New Beginnings. Subs Are Born, Not Made. Part 2 of 2

By Marc Murrey

This is the story of how a young man grows and develops from a naive and innocent lad, into an active and willing sub, who is more than happy to be in the receiving end of whatever his Master gives him. With his own conquests, loves and losses, he ends up with more responsibilities than he ever imagined.

Part 2 of 2 of a long book.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Marc Murrey
• Release date: Sep 5, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463164198

Marc Murrey

Born in Edinburgh, Scotland of an American father and Scottish mother, Marc has written several short stories but only published his first full length novel in 2010.He lives with his partner and 2 dogs in an isolated cottage in the scenic serenity of the Scottish Borders.

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PART 2

Part of the NEW BEGINNINGS SAGA

By

Marc Murrey

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Copyright Marc Murrey 2019

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SUBS ARE BORN, NOT MADE

(Part of the NEW BEGINNINGS SAGA)

PART 2 OF 2

This novel is split into two parts because it is too long for the Smashwords.com automatic ebook formatting programme.

To get the most enjoyment from the story please read Part 1 before Part 2, and by necessity, the story simply stops at the end of Chapter 59 and continues with the beginning of Chapter 60 in Part 2.

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CHAPTER 60

I put my arm round Mister McDonald's waist and relished the feeling of him hugging me and we stood like that for almost a minute before he spoke., when he told me before we go and shower, I want to show you the drawings for the windows for the house.

I grinned at him, 'cos I thought he was just saying that but meant something else. But he took me right into the workshop and did indeed show me the drawings for the windows he was making for his new house. I was interested in them though, and we spent quite a while going over them, as he showed me the details of what was needed.

So we both got a surprise when two wee boys came running into the workshop shouting, Papa, excitedly.

It was Anders Junior and his wee brother Boyce. They both looked cute in the little black lederhosen they were wearing, then Anders himself followed them in a second later and I'm sure my mouth musta dropped open and made me almost drool when I saw him. He was wearing a pair of really nice looking, dressy leather jeans which fitted him as well as his dress trousers did. They showed a huge bulge at the front where his dick and bollocks were, making it look as if it was as big as Mister McDonald's was when it was soft, which I new it wasn't quite. He grinned when he saw me but I couldn't take my eyes off him. As he gave his Dad a hug, he turned, so I saw his back view and the leather clung to the mounds of his backside perfectly, and showed the really nice shape of it. My dick got rock hard as soon as I saw him.

After he and his Dad had hugged he came to me and gave me a firm hug as he said, hi to me.

To what do I owe the pleasure of your company tonight, Son? Mister McDonald asked him then.

It's the girls' night at the bingo so we all thought we'd bring the wee fellas to see their Papa and see how the house is coming on, he told his Dad.

I never object to seeing my grandchildren, you know that, Son, Mister McDonald told him with a grin, then patted Anders' backside and added, or my number one son.

Anders just laughed.

You might as well go and get your shower, laddie, Mister McDonald told me then, so I smiled and nodded, then he told me, and as my big son here is wearing leather jeans and his wee fellas have their leather shorts on, you might as well put your shorts on too.

Okay Sir, I will, I told him with a grin, then left the workshop.

I heard Mister McDonald telling Anders he'd just been 'going over the drawings' with me as I left the workshop. Anders had looked so sexy and handsome I wanted to get back to him as quickly as possible. I stripped off, had a look in the mirror to see if I needed a shave, but thankfully I didn't, then had a very quick shower. I washed myself thoroughly though, I just didn't waste time soaking under the shower, and kept the water hot enough that it cleaned me, but not so hot it made me need to cool down afterwards. But I did have to have a wank and shot my cum out after just a couple of seconds. I washed my hands and dick again then got dried as quickly as I could. I was sorta glad now that Cal wasn't coming back this evening, then wondered if Mister McDonald had planned this. Except he'd seemed genuinely surprised to see Anders when he'd arrived. I rushed to get dressed 'cos I was in a hurry to see him again! As I put on my socks I swithered about taking the braces off my brown lederhosen. If I didn't, I would have to wear a shirt I reckoned and it was still too warm for long sleeves, 'cos I didn't have a proper short sleeved shirt with me. I decided at the last moment to wear a white tee shirt and keep the braces on my shorts, but that was just ‘cos they were already buttoned on to them and I didn't want to spend the time unbuttoning them. I checked myself in the mirror once I was dressed though and decided it didn't look silly, then left the bedroom and went back into the main building. Mister McDonald and Anders were in the rest room. Anders was standing at the counter and Mister McDonald was standing in front of the settee. What surprised me when I saw him though, was that the younger laddie was sitting on Mister McDonald's left hand, holding on to his Papa's arm with one hand, and Junior was sitting on the crook of his Papa's right arm. Seeing Mister McDonald's big hand under the wee laddie's backside made me realise both how big his hands were, and how small the laddies’ backsides were.

I'll go and have a quick one too, Mister McDonald said as soon as I went in, then carefully knelt down and let the two boys stand up on the floor then he stood up again.

The laddie and I haven't eaten yet either, Son, Mister McDonald told Anders then, so once I've showered, I'll need to make our tea.

What is it? Anders asked him, I can make it while you shower.

