Jesse: The Nebraska Rancher's Son - Part Nineteen
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Jesse: The Nebraska Rancher's Son - Part Nineteen
By
PJ Franklin pjfranklinboy2@earthlink.net
Character summary to date: Jesse McKensie is twenty-five years old, Randy Wolcott, twenty-four. Clark Wooley, Uncle Nathan’s stepson, is nearly thirty years old, married to Miriam, their son Donny is two, one more on the way. Tommy King is Jesse’s age, so is his wife Juliann. Randy’s godson, T.R. (Thomas Randy King II) is seven years old and C.J. (Clarence Jesse King) is two. Chase Morgan is seventeen as is Zane Miller.
The next few days at Big Bob’s were like cloverleaf honey on hot buttered toast and a cup of hot coffee, good feelings all around or at least I thought so. Zane seemed more settled, happier and whenever he looked at me, his face smiled. I was glad for him and for me for that matter.
Jesse seemed relaxed and not worrying over the ranch. Chase on the other hand felt a little standoffish, but maybe it was just me. Maybe the toast was a little burnt, but I liked burned toast.
Then the weather turned a little, mostly just rain clearing the air. Not that St. Regis often needed that sort of thing, but with the weather something else changed a little. The boys were helping Bob in the barn. I was standing outside at the front of the house and Jesse came up to me and hugged me from behind, pecking my cheek, “I love you Randy.”
I smiled, “I love you too Jesse,” I said, but sensed he had something to say. I turned and his face looked a little stressed, “What’s up cowboy?” I asked a little nervously, “Um, it’s Chase, he’s got a little problem.”
“Oh?” I replied, my tummy just slightly queasy feeling, “Yea, seems it’s with you,” Jesse said with deadpan. Now my tummy growled, “Well what?” I asked not feeling good at all now, “Seems … he wants to talk to you about something that’s bothering him, but he can’t.”
“Jesse! What’s going on with him? What did I do?” I said now feeling like shit! The corner of Jesse’s mouth twitched up a notch. I had seen that mischief before, “Jesse, you better tell me or I’m gonna punch you in the face so hard!” and I kind of meant it.
Jesse bit his bottom lip and his tongue swiped over his lips and he rolled his eyes a little, “Seems he’s got the hots for you something terrible,” Jesse said and started to chuckle. That did lighten things, “The hots? Well, what’s that supposed to mean?” I blurted.
“He wants to sex up your hot ass, that’s what it means moron!”
I got confused, “He’s already done all that,” I said ignoring Jesse’s attempt to frustrate me, “Jesse, what’s this all about? Are you just trying to make trouble?” I said with a little scowl though playful.
“No, it’s a lot worse than that, he … well, he wants to put you over his knee and spank you first and do other things.”
I blushed. We all four had messed around plenty already, “What other things? What did he tell you? Why just me?” I asked getting a little agitated.
Jesse was bent over trying not to laugh, but finally stood up straight, “He told me,” and now Jesse’s face got a little serious, “he loves you, but more than that respects you and looks up to you Randy. He says he’s conflicted about his sexual feelings for you. Says something inside makes him want to dominate you, but he feels it’s wrong, disrespectful. He’s really upset about it. Why just you? Well, I don’t know, gonna have to ask him I guess,” Jesse asked, his face grinning.
“Stop smiling so much. Why aren’t you upset about this? Why are you so happy over it?” I asked letting some guilt come to the surface.
“Randy, it don’t bother me at all. Chase and I have had a great time together, just like you and Zane. Talk to him, he’s afraid of you,”
“Afraid?! That doesn’t make any sense. Afraid?”
“Afraid you’ll think he’s a pervert or I think he thinks you’ll reject him because of how he feels about you.”
“That’s nonsense,” I replied, “that’s what I told him, but he’s really unhappy over it,” Jesse reasserted.
I had enough. I would not have Chase unhappy over a silly thing like sex. Now it didn’t matter what the “other things” might be, “You going to town with Bob like you said?”
“Yea, pretty quick now,” Jesse replied, “Take Zane with you. I’m gonna get to the bottom of this with Chase,” I said and Jesse roared with laughter, “Not from what I hear, it’s your bottom that’s gonna get it,” and even I had to chuckle, but it was more a nervous chuckle right then.
Even Zane gave me a “good luck daddy” look as he and Jesse drove off with Bob. Even Zane seemed to know more than I did for the moment anyway. Chase stood a ways away, hands deep into his pockets just like Zane had a few days before.
