Date: Wed, 21 Aug 2013 14:26:44 -0600
From: Ken Smithson <react2fact@gmail.com>
Subject: That's my Boy

That's My Boy

	The usual disclaimers apply, if you are not of age to read this do
not.  Once this story is over, there will not be a follow-up, this is a
real life experience and just about every word is true (changing a few
names and adding a few spicy details, but the end result is true) Feedback
is welcome, but the story is already written, so no need to suggest
details.

From Me:

	I was very young when I figured out I liked men, not boys.  I guess
I could almost thank my mother for leaving when I was young, leaving my
father to take care of me.  He never re-married and dated very seldom.  He
took his fatherly duties very seriously, and was always there for me.
Never missed a play, concert, or game.  He always cheered the loudest, and
no matter how I was, he was always first to point at me and say 'That's my
boy'.

	He was the manliest of men. He was tall, and had a commanding
prescence when he was in a room. Big broad shoulders, tanned leather-worn
skin from roofing every summer since he was a teen, strong calves and a
beard to die for.  His deep voice sent chills through me every morning he
peeked in my room and called

 "Time to wake up champ"

	Even into my late teens in high school, my nickname never changed.
Even now as my father started graying a small bit, he was still sexy as
hell, and often a part of my fantasies.

	I did my best to make sure he never knew what I was.  I was ashamed
of being gay, and did everything in my power to change myself.  I know my
father wanted grandkids he could spoil with the love he gave me.  I forced
myself to never steal glances in the lockerroom, no matter how bad I
wanted.  I always looked at straight or lesbian porn, foring myself to
pleasure these thoughts, not the thoughts of men.  My father even caught me
a few times, and I let the porn linger so he could see it before I turned
it off in a 'panic.  He would just chuckle when he caught me and say

"Sorry son, forgot I was living with a teenage boy."

	I suppose you are wondering about me.  I was your average kid, that
just kind of flowed through school.  Never really noticed or not noticed.
People knew who I was, but had no idea who I was.  I was sure come my 10
year reunion no one would rememberer me.  I took after my father in only
one way.  I was very tall for my age, at just 18, I was 6'5.  My father was
actually very worried, in a 5 month period when I was younger, I went from
being 4'11 to 5'10.  The doctor's assured him I was ok, and I eventually
was.  I kept my hair buzzed, and liked to run my hand in it aimlessly.  I
had pale green eyes, a crooked smile, and a lean body.  Not toned like my
father, but I preferred choir and acting to sports, but I couldn't resist
being in wrestling.  I was actually quite prominent at the sport too.

	School was almost over, and I would be home free in college to try
a few things I had been dying to do since I figured out I was gay.
Everything was going according plan, until Max showed up.

	Max was perfect in every way, he was about 6' tall, dirty blond
hair that he kept short and gelled.  He had broad, strong shoulders much
like my fathers, a welcoming smile and soft hazel eyes.  What really caught
my attention was his 5 o'clock shadow.  It was super manly and went great
with his eyes. He wore baggie clothes, but joined the wrestling team and my
jaw dropped when I saw the rest.  I couldn't help but look, ignoring every
signal in my body to turn away. He wasn't overly muscular, and had a faded
6pack.  You could see it but it wasn't super defined.  What got me was the
treasure trail that ran from his faded "v" in his jock up into a soft
forrest of golden hair on his pecs.  I lost myself staring at his body,
then his arm moved in the picture and waved and pointed up.  Realizing that
I had been staring I breifly met his gaze, he winked.  I slammed my locker
shut and took off towards the gym.

	I had no escape now, as the coach announced since we were closest
in weight class, that I would be practicing with Max.  He had no
reservations about his body, and no shame about getting me wherever he
could.  This guy was a man's man at only 18 and was grinding his rather
outstanding bulge against me whenever he could.  The other jocks in school
picked up on his vibe and Max was instantly going to parties, women were
falling all over him, and he enjoyed every second of it.

	Despite this, Max and I managed somehow, to become pretty good
friends.  His father was military and they had to move alot.  His mother
had passed very young, and Max took care of himself from a young age.  My
father and his met, and his father agreed that Max could stay with us
whenever he pleased, he liked my father's work ethic...and I seemed like a
strong well-mannered child, so I would not be a bad influence.  One day we
discovered another unusual fact about us.  I was inviting him to my
birthday party, as he had shown up to invite me to his.  Turns out, we
shared a birthday, and it was the day after the wrestling divisional
tournement ended.

