Date: Sat, 05 Mar 2022 22:20:16 +0000 From: Dickson Hill Subject: The Neighbor Dad - chapter 3 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. Please donate to Nifty so you can continue to read stories that scratch your itch. If you are reading where you can get in trouble for doing so, stop and protect yourself. The Neighbor Dad (Chapter 3) I woke to a hand on my forehead. Mom was hovering over me. "Oh you're awake. Keep this in your mouth." I wasn't awake a second ago, my thoughts grumbled. A thermometer was shoved into my mouth. She went around tidying and grabbed my hamper. "How are you feeling?" Did she forget the thermometer in my mouth? I mumbled something I hoped she'd take as not well. She came over and checked my temperature. "Looks like you are fine. You'd better get up and get to school." "Maybe I'd better stay home, y'know just in case?" "Are you feeling sick?" She looked at me critically. "Not really, but you never know." "It's not like you to try to miss school, is everything ok, do I need to talk to your teacher?" She was asking uncomfortable questions, anything I said could be checked except the real answer. I hesitated too long. "There is something wrong, what is it, you can tell me..." "No mom, I'm fine, I just wanted to sleep in I guess." I lied. "No, no use wasting Mr. Panetti's day off and making him watch over you if you aren't really sick, he's probably got other things he wants to do. Now get up, it's my day to drive you to school so I need to get breakfast started." She left and unknowingly in her wake, left me disappointed. I wouldn't get to see Mr. Panetti until he picked us up from school. I consoled myself with the briefs I was wearing. I got up and stripped. I sniffed the briefs for the scent of him, and took some time to inspect them. They had the warm spicy and musky scent of him, with a hint of me, I instantly boned up. I felt where his junk would have been and the material was pretty loose, I guess from stretching. I reluctantly slipped them into my desk drawer in the back so they wouldn't be found easily. I hurried through my shower routine so that I would have time to go see Mr. Panetti and explain why I couldn't come over. I went downstairs to find him sitting in the kitchen drinking a cup of coffee and talking pleasantly with my mom. "Hey there's the faker!" He reached out and mussed up my hair. "I was looking forward to spending the day with you, but you went and got all better." I frowned to convey my very real disappointment to him. "Oh, he tried to stay, but I put a stop to that when I realized he wasn't sick, you earned your day off, you should spend it on things you want to do." He chuckled at that, and gave me a commiserating grimace while playfully smacking my behind. "Nothing I'd rather do than spend the day making sure James here was well taken care of." He winked at me. "I bet." She laughed. Kay showed up. "You're feeling better? Man if it was me, I'd have pushed for another day in bed. I mean I'm glad you're better and all but use your head." She rapped her knuckles on the top of my skull smartly. I rubbed my head to ease the pain. "Oh really, I'll remember that next time you're sick Katherine." I laughed at his mocking tone and the use of her full name. Once again he had come to my defense. I sat next to him at the kitchen table and scooted closer. He placed his arm around my shoulder and I put my hand on his thigh under the table out of view. My hand was dangerously close to his crotch. "Well at least let me take them to school for you, it's the least I can do." "That would be great, I'll catch a ride with Deb then for work. I'll call her now." We sat there, quietly eating, while mom and Mrs. Panetti jabbered back and forth. I found it amazing that they worked together, would see each other in a few minutes and still couldn't break a conversation easily. "Well, you monkey's ready?" Kay hooted her response, I giggled. I got up and hugged mom goodbye, she waved us off, still chatting with Mrs. Panetti, Mr. Panetti stood, and I noticed had to adjust himself. We headed over to his SUV. "Do we have to pick up Brian today?" "I thought you liked Brian, are you mad at him or something." He looked over at me for some reference, I just shrugged. "No." She was sulky. When we got to the car, Kay asked me to sit in the back with her, leaving room for Brian up front. I wanted to sit up front with Mr. Panetti, but I couldn't do so without causing a stink. Again thwarted being near Mr. Panetti by some awful plot. I climbed in the back. I could see Mr. Panetti's handsome face in the rear view mirror. He winked at me in a wistful sort of way. "Are you sure you and Brian are ok?" He asked while backing out of the driveway. "Yeah dad, you heard him, we are friends." She sounded sour. He sent me a quizzical brow