Date: Fri, 28 Mar 2003 19:04:17 -0800 (PST)
From: No Label <zero78245d@sbcglobal.net>
Subject: Donny - Chapter 27

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Donny - Chapter 27


    The rest of the school year went pretty quickly.  I became more
friendly with a couple of guys on the swim team even though it was off
season, but couldn't (or wouldn't) let them get as close as Deke was.  Dad
kept trying to get me interested in other sports at school but none of them
really interested me.  I had more fun staying in swimming shape at home.

    My visits with the shrink continued also.  He got me pretty well
convinced that what my old dad did to me was because he was an asshole, not
from anything I did.  Actually I was starting to feel pretty good about
myself.  The only thing I couldn't do is out myself to anyone who didn't
know already.  I guess between him and Dad I learned that not everyone
wanted to play dick tag with me.

    Just before school got out during one of my sessions the doc asked some
questions that really pissed me off.  No, not at him, at myself.  For those
questions showed just how far I had to go yet.  The questions?  Shit,
promise you won't laugh at me and I might tell ya.  But the fact I couldn't
answer them correctly showed me that I needed to get with the program more.
Okay, I'll tell you one, but remember, no laughing.  The doc asked me what
Dad did for a living.  And I couldn't answer!  God, how disgusting is that?
But it made me realize that I was so focused on me that I didn't really
know my Dad at all.

    Okay, okay.  I hear you guys laughing your asses off.  What a dumb
shit, doesn't even know what kind of job his Dad does.  What a self
centered asshole.  You know what?  You're right.  There was so much I
didn't know about my Dad that I didn't deserve to be called his son.  The
only for sure thing I knew was that he loved me.  Yeah, that's the most
important, but don't you think that a son should at least know his dad's
birthday?  Shit, I just gave away another of the questions.

    Well, needless to say, that hit me really hard.  I spent the rest of
the session bawling my eyes out for being such a selfish dickhead.  As soon
as it was over I ran out and hugged Dad tight.  Then I spent the next
fifteen minutes apologizing to him.  And you what?  He just smiled and said
there's nothing to forgive.  But you better believe that I learned a lot
about Dad that night.  You would have thought I was writing a final exam on
his life I asked so many questions.  And he just kept smiling and
answering.  You know, I think my love for him at least doubled that night.

    When we got home from San Antonio he took me back to his office.  There
wasn't much in it, just a couple filing cabinets, shelves of books, a desk
and chair, and a computer.  But what a computer!  it had all sorts of stuff
hooked to it, like modems and printers and a fax machine.  Plus it was
really a couple of computers hooked together.  He called it a LAN, or Local
Area Network.

    It turned out that he had a couple of patents on special applications
he had written for clients and was actually pretty well known for his work.
He told me that he was waiting to hear on a new contract that would be very
good.  When I asked how much it was worth, he told me that if everything
worked out okay he would get two million dollars for about four months of
work.  Wow!  No wonder he never seems to worry about spending money on me.

    And spend he did.  On clothes.  I hit a growth spurt that added two
inches by the end of school.  I was growing so fast that Doctor Bob was
worried my bones would hurt.  But they didn't.  And my pubes seemed to
appear overnight.  Plus I wasn't squirting that clear shit any more, it was
real sperm.  I tried to show Dad, but he just laughed and said he would
take my word for it.

    After school got out for the summer I got another surprise that I
didn't like.  Turns out that Dad was going to the shrink too.  But he had
always gone while I was in school so I never knew.  When I asked him why,
he just smiled and shrugged, then said "You're not the only one with
problems, you know."  Shit, what kind of problems would Dad have that he
needed to talk to a shrink.  Damn, I hope I am not the cause of the
problems.  That would suck big time.  But he wouldn't tell me, reminding me
that he never asked what I talked to the doc about.  Bummer.

    But we had good times too.  Especially during the summer when we could
be together all the time.  It was so much fun doing things with him.  And
doing things we did.  Like go to Disney Land and Universal Studios in
California.  And a week in New York City seeing all the sights.  We took a
three week driving trip visiting Civil War battlefields that was so cool.

    Then when my birthday came in August he handed me a card.  I was kinda
disappointed until I opened it a found a hand written coupon inside.  A
coupon good for one week at Christmas in Hawaii.  Hot damn!

    We had to stop traveling so much then because I had to start swim
practice for school.  And as a sophmore this year, I could make varsity if
I was good enough!  I was swimming so much every day that Dad kept checking
behind my ears each night, swearing I was growing gills.  But the end of
August when the teams were announced, I made it!  I would swim the team
medley doing the backstroke, and individual backstroke and breaststroke.

    I knew I was pretty good in the backstroke, but thought my breaststroke
needed a lot of work.  Dad helped a lot though when he added a weight room
to the pool house so I could build up my chest more.