	We were at the divisional tournament and as was the norm, you were
roomed with the guys you practiced with, so Max and I had to share a room.
Unfortunately for us, we got stuck in a room with a single queen size bed.
I quickly volunteered for the floor, since hotel beds usually were unable
to accomadate my height anyway.  We met the rest of the team down at the
pool and horsed around for a good few hours before Max announced he was
tired and grabbed the one card key we had and took off.  Little did I know,
Max was on a mission from the team

From Max

	The team had a feeling that Glenn was gay, and just wanted to know.
Everyone liked him and wanted him to know it was ok, if he was.  They had
no idea about me tho, and I liked it that way.  I wasn't ready to come out
of the closet, and the girls at this school made it easy.  The few that did
take it to third base, got scared when they saw my cock and would only try
a handjob.  Word got around how big I was and my cover was easy to keep.
At this wrestling meet tho, the team had asked me to figure out if Glenn
was gay.  I could put on all the moves I could, and was to report back to
the team.  We were here for three days and 2 nights, so I was supposed to
find out everything I could.  The more and more I thought about it tho, the
more I couldn't bring myself to do it.  What if he was gay, and like me
didn't want to be outed?  I definitely thought he was cute, and would love
to see more, but then again...what if he wasn't and my moves outraged him,
and he outed me?  Of course the team would think I was acting...but I
really liked Glenn.  We had only known each other for a few months, but he
was the best friend I had ever had.  I didn't want to jeapordize that.

	 So I took my urges to a park in town where I found my cock quota.
My favorite was a tough muscle bear, super sexy and rough.  He actually
reminded me a lot of Glenn, but that was probably just my fantasies
wheeling in my head.  At our last meeting we finally exchanged names and
numbers.

	  I stood in the weak shower contemplating what to do when I heard
his sharp, familiar knock at the hotel door.

	"Yo Max, you gonna let me in so I can get some of this chlorine off
me and sleep or what?"

From Me:

	Max opened the door and let me in, all he had on was a flimsy hotel
towel that barely encircled his hips and front.  He was still damp, his
hair dripping and his chest hair matted and messy.

"Sorry man, was lost in thought".

 "Yea yea, more like had your hand on your dick thinking about...who was
last weeks girl? Chelsea?"

 "Carly, and no, I was actually thinking, so fuck you"

	 He spat, I almost made another jab, but his tone was offset, one I
hadn't heard before.  So I shrugged it off and grabbed my shit for the
shower.  He plopped down in the crummy hotel chair and flicked on the tv.

	I came out of the shower and the tv was still running.  I figured
he would have been in bed by now, the meet started early in the morning,
and heavier weights went first.  Walking by him, I heard his soft familiar
snore I had come to learn in our many late night video game fests.  I
clicked off the tv and shook him.  He was passed out hard, and all he wore
was the flimsy hotel towel.  'It isn't akward, you are just helping your
buddy into bed...it's only akward if you make it akward' I thought to
myself.  I grabbed him from behind and under his arms.  The towel came
loose as I was moving him and for the first time I saw his rumoured cock.
It was scary.  At least 6 inches soft, and very thick.  I softly swore at
the sight of it, and he stirred awake at my movements.

"Oh sure NOW you wake up, after I drag your fat ass halfway across the
room"

 "Yea and where are my clothes at, you trying to rape me in my sleep bud?"
He threw back.

"Are you kidding?  I would never try that, especially with cockzilla being
on your side, you could split somebody in two with that thing.  You are the
one that fell asleep naked and I was trying to get you in bed so you don't
wake up sore."

	He grinned at me and jumped on the bed.  Not bothering to put
clothes on he threw the sheets over himself and turned off the light.

	Night fucker" he called out.

	Night doucheface" I responded.  Soon after I heard his snore once
again.  I was amazed out how fast he could fall asleep.

	I tried to fall asleep, but every time I closed my eyes all I could
see was his massive cock.  Knowing that this wasn't going to end soon I
figured I would rub one out real quick to drain some energy and fall asleep
faster.  I wrapped my fist around my now very hard cock and started to
pump.  Not minutes later did I feel that familiar churning in my balls.  My
hips started bucking and a low moan escaped my throat. One, two,...FIVE
shots hit me in the face, at differing forces...but five in the face.  I
had never had a load go higher than my pecs, and now I am having the
greatest load of my life jacking off to images of my best friends cock?  I
panicked for a brief moment, then passed out at the sheer drop of energy in
my body.

From Max:

	I woke to a very familiar sound.  I had made it many times myself.
Glenn was firing off one fucking huge load not 6 feet from me.  I stayed
still and listened.  I wasn't sure what to do, but when he was finished, he
softly said to himself 'what the fuck Glenn' and then dozed off.  After I
was sure he was asleep, I opened the hotel curtain just enough to get some
light in and a glance at what he had done.  There was cum EVERYWHERE.  On
his face, his chest, the wall behind him, his hand...and his cock.  I had
never seen it before, but laying there it was one of the images of him I
would never forget.  He had large hands, and one was still gripped tightly
around his now soft cock.  There was a lot of cock left too.  if I had to
guess, I would say there was at least 5 inches of soft cock laying there
after what his hand was covering.  My jaw dropped and I couldn't resist.  I
crawled my torso off the bed leaving my legs in, supporting the crawl.  I
had my head right next to his mouth...his steady breathing reassured me.  I
balanced myself on one hand and with the other, took a finger and slid it
across his forehead.  His cum was sweet.

End Part 1