Date: Sat, 05 Mar 2022 12:34:21 +0000 From: Dickson Hill Subject: The Neighbor Dad - chapter 2 - gay adult/youth Thank you for reading, if you feel like contacting me you can do so at Dicksonhill@protonmail.com I also chat at Wickr: dicksonhill and Telegram: @dicksonhill. The following is fantasy only, if you are reading this where it is illegal to do so, please stop and protect yourself. Consider Donating to Nifty. There is a reason you come here, and if it can't stay open, we all suffer. The Neighbor Dad (Chapter 2) I awoke the next morning grinning like a fool. I had some wonderful dreams, dreams that slipped away almost the moment I woke up. I remembered that I was sleeping in Mr. Panetti's underwear. I quickly got up and stripped to remove them, pulling them to my face as soon as they were free of my body, I inhaled deeply. They now smelled of my scent mixed with his, I was instantly hard. I packed these in my backpack since my mom would come in and clean at some point. I also packed my spare jock and realized that I had left my cup at Kay's house. This wouldn't be an issue since I was headed over there to get a ride to school. I got my school things together and crossed the hall naked quickly to the shower. I stepped in, after adjusting the temperature and water, I got in and washed. I thought about yesterday and last night. I touched my dick again and was thrilled at the touch. I continued to caress and feel myself, but was growing frustrated that there should be something more I thought. There came a pounding on the door. "Hurry up or you'll be late." "Thanks dad, I'm almost done!" I rinsed off and got out. I admired my penis as I waved it back and forth in my mirrored reflection. Pondering what was missing and what I expected to get from the feelings I experienced in the shower as I got dressed. I wished I had someone to talk to about these things. Dressed and ready to go I made my way over to Kay's, it was her mom's turn to drive us to school so that meant she was also making breakfast. I knocked on the front door and was greeted with a slug to the shoulder. "You didn't say goodnight last night, loser, what was so important?" I thought for a second about what to say, and smiled at my private joke, "Something big came up, and I needed to go take care of it." She took it as a dirty joke, I guess it was. "More like something tiny." "We aren't talking about your brain." "Even that would still be bigger than what you've got there." She pointed at my groin. She laughed all the way to the breakfast table. Mrs. Panetti was busy making breakfast. I was about to sit when she told me that Mr. Panetti said I had left something upstairs and for me to go get it inside his end table. I jumped, and found myself almost too eager to make my way up to the room. I hoped to find him like I had last night. I rushed into the room but he was not there. I felt a pang of sadness but made my way around his bed to his end table. I opened it and found my cup beside my jock. The jock hadn't been cleaned, and when I picked up my cup there were a few dark curly hairs. I could figure out why they were there, so I wiped them out and stowed the cup in my backpack. I thought about taking my jock and replacing it with his briefs, but I recalled his statement that it was a fair trade. I wondered if he liked having my jock as much as I liked having his briefs. I left my jock for him. I made my way downstairs, slightly deflated that he wasn't up there. They inquired what I had left, and I told them with a slight blush. Kay laughed at me, which received a reprimand from her mother and asked if she would like me making fun of her sports bra. She grumbled what couldn't be mistaken for an apology if you tried, but it was all I was likely to get. We ate and headed to the car, on our way to school. I am afraid I had a very bad day, I couldn't concentrate. I kept thinking about the items in my backpack and Mr. Panetti. My head swam and I could feel my dick harden in my pants. I closed my legs tight, and parlayed no one would notice. Kay saw the movement, but appeared to not connect the reason. She was irritated with my distraction anyway, she could get me involved in any shenanigans. She eventually gave up and told me I was boring and ignored me the rest of the day, that was fine for me it allowed me more time for daydreaming. As the bell rang for the end of the day, I was first out of the classroom and into the locker room. I stowed my uniform for Saturday's game. I took out the cup. I looked around, and was stunned to realize, in this room I was surrounded by naked boys all the time. I never thought of it, and now that I had, I was anxious to be in this room with a bunch of naked boys again. I thought it weird that I never thought