Date: Wed, 17 Apr 2019 09:30:46 -0500
From: MW Mans Mind <mwmansmind@gmail.com>
Subject: Nick - Chapter 10

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The damn doorbell ringing at 6:30 a.m. on a Saturday, what the hell!  I
thought to myself as I slipped out from under the meaty arm of my fire god.
I grabbed a robe and slipped it on before rushing to the door before this
ass rings it again.

Looking out the peephole I see that there is some woman on my front porch.
She's dressed like trash, and I opened the door as I saw her hand heading
towards the bell again.  "What do you want, someone better be bleeding and
dying."

"You the one who has Nick?"  She asked with a hand on her hip.

"Who the hell are you?"

"I's his mom."

"So, you're the abusive hole he came out of.  I've got statements that you
were rather inappropriate with him.  Fuck off or I call the cops."  I said
looking at her hand where she was missing two or three press-ons.

"You the one fucking him, you know he ain't 18, right, dirty old fucker."
She said, letting out the whiff of alcohol that infused her breath.  I was
about to say something when I hear the hurried padding of feet down the
hallway.

"Sharon, get outta here.  You're drunk." Nick said staring at his mother.

"You comin home, now.  Momma needs her injun back." She said in a voice
that I thought was supposed to be sweet but came out more as a drunken
slur.

"Fuck off, you kicked me out, you told me to never come back and to kill
myself.  Take your drunken ass outta here and never come back.  Ask one of
your sugar daddies to fuck you and take care of you.  I am going nowhere!"
Nick said, getting red and starting to shout.  I could feel the heat of
anger radiate from him.

"You need to leave, or I'll call the police, and have you removed." I said
as I was closing the door.

"The fuck I am!" she screamed and pushed on the door hard enough to knock
me back. "you fucking old ass pervert, you think fucking my son and all is
gonna keep him away from me, he's mine!"  She screamed over me.

"That's it!" Nick said as he grabbed his mother and threw her into the
front yard, "You're not my mother anymore, you're just a whore that I used
to live with.  Get your nasty drunk ass and never come back!  This man has
taken me into his home and offered a better life than being with your skank
ass.  Look at you, needle marks up both arms, dirty clothes, you didn't
even wear the same flip-flops.  Get out of here, never come back, or next
time I'll not be nice at all with you and throw your nasty ass into the
street.  I'll tell you the same thing you told me `Go and do the world and
me a favor and kill yourself'!" He said, flexing and standing over his
cowering mother.

"Nick, calm down, get back inside." I said with earnest trying to calm him
from doing something else stupid. "She leaves or the cops will make her
leave."  I said putting a hand on his bare shoulder and re-coiling from the
flinch he gave me.  He turned on his heel and stormed back into the house.
I looked at the trailer trash on my front lawn, "you've got 2 minutes, then
I'm calling the cops, get up and leave, don't look back, don't come back."
I said turning and walking back in my door.  Before I shut it, I heard her
yell that she'll be back.  I locked the door, walked over to the alarm
panel and touched the panic button.

It was barely three minutes later that there were four police officers in
my front yard, weapons drawn, and looking at the female who had her hands
behind her head.  Once in cuffs and in the backseat of a cruiser, one of
them knocked on my door.  I opened the door and he asked to come in.

"Are you alright Sir?" The officer asked, looking around just past me his
hand close to his weapon. "Are you alone in the house?" he whispered.

"My son is here with me, but we're it.  Sorry to have to call you out on
this."  I said trying to be polite.

"Not a problem Sir.  The female that we have in custody has made some
accusations that we need to discuss.  May we speak with your son, alone?"
He said with a little more authority in his voice.

"Sure thing officer, his room is down the hall on the right.  He's still a
little shook up from the encounter with her, so kid gloves please."  I
asked as I got out of the way and showed him the hallway.  He walked down
the hallway and knocked on the doorjamb and entered Nick's room.  I looked
over and there were two other officers staring at me at the door, I
motioned for them to come inside.  I turned and headed to the kitchen to
make coffee, I just knew this may be a while.

With two officers in-between me and Nick's room, and an officer in his
room, I knew from foster experience that he was being interrogated about
the possibility that I was taking advantage or abusing him.  I just offered
the other officers some coffee and sat in my recliner to wait.

It took another 45 minutes for the officer in Nick's room to re-appear.  He
stood next to me in my recliner and told me that he had to question Nick
about some of the things that Sharon said.  He asked if I wanted to press
charges of tress-passing on her, I declined, though I did make it known to
them that she is not welcome.  They told me she had four warrants, so she
was going to jail anyway.  They thanked me and I saw them out.

I immediately put down my coffee and went down the hall to Nick's room and
as I entered, I saw he was in just shorts like before, he was curled up on
his bed in a fetal position crying.  "Nick honey, are you alright?  Can I
do anything for you?" I asked trying to be cautious, the anger that I saw
in him did scare me a little.  He was a fierce fire god.

