Date: Sat, 23 Apr 2005 06:56:34 -0700 (PDT) From: Joe Kewl <goodguy_bad@yahoo.com> Subject: My Stepson's Probably Gay Okay, usual rules apply, if you're under 18 or in some places 21, you shouldn't read any further, and I assume no responsibility for you doing so, and the same applies if you're offended by homosexuality. And, remember these are FICTIONAL characters that can't catch HIV, but you can so use protection guys. _______________________________________________________________________________ Before we get started let me just describe myself and my step son for you. I'm tall, have a hansome (or cute as some like to call it) face, muscular body that I work on at the gym every chance I get, but I like to tone and tighten, not build bulky muscles so I look nice be not freakishly large or anything. And then there's my step son Timmy. He's 15 at the time of this story, naturally smooth and firm body, cute teen face, sandy-blond hair. I had just turned 35 and married a woman I had been seeing for about a year. She had a son named Timothy. Me and Timothy, or Timmy as he likes to be called, didn't hit it off too well at first. He was from a different world than me. I mean, it's not like we fought, or anything like that. We just didn't have much to talk about. I'm a man who likes sports, cars, and woman, and Timmy,...well Timmy just doesn't. He's into things like comics, and computers, and books, and I suspected...boys!! Not that I'm homophobic or anything like that. It's just that I don't have much in common with a 15 year old boy, who likes boys instead of girls, computers instead of cars, and comics instead of sports! I'm an old school type of guy! Men are supposed to be strong, pussy hungry, and talking constantly about "the game" or what type of car you drive, and what kind of work the car needs, you know, MEN stuff. At least that's how I was raised. In my day Timmy would have been dubbed a "sissy boy", and probably a lot of people still think like that. But to me he's just a kid that doesn't like to do the same things I do. And so what if he's not so strong? What, do we live in the jungle? What's he need to be strong for? He's a good kid I know that, and that's all that matters. It was morning at our house, and I'd just sat down at the table for breakfast and to read the morning paper when I heard the shower start up, and I knew Timmy was getting ready for school. A little while later I heard the shower stop and the sounds of Timmy hopping around in his bed room trying to put on his cloths, then come down the stairs. "Hey." I said to Timmy as he came down stairs for breakfast. "Hey." Timmy replied back, not even glancing up at me as he sat down at the table. "So, you're dad's picking you up after school?" I asked. "Yeah, I'm spending a few days with him." Timmy replied, still not making eye contact. "Oh, I thought he only got you on weekends." I said. "Does your mother know?" "Yeah, mom's fine with it." He said. "We don't really pay attention to the custody thing much. Dad just takes me when he wants, and mom takes me when she wants." Timmy explained. "Oh, okay then." I said. The two of us finished breakfast and he hurried off to school and I went to work. A few days passed and it seemed quite without Timmy around. His mother and I (needless to say) enjoyed ourselves quite a bit having the place to ourselves, but I'm sure if you're reading this story, you're not interested in what happened there:) But my wife seemed a little worried about him. She said Timmy always comes back from his father's down and depressed. She said she thinks his father tries to "make him into a man" as he puts it and it always makes Timmy feel bad. Like he's not good enough. I've meet Timmy's dad, if I'm old school, he's before school was invented! He was the type who was always ready for a fight, ready to jump into any macho pissing contest you could think of. And I was sure my wife was probably right, he wouldn't stand for having a son who wasn't the big macho man he wanted him to be! I reassured her I'd have a talk with Timmy when he got back. But first, I decided to investigate. I went into his room to have a look around. I expected to find porn, maybe even drugs, or something, but all I found were comics, some tissue and lotion (well, at least he did one normal teen boy thing!) and some computer mags. Then it hit me, "Oh he's not going to have magazines laying around, he's go the internet!". Now I'm not a computer expert or anything, but I do know how to work a computer (the fact that I say work a computer, should probably tell you something)! I got on and began searching through his files. My Documents was clean, but then I figured, he wouldn't make it so easy to find anything. So I went through tons of folders, until I came to one that he stored all the stuff he downloaded from file sharing things like Kazza and WinMX. This is the only thing I ever used the downstairs computer for (he has one of his own that's an older model) so I knew how to work it pretty well. Along with the usual MP3s, there was folder marked "Other Stuff" I opened it. In this folder were MPEG files. I wasn't really sure what MPEG