Endangered Species Chapter 15
I had a lot on my mind on the Monday evening and all through Tuesday as well. Dylan I would see next on Wednesday after school, Tuesday being Ethan's time with him, and though I wanted to spend every second of every day with my Dylan, I felt no resentment or jealousy that I had to share him with another boy.
Boys should get every bit of fun and enjoyment out of being boys, they're only boys for a few short years, after all.
The thing that worried me, nagged at me, was the risk I was asking Dylan to take, the danger that he may get hurt.
Only a few short weeks ago he'd been just another, ordinary schoolboy. No, that wasn't true; he'd been outwardly just another ordinary schoolboy, running with a herd of other ordinary thirteen year old schoolboys, but he'd started to have thoughts, wonderings, if he was not really a part of the herd he ran with.
He'd never confessed to me his early wank thoughts, why should he? I'd put money, though, on those wank thoughts involving, from time to time, cock and not tits and cunt. Lots of boys had wank thoughts like that and why shouldn't they? Boys of thirteen and fourteen are fascinated by cock, their own and the cocks of other boys as well; nothing unusual or unnatural in that.
But Dylan, and I'd put money on this as well, had been disgusted with himself for having those wank thoughts, hated the way cock kept creeping into his mind when he wanked, because he believed that thoughts like that might mean he was gay and he desperately didn't want to be gay.
He so desperately didn't want to be gay because, deep down, hidden away in the dark recesses of his mind, he suspected that he might be, that he wanted a mate he could wank with and, worst of all, he wanted a man to cuddle him and care for him.
I'd seen that need in him, seen it at once, and taken advantage of what I'd seen. I'd deliberately turned Dylan from a boy who may never have admitted he was gay into a boy who knew that he was, a boy who had now taken cock inside him, a boy who had given his body to another boy and had everything but cock up his arse from a man.
I'd done that because I wanted him, I wanted to fuck him. Okay, I'd gone and fallen in love with him as well, but it had started because I thought he was a boy who'd fuck and would be good to fuck. I hadn't thought about him as anything other than a boy to fuck.
I did now, and I was more than a bit bothered about what I'd done to him. If I was a normal, straightforward perv I'd have no worries, no regrets; Dylan was a boy and it wouldn't be long before he was a boy who'd had my cock in his arse. Job done. Next boy please.
I wasn't that sort of perv, I had always made the mistake of caring about the boys I fucked and I cared one hell of a lot about Dylan. I was a perv in love, and pervs in love do stupid things.
I'd given Dylan a gold bracelet to celebrate his loss of virginity, a gold bracelet that cost, VAT included, the best part of eight hundred quid. The cost didn't bother me, I earned decent money and there was nothing I'd rather spend it on than a boy, but what would happen to Dylan if his mother found it?
He'd be outed, possibly, even probably, his life as a boy destroyed. I should have thought about that, shouldn't I, thought about it before giving in to the impulse to give Dylan something special, thought about the risk, the danger.
Too late now, I'd done it and it couldn't be undone.
Of course, if Dylan did get discovered, get outed, then it would be police and prison for me, but that was a risk I had run for twenty years or more and a risk that bothered me less than the harm that would be done to Dylan.
I should not have given him that bracelet, but I loved him and pervs in love do stupid things.
Inevitably my mind moved from concerns about Dylan's safety to thoughts about his boyfriend, Ethan. No worries that Ethan would be any danger to my Dylan, Ethan would keep his mouth tightly closed about things. He'd open it eagerly enough to snog and suck, but no way would he let slip any secrets.
No, my worry wasn't that Ethan wasn't safe, it was that he was a very tasty bit of thirteen year old boy flesh and I couldn't pretend to myself that I didn't want to fuck him. I made some effort to convince myself that, because he was only thirteen and I liked my boys a bit older than that, I'd be able to resist the temptation, but it was a pretty poor effort. Yes, I was in love with Dylan, but that didn't stop me from being a perv and knowing that I lusted for Ethan's arse.
I could make love to Dylan, soft, gentle love and dirty, full-on, uninhibited filthy love, but I still wanted to stuff my cock in Ethan's tight young hole.
Normally I like my boys a year or so older than Dylan and Ethan and I indulge in cock far more than I do in arse, but Ethan was sending out signals, loud and clear; he didn't know it, but he was, `Will someone please fuck me' signals, and I'd heard them. I wouldn't hunt him, I wouldn't even lure him into my trap as I had done with Dylan, but if he came to me of his own choice, then I would fuck him. I wouldn't be able to stop myself.
