Date: Sun, 24 Jul 2016 06:58:51 -0500 From: MW Man Subject: Nick - Chapter 2 This work is copyrighted by the author the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission in writing from the author. Personal or private copies are permitted only if they are complete and include the copyright notice. Placing this story on a website or reproducing this story for distribution without the author's permission is a violation of that copyright. This is a story of a man's relationship with his son and his son's friends. It will contain some sexual scenes, but it is not totally about sex. The series of chapters are completely fictional and are the result of the author's fertile imagination. Any resemblance to any real person(s) is purely coincidental. The story contains consensual sexual behavior between young adult males and an older adult male. It depicts unprotected sex and protected sex practices are the way to go if you plan to be around for years to come. If you are underage (below 18) or object to the subject matter, please leave now as the door that let you in will also let you leave. Also, don't forget if this story or series of stories make you quake in your shorts, donate! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Keep this great venue of erotica free and on-line! <><><><><><><> Nick - Chapter 2 "Are you hungry Nick?" I asked the half-dried off young Adonis standing before me in his towel alone. "Yes Sir." He said sheepishly, almost not wanting to admit it. "Please stop calling me Sir, you know my name is David, use it please." I said looking over my glasses at him. "How about a frozen pizza since it is getting late?" "Thank you Sir... I mean David." He said as his upper body got flushed red highlighting the many freckles on his pale skin. "I am just used to always saying 'Yes Sir' and 'Yes Ma'am". I don't know if Mike ever told you my Dad was in the military. Both mom and dad were very strict about that." He said, once again almost embarrassed and started itching the back of his neck. He found the spot, but by doing so exposed his strawberry/clear pit hair. I was starting the oven and unwrapping the cheapo pizzas that my teenager always loves. "So Mike told me that your Dad left your mom and you. Do you know how to contact him since your mom tossed you out?" I asked not even looking at his milky skin as my compression shorts were starting to form a wet spot while hiding my raging hard-on. "I mean if he has a place, then maybe I can take you there." "He's dead." Nick said, once again flushing bright red from his pecs up. Floored, I choked out, "Oh my god, I am so sorry! Mike just told me that he ran off and left, he never told me that." I said as I could see his eyes starting to tear up. "Come here honey." I said as I reached for him and held him as he cried on my shoulder. Thankfully my second brain realized that now was not the time and released the blood back into my body and went to sleep. He barely spoke and just went limp in my hands as I held onto him and let him cry it out. I just held onto his upper back and as he went slack I did not even notice, nor did he that his hold on the towel released and it fell to the floor. As the tears started to dry up, he pulled his wet face from my shoulder and then realized he was stark naked in front of me. "Oh jeez!" he said, breaking our embrace and bending over to grad his towel. Once again blushing. I had to wonder if he ever did not blush! "Bruh" I said in disbelief, it was something that my son taught me to always refer to his friends as it was 'cool', "Don't worry about it, I can barely keep Mike in clothes the little fucker runs around the house all the time naked as the day he popped out." It was true, my sixteen-year-old son actually hated wearing clothes. At first it was a little weird, when he was eleven, but it came to be second nature. When my husband was alive he and I just joined in, and it was really liberating. "Sorry, I am just shy." He said "Why the hell would you need to be shy? You have a great body, and you are a true gentleman. I bet the girls at your school drool all over you." Turning away to put the pizza in the oven. Trying to calm the voices in my head telling me to take a saw blade and attach it to a weed-whacker to take out all the girls that would fawn over him, I then said, "Don't you have at least one girlfriend? I think Mike as three or four, I lost count." "I don't have anyone." He said still standing in the exact same place where he stood, this time holding onto his towel with an extra knot. "They don't like me because I am a skater and they all call me 'Ginger' and they think that red hair is gross." He said tugging a little at his bangs and then at his red treasure trail leading down into his towel, "Every time I shave it, it just comes back in thicker." "Then stop shaving it, man-scaping is on its way out anyway, didn't you know?" I said lifting my shirt over my tummy and showing my hairy chest. "Only the body-builders who are insecure about their over-grown bodies and smaller looking peckers." I said with a giggle, which he