files were, and I wasn't sure if I should open them or not. But I decided to go ahead. There was no clue as to what they might be. They all were just numbers, like 000121, or something like that. I opened up a fife, and windows media player started. To my shock, a move started playing. three guys walking into what looked like some abandoned building and sitting down on a couch, laughing and jocking in what I think was another language. Then they all started pulling their pants down revealing huge erections. They played with their own dicks and then started reaching over and playing with each other's dicks! This was gay porn!!! I now knew for sure. My step-son was gay! I sat there watching the film for a few moments, not sure what to do. I was glad my wife was at work. I felt so perverted, watching males jerking together, and then start sucking each other! I'd never seen anything like this! The closest I've ever come was watching porn that had two guys and a girl! I watched in amazement as these young smooth dudes that I'd think were just barley 18, sucked each other and played around with each other. It was like watching friends just having a good time with sex! To my surprise, it got me hard! It got me thinking about the good old days when I was a teen and a bunch of us guys sat around talking about sex. There was always something in the air in those situations. Something strong and sexual, but purely male even though we were talking about male female sex. The film stopped, and I opened another, again more guys sucking each other and blowing each other off. There were a lot of MPEG files, and some RAM files which work on something called real player, all of young teen boys sucking each other off, or jerking off together, or fucking each other. I turned off the computer, and tried not to think about it too much. Especially the fact that I had a huge boner while watching it! I spent the rest of the day thinking about boobs, and woman, and things like that trying to make sure I was still the man I was before I watched the stuff on Timmy's computer! When Timmy got home he was down just as his mother figured he would be. He stayed in his room a lot. I tried to talk to him a few times, but just couldn't figure out what to say. But just a few days after he got back home, we learned my wife was pregnant, and I sort of forgot about trying to talk to him. A few months went by, and Timmy had more stays with his daddy. My wife was in that part of the pregnancy where she didn't want to fool around. I tried to be understanding, but I was horny! This time when Timmy went away, there were no fun times to be had! Just frustration, and jerking off now and then! When he got back this time he seemed really down. One night while his mother went to stay at her sisters out of town, me and Timmy were alone in the house. Nothing much was said. Just a little chatter here and there. School had gone out now, and it was summer so we were together all day expect for when I went to work. One night I got out of bed and went to go piss. On my way back to mine and my wife's room I passed Timmy's room and could hear him crying inside. I nudged the door open and stepped inside. Timmy was sitting up in his bed, his legs pulled up to his chest with his arms wrapped around them, he was face down, his head resting on his knees. "Timmy." I said. He looked up at me, tears rolling down his face. "What's wrong?" I asked. He let go of his legs and straightened them out on the bed. He said nothing was wrong, to just leave him alone. But there was no way I was leaving him alone. I sat down on the bed, and again asked him what was wrong. He kept saying nothing and to leave him alone. I asked him was it his dad. He looked up at me wide eyed. I told him not to worry about it, every dad tries to make their son into something they're not. I told him I was sure his dad was proud of him, even if he didn't show it and was trying to change him. "No he isn't!" Timmy said, putting his right hand over his eyes. "He told me he hates me and doesn't want a little sissy for a son!" I was shocked! "He actually said that?" I asked. Timmy said that he did. I told him that was awful, and he shouldn't have said that, but I'm sure he didn't mean it. Timmy said he knows his dad doesn't mean some of the stuff he says to him, and he even tells Timmy he's sorry later, but it hurts him none the less. I told Timmy that's a form of abuse, and he shouldn't have to take it. I put my hand on Timmy's leg, not thinking anything of it. Timmy and I both were in our undies, both tighty whites. I rubbed Timmy's leg telling him everything was going to be alright. Timmy's lights were out, but the light pouring in from the hall through his open bed room door lite us up pretty well. I could see that Timmy's undies were stirring, his dick was coming to life, getting hard. I looked up at Timmy and I knew that he knew I knew his dick was getting hard. He jerked the covers over his lower half and said to just leave him alone. I stood up, not really knowing what to do. "No use covering up, I know you got a boner from me touching you." I said, which was probably the wrong thing to say, but