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Subject: Lessons in Fatherhood – Ch. 6 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 6 (Kieran’s POV) ~ “No, *I* wanna be the big spoon.” I chuckle as Niall hits me with a demanding look topped off with a little pout. We’re alone in the house until Ricky and his son return, so we snuck in a quick round of daddy-son lovin’ before enjoying some cuddles. Typically, our afterplay consists of me taking my boy in my arms and holding him close. But not today, apparently. “Oh yeah?” I ask, grinning, dragging my fingers up his tight core. “You wanna play ‘Daddy’, huh?” Niall giggles at me, his eyes lighting up before he nods. “Yeah! I’m the big man, now.” I can’t help but snort. “Oh really?” “Yup. And you gotta call me Daddy now, *son*,” he says. I laugh brightly, shaking my head. Nothing like a little playfulness after some beautifully tender boysex with my favorite lad. “Alright, *Daddy*,” I murmur. “But give your boy some kisses, yeah?” Smiling wide, Niall slides back into me, face-to-face, as we start kissing again. We trade little smacks back and forth for a while with my hands at his sides, nothing but bare skin to touch. “Mmm. Handsome, kissable daddy, you are,” I say between smooches. “And strong, too,” Niall says, smiling so widely. I laugh against his lips, nodding. “Strong big-little daddy.” Oh, Niall’s getting an absolute kick out of this dynamic — and, frankly, it’s making my cock twitch despite the fact that I just fed him a load a few minutes ago. Enjoying the game, he flexes his little biceps for me. “Feel my muscles, son.” Grunting and biting my lip, I run my fingers over his arms, testing out the smooth, tensed muscle. “Biiig fuckin’ muscles,” I murmur, eliciting another giggle from him. “You gonna protect me with these guns?” “Mhm,” he says, nodding. “Gonna take care of you forever and ever.” “Like a good daddy should,” I say, kissing him again and running my hands all over him: his arms, his sides, his back, his ass… He’s so small, and yet, there’s so much to touch — and every touch gets a little hum out of him. I grin a bit. “Feels good, Daddy?” I ask. “Yeah,” he sighs, smiling. “Feels good when your son touches you, huh?” He nods multiple times, biting his lip for a moment before guiding my hand between us, right to his cock. It’s stiff again, and I smirk at the insistent hardness of it. “Feels good when you touch me here, too.” “Does it, now?” I ask, smirking as I fondle his goods. “Mmm,” he hums happily. “That’s where you came from, Da– I mean, *son*.” I arch my eyebrow but smile widely at him as he gently ruts his hips into my palm. God, I love how fully he’s settling into this. “Yeah, Daddy? You made me?” “Yeahhh,” he says softly. “With my…” Then he pauses, blushing slightly. I just smile. I know what he wants to say, so in the interest of play, I encourage it. “Go ahead, Daddy. You can say it.” I give his crotch a firm grope as if for reassurance. “You’re a man now. You can talk like a man with me.” He smiles at me as if waiting for me to change my mind before he murmurs, “Made you with my cock, son.” I grunt. I usually don’t allow Niall to use such language out of fear of him abusing it, but goddamn, it’s sexy to hear his sweet voice say something so filthy. “*Big* daddy cock, yeah?” I ask, feeling out his length with my fingers. He giggles conspiratorially, impishly. “Real big,” he says. “That’s why you’re so big and strong, son.” “Mmm, Daddy,” I growl, kissing him. “Sexy little fucker.” He giggles again before kissing me back. “Big sexy son,” he whispers. “*Daddy*,” I repeat, pulling him into me more, my smile so wide that my cheeks hurt. He wraps his arms around my body, smiling as if he couldn’t possibly be happier. “Sooooon!” he cries out playfully, making us both laugh. God, I fucking love this boy. I take a moment just to soak in the light he’s radiating before he says something surprising: “I wanna have a baby.” It suddenly strikes me how grown-up my little boy is getting. He’s growing muscles, making cum… Sure, he’s only ten, but my God, time has fucking flown. Seems just yesterday I was doting on my baby boy fresh from the hospital, practically demanding that *I* look after him in every way. I think that’s the reason Niall became such a daddy’s boy, the reason we’re so connected: we’ve been the light of each other’s eyes since day one. I changed him and fed him, especially when Niall’s strong suck made Mary too sore to nurse. I held his hand through his first steps. His first word was “Dada,” and his fourth word was “kiss.” He never said “Mom and Dad” — only “Dad and Mom.” He’d cry out for me when he had a nightmare, choose my lap when the three of us would watch a movie, tell me secrets that he’d never tell his mother… We have a powerful history. Our connection deepened in oddly intimate ways, even when he was an infant. Back when Mary and I lived in a shoebox of an apartment, there was no room in the bedroom for a crib. In the end, we both agreed it’d just be best to have the baby sleep in our bed — even when we had sex. I remember one specific time where Mary and I were fucking, with her riding on top of me, and Niall started crying midway. “Goddamn it, I’m so close,” she hissed, whining at the prospect of performing some sort of motherly duty. But I paid her no mind. I didn’t even think about it. My own paternal instincts flared up