Date: Wed, 9 Feb 2011 08:02:46 -0800 (PST)
From: J S <football_dude74@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Football Party

I guess I should say what I've found other writers to say.  This is my own
story and I would appreciate it if no one ever tried to pass it off as
their own or something.  This is an original retelling of something that
happened to me the weekend of the super bowl this year.

If anyone wants to let me know what they think about my situation, please
respond at football_dude74@yahoo.com For sake of talking to me, it's J.

Here it is.

Well, I'm a bit nervous about writing because it's still so fresh in my
mind.  From what I take it on this website that I just found, this is
pretty much a fantasy to many readers.  Well, for me, it happened.  This
happened on the weekend of the super bowl.  The names are all changed for
obvious reasons but it happened.

I won't tell you my name but I will tell you everything else.  If a name
comes up, know that it is false for the purpose of keeping things
anonymous.

Okay.  I have been a fan of the super bowl ever since I was a little kid.
I grew up with the anticipation to watch a game and attended when I could.

Well, I lived with my son and so of course I also tried to pass on the love
for the game of football.

Now, he liked the sport just as much as I did but he didn't play and never
wanted to.  Instead he joined the wrestling team at school and loved that
sport instead.  Of course he always watched football with me when I had it
on the tv and that was enough for me.

Then before I knew it, the day had come and I had invited my friends to
come watch it in my living room.  They knew that I lived alone so that
meant just us guys and not having to worry about what we said and who heard
us.  Many of the guys took to my invitation right away.  I wasn't worried
about what would be said with my son there because honestly, I imagined he
heard about the same type of things at school or even with his friends so I
wasn't worried about him watching the game with us.

The day of the game I was getting everything together.  I was going from
the kitchen to the living room with the chips, pizzas in the oven, beers in
the ice bucket on the coffee table, and the channel where the game was
already on.

'Dad, need any help?' my son Ryan said when he walked down the stairs from
his room ready for the game in his favorite jersey and a pair of shorts
since we were staying inside for the day.

'Yeah, can you make sure the pizzas don't burn while I go get more food
from the store' I thought I had bought enough but I just got it all out
already.  I'm gonna get more, if anyone comes by, let them in all right?' I
said while getting my car keys and wallet from the kitchen counter.

'All right dad,' Ryan said and I dashed out of the house.

Even though the game was hours away I felt rushed because my buddies would
surely arrive any minute just to hang out as much as they could away from
their wives.  I ran into the store and grabbed pizzas, chips, and more
beers.  The line at the check out counter was long and I was impatient.
The good thing was that the store had the pregame on so I was entertained
until it was my turn.

'Ready for the game?' I heard a voice behind me say.

I turned around and saw a guy about my age with two six packs of beer under
his arms.  He was smiling and then nodded towards my full cart.

'Yeah, nothing like getting everything last minute,' I said to him and he
nodded in agreement.

'I hear yea man, my buddies got me on beer run,' he said as he lifted the
beers to show me.

'That's what happens man, have to be prepared,' I said and turned around to
see if the line had moved up a bit.

As I stared up again at the television behind the counter, I thought of the
guy behind me and how good looking he was.  From the few seconds I had
looked at him, his brown hair was nice and short and his blue eyes were
bright and inviting.  I also enjoyed his soft smile he gave me and tall
built.  As I thought of how to turn around in order to get another look at
him, he saved me from more thinking.

'Who you going for?' I heard his voice again ask.

Knowing full well that he was talking to me, I turned around and saw his
waiting face for my answer.

'The Packers,' I said and his smile let me know that he was on the same
page as me.

'My kind of team,' the brown haired stud said and it was my turn to nod in
agreement.

'Been a fan since I was young,' I said to him in my quest to get him to
talk to me more.

'You from Wisconsin?'

'Yeah, born and raised,' I said with pride in my words.

'I'm from Ohio but the first game of football that I ever saw was a game
between the Packers and Dallas Cowboys.  The way they played, I was loyal
then and there,' he said to me with his piercing eyes.

'Cool,' was all that I could say as the line in front of me was moving
closer and closer to the counter as more people were leaving the store and
more were entering it.

