Out and About In The Neighborhood

🏳️‍🌈 A story by Josh Terrence 🏳️‍🌈

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Author's note: This short story depicts sexual acts between males of various ages. If you are offended by sex between men, teenage boys, boys or between males of any age, why are you here? If you are not a legal adult or if this content is illegal in your locale, leave now.

This story is a work of pure fiction. The taboo acts depicted in this story are not condoned by the author, this is fantasy only. All Characters in this story are portrayed by actors 18 years of age or older. This disclaimer applies to all installments of this story, past and present.

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🏳️‍🌈Previously - I was in a state of sheer Nirvana when I got to the patio and sighed with contentment as I felt the carnal afterglow setting in. I took a few more breaths, then I let myself back into the house and found myself face to face with dad, who was sitting at the table with a bowl of cereal. He was dressed in nothing but his boxers, and looked startled when I opened the back door.

Dad and I were both stunned as we shared a silent moment of disbelief, then his eyes roamed my body and he sat back in his chair. I looked down at my bare legs and feet and remembered I was dressed in nothing but my night shirt and my jock. I felt the cold sensation of air fluttering against the trail of cum that was running down the inside of my thigh and realized I was busted.

Chapter Thirteen -- Aiden's Moment of Truth 🏳️‍🌈

The silence was deafening as I stood in front of my dad, terrified and unable to move or speak. I had my eyes trained on his expression as his eyes roamed by bare legs, then he looked up at my face and I cringed. He blinked a few times, almost in disbelief, then he put his spoon down and broke the tense silence.

"Hey buddy, what's going on?" he asked with a tone that was laced with concern and dismay. I blinked a few times but didn't really know what to say. I felt myself starting to tear up a little at the shock of being caught red handed sneaking in and out of the house at night. I was trying to collect myself when he used his forefinger to summon me over to him.

Feeling pitiful, I looked down in shame and walked over to his chair. Taking a deep breath, he put a hand on my shoulder.

"I thought you were in bed," he said in a quiet, disappointed tone. My cheeks were burning with shame as I slowly shook my head no, then I heard him sigh and tell me, "You're not in trouble, son."

"I'm not?" I said in a voice so small I could barely hear it myself.

"No," he said, caressing my cheek. I felt him run his thumb over my swollen lips and take a deep breath, then he asked, "Were you with a friend?"

With a sad expression I nodded in the affirmative, then I watched with moist eyes as he looked me up and down. He seemed to be taking stock of my condition, and when he set his eyes on my grass stained shins I saw his chest rise and fall, almost in resignation. Then, in a moment that I thought I'd never live down, he used two fingers to grip my shirt tail and lift it up, revealing my pride jock. His eyes were trained on the pouch, then they roamed over the straps to my exposed hips and ass cheeks. Letting my shirt fall back down, he told me, "I want you to go get in the shower, peanut."

"Yes, daddy," I whispered, then I moved ashamedly down the hall to do what I was told.

I sobbed uncontrollably in the shower, wondering what my fate was as I washed my hair and body. I took my plug out and rinsed it off, then I set it on the edge of the tub by the faucet. Using a soapy washrag, I dutifully washed my boypussy and let the loads run out of it.

When my shower was over, I got out and dried off while trying to collect myself. I wrapped the towel around my waist and carried my pride jock with me to my room, where the door was open and the light was on. Dad was sitting on the side of my bed with a clean pair of undies sitting beside him. He looked at my jock as it dangled from my right hand and nodded, then he motioned with his head for me to get my undies on.

I still had tears streaming down my face as I dropped my towel and stepped into my undies, then dad patted the spot beside him. As soon as I sat down he put his arm around me and rubbed my shoulder while I gave into my sobbing again.

"Don't cry, buddy," he said with a soft tone. "Daddy's not mad at you."

"You're not?" I asked through an anguished sob, then he kissed me on top of the head.

"You want to tell me why you snuck out instead of telling mom and dad that you wanted to go somewhere?" he asked. When I looked over at my jock, which was sitting on the floor by my closet, he said, "Understood, buddy."

"I'm sorry," I managed to croak through my tears.

"You didn't have to sneak out, son," dad said, resting his chin on top of my head. "Mom and I haven't given you a reason to lie to us, have we?"

I shook my head no, feeling his embrace tighten around my shoulders.

"How come you felt like you had to sneak out, then?"

"I was scared you'd tell me no," I admitted in a small voice. "And I don't want you and mom to think I'm a slut."

"We don't think that about you, peanut," dad assured me. "Is that what you think about yourself?"

"Sorta," I admitted through a whisper and a sad pout.

"Tell me why," he said, then I felt his fingertips press into my arm as he gave me another tight squeeze.

"Because I want to go all the way with every boy I see," I told him, feeling my cheeks heat up again.

