N.O.W

Ask Your Father 1/2

"You really need to do something about that, Luhan," Baekhyun said with a raised brow.
 
"I don't understand," chimed in Tao. "You look normal."
 
"Guys, I'm a virgin, not an alien," Luhan defended. While having a discussion on current crushes slash boyfriends, the three friends had branched out to discuss just how far they'd gone with someone they liked.
 
"Yeah, but no one's ever touched your dick," Baekhyun replied. "That's just weird."
 
"Well maybe I just haven't found someone that I want to do dick touching types of things with!" Luhan argued.
 
"The next thing you know, you'll be saying you've never watched porn," Tao laughed.
 
Luhan blushed at the comment, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks as he tried to hide the fact that that was true. It wasn't his fault though! His parents were very open with him, allowing him to go to parties and have a social life, and all they asked in return was that he was honest with them. That meant that he talked to his parents about everything, and Luhan tried not to do anything that he wouldn't want to share. And that included watching porn.
 
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME, LUHAN?" Baekhyun shouted into the food court. Luhan was beginning to regret his choice of very loud friends now that they were making a scene at the mall.
 
"Luhan, your parents are divorced, that means two separate computers, two separate houses, two bedrooms WITH LOCKS ON THEM," Tao said loudly. "And you're telling me you've never used that to your advantage? How do you get off?"
 
"Uh-um-" Luhan stuttered.
 
"ARE YOU TELLING ME THAT LITERALLY NO ONE HAS TOUCHED YOUR DICK? NOT EVEN YOU?" Baekhyun asked, clearly scandalized.
 
"Pipe down," Luhan hushed. This is why they didn't hang out in public. Though, thinking back to how these two behaved in his home, Luhan didn't want to take them back there either.
 
"I just have no words," Tao said, finally quiet.
 
"I do," Baekhyun said. "If you don't use it, you lose it! Do you wanna lose your dick?"
 
Luhan groaned and put his head down on the table. Why did he end up with these two as friends? He should have just been a recluse in high school?
 
"You're going to graduate high school a complete and utter virgin." Tao said, disgusted.
 
"Wait, no!" Baekhyun nearly shouted again. "You went on a few dates with that one guy! There was no dick touching there?"
 
Luhan shook his head and bit his lip. He had gone out on a couple of dates in the last few months, but his parents didn't think that was such a good idea. His dad in particular, had taken an issue with the boy who'd come to their door to pick him up a few times.
 
The rest of the afternoon, Luhan was berated with questions and accusations of just exactly why he was so innocent. He didn't have any answers, really, but it kind of just all traced back to not wanting to do something his parents wouldn't approve of. Especially something his dad didn't approve of.
 
As Luhan drove to his mom's house after dropping his two friends off (they complained about his too safe driving a lot, but Luhan was the only one with a car), he thought about his dad. Maybe this was something he could talk to the older man about, seeing as he was Luhan’s best friend and most important person. He guessed he could talk to his mother about it too, but it wouldn't be the same.
 
After parking and going inside, Luhan looked for his mother throughout the house. It wasn't a huge place, but he didn't stumble upon her until he made his way to the kitchen. There she was, chatting away on the phone with a glass of wine in her hand. When she saw him come in, she waved him in and said a quick goodbye to whoever she was talking to.
 
"So," she said cheerfully before taking a gulp of her wine. "How was your lunch with your friends?" Despite having met his friends several times, she never remembered their names. Luhan was used to it though, he only spent every other weekend with the woman, so he didn't expect to be a huge priority in her life (much less his friends).
 
"It was good," Luhan answered.
 
"That's nice," she quipped. "So I was just on the phone with my friend, and she's a florist, and I was just wondering if you're gonna have flowers at your graduation party?"
 
Luhan shrugged, his dad was planning a party for the occasion, but he was being kept in the dark.
 
His mom laughed, probably knowing that what he was thinking. "Ask your father?"
 
"That's what I always do," Luhan smiled.
 
