Date: Mon, 9 Dec 2013 23:29:54 -0700 From: zarochit . Subject: thats my boy- 6 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. Also, remember to donate to keep nifty alive! That's My Boy by Glenn S. Part 6 From Me The color in Max's face vanished. I started to panic, how could I have forgotten that there was still one very important person out there that didn't know about us, and that was Max's father. "WELL, IS SOMEONE GOING TO ANSWER ME? WHY THE FUCK IS MY SON KISSING ON HIS BEST FRIEND?" Max's father screamed again. "Malcolm", my father said, approachin him "Your boy and my boy are in love with each other." he started "LIKE FUCK THEY ARE. MAX, GET IN MY CAR, RIGHT FUCKING NOW!" Max shifted to get up, and his father locked eyes on me, "AND IF YOU EVER, COME NEAR MY SON AGAIN, YOU LITTLE FAGGOT, I WILL PERSONALLY DISMEMBER YOU." Max stopped, and sat back down. He grabbed me and held onto me tight. "Dad, I care about Glenn, and you can't change that. I didn't choose to be gay, but I have chosen to accept it, and to be with him. What is so wrong with that?" Taken back for a second and regaining his composure, Max's father spoke softer, but still as stern. "Because I didn't raise my son to be a faggot. You will come home with me right now, and you will NEVER speak to these people again. Is that perfectly clear?" he growled, his voice dripping in anger. Max took a deep breathe, and held it for what seemed like an eternity. When he released it he locked eyes on his father...I had never seen this look from Max. Such hate...fury...hostility. "No SIR", he spoke sharply with sarcasm. "It is not clear, so let me make something clear to you. I AM GAY. YOUR SON LIKES MEN, and you know WHAT? Some day, I am going to marry this man sitting right next to me, because we love each other, and care about each other. Something that family is supposed to do. Max's father walked right up to Max, cocked his head, and punched max square in the temple. "I. Have. No. Son." he spat, and turned around and left silently. From Max My head was throbbing. I shook it off and everyone started to freak out and fawn over me. "I'm fine, I'm fine. He'll get over it, he was just at some stupid hardcore camp and is always mad at everything when those are over." I started to get up and fell to my knees. Instantly Glenn was at my side. "Dude, are you sure you are ok? That was a solid punch. He didn't hurt you did he?" Glenn spoke softly. "I am fine, I promise." But I wasn't fine. I was torn up on the inside. How could I have gotten so caught up in this whirlwind of love and lust that I forgot about my father. He had no idea, and now found out in the worst possible way. I knew how he felt about homosexuals, and was put on military trial for alleged gay beatings while he was on tour. He was never convicted, but I wasn't convinced. I knew he meant what he said, and I was afraid to face him ever again. "Ok everyone, I think that is enough for tonight." Glenn's father called out. He leaned down to us and told us to go inside. "Boys if you don't mind helping me clean up, this old man would greatly appreciate it." he said to the other wrestlers. They all got up and started droning about while Glenn hoisted me onto one shoulder and proceeded to drag me inside. He flipped me onto the couch and sat down on the floor next to me. "Are you sure you are ok? That was some hurtful shit your old man threw at you, and I'm not talking about the punch." I opened my eyes and looked up at him and forced a smile. "I'll be ok, I just need to rest." "You are the worst liar, I know you aren't ok. That was hard what you did, and you defended me...us. I love you...now get some rest. We can talk whenever you are ready." he somersaulted backwards and walked off to the kitchen. I dozed off with a massive headache. From Me I woke in the middle of the night to an engine turning over. Max was starting up his car, probably to go home. Disregarding my clothing (or lack there of) I flew out of my room and into the yard in only a thin pair of old tighty whities. "Where are you going dude?" "Home." "Didn't you hear your Dad? He needs more time to cool off, or something man." "I can't hide forever Glenn, I need to do this." "Then don't do it alone, let me put some clothes on and go with you." I breathed. He smiled weakly and nodded. When we got to his house, the lights were still on. We walked up the front steps and he turned to me, "I need to do this part alone, but it feels good knowing that you are right here." He kissed me quickly and then tried to turn the key in the lock. It