Date: Mon, 17 Jul 2023 20:54:27 +0000 From: SFWolf Subject: 'Papi and Me' Chapter 1/4 Categories: Gay, Adult Youth, Incest, Athletics, High School, Authoritarian The following story is an original work of fiction, based on some actual events. The author is over the age of eighteen. This story depicts sexual situations between adult and minor males. If this context is illegal where you reside, or you otherwise find it offensive, please do not read. Move on to a more suitable story for you. If you are under the age of eighteen, do not read this story. I welcome feedback, both positive responses and constructive criticism, at sfwolf@protonmail.com If you like what you're reading on Nifty, please make sure to donate at https://donate.nifty.org/ to keep this FREE site going. -Wolf 'PAPI AND ME' Chapter I - Last Summer The Sacramento Valley in the summertime is a vast outdoor oven. Great for farming, punishing for everything else. In the summer of 1995 I was between my Junior and Senior years of high school. I was working for my dad that sumer. We were cleaning out the back of his work van, a black panel van with "Navidad Electrical" painted on the side in silver Roman letters that was usually immaculately clean. It looked boss and professional at the same time. But it didn't have windows beyond the cab and it got fucking hot in the summer. We were doing a full cleaning after he finished a multi-month project in El Dorado Hills and he finally had some well-deserved downtime. Everything came out, and we piled the equipment and supplies into the garage and out of our way. It was stifling in the van and the shade he'd parked under had moved. My dad and I were almost naked, only wearing shorts and shoes. Sweat soaked the bandanas we'd tied on our heads and streamed down our backs. I felt a few drops dribble down my ass crack, which felt good in a strange way. I could see that he was commando that day, and a faint trail of pubes rose above the fly of his shorts. I wished I could see more. I'd seen him naked a few times, but that was when I was much younger. We moved to an apartment complex with a pool, so we didn't change in the locker room at the public pool anymore. I remember what he looked like then, and I thought about him sometimes when I jacked off. He was almost 6' tall and thin, with the heavy, thick black hair, dark brown skin, and Mayan nose of your classic Mexican Indio. He kept himself trim and fit with hard work and trips to the gym for weight training. His body was strong and smooth, without the excess weight that some of my friends' dads had put on. He had almost no body hair at all, mostly around his crotch and under his arms. His cock was small and uncut, protected in a foreskin that covered the head and kept going to taper to a point. I was growing up to look just like him, just a little shorter and smaller. But I was putting on muscle and getting bigger every year. He was a champion wrestler in high school, and he owned the 145 pound weight class on the Varsity team. He wasn't your classic "jock" type. He was very quiet and gentle, with brown-black eyes that were sad and sympathetic. He's like someone who should go into one of the caring professions instead of the poser asshole's club of contractors. Unlike the other guys on jobsites, he never put on the act of how much of a man he is and how big his dick is. He was just himself and let his actions speak for him. And he was always there for me, keeping up with my school progress and taking me to Cub Scouts and youth soccer, which he made a point to call `futbol.' He told me often that he loved me, and I loved him in return. While I was vacuuming in the cab area I hit something between the driver's seat and the cargo grill. I pulled it out to see what it was, and it was a porn magazine. I was shocked, not for what it was but because there were guys on the cover. I looked at it for a few seconds, then put it back where I found it. I kept vacuuming until my dad unplugged it. "Lunch, Ruben" I pulled out the magazine, stuck it into the waistband of my shorts and headed inside. I hid it in my room, excited to look at it later. I looked at my dad and watched him eat as he sat across the table from me. Maybe a little too long. He looked at me his eyebrows arched as if to say `what?,' then kept eating. Later, we were both back in the van, cleaning it out to put it back together. I was on my hands and knees, clearing bits of wire and trash out of the cargo rails when I looked over my shoulder. I saw my dad watching me, but closer and more intensely than usual. He looked like he was sizing me up, imagining what I looked like naked. I smiled at him, and he smiled back and winked. We finished sorting things out and putting everything back in at about 6:00. We stood looking into the clean and organised cargo area, proud of what we'd accomplished. "Swim?" he asked, patting my ass like a coach would. He did that sometimes. "Sure." "You want the shower first?" "No, you first." My dad and I undressed in our rooms, and I waited until I heard the shower running to pull the magazine out. There were all kinds of naked boys, but they were mostly white and blond. It was like a magazine full of Ken's younger brothers, but with dicks instead of plastic chones. None of them looked like they were over 21, although the front said that they were all at least 18. I turned the pages while my cock swelled. I started playing with my foreskin as I looked at the photos of all