Date: Mon, 13 Dec 2021 18:54:42 -0600 From: Derrick Sanders Subject: My Boy's Boy 19 My Boy's Boy Part 19 Please support Nifty!! Donate:: https://donate.nifty.org/donate.htm This story is fiction. Snippets are from reality with additional kink and dreams of my own added, along with suggestions from readers. I appreciate reader feedback--it's the only pay we get here, so feel free to email me at derrick1968mwm@gmail.com. I'm always playing with myself while writing and usually while reading comments as well. Comments from readers are the only pay I get...donations to Nifty are appreciated. Craig's View I was just about to meet my brothers at our late parents' home when Kevin called. I knew it had to be relatively important and Kevin knows I really don't like talking on the phone while driving. "Yeah...what's going on? You don't call." "It's Dylan. He screwed up." Then Kevin told me about Dylan losing his car and being within days of getting kicked out of his apartment because he lost his job. I growled when Kevin finished. "What did you tell him?" "That he should have told us he was having trouble." "Exactly what you should have told him. Here's what you do. His car is gone. That's his lesson. Call his landlord. Find out what it would cost to get him out of that lease without any more legal issues. Clean out his apartment and bring him to live with us. Get a Uhaul if you need to. You took the credit card didn't you?" "Thanks Daddy. I appreciate this." "I know you do Kevin. If this didn't piss me off I'd make some joke about you both needing to suck my dick like high-price whores when I get home, but I won't. I think that's it." "I told Dylan that losing the job is shit that happens. The car and the apartment he should have told us about." "Yes. Kevin, you are starting to think like me. I can't decide if that's good or bad. That's exactly how I feel. Tell him losing the job is how life goes sometimes and that he'll get through this. Kids always think shit is the end of the world when it's not. There's nothing else you need to tell me is there?" "No Daddy. That's it." "Good. We can handle this. Ask the landlord how they want payment and when they need it. I should be home tomorrow. I'm just about to my brothers and I need a few minutes to get back in "old home" mindset before I get there. Is there anything else?" "Nope Daddy. See you when we all get back home." "See ya. Love you boy." Dylan was giving me the biggest boner as I sat driving in my car. He had also really pissed me off. My anger at him only caused my erection to become more intense and feel like it was burning through my jeans. I would meet my brothers in five minutes and needed to calm myself down. Dylan's View There was no way I could not tell Dad what was going on. I had no car and the eviction notices were still sitting out in my apartment when he got there. Telling him how I had fucked up was so hard, but getting it done quickly was the best thing given the situation. After waiting so long it just all flew out of me in a constant stream of words. Somehow telling Dad my problems and just waiting for the reaction had made me horny. I got on my knees in front of him. I did it before I even realized what I was doing. Telling Dad everything just felt like I'd released something inside me and I felt so much better. And for some reason, letting go of all that just made me incredibly horny and I wanted and needed to suck his cock. The cock that had shot a load to make me was going to shoot a load inside my mouth and I was going to swallow it. Dad was hard the minute I touched his cock through his pants after getting to my knees. Was he already hard or had he popped an instant boner the second I got to my knees? It didn't matter why Dad was hard. I pulled his dick out of his pants and eagerly took his erection as far as I could into my mouth. I could feel his crotch hair against my face as his erection filled my throat. He put his hands on my head and I was instantly gagging. My slobbering on his cock was partially due to the fact that I was already in tears from what I had told him and partially because he was probing the depths of my throat with his leaking erection. He started to slowly fuck my face and then his pace quickened. I mumbled "I love you Dad" as he rammed himself in my mouth. I'm not certain if he understood what I meant, but I knew the vibrations were stimulating him. I wanted him to nut in my mouth. I wanted him to fuck my face. I just remembered to keep my teeth off his cock and rub my tongue on the bottom of his prick as best as I could. I wanted to feel Dad's cum in my mouth. I wanted to feel myself swallow all his cum. It wasn't meant to be. Dad was so aroused that he fucked my face hard and when he came, his dick was so far down my throat that his cum never touched my cum and it felt like he nutted in my stomach. His moans and groans told me he liked the blow job, liked the fact that he could fuck his son's face and cum in his boy's mouth. I'd have to wait for another time to feel his cum on