Date: Fri, 13 Oct 2023 01:00:00 -0700
From: John Henry <niftyjhenry1988@gmail.com>
Subject: Wish You Were My Dad Chapter 13 (Gay/Adult Youth)

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Chapter 13


I ran back to Dylan's apartment, after I cleaned myself up, and put the
MSD card back in the drawer. I felt dirty having nor only seen the video
but having gotten off on it. It was one thing to be bad in a naughty way,
it was something completely different to see something that traumatizing,
while having an orgasm. I get that I had no clue ahead of time, but that
still is no consolation after the fact.


My next phone call with Dylan didn't go so well. As with the night
before, we waited till bedtime. As much as seeing his handsome face
calmed me, I still couldn't get the images of his abuse out of my mind.
Several times, Dylan asked what was wrong, and all I could say was that I
was just tired but didn't want to stop talking. I mostly answered Dylan's
"Dad" questions about my day, homework and my chores.


I began to wonder if Dylan saw me as a son to make up for what happened
to him. I assumed the man was either his biological father, uncle or
boyfriend of Nana's. He never talked much about his family, and I never
thought to ask.


The rest of the first week went about the same, though I grew less
nervous as time went by. I did have problems masturbating, since I kept
fixating on that horrible video. I was growing sexually frustrated by
that Friday.


Saturday was rough. Mom had to do overnight inventory, and with it being
the weekend, I didn't have to watch Tiffany. It was too cold to go
anywhere, so I was left pretty bored. I had a plan and got Dylan's
permission to stay at his place for the night. Not only did I have access
to his Playstation, he and I could talk more openly without Mom listening
in.


Dylan had some work to do in the morning, so I busied myself with some
Final Fantasy. I ate at my place, so I wouldn't mess up Dylan's very
clean apartment. The last thing he needed was to come home and deal with
a mess I may not have cleaned up properly.


Since I was at Dylan's until Sunday, I decided I could stay in my
underwear all day...actually, I wore another pair of Dylan's. I
rationalized that, since he was here to hold me, the least his boxer
briefs could do was hold my junk. All I can say in my defense is that I
was a teenager who was in love and perpetually horny.


Dylan called around noon. He was dirty and looked exhausted. Apparently,
he had been hired to help clear an insanely large blackberry patch on
some farm land. They were in the process of cutting everything down
still, which had take most of the week to do. He was working on Saturday,
so they could bring in some heavy machinery to get rid of the roots
instead of trying to do both all at once.


"You look like you could use a shower," I said, taking a bite of my
grilled cheese sandwich.


"Really, Captain Obvious? I hadn't noticed," he replied and we both
laughed. "You seem to be in a better mood today."


"I'm always in a better mood when I'm talking to my dad."


This made Dylan smile. "Then we should talk more often."


"I know, right?! The only way that'll happen is if Mom lets me move
in."


"I can't afford that kind of child support. You'd eat me out of house
and home."


"Too late," I said, putting the last of my sandwich in my mouth. We
both laughed again.


"Got any plans for your birthday?"


"Mom has to work that night, and I have school, so we're going to do
something tomorrow night. Since she's doing inventory tonight, she'll
have to sleep most of the day, which probably means pizza and a movie."


"Then we'll have to do something special for your birthday for sure when
I get back. I'll send her a text and see what can be arranged."


"Yeah? Like what?"


"I'm not telling you. It'll be a surprise."


"Can't be a surprise if I already know about it."


"That's not entirely true. You know there's a surprise, but you won't
know the particulars. I'm pretty good at keeping secrets."


"Like you love me?"


Dylan chuckled and said, "That's hardly a secret."


"True," I said. Dylan's lunch was almost over, and I asked, feeling
sad, "I wish you were here."


"Me too, Mikey. Me too." As Dylan stood and got ready for his next
shift, I did some stretching of my own. "Are those my boxers?" I heard
him say. Shit! I thought. I forgot I was only wearing them, and I had
stretched with my phone in my hand.


