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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
34
Views:
4,048
Reviews:
86
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter 23
Hello! First, I want to say thank you to all who have read and the review I got from redfox9t. This one isn\'t as long as all the others, nor does it move along the story, but there IS a lemon in here, so it\'s not a total waste, right?
-Scribbles05
P.S.
There is also some reminiscing in this chapter where I used a show that\'s played in today\'s time as something that was seen back then. You may see a lot of items used in different time frames in this story, only because I\'m a lazy son of gun.
Chapter 23
Saturday night, I sat in Damon’s room with him for a while. Mainly because I wanted to make sure he went to sleep okay. We were both stretched out on the bed with our backs against the headboard. “Dad?” He whispered to me.
“Hm?”
“Are you upset that I’m not quite what you expected me to be?”
I looked at him stunned. “What?”
“You know, that I don’t have any friends and am not as flamboyant as you were at my age.”
“No. No, I’m not upset. Being quiet and reserved is who you are, Damon. Don’t think that you’d need to change the way you are, and don’t think that I don’t love you any less because of it.”
“Who do you think it came from? Me being so quiet. Was Uncle Asa like that?”
I smiled. “In a way, yes. He had his moments though. He was never shy around the girls.”
“He was a flirt?”
“Oh yeah. Big time. We had this game we would play called, Shy Brother. If boy #1 saw a girl they liked, the boy#2 would walk to her and tell her about his brother. All the while, boy#1 would sit back and look shy. Ladies loved shy guys. Atleast back then they did. The game worked every time, though he would get more benefits out of it than me. Half the time I had my eyes on boys than girls.”
Damon smiled. “You miss him?”
“Everyday.” I said automatically.
“Dad, tell me about when I was little.”
“What do you want to know?”
“How’d you come to adopt me?”
“Well, I wanted a child, your father, however, didn’t at first. But I coaxed him into going to the adoption agency the next morning to look. We went, looked at lots of pictures, but a lady showed us to a certain little boy in one of the back bedrooms. He was three years old, with dark brown curls all over his head, and a mouth full of little piranha teeth.” Damon chuckled.
“Are you talking about me?”
“No. I’m talking about the other little boy we adopted. Of course I’m talking about you, silly. When I saw you, I knew we had some type of connection, but I didn’t know what exactly. Your dad was ready to start the adoption procedures the next day.
“I may be quiet, but I’ll always have that Payne charm, huh?”
“Do you ever. Sofia’s mother loved you. And your poor Grandma Vivian nearly ate you up with kisses when we brought you to North Carolina for the first time.” Damon smiled smugly. “But then you became a wild child. At home anyway. Despite the fact that you always had to sit in our laps and suck your thumb, you kept pulling off your pull-ups and swinging them around the house like it was a lasso.”
“Are you serious?”
“Oh, I’m very serious.”
Dicky walked to the doorframe. “What are you two talking about?”
“I’m telling Damon all the embarrassing stories about him. Care to join in? I’m sure you remember some too.”
Dicky laid across the bottom of the bed. “Sure I do. What about all the times when he would sneak in our room early in the morning, turn the cartoons on, and sing SpongeBob Squarepants while jumping on the bed.”
I started to laugh. “I forgot those!”
“Or how about when he kept calling you ‘Mama’. Even out in public.”
“It’s cute to think about it now, but then I wasn’t crazy about it.”
Dicky tilted his head back in thought. “Lets see. What else? Oh, Andrew, you remember his first Christmas here?”
“How could I forget? We have the tape somewhere. It was so cute. Dicky had the camcorder and you started ripping open all your presents. Even some of ours. Man, we bought you everything that year. And when those damn Tickle-Me-Elmo dolls came out........I tell you, when I stole that woman’s from out her buggy, she chased me through three isles.”
“Why’d you steal it?” Damon asked.
“That toy was popular that year and you wanted one. We checked high and low for one and could find one. But we found a Wal-Mart outside town. The lady in the store had six in her buggy. She didn’t need that many.”