"That doesn't make you a slut, Aiden," dad told me in a comforting tone. "That just makes you a normal teenager who happens to like boys."

"It does?" I asked meekly, and he ruffled my hair. "But every time I see a cute boy I start feeling like..." My voice trailed off as I struggled to find the words.

"You start feeling like what, peanut?" he asked, encouraging me to tell him what was on my mind.

"Like I want to go all the way," I whispered, and he kissed me on top of the head. I looked up at him and took a deep breath, then I added, "I want to go all the way in my butt."

"Is that what you did tonight?" dad asked, and I nodded again. "That's okay, son. You've been honest with mom and dad about that so far."

"I know but..." I started, then my voice trailed off again for a minute. I sat quietly for a moment, then I admitted, "I'm scared for you and mom to know how many guys I've already been with."

"Well it's only been a couple days, buddy," dad said, rubbing my bare shoulder while I counted up all the guys I'd been with in the last week in my head and cringed. "How many could it possibly be?"

With a long sigh and a new set of tears forming in my eyes, I told him, "Eight."

"I see," was all he said. "How does that make you feel, Aiden?"

"Good, but scared because of you and mommy," I admitted. "I want to go all the way with other guys, too."

"Well that's a perfectly normal way to feel, peanut," dad said in a diplomatic tone. "You're starting puberty and having a lot of strong feelings right now. I can imagine that you feel a lot of arousal when you see a boy you like."

"I think I have a crush on every boy I see," I told him in a rueful tone, and he chuckled while he gave my shoulders a warm squeeze. "It makes my butt feel... I don't know how to explain it."

"Do you think horny might be the right word?" he asked, and I felt my cheeks burn even harder as I nodded in agreement. "Is that why you went outside with no pants on under your nightshirt?"

With that, we both looked over at my pride jock, then I nodded again.

"I'm sorry daddy," I croaked, feeling him rub my shoulders and the back of my neck.

"It's okay, sweetheart," dad assured me. "You want to lay down and cuddle for a little bit?"

I laid my head against his bicep and nodded, still weeping a little.

"Did you already go pee?" he asked, and I shook my head no. "Let's go take a piss before we lay down."

With that, we went down the hall to my bathroom and he turned the light on, revealing my rainbow colored butt plug that was sitting on the edge of the tub. I found myself in a panic as soon as I realized that he was looking at it, and felt like I wanted to disappear. Instead of saying anything, he ran his fingers through my damp hair and I followed him to the toilet.

While we were peeing I found myself gazing at his long hose again. It was the biggest dick I'd ever seen, and I'm embarrassed to admit that I felt my unplugged hole quiver as I looked it over. I looked up at his face and saw that he was watching me, then I diverted my gaze back down to his monster.

That was when I realized that my little dick was rock hard. I finished peeing and stole one more glance at dad's python before I blushed and looked away. I shook off my miniature sized boner and saw dad examining it, then he leaned down and kissed me on top of the head.

"Let's wash our hands," he said, and I dutifully went to the sink while he flushed the toilet. While we were washing our hands, he told me, "Make sure you put your special toy away, son."

With another blush, I nodded obediently. We dried our hands, then he watched while I picked up my plug and brought it with me to my room. I shyly put it in the top drawer of my nightstand, where my jar of vaseline was, and blushed again when I saw dad looking in the drawer. When we made eye contact, he smiled warmly and pulled the covers back.

"Let's get under the covers, son," dad said. I got in first, then he laid beside me and held me close while I rested my head on his chest. "I love you, peanut."

"I love you too, daddy," I said. "You're not ashamed?"

"No, son. Give me a kiss goodnight."

With that, I puckered up and he kissed me on the lips before reaching up and turning the lamp off so we could lay in the dark and cuddle until we fell asleep. He rubbed my back and I could feel my rear end starting to stir with need. I felt incredibly feminine as he held me in his strong arms. Before long, I had an overwhelming urge to get fucked again but I knew it was impossible. I felt dad kiss me on the cheek again and realized I needed him to stay with me.

"Daddy?" I whispered.

"Yeah peanut?"

"Thanks for making me feel better tonight."

"You're welcome," he said quietly, then he tightened his grip around my little frame. "Do you feel better?"

"Yeah," I whispered. "Are you gonna stay with me all night?"

"Do you want me to?" he asked, and I nodded while I ran the flat of my palm over his hairy chest. "Then I'll camp out with you tonight."

"Thanks, daddy," I sighed. We laid in silence for a little longer and I couldn't help but think about how long and thick his flaccid dick was, especially compared to mine. In the still of the darkness, I felt my rear end tremble hard and found myself longing for a top to satisfy me. I stirred a little in the dark, reaching back with my left hand to squeeze my butt. I was hoping that dad wouldn't notice, but he spoke up.

