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Subject: Lessons in Fatherhood – Ch. 8 Lessons in Fatherhood by RJ Meyers This fictional story is about the love between two fathers and their respective sons. If themes of incest and adult/youth pairings offend you, do not read. If you have any questions or comments about this piece, want to know about any of my other works, or just want to reach out, please don’t hesitate to email me. If you would like to be added to a mailing list for this story (or all stories) and receive emails about any updates, let me know. A list of my works, including links and descriptions, can be found here: https://bit.ly/2S5IYDI Please also consider donating to Nifty if you fty/donate.html. Any amount helps. ~ Chapter 8 (Kieran’s POV) ~ This is our favorite park. It was an unspoken respite for when we needed to get out of the house and have some alone time — or otherwise just get away from Mary. It’s nothing special considering there aren’t any attractions. It’s just a stretch of field with a number of acres of woods surrounding it. There’s a lovely path through the woods too, but this open expanse of grass is where a lot of people come to play frisbee, or soccer, or, in our case, catch. It’s the perfect day for leisurely passing a baseball back and forth because it’s sunny and breezy and a comfortable temperature. For the most part, it remains casual, but we do a few trick shots and long shots to stay active. Plus, he looks adorable in his little baseball cap, constantly pulling it down so it’s tight on his head whenever it gets loose from sprinting. After one particularly high lob in which I bet him five bucks he won’t catch, he snags it in his glove and runs towards me with a bright, satisfied smile on his face. “And you thought I wouldn’t catch that one,” he says, running up to hug me. I laugh and accept the hug, partly swinging him around. “Never really doubted you for a second, kiddo,” I say before giving him a five-dollar bill as promised. “Wanna head back?” I ask after we’ve caught our breath. Niall nods a bit, leaning into me. “Okay,” he says, tossing the ball to me. He adjusts his cap as I stuff the ball and our gloves back into the backpack I brought in. After we each take a gulp of water from our water bottles, I swing the backpack over my shoulder and start walking with my boy, hand-in-hand. As soon as we pass the perimeter of oaks and sycamores and enter the woods, Niall points to his left and asks, “Can we make out behind that tree before we go?” I grin to myself. Wouldn’t be the first time he’s asked that. We’ve done that here dozens of times, and surprisingly, we’ve only been caught once (as far as we know) by a random guy. We had *just* started crossing the line between the innocent and the sensual kisses — enough for any unknowing onlooker to question what they were seeing. Niall wouldn’t stop, and I was powerless to resist, and after a while, I felt eyes on us. A man’s. When we both turned toward him, I noticed he looked surprised, and I got the sense that he was more embarrassed about being caught than about seeing what he was seeing. He quickly looked away, busying himself with his watch. It was risky of us, sure, but I’ve always liked a risk. It makes it hotter. Hell, this used to be an old cruising spot, after all — at least, I’m fairly sure. It would explain the disproportionate number of lone men wandering around the woodsy area, looking like they’re constantly on their guard, or bulging up in their shorts and jeans, or otherwise eyeing me and Niall curiously. I can’t lie and say that doesn’t send a shiver through my loins. “What if someone sees us this time?” I ask playfully. He just shrugs. “You can say… that a snake bit my tongue and you’re sucking the poison out.” I let out a deep laugh, squeezing his hand. “Venom,” I correct him. He rolls his eyes. “Whatever. Same thing.” “It’s a cute excuse, though,” I say, praising him for his creativity. He just smiles up at me. “So are you gonna make out with me or not?” I grin, sliding my hand away from his so that I can put my whole arm around him. “I’m a bit tired.” “Liar,” Niall mutters before wrapping an arm around my waist as we walk. Chuckling softly, I rub his arm up and down before sighing. “It’s a little too busy today, my little nugget,” I say. Even though I like a little risk, there are simply far too many people around. I know when to put a halt on it. “Maybe when we have more privacy.” Niall sighs but accepts the reality of the situation. “Fiiine,” he says before looking up at me again, hitting me with a different question altogether. “Are we moving soon?” I blink, looking back down. “You wanna move?” “No,” he says. “I wanna stay at Kyle’s house.” I smile as I adjust my boy’s cap so that it’s backwards and his face isn’t blocked by the brim. “You do, huh? You like it there?” I ask, realizing we haven’t really discussed how Niall’s been handling the new living arrangements. But honestly, I think it goes without saying: he loves it. And he confirms it with those exact words. “I *love* it,” he says. “It’s fun living together. It’s like we have roommates.” I laugh, patting his arm. “*We’re* the roommates, kiddo. Don’t forget that.” Can’t have a boy of mine mistaking his place. Ricky’s letting us stay out of the goodness of his heart. And… speaking of Ricky… “Hey, so… while we’re on the subject… What do you think of Ricky?” Niall looks up curiously. “He’s great,” he says, eyeing me. “Yeah? You like him?” “Mhm. He’s nicer than you,” Niall adds with a teasing grin. I just reach down and smack his ass through his shorts, causing him to yelp and blush and give me a look that says “See?!” “I didn’t ask for sass, mister,” I say with a grin, watching him rub his bottom lightly. “Meanie,” he murmurs, trying his best not to smile. “So you like him?” I ask again. “Yes.” “Think he’s handsome?” Niall’s not a dumb boy. He peers up at me again, starting to catch on to the fact that I’m leading this conversation somewhere that’s clearly piquing his interest. “Why are you asking me about Mr. Fischer?” I consider giving Niall the full scoop, but I can’t betray Ricky like that. Ricky and I are treading on some risky territory with our conversations, and I intend on keeping his secrets to myself. Plus, even though I trust my boy with