by Laurie Lochs
George's eyes filled with water. "You took my horsey, daddy. You hurt me."
"I didn't realize she meant so much to you, sweet boy. That was my mistake."
George exhaled slowly. "Can I see her, daddy?"
I bit my lip. "I'm afraid that's not possible, sweet boy. Lucy was an excellent horse. But she passed away."
George began to cry. I pulled him close, letting the warmth seep across my chest. His tears were staining my shirt.
"It's okay, sweet boy. She was a perfect horse."
George sniffled. I handed him a s’more. "I wish I could've said goodbye."
"You can do better, sweet boy. You can get to know her daughter."
George nodded softly. "I'm so thankful you told me, daddy."
"Yes, baby boy. You deserve to know the truth. Now follow me."
I grabbed his hand. George quickly stuffed the rest of the s’more in his mouth. But there was no time to wait.
It was time to get Blossom.
Chapter 13
George
Luke held my hand tight as he led me away from the fire and towards Blossom. In the setting sun, her tail flicked elegantly back and forth, swatting flies. I knew it was time to get to know her. She was a part of me. She held a part of her mother deep in her veins.
This is my horse. Though she’s not Lucy, she’s mine.
"Sweet boy," Luke whispered when we got close. "I want you to give her sugar cubes. They’re her favorite snack."
I smiled weakly. "Thank you, daddy."
He pressed two firm cubes in my hand. The corner of one crumpled and so I quickly pressed it together so it wouldn't break. I brought it to Blossom and ran my fingers over her mane.
"Here you go, sweet girl. I've come in peace."
Blossom flicked her tongue out. She sampled the sugar cube and took it down her throat. She stared at me with warm eyes.
"I love you, sweet girl." I wrapped my arm around Blossom's neck. She whinnied and let out a snort of laughter. I couldn't help but grin. She had a sense of humor, just like her mother.
"Baby boy. Let's lead Blossom through the meadow. She can nibble flowers and grass."
"That sounds like a great idea, daddy. I'd love to."
Luke untied Blossom from the fence post. He led her by the hand past the fence and into the meadow. At last, we reached a small clearing in the woods where flowers grew everywhere.
Blossom glanced around. A second later, she lowered her head and began to sample the buffet. She nibbled the flowers, taking them in her mouth one by one. At last, she lifted her head and whinnied.
"Are they good, sweet girl?"
Blossom licked her lips. She had a big yellow daffodil stuck to the side of her mouth. I walked up and gently removed it. I placed it in my palm. She kissed it and licked the sweat off my skin.
"That's for you, baby girl. That's all yours."
I hugged Blossom again. Daddy Luke came up behind me and gently massaged my shoulders. He sunk his thumb into my palms and rubbed my neck.
“Daddy,” I whispered. “It feels so good.”
"I'm glad you like it, baby boy. You need a break after all that stress."
I took a deep breath that sent shudders through my body. How did Luke know me so well? We hadn't even been on the ranch for more than two weeks. But he knew me better than I knew myself.
"Thank you for letting me get to know your sweet girl."
"It's the least I could do, baby boy. I'm so sorry that Lucy is no longer with us. But Blossom will live forever.”
"In Neverland," I whispered, staring into her eyes.
"Exactly, sweet boy." Luke pressed his thumbs deeper into my neck. "In Neverland."
Then, he kissed me. When we parted, I stared into his eyes. But suddenly, tears welled and I burst into sobs.
“T-Thank you, daddy,” I sobbed. “Thank you from the bottom of my heart."
"Yes, baby boy. I'm so happy you got to know your new girl."
We took Blossom and led her back to the fence. We gave her a tray of straw. I grabbed the bristle brush and ran it through her mane, getting out the knots and kinks. Blossom whinnied and pawed the ground with her hooves.
At last, it was time to head back to the fire. Luke held my hand the entire way.
"Thank you for letting me give you this gift, sweet boy. It means the world."
"No, daddy." My voice was firm and unwavering. "It means the world to me."
We joined the rest of the boys at the fire. Every so often, I glanced at Luke. His eyes were warm and brimming with kindness. I scooted closer to him and burrowed into his chest. I took a deep breath and resolved to forgive him for everything.
