Date: Fri, 22 Sep 2023 01:00:00 -0700
From: John Henry <niftyjhenry1988@gmail.com>
Subject: Wish You Were My Dad Chapter 12 (Gay/Adult Youth)

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Chapter 12


Dylan's first call came the night before he left. I was still upset from
our talk a few hours prior, and I could tell he was feeling awkward.
Despite how we left everything, Dylan kissed me on the lips. I think he
was trying to show that he was willing to let things be as they were, but
I still wanted more. I gave him a huge hug after and only let go because
I knew I had to.


"Hey, Mikey," Dylan said. He was already in bed and under his blankets.
He was laying on his side, and I could see his bare chest. It reminded me
of the times I slept in his arms. I wanted to run to his apartment and
climb in bed with him.


"Hi Dad," I said, quietly. Mom was home, and I was supposed to be
asleep because of school the next day. I was wearing earbuds and the pair
of Dylan's underwear I stole a few months prior. "I miss you."


"I miss you, too, little one. How are you feeling?" I could see the
pain and concern in his eyes.


I wanted to tell him I was fine, but I couldn't. "I'm sad. I know we
talked about everything, but I'm still not happy about it."


"I know. I'm not either. I had a lot of time to think about everything
you said. I don't want to give you false hope, Mikey. I love you way too
much to do that to you."


"I know," I said, trying to sound strong despite how I really felt. "I
wish I was in bed with you." I didn't mean to say it out loud.


"Me too, Mikey. I sleep better when you're next to me."


"Really?" I couldn't keep the excitement out of my voice, though I was
trying to whisper.


"Really. Like I said yesterday: I love the intimacy between us...it just
can't be more than that."


"I love cuddling with you, too, Dad."


"Yeah, I kinda got that impression when you jizzed all over my dick and
balls." We both laughed. "Hey, I need to let you go. It's getting late
and you have school in the morning."


"Alright," I said, as I pouted.


"I love you, Son."


"I love you more, Dad."


"I doubt that," he said with a wink. "Text me when you get home from
school, okay? I'd like to say hi to your sister, too."


"Okay, Dad. Good night."


"Good night, Mikey." We blew each other kisses and logged out.


I slid off Dylan's boxer briefs, leaving me completely naked. They had
lost their scent a while ago after several washings, but I held them up
to my nose all the same. I tried remembering Dylan's body odor and began
slowly stroking my dick. Images of his naked body in the shower at his
place and the pool came flooding in. I very much remembered the wet dream
I had. I could still feel the way our bodies moved against each other,
the feel of his flesh against mine, and how powerful my orgasm
was...though, in my fantasy, like in the dream, we both came on each
other.


I purposefully held off cumming for the moment. I reached a hand between
my legs and touched my asshole. My fingers were not rough at all, but
after Dylan washed me there the first time, I found I loved it. Of
course, my fingers were smaller than his, but even gently pressing on the
spot made my dick drip with precum. I had seen enough porn online to know
some guys put fingers and other things in their ass, and though I was
curious about anal sex, I wasn't at all ready for that step. It just felt
good doing what I was doing; admittedly, it would've been better with
Dylan doing it instead.


Just as I was ready to cum on myself, I hastily wrapped my dick in the
briefs and gave into my orgasm. I put them under my bed, making a note to
swap them for a fresh pair when I got to Dylan's after school.


When I woke up the next morning the first thing I did was jerk off again.
Morning wood was always a thing, being a teenager, and I kept waking up
all night to my dick being hard. As I jerked myself, it only dawned on me
that I had slept completely naked, which was a first for me. I was always
too afraid of my mom bursting into my room unannounced and freaking out.


I utilized this new sensation and realization of my fantasy about Dylan,
wondering what it would be like to sleep naked with him. I wondered if I
could get away with it the next time we slept together. I could go to the
bathroom, come back, slide my clothes off and climb in next to him. I
don't think he'd freak out, but I wasn't sure if it was right to do
something like that to him.


After cleaning my cum up once more with Dylan's underwear, I sent him a
text. Still on naughty thoughts, I very briefly considered sending him a
suggestive pic. Clearly nothing with my junk, as I was still embarrassed
at him seeing me naked in person, even when we were alone, but I
considered a shirtless pic or something in my underwear...or even his (a
clean pair, obviously.) Of course, I didn't send him any naughty pics,
but I did send him a selfie I took on my way to school, along with a
message saying I loved him and hoped he was having a good day.