They were a lot alike, the two of them. Luhan had inherited her petite frame and large doe like eyes, and even some of her personality. They were both on the shy side, though his mom got a lot more loose lipped with a little wine in her. Luhan didn't drink, so he wasn't sure if he got like that too.
 
Later, when they were seated in front of the television, she began to ask questions about college and if he was excited about everything.
 
"Well actually," Luhan wrung his hands nervously. He wasn't sure how to broach the subject, with it being so personal. "I'm kind of nervous about being unprepared."
 
"What do you mean, honey?" she questioned. "You're so bright and self sufficient, you'll breeze through University."
 
"Uh, not about that," Luhan replied. He could feel himself blushing and he hadn't even said anything.
 
"What is it then? Is everything okay?" His mother asked worried.
 
Luhan nodded, "Um, well, so. I know that you and dad had me your freshman year..."
 
"I'm gonna need a drink," the woman interrupted. She walked out of the living room only to return with a bottle of wine and two glasses.
 
"I don't drink," Luhan protested as his mother poured the wine.
 
"Think of this as my way of preparing you for college." His mother immediately took a big drink of her glass and she motioned for Luhan to do the same.
 
He lifted the glass to his lips and took a little sip, finding the white wine fruity and refreshing. He hummed happily and took a bigger drink.
 
"So, you were saying," she prompted.
 
"Right," Luhan said as he set the glass down. "I just have no experience. My friends say I'm too innocent because I don't drink and I'm a virgin."
 
"Honey, everyone moves at their own pace," His mother assured.
 
"Yeah, but I don't want to go to college and be overwhelmed," Luhan confessed. "I feel like my virginity is a burden, but I'm too scared to do anything about it because I literally don't know anything and I don't want Daddy to be disappointed."
 
Luhan watched as his mother went red-faced and downed all the wine in her glass. She was pouring more out of the bottle when she began to talk. "I can't believe I'm about to tell you this," she prefaced. "But your dad was the first person I was ever with."
 
He blushed along with his mother, and followed her lead in drinking what was in his glass. She poured him another glass, and Luhan was grateful; he wasn't sure if he could handle hearing about this sober. He spoke up only to let her know that he was listening, and even then it was just an "Okay."
 
"I was a lot like you, I guess," she went on. "I didn't know much about anything, but your dad..."
 
Luhan sighed, he definitely wasn't ready to hear this. He knew the basic story, one he'd been told since he was young, but he'd never heard the details. All he knew was that his mom got pregnant during the first semester in college and had him before either parent had turned  nineteen. They got married, but after a few years, they realized they were better off as friends. Luhan had been seven, but he'd been provided two very stable households and parents that were pretty close friends. There was no animosity there, even when it came to his custody.
 
Since his dad was from a wealthy family and he had a stable career right out of college, it seemed natural that he would have majority custody. His mother was perfectly alright with that, seeing as her job as a journalist often had her traveling.
 
"Your dad taught me a thing or two," The woman continued wistfully. "He was quite the generous lover."
 
"Mooooom," Luhan whined. "I need to know about the stuff that comes before! I'm 18 and I still don't even know how to tell when a boy likes you."
 
"Oh," she giggled. Luhan could tell that she was getting tipsy, but he shrugged it off and kept drinking as well. "Honey you gotta make them like you!"
 
"But how?" Luhan asked innocently. The only guys who'd asked him out did so on their own accord, with zero encouragement from him.
 
"Well take your dad for instance," She began. "He's a big flirt, right? But there are some things that turn him on more than others."
 
Luhan gulped.
 
Thinking about his precious dad with someone, even with his mother, was upsetting his stomach. It shouldn't have, since the man was youthful and attractive and sexy and...
 
"Like, when someone plays with the hair of his nape. Or when he feels freshly shaven legs." His mother interjected, pulling Luhan out of his thoughts. "His chest is really sensitive too."
 
"No but-" Luhan tried to stop her. He really didn't want to think about his parents having sex.
 
"And he always had to be sucking on something," she sighed. "God, he liked oral so much."
 
