Date: Fri, 12 Jan 2024 02:00:00 -0700 From: John Henry Subject: Wish You Were My Dad Chapter 19 (Adult Youth) DONATION: Nifty is a not-for-profit organization that heavily relies on our donations to keep the site free and accessible. Your donations pay for web hosting fees and other day-to-day activities for the wonderful staff of editors/publishers. You can donate on the website at http://donate.nifty.org/ Every little bit counts. DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction, and contains explicit, sexual content involving adults over the age of 21 and minors under the age of 13, If viewing this material is illegal where you live, OR you're a minor under the age of 18, please stop reading this. If you're not sure about this legatilty, please stop reading until you have looked into your own, local laws. Any likeness or similarity between persons, places, products or concepts are purely coincidental. If you would like to leave any positive feedback, please let me know. Thank you. Chapter 19 The next week was nice and simple. Mom had to do a lot of extra shifts in preparation for the end of the year inventory, which was going to take all weekend. "Are you sure it won't be a problem?" Mom said to Dylan that Thursday. "I don't want to put you out." Dylan chuckled and said, "You mean I get to have my son for the whole weekend? It's honestly fine, Clare. He's been a great help since I hurt myself. It's the least I can do." I almost squealed with excitement, but did my best to pretend like it was no big deal. I was finding it very difficult to keep my relationship with Dylan a secret. It wasn't that I wanted to tell anyone, but it was pure torture to pretend that seeing him wasn't the best part of my day and that, every time I saw him, I wanted to run into his arms and kiss him...or pull down his pants and blow him. Mom stayed up all night on Thursday and slept in on Friday. While she was asleep, I packed my bag and went over to Dylan's. I let myself in and noticed all the nights were off and the place was unusually quiet. I wondered if Dylan and Tiffany had gone somewhere then remembered that Dylan still couldn't drive. I set down my bag in the living room and checked Tiffany's room; she wasn't there. I crossed the hall and quietly opened Dylan's bedroom door. "Hey Baby," he said, "I was wondering when you were going to find your way over." My throat went dry, my mouth fell open and my cock went rock hard. Dylan was naked and laying on top of his blankets, slowly stroking his lubed up dick. Without hesitation, I pulled off all my clothes and jumped onto the bed. I moved Dylan's hand and hastily replaced it with my own. "I can't believe you started without me," I said, gripping his dick tight just the way he liked it. "I woke up thinking about you and couldn't help myself," Dylan replied, while moaning. "God, I love how your hands feel." I have to admit that I had been playing this scene out in my head since my birthday. Obviously not the part with Dylan already naked and lubed up as I came in, but the possibility that, once we were naked and fooling around, we could go further...that I could go further.... I was on my knees between Dylan's legs. His eyes were closed as he fully enjoyed my touch. His dripping cock looked so huge in my hands. I lowered my face and got a closer look. With each bump of Dylan's pulse, a tiny amount of precum dripped out of the fat head of his cock. The veins lined his shaft making it look thicker than it felt. My heart beat in my chest so much I could hear the pounding in my ears. I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue just a little and brought my head down, closing my eyes. Dylan gasped a little as my mouth took the head of his cock. It was slick from his excitement and even more so now with my drool. He lasted amazing. To this day I couldn't describe it, but now that I had tasted his flesh, I knew I could never live without it. His head was smooth, even without the lube and precum. It was like a fleshy lollipop, so I just sucked on it. I felt Dylan twitch and squirm a little as I focused solely on his head. His hands came up and cupped my face. "Oh my God, Baby. Are you sure you're ready for this? I don't want you to think you have to, because I did it for you." I lifted my face and looked into his lustful eyes. "I've been wanting to do this for a long time, Daddy. Please, don't make me stop." "If this is what you want, Mikey, I'd never make you stop. I love you so much." "I love you, too," I replied and went back to sucking on his cock. Through trial, error and a very patient boyfriend, I was able to go halfway down Dylan's shaft before triggering my gag reflex. He also taught me