Page 36 of Letters Book Two
“I need a gym, man,” Clint bitched. He was sorely missing his weightlifting.
“You’re big enough,” Chad declared, straining to hold Clint steady.
“But I’m weak and losing all of my muscle,” he complained. I’m pretty sure that Clint had reached his maximum patience level of the hospital setting, but he couldn’t leave until he could safely navigate the room. The concern was that he lived alone and could fall and injure himself and no one would know. We didn’t know it yet, but he wouldn’t be living alone too much longer.
“I like the way you look. You look perfect to me,” Chad said. Clint beamed after hearing more flattering words from the mystical creature he’d recently discovered. You could see his renewed desire to please Chad immediately as he got back to work.
Lucas smiled and whispered in my ear as I held his arm in front of him, stretched fully, helping him with resistance training, one of his many exercises. “See? I told you something was brewing there.”
“Are you jealous?” I asked, being a little too sensitive.
“I don’t like boys, you know that, Mr. Jackson.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN: Lucas
Chad and I sat across from one another with shit-eating grins on our face. We’d been planning my comeback and were about to surprise our boyfriends.
“What are you two fools up to?” Clint asked, stuffing another forkful of Grandma’s scalloped potatoes in his mouth. He kicked at Perry’s feet under the table to get his attention. “These bozos are scheming again, Wall Street.” Clint delighted in calling Perry by that nickname. Perry accepted it because he had found a new workout buddy.
We started hanging out at Mrs. Howard’s place most nights for dinner. I didn’t want her to go through her grief alone. Not to mention, she knew how to prepare the best meals.
I banged my fork and knife on the table to get everyone’s attention, acting all grand like. “Grandma, please come in here, I want you here for this.” All eyes were on me and Chad. I waited for Grandma to sit in her chair at the head of the table. “We have an announcement.” I grinned at my new best friend, Chad, seated across from me. He grabbed Clint’s hand and leaned against his strong shoulder. “You ready?” I asked. I looked at everyone that was seated around the table. “I am buying and reopening the station and Chad is joining me in my new business venture.”
Grandma’s eyes glassed over. Her and I had spoken about my idea several times and she had left it totally up to me. She didn’t know that I had made my final decision. “Ed would be so proud of you, son. Of course, you can reopen the station. In fact, you can have it.”
“I’m nothavinganything, Grandma. I want to accept Grandpa’s original offer and I’ll have Perry help me set up a financial plan so I can do it all above board.” I looked to my side where Perry sat smiling.
“He’s got his own money, ma’am. You know how he is, it’s got to be on his terms.” He squeezed my hand under the table. We had also discussed this before my big reveal. Like Grandma, I hadn’t filled him in on exactly when. We had spoken about staying in Beaufort and he was amenable to it if it made me happy. Perry and I had committed to transparency in our relationship, and this was one of the first big steps.
After a bit of a celebration with fresh pecan pie and a toast to my success, we all said our goodbyes to Grandma, and hugged our way out of her house. Chad and Clint were staying at his small apartment on the edge of town, and Perry and I headed to our modest rental bungalow along the water in Port Royal.
“I’m proud of you, Lucas. Very proud.” He reached over and rested his hand on my lap. I was driving the new Chevy pickup he’d given me for my twentieth birthday. An elaborate gift, I knew, but we were learning to live in each other’s worlds. “I’m rich,” he’d explained. “It’s like a gift that I could easily afford without offending you with a Porsche or something.”
“I’ve got sleeping bags in the back.” I raised my eyebrows in question. “The road is just ahead.” He rubbed my inner thigh enthusiastically. “Whatta ya think?” I asked.
“Make sure you don’t miss the turn, baby boy.”
It was on!I slowed down and found the road to our beach. I was hard as a rock. It had been a long and very painful wait, but we were back on track in the love department. I’d say it was more thanback on track. I was twenty. I was a very horny twenty at that. I drove down a small sandy side road, the beach fifty yards away, and put the truck in park. We both jumped out, and I dropped the tailgate. I moved fast against Perry, and unbuckled his belt, letting his jeans fall. He lifted his T-shirt off. It seemed like he was as ready as I was. “Can I, Daddy?” He nodded as I yanked his briefs off. “Sit up there,” I said, motioning to the open tailgate.
“With pleasure. You stripping?”
“Nope! No time for that, just yet.” He jumped up and sat his naked ass on the cool metal of the tailgate. I pulled on his legs, indicating to him that I wanted him to sit forward, closer to the edge near me. “There you go, Daddy. Can you grab my backpack and set it beside you?” He stared at me curiously. “Come on, I’ll make it worth your time. Promise.”
“It better be, boy. You know how Daddy hates to wait for what he desires.”
I pushed him onto his back and grabbed his swollen dick. “Trust me, it will be.” I moved my mouth slowly up his inner thighs that I had pushed apart and nibbled on his balls. “This what you like, Daddy?” He groaned and pushed his hips off of the bed of the truck. “I guess you do. How about this?” I slid my lips up his shaft and licked his swollen head, nice and slow. “This?” I pulled his cock back and came down on it and took it deep into my mouth. I knew he loved that I had acquired a unique ability to deep throat his large manhood. I demonstrated my talent several times as I played a game of,make it disappear.
“Jesus! Baby boy! You are such a bad little boy. You are being very naughty. You know how much Ihatethat!” I knew I was driving him crazy. I also knew how to push every single one of Mr. Jackson’s buttons. A little discovery of mine. I knew he craved being served by his boy. I knew I craved serving my man, my daddy. This partnership was working out well.
I deep throated him over and over. His legs were hanging over the edge of the tailgate. He’d lift them up occasionally and spread them wider as I tugged on his sack and swallowed every inch of him. “Suck that cock, boy. Hold it in your throat.” He held my head, preventing me from popping back up. “That’s it, you naughty boy. Nice and slow now.” He released my head but kept his hands on the side of my face, guiding me as he pushed his cock into my mouth. “Fuck yeah, baby. You’resogood at that.” He rested one leg on my shoulder as he squirmed on the truck bed. The pressure of his leg’s weight felt hot as hell. Perry was ripped now. His legs muscular and powerful. Clint and he had been tearing things up at the gym, and I loved this even sexier forty-year-old. “Am I coming this way, baby boy? Or would you like a little tailgate action of your own?”
I pulled myself off of his cock and stood straight, appraising his naked body. His flat stomach and ripped abs still had my wetness on them. “That’s what the backpack is for, Daddy.” I shyly raised my eyebrows at him. This was the move I knew he loved so much. He loved me nasty when I was serving him, but he absolutely lost his shit when I reverted to my shy little boy routine. “I was hoping you might want to remind me about being a better-behaved boy. I’m sorry I’ve not been obedient.”
He sat up on his elbows and took me in. “Take your clothes off, Lucas.” I shook my headno. I also knew he loved when I disobeyed his commands. He glared at me. “Do as Daddy says, boy, or you don’t get any more pleasure. Do you want that sort of punishment?”
“No, Daddy.”
“Then do it. Do it now!” He watched as I lifted my T-shirt over my head. His eyes scanned my smooth, bare chest, and then they dropped to my waist, demanding I remove my jeans.