"Gotta go, Dad! I love you!!" I practically shouted as I ended the
video call.


A couple minutes later, I got a text from Dylan that said, "You're
grounded!"


I laughed and replied, "Why don't you spank me?" It wasn't until after
I sent it that I realized how inappropriate it was. Before I could
apologize, Dylan sent his reply. "Maybe I will?" Which was then
followed by the devil face emoji. I was left with no choice but to jerk
off after that.


The rest of the day was as boring as the first part. I eventually ran out
of video games to play, so I resorted to movies and Netflix. I managed to
muster the strength and will to go to the store and get myself some
energy drinks and a Coke. Unfortunately, the sugar and caffeine wasn't
enough. I was also hoping to get another call from Dylan, but he had sent
a text saying he was still working but would talk to me later. I jerked
off at least two more times, having discovered a couple new videos I
liked, none of which reminded me of the one in Dylan's drawer.


It was getting late by the time I chose to go to bed. Dylan hadn't called
or sent any further texts, so I assumed he was too tired and would call
in the morning. I took a shower, jerked off once more, and went to bed in
Dylan's room. I tossed the towel to the floor and pulled the blankets
back. I took a deep, settling breath and climbed in. My bed was fairly
comfortable, but Dylan's was like laying on a brand new pillow. I wiggled
my naked body to the middle and inhaled my favorite scent, while feeling
rubbing my hard dick all over the bedding.


I considered looking at the MSD card again, but only for the pics he had
on there, but I couldn't risk seeing even a clip of that video. I have no
doubt that I would've looked at the pics and other vids had it not been
abuse video. If it had been kind, loving and consensual, I might have
even considered making a copy for myself.


It didn't take long to fall asleep. Imagining Dylan next to me, pulling
me into him and holding me close was all I needed most nights. Despite
the cold outside, Dylan's bed was nice and warm.


"Why are you naked in my bed?" I heard, whispered, in my ear.


My eyes flew open. I let out a shriek. Although I was still half asleep,
I felt a large body next to me in the bed. I jumped and spun around. The
room was very dark still and my eyes refused to focus. "What the fuck?
Who?" I muttered, still trying to clamber away from the stranger next to
me.


"Relax," I heard Dylan's voice say, as the bedside lamp came on. There
was a look of genuine concern on his face, which also had a very impish
grin. "Surprise," he said, lamely.


"Don't do that!" I demanded, trying to catch my breath and wondering if
that was what a heart attack was like. I weakly swatted at him, and only
got a chuckle in return. "How long have you been here?"


"Not that long. I thought you might still be up, and when I saw you were
in bed, I took a shower and decided to join you, and that's when I
noticed you weren't wearing anything. I mean, it's difficult not to
notice when your 13-year-old son's naked boner hits your hand as you
cuddle up to him." With that, Dylan slipped a hand under the blanket and
tapped the head of my dick. I let out an involuntary moan, which caused
him to chuckle again.


"I can put on my underwear--"


"--You mean, MY underwear?" I paused, waiting for the lecture, but
there wasn't one. Instead, Dylan grabbed me and pulled me against him.
"It's a little late now, don't you think?" He said and kissed me on the
lips. I rolled into him and sadly noticed that he wasn't naked and was in
his underwear.


After our lips parted, I asked, "Why aren't you at work?"


"It started to snow, so we were given tomorrow off. I don't know when
I'll be back or even if I have to return. All of my work is done, and I
was only going to stay and help when the tractor and stuff got there if
they needed it. If the ground freezes, there's no point. I get paid
either way."


"So I have you all to myself tomorrow?" I smiled up at him and
playfully pressed myself closer to him.


"Sure looks like it," he said, returning the smile.


"Good." I hugged him tightly, trying to make up for the time we missed.


"So, about my underwear...."


"I'll wash them," I offered.


"I don't think that's the point, Mikey. You've been going through my
things without permission and taking my things without permission, too. I
know about the pair you took months ago."


"Oh," I said, guilt setting in. "I'm sorry."