I looked at my son. I swear that if anyone should be ashamed for having the hots for somebody a lot younger than me, it should be me for looking at Chase like I sometimes did. Apparently, however, we were actually sharing similar conflicted feelings,
“Chase honey, I hear there seems a problem,” I said. He looked up, “Seems,” he shyly said. I bit my lower lip, walked over to him and took his hand, “Come on, to the barn. We need some privacy,” I said not that there was anyone around. A couple of the other guests at Bob’s were away on a whitewater rafting trip down the Clark Fork river, the others off to town as far as I knew.
Chase followed and I took us deep into the barn and sat him on a hay bale, me next to him, “Your dad told me what it’s sorta about, just not specifically,” I said, “Chase honey, you can talk to me about anything even if it feels awkward, you know that don’t you?”
“Yes sir,” he said a bit curtly biting his lips with obvious nerves, “It’s about sex, isn’t it,” I said, “Yes sir,” he said curtly again. Was I going to have to beat it out of him?
“Seems you have certain feelings you’re not entirely comfortable with concerning me,” I continued, “Yes sir,” he said even more quietly his fingers playing with a few strands of hay and not looking at me.
I could not stand not to touch him. I scooted over to bridge the remaining few inches between us and cradling his head a little, kissed his temple, “It’s OK Chase, OK to having feelings, but I thought everything was all right. We’ve had sex together with Jesse and Zane, all of us.”
“Just not you and me, not like I been thinking anyway,” he blurted, “I feel like an ungrateful shit. All you done for me and I have to go and feel like I do,” he continued, his face a little down turned. His intense concern and worry made me feel so warm inside, but the warmth had an excitement behind it as well.
“There’s nothing right or wrong about sex Chase. We’re both adults and yes, you’re my son and I’m your dad, but I thought we got past all that. Do you think daddy Jesse disapproves?” I queried, “No, I know he doesn’t. It’s just me, makes me feel all weird inside,” he explained hugging his arms into himself. I knew what that meant,
“I have a confession too. Sometimes I look at you Chase and want to tear you apart, sex the crap right out of you,” I said making my tummy lurch a little.
“I’d love that. I would want that, but … that sounds kind of more natural you being older than me. What I feel doesn’t feel natural. Feels perverted.”
I chuckled, “Funny what one man thinks is natural or not. Chase, you want to dominate me? Do disgusting things to me or with me? Then let’s do it. I have no problem. Jesse knows, hell Zane probably knows. You talked to him?”
Chase nodded, “Everyone but you, the one guy I should be talking to, but can’t. You’re my dad. A boy is not supposed to want to lord over his dad for sex.”
“You feel that way about Jesse sometimes?” I asked, “Yea, but it feels different with him and we’ve already done things together. Enjoyed it and him a lot, so I don’t know why it feels so much different with you,” he explained.
In a way, I felt special just then. Chase had obviously labored over his thoughts and concerns about me. It made me feel good inside. Chase obviously cared a great deal about our familial relationship.
“Don’t need to know why Chase, it just is. Those things can change too, you might feel different tomorrow or the next day,” I said sliding my arm firmly across his shoulders.
“I reckon, but I have to deal with my feelings about you today,” he said. I nodded, “Well, for what it’s worth, your dad, me, loves you a whole lot and if you want to knock me down to the barn floor and have your way with me, Chase, you can do whatever you like because I trust you and there’s precious little I wouldn’t do with a hot boy like you!”
I stood up and started to pace away from him and realized that I felt like Chase did just then, afraid to admit to myself and to the person I so desperately loved how terribly sexual I felt towards him, how it made me cringe with guilt, earned or not. I was facing away from him, my head down, my mind blank.
Suddenly from behind, arms wrapped around me, “I’m sorry daddy, I love you so much, but I have to do this,” his voice said with a soft, but very earnest and stern tone into my ear.
His mouth, his teeth nipped at my ear and one of his hands slid inside of my half-open button down shirt and his fingers roughly grasped my left nipple making me wince. My dick got so hard so quick just then, bulging my Wrangler’s to the point of bursting out front.
Now his other hand was down the front of those near-bursting Wranglers already deftly unbuttoning them,
“Gonna have to be rough daddy, real rough,” his voice now a low almost menacing growl, his hand now inside of my split open Wranglers and already with a near painful grip of my hardened junk.
