Date: Mon, 23 Nov 2020 16:23:56 -0700
From: Rocky Hawkins <justwriting@soniq.org>
Subject: It's Not My Fault, Dad (Adult Youth)

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I don't know how long he was standing there before the shouting began. I
wasn't sure I even heard the door open. I certainly didn't expect what was
going to happen next.

"Doug! What the FUCK are you doing?" was all I heard, before I was yanked
from bliss. "Again? Fucking AGAIN!"

The shouting was from Doug's father, and the yanking was my 14 year old
body being dragged back to standing, from the bed, in front of him.

I didn't understand, at the moment, that this was a repeated series of
events for Doug, and his father. I didn't know that Doug had done this sort
of thing before- and that perhaps, I wasn't as much of a seductor that I
thought.

"You are 24 fuckin' years old, son! What the hell - do you know how many
years-" his words were clipped as I was shoved out of the room, the door
slamming behind me. I felt a shiver as I listened to a muffled Chuck
yelling at his son, and Doug trying very hard to explain. I was naked, and
the 145 pounds on my 5'5" frame wasn't helping anything on this cold
Wisconsin Friday night.

So, perhaps I should explain how all of this got to this point, hey? How
me, invisible Dade Murphy, was able to suduce the one, the only, Doug
Marcus. How the man of every one of my jerk off fantasies let me in his
room. How I convinced him that he didn't need to go out to find that
`snatch' from Becky. That I could be everything she was, and better! And
that I didn't need to be bought dinner; that I was fresh, and clean, and
would do whatever he wanted.

But then, maybe he already knew?

It all started last year, when Doug came home from the Army. It was a
summer day, and Chuck had given me and a couple other of the guys in our
apartment complex each 5$ if we would help him mow the lawn, pick weeds,
etc. Out of a taxi came this, this adonis. He was tall, broad, and dark
haired. He had chiseled features, and carried a huge duffle bag over his
sholder. His body was tight, and his green t-shirt and 501's showed that
off. He was sweating just enough, that his shirt clung to his broad chest,
and small wet spots had appeared under his arms.

I leaned against my rake as he walked by. It was like the movies; he stride
was long, and his shoulders flexed with each step. It all happened in slow
motion. I was hooked.

After a little snooping, I found out all about him. He was Chuck's son, and
he was going to stay with him for a couple months. He was about to be 24,
just out of the Army. He didn't have a job yet, and Chuck gave him a place
to stay until he could get it together.

I couldn't believe my luck! See, Mom worked nights, and she didn't want me
home alone. On most week nights, I stayed at Chucks, a lot of the time,
falling asleep there. Chuck caught up with me and mentioned that since Doug
was there now, I'd have to stay on the couch. Which, of course I was fine
with.

It started out innocent. I would come over when Mom went to work, as
usual. Chuck was a pretty good cook, but now he made another place
setting. I didn't say much as I listened to Doug talk about the deployment,
and how he hated it `over there'. I watched as he used his strong biceps to
illustrate destruction. How he got that far away look in his eyes when he
talked about the `targets'.

On the third day, I saw him come out of the bathroom in only a towel. He
didn't know I was there, playing the Nintendo in his room, and I didn't
realize it was him who was home - I had assumed Chuck was just home between
his maintenance tasks.

"Oh, hey Dade," he said, tightening the towel on his waist. "Didn't know
you were here buddy. Sorry!"

He took a pile of clothes with him, and went back to the bathroom. I
couldn't help it; I stared. Hard. I'd never seen a man so hot, and with so
many clothes off. My game buzzed at me as my guy fell off the ledge. I
didn't notice. My mind was set, and I made a goal that night. I would see
him naked.

I had gone through puberty about 2 years ago, and was very familiar with
jacking off. My friend, Brian Mecklinburg, even showed me a magazine once
of how a girl would suck you off if you get to third base. Seeing that guy
on the page and the blonde in front of him, ready so slide down her throat
was enough to make me painfully hard at just the thought. Of course, I knew
by now that girls weren't what I wanted. And thankfully, Brian seemed to
enjoy the idea of replicating what we saw in the magazines! Four times, in
that summer of 1992, Brian brought the magazine over, and without a word,
we'd race to my room, pull out our junk, and he'd ask me to suck him. The
last time we did it, I asked him to try it on me. He cringed and told me,
"I don't want to be the girl."  After that, we didn't hang out much
anymore. He moved away that winter.

