Date: Mon, 1 Mar 2021 01:00:00 -0800
From: John Henry <niftyjhenry1988@gmail.com>
Subject: Growing Up Kyle Chapter 18 (Gay/Incest)

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Chapter 18


Kyle woke with a start. He was dreaming about flying around his newest
video game, while being chased by Cody. Just as Cody was about to catch
him, he world gave out under him, and he felt the tell-tale signs of
falling. His eyes flew open and he sat up quickly. WHAM! His head
collided with something very hard, and it, like him, cried out in pain.
Gaining his vision, he saw Rick hold his own jaw. Kyle for his bard was
rubbing his forehead.


"What the?!" Kyle mumbled.


"Sorry," Rick said, "I was hoping that you wouldn't notice me getting
in your bed."


Kyle stopped rubbing his head, confused. Then it dawned on him why Rick
was in his room. Kyle looked Rick up and down, and finally noticed that
his stepdad was completely naked. His own, naked dick got hard in an
instant. Kyle threw his blanket to the side, and Rick got underneath, his
stiffening, uncircumcised dick rubbing against the cut 12-year-old's.


Once they were settled in, Kyle laid his head on Rick's hairy chest,
pressing his body against the grown man. Rick held his son, gently
stroking the boy's face. Eventually, he lifted the boy's chin, and got a
good look at Kyle's bruised face. The swelling had subsided
significantly, but the bruising would be around for a while. He leaned in
and kissed Kyle gently on each eye. He could feel Kyle melting into him.
He loved his son a lot more than he wanted to admit.


Kyle parted his lips and coaxed Ricks tongue with his own. Rick tried to
express the love he felt in that kiss. He wasn't sure if Kyle noticed his
subtle hint. All he wanted was for his son to know that he was loved
beyond anything that physical expression could convey.


The two parted. Father and son, man and boy looked deep into each other's
eyes. Kyle's started to well-up, a dopey smile on his lips. Rick ever so
gently brushed the tears aside and held Kyle's face. No words were
needed. Rick knew that his message was received...and reciprocated. A
single tear fell from his own, deep, brown eyes. Kyle gingerly reached up
and wiped the droplet away. They laid in silent adoration for an
eternity.


Rick once again kissed his son. It was more lustful than before, which
was welcomed and returned by the naked, little at his side. They shifted
completely to their sides, still facing one another. Kyle's left hand
slid under the blanket, sliding down his dad's body until he found the
fleshy appendage that he had been craving for too long. Rick moaned
softly at the touch; his right hand moving down and grabbing Kyle's
bubble butt.


Kyle ran a finger inside Rick's foreskin, noting the covered area was
slick with pre-cum. A naughty thought crossed his mind. He maneuvered the
large, meaty cock towards his own. Once in position, Kyle stuck his own,
circumcised dick in between the top of the head and upper part of the
foreskin. Rick gave a bit of shocked moan than went along with it. He had
seen some videos with docking, but it never occurred to him that Kyle
might do it. The sensation was a big turn on for each of them. Rick took
over, and started jerking them both off. Kyle gasped and moaned as Rick's
wet foreskin softly massaged against the head of his own dick.


Kyle pulled out of Rick's embrace, and began kissing his dad's cheek,
working his way to Rick's ear and neck. Rick shuttered at the tenderness
of the boy's touch and the warmth of his breath. Kyle traced the outline
of Rick's ear with the tip of tongue. Rick's breathing grew faster and
heavier. Kyle thrust his hips in time with Rick's breathing, fucking his
dad's cock. Rick pulled Kyle in tightly, his body gave a huge shutter,
and he cried out as his dick exploded a three-day load all over Kyle's
young cock, and hairless, lower body. Either had been expecting that.
Rick felt a bit embarrassed at having cum so prematurely, while Kyle was
very proud of his new found skills.


"Sorry," Rick muttered, pulling away from Kyle. "I didn't mean for
that to happen so soon."


"That was awesome!" Kyle said, grinning from ear to ear.


Rick gave a relieved chuckle. "I hope I didn't squeeze you too hard."


"Just a little, but I survived." Kyle rolled onto his back, and looked
around for a towel or something to clean himself up with.


"Allow me," Rick said. He moved down on the bed and started to lick his
cum off of Kyle's small cock, smooth balls and hairless belly and legs.
Rick, cum in his mouth, spread and lifted Kyle's legs, exposing the boys
tender hole. After another shifting, Rick spit the cum onto Kyle's anus.
His tongue began to massage then penetrate the boy, shoving the cum
inside. To make sure it went in deep, Rick fingered the boy's tight hole.
Kyle moaned aloud at the pleasure. Rick grinned and slowly finger-fucked
Kyle. Rick slid forward and began to suck Kyle's cocklet. The small boy
writhed in ecstasy. Kyle gripped his pillow, his body stiffened, and he
felt his penis twitch and pulse as his orgasm took over. Rick, once
again, laid at his side, as Kyle's regained control of his body and
slowed his breathing.


Father and son spooned for an hour or so. Both had fallen asleep, wishing
that time would go on without them.