didn't work. He shook the doorknob and tried again. Nothing. "I told you fag, I have no son." Max's father spoke, from the other side of the door. "Dad, can we at least talk about this?" "MY SON DIED TODAY. I HAVE NO FUCKING SON!" he screamed, and we heard glass break. He was definitely drunk. "Maybe this isn't the best time Max..." I started "No this is the best time. Drunken words are sober thoughts." Max said to me. "YEA, WELL YOUR DEAD SON TOLD ME TO DELIVER THIS MESSAGE. HE'S BEEN GAY AND JACKING OFF TO PICTURES OF YOUR BUDDIES WITH THERE SHIRTS OFF SINCE HE FIGURED OUT WHAT JACKING OFF WAS!" Max screamed through the door at his father. His father swung the door open from the inside. His eyes were wild and his breathe reeked heavily of alcohol. "What the FUCK did you just say." he growled. Not as a question...but as an angry chance to fix it, I think. "You heard me." Max stood tall "I have been gay for as long as I remember. You are going to have to deal with the fact that I like men, and always will. No grandchildren for you, but you do still have a son." "You fuck, I told you. I have no son, and as far as I am concerned, never did. Now leave before I am forced to protect my property from you two uninvited visitors." he said. "You know what Dad" he said, with quotes around Dad, " I think it's high time you grew up. You are lost in your little military land and have no idea what has even happened in my life. Did you know I won the state wrestling meet this weekend? Bet you didn't. Want to know what happened there? Glenn and I made love for the first time." Enraged, his father took a drunken swing. Max was ready for it this time and dodged it easily. His father tumbled down the steps and struggled to get to his feet. "Get out. Get your shit and get out of my house. If you aren't gone in 10 minutes, I am killing you both." he said, and swayed up the steps. He made his way to his bedroom and locked the door. Max looked at me, tears in his eyes. "I guess he really means it. My father wants nothing to do with me." He lost his speech in crying for a moment. I wrapped him in my arms and let him cry on my shoulder. When he regained his composure, he looked at his watch. "Fuck, we need to get moving if we want to get my shit out of here. He is serious when he doesn't want me coming back." After we packed everything of Max's into his car, we took off into the night. He drove slowly, trying to contain his emotions. A few blocks from my house he pulled over and broke down. I unbuckled and slid next to him, wrapping my arms around him and holding him tight. He cried until he dried up. When he was finished he looked up at me and smiled. "Well, if you want, you could return the snot filled, emotional kiss." Knowing that he needed this, I did just that...and he was right, it was nasty, but I didn't care. I loved him, and he loved me. Nothing else mattered. When our lips parted, so did the tension in the air. I leaned back and just looked at him. I knew he was hurt...damaged. However, when I looked at him then and there, I knew he was going to be ok. From Aaron I woke the next morning and did my usual routine. Walking by Glenn's room I paused, wondering what I would see if I opened the door. My hand touched the doorknob, but I thought better of it, they had a long day yesterday...and the last thing I wanted to do was disturb it. When I reached the living room I saw several duffel bags and trash bags. Confused, I opened them up. I realized these were Max's things. ALL of his things. "Shit" I said, his old man must have kicked him out. Well then his loss, as far as I was concerned, Max was family and I would definitely make sure he knew he still had one. I threw on my chef hat and decided I was going to make my two sons the best after-birthday breakfast ever. From Max I woke, but my eyes were still closed. I kept seeing the hatred in my father's eyes, and hearing those words over and over. I have no son, I'll kill you. Glenn stirred and I snuggled in closer. The door opened and Mr. S came in with his eyes covered. "Breakfast is ready boys, bring your appetites." Glenn leaned up "Dad, we're not naked all the time. I promise, if the door is locked, don't get your key to come in tho." "Didn't need to know that son, now get to gettin'. You too, Max. Breakfast is on" I didn't really feel like eating, but when I practically sleep-walked into the kitchen the smells all hit me at once. Pancakes, bacon, eggs, sausage, biscuits and gravy...there was so much food and it smelled great. I didn't realize how hungry I was until I started