Date: Sat, 18 Mar 2023 14:55:46 -0400 From: Mason Hatfield Subject: Boys Like You Ch. 1 Please donate to Nifty so that the archive can continue into the future. This is a work of fiction that involves perverse sexual fantasies from an adult towards an adolescent. It is not an endorsement of those fantasies. ------------------------------ Chris's son Eric had been inseparable from his friend Luke since they were little kids. They grew up in the same neighborhood, went to the same school, and shared a love for video games, playing sports together and building forts in the woods behind their houses. Luke had always been the bigger kid and Eric was always chasing after him, eager to catch up physically. Chris was proud of his son's growth and development as he picked up soccer, swimming, and track & field by the time he was in middle school. As the boys entered middle school, Eric realized he was gay. He didn't quite know how to explain it or what it meant at first but after some research online--he discovered that he was not alone; many people felt this way too. He confided in Luke about his feelings one day while they were hanging out at his house. To Eric's delight, Luke revealed that he also experienced these confusing emotions towards other boys. Eric came out as gay publicly in 7th grade--much earlier than most of his peers--and though there were some comments made by classmates here and there... overall life stayed pretty normal for him... except now with a new secret: dating Luke. To be honest it was just middle school "dating," but the two best friends enjoyed exploring each other more romantically in 8th grade. It was just kissing and touching over their clothes--neither of them were ready for anything else--but they loved the way such intimacy felt with one another. They kept their relationship hidden from everyone else--even friends--because Luke wasn't ready to come out and he was afraid of how his family would react. For Chris's part--though he always seemed very supportive on the surface--he still felt uneasy about Eric's homosexuality, like many dads who loved their sons but weren't sure what to think about them being "different."    Deep down inside Chris--a man who generally prided himself on being open-minded--had some twisted thoughts brewing regarding gay men: dark conceptions involving promiscuity, submission, nymphomania. Though he'd never voiced these feelings ever, it's what he thought about gay men more generally as a group. And it was making it difficult for him to come to terms with his kind, respectful, athletic son being gay. One afternoon Chris arrived home early from work one afternoon to find his wife still out running errands. He decided to take advantage of the quiet house and check in on Eric, who was upstairs doing homework. He climbed up the stairs and knocked lightly on Eric's bedroom door before entering without waiting for an answer. "Hey bud," Chris said, smiling. "How's it g-" He stood frozen in the doorway, his eyes wide with shock as he watched his son, Eric, kissing his best friend Luke passionately on the bed and groping a bulge in his pants. He was totally unprepared for this sight. Eric immediately pulled away from Luke and sat up straight on the bed, looking mortified. "Dad!" he exclaimed in embarrassment. Luke, who was also taken aback by Chris's sudden intrusion, quickly got off the bed and stood beside it awkwardly, covering his crotch with his hands. Chris didn't say anything at first; he just stood there staring at them both. His mind raced with conflicting emotions -- anger that they were engaging in such activities under his roof without permission; visceral disgust that they were two boys making out like this; but also a strange sense of excitement deep down that made him feel ashamed. Finally finding his voice again after what felt like an eternity of silence to the boys, Chris spoke up sternly: "What do you think you're doing?" Eric looked back down at the floor while Luke tried to answer calmly: "We weren't doing anything wrong... we were just-" "I don't want to hear it," interrupted Chris firmly. "This kind of behavior is not acceptable under my roof." Eric started crying softly while Luke put a comforting arm around him. They knew how supportive Chris had been before but something inside him seemed different now. He seemed more judgmental than usual or even disgusted. Chris looked at Luke with a stern expression. "Luke, it's time for you to go home now," he said firmly. "And you're lucky I'm not calling your father." Luke's eyes were wide as he nodded quickly and turned to Eric. "I'll call you later," he whispered. The lanky, curly-haired boy grabbed his backpack and quickly left the room. Once they were alone, Chris sat down on the bed