Date: Fri, 12 May 2023 01:00:00 -0700 From: John Henry Subject: Wish You Were My Dad Chapter 3 (Gay/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 3 For the rest of the summer, I would spend most of my free time with Dylan, and occasionally, Tiffany, who would spend a lot of time with Dylan's parents to give him a break. Having grown up with a single parent, it wasn't uncommon for grandparents to keep us kids over weekends or when things got to be too much at home. My grandma (my mom's mom, obviously) used to do the same till she had her stroke a few years prior to Dylan moving in. She now lived in a nursing home on the other side of town. Mom and I would go see her once a month at least. Anyway, I remember the first time Dylan took me to the public pool. I loved swimming but rarely got to do it. My favorite part of swimming was the changing room. Seeing all the naked men and boys gave me so many fantasies, especially when dads brought their sons. Sure, I got a little jealous, but seeing a nicely hung cock often made me forget about my lack of a male parent. It was a couple of weeks after the car washing when Dylan suggested we go swimming. It was still hot as Hell out, and there was no better place to go than the pool. I went to my apartment and got my things, including my trunks, and met him at his truck. "Do you know how to swim?" Dylan asked as he revved his engine. "Yep. Mom got me lessons when I was little. There used to be a pool here, but they closed it due to health concerns." "Health concerns?" He asked. "Yeah, the managers weren't cleaning it, so the mold and slime ruined the filter system or something like that. Either way, they took out the pool and put in the sandbox." "Yeah, because cat piss and shit is so much better," Dylan said with a laugh. It was true that the neighborhood cats treated the sandbox more as a litter box, so only the most brave or ignorant little kid would play in it. Dylan asked more about the complex prior to him moving in. I told him all fun, little stories I had growing up there. How we used to jump the fences to get to the grocery story faster, how we pranked Mrs. Cosgrove by ringing her doorbell and running away after she kept complaining about us kids hanging out in the playground after dark, and how, one time, Tommy Simpson snuck a couple of his mom's beers for us. "Sounds like you've had a lot of good times," Dylan said. "Yeah, I guess." "What's been the worst part, if you don't mind me asking?" "Not having a dad to tell all these things to," I replied. I felt my ears turn red with embarrassment. Dylan reached over, placed his hand on my bare knee and gave it a little squeeze; my dick went rock hard. "I'm sorry to hear that, Mikey. I know I'm not your dad, but you can talk to me about anything. You know that, right?" "Yeah," I said, noticing that his hand had not moved from my knee. I took a chance and placed my hand on his. Dylan looked over at me and gave him a smile that almost made me lose my load, and we drove like that the rest of the way to the pool. The place was packed and we had to wait in line due to being over capacity. I looked around and checked out some of the dads in line, and while a lot were attractive, Dylan was by far the hottest. Sweat began to form on his arms and exposed chest, which only accentuated his muscles. Watching Dylan didn't help my boner any. I wanted to cum so bad but had nowhere to do it. Once we got to the check in station, a sign read that minors had to be accompanied by a parent or guardian. The young woman at the register looked at the two of us and raised an eyebrow. "No minors allowed without a parent or guardian." "I'm his dad," Dylan said, without missing a beat. I almost came in my shorts at those words. "Really?" The teenager said doubtfully. "Yes, really," Dylan said firmly. "I wasn't much younger than you when he was born. Do I need to produce a birth certificate, a DNA test and a full autobiography?" "Whatever?" She said as she rang up the total. Satisfied, Dylan looked at me and asked, "Ready?" "Sure thing, Dad," I replied and smiled. Dylan blushed a little, grabbed my hand and led the way to the changing room. The changing area was almost empty, except for a few men and boys, most of whom were fully dressed, either in their swimwear or street clothes. One or two were completely naked, and I checked out the men as covertly as possible, watching as they dried themselves off. Dylan got us a single locker and started to change into his own trunks. He slowly removed his clothing, and I watched with bated breath. My heart raced as he removed his normal shorts and underwear. His dick flopped around as he stepped out of his clothes and put on his swimming shorts. I had already changed into my swimwear, so I sat on the bench watching. Dylan's ass was firm and smooth. His back and legs were just as muscular and attractive. He had no tattoos and minimal body hair, which only added his youthful appearance. "Ready, Mikey?" Dylan asked while tying his shorts. "Yes, Dad," I replied. Dylan laughed, winked and said, "I'm never gonna live that down, am I?" "Nope," I said, and went to the showers for a quick rinse. We were lucky enough to find a couple of deck chairs by the largest pool. Dylan had brought a smaller bag and removed two towels, goggles and a bottle of sunscreen. "Come here," he said, "we need to make sure you don't walk out of here looking like a lobster." Dylan squeezed out a generous amount of sunscreen from the bottle and started rubbing it all over my exposed skin. I felt dizzy at his touch. No man had ever touched me as much as Dylan was. He applied the thick, white liquid all over my face, ears, neck, chest, arms, legs and feet. He got my armpits and between each toe. He even went as far as to get some just under the waistband of my shorts, lightly grazing the top of my ass and crack, and slid his rough fingers up the legs of my shorts. If he had gone up any higher, he would've felt the precum my cock was leaking. "Alright," he said, surveying his work, "now it's my turn." He handed me the bottle and stood up. Oh my God! I cried out in my head. I did my best to repeat what Dylan had done to me. I applied a liberal amount to his back and chest, noting every curve of his muscles. I did my best to memorize his face by touch, like a blind person would. His legs were massive compared to mine, too, and I was worried about running out of sunscreen. After getting his feet and between his toes, I reached for his shorts. Although I had seen