most things, I know him. I know where to draw the line — and I can’t expect him not to tell his little boyfriend all about Kyle’s daddy’s new interest. So, I stick to the important part. “I was thinking,” I say slowly, smiling to myself, “maybe next time Mr. Fischer and I have a little fun, a certain son of mine could join in.” His eyes go wide for a second, and he stops in his tracks, turning his whole body to face me. “Really?” he asks, stepping closer. “I can have sex with you and Mr. Fischer?” I snort at the twinkle in his eye. “I take it that sounds fun to you?” “Yeah!” he says with a giggle, half-hugging me. “I’ve never done it with another man. Besides you,” he clarifies, smirking. “I know,” I say, stroking his hair again and smiling at the way his eyes momentarily close. “Might be a good learning experience for everyone.” Ricky can learn whether or not he can get it up for a boy in the flesh rather than just in his own head, and Niall can get a little more experience under his belt — and behind those pants that belt is holding in place. Plus, it’s not like the boy isn’t curious. Hell, just last year, I had to give him a “stern talkin’ to” when I caught him chatting it up with some random, anonymous pedos online. He was sending them naked pictures and everything — even in a group chat. They were showering him with compliments, telling him all the nasty things they wanted to do to him… It turned me on, irritatingly enough, but I had to put a stop to it. Safety first. “Does he want to?” Niall asks. I smirk. “Maybe,” I say I say vaguely, shrugging. “I offered.” “Ooo. I hope he says yes,” he says with a grin, his eyes drifting for a moment. Surely he’s envisioning all the fun we could get up to with another man in bed with us. As am I, little fella. As am I. We spend the rest of the walk back to the car talking about Ricky. Niall likes the man’s dark body hair, and the fact that he’s “squishier, like a teddy bear,” and the thick, “interesting” appendage between his legs. Hanging out in the nude with the boys has allowed Niall to see that Kyle and his dad are built the same down there. Even without the sensual air, I think it’s good for Kyle to see another man besides me in the flesh. I know he likes me and what I have to offer, but I’m just one man. I want him to know what else is out there… what else is waiting for him, should he choose to explore. By the time we actually make it to the car, I’m so boned the fuck up in my shorts that it’s difficult to walk straight. I keep thinking of Ricky with my kid, imagining his surprised and embarrassed expression as he ogles my son with my blessing… even touches him. Man, teaching another guy how my boy likes to be pleasured? It’s making my head spin. And Niall… Fuck, I can see that thankful smile of his clear as day, brightening his flushed face. It’s getting to me, to my head, and my groin, and my chest. So, when we get to the car, I clear my throat and murmur “Get in the back.” Niall’s head shoots up towards me in surprise before he grins. He knows exactly what that means: some backseat fun with Daddy. This was typically a part of our outings, too. I mean, the only reason I got my windows tinted was so I could have some time with my son in private. With spritely energy, he opens the back door and hops in, practically giggling as he moves. I, smirking myself, slide in and shut the door behind me. Now that we’re safe, Niall lies on his back and gestures for me to crawl over him, to which I happily oblige. He opens his legs like an invitation, and I situate my hips between them as I lean down to make our lips meet. Both of us let out soft moans: mine deep and guttural, and his light and fluttery. His arms immediately snake around the back of my neck, holding me in place as we share a flurry of semi-deep, intimate kisses. Meanwhile, I let one hand wander. Even though I’m hard as hell and my cock is desperate to escape, I want to focus on my kid and all his beautiful, needy glory. He’s already as stiff as I am, I can feel. I rub my palm over his groin and gently massage his stiffness, eliciting even more of those sweet whimpers of his. Quickly, though, he breaks the kiss and makes a request. “Take it out.” I suppose it’s more of a command than anything else, and I grin. “What do we saaay?” I tease in a sing-song voice, knowing he hates when I make him say “please.” “Daaad,” he whines, flushing and tugging on my hair in frustration. I chuckle and kiss his bottom lip before telling him to lift his hips up. In a flash, his ass is off the backseat, and I can easily slide his shorts and undies down so that his cock is perfectly exposed to me, so hard it’s practically begging to be molested. And molested he shall be. I move my hand to his sensitive cock and rub him the way I know gets him off the quickest: full palm, with gentle but firm pressure. It’s adorable in a way, reminiscent of the way he used to hump his pillows or stuffed animals. Now he can hump Daddy’s hand, warm and loving. “Whatcha want, kiddo?” I ask, giving him the option. “Handjob or blowjob?” “H-hand,” he grunts, eyes closed as he focuses on what I’m already doing to him. “You sure?” I ask, rubbing him with a tempo to match his own hips. He nods, biting his lip and sighing through his nose, breathing in and out a little more deeply. I lean down and kiss his upper lip, imagining the hair that’ll grow there one day. And what of his chin and jaw? I envision the softness of his boyhood giving way to a more structured shape, topped off with a dusty coating of ginger hair. If I think he’s sexy now, I can only imagine what I’ll think as the years go on. And his body, too… I lift his shirt to expose his flat, porcelain tummy, constantly flexing as he rocks his hips into my palm. Little stud, for sure. The gymnastics has toned my little boy a little too well, making him all too enticing. There’s no way I’d have been able to resist him for long, no matter how early we started deepening our relationship. Eventually, I would have caved. I mean, *Christ*, just look at him… “Lookin’ so good, baby,” I murmur to him, and I see a soft smile appear on his face as he moans. I’m probably inflating his ego too much but hell, when the moment calls for expressing appreciation, I won’t hesitate to do it. I don’t want my boy doubting what he is to