Date: Sat, 05 Dec 2020 16:03:38 +0000 From: norfolkandgood Subject: Josh, His Daddy and the Cottage - part 22 Josh, His Daddy and the Cottage Day 17, later: Charlie arrives, and Josh gets a surprise... I was in such a hurry to get back home that I ran straight into Adam just as he was emerging through the gap in the hedge at the bottom of our garden. "Hi Adam!" I panted, out of breath. "Are they here?!" "Hey there, Joshy! Yep, they're all up there waiting for you -- your little friend and his big brother are both seriously cute!" he said with a wink. "Yay!" I squealed. I was about to dash through the hedge when I suddenly remembered that I wanted to know why Adam had gone to see Daddy. I felt torn -- I wanted to get back to the house as fast as I could, but I also wanted to know what Adam and Daddy had been talking about. "Adam...? Are you and Daddy going to be working together now?!" I asked quickly, eager to find out if that was what they had been talking about. "Looks like it! Your dad says he'll bring me on board as his assistant as soon as he gets another big job. It's going to be so cool, Josh -- a proper break from college, practical experience of being an architect, and, best of all, the chance to hang out with you and your dad all the time!" "Great!" I exclaimed, and gave him a big hug. "Off you go, then!" Adam said. "You don't want to keep them waiting -- I'll catch up with you soon, little man!" He leaned over and kissed the top of my head, then I darted through the hedge and ran along the path Sam had cut through the long grass. Charlie and Matthew were standing on the terrace with Daddy, and when Charlie caught sight of me he ran down onto the grass to meet me. I don't think I'd ever actually hugged him before, but suddenly we were hugging and both talking a hundred miles an hour! It felt like it had been ages since I last saw him, and there was soooo much to tell him. Daddy and Charlie's big brother looked on indulgently as they watched us messing around -- we were bouncing about so much that we fell over in a heap on the overgrown grass and just lay there laughing. After a while we all went into the kitchen and Daddy got everyone a drink, and he and Matthew did some boring talk about the drive from Cambridge while Charlie and I carried on being silly. We ran up to my bedroom and I showed him my Lego Millennium Falcon, and I showed him how to climb out of the window even though I knew I shouldn't, and I showed him the fancy shower in the bathroom and the bedroom that was all messy that we weren't allowed to go in, and then we ran downstairs again and out into the garden and I showed him my den, and the hole in the hedge at the bottom of the garden. Charlie thought it was really cool that we lived so close to the beach, but was a bit confused when I said we weren't allowed to play down there unless Daddy was with us. I told him it was okay to go and play on the dunes, though, because that wasn't really breaking the rules, even though it was probably best not to tell Daddy about it unless he asked. The rest of the afternoon passed in a flurry of activity -- lots of talking, lots of playing and lots of running about. We all went for a short walk together along the track, and I had to be really careful not to let on that I knew more about the places we walked past than Daddy thought I did. So we walked across the end of the abandoned car-park without anyone mentioning the old public toilets, and carried on along the track between the dunes and the village. We passed a man walking his dog, and Charlie let out a little squeal: "Oh! Josh! I haven't even told you that we've got a dog now! He used to be our uncle's dog, but he had to move to Amsterdam for work, so now we've got him! His name is Copper, and he's a... he's a... what is he, Matthew?" Matthew laughed and said: "He's a Redbone Coonhound." "Wow," Daddy said. "I've never heard of one of those before..." "They're American," Matthew went on. "Uncle Will got him from a specialist breeder somewhere near Bristol. He's a really good dog, I've been training him to do all sorts of cool stuff." He let out a loud laugh, and I looked up at him -- I might have been wrong, but I could have sworn there was a hidden meaning behind what he just said. I made a note to ask Charlie about Copper when we were on our own, to see if he knew what his brother meant. We got to the high bit of the path where you could look out across the village in one direction, and the beach and the sea in the other. Daddy pointed out some of the places in the village, which no-one was really interested in, although I couldn't help laughing to myself when he talked about the big fruit farm on the other side of the village, where Jakob, Andrius and my other friends lived and worked! I felt a little tingle in my bottom when I thought about all the things I had done with them. We turned round and looked at the sea, and my little heart skipped a beat when I saw Adam, Liam and Johan walking along by the water's edge, casually throwing the frisbee between them. They caught sight of us and waved, and we waved back. Charlie said: "Is that the man who was at your house when we arrived?" "Yes, that's Adam, and those are his friends Liam and Johan," I said proudly, pleased to be able to show off that I knew the names of the hot guys walking along the beach. Daddy glanced down at me: "I didn't know you'd met Adam's friends, Joshy?" I thought fast: "I bumped into them one day when I was out exploring!" That