Date: Wed, 22 Sep 2010 08:52:47 -0400 From: Z McGuire Subject: Discovering Nick - Part 2 of 6 Discovering Nick - Part 2 By Zane McGuire zanemcguire@hotmail.com UPDATE: Do you want to read the archive of ALL of my hot stories and get a sneak peek at new chapters before they post on Nifty? Want to find out what new stories are in the works and make suggestions for upcoming plots? Join the Erotic Fiction of Zane McGuire group at Google by joining here: http://groups.google.com/group/zanemcguire Now, back to the hot action... "Am I really doing this? Am I really about to jerkoff at the idea of my son?" I closed my eyes, feeling a mix of lust and shame and then, swallowing hard, I slipped my hand into my shorts and wrapped my hand around my stiff dick. It was like I went to another place. I felt lightheaded (probably from all the blood that was rushing south... I don't recall my penis EVER being that swollen!) I stumbled over to my bed, slipping out of my shoes, socks and shorts. Collapsing on my back in a heap, I spread my legs wide and commenced stroking. Still keeping my eyes squeezed shut, I tried to fight back the images that kept flashing through my mind... Nick's silver cockring... the way his shorts tented... the tip of his dick tucked under the waistband... the soft fur across his chest... the way he waved that bottle of lotion at me so casually... wondering if he was right upstairs, right now, coating his big, hard dick with lotion and wrapping his... "OH GOD!" I called out, far too loudly. "Oh dear god, no...." I felt my balls tighten up as I stroked furiously, unable to resist the overwhelming sensations cascading across my body. I felt the hot cum deep in my balls fire up my shaft like a cannon before blasting out with such a force that it slapped against my headboard in a messy splat. "Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn...." I bit my lip to keep myself from crying out as another blast ripped out, this time splashing across my face. I opened my mouth to gasp and felt the salty seed slip across my tongue. A third powerful blast coated my fuzzy chest, creating a pool of hot creaminess around the cleft between my pecs. Several more smaller, less intense blasts oozed out of my dick as my heartbeat slowly returned to normal and I tried to catch my breath. I lay there for a few moments, my chest heaving. Swallowing hard, I reached up to wipe the viscous ejaculate from my face, allowing my eyes to open. As I did, I realized my vision was blurry. I had tears in my eyes. I wasn't sure if it was from the intensity of my orgasm or the shame and disgust I was feeling for actually allowing myself to masturbate while thinking of my own son. "What the hell is wrong with me?" I moaned quietly. ********** I didn't sleep well that night. I stood under the shower for far longer than necessary, trying to wipe every last reminder of my perverted fantasy off of my body. After crawling back into bed, I tossed and turned, wondering all kinds of things. What kind of man thinks of something like that? What kind of man has a reaction to his son's body the way I did? Was I sick? Did I have some kind of mental disorder? By the time I drifted off, I had more or less made peace with myself. It was a fluke, I told myself. A manifestation of my loneliness and my genuine feelings of sadness at not having Nick around the house as much anymore. I loved him, and my body just had an involuntary and inappropriate reaction to those feelings. That's all that it was, that was all it would ever be, and, come morning, I'd never allow myself to even think about it again. And I was doing very well at just that. I rose before the boys and started my Sunday chores. As I was washing the car outside the garage, I heard the sound of a car driving away from the house. I wiped my hands on a towel and headed to the front of the house to see what was happening. I saw Ryan and Grant driving down the driveway, a trail of dust trailing behind Grant's Ford. I glanced at my watch. Just before ten. It was odd for the twins to be awake that early, much less out and about. I started to return to the garage when I nearly ran headfirst into Nick, who was standing on the front patio. "Whoa!" He called, bracing my shoulders. "Where you off to in such a hurry?" All the resolve I'd had all morning at forgetting my forbidden thoughts went straight to heck. He was standing before me, shirtless, still wearing the same nylon shorts he'd been wearing last night. His hair was disheveled and his face still bore the deep lines from his pillowcase. "Nick!" I exclaimed. "You startled me. I just, uh... came