Date: Wed, 23 Aug 2006 14:11:47 -0700
From: tball101@hotmail.com
Subject: Inspired by the Son - Chapter 1

This story is fiction, but it is inspired by a true incident involving a
father and son and the events that unfolded afterwards.

There are graphic depictions of male homosexuality contained in this story
so if you don't like it, don't read it.

Love to hear your feedback. Send me an email at tball101@hotmail.com



"Inspired by the Son" - Chapter One

My name is Bob. I am a forty something gay man.

In fact, I'm a submissive cocksucking bottom with a penchant for big black
dick.

How I came to identify myself this way after being married for close to
twenty years and rearing two kids requires a little history.

I married the love of my life, Janine, when I was only nineteen. Janine was
a hot little girl I met in high school and from the first time I saw her, I
knew she would be my wife.

Unlike a lot of my friends, I knew I was never college material, and
immediately after graduation, I entered the work force. I was a construction
guy and I knew that I wanted to do that work for the rest of my life. I
loved building things.

From the time Janine and I got together, her dream was to have kids and a
house to call her own. I promised her that I'd fulfill her dreams and we set
out together on our journey.

I hooked up with a prominent construction firm that built huge corporate
developments and began my long climb up the ladder to becoming a project
manager. By the time I was 21, our first child Joshua was born. Four years
later, our daughter, Lynn, followed him.

During my twenties and my early thirties, my career got better and better. I
was my bosses' favorite and continued to excel at grasping the finer points
of operating major construction projects.

Our kids grew big and strong and by the time I was 37, we had achieved the
American Dream: a beautiful five bedroom suburban house and all the typical
toys that go along with it. I though things were great.

My son, Josh was my pride and joy. He grew into a handsome, studly 16 year
old and was on the varsity football team. He was around six feet tall with a
nicely toned, athletic body and a handsome face. My wife nicknamed him
"Abercrombie" because he looked like one of the guys in those ads.

My daughter was cute as a button and my wife Janine was a great Mom. She got
a little heavy over the years but things were cool. Okay, she was downright
fat and our sex life could have been better, but she was a good Mom and
wife.

During Josh's junior year in high school, when he became varsity, he started
hanging out with Troy, the team's # 1 wide receiver. Even though Josh was
the team's number two receiver, they became good friends and Troy was
constantly over the house.

Troy was an impressive young man and athlete. We all called him "Mini TO".
He was a black god, around 6'3", possessing an unbelievable sculpted body, a
great set of hands and burning speed on the field.

These two were inseparable. In fact, I had no idea how close they were.



One Saturday, at the beginning of my son's senior year, an incident occurred
that would change my life.

My wife and daughter were gone for the weekend visiting the in-laws and Josh
and I had the weekend to our selves. As usual, Troy was over early in the
afternoon to hang with Josh and I was free to do as I pleased.

The boys were throwing the football around in the backyard and I told Josh I
was heading out to run some errands. In fact, I wanted to go catch a few
beers with some old buddies I hadn't seen in a while.

At noon, I told Josh I'd be back around 5pm and headed off.

Getting to the old watering hole, I found that my Saturday afternoon fun
wasn't what it was cracked up to be. A few of my buddies didn't show up and
after around two hours or so, I was bored and decided to head back home.

At 3pm, I pulled up to my beautiful suburban castle as I would any other
day. Things were really quiet. No Josh and Troy in the back yard. I got the
mail and headed in.

As I entered my front door, the house was deadly quiet. I figured the boys
were out.

I walked in the kitchen, grabbed a beer and began to flip through the mail.

Junk, junk, bill, junk, bill, bill. As I put the mail down on the counter, I
thought I heard something. It sounded like a moan. I called out. "Josh?" No
reply.

I could still hear something. It was very faint. But it sounded like
moaning. In fact, it was the unmistakable sound of sex.

My first thought was that I surprised my son by coming back home early and
caught him with a chick. He was after all a pretty big jock football stud
and there were always a bunch of hot high school girls hanging around him.

I quietly walked down the hall to his room. The sounds of sex were getting
louder.

I was a bit conflicted. If my son was getting a piece of ass, I didn't
really want to intrude. I was proud of him. Isn't that what every high
school stud should be doing?

Then again, he was only 17 and this was my house. If he was going to get
laid he should be doing it somewhere else, like I did at his age.