beside Eric. He took a deep breath before speaking again: "Son, I need to talk with you." Eric wiped away his tears and looked up at his father fearfully. "I want you to know that I love and support you no matter what," started Chris gently. "It's just that seeing you with Luke's hands all over you like that made me think that it's all happening sooner than I thought." He had a funny look on his face. Eric felt a sense of relief wash over him as he realized that his father still loved and supported him. But then, he noticed the strange look on Chris's face and didn't quite understand what he meant. "Dad, what do you mean?" asked Eric with confusion. Chris hesitated for a moment before speaking again: "I just... I don't want to see you get hurt or make any mistakes." Eric frowned in confusion. "What mistakes? What are you talking about? We were just kissing." Chris sighed heavily before continuing: "I just worry about... well," he paused awkwardly. "...about things getting out of control." "What things?" pressed Eric, starting to feel frustrated by his father's vague comments. "Sex," blurted out Chris abruptly. Eric felt himself blush deeply at the mention of such an intimate subject from his dad. He couldn't believe they were having this conversation right now. "Dad, Luke and I haven't done anything like that yet," protested Eric defensively. "I certainly hope not, son, but it's only a matter of time until those feelings become too strong to resist..." trailed off Chris ominously as if lost in thought for a moment. "Boys like you... they-" Eric interrupted his father, feeling uncomfortable with where the conversation was going. "Boys like me? Dad, what are you trying to say?" Chris sighed heavily and looked at Eric with a mix of concern and shame. "I'm sorry son," he said softly. "I just worry about your safety and well-being." "But I don't understand why?" asked Eric. Chris hesitated before speaking again. "I didn't expect you to become so hungry for it so soon." Eric recoiled at his father's words. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Dad, that's not fair," protested Eric angrily. "Just because I'm gay doesn't mean I'm some sort of sex-crazed pervert." Chris looked at Eric with an odd expression. "I know you don't think that, but that's just how it is, son," he said softly yet firmly. He couldn't stop thinking about how Luke's hands looked on Eric's slim, athletic frame; or how enthralled Eric had been with his lips locked onto his friend's. How he'd groped Luke's crotch like he was so hungry for it. It made Chris feel strange. Aroused. Eric stared at his dad. He could tell that his father was still struggling to come to terms with the fact that he was gay and had no idea what sort of thoughts were running through his head. He felt hurt and frustrated by his comments, but at the same time, he loved his dad--he must mean well. He just needed to see the light! "Dad, I understand you're worried about me," said Eric quietly. "But please trust me when I say that Luke and I are being safe and responsible. I promise!" Chris looked at his son for a long moment. Safe and responsible? That was the opposite of gay men. He'd caught Eric tonguing his friend and rubbing on his crotch like a little slut at only fourteen years old! His thoughts were interrupted by Eric, who spoke up again. "I know you might not fully understand or accept it right now, but I hope one day you can see that being gay is just a part of who I am." Chris looked at him again. That's exactly what he was afraid of. That his son would get taken over by the sexual urges of a gay man and find himself a willing whore for cock. But to Eric he just nodded slowly and put a hand on his shoulder. "I'm trying to, Eric," he said softly. Eric smiled weakly at his father before standing up from the bed. "Can we just drop this for now?" he asked. "Of course, son," replied Chris with a weak smile. Then a voice rang out from downstairs. "Anybody home?!" It was Eric's mom; Chris's wife. She called out loudly from below. "I could use some help with these groceries!" Eric and Chris both stood up from the bed, relieved to have a distraction from their awkward conversation. They made their way downstairs together, with Eric feeling grateful for his father's attempt at understanding him even if it was hard to accept. As they helped Eric's mom bring in groceries, Chris couldn't help but feel conflicted about his son's sexuality. He wanted nothing more than to support him fully and unconditionally but he couldn't shake off those negative thoughts that kept creeping into his mind whenever he thought about gay men. He couldn't help but feel conflicted about his feelings towards gay men and how it was affecting his relationship with his son; yet also