in his reflection, I returned an expression that I hoped was taken as, "what can you do." Brian was surprised at his sudden promotion to the front seat. "How'ya feelin'?" He asked me, with genuine interest. "Like I missed out on a great opportunity." I looked directly into Mr. Panetti's reflected eyes. "Skipping school?" "Yeah." Mr. Panetti gave me a lopsided smile. "Hey Kay!" Brian turned his attention to the silent lump in the back seat. She offered a lame "hey" in return. He seemed to catch the mood, though he seemed a bit confused. We drove to school in silence. I kept catching Mr. Panetti, smiling at me, his winking at me made me warm all over. We got to school, everyone got out quickly but me. I deliberately slowed down. When the doors were closed. "I'm sorry, I really wanted to stay with you today." "I know, but don't worry, I want to spend time with you too. We'll figure something out, better hurry, can't wait to see you later." He winked at me. I smiled broadly at him. I hopped out, Brian had already gone off to his class. "What took you so long?" "Just thanking your dad for the ride." I changed the subject as we walked to our class, "Y'know being mean to Brian isn't going to make him like you more." I said, shouldering my backpack. "I know, and I wish I could just let it go, but I can't seem to, I want to say something nice, and all I can think is "WHY DON'T YOU LIKE ME YOU JERK!", so I say nothing." She crossed her arms petulantly. "He doesn't even know you like him like that." "He should, I don't know, just read my mind, I guess. Liking people is hard..." she trailed off into silence. "Don't I know it." I said looking at the disappearing shape of her dad's vehicle. "Oh, who do you like?" She was instantly alert. Crap, "No one, I meant I can see what you are going through." I hope I covered my slip. "Thanks." We made our way to our class. The day was slow, but it was Friday so our excitement for the weekend sustained us. We both had a bit of pent up emotions begging for release, so when we got called out by our teacher for being disruptive it was no surprise. The usual threat, "don't make me separate you two", always settled us down for a time, but secretly made us laugh because we heard it so often. About thirty minutes before the bell rang, there was an announcement for the sports teams to meet in their respective areas. Every week during the season we all had these meetings. A few chairs scraped back with the announcement. The teacher wished us a good game and weekend as we left. These meetings were just rally sessions, but we got out of class early so it was fun. We went over the usual directions, if your uniform isn't here get it, get sleep, eat a good breakfast... Brian and Kay sat on opposite sides of me. It seemed Brian was picking up on her wintery attitude. His singing leg kept brushing mine in his anxiety. If this kept up I would be in the back seat again with Kay, and I wanted to sit up front with Mr. Panetti. I didn't know how to fix the breach. Fortunately we were released to the field before the bell rang. "Ok what did I do wrong? Why are you mad at me? It's been bothering me all day." Brian threw down his things in front of Kay. Kay was caught off guard. "I'm not mad at you." She offered, evasively. "Then why are you being so... so distant?" She looked at me for help, what could I say? "I didn't notice anything?" I lamely offered. "You weren't out of the car, when she just walked away as I came to talk to her, and you heard her short reply in the car, the whole car was quiet and tense." "I'm just... I'm just going through stuff..." "Do you not want to be my friend?" He demanded but seemed afraid of the response. "No, I mean yes, that's not it." "Then what is it?" "I like you, ok?" She responded quickly and looked like she wanted to take it back as soon as it was out. Her eyes burst wide and her skin flamed up. "You like me?" He blushed and smiled. She ran away. He stood staring after her a dumb grin on his face. "She likes me?" He looked at me, "like, likes me?" I grinned "Yeah, like, likes you, has for sometime too." He smiled, "Really?" He laughed, "I only started picking on you cuz' I thought she liked you." He ran after her. I laughed at the stupidity of it all. I watched him approach her, she was obviously crying. He seemed so sweet to her. There was some back and forth I couldn't hear, maybe an argument? I don't know but it was resolved quickly and they both came over to me smiling and blushing and not looking at one another. I saw her dad pull up and motioned to them before the beep, I hurried along and left them to wander over at their own pace. I hopped into the front seat before they could change their mind. "Hey buddy, how was your day?" "Fine, but before they get in, Kay and Brian are friends again, but don't bring