these guys just about my age. They were like the guys I lusted after at school, but fake-looking. A drop of pre-cum squeezed out of my dick and hung onto the tip. The sound of the water turning off startled me, and I panicked to hide the mag again. I was frantically looking for something to put on to hide my raging hard-on. My dad appeared at my bedroom door with a towel around his waist. I had pulled on a pair of cargo shorts, but you could see the tent in front. He looked down at my crotch, and then up at me with a smile. "You're up. I'll meet you at the pool." I showered as fast as I could, pulled the shorts back on and headed outside. The pool was in half sun, half shade. We swam around a bit, and played the handstand game we've played since I was a kid. My dad started water-wrestling with me, and I played along. But this time he held me closer, and longer. Something was different. We sat at the shady end and cracked open the two cans of beer he'd set in the water to stay cold. We shot the shit a little until the beers were empty, then rinsed off and headed back. After dinner, we watched a movie we rented and waited for the apartment to cool down. The usual delta breeze didn't pick up, and it stayed hot later than usual. We kept the windows and doors to our rooms open, hoping that the slightest air movement would give some relief from the heat. I was exhausted, and I fell asleep almost immediately. Late that night, I woke up to piss and saw the blue light of the TV coming from my dad's bedroom. When I came out of the bathroom and looked in his door, I saw my dad on the bed, yanking his dick. He was watching a straight porno movie on mute. He motioned to the space next to him with a tip of his head. I pulled off my boxers, sat down and lubed up my cock. We started with us about a foot apart as the movie tried to establish the ridiculous backstory of the next scene. The action was going slowly, and so was my dad. He was changing his rhythm to last longer, edging himself as long as he could. I'd never seen his cock hard before, and it was a grower! His thumb of a dick was mostly hidden by pubes and his foreskin when it was soft. Now it had grown to a long, thin 6 1/2"" and the head was pushing out of its tight sleeve of skin. I wanted to suck it, but I kept to my side. I didn't know what he would do if I made a move on him. A girl was getting DP'd in a hot tub, and he moved a little closer. Through the corner of my eye, I could see my dad watching me instead of the TV. He stroked slow as the two guys switched positions, and I moved closer. We kept this up until our arms were touching and we could feel our arms stroking. My dad stopped jacking his cock and turned toward me, rubbing my thigh. His hand moved closer to my cock and I stopped stroking. Nothing was said, but we knew what we wanted to happen. He took my cock in his hand and started very slowly stroking while looking me straight in the eyes. I leaned over and kissed him, and his eyes closed. I reached for his cock and matched him stroke-for-stroke. Our arms were awkwardly crossed over, so I moved to straddle his legs with mine. He reached up to rub and then very gently pull on my nipples. I could feel the heat of his cock touching mine, one next to the other. "We're touching. Our pingas are touching," I whimpered. I leaned down and started sucking on his left nipple, losing myself in the moment. If felt so good, so perfect. So safe. I stayed there for a while with his hand on the back of my head as he whispered "Good boy. That's my good boy." I switched to the other nipple, and his hand moved down my back towards my ass. His finger rubbed the area where my crack began, and massaged my tailbone. He leaned forward to let me know I was done with his chest. He laid me on my back and we switched positions, him straddling me. He reached over to his bedside table and took out a bottle of lube. He pumped the first squirt over the head of my cock, the second on his. He reached for my shaft and slowly, gently stroked it. I took his and did the same. `No, just relax' he said to me and I released his cock from my grasp. I was delirious, and ready to cum. "Can I cum dad, please?" "Cum for me, mijo. Cum for your dad." I wanted to scream as I arched my back and my cock erupted with a geyser of white, but I stifled it and it came out choked. All of the windows were open, and I knew we had to be quiet. Dad kept stroking, but with a much lighter grip. Cum kept spewing out as I collapsed into the pillow. Now dad took his cock in his hand, an expert with his favorite tool. He pulled a few times, and I could tell that he was ready. When he was about to shoot, he slammed his head deep into the pillow and let out a long animal scream. Even though it was muffled, I was still worried that it was too loud. He laid there for a moment, then slowly sat up. From the bedside table, he grabbed a facecloth and headed to the bathroom. I heard water running, and then he returned. In the dim blue light, I watched him as he tenderly wiped up our cum that had mixed together on my stomach, filled up my belly button, and pooled at the base of my cock. The warm, damp facecloth felt amazing as he first cleaned me, then himself. He threw the facecloth expertly into the hamper with a bounce shot off the open lid. He stopped the VCR, turned off the TV and laid down beside me. His strong arms held me in the dark, now cooler from the breeze. I didn't know what to say, or what to do. In that