When we climbed up on our air mattress, I was exhausted. I groaned and rolled over, facing Cody. “Too many late nights. I’m going to need a week to recover from this trip.”
“Oh, no. Daddy’s tired.”
“I am for sure.”
“I know what to do. I’ll make you feel so good you fall right to sleep.” Before I could argue, Cody stuffed his hand down the front of my sleep shorts and cupped my balls. He kneaded them, wiggling his fingers, and as my cock grew harder, he slid his hand up it, thumbing over the tip. “Feels good?”
“Yes. Very good, but maybe let's push these down?” While I shoved my shorts down, Cody crossed the tent and dug into his toiletry bag, pulling out a bottle of lube.
“Look, Daddy.” He shook it in the air. “This will help. Now, lie back and relax.”
For once, I did as he said, letting him have control. He slicked up his hand and grabbed my cock, stroking it slowly and flicking his thumb over the head. He squeezed harder and shifted his hand up and down faster. He tickled my balls with his other hand, making me moan.
Faster. Harder. He kept stroking me.
“Daddy, love touching you. Taking your cock. Wanna make you feel so good…”
It wasn’t much in the way of dirty talk, but with his ministrations, it was enough. “I’m…now…Cody.”
He leaned over and opened his mouth, so I squirted inside it. “Yummy.”
“You’re killing me, Cody.”
“Yep. In all the best ways, Daddy.”
Chapter nineteen
Cody – No Shoes, No Shirt, No Problems
We had a campsite right on Hurricane Bay, and wow, what a name. I hadn’t even known it existed but was glad someone on the planning committee did, because it was gorgeous. There were canal-side spots for a bunch of our RVs, including Drew’s, but the tent campsites were on the inside and not on the water. It was the other way around the last time we stopped. There were still a couple of places to put our boards in, and Daddy Warner was talking with Daddies Crow and Vince to figure out our paddle route. We had options, including slipping out of the bay and through the pass so we could stop at Bunche Beach for lunch, then back again.
There were palm trees everywhere, and the sun was hot. Getting in the water would be fantastic, no matter where we went, but I liked the idea of hanging out on a sandy beach for a while before coming back. The problem was that Vince had never paddled that far before, but he was fit, so neither Joey nor I worried about it.
They finally decided to go for it, and we took our boards, packed lunch, and other supplies to the sandy beach area, marked off with little white picket fences, for staging kayaks, canoes, and boards.
Joey clapped his hands as Daddy Vince packed their stuff on the board. “Think we’re gonna see aminmals today?”
“Course. This is Florida. Haven’t you lived here like your whole life?” I asked.
“Yep. But we never got to go out on the water like this. Mamma ran a farm. Well, sort of.”
“That sucks. I was always out on the water growing up. But a farm sounds pretty fun.”
“Nope. It was just gardening and crazy chickens that attacked you. But I did like my dog.”
“See.” I pointed at him. “I never had a dog.” My parents always claimed there were too many mouths to feed already to take on pets. It was one thing all of us kids were disappointed in, but it's funny how that works. None of us as adults had pets, either. Maybe because we didn’t know what to do with them.
Warner put his arm around my shoulders. “Do you want a dog?” He squeezed me a little, in a comforting way.
“I don’t know. I don’t know how to take care of a dog.” Well, that was my issue in a nutshell. How could I take care of kids when I could barely take care of myself and knew nothing about caretaking?Grr…But I had promised everyone not to think about that. So I mentally shoved it off. “I don’t need a dog.”
“Mmm…think about it. We don’t have to decide today.”
I was most definitely not going to think about it. “Let’s go already!”
“Impatient as always.” He scrubbed his hand over my hair but moved to put our board in the water. “Come on then.”
Joey and Vince paddled together on one side, and Crow and Skyler were on the other. But as we moved along, we driftedfarther apart. It made it harder to talk with my friends, but I didn’t mind because the water felt good on my feet and where I trailed my fingers.