and I quickly reached for my son, pulling him to my chest. “Shhh, I’ve got you, honey,” I whispered to him, stroking his fragile head, cooing to him. It didn’t take long for him to calm down, and in turn, Mary asked if she could continue. She had been pent up all day and desperately needed this release. And when I nodded, there was this odd moment where Niall and I made eye contact while Mary slid up and down my cock. All that was in my field of vision was my baby boy. No one else. In a weird way, I felt connected to *him*, not her — like *we* were the ones making love. And now, here he is, my little lover, so handsome and playful and smart and sexy. A handful, too, but I’m beyond happy to take all of him, however he is, whoever he may be — especially if that includes being a father. The little game we were playing is put on hold while Niall makes this confession — one that catches me off-guard. “You do?” I ask. “Yeah,” he says, running his fingers over my beard. “I can make sperm now.” I chuckle. “That you can,” I murmur, my cock certainly enjoying the concept of Niall’s virility. “You wanna be a daddy, kiddo?” “Mhm.” He smiles to himself as he traces my jaw. “We could be daddies together.” “Well, I *love* the sound of that,” I whisper to him, and he giggles. “Girl or boy, love?” “Ew,” he says without hesitation, making a face. “No girls.” I laugh. So my boy wants to make a son, huh? I’m willing to bet he wants just as intimate of a connection with his hypothetical son as he does with me. “Boys only?” I ask. “Definitely,” he says decidedly, nodding. Then, his eyes meet mine. “Do you think I’d be a good dad?” I smile tenderly at him, taking his face in one of my hands. “Baby, I think you’d be the *best* dad.” He blushes but smiles warmly at me. “Not better than you. *You’re* the best dad.” “You’ll give me a run for my money, kid,” I say with a grin, pulling him in and planting a sweet kiss on his lips. Suddenly, we hear movement downstairs, quickly followed by Ricky’s voice. “We’re back!” he shouts. I sigh softly. Part of me wants to stay in bed all day and talk about Niall’s newfound curiosity, but we had our fun. Now it’s time to get ready for Halloween night. “We’ll be down in a bit!” I shout back. “Still getting ready!” Niall giggles beside me. “We are?” “Hush,” I say, bopping his nose with my index finger before giving him another kiss. “Let’s get these costumes in order, Daddy-boy. We can talk more later.” Niall and I always go all-out on Halloween. In past years, we’ve been Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy from “Spongebob,” the old man and the boy scout from the movie “Up,” Dr. Evil and Mini-Me from “Austin Powers,” Mario and Baby Mario, a father-son role swap… This year? The ever-classic Batman and Robin. It takes a bit to get ourselves dressed, but once I top Niall’s costume off with the mask, I step back just to check him out. “Goddamn, Niall,” I whisper. He has no right looking as sexy as he does. It’s everything, from the fake-muscle Robin shirt and the skin-tight green pants to the flowing cape and the high black socks. He just needs his shoes and he’s all set to go. “I’m *Robin*, Dad,” he corrects me. I chuckle a bit. “Apologies,” I say in my best fake-Batman voice. Niall giggles when my voice gets so deeply raspy for a second there. “I don’t think Batman is Robin’s dad, though, is he?” “Sure he is,” Niall says. “Hm. I always thought they were lovers,” I say, rubbing my chin. Niall just smiles up at me. “Same thing,” he comments, poking my stomach. I let out a hearty laugh, pulling my little Robin in. “Good answer,” I whisper to him in my Batman voice, smiling before planting a kiss on his lips. “Alright. Help me with my cape, will ya?” I pull out all the stops for my boy, and that includes purchasing the real-deal costume: body-hugging black jumpsuit with an additional hard-shell muscle chest, bronzy utility belt, flowing cape, and of course, the headpiece. I bought it last year for Halloween since we were going to a party at the hospital, but because we didn’t find a proper Robin costume in time, it’s been sitting in my closet for a year. Frankly, I look fucking good. Sure, it’s silly, but I can’t put a price tag on how goddamn happy my little boy looks checking me out in the mirror. “You look so *cool*!” he says, practically squealing. He can’t even stand still. Practically shaking with excitement, the little guy is. “You’re damn right I do,” I say with a grin, adjusting the belt a bit. “I look like I’m gonna kick some serious butt.” “Not *my* butt,” Niall says, switching to play-mode. He throws up his fists, ready for some hand-to-hand combat. I grin at him. “Mmm, you’re right. I’d rather kiss your butt.” Niall lets out a snort, punching my side playfully. “You already kissed my butt today. Now you gotta fight me.” “Oh, you *really* wanna fight, you little runt?” Niall grins, squaring up. “C’mon, old man.” “Old?” I say, adopting my Batman voice. The shift in my tone makes Niall giggle, and while darıca escort he’s caught off-guard, I swoop down to wrap my arms around him. He squeals, trying to wriggle free from my grip, but I get him all the way to the bed and pin him down. “Got you now, little boy.” “Release me, Batman!” he says, kicking and laughing like he’s four years younger. “I don’t take orders from shrimps like you,” I tell him. He just continually tries to drive his knee into my