My heart was pounding with a fury I had seldom experienced even with Jesse or at least not very recently. I was proud of Chase too, he was taking the bull by the horns, trusting himself and me.
I swallowed through a dry throat, “Then be rough Chase, real rough, don’t hold back son,” I said my voice cracking and me a little afraid that I might like what he was doing a bit too much.
By now Chase had my Wranglers and underwear pushed half-way to my knees, my naked ass pressed back hard into his Wranglers, his package totally aroused, his hand roughly yanking and stroking on my naked cock and balls,
“Jesus son! Jesse must have spilled the beans about me to you,” my hands reaching back and hugging his denim clad thighs back into myself.
“Yes he did daddy. He told me things about you. Told me the dirty talk you like. Told me to take a belt to your hot ass and give you a hard whipping, make you behave and do what I want, Is he right, is it what you want dad?” Chase’s trembling voice betraying his own very nervous excitement.
Well, as one might predict my spiked hormones totally took over. I bit my upper lip before I said it,
“Go ahead you little fucker, give it your best shot because if you don’t Chase, I will. I’ll beat the snot out of your hot slutty ass son and then ass fuck you into tomorrow and feel great about it!” and then I shivered hard with lust or guilt or maybe both as well as fearing the excitement it all might cause.
“Nice try dad, my hot cocksucking faggot father!” he hissed and then he turned us chest-to-chest and pushing his denim covered bulge into my naked erection, also forced his mouth onto mine, forced his big wet slurpy tongue inside of my mouth and made us suck face.
I was shaking like a leaf now as we kissed and quickly relived each word he said, cocksucking, faggot, dad and father all together the combination from his voice, Chase’s, and more importantly just for the both of us to enjoy.
Then I heard the unmistakable sound of a leather belt, Chase’s, leaving his Wrangler belt loops. Somehow that belt got doubled up while his other hand hugged me close and while our tongues were still swirling around together I felt a sudden sharp sting on my naked ass. Chase had given me a belt lick, a good one too! Then two more as my voice groaned with the pain.
I broke the kiss and buried my head into his shoulder as Chase deftly snapped that doubled-up leather across my naked cheeks up and down, “Punishment dad, punishment and discipline for you dad. I’m fucking going to tan your naked slutty hide!” he growled.
Even as Chase’s words so lustfully spanked my ears I felt the sudden fearful sensation of falling, out of control when all it was, I had forgotten about the hay bale in back of Chase. I landed with a soft thud, my bare butt over his knee! Chase had deftly jack-knifed me into that position. He knew what he was doing,
“Say it,” he shouted at me, “Tell me what you want dad! Say it!” he shouted as I was already in heaven, safely perched as I was over my son’s knee, “Spank me Chase! Whip my ass! Please son, please!” I begged him loudly.
“God have mercy, yes!” he replied and then it was all I could do to not scream for mercy as Chase lit into me with that belt. From his advantage he had all the leverage in the world to rain down fire on my ass and did.
This time the thud was louder and so was the pain as I suddenly found my body deposited down into the dirt and hay strewn barn floor on my knees in front of him, the hair on my head balled up in Chase’s fist,
“Now suck my dick dad, suck it faggot! Come on get it out and fucking gag your cocksucking mouth on my dick, dad, now!” he shouted at me.
I was so excited, so stirred up all over my body, my fingers fumbled with Chase’s fly like a virgin trying like hell to not be a virgin anymore and in record time. I did finally pull Chase’s erect monster out from his jeans and heard my own pathetic whimpering as I gobbled his shaft clear to the denim of his Wranglers and yes, I gagged. I gagged and gagged and could not prevent, much less want to prevent the helpless feeling of my red face and spit drooling out the corners of my mouth as I did.
“Fucking useless faggot, can’t suck cock for shit!” Chase’s voice sounded angry and cruel, “More punishment for you!” he followed up and dragging me up and over his knee again, Chase jack-knifed me again and went at my ass with the belt again, lick after stinging painful lick until I screamed. I screamed and winced and bit my lips feeling that belt tan my thighs, my ass, clear up to my back.
“Do you like it this way dad? Huh faggot?” Chase practically screamed at me, but he stopped the whipping. I looked back, both of us panting for air, my eyes dripping tears, my nose snotty. His face was as red as mine, his eyes with an intense fire behind them. Our eyes met, “Yes, fuck yes, you mother fucker!” I screamed back at him wincing with the intense pain throbbing from my ravaged backside.
