Date: Tue, 13 Nov 2012 19:23:33 -0800
From: bjjl <bjjl@charter.net>
Subject: Young Lust

Let me begin by saying that I am not gay and never have been. I was married
for 13 years we had one son, Trevor. I can't explain how or why but Trevor
turned out to be gay. When he was around nine or ten, he did have a
fascination with the male genitalia. I assumed it was natural just like
masturbation. I caught he several times in the bathroom, his bedroom, the
closet and even the garage. One day I walked into his room. He was laying
on the bed naked, stroking away on his 4 inch erection.

"Trevor! I told you if you're going to do that. Find some secluded place."

He just looked at me and smiled.

"Let me see your cock, dad."

"No. Definitely not. It's not considered proper behavior. We're going
shopping later. Get some clothes on."

"I'll bet it is big! I mean really big. ain't it, dad?"

"Isn't it, is the correct term."

"How big is it when its hard?"

"Listen, Trevor. Forget this sexual nonsense and get dressed."

He jumped off the bed and smiled at me again.

"Please, dad. Just one little look? What's it going to hurt?"

I took a deep breath and pointed to the bathroom.

"Alright, if it'll make you get dressed any faster."

Trevor darted into the bathroom, his hard penis bouncing up and down. I
unzipped my pants and pulled them down along with my underwear. Trevor's
eyes got very large as he starred at my genitals.

"WOW! Your balls are ten times larger than mine! Look how big your cock
is."

He reached over quickly, grabbing my penis with his hand. I immediately
stepped back and pulling my pants back up.

"Trevor! Its not proper for you to touch other men on their genitals."

Trevor opened his legs.

"Here, dad. You can play with my cock if you want."

"No, I don't want to. The proper term is penis. Not cock. I suppose you
learned that at school?"

Trevor nodded.

"Yeah. Sometime the guys play with each others.....what did you call'em?"

"Genitals. I don't want you doing that! It's wrong. Do you understand? Now,
get dressed and don't mention it again."

I suppose that was the first signs of his sexual preference, but I didn't
really pay attention.

Another time was when he was 13. I caught him out in the garage, stark
naked just masturbating away.

"Trevor! Why the hell do you have to do that in the open?"

"It just feels so good I don't think about that."

I shook my head and turned to leave when Trevor shouted out.

"Hey, dad. Can I jerk you off?"

"Most certainly not!"

"How many times do you jerk off, dad?"

I turned back toward the door.

"We're through with this conversation. Now get your clothes back on. We're
about ready for dinner."

A short time later that year, my wife decided she wanted a divorce. She had
met an older and much wealthier man. He could give he all the things I
couldn't. The one thing I didn't expect was that she gave up custody of
Trevor to me. She didn't want anything to interfere with her new life. So
there I was a single parent with a teenage boy to raise on my own. The news
of the divorce didn't really bother Trevor. He continued to go about his
daily activities as before.

The only change I noticed in his behavior was the fact he liked to go
around naked.  I found myself asking the same question over and over.

"Why don't you put some clothes on, Trevor?"

He gave me the same answer every time.

"It's still warm outside, dad. I'll wear some when the weather gets
cooler."

Trevor was 14 now and seemed to be progressing well in school. His grades
were always A or A+. One afternoon before Trevor got home from school, I
was cleaning his room. I came across a box and it was filled with magazines
of naked men. I think that was when it finally sank into my head that
Trevor was gay. I had suspected it, but I always dismissed it as just a
crazy thought. I also found several notes from other boys.

"Trevor I just love sucking your hard cock. Meet me in the boys restroom at
noon. You can jerk me off again."

Another read:

"You can tie me up and fuck me anytime you like, Trevor."

I sat down on the bed, dazed by my discovery. How is this possible? How
could Trevor be gay? Was it something we did as parents. I wanted to blame
his mother but I couldn't think of anything she did to make him gay. I
couldn't think of anything I did to make him gay either. Except let him see
my penis that one time years ago. I seriously doubt if that was a deciding
factor in his sexuality.

I thumbed through a few of his magazines. I found one that said "ROPES" I
opened it and it was full of naked, bound and gagged men. I put everything
back where I found it. As I left Trevor's room, I realized I would have to
confront him at some time. I was feeling a bit depressed and a little drink
always helped me with that. I was not a heavy drinker just one, maybe two
at the most. I must have really been depressed because I don't remember
much of anything after the sixth one.

I woke up on the living room floor, it was dark outside. The wall clock
read 4:15. I looked down and I was completely naked. Taking a better look
at my situation, I could see the dried semen all over my crotch. There was
even some on my chest an on my face. What the hell had happened to me? As I
tried to move, I noticed my ass also hurt. I reached around and felt a
slippery substance all over my anus. I was really at a loss. My first
thought was Trevor. He had done something to me while I was passed out
drunk.