it up, and I didn't say anything." "Ok?" He looked at me confused but turned to watch the pair as they made their way to the vehicle. "Oh and, hi!" I blushed at him, thinking I was being as foolish as they were. He smiled at me as the other two opened their doors and got in. "Hi guys, how was your day?" Mr. Panetti asked with a hint of something in his tone. "Great!" They both chimed in simultaneously and they giggled at each other. I watched Mr. Panetti's eyes as they narrowed, he watched them suspiciously on the drive. I was forgotten. Well, at least I was in the front seat with him. We dropped off Brian after a quiet yet electrically charged trip. "Well honey, it seems you're not mad at Brian anymore... " he led. "Oh dad, I was never mad at him to begin with." He gave a disgruntled, "mmhmm". We pulled up into his driveway and she hopped out and hurried inside. Mr. Panetti held me back until she was out of earshot. "Ok spill it." "Ummm, Kay has liked Brian for quite some time, and well, he liked her as well, they both found out about it today." "Huh? I guess I never thought of my little girl like that, but I guess..." he looked over at me, considering, "I guess I should have expected it." He put his hand on my knee. Finally he smiled, "Ok, sorry, how are you today." Of course, I blushed. "I'm fine. How are you?" "We'll in spite of the little heart attack I just had... " he looked at me warmly and squeezed my thigh. I felt the knuckles of his hand brush my balls. I smiled and didn't want to move, he massaged my thigh, bumping my crotch as he did so. I was drifting up to heaven, when he released me and exited toward the house. I got out and started to head to my house. "Don't you want to hang out here for a while?" "You bet... I mean, yes." He laughed at my enthusiasm. He led me in with a hand on my lower back. I dropped my backpack by the door. I could hear Kay chatting away on the phone, I had no doubt who it was on the other end. Mr. Panetti frowned in her direction. "I would ask her if she wants a snack, but I'm sure she wants to be left alone. Come on up, I have something of yours." My heart skipped when he started up the stairs. I followed behind him nervously excited. I liked watching his bottom shift in his dark blue pants, one cheek moving against the other. In his room, he walked over to his end table, opened the drawer and pulled out my cleaned jock. "I figured you might actually need this." He handed me the item, I thought I could feel electricity pass with it. I looked and saw my white briefs balled up in his drawer, a wet spot visible. I smiled thinking I knew what that meant. He then walked into the bathroom, and paused to look to see that I followed. I did, he stood in front of the toilet. "It's only fair,'' he said, as he unzipped and pulled out his large member and let loose his stream. "Fair?" I asked but kept my eyes on his dick. "Yeah you let me watch you pee yesterday, seems only fair." I stepped in closer. He finished peeing and shook or squeezed out any remaining liquid. I expected him to put his dick away, but he left it hanging limp, out of his fly, as he stepped to the sink to wash his hands. My heart wasn't skipping, it was dancing. I know I had a dumb grin on my face. "Do you have to go?" I didn't but I stepped up to the bowl anyway. He stood in the doorway watching me, with his dick hanging out. I had to unbutton my shorts because my dick was too hard to pull myself through the fly. I just stood there, hard, not having to pee, but wanting to show Mr. Panetti my dick like he was showing me his. We could hear Kay coming up the stairs. I quickly fixed myself in my shorts, and Mr. Panetti put himself away. I could see his white underwear through his fly, he pulled his shirt down over the opening, but didn't zip up. "What are you guys doing?" She was smiling dreamily. She'd obviously just got off the call with Brian. "Uh, James thought he left his toothbrush here yesterday." "Oh." She seemed to just float away to her room. "That was close," he whispered, "better get downstairs, you go, I'll be down in a second." I went downstairs, I was floating just like Kay. I floated over to where my backpack was and stowed my jockey. I stood there stupidly grinning. The electricity in the bathroom was stunning. It seemed as though his bathroom was lucky for me. Kay came down and went to the dining room table and began looking at her homework but making no progress with a silly grin on her face. I decided to join her. Mr. Panetti joined us, he had changed into some very short tan shorts. They held his groin and bottom in such a way that there was no bad angle with which to admire him. I could clearly make out where his shaft and balls were when his shirt lifted with his arms. The shorts fit so well they looked like they were giving him a