Date: Sun, 26 Mar 2017 12:38:57 -0400
From: Bear Pup <orson.cadell@gmail.com>
Subject: Off the Magic Carpet 5

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*****

I rolled onto my side and it took two slow, hard strokes for me to
explode. My loads were always large, but I expected less after the two
Baxter had sucked from me at midday. I was shocked that the sight of my son
playing cat and mouse with the older cowboy had brewed up a massive
explosion of cum. I laid there gasping for breath and thought through my
evil plan. It was Tuesday. By Friday, JoJo and his cowbuttboy would be
screaming with need. I pumped another load out as I reviewed tactics for
the days to cum, er, come.

*****

Off the Magic Carpet 5: Cock-Blocking for Beginners

By Bear Pup

M/M; denial

I got back to the house and, avoiding the tell-tale floorboard, snuck up to
JoJo's door. I smiled widely as I heard the fap-fap-fap familiar to every
boy since Adam first invented jacking off. I knocked softly on the door and
heard a dread silence fall. A strained and horrified voice whispered, "Um,
yeah?"

"You okay, JoJo? I thought I heard something. You feeling okay? You need me
to come in and sit with you?"

"NO! I mean, um, no, daddy. I'm fine." I opened the door, putting on my
best concerned-parent face.

"It's okay, sport. I know that nightmares can be tough. I'm here for you,
JoJo. I'll just sit here while you get back to sleep, okay?" My voice
radiated concern; my insides were crowing!

"Um, um, um, okay." JoJo turned over and I nearly lost it at the OOF when
he trapped his throbber at the wrong angle and nearly broke it off. This
was FUN! Evil, sure... but fun.

Breakfast the next morning was a slightly different affair than
Tuesday. About halfway through, JoJo and Ray had found a way, despite
Baxter's best attempts, to team up on an all-day project. They were looking
at each other like predator and willing prey when I set down my coffee and
said, "Actually, that won't work." Everyone looked at me with amusement
(Gunny, Stu and Baxter) and trepidation (JoJo and Ray).

"I want to ride the East fence-lines, and that will take an overnight. I
think this is a great chance to reconnect with J--Sammy. Grab your camping
kit, sport and we'll head out as soon as we get saddled and ready."

Twin looks of abject horror on JoJo's face and that of Ray were even more
extreme than those I saw when Army mates were told they had drawn the short
straw on penetrating German lines. Gunny had one of the most-calculating
looks I'd ever seen. Stu was as close to laughing as a sphinx can get and
Baxter looked like he wanted to applaud.

I loaded up a double-pack over the back of the horse I selected with
tent-roll and cook gear while JoJo came out like a man headed to the
gallows.

"You know, JoJo, I think I might have changed my mind." His face lit up
like Christmas morning and my inner-monster cheered. "We might make it a
two-nighter." Firing squads didn't get to see faces filled with that much
dread. "Could you go in and get an extra night's food, sport?" He came back
looking even worse for wear. I studiously failed to notice and headed out
to the north.

JoJo made a piss stop maybe an hour in and I, to his horror, joined him. He
did again an hour later and I again joined, this time expressing fatherly
concern over his bladder function. Through a blazing-red face, he stuttered
that everything was fine.

"You know, JoJo, part of my job is to help you become a man. If there's
anything bothering you, you know, down there..."

"Daddy! G-- I mean, NO!"

"I worry about you, short-stuff," my child nickname for him, "and I worry
that I haven't been here for you, JoJo. I mean, becoming a man is tough,
with things like growing and changing and getting interested in," elbow
nudge, "new stuff."

One of the things that helped keep me alive in Germany was extremely acute
hearing. It was this that brought me close to maniacal laughter at JoJo's
mortified and otherwise-inaudible whisper, "Oh, God, please just let me
die!"

We mounted again and headed out. No more 'piss breaks' were request before
lunch when we rested in the dubious shade of a hedgeapple. When we were
done, JoJo faded off around the tree. Being a completely fucking evil
monster, I gave him about two minutes and rounded the tree with a loud,
jovial, "Damn, son, you're right! I need a piss, too!" He damn near
levitated as he tried to hide and button over his rampant erection that was
likely only a minute or two from release.

For the afternoon, we rode the fence and used orange paint to mark posts
needing repair and using the baling-wire we carried to make small repairs
where the barbed wire had short gaps.  The sun was low in the sky when I
pulled up next to the 'double-pond'. Sometime in the past, someone had
hand-filled a crossing over a little pond which eventually settled as two
triangular smaller ponds. There were exactly three trees, none of them
large enough to hide behind. My wicked grin was back.