of it before now and then I got self-conscious thinking about the last time I saw a naked guy I got hard fast. I would surely be made fun of and get called all sorts of nasty names. Then it hit me, was I what those names said? Gay? Fairy? Homo? I started to shake a bit and got really nauseous. I had to get out of this claustrophobic room. I stumbled out into the fresh air, feeling panicky. I sat down hard on the bench fighting back tears. I could hear Kay and Brian headed over to put their uniforms up for Saturday. I jumped up and ran to the water fountain to hide my fear. I splashed water on my face and tried to take firm hold of myself. Kay came out and noticed me. "You don't look so hot." I tried a chuckle, "I don't feel so hot" She pulled me over to the bench I had been on and forced me to sit down. "I thought you were acting squirrely in class, dad should be here soon." The rush of emotion I felt when she said that could not be conveyed properly. I was elated for a second, then devastated at my elation, and then leaned over and spilled my lunch. Brian chose that moment to come out of the building. He rushed over and held my head. Always the diplomat, he tried to make a joke. "We didn't have corn at lunch..." Despite my awful roiling stomach, I laughed. I was surprised at how nice Brian was being. That familiar honk, and I sat up. Kay had gone rushing to the vehicle, and soon Mr. Panetti was there by my side. I did my best to appear fine and put together, but I felt horrid. In my head all I kept thinking was, "just hold me please." And like a mind reader, he lifted me and hugged me to him. "Aww, James buddy, are you alright?" I was, now that I was in his arms. "Yeah, I think I just ate something bad." I lied. "Well it looks like you got it out." Kay offered. "We're going to get you home quickly, James. Do you feel the need for another go round?" "No sir." I laid my head on his shoulder. "Ok, grab his stuff guys, I'll put him in the car." He rubbed my back all the way to the car while whispering how sorry he was that I was feeling so bad. All previous negative thoughts were out of my head, and I could feel a lump growing in my pants. He opened the door and set me inside. He buckled me in, and held my chin up as he looked down at me. He smoothed the hair across my forehead and smiled. I melted. Kay and Brian climbed in with my things. Mr. Panetti got in and headed to Brian's. The trip consisted of questions from the backseat about my wellness. I thought I could get used to this level of attention, but I didn't answer. "How about we just let him rest?" Mr. Panetti turned on some soft music and placed his hand high up on my thigh and gave me a reassuring little shake. I wanted to put my hand on his but was too nervous to do so. Brian wished me well and hoped I would be good enough to go to school tomorrow. I thanked him for being so nice to me. He looked shocked. "You're my best friend, and Kay, why wouldn't I be." He smiled and was off. "That's a nice boy." Kay grunted in the back, "Friend..." I knew she wanted more. I could feel her stewing in the back all the way to her house. Once there, she took my things in. I was about to get out but Mr. Panetti ordered me to stay put. He came around and unbuckled me. "How're ya doing?" He rubbed his hand up and down my thigh. At the moment I was feeling dizzy, but not from what he was asking about. I was able to get out a strangled, "Fine." "Good, I'm going to carry you in and call your mother at work." He placed a hand under my bottom and lifted me out. I laced my legs around him as he carried me in. I held my face against his chest and just smelled him. I tried to pull my groin from his torso but his hand on my bottom firmly held me in place, I knew he could feel my boner. He set me down on the couch in the same spot I was yesterday. He felt my forehead, and then traced his fingers softly over my cheek. "Do you need anything?" "Maybe a toothbrush..." I joked and he laughed. "I'll be right back." He headed off and I could soon hear him speaking to my mom. He assured her I wasn't dying and that he believed I just had an upset stomach since I wasn't running a fever. I could tell she was giving him directions by the infrequent "uh-huh's" I heard, and finally he reassured her that he'd take care of it all before hanging up. After a bit he returned with a glass of water and a little tablet for me to take. "Your mom made me promise to take good care of you and gave me a list of things to do. First I need to go get you something to change into, can I get your key please? Good, I'll be right back." He turned on the T.V. Before he left and handed me the remote. Kay sat beside me doing her best to try to make me feel better, but I had to ask. "Are you upset Brian