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Desirable Son (PunkJello and J)

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JMontvale

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Jan 29, 2009
Bill Cutler drove home with the windows of his truck rolled down. It was a hot day for late spring, and the truck's air conditioning was out again. Bill thought he was a good mechanic. The customers never complained, at least. But he couldn't keep the AC on his old truck running for more than a week at a time. He wondered if he should replace it, but Bill didn't want to waste the money.

Bill had divorced his wife two months ago, but it had been at least three years coming. Meredeth had been cheating on Bill at least that long. She had made her disinterest in Bill and their son pretty evident over that time, and Bill had finally just given up on her. Their son had chosen to live with Bill, but in a ruling that mystified the mechanic, She had been given the family home, the car and alimony.

Now, Bill and his 17 year old son lived in a small house they rented just outside of the city. Quarters were a little cramped, but they made do. Bill pulled into the driveway and looked forward to seeing his son after his long day at work. The mechanic unzipped his coveralls and peeled the upper part off and tied it around his waist, leaving his strong, sweaty body bare from the waist up. He walked into the house and looked around for his son.

"I'm home," Bill called out. "I don't feel much like cooking tonight. Do you want to order out?"
 
When looking at young Nikolas, it was obvious who he inherited his genes from. His father was all that one could ask for when the definition of "masculinity" came up. At least in Nik's opinion. While it was the dream of every boy to be like his father, things were just not working out too well for the seventeen-year-old. His father's body was built and strong from his years of working as a mechanic, physical labor, and all that mess. While Nik had done his best to even gain the slightest bit of muscle mass, it seemed inevitable that he was going to have his mother's shape for the rest of his life. Curves, too girlish to be possible, were evident nearly 24/7. Whether he was wearing something or not, the boy exuded an aura of femininity. He had finally given up on trying to become like his father and had simply accepted things the way that they were.

The boy was currently standing in the kitchen, glancing from time to time to the clock and frowning. His father was quite late and he was beginning to get a bit worried. However, he ignored the feelings and hoped for certain that the man was okay. He settled down patiently at the table and opened up his calculus book, beginning to do a bit of homework while he waited. Usually, the boy was eager to cook for his father and had a meal ready for him when he got home. However, the man hadn't told him what he wanted so he couldn't really get to cooking, could he? The boy's long brown hair hung slightly over his shoulders, small and dainty like his mother's.

At the sound of his father actually arriving, his head leaned up and he grinned from ear to ear. "Thank the gods, Daddy... I was beginning to get a bit worried." He frowned and rose onto his feet. The boy had always called the man by such. That habit would live on for the ages, most likely. "Order out? I don't mind. What are you feeling up to?" He moved to the hallway and smiled from ear to ear. On the inside, however, he was nearly drooling at the sight of the powerfully-carved torso of his father. He moved up close and stood on his tiptoes to kiss the man's cheek.

"Hard day at work?"​
 
Bill smiled on seeing his son. Unlike some fathers, he had never demanded that Nik be like him. He had always hoped that his son could be happy with who he was and not need to try to be someone else. Lately, that had made things a little hard for Bill in more than one way.

Nikolas looked a lot like his mother, but where her eyes were jaded and cool, Nik's were warm and kind. And while it was true that Nik had a soft, curvy body that reminded Bill too much of the sweet, inviting physique of Meredeth, there was a definite trace of maleness that only seemed to make Nikolas even more desirable.

When Nik kissed him, Bill wrapped a strong arm around his son, and drew him closer, pressing the teen to his strong body. Part of Bill wanted to resist the hunger he had started to feel for Nik, but that part had been losing ground. Bill went to kiss his son's cheek, but 'accidentally" kissed his warm lips.

"I think I'd like Chinese tonight," Bill said while his hand unconsciously massaged Nik's back. "Would you like that, angel boy?" Bill had called Nikolas his 'little angel boy' since his son had been a baby, and it was a habit he didn't really want to break.
 