For a moment, a second or two, it was like I had no idea who or what it was that had just said those harsh words to Chase, much less the tone and intensity. Was that me? Of course it was, just not the me that I had been used to for twenty-four years, much more likely than not to avoid violence, vocal much less physical.
The next second, Chase had pushed me off his lap, much more gentle and to my knees and him down there with me, hugging me tightly, “Daddy,” he said, my chest heaving and heart pounding, his too, but his voice calmed. Had we gone too far, had I gone too far with him and scared him?
“It’s OK Chase. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean those words honey,” I said still panting a little for air and firmly hugging Chase as tightly to myself as I could, “My doing dad, my doing,” he replied.
“You got me all stirred up Chase, just like I wanted,” I said telling the truth and then felt his hands on my sore ass, finger-tips digging in,
“Me too. God dad, your ass, daddy’s Jesse’s too. I love ass and yours right now,” and thump … there I was on the floor on my belly, a big hot wonderful son’s body pushing me down, me wincing because his fingers were roughly prying my sore ass cheeks apart and then his mouth, his tongue not bothering to flick around and gently rim my butthole, no.
Chase started tongue-fucking me from the get go, pushing it in and out of me, “Chase!” I squeaked and pushed my hips up from the floor and all I heard was this muffled, “Humph” his face buried between my cheeks, the stubble of his whiskers tickling and scratching.
Once again I was reduced to a whimpering mess of need, “Oh God chase, oh fuck, Jesus Chase!”
“You’re gonna make me rape your ass daddy, rape the shit outta you,” my hole empty of my son’s tongue and then he was back down into me, his words once again making my lusts clench hard for more.
“Chase!” I whimpered again as his tongue was turning me into a blatant ass-whore, “You fucking little pervert, you better rape me or I’ll rape you,” came lumbering out of my mouth without thinking.
“Fuck,” was the only next word from Chase’s mouth. I felt and then saw him rise up to standing and he shucked off all of his clothing in the next following seconds and then I felt his hand grab my hair and painfully forced me onto my back.
“Omph!” came involuntarily out of my throat as he practically just sat on my chest. I was looking down right at the head of Chase’s dick about three inches away, right at the piss slit.
Chase had his hand on his penis, more cradling it than holding it, “You better get ready dad, ‘cause daddy Jesse spilled the beans and I’m gonna fill your fucking mouth with piss, open up, now!” he demanded.
Piss? Oh hell. Jesse told Chase? I guess he had as if it mattered anymore. I opened my mouth and said nothing that my eyes and wrinkled forehead couldn’t tell Chase, that I desperately wanted my son to piss in my mouth from his erect shaft.
“Here it comes!” he warned me. I closed my eyes and suddenly all of my senses were flooded as was my mouth with a burning hot stream of my son’s piss.
It was like time froze. I didn’t swallow, I really didn’t want to and let the hot stench rinse my mouth no better or worse I figured than a bar of soap for getting caught using dirty words.
Then without missing a beat, Chase kept on pissing like young guys can as he stood and then sprayed my chest with a few more squirts. I just lay there on the barn floor dazed, my dick throbbing hard and needing to cum so bad I dare not touch myself or him me, I would explode.
The pissing stopped. Chase loomed over me in a stance, fists clenched and with an expression on his face that I would not soon forget, a combination of rage and lust, controlled though it may be,
“Get your pissed on self over that bale daddy, I’m gonna fuck you. I’m gonna piss in you and fill your faggot ass with piss and cum, but not before you beg me for it, now!” He screamed.
I scrambled so fast over that bale desperate to finally get turn the deep dark perversion into reality, to get both piss and cum up my ass. I quickly felt Chase behind me, felt the heat off his body and smelled the stench of the barn’s already built in animal smells mixed in with our human smells and acrid aromas. It just all fit,
“Fuck me Chase. Fucking piss in your dad, fucking piss in me and fuck me and cum in me! Please Chase!” I begged. I guess it was good enough.
Chase speared me with his hard dick like a bull who’s in a hurry to breed with three cows in five minutes. He paused only long enough to release his bladder of what piss remained to inside of me and the burn. The burn was awful but still made my dick throb with need beneath me. What had I become in front of my son?
I guess nothing he didn’t like. Chase reached around, fisted my hard cock and as he pounded me, bent way over and forced us to kiss, but not after whispering harshly into my ear, “I love you daddy, I love you so much,” and then he sent me and I hoped himself into a blindingly hard and long orgasm.