Oh thanks, Son, Mister McDonald said, sounding surprised, I was going to boil some eggs and do an egg and cheese salad. There's loads of salad things in the fridge in the caravan and there's fruit and condensed milk to do a dessert too.

I'll do that for you, Dad, Anders told him with a smile, so we all went outside.

We'd only just got outside when another van pulled up outside. It was Alec this time, and he'd brought his wee boy, Alan, to see his Papa. Yet again, the wee lad was looking cute in a pair of lederhosen, which were grey suede leather with matching grey leather braces. But Alec himself looked incredibly sexy 'cos he was wearing black leather jeans too. My dick got even harder seeing Alec dressed like that, 'cos he really suited the leather jeans. Except they were pulled up far too tightly on him, ‘cos when he turned his back to me to get his wee boy out the van, I saw that the jeans were pulled right into his bum crack, which I didn't like to see.

I'm just going for a shower, Son, Mister McDonald told him after they'd said hello to each other, and he and the wee lad had said hello to each other too.

Mister McDonald had just told Alec that, when wee Big Kev drove up in his van and parked. He was wearing the black leather biking jeans I'd seen him wear before and grinned at us both when he got out his van, but once again, his wee boy Stuart looked cute in the dark green lederhosen that he was wearing. Sophie was wearing a green dress, dark coloured and almost matching the colour of Stuart's wee shorts. But as Kev got closer, I saw that the leather jeans he was wearing were a dressy pair, not the biking jeans I'd seen him in before, and he looked incredibly sexy in them.

Make all the laddies a coffee, Son, Mister McDonald told me with a smile then, but you'll have to make it inside. We'll not have enough mugs in the caravan for everyone.

Then, after telling Kev that he was going for a shower and Anders was going to make the meal for himself and me, they all went into the caravan, but I went into the rest room to make the coffees. I was glad I could remember what everyone took in their drinks, so I filled the kettle and switched it on to heat while preparing the five mugs of drinks. I had to move my dick in my shorts 'cos it had got uncomfortably hard from seeing the three handsome men in leather jeans, and wished I could have another a wank! I assumed that Mister McDonald and I would eat outside, but if the three men and all the kiddies wanted to sit, they’d have to take the hard chairs from the rest room outside, 'cos there were only four chairs at the plastic table outside the caravan. I reckoned the kiddies would probably end up inside the caravan with the television switched on though, to keep them occupied. There was a metal tray in the cupboard under the sink, so I put all the mugs onto that once I made the drinks and carried it out to the outside table. The sun was still shining in a clear blue sky and it was still really hot outside, so it was a perfect summer evening. But instead of everyone being inside the caravan, Kev and Alec were standing outside looking at the new house and the five wee kiddies were playing with a little ball. Not quite playing football, but kicking and throwing it to each other and laughing together. I had to go through the middle of the group of them to get to the table and they stopped playing while I walked past them. Junior and Stuart, the two oldest laddies, both smiled at me, whereas Alan ran over to me and said hello, but Boyce looked at the ground and seemed to go shy when he saw me. I said hello and smiled back at them all though and they went back to playing once I'd passed them.

Kev and Alec turned and gave me a smile as I laid the tray on the table and told them, coffee's made.

We'll be there in a minute, laddie, Kev told me, so I went inside the caravan to see if I could help Anders with anything.

He'd got two plates all done with a salad though and told me he was just waiting for the eggs to finish, so I grinned and told him quietly, I like your jeans, Anders. You look incredible in them.

He grinned at me and ran his hands down the fronts of his thighs and was about to say something when his Dad came out the bedroom. And wow. He was wearing his leather jeans with a white singlet again and looked even sexier than his three sons, 'cos I thought of Kev and Alec as being his sons now, just like Anders, Mick, Charlie and Ronnie.

The coffee's made and outside, Sir, I told him with a smile, in case he thought I'd not made it yet.

And I'm just about to shell the eggs, Anders told him, then added with a mock salute, Sir.

Don't mock the laddie, Son, Mister McDonald told him sternly, it would be nice if you lot showed your old Dad some respect too.

You're anything but old, Dad, Anders replied with a grin, then they hugged briefly as Anders told him, and I wasn't mocking him Dad. I think it sounds nice. In fact, since I heard him call you that I've started getting the wee fellas to call me Sir too. Like American kids do in the movies.

Mister McDonald chuckled then went to the doorway of the caravan and stood there looking out. I could see by the way his arms were that he had his thumbs hooked into this belt, so his fingers would be draped down either side of the huge bulge in his jeans. But even from the back, he looked so incredibly sexy, and the caravan was filling with the smell of new leather from Anders' jeans, so my dick was about bursting it was that hard. But Anders had cooled the eggs and was breaking the shells off them, and a moment later he told me to carry my plate outside, and as I did that he took his Dad's plate out and Mister McDonald went ahead of us. The three men talked to Mister McDonald about the work on the new house so I just listened while I ate. Anders and Alec were talking about what they would need to do to run in some of the cables, whereas Kev was talking about the floor and roof joists. It was really interesting listening to them talking like that, 'specially as they were all so friendly towards their Dad, and they were all smiling most of the time. I have to confess, I didn’t really know which of the three men to study the most, although I looked at Kev and Anders the most, ‘cos I didn’t like the way Alec’s jeans fitted him at the back. When we finished our meal I offered to take the plates in to wash them, but Anders called Junior over and told him to wash and dry them in the rest room. So the wee lad carried them into the main building to do that, with Kev's wee laddie, Stuart, going with him to help, after Kev told him to. Mister McDonald and his three sons carried on talking until the two wee fellas came out with the clean dishes to put into the caravan, which Anders did for us, then the two wee lads went back to playing with the other two boys and Sophie.