me. Ever. I slip darıca escort my free hand up his shirt to cover one of his pecs. Quickly, my fingers find a nipple and tweak it gently, causing Niall to twitch and whimper. “Unghhh… Too good.” “No such thing, baby boy,” I mutter, increasing the pressure on his cock and really working my palm against it. His moans just get louder, and my cock just gets stiffer. Suddenly, I start thinking about Ricky doing this to him… So far, I’ve never met a man I trust to take care of my boy the way he needs to be. The thought of sharing Niall has always turned me on, but the reality is a very different sensation. I’m too possessive and protective of my kid to allow him to just explore all willy nilly. He’d need my blessing. And Ricky? I know he’d take good care of Niall. Hell, Niall would probably be the one leading anyway… And I’d be sitting back, stroking the everloving fuck out of my dick until I nut. Speaking of which… When Niall gets closer, his grip on me gets more aggressive. He digs his fingers into my shoulder before another hand shifts back to my hair again and tugs for dear life. It almost hurts, especially his nails, but I allow it for my boy to get what he needs: a proper cum. I quickly shift so that I’ve got my fingers wrapped around him to milk him properly. He cries out, legs tensing and back arching and cock pulsing as he spurts against his tummy. “Thaaat’s it, baby,” I coo, biting my lip as I admire him. God, he’s fucking beautiful. My boy. *Mine*. And I get to make him feel good like this. What a lucky dad I am. It takes Niall a second to catch his breath and release his grip on my hair and shoulder. There, he slumps back, letting his limbs go flaccid. I grin and lean down to give his lips a peck before moving lower to clean him up with my tongue. I lap up his little load, making him giggle when I lick around his cock, before sitting up and patting his thighs. “There you go.” I start to make moves to step out of the car, but Niall stops me. “What about you?” I raise my eyebrows at him. “What about me?” “Can I do you now?” His eyes flicker to the tent I’m sporting. I chuckle. “Let’s save it, baby,” I say. Niall pouts a little, making me laugh harder. “Later. I promise.” When we get home, my son and I find Kyle and Ricky at the kitchen table, right where we left them. Seems they’re still deep into Kyle’s homework. Before I even get a chance to tell Niall not to interrupt, he rushes over and engages his buddy in conversation like they’re just picking up where they left off. It’d almost be rude if Ricky were a stranger, but he just smiles a bit. “Sorry,” I murmur to Ricky, who just laughs a bit. “It’s okay. I think we deserve a break,” he says, standing up to stretch. “How was the park?” “Reeeal nice,” I say, smiling broadly. “We had a great time. What about you guys? Make any progress?” “Y’know how it goes,” Ricky murmurs bitterly, glancing towards the open textbook. “Math was never my *best* subject. Pretty sure he knows more than I do.” I laugh, shaking my head. “Well, let me know if I can help. I’ve always liked math.” Ricky shrugs. “If you wanna take a look, I’m sure he’d like that.” “Maybe after I get a little more comfortable,” I say with a sly grin — one that Ricky matches. Lately, nudity has become pretty common around the house. The most amount of clothes usually seen on any of our bodies are undies, which the Fischer boys are both currently sporting, wearing the same brand of white briefs. While Niall has his buddy roped up in conversation, I slip out of my shirt and shorts, draping them over the back of Kyle’s chair before ruffling the boy’s hair. He smiles up at me a bit before patting his hair back down. Niall eyes me before following my lead — but he takes it a little further by losing the undies altogether. I chuckle softly. “Going all the way, huh?” Niall just smiles sweetly (and maybe even with a little bit of mischievousness) at me. “Yeah. You should join too.” “Oh, should I?” “Uh huh. You too, Mr. Fischer!” Niall says brightly. Sweetly, even. I resist laughing, knowing Niall’s putting on his best innocent-boy impression in order to get what he wants. “It’ll be fun.” For a moment, we all just stand there looking at Niall with mild amusement at his sudden directness before Niall makes eyes at me. I see everything in that look, so I humor him. “Alright, baby. *I’ll* join you,” I say, stripping out of my underwear and letting it all hang out. I even give my cock a quick adjustment. From there, it’s almost like we’re sizing each other up, or maybe silently daring the other two to join in on the fun. We’ve never so ceremoniously stripped like this at the behest of Niall, so I understand the momentary hesitation. Usually, nudity exists in casual settings. Sometimes one of the boys will be naked and the rest of us in undies. Sometimes it’s just me and Ricky after a quickie. Sometimes it so happens all four of us decided to neglect all forms of clothing. But we haven’t all stood in the kitchen with Niall asking us all to strip. To me, it’s clear he’s up to something, but that could just be me. Just when I’m wondering whether or not this will be a McCarthy thing only, little Kyle stands up and eyes his dad. They must have some sort of silent agreement right then and there, because they both smile and grab their briefs at the same time and pull them down, rendering both the McCarthys and the Fischers totally free. We’re each just letting it all hang out. We stay like that for the rest of the evening, rocking our birthday suits even through dinner. It’s sort of adorable seeing the boys all happy eating their meals nude at the dinner table with their dads. They’re practically glowing. And Ricky seems in a chipper mood, too — a teensy bit awkward at times, as per usual, but overall brighter. After dinner, in order to decide who has to handle the dishes, we play a game of Pictionary. It’s Ricky and myself versus the boys. Losers have to do the dishes (and the winners, undoubtedly, get to have play time on their own). We set up shop in the living room, where Ricky and I take the couch and the boys kneel beside the coffee table while we play. I notice that in between rounds, my son is checking out my buddy more often than usual, probably thinking about what I told him this afternoon. Is it consuming the thoughts in his