I tried to work out some of that urge by adding a bit more to the porn story I'd written for the boys. I had them meeting a stranger, a warrior from somewhere unknown, a warrior who meant them no harm and offered to help them find and kill the other slavers.
Dylan was eager to accept that help, but Ethanos, noting how the warrior looked at them, how his gaze was more upon their groins than their faces, slyly asked if he would be able to keep them safe from ghosts and goblins in the forest at night.
When the warrior looked uncertain as to what Ethanos meant, the boy idly scratched at his shoulder, and in doing so dislodged the strap of his tunic, so that single garment slipped down his body, and revealed his hard, upward pointing cock.
"I am scared now," Ethanos said to the warrior, "And my friend will be frightened later. Do you think you will be able to ease our fears?"
Not over-subtle, but I wasn't trying to be subtle, I was hoping to plant the idea of man cock in Ethan's mind, and I was certain that, once planted, that idea would take root and grow very quickly.
Yes, I loved Dylan like crazy, but I had a real lust to get my hands on Ethan's smooth, young flesh.
I'd give that story to Dylan when I saw him next, a copy for Ethan as well, but writing it did nothing to stop images of Ethan's naked body sliding insistently into my mind when my hand reached for my cock.
I was lying in bed hot and sticky after my Skype wank with Dylan. Although he pretended to be a good boy he had come out with some really dirty stuff while we yanked our cocks in to our cams and I smiled to myself at the memory.
I knew Dylan was far from a good boy. He had done stuff even I hadn't thought about, like sucking off a guy Rob's age and playing kinky tie up games. I loved that dirty side to him and wanted to see Rob more. Not only did he give us booze and weed but he had a really big cock and I wanted to feel that up inside me.
Dylan had given me Rob's Skype address and I added him to my contact list wondering what would happen.
My Skype pinged with a contact request, and it was from Ethan! What, I wondered was that all about? I was sorely tempted to accept straight away, but I didn't. I wasn't going to make any contact with the boy without Dylan knowing; much as I fancied getting at him, getting my cock inside him, I wasn't going to make any moves unless Dylan told me that I could.
"Rob won't add me on Skype."
I was sitting on the top of the skateboard ramp with Ethan, his arm wrapped round my shoulder. We were both wearing our school uniforms and didn't have our skateboards, only having come here to be together knowing it would be quiet.
"I added him after we wanked last night but he didn't accept." Ethan seemed put out by this which annoyed me a bit.
"Why did you want to chat to him? You know we can't get caught with him." Ethan rolled his eyes at me which just annoyed me more.
"Just wanted to chat to him, keep your knickers on gay boy." I shrugged Ethan's arm off my shoulders and he gave me an annoyed look.
"Why do you care if I chat to him anyway? You don't care if I suck off Jay for weed so what's different about me letting a pedo do it." I knew Ethan was joking but that really annoyed me.
"Why can't you just be serious for once. We can't get caught doing this shit." Ethan scowled and got a fag out of his pocket and lit it.
"It wouldn't matter if people knew if you weren't such a baby. Why are you so fucking bothered if people know you're gay?" Ethan had a way of speaking to me like a child and today I wasn't in the mood.
"You know I don't want people knowing. And it's not like anyone at your school knows you're gay." Ethan smirked as if I was being silly and naive, even though what I was saying was true, and I lost my temper and got up.
"Fuck you." I picked up my school bag and walked off.
"Don't be like that Dil, it was a fucking joke." Ethan called after me then shouted a "Fuck you too" when I didn't respond.
I was feeling quite virtuous as I sat in my car waiting for Dylan to appear. I'd had more than one wank since Ethan had sent me that contact request, and stuffing my cock up that boy's arse had been the central theme of all of them. I'd felt bad each time I spunked for wanting to fuck him when I had the world's most gorgeous thirteen year old for my boyfriend, but I'd done some serious thinking about things as well.
I'm a perv, I like boys and I like boys for sex, so it was only natural that if a tasty boy starts to hint that his arse might be available, I should have ideas about fucking him. And that was the big difference; I wanted to fuck Ethan, but I wanted more to make love with Dylan, and if it was a choice between Ethan's arse and Dylan's kisses, then Ethan was a non-starter.
I wouldn't mention Ethan's move, but if Dylan brought it up I'd tell him the truth - I'd love to fuck Ethan, but Dylan was my boy, and a tasty, tight young arse was not going to spoil that.