Rick was startled awake by the ringing of the doorbell. He got up, ran to
his room, and quickly got dressed in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. He
hastily closed Kyle's door and made his way to the front door. As he
opened it, he nearly had a heart attack; it was Detective Dunham.


"Hope I'm not interrupting anything," the detective said.


"No, just getting some extra sleep while I can," Rick said.


They both stood in the doorway. "May I come in?"


"Oh, sure. Sorry. Still waking up. Please, come in." Rick awkwardly
moved out of the way and Detective Dunham entered. They made their way to
the living room. Rick offered her some coffee, and she declined.


"So, what brings you by?" Rick sat on the couch with a cup of coffee.
Detective Dunham sat in a chair and pulled out her small notepad.


"I was hoping to ask Kyle a couple more questions if that was alright?"


"He's asleep. The doctor gave him a pretty strong painkiller, so he's
pretty conked out. I could try waking him if you want?"


"If you don't mind."


Rick got up and went into Kyle's room. Kyle was laying on top of his
blankets, playing with his dick.


Rick whispered, "The detective is here, and she wants to ask you some
more questions."


"Why?" Kyle whispered back.


"I don't know. She wouldn't say."


"Do I have to?" Kyle looked nervous.


Rick gave it a quick thought then said, "No, I'll just tell her that
you're still dopey from the drugs. Put on some shorts and get back in
bed. Stay there till I come get you." Rick kissed Kyle on the head and
left. "I'm afraid it's no use," Rick said, having returned to the
living room. "So, what more do you need to ask him, anyway?"


"I just needed to ask a few more follow up questions, mostly about the
other victims. I think some may go to his school, but I wanted to ask him
before going up there. The less the police are seen at schools asking
these kinds of questions, the easier it is to get victims to cooperate,
especially boys."


"What do you mean?"


"Boys are often reluctant to talk about the sexual abuse they've
suffered, because they're ashamed or don't want to be bullied for what
happened to them. It makes it very difficult to find the predators and/or
get a conviction due to lack of testimony and accusations."


"I see," Rick said, trying to hide his nerves by sipping his coffee.
Rick was starting to feel like he was one of those predators and she was
sniffing him out. "Do you have enough to put Dan away?"


"With Kyle's testimony and the videos, we most certain do, but we want
to make sure that every victim is accounted for and that Mr. Clark goes
to prison for as long as he can, which means getting as much testimony as
we can." They sat in silence for a minute then the detective asked how
Kyle was doing once they got home from the hospital.


"He's still feeling the pain, but otherwise, he's doing alright," Rick
replied. He regaled the phone call between Ronda and Cody's mother, and
how they came to an agreement that Kyle would stay in the school, so long
as he wasn't in harm's way, again. Detective Dunham agreed that it was
probably for the best, and once again offered her assistance. Rick
politely declined. The thought of Cody wetting himself as Detective
Dunham threatened to put his ass in jail, gave Rick a small amount of
sick pleasure; however, he knew that Ronda would be upset that he sicked
a cop after Cody, instead of letting Ronda do it herself. One fight this
week is more than enough, Rick thought.


"Well," the detective said, getting to her feet, "if you could give me
a call when Kyle is able to be interviewed again, I'd greatly appreciate
it."


"Sure, no problem," Rick said, escorting her out. "Have a good day."


Rick waited for the detective's car to be out of sight before going back
into Kyle's room.


"Is she gone?" The boy whispered.


"Yeah, she's gone," Rick said in his normal tone.


"Great!" Kyle said, pulling off his boxers.


Rick looked at his boy, admiring how beautiful he was, even with the two,
black eyes. However, it was a close call with the detective. If she had
had a warrant and found him having sex with Kyle, he'd be going to prison
along with Dan.


"Come on, Buddy," Rick said sadly. "It's time to get up."


Kyle noted the change in tone. "Did I do something wrong?" His heart
sank, and he couldn't help but cry.


Rick felt like an ass. "No, Buddy. No. You did nothing wrong." Rick sat
next to and held his son. He rocked Kyle, trying to sooth him. "I was
just scared. I don't want to go to prison because of what we're doing,
and when I saw the detective at the door, I thought I was going to be in
trouble."


"I won't tell anyone, I swear," Kyle choked through heavy tears. "I
don't want you to leave me."


"I don't want to leave you, either," Rick said. His own tears started
to fall. "I love you so much, but what we're doing is against the law."


"The law is stupid."


"No, Buddy. The law isn't stupid. It's supposed to protect kids like
you." From people like me, Rick thought.


"I have you to protect me," Kyle said, turning his gaze towards Rick's.


"And I want to always protect you, but the government won't see us
having sex as anything but me hurting you."


"But you're not hurting me."


"Maybe I am," Rick didn't mean to say that aloud.


"You're not!" Kyle said with a fury. "You have never hurt me. You love
me, and I love you, too."


Rick didn't know what more to say. He held Kyle as tight as he dared. He
never wanted to let Kyle go. Rick was in love with a 12-year-old
boy...and he just didn't know what to do about it.


***Chapter 19 Coming Soon***