Date: Wed, 30 Mar 2005 21:19:50 EST
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: dad's drinking buddies 17

DAD'S POINT OF VIEW-1

Danny looked so confused. I had wanted to spare my son the agony of his
mother's pop-up visit, but she was too insistent. She always was a
spontaneous woman. She acted on impulse. She didn't give a damn about how
her actions could affect or even hurt someone. That's why it didn't
bother her when she left me here with our son for a married man. She just
picked up and moved out, without an explanation, a card, or a note. She
called me 2 days after she had gone, to tell me that she never loved me
in the first place, and that she finally knew what it felt like to be
absolutely and totally "FUCKED BY A REAL MEAN." I mean, what's a man to
do when his wife gives him a statement like that?
With just me and Danny now, I started to see my wife's face in my son's
eyes. Everytime I woke him for school, I saw her. When I helped him with
his homework, I saw her. When we sat across from eachother at the dinner
table, I saw her. When I gave him a bath... when I helped him dress...
when I tucked him in bed at night.
Is there any wonder why I turned to the bottle?

"Come on, son. Come and give your mother a hug!" smiled Barbara, holding
out her arms as if she'd never abandoned Danny 6 years ago.
Danny looked at his mother with amazement. I knew he was probably
wondering if he were dreaming. He'd imagined many scenarios of how his
mother would return to his life, but now that the moment was apon him, he
was speechless.
Barbara walked over to him and wrapped her arms tightly around him,
hugging him close. At first Danny didn't respond, he just stood there
paralyzed, the color draining from his face like the juice from a water
ice. After a few seconds, Barbara parted, grabbing him by his face and
staring into his shocked eyes.

"That's my little man." she smiled, kissing him on his forehead. "You've
grown into such a nice looking young man. You look just like your father
did back when we were in highschool together."

"Why don't you go on up to your room, Danny. I'll call you when dinner is
ready." I said, giving my son a chance to walk away and collect his
thoughts. I could see how confused he was at the unexpected sight of her.

"Nooo..." Barbara groaned, hugging him again. "I just got here. I want to
see more of him."

"Go on upstairs, Danny." I insisted.
Danny heard the firmness in my voice, and did what I told him.

Barbara watched as our son turned and walked back out of the kitchen. She
continued to watch as he disappeared around the corner and up the steps
out of sight. Then she took a moment to calm herself before she turned
around in my direction with tears in her eyes.

"He's really handsome." she smiled, retaking her seat at the counter. "He
seemed real pleased to see me." she added, delusional.

"He's probably wondering why you're here." I said, refilling the cup of
coffee I made for her.
She looked at me cross, giving me the same look she always did whenever I
was starting to piss her off.

"I made a mistake, Brian. We ALL make mistakes." she said in her defense.

"Some more than others." I snared, turning my back to check on dinner.

"You weren't perfect yourself, you know. You were always nagging me about
cooking and cleaning. Treating me more like your maid than your wife..."

"Yeah, I remember how my asking you for dinner drove you into the arms of
another man." I flipped, sarcastically.

"Maybe if I was getting what I needed at home, I wouldn't have had to
cheat on you all the time!" she countered, getting up from her stool.

"I DID have to work, Barbara. I couldn't fuck you 24-7 like you wanted."
I said, slamming the oven door.

"You knew I had a high sex drive from before we married! Infact, I
believe that was why you married me, to have sex whenever you wanted."

"I married you because you were pregnant with Danny." I corrected. "We
were kids then, what teenagers don't have a high sex drive?"

"You know what I meant." she pouted, standing behind me. "I wasn't cut
out to play the mother roll. I needed sex and excitement in my life. I
needed to be free to party and travel. I was only 16 when I got pregnant.
I didn't want my life to pass by with just THIS to answer for it."

"So having a son that adored you, and a husband that loved you wasn't
enough?" I asked, standing eye to eye.
Tears watered Barbara's eyes as she held onto my gaze firmly.

"No." she answered weakly.
Her painful admission was almost too much for me to bare, and I crossed
over to the sink to pretend to wash my hands so she couldn't see me get
choked up. It took me a lot of years to get over Barbara's leaving me.
Infact, I still wasn't "over" her. Up until the moment when I first
fucked Danny, I was still seeing HER in my mind.

