Date: Mon, 28 Dec 2020 01:00:00 -0800 From: John Henry Subject: Growing Up Kyle Chapter 9 (Gay/Incest) 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, and scenes of incest involving step-parents/step-children. If viewing this material is illegal where you live, OR you're a minor under the age of 18, please stop reading his. 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 9 By the following weekend, Kyle's ankle was back to normal. What wasn't normal was his continued affair with Dan. They moved from swimming lessons to having sex once the yard work was done. Dan would meet Kyle at the patio door, and they'd take a shower together ("Safety first," Dan would say.) Kyle still wasn't ready for anal sex, though being rimmed was still very satisfying. He started pleasuring Dan more orally, as well. Dan showed him some tongue exercises that he could practice with a sucker at home. Rick once caught Kyle doing these things and blushed profusely. Kyle then made it a point to keep a sucker on himself at all times. "I wish I could say here," Kyle said, slowly grinding his naked body against Dan's bare side. "I wish you could, too, Baby," Dan replied. "But, your parents wouldn't like it." "I know." They kissed some more before Kyle continued. "I have to get going. I'm staying at Ryland's house." "Well, I hope you have fun." "Whatever we do, it won't be as fun as being with you," Kyle smirked, grabbing Dan's soft cock, giving it a slight jerking. "Hey, you don't want to wake it up again," Dan chuckled. "Why not?" "Well, it might want to cum down your throat again." "And what's wrong with that?" Kyle asked as he put his mouth around Dan's enlarging dick. Kyle sucked Dan off for what was probably the third time that encounter. He was getting better at making the much older man cum within 15 minutes. After swallowing yet another mouth full of white jizzum, Kyle got dressed and went home to gather his things. "Hey, Sweety," Ronda, Kyle's mom, called out, as Kyle closed the front door. "Want something to eat before you head out?" "No thanks," Kyle replied. "I ate at Dan's. I don't think I could swallow another bite." He grinned to himself. He went to his room, took off his dirty clothes and began to pack. Kyle didn't know what to bring, so he grabbed a change of clothes, a small notebook and a couple of pencils and pens. "Hey, Buddy." Rick said, opening the door without knocking. He looked a little shocked at Kyle standing naked in the middle of his room. He quickly entered, closing the door behind him. Kyle stood there, not bothering to cover himself, especially his growing hard-on. He wished he had had his sucker, though. "Hey. What's up?" "You mom wanted me to walk you to Ryland's place to make sure you get there safely." Kyle sighed heavily. "Seriously?" "Afraid so." "She's been annoying ever since I came out." "I know, Buddy. I've tried talking to her about it, but it doesn't seem to be working." Kyle just shook his head and continued to pack. Rick sat on the bed watching his stepson move around naked. "How's your ankle doing?" "It's okay," Kyle replied, lifting his foot and moving it back and forth. "Hmmm, let me have a closer look." Kyle sat on the bed next to Rick and gave his foot over his stepdad. Rick took the small foot in his hand and started rubbing it, squeezing a little around the ankle. "Does this hurt?" He softly asked. "Maybe a little," Kyle lied. In truth, his ankle felt better a couple days after he twisted it. Rick paused for a couple of seconds then moved his hand a little up Kyle's leg. "How about here?" "Yeah, I can feel a little pain there." Rick once again moved his hand further, stopping at Kyle's knee. "Here?" "Definitely feel it more there." Kyle's mouth was going dry and his heart started to hasten in his chest. Rick inched his hand halfway up his son's thigh. "And here?" His voice was barely above a whisper and his hand was slightly trembling. "Almost there," Kyle whispered back. Rick delicately brushed his fingers up Kyle's bare, inner thigh. Both man and boy were very hard. Kyle's hairless dick twitched uncontrollably with anticipation. Rick was within millimeters of touching his son's small, boy-cock. He extended his pinky out and barely touched the throbbing head, when a knock on the door slammed them out of their mounting, sexual tension. Rick quickly shoved Kyle's leg away, and Kyle threw a pillow over his lap. "What's taking you guys so long?" Ronda called from the other side of the door. "It's almost 6!" The pair heard her walk down the hall. They looked at each other, knowing what was about to happen. Rick stood, stuck his hand down his pants, adjusted himself, then said, "You need to get dressed," and he left the room without looking back. Fucking bitch! Kyle thought, throwing his pillow across the room. Rick and Kyle walked out the door...and was very quickly followed by Ronda. Kyle fumed. He turned his face away. Rick didn't say anything nor looked at Kyle. Ronda kept asking Kyle about roleplaying games, despite Kyle having told her that he knew nothing about them. They stopped in front of Ryland's house. "Have a good, um, game?" said Rick, patting Kyle awkwardly on the shoulder. He looked to his wife, silently asking if she was ready to leave. "Ready?" Ronda asked Kyle as she made her way to the front door. "What are you doing?" Both her son and husband asked. "I just wanted to say hi to Ryland's parents." She looked at them with the same amount of shock they were displaying. "Why?" Ricked asked, suspiciously. Ronda, getting visibly annoyed, said, "What's wrong with you two? Is there something with me wanting to talk to the people my son will be staying the night with?" Yes, Kyle angrily thought. "Yes," Rick echoed. "Kyle's not a baby, and I think we should start trusting his judgment. After all, weren't you the one who pushed him into doing this?" Ronda was flustered, which only made Kyle even more suspicious of her intent. "It's--it's a mother's duty to make sure her son isn't going to be bullied, or--or gay bashed." And there it was. Her true motive for coming along. She wanted to out Kyle to the people he was staying with, to the potential friends he might make, which then might get around school in September, making him the target of bullying and harassment. As angry as Kyle was, he could also feel rage building up in his stepfather. With a cold, poisonous tone, one that shot a chill down the 11-year-old's spine, Rick uttered through gritted teeth, "WE are going home...now." Kyle could tell by the pale look on his mother's face that Rick was not leaving room for any rebuttal. The two adults silently walked away, leaving Kyle alone on the sidewalk. Taking a few minutes to calm himself, Kyle tried to take his mind off of what had just happened. He thought back to his time with Dan and what almost happened with Rick...had his mother not interrupted. Once calmed, he went to the door and knocked. "Hey," Ryland said upon opening the door. "Hey," Kyle replied as he entered. "We're playing in my room." "Cool." They walked past the living room, down a hall and into the last door on the right. Inside, were the other players. Kyle set down his bag, took off his jacket and tried to find a place to sit. Ryland's room was very messy and crowded. "Kyle, you remember Steve, Jamie, Donny and Danny?" Ryland asked as a form of introduction. They all said, "Hey," to one another. Ryland shoved a pile of stuff onto the floor from his bed, sat down and said, "Kyle, you'll need to sit next to me tonight. We need to make your character before you can start playing." Once Kyle sat down, he took off his shoes, and was handed a stack of books. It was all very confusing. Between narrating the events of the story, he was instructing Kyle on how to make a basic combatant. Kyle wanted to play a spellcaster, but Ry (as he wanted to be called) said that they were too complicated for "newbies." It took the better part of two hours to roll stats and write everything down. His character was introduced to the rest of the group in a bar, and things got crazy from there. By the time they stopped at sunrise, they had defeated a small army of goblins and killed their dragon overlord, taking its treasure and rescuing the local villagers. Aside from all the math, his least favorite subject, he had actually had a lot of fun. Everyone passed out where they were sitting. At some point in the morning, Ry rolled over, putting his arm around Kyle, who left it around him. **Chapter 10 Coming Soon**