Date: Wed, 14 Sep 2016 18:54:40 -0500
From: MW Man <mwmansmind@gmail.com>
Subject: Nick - Chapter Seven

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.  May the flies of a thousand camels infest your armpits for
not succumbing to the passions of your fertile imagination!

If you are underage (below 18) or object to the subject matter, leave now
as the door that let you in will also let you out.

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!

<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>

Chapter Seven

I awoke early, rather really early, it was 4:00 a.m.  As I slipped out from
under the heavy hot arm of Nick, I saw him stir, but not wake up.  I
thought to myself, how am I going to cover things up a little?  I mean I
have told both Nick and Mike that my husband Aaron was dead, when I knew he
wasn't, I drove him away.  I got myself some coffee and sat down at my
laptop and went through my mail, I loved it that I retired early, selling
my company to an up and coming business owner who wanted to just buy an
existing business rather than build his own.  It left me with a hefty
retirement account, the house paid off, and a steady royalty check from the
company I sold.  Still, how was I going to explain?  Then my mind really
shot sparks in-between my ears, how the hell was I going to explain to Mike
that Nick and I are sleeping together?  I don't think he'll mind, but what
if he does?  What'll have to happen to Nick if Mike gets angry?  My head
started hurting and I took a drink of my coffee, put it down and sent a
quick email on my phone to a DFS friend of mine.  My mind was so scattered,
always coming back to the same thing 'What am I going to do about Nick?'  I
mean I really really like the boy, and I really do not want to lose him.
My heart hasn't been stirred like this since Aaron and I first met at the
nudist camp years ago, he was twenty-three, I was almost thirty.  It was
love at first eye-fuck.  But I screwed that up and he left when Mike was
too young to understand, and I just told him that he died.  I just so want
this hot man to stay with me, how the hell am I going to keep him, and
Mike, and keep up this charade!

Just as I said that to myself, I heard the fire god wake and thump down the
hall with his morning wood swinging left and right.  He walked right over
to me and nuzzled up next to me and then moved again to lay next to me on
the couch with his head on my thigh.  "Good Morning Sunshine." I said
looking down and rubbing his head.

"Morning...Dad...." He said as he stretched his lithe body in every
direction.  I had to concentrate as I looked at it and not get my cock
stirring.

"I sent an email to a DFS friend and she sent me some information, want to
know?" I said looking at my phone.

"Why did you let them know I was here?" He said, startled and jumped off of
the couch to a standing position, "They will come and take me away!  How
could you, I trusted you!" He said as tears started to well up in his eyes.

"Get back over here and calm down.  Relax.  Kris told me everything will be
okay." I motioned for him to come back and lay back down so that he would
relax, seeing his terror really shocked me.  "She is going to come over at
about nine this morning before she goes into work and write a report." I
said in a calm quiet voice, attempting to chill him down a little.

"I don't trust them," he said as he laid back down on the couch and this
time almost curled up completely in my lap, "Dad always said that they
would take me to jail."

"I would never allow that, and that is not true Nick.  Please trust me, now
dry up those eyes, and you need a shower son, you are a little ripe."  I
said as his old sweat hit my nose, although not completely unpleasant, he
did need to shave and shower.
​​

"What, you don't like my scent?" He said as he knelt across my lap and then
rubbed my face into his armpit.  As I took in his thick scent, he switched
sides and pushed my face into his fire-haired pit.  "Is it so bad that you
want to shower with me?" he said as his hand felt down my hairy chest and
onto my cock and felt it harden.

"What, now or during the shower?" I asked as I dropped my phone then lifted
my hands to his pecs and lightly played with his nipples, rubbing them and
tugging gently on the hairs around his areolas for effect.  "I mean if you
want to crawl between my legs and suck me off, then that means that I would
have to do the same." Still playing with his nipples and feeling his cock
grow stiff against my belly.  Looking down I could see it harden and his
foreskin peel back a little to expose a little of his bright red head.

"How about this." He pushed me down on the couch and he crawled onto me
with his cock and heavy balls on my face.  I felt his hot mouth envelope my
cock and start suckling like a young calf on its mothers' teat.  I reached
around his hot furry thigh and pulled his balls up and slipped his cock
deep into my throat.  His heaving breaths and his body heat was already
making me sweat as I felt him start a slow rhythm of pushing his cock deep
down my throat.  His pelvic motions were slow enough that I could take a
breath on every movement out.  My only breaths were through my nose and it
was flooded with his nut scent with those huge red avocados only
millimeters from the bridge of my nose on his inward stroke.  I took my
other hand and felt his fuzzy stomach and how hot and flat it was, and the
treasure trail from my chin to his upper abdomen.  While he was trying to
find my gag reflex, something I haven't found ever, I could feel he was
trying to take more and more of my thick cock down his throat.  When he hit
his gag re-flex, the feeling of his flat stomach turning to a wash-board
was exotic.  I tried to reach down to his chin to stop him from taking me
so deep, but he used a hand and pushed mine away.  He was trying so hard,
that I started feeling his molars scrape just a little on the sides of my
thick cock.  But he continued.