When he'd first come outside Mister McDonald had told Anders, Alec and Kev, the wee fellas all look smart in their shorts.

But now we'd finished eating, he said again, the wee fellas look good in their shorts, laddies, and you three suit your new jeans.

Is this the first time you've seen the wee fellas wearing them Dad? Anders asked and when Mister McDonald said that apart from Junior, it was, Anders called out, Junior. Boyce. Come and let your Papa see your new shorts.

Stuart, Alan, you two come over here as well, he called out when his two laddies began to walk over to us.

Yes Uncle Anders, the other two boys replied.

That made me smile, 'cos of course it hadn't really dawned on me that Anders was their Uncle. But the four wee boys obediently stopped playing immediately and came over, with Sophie following them, carrying the ball, to stand beside their Papa, Mister McDonald.

Junior, show your Papa your new shorts, the way you did for your Uncle Wattie there, Anders told his older son.

Yes Daddy, the wee boy replied and moved to stand in front of Mister McDonald.

Yes what? Anders asked the lad sternly as the laddie moved towards his Papa.

Oh. Yes Sir, Daddy, Junior said a bit more quietly.

The next time you forget you'll get a reminder you won't like, Junior, Anders told him sternly.

The wee lad looked down at the ground and mumbled, yes Sir, but he moved a wee bittie closer to Mister McDonald, who smiled at the boy as he held hi arm out to the laddie.

I was silently chuckling at being called Uncle Wattie though. I found it really amusing, 'cos I'd never had any uncles or aunts, except for the women I called auntie now, who weren't really my aunties. Auntie Jean, Pete's mum, Auntie Wendy, Addie's and Al's mum, and Auntie Moira, Shane's mum. So I'd never thought of myself as being anyone's uncle. Anyway, Mister McDonald sat forward and had a feel of the bottom of the leg opening and up the side of the shiny black leather shorts. At least, they had the shiny side out but weren't all that shiny, if you know what I mean.

But after Mister McDonald had felt the sides and leg openings of the wee lad's shorts, Anders told Junior firmly, turn round for your Papa then bend over and touch your toes, Son.

As Junior turned round Anders told the other three boys, and you three will be doing the same to let your Papa and Uncle Wattie see and feel your shorts.

Junior had turned and bent over and Mister McDonald ran his hand over the wee lad's leather covered backside, then Mister McDonald told Anders as he looked up at his son, they feel like they're a good fit and not too tight, Anders, so they should last a while, Son.

I hope so. Considering how much they cost, Anders told him with a wee chuckle.

You can always pass them down to Boyce when Junior outgrows them, I suggested then, which made Anders grin and nod to me, then Anders told the wee lad, let your Uncle Wattie feel them, Son, ‘cos

Mister McDonald had told Junior he could stand up.

He felt them last time, Junior told his Dad and was about to say Daddy but quickly changed it to Sir.

Anders gave Junior a look though and the wee lad came over to stand in front of me as Anders told his younger son, Boyce. Let your Papa see and feel yours.

I smiled at Junior and pulled him by his shoulder so he was standing closer to me and asked him quietly as I gave his wee backside a gentle pat, have they got less stiff to wear yet?

He actually grinned at me as he told me, I bended and sat like you said, Uncle Wattie, and they good now.

I grinned and asked, so do you like them any more now?

He glanced over his shoulder then back at me and grinned as he told me really quietly, if Daddy smacks my bottom when I wear them I don't feel it.

I grinned at him then patted his little backside and he went to stand beside his Dad, who told him to let his Uncle Alec see and feel them, which the wee lad did.

I looked at Mister McDonald and Boyce then. Boyce's shorts were black leather, not brown as I’d first thought, and were much shinier than Junior's pair. But they were unusual, because they had zips either side of the front flap instead of buttons at its top, so they looked completely different to any other lederhosen I'd ever seen. They were very short but he suited them. They had a narrow belt, which was sewn into the waist at the sides of the shorts so only went around the front half of them, but they still had braces, which had a plain, oval, black leather chest piece. When I'd looked at him, the wee lad was bent over in front of Mister McDonald. After he'd had a feel of the wee lad's backside Mister McDonald told the wee lad to stand up. The shorts had two back pockets in them which also had zips to close them, but those zips ran across the top of each cheek of the wee lad's backside.

Let your Uncle Wattie see and feel them son, Anders told him, so Boyce moved over to stand in front of me and smiled at me, as Anders told Stuart, Kev's son, to go to his Papa.

Junior was now bent over in front of Kev who, I was surprised to see, was running his hand over the wee lad's backside. Boyce's shorts didn't feel to be as good quality leather as Junior's were though, or any of my pairs. They were still fairly thick, but were made from very grainy leather, so felt quite supple, even though they were new. He smiled and said he liked them when I asked if he liked to wear them, then he went to stand beside his Dad, who told him to show them to his Uncle Kev. Junior was now in front of Alec, who had dropped down onto one knee to feel the lad's shorts and braces.