called you friend?" She almost slugged me but remembered I was supposedly not feeling well. She sighed, "No and yes. I want him to be more than that, but I'm afraid he really just sees me as a friend, and also afraid if I bring it up we won't be friends anymore." She sat staring forward like she could see the end of the road. "Yeah, I think I know what you mean." "Doubt it." She did hit me this time but softly. How could I tell her I knew what it was like to think you really wanted something and just began realizing you couldn't have it without possibly losing something else. My stomach began to feel queasy again so I laid down on the couch. We sat together quietly, both absorbed in our own misery. Mr. Panetti came in after some time. He saw my laying down and again asked after my well-being, looking worried. I informed him that I just felt tired. He had some of my clothes in his arms and my toothbrush in his hand. "Kay, Mrs. Keanu asked me to get him into a bath. I'm going to take him up to my bathroom, you do your homework and we'll be back soon." She obeyed, still lost in her own world. I was panicking, "Get him into a bath?" Sure my mom's cure for everything was a bath with Epsom salts for a detox, but I didn't need help. I must have turned very pale because Mr. Panetti felt my forehead and inquired about how I was again. I groaned some positive response I hoped he believed. He looked doubtful. He lifted me up again but he held me laying across both of his arms, instead of astride him like earlier. He sat me down on the toilet in his bathroom and bent to start a bath for me. I didn't know what to expect so I was a bit nervous. Part of me wanted to be naked in front of him, part of me wanted to run but I knew I had to stay. He went under the sink and got out a bag of Epsom salts and poured some into the water. He kept checking the temperature. He then turned to me. He looked down at the pitiful looking ball of nerves that I was. "I would let you strip on your own, but I'm afraid to leave you." I was in some new mix of heaven and hell. I could feel my heart trying to force its way out of my chest. I sat there motionless like a deer in the headlights. He reached for my shirt. Bending he took the bottom of my T-shirt and slowly raised it, almost having to ask me to raise my arms, I was so stunned. He carefully peeled the garment from me, and asked me again how I was. He rubbed my back, to give me strength I think. He then knelt in front of me and unlaced my shoes taking them and my socks off. I was watching his motions in disbelief, my mind was shrieking and my body was quaking and betraying me. He stood me up, my eyes were glued to his, trying to send him how scared I felt. He was gentle and smiled warmly as he held my gaze. I felt his hands confidently on my zipper. The slight pressure on my groin twisted my stomach. I could hear him pulling the zip down, I was sure my body was on fire. Without breaking eye contact I felt him work slowly up to the button and unfasten my pants. "Are you ok?" He almost whispered, "Your skin feels like it is on fire and you are trembling." The flat of his hand was on my belly. He firmly rubbed his palm into my stomach muscles. I swallowed deeply and croaked out an affirmative. He looked skeptical. He slipped my pants down my hips past my underwear, revealing my very hard dick in its cotton casing. I saw the flush on his skin, he cleared his throat. His eyes shot up to mine and then just as quickly down to my crotch tent. "Umm..., let me steady you while you step out of these." His cupped hand held me steady by grasping my clothed bottom. I was feeling very light headed so I was glad of his hand holding one of mine and the other on my backside. He paused for a bit, looking up at me. I felt the heat from his hands. "Remember what I told you, erections are ok, and you getting one now, doesn't have to mean anything." His voice sounded shaky. The speech was curious to me. What did he mean? It certainly meant something to me, and was basically responsible for my current situation. Mr. Panetti let go of me as he turned toward the tub. He checked the water level and temp and shut off the water. He again knelt in front of me. I swore I could hear him take a deep breath as he inserted his fingers into the elastic band of my undies. He paused, he closed his eyes, steadied himself and gently removed my last item of clothing. He pulled the band far enough out that it didn't catch on my hardon. As soon as my dick came into view, I heard his sharp hissing intake of breath. He held me similarly as he did when I stepped out of my pants, one hand holding mine and another on my derrière. I looked and could see the pulse of my heart ticking in my dick. He sat motionless for a