This was my daddy. This was my man.
This knowledge made me feel very small.
Chapter 14
Luke
One week later
"Sweet boy." I stood in the middle of the trail, wiping my brow. The morning walk had been excruciating. Sunlight blazed down on us. My leg throbbed. "Wait up. Your daddy needs a rest."
George laughed ahead. "Come on, daddy. You're being a slowpoke."
"I'm coming, sweet boy. Give your daddy a second to catch his breath."
At that, George suddenly rushed back to my side. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my shoulder. "You'll be alright, daddy. We’ll get there soon enough."
I grinned. "You're sweet, you know that?"
George giggled. He planted a kiss on my cheek. Without warning, I grabbed his shoulders and brought him in front of me. I pressed my lips to his. George melted, swooning into my grip.
"You're so sexy, daddy. Thank you so much."
"Yes, baby boy. I'm so glad you're in my life."
We held hands as we made our way up the trail. We passed huge white pines and sprawling fir trees. At one point, Calloway stopped and stared at an especially large tree with a proud look on his face.
"George," he began. "Do you know what I did to this tree?"
"I hope it's not something sexual."
Calloway laughed. "I climbed it. I climbed it so good I beat all my fears.”
George's jaw dropped. "That's incredible, Calloway. I don't know if I'd be able to do that. You're such a badass."
"You can do anything you set your mind to. I was terrified to climb it at first."
“Why’s that?"
"Because I fell out of a tree with my brother when I was little. We were climbing. He called me a pansy. I didn't want him to tell my parents I was a pansy. They'd discovered a box of pacifiers and rocketship pajamas in my dresser the week before. I was determined to prove them wrong. Climbing the tree was the perfect way to do it. Except on the way down, I bumped into a bloodthirsty squirrel and flew to the ground."
George's jaw dropped. "Ouch."
“Yeah. But mostly I blacked out through the pain. When I woke up, the doctor said I couldn't use my leg. But daddy Oscar fashioned me a beautiful pair of shoes. They helped me walk normally."
My heart swelled. Daddy Oscar had mentioned that to me. I couldn't believe how sweet little Calloway looked on the trail. He was so proud of himself for beating his fear.
"You did such a remarkable job, sweet boy. Your daddy's so proud of you." My voice was strong to let Calloway know I was telling the truth.
"Thank you, Mr. Luke. It was hard but I pushed through."
I knew I could learn something from this. Hadn't I been hurt doing something I loved? Wasn't I too scared to "get back on the horse" one more time?
Forget it. I’m not a little boy. I’m not getting on a damn horse anytime soon.
At last, George, Calloway and I stumbled upon a clearing. My heart soared when we spotted the crystal clear lake.
"It's beautiful," George whispered.
I surveyed the pond. It was gorgeous. High trees, glass waters, pale sunlight. I sat next to George. Daddy Brent and Oscar pulled sandwiches from the picnic basket.
"It's beautiful, daddy." George burrowed into my side.
"Yes
, sweet boy. Later, we can swim."
George's jaw dropped. "You want to go swimming?"
"Of course, baby boy."
George looked troubled. "But I didn't bring my swimsuit, daddy."
"It's okay, sweet boy. Daddy Brent let me in on a special secret."
George arched his eyebrows. Go on.
"At the lake, they don't wear swimsuits. Everybody has to swim naked."
George's jaw dropped. "Oh my God. I’ll feel like such an exhibit."
I furrowed my brow. "An exhibit?”
"Yes, daddy. I'll feel like an exhibit-ist."
I burst into laughter. "No, boy. You mean an exhibitionist."
George relaxed into a grin. "Yes, daddy. That's what I meant to say. Thank you for correcting me."
"You're so cute when you mix up your words."
George giggled and buried into my side. We dug into the delicious fried chicken sandwiches and stared at the lake. After some time, Paul and Brent decided to dive in with their sweet boys. I couldn't help but admire Joe and Brent's fit bodies as they tore off their clothes. They were tanned, toned. But they had nothing on my beautiful boy.