I quietly walked up to his closed bedroom door. The sound of sex, the
grunting and panting were unmistakable.  I was nervous and strangely turned
on at the same time. I felt like some kind of sick voyeur. I decided to
leave and give my son his privacy.

Just as I turned to go I heard distinctly, a voice saying, "Oh yeah, take
it."

My ears perked up. It was Troy's voice.

Was Troy having sex with some girl in Josh's room? That was just wrong. This
wasn't a whorehouse: it was MY house. Then again, Troy was Josh's best
friend and a good kid. Maybe my boy was just giving him a safe harbor to get
his rocks off.

Again, I decided to leave, but a flurry of comments began from the other
side of the door: "Oh yeah, give it to me", "You like that black dick?" "Oh
fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck."

The other voice didn't sound like a girl. It sounded like Josh.

My heart was in my mouth. My son, Josh, was having sex with Troy? I couldn't
believe what I was hearing. Maybe they were double teaming a couple of
chicks? As the grunting and noises continued I was sick, it sounded like two
guys. I was breathing heavy and I felt a rush of blood flow to my cock at
the thought. What the fuck was going on??

If they were having sex with each other, I didn't want to know about it, but
then again, I didn't want to leave with these thoughts of my son going on in
my mind if I was wrong.

I had to look and see what was going on. I slowly and stealthily put my hand
on the doorknob and opened the door the slightest sliver.

What I saw dropped my jaw and surprisingly, to me, popped my rod.

My son Josh, my pride and joy, wasn't getting a piece of ass, he was the
piece of ass. There he was, up on all fours at the edge of his bed getting
fucked from behind by Troy.

Troy's sculpted ebony body and unbelievable physique dominated both the
scene and my boy. He was holding Josh by the hips as he plunged mercilessly
again and again into Josh's ass, his muscled bubble butt flexing with each
thrust.

At first, I thought my son was getting ass raped. But when Troy asked Josh
again "You like this black dick?" and Josh moaned, "Fuck yeah" in ecstasy, I
realized that I was wrong.

Troy's body was amazing. He was a black Michelangelo's David: only bigger,
blacker and fucking my son.

My shock was broken only by the growing realization that my dick was also
growing. I was hard as a rock. I was panting almost as hard as the boys at
this point.

I couldn't turn away.

Troy picked up the pace of his ass pounding as Josh groaned and grunted, "Oh
yeah" and "Oh Fuck" and began to moan, "Fuck me, baby, fuck me. I want you
to cum!"

Troy's ass cheeks tensed up, he gave one final last thrust and he came with
a huge groan of released tension. Josh was impaled on his dick like a pig on
a spit.

"Oh, yeah, oh yeah", Troy said as he leaned over Josh who lied spent, his
face buried in his pillow.

"Oh God", Troy said as he slowly pulled his dick out of my son's ass and
stood up. Josh moaned a satisfied moan and my eyes almost popped out of my
head at the sight of Troy's huge cock.

It was monumental. His condom-covered dick looked as thick as a beer can and
had to be at least nine inches long. I had never seen a dick so big. The
reservoir tip of the condom was filled with a huge load of jism. THAT was up
my son's ass??

Josh rolled over and quickly grabbed Troy's dick. He pulled the condom off,
handed it to Troy and began to lick Troy's cock clean while he feverishly
starting jerking off.

"Oh yeah, baby, lick that dick." Troy took the condom and squeezed it like a
tube of toothpaste and poured his seed all over my Josh's face. "Yeah baby,
come on, cum for me man."

It seemed like they'd done this before.

His face covered with cum, Josh just kept whacking off feverishly, moaning
and licking droplets of Troy's sperm off his lips. He started to moan louder
and told Troy he was about to come. Troy gave him an encouraging "Yeah baby,
cum baby".

Josh gave out a small sigh, arched his back and exploded with streams of cum
that went all over the place. Troy wiped up a glob that landed on his leg
and tenderly fed it to Josh who greedily licked it off his finger.

"Yeah baby, you are so hot." Troy said tenderly as he lifted Josh up and
sweetly started to wipe cum off my son's face and feed it to him. Josh
looked at Troy and gave him one of the sluttiest looks I ever saw. Troy
pulled him close and they started kissing. Josh looked like he was in
heaven.