was sort of true, after all... We turned and walked slowly back to the house, then Charlie and I watched some cartoons while Daddy started cooking. Matthew sat with us for a while, then he went into the kitchen to help Daddy. It wasn't long before they were laughing and joking so loudly that I had to turn the telly up. I think they were drinking beer. Grownups always make more noise when they drink beer. It was funny to see Matthew talking to Daddy like a real grownup -- I was used to thinking of him as Charlie's annoying big brother, but now that he was here and away from their house in Cambridge I was seeing a different side to him. And he was actually kind of handsome. Okay, he was very handsome -- like Charlie, he had sandy blond hair that was very nearly ginger, and he had let his beard grow. It wasn't a proper beard, but it still made him look more grownup, more like Adam and Liam. They were both quite pale-skinned, and I knew that Charlie had to be careful in the sun so he didn't get sunburned. He and Daddy seemed to be getting on quite well, and Daddy was asking him all sorts of things. After tea we all settled down to watch the first episode of "The Mandalorian" together -- I had finally persuaded Daddy that we ought to get the Disney Channel, mainly so I could see the new Star Wars series! I was lying curled up against Daddy at one end of the sofa, Charlie was next to me, and Matthew was sprawled in the armchair next to the sofa. We ended up watching two episodes, and it was really good, and Charlie and I decided that we both *really* wanted a baby Yoda. Charlie and I were yawning a lot, and I could hardly keep my eyes open, even though I was still really excited about Charlie being there. Daddy told us it was time for bed, and made us both promise to behave and not sit up all night talking and playing even though we had to share my bed. "Okay, Daddy, but the same goes for you and Matthew!" I said cheekily. They still hadn't decided where the two of them were going to sleep. They had carried on drinking beer after tea, so I guessed it would be a while before they went to bed. Matthew stayed downstairs while Daddy came upstairs with us to sort us out and get us into bed. We put our pyjama bottoms on (Charlie thought it was cool that we didn't have to wear our tops!), brushed our teeth, then got into my big bed. Charlie was on the side closest to the window, and I was nearer the door, like I usually was. I suggested leaving a light on in case Charlie had to get up in the middle of the night to do a wee, so Daddy left the bedside lamp on very low, even though the moon was so bright that Charlie would probably be able to find his way to the bathroom without it. If I'm really honest, I was expecting Charlie and me to sit up talking and playing for ages after Daddy went back downstairs, but we were both so tired that we fell asleep almost as soon as our heads hit the pillows... * * * "Josh!" a voice was whispering insistently close to my ear. "Josh, wake up!" I opened my eyes and saw Charlie standing next to my side of the bed. I blinked hard, and looked at the window. It was dark outside, so it must still be the middle of the night. Why did Charlie want me to wake up now? I closed my eyes again. I felt his hand shaking my shoulder. "No, don't go back to sleep! Come and look!" he hissed. I opened my eyes again and sat up in bed. "Look at what?" I said sleepily. "I think Matthew's having a fight with your daddy!" My eyes shot open. That didn't sound very likely. As far as I knew, Daddy never got into fights with anyone, and he and Matthew had been getting on well since they arrived. "What do you mean?" I asked. "I got up to do a wee, but there were noises coming from your dad's bedroom, so I went and looked through the crack in the door, and they're both in there fighting!" That still didn't sound very likely. But I wasn't surprised that Daddy hadn't bothered making up a bed on the sofa downstairs -- he always got a bit lazy when he'd been drinking beer. I folded the thin duvet back and slipped my feet onto the floor to go and investigate. "Okay," I whispered. "We'll go and look. Watch where I walk, and stand in the same places so the floorboards don't creak!" I crept towards the door and peered out onto the landing. The little bedside lamp and the moonlight coming through the bathroom window on the other side of the house meant we could see well enough to sneak along the landing towards the door to Daddy's bedroom. His bedside lamp was still on too, and a thin shaft of light was spreading across the landing floor from the gap in the door. And there were definitely noises coming from Daddy's bedroom too. I held my breath. They sounded kind of familiar... Charlie was right behind me, and he tapped me on the shoulder and whispered: "Josh, maybe we shouldn't look after all? One night I saw Mummy and Daddy having a fight in bed, and Daddy told me to go back to bed because they were doing grownup stuff... I don't think grownups like it if you see them fighting. They were nice to each other the next morning, though, so maybe this is a bit like that? Maybe we should just go back to bed, and then they might be nice to each other tomorrow again?" I thought for a moment. I *definitely* wanted to see what Daddy and Matthew were doing now, because I didn't think they were fighting at all! I hardly dared believe what I thought they might be doing, but I really wanted to find out. I thought hard, then whispered back to Charlie: "I just want to make sure my daddy's alright..." I crept closer to the door with Charlie following me, slightly reluctantly. I kneeled down next to the gap in the door -- it was almost but not quite closed, there was maybe a four inch gap between the door and the frame. Charlie crouched down behind me, with his head above mine, and we both peered into Daddy's bedroom... It took me a few moments to realise what was going on. Daddy was lying on his back on his bed, but his legs were sticking up towards the ceiling. And the top half of Matthew's body was sort of upright in bed, above Daddy's chest, with Daddy's legs either side of him. He was holding Daddy's arms down, pressing them into the mattress. The bottom half of Matthew's body was still covered by the thin duvet. Wow! WOW, WOW, WOW! I was definitely wide awake now! It did look a little bit like they were fighting, maybe, if you didn't know what they were *really* doing, because of the noises they were making and the way Matthew was holding Daddy's arms down... But I knew exactly what they were doing, and it definitely wasn't fighting! Charlie was panting hard for breath as he moved up and down on top of Daddy, and Daddy was moaning and sighing. Charlie tugged at my shoulder, and I very reluctantly pulled back from the door and looked round at him. He put his head right next to my ear and whispered almost silently: "Josh, I really don't think we should watch them if they're fighting -- let's go back to bed!" "In a minute," I whispered back. "I just want to make sure they don't hurt each other -- you go back to bed if you like, I'll be there in a minute..." Josh stared at me with a worried look in his eyes, then he shook his head as if he thought I was being really naughty even though he was the one who had woken *me* up. Very slowly, he backed away from me and crept back to my bedroom, and I heard the bed creak slightly as he climbed back in. Good! That meant that I didn't have to worry about Charlie now! I quickly turned back to watch what was going on in my daddy's bedroom. I blinked hard, then stared at Daddy's bed. Matthew was still holding Daddy's wrists, pinning him down onto the bed. As I watched, the duvet slipped right off them and I could see Matthew's bum rising and falling in a fast, regular rhythm. And -- silhouetted against the moonlight shining through the window behind them, and faintly lit by the bedside lamp -- I could see his long, thick cock pushing in and out of Daddy's bottom! Oh WOW! So Daddy *DID* like playing grownup games! And he liked playing grownup games with other men, not ladies! I was so happy to have found that out that it took me a few moments to figure out why I was still feeling a bit confused. And then I realised what it was... All the times I had wondered to myself if Daddy liked playing grownup games, and if he might like to play them with me, I always imagined he would be the one putting his willy in someone else... more specifically, that he would be putting it in me! But now here he was, being fucked hard up the bum by Charlie's big brother! Daddy was moaning hard, his head rolling slowly from side to side as Matthew rammed his thick cock inside Daddy's beautiful bum. He looked like he was enjoying it as much as I did when I had a big grownup's willy inside me! As I watched, Matthew let go of Daddy's wrists and put his hands on either side of Daddy's head, then leaned down and kissed him hard on the mouth, all the while pushing his cock in and out of Daddy's bumhole. Daddy wrapped his arms round Matthew's head and kissed him back, pushing his head up from the bed to reach better. They were using tongues and everything! I'd never seen Daddy kiss anyone like that before, and I couldn't help feeling a bit jealous. I wondered if they'd mind If I ran into the room to join them, so I could play with both of them, but I didn't want Daddy to know that I had been spying on them... and it would be difficult to explain what we were doing if Charlie came to see where I was. Today had turned out to be a really frustrating day -- first I watched Lachlan playing with his friend Andy, and then with Liam and Johan as well, and now I had to watch Daddy and Matthew playing! It all felt very unfair, and I decided that I was going to have to try harder than ever to find someone to play with tomorrow, even if Charlie being there was likely to make that more difficult. Daddy and Charlie stopped kissing, and Matthew straightened up a bit, then he took hold of Daddy's ankles and spread his hairy legs as far apart as he could. He used them as pivots to help him thrust his cock harder into Daddy's bottom. I couldn't see the whole thing, but it looked like Matthew had a really nice cock -- it looked very thick, and even though the head was inside Daddy's bottom the whole time, he was pulling the rest of his cock a long way out each time before thrusting back inside Daddy again. They looked soooo beautiful together... Matthew looked really handsome and grownup as he slammed his big cock in and out of Daddy's bottom, and Daddy looked... Daddy looked as happy as I had ever seen him, moaning and sighing each time Matthew's cock pistoned into him. His lovely hairy legs looked so strong as Matthew held onto his ankles. As I watched, Daddy held his arms up and Matthew let go of his legs and leaned down, and they kissed each other again, and Daddy wrapped his arms round Matthew's chest and held him tight as he carried on pumping his cock into Daddy's