I think my son is gay
"Christopher, are you gay?" came the voice from the
doorway.
The eightteen-year-old sat silently on his bed, too
shocked to answer the question his father was asking.
He could feel his face starting to blush.
"Answer me, son, are you gay? Or maybe you're just
curious? I'm not mad, I just want to know."
Stuart Sloan was not angry at his son. To the contrary,
he was rather aroused by the idea that his son
might be a ****** who would let a man shove his
penis up his tight little ass. Like many paranoid
parents in contemporary America, he regularly checked
his k**'s internet browser history to see what sites he
visited, and had recently discovered that Christopher
had downloaded some porn from a site called "Big Dicked
Dudes."
"Um, I don't know, Dad," the boy answered meekly.
"I know you have been looking at some inappropriate
pictures on the internet, Christopher," Stuart said
calmly, "the computer keeps a record of the sites you
visit."
Like every savvy teenager of the cyber age, Christopher knew
this, but this time he had simply forgotten to erase
his tracks like he normally did.
"Yeah, I guess I am a little curious, Dad," the boy
admitted.
"Well, that's only natural, son. Many boys are curious
about having sex with other boys and men. Tell me, have
you had sex with anyone, a boy or a girl?"
"No, Dad."
"An older man, perhaps? Maybe one of your teachers?" He
was particularly thinking of his English teacher, Mr.
Morris, whom he had noticed tended to look at the
boys in his charge rather too intensely.
"No, Dad, no one, honest!"
Stuart was somewhat skeptical, as he remembered the
sexual hi-jinks he had been up to when he was
Christopher's age. "What about Matthew?" he asked,
referring to Christopher's best friend.
A pause followed before Christopher answered.
"Well, Matthew and I have jerked off together a few
times, but that's all, I swear."
Matthew was damn cute and who had virtually lived at
the Sloans' house the previous summer. The Sloans had a
pool, and they spent most of the summer frolicking
in it. Stuart enjoyed sitting on the deck beside the
pool watching them in their innocent yet vaguely
homoerotic play. The two made quite a stunning pair.
Matthew's dark hair contrasted nicely with
Christopher's blond locks, and each one had a rock hard
ass that could make a Greek god do a double-take.
Stuart had decided then and there to fuck one or both
of the nubile young lads if he got the chance.
It looked like Lady Luck was now dealing him some
winning cards.
"Did you touch Matthew's penis?" Stuart asked his son.
"No, Dad."
"Did he touch yours?"
"No, Dad, nothing like that happened. We just jerked
off together, talking about girls and stuff."
Stuart interrogated his son further. "Were you thinking
about the girls or looking at Matthew?"
"Um, looking at the girls, I mean thinking about them."
"Are you sure?" his father pressed him.
"I guess I was looking at him, I mean he was right
there and all. I don't know if I'm gay, Dad, I just
don't know. I like Matthew an awful lot."
Stuart's cock was throbbing in his pants as he conjured
up the image of the two horny teenagers beating
their meat together, quite probably on the same bed his
son was now sitting on.
"I know you do, Christopher. But sometimes a teenager your
age will have a crush on a friend, but it's just a
temporary phase," his father explained, "though of
course some boys do turn out to be gay."
An awkward silence hung in the room.
"Well, Christopher, there is one way to know for sure."
"What's that, Dad?" the youth asked in earnest.
As an answer, Stuart issued a command to his son. "Go
to the bathroom and get the jar of vaseline," he
ordered.
While he knew what vaseline could be used for,
Christopher did not understand his father's request.
"Why, Dad?"
"Just go get it and bring it back. Don't make me ask
you again."
The confused teen got up and went down the hall. He
returned a minute later, carrying the jar of petroleum
jelly tightly tucked under his arm. He walked into the
room and nearly dropped the jar, however, when he saw
that his father was standing there fully naked and
sporting a massive erection.
"What are you doing Dad?" he asked in disbelief.
"Well the one way to find out for sure if you're a
queer is to have you get fucked up the ass to see if
you like it. So I'm gonna help you find out."
Christopher was astonished, but his young cock hardened
in an instant.
"But you're my dad!" he protested.
"Yeah, which makes it perfect. I only want what's best
for you, and I'll be gentle and loving. I will love you
whether you turn out to be gay or not. This way you get
to find out if you're gay, and I get my rocks off. Dads
have needs too, you know."