side. “Unhand me or else!” “Magic words, boy.” I nearly cough at how hoarse my voice sounds. It almost makes me break character. “I love you!” I pause, not having expected him to say that. Honestly, I didn’t even know what the magic words were — I just wanted to see what he’d come up with. Hearing his choice, though, makes me smile like a motherfucker. “I love you, too,” I whisper, dropping my impersonation. It’s just me and him right now. Niall senses the tender tone my voice has taken and beams up at me. “Love you too, Batman,” he teases with a giggle. “And Daddy.” I lean down and give him a long kiss, holding our lips together and just enjoying the intimate embrace before I pull back with a smile. Goddamn, if I don’t feel like I’m in love… When we finally head downstairs, Niall and I find Ricky and Kyle doing some finishing touches on their costumes. Kyle’s neck-deep in a Harry Potter phase, so he’s going as The Boy Who Lived while his daddy (who’s not into Halloween whatsoever) is just going as the Brawny Man. Still, he looks damn fine in his picnic-blanket-esque button-up tucked into some Levis, and it’s pretty fucking adorable seeing him fuss over Kyle’s costume. “Lookin’ good, fellas!” I say, beaming. Both of them suddenly turn their heads to check us out — and I laugh seeing both sets of Fischer eyes go wide. “Whoa, cool!” Kyle says, flashing his teeth towards us. But my focus is on Ricky. “Whatcha think, bud?” I ask, putting an arm around my son and pulling him close. “Think we make a good duo?” It’s almost comical seeing the way Ricky freezes, hands still at Kyle’s neck, having paused midway through tying his son’s cloak. The man’s eyes are fixed on me and Niall with a look that makes me wonder… what’s he thinking? “Uhh… Yeah,” he says, blinking twice. “Isn’t Robin Batman’s son?” Niall asks — a question directed to his buddy. “I think so,” Ky says, looking thoughtful for a moment. “Dad thinks they were in love,” Niall murmurs, and Kyle giggles at the thought. “No way,” Kyle says, shaking his head. I just grin. “Why not? They would’ve been cute together,” I mention — and as I say this, I keep my eyes on Ricky’s expressions. Ever since we moved in, I’ve noticed more and more how much Ricky eyes me and my boy, and though I pride myself on my people skills, Ricky’s a tougher one to crack. I can’t tell if he’s suspicious, or intrigued, or knowing when it comes to how touchy-feely me and my boy are. The one thing I *can* tell is that he’s not put off. In fact, he even seems curious. I’ve tried to tap into that curiosity a bit — as subtly as possible, of course. I mean, I took quite the risk with him that first time I mentioned Kyle while I stroked him off. And yeah, he came like a motherfucker, but I felt bad by how embarrassed he seemed afterwards, especially because we had quite a nice thing going. Still, it didn’t deter him from continuing to hook up with me. We keep that newfound part of our relationship alive, blow off steam through each other, get the fix we both need when we’re feeling it. It’s man sex, rugged and beastly and messy, very different to what I have with my boy. But the closer I get to Ricky, the more I want to tell him about me and Niall. Every time we’re in the throes of it, I teeter on the edge of letting something spill, of knocking on the door of his psyche and seeing if he’ll let me in — all of me. It’s not this overwhelming desire to just spill my secrets to someone. It’s the fact that I have a strong, strong hunch that Ricky’s “interested” in some way or another, that this is something we could bond over. After a few weeks of really observing how the man’s sights wander over both of our boys and reflecting on how awkward my buddy was when he had caught the boys fooling around, I have a theory that he strokes off to similar thoughts to me in the middle of the night. Can’t help but wonder what makes that stud cum, and cum hard. I don’t know… but something tells me I’m right. “I mean, we’re pretty cute together, right, kiddo?” I ask, looking down at Niall. He grins up at me. “Probably the cutest.” I chuckle, messing with his hair. “Absolutely the cutest.” I consider kissing him right here and now, *really* kissing him the way he likes it, the way we both like it. That’d certainly be one way to test my theory about Ricky, but it’s a risk. I still need to find out for sure… “I gotta say,” I murmur to Ricky as we watch our boys walk up to what feels like the hundredth house of the night, “your half-assed costume suits you well.” He laughs, shaking his head. “I’m just not a costume guy. Sue me.” I grin at him. I can’t say I blame him. After walking up to the first couple dozen houses with Niall so that we could flaunt our matching costumes, I *had* to take off the headpiece. Shit gets uncomfortable after a while. “But it’s fun… for a little while,” I say, chuckling. “Okay, sure, but at what cost?” he asks with a smirk before eyeing me up and down. “I mean, are you ever gonna wear this thing again?” He grabs onto my cape and inspects it. “Definitely. Niall loves dress-up,” I say, already envisioning the sexy but playful scenarios we could play out. “Plus, it’ll be a funny gag for some stupid event in the future, I’m sure.” I even smirk at the thought of me dressing up for the kids when I’m officially in pediatrics. That’ll be sure to bring some smiles. The boys come running back from collecting candy