Clumsy Calloway

by Laurie Lochs

"Baby boy," Daddy Oscar whispered, "let's get you fastened into you highchair for breakfast."

  My cheeks burst into flames. "Yes, daddy. I've been waiting all morning."

  Daddy Oscar grinned. He strapped me into the highchair to make sure I was safe. Then, he placed a small plastic bowl of delicious oatmeal with cinnamon and peanut butter in front of me. He dished it up with a bright blue baby-safe spoon and brought it to my mouth.

  "Here comes the airplane, baby boy."

  "Yes, daddy. I'm ready for lift off."

  I scrunched my eyes tight and stuck out my tongue. Daddy Oscar circled the food through the air until it landed with a gentle plop in my mouth. I flicked my tongue over the spoon, taking the oatmeal in.

  So yummy and cinnamony and warm.

  "Wait here, boy. Daddy will be back with your bottle."

  I nodded frantically. I wanted my bottle as soon as possible. Thank God Daddy Oscar appeared a second later with the delicious warm cinnamon bottle ready to go.

  "Open wide, baby." He brought the nipple to my mouth. With a grin, I welcomed the gentle plastic nub between my lips. I swirled my tongue over the plastic, taking in the texture. Then, Debbie Oscar lifted the bottle and I sucked.

  Warmth flooded me. It filled my mouth, coating every orifice. I moaned, seeking more milk. It felt like I’d been transported back to an earlier stage of life. Daddy Oscar caressed my cheek as I let myself get lost in the delicious bottle. This was comfort. This was warmth.

  Little space.

  Halfway through, I began kicking my feet against the highchair. Daddy Oscar promptly removed the bottle.

  "Boy, you're going to break the chair."

  "Sorry, daddy." I licked the warm milk for my lips. "I just got a little excited. That's all."

  Daddy Oscar grinned. He glanced down. I brought my feet away from the highchair. Before breakfast, Daddy Oscar had tied my special shoes tight. They were white and beautiful and still brand-new. But he was right. I shouldn't kick them against the wooden chair. I might break it.

  "Are you ready for your walk today, sweet boy?"

  "Yes, daddy. I'm more excited than ever."

  Daddy Oscar grinned. He brought the bottle to my mouth again. I accepted it greedily, slurping milk from the nipple. The warm milk dribbled down my chin. Daddy Oscar wiped it with the dinosaur bib he'd tied around my neck. Then, he kissed me.

  "My sweet, sweet boy. Daddy cares about you with all his heart."

  My insides turned to jelly. "Thank you, daddy. I feel the same exact way and a million times more.”

  I stuck out my tongue, ready for the nipple again. But before I could take it, a sharp noise suddenly rang out.

  It was the doorbell.

  I whipped my gaze to Oscar. "Daddy, someone's at the door."

  But Oscar said nothing. He only stared at me with concern. Before I could speak, he zipped his mouth and raced out of the room. My heart pounded out of my chest.

  Danger.

  But when Daddy Oscar's voice rang out from the hallway, I knew everything was all right.

  "Wait, baby boy. I'm coming to get you."

  Daddy Oscar returned a second later and unstrapped me from the chair. He wiped my chin again and brought me upstairs. My heart stopped when I saw who was at the door.

  "It's a deliveryman, daddy. He has a big truck."

  "Yes, boy. A big white truck, like the kind you play with downstairs."

  I grinned. "Maybe I could drive a big truck too someday, daddy."

  "Yes. Maybe you could be a deliveryman, sweet angel. Now let's go help unpack."

  We walked to the front and met the deliveryman. The other daddies were still sleeping with their boys. It was 7 in the morning.

  The delivery man smiled. "I have one bouncy castle for Neverland Hills. Someone tells me it's your birthday, sweet boy."

  I burst into laughter. "No sir. It's not my birthday. It's my best friend Jacob’s."

  The deliveryman giggled. "Great. We've got his bouncy castle ready to go."

  Daddy Oscar gripped my hand tight. We helped unpack everything and brought it to the backyard. My heart was racing the entire time.

  When the deliveryman left, I squeezed Oscar’s hand and forced him to stop. I looked him dead in the eyes.

  “Please, Daddy,” I whispered. “I-I don’t care if Jacob’s still sleeping. Please… I want to play."