moment, I felt the closest than I'd ever been to him. "I love you, mijo." "I love you, dad." "Stay with me tonight, mijo," he asked as he drifted off to sleep. It wasn't long before I did too. We woke up next to each other, his arm over me. The summer sun was already blazing through the apartment windows at 8:00 and the day was already starting to heat up. I turned to look at him and his eyes were open, looking at me. "Good morning, mijo," he said, and then kissed me on the lips. "Good morning, dad." We looked at each other for a few moments in awkward silence. Dad finally broke the silence with "That was some crazy shit. And I can't even play it off like I was drunk." "Yeah. How did this happen? How did you know..." He put his arm around me and pulled me closer, until our chests touched. "How did I know you were into dudes? You took my porno mag out of the van yesterday. I looked for it after lunch and it wasn't there. You've never had a girlfriend, and dad's can tell." "Yeah? You've never had a girlfriend, and all your friends are guys. How did you know? Do you have sex? Do you have a boyfriend?" "Yeah. Well, it's weird. I guess it's something I've always known. I screwed around with girls and guys in high school. I tried to date women, and I was happy with your mom before she had to go back to Mexico. I thought I was bi for a while, then I just admitted to myself that I was gay. I'm not dating anyone. I didn't want to put you in an uncomfortable spot. And when you were still a little boy I chose to give you all my attention and raise you right. It's just you and me, son." "Do you have sex?" "Not a lot. Sometimes I hook up with guys that I meet at the gym. Sometimes I hang out in the video booths at Goldies when I'm buying a mag or renting a movie. I've met some guys on jobs and we've fucked around, but nothing real. Not like this." "Yeah, that was stupid fucking hot.' "Have you screwed around with guys before?" "No, not yet. There's one guy at school who's out, but he's an annoying little fuck and I don't like him." "I've wanted you for a long time. When you started wrestling, getting bigger, I would see you at meets and be so proud of the man you're becoming. When your jocks start getting old, I pull them out of the dirty laundry and I buy you new ones. I keep the old ones for me. When I jack off, I breathe through them and fantacize about you. Sometimes all I can think about when I watch you is touching you. Like last night." We laid there for a while as I processed what he had just told me. Then my eyes met his and we looked at each other for a long time. "Do you want me inside you, mijo? It's your call, and I don't want you to feel pressured." I thought for a while, as my dick started getting hard again. Whether I wanted it. What it might be like after. I wanted him so bad. I could feel precum on my stomach. I nodded my head and rubbed his forearm. He leaned forward and kissed me again as he stroked my ass. He gently rolled me over onto my stomach, pulled himself up on his knees and found the lube in the sheets. As he spread my ass open with one hand, I felt the drip of cold lube on my hole. He squirted some more on his cock and spread it around, before leaning down and probing for my hole with his dick. When he found it, he slowly lowered his body onto mine as his cock slid inside. It hurt a little at first, but then it felt good as he started to thrust in and out. His hand held the back of my head to the side as he rubbed my scalp. "Feels good, doesn't it mijo. That's because we're made to fit together, fathers and sons." He put his head next to mine and we kissed as he fucked me. He was getting close, starting to grunt with each push. I felt his balls against my ass. One last grunt and he pushed all the way in, and I could feel the hair around his dick brushing against me. He stayed still for a few seconds and I felt his warm breath on my neck. It reminded me of when we would play-wrestle on the living room carpet and he would `pin' me. Then he wiped himself off and moved to lay on his stomach next to me. I looked him in the eyes as I stroked from the small of his back down to his ass with my hand. He smiled at me and I took that as permission to finger his hole. "You wanna fuck your papi?" He hadn't referred to himself as papi to me in years, and hearing it felt like a warm hug. "Yeah," I said, as more of a question than a statement. He spread his legs apart and I took that as my invitation. My cock was swelling as I maneuvered around him, lining myself up to his asshole. I lubed us up and gently, tentatively pushed into him. He let out a deep sigh as I slid inside. I put my arms under and around him in a bear hug from behind. I started pumping slowly, not forcing myself down, not sure what I was doing. I tried to copy his moves, but I was scared of what was happening. It didn't take long before I shot my load, and I shoved my face in the pillow just like him as I let out a long growl of pleasure. I kissed him again, and pulled out. I wiped us off, and laid back down again. "I love you, mijo." "I love you, papi." "Just remember, son: This is just for us." "I won't tell anyone. Just for us." That was my first time. My Dad took my cherry, and I couldn't imagine giving it to anyone else. ____________________________________________________________________________ If you like what you're reading on Nifty, please make sure to donate at https://donate.nifty.org/ to keep this FREE site going. -Wolf