Date: Wed, 12 Aug 2020 04:10:21 +0000 (UTC) From: J d Subject: Itchy Daddy Part 4 All usual disclaimers apply. It is assumed you read them and abide by them. This story is a total work of fiction. If it is not legal for you to read stories about sex between men, then say farewell. If you want to read on then please do. Please remember that Nifty can always use your help to make sure this site stays around and gives us an outlet and pleasure in reading. Please consider donating any size: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Wow. Just wow. I cannot believe the DMs I have been getting from other dads and sons! The message boards have removed the thread of me asking for help! When I asked they said it was because of sexual content! I know I did go into detail in my post for help, but it was only to show everyone the intensity of the issue my son and I have been going through. I figured I would post here again, seeing if anyone can help us out. We are still having A LOT of problems. As far as I know, Kyle is down to only 1 flare up every 2 days. And then most of those times he can handle himself, he said the cucumber treatment is working. Thank god honestly, because I cannot follow my 18-year old around everywhere just so I can help quiet down his fussy boyhole. Honestly, it would end up being a full-time job! Of course, now that we have an in-home remedy and Kyle is pretty much home all the time now that classes are done for the summer, a new issue is popping up. I'm not sure what this could be caused by honestly, but I'm developing an itch of my own. Though mine isn't just confined to my hairy asshole, sometimes it's this weird tickle in the back of my mouth. I thought to myself, okay well I'll do some of the things I tried with Kyle. No such luck. My hole stays twitching and fuck even deepthroating a banana didn't help my throat itch. So then I thought to myself, maybe Dan knows something. He gave Kyle the cream...even if it didn't work maybe he knew something. And what do you know, he was a little helpful. Now I should say that Dan isn't nearly as smart as Kyle when it comes to common sense. His grades are okay, but god that boy is just wired weird. So I talk to him while he's visiting Kyle, I ask him what he knows about Kyle's itch. "Well from what he told me it's on his ass...oh um sorry, I mean his butt. I gave him this stuff that worked for me a little bit." Dan replied to me . "Did he tell you it didn't do a damn thing?" I said back to him. "But he said he got his itch under control!" Dan said back, sad puppy-eyed because his attempt didn't help. "I helped and he has some of his own tools at his disposal now. You said you had an itch too?" I asked, curious to know why the cream worked well with him. "Uhhh yeah, it would kick up while I was changing in the locker room," Dan said, blushing. I mean, Dan wasn't too bright, like I said. I'm sure he made his ogling of the jocks changing very apparent. I mean hell I'd even caught the guy checking me and Kyle out. Not that I have an issue with him being into that, just if it was a secret, he did a terrible job of keeping it. "And what did you do with the cream to help it?" I asked back, putting my hand on Dan's shoulder trying to comfort him. "I would rub it on my asshol- I mean my butt. And I would have to really get in there with it. It usually took like 5 minutes." Dan said, eyes straight to the ground and his face bright red. "Dan...it wasn't whatever the hell that cream was, it was the rubbing. Kyle and I had the exact same problem." I shook my head and patted his shoulder. Well, that was a fuckin waste of time. Dan had probably been running to the bathroom, shucking down his shorts, and then vigorously rubbing and fingering his tight twink ass for weeks. And the little goober thought it was cuz of the cream! Still, I did get some info on where he bought it from. So at least I can go and visit the store sometime next week. Dan, the well-meaning yet oblivious goof, even proceeded to reach his hand down the back of his shorts. I knew what he was doing there. His long slender fingers were digging deep into his teen boypussy, scratching his itch and bringing him relief. Dan let out a soft moan as I watched the back of his shorts ride up and down, his fingers massaging out the itch in his pliable boypussy. I suppose he felt comfortable doing that in front of me, as he grinned slightly at me with a blush on his cheeks. As if to say *see? It's that easy for me*. Well good for Dan, and good for Kyle...but what about me? How am I going to handle my own tingling hole? I still had these tickles I was dealing with. God, it started to get annoying. Work became a nightmare for like 3 days. No rubbing soothed my ass and no amount of eating or drinking helped my throat. I was out of ideas so I came to Kyle a day ago. My bad luck returning, I forgot to knock on his door and walked in on him riding a cucumber. I didn't even blush this time. Honestly, at that point, we had already been through so much, seeing his tight boypussy stretched around a thick veggie didn't even faze me. Kyle blushed a little, embarrassed since he needed to finish rubbing out his itch. So I sat on his bed and watched him bounce his smooth teen bubble butt up and down his "massager". I've become more comfortable with Kyle's unusual needs, so I even held the cucumber still for him. His tight ring slid up and down the lubed green monster. The room was filled with the sound of Kyle's panting and the slightly wet squish of the cucumber repeatedly sinking into my son's jock cunt. After a few minutes of anal massaging that velvety tight boypussy, Kyle's itch was satisfied and he was free to talk. He laid on his bed on his stomach, his perky stretched butt in the air as he relaxed. I couldn't help but look over at it, the way his nice plump asscheeks spread ever so slightly to show his recently used pussy. Though, I was a little happy we had become more comfortable with each other, despite the very weird nature of our problems. "I've started um...having itches like yours...but they are more like little tickles. They don't really feel the way you said they do." I said, leaning back onto his bed and staring at the ceiling, more so to avoid ogling my son's ass rather than out of shame. "Like tickles...well maybe it's like