Date: Wed, 10 Feb 2010 09:09:49 -0800 (PST)
From: Jon T. <t_jon15@yahoo.com>
Subject: Queer For My Son - Chapter 3

This is a work of fiction - these characters exist only in my fevered
imagination. This story features sex between a father and his willing
son. If you're not into that or if you are not of an age to be reading
X-rated stories, please go elsewhere. If you wish to provide feedback, you
can contact me at t_jon15@yahoo.com. Thanks to the guys who have written to
me thus far. One additional note: I have never participated in, nor do I
advocate for, incest or sex with minors. Please practice safe sex at all
times.

Queer For My Son - Chapter 3

	My Saturday proceeded according to plan. After a wonderful
breakfast with Dane, I raced through grading a relatively simple
20-question multiple choice test I had given to my three freshman American
history classes. While I did this, Dane did a couple of loads of laundry,
making sure both of us would have sufficient clean clothing to get through
the coming week.

	Then we hopped into my Chevrolet Suburban SUV for a trip to the
YMCA in neighboring Mesa. The truck was a gas-guzzler, but I needed
something big enough to transport boys to wrestling matches if a school van
wasn't available, which was often the case. On the way, we stopped for a
quick lunch at a favorite Middle Eastern restaurant that was as fast as any
fast food place but offered food that was both nutritious and delicious.

	Once at the Y, both of us did a quick workout on weights, spotting
each other. Then we joined the monthly meeting of a wrestling club that
consisted of men from their mid-20s to early 50s in age. The other two
heavyweights on my team, Corey Schneider and Doug Haynes, were also
present, along with a few boys from other high schools in the area. Corey
was a dark-haired football player, the senior star fullback of that
team. Doug was a heavyset African-American boy who had a lot of potential
as a wrestler. His goal was to be a television star in the sport. He was
destined to be enormous since he was now only a sophomore.  Any of the
adults not wrestling circled the floor refereeing the matches that were
going on.

	After changing into our singlets, both Dane and I looked forward to
enjoying the rest of the afternoon either wrestling or watching matches. I
had a spirited match with one of my best wrestling buddies, Dave Ambrose,
which seemed to go on forever. Dave was a year younger than me and a few
pounds heavier, but we were evenly matched. I had known him since college
days. Our record in wrestling one another was pretty much a draw. On this
day, Dave had me beat but had to withdraw due a pulled muscle in his back.

	I was pretty much winded and was content to watch Dane wrestle a
boy from one of our archrival schools, another beefy African-American kid
named Jack Morris. I watched also as my other team members wrestled adult
members of the club. I got up and walked around, shouting encouragement and
tips to Dane and the other two boys from my team. I was disappointed, along
with my son, when Jack pinned him despite his best efforts to throw him
off.  Jack's victory wasn't particularly an upset since he had been the
runner-up to Dane at last year's district championships. Nonetheless, Dane
was not happy and was done for the afternoon.

	Other matches raged around us as we gathered up our things and
headed for the locker room. It was apparent my other two students were
staying for a while. I went to each of them and wished them well,
suggesting people they might want to wrestle with next. One of the adults
clapped me on the back and promised to keep an eye on them.

	Neither Dane nor I had taken a shower that morning, so we were both
sweaty and smelling rather rank. At our lockers, without a word to one
another, we pulled off our singlets and our jock straps and headed for the
shower, body wash in hand. It was an old-fashioned shower room with
showerheads sticking out of the walls, with no separating curtains or
walls. The warm water felt good cascading off my shoulders. Dane and I were
next to each other. The only other person in the room was my friend, Dave,
who was showering opposite from us. Dane was more or less pouting, and Dave
took notice.

	"What's happening, Dane? Why the long face?"

	"That prick Jack beat me."

	I spoke up. "Come on, Dane. He's a nice kid, and he won fair and
square. It was his day today. You'll beat him when it counts."

	"I don't know. I think he's gained about 20 pounds. It sure felt
that way."

	"You missed a couple of opportunities. You've just got to keep your
mind on what you're doing. You're a better wrestler than he is."

	Dane's sweet smile returned. "Thanks, Dad. Just gotta keep working
at it."

	"That's right."

	Dave was wrapping up his shower. "Yeah, Dane. You're one of the
best I've seen at your age. Swear to God - I think you've grown an inch
since I last saw you." Dave was toweling himself off as he said this. He
could have been a model for a bodybuilding magazine. It wasn't overdone,
but he was simply perfection, about six feet tall and 200 pounds, most of
it muscle. He had pitch-black, buzz cut hair with a lightly haired chest
and groin. His uncut cock hung about five inches soft. I had never seen him
hard, but realized I had never thought about that until today.