But now, I had a new focus. I wanted to see Doug cum, just like Brian had
shown me. I wanted him to cum in my mouth. I wanted to make him cum. I
wanted to see if he tasted like my friend.

But how? Doug's an adult, and dating girls, and I'm just a kid his Dad
babysits. How would I get what I want? Well, as it turns out, it was pretty
easy.

After that glimpse of him in a towel, I knew I had to see it. Touch it.

The next time I went over to Chuck's, it was a Tuesday. As they often do on
Tuesdays, Chuck took my Mom out for a couple drinks. I think that's like,
his payday or something. He's trying to date her, but I know she's not
interested. Doesn't matter - what was great, was that I had to stay at
Chuck's, and Doug stayed in. I started to watch some sci-fi stuff on TV,
and he plopped next to me, asking if he could change the station. Chuck had
cable, and so there were so many more channels. Normally I loved tuesdays
at his house, because I could actually watch current and new shows. If it
were anyone else, I would be raising hell if they took that away from me -
but with Doug? I guess it was cool.

Doug surfed over to a premium channel, something I wasn't supposed to do.
He landed on a drama; it was a movie about a drug addict and a bunch of
undercover cops. I watched the movie, but I couldn't help but steal glances
at Doug. I was sitting indian style, and he was sprawled out, wide legs on
the floor, and arms behind his head. He was only inches from me, really,
and I could actually feel the body heat. It was chilly outside, but Chuck
always kept the house pretty hot, and even I was warm in my t-shirt and
shorts. Doug leaned forward, peeling off his shirt, not once even thinking
about me in the room. His basketball shorts hung down off of him, and every
once in a while, he'd itch or `adjust'. Immediately my breath would pause,
and my own 4" dick was constantly at full attention.  I dared not touch
myself - if he noticed my tent, I would die. I looked instead at his eyes,
and his focus was completely on the TV.

The scene changed, and one of the hookers was grinding up on the main
police dude. Doug leaned forward, his elbox at his knees. He was getting
very interested in the movie. I have to admit, it was pretty sexy. As I
watched him, I was thankful that he didn't seem to realize I was still in
the room. On the screen, I watched as the girl slid her hand down his
pants, and he moaned lightly. I darted my eyes back to Doug as he shifted
in his seat, and his hand grabbed himself. My eyes went wide as his whole
fist grabbed onto something and shifted under his shorts. I blushed as my
own junk, hard against my underwear, pulsed a bit. He leaned back with a
sigh, slapping his thighs, his junk clearly hard.

"Man, boners suck without a chick around, ya know? Man it's been weeks..."
laughing lightly, he looked over at me. "Oh, looks like you DO know, hey
little stud?"

I turned 18 shades of red as I looked at my own tent. I recoiled my legs,
pulling my knees to my chest. This was so embarrassing, and I started to
worry he would think I was a pervert.

"Don't stress it, buddy. I'm chubbed up too." His hand groped his junk
again, and I watched in awe as the shape of his hardness grew tight around
the thin fabric. He looked at me, I'm sure I was a deer in headlights, but
he didn't bat an eye. "Yeah, I think I was blessed - at least, haven't
gotten any complaints about it!"

My mind was racing. I couldn't believe he was being so open about his
hard-on. My face was still red hot and flush.

He hopped up. "Gonna take care of this. Be right back!"

He left to the bathroom, closing the door. I heard the cabinet in the
bathroom open. I listened hard, but heard nothing. I wondered if he was
going there to jerk off? My own boner was aching. I couldn't hold back
anymore. I needed to fix my own issue. I slid down my shorts as quick as I
could, and my hand went to the target. I couldn't help it. I knew I only
had minutes to fix my aching hard-on. With a dry hand, I slammed my eyes
shut and stretched out my legs. I began to slide up and down, feeling
immediate sensations of pleasure. I began to focus on the quickest jerk
ever. I didn't notice the bathroom door open.

"Woah, buddy! Yeah, you got it, but you started without me!" he chuckled.

