Date: Fri, 10 Nov 2023 02:00:00 -0700
From: John Henry <niftyjhenry1988@gmail.com>
Subject: Wish You Were My Dad Chapter 15 (Gay/Adult Youth)


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Chapter 15


The next several days were amazing yet frustrating. That Monday, Mom had
the day off and insisted that we spend some quality time together, since
she had to work on my birthday that coming Saturday. Don't get me wrong.
I love my mother, but I really wanted to spend time with Dylan, too. I
think she could tell my heart wasn't in it, because she frequently asked
me if I was okay. Looking back, I'm sure I came off as depressed, but I
couldn't tell her that I was actually love sick with the 30-something
neighbor down the way.


Since Dylan didn't have to go back to work, He met me every day after
school. He always greeted me with a smile and a hug, but I always wanted
a kiss instead. From my school, Dylan drove us to get Tiffany from Head
Start. It was only a block or so away, but Dylan always made sure to hold
my hand and tell me he loved me. That was about as much as we could do
together, since Tiffany was around. It didn't seem fair to either of us
to shut her away, so we could fool around. That, however, doesn't mean we
didn't have any of our own "quality" time, which mostly consisted of
kissing, touching each other over our clothes, and lots of cuddles.


"So, tomorrow you're turning 14. Feel old yet?" Dylan asked that
Friday, as we laid on his couch.


I was on top of him, which was our favorite position. I raised my head
off of his chest, looked at his gorgeous face and said, "I feel old all
the time."


"Yeah?" Dylan asked, confused.


"Yeah, especially when I'm feeling you, which is pretty damn old," I
said with a big grin.


"Oh, so it's like that is it?" Dylan said, feigning being offended.


I poked his belly and said, "Apparently so, old man."


With that, Dylan tickled me into a screaming fit of laughter, which
didn't stop till Tiffany came out and told us to stop. It was hard to
take her as seriously as she was trying to be. "I'm sorry, Tiff," Dylan
said. "We'll do better next time."


"Good," she said and went back to her room.


"Were we just told off by a 2-year-old?" I asked.


"Yeah, she takes playing with her dolls very seriously, so we can't be
too noisy," he replied with a chuckle.


"That probably leaves out jerking off then, huh?" I asked with a wink.


"With how loud you get, I'm surprised we haven't gotten in trouble."


I couldn't tell if he was being serious or not. I knew I was loud and
felt self-conscious about it. "Sorry," I said.


"You don't ever need to apologize for who you are, Mikey. I was the one
who helped bring that out in you, so if it's anyone's fault, it's mine
and mine alone. Besides, I think you're cute when you're moaning
'Daddy'."


"Oh my God," I said, burying my reddened face into his chest.


Saturday couldn't have come sooner. I was woken up by Mom just after
noon. We saw Grandma for a little bit and spent the rest of the time she
had before work talking about life and what I might want to do once I was
old enough to be on my own. Being in 8th grade, I never gave it any
thought. High school seemed too far away, still, and I was only an okay
student. We talked about college, which kinda scared me, and what jobs I
might want to look into. I know I could legally start working in two more
years, but the idea of getting a job and going to school was
overwhelming.


"Maybe I'll do landscaping with Dylan," I threw out. It wasn't a
serious thing, as I hadn't even pulled weeds before. Somehow, mentioning
Dylan pissed Mom off.


"You know he's not going to be around forever, right?" Her tone
definitely suggested she was ready for a fight.


I wasn't looking to have one, however. It was still my birthday, and I
didn't want to get into whatever beef she had with my secret boyfriend.
"Yeah, I know. I wasn't saying it to make you mad, Mom. I was just
throwing an idea out there. I honestly don't know what I want to do, and
I still have years before I even need to make that choice."


"I just don't want you to get your hopes up about him. You know what
these guys are like."


I assumed she meant the guys that most single mothers go out with. The
ones that leave the second they get what they want. Basically, the guys
she always fell for, like my birth father. "Dylan isn't one of those
guys, Mom."


"How would you even know?"


"Tiffany isn't his biological daughter," I said, thinking I probably
shouldn't have, but didn't want Mom to keep bad mouthing him for no real
reason. "She's his niece. He got custody of her after his sister died.
If he was one of 'those guys,' he wouldn't be taking care of her, would
he?"


Mom went silent. I could tell she was looking for something else to hate
about him. "He's not a bad man, Mom," I said. "He's kind and cares a
lot. I don't get why you hate him."


"I don't hate him, Michael. I just don't trust him."


"Why not? What has he done?"


"Nothing...yet."


I tried my best to not roll my eyes. "Would you just try to see him for
who he is instead of who you think he might be? It just doesn't seem fair
that you don't like him without a good reason."


We dropped the topic of Dylan until just before she left for work, when I
reminded her of my birthday party. It looked like she was about to start
another argument, but she just gave me a quick hug and left.


