Date: Wed, 01 Dec 2021 14:57:57 +0000
From: ChubbyHank <ChubbyHank@protonmail.com>
Subject: Dillon Boy Part 3       Adult/Youth

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Dillon Part 3

M/b

Dillon did come by for the next two days. I thought I might stop by to
see what was up with him and his family. See if he was well or if
something was amiss. That morning I decided to go back to the park to see
if I could find that little girl at play, and if not her, maybe another
little cutie with a stiff little prick or a wet little pussy to sneak a
peek of or perhaps a fondle. I wandered to the back along the trails,
glad that they weren't on the main path back this far. They were kind of
off on their own. The way the entrance is cluttered over with scrub and
bushes, it might be something they thought they were closing off, but of
course, cruisers looking for some fun will find it.

Off through some trees, I could see a couple of ladies standing about
chatting, phones out, no telling how long the conversation was going to
be. I went a little deeper, leaving them behind, and again on the way in,
I heard that high-pitched giggling. I picked up my walking pace, trying
to find the source of the sound. Almost to the same spot, I stopped and
bent down to sneak a look inside the bushes. There they were-that same
man and the little girl. They had managed to find each other for more
fun. She was sitting in his lap, and they were chatting. He'd tickle her
tummy, and she laughed more. He pulled her shirt up, and she pulled it
over her head and off.

"You're so cute!" he said to her as his thumb ran over her budding
tiny titties.

She was smiling, and she was very expressive. She was having fun. The man
leaned down and put his mouth to her breast, a quick lick and a quick
kiss on her nipples.

"You want me to take your panties down?" he asked her, and she was
quick with lifting her cute skirt.

The man snatched her panties at the front and pulled them down her legs
as she lifted them so he could get them off her. She spread her legs for
the man, playing with her fingers at her cute little slit. The man's
hand went right to that tender vagina and began rubbing her pussy and
clit. She gasped and smiled at him as his fingertip wiggled into her.

"Can you take your pants off too?" she asked the man who set her on the
grass beside him and stood, pulling down his shorts, kicking them off.
His cock was steel stiff and eager.

She took a moment to examine his tool and his big bag of balls hanging
underneath. Soon her mouth was licking at it, and after wiping his wet
member over her face, she stood and rubbed it over her breasts. He laid
her down and spread her legs. I moved around to where I could see better
as he rubbed her little cunny with his cock head. She spread her lips
with her fingers, and he pressed the tip almost into her but pulled out
without going in much further, running the head around her lips, clit,
and hole. He lifted her petite butt and rubbed his pinky up and down her
butt crack before wiggling the tip into her tight, tiny anus. She gasped
and giggled at his play, suddenly surprised when he shifted slightly and
put his mouth to her cunt, licking it and mouthing it. She gasped and
moaned while he ate her out, his tongue tickling and flicking against her
clit. He hunched over her, stroking his cock, as she smiled and chatted
with him, playing with her slick little cunt. A gasp and a raise of her
hips, and she was peeing. His hand rubbed over her squirting cunt,
digging into her asshole. When she finished, he lapped that wet pussy
once more. He jerked his cock over her, and with a moan, he sprayed out a
load onto her belly as she wiped it around her pink skin. Her fingers
jiggered into her wet, sticky cunny, and red-faced, she gasped and
moaned, head back and eyes closed. He pulled a hanky out of his shorts
and wiped her off as best he could.

I heard a shout. It was one of those women calling out a girl's name.
That was my cue to move out. As soon as I was out of the way, the happy
little girl, now dressed, darted out onto the path.

"Coming!" she called.

I peeked into the brush once she passed, and her man was still there
stroking his cock, alone in the grass. After a moment, he let it go and
stood. A thought, a moment, a shift in stance, and he let loose a stream
of pee from his semi-erect member. A shake to get the last drops off, and
he began to dress. I took that as my cue to move on.

I headed home and prepared to go over to see if Dillon was okay. I walked
through the little path to the guest house Dillon's family was staying
in, and I rang their bell. The door opened a crack after a moment. It was
Mike, Dillon's father.

"Oh, it's you, Reg," Mike said, standing back and pulling the door
open. "Come in."