second, just staring, as if trying to memorize my appearance as I was right now. Then held my hand as he helped me step into the hot water. I felt his soft hand on my bottom as he helped me lower myself into the tub. Honestly, my body was thrumming, my heart beat a furious pace, I was tingling with expectation. I was so emotionally alive. I felt his hand slowly pull from underneath me. I looked and saw my dick waiving arrogantly back and forth with the motion of the water. I looked up at his now standing form, he was motionless staring down into the bath, his white linen shorts showing the length of hard flesh hidden in them. He seemed unable or unwilling to move, and then he abruptly turned away. "Do you want the light on or off?" I was confused, "umm off?" He switched off the light, head hung low and not turning around, "I'll be just inside my room if you need anything... ah, don't try to get out alone, I'll be right here." I was so confused. My head was spinning from so many conflicting emotions. My body fairly screamed for what I didn't know, and Mr. Panetti's behavior left me stunned and hurt. I tried to wrap my mind around it all. Was I making it all up in my mind? I went through the previous day's events in my head, Mr. Panetti never did anything to me, was I just reading into events? Maybe my new awakening was just... I don't know, wishful thinking. I just wanted the drain to pull me under so I could disappear. I sat in the warm water quietly dying inside. My penis had deflated in my misery. "Kay, are you ok?" I heard him call downstairs, and heard the faint reply "Yeah dad, is it all ok up there, do you need me to bring anything?" "No, umm, you stay put we'll be down soon." I heard his door shut. "You ok in there, not drowned or anything?" He called from inside the room. "I'm ok." I replied miserably. "Ok don't try to get out alone and come in here, umm... I'm right here if you need me." I did need him, I wanted to shout, I needed him to comfort me to hold me to soothe me, but I just sat there soaking in shame. I heard him get onto his bed, I could hear very well his movements from this room in fact. He sounded like he opened his night stand and then closed it again. I heard him taking deep breaths. The bed squeaked a bit and I heard what sounded like a metallic scratch, a zipper?, and then a little more bed squeaking. I had lost my erection, but still stared down at my dick that just moments ago was so energized and excited like something was going to happen with all the electricity in the air. What went wrong? I was beginning to convince myself that I cooked it all up in my head, and that made me sad. I heard some deep breaths from the other room again, and then some rhythmic soft noise, like a slight slapping, a very soft grunt, then a moan and some jostling on the bed. My mind went to how sick I got in the locker room, and then to how much better I felt when Mr. Panetti held me close. I could feel myself spiraling into sadness, I found out I might be a fag, and the one thing that made me feel ok about it, sat in the other room completely oblivious to those types of feelings and I was alone. He must not be feeling what I thought he was. The rhythm picked up as did the soft sighs and groans, I almost called out to Mr. Panetti to see if everything was alright, but I kinda wanted to be alone at the moment, plus I misread the whole thing and he might think I'm a freak. I felt sick again. The jostling on the bed got a bit louder and the bed squeaked a bit. I could hear heavy breathing from the room. I wish he'd have gone away and left me alone instead of being in the next room alone when I wanted him here with me, I wish he'd felt the same . There came a loud grunt and sigh and then a panting like he'd been running and I swear I heard my name, I'm sure it was wrong. He slowly seemed to catch his breath and laughed a little. The bed jostled again and I heard the nightstand drawer open and close again, and that zipper sound. I heard him get off the bed and come my way. I covered myself up from his view. He came in looking flush and went to wash his hands. He smiled over at me, in a dreamy fashion. "Still doing ok?" He came over and felt the temperature of the water, hand between my legs. "Are you ready to get out?" He seemed very relaxed now, the obviously erect bulge now gone. I had imagined everything. I indicated with a sad nod that I was, I didn't want to speak to him. I kept my dick covered as he helped me out. I had to protect myself from his potential accusations. I informed him quite a bit more forcefully than I felt that I could get myself dressed. I asked him to get my backpack before he could protest. He looked oddly hurt, but he went. I looked for new underwear in the clothes he brought