Date: Sun, 25 Aug 2013 22:42:14 -0600
From: Ken Smithson <react2fact@gmail.com>
Subject: thats 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.

Part 2								By Glenn S.

From Me:

	I woke with a start to my alarm clock.  It was 7am and the matches
for divisionals started in just 2 hours.  I rubbed my eyes awake and
scratched my eyelid.  Groggily looking at my hand I realized what it
was. 'Oh fuck' I thought, as I realized my hand, torso, face, and the floor
around me was covered with dried cum.  In a panic I looked up, thankfully
Max took forever to wake up in the mornings.  He is the type that hits
snooze 3-4 times until he is almost late.

	I peeled off my shirt and started scraping at the wall trying to
get the cum off.  When I did my best, I used my duffel to cover up what was
on the floor and ran into the shower.  With the water basically dripping on
me, and swapping from scalding to freezing, I did my best to clean myself
up.  When I was satisfied, I exited the shower to see Max was up and about.
He had this goofy smile on when we met eye contact.  I raised my brow
questioningly.

"You sleep good?" he asked.

"Mmmhm, ready to kick some ass today."

"Damn right.  The shower as weak as it was last night?"

"Worse.  No temperature control, entire team must be showering about now"

	I went down to the continental breakfast they had, which was toast
and juice.  Not much, but it came with the room, so we couldn't complain.
I came back up and Max was still in the shower.  Thankfully this time I had
our only key and was able to get in.

	I put two plates of toast on the little coffee table and claimed
the chair.  I mindlessly devoured mine and stared at where I had slept.
Unless you were looking for it, you wouldn't notice my mess, but once you
saw it, it was pretty obvious.  I reminded myself to make sure I live a tip
for the maid before we left.

From Max:

	Glenn was right, the shower was even worse this morning than it was
last night.  I danced in and out of the spray/drip or whatever you would
call it.  When I got out of the shower, Glenn was sitting in the chair
munching, and staring intently at the wall.  I followed his gaze and met
the wall where his dried cum was fucking everywhere.  I chuckled and it
broke his train of thought.

	"Oh hey, didn't hear you get out of the shower.  I got you
breakfast.  Sorry if my alarm woke you, I know you like to sleep in."

	"Yea well, better than what I woke up to last night" 'Shit, did I
just say that out loud?'

	Glenn turned about 100 shades of red instantly.  "Oh man, you heard
that?"

	"Yea, no big deal...we're men, we do it...I just didn't know so
loudly."

	"Fuck dude, I am so sorry...I just...couldn't sleep...had a lot
going on in my head"

	"Oh yea, who is she?  C'mon man, I'm your bro.  You can tell me
anything, I won't tell the guys I swear"

	"It...I..." He didn't finish.  Our eyes locked for a few long
moments, he looked so lost and confused.  It was cute as fuck.  Before
either of us could continue, a loud knock came at the door.

	"Lets get going boys, matches start in an hour and we need to do
our weigh-ins"

	The bus ride to the school was silent.  I kept trying to start a
conversation with Glenn, but he was just aimlessly staring out the window.

From Me:

	Panic flooded me.  Had I moaned his name last night?  I didn't
think I had, but I couldn't remember.  How much had he heard?  I had so
many questions, and I knew I couldn't ask them.  Dread flowed through my
veins as I passed through the doors to the lockerroom.  How much did max
know?

	The weigh-ins were always my favorite part.  You could easily tell
who was confident in their body and who wasn't.  Max was among the
proudest.  He worked hard at his body and I always admired it when I saw
it.  For whatever reason, he hid it most of the time behind baggy clothes
and hooded sweatshirts.  Here, however, he thrived.  Marching around in his
tight boxer briefs, he drew the eye of every boy (and man) in the room.

	Out on the mat, I had the unfortunate draw of being matched against
the defending division champion.  Unlike most boys in the class, but much
like me, he was not of the mid-height stocky breed, but rather tall and
toned.  At only two inches shorter than me, he had an advantage of much
more powerful legs.  I put up a fight, but lost in the end.  I'd like to
say it was because my thoughts were elsewhere, but on the mat...that was my
existance.  I put everything I had into the match but was just outplayed.
Being that it was divisionals, you only had a shot at double elimination if
you won your first match, so I was out.

	Max, on the other hand, won his match and crawled up the ladder to
the final match that would be tomorrow afternoon.

From Aaron (Glenn's Father)

	I woke up at my usual time in the hotel and didn't remember where I
was for a moment.  I remembered that Glenn was off wrestling today, so I
didn't have to get him to school.  I dozed off and slept till mid
afternoon. I glanced down at my phone and saw one new text message from my
late-night park cock sucker, Will.

Sry i wasnt @ the park last nite.  out of town with wrstl tm.

	Instantly turned on that this high school stud was on the wrestling
team with my son and his best friend, I texted back.

That's ok.  How about a picture of you in a singlet to tide me over?  Would
be nice to see your face and body.  No need to hide it behind baggy clothes
and shit.  I don't judge :). Give me something more to jack off about
besides that hot mouth and throat

	After thinking for a moment, I added Or better yet, without the
singlet

	Realizing the time, I called Glenn and apologized for missing his
first match.

	"It's ok dad, I lost.  It was a good fight but I just got
out-manuevered.  The guy was last years state champ"

	"Ahhh shit son, I got a beer or two at home that will ease the
pain."

	"Haha thanks dad.  Hey, Max is in the final for his weight class if
you want to come watch tomorrow?"