Again I turned to the television hanging on the wall for a little thinking
time but I didn't need it.

'Watching the game at your place or a friend's?' the voice that was now
exciting me said.

'My place, and you?' I said once again turning to face him.

'Buddy from work's house.  Got the boys together, the wives went shopping
for the day with our cards so it'll be a good time,' he said and it was my
turn to smile and laugh.

'I hear ya.  Your wife must have been happy to leave today,' I said to him.

'I'm actually single, no wife,' he said and it was as if he had asked me to
kiss him then and there.

'Oh, sorry if I shouldn't have said that,' I told him, not knowing if it
was a serious topic or not.

'It's all right, been quite happy since she left actually,' he told and
then nodded in front of him.  I turned around and saw the line had moved
up.

When I was now a foot up, I turned around and saw this brown haired man
looking at the television screen with his focused eyes.

'Hello sir,' I heard behind me and turned around to see the clerk waiting
to charge me.

'Sorry,' I said and set on the belt the food and beer I had.

As he was ringing me up, I looked to my right and saw the guy looking at
me, his strong eyes brighter now for some reason.

'That'll be 64.32,' the clerk said and I swiped my card through.

'I'll see ya,' I said as I grabbed the bags off the counter and the man
with the blue eyes nodded and waved.

I couldn't help but think that I was messing up by not asking him for his
name or number but I thought of how weird it would look to everyone around
us if I did.  I walked out of the store and set my bags in the car.  I sat
in the driver's seat and wondered if I should wait or if I should leave.  I
continued looking at the store's door and decided to wait.  When he walked
out, I would be pretending to be looking for something in the seat and
maybe he would come over to my car.

I saw the door open and right away I made my head bend over to my seat but
I knew to stay visible enough so that he would see the top of my head
through my window.  When a couple of seconds passed when I thought he had
set his bags in his car, I was nervous that he had left without noticing
me.  I lifted my head up and saw him still loading up his car.

I decided to be bold and got out of the car.  When I looked over at his
direction he saw me and waved again.

'Hey,' I said as cool as I could.

Then I bent down and started looking around the floor.

'Looking for something?' I heard his voice say.

'Yeah, I think I dropped a twenty dollar bill.  I had it in my shorts but I
can't find it.  It must have fallen out of them, they're pretty loose,' I
said and I saw him look at my shorts and then the floor around my feet.

'Let's see if I can help you,' he said and looked at the direction of the
store door and then at the floor.  He was really looking, trying to help me
and I wondered how it was that I was going to get his name or number.  Then
I decided to wing it.

'Are you sure you had it with you?' he asked me when he couldn't find it
either when it had never been lost.

'Yeah, I remember I put it right next to my cards,' I said and even took
out my credit cards to show him.  I knew the bill was there all along when
I said, 'Oh man, I'm so stupid.  It was between the cards, see?'

I showed him that the bill was right there and even laughed about it.

'It happens,' he said and I took my chance.

'Thanks a lot for you help, uh, I'm sorry, I don't even know your name.'

'I'm Scott,' he said and extended his hand out to me.

'I'm Jason,' I said and shook his firm hand in mine.

He smiled as our hands held on to one another and then he pulled away.

'Well, I have to get going man, my buddies are waiting on me with the
beer,' he said and I nodded.  'See you.'

'See ya,' I said and got in my own car.  I saw him pull out of the parking
space and then drive off into the street.

I turned my car on and did the same.  As I was driving, I couldn't believe
the boner that I had.  When I could I would look down at my shorts and see
the shape of my dick on my right thigh.  I even gave myself a couple of
squeezes when I could and even yanked on it a little.  I had to stop myself
though because I knew that I would blow my load in my shorts and I wasn't
going to meet my buddies with a stained front.

When I pulled into my driveway I saw two cars that I knew belonged to Kevin
and Michael.  I made sure my dick had softened when I got out of the car
and opened the back door to get the bags full of food.

'Hey Jason,' I heard a shout over my shoulder and I turned around to see my
neighbor Nathan waving from his front door.