His motions in and out of my mouth began to speed up a little and shallow
out.  I let his balls fall on my forehead and reached up and pulled his
foreskin all the way back while he was fucking my throat.  I had to do this
quickly as his balls were suffocating me with their size and the extra skin
that made up his scrotum.  He reacted immediately to having his sensitive
head exposed while I worked it with my tongue.  He started to tense up, and
I could feel my orgasm welling up in my own balls.  I couldn't hold it any
longer and let my cum go, something that made his mouth increase suction
and he held me down with his weight and strong body so I could not move as
he drained me dry.  My last dribble that he sucked out of me was followed
by my mouth and throat being completely flooded by his first shot.  I had
to swallow as fast as I could to milk him and have my morning protein
shake.  To torture him just a little, I ran my tongue back and forth on his
cock head as he shot load after filling load into my mouth.  He sat up so
that only my head was bent back and still sucking every last drop from his
gallon of nut butter.  Once he was finally spent, he pulled out of me, and
flipped around and landed on me and dove his cum-covered tongue into my
mouth.  He hadn't swallowed a drop of my cum, his laden kiss let us share
our love batter together, as his hot young tongue fought mine for the cum
swishing around in our locked lips.

He finally broke the kiss, and started licking my cheeks, as I must've not
swallowed fast enough and some of his cum escaped.  "Now we can take a
shower, that is if you want to." He said as he just laid on me with all of
his boiling hot body.  "I mean it is only 6:30, we could go and nap for a
little bit."  He got up off of me, saw that I was covered in sweat, and
bent over and licked at it.  He stood up again, turned off the television
and grabbed my arm and pulled me to standing.  "If we are up in an hour and
half, then we can still get ready for that lady, but I still do not like
it." He said as he pulled me down the hall towards the bedroom.  Once
inside, he just pushed me onto the bed, crawled in next to me. He had to
since I was still in ecstasy from him forcing me down while I came in his
mouth.  Hell I couldn't even speak, my tongue lost the battle with his in
our kiss, and he just took over.  Just before my eyes closed with his head
resting on my chest, I heard, "I love you Dad."

"Those are words not to be used lightly." I said with my eyes still closed.

"I know, but I do, I love you Dad."  He said back into my chest hair.

"I have to get going here in a few to go and run a whole bunch of errands,
how about you hang out and do whatever, and I will be back."

"How long are you gonna be gone?" He asked, lifting himself up and off of
me, following me down the hallway after I got up to get in a shower.

"A couple hours, but I'll be back well before Mike comes home around five
or six.  How about you find something in the fridge or freezer that we can
have for dinner?"  I said as I reached into the shower and turned on the
water full hot.

"Sounds fine." He said, standing behind me.  As I get in the shower I start
to close the shower door and his hand stops me.  He steps into the shower
with me and grabs a bar of soap and starts washing my back.  His touch was
almost as hot as the water as he rubbed the soap in and around my
shoulders, and even into my crack.  As I was soaping up my pits, I felt his
hand come through my legs and soap up my balls and limp dick.  He gave it a
tug or two trying to get it hard, but I had more control than that and let
him try and fail. "What's the matter?" he said into the back of my ear as
he stood up.

"Nothing, it is called control." I said as he let his hands come around and
under my pits and start playing with my nipples.  "Besides, I have to get
going so no more play.  Even though I would love seeing how many times I
can drain those bull balls of yours!" I said as I reached around under his
hard on and gave his balls a squeeze.

"I haven't ever been able to find out my limit." He says, causing the hair
on the back of my neck to bristle at the thought of soaking in a bathtub of
his young cum.  I finish and rinse and step out of the shower and start to
dry off when he kills the shower and grabs another towel and starts to dry
my back.

"You do not have to do this." I said as I bent over to dry my legs and he
reached through my legs and dried my cock, balls, and then crack.

"I know, but I want to.  I kinda feel like I should serve you." He said as
he pulls the towel away and hung it up.

"You do not have to, as you're not property.  You are your own man." I say
and he stood there looking at me.

"I know I just want to help."

"Alright, well I am going to go out for a bit after Kris gets here, and
you're on your own today, alright?" I said as I was finishing getting
ready.  He simply nodded and walked away as I finished getting dressed.
"Oh and by the way, put on some clothes now so I won't forget about it and
Kris shows up!" I shouted.  I heard him shuffle around in his room and come
out wearing a pair of silkies and a t-shirt that was ripped down the
sides.  Once again I had to use my control to look at the fire god wearing
clothes that did nothing but accentuate his godly features.

