Date: Sat, 24 Jun 2023 16:53:46 -0700 From: John Henry Subject: Re: Wish You Were My Dad Chapter 5 (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 5 As the school year approached, I was spending less and less time with Dylan. I was sad about it, but he was working a lot more and Mom was spending more time at home. That last night I stayed and slept next to Dylan was the most amazing night of my life. He held me close and I fell asleep instantly. I understood what I had been missing all my life and longed for more. I didn't even want sex at that point, though I wouldn't have turned him down, but I craved being back in his arms, our half-naked bodies pressed against each other. I know I had a boner most of the night, and I woke up a few times to something hard pressing into my ass. I don't know 100% if that was his dick or not, but nothing would've convinced me otherwise. I woke up facing him, my head under his chin and my face pressed against his chest. "Good morning, Mikey," Dylan whispered and gave me a gentle squeeze. "Morning," I mumbled into Dylan's warm flesh. I deeply inhaled his scent, felt my dick twitch and wondered if Dylan felt it, too. If he did, he didn't say a word. "We're going to have to get up at some point, you know?" "No," I said, and wrapped my arms tightly around him. Dylan chuckled and proceeded to tickle me. Unfortunately, I was very ticklish. "Come on. I'll make you breakfast before you go home." Dylan rolled away from me and got out on the other side of the bed. He was only in his underwear, and I couldn't take my eyes off of him as he walked across the hall to the bathroom. I quickly whipped my dick out and feverishly jerked off. My balls were full and hurt badly from being turned on all night. It didn't take long for me to bust my nut. I looked around and found a pair of Dylan's dirty underwear on the floor next to the bed. I used them to clean up my mess to the best of my ability. Not knowing where to put them, I stuck them in the pockets of the shorts, hoping Dylan wouldn't notice. We ate breakfast on the patio once more, admiring the late summer morning. Dylan said he had to pick Tiffany up from his parents' place. I said that I had house work to do. I was just about to leave when I remembered that I was wearing Dylan's shorts and had a pair of cum-stained underwear in the pockets, while my cum-stained shorts were in his wash. "Keep the shorts," Dylan said, when I brought up the problem of clothing (without mentioning his underwear). I've got a ton of them. I'll make sure to bring your shorts over once I do laundry next." "Thanks," I said, then added, "you're the best dad ever." Dylan chuckled and gave me a hug before I left. That high lasted a day or two, but I didn't see him again for a few days, and when I did, it was quick and in passing. He looked exhausted and dirty. I kept the shorts and underwear hidden in my room. I hadn't washed them immediately, since they still held his scent, but once my cum started to go bad, I figured I had to do something. Luckily, Mom had me do my own laundry since I was 11, so it was easy to sneak them by without any questions. Depression, especially for a teen, can be crippling, and I fell into a big depressive state. I wasn't hungry and had little energy to do anything. Puberty wasn't helping in the slightest, and all I wanted was to either sleep or see Dylan. "Buddy," Mom said to me at dinner one night. "You gotta tell me what's going on with you." "Nothing," I said in my usual stuper. "We both know that's bullshit." My mother was a no-nonsense kind of woman. Sometimes her blunt nature could be hurtful, but you knew you were getting the truth. "Should I make an appointment with Dr. Trenton?" "No, I'm fine," I clearly lied. "You're not fine. You're either pouting or you're depressed...probably both." It was about then that the doorbell rang. We both looked confused at one another. Nobody we knew ever used the doorbell. They either knocked like a normal person or they just let themselves in. Even the cops preferred to knock. Mom got up and answered the door; it was Dylan with his arms full carrying a laundry basket. Tiffany held on to his shorts, which made the whole scene comical. "Hey Clare," Dylan said to my mother. "I'm glad you're home. I was wondering if I could borrow Mikey." "He's eating dinner at the moment," she replied. Mom didn't seem to care for Dylan or Tiffany, as she didn't like little girls. She had told me during several drunken nights that she was glad I was a boy. "Oh, sorry. Actually, I meant to say that I was wondering if I could offer Mikey a job." "What kind of job?" There was definitely a tone to her voice that wasn't pleasant. "Tiffany started Head Start on Monday, and I was hoping Mikey could babysit for me." Mom didn't look at me or say a word. I didn't know why at the time, but I still could tell that she didn't like the idea of me babysitting Tiffany. "Aren't you able to find anyone else? Who's watching her now?" "My mom has been watching her all summer, but she's a teacher and will be starting work again next week. I don't have any other family in the area, and everyone else I've asked has said no. I only need Mikey to pick her up from Head Start and watch her till I get home, either your place or mine." Dylan was starting to sound desperate. "Please, Mom," I begged. "I could really use the money. I can do my homework at Dylan's, and he only lives a few doors down from us. You'll know where I am after school, at least." Mom wasn't liking some of the boys I was hanging out with last school year, so I figured throwing those last bits in would only help sweeten the pot. "And where is Head Start?" Dylan replied, "Two blocks from here. It's actually on Dylan's way home from school." "How convenient," she said, not sounding all that convinced. "I thought so," Dylan said, undeterred by her obvious attitude. "Please, it would really help me a lot." Mom thought about it some more and then said, "Fine, but the moment it affects his schooling or his responsibilities around here, you'll need to figure something else out." "Awesome," Dylan said, sounding very grateful. "Thank you very much. I'll make sure that the job won't interfere, I promise." Mom closed the door and returned to the table. "What was that all about?" I asked. "What do you mean?" I looked shocked and confused. "You've let me stay the night with him twice and even go to the pool, but you didn't want me to babysit for him. I don't understand." "You will one day when you have kids of your own," was all she said about the subject. I tried pressing a little further, but it only made her even more irritable. After dinner, I took the garbage to the dumpster and made a side trip to see Dylan. "Hey, Mikey. Come on in." Tiffany was playing in her room, and I could hear a baseball game playing in the living room. "So, what's up?" Dylan said, as we sat on the couch. "I just wanted to apologize for the way my mom acted earlier," I said, feeling ashamed. Dylan gave a little laugh and said, "Don't worry about it. I don't blame her. Boys usually don't babysit, especially little girls, so I can see why she was suspicious." "I guess." It still didn't make sense, but I dropped it. "What else is going on?" "Nothing," I lied. "Mikey," Dylan said in his dad voice, and I felt my dick twitch. "You know you can talk to me right?" I sighed and said, "It's just...I haven't seen you in a while, and...I missed you." I could feel my face burning and I focused on a space on the rug near my feet. Dylan pulled me into his arms and held me. "I missed you, too, Mikey," he whispered. "Really?" I asked, maybe a little too eagerly. "Of course, I missed you. What kind of dad would I be if I didn't miss my son?" I couldn't help but smile and return the hug, burying my face into his shirt. God, I loved the way he smelled. "Can I tell you a secret?" "Of course," I said, "you can tell me anything." Our first, official secret! I was very excited. "You're the only one I asked to watch Tiffany. I couldn't think of anyone else; plus, it would mean seeing you more. I hope that's okay." "Uh yeah! That's perfect!" "I'm glad you like the plan." Since I didn't have much time, I got up and went to leave. As I got to the door, Dylan stopped me and handed me my shorts from the other night. I thanked him and got one last hug before heading home. ***Coming Soon, Chapter 6***