Rob's car was waiting and with a quick check I got inside.
Ethan and I had exchanged a few terse messages in the day. Him asking if I was ok. Me saying nothing by yeh. Him asking me why I was being a dick. Me saying he was the dick not me. Him telling me to fuck myself. Me saying that he should in fact be the one to go fuck himself.
After all that I was in a really bad mood when I got in Rob's car. I threw my school bag on the floor and sat there in moody silence, grunting when Rob said hi to me.
One of the reasons I find boys so utterly delightful is the violent swings of their moods. A boy can be in a black mood one moment, and begging for his cock to be sucked the next, and the unpredictability makes them wonderful.
Dylan was in a deep strop, no doubt about that; not a 'bad day at school' strop, but the sort that came from something else, a something that he knew was just as much his fault as it was the fault of whoever, or whatever, had caused it.
He made no effort to hide the fact that he was in a black mood, and by doing that he was telling me he needed to talk about it, so I gave him the chance to do just that.
"Who crawled up your arse and died?" I asked, enough of a smile to let him know I wasn't pissed at his mood.
"Ethan" I grunted, taking off my wool hat I was wearing to keep off the cold and running my hand through my now quite shaggy hair. Since meeting Ethan I had started changing my style to more skateboard kid and had let my hair grow into a messier mop.
"You need a strawberry fix," I grinned and got the car underway. I guessed that, whatever it was that Ethan had done to upset my Dylan, it had something to do with that Skype request.
"Anything to do with Ethan sending me a Skype request?" I said as though it was of no importance whatsoever.
I sat in silence glowering though inside I was upset. What if Ethan dumped me? I was annoyed at him but still wanted to be boyfriends.
"Me and Ethan had a fight," I eventually muttered.
"Fancy telling me about it?" I asked, "Never know, might help." I gave Dylan's thigh a little squeeze, not a sexy cock wanting squeeze, but just a comfort one, let him know whatever the problem was, I was on his side.
"He's just being a dick as usual." I was pleased at Rob's reassuring touch but in my teenage mood didn't want to admit as much.
"Like he can't be serious about anything, he thinks everything is a joke." I glowered out the window, annoyed at myself as well as Ethan for how a little disagreement had turned into a full scale row.
"Spit it all out," I told him, "Don't let it brew into something big inside you, cos you know he's not really a dick, is he."
"He's just such a dick!" I ran my hand through my hair in annoyance.
"Like he can't be serious about anything, everything is a joke to him. He only wanted to add you on Skype so he could show you his cock n stuff. What happens if he does that to someone else and people find out?"
I was concerned that Ethan would expose himself to someone who somehow knew us and our secret would get out.
"He's thirteen, love," I said trying to calm Dylan down, "He wants to have his cock looked at, probably wants someone to get at it as well. Someone older, like you have. And he's probably jealous as fuck of you as well."
I understood Dylan's concern about being careless about things that it wasn't safe to be careless about, but I understood Ethan's need for his cock to be used as well.
"He just needs a perv of his own," I grinned and squeezed Dylan's thigh again.
I still scowled in to the distance, running my hand through my hair again.
"But what if he finds a bad guy?" I was worried that Ethan would get hurt, but also that he would somehow get me into trouble as well.
"There are bad guys out there, no doubt about that, but they aren't the problem. Bad guy will fuck Ethan and dump him but he ain't going to tell anyone about it. Unless it's other bad guys so they can fuck him as well. It's the people who think boys shouldn't be boys that you have to worry about."
"But what if he goes on cam to someone who knows him and they find out about him being gay?"
"Anyone who he shows his cock to wants to see it," I told Dylan. "Someone he's found on a gay site he's managed to get on, someone who likes boys. If it happens to be someone who knows him, then he's going to get fucked, isn't he. And having cock in his arse is what he wants."
I squeezed Dylan's leg again and told him not to get too carried away with Ethan's attitude, "He's just a boy who wants cock; he's not completely stupid,"
"I guess," I took a suck of my milkshake and sat back in the seat as we drove away. I was annoyed at Ethan but also annoyed at myself for falling out with him. I wanted to see him and have a snog and make up, but wasn't sure how.
"That's better," I grinned as I drove up to our snogging spot, "Have a good suck; make you feel better." I sometimes teased Dylan that he did his cock sucking training on his milk shake straws, it was usually a sure fire way of making him grin.
