Date: Sat, 23 Oct 2010 09:13:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: Henry Brooks <hankster1430@bellsouth.net>
Subject: My Son is Gay   Short story

My son is gay.  He came out to me just after his fourteenth birthday.  He
was shaking like a leaf when he told me, so I wrapped myself around his
runty body and comforted him as best I could.  He was very relieved that I
took it so well.  When he stopped crying I told him how brave he was, and I
took him out to his favorite restaurant to celebrate his courage.  He had a
great hamburger at Wendy's and I had one of their tasty salads.

I am big and brawny.  I played football in high school and college.  After
I graduated, I started my own construction company, and my good looks got
me far, but I also hope my abilities had more to do with my success than
with my physical attributes.

Sonny (AKA Sean) wasn't so lucky.  During his first two years of high
school, he was constantly bullied and called faggot.  My brave son endured
this torture and never told me about it.  The moodiness and depression,
which he suffered as a result, seemed normal to me in a pre adolescent, and
then in a full blown teen ager.  I also chalked it up to his being
"different."

But when I noticed a cut on his lip one day, and the shirt he was wearing
was bloody, I asked him point blank what was going on.  He confessed to me
the torture he was enduring, and I vowed to put a stop to it, but in a way
that his tormentors would not expect.  Twice a week I left my work early
and took Sonny to my gym.  I got him a personal trainer and a boxing
instructor.

Little by little Sonny began to change.  His muscles began to bulge and he
had a sudden growth spurt.  I am six feet tall and before I knew what had
happened, Sonny was two inches taller.  Unfortunately his tormentors were
growing also, and his torture continued.  On the first day of his senior
high school year, the tables were turned.

Sonny had been working out and taking boxing lessons for almost a year.  As
he left the campus that day, he was beset by three of his tormentors.  He
dropped his books, looked them in the eye and they froze.  His glare was a
steel blade burning through their eyes.  With three quick jabs, each of his
tormentors was knocked to the ground.  Two of them were out cold.  The
other tried to get up and Sonny helped him.

"Are you OK Len?" he asked.  The kid nodded and started to run away, but
Sonny held him tight and extended his hand as if to shake the other's.  The
boy was so amazed, he shook Sonny's hand and muttered, "I'm sorry man.  It
will never happen again."

"Please help me with these guys," Sonny said.  Len and Sonny helped the
other two boys up and they came around.  They were too stunned to move, and
they were afraid that if they ran Sonny would floor them again, so they
just stood there.

"Look," Sonny said, "I don't want any trouble.  I just want you to leave me
alone.  Three years of this shit is growing kind of weary, don't you
think?"  The three boys nodded and muttered something unintelligible.  Then
they became speechless, not knowing what to do.

Sonny broke the ice.  "What say we all go down to Ernie's Diner for a soda
or malt?  We'll call it a truce."  The others smiled and agreed, and Sonny
had made his first friends in high school.  He also tried out for the
wrestling team, and made the cut.  All this happened in his last year.

Len was the friendliest of the three.  He seemed to want to make up for his
prior abuse.  He called Sonny often, they buddied around together, and he
spent a lot of time hanging out at our place.  Sonny told me this story.

One day Len and he were alone in our house.  For no reason, and totally out
of the blue, Len began to cry.  Sonny put his arm around him and asked what
the matter was.  Len confided to Sonny that the bullying was all an act on
his part.  He was, in fact, gay, and bullying Sonny diverted attention from
him.  He begged Sonny to forgive him.  Then he went even further.  He told
Sonny that he was crazy in love with him, and the thought of going to
different colleges next year was devastating him.

Sonny thanked him for his honesty, and assured him that he had long since
forgiven him.  He resisted any love making with Len, however.  He told Len
that he was a virgin, and wanted to keep it that way until Mr. Right came
along.  He assured Len that he was willing to continue seeing him and let
nature take its course.  Whatever was meant to be, would be.  Len was
relieved and happy, and willing to accept Sonny's conditions.

So that's how Sonny went from a nerdy faggot to a high school athletic
hero.  He was no longer abused, even though everyone knew he was gay.  He
transformed into a happy, well liked high school student.

So now you know all about Sonny, and I'd like to tell you something about
me.  Well, not something, everything.