Dicky smiled. “You should’ve seen Drew slippin’ and sliddin’ on that polished floor in his dress shoes.”
“Hey, those were my favorite pair of Prada shoes. But because I loved you so much, I almost got them scuffed.”
“All right.” Damon said readjusting himself on the bed. “Enough about me. Lets talk about you, ‘Mama’.” We smiled. “ You remember when I wanted to go camping one year when I was twelve and how scared you were of the woods?”
Dicky laughed. “I do.”
I rolled my eyes. “Yeah. So?”
“So? So, you spent three days spraying a pound of bug spray on yourself, whining about having to pee in the bushes, and refusing to swim in the lake.”
“Honey, I’m from New York. There, it’s no such thing as ‘roughing it’. Unless you count living on the streets. And don’t you laugh, Dicky. You actually fainted when you found a leach in your underwear. I told you that lake was a bad idea.”
“Well, whatever.” Dicky stood back up. “I’m going to bed.”
I stood up too. “Yeah. Me too.” I looked down at Damon. “Sleep well, okay?”
“Okay. Good night, guys.”
“Goodnight.” Dicky said as he shut the door behind me. When we made our way down the hall to our room, I looked at him and he looked a little off.
“What’s the matter?” I asked.
“Do yo all of a sudden FEEL thirty seven?”
“No. Not really. Why?”
“I do. Baby, we’re almost forty.”
I shrugged. “Well, in today’s day and age, forty is the new thirty. I mean, look at Brad Pitt, George Clooney, Madonna, Sheryl Crow, Prince........”
“Michael Jackson....”
I smiled. “Okay, he doesn’t count.” I put my arm around him. “Don’t be sad about turning the big 4-0. Besides, we always said we were going to grow old together. Now, we’re doing it. Pretty soon, Damon will be out the house and we will be by ourselves. So we can bone in every room in house like we used to.”
Dicky thought as we walked into the bedroom and I shut the door. “Mmmm. I like to bone.” He knocked me on to the bed.
“Me too.” I smiled.
“Lets start now.” Dicky said as he leaned over me. We’ll practice boning, so we will be well trained by the time we turn forty.”
“Sounds good.” I pulled his face to mine and kissed him deeply. He cocked his head to one side and pressed his tongue passed my lips and I moaned and sucked on it when given the chances. Due to having kids that are older now and stay up later at night, Dicky and myself’s sex life has gone lack. There have been SOME hand jobs and oral sex, but nothing mind-blowing like a good fucking. I missed feeling Dicky inside me and comforting me in that intimate way. Really, is their anything more gratifying than actually joining your body with the one you love?
Dicky pressed his body down on mine and laid his forearms beside my head; his finger playing with my curls. My erection was swelling rapidly and I opened my legs so Dicky could rest between me and then looped them around his legs so I could rub myself against him. At one point, Dicky bit and kissed at my neck while he took one arm, wrapped it around my hips, and helped me rub against him.
“Mmmm. I need this SO badly.” I moaned. Dicky just smiled and started to unlace the tie on my lounge pants. He pulled those and my underwear down quickly. I didn’t realize how much pre-cum I had produced until I looked down at my dick. It was practically rolling with it.
“My, aren’t we ready? You getting wet for me?” Dicky asked in his husky voice. He was toying with me. He knew damn well how eager I was.
“If you have to ask, you don’t need to know.” I panted. My heart was racing and my breathing was becoming unstable. Dicky peeled off my t-shirt and started to nibble one of my nipples, while I, with my left hand holding his head against me, played with the other; twisting and pulling and flicking it to stiffness with my thumb and index finger. I was whimpering and squirming under Dicky and he has yet to get undressed.
Removing my hand from behind his head, I slid it down his back and pulled at the hem of his shirt, trying to get the confining thing off. He started to slide down my body, kissing his way down. And as he did so, I pulled his shirt off to reveal his well cut torso. I love to touch him. To feel his hard muscles shift under my fingertips. And his skin is damn SOFT!! AH, I’m going crazy!
