Date: Sat, 8 Aug 2015 21:25:38 +0000 (UTC)
From: jhtravus@yahoo.com
Subject: Getting My Moody Son to Lighten Up- Chapter 1

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Getting My Moody Son To Lighten Up Ð Chapter 1



Mike:
	"Principal Carter, I assure you it won't happen again." I
apologized, forcing a smile. "Jeff's been going through some stuff ever
since his mom died."

	"Mr. Wilson, I sympathize with you and your son but after the 10th
time hearing this from you my patience is wearing thin." She said, glaring
at him, and giving a cold smile, her lipstick smudging even more than it
already had. "You need to control your son."

	"I'm working on it, ma'am." I said with a weak smile.



	"You need to cool it, dude." I growled at my son the second we had
stepped out of the principal's office.

	"Fuck off." He mumbled.

	"Oh, real nice." I said, shaking my head.

	"There's only two years left until graduation anyway. Then I'll
finally be out of your hands."

	"Oh yeah? And how do you presume that's going to happen if you
can't get into college, Jeff?" I said as we got to the car.

	"I'll get into college." He mumbled.

	"Yeah, and how are you going to do that if you're failing out of
high school?"

	"Whatever."

	"Maybe you wouldn't dread school so much if you made even an
attempt at making friends." I said, looking at him seriously. "But that
would require you to spend more than a minute outside of your bedroom
instead of just jacking off all day."

	"Just shut up." He said, angrily. "Everyone at my school sucks. I
don't want to be anything like them."

	"Hey, don't get me wrong. I remember what it was like at your
age. Spending quality alone time by myself was exactly what I wanted to be
doing then, too, but it was simpler then. With all this internet porn
there's no end in sight for you. You need to get out and experience it in
the real world."

	"Is there a point to all of this?" He sighed. He was clearly
embarrassed.

	I looked into my son's eyes and saw the complete lack of drive and
emotion that was on his face every day. He was a good looking kid. Great
looking. I'm sure he could have his pick of girls if he wanted to, but I'm
sure he was just as attitudinal with his peers at school as he was with
me. And besides, I'm pretty sure he wasn't even interested in girls. I had
found what he had been looking at on his computer and let's just say it
wasn't what I was expecting. My son was gay, hormonal, and his mom had
died. No wonder he had an attitude.

	Jeff's mom and I had been married 19 great years together when she
died suddenly. I knew it was hard on him and it was hard on me. My wife and
I had always had a feeling that Jeff was gay, and we so wanted to show him
that we loved him and supported him. Hell, I'd be lying if I said I hadn't
accepted a blow job from a guy before in college a few times, but that
seemed like a lifetime ago. I wish Jeff knew that he could count on me. He
didn't have to hide himself from me.

	"Jeff, I want you to know that I love you. And that if there's
anything you need to tell me I'll still love you."

	"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" He said, giving me an
annoyed look.

	"It's 2015, dude." I smiled. "If you're gay I'm totally cool with
it."

	Jeff looked at me with such anger I thought he was about to hit
me. This was the most emotion I had seen in his face since his mom
died. But then the anger stopped and for a split second I saw the little
boy who used to laugh on my lap and color me happy little cards on
holidays.

	"H-how did you know?"

	"You know, you millennials can sure run circles around me
technology-wise, but you've got to remember to clear the browser history on
the family computer every once in a while." I laughed.

	He laughed, too.

	"So you're not angry? Or disappointed?" He asked softly.

	"Jeff, I'm furious that I got the 10th call from the principal this
morning that you've been cutting class. I'm angry that you treat people
around you with such disdain and disrespect when I know that's not how you
were raised. I'm disappointed in you that you are so smart and have such
potential and you're squandering it away. But I could never be angry at you
for being gay. Never. I thought you knew me better than that."

      He seemed to look at me for a while and I could have sworn he was
deciding whether or not to cry. He didn't.