Just before I got to the school grounds, I got a text from Dylan: "I am
now. <3" Along with the message, Dylan sent a pic of his own. It looked
like he was in some kind of forest. He then sent another. "I hope you
have a good day at school, and remember to pick up your sister and wait
at my place till Nana comes and gets her, okay? And remember to text me
when you get home. I'll try to call, then. I love you."


"I love you, too, Dad," I wrote and sent one more selfie, which got me
a heart emoji in reply.


School sucked. I know I was a kid and everything, but I still didn't like
it. I was an okay student and did well with the subjects I liked, like
math and history, but if it was a subject I didn't care about, like wood
shop, I just wouldn't apply myself. Mom would get mad at me for failing
classes, but I just didn't care how to work a table saw, since I had no
desire to work in a mill when I got older. I wanted to be a teacher and
one that didn't teach useless crap.


We weren't allowed to use our phones at school, so I would go to the
bathroom during each class to send Dylan texts and read any replies he
sent, which weren't very many. At one point, he kinda told me off for
texting so much instead of being in class. I was a little hurt by it, but
I remembered that I'd be talking to him at least twice after school,
which made the scalding a little more bearable.


As was the plan, I picked Tiffany up from Head Start and we went back to
the apartments. Instead of using my new phone for the call, Dylan had set
up a camera on his Playstation. Tiffany wasn't nearly as excited to hear
Dylan as I was. After a few minutes, she decided she wanted to play,
which gave me more time with my crush.


"Did you sleep okay?" Dylan asked.


"Yeah, I slept pretty good," I said with a chuckle remembering how I
woke up.


"What's with the chuckle?"


Dylan was staying at his friend's house, and I wasn't sure if he was
alone or not, so I sent him a quick text then pointed at my phone. Dylan
looked a little confused at first then got the notification. He blushed a
little as he read my message: I slept naked. ;)


"I see," Dylan replied verbally. "Do you do that often?"


"First time," I said proudly.


"Well," he said, and I could tell he was a little nervous, "don't let
your mom catch you."


I chuckled again and sent another text. This one got a very nervous
giggle snort from him. I sent, "how about my dad, then?" I don't know
why, but my want to be naughty hadn't faded since jerking off that
morning.


"So, how was school?" Dylan asked completely sidestepping my text.


I wanted to push things but decided against it. I didn't want either of
us to get in trouble, though I did enjoy watching him squirm. The call
didn't last that much longer, so I played video games till Dylan's mother
came for Tiffany. She was a very nice woman and seemed to know a lot
about me from Dylan. She even insisted that I call her Nana, as well. It
seemed that he liked to talk about me just as much as I liked to talk
about him.


Once Nana and Tiffany were gone, I went to Dylan's room. I knew I
shouldn't be there without him being home. I was invading his personal
space, and even if I would've been okay with him being in my room, I knew
he might not feel the same towards me doing it. However, I just couldn't
stop myself. Something in me was in the mood to be bad. My original
intent was to get a pair of his underwear and leave. I had placed the
dirty pair I had cum twice on in the dirty laundry hamper in the
bathroom.


I walked over to the dresser across from the foot of the bed. It was an
average sized chest of drawers. I opened the top drawer and found his
underwear. He had so many pairs it was hard for me to choose. I ended up
getting the pair I think he wore when we went swimming at the public
pool. I held them up to my nose and inhaled. I got a boner right away.


Feeling brave, I moved some of the items around and didn't see anything
of note, so I closed the drawer. Still feeling naughty, I continued to
open every drawer. The second was his sock drawer and wasn't very
orderly. Even my sock drawer was better organized. The last three were
nothing but pants and shorts.


Next, I opened his closet and looked around. He had a lot of shirts and
jackets and shoes lined the floor. I didn't bother trying to look through
the dozen or so boxes. I was just looking around and for nothing in
particular.


