Date: Fri, 5 Feb 2010 20:12:51 -0800 (PST)
From: Jon T. <t_jon15@yahoo.com>
Subject: Queer For My Son - Chapter 1

This is a work of fiction - these characters exist only in my fevered
imagination. This story features sex between a father and his son who is a
minor at the start. If you're not into that or if you are not of an age to
be reading X-rated stories, please go elsewhere. If you wish to provide
feedback, you can contact me at t_jon15@yahoo.com. Just so you know, I have
not had personal experience with incest, nor do I advocate for it.

Queer For My Son - Chapter 1

	I was in bed one night when I heard a familiar sound coming from
the room across the hall. I was the father of the horniest 17-year-old one
could possibly imagine. If he wasn't jacking, he had porn playing on his
computer or, as often as possible, a girl in his room fucking the bejabbers
out of her.

	Tonight, he had his girlfriend Amanda in his room. I had heard them
come in, whispering and giggling. They went into his room, and it wasn't
long before I heard the telltale noises of human copulation.

	My name is Martin Jordan. Everyone calls me Marty. At the time all
this was happening, I was 42, about 6'2", in the best physical condition of
my life. I had lived with my son Dane, just the two of us, since his
mother, my wonderful Diane, died of ovarian cancer five years
previously. It was a tremendous ordeal when she was ill and a huge blow to
both Dane and me when she wasted away and died before our eyes despite
everyone's best efforts to help her beat it. Dane and I had tried to move
on, but it hadn't been easy, nor had it been particularly successful. I
guess that's why I had been more relaxed with him than a lot of fathers
would be. He was a good student, seemingly grounded in his schoolwork and
sports activities. He was kind with good instincts, and respectful of those
around him. All things considered, he was a boy I could be proud of.

	If he liked to fuck around, I couldn't judge him - I had been the
same way when I was his age. I told him if he got a girl pregnant, he was
to man up to it and be there for her and for the baby. But if I caught him
fucking without protection, I would kick his ass. As long as he was under
my roof, that was one rule he was to follow without fail. I fervently hoped
that would preclude getting a girl pregnant.  He had a wonderfully
promising future, and I didn't want to think of the degree to which an
unwanted pregnancy would fuck things up. It was my biggest fear, that and
him sustaining a career-ending injury. He had told me that Amanda was on
the pill, so I wasn't too concerned on the pregnancy front with her.

	I was a high school history teacher at a high school in Chandler,
Arizona. I also coached the school's wrestling team, more or less as a
volunteer in that I didn't get paid extra for a per diem when the team went
out of town. The wrestling coach had been a paid position until a couple of
years before when the school system had run into financial problems and had
to cut several of its athletic teams. The coach at that time took it
personally and had moved on. I took the team over to keep the state
championship-caliber program from dying. I had wrestled continuously since
high school, in competition as a young man and as a hobby later on, but had
never coached before. Despite that, the kids continued their winning ways,
and they and their parents seemed to trust me. The kids had to commit a lot
of time and hard work, and the parents had to pay a hefty participation fee
and provide all their sons' gear.

	Dane was the star of my team, in the heavyweight division. He was
two inches taller than me, about 6'4", and built like a wall - bulging
pectorals, washboard stomach, shoulders out to there tapering down to an
enviable narrow waist. Throughout the year, he worked out like a mad
man. Though he was only 17, he was already hairy all over, except for his
back. I could only imagine what he would look like ten years from now. He
was also wickedly handsome with dirty blonde hair that he liked to wear
long except during wrestling season. It was no wonder he couldn't beat the
girls off with a stick. Many folks assumed he was big and stupid. Nothing
could be further from the truth. He was, for the most part, a straight-A
student, very near the top of his class.