Troy, this stallion of a young man was making out with my son after he just
used him like some kind of submissive cock slut.

My dick was practically ripping a hole through my jeans. I had to get out of
there. I slowly and ever so quietly closed the door and silently padded out
of the house.

Wanting to make as little noise as possible, I put my pick up in neutral and
rolled it out into the street before I started it. When I finally started
the engine and took off, all I could do is rub my dick through my pants and
start talking to myself aloud. "Holy fuck!" I screamed to no one. "What the
fuck is going on?"



I was in shock. Josh never showed any signs of being a fag. He wasn't the
slightest bit effeminate, was always a jock and had all the girls at school
after him. He was a red-blooded, All-American male. This had to be a
mistake.

But there was no mistaking what I had just seen with my own eyes. He had
Troy's cock up his ass. And what a cock it was!

He was covered in cum, worshiping that huge black dick. They were kissing.
Why was my dick so hard?

I didn't know what to do. I was aghast. He was my son; I didn't want him to
be gay. A good-looking jock his age was supposed to be out banging beaver
not getting banged like beaver.

But God, it was hot. Why was I so turned on?

The urge to ignore the whole thing and pretend it never happened was strong.
But I've always prided myself on being a good parent and what kind of
responsible father would I be if I didn't confront my son? After all, he was
engaged in risky sexual activity and all I could see in my head was the
sight of his sweet face covered in globs of cum. Why didn't I stop them? Why
didn't I bust in and put an end to it?

It would have been such a traumatic scene. My son would have been freaked
out and man, it was so hot. I wondered what it would be like to have my lips
on that big dick, licking it and worshipping it like my little cock lover
son.

I pushed those sexual thoughts out of my head. I had to get a hold of
myself. First and foremost, I needed to deal with being a good Dad and
figure out how to handle this shocking situation; I decided I would deal
with my own sudden and confusing sexual feelings later.

I went back to the bar and had drinks. I definitely needed to relax.



I got back to the house around six to find Josh and Troy outside throwing
the football around like nothing ever happened. Then again, as far as I was
supposed to know, nothing did happen.

"Hey, Mr. C!" Troy yelled as he threw me the ball and flashed me a big
smile.

I couldn't help but look at him in a whole new light. He was a really
handsome kid. His masculine demeanor, calm confidnece and incredibly
powerful body all screamed Alpha Male. Not to mention the monster he had in
his pants.

"Dad!" Josh wanted the ball. I threw it to him. "Watch this. Go long Mini
TO!" he yelled out. Troy took off like a bullet train.

Josh threw a pass out into the street, but Troy out ran the ball and his
throw fell far short. It skidded across the pavement.

"Oops!" he giggled and shrugged his shoulders. I watched his beaming face as
his eyes never left Troy. "Sorry dude, you ran too far".

"You threw too short!" Troy yelled back.

I couldn't help but looking at Josh in a new light as well. As I watched my
masculine jock son run up to Troy and give him a high five, I now saw a
sissy boy with a schoolgirl's crush. He was obviously weak and willing to be
used. Of course he was Troy's bitch. How could I have been so blind?

Josh asked what we were having for dinner and asked if Troy could stay over
for the night.

My heart skipped a beat. Stay over? How could I say no? Troy had stayed over
our house a bunch of times. I never gave it a second thought. Then again I
had no idea he was plowing my son.

"Yeah, sure. We'll order pizza." I said in a daze and walked in the house.



The pizza was good and the evening was uneventful. Josh and Troy spent most
of the evening playing Play Station in our basement rec room and I spent the
evening getting drunk and watching TV upstairs.

I was a wreck. I was constantly checking in on them, hoping my presence
would prohibit them from having sex again. Of course, my thought process
made no sense at all. Obviously, they wouldn't have sex with me trolling
around the house. Every time I walked into the basement I expected to find
them doing something sexual, but they seemed just like Josh and Troy always
were: a couple of good kids hanging out. But I was obsessed with sexual
images of them having sex. Maybe it was wishful thinking.

By midnight I was really drunk. I had to go to bed, but there was no way I
was going to leave them alone in the rec room.

I went down stairs and made a slurred bedtime announcement and told the boys
it was time to turn off Play Station and get to bed. Josh looked at me
slightly pissed and asked why. After all, he was 17 and was normally allowed
to stay up late on Saturday nights.