'Hey Nate, ready for the big game?' I shouted and he raised up his own bags
from another store.

'What you got going on over there?' Nathan yelled and I raised the bags I
had.

'Got company?' he shouted at me.

'Yeah man, you?'

'Sure do, gotta get back inside, talk to you later when the Packers lose!'
he said with a smile.

'You wish man,' I yelled back and closed the doors of my car before walking
to the front door.

I was going to set the bags on the floor when the door in front of me
opened and I saw my buddy Michael standing there.

'Hey dude, what took you so long?' he said while taking two bags from me.

'Long line at the store,' I said and closed the door when I walked in.

'We're all here waiting for you,' Michael said and then yelled into the
living room, 'Jason's here!'

'Jason!' I heard Kevin, Peter, and Brad yell as they walked into the
kitchen to meet us.

'Guys, good to see ya,' I said and gave them all a man's hug with high
fives.

'Want me to put these in the oven dad?' I heard Ryan ask me as he got the
food out of the bags.

'Sure son, thanks a lot,' I told him and put the new beers in the fridge.

'Pregame doesn't have to just mean the television,' Kevin said as he handed
me a beer and everyone sat down on the large couch.

'Got that right,' Brad said and we all clinked our beers together.

'So what's going on with you guys' It's been a while,' I said to them and
looked around at my friends.

'I finally got that promotion at work,' Michael said and lifted his beer to
the air.

'Here , here,' I said and we all put our beer bottles together.

'I got the account and I'm heading it all on my own,' Kevin said and again
we put our beers together.

'My son started to walk two days ago,' Brad said and we all cheered for his
great news with another clinking of our beers.

'The merger with the company I bought went through,' Peter said and we all
had to stand up to cheer all of our great news together.

'I can't believe so much happened in a month,' Brad said and I nodded.

'Why do we let work get so much of our time before we realize we need to
see our friends again?' I said and everyone shrugged their shoulders.

'Doesn't matter, we're here now,' Kevin said and we all had to agree.

'How's Ryan been doing in wrestling?' Michael asked and it was my turn to
be proud.

'Well, he hasn't lost a single match all season and I'm pretty damn proud
at the wrestler he is,' I said and of course my buddies had to toast to me
too.

'That's great man,' Kevin said and we all turned our attention to the
television after that.

The pregame was good and we were all just waiting for the real game to
start.  The pizza and chips were getting smaller and smaller by the minute
as all the guys had their hands all over the plates and bowls.  The dip was
starting to get on the table but I didn't care.  I would clean it up later.
I wanted to spend time with my best buddies for the entire day.

'Dad, I'm going to my room for a bit, I'll come back later on all right?'
Ryan said and I turned up to look at him.

'All right son,' I said and saw as he started to walk towards the stairs
with his phone at his ear.

'Calling the girlfriend since everyone is downstairs huh?' Michael said and
I turned to him with a shrug.

'Who knows my friend,' I said and grabbed a handful of chips.

'Ryan's dating?' Kevin asked as he drank from his beer.

'I'm not sure.  Maybe,' I said and for some reason I started to feel guilty
that I didn't even know if my son was dating anyone.

'He should, good looking kid,' Peter said and I had to agree with a nod.

'I have to pee,' Brad said and stood up.

'If you need anything, let me know,' I said to him as he left the living
room.

'Hey Jason,' Kevin said as he leaned back on the sofa with his legs spread
out and his shorts revealing some of his strong thighs.

'Sup,' I said.

'Anything new with you?'

'No, not really, just working, excited for the game,' I said.

'Cool,' Kevin said and drank more of his beer.

When Peter came down he walked into the kitchen and came back with more dip
for the chips.

After thirty minutes of talking with my buddies and drinking too much beer
it was my turn to go to the bathroom.

'Be back in a minute guys,' I said and stood up.  'Anyone need anything?'

Everyone said no and I turned around to go up the stairs.

To get to the bathroom you had to pass by Ryan's room and as I heard the
loud television downstairs, I also heard my son's voice from his room.

Wondering who he was talking to, I pressed my ear to the door.