My eyes bolted open and I scrambled to grab my shorts. I could feel myself
begin to well up. I was mortified.

"Dude, calm down! I was hoping we could do this! I came out here to jerk
off, just like you're doing. I thought since we're both dudes, that we
could finish up and get back to the movie? When I came out here, it seemed
like you had the same idea!"

He plopped down onto the couch, dropping the bottle of lotion between
us. He smacked my leg lightly, and pulled at his shorts.  In that moment,
the source of my fantasy was realized. I couldn't help but gasp as his dick
popped out of it's prison. He was completely hard, and as his shorts
lowered, it snapped back to his stomach. I watched in slow motion as his
dick banged against him, a drip of liquid flicking to his belly button.

I was frozen, and speechless, my hands hiding my own hardness.

"See man, guys get hard. Haven't you ever jerked with a buddy?" He grabbed
and squeezed his dick, and I was gasped silently. His fist, completely
around his shaft, still left inches above. He wiggled it a little, his arm
flexing as more drops appeared at the tip. I didn't breathe. I didn't
blink. He let go of it, and it slipped back to his stomach. His hand closed
around my knee, and he began to shake me a bit. My body, naked from the
waist down, was locked tight.

"Earth to Dade? Hey, I know it's big, right? Hello? Don't be freaked or
anything. We're guys, right? Just two horny hard-ons! You ok?"

I slowly nodded, but I couldn't relax. He pulled back. "Maybe, this wasn't
a good idea. I didn't mean to freak ya out, buddy - my boys in the barracks
would jerk all the time, and I just -"

But I finally got the voice to speak. "No!" I blurted. He pulled back, and
I blinked. With courage of a lion, I twisted my body, and got to my
knees. My full 4" was sticking straight out, and my face was now the same
height as Doug. I straightened up, and pulled my shirt over my head. Fully
naked, I blinked slowly, and my mouth began to move.

I couldn't manage more than a whisper, but slowly, the words came. "...I
want to."

Doug sat up, and twisted himself toward me. At this height, we were face to
face, and I my slim body lined up with his broad chest. His look, once
playful and innocent, sloly faded into a hard, manly stare. My face was hot
and I started to get scared. Did I say something wrong?

He looked into my eyes, and I began to tear up. I made a mistake. I was too
bold. I didn't know what I was doing. He's mad. I shouldn't have sat
up. I'm just a kid, and he's a man. He doesn't want me. I'm a freak.

His arms reached to my shoulders. With a firm grip, he pulled me back from
my recoil byt he sides of my shoulders, back to my original position. He
held me there, on my knees in front of him on the couch. Eye to eye, he
began to search for something. Our faces were less than 6" apart.

"What? What do you want, Dade?" He asked. His breathe was dry and hot, and
his voice was brittle. His grip help me in place, and my dick twitched. He
caught it in the corner of his eye, and a small grin appeared on his face.

I looked away from him.

"I think I get it, lil' buddy," he began, "But I need you to say the
words."

A tear fell from my face, and his grip got tighter.

"Just say it, and it's yours."

I began to breathe again, realizing that I had been holding my breath. I
couldn't look back at his eyes, so I scanned the couch. My eyes met his
stomach, and again, I saw him. He was not as hard as before, but his dick
was still amazing. How could I tell him?

He saw me looking. His head ducked down, trying to meet my eyes. He
knew. He knew. But what did that mean?

He spoke again. "Dade, I get it. But you're 14. Two bros jerking off is one
thing... But if you're thinking what I think you're thinking. I need you to
say it."

I closed my eyes. I bit my lip. He's right, Dade. Say it. Say it. SAY it.

"I want to suck it."

I felt myself go limp from head to toe. Did I say it? Did he hear me? His
arms, stronger than before, held me in place. My body couldn't
respond. What now?

He sighed, and pulled me toward him. "Are.. do you know what that is? Are
you sure buddy?"

My naked body melted into his chest as his arms let go of mine and wrapped
around me. His hug felt like heaven, and my tears wouldn't stop. I began to
nod my head. I whispered again, with a new found strength. "My friend Brian
let me do it a couple times. I don't want the girls in the playboy."

