I’m going to…
I totally am…
“Dadyyyyyyyyy!” I cry out, my lower half bucking back and forth and my arms almost giving way as I cum hard and fast, the sensation coursing all over my body as my dick shoots its loadonto the ground beneath in wave after thick wave. “Wow wow wow wow wow….”
And it’s not long before I collapse onto the grass, my body twitching and my brain seemingly totally disconnected as I simply feel the afterglow of my orgasm travel over each and every inch of my body.
Right now, I’ve got simply no idea how I’m going to manage the journey back to the truck.Three miles? I couldn’t even walk three meters now if there was a three book deal on offer over on the other side of the grassy verge!
The grass is soft beneath me, still warm from the afternoon sun, but my body feels like it's been through a whirlwind. Every muscle is loose, every nerve still singing with that post-orgasm haze.
I roll onto my back, staring up at the endless blue sky, dotted with fluffy clouds that drift lazily overhead. My breath comes in slow, deep pulls, trying to ground myself after what just happened.
Kaleb.
Daddy.
Whatever he is, he's kneeling beside me now, his big hand resting gently on my thigh, thumb tracing lazy circles. His face is flushed too, eyes dark and satisfied, but there's a tenderness there that makes my heart squeeze.
"You okay, darling boy?" he asks, voice rough but soft.
I nod, a goofy smile spreading across my face. "Better than okay. That was…wowzers."
He chuckles—low, rumbling—and helps me sit up. My jeans are still tangled around my ankles, briefs soaked not just from the river but from… well, everything. I blush as I pull them up, fastening my belt with shaky fingers. Kaleb watches, not leering, just present.
"We should head back," he says, glancing at the sun's position. It's dipping lower, casting long shadows through the trees. "Three miles. You'll be tired. We’ll eat as we walk.”
I stand on wobbly legs, testing them. He's right—I'm exhausted. The hike in, the spanking, the…funishment. It all hits me at once.
"Yeah,” I say. “But I don't want to go back yet. This place is magic."
Kaleb pauses, slinging his pack over one shoulder. Racer trots over, wet and happy, shaking water everywhere. Kaleb scratches behind the dog's ears, thinking. Then he looks at me, really looks, like he's weighing something heavy.
"Could camp out," he says finally. "Got gear in my backpack, always prepared. Sleeping bags, fire kit.Marshmallows. If you're up for it."
My eyes light up. "Camp? Like, under the stars? Yes! Please!"
He arches a brow. "Not too tired?"
"I'll manage." I bounce on my toes, excitement bubbling over the fatigue. "I've never camped in a real forest before. City parks don't count."
He grunts, but there's a hint of a smile. "Alright. And Taron…" His voice drops, serious. "Nothing happens tonight. Between us. You’re not ready to go all the way. Not yet."
I pout, crossing my arms. "But?—"
"Daddy knows best." Kaleb says, a knowing look in his eyes. "We're taking this slow. Building it right."
I want to argue—my body's still humming, craving more—but the way he says it, firm yet caring, melts the protest. He's right. Probably. "Fine. But I get to cuddle, right?"
He rolls his eyes, but his hand caresses my cheek. "We'll see."
The hike to Majestic Ridge feels shorter than it is, even with my legs like jelly. Maybe it's the anticipation, or holding his hand again, fingers laced tight. Racer leads the way, bounding through underbrush. We don't talk much—just easy silence, broken by my occasional questions about birds or plants. Kaleb answers patiently, his knowledge deep and unpretentious.
By the time we reach the spot, the sun's kissing the horizon, painting the sky in oranges and pinks. He unloads the gear—sleeping bags, marshmallows. Kaleb dutifully unloads the cooler from his backpack.
It's an incredible spot. A clearing on a gentle rise, overlooking the valley. Below, the town twinkles in the distance, lights flickering on like stars on earth.
"Best view in the park," he says, unloading. "Quiet. Private."