me, but there wasn't any so I put on my old pair and the new shirt by the time he came back. I told him I'd see him downstairs, dismissing him. I fought the sadness I felt at losing what I thought were his affections. "Ahh, I don't want you walking down the stairs alone..." He seemed confused and looked concerned. "Then I'll let you know when I'm ready to come down." It was a dismissal and he knew. I found I was covering myself even though I was in my underwear. He left slowly, though he paused like he wanted to say something, but he didn't and seemingly sad, he was gone. I put on the shorts he brought me and then went fishing in my backpack for his briefs. I went to his drawer, saw my balled up jock and replaced it with his underwear reclosing the drawer. I was wrong, he didn't want to switch. Oddly my jock seemed warmly damp to my fingers and had a strong odor, but I stashed them in my bag and went to the head of the stairs and called for him. I wiped my wet fingers on my shorts. He came, he looked like he was going to lift me, but I just held onto the railing and walked myself down, with him "guarding" me. "Can I go home?" I felt like I was going to cry. "I'd prefer if you'd stay..." he sat on the couch making room for me like yesterday, but I took Kay's spot, sat stiff and straight and turned to the T.V. so he couldn't see the silent tears running down my face. He got the message and left the room. I wiped away the tears so he couldn't see it when and if he came back. "Dad told me to come in and sit with you till your mom came to get you, you feeling ok?" No I most certainly was not, "Yeah." She threw herself down on the ground in front of the T.V. and zoned out. Mr. Panetti periodically checked in on us, but my posture remained unchanged. Out of the corner of my eye I could see he was concerned, he stared at me with an odd mix of expressions. Sad? Longing? Regret? All I felt was his rejection. My mother eventually showed up and took me home. I could hear them talking before we left and he just said I was very quiet and seemed out of sorts. Mom told me to go right up to bed and she'd be up shortly with some soup. I followed her directions and went up to my room, but I didn't get in bed, instead I went to my backpack to get my homework, but found my jock on top of everything. It was definitely damp, but no longer warm. I sniffed it and it smelled strongly of something chemically I couldn't put my finger on. I wanted his briefs to sniff and get my heart beating again, but all I had was my oddly wet jock. I wished that I had something of his that showed he wanted me like I thought. I sniffed the jock again and then threw it in my hamper, it would be just a wish. I sat doing my homework, trying to force my mind on something else. There came a knock at my door. "Come in mom." The door opened and there was a very concerned looking Mr. Panetti. I was surprised and delighted for a split second. Then I remembered the rejection. I looked at him as if to say what do you want. "Can I come in?" I didn't answer so he let himself in and shut the door. He stood awkwardly for a second looking around my room. He sat on my bed head low and hands clasped, he looked diminished. I watched him almost feeling for him. "Ahh... umm... did you... you took something out of my end table?" I furrowed my brow, "Yeah my jock." It was mine after all and he didn't want it. He looked relieved. "Can I get it back to wash it?" I was getting more irritated, "It's already in to be washed." He looked a bit pale. "In the hamper." I pointed. He again looked relieved and stood up to get it. "We know how to wash things here, ya know." Now he thought we were dirty? He turned to me. And then came and knelt before me placing his hands on my thighs. "What is going on, why are you so angry with me?" My eyes welled up, and I wanted to strike out at him all at once. How could I just say anything? I kept silent, a tear falling. He reached up and caught it. "Buddy talk to me, tell me what's going on, I'm going crazy over here." He's going crazy? Him? "Take the jock and go." I turned away from him. "Not until you tell me what's going on, I don't care how much trouble I get into." Why would he be in trouble? I looked at him like he was insane. "Are you mad at me?" I thought, yes I was, but only because he didn't want me. Could I admit that to him? I stayed silent. He was getting frustrated. He bit his lip like he was trying to decide something. He took a deep breath. "Yesterday, I got a vibe, a feeling from you." He thought for a second. "I mean I was feeling something and thought you were feeling it too, I was wrong it seems." He paused watching me. He had my attention. "I know I shouldn't have feelings like this, but to be honest I have for