Date: Wed, 25 Oct 2023 04:43:36 +0200 From: Charlie Lander Subject: The Differences Between My Son and Myself 1 Disclaimers: The following story is a work of fiction. . Please feel free to share feedback. If material of this nature offends you, PLEASE do not read any further. Please note that you must be of legal age, where you live, to read this story. I hope you will have as much fun reading this as I had writing it. A huge thanks to all the wonderful authors who have kept me entertained over the past years. Please remember to show your appreciation for this site and donate to Nifty.org to keep this incredible resource available! Nifty needs donations to provide these wonderful stories so if you ever enjoyed reading a story off of Nifty.org, you know what to do! BACKGROUND/PRELUDE: My son is a loser. This might seem like a harsh statement to make about one's offspring but it is the reality, especially for me. If you don't know who I am, my name is Drew Franco and I am a well-known high school football coach, who played for the NFL for eight years and started when I was 17. As much as I loved playing, the big paycheck, and the fame, I realized I like to coach and train others more, especially when new teammates started to join and they weren't as great as I was at their age. I forgot to mention that when I was 17, I had gotten an Ecuadorian-Cuban 25 year-old girl pregnant during a one-night stand and she decided to keep the pregnancy no matter how much I insisted for her not to. She eventually gave birth and blackmailed me into giving her about $500,000 to keep quiet and for her to take the baby and not say it's mine. But then this whore took the money, and one week later it showed up on my doorsteps. I tried finding her, but she had left no traces of her existence. So I had no choice but to take it home and raise it. Of course, I asked my parents to do it for me and while it took some time, I eventually convinced them. My dad secretly congratulated me for having sex and giving him a grandson and talked about how he wished he had been as free-spirited as me when he was my age while my mother chastised me for not marry that girl and THEN getting her pregnant. It is the Christian woman in her but it's whatever. We decided to name my son Leo Eugene Franco. As much as I cared and loved him, I had decided I would focus on my football career and after I stopped playing for the NFL, I decided to get my certificate for coaching and then coach the football team for Lemoore Preparatory School (LPS), a charter school for grades 6 through 12. My son was 10 years old when I started coaching and would start attending the next year. But I wasn't excited, if I am being honest, because I had not spent a lot of time with Leo. I blame him, because every time I was home and tried to spend time with him by playing football, putting him in a sport, or whatever; he would complain and not want to do it. He would then just go into his room and start drawing, reading, writing, or playing video games. He is so different from me that had I not done a DNA test, I would think he isn't my son. His interests were not the only thing different from me; physically he is also different. As a football player, I was 6'5" and weighed at about 245 lbs, mostly muscle, and an overall burly figure and hairless. My teammates and fans would call me "The Blond Superman". My son was skinny and scrawny. Of course, he was only ten at the time and probably hadn't started puberty but that is another example, since I started puberty when I was eight years old. He turned 11 and started attending LPS. I knew he wasn't going to become an athlete so he couldn't go down my path and since I cared about him, I wanted him to go to college so that way he didn't waste any of my money when I passed. Conversing with the teachers, I learned the various things he could do to get into college. Get Good Grades. Check! Extracurricular Activities. Not Check! Leadership. Not Check! Compelling Story about his life. Not Check! So we were missing a couple of things. I sat down with him one day and convinced him to join clubs to make more friends and get that experience and stories colleges wanted. He at first thought I wanted him to join a sport or try out for football but I simply said that I know that isn't something he wants to do so I'm not going to force him. But I will force him to join a club he wouldn't like if he doesn't and with that he joined the Gaming Club, Builder's Club, and created a Writing Club for middle schoolers. I wasn't surprised with his choices. He had also decided to be part of the Associated Student Board (ASB) class and with that, I would see less and less of my son. Of course, I would take him to places and stores whenever he needed to but for the most part his friends and my parents were able to help. Over the next two years, I noticed that he was extremely popular, even though he wasn't an athlete. He would hug many girls, and some guys; he also would be able to talk to upperclassmen, and one time I looked into his backpack, I found a bunch of love notes. I tried to have a conversation about them, who these notes were from, their appearance, and if he had any feelings towards them. He just brushed them off and stated that while they were kind, polite, and interesting, he didn't have any romantic feelings for them so he didn't want to play with their feelings. We left it at that. Eventually my son became a freshman, and for some reason he went and applied to be on the cross country team. I was surprised but glad that my son was at least part of a sport. That led to us bonding a bit as we had something to relate about now. He has a love-hate relationship with running. The coach of the cross country team took his job very seriously as from the years I have seen him, he would