Date: Mon, 10 Aug 2020 03:39:50 +0000 (UTC)
From: J d <gayyyyy777345@yahoo.com>
Subject: Itchy Daddy Part 2

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	Hey everyone. Thank you to the few dads who reached out to me over
the past couple days about the issue my son and I were having, and how
trying to comfort his itch made me need to spit and cum on his little
puck. Overall from what a few of you have told me....this is a pretty
unique situation and um...any of the times they had done something the
circumstances were *VERY* different. Haha, but who am I to judge how a
father and son need to show their love for each other. I'm sure I just
wasn't quite understanding their messages anyways. I mean, it's not like
any dads or sons wake up thinking they'd get into such a wild situation,
let alone would ever want that. And how *embarrassing* it was that Kyle's
friend Dan almost heard us.

	Anyways about a week had passed since I had that awkward incident
with my son, and neither of us really talked about it with one another. In
fact, it almost felt like 18-year-old Kyle was avoiding me a little
bit. Usually, when we had the house to ourselves he would at least make the
attempt to ask me for a beer. But this time...nothing. If I came into the
living room, he would go up to his room. Really the only time I saw much of
him for the past week was when I would order dinner for us (I'm not much of
a cook). Of course, he had to at least spend a little time with me on
Father's Day.


	And lucky for me, he did decide to spend some time with me. Though,
based on his presents from previous years I didn't expect much. Early in
the morning, Kyle woke me up in a surprisingly kind way. I stirred from my
deep sleep to see him standing at the foot of my bed with 7 .0.+*a plate of
pancakes. I was excited, both because it's rare for Kyle to be this
sentimental and it had been a while since I had anything homemade. Though
of course, my cock was rock hard beneath the sheets since I just woke up.


"Thanks, Kyle. This was really sweet of you." I said as he handed me the
tray and I began to eat. He sat on the edge of the bed, saying nothing as
he watched me take my first few bites. At first, it was a little cute,
similar to how he was as a young boy, though it became a little awkward
after I finished my first pancake. "Everything alright, kiddo?" I asked as
I continued to eat.


"Uhhh yeah, dad. I just...ya know?" He said as he shrugged and blushed a
little.


"Oh you're still thinking about how I....helped you get rid of that itch
you had?" I asked as I kept munching on the tasty breakfast he had
prepared.


"Yeah. I didn't want you to see me like that....I didn't tell you or mom
because I thought it was weird. But it seemed like...you kinda already knew
about it?" His blush began to fade a little and he leaned in towards me. I
nodded in response and reached out to pat his shoulder.


"I wouldn't say it's typical puberty...but I had it too when I was your age
and... Well rubbing the itch away was the only thing I found that worked,
but it did go away once I met my first girlfriend and started having sex."
I said, very matter-of-factly. Kyle made a sour face in response.


"Oh dad gross, I don't want to hear about you having sex." He laughed a
little and blushed again. "Well good. That makes me feel less crazy. It's
been going on for a few months...usually, it goes away but when it hits me,
it hits me really really bad."


	I nodded and grinned, crumbs falling from my mouth. I swallowed my
last bite of pancake and started to get out of bed...but shit I was already
naked and with my 8 inches of morning wood still rock hard. It would
probably be better if I just waited until he went back downstairs. Though,
Kyle didn't leave once I finished my meal. He sat there, staring at his
hands.  "Um...Kyle. You alright?" I asked, worried that he might have
noticed my erection.


"I have been...trying to handle the itch on my own. The only other guy that
knows is Dan...And he tried to give me some stuff but it didn't help." He
said, his cheeks still bright red from embarrassment.


"Wait, what stuff did he give you?" I asked, confused because from what I
had read about on the message board, this itch wasn't a very well known
problem. I highly doubted that they would make something to deal with it
and sell it in stores without me ever hearing about it.


"A tube of rub-on cream. I tried it out the day you helped me but it didn't
change anything." Kyle shrugged and looked at me sadly. I really did feel
sorry for him. The issue truly was embarrassing. I could only imagine what
it might be like to be in the middle of gym class with all the other guys
and suddenly feel your tight pink hole twitch and itch, eager to be rubbed
at any cost. But I did have to give him credit, I don't know if I would
have had that level of self-control at his age not to run to the bathroom
and start rubbing my fingers across my sweaty teen hole.