He didn't say a word. With one arm still around my shoulders in a hug, he
swooped the other behind me, lifting me off the couch. It was like I
weighed nothing as he carried me to the bedroom, using his foot to close
the door behind him. He sat on the bed, and held me like a baby. I could
feel his dick getting hard again, sliding against my backside.

With the lights still off, he took his hand to lift my chin. "I can give
you what you want, and fuck if I don't want it too, but I need to make sure
that this will stay between us. You are a special boy, Dade, I have waited
a long time to see if you would like me the way I like you."

I blinked and looked at him. He was smiling. "Yeah, Dade. I like
guys. Specifically, younger ones. Like my Army buddies. And, you are so
handsome. I was hoping you would like me too. That we could maybe share
some things. But, you know, you're 14. There are laws..."

"I won't tell anyone. I promise!" I stopped him. I blurted out. I couldn't
help it.

He wiped the tear from my face. "I trust you, Dade. As long as you never
tell anyone, then I think we can continue. Can you promise me?"

I nodded again. I wanted nothing more that to be in his arms like this. I
wanted to feel him in every way possible. I wanted to touch his dick. I
wanted to taste it. I wanted to feel him pulse the way Brian would.

"Ok, Dade," He lifted me off of him and stood up. He stood me in front of
him. Firmly, his arms pushed on my shoulders, and I got the hint. I got
down to my knees. There he was, right in front of me.

I could smell the musk of his sweat. He was fully hard again, and I started
to wonder if I could do it. He was much bigger than Brian, and I was afraid
I might scrape my teeth. His hand began to run over my hair; I could feel
him grab the back of my mid-length sandy blonde hair. With his fingers
inter-twined into the back of my hair, he began to pull me towards his
dick.

"You ready, Dade? Show Daddy how you sucked your buddy?" His dick was right
at my lips, and I could feel a smear of liquid. I opened my mouth, and he
pulled my head toward him.

"That's.... it.. nice and slow.. taste that pre-cum..."

And I did. The liquid that had been leaking this whole time was now on my
tongue. It was mild, and slightly tangy. I couldn't believe that it was
happening; Doug was letting me taste him.

He began to stroke my hair again, and pulled back a little, sliding the tip
of him around my lips. I didn't know exactly what to do, so I kept my mouth
in an 'O' around it. I think he could tell I was confused. I reached up to
feel him. With both of my hands, I wrapped around his shaft. I could feel
his heartbeat in my fingers. He had thick veins along him, and my wrist
slid along his balls. They were tight against him, and they would flex each
time he slid the tip against my tongue.

He began to move his hips, keeping his hands on the side of my head,
guiding me into place each time as his dick pulled into and away from my
lips. I fel a little dry, but he didn't mind. My hands were tight around
him, and with each pump, he would pull back into my hand, and then slide
toward my mouth. I could smell him with each movement, and he sighed each
time my tongue touched him. We continued like this for quite a few minutes,
and my mouth began to water.  Gently, he released my head, and pulled
away. I let go of him, and he stood back for a minute, wiping his brow.

I looked up at him, and he smiled. "Baby boy, it's ok. Daddy was just
getting a bit overworked. Just gimme a second."

I smiled at that. He had the tingles, I bet. "Did you get the tingles?" I
asked.

He ran his fingers through his hair, and scratched the back of his
neck. "The what?"

"The tingles. You know..." I looked down at my dick and pumped it a couple
times. "Like when you do this and that feeling like you're going to
pee...?"

He watched as my hand wrapped my dick and stroked a little. I was so hard
from tasting him, and I knew I couldn't do that without the tingles making
me cum. I stopped after a minute and looked back at him. He was grinning
wide.

"Little dude, do you cum yet?" he asked. I sat up. I wasn't THAT young.

"Yeah, I do it all the time. I make tons of cum almost every day! I'm not a
baby. I even used to eat Brian's!"

Doug arched his back and flexed a bit. "Yeah, baby boy. I bet you
did. Good! I can't wait to give you some."

He took a step forward and pulled me to him again. His hands curled into my
hair again, and directed me back to his cock.

"I bet you love the taste of it, don't you, baby? It's what you wanted, and
I have a ton for you." He took his hand ang grabbed his dick, stroking it
slowly in front of my nose. "You want this cum, baby boy? YOu want Daddy's
cum?"

