Date: Fri, 11 Aug 2023 01:00:00 -0700
From: John Henry <niftyjhenry1988@gmail.com>
Subject: Wish You Were My Dad Chapter 9 (Gay/Adult Youth)

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Chapter 9

Dylan didn't work much once the cold weather came rolling in. Being in
landscaping, his work was mostly seasonal. He did leaf collecting and
other odd jobs to make sure he had money, but with him being home more, I
didn't need to watch Tiffany as much. At first, I was disappointed when
he told me all of this, but he insisted that we'd still be seeing each
other every day.


He was proven right when he met me after school. Every time I saw him, I
wanted to kiss him, but I knew we couldn't do it...at least, not in
public. The morning after our first kiss was amazing. Dylan held me in
his arms all night and then woke me up to quick, little kisses all over
my face. Once my eyes opened, he leaned in and kissed my lips just as
tenderly as the night before. We laid in bed for a while just being
grateful to have each other.


We never spoke about kissing. It seemed natural and perfect. Of course,
we didn't kiss in front of Tiffany. Despite her age, neither of us wanted
to be discovered. I was well aware of what could happen to Dylan if
someone ever found out. I loved him, and I never wanted to lose him.


Mom was acting weird, especially when the topic of Dylan came up. I was
constantly worried that I was going to accidentally say something or look
a certain way when his name came up. I would replay the conversations we
had in my head just to be sure I didn't say anything that might lead to
her poking her nose where I didn't want it.


"We're going to see Grandma on Thanksgiving," She told me one day after
school. "I get the day off, so I thought we'd go cheer her up."


"Okay," I said, not really paying attention. My mind was on Dylan. He
had told me that he'd be going to his parents' house after Tiffany got
out of school the day before Thanksgiving and wouldn't be back till
sometime that Sunday. I was already seeing him so infrequently that four
days without his smile was making me feel depressed.


I took the day before Thanksgiving off. I told Mom I wasn't feeling well.
I'm sure she knew I was lying, but since I hadn't missed any days so far
in the school year, she called the school to call me out sick. She had to
work that day, and I knew Dylan didn't, since he was preparing for his
trip.


Once Mom had left, I walked to Dylan's apartment and knocked on the door.
It wasn't that early in the morning and I knew he'd be awake. After a
minute or two, Dylan answered the door and nearly let out a little
squeak. He was only wearing a towel around his waist, and I could tell he
wasn't wearing anything under it due to the bulge he had.


"Hey Mikey," Dylan said, stepping aside to let me in. "Why aren't you
at school?"


Once the door was closed, I leaned in and kissed Dylan on the lips, which
had become our new greeting. "I didn't feel like going. Don't worry. Mom
said it was okay."


"I guess that means you get a five day weekend, then," Dylan said, as
we made our way to the living room.


"I suppose. Is Tiffany at school?"


"Yeah, I dropped her off a little bit ago, so I could get packed without
tripping over her." I sat on the couch and Dylan sat next to me. We
turned to face each other, and my cock turned rock hard, since I could
plainly see Dylan's dick under the towel. I tried my best to not stare
but I wanted to really bad. "Got any plans for the day?" He asked.


"No. I'm pretty bored, actually."


"Wanna hang out with me till your mom gets home?"


I couldn't help but smile. "That would be great...if you don't mind."


"I wouldn't have asked if I minded; in fact," Dylan said, getting to
his feet and dropping his towel from his waist, "I was about to hop in
the shower." I nearly started drooling. "How about you find something
to watch, and I'll be back in a few."


I fumbled around trying to reach the remote as I watched Dylan's firm,
bare ass walk towards the hall. I wondered if I had enough time to rub
one out but concluded that I'd have nothing to clean myself up with,
especially since Dylan kept his dirty boxers in the bathroom.


I was happy that we were kissing, though it was really nothing more than
an affectionate peck on the lips now. I still missed that night where we
held our lips together till I fell asleep. It was a frequent fantasy of
mine, while I jacked off at bedtime. I was also thrilled that Dylan was
comfortable being naked around me, though he didn't do it a lot. I was
too nervous to voluntarily be naked around him without an excuse. I was
so afraid that I'd get a boner and scare him off. I get now that it
wouldn't have, but being a shy, nervous 13-year-old, there was no way for
me to have understood that.


