1. From Sex Deprived to Sex Addicted Pt. 6


    Date: 7/7/2015, Categories: Fiction, Cum Swallowing, Exhibitionism, School, Teen Male/Teen Female, Voyeurism, Author: smwriter213, Rating: 91.7, Source: sexstories.com

    sad that despite being slightly over 40, his friends thought his father was pushing 60. He definitely didn’t want them to find out the man was his father now. His father grabbed a seat at the bar and ordered a drink. After ordering, he glanced over at Nick and nodded his head. In his mind, Nick nodded back, but he didn’t want to openly acknowledge the man in front of his friends. “You know that guy? I saw him nod over here,” Mitch said. Damn. Busted. “Uh, no. I’ve never seen him before,” Nick lied. Nick changed the subject and asked his friends if they all had dates for the upcoming homecoming dance. As far as he knew, he was the only one of his friend group who had a date. “No, man. I was going to take Lizzy if we were still together but I haven’t thought of anyone else,” Mitch said. “You could always take your mom,” Trent said. “She’d be a mighty fine date.” “Dude, shut up. You’re a weirdo,” Jake said. “Who are you going with Jake?” Trent asked. “Your mother.” “Ha, good one. I don’t know about any of you, but no one can top my date,” Trent said. “You can’t bring your hand to the dance as a date,” Mitch cracked. “OH DAMN!” Jake bellowed. “That’s the first funny thing I’ve heard you say in a long time, Mitch.” “Let’s just say I’m trying to lighten up some more.” “Anyway, as I was saying,” Trent continued. “I have the fairest looking maiden in the land going with me, Mari Rosales.” The name rang a bell to Nick but he didn’t register where he heard it previously. “Oh, Mari, ...
    she’s actually pretty cute,” Jake said. “I love her sexy accent.” “See, I told you no one can top that,” Trent said. Nick figured while his friends were distracted with debating who had the hottest homecoming date, he had a golden opportunity to sneak away and talk to his father to see if he could help him navigate this mess. Frank was talking to another gentleman on the stool next to him at the bar when he felt a hand tap him on the shoulder. He turned around and saw the person who had touched him was his son, Nick. “Hey Frank, can we talk?” Nick asked. “Sure son,” Frank said. “Sorry, I know you don’t want me to call you that. What’s up?” “Can we maybe talk somewhere else? Somewhere where my friends won’t constantly stare at us?” “Yeah that’s fine. How about that booth over there?” Frank got up from his stool and followed a fast moving Nick to the booth in the opposite corner of the bar. Frank figured Nick’s friends would be well out of sight here. Now seated, Frank took a sip of his Guinness before he spoke. “I’m actually surprised you wanted to talk again. I thought I’d scared you away after the first time.” “No, it’s cool. It’s not every day that your father walks back into your life after 18 years,” Nick said. “Right,” Frank said. “I’m sure that’ll be tough to get used to.” “It will,” Nick said. “How long are you in town for anyway? Don’t you live in Colorado or something?” Frank rolled his eyes. That was probably another lie his former lover, Roberta, told their son. He ...