	"Well thanks." He said quietly. With Jeff, that was high praise.

	"I'm just treating you with respect. It'd be nice to get some back
every once in a while."

	"Well don't be such a douche all the time." He said, smiling.

	"I'm your father, Jeff, I can be as much of a douche as I want to
and you still have to respect me. Now where do you want to eat?"


	We got home and predictably, Jeff closed himself off in his room. I
could blame him for a lot of things, but I remember how my sex drive was
when I was his age. Hell, I was used to getting it almost every day before
my wife died so I know how it feels to have a high sex drive and no one to
share it with. I decided to take a shower, and as I started to take off my
clothes I took a good, hard look at myself in the mirror. I think I look
good for a forty five year old single dad. I still had women flirting with
me at the supermarket and I did keep myself active when I could, but I had
put my sex life on hold while Jeff was still in high school. He needed me,
and of all the things going on in his life, dealing with his dad's
girlfriends coming in and out of the house wasn't going to help. I had a
decent body. It's not like I had a six pack or anything, but I wasn't over
weight. My hair had some grey in it, much to my dismay, and my chest hair
was following suit. But still, I thought I looked good for my age. What I
would give to have Jeff's youthfulness and good looks. I sure as hell
wouldn't be spending my time alone in my room, that's for sure.


      When Jeff failed his English test the following week I had had it.

	"Dad, English is stupid, anyway. Why do I need to know about
Shakespeare if I want to work in Science anyway?"

	"Because you need to get into college to become a scientist, Jeff."

	"My grades in science and math are fine, Dad."

	"It's not enough."

	"Well I don't care, I can still pass English if I do okay on the
final."

	"You're still grounded, son."

	"What?" He shouted.

	"I told you last time if you failed any more tests you'd be
grounded."

	"That's not fucking fair!" He shouted again.

	"You know what? Keep saying things like that and see how it helps
you." I yelled back.

	"Whatever. It's not like I'm going anywhere anyway." He said,
laughing cockily. "Fuck this." He said, walking out of the room and
slamming his door.

	Nope. That really did me in.

	"What the fuck?" He yelled as I burst open the door of his bedroom.

	"Give me the computer, Jeff." I said from the doorway.

	"What? No." He said, with panic in his voice.

	"Grounding you isn't going to do anything, you said it
yourself. Give me the computer." I repeated.

	"You can't have my computer."

	"JEFF, GIVE ME THE GOD DAMN COMPUTER." I screamed.

	He looked at me for a second and gulped. I was furious. He got up
from his bed and turned off his computer. He glared at me as he unplugged
the laptop and shoved it into my chest.

	"I will not be talked to like that." I said, still fuming.

	"I'm going to bed." He said, coolly.


	The next few days went by very slowly, and I could feel Jeff's
disdain for me radiating from him. I had no idea how we had gotten to this
point. My own son hated me. Sure, I had hated my parents when I was his
age, too, but not this bad. I couldn't just hide in my room all day like he
did. And the worst part was that I missed him. I missed how happy he used
to be when my wife was alive. We were a perfect family. I hated myself that
that was taken away from him. I knew I didn't have the power to bring his
mom back, but I still felt like I had failed him. But if there was one
thing that was for sure, it was that giving him his computer back so that
he can go back to just being alone for the next two years was not going to
help him. I wanted my son back.

	"Jeff, I need to talk to you." I said, knocking on his door.

      "It's open." He mumbled.

	I opened the door and he was just laying on his bed, face up just
looking at the ceiling in the dark.

	I sat down on the end of his bed, trying to find the words I wanted
to say.

	"Jeff, I need you to know why I took away your computer."

	"I know why you took the computer." He mumbled.

	"Jeff, you can't just sit in your room all day on your computer
while everyone else your age is out having fun. I want you to be out there
with them."

	"You don't get it." He said.

	"What don't I get? They may not have had computers when I was your
age, but I know that this life isn't what you should be living."

	"It's not that."