Dicky moved down the bed so he was face to face with my erection. But my erection wasn’t what he focused on though. Instead, it was the thin layer of skin between my legs where my thigh joined lower hip. He kept kissing it and every time he did, I shivered. I turned my head to the side, bit my lip, and tried to stifle a moan.
Dicky blew lightly over my hot erection before he spoke to me. His words rolling off his tongue as smooth as honey. “Shhhh. I plan on savoring you tonight.” He kissed my place between sentences, then ran the tip of his tongue up and down my thigh. I moaned. “Enjoying every inch of your body. Then when I get my fill of you, I’ll fuck you so hard, you’ll be calling in to work tomorrow.” I was so aroused, I couldn’t speak. I knew I was going to call in to work tomorrow when we started kissing.
Dicky placed my legs over his shoulders and I felt him drag his tongue from in-between my balls down to my entrance. “Oh!” I gasped and ran my hands around his head. Then I felt it. His strong, talented tongue pressed into my ass. I almost screamed when he started to penetrate me gently.
He pulled out, sucked on my entrance and with a wet pop of his lips, he drove his tongue in again. I undulated against him, trying to get his lovely tongue into me deeper. *sigh* I was in heaven. Dicky ran his large, gentle hands over my legs, hips, and stomach and my body started to tingle as my orgasm was approaching.
I squeezed my thighs against his head and pulled a pillow over my head and screamed into it as I came. My body went into phenomenal spasms as explosion after explosion surged through me. When it was over, I laid limp under the pillow and my legs fell wide open.
Dicky moved gently from between my legs and I felt his tongue run up my stomach and lap up all my come. He slowly removed the pillow from my face and I could barely see him. My eyes were still in a daze. He leaned down and kissed me sweetly and I could taste myself on his tongue. When he pulled back, I could hear the sound of a zipper being undone. He grabbed my hand and pushed it down his luscious abs, into his pants, and around his massive dick. It was hard as a rock. When I squeezed it, he groaned and kissed me deeply. “We’re not done yet.” It was going to be a long night.
TBC.........
Well? Did the sex tickle your fancy? Alot? Alittle? Well part two of Andrew and Richard knocking boots is next, as well as a developing romance for Damon. And I promise, it will be longer. R&R.
-Scribbles05
P.S.
There is also some reminiscing in this chapter where I used a show that\'s played in today\'s time as something that was seen back then. You may see a lot of items used in different time frames in this story, only because I\'m a lazy son of gun.
Chapter 23
Saturday night, I sat in Damon’s room with him for a while. Mainly because I wanted to make sure he went to sleep okay. We were both stretched out on the bed with our backs against the headboard. “Dad?” He whispered to me.
“Hm?”
“Are you upset that I’m not quite what you expected me to be?”
I looked at him stunned. “What?”
“You know, that I don’t have any friends and am not as flamboyant as you were at my age.”
“No. No, I’m not upset. Being quiet and reserved is who you are, Damon. Don’t think that you’d need to change the way you are, and don’t think that I don’t love you any less because of it.”
“Who do you think it came from? Me being so quiet. Was Uncle Asa like that?”
I smiled. “In a way, yes. He had his moments though. He was never shy around the girls.”
“He was a flirt?”
“Oh yeah. Big time. We had this game we would play called, Shy Brother. If boy #1 saw a girl they liked, the boy#2 would walk to her and tell her about his brother. All the while, boy#1 would sit back and look shy. Ladies loved shy guys. Atleast back then they did. The game worked every time, though he would get more benefits out of it than me. Half the time I had my eyes on boys than girls.”
Damon smiled. “You miss him?”
“Everyday.” I said automatically.
“Dad, tell me about when I was little.”
“What do you want to know?”
“How’d you come to adopt me?”
“Well, I wanted a child, your father, however, didn’t at first. But I coaxed him into going to the adoption agency the next morning to look. We went, looked at lots of pictures, but a lady showed us to a certain little boy in one of the back bedrooms. He was three years old, with dark brown curls all over his head, and a mouth full of little piranha teeth.” Damon chuckled.
“Are you talking about me?”