wedgie in his nicely shaped ass. "It's a lovely day" Kay stared out the window, idly. "Yeah." I smiled, but I was looking at Mr. Panetti in those shorts. He came and would bump his hip against me as he walked by, or brushed his hand through my soft hair as he fixed us a snack. He kept touching me when he was near. I'm afraid my homework suffered, until he disappeared into the living room. Eventually we got our homework done. We went and joined Kay's dad in the living room. She took her usual seat, I sat very close to Mr. Panetti. I was swinging my knees open and closed nervously. My smooth white skin brushing and retreating from his tanned hairy leg. He put his arm around me. My knee bumped into his one more time and I left it there. I noticed some motion. Mr. Panetti was pulling his shirt back from over his fly. I was intrigued. I watched as he slowly revealed the wide open fly, and... no underwear. I was entranced. I could see clearly the black, glossy curly hair peeking through the opening. I sucked in my breath. He must have left his underwear off when he changed. I instinctually cover my rapidly growing tent. He pressed his leg more firmly against mine. Spreading his fly further. I quickly had a thought. "I've got to go pee," I announced, "I'll be right back." Mr. Panetti quickly covered himself, but he needn't have bothered, Kay was in her own world. I rushed off to the downstairs bathroom and copied Mr. Panetti. I removed my underwear, put them in my pocket, and pulled my shirt over my fly that I left open. I came and sat back next to Mr. Panetti, sliding so close daylight couldn't have broken through. I put up my leg on the chair, so when bent, it blocked Kay's view should she happen to look over. I pulled back my shirt and adjusted my hardon. My pink erection popped out into the air. Mr. Panetti sucked in a quick breath, checked Kay's line of sight and decided it was ok, wrapped his arm around my shoulder letting it drape down my side. He pulled back his shirt. He had apparently shifted himself too, because now I could see the base of his dick through the opening of his fly. We sat like that for a moment, just enjoying the view. Mr, Panetti's hand began rubbing up and down my leg on the outer thigh. My dick was twitching in time with my heart beat. I watched as his dick went from soft to hard and moved as it began pointing down his shorts on the leg furthest from me, his length reaching the hem. He moved his hand down and lightly squeezed the long shape from the base out to the tip. I followed his movements and placed my hand on my dick and pulled up lightly from the base. I stifled a moan, It felt so good. He checked Kay to see if she was aware, she wasn't. He continued his motions on the mass down his leg, a dark spot began to become apparent and the tip of his dick made its way past the hem of his shorts. A drop of clear liquid threaded away from his dickhead. He hissed, and pulled his hand away, adjusted his shorts to cover himself so he wasn't in total view of his daughter. She was still oblivious. "I better cool down," he whispered. I continued to pull lightly at my stiff boyhood. His hand moved up to the top of my knee blocking Kay's view and then started rubbing up and down the inside of my thigh. I was starting to tingle, I was breathing more rapidly and I noticed my dick was getting redder. I was mentally willing his hand to move onto my boner. With my reaction, he stopped touching me and pulled my hand away from myself. I was disappointed. He explained via a soft whisper into my ear. "If this is the first time, better save it for later, you might get fairly loud." He covered himself with a decorative pillow. He reached down and covered my dick with my shirt, but not before lightly grazing my blazingly hot rod with his fingers. I made an involuntary squeak at the intense feeling, bringing Kay's brief attention. He pulled his arm away in reflex. It was the first time I had been touched there. It was brief, but it was intense, and I wanted more. I looked at my shirt covering my angry dick and could see it twitching against the fabric, eager for his touch. "You need to cool off too." He whispered, warily watching his daughter. He then stood, making sure he was covered and walked off toward the kitchen tilting his head for me to follow. Trying to make as little motion as possible, I stuffed my dick into my pants. I made sure my fly was covered and followed him out to the kitchen. He was sitting on a chair there and motioned me onto his lap, a finger to his lips. We'd hear Kay coming if she came near. I sat astride his legs, he pulled me back into him in a loose warm hug. His erection made itself known by pressing into my buttcheek. He started rubbing my legs, he was working high up my thigh, each pass pushing my loose shorts up higher. I felt