Date: Wed, 11 Dec 2013 03:38:18 -0500
From: derek guyson <drekguy08grad@gmail.com>
Subject: Discovering Our Truths (Part I & Part II)

This is the story of a father's awakening to the beauty of his own son.

This story involves sexual events between an adult man and his underage
son. It is entirely fictional, but if the subject matter offends you in
anyway or you are not supposed to be reading such material than you should
probably get off of this page and exit the site.

This story is entirely fictional as far as I know, but I'm sure somewhere,
in some house similar events could be unfolding as we speak. Just imagine...

Now pull your pants down and get your cocks up.


PART I

It was nearly one in the morning on a Saturday night, which meant my wife
was working another 12 hour shift at the hospital and I was off of my 9 to
5 for the weekend. As usual I found myself becoming irritated with our
mismatched work schedules, considering that I am a very horny guy. Luckily
I had recently started browsing the net and became overwhelmed with the
endless options for porn to beat off to. Like most men, my porn searches
had begun basic enough, big tits, tight pussy, and the like, but after a
while my imagination got the better of me and I found myself spending hours
in the night searching videos and stories that fulfilled my deeper, darker
interests. I suppose this is the part where I supply a little bit of
backstory...

My name is Frank, but I usually go by Frankie, I'm 40 years old and I work
construction. I met my wife Joan in college, where we were both majoring in
Psychology. We became fast friends and quickly fell in love and well,
before we knew it we were expecting a baby. I remember the combination of
fear and excitement that I experienced when she first told me the news. I
had always wanted children, and I was deeply in love with Joan, but my life
seemed to be suddenly propelling forward without me. Before I knew it we
had finished our final year of school, accepted our diplomas and moved to a
small town outside of the city limits. We were married just days before the
arrival of our son James and finally everything felt right with the world.
Over the next several years Joan began working at a nearby hospital as a
Crisis Clinician, dealing with suicidal junkies or something. I worked my
way through a few community outreach programs working as a counselor, but I
grew tired of dealing with other people's bullshit so I went into
construction, which is how I had paid my way through school.

                I gave up a lot of myself when I married Joan. Before our
relationship became serious I had been somewhat of a ladies man and always
found myself at the center of the party. Joan was never a drinker and
preferred the quiet comforts of home to the bass thumping beats of booze
and sex filled frat house, but the hardest thing for me to give up was my
desire to be touched by another man. I guess you can chalk it up to the
usual psycho-babble about my absentee father and how that grew into me
being a bi-curious closeted womanizer, but whatever stereotype you want to
apply to me the fact was that I craved cock. Ever since I was 14 years old
I remember sleepovers at friend's houses and every time the late-night
talks would turn to jacking off and which girl in class we wanted to get
sucked off by, I was the kid in the room who was secretly waiting, hoping
and praying that the guys would launch into a circle jerk or better yet,
that they would all take turns sucking me off and fucking me with their
growing teenage cocks. When I married Joan I knew that the dream was over.
I never stopped looking, checking guys out at the gym, not to mention being
surrounded by sweaty, toned guys on the construction site day in and day
out. Summers were the worst on me. Every year there would be a fresh batch
of young hot guys who found work alongside me and night after night I found
myself beating off furiously with their images fresh in my mind. Fantasies
were all I would allow myself. I was a married family man now and I had to
accept that. Right?

                Recently my internet searches consisted of images of
younger and younger guys. Perhaps I was seeking out guys who were the same
age I was on those teenage sleepovers. Maybe I felt connected to them
because I saw myself in them. A doe eyed boy who's just beginning to
understand what his dick is for. Maybe I... no! There's no need to
psycho-analyze me folks. I had quite simply stumbled upon some pictures and
videos of hot young guys fucking and something had been awakened inside of
me; a desire that I hadn't even known existed. I discovered that I am more
than a bi-curious closeted married man. I am a bi-curious closeted married
man who craves sweet young cock.



PART II

So there I was, in the darkness of my bedroom, illuminated only by the glow
of my laptop. My searches for the night were centered on one thing... Tommy.

                Tommy was my son James' best friend who had been staying
over every other weekend for the past couple of months. The boys were both
13 and full of energy. There were times I would have to leave the room when
they would start wrestling around, because the image of their young, tight
bodies struggling for domination over one another was just too much to
stand through. Surely they would catch sight of my raging hard-on that I
continued to readjust for comfort.  Tommy was taller than James and
slightly more toned. His face had a beautiful dusting of freckles which
accented the red tones in his strawberry-blonde hair. Sometimes I would
catch a glimpse of him scratching his nuts when the boys were watching TV
and I would have to escape to the garage for a quick tug on my 6 inch cock.

                I prowled site after site searching for images that
reminded me of Tommy, but so few seemed to compare. I rubbed my cock
through my boxer shorts as I made my way from Xtube, to Tumblr and Nifty.
Feeling hopeless, I logged onto Omegle and started cycling through video
feeds. Dozens of pantie clad girls with wet spots over there pussies and
fat hairy grandpas stroking their shriveling dicklets filled the screen.
There were a couple hotties that I managed to keep chatting for a while but
one after the other, their boyhood stamina failed them before I could bust
my nut. I was about to close out of the site when the chat box refreshed
again and a room came into focus. For a second I thought I was just
overtired and seeing things, or that it was merely a coincidence but when a
shirtless young man came onto the screen and took his place before the
camera I could no longer deny what I was seeing. The room was just down the
hall from mine and the boy on the screen, whose bare chest had never caught
my eye in this way, was that of my own son James.