	"How's your back, Dave? I hope I didn't cause that."

	"No. It's been bugging me a while. I'm getting too old for this
shit."

	"I don't want to hear that. You were beating me out there.'

	"You're getting old, too. We're getting old together."

	"Get outta here!" We both laughed. Dave made his way out of the
room and disappeared into the locker area.

	"Wash my back, Dad?"

	"Sure." Dane turned away from me as I grabbed the body wash and
squeezed a generous portion onto my hand. I slapped his back and began to
scrub him.

	"Lower, Dad." So I scrubbed down his sides and got suds all over
his lower back. "Lower. Get my ass."

	"Son..."

	"Dad, no one's around."

	"You never know when someone might walk in." Most of the men and
boys were still involved out on the floor, but it still made me nervous. I
positioned myself so that I was between him and the door and quickly ran my
hands over his glutes. My stomach fluttered just a bit as I did
so. Suddenly he turned slightly, and my hand slipped into his crack.

	"That's it, Dad. Wash my hole!"

	"Dane, enough already." I withdrew my hand. "If we don't get out of
here, we're going to turn into prunes." I grabbed the body wash and quickly
washed my hair with it. I realized Dane was grinning at me.

	"You must have liked feeling my ass. Look." I was not pleased to
see my cock was at half-mast.

	I tried to laugh it off. "Don't flatter yourself, boy." I turned
off my shower and moved toward the locker room.

	Dane said, "Wait for me, Dad." He turned the water off and was at
my side. He put his wet arm across my shoulders. "Can we go to the
steakhouse for dinner?"

	"Sure. That sounds good."

	"And then I want to wrestle you when we get home."

	"Dane, you always beat me, and I always feel clobbered when we're
done."

	"I'll go easy on you. I have some new moves I want to show you."

	Just then Jack appeared in the doorway. He threw a good-natured
grin Dane's way. "Hey, man - good match! Thanks!"

	Dane didn't remove his arm. He looked coolly at Jack but was
polite. "Right. Congrats. You were good today, but your ass is mine next
time!"

	"Bring it on, buddy!" Jack laughed. I almost missed the exchange
because I was mesmerized by Jack's groin and cock. The amount of his pubic
hair seemed almost abnormal. His cut cock hung down six inches or so,
nestled over enormous low-hanging balls. I was embarrassed when I realized
I had been caught staring.

	Dane saw what I had been looking at. "Hey, man, you got a forest
growing down there!"

	Jack was a bit taken aback but smiled anyway. "Yeah. I kept it
shaved for quite a while, but it was just too much hassle."

	"Hey - looks good on ya!" Dane seemed very comfortable in saying
this. I wanted very much for the moment to end.

	"Dane, we need to get a move on. See you soon, Jack. Keep up the
good work!"

	"Right, Mr. Jordan. Have a great evening!"

	Dane and I got to our lockers, grabbed our towels, and began
toweling ourselves vigorously. "Do you always talk to guys about their
pubes?"

	"Do you always stare a hole through them?"

	I frowned. "I had never seen anything like that."

	"Kinda hot, wasn't it." That little warning bell I'd been hearing
recently went off once again.

	We were back at home after a great meal at Outback. Dane had
thoroughly stuffed himself which was nothing unusual for him. I always
wondered where he put the food he regularly packed away. He was a man-sized
boy who wasn't done growing, I realized, but sometimes it was downright
alarming. His doctor had told me he would be 6'6" before he was done. I did
the best I could to make sure most of what he ate was healthy. He was good
about not demanding fast food.

	When we walked through the door, Dane ran to his room. He emerged
from it naked and went to the spare bedroom to get a wrestling mat that we
kept there. It was fairly unusual for us to wrestle. He outweighed me by a
considerable amount, but sometimes he had Corey and Doug over to practice
new techniques that they had run across on the Internet. I had settled onto
the sofa and reached for the TV remote, hoping to relax and let the food
digest.

	"Dad, come on. We need to work some of our dinners off!"

	"Dane, if I try to wrestle you right this minute, I'll puke all
over you."

	"Aw, Dad!"

	"Sit yourself down here. Give me an hour or so." I turned on the TV
and found a "Law and Order" rerun. Dane knew I wasn't going to budge for
the moment. He rolled out the mat and positioned it carefully.

	"You're not getting out of this. I gonna kick your ass!"

	"Jesus. I think you'd wrestle 24 hours a day if you could."

	"If I did that, there'd be no time for fucking!"

	"You have a three-track mind - eating, wrestling, and fucking, not
necessarily in that order."

	"You got it, man!"

	"You don't have a date with Amanda tonight?"

