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Nevertheless, Ted turned around. One leg rose up to rest on the edge of the dock. He had been letting his feet dangle off the side and into the lake. It was such a dorky thing to do, but it suited Ted so well.

Somehow, he made it charming.

“Jimmy,” I heard him say above the wind that suddenly kicked up.

I don’t know why, but I was suddenly crying. Not only that, I was running. My feet pounded against the planks, making them rattle. The dock shook as I beat my feet toward Ted, who was smiling. He had the biggest grin on his face, which made my heart swell so big I thought it would burst.

My pace didn’t slow. I charged straight into Ted’s open arms. The two of us should have gone straight into the lake together. Ted, however, was a massive wall of muscle. A scrawny little punk like me—as Dad so often pointed out—wasn’t going to make him move.

Sure enough, Ted didn’t even wobble. His big arms closed around me as soon as our bodies collided. I buried my face in his sculpted chest, wetting his shirt with my stupid tears. It was stupid because I was stupid. I was stupid for crying. He was holding me and it felt amazing and I never wanted to leave and—

“Hey.”

Ted’s hand pushed between us, snaking its way up to take hold of me by the chin. He tilted my head up so that we were looking at each other. I saw him through the blur of tears making my visions swim.

Gently, ever so tenderly, Ted brushed them away. I could see his face now. He was still smiling at me, though his face had softened.

“I…” I croaked out.

I wanted to apologize. He didn’t need to see me crying. I was bawling like a brat—another of Dad’s famous sayings—because he was with his sons and I was stuck with Omar. I was acting like a spoiled little prince.

Instead of apologizing, though, I lunged up on my tiptoes. One arm let go so I could grab him by the back of the neck. With every bit of strength I had, I tried to pull Ted down toward me.

This was a bad idea, of course. I was getting in the way of him being with his twin sons. They deserved a dad like Ted, not me. Plus, the last thing anybody wanted to do was make out with someone who’d just been squalling.

Ted didn’t seem to mind, though. In fact, I shouldn’t have pulled on him so hard. He didn’t try to resist me. Once he realized what I was trying to do—which took maybe a second—his mouth came down to claim mine like a hungry animal.

“Mmm!” I moaned as he claimed me. “Mmm, Daddy!”

Ted kissed me hard and deep. His hand grabbed hold of a hunk of my hair, gripping it tight. I was going nowhere, but his intention was clear nonetheless. He was claiming me as his own.

To further drive the point home, Ted drove his tongue into my mouth. I sucked on it eagerly like a calf hungry for his momma’s teat.

“Mmm!” Ted moaned into me. “Good boy…”

He was hard. It was impossible to ignore. The front of Ted’s shorts formed a tent that would’ve hosted all of the Ringling Brothers. My own cock paled in comparison, but Ted didn’t seem to mind. He could feel how hard I was for him all the same.

Ted kissed me for a bit longer right there on the docks, smothering me with his mouth and the heavy weight of his muscular body. “Let’s go back to the cabin,” Ted muttered huskily in my ear after he had finally broken the kiss. “I need to fuck you, son.”

Hearing him call me “son” made my toes curl. “I can’t wait,” I replied, burying my face in his thick chest once again. “Please, do it here.”

My hands were already reaching for the hem of Ted’s shorts. “Fuck me now,” I pleaded, shoving both hands inside. “I need you inside me. I need to be fucked by you, hard!”

Ted threw his head back as I wrapped both hands around him. The head of his cock was already leaking. Droplets of precum flowed freely from his piss slit, soaking my fingers. I used the sticky slickness to lube him up. He was going to need it.

Hell, so was I.

“Okay,” Ted said, reaching down to grab the bottom of his T-shirt. “If that’s what you really want…”

I stared, mesmerized, as Ted peeled his shirt off, exposing his hard, sculpted muscles to the warm summer sun. “Oh, yeah,” I breathed out, my voice choking with lust for him. “Definitely.”

We were both naked in a few seconds. 

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