Date: Fri, 23 Jun 2023 01:00:00 -0700 From: John Henry Subject: Wish You Were My Dad Chapter 6 (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 6 School started a few days after Labor Day. The first day was pretty easy, since it was just finding our classes and getting to know our teachers. The nice ones took their time getting to know everyone and going over what the classes were about. The bad ones got right to work and assigned homework. Lucky for me, I only had two bad teachers that term. After school, I walked to my old elementary school, where Tiffany's Head Start was located. There was a small out building near the school. I never went there, since my grandmother watched me, but I was familiar enough with it. I knocked on the door and was let in. "Hi, I'm here to pick up Tiffany Miller," I said. The woman looked at me confused. There was a lot of what Grandma called "hoopla," since kids weren't allowed to pick up little kids there. I got out of school just after three in the afternoon, and I didn't leave with Tiffany till almost 4:30pm. They weren't thrilled but allowed it. "Tell your dad he needs to fill these forms out when he drops your sister off tomorrow," the woman said, thrusting a packet at me. At first, I was confused but quickly recovered once I realized the situation. "Do worry, Ma'am. Dad sometimes forgets." Luckily, Tiffany was too young to understand what was going on. It was a nice, warm day out. I held Tiffany's tiny hand and asked about her day. Being two, she didn't have much to say, but I was able to gather that they painted and played in water. I turned on Dylan's air conditioner the second we walked through the door. Mom only relied on fans, so being in a cool, dark apartment for once was the best. Dylan left me a note: "Son, "Feel free to help yourself to whatever is in the fridge and give your sister a snack if she wants one. I made you a profile on my Playstation (you're smart enough to figure it out ;) ). You're also welcome to watch any movies I have, but Tiffany is only allowed to watch little kids stuff, okay? "I'll be home around six and can't wait to give you both hugs, "Love you guys, "Dad." I hugged the note and relished the first time he said he loved me. Sure it was just in writing and added Tiffany to the list, but Dylan had never said those words to me before. I put the note in my bag and got out some grapes for me and my "sister." Tiffany spent time in her room, while I got on the Playstation. I gave a small laugh when I saw what was obviously my profile name: Daddy's Boy. I couldn't help but fall in love with Dylan. I was so engrossed in my game that I didn't hear the door open. I was busy trying to kill a zombie when I felt someone covering my eyes. I let out a scream of shock. "Do you have your dad's permission to play that game, little boy?" After catching my breath, I chuckled and said, "Yes Sir. He left me a note." Dylan moved his hands from my face and wrapped them around my chest. "Good boy. Glad you found your account." "Thanks, Dad." I pressed my head against his in a pseudo hug. "I hope you're hungry. I brought pizza." Mom was working late again, so I was happy to not have to fend for myself. We ate our pizza after Dylan took a quick shower. I wanted to ask if I could join him, but I didn't have the nerve; plus, Tiffany being there kind of made me feel awkward about my feelings for Dylan for some reason. Tiffany went to bed around seven. She was starting to get grumpy, and Dylan was looking very tired. It was around eight when she finally fell asleep. Dylan yawned and sat on the couch next to me. He grabbed the remote and put on a movie. I don't know why I did it, but I grabbed Dylan's legs and rested his feet on my lap. His feet were huge compared to mine and slightly hairy on the toes. Despite his overall muscular frame, Dylan's feet weren't bony and were slightly chubby. I started to rub his feet the way I had seen in some videos online. Dylan closed his eyes and gave a soft moan. "Send your mom a text for me." "Why?" I asked. I wasn't sure if I should panic or not. "Tell her I'm keeping you forever and ever." I smiled and kept rubbing his aching feet. After a few minutes, Dylan swung a leg over my head and behind me. He sat up, reached out and pulled me on top of him. His arms wrapped tightly around me, as I laid my head on his chest. I inhaled Dylan's scent and closed my eyes. His heart sounded strong and steady. I felt at peace like I had never before. Somehow, in that tranquility, I had the nerve to ask, "Did you mean what you wrote?" "What do you mean?" Dylan asked in return, as he ran his fingers through my hair. "That you love me?" Dylan paused. I was starting to get scared. He went back to stroking my hair and said, "Over the last month or so, I have grown very fond of you, Mikey. I love having you around, and I also like thinking of you as a son, as I'm sure you like thinking of me as your dad. To be honest, though, I wrote that note very quickly, and I didn't really stop to think about how you might take it." "So, you don't love me?" I asked in a small voice. My heart was starting to crack. "Can I ask you a question?" "Yes." "Is it okay that I love you like I love Tiffany?" "Of course," I said, only lying a little. "I know we joke about it, but to me, you're my dad." "Okay then, in that case, I love you, Mikey." I could feel Dylan move as he leaned in and kissed the top of my head. A part of me was sad that Dylan wasn't in love with me, but the fact he loved me and now kissed me, I could live with the tiny amount of disappointment. I finally had my dad, and I couldn't have asked for a better man. We laid on the couch till the movie was over. Dylan was practically falling asleep and had to get up early for work, and I had school and chores at home before Mom got off work. Dylan walked me to the door and gave me a hug good night. Before I broke apart, I turned my head and kissed him on the cheek. "Good night, Dad." "Good night, Son." ***Coming Soon, Chapter 7***