to see who was leaving." "Just the guys," he explained. "They came bounding into my room a few minutes ago asking if I wanted to join them." "Where are they off to so early?" "Some comic book thing." "Oh, right," I said, as it came back to me. "Ryan told me something about that the other day. One of the artists they like is going to be there signing books or something." "I guess." He shrugged. "All I know is they said it's on the other side of Fairview, so they'll be gone most of the day." I nodded and made my way back to the garage. "Why didn't you join them? I am sure you could have found something to occupy your time in the city while the boys did their thing." "Nah," he said, waving his hand dismissively. "I'm in the city all week. I wanted to stay here. Hang out. Spend some quality time with the Old Man." He reached up and gently squeezed my shoulders. I felt a twinge of panic overtake me and I casually pulled away. "That's really sweet of you, buddy. But, I'm, uh... afraid I've actually got plans today too." He seemed disappointed. "Oh, okay. No problem." My heart broke. This was my son! My buddy! He wanted to spend time with me, and I should be grateful for that. However, I also knew that I was still feeling very conflicted about what had happened the night before and there was no way I could be around him today without freaking out. I needed to take some time to clear my head. "Hey... I'm sorry, Nick," I wanted to hug him, but... well... that's why I needed some space. "I promise we'll do something fun together next weekend, okay?" He nodded. "What do you have in mind for today?" "Well..." I scratched my head. I hadn't really thought this through. "I need to head into town myself. Had I remembered the boys were going, I could have driven with them." "Why don't you just call them, I'm sure they'll turn back around and..." "No, no, that's okay," I said. "I still need to shower and change and stuff." "Okay." He smiled forlornly and shuffled back toward the house. "Nick, I'll see you before you head back to school. Try and relax today, buddy and just enjoy yourself. You've got a busy week ahead of you." "Yeah, that's true," he nodded. "Maybe I'll just hang out by the pool. Might be the last chance I get before it gets too cold." "That's a great idea," I commented, grateful that he'd found a way to kill some time. He scratched his chin, seemingly considering something and finally said, "Hey... what time do you think you'll be back?" "I don't know, maybe like three ish? Why?" "Why don't you give me a call when you are about to leave the city? Maybe you can pick up some grub and we'll have a bite to eat before I head for the train." "Sounds good, buddy." He smiled and jogged back to the house. As he closed the door behind him, I exhaled. I wasn't sure exactly HOW I was going to kill time today, but one thing was for sure... I needed to get out of there before I found myself reliving the thoughts from the night before. ********** After another shower of shame and a quick change into some khakis and a linen shirt, I jumped into my freshly washed convertible and drove a few miles down the road. Now, when I say we lived in the middle of nowhere, I meant it. The closest town was Fairview and, aside from a rundown shopping mall and a bowling alley that was custom made for rednecks, there really wasn't much to do. I decided to use the time to reflect on my relationship with Nick and try, again, to put things in perspective. I drove down to the creek that separated my property from Hiram Gilbert's sprawling farm and parked along the roadside. Making my way down to the bubbling water, I took a seat on one of the flat stones lining the bank. Shaking my head and laughing weakly, I realized that it was no accident that I'd found myself here. Looking back, I had to admit to myself that what had happened last night with Nick wasn't the first time I'd fantasized about another man. As a teenager, right before I met Peggy, I had a best friend named Greg and we were inseperable. Now Greg was a good bit more worldly than I was, having grown up in the city. He moved out to the country when his folks had separated, and he was miserable. Yet we hit it off right away and spent most of our free time together. I must have been sixteen the first time I saw him naked. We were swimming together in this very creek and he caught his trunks on a branch, tearing a hole in them. I was in the water, but I watched as he slipped them off and I got an eyeful of his long, uncut penis. I had never seen an uncut penis before, so naturally I found it fascinating. I asked him about it and