"Can I see it?" I asked as I looked at him, trying to convey my empathy for
him. He nodded and got off the bed, heading toward his room.


	I took that moment to quickly get up out of bed and rush toward the
bathroom to grab my robe. Unfortunately, there stood Kyle in the bathroom,
looking under the sink and reaching far back towards the wall. His shorts
seemed too short as his firm bubble butt nearly spilled out of them,
clearly they were just a throwaway pair he now used for pajamas. I swear
that boy is so stubborn. I really hope he never wore those to any
sleepovers with his buddies or they might have been able to see his little
jock pussy twitch through the fabric. And Jesus that would be even worse
than it happening at school.

	And of course, you probably guessed, I was in such a rush I nearly
ran straight into him. Thank god my cock wasn't hard or it probably would
have flopped and hit him right in the face when he turned to look at
me. Though him being eye level with my low hanging hairy nuts wasn't much
better for me. My face was already turning red when he pulled his hand out
from under the sink and stood up to show me a small tube. It was about the
size of a tube of toothpaste, but it had no brand name on it. It was nearly
blank, except for a sign labeled with directions.


"This is it?" I asked, more distracted by the tube than I was my hard cock
nearly hitting Kyle's smooth face. He nodded and shrugged.


"Yeah, Dan gave it to me the other week. It didn't work, obviously. But I
figure I should still try it, maybe I used it wrong." He said with a weak
smile. It was clear he was slowly getting desperate to find solutions,
after all, there won't always be a place to go rub his smooth hole til' the
itch goes away.


"Well um...How did you use it last time?" I asked as I read the directions,
which were fairly straightforward. Other than the specification to make
sure that the cream should be rubbed into the anus, there wasn't anything
out of the ordinary for a medical cream.


"I squirted some out and rubbed it on...my...ya' know." His smooth face
turned a bright red and I shook my head.


"It says here that you should put some...inside. I guess maybe since the
itch might come from deeper." I replied. Now that was more like Kyle, not
too great at reading directions. He looked down, a little shameful.


"Oh shit. I'm sorry dad. If I would have read better maybe you wouldn't
have had to do all that for me." He didn't try to meet my gaze, his shame
overcoming any embarrassment he might have gotten from looking at my long
erect daddy dick and swaying heavy nuts.


"Hey no worries buddy. Try and do it the right way and maybe it will work
this time. I'll head out and-" "WAIT! Um..." Kyle looked up at me,
practically pink-faced, "I-I don't know if I can do it on my own. "


	I rolled my eyes. Kyle may be fit. He may be fairly popular in
school. He may be a trouble maker. But one thing Kyle was at home, was an
enormous baby. His mother always babied him, doing a lot for him, at least
more than I ever thought was necessary. Maybe it wasn't his reading skill
as it much was his helplessness when it came to doing simple things for
himself when his mother or I were around. Well shit. Here I am again, faced
with the choice of letting my son suffer or helping him with the
problem. The things we do for our sons, am I right?


	I sighed and leaned against the sink, motioning for him to go bend
over the tub. He smiled a little, still embarrassed but happy he didn't
have to do it alone. Fingers crossed that it will have been the last time I
need to help him with this. He'll need to be able to do it on his own when
he gets back into school. Without much hesitation, Kyle slowly bent over
the edge of the bathtub and hooked his hands in the waistband of his short,
bubble-butt-hugging shorts and lowered them. Then I was greeted by a
familiar but embarrassing sight, Kyle's tight pink puck was winking at me
between his thick asscheeks.


	I squirted a little of the contents of the tube onto my fingers. I
was surprised at how watery and clear it was. There was a strong scent to
it that I couldn't quite recognize. As the liquid began to drip I moved to
press my fingers against my son's smooth crack. He must have got the smooth
genes from his mother, by his age I was already hairy. As the strange cream
dripped from the top of his crack, sliding down across his hole to make it
glisten, and partially pooling before his taint, I slowly began to rub it
in. I figured a little on the outside wouldn't hurt.