I looked up at him. He stroked his cock above my face, and I felt his balls
touch my chin. a drip of his pre-cum fell onto my forehead, and he began to
buck his hips a little. He slid the tip along my face, and across my lips
again.

"Doug..." I asked, just before he was about to push into my mouth. He
pulled back.

He was breathing heavy. "Yeah, baby boy..?"

"Why are you calling my Baby Boy? I am 14..."

He stopped, and pulled down to his hanuches. He looked at my face. He took
his thumb, wiped my forehead, and brought it to his lips. He licked the
pre-cum and smiled.

He began to rub my arms and back, and took a minute to speak. "Well, I hope
you like it, actually. See, in my head, you are so handsome and young, that
I feel like you are just my sexy boy. And, I am so big and grown up, that I
could be your Dad. Because I get to be so close and connected to you right
now, I feel like I want to be strong and protective, like a Dad. Is that
ok? Can I be your Daddy when we play like this?"

I thought about it for a second. I never knew my Dad. Did Daddies do this
with their sons? Is that why I wanted this so bad? Doug is perfect. I wish
he was my Dad. Then we could be naked with each other. He would give me his
cum, and I could make him feel good.

I looked up at him, still towering above me even on his haunches. "Uhm, I
think so, Daddy. I want to do this, and I want to taste you, just like
Brian."

He growled as he stood back up. "Oh, baby boy, you just made my year. Open
your little mouth, I will give you exactly what you want."

His hands gripped me again, and he slid into my mouth. This time, he bagan
to slide into my mouth fully. Each time, he stroked a little further, and
my mouth began to water.

"Baby boy, Daddy needs to feel your mouth, ok? Just let me do the work. All
you have to do is breathe, and watch your teeth, ok? Can you... do
that.. for Daddy?" He was breathing heavy now.

Doug began to buck his hips, and his grip on my skull got tighter. I could
feel his hands tightly woven into my hair, and I had to close my eyes. With
each push in, he tried to go deeper. At first, it was only a little in, and
I would wrap my lips to hide my teeth.

Doug pulled back and then slid in, over and over. Soon, he was going
deeper, and I couldn't breath when he would be inside. My mouth was as wide
as it would go, and I could feel myself leaking spit. I couldn't help it,
but I felt like I was choking. I coughed a couple times, and Doug pulled
back.

"Oh, poor baby boy! I know Daddy's big. Can you take it for Daddy? Can you
be strong for me, boy?" I nodded and wiped the new tears from my
eyes. "Yea, Dade? You can do this, baby boy. A little more, and you're
gonna get your reward, ok?"

I nodded, and he slid back in. I'm not sure how, but he felt even bigger
than before. Both hands held me in place now, and he began to buck his hips
hard into my face. I coughed again, and was drooling like crazy. He pulled
back with each cough, and I gasped for breath, but he didn't stop. Soon, he
was sliding in and out, and he was hitting something in my throat. Each
time, I felt like I was going to puke. I grabbed at his hands, to tell him
it was too much, but just as I was going to puke, he would pull back, and
the feeling stopped.

"Yes, I know it's deep boy, but you've got daddy SO close. You want Daddy
to cum, right? Yeah, just take it a little more. You've got me in so deep,
you're doing so great!"

I gagged at each thrust, and he wouldn't let me move. I felt him go faster,
then deeper, and finally, he slid all the way. I could feel my throat
stretch around him, and I got light headed. He was so far in, I couldn't
move my jaw.

"Oh, my, god...." he panted. His cock slid slightly back and forth, still
so far into me. "That's... fucking... it...."

I felt my eyes flicker, and I was going to faint, but then he pulled out. I
gasped for air, and his hands let go of me. With one hand, he grabbed my
hair and forced me to look up at his dick. With the other, he furiously
jerked his shaft.

I gained focus just in time for him to bend at the knees and get
tense. "Ho.. fuck, boy.. fuck, boy... Here's your.... gift..."

Furiously, his hand stroked his spit covered shaft, and the first shot of
white, thick, creamy cum fell onto my face. He immediately backed up a
step, moving his hand to my jaw.

"Open up, boy, take this!"