"So what are you doing here now?" I asked, turning off the hot water as I
reached to dry my hands on a paper towel. "Why did you come back?"

"I wanted to see you, and Danny..." she said

"Danny's been through a lot." I said, cutting her off.

"So have I."

"I don't care about what you've been through!" I said, losing my temper.

"This doesn't have to get ugly, Brain. We can handle this like adults."

"Handle what?" I asked, sensing more to this then just her wanting to
visit.

"Me moving back to Springfield." she said to my deafening ears. "I want
us to become a family again...."

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'A FAMILY AGAIN', played over and over in my head as I lay in bed staring
up at the ceiling in silence.
Barbara had left the house over 2 hours ago, after trying to convince
that we all would be better off if Dan and I would allow her back into
our lives. The idea of letting her back into my life, just to stab me in
the back again, didn't sit too well with me. I didn't know if I could
trust her around Danny. It was obvious that he too had some deeper issues
when it came to his mother. I could tell that by the way he tensed up
when she touched him. He never spoke a word to her, and didn't even
attempt to come back down stairs until she had left and I had called for
him.

We tried eating dinner as planned, but by then both of our appetites were
gone. Danny asked me a lot of questions about his mother, and what her
intentions were for being here. I didn't know what to tell him, so I
avoided the answers. After a while, I pushed away our plates and cleaned
the kitchen for bed. I took a nice long shower to unwind, and think more
on what Barbara had to say. When I came out of the bathroom, I closed my
door, cut out the lights, turned on the TV, and laid down under the
covers waiting for sleep to take me over. I was a long way from falling,
when I suddenly saw my door open.

"We still sleeping together tonight, dad?" asked Danny, standing in the
doorway, still wearing those tight clinging shorts he had on when his mom
was here.

"uh... I'm not sure thats a good idea right now, son. Maybe... maybe
tomorrow..." I said, cupping my hands behind my head.
Danny's chin dropped to his chest with disappointment. I could see
written all over his face. I knew he had been hoping for a night of
unbridle passion from his old man, but his mother's unexpected visit had
put a definite halt on my erection. I was already having doubts about
this whole situation in the first place. But now, my mind was too busy
wondering about her, and what her true intentions were for being here.
Did she simply want back into Danny's life, or was she trying to get back
into our household? To pick up where she left off as mother and wife?
So engrossed in thought, that I hadn't even noticed when Danny had left
the room. Eventually I fell asleep watching TV. The last thing I remember
was Jay Leno poking fun at Michael Jackson's legal troubles, and
wondering if that could be ME if Barbara was to find out what's been
going on around here.

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The next morning I overslept, forgetting to set my alarm. I got up,
stretched, then headed to the bathroom to relieve myself. I turned on the
shower to let the water heat up, when I heard the phone ring. I went back
into my bedroom and reached for it apparently at the same time my son
must have answered downstairs.

"Hello?" I heard Danny say into the receiver in the kitchen.

"Whats up cocksucker? Where's your father at?" I heard a voice I
recognized say over the phone.

"He's still asleep, sir." Danny said, politely.

"Hows that ass pussy, kid? Ready for another shot of cum in your cunt?"
asked the man whose voice I was so sure I knew.

"Yes sir." said Danny, obediently.

"We didn't get too rough with you yesterday, did we? You know I got plans
for that sweet ass of yours. I had a guy here at the bar last night
that's looking for a young piece of pussy like you to put in one of his
movies. Wouldn't you like to spend the entire day getting gangbanged by a
bunch of older men, taking turns ramming that sweet hot boy cunt of yours
and filling it with all the dick cream you can take for the cameras?"

"Oh HELL YES!" I heard my son exclaim, sounding like he was ready to cum
by just thinking about it.

"Good. Ditch school today, and I'll come pass your block to pick you up.
He wants to start shooting this morning. You want to get fucked, don't
you kid?"

"Yes. Yes, I'm ready."

"Seeusoon." said the man, hanging up.
I sat on the edge of the bed, unable to believe my ears as I took in what
my son had become, and what he was being requested to do.
I knew it was all my fault. Had I tried to understand why he was having
sex with me while I was sleeping, instead of jumping to conclusions and
raping him in revenge, he probably wouldn't be in this boat right now.