Kev looked over Boyce and told his son, a bit gruffly I thought, Stuart! Let your Uncle Wattie see and feel your shorts.

Stuart glanced at his Dad then came to stand in front of me after his Papa had given the lad's backside a wee pat of dismissal. Stuart's shorts were dark green, with the shiny side of the leather to the outside again, and looked very similar to the good ones which Daddy Sir had got for all us lads at home, except the embroidery was a lot more simple on them. The wee lad seemed to be quite shy and didn't look at me, but after I felt the leg openings and up the side of the shorts he turned and bent right over to touch his toes without anyone telling him to. The leather wasn't stretched particularly tightly over him, and as well as being quite loose on him the shorts felt like they were really thick and very good quality.

I said that to Kev when the wee lad stood up and he grinned at me and told me, you should know, laddie. You seem to be the leather expert here.

But he said it nicely so I took it as a compliment, then Alec's son Alan, having had his little backside patted by Mister McDonald, came to stand in front of me and gave me a big grin. He had a cheeky looking face and was maybe the most outgoing of the four wee lads, even though he was the second youngest of the four.

But even before I asked if he liked the grey sueded shorts he grinned and said he liked them and they felt nice to wear. Of the four lads, his were the loosest when he bent over and Alec told me, I got them for him to grow into.

They should last him for years, I told Alec as I felt the leather.

He just smiled and nodded to that, then I let Alan go to his Uncle Kev.

Your turn, laddie, Mister McDonald told me then, let Anders have a feel of yours.

I grinned but felt my face go a bit red, then stood up to go and stand in front of Anders, who dropped onto one knee and ran his hand up the side of my shorts, then round the leg openings.

These feel nice, laddie, he told me, as if he'd never felt them before, then told me, turn round and bend over, touching your toes.

I grinned at him and did just that and felt him run his hand over my backside.

They feel really thick, he said and patted my backside, so I told him as I stood up and turned to face him, they are Anders. They're lined with leather too.

Let Alec see them, Son, Mister McDonald said from behind me, so I had to take the two steps to go and stand in front of Alec who smiled at me then did as Anders had done and dropped onto one knee.

He felt the leg openings and I was sure his fingers went right up inside the shorts and were a bit too close to my dick and bollocks to be accidental, then he ran his hands back round the leg openings and up the sides of the shorts. As soon as he took his hands off me I turned and bent over and felt him run his hands over my backside, feeling me through the leather rather than the shorts. My dick had got hard as soon as Anders had touched me so it got a lot harder then. But when he said I could stand up I had to go and stand in front of Kev. He dropped onto one knee and actually winked at me as he felt the sides of my shorts, then he felt the leg openings and told me that the turn ups felt really thick, which I told him they were, then as he took his hands away I turned and bent over and he ran one hand over my backside and told me they seemed like a good fit. I stood up as soon as he took his hand off me and went back to sit beside Mister McDonald, again with my face feeling as if it was as red as beetroot.

And you three, Mister McDonald said then to his sons, you all look very smart too.

Thanks Dad, they all said sorta together.

Anders, son, come here, Mister McDonald said firmly then.

I saw the four wee boys look at their Papa then at Anders, who had moved to stand in front of his Dad, but a good long step away from him.

Come here son, Mister McDonald told Anders and held his hand out, so Anders moved closer to his Dad.

Closer, Son, I want to see your jeans, Mister McDonald told him.

Anders gave his Dad a wee smile and moved almost close enough for his knee to touch his Dad's knee. Mister McDonald put his hand on the side of Anders' leg and slid it up to his son's hip.

These feel like nice jeans, Son, he told Anders and I could hear he was grinning, then he told Anders, turn round and bend over.

What? Anders asked surprised.

Mister McDonald actually laughed and told him, if it was good enough for the wee fellas, it's good enough for you, Son. Now turn round, then bend over and touch your toes.

Anders smiled as he turned round then bent right over and touched his toes with his legs straight. Mister McDonald ran his hand over Anders' leather covered backside and I could see he was having a good feel both of the leather and his son's firm, muscular backside.

Not a bad fit either, Son, he told Anders, then gave Anders a hard smack on his backside which made him yelp, then Mister McDonald told him with a chuckle, you can stand up and turn round again.

Anders did so and I saw that his face was a wee bittie red now.

They fit you nicely at the front son, Mister McDonald told Anders, then I was astonished 'cos he cupped his hand over the big bulge where Anders' dick was in the leather and told him, they make you show a nice package.

Anders sorta chuckled, then Mister McDonald told him, now no arguments. Let the laddie here have a feel of them.

I felt my face go red then, but Anders moved to stand in front of me with his legs either side of my right leg and smiled at me, as Mister McDonald was saying, Kev. Come here Son and let me feel yours.

My dick was so hard now it was sore and I had pre-cum pouring out of it, which was soaking the inside of my leather shorts. I was scared that if I felt Anders' solid backside with him bent over in front of me I would shoot cum into my shorts, so I hesitated.

Mister McDonald musta thought my hesitation was 'cos I was scared to touch Anders, ‘cos he chuckled and told me, go on, laddie. Have a good feel of his jeans. He won't bite or anything. He knows better.