"Can I take off my clothes now, daddy?" George whispered, burrowing into my side. "I'm dying to go for a swim."
I grinned. "Yes, baby boy." I ran my fingers over his soft hair. "You can absolutely take off your clothes. I'll even take off mine."
George grinned. "You mean it, daddy? You'll show yourself naked to everybody?"
"Why not? We're skinny-dipping. It's hot as hell and I need a swim."
George burst into laughter. I helped George up. When standing, I pulled off his shirt and threw it to the ground. His pale skin sparkled in the sunlight like a million diamonds. Then, I pulled down his shorts until he was clad in his briefs. I spanked his ass. Georgie yelped and grinned. Then, he whipped around and pressed his lips against mine.
"Baby boy," I murmured, gripping his firm ass. I ran my fingers up and down his back. Save for a tiny patch of pale pubic hair above his glistening cock, he was entirely hairless. I never realized how smooth he was until just now. When we snuggled in the bedroom, we never got this close.
I made a mental note to chance that.
"Daddy," George whispered, pressing his legs together, “you make me feel so small."
"Yes, baby boy. Let daddy take off your briefs. Then, we can go for a swim."
I wiggled him out of his briefs and threw them to the ground. George looked down and giggled. He was butt naked.
"Look, daddy," he said. He pointed to his shriveled cock. "It looks so silly in the sunlight."
"Yes, baby boy. It's so silly."
George stared at me. Then he rushed to my side and wrapped his arms around my waist. "Take off your clothes, daddy. I want to see what you look like in nature.”
With a laugh, I threw off my shirt and pants. George peeled my briefs to my knees. Before I knew it, we were both lost in a passionate kiss, entirely naked.
"Daddy," George gasped, running his soft fingers over my thighs. "You're hard, daddy."
"Yes, sweet boy. You've made daddy very excited."
"Can I… Can I touch it?"
"Yes, baby boy. Just go gently. One finger at a time."
George wrapped his soft fingers around my cock. Gently he began to stroke it. He gripped it in his palm and massaged it up and down.
"Have you ever stroked a cock before, boy?"
"No, daddy. This is the very first time."
My heart trembled. "You're doing such a good job. It's almost like you were born to do this."
George giggled. "You're silly, daddy. I was born to do many things besides sucking cock."
I laughed. "Of course you were, baby boy. Daddy was being silly."
I ran my hand over George's thigh. It was soft and porcelain-like. His cock was rock hard, throbbing into his stomach. I stroked it as he tugged mine.
"Oh daddy,” George whispered, "I've never had a firm hand on my cock before."
"Has anyone ever touched it?"
"No, daddy. Only the doctor."
I burst into laughter. Then, I picked my baby boy up and brought him to the edge of the water. Both our cocks were rock hard. I pressed them against each other and stroked him. George moaned and swooned into my chest. I ran my fingers through his hair, jerking his cock all the while. He bucked into me, seeking friction. I spun him around and rubbed my cock on his ass crack. He liked that. I knew by the way he wiggled his tight little ass against my cock, desperately seeking more.
Dennis suddenly appeared beside us. "You guys look so hot together."
George made a face. "You're spying."
“Stop being silly. There's no spying in Neverland."
I glanced down. To my surprise, Nathan was rock hard. Calloway appeared by his side. He was hard, too.
Then, three daddies appeared behind them. They pressed their cocks against their boys and the boys began to moan. They cried out as their daddies touched them. Suddenly, all the daddies and boys were lost in passionate kisses. I pulled George towards the water and we both dipped a toe in.
"Ready, baby boy?"
"Yes, daddy. I'm ready to feel the cold water on my legs."
I grinned. We dove in. The water blasted my face like a cool jet. It was ice on my skin. When we emerged, I towel dried George's soft hair and tucked him into my arms. I fed him a strawberry as I ate a fistful of blackberries. We sat in the sunlight.
Suddenly, George turned to me. "I have something on my mind."
"You can tell me anything, baby boy."
"I was thinking about Blossom. Has she been broken in yet?"
I arched my eyebrows. "Why do you ask, baby boy?"