	My fingers rubbed slowly up and down Kyle's teen butt, slowly
working the cream into his skin. As it shined under the florescent bathroom
light, my fingers began to gravitate to his winking hole. It was already
pretty slicked from the initial bit I had put on him, but I added another
squirt from the tube directly onto his hole. Very carefully I rubbed and
started to push my thick index finger into his little bud. It was pretty
wild to see actually, my finger slowly sinking into the soft and velvety
boyhole that was causing Kyle so much trouble.


	He winced in discomfort, clearly not used to the feeling of his
tight jockpussy being penetrated. But he soon calmed down as he felt the
feeling of the soothing cream start to coat the first few inches inside his
little pucker. It was awkward for me, despite seeing his relief and
comfort, having to apply what was apparently the preparation-h of puberty
and young-adulthood. After about 3 minutes of slowly working the cream into
his hole, I removed my finger. His hole still flexed, seeming to miss the
relief of something rubbing out that itch. Thankfully it calmed down and
didn't twitch or wink at me anymore. Kyle turned around and gave me a
hug. It caught me off guard to see Kyle so affectionate, and it doubled
that surprise when I felt his hard teen meat bump against my heavy ballsack
and daddy cock.


"Oh shit sorry." He said and took a step back. "Thank you so much,
dad. Hopefully, this really works this time. I'm gonna go get changed." He
said cheerfully as he stepped out of his shorts and walked to his room
naked. It was oddly comforting to see him acting so casual. At least our
embarrassment subsided quickly.


	I made my way back to my room, getting into a normal t-shirt and a
pair of old shorts. Today was my chance to have a nice relaxed time for
myself. I didn't have to worry about Kyle or his itch or anything really. I
intended to spend my day lazing about the house and treating myself to some
R&R. As I reclined on the couch in the living room, turning the tv on to
some low budget action film, I shut my eyes and listened, content that I
could have a break.


	Of course, I wouldn't be writing on here if it worked out that
way. Almost as soon as I had begun to relax, the doorbell rang and I heard
Kyle quickly walking down to answer it. Typical teenage bullshit, inviting
someone over before asking the parent in charge. I was more annoyed than
angry, I would just have to relax out in the back yard.


"Dan! Come on in, I have the system set up already and the game is
updating. It said it should only take a half-hour." Kyle said from the
front doorway. Well, at least it was just Dan. He was the lowest energy of
all of Kyle's buddies and he was fairly shy so he never made much noise. I
actually felt a little better he was visiting Kyle since he was the only
guy at school who knew about his itching issue.


	I heard the front door close and I could maybe make out the word
"bathroom" being said. I was already starting to sit back up and begin to
shut off the tv when Kyle came into the living room. He had a weird look on
his face as he approached me.


"D-dad..." He whispered to me as he got down onto the floor and turned away
from me.


"What the hell are you doing?" I asked harshly as I saw him start to lower
his shorts. "You can't change in the living room, go run to your bedroom
while Dan is in the bathroom." I rolled my eyes, sometimes Kyle was a
little too short on common sense.


"N-no dad...look." He said sadly as he shucked down his pants and tighty
whities. Exposed before me was his plump and juicy ass, his crack and hole
still slightly shiny from the cream we used a bit ago. Only this time, his
hole was flexing and winking much more intensely than it was
before. "Dad...I feel weird." He said, looking back over his shoulder with
worry.


"God fucking damn it. When this is over, throw that tube right in the
garbage. Whatever it is, it doesn't work for shit." I said as I looked down
at his smooth twitching boypussy. Damn, it was just as bad as the last time
he used it. Maybe he was allergic to the cream or it was old or something
because this clearly didn't do shit. I moved forward, already preparing to
rub his tight hole. As much as it annoyed me, I didn't want my poor son to
get embarrassed when Dan came back down. But as my fingers touched his hole
he moved forward.


"N-No D-Dad fingers aren't....working." He was blushing hard looking at
me. I could tell he was in a lot of discomfort. When the itch hits, its a
bitch. "I-I've been rubbin' it since you put the cream on and it isn't
doing anything." He frowned and grunted a little, his hole still flexing
wildly.