"Are you okay, buddy?" he asked, and I let loose with another sigh. "What's on your mind?"

"I don't want you to get mad at me," I said cautiously.

"I promise not to, babe," he assured me.

"I was wondering how come your thing is so big," I admitted.

"Do you mean my penis?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said softly. "It's so huge."

"That's just the way it grew, peanut," he explained. "Are you wondering about how big you'll get down there?"

"A little," I said. "Mine's really small, huh?"

"I think it's just fine, kiddo," he said in a warm tone.

"I like how small it is," I announced, feeling my ass erupting with pleasure.

"Oh yeah?" dad said with a hint of amusement, and I nodded again.

"It makes me feel sexy," I said. "Daddy?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"It's smaller than all the other ones I've seen at my school," I revealed, feeling my pleasure swell. "I sneak peeks at other boys when we're changing or in the bathroom and everyone has a bigger one so far. Even all the boys in sixth grade have bigger one's than me."

"I see," he said. "If that makes you happy, then I'm happy, too."

"Do you think that makes me a sissy?" I asked hopefully, then he kissed me on the cheek while my rear end started to constrict on its own again.

"What do you think, peanut?" he asked me.

"It does," I whispered, then I grabbed a handful of my own buns and started panting. "But I want to be one."

"I guess that makes you feel special," dad surmised, and I nodded eagerly. "Are you having special feelings right now, son?"

"Yeah," I moaned softly as the contractions intensified in my ass. I felt a flourish of carnal heat wash over me and declared out loud, "I feel like a sissy right now."

And just like that, I was gripped by a wicked anal orgasm that made my whole body tense up and shiver uncontrollably. My knees were pressed hard into the mattress and I raised my rear end up under the covers as the hot, briny aroma of my boy pussy poured out from beneath the covers. I could smell it so strong, and I had no doubt that dad could too, but it was out of my control.

While I was in the throes of anal ecstasy, dad wrapped his other arm around my frame and held me close while I rolled my hips around in a sensual, clockwise motion. I felt him kiss my cheek and another surge of orgasmic tension coursed through my body, all of it emanating from my boy pussy.

"It's okay, sweetheart, daddy's here," he said in a soothing whisper, rubbing my back while I climaxed in my little boy ecstasy. When my orgasm started to wane, dad kissed me on the side of the head and I wrapped my arms around his chest with all my might while I slowed the churning of my hips to a slow stir, then to a full stop.

My midsection fell to the bed and dad pulled me up by the armpits so that I was laying on top of him, snuggled in his arms while he petted my head and rubbed my back.

"You feel better, son?" he asked.

"Yeah," I panted.

"I'm glad to hear that," he said, then he lifted my chin and kissed me on the lips. "Do you have to go to the bathroom?"

I shook my head no with a satisfied sigh, so he held me close and urged me to go to sleep. As I started to relax, I felt his hand pat my sated rump and smiled.

"Daddy?" I whispered.

"Yeah babe?"

"Will you be mad if I put my plug back up my butt?"

"You mean right now?" he asked, and I nodded. "Is that what you want?"

"Yes," I hissed.

"That'll be fine, buddy. Do you want me to get it for you?"

"Yes, please," I whispered again, so he scooted me off of him and reached over to my nightstand.

I heard dad open the drawer and rustle around for my plug, then the drawer closed and he handed it to me, along with my vaseline. I rolled onto my back and slipped my undies down, then I fingered a glob of vaseline into my hole and sighed as I felt my body sizzle.

"You okay, peanut?" dad asked in a whisper.

"Yeah, it just feels really good," I admitted with a soft moan, then I pressed my plug up to my hole and it slipped in. "Ahhh."

"Is that better, Aiden?"

"Yeah, it's a lot better, daddy," I whispered, then he took the jar of vaseline from me and put it back in my nightstand. I pulled my undies up and snuggled back into his chest, smiling as I felt my boy pussy flex around my plug.

"I love you, peanut," dad said softly, rubbing my back.

"I love you too," I told him. "Daddy?"

"Yeah babe?"

"Can I have another kiss goodnight?"

"Of course," dad said softly, then he caressed my cheek while I puckered my lips in the dark. I could feel his warm breath as he brought his lips to meet mine, then he gave me a kiss goodnight. When our lips touched, I felt my rear end clamp down around my plug and realized that I was in bed with the man of my dreams. I nuzzled my head into the crook of his shoulder and sighed as I drifted into a satisfied slumber. 🏳️‍🌈

Up Next: Aiden's sound asleep, safe in his daddy's arms. But will they sleep through the night? Find out in chapter fourteen of Out and About In The Neighborhood 🏳️‍🌈

New in the Adult-Youth Section -- Tyler is a curious youngster with a taste for boys. Find out what happens when he comes across a popular hookup spot in Tyler Goes Gay 🏳️‍🌈

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