The boy's bright blue eyes shone as he hugged his father, smiling softly to himself. The other was so strong and warm. It was a characteristic that the boy had adored since he was little. As a toddler, he could lay on top of his father and fall asleep in seconds because of how warm the man seemed to always be. The young boy let out a squeak as he drawn closer to his father's body, blushing and nestling his cheek against his chest. He was much shorter than the man, his head only reaching the older man's chest.

As the lips pressed to his own, he figured it was just a temporary show of affection from the man. "Chinese sounds fine, Daddy." He smiled, cheeks darkening a bit at the term that his father had used for him. He had heard it all his life and it made him feel special to be the older man's angel of sorts. He kissed his cheek and then slipped away from him, giggling. "I'll call it in. GO get washed up for dinner, kay?" He smiled, moving into teh kitchen to get the phone.

Ever since his mother had practically abandoned them, his father had been the only one he could rely on. Sure, they didn't have tosn of money, but at least they ahd each other and that was all that mattered to Nik. He stood before the phone, twirling the cord around his finger as he spoke to the person on the other end of the line. He smiled to his father and motioned to the stairs, giggling. "Wash up."​
 
The strong mechanic moaned very softly when Nikolas' face nestled against his broad, bare chest. The feeling reminded Bill of when Nik had been a toddler and had sometimes used his father's chest for a pillow. At the same time, the feeling excited Bill enough to make his cock twitch.

"Mmmmm," Bill moaned softly. "I miss holding you and letting you go to sleep on my chest. Do you miss it too, Nik?"

Bill smiled at his sweet, lovely son. Nik was so adorable. Even his little gestures, like twirling the phone cord on his finger when he was waiting for a call to go through brought happy smiles to Bill's face.

Bill chuckled warmly when Nik told him to go get washed up. Bill took his work boots and socks off. He left the boots by the front door, and started toward the bathroom in the back of the house. As he went through the kitchen, Bill felt a sudden, bold desire to do something he hadn't in a long time.

The big mechanic untied his coveralls, finished unzipping them, and pushed both coveralls and boxers down and off, leaving himself naked in front of his son. He bent down to pick up his clothes, giving Nik a good view of his ass.

"I'll wash up and be right out, angel boy," Bill said, turning enough to let Nik see how long and hard his dick had grown.
 
He smiled and rolled his eyes, turning to lean against the side of the entryway tot he ktichen. He hummed happily and blinked when his father began to remove his clothes, eyes widening immensely at the sight of the other casually stripping right in front of him. "A-All right, Daddy." His cheeks were a bright red as he turned his head and bit his lower lip. His fatehr was quite attractive even as he was getting older. What the hell was his mother thinking, just upping and leaving such a handsome man like this?

When his father left to go get washed up, he settled onto the counter and finished ordering the take-out. His cheeks were still a furious red from seeing his father completely bare, an image that had been locked into his mind for so long. Even if the man was alone now, it would take no time at all for him to find someone else. Women would probably be clawing at the door to get to his father.

He knocked gently on the bathroom door. "Daddy? Food should be here in about fifteen minutes."​
 
Bill hopped into the shower and started to wash away the sweat and grime of a day's work. He let his hands run over his strong body and imagined Nikolas' hands in their place. The man thought of running his hands over his beautiful son's naked body as well.

Bill was amazed at how turned on he was by Nikolas. He had always known that his angel boy was special, but it wasn't until Meredeth abandoned them and Bill found that he and Nik were all each other had that he started to notice how sexy his son was.

Bill knew then that he didn't need or want anyone else but Nikolas. He wondered if Nik had any girlfriends. Nik was without a doubt handsome and sensitive. Some girls seemed to like that in a guy. Or maybe Nik likes guys, Bill thought. He was sure there were guys who would go crazy over Nikolas. I know I have.

Then, Bill heard his son at the door. He smiled and pulled the shower screen open so he would be fully visible.

"C'mon in, Nik," he called. "The door's not locked. You want to get washed up too?"
 