the hem pushing into my groin. His hand slipped under the hem and contacted the crease between my leg and my balls. He lightly teased the crease, tickling me there. He sent waves of ecstasy pulsing from his fingertips into me, causing me to jerk and nearly laugh, it was so ticklish. He removed his hand, pulled down the hem of my shorts and stood me up. He whispered, "We can't be too loud, I'm sorry." He looked pained. His pants had a dark spot where some liquid had leaked through, I felt the back of my shorts and they felt damp there from his leaking. I wanted to touch him, but he stood. He went to the fridge and started gathering things to make dinner, almost dismissing me. I felt a little dejected but I understood, so I went and sat back on the couch. Mrs. Panetti came home soon after so I went home. I said good-bye to Kay and let her know I was happy for her. I didn't say goodbye to Mr. Panetti, I guess I just wanted him to keep his safety, plus I was feeling a bit frustrated and sulky. Mom greeted me and was busy in the kitchen with dinner herself. I sat down and we chatted about the day. I helped a bit. She informed me dad would be at my game tomorrow as usual, and some other things to which I didn't really listen. We sat and ate, then I cleaned the dishes. I went upstairs and was reading, when I heard the phone ring. I listened to see if it was for me. It wasn't, but by the, "you're kidding me's" and the "no's" I could tell it was Mrs. Panetti, and now I was listening to see if it was about me. Maybe Kay had seen what had happened on the couch and told. My fears were confirmed when I heard, "Yeah we'll definitely have to have a serious talk with him now." My stomach bottomed out and I was freaking. Mom came up soon after. "It appears we have to talk." How should I play this innocent, smart-alec or denial? "It looks like you'll have to wait for Kay to be your wife, she likes another boy." Relief flooded me. I sighed audibly. "I knew that. She's liked him for a while." "Yeah? Well it seems it's time we had "the talk" if you kids are starting to like others, or rather your dad has "the talk" with you." "Do we have to? I already had this in health class." "Yes you have too, and they are having a talk with Kay tonight. So be glad you get to wait." "Kay is not going to like that." I laughed mirthlessly. "Aren't you upset that she likes someone else?" I laughed, "No mom, we're like brother and sister." "Oh." She seemed disappointed. I guess she really did want our families connected like that. "Do you like a girl in your school or anything?" I definitely didn't have to lie, I did give the obligatory eye roll. "No mom, I don't like any of the girls I know." "Well boys bloom later than girls. You'll like someone eventually." She thought she was making me feel better so I let her, and smiled a smile that I hoped looked reassured. She left, kissed my head and said goodnight on her way out. I went over and closed the door. I definitely did like someone though. I pulled Mr. Panetti's briefs from my drawer and sniffed them. I thought about how this bit of fabric had the mighty task of containing his massive member. The aroma where it had lain was still powerful. I pulled my briefs from my pocket. I smelled them, they smelled like me, but didn't have an effect like, Mr. Panetti's, I put them in my hamper. I opened my door and could hear mom downstairs talking on the phone, again, to what I assumed was my dad from the conversation. I quickly closed the door again and dropped my shorts. I sniffed Mr. Panetti's briefs, putting my nose right where his balls must have been and began pulling on my dick like I had with Mr. Panetti. I got sparks after a few pulls. The secret seemed to be hitting the tip each time I rubbed up or down. I kept his briefs to my nose and pictured his dick while I was lightly tugging on my turgid cock. My foreskin, skinned back and then pulled across the tip of my dick felt amazing. I was starting to breathe faster and I kept involuntarily grunting, moaning or groaning in turns. I was seeing stars. Then, I remembered what Mr. Panetti said, my first time may be loud. I didn't want to have mom hear anything so I quit rubbing myself reluctantly. It was difficult. I could see my dick bobbing angrily like it was demanding more. I told it mentally, that I wanted my first to be with Mr. Panetti. I stashed Mr. Panetti's briefs in the drawer. I didn't want them to smell more like me so I didn't wear them again. I put on my PJ's and hopped into bed. I'm glad I did because I hadn't heard mom come upstairs, she poked her head in. "Dad says he'll have "the" talk with you after the game tomorrow." And saying goodnight she left. Great, I lost my boner. Well that sucks I had to talk to my dad about sex tomorrow. I turned over and grumbled my way to sleep.