from a senile woman before we make our way to the neighboring house. We pass by a small gaggle of witches on brooms and a pair of boys dressed as a vampire and Ghostface — and they all pause and giggle at the sight of me. “Clearly this costume is a crowd-pleasure,” I murmur. Ricky just rolls his eyes, laughing. “Well, duh. Kids love a spectacle.” I burst out laughing for a moment. “Testy,” I tease, nudging him. “I didn’t mean it like that,” he says with a smile. Then, just as the boys start heading up to the porch of the next house, he lowers his voice to me. “Is it weird that you in this costume is kinda turning me on?” I look back at him in surprise before grinning. “Maybe a little.” “Just some fantasy I had as a kid,” he says, sliding his hands into his pockets. Well, now I’m intrigued. “Oh yeah?” I ask, facing him more. “Yuuup. It was… elaborate,” he says with a laugh. “I’d dream up this whole battle sequence where he’d save me from some random bad guy, and he’d like, wrap me up in his cape and take me home and tuck me in all safe and sound.” Ricky shakes his head as if embarrassed for admitting this, looking off towards the house as he speaks. “And, you know, he just… wouldn’t leave.” The thought of young Ricky in his bed stroking off to his superhero fantasies gets me a little thick between my legs. “Maybe one of these nights I’ll whip this costume out again,” I tease. He blushes and laughs, playfully shoving me. “Fuck off, Kieran.” I chuckle, holding my stance as our boys come running back to us. They both practically scream while raving about the house they just collected treats from, showing off their king-sized Kit-Kats and Hershey’s bars before we start moving on to the next house. “Lookit them,” I murmur, shaking my head as we watch them race each other next door. Ricky chuckles beside me. “Yeah. Our crazy boys.” He nudges me with his elbow. “I think your son’s energy is rubbing off on mine.” “You regret taking us in yet?” I ask with a grin. But Ricky just smiles at me so genuinely that I’m disarmed for a moment. “Not for a second, man,” he says. I can’t thank Ricky enough for letting my son and I crash with him. The day after he made that offer, I discussed things with Mary and agreed to give her the house in exchange for her keeping her claws away from my son (though I said it in far more polite terms). After that, Niall and I slowly started moving into the Fischer residence. I often find myself going above and beyond to show my appreciation for Ricky so kindly opening his doors for us, which typically involves handling all the cooking and cleaning and playing handyman when the downstairs bathroom is on the fritz (which is often, apparently). Just a few less things for my buddy to worry about, and the less worry he has, the better. “I still can’t thank you enough–” “Stop, Kieran,” Ricky says, laughing. “You don’t have to thank me.” “Yes I do,” I tell him. Every time I try to gush out on him, he tries his best to brush it off. “You’re a good fuckin’ dude. The *best* dude,” I add, grinning. I know his type. He doesn’t take compliments and appreciation well, but hell, I have too much of that to give. He’s going to have to learn. “I’m just happy you two have a place to stay.” I chuckle. “Nah, you’re just happy you have a live-in fuckbuddy, now,” I tease, getting another laugh out of Ricky. “There are perks, sure,” he says with a smirk — and I don’t miss him nudging the cape aside to check out my ass. I just laugh, playfully slapping his hand away. “Later, you fuckin’ stud,” I murmur. “Later.” When we get back to the house with two pillowcases absolutely full of candy, Ricky and I set the boys up in the living room. Lucky for them, it’s not a school night, and they just want to stay up late and watch scary movies and swap candy — which is perfect for Ricky and me, because it gives us a chance to sneak upstairs and at least get a quickie in. While the boys dump out their candy onto the coffee table, we stand behind the couch. Ricky discreetly reaches over to grab my ass, groping one cheek suggestively. Guess that means it’s time… “You kids behave,” I say. “And don’t go crazy on the candy.” “Yeah yeah,” Niall says, waving me off. I just flick the back of his head in retaliation to his sass, making him giggle before Ricky and I head upstairs. As soon as we’re through the door to his bedroom, we start stripping at a rapid pace. It’s been a couple days since Ricky’s emptied his nuts because of how hectic work has gotten for him and how unmatched our schedules have been, so I know he’s eager to get down and dirty. My costume comes off pretty easily, and I drop everything to the floor before he even has his belt fully off, giving Ricky a moment to eye-fuck me. I chose a jockstrap for today: white and sporty and perfectly accentuating my bulge, thighs, and ass. “Goddamn,” Ricky murmurs, groping his own bulge. I just chuckle softly. We’ve fooled around on five or so separate occasions since that first time. Of those instances, I was only wearing a jockstrap once — and my, kocaeli eve gelen escort how my buddy drooled. “Figured I’d throw on an old strap for ya.” “For me?” he asks, grinning. “You shouldn’t have.” “The things I do for my friends,” I tease as he steps closer. I quickly reach out to grab his button-up and tug him forward. Our lips connect, and even though we start at a slower pace, we start kissing deeply. Already, my