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Subject: Itchy Daddy Part 2 All usual disclaimers apply. It is assumed you read them and abide by them. This story is a total work of fiction. If it is not legal for you to read stories about sex between men, then say farewell. If you want to read on then please do. Please remember that Nifty can always use your help to make sure this site stays around and gives us an outlet and pleasure in reading. Please consider making a donation of any size: fty/donate.html Hey everyone. Thank you to the few dads who reached out to me over the past couple days about the issue my son and I were having, and how trying to comfort his itch made me need to spit and cum on his little puck. Overall from what a few of you have told me....this is a pretty unique situation and um...any of the times they had done something the circumstances were *VERY* different. Haha, but who am I to judge how a father and son need to show their love for each other. I'm sure I just wasn't quite understanding their messages anyways. I mean, it's not like any dads or sons wake up thinking they'd get into such a wild situation, let alone would ever want that. And how *embarrassing* it was that Kyle's friend Dan almost heard us. Anyways about a week had passed since I had that awkward incident with my son, and neither of us really talked about it with one another. In fact, it almost felt like 18-year-old Kyle was avoiding me a little bit. Usually, when we had the house to ourselves he would at least make the attempt to ask me for a beer. But this time...nothing. If I came into the living room, he would go up to his room. Really the only time I saw much of him for the past week was when I would order dinner for us (I'm not much of a cook). Of course, he had to at least spend a little time with me on Father's Day. And lucky for me, he did decide to spend some time with me. Though, based on his presents from previous years I didn't expect much. Early in the morning, Kyle woke me up in a surprisingly kind way. I stirred from my deep sleep to see him standing at the foot of my bed with 7 .0. *a plate of pancakes. I was excited, both because it's rare for Kyle to be this sentimental and it had been a while since I had anything homemade. Though of course, my cock was rock hard beneath the sheets since I just woke up. *quot;Thanks, Kyle. This was really sweet of you.*quot; I said as he handed me the tray and I began to eat. He sat on the edge of the bed, saying nothing as he watched me take my first few bites. At first, it was a little cute, similar to how he was as a young boy, though it became a little awkward after I finished my first pancake. *quot;Everything alright, kiddo?*quot; I asked as I continued to eat. *quot;Uhhh yeah, dad. I just...ya know?*quot; He said as he shrugged and blushed a little. *quot;Oh you're still thinking about how I....helped you get rid of that itch you had?*quot; I asked as I kept munching on the tasty breakfast he had prepared. *quot;Yeah. I didn't want you to see me like that....I didn't tell you or mom because I thought it was weird. But it seemed like...you kinda already knew about it?*quot; His blush began to fade a little and he leaned in towards me. I nodded in response and reached out to pat his shoulder. *quot;I wouldn't say it's typical puberty...but I had it too when I was your age and... Well rubbing the itch away was the only thing I found that worked, but it did go away once I met my first girlfriend and started having sex.*quot; I said, very matter-of-factly. Kyle made a sour face in response. *quot;Oh dad gross, I don't want to hear about you having sex.*quot; He laughed a little and blushed again. *quot;Well good. That makes me feel less crazy. It's been going on for a few months...usually, it goes away but when it hits me, it hits me really really bad.*quot; I nodded and grinned, crumbs falling from my mouth. I swallowed my last bite of pancake and started to get out of bed...but shit I was already naked and with my 8 inches of morning wood still rock hard. It would probably be better if I just waited until he went back downstairs. Though, Kyle didn't leave once I finished my meal. He sat there, staring at his hands. *quot;Um...Kyle. You alright?*quot; I asked, worried that he might have noticed my erection. *quot;I have been...trying to handle the itch on my own. The only other guy that knows is Dan...And he tried to give me some stuff but it didn't help.*quot; He said, his cheeks still bright red from embarrassment. *quot;Wait, what stuff did he give you?*quot; I asked, confused because from what I had read about on the message board, this itch wasn't a very well known problem. I highly doubted that they would make something to deal with it and sell it in stores without me ever hearing about it. *quot;A tube of rub-on cream. I tried it out the day you helped me but it didn't change anything.*quot; Kyle shrugged and looked at me sadly. I really did feel sorry for him. The issue truly was embarrassing. I could only imagine what it might be like to be in the middle of gym class with all the other guys and suddenly feel your tight pink hole twitch and itch, eager to be rubbed at any cost. But I did have to give him credit, I don't know if I would have had that level of self-control at his age not to run to the bathroom and start rubbing my fingers across my sweaty teen hole. *quot;Can I see it?