my tongue and let it linger there. We really didn't have time for a long session today anyway. Craig had given us a list of things to do that he would expect us to have done. Dad's cock shot in me as he made that last groan indicating he was cumming. I grabbed him as he did. And I thought of Craig too the minute Dad exploded and my asshole twitched. Dad pulled his still hard cock out of my mouth. "Thanks boy, but we really need to get to work. There's a lot of shit to get done." I felt better after telling Dad everything even though I cried like a fucking baby at the time. I felt like a failure and did not want to disappoint Dad and Craig. It was funny that Craig's reaction bothered me more than Dad's. Craig just seemed to have his shit together in ways that Dad really did not--or at least didn't until he met Craig. When Dad told me Craig would be pissed, I had the oddest reaction. While I was almost scared to see Craig, the thought of seeing him had me hornier than I had ever been before. My cock was like lead in my sweats and my ass seemed like it was twitching constantly. I couldn't stop playing with myself through my jockstrap as Dad was on the phone to Craig. Their conversation seemed to go really well and Dad's face didn't indicate Craig was spitting nails on the other end of the conversation. "Stop playing with that dick," Dad said. "We've got to get you packed up and ready to move out today." "What? Where am I going? I don't have any money." "You're moving in with us Dylan. Craig and I discussed it. We need to pack up what you do have here and get you out of here." "But what about the lease and the car? And I have no job. What am I going to do?" "Craig will take care of whatever you owe on the lease. The car? He pretty much said you're fucked on that. We'll figure out something. You can't stay here Dylan if you have no money. Craig and I have a plan...or at least we'll get you back on your feet." "My stuff? It won't fit in that car you brought? Is there any way we can get mine back to haul stuff? Dad?" I really liked that car and thought this ploy might work. "No. We're getting a Uhaul if we need to. Your car is gone. You didn't make the payments on it Dylan. You need to learn." I could see Dad rolling his eyes. I just could not believe Craig was going to help me out like this. I knew that he was my Dad's boyfriend, the longest one my Dad ever had and definitely the best of the bunch. But I never dreamed he'd just let me move in with them like this. I had to quit stroking my boner and thinking about Craig. I needed to pack or at least help my Dad throw my crap in boxes. At least I didn't have much of my own stuff to pack. By late that evening, all my stuff was packed and we were ready to go. I couldn't believe that I was going to be living with Dad and Craig. Craig's View Meeting with my brothers was always a trip--figuratively as well as literally. I was going to have to put my frustration with Dylan aside and focus on what needed to be done. I was the youngest of three and my oldest brother wanted to move into our late parents' home, which meant getting everything out of there he and his bitchy wife did not want. My middle younger brother would be there as well, but he didn't have a wife (bitchy or otherwise) to worry about. We always met alone when doing any "family business," for which I was thankful. Michael nor I liked Brian's wife and it was best if she wasn't around when we went through things. Both Brian and Michael were typical redneck, rural America farmers. Brian could be easy going as hell and the only good thing about his wife was that she kept the finances in order and someone from taking advantage of him. Michael, while I always got along with him great, was a "take no bullshit and don't fuck with me guy," although he was pleasant as punch if you didn't cross him. The main difference was that Brian was under the thumb of his wife and Michael, who had divorced his a few years after their marriage was not. Michael had never married again and had not, to my knowledge, even dated. He only ever said, "I've got enough farm work to do as it is without worrying about trying to maintain a relationship." Brian said he just needed to find the right woman. Michael would make a joke about how it was easier to just get along with his hand. Three hours later we had it done and the items I was taking home were in my trailer. Fifty years of my parents' life had been settled up in a few hours (we even worked out an agreement on the real estate while I was there). I still had plenty of room in my trailer. We'd got it done without so much as an argument. I shook hands with both my brothers and told Michael--who was the one of us actually handing the legal affairs--to let me know if he needed me to sign any additional papers. The minute I headed out my mind went right back to Dylan. That boy needed some strong guidance. Kevin was a good dad to him, but I could see from his "don't let my Dad know my life is in a slight mess until it's in a bigger mess" attitude that the