piling food onto my plate. "Ok boys, I have some work that desperately needs doing, and will be gone most of the day, there is more food for lunch in the fridge. There also may or may not be a case or four of bud in the garage. Please, I know you had a rough night, and I am locking the door behind me. Do not open it for any reason, sans the house burning down. Clear?" He didn't wait for an answer and was out the door in moments. From Me After we finished breakfast we both collapsed on the couch for a bit. Fairly certain we had both over-eaten I punched him on the shoulder. "You know we need to work that off right, that breakfast is gonna kill us." "Oh what are you worried about, wrestling season is over." he said, not making eye contact. "You are fucking dense, I was suggesting we do some cardio while we have the house to ourselves." He looked at me quizzically. "HORIZONTAL cardio." His eyes lit up and he cracked a smile. Good, I was afraid I wasn't going to see another one of those for a while. "Ok, but don't cry to me if you get cramps old man" He laughed and headed for the bedroom. "Hold up, my Dad is gone ALL day, why go all the way to my room?" I yelled. "Just hang on." He came back with our birthday present from the team. We opened the box and looked inside. He giggled going through it, and started grabbing things. He held up a vibrator and waved it at me menacingly. "Careful, or I shall impale you on my vibrating sword of justice!" He did his best superhero impersonation, and in doing so accidently turned the vibrator on. It startled him and he dropped it. I couldn't help but laugh, "That is a scary weapon in did, sir. I conceed defeat!" I couldn't help but smile. This was like watching a 3 year old in a man's body go through a box of new toys. Adult toys, but toys none the less. He held up some other things, a 3 pronged split vibrator "What the fuck is this thing for?" he said bewildered. "Fuck if I know." he tossed it over his shoulder and continued digging. There was all kinds of interesting things. Some cock rings, a deck of naked men playing cards, some sex trivia, edible underwear. Then he pulled out the pink fuzzy handcuffs. He looked at me with that sexy wicked grin and I knew what he wanted to do...or so I thought. "I want..." he started and I attempted to finish "To chain me to my bed and fuck me silly?" I started to harden just at the thought. "Better." he smiled, "I want to cuff you to your Dad's bed, and fuck the shit out of you, all day. You stay here, I bring you lunch, and then we fuck. Nap. Fuck. Fuck some more, maybe fuck some more." "You kinky basta" I slipped, realizing the term could set off some emotions, but his face didn't change, "rd. Lets fucking do it." We dashed off to my dad's room and he cuffed me up. He started with my neck, nibbling, licking, breathing heavily. My senses tingled as he moved towards my nipples. He bit softly, shooting pleasure through my body, I shuddered. He sighed heavily and smiled, continuing on. He knew that my nipples were my weakness, and I am pretty sure he intended to use that against me, which I was perfectly ok with. He moved his head to my stomach, working my treasure trail with his tongue, leaving hands to tweak and twist my nipples. By the time he reached my underwear I was already rock solid and dripping precum. He ripped my briefs off and engulfed my cock in one solid motion. My back arched in pleasure, but he double fist pounded me back to the bed. His hands once again are on my nipples before I can even catch my breath. When I finally did catch my breath I was losing control of my other senses, this was the most intense he had ever been with me. The waves of pleasure were non-stop, my eye started to twitch and my legs were spasming. Suddenly he pulled off. "Ok, I think that's all I want for now. I'll be back later for more." And he got up and left the room. I was so confused and still on a sex-high...I had no idea what had just happened. From Max I shut the door behind me, 'Fuck he must think I'm evil right now, gotta be quick'. I ran downstairs and grabbed the lube and condoms from the box of toys, I got halfway back and then remembered the beer. I put the shit by his Dad's door and ran back to the garage to get the Bud. When I opened the door, Glenn was sitting there, panting, with a throbbing, drooling cock. "What the...what" he tried to question me, but was still way to high to come down from his pleasure. "I just had to get a few things, don't worry." I pulled down my sweats and took off my hoody. I stood naked and hard before the