A short while later, Chase was quiet and solemn in the shower with me. I let him be. What we had done together in the barn had been very intense and emotional for both of us, “You OK honey?” I asked my son, not being overly physically affectionate with him as I might with Jesse.
“Yea. I know you enjoyed what we did. I did too, except now …” and he paused and the look on his face was so precious to me just then. He looked guilty, terribly so and like a boy that was in big trouble with his daddy, so I just said it,
I could not help but grin, ear-to-ear as I did, “Chase McKensie-Wolcott. You look like a very bad boy who just got caught stealing candy from a store.”
He blushed so hard just then and his solemn concerned face suddenly brightened up just a tad into this sheepish-boyish half-cocked smile,
“Maybe you’re not the only one that has perverse fantasies of sex between a son and a father,” he said and then looked at me just like a boy who knew he was likely (and wishing) to get a good hard whipping for his trouble.
My cock came up so fast so hard even after all we had done in the barn a short while before I nearly got light headed. So did his,
“You get your ass out of this shower, dry off some and get it into the bedroom. You get the hairbrush from the bedside table, the one daddy Jesse and I use to play with and you’re getting a long hard hiding over my knee son, a really hard paddling, you hear me?”
“Yes daddy! I will daddy! Thank you daddy!” he blurted with eyes so wide, it was like he was looking at a ghost.
I swatted his hot white rear as he left the shower closing the opaque door. I chuckled watching his fumbling around the bathroom quickly drying off. I took my time. I rinsed off, got out of the shower and dried myself thoroughly. I sauntered into the bedroom.
There Chase stood, his erection bobbing around like it was his first time. He was fidgeting by the bedside, Jesse’s and mine, the hairbrush in his fist. I walked right up to him and proffered my palm. He put the hairbrush handle into it firmly,
“Tell me what’s on your mind son,” I said. He gulped, “Just a bad little boy needing his daddy to tan his little hide until he cries like a baby,” and I could tell saying that meant something deep to him, really deep. His eyes were red and on the verge of tears.
He tried to keep eye contact with me, but I could tell that guilt was pushing his face down. I quickly lifted his chin up, “Chase, there’s no shame in wanting to pretend that you had a daddy that cared about you way before you met Jesse and I.”
He gulped kind of thickly, “I wished I had you guys back then. I’m so thankful for you now that …” and then Chase broke down and sobbed. I quickly hugged him close to me, “I’m sorry,” he said quickly stopping the outburst. I didn’t say anything, just hugged him, lighter this time.
“There were so many times I needed a whipping from a dad who really cared, from about age ten on up. There was nobody,” his voice cracking a little again. I patiently waited for Chase, enjoying the intimate moment with my son.
“That was then, this is now. Dad, put me over your knee and hide my butt, please? Hide me hard, really hard,” he said a bit breathlessly. I still said nothing, sat on the edge of the bed and lowered Chase over my knee. Chase turned his head, closed his eyes, his body relaxed,
“I love you daddy,” he said eyes closed, “I love you too, son,” I said and then raised the brush. I paddled Chase, hard and fast covering as much white ass into crimson as I could. I watched his face wince up. At one point he grabbed a hold of the bed top with his fists and bit into it with his mouth. His throat uttered but a long mournful groan. He was taking it like a man and I made sure I had tanned him good stopping only when I saw tears falling. Then I stopped.
“Thank you daddy,” he said finally opening his eyes. I looked at him, “Is it enough?” I asked. He swallowed, “a little more please,” and raised up his hips kind of high, his ass just begging for it and I nodded and then paddled him again, hard, around his hole and between his thighs, “Oh God!” he finally yelled.
I smiled, “It’s enough, stand up,” I said and helped him to his feet. I smiled then as Chase’s cock was soft. That meant I could suck him hard, so I did; then without telling him what I wanted to do just then, I turned him and hugged him from behind, nestling my erection between his seared bottom cheeks.
He seemed to understand, “Fuck me dad, bend me over and take me,” he said quietly. I did. I fucked my son, Chase. I filled his ass up masturbating him with my fist. When it was done, we hugged, “You glad what we did today?” he asked me, “I sure am,” I replied.
* * * * * * * * * *
“Well, are you gonna tell me what happened?” Jesse asked. We had sent the boys off on horseback together to enjoy a part of the evening by ourselves, just the two of us. Jesse, Zane and Bob had returned to the house several hours before, but we were all busy together with no time to talk privately.