tongue finds his, eager for that intimate, sensual dynamic. We continue kissing as I undo the buttons on his shirt, letting his hands wander over my backside. Unsurprisingly, he spends a solid amount of time with his hands on my ass, groping and squeezing each cheek and toying with the straps. They slap back against my skin with an erotic sound that echoes off the bedroom walls. I peel off his shirt before moving my hands to his jeans, quickly tugging them off his hips along with his underwear. His hard cock swings out and waves hello, making me grin. I grip it as he steps out of the rest of his clothes, giving his cock a few tender strokes. “You’re insanely hard,” I comment. “Your fault,” he says, kicking away his jeans before continuing to kiss me. We switch over to the bed, and even though I’m a bit eager to play with that fabulous uncut cock of his, he manages to get me onto my back. Guess he’s up first tonight. I grin, watching him kiss down my body slowly like he’s teasing himself. I know he’s desperate to suck my cock — he told me so when we were trick-or-treating with the boys. But he takes his time, dragging his lips down in a straight line from between my pecs to the waistband of my jockstrap. When he gets to my bulge, he completely presses his face in, inhaling deeply. “Filthy fucker,” I murmur, putting one arm behind my head as I watch him. He looks up at me, grinning. “You smell so fuckin’ sweet.” “Wait ’til you taste it,” I tell him, smirking. He licks his lips a bit. “Been thinkin’ about this all day,” he says, giving my bulge a lusty, playful bite. I grunt, pushing my hips up towards his face. “Yeah, stud? Got my cock on the brain?” “It’s a perrrfect fuckin’ cock,” he murmurs, slowly peeling back the pouch until my semi flops out. “*Christ*,” he whispers, eyeing it hungrily. “Don’t you mean ‘Batman’?” I tease. He glares up at me so pointedly that I laugh. “Don’t start with me, Pinky,” he says, teasing me right back. That’s a little nickname he has for my cock, considering how pink it is. The irony is that it’s not small. “Oh, c’mon, I had to te– Ahh,” I moan out when he cuts me off and takes my cock into his mouth. I bring my free hand to the back of his head and smile gently. “Fuck yeah, buddy. Suck it deep.” Ricky swallows me to the hilt every time he bobs down, even as I get steadily harder. His mouth surrounds me, envelopes my cock completely in his wet, welcoming warmth, his throat taking complete control of me. It’s not like our other sessions, where he spends a fair bit of time worshipping my cock a bit. This is pure, lusty, ravenous hunger. He wants it bad. I move both hands to the back of his head, not so much guiding him as I am just going along for the ride. He’s perfectly fine fucking his own throat with my cock, and I just moan and let him slobber all over me while I talk him up. I keep encouraging him, talking erotically playful smack, meeting his bobs with my thrusts, sending my dick deep into him. So fucking hot watching my cock disappear. Soon, he pulls off with a heavy groan, panting. “Can I rim you?” he asks breathlessly. I grin. Instead of responding with words, I just push him back so I can roll over and hitch my ass up. Immediately, Ricky removes my jock before his hands find each cheek, groping and pulling them apart. “Eager,” I tease. “That a problem?” he asks before spreading my cheeks as wide as he can and dragging his tongue right across my hole. No hesitation, no beating around the bush. This man wants what he wants, and he’s going for it. I moan out, gripping the sheets a little more tightly. “Fuck… Not at all, stud. Not at fuckin’ all.” He gives me several tender laps, moaning softly against me before planting a sloppy kiss right against my pucker that smacks in the lewdest, hottest way. I feel my toes tingling and a smile forming on my lips as he continues really fucking eating me out. Ricky’s damn fuckin’ fine when it comes to sucking hole. I haven’t asked, but the way he goes at it, I’m willing to bet rimming is his favorite thing on the menu — and I’m more than happy to serve it when he wants it. Fuck, it gets my cock dripping. He drags his tongue all the way up to my lower back before grunting. “God, I wanna fuck you,” Ricky pants right above the cleft. I grin, arching my eyebrow. Guess today is a day of firsts: first time Niall mentions wanting to be a daddy, first time Ricky mentions wanting to plug me… “Yeah, buddy? You need that daddy cock taken care of, huh?” He growls a bit, petting my ultra-wet hole with his thumb. “Us dads gotta stick together, right?” he says, and I can almost hear the grin in his voice. “You said so yourself when we first met.” I chuckle, nodding. “That I– Mmf,” I grunt. I don’t know what he’s doing with his fingers, but goddamn, that feels electric. “That I did, you sexy fuckin’ bastard.” “You gonna let me, Kieran?” he asks, playfully biting one of my cheeks just as his thumb starts to enter me. “You gonna give it up for your bro?” “Long as you fuckin’ take it,” I growl back at him. For a moment, we just lock eyes in that lustful, sexually-charged way — but then, we realize we’re not alone. There’s a presence at the door that we for some reason neglected to close. Niall passes us before he backtracks (presumably) on his way to the bathroom to check to see if his eyes deceived him. But nope. Sure enough, his daddy and his best friend’s father