'Why are you being such a bitch?' Ryan hissed behind his door.

I wondered who he was talking to like that and then he said, 'You're such a
fucking asshole, you know that right' Of course you do,' he said and then I
heard him slam his phone.

'Fuck!' I heard him silently yell and I was about to knock when I felt the
urge to pee.

Knowing I would ask him when I came back out, I headed for the bathroom.

I started to pee when I heard a knock on the door.

'Busy,' I said and the knock didn't come again.

When I finished, I started to wash my hands and then I dried them before I
opened the door.  Ryan was standing there, wishing to go in.  I saw that
his eyes were a bit red so I had to ask him what had happened.

'Were you crying?' I asked him, standing in front of him.

'No, some dust got in my eyes, I wanted to go the bathroom to wash it all
out,' he said and I knew he was lying to me.

'All right,' I said sensing that he didn't want to talk about anything
right then.  'I'll be downstairs with the guys, come down and hang out.'

'Yeah, will do,' he said and closed the door of the bathroom behind him.

I walked downstairs and joined back in with my friends.  The day was
getting on and the food was making us all full.  Pretty soon we were all
just leaning way back on the couch and had a beer in our hand at all times.
It wasn't until about an hour after I had gone to the bathroom that I saw
Ryan had joined us again.

'Ryan!' Kevin half-yelled when he saw him.  'Where ya been man?'

'My room, I miss anything?' he said.

'Nah, just filler stuff,' Brad said and continued watching the television.

'Cool,' Ryan said and sat next to me on the couch.  Kevin was at his left
side and I was to his right.

'Want a beer?' I asked Ryan, thinking he probably needed one after the
conversation he had in his room and the crying he had done.

'You serious?' he asked, not believing me.

'Sure, take it,' I said and he reached ahead of him for it.  'Just don't
make it a habit,' I added with a serious face.

'I won't, and thanks dad,' he said and we clinked our beers.

Finally it was time for the game of the year and I was in full fan mode.  I
had on my favorite jersey as all the guys did and once the kick off started
we were sucked in.

The first touchdowns we lost our minds with yelling.  I knew the Packers
were going to take the entire thing to the end!

Every fumble and tackle was a near form of panic for me.  I was so excited
to be watching the game as I always was every year that before I knew it, I
was drinking beer as if it were water and I had to run to the bathroom
gain.

'Shit,' I said not being able to hold it for much longer and dashed up the
stairs.  I peed and quickly washed my hands before running downstairs.

Then halftime came.

'Whew,' I said when the halftime was declared.

'Some fuckin game!' Michael yelled and he and Brad bumped chests.

'Let me get the rest of the pizzas out here,' I said and went into the
kitchen.

'Dad?' I heard Ryan's voice say behind me.

'What's up son?'

'I'll just tell you later,' he said before turning around to walk back to
the living room.

'Something the matter?' I asked him, wanting him to know that he was
important to me.

'I'll tell you later, let's just watch the game,' Ryan said before leaving
the kitchen for good and sitting back on the couch.

'He all right?' Peter asked when he walked into the kitchen to get a slice
of the hot pizza.

'I hope so, but I don't know,' I said and told him to bring the chips with
him.

'Such bad music,' Michael said when the Black Eyed Peas started to perform
and we all had to agree.

'Why not some Bob Dylan or something?' Kevin said and we all had to agree
with him.

'No kidding,' Ryan said and everyone turned to smile at him in approval,
including me.

Before the second half was about to start that's when all the guys had to
run to the bathroom to be sure they weren't about to get up during the
game.

'One at time guys,' I said and Kevin walked in first.

'I really have to go though,' Brad said and he even grabbed onto his crotch
to emphasize.

'Come in then who cares?' Kevin said and he left the door open behind him.

'All right,' Brad said and he walked in.

At that point, they didn't close the door and the rest of us guys were
standing in the hallway, able to hear their peeing and me able to watch
their dicks.

I saw how each looked at his own dick and then put them into their shorts
once more before washing their hands and walking out.

This time only Michael went in alone, followed by Peter, then Ryan and
finally me.