	"No - I called her earlier. Her family is way up in the air. Her
dad did lose his job yesterday. He had been a sales manager with his
company for fifteen years. Had a company car and everything."

	"That's terrible. It's really getting bad out there, I know."

	"Makes you glad you're on tenure, doesn't it."

	"Yes, it does, though I don't get paid enough. We'd be in deep shit
if it wasn't for your mom's life insurance money and if I didn't own the
house free and clear." An only child, I had inherited the house when my
parents were killed in a car accident my senior year in college. Though
distraught, I made it through all the way school to my master's, with no
college loans thanks to their savings. Sometimes I was quite bored living
in the house I had grown up in, but in the current wretched economic
environment, I knew I was very fortunate. Diane and I had substantially
remodeled and updated the house, so it didn't bear much resemblance to my
boyhood home.

	Dane was restless. "Want me to give you a backrub?"

	I just wanted to relax, but Dane had gotten very good at soothing
my aching muscles. He usually offered a backrub after I had been
wrestling. Once again, however, I was aware something new was in the air.

	He went to my bedroom to get a pillow off my bed and grabbed the
baby oil out of my bathroom. He grabbed an old sheet out of the linen
closet as he returned to the den.  I gave up on the television show and
clicked off the TV. I put a favorite rhythm and blues CD into the player
and set it at low volume.

	"Mmm - romantic!" Dane was smiling as he spread the sheet and threw
the pillow onto the floor in front of the sofa.

	"I don't mean for it to be. That's my favorite CD - you know
that. What's gotten into you, anyway."

	"I guess I just have romance on the brain. Nothing for you to worry
about! Get down here."

	I lay down on my stomach with my head on the pillow. I had been
known to doze off while Dane worked on my shoulders, back and legs. I
realized tonight there was a good possibility of that. Dane pulled my
T-shirt off over my head and reached for the waistband of my running
shorts.

	"Dane, I only have my jockstrap on under there."

	"Fine with me. Like I haven't seen your ass before!"

	I had misgivings but hiked myself up so he could pull the shorts
off. He grabbed the waistband of my strap as well, seemingly inadvertently,
and stopped himself. Once the shorts were gone, I settled myself and he ran
his hand over my back. "Wow. I hope I do half as good a job as you have
when I'm your age, staying in shape."

	"When you're coaching, it's not that difficult. I get a real
workout just trying to keep up with you kids. And we have a great weight
room right there at the school. I can also use the natatorium."

	"Yeah - you don't have to pay for a gym or anything. Sweet!" One of
my balls popped out of the jockstrap. I jumped when I felt Dane's fingers
on it. "Looks like you need to jack off again!"

	"Dane!"

	"Sorry." He tugged on the edge of the pouch and the errant testicle
rejoined its partner. "You should just take the thing off."

	I usually had at least my shorts on when he massaged me. I felt
exposed enough as it was. It was one thing to be nude with your son around
the house. But to be naked while he was working my skin - I just wasn't
comfortable with that notion. "We'll leave it where it is, OK?"

	"Sure. Whatever you say." Dane sounded mildly disappointed. I was
in a mood to relax, but was perplexed nonetheless. I really was going to
have to have a talk with him, but not right now.

	He poured oil across my shoulders and began a downward rub. It felt
wonderful. In no time, he had me purring like a kitten.

	"Feels good, huh, Dad."

	"You've gotten very good at this. Seems like a natural talent for
you."

	"We're enough alike. I know which muscles get sore on me when I've
been wrestling."

	We fell silent as he continued to work my shoulders and down my
spine, kneeling at my side. He poured more oil on my lower back. It seemed
a bit excessive and then I realized it had soaked the band of my
jockstrap. "Dane! Watch out!"

	"Oh, wow, Dad. Sorry about that. I guess this will have to come off
now." Before I could react, he had yanked the jockstrap down and off.  I
could feel the oil running down my crack. Dane scrambled, ostensibly to rub
it in before it got on the sheet and the carpet beneath. Before I knew it,
his fingers were on my asshole.

	I rose up. "Dane, damn it! What the hell?"

	"Dad, I had to stop it from running all over the place. I'll run
and get a towel. Should have gotten one in the first place." He was gone in
a flash. I could hear him rummaging in the linen closet. I felt my hole. It
was thoroughly greased up at this point. It felt loose and nasty. I had
never had anything up there besides a doctor's finger for a prostate
exam. I was still exploring it when Dane returned.

	"Whatcha doin'?"

	"You really slimed me up. Wipe it off, OK?"

	Dane dabbed at it with one of the towels he had brought back with
him.  Then I felt his fingers down there again. "Dane..."

	"Oh, Dad, just go with it. Your asshole can make you feel really
good."