are naked and hard together. Niall, who’s aware he’s seeing something he probably shouldn’t, merely giggles loudly before sprinting away and heading to the bathroom as intended. I glance back at Ricky to gauge his reaction — and the poor guy looks mortified. “Shit!” he whispers. I smirk slightly as I roll onto my back. “What?” “He saw us!” Ricky says, eyes wide and face flushed. “It’s not that incriminating,” I tease, trying to get him to relax. Niall peered in for all of three seconds. “We’re both fucking naked, Kieran,” he says. “And I had my fucking finger up your ass. Kind of incriminating.” “It’s not like he doesn’t know what sex is,” I remind him, and Ricky sighs before slumping. “It’s alright.” He looks away for a moment as if trying to convince himself that it really is fine. Part of me wonders if he’s just trying to shirk the thrill of being caught in such a state until he mentions something else. “Okay, but what if he tells your wife?” he asks. I blink. “My wife?” “You don’t want any reason for her to use something against you.” I appreciate Ricky’s thought process. Frankly, one reason I hadn’t even considered that is because the situation is worse than Ricky knows. He doesn’t know that Mary separated from *me* — after she “caught” me and Niall together. To be fair, it wasn’t in the act, but my son were in bed together, sleeping soundly, naked as the day we were born. She made her assumptions, and I did my best to convincingly deny them, but in the end, she believed what she believed. Now she’s using that little tidbit of information as a tool of manipulation — not to “protect” her son from me, a fact that infuriates me when I think too hard about it, but just to rope me into submission. At least she just wants the house. Beyond that, she doesn’t care. And frankly, neither do I. I just want this entire ordeal to be over with. As soon as the divorce is finalized and we are legally separated, I’ll be relieved. But I don’t want to dump that on Ricky yet — not until I can be sure to explain things more… fully. “No,” I say to Ricky, keeping it simple. “He’s a daddy’s boy.” Ricky doesn’t seem terribly convinced, but he nods anyway. “Alright…” I slowly sit up, keeping my eyes on his. Shifting onto my knees, I shimmy forward until we’re face-to-face, licking my lips before pressing them to his. At first, he’s hesitant, idle as I carry us through the kissing. He’s distracted, I can tell. It takes him a few moments to start gradually working with me, sighing softly as we trade. But then, just when I think we’re getting back into the swing of things, he pulls away, sighing and running his fingers through his hair. “Sorry,” he mutters. “What?” “It just… weirded me out,” he says, gesturing towards the door that Niall peered through. I cock an eyebrow. “Did it?” I ask, taking a risk and gripping his dick to give it a squeeze. “You’re still rock hard.” I don’t say it to embarrass him, but he blushes and grunts like he is. “I just mean…” But he trails off, licking his lips and shaking his head as if unsure what to say or how to word it. “Never mind.” “I’m not judging you,” I say lowly after a moment. He meets my eye, looking confused. “Judging me for what?” “For looking at my son.” He goes bright fucking red at the snap of a finger, and I can tell his eyes are searching mine for any sign of disapproval. But he won’t find it there — not a smidge of it. He doesn’t even try to deny it. He just remains a deer in the headlights: caught. We stay silent as we hear the toilet flush and Niall then washing his hands. Soon after, the bathroom door opens and little Niall hums a tune as he starts skipping down the hallway. Before my son passes by the room, I call out his name and invite him in. Ricky looks at me wide-eyed before pulling away from me. He quickly grabs a pillow and covers his crotch with it. Conversely, I wear my hard-on proudly as my son walks in. “Yeah, Daddy?” he asks. “Mr. Fischer here is worried you’re gonna tell your mom about us.” Now it’s Niall’s turn to look confused, eyes switching between me and his best friend’s dad. “That you’re having sex?” he asks. I can practically feel Ricky twitch nearby. “Yeah,” I say. “But… why would I tell her that?” I chuckle slightly, looking at Ricky. “Told you.” “Okay, I get it,” Ricky mumbles. God, he looks so nervous. “Alright, thanks, buddy,” I say to Niall. He smiles at me before turning on his heels to head back downstairs — but again, I stop him. “Hey, wait. Come give Daddy a kiss, will ya?” Niall glances at me, then Ricky, before grinning back at me. He runs over to the bed and jumps into my arms, pressing right up against my hard cock to kiss me deeply. My heart is thudding as hard as all hell, doing this in front of Ricky — because this isn’t one of our normal kisses. It’s just a hair deeper than conventionally appropriate, a hint more tender, maybe even a little sensual considering we kiss back and forth once, twice, three times. When I pull back slowly and let out lips separate with a luscious smack, I grin at my blushing son, give his little peach a slap, and tell gebze escort bayan him to go back downstairs. Giggling, Niall hops off the bed and runs out of the room, and I glance back at Ricky with a little smirk of my own. Ricky looks at me warily as I slide closer to him again and take his pillow-shield away. I bite my lip when I see his hard-on hasn’t gone down. In fact, it