joined in on. "Alright, your pizza is done, let me grab a plate for ya, want something to drink? Water? Soda?" "Water is fine." He said eyes locked on the pizza I was handing him. I got him a glass with some cold water and he stood there looking around seeming not knowing where to go. "Go sit in the recliner bruh, it's alright." I said following him to the chair. I took my place in my recliner and sat down and picked up the remote. Turning on the 9:00 news, seeing that it was going to be another hot day tomorrow. "Looks like we are in for another Midwest boiling day. Only 6-7 weeks from now we are going to be complaining of wind chill." I said as I watched him devour the frozen pizza. I sat there and gave him a look over, his pale skin was so attractive, his feet were large, probably easily a size thirteen or fourteen, they were long and slim. Each ankle was covered in a thick hair that only in the certain light he was sitting you could see. Trailing up into his towel just above his knees, were thick muscular calves lightly sprinkled with freckles everywhere. Passing his towel, and thickening red trail from his crotch fanned out and thinned across his flat stomach. Though I could not see a well-defined six-pack, it was quite obvious they were there. His pecs were not huge, but not flat, and in the center there was a thick patch of red hair trailing out to peach fuzz encircling his bright pink nipples. Each time he grabbed another piece of the pizza, I could see his muscles working in his arms and could easily tell that they were strong, but not ape like. The best thing was when he reached over to get his water, red hair poked out from under his arm, alluring to the red patch inside. I spotted a few trickles of sweat tracing their path down his side, and all I wanted to do was to catch that drop with my tongue. After he was done eating, much like any teenager that inhales food, I stated, "Well it is late, I am tired, and I know you have to be. Your clothes are still in the wash, and you are bigger than Mike, so some of his clothes may not fit but let's look anyway." I kicked down the footrest and so did he, once again almost losing his towel. "Just put your plate anywhere in the kitchen, then meet me in Mike's room." "Yes S... David" He said with a smirk since he caught himself. We both went down the hallway to my son's disaster area and started looking in the drawers. "I know he doesn't have any underwear, and if he did they wouldn't fit your frame, he is only a 28, and you are bigger. How about some mesh shorts and socks rather than the towel?" I said handing him what I knew was clean as it was in the bottom of the clothes hamper. He dropped the towel right in front of me and sat on a footstool to put on his socks. I immediately looked, as any man would, and saw his reddish-orange bush at the base of his three to four inch soft un-cut cock. What was surprising was the huge, and I mean bull-sized balls in a hanging purse that spread out on the edge of the stool. He got the socks on, then caught me looking at him, and instinctively covered his crotch as he grabbed the shorts and slid them on quickly. It did not help too much as mesh shorts did not hold back his poking pecker from jutting out, even soft. 'You know one of these days I am going to get a call from the Emergency Room telling me that my son had cut the head of his dick and needed stitches.' I thought, since he refuses to wear underwear. "You can crash in the spare room, as I have no idea where the bed is in here. I am across the hall. If you have any issues or anything, let me know." I said pointing him to my door, and to the spare bedroom. "I am always kinda nervous sleeping in strange places." He said looking around the aerial bombardment of crap that was once a clean room. "I am across the hall, if you are freaked out, come and get me." I said with a yawn, and headed into my room. Nick watched me as I rounded the side of my king bed, slipped off my clothes and got under the sheets. As I reached up to turn off the light, he had already turned off the hallway light and was standing against the door jamb, elbow high with his hand on his head, exposing his red, wet, furry pit. "Thank you again David, I know you did not have to come and get me and all this." He said looking around and a little confused. "Nick, stop thanking me, you're a friend of my sons, therefore you're my friend as well." I said as I hit the light. The light from the spare room outlined his body, and shone slightly through the mesh shorts. My night was going to be filled with ginger dreams of ginger sauce, and ginger cock I could tell. <><><><><><><> Has your dick gotten hard reading this? My stories are a little longer, but I try to be as descriptive as possible without causing a limp dick. Don't forget to send me an email if you would like and tell me how you much you liked it, I reply to them! Chapter 3 is coming soon, and if you liked 1 and 2, three may have you spewing over your shoulder. Either that or buy a plastic cover for your computer/phone so jizz doesn't ruin the phone! Slobbers, MW Man