“Went well enough,” I said coyly, “Spill the beans, don’t make me have to ask Chase,” he replied, “Ask him if you like,” I said feeling and I’m sure looking smug, “Fine, don’t tell me then,” Jesse said only I knew better.
We were standing on the back porch of the bed and breakfast. I stepped to in back of Jesse and hugged him from behind, “You love me?” I asked, “What does that have to do with anything?” he asked. I could tell he was still annoyed, “Do you love me?” I asked again. He tried to wiggle free of my hug, but I held on, “Fine, I love you,” he said curtly.
“Don’t take that attitude with me,” I countered, “What attitude, you asked, I answered,” he replied, “Somebody needs a spanking,” I said next, “Yea, you,” he said, “No, you need a spanking, a tanning over my knee,” I said next just to get him further riled up.
“I suppose you think you’re gonna make me,” he said next having wiggled free and turned about to face me, “Yes, I am,” I said him looking deliciously defiant. I nodded and then grasped his arm kind of tightly and pulled him towards the back door,
“No you’re not!” he said and took off running towards the barn, only not into it but around the back of the longer than wide old building. I took off after him. The back of Bob’s barn was a mess of bushes, but also a thicket of trees with branches that had a very familiar look.
Jesse stopped at the base of one such tree, turned and panting a little, just looked at me with his defiant cocky smirk. I had my penknife with me as always. I took it out, found a tree branch I liked, snapped it off about three foot worth, maybe a little more.
Jesse did not move or say anything. He didn’t have to. I saw the bulge in his jeans develop as I prepared the switch, that one and started on another and as I did the second one, Jesse stripped naked, all on his own without me saying anything. I kept my clothes on. He turned hands up on the tree trunk and spreading his legs, stuck his hot ass out for me.
Jesse’s cock was sticking out as hard and straight as that switch I held in him fist. I stepped back, swished the switch about a little and then gave Jesse a switching, a good one breaking the first one and moving right on to the second one. He winced, yelped, yelled and at one point screamed for the pain a good switching can bring boy or man. In any case, he did not move one muscle nor try and protect his on-fire bared beautiful and now totally red welted backside.
I wanted to switch the cum right out of my husband’s balls but that’s not what happened. I switched him hard enough to make his dick go limp and then I fisted it back to hardness again. I ran my hand up, down and over the mass of hot red welts that I had raised on his ass. He looked at me, the look needy.
I stepped forward and kissed him, his hands still up on the tree trunk, legs still spread. When I stopped the kiss, we just looked at each other, his look had softened, but not a lot and that was a hard whipping I had just given him.
I narrowed my eyes, grabbed the hair on his head and pulled him around the other side of the tree with me. The brush was denser on the other side, more secluded. I pushed Jesse down to his knees, stepped back and pulled out the erection from my jeans.
I held my cock in one hand, and pulled his head back, my fist in his hair. He strained to look at me, but he knew. Jesse opened his mouth and flopped out his tongue, wide open like a baby bird for his mother’s meal.
I cut loose a stream of piss, aimed it right at the center of Jesse’s mouth. He gagged as the stream hit the back of his throat and he fell down to his hands and knees spitting onto the ground.
I pushed his face and torso down, leaving his ass up in the air. All I did was move behind him, slick up my hard shaft some and then very roughly mounted Jesse, hard and without stopping. He yelped aloud before he bit his arm and screamed into is as I pushed past his ass muscles and then fucked him, pounded him so hard he ended up flat on his front side, face mushed into the dirt. I shot my load. I pulled out, chuckled and pushing my still half hard dick back into jeans, turned and walked off grinning ear-to-ear.
I walked into the house, and up the stairs to our bedroom, stripped off none the worse much for wear and sighing, lay down in our bed on the top, sitting up. Maybe three minutes later, the door opened.
In Jesse came, holding his clothes, still naked. He threw them to the side and climbed up into the bed and nuzzled his head into the crook of my neck, “Thank you,” he said softly, “I do love you so much,” he said sincerely I think my answer to his question of “what happened?” quite satisfyingly complete.
The week at Bob’s would finish out and leaving our truck at Bob’s, the four of us weaved our way by aircraft from airport to airport all the way to Los Angeles. It was time to visit mom and my dad, Harold, on part two of our family honeymoon.
© Copyright PJ Franklin November 30, 2014
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