Date: Wed, 20 Dec 2017 00:16:31 -0800 From: Ryan White Subject: A Boy Called Shane Hey guys!! Ryan is back and he's better than ever!! This is a story about a fifteen year old boy meeting his girlfriend's parents for the first time. Only thing is...the dad totally falls for him. Will he feel the same?? Will he be disgusted?? Won't he even care?? And what will the SEX be like?? By all means, do read on!! LOL... If you wanna contact me about the story of just have a nice...chat...get hold of me on Twitter and email. TWITTER @LiciousRyan1 EMAIL whiteryan65@gmail.com Love, Ryan A BOY CALLED SHANE CHAPTER ONE There was no way that I wanted it to happen, or even once entertained the thought before. Me, hopelessly falling in love with my daughter's boyfriend?? Whaaaaat?? I'd have fucked you up good and proper if someone had the nerve in suggesting such filth. Because first of all I am NOT a faggot. I am as fucking straight as they come. I love watching Rugby, Cricket, Soccer...you name it. All those macho and manly shit a bloke can do to ensure everyone thinks he is one of the guys. Just a normal heterosexual male. Fuck that. Who the hell am I kidding. I have been gay since I can remember. Society has been the reason I have to portray this complete and utter farce. That told me I had to get married.. to a woman... and to buy the typical house with a white picket fence and pump out the average 2.5 kids into my wife's womb to someday start a family of my own. See that's what was expected of me. That's why my family had been producing male heirs since records began. The Green's was a big deal around here. Which is why I did not and could not DARE to reveal to anyone who I truly was. My son, Kane, was my first born as the stigma surrounding "being straight" continued. Fed up with all the faggot comments my family and friends seemed to just drop off their tongues at ease, my wife Debbi found herself pregnant once more just 8 months after Kane was born. By then I had learned to effectively act like an Oscar winning Brad Pitt. I was straight, like I had forced myself to be. All the thoughts of the boys I fancied in high school, but never could act on it...that's probably why all this happened. I never had the chance to be MYSELF around people my own age. So when my daughter Carrie began to date a boy called Shane, I wasn't worried. She was "normal". When I found pictures of naked girls on Kane's phone, I breathed a sigh of utter relief. My boy was normal. But I wasn't. They could never know their dad was gay. Never. That's until Carrie bought her new boyfriend Shane McCaskill home to meet me. I have never, ever seen such a stunningly beautiful human being. He was an orphan that didn't even know who he's real parents were. His adopted parents tried their best but there was something about Shane I noticed right from the beginning. And no...it wasn't the fact he looked like a young David Beckham. It was his eyes. There was an unexplained sadness inside of them. A sadness that Carrie clearly didn't recognise. Why would she? All she cared about was that this sexy boy of 15 years belonged to her and no one else. But I saw it. The shame, the hurt of visiting his girlfriend's parents wearing clothes that was colourless, with the amount of times they had been washed. Wearing shoes that was too tight simply because he had no other. He tried his best fixing his mop of blond hair. He had none of the macho bravado boys his age had. None at all. Because he didn't have what they did. Flashy clothes, plenty of money to take out the girl of his dreams, impressing his friends with the times he got his girl to fuck him...Shane stood before me like a frightened little baby Pokemon, hatched from its egg. He was wracked with embarrassment that he had to meet Carrie's parents looking like he did. Oh, his adopted parents loved him and even gave him some money they really couldn't spare to give, but they had their pride. Their son was not going to visit for a weekend without SOMETHING in his pockets. As I shook his hand he was nervous. Its as if he knew that I would immediately tell him to get his poor orphan ass out of my wealthy beach house. Yet I didn't. I wanted to, because Carrie could CLEARLY do better than this little reject. That was the dad inside me talking and I dare anyone to tell me they would NOT think the same, considering Shane's appearance that day. But no. I couldn't. Because the moment my right hand touched his, I was in love. I was in love with Shane. This beautiful blond, scrawny, blue eyed boy. Know what...? I hugged him. I pulled him close. He didn't smell. Dunno why I thought he would. He really did his best to impress me and Debbi, even more so Carrie. He relaxed underneath my body, and probably only out of sheer morbid relief, he hugged me back. Debbi had tears in her eyes. She knew I did the right thing. Knowing we as a family accepted him did Shane the world of good. Kane took Shane into his room to play Pokemon Ultra Sun. When I took both of them a Coke, the gratitude on Shane's face nearly had me crying. He told Kane that of course he had heard about the Pokemon games although he had never seen them or played them. It was his innocence that was intoxicating me. I closed my eyes, wished my feelings away and left them to play. Like mom's tend to do with their daughter's Carrie had to tell Debbi everything about her and Shane. We raised Carrie well, to wait before sex and to be careful when facing the usual teen social situations. Debbi and I were shocked to hear just what Shane had to face in life, and how the rich boys mocked him. Carrie didn't care about all that because in my heart I knew she saw what I did. He may have been poor but Shane McCaskill was worth way more than all those snotty wealthy golden boys whose parents didn't care about them except to pump their babies full of cash to keep them satisfied. I was worried about my own sexual sanity later that night because Shane had a shower and Kane, without wanting to hurt his feelings in any way, dared him to put on some of his own pajamas. I stopped at what I saw. A fifteen year old teenage boy, his blond hair still damp from his shower, being a proper teen for the very first time. Carrie hugged Shane good night and went to her room. I hugged her tight, thanking her what being the good person she was, and inviting Shane to stay for the weekend. "I didn't know if you guys would like him, Daddy. He isn't...I mean..." "Carrie Alice Green, if you say he isn't rich you're going over my knee." She smiled and kissed me. I went back to the kitchen where suddenly there was a stirring in my pants. My cock came to life, and it wasn't because of my wife making coffee in her nightgown. It was because of a topless Shane sitting next to her holding my wife's mobile. "His mom called. To thank us for having him and to see if he's okay," Debbi whispered. I nodded and kissed her as she went to bed. Shane finished the call, stood up and gave me back the phone. "Thanks a lot, Mr Green." Oh boy. I was in heaps of trouble. "Its sweet, Shane. Are you going to bed? Its kinda late." "Yeah, Kane has a movie he wants us to watch." "I hope it's not porn." FUCK. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?? Oh he's gonna think I'm a perv for sure now. He's gonna know how bad I want him. As badly as I wanted all those hot boys in high school but I couldn't have. All that sexual tension I had to hide because being gay was not seen as normal. I closed my eyes and feared the worst... Him telling Carrie and Kane their dad came onto him....FUCK!!! Laughter. Sheer laughter. A teenage boy laughing his guts out. Not anything I feared as I slowly opened my eyes. He wasn't disgusted with me. He was shaking with laughter! "Did I say something funny?" I was genuinely confused. "No...just the thought of porn makes me laugh. I'm not into that. Kane already tried to show me his naked girl pic..." He stopped talking, realizing too late that he totally dropped Kane into shit. The scared and nervous look on his face returned and so did a certain pain inside my heart. "Hey.. Its okay. I'm not angry. We're cool, aren't we?" Stupidly I held out my fist towards him. It wasn't like I was ancient. I was 33 to his 15 years of age. He smiled and slowly reached out with his own fist and bumped it against mine. I'll never, ever forget the smile on his beautiful face. This was gonna be a long weekend. THANKS FOR READING!! Want more? Let me know xx @LiciousRyan1 whiteryan65@gmail.com