Date: Sun, 21 Mar 2004 23:22:20 EST
From: JonLe000@aol.com
Subject: My Father's Lover

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I'm pretty cute. I mean, I'm 18 now, but even I wasn't legal, that didn't
stop the snatches from lining up at my dick door. Girls love my blonde
crew cut and my hard bubble butt. I really know how to fill out a
baseball uniform. Yeah, I'm straight, a real coon hound, but that doesn't
mean I can't admire myself in mirrors sometimes. I mean fuck, with these
huge pecs and my thick 8 inches (yeah I measured), I get all sorts of
looks from cocks and cunts.

I don't mind guys staring at the goods, as long as they keep their hands
at a distance. There's this one cocksucker on my soccer team. He acts
real macho, but I know what he wants. Sometimes in the locker room, I
"accidentally" brush my dick against his bare thigh, or between his
cheeks, just to see him flinch. He's the coach's son, the star player,
and he can't even begin to admit that he's a butt pirate.

Sorry for the ugly words. It's from my dad. He looks a lot like me, 'cept
he's got brown (thinning) hair and dark eyes. He's got a strong build.
Taught me to catch and to fish and to defend myself. He's burly and he
doesn't take any shit. He's a college professor. He's also a fag.

I know, I know, gay. But he wasn't even "gay" until last year. One day he
and Mom sat me down and said that they were getting divorced, they still
loved me, but they didn't love each other anymore. They were better apart
than together. Then Dad told me about his boyfriend.

Ricardo.

Ricardo is only 10 years older than me. Dad met him when he was a student
in his sociology class. Now they live together. He's Cuban-American and
he wears tight blue jeans, he's built like a brick shithouse and he
wiggles his butt towards Dad when he thinks I'm not looking. I guess Dad
is the "pitcher", or whatever they call it. Ricardo's dark eyes sparkle,
like he is so happy that he's ruined my life. His tongue is so thick in
his mouth when he talks. Sometimes when I'm visiting my dad, I go up to
my room early and pretend I'm asleep. Then I sneak downstairs and I see
them making out. His tongue is so fucking far down my Dad's throat.
Ricky's thick, tan fingers tear open Dad's flannel shirt and comb through
his chest hair. He's got those big nipples like I do and Ricky tweaks
them for dear life. By the time I go back to my room, Dad is pulling off
"Ricky's" asshuggers and he's about to go down on him right there on the
couch. Geez, what does Dad think he is, a teenager? Only I do shit like
that...and it's with girls.

This stuff is wrong. And sick. I get so mad that I wind up jerking off,
cumming in the bathroom mirror, just to get that sick stuff outta my
head. I've just got to find a way to prove to Dad that "Ricky" is bad
news. How should I do that? Should I lead Ricky on and make Dad dump him?

Give me some suggestions guys, and I'll tell you what happens if I take
them. I really need some help here.