Luhan was well on his way to finishing the second glass of wine now, with all the pauses in conversation and his growing discomfort with the situation. He obviously knew that his parents had to have sex to conceive him, but he didn't like the idea. He didn't like that his mother knew those intimate details about his dad.
 
"Can I get more wine?" Luhan asked, getting up. His mother eyed him with glossy eyes but nodded. She kept a lot of wine in the house, so Luhan had no trouble finding another bottle and pouring himself a large serving. He downed it quickly and refilled his cup before returning to the living room. Maybe tipsy he could handle this better.
 
With no encouragement from Luhan, and to his dismay, his mother carried on where she had left off.
 
"He's always been an ass man, that Sehun," she said candidly. "And fuck, he liked to talk dirty." Clearly, the wine had caught up to her, because the woman was just rambling inappropriately instead of helping Luhan. "Oh, but sitting on his lap got him going the quickest."
 
Luhan took a quick intake of air with his mother's words. Just the other day, he'd been sitting on his daddy's lap. He'd been feeling a little nostalgic about growing up too fast, and Luhan had just climbed into his dad's lap for cuddles. They had the type of relationship where that wasn't weird to them. The two of them were very affectionate, with kisses and cuddles being a part of their daily routines. But now that his mother had said something, Luhan couldn't help but wonder whether having him on his daddy's lap had turned the older man on.
 
The thought had Luhan’s body temperature rising.
 
"That or being called Daddy," the woman said quietly.
 
As much as sober Luhan would have denied it, borderline drunk Luhan knew that the stirring feeling in his groin was pure arousal. The high schooler didn't know if he wanted to laugh or cry, because what he'd neglected to tell his friends was that he just wasn't aroused as easily as other people. He tried, but there were only a few things that made his dick stand at attention. And clearly, his dad was one of them.
 
Drunk Luhan couldn't help the hardening of his cock as his mother talked about what his dad liked in the bedroom. His imagination filled him in as his daddy's partner, fueling his arousal. Luhan could picture himself sitting on the older man's lap, calling him Daddy, getting his father hot and hard below him.
 
Squirming in his seat on the couch, the boy couldn't help but wish for those things. He wanted to be touched by his daddy, and the thought made him think about a plan to get that to happen.
 
His mother's rambling had provided vital information that Luhan could use to his benefit. At least he hoped.
 
~
 
The next morning, Luhan awoke feeling disoriented and nauseous. He definitely shouldn't have continued drinking with his mother, no matter how delicious the wine tasted or how explicit her stories got. Luhan could feel his skin heating up at the thought of those stories, so he shook his head to get rid of the images she'd built up in his mind.
 
Big mistake.
 
His head started throbbing, the painful pounding overtaking all of his senses. To add to the pain, Luhan could also feel the bile rising in his throat and threatening to spill all over his bed sheets. As quickly as he could, Luhan walked to the bathroom, holding his hand over his mouth.
 
To be frank, it wasn't a pretty morning. After having a shower and some medication he found in the sink cabinet, Luhan made his way downstairs and was greeting by his mother cooking up a big breakfast.
 
"How are you alive?" Luhan groaned. The woman looked chipper and fresh while Luhan wanted to die.
 
"I've been drinking about as long as you've been alive," she answered as she plated the food. "So I've got some experience."
 
Luhan nodded in acknowledgement, not up for any more talking.
 
Surprisingly, he did feel better after the eggs and pancakes. He offered his mother a small smile before he disappeared upstairs to gather his things. Luhan wanted to go home and sleep for a few hours, or at the very least feel miserable in his own home.
 
The car ride home was difficult, with Luhan’s head still hurting and the sun hurting his eyes. He drove as carefully as he could, shutting his eyes for a moment when he finally arrived. He was a little dizzy, but nothing compared to earlier.
 
The boy wondered if his dad was home as he unlocked the front door to his house. Usually, their door wasn't locked unless there was no one home, and yet there were no cars missing from the driveway.
 