*quot; I asked as I looked at him, trying to convey my empathy for him. He nodded and got off the bed, heading toward his room. I took that moment to quickly get up out of bed and rush toward the bathroom to grab my robe. Unfortunately, there stood Kyle in the bathroom, looking under the sink and reaching far back towards the wall. His shorts seemed too short as his firm bubble butt nearly spilled out of them, clearly they were just a throwaway pair he now used for pajamas. I swear that boy is so stubborn. I really hope he never wore those to any sleepovers with his buddies or they might have been able to see his little jock pussy twitch through kaynarca escort the fabric. And Jesus that would be even worse than it happening at school. And of course, you probably guessed, I was in such a rush I nearly ran straight into him. Thank god my cock wasn't hard or it probably would have flopped and hit him right in the face when he turned to look at me. Though him being eye level with my low hanging hairy nuts wasn't much better for me. My face was already turning red when he pulled his hand out from under the sink and stood up to show me a small tube. It was about the size of a tube of toothpaste, but it had no brand name on it. It was nearly blank, except for a sign labeled with directions. *quot;This is it?*quot; I asked, more distracted by the tube than I was my hard cock nearly hitting Kyle's smooth face. He nodded and shrugged. *quot;Yeah, Dan gave it to me the other week. It didn't work, obviously. But I figure I should still try it, maybe I used it wrong.*quot; He said with a weak smile. It was clear he was slowly getting desperate to find solutions, after all, there won't always be a place to go rub his smooth hole til' the itch goes away. *quot;Well um...How did you use it last time?*quot; I asked as I read the directions, which were fairly straightforward. Other than the specification to make sure that the cream should be rubbed into the anus, there wasn't anything out of the ordinary for a medical cream. *quot;I squirted some out and rubbed it on...my...ya' know.*quot; His smooth face turned a bright red and I shook my head. *quot;It says here that you should put some...inside. I guess maybe since the itch might come from deeper.*quot; I replied. Now that was more like Kyle, not too great at reading directions. He looked down, a little shameful. *quot;Oh shit. I'm sorry dad. If I would have read better maybe you wouldn't have had to do all that for me.*quot; He didn't try to meet my gaze, his shame overcoming any embarrassment he might have gotten from looking at my long erect daddy dick and swaying heavy nuts. *quot;Hey no worries buddy. Try and do it the right way and maybe it will work this time. I'll head out and-*quot; *quot;WAIT! Um...*quot; Kyle looked up at me, practically pink-faced, *quot;I-I don't know if I can do it on my own. *quot; I rolled my eyes. Kyle may be fit. He may be fairly popular in school. He may be a trouble maker. But one thing Kyle was at home, was an enormous baby. His mother always babied him, doing a lot for him, at least more than I ever thought was necessary. Maybe it wasn't his reading skill as it much was his helplessness when it came to doing simple things for himself when his mother or I were around. Well shit. Here I am again, faced with the choice of letting my son suffer or helping him with the problem. The things we do for our sons, am I right? I sighed and leaned against the sink, motioning for him to go bend over the tub. He smiled a little, still embarrassed but happy he didn't have to do it alone. Fingers crossed that it will have been the last time I need to help him with this. He'll need to be able to do it on his own when he gets back into school. Without much hesitation, Kyle slowly bent over the edge of the bathtub and hooked his hands in the waistband of his short, bubble-butt-hugging shorts and lowered them. Then I was greeted by a familiar but embarrassing sight, Kyle's tight pink puck was winking at me between his thick asscheeks. I squirted a little of the contents of the tube onto my fingers. I was surprised at how watery and clear it was. There was a strong scent to it that I couldn't quite recognize. As the liquid began to drip I moved to press my fingers against my son's smooth crack. He must have got the smooth genes from his mother, by his age I was already hairy. As the strange cream dripped from the top of his crack, sliding down across his hole to make it glisten, and partially pooling before his taint, I slowly began to rub it in. I figured a little on the outside wouldn't hurt. My fingers rubbed slowly up and down Kyle's teen butt, slowly working the cream into his skin. As it shined under the florescent bathroom light, my fingers began to gravitate to his winking hole. It was already pretty slicked from the initial bit I had put on him, but I added another squirt from the tube directly onto his hole. Very carefully I rubbed and started to push my thick index finger into his little bud. It was pretty wild to see actually, my finger slowly sinking into the soft and velvety boyhole that was causing Kyle so much trouble. He winced in discomfort, clearly not used to the feeling of his tight jockpussy being penetrated. But he soon calmed down as he felt the feeling of the soothing cream start to coat the first few inches inside his little pucker. It was awkward for me, despite seeing his relief and comfort, having to apply what was apparently the preparation-h of puberty and young-adulthood. After about 3 minutes of slowly working the cream into his hole, I removed my finger. His hole still flexed, seeming to miss the relief of something rubbing out that itch. Thankfully it calmed down and didn't twitch or wink at me anymore. Kyle turned around and gave me a hug. It caught me off guard to see Kyle so affectionate, and it doubled that surprise when I felt his hard teen meat bump against my heavy ballsack and daddy cock. *quot;Oh shit sorry.*quot; He said and took a step back. *quot;Thank you so much, dad. Hopefully, this really works this time. I'm gonna go get changed.*quot; He said cheerfully as he stepped out of his shorts and walked to his room naked. It was oddly comforting to see him acting so casual. At least our embarrassment subsided quickly. I made my way back to my room, getting into a normal t-shirt and a pair of old shorts. Today was my chance to have a nice relaxed time for myself. I didn't have to worry about Kyle or his itch or anything really. I intended to spend my day lazing about the house and treating orhanlı escort myself to some R