it was the only thing that came to mind. I wonder how Bill Cosby would handle this? There was moment of silence, then Timmy burst into tears again and said, "Please don't tell mom! You can beat me up, but please don't tell her!" I didn't know what to say! I felt like crying myself. The poor kid thought I was gonna beat him up. I didn't know how to handle this situation, but I certainly wasn't going to hit him!! He wasn't even my kid! And even if he was I still would have no right to do that! I hate people who hurt kids! I can't stand them, right now I wanted to beat up his dad for making him so afraid. "I ain't gonna hit you Tim." I said. "Please just don't tell her, I know you hate me, but please don't tell mom! I'll move out or something." Timmy said, as if not hearing a word I was saying. "TIMMY!" I yelled. "Why do you think I hate you?" "I know you wish I wasn't here." Timmy said. "I'm not like you, and I'm not like dad. I'm just a weak little queer!" I was stunned, I had no idea Timmy felt this way. "Timmy, I know we don't talk and stuff, but it's just cause we're not into the same stuff, it's hard, but I don't wish you weren't here!" "I don't know what to do." Timmy said. "I try to be strong, but it just happens! I look at a ga..." Timmy was unable to finish what he was saying, and just stared at the open door. "You mean, about being gay?" I asked softly. Timmy jerked his head, looking toward me wide eyed. "Yeah, I know you're gay." "Please don't tell anyone. I'll leave if you want." Timmy begged. "Where do you keep getting the idea that I want you to leave?" I asked. "You're a good a kid, I like you, I don't care if you'd rather suck a cock than feel some boobs." "Really?" Timmy asked. "Hey, I'll help you out the first time you bring you guy home for your mom to meet!" I said. "I tried not to be, I swear." Timmy said. "I tried to look at girls and stuff, and tried to think about girls, but it never felt the same." Timmy explained. "Yeah, that's what a lot of gay guys say, so it's not you're fault." I said. "But I get scared about religion and stuff." Timmy said. "Oh Tim, I don't know what to tell you there. I'm probably the wrong person to ask, since the last time I stepped inside a church I was a little kid with my mom, well, and when I married your mom, but I do know there's tons of different religions and some say it's okay and some say it's not. I just go by a basic code that if you ain't hurtin nobody, or hurtin yourself, than it's probably okay, and everything else is just what other people think, not what the universe, or karma, or whatever thinks about it! I mean, you said it yourself, you tried to stop yourself but you couldn't, so it's like you're naturally like that, and if it's natural, and you ain't hurtin no body by doing it, than why's it wrong?" I said, surprising myself at how much I'd really thought about this subject. "So you're really okay with it?" Timmy asked. "Yeah, I'm okay with it, Tim." I said To my surprise, Timmy reached out and hugged me. I hugged him back and held him tightly. Poor kid had a lot on his mind. I ran my fingers though his hair, and told him not to worry so much. Things would work out. He looked up at me, and smiled, I think it was the first time I'd seen the kid smile the whole time I'd known him. I looked into his eyes and just started at him for a while, and then something happened that I wasn't ready for. The smile from his face disappeared and he looked more serious, and then he leaned forward, his lips touching mine, his tongue coming out and wedging it's way into my mouth. He kissed me softly, and slow, and I could feel in his breathing that he was still scared, and shaky. He pulled away, realizing what he'd just done. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Timmy said over and over. He tried to stand up but I grabbed him and held him down. I didn't know what I wanted to say to him, but I knew I didn't want him to leave. He kept saying he was sorry, and begging me not to tell on him, or hurt him. He was almost out of control. I didn't know what to say, and what happened next surprised even me! I looked at him, and kissed him back! I don't know why, but it just felt like the right thing to do. I kissed him softly at first, then more forcefully. Before I knew it, his hand was on my crotch, and I could feel his warm hand through my thin undies. I hadn't got laid in so long, my judgment was none existent at this point!. I just wanted to keep feeling like this! I pulled out my dick and let him play with it while we made out like two teens in a car at lookout point! I wanted this! I wanted him! I broke the kiss and laid him down, he looked up me still unsure and uneasy. I smiled at him, and reached inside his undies, played with his 6 inch cock which was fully erect now. I pulled his undies down his legs and off his feet and tossed them to the side. Then did the same with my own undies. We were now both naked! I hopped on top of him, put our dicks together. They throbbed against each other like two powerful animals fighting for control. It was amazing! I humped him and kissed him all over. He whispered in my ear to fuck him. I