When we finished we all met downstairs again for the beginning of the
second half and once again we were all in game mode.

The game was the primary thing on my mind but every once in a while, I
would think back to the bathroom and see Brad and Kevin's dicks out,
releasing themselves.  When I felt I could, I would look down at their
crotches and see their outlines, their beautiful outlines.

Now, I have never done anything sexual with my friends except for the one
time when Kevin and I were planting the new trees all over the back of my
house and how we had to dig out the old plants and cement.  When we were
finished, we were covered in dirt and had to shower right away because the
heat and our sweat were too much for us to take.  The sweat had begun to
fall into our eyes and we were so desperate to be cleaned that we decided
to shower together.  We didn't think it a big deal and it took the most in
me to make myself stay soft in the shower with my fit friend but I managed
to do it and he never knew that I jerked off to him that night.

'Whoa!  Did you see that' Oh man!' Kevin yelled and I brought my eyes back
to the screen.  I had missed the touchdown so my reaction was a little
late.  I managed to pull it off as being shocked by the touchdown and they
believed me.  We moved into the center of the living room and high fived
each other as if we had done the touchdown ourselves.  We sat back down and
I grabbed another slice of warm pizza.

I was now focusing again on the television and as I bit into the pizza, the
sauce fell on the top of my Jersey.

'Oh shit,' I said and quickly grabbed a napkin to clean it off with.

'Whoa, whoa, whoa!'  Brad yelled and quickly I turned back to the
television.  His false alarm pissed me off when I realized he was just
messing with me and how could I be angry at his smiling face'

As the game was nearing the end, I knew we had it and so did my buddies.
We cheered when it was official and everyone stood up to hug and high five
as we had been doing all day with the excitement coursing through my house.

'Whoo!' yelled Kevin and he drank the rest of his beer in one gulp.

'Oh guys, the wife's calling,' Michael said and answered for us to hear.

'Hey honey, yeah, the game just finished.  You on your way' Great cause I
can't drive.  Tell the girls' to get their guys in their cars too cause we
are hammered!' he yelled and everyone cheered along with him.

'Thanks honey,' he said and hung up.

'That's it boys, wrapped it all up!' Brad said as he opened another beer
and threw himself on the couch as we had been sitting all day.

'I cannot be any happier right now,' I said to them and they all agreed
with me.

After twenty minutes of just hanging out and reeling in the victory, we
heard the horn honking outside.  Michael looked out and confirmed that it
was his wife.

'She's got the van so let's go guys,' Michael said everyone started to
leave.

'I'll call you all to make sure we hang out again,' I said to my friends
and they agreed closing the door behind them.

'What a mess,' Ryan said as he turned down the volume on the television and
started to pick up the empty beer bottles on the table.

'I know, but hey, it's what I signed up for when I told them the game was
going to be here,' I told him and began to pick up with him.

When I was putting the uneaten food away, Ryan's phone rang.  I looked at
him to see what his reaction was going to be and he threw the garbage he
had in his hands in the trash can.

'Can I take this?' he said and I nodded at him.

He left the kitchen and I knew he was going to go back to his room.

Wanting to be nosy, I thought about going back up the stairs to listen at
his door but I had too much to clean so I decided against it.  I put the
empty beer bottles on the corner of the kitchen when I would be able to
recycle them in the morning after my hangover that I was sure I was going
to get subsided.

After twenty minutes of cleaning, Ryan came back downstairs and I was
washing the dishes.

'You finished,' he said and I nodded.

'Yup,' I said as I washed the chip bowls and set them on the counter to
dry.

'Okay, well, I'm going to sleep then,' he said and I told him good night.

I finished cleaning the little things I had to do and then turned off all
the lights and television before going upstairs to my room.  Once I got in,
I took off everything except my boxers and threw it in the hamper to wash.
I turned on the television I had in my room and with the excitement still
pumping through me, I decided to put in a DVD to jerk off to.  I chose my
favorite one and closed the door with a lock before I threw myself on my
bed.  I left my boxers on and felt it hotter to massage my dick with my
boxers between my hand and my dick.  I lifted my legs up and opened myself
so that my dick could eventually find itself out of the opening.  I knew
the keep the volume down for fear that I would be heard but I loved
watching porn's that had stories, I loved getting into the story and then
the anticipation that I knew they would fuck.  I was massaging myself and
jerking my dick for a few minutes before I felt close and would quickly
pull

 my hand away.  I did this until I was leaking more and more precum.

