Unwilling Dad 2


by Unwilling Dad <Bloke101@hotmail.com>

Chapter 2

Twenty four hours on an aircraft gave me plenty of time to reflect on recent events and to consider the changes that I would have to make to my life as a result of those events.

We landed in Sydney late in the evening and caught a taxi to my house, I showed Michael the spare room and collapsed exhausted in my own room, it was the middle of the morning when I surfaced. I wrapped a towel around my waist and headed for the shower.

The door to the spare room was ajar, I peered in, Michael sprawled face down on the double bed his right leg drawn up slightly. He wore yellow and red satin boxers that looked at least two sizes too big, I could make out the darks swirls of hair on his muscular young legs, my _c_o_c_k_ stiffened and began to tent the towel, I headed for the shower.

I took a long shower and mentally ran through the plans that I'd made during the flight, I lazily stroked my _c_o_c_k_ to full erection as I considered the first stage of my plan. I had in mind a complete change of image for young Michael, the first thing that had to go were the boxer shorts and the baggy clothes, I had already given the lad a clear indication that this would happen.

Michael surfaced about an hour later, I was sat outside enjoying my third coffee and my fifth smoke when the lad appeared at the patio door wiping the sleep from his eyes, he was still wearing the baggy boxers. I sent him to shower while I made breakfast.

We headed out for the shops after breakfast. I wore my usual summer attire, footy shorts, jockstrap, singlet and trainers. Michael wore baggy pants, two oversize t-shirts and sneakers, the waistband of his boxers clearly visible when his shirts rode up.

Michael tried on some footy shorts at a sports shop. He looked quite ridiculous, his baggy boxer shorts were bigger than the footy shorts.

"Lose the boxers lad & you'll look good in those shorts."

Michael gave me on of those 'you're a dirty old man' looks but he went back inside the cubicle.

He looked great when he came back without the boxers under the footy shorts & I told him so.

"Yeah right." He said "And my _c_o_c_k_'s going to fall out the leg whenever I move."

"Time to get you a jockstrap then I think."

Michael looked at me a bit puzzled.

I remembered that jockstraps are not popular in England and I explained what one was, he didn't look too keen on the idea until I joined him in the cubicle and lowered my shorts to show him the jockstrap that I was wearing.

He studied it for a few moments then pointed to the tent growing in his shorts.

"Better go find one for me then, I can't go back out like this."

Michael grasped the bulge and pointed it at me.

I had a similar problem but my jockstrap contained the problem, I handed Michael a jockstrap from the shelf and put three more with the rest of our purchases, he'd need them for sports when I'd found him a school.

We carried on shopping for the rest of the afternoon. Despite the fact that I normally abhor shopping I found that I was quite enjoying the company of Michael, his excitement was infectious. I ended up spending nearly three thousand dollars.

There was only one incident that marred the afternoon. Michael had been agreeing with my advice on clothing and he was choosing well fitting outfits. All was going well until we passed a skater fashion shop. Michael wanted to go in and look, I had no problem with that but when I refused to buy him anything from the shop he suddenly became the pouting tantrum throwing youth that I'd met that first day in England.

I took him by the arm over to one side and reminded him what had happened the last time he'd behaved like that. He scowled but he apologized and we continued our shopping.

A little plan began to form in my mind, I became determined to totally change Michael's manner of dress. I took the opportunity to buy a dozen pairs of white y-fronts in his size while he was busy trying on other clothes, I also got a pair of speedos for him.

We at last got back to the car and headed home.

"Thanks for buying me all this gear, I'm sorry I got out of hand back there. Would you really have spanked me?"

I looked at Michael and smiled.

"Not in the shop."

"You mean you'll spank me when we get home?"

"Not this time, but you can be certain that I'm not going to put up with any crap from you."

Michael fidgeted in his seat.

"So you will spank me if I get out of line?"

He was clearly worried by this development.

"If I remember correctly the only time I put you over my knee you seemed to enjoy it far too much, in fact I had to get a pair of trousers cleaned."

Michael blushed beautifully. I turned into my driveway.

The subject was forgotten while we unloaded the car and unpacked the purchases.

"So are you going to give me a fashion show Michael?

He gave me another of those "you're a dirty old man" looks.

"Yeah OK Dad."

"What did you call me Michael?"