I found a movie and had it ready for us. Dylan came out in a pair of
shorts about a half-hour later. Once he was settled in, I scooted over
and laid against him, which was my "subtle" way of saying that I wanted
to cuddle. Dylan chuckled and re-positioned us, so I was laying between
his legs, with my head under his chin. He wrapped his muscular arms
around me and kissed my head. I listened to his heart beat and inhaled
his scent. Dylan absentmindedly rubbed my back and upper arms as we
watched some lame movie. I honestly didn't care what we watched. I just
wanted in his arms.


About halfway though the movie, we shifted once again but into a spooning
position with Dylan behind me. We were both more comfortable, but I was
annoyed that I could no longer smell him. I rolled over and buried my
face back under his chin. Dylan went back to rubbing my back and holding
me close.


As anyone who has ever been in that position can tell you, there's no
comfortable way to lay because of your arms. No matter how comfortable
the surface under you, your shoulder will always end up hurting. You can
either suck it up and deal with it, constantly shift about, or you can
collapse your shoulders in like you're tucking your hands between your
thighs. I kinda did that latter...but I didn't put my hands between my
legs. Instead, they laid between me and Dylan, and with the limited space
on the couch, we were laying VERY close to each other.


My face was buried in the crook of Dylan's neck, so I could get a better
exposure to his aftershave. He smelled so good. I know why I did it, but
I wasn't expecting the repercussions. I kissed Dylan's neck, just trying
to be affectionate, like I did every time I kissed him on the lips. After
I did so, I felt something lightly bump my hands. It was very subtle and
quick.


I had a wishful thought about what was happening, so I decided to test my
theory. I kissed Dylan again, and I got the same result. I knew my hands
were close to his groin, since I could feel the fabric of his shorts, but
I didn't know that kissing someone's neck could cause their dick to
twitch. Wanting to feel it again, I kissed Dylan.


Dylan sighed deeply, and I felt his dick press hard against my hand. He
was clearly liking this. However, he said, "Mikey, what are you doing?"
I couldn't tell if he was upset or not.


"I don't know," I answered like any kid in my position would. "I'm
just showing you how much I love you, Dad." I didn't dare kiss him
again. If he was upset, I didn't want to make it worse; plus, I could say
it wasn't intentional if I stopped then and there.


Dylan continued rubbing my back but noticeably slower than before. I felt
Dylan's heart beat grow faster and he was letting off a lot of body heat.
"Hey Mikey," he asked, his voice sounding a bit dry, "are you feeling
hot?"


"Yeah," I replied. I honestly was.


"How about you...take off your shirt? I think we'd both be a lot more
comfortable that way." I did as I was asked. I sat up and pulled my
t-shirt over my head. I made to lay back down, when Dylan gingerly
touched my arm, halting me. "How about you take off your pants,
too?...Just in case, you know?" I nodded, hearing my pulse pounding in
my ears. I stood up, unbuttoned my jeans, and pushed them down to my
ankles, fully aware that Dylan was watching me the entire time. As I
pulled off each leg, I removed my socks, so I was only left in my
underwear.


"Is that better?" I asked, my throat also having gone dry.


"A lot, yes," Dylan replied, reaching out, taking my hand and pulling
me back down on the couch.


I climbed back into his arms as I had been just moments before. This
time, I made sure to put my hands against his shorts, and I could feel
his boner twitching with my touch. I'm sure he had noticed my own
erection when I dropped my pants, but I didn't care. It wasn't like he
hadn't seen it before.


Before I got my head under Dylan's chin, he leaned in and kissed me on
the lips. It wasn't the usual peck we'd been doing but the lingering,
tender kiss we shared at Halloween. I wrapped my free arm around him, and
he pulled us in closer. This forced us to shift our bodies closer, and I
felt Dylan's heavy dick lower into my open, pinned hand. I had no clue if
it was on purpose or not, so I didn't react...though I really, really
wanted to!