bum, punching in and out really hard. Daddy broke the kiss and let out a long series of grunts and moans while Matthew grinned down at him. I felt my own little bottom tingle as I watched them -- I knew exactly how good Daddy must be feeling right now, as Matthew's cock slammed in and out of his beautiful bum. Daddy wrapped his legs round Matthew's waist and tried to tuck his ankles together, but Matthew was fucking him so hard that his feet just bounced around on Matthew's back while Daddy moaned and gasped. Matthew leaned his head closer to Daddy's and said in a loud whisper: "You getting close to cumming? I really want to fuck the cum out of you!" Daddy opened his eyes and smiled up at him: "Keep fucking me like that and it won't take long!" he panted. He reached his head up and they kissed again, and Matthew renewed his assault on Daddy's beautiful bum. Daddy started to grunt and gurgle again, and it struck me that he was making exactly the sort of noises I made when one of my friends was fucking my little bum! His voice was a lot deeper, of course, but the noises were the same! Matthew's bum was flying up and down now as he slammed his cock deep into Daddy's bottom, and he was starting to breathe harder again. His balls made a slapping sound each time they hit Daddy's buttocks, and they were both grunting loudly. "Harder!" I heard Daddy moan. "Fuck me harder!" Matthew grinned down at him, then his hips became a blur as he sped up even more, really hammering his thick cock into Daddy's bum. Daddy's eyes opened wide as he stared up at Matthew: "That's it...! Fuck, that's it...! Keep going like that! Just like... Urgh! Oh! Oooooh!" He let out a really load groan and threw his head back with his eyes closed tight. I saw his toes curl up as his feet pressed against Matthew's back, trying to pull him even deeper inside him. His legs were clenching and straining around Matthew's back as he squirmed and moaned. Daddy was having the tingles! And he was having them without touching his willy, just like I did, so I knew exactly how good he must be feeling right now! I couldn't see his willy, so I couldn't see his stuff squirting out, which was really annoying -- I wanted to see that more than anything! Matthew kept on fucking Daddy's bum really hard as Daddy moaned beneath him: "Fuck man, look at that fucking load! Oh fuck, your arse is clenching so fucking tight round my cock! Oh fuck... Oh FUUUCK!!!" He let out a loud grunt and I could tell he was shooting his spunk inside Daddy's bottom. The muscles in his bum flexed and tensed as he pushed his cock as far inside Daddy as it could go, and I imagined the jets of sticky, slippery liquid squirting out of his twitching cockhead deep into Daddy's tummy. They stayed like that for what felt like ages, with Matthew's cock embedded deep inside Daddy's bottom. Daddy pulled Matthew down towards him and kissed him again. He broke the kiss and smiled up at him. "Fucking hell, Matthew, that was great!" Matthew grinned back. "Sure was!" He glanced down at Daddy's chest. "Jesus, you shot like a fucking fire-hose! What a mess!" Daddy glanced down and pulled a face. "Yeah, sorry about that... I don't want you to pull out, but I'd better get a towel..." Matthew reached down and I saw his slowly deflating cock slide out of Daddy's bum -- it still looked really big! -- then rolled back onto the other side of the bed. Daddy swung his legs over the side of the bed. I jerked back from the gap in the door -- if Daddy was going to get a towel, that meant he was going to the bathroom! I crawled backwards as carefully as I could, making sure I didn't make the floorboards creak, then, when I was away from the shaft off light from the bedside lamp, I stood up and hurried back to my room as fast and as quietly as I could. I just got into bed and pulled the covers over me when I heard Daddy's bedroom door open, then the sound of footsteps going into the bathroom. I tried to slow my breathing down and shut my eyes almost all the way in case Daddy looked in to make sure we were asleep, and sure enough, the door opened and I saw Daddy peer into my room. He looked at us for a few seconds, then turned and went back to his own room. I lay there wondering if I could go and watch them wiping Daddy's spunk off them, but decided that probably wasn't a good idea, in case either of them wanted to go to the toilet before they went to sleep. All sorts of questions and thoughts were flying round my head, about Daddy and Matthew, and all my other friends, and Charlie, and grownup games, and the difference between doing the fucking and getting fucked, and -- most importantly -- how was I going to let Daddy know that I liked playing grownup games too? And how could I do it without letting on that I had been spying on him and Matthew? I thought I was too excited to fall asleep, but it still wasn't long before I felt myself start to nod off. The last thing I thought before I fell asleep was that it might be a good idea to talk to Matthew, to see if he had any good ideas... End of part 22. Sorry it's taken a while to get this part finished -- real-life stuff kept getting in the way. e He Thanks again for all your messages, and special thanks to the real-life Matthew -- sorry I'd already settled on his name! Comments or suggestions very welcome at: norfolkandgood@protonmail.com Please -- remember that Nifty needs donations so it can keep providing us with the space to share these stories: http://donate.nifty.otg/donate.html