Date: Sat, 28 Oct 2006 18:41:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: Soccer Dad <tc_64_99@yahoo.com>
Subject: Surfing Lessons, part 1

The following is a work of fiction. Certain places and
events are actual, but the names and relationships are
all a work of imagination.



"You need to see this shit!" My wife yelled from the
other room.

"What are you talking about?" I replied

"Your son has been surfing where he doesn't need to
be"

"Oh shit" I thought to myself, "I forgot to erase my
computer history, dammit" I've been super careful
lately since the last time I left some browser history
and she found it. Not bad stuff, but definitely porn
and chat sites.

"Let me come see" I replied. And I went into the
office to see what she was looking at. When I got in
there, she had the history opened for last week and
there were hits for SeanCody and BadPuppy and Manhunt,
also Gay.com, some Yahoo chat rooms and some others;
not my most recent visitations, but definitely some I
go see at time. Luckily for me, the times were while I
was at work, so he was going to take the hit for this
one.

I've been married 8 years now. My wife, well, she's
always been big and has lately gotten bigger, angrier
and more pathetic. Because of that, I've not been as
attracted to having sex with her and have found other
ways to occupy my time. Some of that has been online
chatting and surfing and some has been visiting a
local video store (that'll be another story or two).

My "son" is really my stepson Clark, and was 8 when we
got married, is now 16 and a soccer-playing junior in
high school in West Texas. He's about 5'7", maybe 135
lbs soaking wet with blonde hair and green eyes like
his mother. I'm 35 and struggling to maintain 195 lbs
on my 5'11' frame and try to hit the gym twice a week,
sometimes with success, other times, it's a wasted
effort and I go home to the TV, computer, nagging fat
wife and whatever beer is in the fridge, usually
Shiner Bock or Abita Turbo Dog.

I'm clearly bi-sexual, something my wife has no idea
about or we'd be in divorce court lightning fast. My
first sexual experience with a man was in college
(another story, I promise) and I went through a true
dry spell until just a few years ago. Since then, I'd
visit this video place once or twice a month, usually
on the way home from the gym, good excuse to grab a
shower when I got home.

Enough background. So here I am, looking at his
browser history and wondering "What the fuck is he
doing?" I had no clue about his sexuality. I assumed
he was straight, but then again, he was a slow starter
and to this point, had just taken up with his first
girlfriend, a girl a year ahead of him in high school.


"You're going to have to deal with this" my wife tells
me. "I'm not talking to my son about gay stuff, you
need to steer him away from that."  OK, so straight
porn would be acceptable to her? What the fuck?
"It's natural for him to be exploring" I said. "But
you're right, he needs to be sticking to looking at
girls" Inside my head, I was thinking "Hell, cut me
some damn slack, bitch, I'd like to look at girls too"
I said nothing except "I'll talk to him next time I
see him at the computer.

We had the family computer in an office/study which
happened to have a locking door and was on the other
end of the house and downstairs from the bedrooms.
With the health issues my wife has been having, she
spends a lot of time in bed, many times conked out on
pain pills and wine by 8:30 or 9:00 at night. I come
in from the gym after that and watch some TV. I check
on her, crack a beer and settle into the recliner. If
my son's home and not doing homework, sometimes, he's
on the computer, or he'll go to his room and watch TV
since I rarely watch what he wants to watch.
I haven't been bugging her for sex in a while, which I
guess was OK with her. She never complained. I was
content with jacking off in the shower, or pulling out
one of my VHS tapes when everyone was gone. When I
really needed to get off, I went down to the video
store and take advantage of what it had to offer.

I thought about what Clark had been doing. Had he seen
some of my surfing? Was he curious about things
himself? I speculated as to whether he was a virgin or
not, figured he was. I was 14 when I lost my
virginity, to an older girl in high school who was on
the rebound. Great experience for me and she got the
chance to teach someone what she liked to do. After
that, I was forever hooked on petite, athletic girls
and had my share through high school and college and
afterwards. I knew I loved blowjobs and eating pussy
and was fascinated with watching porn, something Wendy
thought was cool too.



The next week, same scenario. I came in from the gym
and Clark was on the computer. She was passed out and
snoring upstairs. I showered, changed into some shorts
and a sleeveless t-shirt and went downstairs to see
what was on TV. After turning it on, I cracked an
Abita and stood quietly in the doorway of the office
while he surfed and chatted on AIM. Finally, he
realized I was there and turned around.