feeling aroused by what he had seen earlier... The hunger in Eric's body language as Luke kissed him so passionately made him want to take more control over his son's sexual development... but no... he shook himself mentally--that wasn't right! What kind of father thought things like that? He tried to clear his head as his wife chatted with him about her day and not gaze at Troy too much as he reached up to the cupboards to put away groceries. *** The next day was Saturday. Chris woke up to an empty bed, alone with his thoughts--his wife having left early for a shift at the hospital. He still couldn't shake the image of Eric and Luke making out in his head. He felt disgusted with himself for having such perverted thoughts about gay men, yet he couldn't help but be turned on by what he had seen. As they sat down to breakfast together, Chris found it hard to look at Eric without feeling a mix of shame and desire. His son was becoming a gay teen slut right before his eyes... and that both terrified him and excited him all at once. Eric seemed unaware of his father's inner turmoil as he chatted happily about his upcoming swim meet. But each time Eric laughed or smiled, Chris saw only the image of him moaning under Luke's touch. He knew that this wasn't healthy or normal thinking; but he also couldn't deny the fact that seeing two boys kissing like that made something stir inside him--something he found disgusting and concerning while also being darkly exciting. He tried to push those feelings away as they finished their breakfast and got ready for another day; determined to focus on being supportive rather than lustful towards his own child. Chris drove Eric to his swim meet later that morning, determined to put his perverted thoughts behind him and be a supportive father. When he settled in to the bleachers at the pool, he saw Eric laughing with other boys on the team as they joked around in their little speedos. Seeing his son like that made Chris feel uneasy. He couldn't help but wonder how many of those boys had manhandled him or wanted to use him like a slut? The thought made a pit form in his stomach. As he watched from the bleachers, he tried not to let himself become too distracted by such disturbing thoughts; instead trying to focus on cheering for Eric and encouraging him during his first race. But when he saw the other men in the bleachers--the other dads--all cheering, he couldn't help but wonder if they could see through his son's athlete façade. Did they know his son was a cock-hungry faggot? He shook his head, trying to dispel such thoughts. He knew that he was being unfair to Eric. His son had told him that he was being safe, responsible, and taking it slow with Luke. He had to try to trust him, despite his own personal thoughts about gay men. But as soon as the race was over Eric came out of the pool, water dripping off of his lean tanned muscles that glistened under the hazy lights of the pool house. Something inside Chris snapped again. All that pent-up lust just boiled over... and suddenly he wasn't looking at his own son anymore; just an object of desire...a little gay slut hungry for cock. Fuck. He shook himself again to clear his thoughts as his son walked over smiling. "Great job out there, son," Chris said, trying to sound natural. Eric grinned back at his father. "Thanks dad," he replied happily and started dissecting his performance excitedly. But again, Chris found himself wondering about what went on behind closed doors in these young athlete's lives--did any boys on the team have secret gay urges for Eric? Did any of them act on those longings? Like Eric had with Luke? Eric turned to walk back to his teammates, and Chris's eyes couldn't help but follow the boy's perfect little bubble butt as he went--his tan lines exposed by the tiny speedo. Chris felt a sense of shame wash over him for looking at his son in such a way. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't stop the attraction that had been building inside him since Eric had come out. He tried to shake off those thoughts again, feeling guilty for allowing them to fester in his mind. But no matter how much he tried, all Chris could think about now were Eric's slim hips and that cute little ass jiggling ever-so-slightly underneath the thin fabric of his tiny swimsuit. Had Luke touched those pale white globes? Had anyone else? Eric had said he hadn't done anything like that, but of course he would say that to his dad! All kids lied to their parents about sex. As Eric interacted with his friends, Chris's mind kept wandering to dark places. He watched as they laughed and joked around together, wondering if any of them had taken advantage of his son's sexuality. He knew he was being paranoid and unfair towards