I felt Dylan's rough hand rub against my exposed flesh, moving softly up
and down my back. I sent involuntary shivers throughout my spine. As we
adjusted one last time, Dylan's hand moved down my back, passed the
waistband of my underwear and settled after cupping my ass. He squeezed
my cloth-clad butt, pressing our hips together, his hard boner throbbing
in my hand.


"Mikey," Dylan said, pulling away. "I love you so much."


"I love you, too, Daddy," I replied.


Dylan moved his hand from my ass and brought it around, so it was between
us. He pulled down the front of my briefs and smiled as my boner jumped
out. He continued to pull at my briefs till they were off of me entirely.
He ran his rough hand up my smooth thigh and between us once more. "It's
only fair," he sighed, as he pulled down his own shorts, revealing his
huge cock. It was easily seven inches and thick. "You can touch it if
you like," Dylan offered. I didn't have to move much to touch his boner.
It was hard and hot. Precum was already dipping onto my hand.


As I stroked Dylan's cock, he grabbed mine and stroked me in return. I
let out a small cry of pleasure. I, of course, didn't last long, within a
couple of minutes I was cumming. I'm sure it was my orgasm that set Dylan
off next, as he, too, shot his load. Everything from our chins to your
balls were covered in our love.


Dylan kissed me passionately once more and said, "Mikey, wake up." I
felt confused then I felt Dylan shaking me urgently. I opened my eyes and
took in my surroundings. I was facing Dylan, my faces against his chest,
but my dick was pulsing and I became aware that I was still cumming...but
in my pants.


I flew up in total panic mode. Dylan grabbed my arms and said, "Mikey,
it's okay. You're safe. I think you just had a wet dream...and by the
looks of it, a pretty good one, too."


I looked down and saw a large wet spot over my crotch then I saw a
similar spot on Dylan's crotch. Quickly piecing things together, I must
have fallen asleep right after we first started cuddling.


"I'm so sorry." I could've died from embarrassment. My whole body shook
from nerves and the aftermath of my orgasm.


Dylan looked worried but also chuckled. "It happens, okay. It's part of
growing up. If anything, I'm kinda flattered. I mean, we definitely need
to change and probably should shower again, but it isn't anything to
freak out about."


My mind was still reeling. I couldn't process what had happened. I had
not only had a sex dream about Dylan, but I came in my pants, while
laying on top of him...and he wasn't freaking out about it. God, I loved
that man so much.


Dylan stood and pulled off his cum-covered shorts. I noticed he was also
sporting a half-boner. He took me by the hand and pulled me into the
bathroom. I removed my clothes, as we got the shower ready. He put our
clothes in his hamper, then we got under the water. We washed ourselves
for the most part, as Dylan took it upon himself to wash my back.
Afterwards, he handed me a towel and we dried off. He gave me another
pair of shorts to wear, and he put on a pair himself.


We spent the rest of the day with me being nervous and awkward. Dylan
mostly chuckled it off. Laundry finished just before it was time to get
Tiffany. Dylan took us out for a family dinner. I couldn't look at him.
Any attempt I made caused me to blush and look away. Dylan was too sweet
to tease me about it and gave me the space I needed to process
everything.


Mom was home by the time we got back to the apartments. Before I went
home, Dylan asked me to come back with him to his apartment. He sent
Tiffany to her room, and we went to his. Dylan closed the door behind him
and said, "Look, I know you're freaked out about what happened earlier.
I don't want this to ruin our relationship, okay?"


I could only nod my head. I still couldn't look him in the eye.


"Mikey," Dylan said, walking up to me and lifting my chin, so I had no
choice but to look at him. "I love you. Nothing you do will upset me,
especially something you couldn't control. Whomever you were dreaming of
is a lucky boy for you to have done what you did.  When you feel ready,
we can talk about it more.  I want you to feel comfortable enough to talk
to me about these sorts of things, alright?"


I wanted to tell him about my dream, but I was still too embarrassed.
Instead, I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tightly. Dylan
returned the hug. After a minute or two, he kindly pushed me back and
kissed my lips, and it was more than just a peck but still no tongue.


I went home feeling all kinds of emotions: Love, lust, shame, desire and
secure. I knew I wouldn't see Dylan again for a few days, but I was
already wishing I was having another wet dream next to him.


***Coming Soon, Chapter 10***