he shrugged, telling me that he'd never known any different, so he didn't think it was all that strange. I mentioned that it looked "weird" and he said it looked pretty much the same as everyone else's penis when it was hard and wanted to know if I cared to see. Before I could really process, I watched his penis thicken and grow until it formed a solid curve bouncing toward his stomach. I had never seen anything like it. He stood there for a few moments before shame (I guess) overtook him and he tucked it back into his torn trunks. Saying he had to head home for a new pair of trunks, he jumped on his bike and road off. I didn't see him the rest of that day, but when we next got together, no further mention was ever made of his penis. After high school, Greg moved away for college and we fell out of touch, as childhood friends often do. However, the image stayed with me for years, and I spent many nights thinking of it and wondering what it felt like to have a foreskin. Sometimes I would even masturbate and imagine that Greg was standing in my room in the exact pose he'd been in at the creek, showing off his erection. I always found my orgasms much more intense during those times. And later, after I married Peggy, we became acquaintances with some local farmers who, we would learn, had been together for nearly ten years. Of course they lived a very private, sheltered life and most of the townsfolk assumed they were brothers. (It was a different time and, back then, people around here weren't as cosmopolitan as they are these days.) The farmers, Marshall and Phil, apparently came to trust Peggy and me enough to tell us the truth about themselves and it helped forge a bond. In fact, looking back, it was probably our friendship with those fellas that helped us be so at peace with the idea of Nick being gay. One night, shortly after a bad snowstorm, Peggy told me she wasn't able to reach Marshall and Phil on the phone and sent me off in the 4x4 to check on them. It took me almost four hours to drive the sixteen miles to their homestead because of the snow, but I was glad to do it. When I came to their house, the first thing I noticed was the smoke coming from the chimney. I sighed in relief, knowing that meant they were at least warm and safe. As I made my way toward the front door, something caught my eye and when I peeked in the window, what I saw shocked me. There were Marshall and Phil, sprawled out on the bearskin rug in front of the fire, engaging in what I'd later come to know was called "the sixty-nine." I gasped and immediately blushed... but I couldn't seem to take my eyes off of them. I watched far longer than I should have, staring in amazement at how easily Marshall took all of Phil's thick penis into his mouth. They were both big, strong, bears of men, and it just struck me as somehow fascinating that they were so tender with each other. Once again I found myself getting an erection from the scene in front of me. My mouth went dry and I instinctively rubbed the bulge in my pants. Their pace increased dramatically until finally I saw Marshall unlatch himself from Phil's engorged penis and take it in his hand, stroking it furiously. I literally gasped as I saw Phil's thick cum begin spewing forth, all over Marshall's face, sticking in his beard and dripping from his lips. Before I realized what was happening, I felt my own penis begin to spasm and I felt my own orgasm sweep over me as I stood there, knee deep in snow, spying on our two closest friends. I felt a warmth spread across the inside of my trousers and I felt lightheaded for a moment. As the moment passed, I turned my attention back to the window, where Marshall and Phil were passionately kissing, the sticky white semen rolling back and forth between their tongues. Catching my breath, I made my way back to my truck and began the long ride home. After returning, I quickly made my way into the bathroom and changed into my robe before explaining to Peggy that the boys were just fine, they had just been busy shovelling snow when she had called. About a year later, during another snowstorm, Peggy brought the story up during one of our regular dinners with the guys. They seemed confused about what she was talking about, but I saw something in Phil's eyes that made me wonder if he somehow knew I had watched them through the window. It was all a moot point, as six months later, Marshall got a job working for a logging company in Washington and he and Phil headed out west. About three years after that, Marshall called us in tears to tell us his beloved Phil had succumbed to lung cancer. We hadn't