boy needed to learn some lessons. That's when I called Tom. Years ago, before I purchased my new home and before I met Kevin, I had been involved with a series of submissives who were into a variety of punishments. Some of the equipment I had purchased online and specialized items Tom, who is a better craftsman than I, had built from scratch. We had shared experiences with a few submissives as well since both of us were more than slightly aroused by aspects of the BDSM scene. After my last submissive left to move in with an ailing parent, I was in the middle of starting up my "self-employment" career and there just wasn't time to find a new sub on top of everything else. When I moved, Tom and I put the "toys" and "gear" in storage. It was a few years afterwards I met Kevin and, for all his submissiveness to me, he wasn't really into any sort of real rough play. Kevin was (actually is) the best sub I have ever had and sexually does everything I ask of him, including a variety of kink. But it doesn't seem that this is his scene, so to speak. I could not have built my new career without him doing all the stuff around the house/office for me that he does. And he never fails to keep my crotch satisfied, no matter how I need it drained. He also loves to be a part of group play, doesn't mind that I like to get ass on the side, isn't a jealous bitch, etc. But Dylan needs some structure and some discipline. That is apparent. He's also seems to be a little bit more submissive and in need of control than Kevin does. Oh my fucking cock was so hard at the thought. I needed to re-focus. "Tom? I'd like to get all my old gear out of storage and move it into the house? Would you have time to help me this afternoon?" Tom replied, "Yeah. I'm free. It's about time you got that crap out of storage. You're paying a monthly charge. Is that why you're getting it out?" "Smartass. I think you know why I'm getting it out." "If you think you're using it on me, you are sadly mistaken." "Smartass." My cock throbbed. "Dylan?" "Yes." "Kevin know?" "No. I don't think he'll be into it, but I don't think he'll mind either. We've watched a few BDSM videos that were pretty intense since we've been together. He only said `I'm not so much into that myself, but it is sort of arousing." Tom laughed. "Craig. Even if he's not into it, he's so into you that he'll be game for it on some level. You are the luckiest fucker on the fucking planet. Text me when you're twenty minutes from town and I'll head over." "Great. See ya." So it was set. We'd have to move a few things around in the finished basement, but there would be plenty of room. My cock was so fucking hard I could barely concentrate to drive. My dick would have to wait. I had not jacked off since I had met Kevin and I wasn't going to start today. Dylan's View Dad went and got a Uhaul, boxes, and enough other packing supplies to take care of what stuff I had. While he started packing he made me call the landlord to see what I owed to take care of whatever legal action and shit they had going against me. I did not want to call or deal with it and said since I wasn't going to be the one actually paying it could Dad call and take care of it. Dad shot me the dirtiest look I had ever seen on his face. "No Dylan. You're going to man up and deal with this. Just get the amount and the address for payment. Daddy made it clear that you needed to make the call yourself." Fuck. There was no way to get Dad to do it if Craig wanted me to. Dad wasn't going against Craig. There would be no whining out of this. While I called, Dad started packing my stuff. The total for my "missed rent and fees" was $5400. I nearly shit. Then I hung up and told Dad. He could tell I sounded a little afraid to tell him. "Did Craig think it would be that much?" "Dylan. I knew it was going to be a nice piece of change. Craig did as well. Don't worry about it. Craig knew what he was agreeing to when he told you he'd do it. Don't worry about him being surprised about the amount. Help me pack your shit." Three hours later we were done. Dad came into the bedroom where I was doing a last minute check and said everything was packed. The apartment was furnished and I had just looked under the bed one last time. "This the bed where that guy fucked you when you got home?" "Yes Dad." "What position were you in when he came in the room?" "On my hands and knees." "What were you wearing?" "The jockstrap of Craig's." "I bet that looked hot. Show me." "What Dad?" "Show me how my son looked on that bed when that dad type came here to fuck you." I took off the shoes, sweats, and shirt I was wearing and climbed up on the bed and got in the position I was in when the guy from the phone app walked into my room. I was just in a jockstrap and a pair of socks. "You have on socks. Were you wearing socks?" "Yes Dad." "Hot. You look hot too. My son looks hot on that bed like he did when he was waiting to get a dick in his hole." I started to move. "No. Stay right where you are." I was a little nervous and, to be perfectly