Date: Mon, 18 Jul 2016 08:16:58 -0500 From: MW Man <mwmansmind@gmail.com> Subject: Nick - Chapter 1 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. <><><><><><><><> Chapter One - "Dad, please!" My son was starting to whine. "Okay, fine, but only for this week." I replied rolling my eyes. My son Mike has been bugging and bugging me about going on a mission trip with our church for weeks. I finally agreed as it would get him out of my hair. It is not that I do not love my son, it is just that I am getting very little if no work done, as I work from home. "You are the best!" He said as he took off upstairs to start packing. I knew that he wanted to go on this trip, I just did not want to have to pay for it. Thank goodness for grandmothers! "When is Grandma coming to pick you up?" "She is coming at 3:00." He said from upstairs, making enough racket to sound like he was taking furniture apart to pack. Three o'clock came and she is always on-time, and poof, I was alone in the house. The first thing I did was go downstairs and sit at my desk and find some porn to rub one out. I found a good one about some trashy street trade and it was not long before I was dumping a nut into the trash can under my desk. Basking in the after-glow with my softening cock in my hand, my phone's messenger goes off. Well as I was done anyway, I pick it up. It is one of my son's friends. It was one of Mike's friends Nick wanting to know if Mike was around. Sitting in my chair with my shorts around my ankles I picture Nick in my mind, his toned body, his over-developed furriness for a sixteen-year-old. All those years of wrestling really turned him out as a hell of a specimen of testosterone filled young man. [Mr. Jones, where is Mike?] [He just left on a church trip bruh, he will be gone for a week.] I texted back. I know that some people think texting the friends of your kids is creepy, but I always want to know my boy is safe. [Crap, fuck, damn, shit, he is an asshole.] Nick texted me. [Whoa, WTF Nick?] I was starting to get irritated, I hate it enough when my son cusses at me. But Nick's Dad left him and his mother a year ago, and his mother is a drunk, so he gets a little leeway. [My mom kicked me out last night, Mike didn't return my texts.] I read with dread filling me. I adopted Mike out of the foster system four years ago, and he was in the same situation. I felt for Nick. [Where are ya, what can I do to help?] I responded, [Or do you want to talk on the phone?] [Out of minutes, and battery dieing]. [Where are you, I will come get you.] I texted back, pulling up my shorts. [Shell on N Park] [I will be there in 15] I texted as I went to get my wallet. His mother should be shot for how she treats him. I get in my SUV and head out of the garage and head to the gas station near his house that he said he was at. It was already a hot day, 98 degrees outside and really humid. It took me just a jump on the highway to get to Park and as I drove into the parking lot, I spotted him right away. He was wearing just jeans, and had a backpack with him. Even though Mike and Nick were the same age, Nick was much more muscular and defined. I could see as I drove up that he was shining with sweat. "Get in, what did your mother do this time?" As he got in the car, the musky adolescent scent of his sweat filled the air conditioning, and I could see his nipples go hard almost instantly in the cool air. "She found out that I was screwing a girl down the street at our apartment complex, and she freaked out. She was drunk and threw me out around eleven last night." He said, hunched over and embarrassed. "I can't handle this crap, she is driving me up the wall." "When did she say you could come home," I said quickly thinking of a place he could go, "or did she even say?" "She told me to get the fuck out, and since she thought I was a man now, I can find my own place to stay." He stated as I saw a tear form on his eyelid. "Why does she hate me so much? Is it because I look more like my Dad then her?" The tear started to turn into a full-out river, and convulsive crying. "Come home with me, Mike is out of town but you can hang with me until we find a better place." I said rubbing his shoulder, pulling away a sweaty wet hand. As I lit a smoke, I could smell him on my fingers, and the entire car was filled with hormone-filled young musk. We drove home in silence, except for a few sobs from the passenger seat. When we arrived at home and I drove into the garage and killed the engine, he sheepishly got out and walked to the door and waited. Once I de-activated the alarm, I opened the door and he still stood there. "Well why don't you go upstairs to the spare room and dump your stuff. You know where the towels are, take a nice long shower, and then we will see what we can do." I said as he walked in front of me. I could not help it as he walked up the stairs in front of me to stare at his firm little ass, and the light red hair trail on his lower back disappearing into his jeans. "What's in the backpack?" I said as we got to the top of the stairs. "I could only grab a couple sets of dirty clothes and stuffed them in here." He said as he held onto his back-pack. "Okay, go grab a towel, strip down, and I will wash what you have while you are in the shower. Just wrap the towel around you while the laundry is done." I said heading towards the closet. "Thank you Sir" he said still hunched over and starting to cry again walking into the spare room. "Oh come on now, let's dry up those tears." I said as I walked into the room where he had already kicked off his shoes, not wearing any socks. "Come here, sit down." I said as we both sat on the bed, I grabbed a hold of him and hugged him close to me, that was the trigger that let the flood flow of tears. We sat there for about 10 minutes letting him cry it out. I realized that his scent was so strong, and so intoxicating, I was rock hard and only wearing some mesh shorts. Thank goodness the way I was sitting my cock snaked down my leg instead of tenting. "Alright, strip down and I will wash your clothes." I said as I moved in a way so that he would not see my rock hard cock pop up. "Thank you Sir." He said again, starting to fumble with his jeans, and dropped them as I was just leaving the room. I looked back and saw that he had slightly defined pecs, a flat stomach which had a well-developed red treasure trail leading down to a thick red/orange bush around the base of his cock and low hanging balls. I quickly turned my head away and got into another room before he saw I was staring at him. He wrapped a towel around his waist and headed to the bathroom. Once I heard the water start, I went into the scented room, and gathered his jeans, and opened his back-pack and fished out two pair of dirty boxer briefs, two t-shirts, and three socks. I made a pile of them near the door, and then found in his backpack about fifty dollars in ones and fives. I set the back-pack on the chair, grabbed the small pile of intoxicating scented dirty clothes and went to the washer. Before putting them in the machine, I put the clothes up to my face and buried my nose into them and inhaled deeply. My cock about blew a load as I smelled his musk, and I realized I needed to go put on a pair of compression shorts so that my cock would not tent since I was free-balling as normal. <><><><> End of Chapter One, keep an eye out for more of this story.