how to give head without using my teeth. Though I wasn't a master at using my tongue like he was, I think I did a good enough job. "Holy shit," Dylan said as he shot his load in my mouth. I did the best I could to swallow his load, but it was more than I could do for my first time. A good majority of it got all over my face, with the rest flowing down his shaft, over my hands and ending on my balls and belly. Not wanting to waste anything, I licked up all I could find, even causing Dylan to twitch some more when I licked his cock clean. Once we were certain I had cleaned us both up, Dylan pulled me into his arms and kissed me. We spent a good, long time kissing and rubbing our naked bodies against each other. "That was a big step, Mikey," Dylan said, holding me against him. "I'm very proud and impressed." "Thanks, Dad. Is Tiffany with Nana and Papa?" "For the entire weekend, so we have the place all to ourselves." "Awesome," I said. "So we can just lay here and have sex the entire weekend?" Dylan chuckled and said, "As much as I love you, I don't think I could do it the entire weekend. Besides, I thought we could go out and have some fun." "What about your leg?" Despite the walking cast, Dylan still had to use crutches to get around and still wasn't driving. "I thought we'd take a cab downtown to the New Years Party. What do you think?" "Yeah, that could be fun, but since that's tomorrow night, does that mean we can be naked and have sex all day today?" "You're insatiable." "I don't know what that means, but I'll take it as a complement," I said, as I started to stroke Dylan's cock for round two. Despite my desires, Dylan insisted that we try to act like a normal couple, though we did spend the entire time in the apartment naked. Well, I was forced to put on a pair of shorts when the pizza delivery guy came by. Even I wasn't willing to get us caught over a few slices of pepperoni. After dinner, Dylan put on some movies. I was curled on top of him, while we laid under a blanket on the couch. At some point we fell asleep and stayed there the entire night. We shifted a few times, but we never thought to go to the bedroom. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I'm sure I realized that Dylan and I were an actual, real couple. We didn't have sex to show how much we loved each other, nor was sex a substitution for intimacy. Sex was an expression of our love, but it wasn't the only expression. Being close, comfortable and cared about, without fear of disappointment, hang ups about our significant age difference, or paranoia about being caught. We were careful not because we were doing something illegal. We were careful because we couldn't imagine living life without the other. I have little doubt that the more close minded person would disagree with me, claim that Dylan had groomed me, and that I was experiencing some form of Stockholm Syndrome. But I assure you, dear reader, I was in no such situation nor suffering from such delusions. I may have been barely 14 at that very moment, but I know then as I know now, what I was experiencing was pure, honest love. I woke up to Dylan softly stroking my hair and my face buried in his chest; the perfect way to be woken up. "Morning, Beautiful," he said, as I opened my eyes. I instantly blushed and said, "Morning," closing my eyes once more. I shifted my hips so our morning woods were pressed against each other. Dylan kissed my head and held me tight. "I could stay like this forever." "As you wish," I replied, thinking of a line from my favorite old movie. "With that said," Dylan continued, "we need to get up and ready for tonight." "That's hours away!" I protested. "The party downtown is, yes, but I have other plans for us." "Like what?" "It's a surprise," he said, lifted my chin and kissed me. As I was distracted, he slid a hand down my back and grabbed my ass then slapped it playfully. "Come on," Dylan said, shifting his body to get off the couch. "But I don't want to get up," I whined, trying desperately to pull him back down. "Up now, Mister, or you're grounded." "Yes, Daddy," I said. We took a shower and got dressed. Dylan looked at my clothes and shook his head. "For a gay kid you have a bad fashion sense." "No," I said, bitterly, "I'm a gay kid with a poor fashion sense. I'm Goodwill not Gucci." "Sorry," Dylan said. "I shouldn't have said that." I looked at Dylan. I could tell that he was genuinely sorry. "You clearly make more than Mom does. I don't know how you qualify for low income housing, and that's none of my business, but everyone here is poor and we struggle for what we get. I get teased and bullied all the time for it at school, so I don't appreciate being bullied by you, even