You already know that I was an athlete in high school and college.  I was
very popular, and in college I dated one of the cheerleaders of the
football team.  She wanted sex often and I was pleased to oblige. We got
careless one night and Sonny was conceived.

We were able to complete college thanks to our parents, who took care of
Sonny while we pursued our careers.  We never actually married, but Sonny
was given my surname.  Things improved once my construction company got
going and Rose Ann got a good job as a graphic artist.  Our parents
continued to help raise Sonny with us.

One day Rosie announced that she was going to Paris to study art for a
year.  Before any of us could digest what she said, I was seeing her off at
the airport.  She had a layover in New York and decided to take an extra
two days in the Big Apple to explore this wondrous city.  The first night
there witnesses say she was making out with a young male patron at some
bar.  Security tapes confirm this.  She was seen in the tapes leaving the
bar with the young man.  She never boarded the flight to Paris and she was
never to be seen or heard from again.  The man was not known to anyone the
police questioned, and Rosie was presumed dead.  The man was never
identified or found.

When Rosie disappeared, her parents were so devastated they moved to Los
Angeles for a change of scenery.  This left my parents and me to raise
Sonny.  I devoted my life to keeping my business and my son as healthy as
possible.  I showered all my love on both of them.  I had no room for a
love life of my own.

When Sonny came out to me, I could care less.  I loved him so much, all I
cared about was that he should be happy.  I held him as tight as I could,
hoping to reassure him that it didn't matter.  I had never held him quite
so tightly.  Something shocking happened to me as I held my son.  I gently
released my hold on him.  You see, I had started to get an erection.  In
fact, I had to run to the bathroom and take care of it before Sonny could
notice.

Something had come over me, something I could not explain, and something I
believed to be very terrible.  I began to see Sonny as an object of sexual
desire.  I began to masturbate regularly while wondering what it would be
like to have sex with my own son.  I wondered if he was having sex with
some other boy and I screwed up the courage to ask him.  He assured me that
he was waiting for the right guy and the right moment.  I was relieved.
That was strange.  I should have wanted a son of mine to experience the
joys of sex.

I knew he masturbated.  I heard his grunts and groans in the bathroom, and
occasionally I saw the evidence on his bed sheets.  I tried not to jump to
conclusions. It could be wet dreams, but I knew that every boy his age
whacked off.  The only thing I didn't know was what he fantasized while he
engaged in pleasuring himself.

We had always been modest with each other.  I never saw Sonny naked past
his tenth birthday and I made sure that he didn't see me either.  Now I
grew bolder.  I started walking naked to and from my bedroom to the
bathroom.  I was hoping that would encourage Sonny to do likewise.  It
didn't, but when he saw me, I know he tried discreetly to check me out.  I
made it obvious to him that I slept nude, but he continued to wear his
jockey shorts at night.  I couldn't seem to entice him into showing himself
to me.

All that changed when I started taking him to the gym and giving him boxing
lessons.  I worked out also and afterwards we showered together.  At first
Sonny was shy, but I wasn't, and after a short time he got more comfortable
with the situation and at last I saw the prize I sought.

Sonny was exactly my size.  Five inches of flaccid, thick, cut cock.  I
could only wonder how big he was when he was erect.  I assumed that he was
as big as I.  Each time I saw him, I yearned more to touch his cock and to
stroke it.  I was reviled at my desires.  I had never before had a
homosexual urge, and certainly not with my own son.

When we were alone in the house I tried to steer the conversation to sex.
I got so bold as to tell him that I didn't consider it natural for him to
still be a virgin and I let him know that I would approve if he brought a
buddy home and they disappeared into his bedroom.  His response was that he
had never seen me date a woman, and I seemed to be fine with it, and so he
was too.  What could I say to that?

I wanted to hold him against my body, but he was maturing and growing into
manhood.  There was no way that could happen.  Finally I formulated a plan.
I asked him if he would like to go on a camping trip with me during spring
break.  I could have jumped for joy when I got an enthusiastic yes from
him.  I researched the internet and chose a very remote and secluded
campground in central Florida.  I went to a sporting good store and
outfitted us completely with the help of a young sales person.  He even
advised me how to pitch our tent.

When our trip was less than a week away, I was just drifting off to sleep
when I heard a noise in the hallway.  I got up and opened my door a bit.
Sonny was walking to the bathroom and he was totally naked.  It was a first
and I didn't know what to make of it.  I crept silently to bed.