I dismounted and started setting up the tent. It was basically a Great War
surplus deigned to sleep four, which meant that two could camp
comfortably. Without a word of instruction, JoJo set about the fire ring
since I seemed to have the tent under control. I kept a hawk-like eye on
his as he gathered wood, but he never tried to 'fade away'. Within a
half-hour, we have a strong fire and a serviceable tent and the horses were
hobbled near the fresher, northern pond.

Sleeping bags came later to farm hands in the Great Plains. At this point
in time, horse- and camp-blankets and a roll for a pillow were the norm. I
was drained from the long, strenuous day, but dedicated to my plan. I made
sure to stick to JoJo when he pissed and even stayed near, to his
frustration, when he said he needed to crap as well. We bedded down in the
tent and I pretended to sleep until JoJo started to creep out. I had to
give it to him, French Resistance infiltrators would have had a hard time
matching his noiseless movement.

"Everything okay, JoJo?" I fake-sleepily asked.

"um, um, um, yeah."

"Then come back to bed, son. It's a long day tomorrow."

With a reluctance bordering on revolution, he complied. I had always been a
light sleeper and foiled two other early-morning escape attempts. By the
time we got up and fixed coffee and camp bread for breakfast, JoJo was
literally vibrating with need. I just... smiled.

Thursday was a carbon copy of the day before, with a side order of teen
desperation. I could SMELL the need washing off my son. We camped another
night, this time at the more-difficult Four Ponds spot right at the east
line. More trees, so more vigilance. By morning, JoJo was nearly weeping
with need. I was honestly having the time of my life.

Friday was working our way back to the Big House. I dragged the jittery
JoJo to the shower and we washed thoroughly, me with exaggerated care just
to torment him more. Hell, yes, I'm an evil fuck. My son had turned into a
rutting goat, so I felt no compunctions about cock-blocking him while at
the same time giving him a lot of hot Daddy flesh to think over.

We came into the kitchen just as Stu was plating his ham, green beans,
potatoes and cornbread. I made sure to sit right next to Ray; all JoJo
could do was send eye-bulge smoke-signals to the older boy. I glanced at
Baxter and realised that he had made sure to keep his brother just as
frustrated as I'd done for JoJo. I made a note to commend him after this
played out.

Beth, again, left as soon as the main course was done, having eaten enough
to sustain a sparrow. I went with her and settled her in, speaking sweet
nothing to her until she faded to sleep. As if on cue, I heard the board
squeak. Unlike the other time, I came through the door instantly.

"Anything wrong, JoJo? You having a nightmare?"

"Um, n, y, n, yes, Daddy. Did I wake you?"

"No, son, I was already awake. Come on back to your room and let's get you
settled."

I got him back in bed then excused myself before he was barely covered. I
then made a run for the barn. Unlike the other visits, I stood in the deep,
dark shadow cast by the tack wall. Perhaps twenty second later, Ray came in
and whispered, "Sammy?"

I stepped into the light. "No, Ray, but I'm here. Any reason you're looking
for my son? In my barn? At night?" I used my best Implacable Army Sergeant
voice and Ray froze.

"N-n-n-no, Sergeant! I-I-I-I.... Um, I was just ch-checking things."

"And you, what, assumed my son would be here for your rounds?"

Ray looked like a kid with his hand in the ultimate cookie jar. I let him
sputter for a minute than said, "Head back to the bunkhouse, Ray. I'll take
care of 'checking the barn'." I raised a sergeantly eyebrow to make it
inescapable. Ray scurried off and I faded back into the shadows.

I didn't have to wait long. JoJo came in and whispered "Ray, you here?" I
made zero noise. JoJo made some sound of frustration and set about
arranging the blanket-on-bale and other details, then settled against the
rail to wait. He kept reaching down and cupping or tugging his balls as if
they were very, I mean *seriously* uncomfortable. I smiled wide.

I waited until JoJo started to fidget. "Damn, what the fuck is keeping
him?"

I stepped into the lighter shadows where he could see my silhouette at
most. He didn't notice. I pitched my voice much lower and added a slight
growling burr reminiscent of the Scots we'd served with over there.

"So, who you waiting for, little boy?"

JoJo leapt like a fucking hare, spinning in mid-air and coming down with a
huff, staring wide-eyed in my direction.

"Wh-wh-what?!? H-H-H-Who are you?"

"None of your business, little boy. Answer the question. Who or what are
you waiting for?"