    And I had continued to grow over the summer.  By the time we started
swim meets I was no longer the shrimp on the team.  I was up to 5' 10" and
145 lbs.  I was looking good, and luckily, my cock did too.  It was now six
and a half hard (which was most of the time) and really looked good in my
Speedos.  I didn't have to shave my body except under my arms (not touching
the pubes, guy!) and kept my head hair real short so I didn't have to mess
with a cap all the time.

    We had a new kid on the team who's family had started working at one of
the ranches in the area.  His name was Chester Bowen, but you soon learned
that if you didn't want a black eye then you called him Chet and never
Chester.  He was a sophmore too, but had such good coaching at his old
school that he made varsity too.  And man, could he ever fly in the
breaststroke.  Because of that his chest looked huge, like a 40 or 42.  On
a fifteen year old!.  Hehe, the rest of him wasn't bad either, in fact
downright good.  He kept his hair so short that at first I thought it was
black like mine, but I finally figured out it was brown.  He had hazel eyes
and real thin eyebrows that kinda arched high onto his forehead.  Oh yeah,
the best part.  His dick was about four inches long, cut, and a moderate
brown bush (remember I told you I figured out what color his hair was,
hehe).  All in all, a very hot dude.

    We seemed to hit it off from the first day he showed up.  So I figured
I could get some great coaching in the breaststroke, and hot looks for my
night time fantasies, if I invited him to swim on weekends at my house.
Lucky me, he jumped at the chance.  It didn't bother him when I explained
the dress code either, he just said cool.

    We were getting ready for our first meet on Tuesday a couple weeks
after school started, and Chet was spending the weekend prior with me so I
could get some good practice in.  This would be the first time he spent the
night.  On Saturday afternoon I had just finished the 200 meter breast with
Chet timing when he blew my mind totally.

    "You're gay, aren't you."  he stated, standing over me while I was
trying to catch my breath hanging in the side of the pool.

    "Shit, man.  Why you think that?"

    "Cause I've seen how you check out the guys during practice.  Almost
like you're taking their suits off with your eyes."

    "You must be seeing things."

    "Nope.  And I saw one of the bookmarks on your puter."

    Fuck, there goes my extra coaching.  Shit.

    "So what of it?"

    "Nothing.  Just wanted you to know that I know."

    Huh?  What the fuck is he talking about?  "And?"

    "And nothing.  Don't bother me."

    Hmmm.  Maybe.  Won't hurt to ask, I guess.  "And you?"

    "No way, man."  He hefted his dick and grinned.  "This is only for
girls."

    The disappointment must have shown very clearly on my face.

    "Hey, Donny.  Just cause you like boys and I like girls doesn't mean
nothing.  We can still be buds, can't we?"

    Actually it would probably be pretty cool to have a friend who knew my
secret.  "Yeah, it's cool."

    "Rad.  I really like you Donny.  Just not that way."

    "Thanks.  I like you too, Chet.  And I will try to control myself
around you."

    "Hey, don't knock yourself out.  Just don't expect me to act the same."

    "Cool."

    And that started a friendship that would last for years.  But I get
ahead of myself.  That night I felt a little uncomfortable in my room when
we were both getting sleepy.

    "I'll let you have the bed and I'll sleep on the floor."

    "Bullshit, Donny.  Your bed is big enough for half the team, so the two
of us should fit just fine."

    "Yeah, but I usually sleep naked."

    "So do I.  So what's the problem?"

    "Uh."  Shit.  How could I go to sleep with this naked god laying next
to me and not touch him?  "Nothing."

    "Okay then.  Let's hit the hay.  Need lots of energy for tomorrow cause
I'm gonna run your ass ragged."

    "Okay.  Just let me go say good night to Dad."

    I didn't notice Chet follow me out.  I gave Dad my usual hug and kiss
and told him good night.  When I released him and turned around, I almost
ran right into Chet.  Shit.  Now he will think I am a real wimp.

    "Hope you don't mind Tom, but I am used to a hug before bed too."  And
Chet just walked right up to Dad and threw his arms around him.  I think my
jaw hit the floor.

    Dad looked surprised for a moment, then smiled and returned the hug.
"Not at all Chet.  Any time."

    "Great.  I think hugs are neat because they make both people feel
good."

    Then Chet turned and went back to my room.  "Coming to bed doofus?"

    "Just a sec, Chet.  Be right there."

    I turned to Dad with my jaw still dragging on the floor.

    "What was that all about?"

    "Well, son.  I don't know Chet that well yet, but I would guess that he
comes from a very secure family that doesn't mind showing affection."

    "Wow."

    "You know, son.  We are growing into that type of family too, you
know."

    "What do you mean?"

    "Well, did you think twice about coming out here tonight for your hug
and kiss with Chet here?"

    "No."

    "Well?"

    "Neat."  So I hugged him again.  "Chet's right.  This makes me feel
real good."

    "Me too, son.  Love you."

    "Love you too, Dad.  Good night."


TBC