Yes, the sharp pain in my head reminded me of the drinks. I couldn't
remember anything. Trevor must have came home and found me passed out on
the sofa. He probably stripped me and......... I didn't want to think about
it. I got up and went directly to my bathroom to take a nice long hot
shower. When I stepped out of the shower, Trevor was sitting on the toilet
seat with a towel in his hand.

"Trevor! What are you doing in here?"

He had one of those big nasty smiles on his face.

"Just giving you a towel, dad."

I snatched the towel and quickly wrapped it around my waist.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to finish drying in privacy."

Trevor left the room but not before on of his nasty comments.

"You sure look good naked, dad."

I walked into the living room Trevor was sitting naked on the sofa watching
television. I grabbed the remote and turned it off.

"We need to talk about what happened here last night."

Trevor gave me that smile again.

"You want the truth?"

"Yes, I'd like that."

"I came home and found an empty bottle of liquor on the table. You were
passed out on the sofa with an empty glass in your hand. I've wanted to see
you naked for a long time. Just happened this was going to be my
chance. So, I stripped off your clothes and you didn't even move a
muscle. I played with your cock and balls while your lay there naked. Turns
out your cock can get hard when you're unconscious. It boned up nice and
hard. I kind of gave you a wet dream, dad. Shot your whole load on your
stomach."

I held my head down, I didn't want to look Trevor in the eyes as he spoke.

"Why is my ass so sore?"

"OH, that. Well I have this dildo in my room. I brought it out and sort of
fucked you with it."

I shook my head, I wanted to say something but I had no words.

"By this time, I was really hard. I rolled you over and fucked you."

"That's the most disgusting thing I have ever heard!"

I was not filled with anger. Instead it was humiliation, embarrassment and
disgrace. Even more I was feeling responsible. I didn't feel any resentment
toward Trevor. I accepted complete blame. Trevor placed his hand on my
shoulder.

"I could say I'm sorry, dad. But I'm not. You're one hot dude! And I
enjoyed every minute of it. I would do it all over again. You asked for the
truth and that's it."

Trevor got up and went to the kitchen. I sat there on the sofa for a long
time thinking it over. I finally went to Trevor's room. He was in the
shower. This time I sat down on the toilet and waited for him. He stepped
out of the shower. The first thing I noticed was his erection, standing up
like a flagpole. I handed him the towel, hoping he would cover up but he
didn't. He rubbed the towel up and down his penis and it snapped back a
spring.

"You like my cock, dad? Would you like to suck it? It's clean and hard."

I shook my head.

"Trevor! Don't be so vulgar!"

"You wanna take it in your mouth. Don't you? You saw those magazines full
of men sucking each others cock. I've seen you look at me when I'm
naked. You want to just this one time. Don't you, dad?"

He knew about the magazines? How? I couldn't think. All I saw was his erect
penis. All those pictures of naked men in the magazines. Trevor stepped
over to me, rubbing his penis across my lips.

"Open up, dad. Clamp your lips around it."

The bathroom mirror still had some steam on it, but I could see my
reflection. My sons penis gliding in and out of my mouth. Suddenly, I felt
my own penis beginning to swell in my pants. How humiliating.

I sat at the kitchen table, relaxing with some tea and trying to forget
what happened between me and Trevor. Trevor popped his head in the kitchen.

"I'm going over to Dylan's house. I'll be back around four."

I shot him a quick glance and nodded my head. I cleaned the house the rest
of the afternoon. It helped to keep my mind off all the things going on
around me. When I got to the bed room, I decided to take my clothes
off. After all I was alone. Maybe Trevor had something about going around
the house naked.

I finished my bedroom, turned off the vacuum and got a view of myself in
the full length mirror. I thought about what Trevor had said. "You're one
hot dude!"

I stood up straight, turning from side to side. I didn't see where he
thought I was a hot dude. I looked like an ordinary naked man. I cleaned
Trevor's room next. I saw the magazines on the bed. I saw the magazine
ROPES. I picked it up and thumbed through it.

This big muscular man was tied to a chair. His legs wide open. Clamps in
his nipples and clamps on his genitals. His testicles were tied with a
black cord. He was blindfolded and had a round ball gag in his
mouth. Another scene showed him bent over a table while another man shoved
a large dildo up his butt. That must have been where Trevor got the
idea. There were many other pictures as I thumbed through the pages.

I don't know what it was, but something was very arousing about these
pictures of naked men bound and gagged. I stopped and stared at the one
where the naked man was being spanked. His ass cheeks were turning red. I
tossed the magazine on the dresser. My penis had become erect from looking
at it. I took a shower after cleaning the house then slipped on some sweats
and sat down to watch the news on television.

