Date: Tue, 9 Mar 2021 01:13:11 -0800 From: John Henry Subject: Daddy & JJ Part III (Gay/Incest) DONATION: Nifty is a not-for-profit organization that heavily relies on our donations to keep the site free and accessible. Your donations pay for web hosting fees and other day-to-day activities for the wonderful staff of editors/publishers. You can donate on the website at http://donate.nifty.org/ Every little bit counts. DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction, and contains explicit, sexual content involving adults over the age of 21 and minors under the age of 13, and scenes of incest involving step-parents/step-children. If viewing this material is illegal where you live, OR you're a minor under the age of 18, please stop reading his. If you're not sure about this legatilty, please stop reading until you have looked into your own, local laws. Any likeness or similarity between persons, places, products or concepts are purely coincidental. If you would like to leave any positive feedback, please let me know. Thank you. Daddy & JJ (Part III) "Cliff, for the last time, I can't come in! My son has a game this weekend, and I promised I'd be there," John said. He was tired of repeating himself. "Fine, you can waste your time tomorrow, but you're not going to get me to change my mind." JJ stepped out of the changing room wearing nothing but a blue jockstrap. It had black and white decals that made the 12-year-old look much older than he really was. John hung up on his boss, so he could admire his not-so-little boy. JJ was filling out nicely, having recently started puberty. John knew his son would never be muscular, which was fine with him, but JJ wasn't large either. He might even be taller than me, John thought. "Does this look okay?" JJ asked, spinning on the spot. The boy still wasn't shy about his body, even with the addition of hair to it. "Hmmm," John said, appraising his son's job. John moved forward, knelt down and began to pull and tug at the jock. He ran a few fingers into the cup to make sure that JJ wasn't pinching himself and had plenty of space. He also felt the fuzz on JJ's scrotum. "Well?" JJ asked, getting a little impatient. "I think you did a good job." John said, getting to his feet. "You'll probably need another one by the end of the season, but this will work for now." "Should I get another one?" "It wouldn't hurt, I guess. You'll probably want to wash them." "Yeah, I guess." "Do you want smelly balls?" John chuckled. "No," JJ said, lightly punching his dad. "Billy said that some guys don't wash their uniforms because it's bad luck." "Well, I think your mom would have something to say about that, so you probably should get one or two more." JJ thought for a few seconds then said, "I could keep them at our new place." John's heart lurched. His divorce was still too fresh sometimes. "I love you, but I don't always want to smell your stinky butt, either." JJ giggled and punched his dad again. After changing back into his mesh shorts, t-shirt and flip-flops, JJ grabbed a red jock of the same design and a plain gray and black one. They moved around the rest of the sporting goods store looking for other baseball gear. It took another hour, but they got everything he needed for his first year in junior high baseball. After shopping, father and son went to their favorite pizza parlor. They got JJ's favorite pizza and watched the Cubs and Padres game on the big screen. JJ's face lit up when his favorite pitcher climbed the mound. The boy was too lost in the moment to have noted the wistful look his father gave him. John remembered the day they saw the pitcher play in person. It was a rocky day, but ended with the sweetest moment shared between the two. JJ asked if John would be his boyfriend. The moment struck pangs for John. In the two years that passed since, the memory went from being sweet to an inside joke to something only he remembered. John's phone rang. JJ was engrossed in the game, so John answered it. It was his boss again, trying to convince him to work that weekend. John said that they'd discuss it the next day in the office. John was certain that JJ hadn't heard a word of the conversation. "Thanks for letting me go with you, Sport" John said, pulling up to the curb of what used to be his house. "I had a lot of fun." "Me too," JJ said, getting out of the car and grabbing his new sports bag from the backseat. John watched as JJ walked away without saying another word. Kids, John thought as he drove away. Friday came and went, and JJ woke Saturday morning full of nerves. Baseball was his favorite sport, but his mother wouldn't let him play before. She felt that JJ was too fragile for team sports. John insisted that JJ at least be given a chance. It was one of the many issues his parents had that lead to their divorce, and they mostly had one thing in common: JJ. He knew his mother was jealous of him and his relationship with his dad. John almost always put JJ first, which only upset his mother. JJ's sisters, all of whom were years older than him, didn't seem to care as much. His older two sisters had already moved out and the third was about ready to graduate high school. They had had as much time with their father as they wanted; plus, they all knew that John had always wanted a son. "When is your dad coming for you?" His mom asked. There was an unpleasantness