Right after Mom pulled out of the driveway, I changed into the clothes I
wanted to wear for my party and went right over to Dylan's. I knocked and
waited for him to answer, feeling very excited about the evening.


"Hey," Dylan said, sounding either upset or depressed.


My face fell at the sad look on his face. "Hi. What's wrong?" I asked,
feeling my happy mood disappear.


"Come in, and I'll tell you."


I walked passed Dylan, waited for the door to close before hugging and
kissing him. "What's going on?"


"I have...news."


We went to the living room and sat on the couch. "Mikey, there's been a
change of plans." My heart sank, and I was feeling anxious. "I don't
know how else to tell you, but your party is going to have to be
rescheduled." I could only nod my head. I could hear Mom in my head
saying, I told you so. Dylan took a deep breath, sighed heavily and said,
"We're going in an hour early...if that's alright?"


"What?!" I said, feeling both mad and happy. Clearly, I had been
pranked. "You jerk," I said, laughing while trying to fight back my
tears. Dylan laughed and tried pulling me into a hug. I protested and
half-assed fought him off. "That wasn't funny."


"Then why are you laughing?" He said, kissing me all over my face.
"Happy birthday, Baby."


"Thanks," I said, kissing him back. "You're still a jerk."


"I can live with that." Dylan gave me a big hug, and we made out for
several minutes. He pulled away and said, "You look absolutely adorable,
by the way."


"Stop," I protested, burying my face in his neck.


We made a couple of stops before heading to my party. The first place was
a department store. Apparently, Dylan thought I needed a new pair, since
I had grown a couple inches since the summer, and my current pair looked
too small and had about five too many holes. I normally only got new
shoes at the beginning of the school year, but Dylan decided to take
advantage of some Christmas sales. While we were there, Dylan grabbed a
couple packages of boxer briefs in my size. "So, you can stop stealing
mine," he said, into my ear.


"But I like wearing yours," I whispered back. "It's like feeling your
dick rubbing against mine."


Dylan blushed and didn't comment. Payback is a bitch.


We then got my cake (a triple chocolate sheet cake with raspberry
filling) and some balloons. We barely made it on time. Dylan reserved a
table at a pizza place in the shopping center where Mom worked. Not only
did I love pizza, it would allow Mom to come by for her lunch break and
not really miss anything. The balloons didn't seem necessary, as the
restaurant had decorated the area for us.


Dylan set down the cake and went to the counter for drinks and to place
our order. He got two pizzas and came back with a pitcher of soda . By
the time the pizza was ready, Mom was walking through the door. I was
waiting to see the jealousy on her face but was pleasantly surprised to
see none. Instead, she thanked Dylan for all the effort he put into the
party. He was a little taken aback but accepted the complement all the
same. He later told me that he was going to make a child support joke but
thought better of it, which I agreed was the better idea.


A few of my friends from school came, as well. We spent our time playing
games and eating. I watched as Mom and Dylan talked...and laughed! I
wondered if Mom was drunk, but I quickly remembered her dedicated work
ethic. Mom and I hugged before she went back to work, and even gave Dylan
a quick hug and thanked him for the party.


"What was that about?" I asked, after making sure Mom was out of ear
shot.


"Nothing. We just got to talking, and she kept thanking me for the party
and looking out for you."


"Are you two going to go out then?" I asked. I don't know why I did and
regretted it the second it came out of my mouth.


Dylan seemed to have also been weirded out by my question. "Um, no. I
don't think that would be appropriate given the circumstances." He gave
me a hug and whispered into my ear and said, "Besides, I already have a
boyfriend who might get seriously jealous."


I returned the hug and said, "Damn straight, he would."


"Language," Dylan chuckled before handing me more tokens for video
games.


I didn't get any presents from my friends for my birthday. I wasn't
expecting any, to be honest. When you're poor and friends with poor kids,
birthday presents are a luxury nobody could afford. Tiffany had been
picked up by Nana about 30 minutes prior to us leaving, since it was the
weekend. Nana got me a video game for my birthday, and I gave her a hug
and thanked her.


"If you and your mom aren't doing anything for Christmas, you guys
should come over. Papa and I would love to have you," Nana offered.


"I'll have to ask. We usually visit my grandmother on Christmas."


"Okay. Just let Dylan know as soon as you can."


I thanked her again.


After my friends left, I helped Dylan clean and pack everything up. On
the way home, Dylan held my hand and asked, "Did you have fun?"


I began to cry, as I was holding in my emotions the entire time. "It was
the best birthday ever."


Dylan pulled the truck over and pulled me onto his lap. We wrapped our
arms around each other, and Dylan kissed me several times. I think we
were both well aware that, with my growth spurt, we probably wouldn't be
doing that too much longer.


"I'm glad you're happy, Baby," Dylan whispered soothingly in my ear.
"You've made me so happy I wanted to repay you."


"Really?" I asked, pulling away, and looking into his beautiful eyes.
"I make you happy?"