“No. I’m talking about the other little boy we adopted. Of course I’m talking about you, silly. When I saw you, I knew we had some type of connection, but I didn’t know what exactly. Your dad was ready to start the adoption procedures the next day.
“I may be quiet, but I’ll always have that Payne charm, huh?”
“Do you ever. Sofia’s mother loved you. And your poor Grandma Vivian nearly ate you up with kisses when we brought you to North Carolina for the first time.” Damon smiled smugly. “But then you became a wild child. At home anyway. Despite the fact that you always had to sit in our laps and suck your thumb, you kept pulling off your pull-ups and swinging them around the house like it was a lasso.”
“Are you serious?”
“Oh, I’m very serious.”
Dicky walked to the doorframe. “What are you two talking about?”
“I’m telling Damon all the embarrassing stories about him. Care to join in? I’m sure you remember some too.”
Dicky laid across the bottom of the bed. “Sure I do. What about all the times when he would sneak in our room early in the morning, turn the cartoons on, and sing SpongeBob Squarepants while jumping on the bed.”
I started to laugh. “I forgot those!”
“Or how about when he kept calling you ‘Mama’. Even out in public.”
“It’s cute to think about it now, but then I wasn’t crazy about it.”
Dicky tilted his head back in thought. “Lets see. What else? Oh, Andrew, you remember his first Christmas here?”
“How could I forget? We have the tape somewhere. It was so cute. Dicky had the camcorder and you started ripping open all your presents. Even some of ours. Man, we bought you everything that year. And when those damn Tickle-Me-Elmo dolls came out........I tell you, when I stole that woman’s from out her buggy, she chased me through three isles.”
“Why’d you steal it?” Damon asked.
“That toy was popular that year and you wanted one. We checked high and low for one and could find one. But we found a Wal-Mart outside town. The lady in the store had six in her buggy. She didn’t need that many.”
Dicky smiled. “You should’ve seen Drew slippin’ and sliddin’ on that polished floor in his dress shoes.”
“Hey, those were my favorite pair of Prada shoes. But because I loved you so much, I almost got them scuffed.”
“All right.” Damon said readjusting himself on the bed. “Enough about me. Lets talk about you, ‘Mama’.” We smiled. “ You remember when I wanted to go camping one year when I was twelve and how scared you were of the woods?”
Dicky laughed. “I do.”
I rolled my eyes. “Yeah. So?”
“So? So, you spent three days spraying a pound of bug spray on yourself, whining about having to pee in the bushes, and refusing to swim in the lake.”
“Honey, I’m from New York. There, it’s no such thing as ‘roughing it’. Unless you count living on the streets. And don’t you laugh, Dicky. You actually fainted when you found a leach in your underwear. I told you that lake was a bad idea.”
“Well, whatever.” Dicky stood back up. “I’m going to bed.”
I stood up too. “Yeah. Me too.” I looked down at Damon. “Sleep well, okay?”
“Okay. Good night, guys.”
“Goodnight.” Dicky said as he shut the door behind me. When we made our way down the hall to our room, I looked at him and he looked a little off.
“What’s the matter?” I asked.
“Do yo all of a sudden FEEL thirty seven?”
“No. Not really. Why?”
“I do. Baby, we’re almost forty.”
I shrugged. “Well, in today’s day and age, forty is the new thirty. I mean, look at Brad Pitt, George Clooney, Madonna, Sheryl Crow, Prince........”
“Michael Jackson....”
I smiled. “Okay, he doesn’t count.” I put my arm around him. “Don’t be sad about turning the big 4-0. Besides, we always said we were going to grow old together. Now, we’re doing it. Pretty soon, Damon will be out the house and we will be by ourselves. So we can bone in every room in house like we used to.”
Dicky thought as we walked into the bedroom and I shut the door. “Mmmm. I like to bone.” He knocked me on to the bed.
“Me too.” I smiled.
“Lets start now.” Dicky said as he leaned over me. We’ll practice boning, so we will be well trained by the time we turn forty.”