I giggled and gave the straw a long hard suck, looking at Rob as I do so. I knew he liked seeing me do stuff like this, and I liked exciting him and teasing him a little.
Dylan did a long, slurping suck on his milkshake, switching almost instantly as boys do, from being sulky teenager to cheeky, cheerful and teasing boy. I do so love those mood switches, they make boys so adorable.
"Send him a text now, love," I suggested, "Tel him you're sorry for being a bit of a dick and you want to snog him and suck his cock."
I knew that was going to be a bit of a problem for Dylan; no boy wants to admit he might be in the wrong, and Dylan was clearly pissed that Ethan had behaved the way he had.
"I know you don't think you got anything to say 'sorry' for, love," I told him, "But look at it this way; if you make the move to put things right he's gonna have no choice but to let you fuck him, is he."
"Hmmmmm" I sat in the seat staring out the window
I wanted to make up with Ethan but wasn't sure yet how to do it. On top of that I didn't want to admit I was wrong.
"Think of it as a peace offer," I said, knowing that Dylan, being a young teen boy wouldn't want to do anything that might make it look as though he was in the wrong in even the slightest way. "You don't have to actually mean it, but you do want to snog and suck him, don't you."
"Yeah guess," I tried to sound as if I wasn't bothered but quickly sent Ethan a emoji of a tongue sticking out.
"Good boy," I said when Dylan sent the text. I didn't know what he'd sent, but he'd sent something and the only person he was likely to be texting was Ethan.
"Deserve a massive snog for that when we park up," I smiled, allowing my hand to squeeze his thigh quite far up.
I giggled and opened my legs a bit so Rob could see my hard-on in my school trousers.
"Perhaps more than just a snog," I grinned, "From what I can see, something needs a bit of attention."
I giggled and opened my fly and pulled it out a bit.
"Want me to drive one-handed do you?" I grinned when Dylan fished out his hard boy cock. "Oh well, I suppose I got to do what my boy tells me to do."
I reached across and took him in my left hand, relishing, as always, the feel of his young cock.
"MMMMM" I let out a loud moan and screwed my eyes shut as Rob touched me. I knew I shouldn't like an older man putting his hand on my privates but I loved it.
Dylan loved being fondled just as much as I loved fondling him; he loved being told how nice his cock was as well, so I didn't disappoint him.
"Gorgeous, beautiful cock," I told him as I squeezed it and then twiddled his foreskin, "And it belongs to a gorgeous and beautiful boy."
"Yeah yeah" I humped Rob's hand not caring that he was driving and suddenly shot a load of cum.
"That was naughty," I pretend scolded him when he spunked in my hand. "Not only is it a waste of spunk, but you are going to have stains on your trousers." I carefully took my hand from him and brought it to my face, licking off as much of his spurting as I could find.
I moaned and tucked my softening cock back in my trousers, thinking I would need to clean the spunk stain off when I got home. I had done it before and mum hadn't noticed so wasn't too worried. "Sorry Rob," I giggled a bit as he pretended to be angry. I knew he wasn't but liked playing along.
"All very well saying that you're sorry," I carried on with the pretend scolding, "But what am I supposed to play with when we get round to snogging? Didn't think of that, did you, when you spunked all over my hand."
I giggled more, "I'm so soooorrrry Rob, have I been naughty?" That was the sort of stuff the boys in the porn movies Rob had showed me would say when they were pretending to be scared, and I copied them giggling as I did so.
"You know what happens to naughty boys, don't you. They get spanked." I suspected that Dylan had a spanking in mind when he went into naughty boy role, and I always had a spanking in mind when Dylan was around. "Spanked hard. Spanked till they cry."
I giggled more not able to be serious. I really wanted to be spanked again but wasn't sure how Rob would do it in his car. "You can't spank me, I'm too old!" I was pretending to be all pouty now, teasing Rob a bit.
"Boys are not too old for spanking at least until they're legal," I grinned at Dylan, "And you got the best part of three years to go till that horrible day arrives, so you'd better pickle your bum like a conker cos I am going to give it a serious spanking when I get at you on Saturday."
I giggled more and poked my tongue out at him.
"And boys who poke their tongues out at their pervs are in danger of more than just a spanking. Behaviour like that deserves the cane," I tried to look serious but I had to giggle, just like Dylan,
I giggled but wondered if Rob was serious. I had loved the video of the boy getting caned, and was both scared and intrigued by the idea.