Still jerking his load, his cock pushed back into my mouth, and he pulled
my head onto it. Jet after jet of cum began to fill my throat, and I had no
option but to swallow. He pulled back more, and more spurts hit my
tongue. I could feel the heavy, hot goo, but I couldn't yet taste it. As
the last few drops landed at my lips, I felt his thumb swipe against my
mouth.

I watched as he tasted his own creation, licking his thumb and smiling
wide. My own mouth was still open, and my head was tilted back. I was
frozen, watching his sweaty boddy shudder one last time, and his cock in
his hand slowly begin to relax.

"Taste it, Dade," he whispered. I blinked, and realized his cum was still
there, warm and thick on my tongue. I closed my mouth, and smoothed the
liquid onto the roof of my mouth.

My eyes closed, and my senses focused completely on the texture, the
taste. It was salty, for sure. Much more than Brian. And thick. Brian was
watery, and this was... heavy. I liked it. A lot. I swallowed slowly, and
realized it hurt a little. I winced.

It didn't go unnoticed, as Doug was watching the whole experience. He
whispered again. "Yes, my baby boy. That's all yours. Daddy's cum is inside
you now. I thought you were a cum lover. Any time you want it, I can feed
you..."

I winced again. I felt like I couldn't swallow properly anymore. "Don't
worry, Dade, that feeling will go away. I've got a big cock, and you have a
tiny throat, so I had to stretch you a bit. It won't hurt for long."

I nodded, and stood up. I wiped the tears from my eyes, and coughed a
little. I didn't know what to do next. Doug turned to grab a towel from his
hamper, and began to wip himself off. I watched as he dried off his legs
and balls from all of the spit i had gagged up.

I blushed, and he smiled. "It's all part of the fun, right?"

I shrugged, and began to reach for the door.

"Where you going, baby boy?" he asked, pushing his hand against the door,
towering above me.

I looked up at him, and shrugged. "When Brian was done, I would usually go
home. I was gonna get dressed?"

He shook his head slowly. "Brian obviously doesn't know the Army code."

With both hands, Doug scooped under my shoulders and lifted me back to the
bed. I sat at the edge, not understanding.

Doug kneeled before me, and looked me in the eyes. Without breaking
contact, he spit, wtting his hand, strong and warm, and wrapped it around
my still hard, still aching, 4".

He began to slide slowly up and down, and I caught my breathe. "See, baby
boy. You were amazing today. You took all of Daddy's juice, and now I need
to reward you. In the Army, we always help each other out. You took my cum,
and I will take yours."

Doug broke eye contact and looked at my body. He scanned down from my
chest, my stomach, to my cock. His head lowered and before I knew it, I was
engulfed with the warmth of his mouth. He began to lick, and swirl around
my cock. My hands well back to brace myself.

"Cum for Daddy," he whispered, taking my hands in his, and guiding them to
his head. Like he did, i pulled my fingers around his short, cropped
hair. he covered my hands with his, and pushed his own head to me. Through
his sucking, he moaned, "Make me suck you, Baby boy."

I started to realize. He wanted me to be him. Make him take me like I had
to. I pulled my hands, and pushed up my hips. He gasped and slightly
moaned. "Yea, Baby boy, use it."

His mouth explored my dick, and I could feel myself start to get tingly. He
was going to make it happen, and I was going to cum.

I got bold. "Daddy," I whispered. He immediately started to suck deeper and
harder. I got closer, so I said again, "Daddy, ugh..."

Doug wiggled in my lap, his whole face deep into my body, his forehead on
my stomach. I was getting close, but I knew he wanted me to give him like
he did me. I took my hands and pulled him up, and his sucking stopped. With
as much confidence as I could, I said it. I actually said it. "You want my
cum, Daddy? Make me cum."

That was all it took. He pushed me back to the bed so I was now laying
down, my legs over the bed. His mouth was wrapped around my shaft, and his
hands locked my wrists in place. He began to breathe heavy through his
nose, and I started to writhe around. I was about to cum.