quite a long time, and thought... well I thought wrong." "What feelings?" My heart stopped beating. He stood up and turned away from me. "Like I said, you are like my heart-son..." he seemed to be trying to figure out what to say. "I find I like being around you." He said the phrase as if testing the water on a cold pool. "I like being around you too." He turned back to me, sizing me up. "Then why did..." he cleared his throat and turned away again. "My briefs were put in my drawer. I thought we had a fair trade." I didn't know how to respond. "Didn't you want them back?" Again he turned to look at me, gauging me. "Not really." "You wanted me to have them?" I was really curious now. He took a bit to respond, squinting his eyes at me, almost not breathing. Finally, "Yes." He said quietly. "Why?" "I thought you'd want them for some reason, don't you?" Yes my mind yelled, but I was unsure. I stayed quiet. "I liked the idea of you having them," he added. "Why?" I asked again. He started pacing, "I don't know I felt a closeness with you yesterday, that made me want to continue it I guess, swapping our underthings made sense." He stopped pacing and looked pathetically at me. "I wore them to bed last night." I admitted softly. "I liked having them." He looked at me hard. "Then why did you return them?" I was confused. He was there a little bit ago, he walked away not me, what was I supposed to think? The confusion must have shown on my face because he knelt in front of me again. "Why did you return them?" I didn't know how to respond. I didn't have the words or the experience, I wasn't even eleven for crying out loud. "I thought you wanted them back." Was all I could manage. "I didn't, I don't, hell I'd give you the ones I'm wearing if I thought you wanted them." My heart started again and immediately began skipping beats. My dick was instantly hard. "I do." I said, almost too soft to hear. He held my chin and then looked me in the eye. He stood up, looked over at the door and shrugged, he kicked off his shoes and unbuttoned his shorts letting them fall. He stood before me, and taking a breath, bent to lower his briefs. He stepped out of them and handed them to me. I sat nearly frozen, slowly taking them from him, but staring at his dick so close I could reach out and touch it. Unconsciously, I held the garment to my heart, watching, disbelieving what I was seeing, mouth hanging agape. Clutching his warm fragrant underthings to me. Mr. Panetti watched me for a second, and his dick suddenly, for lack of a better word, started to inflate. It lengthened and then started to grow thicker, finally it began to rise off of his loose balls. He suddenly seemed to remember where he was, he bent to grab and put his shorts back on. I watched him nearly faint as he went over and pulled my damp jock from my hamper. He turned to me and was quiet. He sat on my bed, held my jock in his hands just looking at it rubbing his thumbs over the damp spot. "When I came home today and found that your cup was gone but your jock was still there, I thought that we had an understanding. Was I wrong?" "I don't know, did you understand?" He stared at me for a second, he changed the subject. "When you thanked me on the phone last night, what were you thanking me for?" I blushed and stuttered out, "You let me see you naked." He smiled. "You've seen me naked at the pool shower before." "Yeah, I guess, but somehow yesterday was the first time I "saw" you naked." "I get that, today was the first time I felt I saw you naked... I thought you were thanking me for the underwear." "I hadn't found them yet." "I hadn't thought of that. My understanding was that in keeping my briefs and you leaving your jock... was that you understood that I wanted to... share with you." "Your underwear?" He looked exasperated, "Yes, but also the feelings I was having." "I was, am, having them too." "I thought so, but you can't be too sure, I didn't want to hurt you in any way." I didn't want to tell him that he did hurt me despite his wants, especially since it seemed to be getting fixed. "I thought I was mistaken since you didn't stay in the bathroom with me, I wanted you to." He chuckled, looked at my jock he had in his hand and gave it to me. "Do you know why this is wet?" I shook my head no, I felt the cool wet spot. He stared at the garment in my hand, watching me feel the dampness, before taking another deep breath and continued. "This is proof that I wanted to stay with you, they are wet because... I used them when I was thinking about you and masturbating." I had heard the word in health class but I didn't know what it was, they don't really say anything in health class. He looked surprised at my lack of apprehension. "Jacking off?" I stared blankly at