even known he had been sick! We flew out to Washington for the funeral and made every effort to stay in touch with Marshall after that. I saw him again at Peggy's funeral, and we'd maintained a regular email conversation ever since. He'd been an invaluable source of support during Nick's coming out process. I wondered briefly if maybe I should reach out to him and tell him about these feelings I was having. But no, any sane person would tell me I was sick and that could cost me one of my best friends. As I watched the creek flow by, I realized that I wasn't going to find any easy answers. It occurred to me that as it stood right now, I was being far too hard on myself. It was just a fluke, it meant nothing, and there was no reason at all to agonize over it. I'd simply go back home, spend the day with Nick like he wanted and send him back to school where he could live out the rest of his days never knowing about my momentary lack of parental judgment. ********** And then it got worse. Feeling slightly more at peace, I drove back to the house and parked my car by the gate. I figured I'd tell the twins to bring the Ford around to the garage when they returned and we'd wash it together and horse around like we did when they were kids. As I made my way back to the house, I walked along the hedgeline that surrounded the pool. I made a mental note to have the boys prepare to close the pool up during the week, as the last of the warm days were upon us and fall was about to really settle in. I heard the distant sound of music and splashing and paused to look through the hedge. There was Nick, floating around the pool on the inflatable lounge. He was splayed out on the thing, one leg dangling off the edge in the water, the other pulled up at the knee. His fingertips tapped the arm in rhythm to the music as the sun dappled off his bronzed skin. He had a pair of black sunglasses on and I gulped as I noticed he was wearing a pair of skintight swimtrunks, cut high and low. Again I found myself staring at my son's impressive bulge. Overcome by the familiar feelings of revulsion and arousal washing over me, I was about to turn away when I noticed him pluck his phone from the cupholder on the lounge and tap away at it. In my pocket, my phone started to vibrate. Without looking away, I withdrew my phone and saw it was a text message. "U STILL IN TOWN?" I took a deep breath, quickly texting back "JUST LEFT. NEED SOMETHING?" I watched as he read my text. A smile spread across his face and he nodded. He tapped back a message. "NOPE. JUST CHECKING. YOU'LL BE ABOUT AN HOUR?" "MORE OR LESS. YOU HAVING FUN?" I sent back. He chuckled. "GOING TO NAP. TAKE YOUR TIME." His message perplexed me. I looked back at the pool and saw him gently paddling his way over to the side. Maybe he was going back inside to nap, as he said. Realizing I was now stuck by my own ruse, I had no choice but to remain where I was standing and hope that he didn't see my car parked out front. Once he went back inside, I'd sneak back in and drive around for another hour. I wondered why I felt the need to fib to him at all... Just then, I saw him spread a towel across one of the plastic pool chairs and lay back. Maybe he was going to nap outside? At this hour that wasn't very smart, he'd burn like a lobster... But no, napping wasn't what my son had in mind. I watched breathlessly as he reached under the chair and withdrew the very same bottle of lotion I'd seen him get from the kitchen last night. Squeezing a healthy pile into his hand, he looked around to ensure no one was watching and slipped his hand under his tight swimsuit. "Dear god," I whispered... "not again..." But I couldn't move. If I did, he'd see me, and then I'd be busted for lying AND spying on him. No... it was like my worst nightmare and my deepest, darkest secret fantasy all at once. Feeling confident that he was alone, Nick raised his hips up off the chair and slowly began to slide his trunks off. I had a choice. Close my eyes and wait for it to be over... or watch... Guess which one I chose? TO BE CONTINUED... Enjoying the story so far? Drop me a line at zanemcguire@gmail.com and let me know! Still to come... For a split second, I imagined Nick, back in his dorm room, in a similar position, with a man sliding his erect penis into his ass. I wondered if Nick had done that? I wondered what the man looked like. Nick had said he liked older, balding guys with nice legs and a hairy chest. I wonder if... Suddenly, in my mind's eye, the man who was thrusting into my son's upturned ass took shape. And, much to my shock and surprise, the man was me...