"Daddy, I can't stop... I'm gonna..." he didn't stop. He held me tighter by
the wrists and my orgasm began. I stretched my legs out, and I felt my cum
start to let loose in his mouth. With each shot my body jerked, he
moaned. I could feel the virbration of his throat and his mouth fill with
my liquid. He began to loudly slurp it in, making sure as he slid up my
cock that nothing was leaking. I got sensitive really fast, and began to
laugh as his tongue continued to hit my tip and shaft. I had never had a
feeling like that in my life, and I knew I would want it again and again.

I don't know how long he was standing there. the dim lighting through the
hallway, before the shouting began. I wasn't sure I even heard the door
open. I certainly didn't expect what was going to happen next.

"Doug! What the FUCK are you doing?" was all I heard, before I was yanked
from bliss. "Again? Fucking AGAIN!"

I didn't understand, at the moment, that this was a repeated series of
events for Doug, and his father. I didn't know that Doug had done this sort
of thing before - and that perhaps, I wasn't as much of a seductor that I
thought.

"You are 24 fuckin' years old, son! What the hell - do you know how many
years-" his words were clipped, the door slamming behind me.

The shouting was from Chuck, Doug's father, and the yanking was my 14 year
old body being dragged back to standing, from the bed, in front of him.

I was pushed out into the living room. Chuck wouldn't look at me. "Jesus,
get dressed, Dade. And for God sakes, don't go home - just sit here."

He stormed back into the bedroom. They yelled. I stared at the wall. I
began to cry, quietly. What have I done?

Chuck came out minutes later, but it felt like a year. He kneeled down to
me, and saw my tears. "Did he hurt you?"

I shook my head. Hurt me? It was the best moment of my life! "No," I said,
thinking a moment. "Don't be mad, Chuck. It's my fault."

He stood back up, and flicked off the remote. The TV had still been on. I
didn't even notice. "No, Dade, you're 14., It's not your fault."

I looked up, and wiped my eyes. "I wanted it."

He looked at me.

"I wanted it." I repeated. "I asked for it. I begged him to let me. It was
me."

Chuck slammed the remote down, and I got scared. "No." he said,
flat. "No. An adult does not let a child decide those things."

I began to tear up, and Chuck kneeled back in front of me. He was trying to
find the words, trying to calm down. "Dade, you're only 14. You aren't
allowed to decide that," he sighed, and leveled his voice, "you're not able
to consent to things like this. This can never happen again, do you
understand? Doug could get into a lot of trouble over this. The law... the
law doesn't care if it felt good, or if.. you wanted it."

I got angry. I am old enough! I know what I want. I have power. "Fine." I
said.

"Fine?" he repeated. He stood up, and began to rub his forehead. His
glasses came off, and he began to rub his eyes.

"Yes, Fine." I repeated. In a single motion, I stood up and reached for his
jeans. A single button and zipper, I yanked, revealing his boxers. AS he
began to react, my hands reached in and found him. His cock, soft and
curved, fell into my grip.

He yanked back and my hand pulled with him. "Dade, what the hell, get out
of there!"

I smiled and released my grip. Chuck frantically zipped up and backed away
from me. "Fine." I repeated. "You report him, you'll have to report
yourself. I've touched it, Chuck, and I know what it feels like."

Chuck fell silent and stopped moving. I continued. "I asked for Doug. Just
like I touched you. It's not wrong. It's not bad. I know what I like, and
it was amazing. Don't take that from me. OK?"

"Dade, this isn't... right..." he stammered.

I felt drunk with my new power. "Then we don't have to tell anyone. You
won't tell on Doug, and I won't tell on you for making me touch you..."

Chuck glared at me. "You know that's not what happened."

I didn't have to think about it. "The law doesn't give me consent, does
it?"

He finished tucking in his shirt and walked to the bedroom. Doug, now
dressed, was sitting on the bed, his head in his hands.

Chuck flicked on the light, and Doug looked at me, then at him. Chuck wiped
his glasses with his sleeve, and slid them over his eyes to look at me.

"Nothing happened tonight, and I don't know anything. Don't let me catch
anything with you two... ever. Tonight didn't happen. Dade, go home. Doug,
ugh... why does it have to be teenage boys?"

Doug didn't make eye contact with Chuck or me, and I went home. My 15th
birthday was in a couple weeks, and Mom said when I hit 15, I don't need to
go to Chucks anymore.

Of course, Doug has a Nintendo, and who else would I play with except my
Daddy?


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