"It's okay. If I was that mad about it, I would've said something;
however, if we're going to trust and love each other, you need to not
sneak around and do things that violate my privacy, okay? I wouldn't do
that to you."


"I'm sorry," I repeated and meant it.


"Again, it's okay," he said and gave me a big hug, before continuing
playfully, "but next time, I might have to spank you."


"Promise?" I said, and giggled.


I felt Dylan's rough hand slide down my back, pause then move away,
before slapping my bare ass. It wasn't hard at all, but I never actually
thought he'd do it, let alone while I was naked. I looked up into his
face, with a look of shock but not horror. It was a sensation that caused
my dick to twitch against him...and I wanted him to do it again.


"You seemed to like that just a little too much, didn't you, Mikey?"
Dylan whispered.


"I don't know," I whispered back. "You could try again, you know, for
science?"


Dylan actually snorted with laughter from that one. I turned a deep red
and buried my face in his chest. "I guess I could...for science." He
gave me another quick tap on the ass, and as expected, my dick twitched
as I gave a little squeak, which caused Dylan to laugh again. "God, I've
missed you," he said, kissing my head and holding me close.


I pulled away from his chest and kissed him on the lips. "I've missed
you more," I said.


"I bet you have, considering you've been wearing my underwear and your
boner is still poking me."


"I can't help it."


"No?" He said, his voice sounding soft yet dry. "Maybe I can." My
heart nearly stopped as I felt Dylan's hand move off of my butt, over my
hip and between us. I gasped as he took hold of my dick. "Is this what
you want?" He asked with as much seriousness and consideration as he
could muster.


"Yes," I said, hoping I was conveying the same sentiment. "More than
anything."


"If we do this, do you promise me that you won't ever say a word to
anyone, no matter what?"


"I promise."


"Mikey, I'm very serious. Nobody can know about this, not ever. Do you
understand what I'm saying? No-one! Not your Mom, not any friends, not
your Grandma, no-one. Do you understand?"


"Yes," I replied. "I promise this stays between you and me."


Dylan sighed and said, "Okay, then." He let go of my dick and wiggled
around before tossing his underwear onto the floor. He rolled back over
and pressed our naked bodies together. "I love you, Mikey," he
whispered, as he pressed his forehead into mine. "The time we've had
apart has only made me realize more and more that I'm in love with you,
too."


My heart swelled with his words. "Do you mean that?"


"More than anything. I don't think I've had these feelings for anyone
before, and it scared me that I was having them for someone so young. I'm
still scared, Mikey. So much can go wrong and so many people, including
you, could get hurt, but you're all I've been thinking about since last
week when you told me you love me. You still do love me, right? I haven't
missed my chance, have I?"


I leaned in and kissed Dylan as my answer. His arms seemed to wrap around
my whole body as we held that embrace. I was the one who initiated it, as
I parted my lips a little and stuck out my tongue. Without hesitation,
Dylan opened his mouth and let me enter. I'm sure I was a bad kisser;
after all, I was a young kid who had never done it before, but I followed
Dylan's movements and we found a rhythm. We must have kissed for
hours...at least it felt like it. Time became very irrelevant.


Dylan wrapped his arms around me again and held me as close as he could
without crushing me, though a little crushing would've been okay with me.
I felt both of our cocks dripping precum on each other. Dylan slid his
dick up and down mine, and it was driving me wild. I didn't mind that his
dick was almost twice my size, and he didn't seem to care about mine
being smaller either. We were in love, after all.


"Are you doing okay?" Dylan asked, a little out of breath.


"Yeah, I'm good. You?" I was also out of breath. My head was swimming
and my heart was still racing.


"I'm doing alright," he replied with a chuckle. He caressed my face and
smiled down at me. I felt like I was the only person on the planet. He
looked deep into my eyes, and I felt the love I had been missing my
entire life. The realization that I had everything I had ever wanted
leaning over me, holding me, and loving me back was too much and I
started to cry. "Hey, what's wrong?" Dylan looked like he was about to
panic.