The boy smiled as the other told him to come on in. His head peeked in and he blushed lightly before he shook his head. "Nah. I just wanted to tell you that the food will be here soon." He giggled. "So hurry up, daddy." He waved to him gently and closed the door slightly. HIs cheeks were still on fire. The man was being much more open than usual. Was it a sign of some sort? He bit his lip in anticipation and moved to his bedroom, shaking his head.

Nik stretched his arms and yawned as he settled onto his bed. He would get his shower and whatnot after dinner. He wouldn't be able to get one in fifteen imnutes, after all. The boy leaned back and relaxed until he heard the doorbell. With a soft sigh, he rose from his bed and made his way downstairs to get the food. "Thanks a lot." He grinned, paying the man and closing the door. "Daddy! Food's here!"​
 
Bill finished his quick shower and dried off before the food arrived. He put on some clean boxers. He thought of putting on more, but it had been a hot day. Besides, he didn't want to hide his body from Nikolas. Bill also hoped to see more of his son... not just see, but touch. If all went well, Bill hoped to soon be having sex with his angel boy.

Bill walked back into the kitchen and went to the fridge for drinks.

"What would you like to drink?" he asked his son. Bill grabbed a beer for himself. "How about a beer?" Nik was underage, but Bill trusted him to be more mature than some people he knew more than twice the teen's age. Besides, a little bit of alcohol could lower inhibitions.
 
"A beer?" He blinked and laughed. "I've never really had any desire to drink any kind of alcohol, daddy... so no, I'm fine." He smiled sweetly. "Thank you for the offer, though." He giggled and rolled his eyes. It was good to know that his father didn't let all that beer get to him, either. Most fathers who drank it always ended up with a beer belly, but his father? Hell no. He doubted the other had any bit of fat on him, really.

He took the food and then separated it equally among his father and himself. He smiled to his father quietly and then crossed one leg over the other as he sat at the other end of the table. Even some of his actions like this were quite feminine. He definitely was his mother's son, it seemed.

"Work wasn't too hard, I hope?" He questioned sweetly, taking a bite of his food and smiling gently to his father.
 
Bill didn't suffer much effect from beer because he didn't drink it often. He also worked at staying in shape. He knew that his son had tried to bulk up but genetics seemed to be against him, not that Bill was upset by Nik's, curvy but healthy body.

"Work's never too hard," Bill assured his son. "Had one of those problems where I had to just about climb into an engine to fix it, but I real flexible, so it wasn't too bad. The only problem was the heat." Bill stopped eating long enough to raise his arms up over his head and stretch his mostly bare body. "After all that sweating, the cool air feels good on my skin." He smiled happily at his son. "How was school today? Don't you have a dance coming up? The girls and boys must be hoping you'll ask them."
 
Nik smiled quietly and nodded his head. The man had worked for most of his life as a mechanic, so he figured he was used to heat by now. He crossed his legs and giggled, watching his father stretch. "I can only imagine. I'd be eager to get my clothes off to cool off if I had a job as grueling as yours, daddy." He grinned and took a bite of his food, sipping at his water slightly. The food was delicious, albeit a little bit less healthy since it was takeout, but hey. He didn't mind going the easy route every so often.

"A-Ah... yeah." He laughed and looked down, shrugging. "I'm not that interested in dances or anything." The truth was that no one really asked him anyway. The girls were more opt to having Nik as a friend, though that's just what he wanted. The boys, albeit some quite handsome, were either too scared to come out of the closet or just outright homophobic. Nik had suffered enough of that already, though kept his mouth shut about it so his father didn't become aware. "I'll probably just stay home that night."​
 
"You don't like dancing?" Bill asked. "Maybe you've just never had a good dance partner. I used to dance pretty well. I could show you. Maybe you'd get to liking dancing then." Bill took another bite of his food. "I think I'd like a chance to dance again. What do you think? Want to dance after dinner?"
 
"Dance? You?" He laughed to himself, not able to picture his bulky, strong father doing something like dancing. Of course, he had to do something to woo his mother, though. "Well, I don't mind." He smiled and shrugged. "It's not really that i don't like dancing. I just don't ever have anyone to dance with." He took a bite of his food and then a few sips of his water, giggling slightly.