"Just checking on everyone," I said. "Haven't seen Dillion in a
couple of days."

"We're good. Dillon had a school project that kept him busy over the
weekend where he caught the sniffles, and of course, his mom and her
family took off for a vacation on their own."

"That doesn't sound super good," I said.

"Well, Dillon's pretty much fine, and I can't say I'm not happy to
have a bit of peace for a moment."

I followed him in, and we sat in the kitchen. It was an ideal home for
what it was. They couldn't have picked a better port in a storm.

"Dillon's playing in his room," Mike said. "Do you want a beer?"

"Sure."

We talked over many things, including Felicia and her parents putting the
strain on their marriage on him. Mike's not a bad guy, but sometimes
things could get away from him. He was a little more of laid laid-back go
with the vibe kind of guy. What caught my attention was when Mike said he
couldn't even go nude when he wanted to, nor could Dillon. I pressed
lightly and inquired and came to find he was a bit of a nudist, but his
wife wasn't, and while he had put that aside to keep the peace, it was a
bit chafing that he couldn't just be who he was in his own house. He was
afraid that Dillon might be ashamed of his body or afraid to be naked
outside of his bathroom, let alone naked outside.

"I wouldn't worry about that," I said. "Dillon would probably love a
bit of naked time."

Boy does he, I thought to myself.

"Maybe. I'm just not sure how I should start with Dillon."

"This week would be good. A little every day."

"Maybe," Mike said. "I mean, look at me, I even have socks and shoes
on."

"Take them off," I said with a chuckle, and he did, tossing them to the
far side of the kitchen. "Felicia would hate that, I bet."

"Oh, she'd slap me for that," Mike said with a chuckle.

"Maybe, you know..." I said, miming unzipping my fly, trying not to
spook him.

"I'd love to," he said standing, but hesitating, looking around the
corner for Dillon.

"It wouldn't matter if he saw you."

I stood and unzipped my khakis and gave him the big eyes like I wanted to
push my pants down.

"Maybe just our shirts to start," he said.

We took off our shirts and sat in the kitchen talking. Mike would stretch
his arms as he spoke, rubbing his chest, his nipples slightly peaked and
very similar to Dillon. I got up and went to the sink to rinse my beer
bottle. I patted him on the chest, and he returned a pat to my bare back
as I passed. When I sat down, Dillon came romping in with a smile to see
me and confusion about why we were sitting there shirtless in the
kitchen. I drew him into me for a hug and then a quick kiss on the cheek.
He smiled and blushed and then turned and talked to his dad for a moment.
With his back turned, I mimed pulling Dillon's shirt off to his dad.
Mike put his hands on Dillon's hips, keeping him engaged, and then began
to take off his shirt. Before he knew what happened, Dillon was standing
there with his beautiful chubby belly and titties on full display. He was
a little confused, but I distracted him with my hands on him, rubbing his
back and shoulders, and stomach while I complimented him on how mannerly
he was and how talented he was at painting his little wooden figure.

That seemed to be enough. Dillon was apple-cheeked and lively as we
talked had snacks. I had an occasional hand on his bottom and a wink and
smile when he turned to me. His little nubbins on his chest were hard and
stiff. I wondered if he had an erection in his shorts as well. From
there, it was just a typical day of some TV and some talk, and we walked
out to the back of the house, where Mike showed me a small pool. A tiny
pool.

"It looks like a pool," Mike said, "but it's a hot tub."

"It's fun!" Dillon said.

"It looks like it," I said, wondering how we could all get in it naked
and ready to play.

Soon after, I went home, once down the lane, unzipping my pants and
letting my hard-on lead the way. There was no one to see me with his mom
and her parents away.

The next day I headed over in just a pair of shorts and underwear. Not
terribly revealing, they were reasonable as cover. I knocked on the door,
and Mike answered it in a pair of black boxer briefs. He was all smiles
and a hug hello. I walked in, and Dillon was there shirtless in a pair of
pajama bottoms.

"I'm guessing this would never be allowed with Felicia home," I said
with a chuckle.

"Oh no," Mike said. "This is just Dillon and me being father and son
together."

Dillon smiled at me.