Luhan dropped his bag off in the living room and called out for his father. He poked his head into the kitchen, then the master bedroom, then the backyard, all to no avail. When he was about to give up, Luhan heard the shower going. He put his ear up to the door and heard his his father humming and it brought a smile Luhan’s face. Seeing as the older man was in a good mood, the teenager thought of ways to broach the subject that he'd discussed with his mother.
 
Not his father's sexual prowess, of course, but maybe having an honest sex talk was in order.
 
~
 
During the thirty minutes that it took Luhan to leave his mother's house and arrive home, Sehun had had an uncomfortable yet informational phone call with his ex wife. She had called the moment their son walked out the door, and they spent around twenty-five minutes discussing Luhan.
 
"So I think that maybe you should have the talk with Luhan," His ex wife said after exchanging pleasantries.
 
"He's 18, I doubt he needs any more information than the internet has given him," Sehun snorted.
 
"Really, Sehun," the woman insisted. "Think about the fact that Luhan tells you everything. And I do mean everything, do you think he would hide something like that from you?”
 
“I don’t know, he is a teenager,” Sehun reasoned.
 
“Sehun, I don’t know why you’re avoiding this,” His ex-wife said scolding him. “Didn’t you talk to him about masterbation?”
 
“What the fuck? No, he’s never talked to me about that!” Sehun yelled.
 
“Does that mean that our sweet boy still hasn’t learned to pleasure himself?” She asked with a laugh. “Oh my god, Sehun do you think he knows how to finger himself?”
 
“Why are you bringing this up? I don’t want to talk about this,” Sehun said. He didn’t want to picture his baby boy with three wet fingers deep in his ass. At least not again.
 
“Why do you have such an issue with this?” She continued. “What makes this difficult to talk about?”  
 
“Maybe I have an issue because I won’t be telling my son how to have sex with a woman, and that sounds particularly terrible to me.” Sehun responded.
 
“Look,” his ex-wife said. “We’ve known about Luhan’s preferences probably longer than he has, so what does it matter that you’ll teach him about an alternative lifestyle?”
 
“It’s not that I dislike it, you know that,” Sehun replied.
 
“You don’t want to teach your baby boy how to get defiled, is that it?”
 
“Ugh, I’m gonna go now,” Sehun said, pulling his phone away from his ear.
 
“It’s okay Sehunnie, you’ll just have to tell him how to get his ass nice and loose,” the woman said just as Sehun hung up the phone.
 
Sehun had been getting ready for a shower before his ex-wife interrupted with her phone call. He knew that she was right, and that he had to talk to Luhan about sex, but that didn’t mean that he wanted to. It was difficult enough that his little boy was growing up to be a twink sex pot.
 
It wasn’t that Sehun wanted to think about it, but how could he not. Luhan hand the prettiest face, and the perfect thighs, and that boy was just soft. Soft in the best way, with the soft tummy he paraded around when he was shirtless and the soft ass that jiggled with every step he took. On more than one occasion, Sehun’s mind had wandered to his baby’s pouty lips and what he could only imagine would be the perfect little hole while he was taking care of himself in the shower.
 
This seemed to be another one of those times. With the conversation he’d been having with his ex-wife, Sehun thought about the fact that Luhan was a virgin, so innocent and sweet. Just ripe for the taking. He wondered how Luhan would moan if he were to tease his hole with his tongue, how Luhan would squirm and beg for his cock after Sehun opened him up with his fingers.
 
Sehun walked into the shower, one hand already gripping the base of his hardening cock. It wasn’t long until he’d worked himself up, working a tight fist up and down his shaft, imagining it was Luhan’s pretty pink mouth stretched around him.
 
“Hmm, fuck,” Sehun moaned, fucking his hand and nearing completion. He could picture exactly what he would do to his little boy, even though a little part of him knew it was disgusting. He wanted it, though. Wanted to fuck his son’s perfect ass and wanted to be the one who taught him how to take a cock. With a last grunt, Sehun came all over the shower wall.
 