So I had to take a deep breath then reached out and stroked the side of Anders' leather jeans. They felt like good quality leather and fitted him really well. They showed his huge dick as a big shapeless bulge and made him look so incredibly sexy. He just stood there with a silly wee smile on his face looking down at me as I ran my hand up and down the side of his thigh, wishing I could have a feel at the bulge where his dick was, then he suddenly turned and bent right over and touched his toes, so his backside with the black leather stretched over its two round mounds was right in front of my face.

I ran my hand over it and told him, they feel nice Anders.

Except my voice was all husky and hoarse and I had to cough to clear my throat, which made Mister McDonald chuckle again. Anders stood up then and turned and grinned at me, then I saw that Kev was bent over in front of Mister McDonald now, and he was running his hand over the man's backside and telling him, these fit you really well too, Son.

Then he did the same as he'd done to Anders and gave Kev a hard smack on the middle of his bum cheek where the leather was pulled the tightest, which made Kev yelp.

Stand up and turn round Son, Mister McDonald told him, chuckling.

Anders had gone back over to stand beside Alec and the kiddies had gone back to playing with their ball, so I watched as Kev turned round to face Mister McDonald again, and his face was more than just a wee bittie red. But I reckoned he had a bit of a hard-on, 'cos the bulge where his dick was seemed to have grown a bit, and when Mister McDonald cupped his hand round it and said the jeans showed off his prick, as he called Kev's dick, Kev's face went bright red.

But Mister McDonald didn't let on if he felt a hard dick or not, just told Kev, and now laddie. You'll let Wattie here have a feel of your jeans, or your bare backside will feel my strap.

I know Dad, Kev said quietly as his face went even more red.

Kev moved to stand in front of me and gave me a wee smile and after I'd felt the side of his jeans he turned and bent over to let me feel them over his backside, then stood up when I patted his backside after I'd done that.

Those are really nice jeans, Kev, I told him as he turned to face me, ‘cos they were.

He nodded, then sorta glanced down at his middle so I smiled and nodded to let him know I'd seen he had a hard-on and he went to stand beside Anders then. Mister McDonald had felt the side of Alec's jeans and the man had bent over to have his backside felt and was standing facing Mister McDonald again. His jeans fitted him too tightly I reckoned, so the shape and size of his dick was plain for anyone to see through the leather, laying in a sorta upside down 'U' shape under the leather. Even his bollocks could be seen, making a little bulge either side of the centre seam under the end of the flap of the fly.

They're nice jeans, Son, Mister McDonald told him, who still had his hand on the side of Alec's thigh, but they don't leave anything to the imagination. Do they?

Alec smiled and asked, how do you mean Dad?

Mister McDonald chuckled and stroked the little bulges of his bollocks and told Alec, bollock, bollock, then he stroked along the shape of Alec's dick and told him, and your prick. For all to see.

Aw what? Aw Dad, Alec whined in protest as Mister McDonald touched him like that, but he didn't pull away or anything.

Let Wattie see and feel them Son, Mister McDonald told him then, get him to tell you what he thinks of them.

Aw but D-a-d, Alec whined, which made me almost chuckle, but Mister McDonald gripped Alec's side and turned him a bit then smacked the man's backside, hard, which made Alec yelp, and told him, or else, Son.

Alec gave Mister McDonald a look that shoulda killed him on the spot, but he moved over to stand in front of me, so I felt the side of his jeans.

Then Mister McDonald ordered him gruffly, turn round and bend over for the laddie, Alec!

Alec turned and bent right over, so I felt the leather over his backside. Of all the leather jeans and shorts I'd felt today, these were made of the thinnest, cheapest feeling leather. On top of that, they were pulled right in to his bum crack so they looked as if they were cutting his backside in half. As soon as I took my hand off him he stood up and turned round to face me again so I made it obvious I was looking at his crotch.

I see what your Dad means, Alec, I told him and stroked along the length of his dick, which seemed to get harder as I touched him there, but you've got your belt pulled too tightly. You need to let it out at least by one notch and let the jeans drop a wee bittie at your waist.

How do you mean? he asked, so I began to unbuckle his belt, which was a nice, thick and stiff black belt and was obviously the narrower of the two he'd recently been given, assuming he'd also been given two new belts recently.

He actually moved a wee bittie closer to me so he was standing between my knees now and the sides of his legs were touching mine. I moved the buckle along the belt to let it out by one hole and fastened it again, then pulled and pushed on his jeans to make them drop a wee bittie on his waist. They stopped showing his bollocks and the shape and size of his dick became less obvious.

Turn round, I told him, so he did and the jeans were no longer pulled quite so tightly into his bum crack.

Face me Son, Mister McDonald told him, so Alec turned to face his Dad, who grinned as he told him, that looks better Son, but you could maybe let it out one more hole yet.

Alec nodded to his Dad then unbuckled his belt, loosened it by another hole and buckled it again and pushed his jeans down a bit further.

He turned to face his Dad, paused, then turned to face me and I told him, that looks a lot better Alec, 'cos it did.

The jeans not only hung a lot better on him but showed his backside off better without pulling into his bum crack. He smiled at me then went to stand beside Anders and Kev.

You should let us have a feel of your jeans, Dad, Anders said then, grinning at his Dad, adding, after all, you've felt all of ours, so it's only fair.

Mister McDonald sorta sighed out, I suppose, but he stood up then walked round the table in front of me to stand in front of the caravan.