"And I promise that this is something we'll continue even if it has to
be just between us during special times."

Dillon seemed happy with that. He leaned in to hug his dad and reach his
face up for a kiss which his dad gave him with a quick smack on the lips.
I reached out for a hug and got one, as well as a smack on the lips. Mike
patted me on the arm, and I hugged him as well, which he graciously
accepted. I leaned in with my mouth to his, and I thought maybe I'd
pushed too far, but he kissed me back. He actually kissed me. Dillon
gasped and giggled.

"It's okay, Dillon," Mike said, "You can show affection to those who
are willing to give it back. It's not everyone, but it's nice when you
can, huh?"

Dillon nodded and leaned up for another kiss from his dad.

"That's sweet," I said.

Dillon scampered off to find something he wanted to show us. I followed
Mike into the kitchen, where he fetched me another beer. I didn't need
one then, but I wasn't going to stop the flow of things.

"Have you been able to, you know," I said, grabbing at my fly, "get it
out around him?"

"No."

"I bet you want to."

"I do. I want to be open and free with Dillon, but it's been such an
effort with Felicia, I feel hesitant."

I undid my snap and unzipped my fly, and let my shorts fall.

"Well, if you're in underwear, I will be too." I stood there in my
tighty whities, my pouch nicely on display. I loved showing it to Mike.

"Those are great," he said, looking at my briefs.

"Thanks. It just takes a tug," I said, pulling my waistband down and
revealing the length of my cock to Mike.

"I think, if today goes well, we could be good for tomorrow on that."

We continued to chat, and Dillon came back to us with big eyes at me
standing there in my underwear. He had a blush a giggle for me, and he
had some artwork he wanted to show off. As we looked through it, I gave
Mike the eye and mimed him pulling down Dillon's pajama bottoms. He gave
a slight hesitation but success as he reached out and put his fingers
into Dillon's waistband and pulled them down his legs.

"Hey!" Dillon giggled, but he let it happen, and we all were in our
underwear in Mike's kitchen.

I scooted my chair up behind him a bit as he showed off his work, and I
let my hands run over him, even a finger pulling ever so slightly at his
brief's elastic band. His nipples went instantly hard, and it wasn't
too much to guess that his little boy erection was waving proudly in his
white briefs. We moved out to the living room and settled his oversized
couch. Dillon got between us, and we watched some TV. I put my arm out
across the top of the sofa to Mike's shoulder. He leaned in, and he put
his arm out as well. Dillon squirmed in to be a part of it all.

I let my hand rub onto Mike's chest. He looked at me, and I smiled at
him. He blushed with a smile. He tentatively scratched into my chest
hair. Dillon was watching us with those big eyes of his, so I rubbed his
chest and belly, getting a big smile from him. My fingers went back to
Mike, and after a time, I turned to him and leaned in to kiss him. He
kissed me back-a real kiss, a big kiss, right in front of Dillon. It
lingered a bit, and we pulled back. Dillon turned to his father and put
his hands up to pull at his arms and shoulders.

Mike looked at me, and I nodded, mouthing, `go ahead.' Mike leaned down
to his son and kissed him on the lips. Dillon responded and pushed in,
opening his mouth to his dad. Mike held him gently and kissed him back.
While they were engaged, I felt between Dillon's legs, and indeed, he
was stiff as steel. I leaned in with my face, and soon we were exchanging
kisses back and forth, our hands running over each other.

"Was that okay, Dillon?" Mike asked his son.

Dillon nodded his head with a big smile and leaned in for another hug
from his dad. He squirmed into his dad's lap and reached his hand out to
me, pulling me closer to them. I was so hard in my briefs-it was more
than evident. We sat there together, the random pet, the random kiss or
hug-it was quite charming.

"Is this what you've been waiting to do?" I asked Mike.

"Yeah, to start. I've always wanted just to be open with anyone. I want
Dillon to know it's okay..."

"But not mommy," Dillon shook his head sternly.

"No," Mike laughed, "not mommy. This is just boys together time. Boy
or girl, it doesn't matter. Love people and feel okay with your body.
That's what I want you to do, Dillon."