head? Because at times, it consumes mine. Even just thinking lightly and hypothetically about it makes me stiffen up — and Niall’s quick to notice that, too. “Dad,” Niall says, giggling. I look at him questioningly. “What?” In response, he just points to my groin, which makes me laugh. “Oh. Whoops.” Now I feel three sets of eyes on my hard cock: Niall’s, Ricky’s, and Ricky’s little boy’s. And that sure as hell doesn’t make it any less hard. Niall just keeps giggling a bit, flushed in the face, so I continue teasing. “What? It bothering you? You embarrassed of your old man?” I ask. That makes him snort. “No,” he says, smiling sweetly at me. “Never.” I smile gently at him before beckoning him over with my finger. “C’mere,” I tell him, and he quickly stands up to climb into my lap. Grinning wide, I place a hand on either side of his face and give him a kiss that just teeters over the edge of innocent — just the *slightest* hint of tongue to both make him giggle and excite him. Feeling audacious, I let my hands slide down his sides, one of them drifting between his legs to give him a quick tug. Ricky knows all about me and my boy… but now Kyle’s seeing that I’ve touched my son the way he’s also touched my son. I wonder what he’s thinking — but I’m a bit distracted by the fact that my little fucker’s already rock hard. My laughter ends up fucking up the kiss, and I lean back in my seat to soak in the sight of him. “Lookit *you*,” I say. Niall just grins at me, not bothering to hide his boner. We’re in a house of only boys and men now, doing what boys and men do best. Speaking of which… Both of us glance over to my left to see that Ricky is eyeing us, loosely hiding an erection of his own with his hand. When he notices that we’ve caught him staring, he looks away and swallows a bit. “Don’t be embarrassed,” I tell him, keeping my hands on Niall’s hips. “We’re all in the same boat here. Well… *maybe* all of us,” I add with a smile, glancing towards Kyle. Kyle, however, doesn’t seem to be erect — merely intrigued. I notice Niall is looking too, but not at his buddy: at Ricky. I’m sure, as Ricky only lightly moves his hand away to somewhat stop obscuring our view of him, that Niall is wondering, “Do I get to play with that?” When my boy turns back to me, I wink at him and he grins, and right then, I know we’re on the same page. “Maybe, my boy,” I try to tell him telepathically. “Maybe.” Soon, I set Niall back down so we can continue playing the game, smiling when my boy proudly displays his hard-on for as long as it lasts — which isn’t long. Ricky and I quickly manage to take the lead and inevitably secure victory over our sons. Niall groans and moans about losing, and Kyle just giggles slightly, taking the loss in an admirable way. Frankly, I just think the kid likes doing dishes. He always offers — and hell, I won’t complain about that. With the game decided, Ricky and I send the boys towards the kitchen while we hang back for a moment. I keep to the couch as Ricky cleans up the game, letting his cock swing heavily between his legs. Once packed up, before he can leave to stow the game back in the nearby closet, I stop him. “Hey,” I say, making him pause in his tracks right in front of me. Grinning, I lean forward to grab at his cock, bringing my mouth closer to it. He stops me though, stepping away. “Kieran!” he says, blushing and laughing slightly before his eyes flicker towards the kitchen. Of course. He’s nervous about the boys seeing. “Nothing that they don’t do on their own,” I remind him, still keeping a grip on his goods. “Yeah, but–” “But nothin’,” I murmur before standing up. I take the Pictionary box from him, toss it on the couch, and then press my front against his with my hands on his hips. Full body contact, and a grin to match. “Let’s fool around.” Even Ricky can’t resist cracking a smile. “Not here, though,” he whispers. “Bedroom, then?” I suggest, lightly dragging my nails down his sides. He grunts a little, shivering in pleasure before he nods. “Bedroom.” Now that both of us are a little chubbed up, I have Ricky lead the way towards the bedroom cock-first. We have to cut through the kitchen to get to the stairs, and Ricky does his best to go past the boys in a somewhat discreet manner — at least as to not be obvious about our intentions. Niall, my curious boy, is quick to notice, though. He turns just as he puts a rinsed-off plate in the dishwasher, eyeing our hard-ons before his gaze meets mine. I give my son a wink as I pass through and then point towards the ceiling — and, smart as he is, he grins knowingly. As soon as we enter the bedroom, Ricky turns to me, his cock slapping mine in the turnaround. “Let’s make this quick,” he says. I raise my eyebrows, amused. “Quick? Why? You got somewhere to be?” He laughs slightly. “I’m just all pent up for some reason.” “Hmmm. I can think of a few reasons,” I say in a sultry voice, reaching down to grip Ricky’s warm cock. I give it a squeeze and a few strokes, causing him to shudder and sigh in pleasure. “Two reasons in particular, I’ll bet.” “Shut up,” he murmurs. “Don’t gotta be embarrassed with me, stud,” I remind him, using my other hand to cup his balls. “With anything.” “Less talking, more sucking,” he says, jabbing me in the chest. I let out a hearty laugh before smirking at him. “Get on the fuckin’ bed, commander.” I reluctantly release his cock only to let him get comfortable on his back, stretched out across the bed. He puts one hand behind his head and the other around his shaft, loosely stroking it, wordlessly inviting me over. I happily accept that invitation, nudging his legs open so I can kneel between them as I bend down, take over with my hand, and wrap my lips around the head. Immediately, I slip my tongue underneath his foreskin, making him let out a long, steady moan that’s followed by a satisfied laugh. “God, that feels good,” he murmurs. I suck only for a second, noticing how prominent the flavor of his precum is. I pull off, licking my lips and swallowing his taste. “Damn, buddy. You must be *really* horned up to be leaking like this,” I say, squeezing his cock to milk out another thick drop. “I told you, I’m all pent up,” he says. “Lemme take care of you, kocaeli eve gelen escort then,” I say, eyes meeting his as I dive back down on his cock. His mouth