"Last time it only took a dozen with the crop and you were yelling your lungs out," I reminded him, "And that was just a gentle tickling compared with the cane."
"I can take it." I wasn't sure if I could but didn't want Rob to think I was wet or girly.
"Last time I was worried about leaving marks," I said, again reminding him how much it had hurt, "Won't be so careful this time."
I giggled and ran a hand through my hair. I was a bit nervous about the idea but excited by it as well. I like it when Rob was in control of me, doing stuff that I liked but was scared of, and wanted to experience that more.
"And I liked your hair better as it was before," I sniggered, "So a few extra strokes for changing it without permission."
I smiled and ran my hand through my hair. Mum was on at me to have it cut short and lots of my mates at school had theirs that style so was tempted. "Might get it well short on the sides and more on top," I told Rob.
"Not till after the weekend," I said and meant it, "Got some ideas for the weekend and you need your hair long."
We got to our snog spot and I had a wicked thought. "Since you'll be all soft and useless now, I guess you'd better suck me instead once we've had a starter snog."
I giggled and licked my lips.
As always it was a huge delight to snog with Dylan. For a boy of thirteen he had some real skill with his lips and tongue, but it wasn't just that which made snogging him so good - it was the sheer, total delight he took in snogging. He didn't just do it, he put everything he'd got into it.
All snogs must end, and when we broke from this one I unzipped and produced my hard cock. "All yours," I smiled, and waited for paradise to begin.
I moaned as Rob broke our kiss and gave a little whine of frustration. I wanted to carry on tonguing him and was a bit disappointed that he had stopped. I was horny and frustrated and when I saw his cock I went straight for it, sucking the end and tonguing it like we were still snogging.
"That's it, beautiful boy," I whispered as Dylan used his lips and tongue, "You take your time, and suck my milkshake straw."
I moaned as Rob whispered stuff in my ear, calling me beautiful and telling me to suck on his milkshake straw. I loved it when he whispered dirty stuff to me, stuff I knew I shouldn't like but which turned me on loads. Quickly I started bobbing up and down on him the way I knew he liked. I was his boy now, doing stuff to please him and trying to make him horny.
"Oh yes, my love," I hissed as Dylan got into sucking me for spunk, "You're so fucking good at that. My perfect, dirty-minded fallen angel."
I moaned around the cock in my mouth, loving the sound of Rob's voice in my ear. I was good at sucking a cock and that thought excited me, I was a 'slut boy' and a 'cock sucker' and while I would have hit a mate for calling me those names I loved the way they made me feel inside.
"Oh, yes, you horny little boy, you luscious bit of flesh made just for a perv, you filthy, hot, horny cock-adorer. Suck my cock, suck my spunk out and eat it, Swallow my cum you lovely, filthy boy." Gibberish, of course, but Dylan loved being told he was a dirty boy, and, being honest, the dirtier he got the more I liked it.
I didn't warn him that my spunk was on the way, just let it spurt in his lovely young mouth and gasped in delight as it did.
I moaned as Rob talked dirty into my ear and gobbled down hungrily on to his cock. I was so lost in a haze of horniness that I didn't feel his cock twitch and had no warning as it exploded in my mouth. I gagged a bit and felt some cum trickle out of the corners of my mouth. Rob's hand was on the back of my head, lightly but firmly and I had to keep sucking and swallowing to clear my mouth. Not that I wanted to stop, the hot spunk was everything I wanted in that instant and I didn't want the flow to end.
"Fuck!" I breathed in Dylan's hair as he licked my cock clean of sperm, "If there was an Olympic medal for sucking cock I reckon you'd win it with no trouble. If I wasn't already in love with you, I'd want you just for your cock sucking."
I fondled Dylan's messy hair thinking how lucky I was to have found him, and not just found him but got him as well.
I moaned and sucked on Rob's softening cock until it went limp and flopped wetly from my mouth. "Fuck so good" I sat back in the seat breathing heavily and gave Rob a shy grin. In some ways I wished he was my dad. I knew we wouldn't be doing this stuff if he was, but he always seemed to know what to say to me to make stuff better and always treated me so nicely. I kinda wanted to call him Dad, but the thought made me feel a bit weird and I wasn't sure how he would react. He might be annoyed or freaked out and I didn't want that so ran a hand through my hair and stayed quiet.