After a quick rinse, Sehun stepped out of the shower and hummed a little as he was drying off. He felt sated after his release, like maybe his mind would settle and he’d be able to have a real conversation with Luhan about what his mom called about without any major incidents.
 
Sehun walked into his bedroom with just a towel slung around his waist only to find his son lying across his bed with his eyes closed tightly. On instinct, Sehun walked up to Luhan and ran his fingers through the boy's hair. His baby boy let out a quiet moan at the gentle massage and Sehun's cock twitched. Shit, he thought cumming not three minutes before would prepare him for a sex talk but a little moan from his baby already had his dick interested.
 
“You okay, baby?” Sehun asked.
 
Luhan's arms came up to reach for Sehun, but the way they wrapped around his waist and pulled nearly had Sehun's crotch against Luhan’s face.
 
“I hurt, Daddy.” Luhan whined. “Mom let me drink and now I don't feel so good.”
 
“Aish, that woman,” Sehun replied. “What can I get for you to make you feel better?”
 
Luhan shook his head a little, “I already took something and ate. I think I just need my daddy to cuddle me for a nap.”
 
“Oh honey,” Sehun chided. Normally he would have complied in an instant, but having just fucked his hand to the thought of his son, he figured that maybe he should not get into the same bed with said boy. “I was going to go to the grocery store right now.”
 
“Daddy, please!” Luhan whined loudly. “Please, pretty please Daddy. I need to cuddle and you could rub my back.”
 
Despite the way those whines took Sehun's mind to a very naughty place, he gave in. He pulled away from his son, hoping to put on a few layers of clothes before climbing into bed with his greatest desire.
 
~
 
Luhan, undeterred, looked up with a pout. “Where are you going Daddy?”
 
He raised his eyes, taking in how gloriously hot and damp his daddy looked in a towel. Luhan blushed, both ashamed and aroused by what he saw before him. His Daddy's cock was only inches away from his face and all Luhan could think about was pulling the towel off to see how accurately his mother had described it last night. To verify just how hot and heavy it felt on his tongue.
 
“I'm just gonna grab some sweats so I can cuddle you like you asked,” his daddy said with a smile.
 
Without pause, Luhan shook his head. “No Daddy, just cuddle me now.”
 
“Baby, I've got to put some clothes on,” the older man argued as he pulled further away.
 
“But why Daddy?” Luhan asked. He wasn't sure what had taken over him and why he was being so bold in asking his daddy to cuddle him naked.
 
“It's.. a little chilly in here, what if I get sick?” The older man scolded. “You don't want me to get sick, do you Luhan?”
 
“No Daddy,” Luhan mumbled. “I just wanna cuddle now.”
 
“It'll take me like five minutes, baby boy,” his daddy promised.
 
With a little huff, Luhan pouted but rearranged himself on his Daddy's large bed. He got under the covers and wriggled until he was comfortable against the pillows. He was still adjusting himself in the middle of the bed when his Daddy lifted the covers and climbed in. It had taken him less than a minute and when Luhan looked up, he saw why. His daddy had just pulled on a pair of boxers before coming to cuddle with Luhan.
 
There were sparks of arousal firing off all over, and Luhan smiled at the situation. His Daddy pulled him close, ready to cuddle as he pulled the covers over them. Luhan resisted momentarily, only enough for him to pull his own shirt over his head.
 
“What are you doing, baby?” Daddy asked.
 
Luhan shrugged, “I just want to feel your skin.”
 
There was no further discussion from either of them as Luhan laid himself nearly on top of his daddy. His head was resting on the broad, muscular chest of his father, and his arm hugged him close. Luhan couldn’t help but take a deep inhale with his nose against his daddy’s sternum. It was both comfortable and arousing and Luhan wouldn’t trade it for the world.
 
As his daddy began to caress his back, rubbing slow circles from the nape of his neck to his lower, lower, lower back, Luhan closed his eyes and began to drift. He was completely unaware of just how awake his Daddy was.