	Of course, just my luck he would need the same amount of attention
as last time. Of course, time was of the essence so I knelt down to see if
a tongue rub would change anything for my poor son. My mouth, already
familiar with this process, latched onto my son's fussy hole and I began to
lick. Considering the intensity of this itching on this occasion, I felt it
wouldn't be unreasonable to use my teeth. So aside from my soft wet spongey
tongue rubbing circles and shaped against Kyle's smooth little pucker, I
sometimes would let my teeth scrape around his hole. I even took a few
moments to gently nibble around it. It seems like my creativity and
determination wasn't making much of a difference so I let my tongue slide
inside of his little tight hot tunnel.


	Again, it didn't change much, unfortunately. I would have much
preferred to just use my tongue to slather daddy spit onto my son's
boyhole, but I guess I would actually have to take things a step further. I
reached down trying to undo the zipper of my shorts, intending to fish out
my cock and see if maybe the spongey texture of my circumcised cockhead
would help his tight little ass. Unfortunately (damn how many times was
something unfortunate going to happen to me on my fucking days off) my
zipper was caught. My luck was at an all-time low as I could not get the
zipper down to save my life. Meanwhile, Kyle was pressing his face into the
carpet, practically biting it to stifle his moans and whimpers of pain.


	I couldn't waste any more time. I gripped both sides of the fly of
my shorts and pulled hard. The old fabric of the shorts started to rip and
give way. After a loud rip filled the air, only slightly louder than Kyle's
noise, I felt the cool air hit my hard cock. Thank christ I went commando
today or I would have wasted more time. I finished ripping off the now
tattered shorts and kneeled behind my boy. Without wasting any more time I
began to rub the fat head of my man meat against Kyle's pink puck.


	It slid along smoothly, partially because of my spit and partially
because of the precum that began to leak from my 8 inch cock. Though I
guess I shouldn't call it precum really. Precum is for sex, after all, this
was more just like...natural lube...my body's way of aiding my son in his
time of need. The slickness made it easy to rub the head against that
twitchy hole, but Kyle's little whimpers soon returned. Fuck. What was I to
do? Rubbing and licking wouldn't work. What else was a loving father like
me to do?


	It went against everything I had expected fatherhood to be, but I
stared down at the leaking tip of my daddy dick and decided what must be
done. I needed to rub hard and deep. And if that didn't work, maybe just
rush Kyle to the hospital and give Dan some believable excuse. I took a
deep breath and prepared myself before slowly pushing the tip of my
fuckstick into Kyle's little boypussy. The term boypussy couldn't be any
more accurate than it was then. His ass eagerly took in my meat.


	I guess the sheer amount of spit and pre that had entered his hole
was a very good mix for lubricant. Slowly inch by inch my cock sunk into my
son's ass, all the while his hole twitched and clenched around me. Fuck, I
felt so guilty. Naturally, the smooth tightness and flexible flesh of my
son's ass acted as the perfect cock-sleeve for a man's hard dick. And
naturally, me, as a red-blooded American man, was enjoying the feeling of
such a hot tight cock socket to sink into. However, my pleasure was merely
a side effect of my efforts to help.


	As more and more began to sink deeper and deeper it wasn't long
before my heavy nuts made an audible *plop* as they gently slapped against
Kyle's much smoother sack. His little yelps and moans seem to have quieted,
thank god it seemed like this was actually working. I began to pull out,
faster than I had entered. As my daddy cock slipped along the insides of my
son's 18-year-old love tunnel, I could see the relief spread across Kyle's
face. I took that as a sign of success and I began to work so he could
return to Dan before he left the bathroom.