George sighed. "It's because I never learned to ride.”
His words hit me like a brick. Suddenly, I was on top of that horse again, bucking in the wind. She threw me to the ground, trampling my leg. But it was time to get over my fear. George was depending on me.
I took a deep breath and stared into George's eyes. "Baby boy. That's the sweetest thing you could've asked me."
"Does that mean you'll do it, daddy?”
“Yes. I promise, boy. I’ll overcome my fear and do it for you.”
When we returned to the ranch later that night, I took George's hand and led him to Blossom. "Are you ready, baby boy?"
"Yes, daddy. I'm terrified. But I know you'll do a good job."
I nodded. If Blossom went off the rails, I'd be there to catch George's fall. I’d trail him the entire time. Blossom wouldn’t get out of control, not on my watch.
I threw the satchel on Blossom’s back and helped George up. "Put your foot in this stirrup, boy. I'll heave you up."
George nodded. I lifted his body and he swung his foot in the stirrup. He foisted himself on top of Blossom and gripped the reins.
"Are you secure, boy?"
George looked at me with a confused expression on his face. "No, daddy. It feels like I'm going to fall off."
I nodded and grabbed an apple. I gently fed it to Blossom. Then, I instructed George to continue petting her to make her feel comfortable. He leaned down and planted kisses along her mane. Blossom responded in kind, whinnying and chomping the last of the apple from my hand.
"She's ready, boy. Let's go.”
George took a deep breath. He dug his feet into Blossom's side. She began to trot. But suddenly, he pulled the reins and she stopped.
"This isn't right, daddy. I don't know what I'm doing. I need to see you do it."
My jaw dropped. "What do you mean, sweet boy?"
But George said nothing. He only stared at me. Suddenly, it hit me that he needed to see me ride Blossom.
It was the moment of truth.
I took a deep breath and helped George down. Then, I thrust myself on the Blossom's back. My knuckles were white. I was trembling.
You can still get off, Luke. This isn't something you need to do.
But it was something I needed to do for my boy. W
ithout seeing me lead, he wouldn't have the courage to ride the horse. I needed to get that fear out of him. The only way to do it was to expel it from myself.
"Good girl." I pet Blossom's mane and stroked her.
"You're doing it, daddy. I'm so proud of you."
"Yes, sweet boy. Daddy's very scared right now. He's giving it his all."
"Blossom will understand. She'll go slow, daddy."
"Yes, boy. There's nothing to be worried about. But daddy is still getting over a mental obstacle."
I took a deep breath. Suddenly, I was back in that field again, the horse bucking beneath me. She bucked hard, tossing me like a rag doll. I cried out as the horse threw me to the ground. My leg twisted beneath me, the bone bursting from the flesh. The horse reared again, slamming its hooves on my knee. I screamed as she dug into my body, drilling the bone into the ground.
I couldn't move my leg. The horse was going to trample me to death.
"Daddy?" George's voice snapped me from my daze.
"It's okay, boy. Daddy was having a small flashback. That's it."
"Do you need to feed Blossom another apple, daddy?"
I took a deep breath. Yes, that might be good. It was always a smart idea to feed your horse before riding it. It let the horse know you were a friend.
"Yes, boy. Grab another apple. I'll wait right here."
With a curt nod, George took off towards the apple tree. I took a moment to pet Blossom, running my fingers through her mane. “You won’t hurt me, right girl?" I whispered.
Blossom snorted, as if to let me know my worries were unfounded.
I glanced over my shoulder. George was still searching for the apple. Suddenly, I got the urge to ride. I didn't care who knew it. I needed to get it out of my system so it would be perfect for George. A practice run.
"Come on, girl," I whispered. "To the fence. Just you and me."
Blossom took off at a trot. Like a bouncing ball on a hard surface, my body bounced up and down as she took me around the yard. I gripped the reins tight, but eventually they loosened in my hand. Soon, we were trotting across the meadow. An enormous grin burst across my face. I was beating my fear.
Suddenly, George appeared on the porch. He raised the apple far above his head. "You're doing it, daddy! You're overcoming your fear!"