  Chapter 18

  Oscar

  That weekend

  I brought my lips to Calloway's, relishing his salty taste. His eyes fluttered, letting me know he was enjoying every second of my kiss.

  "Sweet boy. You’re making daddy so excited."

  Calloway blushed. "Am I making daddy hard?"

  "Yes, sweet boy. Bring your hand to my legs and feel my cock."

  Calloway nodded. When he wrapped his small fingers around my cock, a soft moan fluttered out from his lips.

  "It's so hard, daddy. But why is it so much bigger than mine?"

  "Because daddies have bigger cocks than their boys. It's how bodies work, sweet boy.”

  "I see, daddy. Will I have one as big as yours someday?"

  "Yes, little angel. Just keep eating your protein and you'll grow up big and strong like daddy."

  Calloway moaned. I tore off my pants and heaved my naked man body on top of his boyish onesie. Then, I unbuttoned his onesie flap and pulled his cock out from underneath. Calloway cried out as I gripped it in my palm. I brought our cocks together and stroked them.

  “We're together, daddy. You've made us one."

  "Do you like being one with daddy?"

  "Yes," he gasped. "I like it so much. It's turning my body to fire."

  I grinned and cupped his balls. He quivered beneath me. Then, I flipped him on his back and lubed his hole. After sliding a condom over my cock, I entered him.

  "Daddy!" His voice was filled with longing and pleasure.

  "Does it hurt, little one?"

  "A little, daddy. Please. Go slow."

  I immediately removed my cock. "I'm so sorry, sweet boy. Daddies should never go that fast."

  Calloway nodded. I began by massaging his hole again. I planted angel kisses along his smooth crack. Then, I slid my cock in slowly, pushing halfway before pulling out. I repeated this five times. When he was sufficiently prepped, I slid in all the way. Calloway moaned, welcoming my cock.

  "It feels so good, daddy."

  "Yes, little angel. You're taking daddy's cock so well."

  I brought my hand to Calloway's head and pushed his delicate face into the pillow. I fucked hard, slapping my balls against his beautiful taint. His hairless body throbbed beneath me, trembling every time I bucked into his hole. At last, I brought us both to the brink of our orgasm. I flipped him over. We came at the exact same time over his chest.

  “I-It’s sticky, daddy,” Calloway said with a giggle.

  "Yes, angel cherub boy. Let me grab a wipe and clean you."

  After cleaning my porcelain angel, I changed him into his favorite pair of khakis and a striped t-shirt. I put the cutest rainbow beanie on his head and brushed his hair to the sides. When I finished, I grabbed the teddy bear he'd grown so fond of and put it in his hand.

  He was ready for Jacob's big day.

  "Are you coming to the party too?" Calloway batted his eyelashes at me.

  I couldn't resist. "Of course, baby. I love parties, especially with little boys."

  "We can go together." Calloway stuck out his hand. Warmth and love for this sweet angel filled me. I grabbed his hand and led him out of the bedroom. At last, we stepped into the backyard and saw everything.

  The deliveryman had done a fantastic job setting the castle up. By a small patch of oaks, the bounce castle rose high in the sky. Daddy Paul was manning the grill, cooking hotdogs and hamburgers for our hungry boys. On the picnic table sat a giant frosted cake. It read HAPPY BIRTHDAY JACOB! THE CUTEST BOY IN NEVERLAND!

  I rolled my eyes. Jacob was definitely not the cutest boy. That particu
lar honor was reserved for my little Calloway.

  The second Cal saw the festivities he let go of my hand and darted off. I burst into laughter and joined Daddy Joe, Paul and Brent by the grill. Daddy Paul immediately handed me a brat with relish and bacon bits.

  "Looks like the little ones are all grown up. They don't even need their daddies."

  I grinned. My heart swelled with pride. My little prince was getting along so well with his friends.

  And his special shoes helped him go all the way.

  Chapter 19

  Calloway

  I raced towards the bouncy castle, not bothering to glance back at Daddy Oscar. My insides were bubbling like a tea kettle and were going to burst. Who the hell would have thought a bouncy castle would be so much fun? To think that it was all because of Jacob's birthday. I made a mental note to thank him profusely for being born on this very special day.