him. "Wow, ok it's something a man does to make himself feel good... I don't have time to explain it right now but I did it with this because of how badly I wanted to be in that room with you, but wasn't sure you wanted it." "I did." He smiled and lightly brushed the hair from my forehead. There came a knock at the door. Mr. Panetti deftly grabbed my jock and his underwear and stuffed them in his pocket as he quickly sat on my bed away from me. Mom came in without a response from me. She was carrying a tray with a soup bowl on it, "You were supposed to be in bed. Is Mr. Panetti keeping you up?" I snorted a laugh as I crossed my legs. "No mom, he's helping me understand something." "Your homework? He's got better things to do than that." She replied kindly. "I would have loved to have gotten him into bed... but he needed some explanation." She stuffed a thermometer in my mouth. "You always have taken very good care of him, thanks. Will you sit with him a bit longer? I need to get some things together to take to Pat at the firehouse." "Sure, I was very worried about him today, he is very close to my heart. I'll stay a little longer, can you call Deb and let her know?" Mom shook her head yes. She took the thermometer out, "It's slightly above normal, are you home tomorrow if he can't go to school?" He smoothly replied, "I'm sure the little faker will be alright, but if I'm needed I would love to take care of him." "You are the best. You'd better be in bed before I get back." She gave me a wink and a kiss on the head and was off. We waited till we heard her go downstairs. We both laughed our tension out. "I don't know whether I want you to get better by tomorrow or not." I knew what he meant. We sat silently for a moment not knowing what to say now that the previous moment was broken. He stood up and gave me his underwear back. I reached to take them from him, but when our hands touched, we sort of froze. I reached out further and just held his hand. He looked down at me and smiled. I didn't feel the tingles like I had before, just warm in the moment. We heard the front door close and soon the sound of my mom's car as she left for the firehouse. "You know, you have been wearing those underwear all day... I, ahh... wouldn't mind having those." Now my stomach sent tingles again. I smiled and shakily, stood up. I pulled down my shorts and for the second time today displayed my cotton covered hardon for Mr. Panetti. I bent and peeled them off, standing half naked in front of him. He took the offered briefs. "I like seeing you like this." His shorts were tented again. "I liked seeing you yesterday." He put the garment to his face and inhaled deeply. "I do the same thing!" I huffed a great intake of air as soon as I had his briefs to my face. He laughed and picked me up and tossed me on the bed. He started tickling me while I was still naked. I squirmed and fought while trying to catch my breath from laughing. He pinched at my thighs and sides. He held me down as I struggled and dug into my sides pulling squeals of laughter until I was crying from the laughter and begging to get up to go pee. He held me in place a little longer before he relented and watched my pale behind sprint for the bathroom across the hall. I made it just in time and saw him standing in the doorway watching me pee. I felt a bit embarrassed and a bit naughty letting him watch me, but I didn't want him to look away. He handed me my shorts when I was done. "We needed a good tension breaker after today, but you need to get your homework done, soup eaten and you in bed before your mom gets back or we are both in trouble. I'm glad you're feeling better though." He helped me with all those things, my homework, he even fed me my soup like I was a baby and then he watched as I stripped out of my clothes to put on my jammys. I turned away and showed him my bottom as I got dressed. Like last night though, I put his underwear on first and then the bottoms. I crawled into bed just as mom was pulling up. He was reading to me from the book by Ryan Tyler, "Time and Again", when my mom came in. Mr, Panetti closed the book and stood to leave. He turned to my mom. He looked concerned and serious. "You may want to keep him home just in case." "I think you're right. You'll be here or should I send him over?" "I think I can get more done with him over at my house." He winked at me. "But I'll come get him so you can just get ready for work." He bent and ran his hand through my hair, "Good Night James." With that, he was gone. Mom came and kissed my forehead, and conveyed my dad's well wishes before she turned out the light, and closed the door. I smiled, feeling the cotton of Mr. Panetti's briefs over my stiff dick as I drifted off looking forward to tomorrow.