	"Then what is it?"

	"You don't know what it feels like to be the only gay kid in
school."

	"OhÉ" I said, sadly.

	"You don't think I want to be going out with friends every night
and having real relationships with people like everyone else?"

	"Jeff, I want these things for you. But how are you going to
experience things like that if you don't try? You're a great looking guy."

	"It's not that easy. No one else at my school is gay."

	"Well how do you know that? Maybe they're afraid."

	"It's just not that simple."

	"I want you to connect with another human being, Jeff." I said,
seriously.

	"You meanÉ you mean like in a sexual way?" He asked awkwardly.

	"Well sure. Sexually, romantically, platonically. Just some
connection with another human being."

	"What, are you volunteering yourself?" He laughed.
	There was a long pause as a pondering look came over my face.

	"Why not." I said simply.

	"What are you talking about, Dad?" He asked incredulously.

	"I want you to experience a personal connection with another human
being, Jeff. I'd rather that person be someone your own age but I
understand how you feel. If that person needs to be me, then so be it. I'm
your father and I love you."

	"You're actually serious, aren't you?" He questioned cryptically.

	"And besides, it's not like you can get me pregnant." I laughed.

	"Dad, have you even ever done anything like this before?"

	"Sex? Sure. More than my fair share."

	"You know what I meant." He pressed.

	"Well, I've only had sex with women. There was the occasional
in-a-bind blowjob I accepted from a few guys in college, but nothing beyond
that. But honestly I'd rather take a dick up my ass than deal with your
attitude for another two years." I said half joking. I suddenly realized
that I had put something out there that I couldn't take back. I was really
going to do this.

	"So are you saying you'll let me fuck you if I change my attitude?"
He asked, a smile slowly spreading across his face.

	"If you stop being such a little prick I'll let you have my
ass. That goes for your behavior at home, at school, wherever. "

	"I can't believe this."

	"I'll drop my pants right now and we can shake on it." I said,
getting up from my seated position.

	I stood up in front of him, took a deep breath, and undid my
belt. With one fell swoop I dropped trou right in front of my son.

	For what seemed like an eternity I watched as he eyed me over. I
had a big cock. Even soft is was impressive. He looked it over and I swear
I saw his pupils dilate.

	"Damn, that's a big dick." My son mumbled under his breath. "Now
turn around."

	I sighed and did as he directed. I turned my back to him to where
my ass was now in his face. I knew I had a nice ass, but this was all so
new to me. I had never thought of my butt as an erotic object.

	"Very nice." My son complimented. "I have to say, pops, I'm
impressed. I knew you took care of yourself, but damn."

	I started to blush.

	"So you think you'll be able to keep your end of the deal?" I
teased, flexing my butt.

	"What do you say I take you for a test runÉ But I'm thinking
your chances are pretty good." He said cockily as he grabbed one of my ass
cheeks.

	My son was cocky, but I didn't expect his whole personality to
change instantly. I knew this was going to be a long process. Now I just
had to worry about keeping up my end of the bargain. Was I really about to
let my son fuck me? I knew it had to be at least somewhat pleasurable,
otherwise people wouldn't do it. But would I like it? I was about to find
out, I guess. And was I really starting to get hard right now?

	I heard the sound of a belt being unbuckled and my heart started
beating fast. This was it.

	"Why don't you start by getting my dick wet." I heard my son say.

	I turned around and jumped. My son is pretty tall for his age, but
I was still stunned at the size of the erection he was sporting. The apple
doesn't fall far from the tree, I guess. I'd have guessed it was an exact
replica of mine, same length and thickness. I was pushing a little under 10
inches and I'd be hard pressed to decide whose was bigger.

	"Holy shit." I gasped.

	"Why so surprised, Dad? You've got a huge dick yourself." He
laughed.

	"But I'm the one who is going to have to take it." I gulped.

	"I'll go easy on you."

	"Please son." I begged, staring deep into his eyes.