That cute blush reappeared.

"Urm I was just joking."

"That's OK Michael I quite like the idea, I'm certainly old enough to be your Dad, maybe I can do a better job than your last one."

"Do you mean it? He asked.

"If you want Son."

We hugged just like any Father and Son would hug, then my groin began to react to the warmth of a gorgeous young man, within moments we were grinding our hard _c_o_c_k_s together.

I broke the hug.

"Come on let's get on with the fashion show."

I sat down on the lounge with a cold beer while Michael tried on outfit after outfit, when he got to the bag with the y-fronts in he held up a pair and looked at me.

"What're these for Dad? Are these for you?"

"No lad they're for you, I'm not having my Son running round in those awful boxer shorts, in fact all your baggy gear can go in the garbage."

"No way."

"Yes way. From now on you either wear a jockstrap, y-fronts or nothing. A boy your size needs some support so 'nothing' isn't an option. So take your pick lad, you can either get yourself over my knee and I'll discuss the issue with your butt or you can put on the y-fronts and maybe later you can go over my knee for some fun."

"So either way I end up getting my arse spanked?"

I laughed.

"Yes I suppose that is the case, but if you stand your ground and disobey me it will be a punishment spanking, if you do as you're told it will be a lot different."

Michael looked thoughtful, his hand wandered to the front of the jockstrap that he had been wearing since we bought it.

"What will the difference be?"

"You'll have to make your decision if you want to find out won't you."

Michael put his hand to the waistband of his jock and slowly removed it. This boy is beautiful, my mind considered some of the many possibilities. Michael's large uncut _c_o_c_k_ arched half hard from his groin, I glimpsed a pearl of _c_o_c_k_ lube at the tip. I admired the smooth flow of his butt as he bent to step into the y-fronts, as he pulled them up over his _c_o_c_k_ and arse the pre come transferred immediately to the fabric giving him an instant wet spot. He looked at me for approval.

"Well done boy, good decision. Now come over to you're Dad and we'll sort a few thing out."

Michael hesitated.

"Come on lad get yourself over my knee."

Michael draped himself over my bare thighs, I felt his fully hard _c_o_c_k_ strain against my leg, my _c_o_c_k_ remained hard pushing against his bare side.

Michael was tall enough so that both his hands and feet were able to touch the floor, I shifted him to get comfortable and to spread his legs to give me good access.

I stroked his legs, his back and his butt for several minutes before I started to spank him. I started out slowly giving all my attention to the area covered by his y-fronts, I gradually increased the intensity and speed of the slaps until the boy was at the squirming stage then I stopped spanking and went back to stroking.

Sydney summers are very hot, Michael was sweating fairly heavily, I love that sweet tangy smell of a young man's sweat and I told him so, adding that from now on he wouldn't be allowed to wear any cologne or aftershave and definitely no deodorant.

I tugged the leg bands of Michael's y-fronts up and wedged them hard in his sweaty hairy arse crack, his buttocks had turned a nice even rosy red, I started to spank again.

Michael humped my leg in time to my spanks, I started to pay some attention to the inside of his muscular hairy thighs, he spread his legs wider. Once again I began to increase in intensity and frequency of the slaps.

The lad was breathing heavily now, grunting with each slap. I paid attention to the as yet unspanked area of his inner buttocks.

"Dad I'm gonna blow."

"Yeah blow for your Daddy boy."

I was spanking as hard and fast as I could.

"Daddy I'm coming."

I felt my own come unload into my jockstrap as I felt my new Son shooting his hot load into his y-fronts soaking my leg.

We both took a few minutes to come down from the orgasmic high.

Michael stood up shakily I stood and hugged him. I stepped back and looked at my Son.

"Looks like you enjoyed that lad."

I fingered the soaking wet patch that had spread right across the front of his y-fronts.

"Looks like you had some fun too dad."

The lad moved to take his y-fronts off.

"No lad you leave them on for a bit, your Dad kind of likes the sight."

We spent the rest of the evening sitting round watching the telly and making plans to find Michael a school while the cum dried.

We showered before bed Michael looked in the mirror at his well spanked buttocks.

"Dad."

I nodded.

"Yes Son."

"If that was a fun spanking what's the difference if you spanked me as a punishment?"

"You'll find that out if and when you misbehave Son."


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