him completely naked twice already, it was a different experience touching even a small amount of those private areas. My hand shook just a little as I slid the tips of my fingers between the waistband of his trunks. His ass was as firm as it looked, and I felt a trace amount of pubic hair as I got to the front of his shorts. I squatted down and ran my hands up the legs of his shorts. I took a chance and ran my hands a little too high and felt the inner lining that was supporting his testicles. Dylan gave a small, nervous spasm at my touch. "Sorry," I said, avoiding eye contact. "It happens," he replied, sounding like he had a dry throat. He took the bottle from me after I finished. We walked to the edge of the pool, and Dylan said in a stern, parental way, "Remember: there's no goofing off. We don't want to get kicked out." "Okay?" I replied, feeling the remark was unwarranted, and with that, Dylan pushed me into the pool. I came out of the water, sputtering and seeing Dylan laughing. A lifeguard blew his whistle, and Dylan shouted, "My son slipped! I was just trying to catch him! Sorry." "Yeah, I'm clumsy like my old man!" I added. The lifeguard didn't seem convinced but let it go. Dylan jumped into the pool next to me, and when he came back up, he said, "Old man, huh?" "I mean, you are my dad, after all," I replied with a wink, which got me splashed in the face. We spent hours swimming laps and horse playing, making sure to not get any more warnings from the lifeguards. After a couple hours, we got out of the water. Dylan had us reapply the sunscreen before we laid back on the deck chairs. He had also brought some snack food and drinks. The food was kept cool by an ice pack Dylan covertly placed on my back, causing me to squeal and my voice to crack. "Cute kid," a woman nearby said to Dylan. "Thanks," Dylan replied, pulling me into a headlock and giving me a noogie. "He's got his mom's looks, but he takes after me, don't you, Mikey?" I was too busy pretending to fight back, while inhaling Dylan's body odor to reply. The woman tried carrying on the conversation with Dylan, but it was painfully clear that Dylan wasn't interested, as he would give quick answers or turn his attention fully to me. Soon, she gave up and moved somewhere else. I was glad she moved, as I felt she was interfering with my time. Dylan also seemed relieved, though he didn't say so. We went back to swimming for about another hour. Since the pool was closing for the day, the changing room was packed with the remaining men and boys. Dylan and I went to our locker, making our way around a father and his two little boys, all of whom were naked. As before, Dylan stripped off his clothes without a care. Even though that had been the third time seeing him naked, I was more than aware that he had never seen me naked. Although I had started puberty and could ejaculate, I didn't feel that I had developed enough, and seeing all these men with their huge cocks didn't help my confidence. "What's wrong?" Dylan asked quietly. "Nothing," I replied sheepishly. "It's okay. Nobody will judge you, Mikey. Trust me." I took a deep breath and pulled down my shorts, exposing my shrunken penis and pulled up testicles. Becoming aware of how much shrinkage I had suffered didn't help, and I also became aware that the two little boys next to us were looking at my naked body. One of them pointed and whispered something to their father, who quickly glanced my way. "Tyler, it's not polite to point and stare," the man chastised his son. "Something wrong?" Dylan asked the man. "Sorry," he replied, clearly sounding embarrassed. "My boys have never been in a changing room before, and he noticed you and your boy are circumcised." Taking this opportunity, I looked at the man and his boys' dicks, and noticed their foreskins. The man, himself, was also hung as fuck. He was even bigger than Dylan, though he wasn't as good looking. "It's all good," Dylan said with a smile. "Come on, Mikey. We need to get this water and sunscreen off of us." I nodded to the man and his boys before following Dylan to the showers to rinse off. When we got to the row of open shower heads, there were a good dozen men and boys already rinsing off and soaping up. Dylan found a single shower head for us to use, since there were no other options. "See," Dylan said, pouring some shampoo on my head, "nothing to worry about. Dicks come in all shapes and sizes, and trust me, none of that matters." He lathered-up my head and scrubbed my hair for me. There was a small part of me that didn't want to be treated like a little kid, but the rest of me wanted to stay like that forever. As I rinsed off my hair, Dylan washed his. I kinda wanted to do it for him, but couldn't think of a way to ask without exposing my lustful feelings for him. Dylan, however, let me wash my front, while he got my back. I had to concentrate on what I was doing, so I wouldn't get a boner. It was one of the most stressful experiences I had ever had. Most pubescent boys couldn't control their hard-ons under normal circumstances, and I had to do it, while fully naked with my fully naked crush rubbing his hands all over my body. When he touched my ass, though, my dick shot out. I did my best to hide it, but it was no good. Dylan turned me around and saw my desperate action. He didn't laugh, but said, "It's okay, Mikey. It happens to us all." I looked down and saw that Dylan was starting to get hard. I blushed but still hid my dick the best I could. We dried off and got dressed. By the time we got to the car, it was after five in the evening. Dylan drove us back to the apartments only stopping off at the store along the way. I wished he had grabbed my knee again, but he didn't. I also didn't have the courage to hold his hand. I helped him with his groceries before going back to my apartment. I noticed that Mom had been home but she had left already. She left me a note on the fridge saying that she was going out and wouldn't be home till really late. She left me some money to get a pizza and said she loved me. I put the money in my pocket, wrote her a note and locked the door behind me. I took a deep breath and walked down to Dylan's. "Hey, Mikey," he said, smiling. "Missed me already?" I know he was joking, but the answer was very much yes. "Mom's out for the night, and I was wondering--" "--of course you can spend the night," he interrupted. Honestly, I was only going to ask to hang out, but spending the night was a much better idea. ***Coming Soon, Chapter 4***