Suddenly, I heard the front door open and slam shut. It was Trevor and
another boy.

"Hey, dad! This is my boyfriend, Dylan Kurata. He's Japanese."

Dylan smiled and waved.

"Nice to meet you."

You could say I was not really surprised. I figured if Trevor was gay he
must have a boyfriend someplace.

I smiled and nodded my head.

"We're gonna get a soda and go to my room."

The evening news was over. I looked at the time it was getting close to
dinner. I thought maybe I should get some pizza for all of us. I went to
Trevor's room to ask what kind they would like. I knocked on the door
because I knew they would be naked. I was very surprised to see Trevor
bound up in ropes. He smiled at me.

"Dylan is a student of Kinbaku. Japanese art of rope tying. See how
intricate the patterns are. They are also tight."

I stood there speechless once again.

"It's an old custom in Japan." Dylan said.

"Even though I was not born there. My family insists I study the customs of
my heritage."

"I....I was just coming to ask what kind of pizza would you two like. I was
going to order some for dinner."

"Pepperoni and Canadian Bacon."

"OK, I can remember that."

I pointed at the ropes.

"I guess those ropes are safe? I mean nothing dangerous can happen?"

Dylan gave me a big smile.

"Only if they are not done properly. They could cut off circulation. When
tied correctly, there is no danger."

Dylan gave me another smile.

"Give me your wrists. I'll demonstrate for you. You can see for yourself."

Trevor spoke up.

"Yeah, dad. Don't be a big wuss."

Dylan pulled my sweat shirt up.

"Take that off. You need to feel the rope against your skin."

I put my hands behind my back, it was like a few seconds and my wrists were
securely bound.

Dylan grabbed another rope.

"Next we bring the arms up. Placing the rope over the shoulders. Back under
the arms and tie. Next rope we wrap above the elbow. Bring it across the
chest in an X pattern. Then we tie several diamonds across the chest. Bring
the rope back and across to the other elbow. It is a very simple pattern. I
use a rope that is resistant to tightening itself as you move. It won't
tighten to cut off circulation."

I tried to move against my restraints but it was impossible, they were
strong. Dylan placed a blindfold over my eyes.

"This will add to the experience."

He was right I immediately felt completely helpless. Like I was stripped of
all my defenses. I was slipping into a submissive state. It was scary, but
at the same time, it was arousing.

I heard Trevor chuckle.

"Looks like dad is making a tent in his sweat pants."

He was correct. The pictures of those men bound and gagged in the magazine
kept racing through my head and the ropes were very stimulating. Someone, I
assume Dylan, pulled my sweat pants down to my ankles. Trevor spoke up.

"Nice hard one, dad. Looking good."

"OK, guys. Com'on this has gone far enough. Untie me."

I felt hands fondling my genitals, pulling and rubbing my testicles. Then a
finger went up my butt.

"Please, guys! Don't. I mean it! Untie me now."

Suddenly a gag was shoved into my mouth.

"That's better, dad."

At that moment I realized what a predicament I was in. I let my gay son and
his boyfriend tie me up. How could I have been so stupid? I was powerless
to anything about it.

"I told you my dad had a great cock."

"Yes he does. I'm going to suck that big thing until it erupts!"

A warm tongue was licking my testicles, then up and down my penis.

My wife had given me oral sex a few times during our marriage, but it never
felt like this. Dylan's fingers played with my butt, poking and
rubbing. While his tongue played with my penis. To say it was not pleasant
would have been a lie. His tongue rubbing the underside of my penis brought
me over the edge. I moaned and groaned as loud as I could through the
gag. It was a sensation I would never forget.

"Didn't I tell you he had nice loads?"

"I love that throbbing cock in my mouth. It was great!"

I was pushed onto the bed face down, my sweats were yanked off and my legs
separated. Fingers probed and stretched my anus. I knew what was going to
happen and again I was helpless to prevent it. My son and his boyfriend
sodomized me there in his bedroom. I was overcome with humiliation.

I heard the boys in the shower, laughing and joking. I was still lying face
down on the bed with a sore ass. The mind is the greatest sex tool we
have. I heard that somewhere and it was right on. I was thinking how I had
been sexually used by my son and his boyfriend. Defenseless and naked on
the bed just waiting for their return. God, my penis was rock hard from
just from the thought. The boys came out of the bathroom.

I felt hands rubbing my butt cheeks. Dylan spoke up.

"You really look sexy. Legs spread open. Cum dripping from your ass. Yes,
Mr. Hamilton, you look sexy!"

They pulled me up from the bed and immediately noticed my erection.

"Whoa, dad! Nice boner!"

They both laughed out loud.

"Either your dad is gay. Or, he's really turned on with bondage."