  More than anything, I wanted to play.

  "Calloway!" Dennis shouted. I whipped around and stopped just as I was about to climb into the castle.

  "Yes?"

  "I was thinking…" Dennis walked over to me and wrapped me in a hug. "I was thinking maybe we could bounce together."

  My heart lit up. "You mean it?"

  "Yes. It would be the funnest thing in the world. Jacob wants to bounce with all of us for his birthday."

  My heart melted. "I would love to do that. Please."

  At once, Jacob appeared. "Last one in is a rotten egg!"

  We burst into laughter and rushed inside. We started bouncing. I grinned, loving the way it made me soar. On the other end of the castle, Jacob bounced super high, which sent all of us flying into the air. I giggled, bringing my hands to my face to show how much fun I was having. My head hit the ceiling we were bouncing so high.

  "It's like we're doing pogo sticks in the clouds."

  "What's a pogo stick?" I’d never heard of that in my life.

  "It's a type of toy. You can bounce on the sidewalk and fly."

  I giggled. "That sounds like fun. But I much prefer the bouncy castle."

  Dennis grinned. "Me too. It's the best thing to help you fly."

  Without warning, Jacob pushed me and Dennis into each other, and we laughed as we flew into the floor. We were like little bouncy balls, letting the sea of the castle take us where it may.

  All at once, Daddy Joe appeared with a big grin on his face. "Do you boys want to take a break for cake?"

  "Cake?" we all shouted.

  Debbie Joe grinned. "First one to the table gets a slice of rainbow cake. Ready, set, go."

  We burst into laughter and flew out of the bouncy castle. Seconds later, we were racing towards the picnic table where the cake was held. Dennis got ahead of everyone, but Jacob pushed him to the side at the last minute and reach the table first.

  “N-No fair,” Dennis sputtered. "You can't push me, Jacob.”

  “Hey,” Jacob retorted, “it’s my birthday. And besides, no one ever said racing was a no contact sport."

  The generous daddies helped scoop delicious cake and ice cream onto our plates. It was a beautiful rainbow cake, covered in frosted balloons. When they finished dishing us up, Daddy Oscar helped me onto his lap and fed me.

  "Is a yummy, sweet boy?"

  "It tastes like a rainbow, daddy."

  Daddy Oscar scooped a finger full of frosting and wiped it on my nose. Then, he leaned over and licked it off. I giggled. My heart burst into flames.

  "Daddy, it feels like you're a butterfly."

  "I like you so much, sweet boy. I'll always be your butterfly.”

  I took another bite of delicious cake. After a while, I started to get bored. "Daddy, I want to go back to the castle."

  "That sounds like a great idea."

  I tried to ask the rest of the boys if they wanted to go but they were too busy eating second helpings. I took one last look at them and sprinted towards the castle. I threw my shoes off and started to jump, leaping high in the air with a smile on my face. It didn’t matter that I was alone. My heart soared every time I bounced to the sky.

  Suddenly, Dennis and Nathan appeared at the entrance.

  "Can we join, Calloway?"

  I grinned. "I'd love if you did."

  Dennis and Nathan scrambled into the castle and began to bounce. Halfway through, we all crashed into each other and fell on the floor. We burst into laughter, we were all tangled together.

  Without warning, Dennis, suddenly leaned over and pinned me to the ground.

  "Are you having fun, Calloway?"

  He took my breath away “I like bouncing with you guys."

  Dennis grinned and let me go. Then, Nathan ran his finger over my cheek and planted a kiss on my forehead. "You know… I was kind of thinking, since were all alone in here…"

  Dennis burst into laughter. "Stop. Now is not the time."

  I was thoroughly confused. “The time?”

  Nathan giggled. "Well… I'm just saying. All of us have seen each other's… Well, you know what I mean."

  "I don't. Could you explain it?"

  Dennis sighed. "What he's trying to say is that, well… We've all seen each other's cocks. It would be cool if…"

  My heart raced. "Oh my God. Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

  Nathan giggled. "We could compare. We could have a competition to see who has the biggest."

  "You guys are silly."

  Dennis laughed. "You don't have to do it. You can say no."