the other boys on the team; but it seemed like every time he looked at one of them now, all he could imagine was their cocks in Eric's mouth or up his tight little ass. It made him feel sick to think about it, but also strangely aroused. The more Eric talked and joked around with his friends--seemingly so carefree with little touches and smiles--the more convinced Chris became that there must be something going on behind closed doors... maybe even right here by the pool... something dirty and wrong that only a gay boy would do.... like servicing cocks in secret under bleachers or in locker rooms... He tried to shake off such perverse thoughts again; reminding himself that this was just toxic thinking--that not all gay men were sluts--and most importantly--that this was still HIS SON we're talking about! He was jolted out of his disturbing thoughts by the voice of another dad beside him. He turned to see a middle-aged man with a friendly smile looking at Eric. "That your son?" asked the man, nodding towards Eric. "The tan one? He sure is a talented swimmer! You must be proud." Chris forced himself to smile back and replied: "Yes, that's my Eric. And thank you, I am very proud of him." The other dad nodded approvingly before adding: "You know, he could really go places with swimming if he keeps it up." Chris replied amiably, not wanting to show any suspicion or paranoia. "Yeah, he's been practicing really hard. I think he could definitely go far." The man smiled and nodded, seemingly impressed. "That's great to hear. It's always good to see young athletes with such dedication and talent." But as the man turned away to watch his own son compete, Chris couldn't help but wonder if there was more behind his words -- did he know something about Eric that Chris didn't? Could he tell from just looking at him that he was a little faggot slut in the making? Because that's all Chris could see anymore when he looked at his son. He tried to push those thoughts away once again. It was wrong and unfair to Eric; he needed to be supportive of his son's sexuality, not judgmental or paranoid. The swim meet eventually came to an end and Eric said goodbye to his friends, pulling sweatpants over his dried speedo. Chris had forced himself back into a more positive mindset. He had reminded himself that he loved his son no matter what and that it was important for him to continue being a supportive father--even if it meant pushing aside some of his own personal biases towards gay men. As they drove home together in silence, Chris couldn't help but feel conflicted about everything that had happened over the past few days. On one hand, he wanted nothing more than for Eric to be happy and fulfilled in life -- regardless of who he loved or how he expressed himself sexually. But on the other hand... he couldn't shake this feeling that Eric was just hiding the true depths of his gay depravity from him. Eric suddenly spoke up. "Oh, dad," he said softly. "Can you drop me off at Luke's? We're supposed to hang out this afternoon, okay? You don't have to pick me up; I'll just walk home." Chris looked over at his son and nodded slowly. Luke. Eric was going to hang out with Luke. His best friend; no... his fuck buddy. He remembered the sight of his boy's hands sliding over Luke's crotch when he'd caught them. What were they going to be doing at the other boy's house? He tried to push those thoughts out of his mind. "Okay, just be safe and make sure you're back before dark." Eric nodded and smiled. "Thanks dad, I will," he said before getting out of the car. As Chris drove away from Luke's house after dropping off Eric, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was more going on than Eric had admitted. He wondered what kind of depraved sexual activities they were engaging in behind closed doors. So they'd been caught at his house and now they were holed up at Luke's? How many cocks had Eric serviced already? How many times had Luke taken him roughly up against a wall? Chris knew these thoughts were perverse and wrong; but at the same time, they seemed to consume him like an addiction - each new fantasy even darker than the last. He wanted so badly to be supportive of his son's sexuality; yet it seemed like every time he looked at him now all he could see was a little gay teen slut hungry for cock. It made Chris feel ashamed for having such perverted thoughts towards his own child. But no matter how hard he tried to push them aside or ignore them altogether, those perverse fantasies kept coming back--haunting him with their twisted desires; driving Chris further into a dark abyss of lustful longing... and deep down inside... he wasn't sure if he actually wanted this sickening desire for his son's young male body to go away.