opens as I slide down and guide him into my throat. Fuck, his dick just feels *right*. I slide a hand up his furred stomach before letting it come to a rest on one of his pecs. He in turn guides my fingers to one of his nipples, and I tweak it like he wants me to. Ricky grunts, raising his hips to meet the back of my throat over and over and over again. Seems he’s more pent up than I thought, because he’s close within a matter of minutes. “Gonna cum,” he mutters, putting his hand on the back of my head. No no, Ricky boy. Not yet. I resist his hold on me and pull off, gulping down spit. He grunts again, but more so in a disdainful way. “Why’d you stop?” “Can’t have you cumming so early, friend,” I tell him, giving the head a playful kiss before laughing at the look on his face. “Oh come on, man!” “Patience, big guy. Patience.” I crawl up his body with the intention to kiss him — but I decide to make a couple pit stops, one of them being quite literal. I choose the left nipple, sucking on it hard and even gnawing on it playfully, making my buddy’s back arch. Then, I make my way up to his left pit, nudging him with my nose and inviting him to lift his arm. He does so quickly, his free hand going straight to his cock as I drag my tongue under his arm. “God, you smell fuckin’ good,” I grunt, burying my face in there. “Fuckin’ pig,” he murmurs, making me grin. I growl a bit, moving my mouth to his and kissing him hard and deep. He lets go of his cock in order to grab my hips and pull me into him. I moan into his mouth, grinding my cock right against his as he puts a hand on each cheek. He grips me tight before giving my ass a firm shake. “Wanna fuck you,” he mutters against my lips. I chuckle through the kiss. “Yeah, stud?” “Fuck yeah,” he groans, slipping his fingers in between my cheeks to toy with my hole. It gets the response he wants: a deep thrust and a low moan. “Jesus Christ–” “Gimme that fuckin’ hole, stud,” he says before snagging my bottom lip between his teeth. “Gonna fuck you to sleep tonight.” My whole body trembles. Damn, Ricky. I should get you pent up more often. I sit up on his lap, hands on his chest, grinning down at him. “Gonna fuck me good ‘n proper, huh?” Ricky smirks up at me. “You’re damn right I am,” he says. “Show me that ass.” Chuckling, I slide off his lap and get on my hands and knees, sticking out my ass for him. I look back at him as he gives himself a few strokes. “How hard you gonna give it to me, bud?” “I told you already,” he says, sitting up and getting behind me. “Gonna put you to sleep. I wasn’t kidding.” I groan, feeling my body get hot and my cock lurch as Ricky puts his hands on my hips. “Don’t tease me, man.” “I’m not teasing, buddy. I’m a man of my wor–” But suddenly, Ricky stops, and when I check to see what happened, I notice his attention is directed towards the open doorway — where Niall is standing. I smile a bit. “Hey, buddy.” “Hi, Daddy,” he says sweetly, biting his lip as he looks at us. And of course — he’s already stiffened up. “Comin’ in?” I ask. Now, Ricky speaks up. “Wait, what?” I sit up on my knees, still smiling at my boy. “Where’s your little boyfriend?” He blushes and gives me an angry look before saying, “Downstairs.” Ricky snaps to get my attention. “What’s going on?” I turn to face my buddy as Niall enters the room. “You never gave me an answer about my offer so… figured I’d make it easy for ya,” I tell him, reaching for his cock again to keep him hard. He looks surprised for a moment. “I… I don’t have an answer yet.” “So you don’t want to?” I ask, just as Niall climbs up on the bed beside us. Ricky looks between us both, instinctively obscuring the boy’s view of my manipulations. I just chuckle a bit. “Don’t be shy, stud,” I tell him, moving his hand out of the way. “If you want it, you can have it. Right here, right now.” Ricky glances down at Niall, who looks more than interested. “I… Uh…” “You want him to touch it?” I ask Ricky before wrapping an arm around my son. “C’mere, kiddo.” Niall looks up at me, bites his lip, and then reaches out to touch another man’s cock for the first time. Ricky twitches and recoils a bit, but his cock leaks out fresh precum as Niall gets his little hands on him. God, what a sight, seeing Niall’s pale, small hand grip that thick uncut piece. Niall even whispers “Whoa” as he strokes the skin back and forth, probably not used to how well it glides. Kyle’s not as developed as his father is, after all. I give my own cock a quick grope before turning to Ricky, eager to see everything I can possibly see. “You wanna touch *him*?” I ask, almost insistent. “I… Really?” Ricky asks, still looking somewhat nervous. What’s he so worked up about? I’m giving him my blessing on a silver platter. Maybe he just needs the green light from the kid himself. “You want Mr. Fischer to touch you, baby?” I ask Niall. Niall smiles and nods, still not letting go of Ricky’s member. “Yeah!” “Go on then, big guy,” I tell Ricky. “We’re all friends here.” Ricky gulps before reaching forward to touch Niall’s bare skin. He starts on the boy’s side and lets his hand slide down to one of those slender hips. For a second, he pauses in hesitation — but Niall, however, guides his hand the rest of the way. For a moment, I almost think *I* could cum just seeing my friend’s hand touching one of the most intimate parts of my son, especially since that touch was initiated by Niall himself. The contact, however, only lasts a few seconds, because Ricky pulls away entirely. He shifts away even from Niall’s hand, swearing under his breath. “You okay?” I ask, surprised. “Yeah, just… I can’t do this,” he murmurs, glancing at Niall before he shifts his focus to me. Can’t do this? “Really?” I ask. Ricky shakes his head, running his fingers through his hair. “I can’t touch him. Sorry, Niall,” he says to my boy. Niall nods but looks just as surprised as me — though his surprise is directed towards me. After all, I was the one who suggested this to him. He probably had his hopes up all day. Fuck. “Too weird?” I ask Ricky, grimacing slightly. He just shrugs a bit. “He’s just… He’s not… He’s not Kyle,” he says finally, mouthing that last bit to me after shielding his lips from Niall with his hand. Suddenly, it clicks. I had suggested it once before, but now it feels more concrete: Ricky’s