I checked out his night stand, which was pretty basic with a lamp and
alarm clock. The night stand had two drawers, and one of them was locked.
Being a teenager, I desperately wanted to know what was kept in the
locked drawer; however, being a smart teenager that valued my own life
and love of Dylan, I didn't try to open it; however, one of the drawers
wasn't locked, so I opened that one.


At first, it looked like a junk drawer. There were a bunch of random
papers, prescriptions with child proof lids like the kind Mom always asks
me to open for her, and an assortment of just junk. I did find a couple
interesting items, like a large container of AA batteries, a box of
condoms and an MSD card. The condom box was open and practically full, so
I took one, and I took the MSD card. I just felt like it might have
something on it worth watching.


After looking around a little bit more, I locked up and went back to my
place. Mom was at work, so I went to my room, got out my laptop and put
the card in my device. I went to open it but couldn't. Apparently, it
required a password. Just to goof around, I used "Mikey," and though I
meant it as a joke, the drive opened revealing several files, many of
them pics and vids.


None of the files were named, instead they had the default "names,"
which were usually the date and file number of the time they were taken.
I scrolled out to see thumbnails and my heart began to race. Needing to
make sure what I was seeing was actually what they were, I began to open
them, starting with the pics. My mouth went dry and my cock was harder
than it had ever been.


Picture upon picture of Dylan, naked, in various poses. I thought he had
a large dick before, but seeing him in full glory made me reevaluate
everything. Keep in mind, I had seen him naked a couple times already,
but I saw more of him in these pics than I had ever before. One in
particular was very suggestive. Dylan was on his back (again, naked) and
his legs pulled back exposing his asshole. In his left hand, he held his
cum dripped cock straight up, and his right hand was between his legs,
with his middle finger buried deep inside. The look on his face matched
the lust I was feeling.


I, with great haste, pulled all my clothes off. I grabbed the fresh pair
of boxers and started jerking myself feverishly. I maintained eye contact
the entire time. But, I didn't want to cum yet. All the thumbnails
clearly were of Dylan naked in various sexual poses...which meant the
videos were, too.


I opened the first and nearly lost my load. This was an older video, and
I could clearly see a much younger version of Dylan, naked once again. If
I had to guess, I'd say he was 18 but not by much. He was muscular still
but the way young men are before adulting forced physical changes. He
looked nervously at the camera then off frame several times. It seemed to
me like he didn't like the idea of the camera but couldn't stop it.


Another figure entered the frame. A man, whose face was out of the shot,
also naked and very hard, approached Dylan. The man slapped his dick
against Dylan's face. With shaking fingers, Dylan grabbed the man's cock
and began to suck on it. I was very glad Mom was gone, because I let out
a rather loud moan of my own. I watched as Dylan blew the guy for at
least 10 minutes. My balls hurt from not cumming, but I just had to see
what happened next.


The man pushed Dylan's head away and, with a deep voice, told Dylan to
get on his hands and knees, which Dylan willingly obeyed. The man spit on
his dick before working it inside of Dylan's ass. Dylan's face dropped to
the mattress as loud moaning fell from his lips. I couldn't tell if Dylan
liked it or not, but it didn't stop the man, either way. I jerked my teen
cock, as Dylan got his teen ass plowed by the obviously much older man.
It seemed to take the man forever, as he worked up his speed, but after a
couple, very deep and painful looking thrusts, he let out a roar and kept
his dick buried deep inside of Dylan.


I couldn't help match my orgasm with the man's. I didn't have time to
cover myself with Dylan's underwear as I had planned. Instead they
shielded my face from the flood of cum that shot from my cock; however,
the rest of me and some of my bed and pillows didn't fare so well.


The man and I were breathing hard from our orgasms. I continued to watch,
as the man pulled out of Dylan, as a splash of cum fell onto Dylan's leg.
Then what the man said made my blood run cold. "Get cleaned up and do
the dishes before your mom gets home, and stop crying like a little girl.
You know you liked it." I have seen plenty of porn where the bottom is
degraded, but there was too much realism, too much cold indifference, in
the man's voice to make me think it was all part of the game. I laid
there, still soaked in my own cum, as a door slammed off camera. Dylan,
visibly shaking from head to foot and trying to hold back his hard
sobbing, got up, walked over to the camera, and turned it off.


"What the fuck?" Was all I could say.


***Coming Soon, Chapter 13***