I felt my stomach curl at the thought of my boy taking a train of men up
his ass. Strangers bending him over and fucking him without a single
thought for his welfare or well being. Men who would just fuck the living
shit out of his tiny hole, and fuck him until he bled to death, just to
get a nutt off inside him. I pictured him laying tied to a bed, his young
under developed body being pounded by big, tall, mean muscular men with
big long low hanging cocks. There was noway his ass could sustain such
punishment. Danny had no idea what he was getting himself into. He could
be seriously injured if these guys got out of control. What would happen
if he asked them to "stop", or if he wanted to quit before they were
finished with him? They could hurt him, or worse yet, they could KILL him
if he could recognize any of them. There was noway I could let my son go
through with this. I had to stop him before he made the biggest mistake
of his life.

I was knocked out of my day dream when I heard a car horn, and then the
back door close. I jumped up off the bed, grabbed up a pair of jeans and
a shirt, and ran downstairs. When I got to the front door, I saw Kevin's
car backing out of the drive. I went running across the lawn in my boxer
shorts just as they were taking off down the street. I banged on the
trunk of the car to get their attention.
Kevin stopped, then rolled down his window as I took a moment to catch my
breath.

"Whats wrong mr McMurphy?" he asked, peeking his head out of the window
and looking me up and down like I was a crazy man.

"I...I'm...(whew)..." I tried to speak, breathing hard. "I wanted to
speak to my son!" I managed to say, walking up to his window.

"Danny's not here." Kevin said, as I bent forward to peer into his car.
Glancing around, I only saw him, Eric, and Andy Becker's youngest son
-Mike in the back seat. "He said he was getting a ride with someone
else." Kevin continued, pointing back in the other direction with his
thumb as if he were hitchhiking.
I stood up and looked down the other end of the block, only to see Danny
getting into another car on the corner.

"Dammit!!" I said, taking off down the street as I finished my pants
pockets for my car keys.
I jumped into my unlocked car, started the ignition, backed out of my
drive, and took off like a bat out of hell insearch for my son. I spotted
the car 3 blocks down, making a right as it headed towards rush hour
traffic. I sped up, flying through lights and stop signs so that I
wouldn't lose them. During the chase, I replayed the whole phone
conversation in my head. I thought about the man's offer to pick my son
up, and acknowledged that he must have already fucked my boy before, -at
least once. I wondered who this guy was, and how he got in contact with
my son. The first thing I thought was "the internet!". So many child
predators cruise the net looking for nice young confused boys like my
Danny, to use and take advantage of. These boys were naive, and didn't
realize what kind of damage they were doing to their bodies until it was
too late.

I saw the car I was following just about 6 car lengths up ahead turn off
onto route35. I followed suit as they pulled into a popular motel. I hung
back, waiting to see who emerged from the car with my son.
I could easily see two heads in the front seat of the car as they pulled
into an empty parking space. Then I saw the driver grab the back of my
son's head, and pull it down into his lap. I watched for 5 full minutes
as they stayed in that position. After a while, Danny sat back up, and
the two males got out of the car. I could see Danny struggling to get the
load down his throat that he'd just swallowed. He was licking his lips to
be certain that he'd gotten every ounce. I could even see that he was
sporting a hardon through his jeans. Either he'd been exciting sucking
the strange man's cock, or he was exciting anticipating what was to come
in one of those motel rooms. Either way, I could see that he was a
willing participant.

My eyes narrowed when the driver's door opened. I wanted to get a good
look at his face, to be sure I would be beating the correct man once I
found out what room they were in. My mouth dropped open and my eyes
widened when I saw who the man was that was molesting my son. My
bartender Roscoe got out of the driver's seat, zipped his pants, then
escorted Danny up the back steps to the second balcony where I saw them
enter room 207.

I sat there for several minutes, unable to believe that one of my bar
buddies was taking advantage of my son this way. How could he do
something like this? To take an innocent underage boy, and corrupt him...
All I saw was stars. Roscoe would have to pay for what he was doing to my
son. Him, and all of the other perverts up in that room thinking they
were going to be spending the entire day ramming teenage boy ass.