son-centric rather than anything else. His attraction revolves around *his* boy. How can I not respect that? “Totally get it, buddy,” I assure him, smiling. So other boys are most likely off the table for him. That’s fine. This is my fault. Now I feel a little bad, because I now get that I rushed into this due to the charge it was giving my loins. I gotta slow it down. Niall peeps up in a small voice. “Did I do something wrong?” Niall asks me. “No no,” Ricky says quickly, not wanting my boy to feel bad. “No, it’s not you, buddy. You’re really… ah… cute, and… uh… but I can’t… Goddamn it,” he murmurs. “What my friend here is trying to say,” I butt in, smiling with amusement, “is that he thinks you’re cute but he likes someone else.” “Oh,” Niall says, pondering this for a moment. Then, he looks up at Ricky and asks him straight on, “Is it Kyle?” Man, Ricky’s blushing all new shades of red today. “Um–” “‘Cause Kyle likes you,” he says bluntly. Now my boy has two sets of adult eyebrows raised. “He does?” Ricky asks in surprise. Even I’m staring at Niall with intrigue. This is news to me, too. “Mhm,” Niall says confidently. “He told me so.” I glance at Ricky, trying to study his face. He seems to be going through several thoughts at once, his eyes skipping around without focus on anything in particular. Then, he looks towards me as if needing confirmation, but I don’t have anything to give him. All I can offer is a smile. Ricky looks back at my son to ask more questions. “What did he say?” Now Niall blushes, peering up at me. I know that look. The boy let something slip that he wasn’t supposed to — and I do my best to get him out of this. “Something he probably told you in confidence, right?” I say. Embarrassed, Niall gives a tiny nod and answers me in a small voice. “Yes.” “Probably something you should have kept in confidence, then,” I say. I don’t use a harsh tone, but it’s very paternal, and Niall seems to understand. I know he’s good at keeping his word. Honestly, this is probably my fault. I shouldn’t have gotten his hopes up, and I should have established boundaries concerning dialogue. In his excitement, he probably just slipped up. But I get it. I was excited too, and look what happened: I ambushed my friend with something he wasn’t ready for. I look over at Ricky, who keeps looking at Niall as if trying to extract information from him telepathically. In this awkward moment of silence, Niall is oblivious to it. In fact, he ends up asking another question after a few seconds. “But was I right? Is it Kyle?” Ricky clears his throat. “Um…” He hesitates in a way that seems like his body is holding him back — but then finally, he spits it out. “Yes.” He even winces slightly, as if he can’t believe he admitted it to the boy. Niall’s little face brightens dramatically at the news. “That’s so cool!” he says, sitting up straighter. “But you can’t tell him,” Ricky says quickly, making Niall pout. “Aww,” he says, looking down at his knees and sighing. “No fun.” I can’t help but laugh a bit. “That’s up to Ricky and Kyle, not you, kiddo,” I remind him, stroking his hair. He leans into my touch and nods. “Okay.” “Good boy,” I say before addressing the both of them. “So, uh… Now what?” Niall looks up, and Ricky merely shrugs. “Do you wanna… talk to Kyle, maybe?” I ask my buddy. Ricky thinks on it for a second, glancing towards the bedroom door before he shakes his head. “I’m not, uh… ready for that yet,” he says. Fair enough. I shouldn’t continue to push him in any direction if things are happening too fast. It’s his decision on how he proceeds. But hell, if Kyle’s crushin’ on his daddy… I mean, if I were Ricky, my lips would already be on that boy’s. But that’s just me. “Alright,” I say, nodding. “But there’s still the, uh, uncut elephant in the room,” I joke. Ricky looks confused before he glances down at his semi-hard cock in understanding. Thankfully, he laughs. “Oh. Right.” “Niall, baby,” I say, leaning down to kiss the top of my son’s head, “why don’t you go back downstairs with your buddy?” “Actually,” Ricky interrupts, clearing his throat and making both me and my son turn towards him. “Could I… you know… watch?” I look at my friend with intrigue. “You wanna watch?” “Yeah,” he says, not quite meeting my eye. “You and… you and Niall.” Well fuck, if that doesn’t get my cock throbbing all over again. Ricky wants to see what it’s like, does he? Still, I kind of wanna tease him a bit. “Me and Niall… what?” I ask playfully. Ricky rolls his eyes. “C’mon, man, don’t make me say it.” “I’m not making you say anything,” I say lightly. “We just wanna know what it is you want, so my little guy isn’t confused.” Ricky gives me a pointed look, and I resist laughing. “Sex,” he says simply. “Ohhh. Mr. Fischer wants to watch us have sex, huh?” With a grin on my lips, I turn to Niall, placing a hand on the back of his neck. “How do you feel about that?” Niall giggles a bit, shifting his body a bit. I recognize that movement. With his back straight and his peach poking out a bit, he’s ready to show off. “That sounds fun.” “It does, doesn’t it?” I say. “You wanna show Ricky here what famsex is like, baby?” “Yeah!” he says cheerfully — and with that, he practically leaps into me. I laugh and catch him as he wraps his arms around my neck, holding him close and letting him press his lips to mine. For a moment, I forget about Ricky. It’s just me and my boy, locking lips sweetly, sharing that joyful, playful intimacy we know and fucking love. Then, the realization that someone who I like and trust, someone who I have a brotherly connection with, is watching hits me. He’s fully aroused, fully attentive, and I’m fully invested. Fuck, this will be good. With my boy in my arms, I turn and lay Niall down gently on the bed. Instinctively, he wraps his legs around my waist, and I hum against his mouth before breaking the lip-to-lip contact. I wanna kiss my boy all over, so I move my mouth to his neck. His shaky, pleased moan sounds exquisite in my ear. I kiss a little harder, sucking on his gebze escort bayan tender skin a bit and making his young hips push up in response. I know, baby. I know you need it. Daddy’s coming. I reach down to take hold of his thighs so he unwraps his legs around me. Once his legs are spread, I slowly kiss down his body, using even more