I told him I had a lot of plans for tomorrow and we needed to be up early.
"What plans?" he asked. "You'll find out. Come on, upstairs to bed. Troy,
you got everything you need down here?"

"Yeah, Mr. C." I could hear the disappointment in his voice.

We went upstairs with Josh grumbling all the way. He closed the door to his
room without saying goodnight to me. He was pissed. "Oh well, no Troy for
him tonight" I thought to myself.

I was drunk. I crashed on my bed and passed out.



I woke up at 3:22 am with a swarming head and a throbbing dick full of piss.

I walked down the hall to the bathroom and pissed like a racehorse. On the
way back to my room, I walked by Josh's bedroom door and hesitated. I was
back at the scene of the crime.

The house was deadly silent. His door was closed. All seemed as it should
be. But was it? I had to check and make sure Josh was in his bed... alone. I
held my breath and slowly and silently opened the door.

I momentarily reeled on my feet when I saw Josh wasn't in his bed. I
couldn't believe he had the balls to sneak down to Troy while I was in the
house. This was the perfect opportunity to catch him in the act and put an
end to their sexual relationship, like I should have done the first time I
caught them together.

But instead of making noise and charging downstairs, I found myself creeping
as quiet as a mouse down the steps.

The closer I got to the basement, the more I could hear Troy's whispering
voice. At first, I couldn't make out the words, but they soon became clear:
"Oh yeah, baby, suck that dick." The words were accompanied by slurping and
muffled moans. I knew what was happening. My cocksucker son was giving Troy
a blowjob.

I should have burst in, but of course I didn't. Again, I was too titillated
at the thought of what was going on. There's no door to the basement rec
room, only the opening from the stairwell. The back of the room where the
couch and TV are is around the corner.

I slowly crept down to the landing and listened to the sounds of my son's
gay sex. He was slurping away like a pro and Troy was whispering aggressive
encouragement to him.

"You like that dick white boy?"

"Mmm, hmm", Josh replied, his mouth full of cock.

I had to see what was going on. I carefully peered around the corner. All I
could see was the back of the sofa and the back of Troy's head. Josh was
obviously bobbing away out of my view. I stood there for what seemed like
ages, rubbing my own hard cock through my pants.

Suddenly, Troy grunted, "Oh here him it comes baby, take it, take it!"

He was cumming in my son's mouth!! Josh let out muffled moans of delight and
greedily continued to suck and slobber on Troy's dick. Man, I wished I could
see what was happening.

"Oh, yeah baby, oh God, that is so good. Eat my cum, baby," Troy continued
to whisper. "Oh yeah..."

The sucking noise stopped and I heard Josh's voice say "That was good." He
stood up smiling like a kid at Christmas, butt naked and wiping cum off his
lips.

"Come on man, give me that little white dick," Troy said as I saw him slowly
bend his head and take Josh's cock into his mouth. Josh moaned and closed
his eyes as he rubbed Troy's bobbing head.

I couldn't believe Troy was sucking my son's cock. It didn't seem right that
a stud like him would engage in such activity. Ironically, only hours ago, I
thought of my son the same way. Now, after what had transpired I could only
think of him as a disappointing cocksucker. Well, I thought, at least my son
was getting some for a change.

Josh was gently moaning and suddenly said "I'm gonna cum!" He pulled his
cock out of Troy's mouth, started jerking off and came all over Troy's
chest. Well, at least that's what I deducted from my obstructed angle.

"Oh yeah, nice." Troy said as Josh leaned down and started to kiss his neck
and lick his load off of Troy's chiseled chest.

Again, I was in shock. My son was a truly a cum bucket.

I was also in heat. I needed to jerk off desperately

I took one last look as Josh and Troy started making out passionately on the
sofa and quietly retreated to my room.

As I started jerking off, the only thought in my mind was Josh sucking a big
black cock. Man, it was SO FUCKING HOT!! My testosterone fueled masturbation
session soon featured the fantasy of me doing the same thing.

I shot a huge load and collapsed back into bed. It was 3:52 am and I was
exhausted. The thought of how to address this issue with my son was far from
my mind as I drifted off to sleep with visions of cock dancing in my head.



Well that's the first part of this sordid tale. I hope you enjoyed the read.

Chapter Two coming soon.

Love to hear your feedback. Send me an email at tball101@hotmail.com