mine, but not exactly the same?" Kyle said, raising himself onto his elbows a little. I looked over to see him looking at me, his back now arching a little and his perky bubble butt raised and flexing a little. "Then if they aren't the same then how the hell do I get it to stop....I've had it for a few days now. I tried your...methods. No luck." I said, leaning up a little bit. "Well um....did you try the mouth stuff?" Kyle asked and sheepishly smiled. "Like...maybe if it's not an itch, it doesn't need a hard rub like mine....maybe it needs something soft like what you tried with me before?" I paused for a moment. Well fuck...maybe Kyle was right. And I was at my wit's end trying to get this to go away. But mouth stuff? Did he mean like...licking my hole? Fuck. It was one thing to help my son out with it, but for him to do it to me...it seems even weirder. But fuck, my daddy puck throbbed, the tickle getting a little stronger. And the tingle in my throat just got more intense. It was so nice of Kyle to offer, I really raised a good boy. I hesitantly accepted Kyle's offer. His face lit up a little when I told him. He seemed glad that he could return the favor for helping him out so much the past 2 weeks. He even helped me get out of my clothes. Of course, his teen shyness returned once I was nude, my thick dad ass in the air as I laid down onto his bed. Kyle tenderly placed one hand on each of my furry asscheeks. Wow, that felt weird. His mother never grabbed my ass... But it wasn't too bad. The way Kyle experimentally gripped my thick cheeks and spread them so that the cool air hit my hairy manhole was amazing. I could already feel a slight bit of relief. I'm sure the two-minute-long pause on Kyle's part was due to him seeing my pink man-puck winking at him. Buried between my beefy hairy asscheeks was my own fussy manpussy. Honestly, it was no wonder why I hadn't gotten any attention back there besides wiping or soaping up in the shower. Probably hasn't even been touched since I was a teenager myself. I could tell, just from Kyle revealing it, that it was eager for attention. I could feel my sensitive hole twitch and pucker as my son looked down upon it. Kyle's hands kept my ass spread, but let his fingers creep inwards, softly stroking the thick hair that blanketed my asscrack. The moment his soft finger ran across the pink, virgin-tight entrance (I'd never done more than rub the hole) to my plump ass...fuck I couldn't hold back my groan of comfort. I could hear Kyle chuckle to himself at my groan, seeing his father on the other side of the issue. Meanwhile, my fussy little pucker was practically basking in the attention as Kyle shifted on the bed and brought his head between my cheeks. His hot breath hit my hole, causing it to wink at him and a shiver to run up my spine. It felt oddly comforting, my son's smooth face pressed in between my hairy cheeks. I didn't have time to stifle my moan when his soft full lips brushed against my asshole. It's kinda ironic, his lips meeting my ass-lips much like I had done to him just 2 weeks ago. My moan signaled Kyle to go with his instincts as he stopped holding my cheeks apart. I could feel them jiggle back into place, pressing against the side of my son's head. Meanwhile, he had set himself upon my manpussy, beginning to kiss and lick it. And damn, he was right after all. This *was* what my ass needed. I could feel the tickling going away as his tongue lapped at the puckered up skin of my hole. Kyle actually might have been enjoying getting to help me, as he started to slurp loudly. He even pulled back for a moment to spit directly on my flexing daddy hole. As my son worked to eat me out, I pushed my beefy cheeks back against his face. I could feel his soft flexible tongue begin to push past the ring of my hairy hole. The sensation was pure bliss. I could feel all the tension and tingle in my ass fly away. But of course...we needed to be thorough that it wouldn't return...so I didn't tell Kyle to stop. Instead, I began a rhythm of pushing my pulsing hole back against his face. My son's 18-year-old tongue tickled my manpussy, working its way into my love tunnel. I knew he could taste me the way I had tasted him because he was moaning at the natural flavors of his father's hole. I could have let him continue for another hour if it wasn't for his jaw getting sore. I could feel his licks getting lazier, the pressure of his wet organ lessening over time. I turned around just in time to see him slip his tongue out of my ass and sit up, his face glistening with a mix of his spit, my sweat, and my ass juices. He looked great honestly, it just seemed to really fit Kyle...as weird as it is to admit that. He smiled at me and asked how he did. I told him it was amazing and the tingle was gone. But still...there was the matter of my throat. Kyle must have seen the look on my face, because he crawled up to me on the bed, bringing his face to mine. I knew what he was thinking, and it didn't feel so bad knowing what was coming. Honestly, we were exactly what each other needed. So I didn't resist as he brought his lips to mine, his smooth face brushing against my beard and mustache. I didn't stop as our mouths opened to let each others' tongues slide around. I could taste the flavor of my own hairy ass on his tongue, and it made my throat immediately feel soothed. Our little tongue massage lasted for a moment or two before Kyle pulled back, patted my ass once, and said he had to get ready to go meet up with Dan. We didn't really need to say anything else, because I think at that point we knew what our new arrangement was when it came to handling the itches. There are still so many unanswered questions honestly...I dunno if anyone on these message boards can help, but it does feel better to get my story out there. As always I hope to hear from any other dads and sons out there going through anything similar! XXX ItchyDaddy Feel free to leave comments/feedback by emailing me gayyyyy777345@yahoo.com. This will be the last part of this series, at least for a while. Keep an eye out for another spin-off story coming soon to Nifty. Thank you to everyone who has messaged. We will return to Kyle and ItchyDaddy in a little while, but for now, I will bounce between updating this and starting (one or two) other projects.