tenderness than I usually do and spending extra time at trigger points: Niall’s pits, nipples, and tummy. And then, I get ever closer to his groin. Before my lips even touch the smooth skin above his cock, he’s raising his hips, asking for me to give him pleasure. I chuckle softly, looking up at him as my palm runs over his goods. “Needy boy,” I tease. He just grins down at me and nods. “Please, Dad.” “Just relax, baby boy,” I say before licking my lips and then making my way home. Niall squirms once my mouth takes all his goods in — balls included. Both of his hands go right to my hair, holding on tight as I bathe his boy parts in spit and warm breath. I stay there for a bit, lapping at his sensitivity over and over before I release his balls from my mouth. Now, I just focus on his cocklet, stiff as a nail. I gently bob up and down, sliding one hand up the front of his body while the other tickles just past his taint. In response, Niall eagerly opens his legs up even more to let me press an index finger right up against his pucker. That gets him happy moaning real nice: the kind where he’s almost laughing from how good he feels. He can’t remain still, so I move one hand to his right hip and grip onto him in order to maintain a proper pace on him. Up and down I go while just moving the pad of my finger in slow circles. Niall’s hands go to my hair again, tugging as he mewls and fights the urge to both squirm away and draw me in deeper. I recognize Niall’s signature moans after a few minutes: he’s close. His breathing gets more labored, and he starts to sound whiny. Then, his body tenses more, his legs going rigid and his back holding a temporary arch. After holding this position for a moment, he finally cries out and spurts his boycum into my mouth. I moan gratefully when it hits my tongue, coaxing it out with frequent laps at the sensitive head before enjoying one decent gulp of my son’s essence. I pull off with a grunt, licking my lips and taking a breath as I peer up at my boy. He’s all flushed with that post-orgasm blush, but he has a smile on his face. His eyes flutter a bit as he tries to regain energy. “Good?” I ask. “Real good,” he says, humming to himself as his hand lazily drifts over his torso. Then, in the blink of an eye, he’s back to standard energy, sitting up on his elbows and looking at me. “Your turn, now,” he says excitedly. “You promised.” I chuckle softly, always amazed by a kid’s speedy recovery. “Here,” I say, gesturing for him to move over. I lie in his place on my back — and barely am I in position when Niall starts clambering over me. “Oof– Easy, kid,” I say with a laugh that’s quickly extinguished when I feel those familiar lips wrap around the head of my cock. I moan softly, resting one hand gently on the back of his head and letting him work at his own pace. Niall prefers the hand-and-mouth approach: one hand gripping the base while his mouth takes care of the top half of my cock. It’s a technique he knows and loves, something that he does very well. Sometimes he’ll keep his hand still but squeeze tight while focusing on the head. Sometimes he’ll bob and stroke in unison. Either way, it’s clear he’s working hard for my load. In this position, I can get a good look at Ricky. When I turn towards my friend, he doesn’t even notice me looking. His eyes are glued to my son, eyeing the boy’s practiced technique while he strokes his cock with slow motions. It makes my dick throb, and when Niall moans, I know I’ve just given him a taste of my precum. Thank Ricky, baby. He’s making this so much hotter for me. As I start to think about what else I can have Ricky witness, my eyes flicker to my son’s backside. I grin. “Hey,” I murmur to my son, patting his behind. “Bring that back here.” His giggle is muffled by my dick, and, trying his best not to pull off, he spins around. I help him straddle my chest, putting each knee on either side of me so that his little peach is nicely displayed for access. I lick my lips at the sight of his incredibly pink hole coming into view when his cheeks naturally part — a sight that will never get old. Mouth watering, I place a hand on each of his cheeks, spread them as wide as they’ll go, and lean forward to press my tongue against his ring. I love feeling the way Niall’s moans vibrate my cock while he sucks me. Depending on how fast or how deep my tongue gets, I can control the intensity of the vibrations. I decide to go all in as quickly as possible — and that means long swipes of my tongue and, when Niall opens up for me, deep tongue penetration. He even tries to squirm away from me, but I hold his little hips in place so I can give him the works. Eventually, it becomes too much for little Niall to focus, and he stops sucking me off altogether, just panting and mewling and squirming. So, instead, I pull him up so that he’s sitting up straight on my face and I’m being smothered by my favorite little ass. Niall grinds on my tongue, the flavor of him only making my tongue wetter and wetter. I know he loves the contrast between my soft, moist lips and my scratchy beard. It gets him very excited, so I allow him to move as he pleases. That’s it, baby. Make yourself feel good. Grind on Daddy’s face. Soon, I need air, though, and I lift him off of my face to gasp for breath a bit. “Goddamn, baby,” I say, laughing as he sits up on his knees, still straddling me. “Your pussy’s on fire today.” “Don’t call it that,” Niall says, flushing but smiling. I just lean forward and kiss his pucker before I lick my lips, his scent totally filling me up. Eager to continue on to the next step, I glance towards Ricky and address him for the first time since we started fooling around. “Mind grabbing the lube for me?” He looks startled at being spoken to, like he was deep in thought. “Whaa?” he asks before blinking. “Oh, right. Yeah, sure thing.” He turns his attention to the nightstand where the lube is located. Graciously, he opens the top drawer, pulls out the little bottle, and tosses it to me. “Thanks, bud,” I say when I catch it. I first squirt some onto my fingers, and Ricky climbs back onto the bed to watch as I run my lubed fingers against Niall’s hole. He groans softly, first pulling away before pushing back against me. His hole is so responsive (and practiced) that it doesn’t take much for