Then my mind went to the bathroom scene earlier on in the day and I
wondered what my friends tasted like.  I wondered what it would be like if
I would have them in front of me and if I could grab on their dicks and
jerk it for them.  For us to be able to stand in front of each other and
press our hard cocks into one anothers.  I felt myself getting closer but I
didn't want to reach my orgasm yet so I moved over to the feet of the bed
and I leaned on my stomach so that I would rub my dick against the soft
white sheets.

Then I thought of him, Scott from the store early in the day.  I started to
move myself more aggressively against my bed sheets and thought of how hot
he looked in his shorts and how his fit body could still be visible under
his polo and shorts.  I lifted my ass off the bed and used my right hand to
jerk my dick.  My face was still against the bed sheets and I couldn't
control the moans that were coming from my mouth.  I wanted to feel another
guy so badly at that second that I was going to scream when I heard a knock
on my door.

I quickly became quiet and paranoid that I had been heard.  Right away my
dick started to soften because of the fear.  I quickly grabbed the remote
control and turned off the television.  The stillness of the room and my
breathing made me more nervous before I could speak.

'Yeah?' I said with a close breath.

'Dad, are you busy?' Ryan asked me.

'Not really,' I lied and sat up on the bed.  I then stood up and started to
look for my boxers.  When I put them on I went to the door and unlocked it
before opening it for my son.

'You all right?' I asked him and saw him in his gray t-shirt and black
shorts.

'I just want to talk to you about something, can I?'

'Of course,' I said and let him in.

He walked in and sat on the edge of the bed.  I went over to sit down next
to him and then I felt the wet spot I had made in my boxers.  I was glad
they were dark blue so it wasn't so obvious but I still covered myself a
bit with my hands.

'What's going on?' I asked him.

'Well, I wanted to talk to you since early on in the day but I decided to
wait,' he said and I could tell he was bothered by something.

'What is it?'

'Well, okay, this is a bit weird to say because I haven't told anyone but,
I don't feel right.'

'Feel right about what?'

'Well, about specific things,' he said and I could tell he was nervous.

'Like what?'

'Like, who I like,' he said and then his eyes came up to mine.

I let him continue before I made any assumptions about what he wanted to
say.

'I don't think I want a girlfriend, ever.'

I looked at him and realized he was coming out to me.

'Why?' was all that I could ask in the least negative way.

'Because I don't like girls that way, I never have.'

'Wow,' I said and let out a sigh of relief.

'Is it a problem?' he asked me, uncertainty in his face.

'Of course not,' I said and put my right arm around him.  'It isn't a
problem.'

Now I know it's kind of sudden how he decided to tell but it's just the way
it happened.  I had never thought that Ryan was into guys but here he was,
telling me differently.  I accepted him and even though I wasn't ready to
tell him that I was gay too, I allowed him to tell me what he wanted and
felt.

'I was seriously wondering about telling you this for some weeks now but I
decided today was best since you were so happy and excited,' Ryan said with
a nervousness in his voice.

'It's all right son, don't worry,' I told him and squeezed his shoulder.

'Thanks dad, you have no idea how much of a relief this is,' he said and
smiled at me.

I smiled back and then he caught me by surprise.

'I feel really good about getting this off my chest, like closer to you,'
he said and I had to agree.

'I think so too,' I said to him.

'Well, now that the hard part's over, can I tell you something else about
today?'

'Yeah, sure.'

'During the pregame, I got a call from a guy from school who I've been
seeing and he basically broke up with me.  When you asked me when you came
out of the bathroom if I had been crying and I told you no, I lied.  I
cried a lot dad,' he said and I saw how his face started to shake.

'Don't worry, you'll see there's a lot of people out there for you,' I
reassured him the best way I could.