got the lotion from beside his bead, and smeared it on his ass and on my dick. I was a wild animal at this point. I hadn't had sex in so long, little thoughts broke in now and then asking myself what I was doing, it was a guy, not just a guy, but my step-son! But the feelings coming from my dick overpowered them, and there was no stopping unless he stopped it! And he didn't look like he would be asking me to stop any time soon! I know you're supposed to prepare the area first, finger it, take it slow, but I couldn't! I put my dick up to the hole and started pressing in! Timmy pushed back trying to get me inside him. Finally the head popped in, and the rest slide in with little trouble! My pubes touched his ass, and I was in! "Oh fuck." Timmy moaned. "Yeah, oh please, fuck me!" He yelled. I started pumping his ass as hard as I could, I couldn't control myself! I was in heat, this sweat little angel was letting me be with him! It was so male, and hot, and wonderful! I knew I was a straight man, no question in my mind, but this was hot! His tight little ass grabbed my dick on it's way out, not wanting to let go. I fucked him as deep as my 7 incher would go! I looked at him, looked into his eyes. Those sweet little eyes that still glittered from the tears, and I whispered in his ear. "You're dad's an ass for not treating you good. You're so sweat and good, I'll never hurt you Timmy, you can always come to me." And with that I spurted up his ass! He started squirting too, jets of cum going all over the place! I could feel his ass milking my dick as he himself came. I was in heaven! I didn't want this feeling to end! I kept cuming and cuming up his ass, till I was drained! Finally I collapsed on top of him. And we fell asleep with me still inside him! The next morning I awoke, my dick was hard again after going limp throughout the night. I hadn't slipped out of his ass even as I slept. I opened my eyes and saw that Timmy was stirring too. We looked at each other and smiled. And without saying a word, I fucked him again till we both came! I told him I'm not usually like that, that it'd been a while. He asked me yet again, not to tell, and I promised I wouldn't. I told him his mother should never find out, and he agreed. He asked what he would have done if I were his son. I told him that perhaps I may not have reacted so positive if he were really my son, but I think I would have gotten over it eventually. He mentioned that people say it's genetic so the child his mother was carrying might be gay. My son, might be gay! He asked what then? "Well, like I said, I'd probably react badly at first, maybe try to "fix" him like you're dad did to you, but I think I'd be okay with it in the end." I said. "I'll tell you what, if he is gay, and you see me acting like that, you remind me of today, and last night, and how you're daddy treated you okay?" I asked. "Sure thing!" Timmy said smiling at me. We got up and took a shower. I stepped in first and Timmy seemed reluctant to get in, I told him after everything we'd done the night before, there was no need to be shy now! I didn't think either of us had cum left, but to my surprise, we jerked off in the shower and came all over each other! I love my step-son and he loves me! We're just as close as any father and son now, even though he's 20 now and lives with a guy. Those years we spent together were some of the best of my life. We may not have always been able to talk about cars, sports, and girls, but when I'd come to his room and we'd both pull out our dicks and jerk, or suck each other, or fuck each other, there was no closer bond that could be formed! Although, I did get into computers more, and I even learned him about cars a little. But it was always so easy to talk to each other after a good fuck, or suck, or hand job. It never mattered to me who was stronger, or whatever, I fucked him sometimes, and sometimes he fucked me and the same with every other sexual activity we did together. My son, or I should say, my YOUNGEST son just turned 5, he's always hanging out with his older brother Timmy. I don't mind, I don't think there's anyone better for the job of teaching him how to be a man! That's right, Timmy is a man! He's not the kind of man I am, but then, what is a man? Timmy's a good guy, thinks about other people, and is smarter than I'll ever hope to be. If my son learns any of that from him, he's got a good start in life! And if he's gay? Well, we have a while to deal with that if it comes up. But there are no secrets from him. The guy my son lives with is boyfriend, not his "roommate" or "special friend" or "uncle Nick", he's my step-son's BOYFRIEND, and that's what we call him to my son. So, even if I don't handle it perfect, he knows there's someone he can turn to, till I come around to my senses. But I think I'll handle it just fine, after all I've already got a gay son, now don't I? THE END. _______________________________________________________________________________ And that's my story, hope you liked it. If you want to e-mail me feel free. I may not respond to every letter, but I do read every letter so don't be shy. Goodguy_bad@yahoo.com