With some difficulty we pitched our tent in the most remote spot I could
find in the campground.  Although it was mid March, the Florida air was
stifling.  I was pleased to realize that our sleeping bags would be too hot
for us to use.  The thought of sleeping naked or near naked next to my son
titillated me.  I had stopped being reviled at my incestuous thoughts
months ago.  All I wanted now was to stroke his cock and bring him to a
mind blowing conclusion.  I had begun to desire other things also, but even
now I dare not put it down in writing.

When we were satisfied with the worthiness of our tent, we made a campfire
and cooked some canned soups for dinner.  The fire added to the heated air
and we stripped down to our jockeys.  We both kept taking quick looks at
our packages.  I tried not to make anything out of that.  It's what all men
do, and Sonny was almost eighteen, almost a man.  We sat around the fire,
chewing the breeze like old friends, until the fire died out.  Sonny
covered the ashes with dirt and we went into the tent.  Once inside we
secured the flap to keep insects out.

We lay down side by side on top of the sleeping bags.  Our arms and legs
were touching and neither of us made a move.  I couldn't seem to get
comfortable, and from the way Sonny was fidgeting, I assumed he was in some
distress also.

"It's the underwear," I finally said.  "I'm used to sleeping nude so don't
mind me."  I took off my shorts in one quick motion, and settled back.

"That's what's bothering me too," Sonny said, and he removed his shorts
just as quickly as I had done.  We were lying side by side on our backs,
our bodies still touching.

"This is nice," Sonny said.  "I feel so close to you now."

I turned to look at him as my cock started to rise to new heights.  Sonny
was looking at me and smiling.  I'm not sure how it happened, but our lips
were centimeters apart and we kissed very lightly, like two feathers
brushing up against each other.

"Dad, I want to ask you something," Sonny said.

"Sure.  Shoot," I told him.

"Is there something wrong with you physically?" he asked with more than a
little concern.  I started to laugh.

"No son, what makes you think so?"

"Mom has been gone for nearly sixteen years, and I have never known you to
date another woman.  Either you loved her abnormally, or there is something
physically wrong with you."

"That's a fair question, Sonny," I answered him.  "I have no love left over
for anyone else from the love I feel for you.  I satisfy my body by jerking
off often.  I know you do it too, and it's fine.  It's healthy for both of
us.  Just to prove that I am healthy, take a look at this."  I pointed to
my erect, throbbing cock.  I waited for a reaction.

"At last I get to see you erect," Sonny said.  "Now I can compare.  He
wrapped his hand around my cock for just an instant and then he wrapped it
around his cock.  "Just about the same," he declared.  "I guess I'm all
grown now."

We were both silent for a long while and then Sonny said, "I'm sorry about
that Dad.  I just didn't think."

"Don't be sorry," I said, "but now you've got me so horny, I'm going to
have to relieve myself."

"Go ahead," he said.  "In fact, I'm going to join you."  He started to
whack off and I joined him.  As we came closer to our orgasms, we turned to
each other and again kissed, but now our kissing was more urgent, more
passionate.  Something came over me.  I pushed Sonny's hand away and took
over stroking him.  I could feel his balls constricting and I leaned over
him.  I took his cock into my mouth and sucked him to conclusion.  I had
often tasted my own cum, but Sonny's was sweeter, younger.  I grew light
headed.

When I came up for air, I yelled.  "Forgive me Sonny.  I don't know what
came over me.  I know you wanted to wait until the right guy came along.  I
never should have done what I did."

"Dad," he said.  "There is nothing to apologize for.  You are the right
guy.  I never thought this could ever happen.  I wanted it badly, but I was
so afraid.  I have always loved you like a father, but on the night I came
out, I felt your hard on against me and I knew that I wanted to be your
lover.  What miracle brought you to the same conclusion?"

"I don't know.  I think it started about the same time.  Sonny, I don't
want you to throw your life away on me.  I want you to go to college, and
find a young man to love."

"No way!  You are what I want.  You're not quite nineteen years older than
I am.  I know gay couples with a greater span in age.  Besides, I don't
want to go to college.  I want to work with you in the business.  You have
taught me so much, and all those summers I worked for you, I loved the
work.  We don't have to be separated by something I don't really want.  We
don't have to spend all those bucks either.  Be my lover Dad.  I want you
so much."