"I don't know, Dad, it's kind of weird."
"Yeah it is, but life can be weird sometimes. Now do
you want to take your clothes off yourself, or do you
want me to rip them off of you? I'm gonna fuck you one
way or another, Christopher. It'll be easier on you if
you cooperate."
The teen noted a vaguely threatening look on his
father's face that he had never seen before. He doubted
that his dad was really motivated by a desire to help
his son discover his true sexual orientation, but he
knew that the man meant business. He nervously pulled
the t-shirt over his head and began to fumble with his
belt.
"Turn around," his father ordered, "I want to see your
ass first, and pull your pants down slowly."
Christopher blushed but complied with his father's lewd
order. He turned so his back was towards his father,
then unbuckled his belt and slowly pulled his jeans
down below his knees. He left his boxers in place.
Stuart enjoyed the sight of his son standing there with
his jeans down and his firm ass straining
against the plaid fabric of his boxers.
"Now take your shorts down, slowly."
Christopher obediently pulled down his boxers, and
Stuart whistled when he saw his boy's bare ass come in
to view.
"Now I'm going to enjoy fucking that!" he shouted
obscenely.
Christopher was still struggling to understand what was
going on.
"Are you gay, Dad?" he asked, turning his head towards
the increasingly excited man.
"No, Christopher, I'm not gay, but I do like to fuck a
tight ass. And I've been noticing your ass for
quite a while."
Stuart also wanted to see how his son was doing in the
dick department, so he ordered Christopher to turn
around. The k** did so, revealing a prick that had
grown to full staff.
"Well you just might be gay after all," he said when he
saw the erection. "You have a nice-looking cock.
You're growing up to be quite a stud."
Stuart observed Christopher's penis further. It was
rather skinny but nearly five inches long, and was a
slightly darker shade than the rest of the k**'s skin.
A thin band of pubic hair ran horizontally above its
base and a pair of balls in a hairless scrotum hung
underneath.
But this moment was not about Christopher's cock, as
pretty as it might be.
"Get on the bed, on your hands and knees," Stuart
ordered, "I'm gonna do it doggy-style, the way real
fags like it."
"But, Dad, I dunno about..."
"Get the fuck up on the bed and stick your ass out,
Christopher," the man interrupted. "Don't make me ask
you again."
Christopher shuddered and complied with the lewd order.
His father was a strong, muscular man and Christopher
did not want to incur his wrath.
"Now that's a sight for sore eyes," Stuart sighed as he
looked at the butt thrust out towards him, ready for
his taking. He opened up the jar of vaseline and dug
out a big glob of goo, which he promptly spread over
his seven-and-one-half-inch cock. He then placed his
penis against his son's sphincter and pushed into the
forbidden object of his lust. He stopped when just his
head was inside, his head swooning from the heat and
tightness of his son's virginal ass.
"Oh, Dad, it hurts! Take it out!"
"Shush, it'll hurt at first, but it'll get
better. Just hang on," was Stuart's response, who then
added "here comes some more" before pressing his
assault further.
"Owww!" Christopher screamed.
"Fuck, that's nice," Stuart grunted. Man and son were
each caught in their own worlds of pleasure and pain,
respectively. The sensations spreading over Stuart's
penis were so delightful that he could not wait any
longer, so he plunged the rest of his massive meat into
his son with one forceful thrust of his hips.
Christopher wailed, but Stuart ignored him. He wiggled
his dick from side to side inside the teens tight ass,
then began a slow in-and-out fucking rhythm. He pulled
his rod nearly all the way out of Christopher's butt,
then slid it back into his asshole. This went on for
several minutes. In, out, in, out. Gradually
Christopher's cries subsided and Stuart's pumping
increased its tempo.
"Come on Christopher, give me your ass! Give me
your tight ass!"
Christopher didn't respond to his father's latest lewd
command, he was just waiting for the reaming to end. He
didn't really like what was happening, although he
realized that it had ceased to hurt.
"Come on Christopher, shove your ass back on me, give
it to me," his father repeated, slapping his son hard
on his right ass cheek.
With his ass stung by the sudden spanking, Christopher
started to back up on his father's cock as the man
fucked him.