man I loved. I grabbed the lube and put some on my hands, knowing that I had to prime him first." "This isn't going to feel good at first, but there is no way my cock is fitting in you right now man. Just relax your ass and let me in, if you tense up it hurts way more." He nodded and spread his legs far apart, still unable to speak . I massaged his hole with my index finger, and slowly jerked his cock with my other hand. Every time his nuts tightened up, I stopped, putting him through absolute pleasurable torture. After a few minutes I felt him relax, and I shoved my finger inside. He tensed up and I felt his muscles tighten around my finger. "Relax" I breathed "relax, this will so worth it when it is over." I slowly worked my way up to four fingers, with each new finger was the same process. Finally, I got up on my knees and lubed myself. Thankfully the guys had checked us out naked, and knew to get the xl condoms. It stretched around my cock tightly, but I got it on. I took my sheathed cock near his asshole. I leaned down for one more four-finger priming, and replaced my hand with my cock. The tip flared through the condom, begging to enter. I looked at him and his eyes were wild with lust. I layed the tip on his hole and it started to move, to beg for it. Our eyes met again and he mouthed "Do it." That was all the encouragement I needed. I pushed, no entry. I pushed again, still no entry. "You have to relax if this is going to happen babe" I told him. He only nodded. I grabbed hold of both of his ankles and shoved. Hard. He screamed in pain as I gained entry to his sacred hole. I stopped immediately and moved to pull out. From Me I felt Max try and pull out, finally I was able to speak. I grabbed his hand on my ankle and said "Don't you fucking dare". "I don't want to hurt you" He spoke softly. "I want this, and if it is ever going to happen, it has to hurt first. Just...go slowly." He nodded and proceeded to push further. Every time I winced he stopped and let me adjust. It felt like he was shoving a milk jug in my ass, fuck he was thick. Finally, I felt the warmth of his chest on my legs. I opened my eyes and he was smiling at me. "That's all of it" he said. "What?" I panted "I thought you had a big dick. Pretty sure all that is inside of me right now is a tic-tac." He smacked me on the ass and said "Don't forget who's on top right now, bitch." "Hey now...not sure I like being called a bitch." I said, I really didn't. "Shit sorry, I was just...trying to get in the moment. I'll never call you that again." "It's ok, I started it. Now, on with the fucking!" Max smiled again and slowly moved his dick backwards. When he was almost out he moved in again. It sent pain shooting through me again, but not near as much. After about ten minutes of this slow rythmic fuck, it started to turn into pleasure. All this time I had never lost my hard-on, but it was definitely getting very rigid. He noticed that I wasn't wincing any more and started to pick up the pace. It was insane, I had never felt anything like this before. My arms wouldn't function like I wanted them too, my legs were twitching again. I opened my eyes and saw something I didn't expect. I expected the wild eyes of lust he had the first time he gave me that awesome blowjob. What I saw was love. When our eyes met he leaned down and I moved up. We met with a passionate kiss while he slammed his cock into my ass. I fell back onto the bed with his weight on me. His cock slipped out of me with a loud POP as he maintained the kiss. "Fuck you for being so damn tall, I can't fuck you and kiss you like this" he breathed, biting my lip as he spoke. He leaned down and tore the condom off, returning very quickly to kiss me more. His hands moved to my nipples and started to work their magic. My cock started to throb as he grinded his cock on mine. The kiss became so intense that I lost all control. "Oh shit, oh fucking SHIT here it comes Max." I screamed, my dick shot hard. My orgasm triggered his, and he spasmed on top of me. We continued grinding as our dicks shot between us, getting cum all over us. He collapsed on top of me and then rolled over to one side. I couldn't help but admire him...breathing heavily, chest glistening with sweat and cum. I started to get another erection. He sat up and looked at me, when he noticed my hardon he just smiled. "Hold off tiger, we have all day. How about a beer?" He rolled off the bed and ripped open the first case of beer. "How about four?" End Part 6 Sorry for the long wait again, the next installment will be soon, I promise.