	He was the defending state champion in his weight division. It was
odd how he had settled into wrestling when he was a sophomore in high
school. He had tried other sports, and for one reason or another, they
hadn't worked out. He didn't like being clobbered on every play in
football. He wasn't fast enough for basketball or track. The track coach
had tried to interest him in javelin and shot put, but those activities
were just too solitary for him. In wrestling, it was entirely up to him to
succeed, and he was surrounded by other boys with the same goals. It was
right down his alley.

	I had permitted him to get a couple of tattoos on his upper arms
for his 17th birthday. On his right arm, he had a heart with the phrase
"Diane - My Mom - RIP," which I thought was very sweet. On the other side,
he had an Arizona State Sun Devil, since it had always been his dream to
attend that school. He was a month shy of his 18th birthday, and three
months away from high school graduation. He already had a full ride
scholarship to ASU, based on wrestling as well as academics. I was very
cool with that since ASU was my alma mater. I was also bursting with pride,
to the point of tears if I allowed myself to dwell on it.

	Anyway, back to the Friday evening in question: Dane's bedroom was
across the hall from mine, and quite often, he fucked with the door wide
open, like he wanted me to know what he was doing. Tonight, though my door
was closed, I could tell he was really drilling Amanda. I could hear her
moaning and him grunting, their bodies slapping together. It was giving me
quite a boner of my own which I was sure I would relieve myself of later
that night. I groped myself under my sheet. Though Dane had me beat in
every other physical department, I still had him beat in the cock
department. Mine was close to nine inches, quite thick, with an overhang of
foreskin. Dane was also uncut, with about eight inches, not quite as
thick. I had no doubt he would completely surpass me before he was done
growing.

	I generally tried to give the boy his privacy, but tonight I was
too horned up not to sneak a peek. I put down the book I had been trying to
read and climbed out of bed. When I stood, my cock obscenely pushed out the
front of my sleep pants. I gave it a good squeeze, noting the precum that
was causing a damp spot. I tiptoed into the hallway and got into a position
where I could look into Dane's room without being readily seen.

	Dane was fucking Amanda doggie-style. They were facing the side of
his bed.  There was a full-length mirror on Dane's closet door. He was
narcissistic enough that he liked to watch himself fuck. A porn star in the
making, I sometimes thought. Amanda's full breasts were swinging beneath
her, his beefy hands occasionally squeezing them. I could see Dane's cock
sliding in and out of her juicy cunt. I pulled down the waistband of my
sleep pants, freeing my cock and positioning the band underneath my hairy
balls. I stroked myself gently, reveling in the site of my son fucking his
beautiful blonde girlfriend.

	Suddenly, we were all jolted by the sound of a ringing
cellphone. Apparently it was Amanda's - I knew it wasn't mine, and Dane, I
knew, would be sure to have his turned off. Dane grunted, "Why didn't you
turn that thing off?"

	Amanda leaped from the bed and dived for her purse. "My mom said
she might call. Daddy's afraid he's going to get laid off today." She
retrieved the phone and greeted her mother. From the look on her face,
which I could see reflected in Dane's mirror, I knew the news wasn't good.

	"Oh, Mama! I'll come right home!" She closed the phone, returned it
to her purse, and began to scramble for her clothing.

	Dane was not happy. "But I was about to cum!" He was now sitting on
his haunches, his sheathed cock jerking in front of him.

	"You'll just have to jerk off. You've done that before, haven't
you?"

	"I don't want to jerk off! You've been promising me all week!"

	"Sorry, baby." By now, Amanda was dressed. I withdrew to my room
before she could step into the hallway. I heard her as she hurried through
the house. The front door closing had a sound of finality about it.

	I was sitting on the side of my bed thinking about what I had
witnessed when I looked up to see Dane's large frame filling my doorway. "I
know you were watching, Dad. I could see you."

	"Sorry, son. You know I usually don't do that. You could close your
door, you know."

	Dane was naked. His cock had receded to half-mast. "It's OK with
me. I love an audience. You know that."

	"So you want your old man to watch you fuck your girl, huh. How
weird is that."

	"Pretty fuckin' weird, all right. Can I come in?"