make the teams run even during their off-season. It could be 30 degrees Fahrenheit or 105 degrees Fahrenheit and he would still expect & request them to show up in their uniform, which was crazy as it was a polyester mesh tank top and the shorts were polyester mesh as well but they were so short, they were practically booty shorts. In addition to that, the student-athletes would often run 5 miles each day for a warm-up and the crazier part is that almost everyone would get in between 24 & 27 minutes every single time. Then they would stretch and run 10 miles, doing it in an hour to an hour & a half; take a short break, review, stretch, and cool down by running another 5 miles. Plus, on certain days they would use the gym equipment to build muscle. It makes sense why they often rank within the Top 3 in the State, if not the country, almost every time. Because of all of that running and time, practice lasted around 3 hours which would be when my football practice would end. So it worked out for my son and me since we wouldn't have to wait much time for each other. Many of the football players would just go home to take a shower, with few taking a shower in our locker rooms but most of the cross country boys would take a shower at the school simply because they would sweat so much. However, I would soon notice that my son usually would wait until pretty much almost everyone was done and then hop in. It wasn't obvious at first because he would go around and talk to some of the guys for a couple of minutes. When those guys would get in the shower, he would go into his backpack and complete some paperwork for ASB and homework. I worried that maybe he was being bullied or that he was insecure about taking a shower in public. I tried to keep a mental note to talk to him but I kept forgetting. Eventually, I decided to check the showers to see if he was getting bullied in there. As he went inside the showers, I secretly followed him and peered to see. My son had taken off all his clothes and the towel was completely naked. I was astounded, my son was completely the opposite of me. He was so much hairier than me or even some of the upperclassmen! He had thick armpit hair, his ass hair pretty much visible, and had a clear treasure path leading to his thick jungle on his pubic area. As my gaze drifted downwards, I wanted to practically faint! His penis was the biggest I've ever seen. From what I could see from far away, he was maybe 8 inches long and looked about as thick as an Old Spice Swagger body spray. I couldn't feel anything but envy, if that was him hard, he was easily bigger than my football players.... and me. In sports, especially with heavy contact, our bodies will react "appropriately" or ``inappropriately" and oftentimes, we would compare just for fun so I know some of the sizes of my fellow football players. That is also why I know some of the high schoolers' sizes because they are prone to get hard faster, longer, and harder then some other people. Few of them were 7.5 inches long, many were 5 inches long, and even fewer there were 3 or 4 inches long. I was on the average side being 6 inches hard. He was two inches longer than me. I couldn't take my eyes off from him until I heard a noise deeper in the shower. I quickly turned and pretended I was doing something on my phone. There was another guy taking a shower in there and he started to whisper something to Leo. I started eavesdropping to see what was going on. I didn't hear what the guy stated but I did hear Leo whisper back "I really want to but you know my dad is here, waiting for us to leave" ~What did he want to do?~ "Yeah, I know but I want to just taste it! How about I just quickly put it in my mouth and taste it and that's it?" ~My head started to run through different thoughts and process what I heard. What did he want to taste? He can't be talking about tasting my son's dick is he?~ "Mmm.... I dunno.... Okay, but do it quickly because I ran a lot and I still have to wash off the sweat." There was some quick movement and then I heard Leo moan a bit. I needed to see if it was actually happening and so I turned again and saw them. There were a couple of things that surprised me. The first was seeing Leo sideways with the guy on his knees with his mouth; the second being that Leo's monster cock was growing in size, he was 8 inches soft! And finally, the last surprise was the guy, it wasn't just any random athlete but one of my football players, the Tailback, a senior named Buster Wood! COMMENT: Hi there, it is the writer and author (?) of this story. I just wanted to say thank you for reading my story(s), even if you skipped and/or skimmed, I still want to thank you. Additionally, I do apologize there wasn't a lot of sexual in this story, I will admit that my plan was just to have the father see his son's penis and be envious and leave it at that but then thought about it and wanted to add a bit of some shock value into the father. I am still learning how to write and so I wanted to "build" this character and world and provide y'all with the information. That is why I also put "Background/Prelude" in the beginning so that y'all wouldn't expect much. Having said all of that, I do have plans to continue the story but I am not sure how many parts it will have or how fast I can get them out, as this took about a whole month for me to write. To keep y'all in the loop, some scenarios include having Leo (the son) narrate or be in his point of view with some of his experiences, some experiences being his first time getting sucked off, fucking somebody, maybe an incestous relationship/encounter with his father? His cross country coach? Etc. Please hit me up if you have any questions, comments, concerns, or suggestions and advice; I would greatly appreciate it. Have a great day.