	I began to quickly slide in and out of Kyle's hole. I did my best
to ignore the sheer bliss that my cock was in, due to the wonderful texture
of my boy's perfect ass squeezing and flexing as I massaged it with my
dick. The living room was filled with the sound of our panting and the
steady *plop slap plop slap* of my cock rhythmically working his tight
ass. I heard the toilet flush from the bathroom. Oh fuck. That was not
good. We were going to be caught for sure, I thought. I would go to jail
for Dan thinking I was molesting my son by pounding into his hole. Kyle was
going to be exposed as a teen with an itchy asshole. I would NOT let that
happen to us,


	Picking up the pace, I forced my cock inside of him and really
worked my hips against him so that our balls, each filled with similar DNA,
would rub softly against one another. I could hear footsteps
approaching. Thinking quickly, I lifted Kyle into my arms a little and
carried him behind the couch, all the while pounding furiously into his
tight cock-socket. For once, luck was in our favor as we were obscured by
the couch when Dan entered the room. He could see Kyle, but as far as I
know, he couldn't see me or Kyle's lower body.


"Hey dude, I think the game might be done downloading. I heard some kind of
high pitched noise though?" Dan said as he looked at Kyle, showing no signs
of noticing what was happening. Kyle put his hand up to his chin and
scratched a little.


"Oh um...that might have been some kind of alert to let us know its done?
You can go ahead and restart the system so it can add any updates if it
needs to." He said, his voice trembling a little bit as my cock slowly yet
firmly rubbed from the inside of his sphincter to the depths of his teen
hole.


Dan shrugged and nodded. "Alright bud, I'll meet you upstairs I guess? What
are you doing there?" He asked, starting to take a step towards the other
side of the couch.


"Oh just looking for one of my AirPods. Must have dropped it in the cushion
earlier and it fell down here. I can g-get it myself. I'll m-m-meet you
up....THERE!" He said as I felt my cock rub against some part of his ass
which I assumed must have been his equivalent of a g-spot...(well actually
after some googling now it may actually be a p-spot, who knew guys even had
such a thing?!)


Dan simply chuckled and started to head back towards Kyle's room. "Man I
knew you loved the new AirPods and they cost a lot but I've never seen
someone so fucking excited to find one under a couch. You're too damn
energetic bro." He said, his voice getting distant as he made his way
upstairs to the room.


	Thank christ that he was gone. The entire time I was fighting off
my cock's natural urges to breed a pussy and make a baby. Though I guess
that my rubbing against the inside of Kyle, set off some kind of crazy
hormonal reaction as I noticed thick white cum dripping down from the
fabric of the couch. My itch DEFINITELY never made me suddenly shoot a
load. Maybe it really would be worth taking Kyle to the doctor or
something. Either way, as I helped to ease him back into a more comfortable
position, the clenching of his ass as he moved set me off. I tried to pull
out in time, but I wasn't fast enough.


	My daddy babymaker began to spurt a hot load into Kyle's hole,
mistaking the wonderful feeling for that of a woman's hot pussy. (Maybe all
those anonymous dm's were really right in using the term *boypussy*) I
could feel my balls draining hot seed into his ass, even as I pulled
out. And of course, I had to preserve the new carpet. I quickly used my
hand to push the gush of cum leaking from his stretched boycunt back into
the velvety depths of his ass. Kyle and I were panting as I kept his hole
plugged with 3 of my fingers, ensuring that none would leak out.


Kyle reached around to pull up his underwear and shorts. "Thank you so
much, dad...I think it's stopped for now. I don't want Dan to get
suspicious. Please don't tell him about this...or mom!"


I chuckled a little. "No buddy, til we find a sure-fire way to control that
itch, its our secret. But we really should...um get that out of you, ya
know?" I said as I nodded to his ass.


"YOU COMING UP YET? DO YOU NEED HELP DOWN THERE?" Dan's voice echoed down
the stairs to the living room.


Kye quickly yelled back. "NO, FOUND THEM! COMING UP NOW, BRO!" He turned to
me and blushed, looking at the ground. "Thank you so much Dad, you are a
lifesaver. I'll go get it out right after I go see Dan." He whispered as he
quickly walked toward the stairs, though he seemed to wobble a little as he
walked.


	Alone again, I just sighed and plopped myself down on the couch. I
could see the strips of fabric that used to be my shorts thrown behind the
couch. Fuck, this was getting out of hand. And here I am now, typing this
out. Please any of you other dads out there. What the hell should I do at
this point? We keep getting lucky at the last minute but what happens when
I'm not around or when I can't stop his itch? Please fellow loving fathers,
help me out here!


XXXXItchyDaddy




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