"I hate her." He said through the sobs.  "Can you hold me like a parent is
supposed to?  I need my dad." He whimpered.  I got on his bed and spooned
behind him and wrapped an arm around his chest.  "I don't ever want to hear
her name again, never want to have her eyes on me, it just makes me feel
dirty."  He said and I squeezed a little tighter with my arm.  He turned,
opened my robe and curled up with his face on my chest.  "I just want you
to hold onto me and protect me from her."

"I'll protect you my boy, she'll never be back here again.  Just relax and
fall back asleep if you can." I said into his hair as I kissed his scalp.
It was about 5 minutes later that there was a noticeable release of tension
and his breathing evened out and I started to hear the slightest bit of a
quiet snore.  As I felt and heard this, my eyes closed, and sleep overtook
me slowly much like a slowly sinking ship.

I awoke lying on my back and no Nick on my side, he was sitting on he edge
of the bed watching me. "What are you doing?" I asked through the grog of
sleepiness.

"Just watching you sleep."

"Why?"

"You did something that I am not used to and I'm happy and proud to be your
son and call you Dad."  Nick said as he leaned in and kissed me deeply.
"You protected me." He said with his breath into my mouth with only the
slightest of breaks from his kiss.  He leaned back in and kissed me again,
this time with ten times the passion.  I raised my hands up to hold his
head and he gently grabbed my hands and held the wrists together and with
his strength held them above my head.

He straddled me and broke the kiss.  I was shocked at the endorphins that
it released being kissed like that.  I looked at him as he towered over me
and the ability to see all his red fur from his pits to the dusting on the
chest and his treasure trail made me hard.  He leaned down and put his
armpit at my mouth and I leaned up licked it and lapped at the hair and the
sleep sweat that was there.  He took his pit away from me, as my mouth was
savoring the flavor.  He bent down and kissed me again, sharing with me his
musky flavor.

When he broke the kiss, he spit in his hand and reached around and slicked
up my cock.  Hovering over me, my hands still held behind my head, he
pushed on them, wanting them to stay there, and he sat up.  When he sat up,
I could feel his coarsely covered legs rub on my sides.  He positioned
himself above my cock and lowered his steaming hot ass onto my cock.

Slowly, I entered my beautiful fire god.  He grimaced a little as I was
sliding into him.  He paused and then sat up straight and took me all the
way in in one push.  He put his hands behind his head and started a slow
motion as he bucked his hips on my cock.  "Dad, I love you." He said as he
ground his furry ass down onto my cock.

He rode me for a little bit, and I pulled him down onto me for a kiss.
While kissing him I rolled over, and he got onto his back and opened his
legs beckoning me to get in-between them.  As I crawled between his hairy
legs, I grabbed his legs, put his knees in my elbows and he reached around
and guided my cock home.

I started slow and leaned down and kissed him as I impaled him on my cock.
This felt more like making love than fucking, my motions were slow and
deep.  From the kissing I was stifling his moans.  He reached around and
put his hands on the sides of my hips and pulled and pushed for me to
increase my rhythm.

I was in absolute ecstasy as I stared pumping his sweet hairy ass, he began
jerking his cock.  I could feel my orgasm in my toes heading north towards
my balls. "I'm close" I whispered into his mouth, as I returned sucking on
his tongue with increased intensity, which was matched by my fire god.

My moans started to increase as my orgasm became imminent.  He broke the
kiss to throw his head back as he shot all over his chest and

stomach.  I could not hold it any longer, I blew my load deep within the
fiery hot hole I was fucking.

After I came back to the earth, I looked down and saw no pain on his face,
just passion.  I pulled out letting his legs down and laid down on him as
our mouths found each other again.  My kisses were deep as I could feel the
slickness of his body against mine.

He broke the kiss, pushing my up and over onto my back.  He licked his
glorious seed from my pelvis and took my cock into his mouth sucking the
last of my lingering load from my softening cock.  He took each one of my
balls in his mouth and listening to my moans of pleasure.

He let my balls drop from his mouth and licked his way up my body and lay
next to me as we kissed once again.  He broke the kiss and said, "Dad,
we're a mess, time we take a shower."

"I agree." I said as he got up and held out his hand for me.  We went into
my room and into the bathroom and took a shower together.  Once we were
clean and dried off, he once again took me by my hand and led me to my bed.

"Dad, I love you." He said as he pulled me down on the bed and curled up
next to me, we were both asleep in no time.

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I want to thank all the great comments and emails I have received from the
first eight chapters, as you can tell I have listened to them.  The stories
are going to be longer, and if you have a request of an idea that you would
like to see David, Nick, and Mike do, keep sending them.  I know I was hard
as a rock writing this, and I do hope you were too.  Remember that sprayed
semen does not work really well with electronics, so be careful reading my
stories that you don't ruin a keyboard, phone, tablet or another vulnerable

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Slobbers,

MW Man

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