Kris showed up right before nine and asked Nick a hundred questions and
told me that she knows his mother and that she will process him into the
system quickly and get me a custody letter.  She also thanked me for doing
this rather than having another child on her case load to try to find a
home for, as teenagers are the hardest to place.  When she left I gave Nick
a hug and kissed him on the forhead, he reached out and with both hands
moved my head down and gave me a deep kiss.  "That is a kiss, I am not a
little boy." He said as he stood there and stripped out of his clothes and
sauntered off to the pool.  My control starting to hit its limits, I left.

It took me several hours to make all my errands, I even stopped by a store
and picked up some shoes for him, ones that I hoped he liked.  When I came
home I walked in and did not see him, or hear him.  I went to the bedroom
and dumped my bags off and got out of my clothes and found a pair of
flip-flops and went looking for Nick.  It was only a second before I looked
out the window and saw him on a lounger on the pool deck sunning himself.
He must have just gotten out of the pool because he was literally dripping
wet and the surface of the pool was wavy.  Looking at how his leg hair
clung to his legs in darker than red swirls and how his nearly clear/red
pit hair darkened down to a true red also clung to his body was an amazing
sight.  Not to mention how I wanted to run out there and catch the drop of
water hanging off of his foreskin just about ready to drop between his legs
and onto the lounger.  He waived at me when he saw me, and I was a tad
confused as I didn't make a noise or part the curtains around me, then I
looked down and my cock did the parting for me
​.​

I walked outside and dove right into the pool without a word said.  As I
surfaced I saw a flash of flesh as he dove in the water besides me.  It was
only a moment later that he swam under me and engulfed my cock underwater.
I reached down and pulled him to the surface and he wrapped his legs around
my waist as he wiped the water from his eyes.  It took me a moment to
differentiate the blue of the water from the blue of his eyes, which made
my cock stir.  "Nick, we need don't need to do this right now, Mike should
be home in an hour or so.  So, how about we scare him a bit and you go hide
in my bedroom, and come out and just sit down next to me."  I said as I
smiled at him, he gave me a mischievous smile back.  We both got out of the
water and dried off and went back inside.

It wasn't more than 15 minutes after we got dried off and inside that I saw
my mother's car drive into the driveway with Mike in the front seat.  He
got out and I waived to my mother as she backed out the driveway, and Mike
came bounding up the stairs.  "Hey Dad, good to be home." He said as he
gave me an all-encompassing hug.

"Oh my god boy, you are rank!" I said as I broke the hug and stepped back.

"Well yeah, haven't showered for a couple days." He said with a goofy grin.

"Get your funky ass into the shower, I will start dinner in just a bit." I
said holding my nose and pointing towards the bathroom.  He went down the
hallway to the bathroom and went in, tossing his bag out in the hall by the
washer.  I stood there and watched piece after piece of clothing being
tossed from the bathroom to the waiting pile of dirty clothes.  Moments
later I heard the shower start, and I opened up the washer doors and picked
up the nasty clothes and pushed them into the washer.  I opened his bag and
trying not to gag, I fished out the rest of his clothes and put them all in
the washer.  I was even thinking about tossing the bag itself in there
too.  "Where was it that you went that you couldn't shower?"  I asked as I
started the machine up.

"We had to live as the homeless for a week.  It has been so hot, and whoa
were we a funky bunch." He said to me through the shower doors.  He was
covered in soap from head to toe.

"Well make sure that you wash your hair like ten times, I want to see my
blond boy back again!"  I said as I turned and walked down the hall to my
bedroom where Nick was lying on reading a book.  Just seeing his beautiful
naked body was erotic to me, how the hair on his legs has dried and how it
springs for freedom from the skin, how his freckles seem to multiply every
time I try to count them, and how his cock just hangs down and touches the
comforter over his hip, and his balls spread out for room across his
thigh.  It gave me a shiver.  He then saw that I was looking at him, and
smiled. "Mike is home." I whispered.

"Then get into bed, and let's both be reading a book or something." He said
with a mischievous grin on his face.  I did just that.  I heard through the
shower noise from the bathroom that Mike's girlfriend Nikki had broken up
with him during the trip.  But at least they had watched Rocky Horror
Picture Show on the last night as entertainment and he was the only one
that knew the audience lines from me. Nick and I just looked at each other
and understood what to do.  He finished the shower, and it seemed like he
took forever to dry off.  I finally heard him coming down the hall and he
stepped in my room and came to a screeching halt.

"Nick!" Mike said with a shock.

"Mike!" Nick said with a feigned shock.

"Dad!" Mike said again with shock.

"Mike" I said.

"Nick?" Mike said.

"Sons!" I said then made a single loud clap. We all laughed loudly and hard.

<><><><><><>

I want to thank all the great comments and emails I have received from the
first six 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
device.  Email me anytime, as I respond to all emails that are legitimate.
The next chapter has already started and should prove to be sticky.  Keep
tuned.  If you want to be notified when I post a new chapter of Nick, email
me and let me know.  I have currently outlines for around 15-20 chapters
now, and it is up to you to determine what is fantasy, reality, and dreams
beyond imagination!

Slobbers,

MWMan