Trevor was quick to jump in with his comment.

"Yeah. I'll bet he hasn't boned up this many times in the last year. Have
you, dad?"

The gag prevented me from replying to his crude remark. Dylan reached over
and slapped my erection back and forth several times.

Dylan spoke.

"What do you think we should do with our MATURE sex slave?"

They both laughed again.

"How old is your dad?"

"Well, he said He and mom were both 26 when I was born. I'm 16 so he has to
be 42."

Dylan spoke again.

"That's sexy! I always loved those stories of the Roman Empire and their
slaves. Like grown men brought back to Rome and sold. I imagine the young
sons of the families had their way with them. If you know what I mean."

They both laughed out loud again. I was beginning to feel like a piece of
meat. I could almost feel their eyes starring at my naked body.

Dylan spoke up again.

"This is Saturday night. We have all night and all of tomorrow."

Dylan placed his lips next to my ear.

"I think we should keep you as a sex slave. What do you think?"

Again, I was unable to reply. I had already been stripped of my dignity and
self respect. I was completely humble.

Dylan tied another small rope around my testicles, wrapping around the base
of my penis and tying it to the rope on my chest.

"Now Mr. Hamilton. To show you we mean business. I think a good spanking is
in order."

I was made to kneel and bend over with my head down on the floor.

"Trevor, you take the right cheek. I'll take the left. Let the spanking
begin!"

I don't know what they used, but my cheeks felt like I was sitting on a hot
stove. Along with the burning there was a tingling sensation in the head of
my penis. One of them struck me on the anus, which hurt like hell. My penis
would twitch every time. Suddenly, I realized that I was ejaculating. I
heard them laughing because they could see it happening. I felt the
Humiliation was never going to leave me.

I was pulled off the floor. Trevor spoke up.

"I think we should give him a bath. He's got a lot cum on him."

Dylan agreed.

"Sure. Why don't I give him a quick shower. You can go order that pizza we
were suppose to have for dinner."

Dylan stood me in the bathroom.

"I'm going to remove the blindfold and the gag. If you open your mouth to
say anything. I'll kiss you hard with my tongue in your mouth."

Dylan removed the blindfold and gag before pulling me into the shower. The
warm steamy water felt so good on my tired body. Dylan's hands were soft he
began soaping my naked body. He took this opportunity to fondle me. One
hand rubbing my penis while the other prodded my butt.

"You know, Mr. Hamilton. This is a dream come true for a gay teenage
boy. Having a big husky man like you as his sex slave. You feel my hard
cock in the crack of your ass?"

He bent me forward then gently slid his penis into my bowels. Oddly enough,
it felt good this time. The hard penis rubbing against my prostate. My
penis soon responded with an erection also.

His soft hands pinched and twisted my nipples.

"That's right. Get that cock nice and hard for me."

He yanked on my testicles and pinched my nipples hard.

"Fill your balls up with some thick man milk."

Just the sound of his voice in the shower was arousing me more than
anything else.

"After I drop my load in you ass. I'm going to suck that hard cock."

He was true to his word. As soon as he finished ejaculation, he knelt down
in front of me and began sucking my penis. I never got tired of that
sensation. His fingers playing with my testicles all the time. Then that
occasional poke up the butt with his finger. It was not long before I
achieved an orgasm. His lips rubbing my glans was almost more than I could
stand. He stood up, looked me in the face and planted a huge kiss right on
my lips. His tongue darted in and out of my mouth.

"You're one hot hunk, Mr. Hamilton."

Dylan put the blind fold on but not the gag.

"I'm going to leave the gag out. You open your mouth once and I'll slap
your balls hard. Speak again and I'll slap them twice. Agreed?"

I nodded to the affirmative.

"Good. Bend over and let me wipe the cum off your ass."

It's hard to explain how this weekend went. Saturday evening and all day
Sunday at the hands of Dylan and Trevor. I guess for some it would be
perverted, disgusting and revolting. Some things I didn't want to do but I
was forced to. Giving oral sex to Dylan and my son Trevor. I did several
time Saturday night and several more times again on Sunday. In all fairness
I was given oral sex quite a few time by both Trevor and Dylan. Then of
course "banging me" was their crude term for intercourse.

It was a little difficult at first adjusting to the role reversal with my
son. We worked out a plan where I would agree to relinquish my role and he
could assume the dominant role of house. That was if he used some
discretion and common scene. I believed I had raised him right so I didn't
see a problem there. I was not surprised by his first order as head of the
house.

"You'll be naked at all times, dad. The only time you wear clothes is when
you go out."

I agreed. That didn't seem to bad.

"You'll service my cock every morning before I leave for school!"

Reluctantly, I agreed. I think he liked to humiliate me and this was a
quick way of doing it.....

to be continued.