	"How would you know that?"

	"I play with mine sometimes when I'm jacking off. I put a couple of
fingers in there and fuck myself. Like this." I wasn't ready when I felt a
finger enter my most private place. I looked back to find that Dane had his
middle finger in my ass to the hilt. It was an odd sensation, but it seemed
to be scratching an itch I didn't know I had. He looked me in the eye as he
withdrew it and then went back in with his index and middle fingers. He
slowly stuck them in all the way and then began to gently finger-fuck
me. Suddenly I was having trouble breathing. This was an entirely new
experience for me. I gasped and moaned.

	"Dane! My God!" But I didn't make a move to stop him. He took the
baby oil and squirted some directly on the spot where his fingers entered
my body. He pulled the two fingers out, and then I felt a third join
them. He fucked in and out with his fingers. I was writhing underneath
him. I knew he was hitting my prostate with each pass. I had never felt
anything like it in my life.

	"You like it, don't you."

	I rose to where I was on my hands and knees. I was groaning to beat
the band. I put my forehead in the crook of my left elbow and began to push
backwards, meeting Dane's fingers with each insertion.

	My mind was spinning wildly out of control as I felt Dane reach
between my legs and grab my cock with his other hand. I had no idea that it
had become harder than it had ever been in my life. He jacked me a couple
of times and then stopped. I made a whining noise. "I don't want you to cum
yet. Not until I've fucked you."

	That really jolted me. But I knew that, suddenly, it was what I
wanted, more than anything. I looked between my legs to get an upside down
view of Dane's cock. It was standing up proud, pulsing with each
heartbeat. Precum flowed down the underside of it. It seemed
enormous. Instead of telling him no, under no circumstance could he stick
that thing in me, I almost shouted, "Fuck me, Dane! Fuck my ass!"

	He pulled his fingers out and quickly lubed up his cock. In just
seconds, he was on his knees behind me, prodding my hole with his thick
cockhead. He slid his foreskin back and gave a push. Nothing
happened. "Spread your hole." I reached behind myself, my upper chest on
the floor, my cheek mashed to the carpet. I grabbed my ass cheeks and
pulled them as far as apart as I could. Dane rumbled deep in his
throat. "Good boy!"

	He applied more lube and then pushed again. This time his dick
popped in. I screamed. I had never felt pain like that in my life and was
totally unprepared for it. Dane stroked my back. "Relax, Dad! Push out!" He
slapped my ass a couple of times which actually seemed to help. "Keep
breathing!" He left his cockhead where it was until he felt me relax.

	Then he began to push slowly but relentlessly into my inner
depths. Tears were streaming from my eyes. I couldn't believe how
completely violated I felt, or how utterly turned on I was. I almost sobbed
when I felt his pubes grinding against me. "I'm in all the way, Dad! You're
so tight! Feels like you're gonna pinch my dick off!"

	He pulled out almost all the way and then pushed slowly back
in. "I'm not going to last long! Too fucking hot!" On his knees behind me,
he grabbed my hips and began a slow rhythm, fucking in and out with long,
even strokes. I couldn't think at all. My entire world had become my son's
enormous cock violating and pummeling my tender ass.

	Suddenly it was feeling quite wonderful. I could feel his ridged
cockhead as it massaged every millimeter of my chute. There was a brief
flash of wondering why had I waited so long to do this. Each time it
brushed past my prostrate, precum spurted from my cock. I knew if I jacked
myself at all, I would cum instantly. I couldn't help but to grasp my cock
and squeeze it.

	Dane picked up speed until he was ramming me fast and hard. I was
as fully engaged in the fuckfest as I could possibly be, writhing and
pushing backwards as he impaled me. He slapped my ass as he fucked me.

	"Fuck me, boy! Fuck me hard!"

	Dane grunted in response.  I knew my son well enough to know he was
about to lose it. I reached back on an inward thrust and grabbed his hairy
leg. "Just leave it in! Don't cum yet!" I was leaning on my elbows,
growling, my head swinging from side to side in ecstasy. We were both
sweating profusely.

	He stopped fucking, buried as deep as he could go. "Dad, I'm sorry!
I'm too close! Gotta cum!" I could feel his huge load as it spewed into my
guts. Almost simultaneously, my cock blew, hands free, spraying my chin and
neck and the sheet with my hot cum. It was the most intense orgasm of my
life. I fell full length onto the sheet. Dane went with me. He was still
lodged in my rectum to the hilt. I bucked up against him, not wanting it to
end. He caressed my upper arms, grinding his hips and groaning loudly.
"Best damn fuck I've ever had! Just like I knew it would be! I love you,
Dad!"