“Sounds good.” I pulled his face to mine and kissed him deeply. He cocked his head to one side and pressed his tongue passed my lips and I moaned and sucked on it when given the chances. Due to having kids that are older now and stay up later at night, Dicky and myself’s sex life has gone lack. There have been SOME hand jobs and oral sex, but nothing mind-blowing like a good fucking. I missed feeling Dicky inside me and comforting me in that intimate way. Really, is their anything more gratifying than actually joining your body with the one you love?
Dicky pressed his body down on mine and laid his forearms beside my head; his finger playing with my curls. My erection was swelling rapidly and I opened my legs so Dicky could rest between me and then looped them around his legs so I could rub myself against him. At one point, Dicky bit and kissed at my neck while he took one arm, wrapped it around my hips, and helped me rub against him.
“Mmmm. I need this SO badly.” I moaned. Dicky just smiled and started to unlace the tie on my lounge pants. He pulled those and my underwear down quickly. I didn’t realize how much pre-cum I had produced until I looked down at my dick. It was practically rolling with it.
“My, aren’t we ready? You getting wet for me?” Dicky asked in his husky voice. He was toying with me. He knew damn well how eager I was.
“If you have to ask, you don’t need to know.” I panted. My heart was racing and my breathing was becoming unstable. Dicky peeled off my t-shirt and started to nibble one of my nipples, while I, with my left hand holding his head against me, played with the other; twisting and pulling and flicking it to stiffness with my thumb and index finger. I was whimpering and squirming under Dicky and he has yet to get undressed.
Removing my hand from behind his head, I slid it down his back and pulled at the hem of his shirt, trying to get the confining thing off. He started to slide down my body, kissing his way down. And as he did so, I pulled his shirt off to reveal his well cut torso. I love to touch him. To feel his hard muscles shift under my fingertips. And his skin is damn SOFT!! AH, I’m going crazy!
Dicky moved down the bed so he was face to face with my erection. But my erection wasn’t what he focused on though. Instead, it was the thin layer of skin between my legs where my thigh joined lower hip. He kept kissing it and every time he did, I shivered. I turned my head to the side, bit my lip, and tried to stifle a moan.
Dicky blew lightly over my hot erection before he spoke to me. His words rolling off his tongue as smooth as honey. “Shhhh. I plan on savoring you tonight.” He kissed my place between sentences, then ran the tip of his tongue up and down my thigh. I moaned. “Enjoying every inch of your body. Then when I get my fill of you, I’ll fuck you so hard, you’ll be calling in to work tomorrow.” I was so aroused, I couldn’t speak. I knew I was going to call in to work tomorrow when we started kissing.
Dicky placed my legs over his shoulders and I felt him drag his tongue from in-between my balls down to my entrance. “Oh!” I gasped and ran my hands around his head. Then I felt it. His strong, talented tongue pressed into my ass. I almost screamed when he started to penetrate me gently.
He pulled out, sucked on my entrance and with a wet pop of his lips, he drove his tongue in again. I undulated against him, trying to get his lovely tongue into me deeper. *sigh* I was in heaven. Dicky ran his large, gentle hands over my legs, hips, and stomach and my body started to tingle as my orgasm was approaching.
I squeezed my thighs against his head and pulled a pillow over my head and screamed into it as I came. My body went into phenomenal spasms as explosion after explosion surged through me. When it was over, I laid limp under the pillow and my legs fell wide open.
Dicky moved gently from between my legs and I felt his tongue run up my stomach and lap up all my come. He slowly removed the pillow from my face and I could barely see him. My eyes were still in a daze. He leaned down and kissed me sweetly and I could taste myself on his tongue. When he pulled back, I could hear the sound of a zipper being undone. He grabbed my hand and pushed it down his luscious abs, into his pants, and around his massive dick. It was hard as a rock. When I squeezed it, he groaned and kissed me deeply. “We’re not done yet.” It was going to be a long night.
TBC.........
Well? Did the sex tickle your fancy? Alot? Alittle? Well part two of Andrew and Richard knocking boots is next, as well as a developing romance for Damon. And I promise, it will be longer. R&R.