"DId you used to dance a lot, daddy?" He smiled. "I can't really picture you doing something like that."
 
Bill smirked playfully when Nik laughed at the idea of him dancing.

"The 'old man' isn't so decrepit he can't dance yet," Bill said with a deep chuckle. Bill frowned when his son said he didn't have anyone to dance with. He reached out across the table and softly caressed Nik's cheek and chin while his dark blue eyes met his son's. "Well, you've got me to dance with whenever you want. I'm always here for you, Angel Boy, no matter what."

Bill finished eating, and he cleaned the few dishes and silverware. Then, he turned the stereo on, and selected a CD of dance music. Bill knew it had a variety of music, including some for slow dances. As the first song started to play, Bill began to dance, his large, strong body moving with surprising agility. Bill moved with smoldering sensuality as he danced over to Nik and took his hand to invite the teen to join the dance.
 
Nik smiled quietly and tilted his head. "I didn't say you were old, daddy. I just can't see a man like you dancing." he laughed quietly and rolled his eyes. As his cheek was caressed, he smiled silently and closed his eyes, reveling in the momentary sensation. When dinner was over, nik helped with the dishes and dried them while his father washed them. He was more than excited about dancing with his father.

To see the man move with such surprising agility and flexibility was a bit startling to him. A man as large as his father usually wasn't as agile as Bill was. He smiled silently and closed his eyes halfway, taking his fatehr's hand and moving out with him to dance happily. "wow, daddy... you're really good at this. I underestimated you!"
 
Bill smiled happily and enjoyed the sight of his beautiful son dancing. He made sure to touch Nik as much as possible as they danced. When the first dance ended, Bill was feeling a little warm. He guessed that Nik was probably hot in the clothes he was wearing. At the end of the dance, Bill lightly grasped his son's upper arms and kissed him softly on the lips.

"Thanks, Angel," Bill said. "I know I'm not as good as a young, good looking partner, but it's great to get to dance with you like this. The mechanic felt warmer from the exercise, and he looked at his son, letting his gaze travel up and down Nik's overclothed physique. "You're going to get hot dancing. You might want to take your shirt off to stay cool."
 
the boy smiled quietly and shook his head. "It's okay. You dance a lot better than about three quarters of the kids my age." He laughed softly and leaned up to kiss his lips faintly. It was a simple gesture that aws quickly becoming quite welcome. He smiled silently and then ndoded, twisting around to unbutton his shirt slowly. With each button, another bit of pale flesh was revealed.

Soon enough, the shirt had been discarded altogether and it was obvious that he had definitely gotten his form from Meredeth. His upper body wasn't deathly skinny, but held curves that were more often seen on a woman. His slender arms stretched forward and he smiled to him. "All right, what dance next?"
 
Bill let himself enjoy the view as his son removed his shirt. He smiled when the next song was a slow one.

"Looks like it's a slow dance," Bill said happily. He drew his son close, wrapping the thin boy in his strong arms and drawing Nik to his chest. "You're a wonderful dancer, Nik," Bill said. He kissed the top of his son's head while his hands roamed gently over the boy's bare back. "Better than your mother." Bill sighed happily. "I wish we had started dancing sooner." Then, Bill's hardon brushed lightly against Nik's belly. "I'm lucky to have you, Angel Boy."
 
Nik smiled softly as the other drew him close with his strong arms. His hands rested upon the other's chest and he nestled in close to his body, cuddling against his warm frame. "I'm glad that I have you too, daddy..." He whispered, his head resting beneath his chin. He really was grateful for all the man had done for him. He took better care of him than his mother could ever dream of doing.

His eyes soon began to fall shut as he leaned against his father's body, hands curled into the other's thick biceps. "You're really warm, daddy... I'm getting tired..."
 