'It's just that it sucks.  I mean, he was my first boyfriend.  I was his
second and now he wanted to get back with his first.  He said some bad shit
about me and it just hurt coming from him,' he revealed and I thought back
to my first heartbreak from another guy in college.

'Well son, I can only tell you that break ups hurt and they will always
hurt when the person meant a lot to you.  Just take it a day at a time and
pretty soon, the pain will be less and less.'

'I hope so,' he said and leaned his head on my shoulder.  I felt the trust
he had for me and I accepted his lean on me.

'It just sucks,' he said and I had to agree, remembering Robert.

'Dad, I don't want to sleep alone tonight, do you mind if I stay here
tonight?'

'Sure, that's fine,' I said and wondered how I was going to get the gay
porn out of my television that would turn on once I turned the tv back on.

'Okay, let me go brush my teeth and I'll come back,' he said standing up
and I dashed for the television screen.  I turned it on and sure enough,
the screen was full of man sex.  I took out the DVD and put it back in its
place before turning the channel to a regular show.

When Ryan came back in, I could tell that he seemed more relaxed.  I was
now leaning on the headboard of the bed still in my boxers and he still in
his t-shirt and shorts.

'I sleep in my boxers too, that all right?' he said and I nodded at him as
I watched the television screen.

When he pulled his t-shirt over his head I couldn't do anything but marvel
at his fit body.  He loved wrestling and spent a lot of time working out in
the weight room at his school and it was evident in his great physique.
Then he went for his shorts and pulled them down before letting them fall
to his side of the floor.  Then he leaned on the headboard as I was doing
and crossed his legs in the same manner.

'This is so relaxing,' Ryan said and turned to smile at me.

I returned his smile and nodded in agreement.  Knowing that in order to
bust my but I would have to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night,
I said that I was getting tired and he agreed with me turning off the
television.  In turn he stood up to turn off the lights in the room and
walked back to the bed.  Everything with this boy was perfection and here,
I was the man that had helped create him.

We got in under the covers and I faced the wall with my boner coming back.
Ryan was on his back and before I knew it, I was falling asleep.

'Dad?' his voice said startling me.

'Yeah Ryan?'

'Could I ask you something, personal?'

'Like what?' I said, turning around to face the ceiling as well.

'Well, you don't have to answer if you don't want to but, have you ever
been with a guy' Just once' A kiss or something?'

'I have,' I said, not thinking clearly with the sleep still in the back of
my eyes.

'You have?'

'Yeah,' I said, realizing what it was that I had said.

'When?'

'In college.'

'Wow.'

'Yeah, wow.  His name was Robert and we were in the same math class our
freshman year.  We met when he asked me if I understood the problem the
professor had assigned us for the first ten minutes of class.  I told him I
did and he asked me to help him.  When we finished he said he understood so
much better because of me and asked me if he wanted me to study with him.
I told him it was all right and pretty soon we were friends and studied all
of our classes together even when the only one we had in common was math.
Well, we hung out and one night we went partying together.  On our way back
to the dorm where we both lived I was really drunk and he was having to
carry me back.  He took me to my room and we saw that my roommate wasn't
home yet.  Robert got me in bed and in the light of the room, I saw his
face and how good looking he was.  He leaned down to kiss me and then he
got in my bed with me.  All we did that night was kiss.'

'Wow.'

'I know,' I said and remembered that night as if I was experiencing it all
over again.

'Was it a good kiss?'

'Yeah, a really good one.'

'What happened to Robert??'

'Well, we started to date after that if you can believe it and after six
months, he broke up with me.'

'Are you serious dad' You were in a relationship with a guy?'

'I was,' I said to him and found myself getting teary eyed at the memories
I was having.

'Why did he break up with you?'

'He said he was new to liking guys and wanted to see what else was out
there so yeah, he dumped me.'

'I'm sorry,' Ryan said and I had to smile at myself.  He felt bad as if he
was in the relationship when he was nowhere near being in my life.

'Thanks Ryan,' I said and took a deep breath in.

