Page 14 of Daddy’s Little Camping Trip (Found by Daddy #14)

Gilbraith

A first kiss is a magical thing, and I’d kissed a few men in my time.

More than a few, if I were to be honest, and each one had its own pleasant memory.

Some led to more, some ended with the evening in question at the door, but none had held a bigger place in my fantasy life than the one I had hoped to share with Quill.

From the moment I met him at Chained, I’d hoped to spend more time together both little and big.

Some daddies kept their adult romance separate from daddy/little interactions to the point where they did not want them to be with the same person, but I did not feel that way.

To me, both relationships were so loving and absorbing, how could there be enough of me to split into two of them?

The deck this evening offered a romantic setting with its comfortable chairs, double lounger, and the moon above lighting up Quill’s animated smiling face.

Talking had turned to kissing had led to where we were now, with our shirts off and lips devouring all the skin revealed so far.

At first, I worried. Did he like a bear?

But then my silly overthinking self reminded me that we’d spent the afternoon at the lake, some of that time shirtless.

This adorable little, now big, knew what he would be seeing, and he’d had plenty of time to reject me if that had been his desire.

Judging from his lapping tongue circling my nipple in its nest of hair, he was fine with it. More than fine. My cock strained against my zipper, hard as steel and seeking freedom.

“Would you like to go inside?” I asked, stroking his hair. “Or slow down?”

“No.” He reached for the button on my slacks and flipped it open.

“Neither?” Because it was confusing. No go and no stop?

“No, let’s stay out here and not slow down.” He flung his arms around my waist, his face tilted up toward me. “I don’t want to move from this spot.”

“Outside?” My voice held an un-daddy like squeak I cleared my throat to hide. “I wouldn’t want anyone to stumble by and embarrass you. It wouldn’t necessarily be someone from the club.”

“Everyone at the campground except the staff who’ve all gone home is from the club. And the owners…well, they are our people. I spoke with them.”

Chained was a private club for all sorts of kinks and choices, and on the main floor, sex not only happened but was expected in many cases. No shock value, although some enjoyed watching as their kink and others “sharing” their own pleasure with an audience.

It was fine there, for those who were into it.

I walked past orgasming subs on the main floor on my way to the little room where things were entirely different.

But out here? In the bigger world? We could be breaking the law.

I opened my mouth to argue then snapped it closed.

Why was I fighting doing something I really wanted to in a situation where risk was almost nil.

“Come here, Quill.” I tugged him up my body until we were lying face-to-face.

“Sometimes a daddy can be a little square.”

“Just the use of that word confirms it.” He grinned, but I couldn’t argue when he was right.

“I have other good qualities.” Cupping the back of his head, I kissed him then went to the work of undressing him. And me. Then realized something. “Lube.”

“I have some in my bag just inside.” Quill scrambled off me and returned with a tube. “I have condoms too, but I’ve tested clean, and it’s been a while since anyone…you know.”

“Me too.”

He handed me the lube and I twisted the cap off and coated my cock before seating him on my lap, leaning forward, and spent all the time it took to make sure he was ready for me, inserting one finger then two, the tightness telling me he had not only not been with anyone lately but probably not often before that.

Scissoring my fingers, I stretched him until he whimpered. “Please, I need your cock.” He sat up straight and I helped him turn to face me, wanting to watch his expression while I lowered him onto my cock.

Even after all the lube, he was tight, so tight I paused, letting him adjust until he ground against me, groaning, and then I rolled, tucking him underneath me on the chair and drove deep, again and again, shifting the angle again to make sure he got the most pleasure possible before the inevitable happened. Which wasn’t going to take long.

Being outside made it better somehow. Exhibitionist but not. Safe but a little thrilling. And so, so good. “Quill, are you close?”

“I-I’m so…I’m going to come.” He clamped his hand around his shaft, gave three jerks, and sprayed both our torsos with cum, the salty scent and flailing hips setting me off as well. Shuddering, I let loose, holding him tightly to me as I filled his hole with cum.

We held one another for a long time in the moonlight before the cool evening air drove us into the dome.

He had a look at it before we went out, but I took pleasure in leading him into the shower where we washed one another, kissed, hugged, and got messy all over again.

At this rate, we’d never be clean, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.

The walls set on see out but not in , we settled in the big bed to snuggle and talk until once again passions rose and we learned more about one another in different and sensual ways.