if you're playing around." "I understand," Dylan said, sitting on his bed. "I honestly didn't mean to hurt you." I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. "I thought your dad was a child molester who was raping you. I think we're even." "You really are the most amazing person I've ever met, you know?" "Given that you're like a hundred years older than me, that's saying something." "A hundred, huh?" Dylan said, with a rye smile. "At least," I replied, smiling wide. Dylan kissed me passionately and said, "You know I can't let that go, right?" He then tickled me till I begged him to stop. After getting dressed, we took a cab to a diner for breakfast. The place was nice and rather busy. "Where's table four's order?" A handsome Hispanic man called out from behind the counter. "On its way, Diego!" Someone yelled back from the kitchen. The man named Diego turned his attention to us and put us in a booth near the counter. Dylan ordered us drinks. "Earth to Mikey," he said, waving a hand in my face. "Huh, what?" I shook myself back to reality. "I see I'm not the only Daddy you want," he whispered. "There's nothing wrong with that, is there?" "No, nothing at all, but I also don't like sharing." Dylan winked at me, and I blushed again. "Here you guys go," Diego said, dropping off Dylan's coffee and my juice. I did everything I could to not look at our waiter, unfortunately he asked me, "I have a son about your age. Do you go to Madison Junior High?" "No, I go Adams," I replied. "Nice, I guess you'll be going to Wilson High next year." "Yeah." I felt very awkward avoiding eye contact. "My mom teaches at Madison," Dylan said. "Oh yeah," Diego said, "What does she teach?" "Health, I think." "Oh," Diego became very serious. "I think my son owes your mother an apology if he hasn't already." "What for?" "Well, he got into a fight in her class on the first day of school." "Don't worry about it too much. She's been doing the job for a long time." "Still, though. Anyway, are you ready to order?" The food was pretty good, and Diego was very friendly and even gave Dylan a "father and son" discount. Dylan thought it was more of an apology for Diego's son's behavior, but he accepted it, nonetheless. From the diner, we took another cab to the mall, where we wandered around, with Dylan in an electric scooter. He insisted on buying me a set of nice clothes, so I got a pair of slacks and a button down shirt. "Do I need a tie for whatever you have planned?" I asked. "Sure, why not?" "I was joking." He leaned in and whispered, "Yeah, but I bet you'd look totes adorbs, though." My face turned red as I said, "My God! Stop!" Then, I grabbed a matching tie. Given how much we had, we found a small coffee place downtown and talked. Dylan told me about his life growing up. He and his sister, Kelly, were pretty close till she started doing drugs in high school. His parents were high school sweethearts who lost touch when his mom went to college and his dad went into the Navy. They reconnected through mutual friends after his enlistment ended. They had been seeing other people at the time, but eventually ended up single a year later. They married and had Kelly. A couple years later, Dylan was born. Nana became a teacher and Papa worked construction. "It was their marriage that made me both want to have a nuclear family but also kept me in the closet," Dylan said. "Were you afraid your parents would reject you?" I asked. "No," Dylan replied, "My parents are very liberal, but I know they wanted grandchildren. Once it became obvious that Kelly was using, I felt I had to give them what they'd always wanted. I wasn't out at the time, so I pieced things together. I had a couple girlfriends in high school but, obviously, nothing worked out. "I knew I was gay at a very young age. My first crush was on a kid named David. He had a smile that drew me towards him. Being five, I didn't know why I liked him, but I didn't want to leave his side at school. My mom told me she knew back then, because I used to cry when David would get on the bus to go home." "What happened between you two?" "He moved schools a couple years later. I looked him up on Facebook a while back, and he's got a wife and three kids." "That sucks," I said. Dylan laughed and said, "He's straight, so highly doubt anything would've happened between us. Plus, if I were with David today, I wouldn't have the cutest boyfriend there is." "Stop," I said in hushed tones, while blushing. Dylan told me that he eventually came out in college, unable to keep it to himself. Shortly after, Kelly got pregnant, had Tiffany, and then died. His parents had custody but weren't able to raise another kid, after Papa had a work accident