'His name was Andrew,' Ryan said and I knew he was talking about his
ex-boyfriend.  'We met on the wrestling team.  One day he asked me to stay
to work out with him and I agreed.  Pretty soon we were alone in the weight
room when he stood up and said we should shower.  We went to the lockers
and then to the showers.  He took the shower head next to me and even
though I was a little nervous since I had a crush on him, he acted as cool
as ever.  Then he began to wash his crotch and I saw how his dick was
growing in front of me.  I couldn't take my eyes off him and he walked over
to me and put his hand on me.  I loved it as much as I thought I would and
he kissed me.  That's all we did but I was in love right then and there.
He told me liked me and asked me to be his boyfriend.  I agreed and
everything was great until he started to get really angry at me whenever I
would talk to another guy when he was just a friend.  He would think
otherwise

 but I didn't know how to talk to him.  He broke up with me today because
he thought I was hanging with someone else today even though I told him I
was going to be home with you.  He didn't believe me and told me all this
mean shit,' Ryan said and I could hear that he was getting ready to cry
again.

'It's all right Ryan,' I said and patted him on the arm.

'Thanks dad, you're really great,' he said and moved closer to me.  He
turned his body towards me and set his arm across my chest.  I was nervous
because the thoughts of Robert had me getting hard again and with Ryan's
fit body so close to mine I knew I was going to be in rough situation.

Before I knew it, I could hear his steady breathing.  I moved his arm away
from me and went outside of my room to use the hallway bathroom.  My dick
was still hard and I closed the door behind me.  I sat on the toilet seat
and took my cock into my hand.  I reached for my towel and put it in front
of my dick to catch my cum.  I was jerking myself off so hard that within
two minutes I was cumming.  I couldn't control my moans and pulled on my
dick more and more even though I was done cumming.

When I finished I cleaned the remaining cum from my dick and put the towel
in the hamper.  I brought my boxers back up and washed my hands.  When I
walked to my room I slowly opened the door and saw Ryan was face down on
the bed.  I slowly got back in and felt myself getting closer to sleep.  I
took a deep breath and smiled at my relaxed self.

'Dad, did you just jerk off?' I heard my son's voice ask and I instantly
blushed.

'What?' I said, not believing I had just heard him ask me that.

'I could hear you from the bathroom.  Everything was quiet except for the
moans you were making.  Why didn't you just jerk off here?'

'Uh, because you're here,' I said to him and then he moved his head.

'It doesn't matter.  I want to jerk off too,' he said.

With that he turned around and I could see his tent in his boxers.  He
pushed the covers down and began to squeeze his dick.

'Can I?' he asked me.

'Sure,' I said and didn't know if I should get up and leave or sit back and
watch him.  It didn't seem that he cared if I stayed so I did.

I saw Ryan pull down his boxers and I saw his hard dick for the first time.
I could see he and I were very close to being identical in the dick
department.  He looked up at me and then used his left hand to pull on his
balls.  I saw as his stomach moved in and out and saw that he trimmed his
pubes which made his dick look bigger just as mine looked.  I looked him in
the face and he continued to pull on his dick.

'Do you do it like this dad?' he said and I had to catch my breath.

'Yeah,' I said in a small whisper.  'Just like that.'

I felt my dick getting hard again and I wanted to badly to join him in
jerking my dick but I couldn't.  I didn't feel comfortable doing it.

'Why don't you jerk off again' Your dick's hard,' Ryan said and I lifted my
legs up a bit.

'No, I'm fine,' I said and stood up to go to the bathroom connected to my
room.  I didn't want to see him doing that.

With the door closed, I put my ear on it and heard my son had stopped.  I
felt guilty and weirded out by the excitement that I had built inside of
me.  I squeezed my dick and wanted so badly to pull on my dick as hard as I
could but I didn't.  I held it off.

When I thought he was done, I walked back out and saw him facing the wall,
away from me.  I didn't know if he came or not but I got into bed and faced
my wall.

I don't know.



Has anything like this ever happened to anyone?  It would help me a lot if
I heard from other fathers who have been in such a situation or anything
really that made them think.  Thanks.