to her tone that didn't escape JJ's notice. "I'm getting a ride with Billy," JJ said, finalizing his backing. "I'm not sure dad's going to be there." "That's surprising." "His boss wanted him to work this weekend, and I don't think dad had a choice," JJ said, trying to hide his anger and disappointment. He could tell that his mother wanted to spit venom and maybe a few I-told-you-so's at him, but she left instead. Billy's dad was an assistant coach. He kept going over all the rules, positions and terms. JJ tuned him out. He didn't want to take his increasing irritation out on his friend's dad, who was only trying to help, despite JJ pointing that he already knew everything. As the team gathered in the dugout, JJ kept eyeballing the crowd, hoping to see his dad, but didn't see anyone he recognized. His team was first at bat. Unfortunately, they weren't very good, so JJ didn't get up to the plate. He also played center field, so he couldn't make out people in the stands, either. The game was very low scoring, so the turnover was rather quick. JJ finally got his first at bat during the top of the third inning. He scanned the crowd, and his heart nearly jumped out of his chest. He saw his dad, who was holding up his phone, taking video of him playing. Feeling better about the situation, JJ went back to the dugout after being struck out. He didn't care; his dad was there! They lost 6-1. Everyone was disappointed, but they got pizza, which JJ never turned down. Billy's dad once again discussed how everyone could play better, while JJ ignored him. JJ looked to his dad and said, "Why were you late?" "I wasn't late," John said, giving JJ a side hug. "Then why didn't you pick me up?" "I asked Adam to get you, because I didn't want to deal with your mother and also didn't want to put you in the middle." "Oh," JJ said, a little crestfallen. "I thought you were working." "Nope," John said. He turned in his seat to look his son in the eyes. "I made you a promise and I kept it. I told my boss that under no circumstance was I ever going to miss your games, and if he didn't like it, he could kiss my ass." JJ giggled. John just shook his head, as JJ was at that age where words like "ass" were just too funny. "Did you get in trouble?" "I'm sure I will on Monday, but I don't care." John said, taking another slice of pizza. "Why not?" JJ asked, stuffing his mouth with the last bit from his fourth slice. John leaned in and whispered, "Because I'm with my boyfriend." JJ nearly choked. After recovering, JJ blushed, which he tried passing it off as lack of oxygen, and took his dad by the hand. John gave it a little squeeze and didn't let go. Father and son grabbed JJ's weekend bag and drove straight to John's. John lived in a two bedroom townhouse about a mile from his old home. He moved in about two weeks prior, and it was JJ's first time over. "Ready to see your room?" John said. He seemed more excited than JJ. John opened the door, and JJ nearly cried. The room was decorated in baseball gear and attire. JJ had a full-sized bed with Cubs bedding. The walls were covered in posters and pennants. JJ moved about his room, and saw a familiar looking face on his wall. It was his favorite pitcher, except the uniform was his old one from when he played for Springfield...and it was signed. "Where'd you get this?" JJ breathlessly asked. "Well, a client of mine lives in Springfield and is also a big baseball fan. So, I asked him if he could get me a signed poster--" John was stopped by JJ hugging him tightly and crying. John told a protesting JJ to take a shower, while he did a load of laundry. "But that's my lucky jock!" JJ mocked. "You lost, so it must not be that lucky!" JJ lightly punched John's arm and took his shower. After he was done, he came out only wearing his towel. John was in his underwear, watching T.V. JJ sat next to his dad and cuddled against him. John leaned down and kissed his son's damp hair. "I'm glad you used the shampoo," John teased. John grabbed JJ's arm, lifted and smelled his son's arm pit. "And you used soap, too." "Ha ha," JJ said, rolling his eyes. John stretched and grabbed JJ by the ankle. He pulled JJ's foot to his face, causing JJ's towel to fall open. John mockingly sniffed his boy's foot. "I think you missed a spot," John said, waving his other hand in front of his nose. "Jerk," JJ said, trying to break his dad's hold. John feigned indignation and bag to tickle JJ's bare foot. JJ howled with laughter to the point their neighbor pounded on a wall. John looked at the clock and said, "Alright Sport, time for bed." JJ protested, but John said they had plans the next morning. The 12-year-old grudgingly got up and went down the hall. About 2 hours later, John decided he should go to be too. John went to his room and saw a boy-sized mound in his bed. He took off his clothes, except his underwear and curled up against his son. "Hey," John whispered. "Don't like your bed?" JJ rolled over, looked his dad in the eyes and said, "It can be scary sleeping in a new place." "You haven't had a nightmare in a long time, Sport." "I know," JJ said, wrapping his arms around his dad's neck. "I don't want you to be scared." John pulled JJ's naked body into him, kissed his son's cheek, and said, "Thank you. I was really worried there for a second." "That's what boyfriends are for," JJ said, before falling back to sleep.