that made Nana cut back her hours at work. "I had to step up and adopt Tiffany. I was the right age and had the ability to do it. I started my landscaping job in high school to make extra money, so it was pretty easy to make that full time. I've been hiding money from the government until I can get my own place for the two of us." "Won't you get in trouble for that?" I asked. "If I get caught, sure, but my dad is a co-owner, so he reports the taxes on it, while saving the rest in an account in his name. He has a pension and the insurance money from his job, so they don't need my money. Once I get my own house, my dad will 'retire' from my business, and I'll start claiming everything in my name. I just can't afford to buy a house and cover everything right now." "Wow, you sound like you get it all taken care of." "Trying to, anyway." We kept talking and talking. I didn't think I had much to tell him, since I've spent as much as I could with Dylan, but everything was so easy that I opened up about my entire life, including watching him from a distance and wanting to be with him. Apparently, he had it figured out just before asking me to help him over the summer. "Oh," I said, having just remembered, "My grandmother wants to meet you." "What? Why?" Dylan replied, sounding shocked and concerned. "Um," I said, my heart racing, "please don't be mad, but...she knows...about us." "What?!" Dylan said, barely able to keep his voice down. "Mikey, why would you tell her?" "She figured it out after Mom told her that I was spending time with you. My grandmother is very smart. She knew I was gay before I came out. It's like she's psychic." Dylan dropped his head into his hands. I couldn't tell if he was crying or not, and my heart broke. I panicked and begged, "Dylan, please trust me. If Grandma was going to do anything bad, she would've already. The fact that Mom asked you to keep me this weekend proves that Grandma isn't going to say anything. I promise it'll be alright." "You can't promise that, Mikey." "I can! I know her. She only wants me to be happy. She even told Mom to back off because Mom was thinking you're a bad man like her ex-boyfriends. Grandma won't do anything that'll separate us. Please, Dylan, please! Please trust me!" Dylan sighed heavily. I could tell he wanted to cry, which made me cry instead. "Okay," he said. "I trust you." He stood up, rounded the table and pulled me into his arms. I cried like a baby, but I was scared I had lost him. "I love you, Daddy," I whispered between sobs. "I love you, too, Baby," he whispered back. A waitress came over and asked if everything was okay, and Dylan said that we had a loss in the family. Though he was trying to be dismissive, the waitress gave us our drinks for free when when left. "Where are we going next?" I asked, still a little shaken. "Well," Dylan sighed, "I think we have time to see your grandmother, don't you?" The cab pulled up after a few minutes. It was freezing outside, which helped disguise my shaking from anxiety. Dylan held my hand the entire ride to the nursing home. It was about 4pm when we arrived, so there was still visiting time left. I checked us in at the nurse's station and led the way. I knocked and saw that Grandma was awake, though still not looking well. "Hi Grandma," I said, as we entered. "Hi Michael," she said warmly. "And you must be Dylan. I've heard a lot about you." "All good I hope," Dylan replied. "Depends on who's talking. My daughter doesn't seem to trust you, and we both know how Michael feels, don't we?" "Yes, Ma'am," Dylan said. His tone matched his uncomfortable stance. He was stiff with anxiety. "Relax, Mr. Miller. Chris Hansen isn't in the other room. I'm an old lady who doesn't have time for such bullshit. Michael, close the door and pull up a couple of chairs for you and your boyfriend. I'm sure he'd like to rest his leg." I gave Dylan an assuring look and grabbed a couple of chairs from across the room. Dylan sat down and his nervousness was still very apparent. "How are you feeling, Grandma?" I asked, taking my seat next to my boyfriend. "I've been better. Still haven't gotten my medication changed, but I'm sure your mother is on it." "I'm sorry about your situation," Dylan said. Grandma gave a slight chuckle and said, "That's what happens when you get old, my dead man. You don't look as old as I was led to believe." "Thanks?" "It's not an insult, Mr. Miller." "Please, call me Dylan." "And you can call me Merriam. That is unless things become very serious with Michael, then you can call me Grandma." Dylan blushed, and I instinctively took hold of his hand. At first, he started to pull away but then relaxed. "Michael, dear, would you please