"You're tired?" Bill asked kindly. "Maybe I should carry you to bed." Bill lifted his lean son in his strong arms much like he had done with Nikolas had been small. "I'm very lonely at night. Ever since the break up, I've had to sleep in an empty bed. I guess you might be lonely too. Would you like to sleep in my bed tonight, Nik? I'd love to hold you and feel your body against mine through the night."
 
Nik blushed at the other's offer, his cheeks darkening considerably at the idea. Sleeping with his father? Since his mother was gone, he did figure the mant o be lonely. He always had to question why the man didn't go out and try to start datign again. He was sure the man wanted someone to fill that void in his life. His lips pressed softly to the other's rugged cheek and he smiled, nodding.

"Sure, Daddy..." He yawned, nestling in close and closing his eyes.
 
Bill carried his beautiful, sleepy son into his bedroom, placing soft kisses on his blushing cheek and delightful lips. A tiny part of Bill's mind had still worried that maybe what he planned was wrong, but it felt so right to be holding his Angel Boy in his arms, kissing him while his whole body throbbed with desire.

The strong mechanic gently placed his son on the bed. Then, making sure he was in full view of Nikolas, Bill pushed his boxers down and off. His cock was fully erect and precum glistened at the tip. Once he gave his son a good, unashamed look at his body, Bill got into bed beside him. He kissed Nik on the mouth again, but this time, he let the kiss last longer, savoring it and even drawing the teen's bottom lip into his mouth at the end of the kiss.

"I'm so happy to have you in bed with me, Angel Boy," Nik said. He started to let his hand rub his son's chest. Bill was amazed at how soft and wonderful Nik's skin felt. "To feel your body next to mine." Bill could also feel the slight muscle under his son's skin. The sweet boy had tried so hard to build a powerful body like his father's, but instead his exercise only seemed to make Nik slightly wiry and graceful. Bill let his fingers teasingly play with one of Nik's nipples. "You have a beautiful body." Bill kissed Nik above the heart and inhaled the sweet scent of his son's skin. "You shouldn't hide it under so many clothes, especially with the weather so hot." While Bill's fingers played with Nik's right nipple, He kissed the left one, sucking it softly and letting his tongue swirl around it. "If you would be more comfortable, you could go naked around the house. I wouldn't mind. You're like a beautiful, living work of art... like those Greek statues, only lots better looking."
 
The boy felt so sweet and loved as he was picked up and carried up to the bedroom. His eyes were sparkling with happiness as his large father held him so easily in his powerful arms. When the other began to lay kisses on his cheeks and his lips, he returned each one with a soft shyness to it. The idea of kissing his father so openly was a bit strange toh im, though he was adjusting quite well.

As he watched his father undress, there was a visible look of want in his eyes. Though it was covered by a look of guilt, for this was his father and was he supposed to be looking at him like this? His cheeks were so red and his eyes were hazy at the sight of the man's erect, big cock. So much bigger than his own, for Nik wasn't the most masculine of men and it shoewd. He blushed and eased his sleeping pants down and off, as well as his boxers. The boy's cock was cute to say hte least, though it was obvious he was meant to be a submissive boy in a relationship like this. And good grief, that ass. It was so plump, so plush and pliable, just begging to be squeezed, spanked, and groped by big, wandering hands like his father's.

"Mmmn..." each kiss was returned eagerly and he soon pulled away, letting out cute little mewls as his nipples were played with. "Daddy... nnn..." Naked around the house? "I-I can do that, Daddy..." He whispered. To see that beautiful, bouncing rear of his would be a delight.
 
Bill watched with open desire while Nikolas stripped at last. His strong hands moved down his son's body, one seeking his amazing butt and the other sliding down into Nik's groin. Bill began to squeeze and massage Nik's ass cheeks and his other hand started to rub his little cock and balls. Bill continued to kiss Nik's chest and suck his nipples.

"Your ass feels so good," Bill said as he gave one of his son's cheeks a firm squeeze. "And your dick is so hot, hard and silky. I know you'd make an incredible lover." Bill looked into his son's eyes. "Would you like to be my lover, Angel Boy?"
 
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