"Nothing's wrong," I whimpered. "Everything is perfect now."


"I see," he said, smiling once more. "These are happy tears." He
softly wiped them from my face and missed my forehead.


"Yeah. I'm so happy, Dad. I don't want this night to end."


"I know, Baby. Neither do I. I can't make time stop, but for tonight,
time doesn't have to exist. Tonight, it's just you and me. What do you
say?"


"I'd like that," I said, trying to calm myself down.


"Same here. I love you so very much."


"I love you, too."


"Can I give you something special?" Dylan asked.


"Sure," I replied.


He pulled back the blankets, exposing our naked bodies to the light. We
were both very hard, and I soaked in as much as I could. Dylan was so
handsome, and his muscles stood out more due to the shadows cast by the
lamp light. Dylan gently pushed me onto my back then grabbed my cock once
more.


"When was the last time you played with yourself?"


"When I took a shower before bed," I replied, feeling nervous and
excited.


"Good. You should last a little longer then." Dylan gently kissed me,
spit on his hand and started to jerk my cock.


"Uh," I said, as every nerve in my body convulsed. His rough, strong
hands took control in ways I couldn't have imagined, and believe me, I
tried. Anytime his hand got dry, he would spit in his hand, otherwise,
his lips stayed on mine. He took his thumb and rubbed it all over the
circumcised head of my dick, slicking it with precum. Every time he did
that, my whole body shook, I was so sensitive. Instinct took over, and I
began to move my hips with his hands. Occasionally, he'd stop and rub my
balls or my taint; however, it was the discovery of my baby G spot that
got his attention.


"You like that, huh?" He said with a devilish grin, after accidentally
touching my hole, causing me to let out a rather loud gasp.


"Yes, Sir," I said.


"'Sir'? I think you can do better than 'Sir,' don't you?" Dylan shifted
himself to a sitting up position. He turned around, so he was facing me.
I could see his huge cock pointing right at me, as if daring me to touch
it. I had not yet, and I guess I was waiting for permission and too
afraid still to ask.


Dylan stuck the whole of his right middle finger in his mouth and pulled
it out. It was very slick with spit. He then spit on his left hand. Once
more, he took hold of my dick, though with his left hand. With his right,
he put it between my legs and I could feel him searching for my hole.
"Don't worry," he said, "I'm not going to put it in you. I'm just
going to tease you a bit. I think you'll like it."


I nodded my consent and gripped the pillow under my head. Dylan, once
more jerked me off, but it was his solo finger that caused me to writhe
about. My legs and hips moved about, unable to deal with the sensations I
was experiencing. I was moaning loudly, hoping I wasn't going to wake
anyone up.


It didn't take long until my balls emptied in an explosion of boy juices.
"Daddy!" I cried out, as the waves of orgasms filled my body. I felt
cum cover me from my face all the way down to my thighs.


"Jesus," Dylan said, as his dick began to shoot his own load all over
his legs, feet and even me. Some of it hit my open mouth. At first, my
instinct was to spit it out, but I licked what was left on my lips and
swallowed, making sure to remember the sweet taste; I wanted more.


Dylan got off the bed and grabbed the towel I brought in earlier. It took
two or three towels to properly clean everything up, especially me. In
fact, we took another quick shower, since some got in my hair, too. Once
we and the bed were dry, Dylan pulled me back into his arms. "That was
so amazing, Mikey. It was better than I had imagined."


"You imagined having sex with me?" I asked playfully.


"Can I tell you a secret?"


"Yes."


"I've been wanting to do this since you helped me wash my truck."


"Really?" I was genuinely shocked.


"Really. How could I not? You're so damn cute."


"Shut up," I said, blushing like crazy.


"You know you are," he said. We kissed for a while, but we needed to go
to sleep.


"Hey," Dylan said, just as I was dozing off. "Can I tell you something
else?"


"Yeah," I yawned.


"I love you."


I kissed him on the lips then said, "I love you more. Good night,
Daddy."


"Good night, Mikey."


***Coming Soon, Chapter 14***