get me a Diet Coke and candy bar from the vending machine? My wallet is in the closet by the door." Having seen Grandma do this to Mom, I knew she wanted to talk to Dylan in private. "Yes ma'am," I replied. "You'll need to use the machine on the third floor. The one down here is out of order." "Yes ma'am." I squeezed Dylan's hand and kissed him on the cheek as I stood. "I can go," Dylan offered. As he started to stand, Grandma said, "Nonsense, Dylan. Michael knows exactly where it's at, and it won't take him all of ten minutes, isn't that right, Michael?" "It's fine, Dylan. I'll be back." It was weird calling him by his first name, but I hoped by doing so it would convey that there was no alternative. The facility wasn't that large, so I took Grandma's last statement to mean that she wanted 10 minutes alone with Dylan. I went to the first floor vending machines and found they were in working order. She might not be feeling well, but my grandmother was no fool. I looked at my phone, set a timer and began to walk around. I had been to the nursing home many times, so most of the staff either said, "Hi," or ignored me. I found a little sitting/TV area at the end of the unit and waited, hoping I still had a boyfriend when I got back. When my time was up, I walked back, trying not to run. Dylan was one of the most important people in my life, and I was so scared of losing him. I got to the door and was shocked at what I heard: They were both laughing. "Your daughter sounds like a lovely handful," Grandma said, as I closed the door behind me. "She definitely is," Dylan replied. I was relieved when I heard his usual, confident self. "Here's your candy and soda, Grandma," I said, setting everything down on her night stand. "Did you have any trouble finding the machines?" She asked. "No ma'am." "Good boy," she said, giving me a small wink. Looked at Dylan who seemed back to normal. As I took my seat, he reached out and held my hand. I wanted to kiss him, but didn't want to push things, just in case. We stayed for another thirty minutes or so, since we were taking a cab. I kissed Grandma on the cheek and gave her a hug. "You have a good one there," Grandma whispered to me. "I think so, too," I replied in the same manner. "Dylan," Grandma said after I let go, "it was very nice to meet you, and hopefully, we'll see more of each other." "It was nice to meet you, too, Merriam, and I'd like that very much." After one more goodbye, Dylan and I left. Neither said anything until the cab dropped us off back downtown, which was starting to get very busy. We went back to the coffee place and sat in a corner booth away from a small crowd of high schoolers. "So, what did you think of Grandma?" I asked, preparing for a freak out. "She was actually really nice," Dylan replied, opening his menu. "That's good," I said. "What did you guys talk about after I left?" "Well," Dylan said, putting the menu down and looking me in the eyes, "she wanted to know if I felt about you the way you feel about me." "What did you say?" "I said, 'No, I don't.'" My heart sank. My eyes watered and my lip started to tremble. "I also said, '...that it would be impossible for me to feel the way he does about me, because I love him so much more than that. I'm risking my life, my freedom, Tiffany and everything I am and have to be with him.'" I got up and gave Dylan a hug. I wanted to kiss him so, so bad, and the fact I couldn't was such torture. I could only sob. "I love you." "I love you, too," he said, holding me tight, neither caring if anyone saw us. We spent the next couple of hours sitting next to each other and talking, again. This time, we talked about the future. Obviously, we talked about being together still once I graduated high school. Dylan thought I should go to college, but I wasn't feeling it. I didn't understand the need to voluntarily go to school for at least another four years after spending almost my entire life in school. "Come on," Dylan said, after 11:30pm. "We've got somewhere we need to be." "Okay?" I said, suspicions of his intentions. Given his lack of mobility, I knew we weren't going to the main celebration near the old town hall, since it was all standing room only. Another cab arrived, and we were driven to a nice motel near downtown. I was very confused as we entered. The place was packed, presumably for the celebrations nearby. The place looked expensive with high polished, bass fixtures, plush green and white carpeting, and someone was playing joyous music on a baby grand piano. Everyone was dressed up in suits and gowns. I suddenly felt better about the new clothes I was wearing. "Stay here," Dylan said. "Where you going?" I asked, feeling nervous around all