  I bit my lip. Did I really want to do this? Would Daddy Oscar get mad? But then I looked at Dennis and Nathan one more time. Something leapt inside me. Suddenly, I very much wanted to pull my cock out of my onesie and expose it to my best friends. I wondered what they'd say. Had they ever seen a cock like mine? Would they laugh at me?

  "Okay," I whispered. "I'm going to do it. But you have to promise not to laugh."

  "We won't laugh. We won't tell anyone, either."

  I took a deep breath and scrunched my eyes shut. I was really doing it. With a soft sigh, I removed my cock for my onesie. It was rock hard and dripping wet.

  "Can you see it?" I whispered. Anxiety clawed at my throat

  "Yes," Dennis said. He crawled next to me and put his hand on my waist. "It's a beautiful cock, Calloway. I wish I had one like yours."

  I let out a weak laugh. "Can I see yours?"

  Dennis nodded. He pulled his soft cock out. My heart stopped. Dennis had a gorgeous cock. It had a soft vein running through the shaft that led up to the tip. I reached out and cupped it in my palm, letting the balls spill over my fingers.

  "It's beautiful. I'm so jealous, Dennis.”

  Dennis giggled. "Can I feel yours, Calloway?"

  I nodded. "Yes. You can touch my shaft and balls, if you like.”

  Nathan licked his lips. He moved his hand from my waist to my cock. He started to jerk it. I moaned, closing my eyes and pretending it was my daddy.

  Suddenly, a loud voice filled the bouncy castle, and I knew I was busted.

  Chapter 20

  Oscar

  My heart raced as I peered into the tent. What the hell did my boy think he was doing? He should know better than to let older boys take advantage of him. Or was I being too rash?

  "Calloway," I barked out. "Come to daddy. Right now.”

  He whipped around. His face filled with fear. “Y-Yes, daddy. I'm coming."

  Nathan and Dennis only glanced at each other. They hadn't even bothered to put their cocks away.

  Calloway hurried towards me. I quickly tucked him back into his onesie and buttoned it.

  "Follow daddy, boy.”

  I held his hand and led him away from the bouncy castle. When we reached a private area beneath an ash tree, I sat him down and pried him for answers.

  "What were you doing in the castle, boy?”

  "We were just bouncing, daddy. Then, Nathan and Dennis asked if they could see my cock."

  "Why did they want to see your cock, boy?"

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nbsp; "They said they'd seen each other's. It sounded like a rite of passage. I was scared about what you might think. But I figured it was okay because they were doing it."

  I mulled this over. My boy had a point. He'd considered my feelings before exposing himself to his friends. This counted for something.

  "Did I upset you, daddy?"

  I sighed. “No, sweet boy. Experimenting with your friends is part of being a little. It doesn't mean daddy is mad. There's nothing wrong with what you did, boy. Please don't feel ashamed."

  Calloway glanced at me. His eyes were moist and brimming with tears. "I'm so sorry, daddy. I didn't mean to hurt you."

  "You didn't hurt me, boy." I pulled him in for a hug. I inhaled his scent, letting his musk wash over me. I trailed the small of his back with my hand, gently teasing him with my fingers. "You didn't hurt me at all, baby boy. Please don't ever think you could ever hurt your daddy by touching your little friends."

  Calloway let out a weak sigh. "I'm afraid I disappointed you."

  It was my turn to laugh. "It's okay, sweet one. Little boys sometimes show their cocks to their friends. It doesn't mean they don't love their daddies any less. And," I continued, “if I’m going to be honest, seeing you with your little friends kind of turned daddy on."

  Calloway froze. "What do you mean?"

  "My cock," I whispered, guiding his hand to my thighs. “Seeing you play with your friends made daddy excited."

  Calloway's jaw dropped. He glanced up, searching for deceit in my face. When he saw none, he rushed forward and slammed his lips against mine.

  “You're so hard, daddy,” he whispered when we parted.

  "Yes, sweet angel. I want you to take care of my cock.”

  Calloway’s jaw dropped.

  "But not in front of the other boys. Let's find a secret space. I'll let you take daddy's cock, just this once."

  Calloway moaned. Promptly, I lifted him from where we were sitting and brought him into the woods. I sprawled him out under the base of a shady spruce and spread his cheeks.

  "Are you ready to take daddy’s cock, sweet boy?"