"You really are a beautiful boy," I whispered to him when his ear was once again within whispering distance. "Love you loads, and I wish I could have you all to myself all the time and not have to take you home. If I ever had a son, I'd want him to be just like you. Beautiful and lovely. And filthy minded of course," I added with a snigger in case I'd said things that I shouldn't have said. "And I didn't mean I want to keep you all to myself, you're always allowed to play with boys." I grinned at him, again trying to take away some of the impact that my hasty words might have had.
I smiled at Rob as he ran a hand through my hair before starting his car. "Maybe I could like pretend to be your son when were out so no-one gets suspicious," I tried to sound nonchalant but was pleased that he had said that he would want a son like me. I liked that idea and gave him a shy smile. "Like maybe I could call you, like, Dad, so no-one gets suspicious." I didn't want him to be annoyed or freaked out so tried to make it sound as if it was just something we would do to avoid people finding out what was really going on.
"I'd love that," I said, pausing before putting the car in gear, "And we do have to be careful, because sometimes I forget to care if people get suspicious, I just want to be with you so much."
I don't usually smoke when I drive, but I need a fag now, things had somehow got a bit heavy and we'd both said things we'd been keeping to ourselves until now.
"And love you," I paused as I lit my fag, "Son," I dared to say.
I smiled shyly and ran a hand through my hair. "Ok Dad," I liked the way that sounded and the way that it made me feel inside. Rob had called me Son and that made me happy, and I grinned at him as we drove. "So can you pick me up from the carpark again on Saturday Dad?"
"I sure can, son," I grinned and we both laughed happily at the way things were turning out. "And if you intend staying over, don't forget to forget your pyjamas, will you."
I giggled thinking that Rob would want me to sleep naked in his bed. "I will be able to stay round your house Dad," I was enjoying called Rob that and sat back, more chatty than normal. "Do you really want me to bring them?" I wasn't sure if he was joking or really wanted me to wear some of that stuff. I had noticed in the porn vids that boys often wore normal clothes and remembered Rob saying that he wanted to dress me in different stuff.
Dylan almost melted into his seat, opening up some of our secret thoughts had obviously relaxed him completely. "You want to wear pyjamas," I said, straight-faced, "Then that's okay. You'll probably need them cos you'll be sleeping in the garden if you do."
I cocked my head and looked at Rob with a grin on my face. I was never sure if he was joking or not and wouldn't put it past him to make me sleep outside in the summer, though I was pretty sure he wouldn't do anything like that in the winter. "You know those boys who wear school uniforms in the vids Dad?" I gave Rob a look curious to see what he would say, "Do you like them wearing that stuff?"
I could tell the way that Dylan's dirty mind was starting to work, he was hoping for something kinky at the weekend. Well, he'd get that alright, though I had no intention of letting him know what I had in mind until we started on Saturday.
"School uniforms can be very sexy," I said, answering his question, "Especially when they're on the floor and not on the schoolboy."
I giggled knowing what Rob meant. I was imagining him as my real Dad, pulling down my real school trousers and spanking me if I got detention. "Can you dress me up in one, though Dad?" Calling Rob that somehow removed some of my inhibitions and I felt ok asking him this sort of stuff.
"Not this weekend, love," I answered Dylan, "I have an idea or two that I hope you'll like. But I'd love to have a weekend with you as though I really was your dad, school uniforms and all. I suspect that if I really was your dad things between us would probably be more than a little naughty, so if we play it out it could be fun.
I giggled, "Ok Dad, I'd like that." I wondered what Rob had planned for me but knew he wouldn't tell me and ruin the surprise. However, I was really curious and excited and wanted to know. "So what are we going to do Dad?"
"Oh, I don't know, son," I teased him, "Sort of family things, I suppose. Dad cooking meals, son expecting dad to clear up after him. Son and dad both naked all the time and having far too much family sex. Just ordinary stuff."
I laughed and gave Rob a grin. "Sounds a cool weekend Dad," I blew Rob a kiss as I got out the car where he dropped me off.
"Before you go, so," I called Dylan back, I held out two pen drives with the story on. "I'm writing an adventure story, need some cash," I grinned, "This is a cut down version of it, full of blood and guts and sex. Pure wank material for horny boys. One for you and one for Ethan"
I quickly scooted back to the car and took the pen drives. "Cool, thanks Dad." I gave Rob one last grin before heading off, the word dad still sounding good in my mouth.
Now it was just a matter of waiting till Saturday, trying not to wank too often, and thinking, hoping, that Dylan and Ethan were wanking loads.
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