those rich people. "I promise I'll be back, but I need you to stay here, okay?" "Okay." It felt like forever, but it couldn't have been more than 10 minutes when Dylan came and got me. We moved around the front desk and made our way to the elevators. We were the only ones who got on, as Dylan pressed the button for the 8th floor. I didn't say a word. I was feeling too nervous and excited. The elevator stopped on our floor, and we went to the room. Dylan slid the key card in the reader and opened the door. I gasped at the sight of it as Dylan nudged me in first. The room was lit with a couple dozen candles. A dozen red roses sat on a table near the balcony door. Next to the flowers was a bottle in an ice bucket that I assumed was champagne. There was a single bed with rose petals in the shape of a heart on it, with petals leading from the door to the bed. "Happy New Years, Baby," Dylan said, wrapping his arms around me from behind. "How? When?" I asked, in complete shock. "I paid one of my guys to set it up, but I booked the room the day after our first kiss." "Really? That was, like, forever ago!" "Um, I wouldn't say that long ago...." I turned around in his arms, looked him in the face and asked, "And you did this for us?" "For you, actually. Micky, I have never loved anyone more than I love you. Nobody has ever made me this happy as I am when I'm with you. My day sucks until I see your beautiful face. You are the first person I think of when I wake up, the last person I think of when I go to sleep, and I pray every night that I get to see you in my dreams. Even saying that I love you doesn't seem to be enough most of the time." I just cried. No-one ever talked to me like that ever. I had always felt like an outcast in school. I didn't have a lot of friends, and those I did have I wasn't very close to. It was hard making friends in the apartment, because a lot of them left, either because their parents got them kicked out or they went into foster care because their parents did something wrong. Aside from Mom, Grandma and Grandpa, I never felt wanted let alone loved, yet this man before me, whom I had only known a few, relatively short months, said he loved me more than words could express. I felt wanted and validated being with him. He was everything I ever wanted and more. "I can't imagine my life without you, Mikey. I never thought that I would ever find someone that I wanted to spend my entire life with, especially after I adopted Tiffany. And I know this must be too much for a 14-year-old to handle, because it's often too much for me to handle, too., but being with you makes my life easier to bear. If you were four years older, I'd be asking you to marry me right now." "Marry you?" I sobbed. The idea was mind blowing. "Yeah. I can't think of a reason not to, aside from your age. I'm not proposing, by the way, but I'm hoping to someday, provided you're still interested in being my husband by then." I was speechless. "Come on, let's go to the balcony and watch the fireworks." Dylan took my hand and we talked to the balcony. Despite Washington's size, the city didn't have very many tall buildings, so being on the 8th floor gave us a great view. There had to have been around a thousand people below us. Dylan went in and came back with two glasses. "Is this wine?" I asked, sniffing it. "Non-alcoholic sparkling cider," Dylan replied, with a chuckle. "I might be having sex with a minor, but I'm not about to give him booze." "Yes, you need to have moral standards," I replied. "Obviously." A cold wind brought Dylan and I close together. He grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around us. We sipped our sparkling cider and just watched the crowd below us. There was no ball to drop like there is in New York, but there was a largish digital clock that counted down the time. There was less than a minute on it when I asked, "I love that we're here, but why didn't we do this at home?" "Because there's a special tradition when the clock strikes midnight." "And we still couldn't do it at home?" "Nope. Do you want to go home?" "Not at all," I replied, leaning my head against his chest. "I want to be with you no matter where that is." "Same, Baby." The countdown started to begin...ten...nine...eight...seven...six... five...four...three...two...one...and the crowd erupted! Dylan spun me around, cupped my face in his hands and said, "Happy New Year, my love," as he leaned in and kissed me. It was soft and slow yet powerful. Passion and love enveloped the two of us. We didn't care that there were so many people around us, since nobody could see us. Once the kiss was broken I breathlessly said, "Happy New Year." ***Coming Soon, Chapter 20***