I rolled the front of his briefs down just a bit, scratching and tickling
at the boy's bald pubis. Dillon erupted into a fit of giggles, and we
wrestled and hugged and kissed a little more. That was enough on that
day.

The next day, I showered and got ready, but I stayed naked. Not even
flip-flops. Bare all the way to my feet. I walked over, a semi lifting
the head of my dick, and I followed the path to Mike's front door. I
rang the bell and waited. Mike opened the door in a pair of white briefs.
He smiled at me.

"Wow, you look great today!" He leaned into me for a hug and kiss,
which I readily gave him, including a hand on his bottom.

"Dillon," Mike called, "Reggie is here!"

Dillon came scampering in, hesitation and a stop seeing me naked, my cock
not yet hard, but not at all soft. He walked up to my open arms, and I
gave him a hug and a kiss as well. I stood up, and his father winked at
me.

"Dillon," he said, "look at this!"

Mike pulled his briefs down to mid-thigh. Dillon gasped with a bright
face and a giggle.

"Look at your father," he said, "Look at my penis."

Mike pushed his hips forward, showing off his cock to his son. He swung
it a bit and made Dillon laugh some more.

"What do you think about my dick?" Mike asked his son.

"It's big!"

"You think so?"

Dillon laughed and hid beside me a bit.

"It's okay," I said, "Look at his beautiful penis."

Mike stroked himself and fluffed his scrotum. Dillon took a good look.

"It's nice," Dillon said as Mike squatted.

"You want to be naked too?" Mike asked him.

Dillon darted forward.

"Can I?"

"Sure you can!" Mike reached for the boy's underwear and pulled them
down his legs. Dillon's fingers covered his mouth as he watched his
panties go down and off. That little boy spike between his legs was
pointing to the ceiling.

"Look at that!" Mike said. "You got a beautiful hard dick sticking up
there!"

Dillon was all blushes and bashfulness showing off his hard erection to
his father and me.

"You think so?" Dillon said, his arms wrapped about his middle as he
stared down at it.

"I do," and Mike reached out a hand, and his finger caught the tip of
Dillon's penis just briefly. "It's just fine. Just like you."

We settled onto the couch in front of the TV like we had been doing.
Dillon in the middle, my hand on his thigh or breast, his hands on our
legs, maybe a handle playing with that hard dinker. Dillon curled into
his father at one point, his bare rump pointing toward me. I rubbed a
hand of it and smiled at Mike. I leaned in to kiss him, rubbing my hand
up his thigh. He kissed me back, his hands attentive to Dillon. Mike
smiled down at Dillon, who craned his neck for a kiss. I wrapped my arm
around them both as Mike opened his mouth to his boy.

"When we are alone," Mike said to Dillon, "this is okay. When we
aren't alone, it's not something we can do. You understand?"

Dillon shook his head.

"If you need to play with yourself," Mike continued, "you know, make
your penis feel really good, you can do that when you feel like it, right
here if you want. You can do it with me if you feel like it. But only
when we are together."

"Okay," Dillon said. "I understand."

As we turned back to the movie, Dillon sat back and spread his legs. His
hands went right to his hard little boy cock, and he played, stroking it,
stretching his balls. I reached over and cupped his breast. He sighed at
that, and I pinched his nipple. His breathing started to get heavy. His
father held him, and I fondled his puffy boy breasts. With a sigh a heavy
of his hips, the boy enjoyed an orgasm while held in his father's arms.

"Did you get that good feeling?" his father asked with a smile.


Dillon blushed and rolled onto his father, who cradled and held him.
Dillon hid his face into his father's neck as Mike cooed at him and
rubbed his back. Mike's cock, now at half-mast, bobbed in the air. I
reached over and stroked it a few long slow strokes. Mike winked at me,
made a kissing face with his lips. It made my cock rise with a long drool
of wet off the tip. Eventually, Dillon sat back between us and held hands
with us, not ever mentioning two stiff cocks on either side of him. As
the day went on, it was just normal for any of us to be hard or soft, for
a hand to stray along a scrotum or over another's penis.

I hoped the next time for his father and eye to be able to squirt on the
boy, either our piss or our cum, and enjoy a more profound time together.

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