"I-I-I... No! You are on my farm! Who are you and what are you doing here?"

"Your farm, you little pup? YOUR farm? Yeah, I hardly think so. Answer the
question, little boy, NOW!" JoJo had started to settle and I saw a tiny
shred of confidence come back, thus the barked, stentorian command.

"I-I-I..."

"You were expecting someone name Ray? Another little boy like you, is he?
And what were two little puppies planning for the night?"

"Y-Y-Yeah. Ray, um, Ray is my, um, brother. Yeah. We, um, w-we were going
to, um... go exploring!" I let him stew and fidget a minute with the lie.

"And you need a horse-blanket over a hay-bale for... exploring? Just what,"
I put in a dripping leer, "were you two puppies going to 'explore' on a
horse-blanket, little boy."

JoJo decided to try and take the offensive, "Don't you call me little boy!
Not in my own barn!"

"Riiiiight. We're back to 'your' barn, are we? I wonder what your Pappy
would have to say about that... and your little night-time 'exploration'?
Shall we head up to that big house and ask?"

"NO!" JoJo's voice cracked hard, and he coughed himself back into the lower
register. "I mean, no, you wake up my Daddy and you, you'll be sorry you
will!"

"Yeah, *little boy*, one of us would sure be sorry. You know, I ain't
convinced you've even got a brother. Maybe that's another thing I should
ask 'Daddy', how many sons he's got and if he knows where they are right
now. What do you think, little boy?"

JoJo was in full panic on top of the interrupted full-rut. "NO! I, um, I
gotta get back. D-- um my father will be looking for me..."

"So soon? And with you and your fake brother planning a long session
of... exploring? I don't think you believe he'll be looking for you until
cock-crow, little boy."

"Stop that! I'm not a little boy." As if on cue, his voice cracked again,
hard right on the word 'little'. He turned a shade of red normally reserved
for the outside of a barn, not the inside.

"Obviously, your voice thinks you are, little boy.

"Run off, little boy. Run off and if you go anyplace other than your room
or do any... solitary 'exploring' tonight, I'll know. And so will
Daddy. Scamper off, pup, like a good little boy..."

JoJo was out the door and across the yard like a rabbit. He never looked
back to the barn. I made a beeline for the kitchen door and listened hard,
then made it to JoJo's door. I knocked softly then just went in.

"JoJo! Why are you dressed?" I injected a note of real parental
concern. JoJo Jumped like he'd been bit. I gotten there just as his first
boot came off and he spun. I noticed that the boot was not the first
concern. He jeans were open and his extremely-respectable cock was poking
out. He realised that at the same instant and spun back.

A double-spin in one boot when you're desperate for oxygen but can't
breathe and half you blood is currently residing in your prick? He was flat
on his ass instantly with a tangle of jeans around his thighs. Like any
teen, JoJo was desperate to be a man but boyhood was only one setback
away. I felt genuinely remorseful when he started to cry.

I rushed to him and knelt, pulling him into me, his back to my chest. "Shh,
son, shh. I'm sorry. I know this has got to be tough on you. Everything
changing, mom feeling poorly and me fresh back and nearly a
stranger. Shh. I'm sorry. Shh, son."

He bawled for a moment at that litany of woes, and not without cause. I
made all the comforting noises that had worked when he still was a little
boy and he calmed. I felt terrible, but also had not forgotten the
near-fuck in the barn and JoJo's strong part in it.

"Now there, son. Good. Now, first off, I don't want you out alone at
night. It's not safe. I nearly killed myself when I was only a little
younger than you doing that. If you need to... get out and... be a boy, you
need someone with you. From now on, if you're going to go roaming, you make
sure that someone can go with you. How about, um, Ray? He's near to your
age, more or less?"

JoJo's head was now spinning so fast that you could see his eyes
wobbling. I'd busted him boned and mostly-dressed after an interrupted
fuck-date, something I could not possibly know about, and now I was telling
him that he needed to be chaperoned by the intended fuckee? His mouth
opened and closed like a perch.

"And, I'm sorry son, but I can't unsee what was, um, pretty obvious when
you turned. Tomorrow, I need to sit down with you and talk about how your
body is changing, how you're becoming a man, and what all the parts are
for. You're a farm lad, but there is still a lot to know about your man
parts, son, and I'll get you started right."

JoJo literally choked at that news. Becoming? START? I could see him
frantically trying to find a way out of what would undoubtedly be a
mortifying discussion without revealing exactly what he was desperate for
me never to know. Was it cruel, heartless, unfeeling, unfair? Yepper.

<eof>

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