looks even stiffer or bigger somehow. “Thought so,” I say with a chuckle. “Kieran–” “Don’t, buddy,” I say gently, gripping his cock again. “Trust me. I get it.” Then I lick my lips, stepping closer so that our cocks, both hard as fuck, are resting one against the other. “You and I, we’re cool, right?” He nods as I extend my grip to wrap around both of us. “Yeah,” he whispers. “We’re buds?” I start stroking us faster, feeling Ricky throbbing. “Uh huh.” “And we can tell each other things, right?” He visibly swallows, his Adam’s apple twitching. “Right,” he grunts as I work his cock. “And if I tell you something, you’ll keep it between us?” He hesitates before nodding. This is merely just to tease him. I know he’ll keep our secret because he’s just that kind of guy. So I lean in, my heart fucking pounding, and whisper, “I’m fucking my son.” It’s not just the thrill of admitting that to someone. It’s his reaction, too. And fuck, his reaction is incredible. His eyes go wide for a moment before he shuts them tightly, his hand gripping my wrist. I soon realize it’s because he’s cumming, like my words were a trigger to his orgasm, just what he needed to set him over the edge. His cock pulses in my grip before it starts spilling thick, creamy dad-cum all over my fingers and my shaft. Fuck yeah, Ricky. Just as I thought: you’re a perv, too. Honestly, I’m surprised he came so quickly. He must have been stroking off a lot while taking care of me. Ricky pants, catching his breath and sitting back on his heels. He stays silent for a while, staring at the cum on my body as if asking himself, “What the fuck is wrong with me?” “You good, bud?” I ask, breaking the silence as I loosely lube my own cock up with his cum. He nods a bit before flicking his eyes up to mine. “Sorry.” I smile at him. “What’re you apologizing for?” In response, he just gestures to his load on my groin, and I laugh. “Don’t. It’s good fuckin’ lube.” If he could possibly look anymore awkward, I’d love to see that. “Kieran–” “You don’t need to explain, buddy,” I assure him, openly stroking myself as I talk. I want him to start feel comfortable. I want him to know that I’m still turned the fuck on — and I want him to make that connection on his own. He pauses for a bit, chewing on his bottom lip as he watches my hand glide up and down my shaft. “You weren’t… You weren’t serious, were you?” he asks hesitantly, eyes flickering up to meet mine. “That wasn’t just talk to get me off?” I grin slightly to myself. “So the thought *does* turn you on, huh?” I ask. I knew I was fuckin’ right. I felt it. “I just–” “I was serious,” I tell him in a level voice, cutting him off to spare him further embarrassment. He stares at me openly now, as if to call my bluff. “Really?” “Yep.” “You and Niall?” I laugh. “Me ‘n Niall.” “Holy shit,” he whispers, looking at me in surprise. “I’ve always… I’ve always kinda wondered.” “I had a feeling you were on to us,” I ask. I wonder what indicated that, what could have given us away. Maybe it’s just the fact that Niall and I are so close, or that Ricky’s gay and has had fleeting thoughts. Hell, maybe he’s always had that perv inside of him, lying dormant. He nods. “You two have always just seemed… *so* close.” “And that gets your rocks boiling?” I ask. He winces at first, but he nods and slowly starts to look more comfortable. It’s one thing to be the dude imagining a father and son together. It’s another thing entirely to be *right*. “I mean… yeah,” he says, laughing nervously. Frankly, in a weird way, his anxiousness comforts me. It takes any tension that I had on the subject completely off my shoulders. “How long?” he asks, swallowing thickly. “Since he was… yay high?” I say, estimating his height off the edge of the bed with my non-jerking hand. He stares at me in… what, awe? That’s the vibe I’m getting. “Can I… um… Can I ask…?” he says before trailing off. “You can ask me anything, bud.” He stares at me as if unsure whether or not these inviting waters are dangerous. In the end, he decides to take a dip. “How’d it happen?” I smirk a bit, scratching my chin before starting to speak, still idly stroking my cock. I start off by telling Ricky about the tickles: a device first used to placate the boy more than anything else. But it’s an important place to start so that he understands how it built up over the years, how it morphed from a (as I thought of it) fatherly duty to a coveted expression of love — especially after that first night. I had tucked Niall into bed, as usual. Stroked his hair. Kissed him goodnight. But that kiss, it lingered. Deepened, even. There was something in the air that night, something that, when I looked at it retrospectively, had obviously been building for a while. Even before that night, I was starting to love giving my boy his special tickles rather than thinking of it as a chore. I was starting to feel a little spark of *something* in our playful, loving smooches. My heart felt a little more tender than it usually did, softening every day. Something about the way Niall leaned in for more kisses just allowed me to fall into it. And boy, did we kiss. Back and forth, we went at it slowly, lips smacking lusciously against each other’s. We didn’t exchange a single word. Niall so quickly caught on to what I was teaching him, adding in his own natural rhythm to it. Soon, kneeling beside his bed wasn’t enough. I wanted to hold