"Every time I see your gorgeous face."


I didn't blush that time, since I knew he wasn't teasing me. "I love
you, Dad."


"I love you, too, Mikey. How about we go home, so I can give you my real
present?"


I looked at him with a mixture of confusion and excitement. "I thought
the party was my present?"


Dylan smiled, kissed me and said, "I guess you'll just have to see."


Apparently, Dylan had asked Mom if it was alright if I stayed the night.
She agreed, since she had the next two days off and was working late,
anyway. The second Dylan closed the front door, I was removing my
clothes. I didn't care if we did anything sexual. I just wanted as much
of my body touching him as possible. Hey, don't judge. I was a horny
teen, with a super sexy, adult boyfriend; you'd do the same in my shoes.


"Getting a little ahead of ourselves, aren't we?" Dylan asked, kicking
off his shoes.


"What do you mean?" I replied, playing coy.


Dylan chuckled and removed his own clothes. "Come on," he said, taking
me by the hand and pulling me into the bedroom.


He pulled back the blankets, picked me up, kissed me and tossed me on the
bed. I laughed as he jokingly jumped on top of me. Our naked bodies
writhed as we kissed and groped each other.


"Happy Birthday, Baby," he said softly, looking deep in my eyes.


"Thank you, Daddy," I replied, hoping he could see the love I felt for
him.


"Are you ready for my present?"


Given our present situation, I felt scared. I loved Dylan with all my
heart, but I wasn't ready for full on sex, yet. I was thoroughly enjoying
the mutual masturbation we had been doing. My voice quivered as I said,
"I think so."


Dylan looked at me with love and concern and said, "Don't worry, Mikey.
I would never, ever pressure you into doing anything you're not ready
for. If it's too much, please let me know, and I'll stop immediately,
okay? But you have to say something. Don't just deal with it or put up
with it because you don't want to upset me. I love you too much to want
to hurt you. Do you understand?"


I took a deep breath, still nervous, and replied, "I understand."


"Okay," he said, giving me a long, passionate kiss. "Just lay back,
relax and let me do all the work."


I was not prepared for what happened next. I mean, I had already seen
several porn vids, including Dylan's, so I knew what was happening, but I
had never experienced it; thus, I had no concept of what it would feel
like as Dylan kissed his way down my body, kissed the head of my dick
just before engulfing my entire dick in his mouth.


"Oh my God," I said, in a key lower than my normal tenor. I gripped the
sheets and lost my load. He hadn't been going down on me for more than a
couple of seconds. I was so embarrassed.


"Wow," Dylan said, having swallowed my load. "You taste amazing." He
saw the look on my face and asked, "What's wrong?"


"I-- I-- I didn't mean to cum that fast." I was still breathing heavily
and my head felt light, but in a good way.


Dylan chuckled and said, "It happens. I guess you really liked it,
then."


"I loved it," I replied, finally getting myself under control. "Can
you do it again? I probably will last longer now."


Dylan smiled and said, "Anything for the birthday boy."


Unlike the first one, I lasted a lot longer, and soaked in every
sensation. Dylan's mouth was warm and moist. His tongue slid up, down and
around my cock. The gentle pressure of his mouth sucking on my boner. The
way he licked around the head of my dick, even when he went all the way
down on me. The feel of his rough hands stroking my wet cock, and how
they rolled my balls around, as he bobbed up and down my shaft. He made
me cum three more times, with each orgasm being stronger than the last,
and he swallowed every drop I produced, which wasn't much by the end.


After an hour, I had to beg him to stop, because I was way too sensitive.
He pulled me into his arms and held me close, kissing me softly. "I love
you so much, Mikey. I can't imagine life without you."


"I love you, too, Daddy. Why can't this night go on forever?"


"I know, Baby. I feel the same way. Can I ask you a question and get an
honest answer?"


"Yeah."


"First, I want to say I'm sorry about the prank earlier. It seemed funny
at the time, but I completely underestimated how much you were looking
forward to the party."


"It's okay, Dad."


"No, it was mean, and I'm sorry, but as for my question: You looked
really upset, and I mean, more than I think you should've been. Can you
tell me what was going through your head?"


I had to think back, since my mind was still a little high from my first
blow jobs. "Mom thought I shouldn't get attached to you, because you
could leave at any point, and I'd never see you again."


"I see," he said. He gave me a hug and a kiss, which I returned. "I do
plan on moving out of here at some point, Mikey, but--" he added
quickly, seeing the pained look I had, "--but, I don't want to live too
far from you. I've actually been looking for a house in the neighborhood,
close to the schools. Tiffany has had so much instability, that I want
her to have a good home and not move around anymore, and I need to be
near you. I can't expect you to want to be with me forever, but I want
you in my life for however long you're wanting to be with me."


"That would be forever, then" I said, as I kissed him, trying to
express how much I was in love with him.


***Coming Soon, Chapter 16***