He held his hands out a wee bittie to his sides and smiled as he told the three of them, come on then.

Come on lads, Anders told Kev and Alec as he went to stand in front of his Dad, then he motioned with his head for me to join them as the other two went to stand, one on each side of him, so I stood behind them.

Anders bent so he could run his hand up and down the side of his Dad's leather covered thigh, then told him, grinning, turn round and bend over then, Dad.

Mister McDonald chuckled and told him, no one's said that to me since I was a kiddie myself.

But he turned and bent over and touched his toes. Anders ran his hand over his Dad's backside and I could see that he was having a good feel not just of the leather, but was pressing in hard enough to feel the muscles in his Dad's firm backside.

After a moment, he told Kev, you have a shot Kev, then he gave his Dad's backside a firm smack and chuckled as Mister McDonald said, ouch, as if it had hurt him, but he was chuckling too.

I moved to the side and saw that Kev was grinning, but he had a good feel of Mister McDonald's backside, just like Anders had done, but he didn't smack it when he took his hand away and Anders told Alec, your turn, Alec.

Alec only had a very quick feel of the leather then Anders told me, hey Wattie. Now's your chance. Have a good feel of them, laddie.

So I did, and told them all, they feel like really nice leather, Anders.

I was about to take my hand away when Anders nodded his head towards his Dad and grinned, so I gave Mister McDonald a really hard smack on the middle of the mound of his right bum cheek where the leather was pulled the tightest, just below the pocket and he yelped.

I'll get you back for that, Son, he said as he stood up, but he was grinning when he turned round to face us.

You should cop a feel of his package, laddie, Anders told me then, you won't get another chance to do it, and its the biggest in the family.

He had a huge grin on his face, but I looked at Mister McDonald. He had a silly smile on his face, but he nodded to me, so I cupped my hand round the huge mound in the leather of his jeans where his dick was. It felt hard too.

Wow. It feels huge, I said, trying to sound surprised and amazed, as I carried on rubbing and squeezing it lightly, moving my hand and fingers just a wee bittie.

It is laddie, Mister McDonald told me with a laugh, and if you carry on doing that, it'll get even bigger, then get angry and spit at you.

I jerked my hand away as they all laughed so I looked at the ground, as if I was embarrassed.

Nothing to be embarrassed about laddie, Mister McDonald told me with a chuckle then, so I smiled at him.

Enough of this carry on anyway, Mister McDonald told everyone then, then asked, are we going in to see the inside?

He pointed to the new house and we all followed him inside the new building. As we went round the bottom of it, squeezing through scaffolding poles to get in and move between the two rooms and what would be the hall, Kev said he was surprised it was so big.

I wanted a decent size of kitchen and living room so you could all visit me at once sometimes, like you've always done on Sundays, Mister McDonald told him.

They all said they'd like that, then talked about what the upstairs was going to be like, before we all went outside again. I had to make everyone another mug of coffee after that, and Anders had brought some diluting orange juice for the kiddies, which he made up for the four wee lads and the wee lassie, who were all still playing with their ball outside.

How'd you like copping a feel of my Dad? he asked me quietly as we worked side by side in the rest room.

I grinned at him, then he told me, if he got behind you he'd rip you apart.

How big does he get? I asked, trying to sound innocent.

He grinned and told me, last time I saw it hard was a couple of years ago, but I'd say it's as thick as mine is at the base, but all the way up. Longer than mine too.

Wow, I said quietly, that would rip anyone apart.

He just grinned at me then, and we carried the drinks outside when they were all made. Everyone seemed to be laughing and joking while watching the kiddies play with their ball, but Kev winked at me when I handed him his coffee and Alec gave me a really nice smile.

I almost laughed when both Junior and Boyce said politely, thank you Sir, when Anders gave them their drinks.

Stuart and Alan both looked surprised when they said that, then they both said, thank you Sir, too when Anders gave them their drinks.

Kev and Alec both seemed to find that funny and laughed, but Mister McDonald glared at them and told them both sternly, good manners cost nothing boys. Remember that and teach them the way I taught you.

I do Dad, honest, they both said almost together, then Mister McDonald chuckled and said something really quietly which I didn't hear.

Kev and Alec both said they would do some work on the new house on Saturday and Anders said he would help when he finished the job he had to do on Saturday morning. That was when I discovered I'd be working with him on Saturday morning too. I liked the way that the men all laughed and joked with their Dad, but at the same time, they all seemed to respect him too. They began to leave after they finished their drinks, with Anders being the last to leave.

I'll pick you up at half seven Saturday morning, he told me as he left, when he gave me a nice smile, then he got into his van and drove off.

You were a tease, Sir, I told Mister McDonald with a grin as soon as we were on our own.

Not half as much as Anders was, he told me, laughing, then asked me how I'd felt groping him in front of his sons.

I was dead embarrassed Sir, I told him, and had to pretend I had no idea how big you are there.

You acted well, laddie, he told me as he pulled me in against him and hugged me.

He grinned at me and patted my backside as he told me, wash up the mugs laddie, then we'll have some fun inside. I'm probably as randy as you are now.

I grinned back at him and we both sorta laughed a wee bittie, then I picked up all the mugs and tumblers and took them into the rest room. When I finished washing and drying them I went back to the caravan. Mister McDonald was standing outside it and grinned at me and held his arms out so I went to him and he lifted me so I jumped up onto him and we hugged, then he kissed me. A proper kiss too, then he grinned at me.