	"Can you slip on some clothes first?"

	"You see me all the time - here, at school, you name it."

	"OK, I guess."

	Dane came into my room and flopped himself down on the bed beside
me. His thick uncut cock lay across his thigh, the tip still leaking
precum. His egg-sized balls settled between his thighs. "Get naked,
Dad. Let's squeeze one off together."

	We had done that more than a few times over the past few years, but
I was increasingly uncomfortable with it. I had to acknowledge that, deep
down, I wanted to do more than just watch him get off. Sometimes I thought
he had similar ideas.

	"Son, I don't know..."

	"Oh, come on, Dad. Look at you. You're hard as a rock!"

	I could smell my son's musk. The odor of Amanda's pussy lingered in
the air. "Son..."

	"Dad. Don't leave me hanging. Here, let me help." Before I could
move, Dane was standing in front of me, pulling at my pants just above the
knee.

	"Dane! Damn it! I'll do it myself!" I annoyed at his persistence
and excited at the same time. I stood and pulled my pants down, stepping
out of them. My cock sprung up, catching Dane under his meaty, hairy
balls. Precum slimed his ball sac.

	"Fuck! You got it goin' on tonight, Dad!"

	I fell back onto the bed. I looked him up and down. "Get your ass
over here, boy."

	"Watch who you're calling boy!" As I swung my legs around and moved
to where I was leaning against the padded headboard, Dane hurried to the
other side of the queen-sized bed and climbed on. He joined me in leaning
his back against the headboard. His cock was rising to the occasion.

	I was embarrassed but totally horned up. I grasped my rigid cock
and began to stroke slowly. I felt like I could blow my load at any
moment. Dane toyed with his balls and then tugged at his foreskin. "I'm so
glad you didn't have me cut."

	"The doctor really wanted to, but both me and your mom said
absolutely not."

	"Thank you! I just wish I had as much foreskin as you do."

	"Yeah. It is kind of fun, for sure." I played with it, running my
finger inside and around the rim of my cockhead. The sensation caused me to
groan.

	We lay companionably side by side, slowly stroking our stiff rods,
both wanting to make it last. Dane spoke up again. "I was hoping she'd take
it up the ass tonight."

	I was surprised. "Has she done it before?"

	"Yeah, maybe twice for a couple of minutes each time. It hurts her
a lot. But it's so tight! Her pussy is great, but her ass - oh, man!"

	"Yeah. So I've heard."

	Dane smirked at me. "You've heard about Amanda's ass?"

	I chuckled. "No. I haven't, smart-ass. You know what I mean."

	"You ever done it before? Fucked someone up the ass?"

	"Not really. Look at this thing. Most assholes aren't that
accommodating."

	"You ever been fucked?"

	I was shocked. "That would be a big 'no' to that!"

	"There are some guys at school who fuck around with each
other. They've invited me to join in a few times."

	I was doubly shocked. "Who would that be?"

	"I don't want to get anyone in trouble. It doesn't matter anyway -
I'm not going to do it. I've thought about it, though. I've heard guys have
an easier time with it than girls do." His hand was moving faster on his
dick.

	My mind was reeling. It stunned me that my son could talk so
casually about having anal sex with other guys. "I know the kids at school
are a lot more casual about things than they were in my day, but..."

	"I know several gay kids. It's no big deal. I feel sorry for them
in a way - being gay in high school is no easy thing, so I've never given
anyone a hard time about it. In fact, I've come down pretty hard on some of
the bullies. But I ain't fucking any of them. This cock is reserved for
pussy."

	I was proud of him for not bullying. Certainly he could if he chose
to, being the size that he was. I was always on the outlook for kids being
bullied in my classes. I had even had a pair of boys who were having
difficulty come to me for help.

	Lost in the sensations of my hand on my cock, I found myself
looking at Dane's stud cock and wondering...

	"God!"

	"What, Dad?"

	"Never mind! Let's finish this up! Got a busy day ahead of us!"