frank, I was getting aroused. I could feel my cock start to stiffen. "You waited here for an online not-your-daddy-dad to fuck you in your ass, didn't you Dylan?" "Yes Dad." "You were on this bed, horny with your ass up in the air, framed by Craig's jockstrap, waiting for a dick to be shoved into your boyhole. Right Dylan?" "Yes Dad." You were waiting for a hard dadcock to fuck your hole. You were horny and your hole was twitching for it, wasn't it Dylan?" "Yes Dad." "Dylan...that hole, framed by that jockstrap is it quivering for something in it? That dick, resting in the pouch that has cradles Craig's dick, is it hard?" "Ummmm...Dad." "Dylan? Answer the question: is the hole quivering and is the dick hard?" "Yes and Yes. Dad." "What's that hole quivering for Dylan?" "Cock Dad." "Whose cock Dylan?" "Right now...your cock Dad." Dad walked over to me and, after licking his index finger, began to probe my hole. It felt so good entering me. Before I knew it his entire finger was inside me. I moaned. He wiggled it and it felt even better. I moaned again. The next thing I know, Dad's pulled me to the edge of the bed and has positioned the tip of his cock at my hole. "What do you need Dylan?" "Dick dad." And he slid his cock in my ass. Balls deep on the first thrust. I moaned. Dad pulled out and started to fuck me. It felt so good having his dick slide in and out of my hole. My own Dad had his erect manhood in my backside. I pushed against him as he thrust in me. I wanted it as deep in my hole as he could get it. He moaned. He groaned. "This will have to be a quick fuck Dylan because we really really need to get going. I don't want to keep Craig waiting for us to get home." And he rammed me harder than he ever had. I nearly screamed out. And then I did, "fuck me Craig!" Shit! I called Dad Craig. "Oh he'll fuck you later. I have no doubt" and he went right on with my banging. Dad was fucking me harder than he had before. The reference to Craig, instead of making him mad, only served to turn you on. "It's ok that you want Craig's dick in your hole. I've had in mine plenty of times. I know how good it feels. I know how good he fucks. For now you'll have to deal with your real Dad's dick in your hole." He moaned and he groaned. Dad was not a bad fuck and his dick felt better than the random dude who fucked me in this same bed the other day. And somehow it felt so good to have my own Dad's dick in my hole. This bed was getting more fucking in the last two days than it had the whole time I was in the apartment. I knew we needed to go before long. I turned back to look at Dad fucking me and there he was ramming his cock in my hole, pinching his nipples hard, and staring right at his dick entering and exiting my hole. I squeezed his cock hard and the next thing I know he shoved hard, let out one last argh, and bred the hole of his son. There wasn't much time for after-sex glow. There was a knock on the door. It was my landlord. I threw on clothes and answered. He said he'd do a quick inspection before I left. He appreciated me being able to take care of all the costs before he left and, because I was finally being responsible, he reduced it a little bit where he could. I'm not a slob, so there wasn't too much to look at. I gave him my key, signed the papers we needed to, and he said he would send me a final receipt for the rest of things when he got the payment from my Dad. I didn't correct him on who Craig was. We got in the SUV of Craig's that Dad had. The trailer had my things packed away. I sat down and took a look at my keys. "Shit dad. I have one of the keys on my keychain. Oh well, I'm going to worry about it. We signed papers." "Did your landlord know you had two keys? If so, he'll realize he doesn't have it and he'll send a bill. You need to take care of all loose ends. And besides...Craig's not going to be happy if you get a bill after what he paid to settle this all up." I grabbed the key and went back inside. My former landlord was sitting at the table in the kitchen doing some paperwork. "I forgot the extra key. Silly me." "Thanks for bringing it back. Appreciate it. Don't want any extra charges." "Yeah. That's what my Dad said. He really helped me clean this place up. Thanks again." "That's apparently not all your Dad did today, Dylan. You two put on a nice little show today." I looked at him with a confused look on my face. "Dylan, I had a key to your apartment and let myself in since you were cleaning up." "Oh, I thought I heard you knock." "That was for your benefit after I saw the little show you and your Dad put on in your bedroom. If I had known you put your bare ass up like a little whore we could have worked out something on your rent." Stay tuned... Thanks to all who have read so far. It's appreciated. I love hearing from readers even if only to say the story made you jack off, got you hard, etc. Message me at derrick1968mwm@gmail.com and let me know what you think. I can't incorporate all ideas into future stories, but we're not done with these characters yet.