I'm surprised Kev and Alec let you touch them so much, he said then, although I'm not surprised at Anders. He can take a joke.

Without waiting for an answer, he told me, I thought Alec's jeans were a bit thin and cheap feeling.

I did too Sir, and he had them pulled up far too tightly, I told him.

Aye, he looked a lot better once you loosened his belt for him, he said with a grin, then patted my backside and told me, and now I'm going to loosen your belt, get your shorts down and put something inside you.

I grinned 'cos I wanted him inside me. But amazingly, even though he had to duck and turn to get in the doors, he carried me into the caravan and into the bedroom, where he kissed me again before he let me slide down off him.

I reckon I'm as randy as you after that little game, he told me with a grin, then began to feel my backside, squeezing it as he ran his hand over it, then he groped my dick.

Let's get these off you, he said a moment later, grinning at me, and began to undo my belt.

Once he had my shorts off me he pulled my tee shirt over my head so I was naked apart from my socks, then he told me to lie on the bed. He got his singlet off then unbuckled his belt, but left his jeans fastened, which looked really sexy, then got onto the bed beside me.

Can I sit on you? I asked, as he leaned in and stroked down my chest.

He grinned and swung his legs over the side of the bed and asked me, would it be easier? More comfortable that is, if I sat on a hard chair lover boy?

I grinned 'cos it would be and he smiled and told me, I'll get one from the rest room.

When he came back a few moments later he smiled and told me, I've put it outside. It's still warm, but it's almost dark so no one would see us, but you can put a tee shirt on if you want to.

I went to the caravan door and stood on the bottom step outside. Apart from my socks I was still naked and it was indeed almost dark, or at least, as dark as it ever got in summer. But it was really warm still, so I turned and grinned at him and went right outside. He followed me out a moment later.

Had to bring the starters with me, he told me with a grin and held up a tub of Brylcreem, then he stood beside the chair so I unbuttoned his jeans and opened them.

His enormously long and hugely thick, rock hard dick jumped out as soon as I opened the front of his leather jeans, and he gasped as it hit the back of my hand. I pulled his jeans down a wee bittie then he sat on the chair. I knelt and grasped the base of the incredibly thick shaft of it in both hands and slowly slid my fingers up the length of it to the end. I had to admire his dick and tell him how amazing it was. Even though it was so huge, both in terms of how thick it was from where it came out of his groin, but the length of it, right up to the enormous head covered in the loose foreskin, as well. Some of the red and blue veins in it stood out from it, but they could be pressed like rubber, so when I gripped it tightly they just went down into the skin. I pulled his foreskin back, which was like pulling on a really soft and loosely elastic bag, and exposed the huge pink head, then leaned forward and licked around the sensitive base of it. He gasped and grabbed at my shoulders. After a moment I sucked the end of it into my mouth. I could only ever get all of the head into my mouth, provided I stretched my jaw as wide open as I could get it, and he gasped and moaned and began to stroke my shoulders and top of my back. Pre-cum began to pour from the end of it and I licked and tasted the fluid. It was sweet, with a bit of a spicy flavour too, then I felt my pre-cum begin to ooze out of my dick too.

I need you, boy-cub, he gasped quietly, so I stood up and grinned at him, then opened the tub of Brylcreem.

He yelped quietly and we both giggled as I smeared some of the cold grease onto the head of his dick, then I massaged some of it along the full length of the shaft, before standing up and getting myself onto him so I was half kneeling on him and the hair, with my backside on his thighs, with that enormous dick sticking up in front of me. I actually had to stand up so I could press the end of it against my hole, then I began to lower myself on to it. Ah fuck! It stretched me, like it had never stretched me before, as it began to slide inside me. It really hurt, but it was incredibly wonderful at the same time. Eventually, it was all the way inside me and I wrapped my legs round his hips and held onto the back of his neck with my left hand. I could feel his leather jeans against my backside where I was sitting on his thighs, and the tail of his belt was pressed hard into my right bum cheek, with the cold metal buckle pressing on the side of my left thigh. That felt amazing and I wished he'd belted me first so that my backside woulda been stinging nicely too. But we began to kiss as he stroked me all over my back and chest, all at the same time, and I got dizzy and floaty and had all sorts of incredible sensations happening inside me as he stroked and kissed me. Still kissing me, he flexed his dick inside me and all of a sudden I began to shoot my cum out between us, spurting it up onto our chests, but he carried on kissing and stroking me, and kept flexing that huge dick so it almost felt as if I was being fucked. He pushed my shoulders back then and began to rock his hips. I had to arch my back and throw my head back and gasp 'cos that felt so incredible and he seemed to get even further inside me.

He suddenly slid his bum forward on the chair and pushed my shoulders back even further so I had to hold on to his upper arm to stop myself falling backwards, then he rocked his hips more and was fucking me slowly and incredibly deeply. His dick felt as if it was further inside me than it had even been before. Then it began to grow even bigger and get even harder, as if that was possible, and after almost a minute of his dick getting yet bigger and harder, and as he fucked me slowly like this, he suddenly gushed a huge load of cum inside me as he yelled and gasped and squeezed my arm so tightly it hurt. It was all so wonderfully incredible I began to cry 'cos it was too good again. He thrust his hips up each time he pumped a load of his hot cum inside me and it felt like he was pouring a hosepipe into me, there was so much cum spurting into me almost continuously.