	"OK." Dane lazily turned onto his right side, propping up his head
with his right hand and switching to his left hand on his cock. He was an
ambidextrous stroker, something I couldn't conceive of. I was a rightie all
the way. He regarded me with loving eyes. The roughness of his late-night
shadow combined with his movie-star good looks - expressive blue eyes,
perfect nose, full lips, strong jaw and chin, all lit up with a beautiful
smile and framed by hair that appeared to have been carefully colored by a
beautician, though I knew it hadn't been - made even this old straight
guy's heart beat a little faster. It was little wonder that he could get
into just about any girl's panties. But a small alarm went off in my head.

	"What are you doing?"

	His deep voice rumbled. "I like to watch you. You're such a fuckin'
stud." Once again, my mind was spinning. I stopped stroking.

	"Son, are you... are you trying to tell me something?"

	"What would that be, Dad?"

	"Are you gay? Or bisexual?"

	Dane seemed to think that was the funniest thing he had ever
heard. He chuckled as he responded, "Fuck, no, man! Didn't you hear what I
just said? And you saw me with Amanda tonight! Did I look gay to you?"

	"No, not at all. But this conversation might lead one to think."

	"Bisexual, I dunno. I don't to plan to find out. No, Dad. But I do
think guys are interesting to look at. They're just like girls - they're
all so different. Big cocks, little cocks, lots of hair, no hair." Dane was
yakking away like he often did when jacking off.  Monologues like this one
reminded me that he really was a boy - a very manly boy, but a boy
nonetheless. "When they bend over, their little assholes can look just like
a pussy. And you can't tell how strong a guy is by looking at him. I've
practiced with some of the kids who are in the lower weight classes at
school. Well, you already knew that. There are only a couple of other
heavyweights on our team, you know, and I can beat them into the
ground. Gets boring. Sometimes you take me to the Y so I can practice with
older guys, like we're doing tomorrow. But I love working with the lighter
kids. Some of them can really pack a wallop! It's fun, a little guy
squirming around, doing everything he can to pin me! Sometimes his cock'll
even get hard! I can feel it pressing against me!"

	My mind was attempting to listen to Dane's rushed words, but I was
mainly concentrating on my cock. I was breathing faster and faster. Dane
was stroking faster and beginning to gasp and grunt, a sign that he was
getting close.


	His foreskin was hypnotic in the way it slid back and forth over
his thick shiny cockhead. He gritted his teeth as he said, "But I told you,
Dad. This dick is for ladies only!" Just then, he blew a huge load all over
me. Six, seven, eight spurts. It felt like a slow-motion film as I watched
his piss slit widen and spew forth with huge gouts of cum. His cum felt
almost molten as he hosed me down with it. It seemed an eternity before it
slowed and stopped. This was very rare - almost never had cum from the
other touched either of us in past episodes. When I was much younger, I had
more than one jack-off session where another guy's cum had landed on me. In
no way had I regarded that as being intimate. This was entirely different.

"Whoa! Dad! I'm so sorry!"

But as he was apologizing, I was shooting a big load of my own, splattering
myself from my chin to my pubes. I fucked upward into my hand, my asshole
clenching. I almost passed out from the intensity of it. It blew my mind
that it was almost spontaneous - I had resumed stroking very lightly when,
all of a sudden, bam! I looked down at the cummy mess that covered me from
my chin to my groin. Dane was already hairier than me, but I had plenty of
it on my chest and stomach. My pubic bush was profuse. All of it was matted
down with cum.

Dane was pulling at his cock and flicking cum from his fingers onto my
chest. He was grinning wildly. "Fuck, Dad! You are fuckin' hot! Look at
you! You're a mess! All covered in jizz!" He reached out and gathered some
of my cum from my upper arm onto his finger, popping it into his
mouth. "Tastes great!"

As I instinctively stuck my tongue out and lapped up cum from my chin that
had almost landed in my mouth, I could only think, "What the fuck is going
on here?"