"Nothing good on TV?" he asked.

"Nahh, not so far, maybe in 30 minutes" I told him.
"We need to have a little discussion in the meantime"

I saw him stiffen up in the chair a bit. "What's
wrong?" he asked.

"Your mother . . . . . . " I started.

"Stop" he said, "I bet I know what this is about"

"I bet you don't" I replied. "I need to talk about
what you've been doing online lately" He froze in
mid-reply, the color draining from his face. "Yeah,
she stumbled across your history last week and was
just a little bit shocked" Silence from him.

"Honestly, if you were looking at tits and pussies, I
think she'd be ok with it, but your looking at cock
has got her a bit messed up" I continued. He sat there
for a minute, and I could see his mind racing with a
dozen replies. Finally, he made up his mind.

"Hell, I was just looking at some of the sites you've
been on, Dad"

My turn to have the color drain from my face. "What I
do has no bearing on you and your mother doesn't know
about it, and what she doesn't know, won't hurt her.
You just need to be more careful with covering your
tracks so neither one of us gets busted again"

"You're not pissed?" he asked.

"Hell no, I'd just like to make sure you know what
you're doing and are careful" I told him.

Suddenly, I saw my son in a whole new light. I'm sure
he was thinking the same thing too. He was a
good-looking kid, in great shape thanks to soccer and
had a devilish grin and knew how to use it when he
wanted something. I started thinking back to some
incidents that occurred in the past few years and
wondered if I should have seen this coming. My son was
gay! Or at least he was bi like me! I wondered if he
and any of his friends had messed around before.

Or any of his teammates. I remembered a time during
his freshman season, at an away game. I was the
assistant coach for his varsity team and we had a game
in the pouring rain at White Oak. One of his
teammates, Robert, was goofing around on the sidelines
and I caught him making a swinging, thrusting motion
with his hips at one of his seated teammates, a little
red-headed boy named Seth. I have no idea what they
were doing, but I was captivated by the sight of his
obviously unencumbered equipment swinging freely in
his rain-soaked shorts. Seth was too, his eyes locked
on Robert's groin. Robert was gifted as well, as the
outline of what he was packing was quite impressive,
to say the least.

Back to the present. I spent a few minutes showing him
what his mother had done to uncover his surfing, and
then how he could erase it without erasing everything.
This included cookies and temp files, since doing a
key search would find all those anyways. I'm pretty
sure he got the hang of it, so the next thing I needed
to do was talk about where he was surfing.
"Let's look at what you've been browsing" I said.
Clark gulped and asked "Are you sure?"

"Why not" I told him, "I need to know what my boy
likes to look at" I could tell he was nervous, but
wanted to do it at the same time. I suggested a few
Google searches on some key words and we spent the
next hour looking at pictures and reading some erotic
stories. While doing it, we talked about things,
school, soccer, his girlfriend, just some good
father-son time we hadn't been having lately. While we
surfed, I noticed him squirming around some and
figured he was hard. Being 16, the wind could blow and
he would sprout wood; I remember the days. Hell, from
all of it, I was semi-hard myself.

It was bad, but it made me wonder what he looked like.
How big was he? Thick or thin? I wasn't even sure if
he was circumcised. Suddenly, my semi-hard was getting
harder and I was going to have to start squirming
myself.

Telling him it was getting late, and that I needed to
get some rest before work the next day, I told him to
wrap it up and we'd do it another time soon. I told
him I'd let his mother know it was a one-time,
curiosity deal and make up some story to cover for it.
I also told him I expected him to be more careful
about so I didn't have to deal with her any more.

With that, we both went upstairs. I went to bed but
couldn't sleep. I heard his bedroom door close, then
open, his bathroom door close, then open and his
bedroom door close again. After another 20 minutes of
staring in the dark, I got up to go to the bathroom
myself. While in there, I heard his bathroom door
close again and some noises on the floor of his
bathroom like he was rolling around or something.
Finally, I heard his toilet flush and he went to bed.
I finished up and did the same. Given our mutually
aroused states, I'm sure he was taking care of his
hardon and even the thought of that gave me another
surge of blood to the extremities.

Still, I lay there wondering, and plotting our next
session online, curious as to how far he would go and
how curious he was.



Again, this is a work of fiction, more to come. If you
liked it, let me know at tc_64_99@yahoo.com