Page 27 of Master Daddy

I lead Luke out onto the grassy clearing behind the cabin that slopes gently down toward the lake. The air is crisp, birds singing, sunlight dappling through the pines. My homemade outdoor gym setup is simple but solid: a heavy-duty bench press I welded myself, a rack of dumbbells, resistance bands hanging from a sturdy tree branch, and a pull-up bar between two thick posts.

“This is awesome,” Luke says, running his fingers over the bench. “You really built all this?”

“Most of it.” I pat the bench. “We’re checking for imbalances today. Sometimes people favor one side without realizing. Bench press, then some single-arm dumbbell work. Hop on.”

Luke lies back on the bench in my flannel shirt, the hem riding up his thighs. I load the bar light to start and spot him. He presses smoothly, both sides even and strong. We go up in weight. Still perfect symmetry.

“Damn, little one,” I grunt, impressed. “You really do have two strong sides.”

Luke finishes his set with a proud little grin, sitting up flushed and glowing. “Told you I’m serious about training.”

I chuckle and move us over to the dumbbells for single-arm presses.

Again, flawless balance.

Watching Luke work… muscles flexing, my shirt slipping off one shoulder, that competitive sparkle in his eyes… it has me rock hard in my pajama shorts.

After his last rep Luke sets the dumbbells down and turns to me with a mischievous glint. Before I can say anything he drops to his knees right there on the soft grass, hooks his fingers in the waistband of my shorts, and tugs them down.

My cock springs free, thick and aching.

“Luke—” I start, my voice rough in that way it is in the mornings.

“Shh. You helped me train. Now I’m helping you.” He wraps both hands around my shaft and strokes firmly from base to tip, twisting lightly at the head just the way I like. Luke’s eyes stay locked on mine, full of heat and playfulness. “Two strong sides, remember?”

I groan, threading my fingers through his messy hair as he works me with perfect pressure: long, steady strokes, thumb swirling over the sensitive underside.

The morning sun warms my bare ass, the lake laps gently in the distance, and this beautiful, filthy boy is jerking me off on my own lawn like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“Fuck, boy… just like that,” I say, my heart thumping in my chest.

Luke speeds up, one hand dropping to cup and massage my balls while the other pumps my cock faster. His tongue darts out to lick the precum beading at the tip and I curse, hips jerking.

“Cum for me, Daddy,” he whispers, squeezing just right. “I want to see it.”

The words, the boy’s hands, the wicked little smile—he pushes me over the edge hard. I growl his name as thick ropes of cum spill over his fingers and onto the grass. Luke keeps stroking me through it, milking every last drop until my legs feel shaky.

When I finally catch my breath I pull him up and kiss him filthy and deep, tasting myself on his tongue.

“You’re trouble,” I mutter against his lips. “I’ll pay you back later. With interest.”

He giggles, cheeks pink. “Promise?”

“You can count on it,” I laugh.

We head back inside, clean up quickly, and get ready for the day. Luke borrows my shower while I make breakfast: eggs, bacon, toast with that good local jam. He emerges looking fresh and adorable in his clothes from last night, hair damp.

“I’ve got the afternoon off,” he tells me over breakfast, stealing a piece of bacon from my plate. “Playdate with Taron and Milo at Milo’s place. Stuffies, coloring, probably way too much sugar.”

I chuckle, reaching over to wipe a crumb from Luke’s lip with my thumb. “Behave yourself, little one. I’ve heard all about how you three get when you’re together.”

He bats his lashes innocently. “We’re always angels.”

“Sure you are.” I pull him onto my lap for one more kiss before he has to leave. “Text me when you’re done. Maybe I’ll come pick you up.”

He nods, then hesitates, searching my face. “I had a really good time last night. And this morning.”

“Me too,” I say, voice low. “Best I’ve had in years.”