Date: Mon, 18 Apr 2005 17:21:31 -0700 From: dlacourse Subject: Like Son, Like Father The phone rang once before I picked it up in my study. The voice on the other end I did not recognize. It was male and somewhat deep. I listened quietly and too shocked to speak as the voice told me my seventeen year old son was queer! The voice said he sucked cocks and sodomized other boys. He was a fucking faggot and he didn't want to see him back in school next semester. I must have stood there for several minutes holding the phone to my ear with just a dial tone. I hung up and plopped down in my chair still thinking about what the man had said. Whether it was true or not, I had to approach Randy with the accusations. I knew his mother would be gone for the weekend to visit her sister. I asked him he wanted to go fishing for the weekend, just the two of us men. He agreed and I even detected a bit of enthusiasm in his voice. Early Saturday morning we struck out for Lake Humboldt and the peace and quiet of the woods. We took a cabin on the south shore of the lake. It was one back off in the woods somewhat. We spent several hours fishing without any luck so we returned to the cabin for lunch. I thought this would be the perfect time to bring up the phone call. "I got a call the other day, Randy." "Yeah? Who from?" "I don't really know. It was a male voice that was disguised." "No shit! What did he want?" "He. He just went on about how you were gay. That you liked to play with boys and things like that." "Yeah, fuck!" Randy threw his sandwich in the sink. "What the hell was he talking about, son?" "He was talking about me being gay! Is that what you wanted to hear from me?" I sat there in shock looking for something to say but I was at a loss for words. "Yeah, dad," Randy shook my arm. "You didn't really know?" I shook my head. "How would I know? Because I saw you masturbate once? Everyone does. If you had magazines you hid them well." Randy laughed. "You watched me masturbate?" I nodded. "Yeah. Once in the garage. I was working in the back yard. You didn't know I was there. I walked by the window. You were kneeling naked on the floor. Whacking away on your dick." Randy smiled. "You ever masturbate in the garage?" I suddenly realized this was the first honest real talk we ever had between us as men. I smiled. "Yeah. I have. Every guy masturbates. That doesn't make them gay." Randy smiled back. "Remember when we used to shower together? I would play with you dick?" "Yeah, but you were young then. I don't think you knew what sex was then." Randy shook his head. "I remember pulling your hard cock down between you legs. Then I let go and it would snap up against your belly." He took hold of my arm. "I knew at a young age I liked men. That is all I can tell you. I won't change. I can't change. So, you'll just have to throw me out." I took his hand and held it tight. "You're my son. I can't change that and I wouldn't. I won't throe you out. I'll have to accept you as you are." Randy held on to my hands. "You accept me enough to let me suck you cock?" He caught me off guard and I went silent again searching for something to say. All this sexual talk had made me hard and I thing Randy knew it. I swallowed. "I don't think it would be appropriate." Randy stood and put his hands on my shoulders. "Suppose I tie you up. Then you won't have a choice. You will have to participate. It's a game we play. Me and my friends." I don't know what came over me. Maybe I wanted to let him know I accepted him for who he was. Whatever, I agreed to let him do what he wanted. Randy stepped back. "Take off your shirt and boots. Then put your hands behind your back." As soon as I did he bound them together with a belt. "This game is sex slave," Randy began. "You must remain silent. You cannot say a word. I will take control of everything that happens. You just have to comply. Understand?" I felt a little foolish but I nodded my head in agreement. Randy carefully began to unfasten my pants, letting them drop to the floor. His thumbs slipped under the elastic of my shorts. His hands slid them down around my ankles and over my feet. I was now completely naked standing in front of my gay son. A wave of humiliation swept over me. It was like I had nothing to hide anymore. My son could see everything about me. "Spread your legs," Randy ordered. He knelt down and stroked my already semi hard cock. It responded immediately by going fully erect. His mouth slid over the head and his tongue worked some real magic. I know it sounds like a lie but I never had a blow job in my forty three years. Not even from a woman. I was surprised how great Randy made it feel. Suddenly he brought me over the edge, my hips shot forward and I groaned loud. My sperm filled his teenage mouth as he sucked harder and harder. "Get on your knees," Randy ordered. "It's time you tasted your son's hard cock." Randy slid his hard cock into my mouth and began humping. I felt his balls hit my chin several times. It was less that a minute and I felt his hot sperm pouring into my mouth. Most slid out of my mouth running down my chin but a small amount I couldn't help but swallow. I sat down at the table to catch my breath while Randy toweled up the mess we in the floor. Still naked, he took a beer out of the cooler and opened it. "When are you going to untie me," I asked? "I don't think I'm through yet." He reached over, took my nipples between his fingers and twisted back and forth. I was surprised how rapidly my dick swelled. "Dad, I never said this before. You are really hot," Randy sat the beer down and made me stand up. "Your cock and balls are nice and big." His hand went up between my legs, groping my balls. "Your muscles are toned. Not flabby. You ass is perfect too." His hands rubbed back and forth over my ass cheeks. "Just the right amount of hair. I think you're the best looking man I ever seen." Once again I was speechless. I didn't know how that was how he viewed me. He led me into the bedroom and made me lay face down across the bed. I knew what he was going to do. I suppose I could have demanded he untie me or made a fuss but I didn't. I let him do what he wanted. He spread my legs wide apart while his fingers probed inside my ass. He used the suntan lotion to make my hole slippery. I felt his cock slip past the pucker and deep into my bowels. This was another first for me. I had never been fucked by a man. The room was filled with the sound of his hips slapping against my ass cheeks. He gave out a large groan, his fingers dug into my back as he unloaded his cock. He rolled off and wiped up with a towel including my ass crack. He helped me get up and he saw my cock was rock hard again. "You really make me happy," he smiled grabbing hole of my dick. "I'm gonna masturbate you now just for fun." I put up no resistance instead I rocked my hips with each stroke gave me cock. "I love the way your big balls roll up and down, dad." He quickened the stroke. Suddenly I felt myself release. I moaned and groaned as Randy racked his fingers over my dick head. I was more than I could take. I fell backward on the bed. "Please, Randy! Please stop! I can't take it anymore." I said between gasps of air and the pure enjoyment. Randy plopped down on the bed next to me. "I guess I found your weakness. Raking your cock head drives you insane." "It sure does," I gasped. "I thought I was going to pass out." Randy untied me and we laid there for the longest time. The next day was Sunday. We knew we would have to start back home soon. We spent the morning loading up the truck and checking to make sure we didn't leave anything behind. I knew I had to address the issue. I turned to my son. "Randy? What happened up here? Your mother can never know about this. Understand?" "Sure, dad. I don't plan on publishing it." "What we did is not considered ethical." "I know. I know!" I did a lot of thinking on the way home about Randy and me. About what we did and how far we came as father and son that day. What I had a hard time dealing with was the fact that I liked it! The End....