Before I could answer, Sonny was down on me. He was giving me an expert
blow job, even though he swore it was his first time.  I came gushing down
his throat and he swallowed every drop as I had done.  We lay quietly for
awhile, running our hands over our bodies, getting familiar with our
selves.

"Dad," Sonny whispered in my ear.  "I want us to fuck each other.  I
brought lube in my knapsack.""Why you scoundrel," I laughed.  "You
planned this, didn't you?"

"Yes," he answered.  "Didn't you?"

I answered his question by kissing him passionately.  "I'd love for us to
fuck each other, but I am older than you and I need a little recovery time.
Let's get some shut eye and resume this miracle in the morning."

We did wait until morning, sort of.  At about 2 AM, I felt Sonny caressing
my cock.  I awoke fully and told him how good it felt.  Suddenly I felt him
applying a gooey substance to my cock, which was growing harder by the
second.

"I'm greasing myself now, Dad," he said.  "Please don't think too hard
about it.  Just do it.  Just fuck me."

He knew that I might have second thoughts and he was urging me on.  I
rolled over on top of him and discovered that he had placed something below
his buttocks.  That made it easy for me to place my cockhead against his
crack.  I started my entry.  Sonny told me later that it hurt like hell at
first, but he never let on.  He just kept urging me to go deeper and
deeper.  When I was all the way in I hesitated, and then Sonny whispered,
"Fuck me now Dad."

Apparently all his pain was gone by now, because when I started my love
dance, we both began whimpering in pleasure. The love I felt while I was
fucking my own son was beyond anything I can describe.  We were one body,
one spirit, one soul.  I began to cry from the joy of it.  I suddenly felt
Sonny constricting his ass muscles, and I shot deep inside of him before I
could even dare to try to stop myself.  Sonny had cum also.  I had been
massaging his prostate with my cock.  He described the erotic sensation of
cumming without actually being touched.  I wanted so much to experience
what he was describing to me, but now it was his turn to require recovery
time.  We fell asleep again kissing madly and wrapped up in each other's
arms.

The dawn woke us both up, and not caring one iota for morning breath, we
resumed kissing and we prepared our bodies for Sonny to fuck me.  At that
point in our relationship, we did not think about using rimming in
preparation for fucking.  That was to come later.  Over the next few weeks
we perfected our love making in an effort to increase the pleasure we gave
each other, but for now I was anticipating being fucked for the first time,
with fear and also with lust.

As my son entered me, I felt the stabbing, burning pain just as he had, but
I was just as brave about it and urged him on.  When he entered me fully,
the pain subsided and I felt only pleasure.  When Sonny began to stroke, he
hit that erogenous spot and I thought I would pass out from too much
pleasure.  I didn't quite cum, but I was close and in future encounters, I
came often this way.  It is so strange to cum without being touched.

After that we only left the tent to eat and to do our bodily functions.
Our weekend trip came to a close all too quickly.  When we got home, Sonny
kept his stuff in his room for appearance sake (my parents visited often)
but we slept together in my bed, which once I had shared with his mother.
I was still young enough at 37 to keep up with my 17 ½ year old son.  We
had more sex than I dreamed I was capable of.  I concluded that my son was
keeping me young and that I was helping him to mature.  Wherever we went,
we told people that we were brothers.  In gay bars and restaurants we
passed as lovers.  Not one eyebrow was raised.  Once someone asked about
our mutual surname and we chalked it up to a pleasant coincidence.

Sonny was in constant touch with his friend, Len.  He was up in
Massachusetts attending MIT.  After a few months, Len wrote to say that he
had met someone and they were fast becoming an item.  He concluded by
telling us that his buddy was coming home with him for Christmas.  He had
come out to his parents and they wanted to meet his friend.  Len was just
as anxious that we meet him.  He was the only one in the world who knew
about us.  Sonny and he were close enough friends that Sonny had confided
in him.  My son just needed to share his joy with someone, and Len was
flattered that it was he.

At first, our incestuous relationship disturbed me, but finally I concluded
that such a great love and so much happiness could not be wrong.  Sonny's
mother's disappearance was part of some master plan, and who was I to
disturb any master plan?  In time I grew comfortable with our situation and
embraced it totally.

It was with great joy and pride that I changed the name of my company from
Johnson Construction Co. to Johnson and Son Construction Co.  I have the
best business partner and the best life partner in the world.