Are you okay lover boy? he asked me, sounding concerned and I had to gasp out between sobs, it's too good again, Sir.

He chuckled and gasped and squeezed me as he carried on pumping huge loads of cum into me and then I began to shoot another load out, spurting it up so high it fell and splattered into his shoulders and into his hair, which made us both giggle and laugh, so I was crying and giggling and gasping and laughing all at the same time, 'cos it was just too superbly wonderfully good for me. When he eventually finished he kissed me, with my cum trickling down his face out of his hair and wetting my face, and splashes of it going cold on our tummies and chests between us. But nothing could make this any less incredibly wonderful than it was. When we stopped kissing he looked into my eyes and he was smiling.

Then he grinned and told me, it just gets better and better. Making love has never ever felt like this for me, and my climaxes have never been so good. I love you so much, Wattie. My wee bear cub. My wee lover boy. I love you completely, my essence wee lover boy-cub.

I love you too, Sir, I sighed out, I love you so completely and utterly, I'd happily give up everything to be with you all the time like this.

He smiled and gave me a closed lip kiss on my lips then pulled me in tightly against him and hugged me as he petted my back. We sat like that for ages then I shivered. I didn't mean to, but it was getting cool now and my body just sorta did it.

So he told me, lets get in and have a shower, then we can do this again on the bed.

I grinned. I was more than happy to do that. But I had to push myself up off his still hard dick before I could move away from him, then once I’d stood up we grinned at each other.

You do that to me, he told me, grinning, not even teasing the laddies made me get hard. Not till I watched you getting touched and bending over for them.

I grinned then, but didn't tell him I'd been hard all evening from as soon as his sons had arrived. Anyway, we had a long hot soak under the shower and we washed and then dried each other. We made some drinks, then he sat on the side of the bed and I sat on his lap again with his dick inside me and my legs wrapped round his hips, while we drank our fruit juices, and I snuggled in against his hairy chest, which was still hot and damp from our shower. It felt as good as when we'd done this a few minutes before, and his dick seemed to be even bigger and harder than when he'd first been inside me. It's funny, but that's something I've learned. Funny in an interesting way. Not funny peculiar or funny ha ha. Anyway, it seems that the more you have sex, time after time, in an afternoon, evening or morning. I think I mean, in one go. Then your dick seems to just keep getting bigger and bigger each time, and harder too, almost as if it stretches 'cos of being so hard all the time. So his dick felt a lot bigger inside me than when I'd first sat on it outside, and it was just so good and gave me so many incredible sensations I began to cum even before either of us really moved or did anything. Just from sitting on it and petting him and being petted and kissing each other.

Then he did sorta the same thing again and pushed my shoulders back and rocked me on his hips so I was being slowly fucked by his enormous dick just moving a wee bittie inside me. After ages of him doing this, with me gasping and moaning from the sensations and him gasping and moaning too, his dick suddenly got lots bigger and he yelled and shot another huge load of cum into me again, then he lifted me up a wee bittie and fucked me by lifting his hips up and down, and pumped load after load into me, then I began to spurt another load of cum out. It was just as good, and maybe even better than the first time, and I began to cry again, 'cos it was so good. He chuckled and gasped and yelped as I cried and gasped and then eventually we both finished spurting cum out, then he pulled me in against him and we kissed again.

Once again, we had to have a shower once we'd both recovered, then he got me to lie on my back and he entered me like that and fucked me properly. Not hard and fast, but slowly and giving me as much pleasure as he could, and he fucked me for ages and ages, kissing and petting and licking me all over before he sped up and shot his cum inside me. It was so good for me I shot cum out twice before he began to cum and then I spurted another load out as he shot his inside me. When we both finished he propped himself up on one elbow and we kissed. Even with his dick inside me I could feel his cum trying to get out of me so squeezed and squeezed my muscles to make sure none of it came out.

Filled you to overflowing have I? he asked, grinning and laughing, so I told him he had.

I'd better keep you corked so you don't loose any then, he said then and pushed his dick even further into me.

We kissed until the feeling went away then he pulled out of me, but only for long enough to roll me onto my side with my back towards him, then he entered me again. And that was even before we wiped any cum off of either of us or the bed. We did that with some tissues, then he pulled me in against him and kissed the back of my neck and my shoulders and then he fucked me again, but this time he pushed my shoulders forward and pulled my hips back towards him and really rammed his dick in and out of me like a huge piston. But this time, he was able to fuck me like that for ages and ages before his dick grew harder and bigger, then he began to shoot another load of cum into me. I was so spent he actually had to wank my dick to make me cum then, but I did, seconds after he started shooting his inside me. After we wiped that lot off the leather sheet I fell asleep. But he woke me twice during the night when he fucked me again, then he did it again when we woke in the morning, just before the alarm clock went off.

But while we were having our shower, I lost some of his cum. I was incredibly embarrassed but he just laughed and told me he'd filled to overflowing, as my backside made the most horrendous farting noises and his cum dribbled down my leg, to be washed off me by the streams of hot shower water. But after we had our breakfast I had to run to the toilet and lost some more of it. I was on the toilet when Callum arrived. I'd been in such a hurry to