my boy while I made love to his mouth. So, I climbed in with him, encouraged by the brightest little smile on his face, I pulled the covers up over us like schoolchildren and proceeded to playfully make out with my son. I was hard, harder than I had ever been prior to that moment — and Niall noticed. He’d been curious for a while about me: stealing looks when I was naked, asking about my penis when we were alone, developing this growing desire to touch me the way I touched him… I had always told him no, though. Always thought that was taking things too far. But that night, kissing up on my boy… The urge to let him completely overshadowed my reservations. I pulled it out for him and let him play and explore, let him practice what he’d clearly been taking notes on from me, let him have what he had so desperately wanted. I let him “tickle” me and make me cum. Ricky, whose cock is pulsing again, swallows. “How’d it feel?” he asks me quietly. I smile. “Like falling in love, bud,” I murmur back to him. “Sounds corny, but it’s the truth.” “And Niall,” he starts to say, chewing on his bottom lip, “feels the… the same way?” I laugh a little, shrugging. “As much as a ten-year-old could, yeah.” I know my boy is young. I know his feelings could start changing, especially during these next few crucial years. But he knows how available I am to him. He knows he can always fall back on me. Ricky clears his throat a couple of times before asking if he can hit me with another question. When I nod, he hesitates before asking, “How old was he?” His hand so naturally falls back to his cock as he speaks, and he gives himself slow strokes to match my speed. I lick my bottom lip before answering. “Younger than there are inches on my cock, bud.” His eyes flicker down to my dick before he laughs, shaking his head. “Christ, man,” he whispers, a reverence in his voice. “That’s…” “Crazy?” “I was gonna say… I don’t know what I was gonna say,” he says with another laugh. “Incredible?” I smile brightly at him, sensing nothing but a positive response. “You really think so?” I ask. “I mean… I think it’s… beautiful,” Ricky admits before biting his lip. “And, you know…” He gestures between our hard-ons, and I chuckle softly, understanding. “Hot?” “Yeah,” he says sheepishly, reaching lower to pet his balls. “Honestly, I’d never really thought about a father and a son in that way until I met you two.” Shit. I turned him on to incest? That’s certainly a hot fucking thought. Maybe I can convert him fully… “What about that boy of yours?” Suddenly, he blinks. “Kyle?” “Yeah. You said you never thought about fathers and sons before you met me ‘n Niall. Is your relationship off the table?” I ask, grinning slightly. “You two have been getting closer, I notice.” “Well… Yeah, but not… not that close,” he says, his face getting a little redder. I keep pushing, but as politely as possible. “Do you want to be that close?” I ask. He looks away briefly. “I don’t know…” he says before his eyes meet mine again. “I’ve, uh… I’ve thought about it.” He blushes so deeply it looks like he’s going to burst. I can’t help but laugh. “Don’t be ashamed, buddy. I told you: I get it.” I lean into him a bit, placing a hand on his thigh more so to get his attention rather than to initiate sexual contact. In turn, he looks back at me as I speak. “You’ve got a *beautiful* fucking boy. I’d be more surprised if you *weren’t* getting chubbed up at the thought of him.” He smiles slightly, clearly appreciating my openness and humor. “It’s just… It’s a lot.” I can somewhat relate to Ricky on that front, but only slightly. I came to terms with my feelings rather quickly, I realize, considering how smoothly my relationship with my son blossomed. It just felt too natural and right to feel ashamed about what we were doing. “I’m not here to pressure you into anything,” I tell him. “But if you ever wanna talk about those fantasies of yours…” Something special between him and his son could be good for them, though. Ricky’s always talked about trying to completely bridge that gap between them, become a real father and son without feeling like something’s missing. It’s been a slow and steady adventure, where they learn a little more about each other every day. Niall and I often joke that it’s like they’re dating, but in a way, that’s exactly right. And what happens at the end of a dating period…? When he doesn’t respond, I just smile. “Mind if I cum?” I ask. My balls are fucking boiling. “I don’t mind,” he says, his eyes quickly falling back on my dick. “Then… Well… can we… talk more?” I grin and nod. “Absolutely, bud.” I close my eyes for a bit and just stroke myself to high heaven. As I start to get close, aided by the lubrication my buddy’s load has provided, Ricky leans over and takes me into his mouth. I moan out a little louder, swearing under my breath as I start pumping my cum onto his tongue. He grunts, eagerly swallowing my load down, my fingers gripping his hair as I pant. God, yes, Ricky boy. Thank you. He slowly pulls off as I finish and swallows again before sitting back up on his heels. Still, his eyes don’t leave my cock as he rubs himself. I’m not sure exactly where his head’s at right now, or if he’s really thought about his son that way, or if he’s the type of guy that has had fantasies he’s worked so hard to bury. But the one thing I do know is that now, his mind is open. – End of Chapter 6 –