him to open up and accept my index finger. He pauses for a moment, and I look up at the back of my boy’s head, knowing exactly what his face looks like: cheeks red, eyebrows raised, mouth hanging open slightly. He’s enjoying his bliss. But I gotta put the little guy to work. With my free hand, I offer the lube to Niall and ask him to get me nice and ready for him. He takes the bottle eagerly, and I sit back and focus on fingering my son while he coats my cock with lube. He gives me generous strokes, making sure every inch of me is slick — and then, while I rock my finger back and forth, he just maintains a gentle grip on me. For the most part, he just moans as I hit his spot just right, his toes curling beside me. God, it amazes me how hot and tight he always is. Just feeling him on my finger could make me cum with a couple choice strokes. “Alright, kid,” I say, leaning forward to kiss the base of his spine. “Lie down for me.” We switch positions again, with Niall resting on his back and me once again getting in between my boy’s legs. I give his chest a few quick kisses before meeting his lips with mine, smiling at the way he hums and wraps his legs around me again. There you go, baby boy. I lock lips with him for a time, just holding onto that feeling of our bodies being close, sharing in each other’s warmth. Then, with a soft wet smack, I break the kiss and sit up. I wrap a fist around my lubed up cock and pull my hips back enough to get myself in place for penetration. I rub the head against his slick hole, making him grunt slightly before he whispers, “Put it in.” “Patience,” I say with a smile before granting him is wish. Very slowly, I push forward, watching his outer ring stretch around the head of my cock to accept me. It’s an incredible sight — one Ricky seems to be eyeing, even from a distance. It’s the magic of a boy, buddy. Your boy will do the same for you. He’ll open up wide as if he were made to accommodate you. Might be hard the first time, but he’ll tough it out because he wants it, and he wants you. That’s the power of family. I stay sitting up on my knees for a bit to let Ricky get a good look at how my full cock can disappear inside my son. But once I’m buried as deep as I can get, I shift focus. I lean over, kiss Niall while cradling the back of his head, and slowly start to move my hips. I keep it slow, gentle, and tender. We’re making love — with someone else bearing witness to it. In a weird way, Ricky’s presence seems to validate my love for my son even more, makes my feelings for my own boy deepen. Now it’s not so much a secret, not just between us. It’s like we’re something more *real* and more romantic since now, someone else really knows about us. God, I love you, Niall. My sweet boy. My little lover. I give him calculated thrusts, attuned to his pleasure more than my own. “You’re so beautiful,” I whisper to him. Niall’s eyes open and he smiles up at me before roping me in for deep, slow kisses. He hugs me tight, allowing full-body contact as I rut into him with every intention of making him cum for a second time tonight. But I know what makes him feel the absolute best: being on top. I wrap both arms around his small frame and roll us over without pulling my cock out of him. He grunts before letting out a long sigh against my face. As I slide my hands down to his peach, I start rutting my hips gently, admiring the look of pure joy on his face. In this position, he moans a little louder, really feeling it. He’s every bit my boy, because riding on top feels best for me too. God, I can’t wait for him to give it right back to me in his studly teenage years… and beyond, if he hasn’t gotten tired of me yet. “Who’s my favorite boy?” I whisper. Niall opens his eyes and looks down at me. “I am.” “Who’s my number one?” Smiling, Niall leans down and kisses me once. “Me.” I peck his bottom lip as I spread his cheeks with my hands and thrust up just a touch harder so that he gets that pressure he needs against his spot. He whines for me, digging his fingers into my chest and rocking his own groin into my lower stomach for added friction. “Right there!” he groans, almost looking like he’s going to cry. I bite my lip in concentration, holding that position and ensuring my motions remain consistent. “Yeah, baby?” He nods a few times. “G’nna cum ‘gain,” he mutters, his face starting to get scrunched up. Before I can even respond, he tenses up as his body rocks him with a second boygasm. He trembles in my arms, his face flushed to the max. His second orgasm hits him extra hard, it seems, because he arches deeply and trembles almost violently before I feel a little bit of wetness between us. Then, with one more sigh, Niall crumples on top of me, panting against my chest. “That one was intense,” he says. I laugh, stroking his hair. “Seemed like it.” “I’m sleepy now,” he murmurs, settling into my touch. “Can I cum in you, baby?” I ask, lightly scratching his back. “You can just rest right here.” Niall responds with a little nod, and I keep my grip on him gentle as I rock my hips again, focusing on myself this time. I close my eyes and hold my boy to my chest while the thoughts and feel of him give me the greatest pleasure and closeness I could ask for. My cock is completely hugged by his body, like it’s where it belongs. And Niall, he just whimpers softly as if he’s lost in a dream. I spend a few minutes just resting there with my body, only moving my hips, feeling myself get steadily closer to orgasm. And when I cum, I feel my cock pulsing harder than usual. Maybe it’s a serious load, but there’s power behind it too, and I empty my nuts straight into my son, filling him with the load I promised him earlier today. The orgasm makes me groan and hold my son tight and sends ripples of pleasure throughout my body, and it takes a minute for my eyes to regain focus and my heart rate to steady again. And then I remember — we’re not alone. Ricky’s here. I turn towards my friend with the intention of asking him if he enjoyed the show, but there’s no need. My answer lies in the flushed look on his face and the thick ropes of cum splattered across his torso. He enjoyed the show, alright… But loving his own son? He’ll enjoy that even more. I’m sure of it. – End of Chapter 8 –

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