	"Tell him I wouldn't miss it, and to kick some ass" Glenn hung up
the phone.

	My phone buzzed with a text message from will

	but then the mystry is gone. whrs the fun in tht??? :-)

	"FUCK".  This kid was a tease and a half.  I had no idea who he
was, but couldn't stop thinking about him.  Realizing I was rock hard, I
decided I needed to get rid of this raging hardon before I stepped into the
shower.

	In the mirror I stood admiring myself for a minute.  At only 38, I
still looked damn good.  My hair was receding a bit, but my body was
definitely still in shape.  I had let it go a little bit, but picked up one
of those infomercial get fit in 60 days videos.  They were fucking INTENSE,
but man did they work. I looked great, and my hardening 8 inches looked
great with this new body.  I ran my hands over my defined abs and chest,
stopping at my wide awake nipples.

	I turned the shower on, and let it warm up for a bit, keeping one
hand lightly pinching either nipple alternating.  Once it was the right
temperature, I stepped in and let the heat envelop my body.  I closed my
eyes and gripped my veiny cock with one hand and started to pump, pinching
my nipples harder.  I thought of Will's hot mouth all the way down my cock.
I was certain that if the kid didn't have a gag reflex, that he was a very
experianced cock-sucker.  The fact that he was on the wrestling team made
it that much hotter.  My mind started to wonder, to Max and his handsome
face.  Wonder what it would be like if he was a cock sucker, altho I'm sure
he was straight as an arrow like his dad.  Then there was Glenn.  I knew my
son was gay, but didn't want to pressure him to come out to me.  He was
growing into a fine young man, and he definitely looked like his daddy.
Only leaner, but I think some of that meat went to what was swinging in
between his legs.  If my eyes weren't playing tricks on me I was certain I
had seen a glimpse recently of a near ten inch cock.  I thought about using
that as a handle of fucking him with my man cock. I thought of shoving my
cock down my sons throat and giving him a taste of a real man.

	"There ya go Glenn, suck your daddys cock. Maybe if you are a good
boy I'll fuck you hard" I blew my load almost instantly.

	'Holy fuck...did I just blow my load thinking about raping my own
son?'

From Me:

	I hung up the phone from my dad and turned to Max.  He was texting
away at his own phone.

	"My dad says he'll be here to watch you in the final match
tomorrow."

	"Cool." he said, finishing his text message.

	"Who was that?" I asked, nodding at his phone.

	"Oh, just...a friend from my last school.  Paul"

	He left it at that and we got back to our room at the hotel.  The
entire team came by the room over the course of the night, congratulating
Max on his success in the meet.  Only one other had made it, a quirky
freshman that was suprisingly quick with his wiry frame on the light-weight
matches.

	I had spent hours thinking about what happened last night.  I
couldn't get it out of my head.  I had thought of coming out of the closet
a lot, but I didn't want to disapoint my dad, and I certainly didn't want
to lose Max as a friend, he was the only real one I had ever had. Fuck this
sucked, I couldn't be in love with Max just because I saw his dick could I?
Maybe I had always been in love with him and the complete image was the
last puzzle piece I needed to put it together?

	The team captain stopped by the room with a back-pack.  He opened
it and tossed a 6-pack of beer on the bed with 1 missing.  He grabbed it
out of his back-pack and wiggled it, so we knew where it was.  Putting his
finger on his lips to indicate 'Mum's the word' he slipped out of our room
into the night.  Max popped one and tossed an unopened one my way.  I
aimlessly tossed it back and forth, lost in thought.

	"So who is she?" Max broke the silence, and de-railed my train of
thought.

	"Huh?"

 	"Oh.  Well."  I stopped.  I looked at Max, my best friend in the
world.  I cracked my beer and took a long swig.  Images of our entire
friendship flooded back to me.  When we first met in the lockerroom.  On
the wrestling match.  Our sleepovers riddled with video games and r-rated
movies. Him.  His smile, his hair that was perfect every time I saw him,
even waking up in the morning.  His soft definition on his body.  His deep
sexy voice singing in the school choir with me.  His naked body, limp in my
hands last night.  His eyes.  I knew.  I knew I was in love with him, and I
knew I was willing to risk it all.  I couldn't be just friends anymore.

	"Max.  I love you."  I said, at least I think that's what I said, I
couldn't be sure.  He cocked his head, question was in his eyes. "I love
you." I repeated myself, knowing I had said it loud and clear that time.  I
awaited his reaction.  Was I going to lose him?

	"I love you too, bro." He started.

	"No," I interupted, tears starting to flow.  "No Max.  Not like
that, I love you like something more.  It was you last night Max.  You in
my head.  It has always been you.  Ever since we met.  I love you, I love
everything about you.  The worst thing I could ever think about would be
losing you, but I can't just be friends.  You are everything I want.  I
understand if you hate me.  I hate myself for being gay, but I can't fight
it anymore, it's who I am.  I guess my hope is that you don't hate me and
accept me.  At least don't kill me.  Fuck it wouldn't matter if you did.
At least my dad wouldn't have to know he's got some sissy for a son."  I
rambled off, lost in choking tears and snot.  I covered my face in
shame...hoping Max would just break my neck.

	I felt a soft hand on my knee and looked up.  Max was right in
front of me.  Searching my eyes.  "Max, I'm sorry...please don't hate me."

	His mouth hung open as if to speak...and then he kissed me.

End of Part 2