"Yeah, that's it. That feels so good. I'm gonna cum.
Gonna fucking cum up your ass. Your fag ass. Here it
comes, oh fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" Stuart bellowed as he
ejaculated inside his son.
Stuart collapsed on top of Christopher and father and
son lay without speaking a word for several minutes.
"So, are you a fag?" Stuart asked, breaking the
silence.
"I don't know. It hurt at first, but it stopped. But it
still didn't feel good."
"Well then, we'll have to try again tomorrow to be
sure," Stuart answered as he got up from the bed and
left the room.
doorway.
The eightteen-year-old sat silently on his bed, too
shocked to answer the question his father was asking.
He could feel his face starting to blush.
"Answer me, son, are you gay? Or maybe you're just
curious? I'm not mad, I just want to know."
Stuart Sloan was not angry at his son. To the contrary,
he was rather aroused by the idea that his son
might be a ****** who would let a man shove his
penis up his tight little ass. Like many paranoid
parents in contemporary America, he regularly checked
his k**'s internet browser history to see what sites he
visited, and had recently discovered that Christopher
had downloaded some porn from a site called "Big Dicked
Dudes."
"Um, I don't know, Dad," the boy answered meekly.
"I know you have been looking at some inappropriate
pictures on the internet, Christopher," Stuart said
calmly, "the computer keeps a record of the sites you
visit."
Like every savvy teenager of the cyber age, Christopher knew
this, but this time he had simply forgotten to erase
his tracks like he normally did.
"Yeah, I guess I am a little curious, Dad," the boy
admitted.
"Well, that's only natural, son. Many boys are curious
about having sex with other boys and men. Tell me, have
you had sex with anyone, a boy or a girl?"
"No, Dad."
"An older man, perhaps? Maybe one of your teachers?" He
was particularly thinking of his English teacher, Mr.
Morris, whom he had noticed tended to look at the
boys in his charge rather too intensely.
"No, Dad, no one, honest!"
Stuart was somewhat skeptical, as he remembered the
sexual hi-jinks he had been up to when he was
Christopher's age. "What about Matthew?" he asked,
referring to Christopher's best friend.
A pause followed before Christopher answered.
"Well, Matthew and I have jerked off together a few
times, but that's all, I swear."
Matthew was damn cute and who had virtually lived at
the Sloans' house the previous summer. The Sloans had a
pool, and they spent most of the summer frolicking
in it. Stuart enjoyed sitting on the deck beside the
pool watching them in their innocent yet vaguely
homoerotic play. The two made quite a stunning pair.
Matthew's dark hair contrasted nicely with
Christopher's blond locks, and each one had a rock hard
ass that could make a Greek god do a double-take.
Stuart had decided then and there to fuck one or both
of the nubile young lads if he got the chance.
It looked like Lady Luck was now dealing him some
winning cards.
"Did you touch Matthew's penis?" Stuart asked his son.
"No, Dad."
"Did he touch yours?"
"No, Dad, nothing like that happened. We just jerked
off together, talking about girls and stuff."
Stuart interrogated his son further. "Were you thinking
about the girls or looking at Matthew?"
"Um, looking at the girls, I mean thinking about them."
"Are you sure?" his father pressed him.
"I guess I was looking at him, I mean he was right
there and all. I don't know if I'm gay, Dad, I just
don't know. I like Matthew an awful lot."
Stuart's cock was throbbing in his pants as he conjured
up the image of the two horny teenagers beating
their meat together, quite probably on the same bed his
son was now sitting on.
"I know you do, Christopher. But sometimes a teenager your
age will have a crush on a friend, but it's just a
temporary phase," his father explained, "though of
course some boys do turn out to be gay."
An awkward silence hung in the room.
"Well, Christopher, there is one way to know for sure."
"What's that, Dad?" the youth asked in earnest.
As an answer, Stuart issued a command to his son. "Go
to the bathroom and get the jar of vaseline," he
ordered.
While he knew what vaseline could be used for,
Christopher did not understand his father's request.
"Why, Dad?"
"Just go get it and bring it back. Don't make me ask
you again."
The confused teen got up and went down the hall. He
returned a minute later, carrying the jar of petroleum
jelly tightly tucked under his arm. He walked into the
room and nearly dropped the jar, however, when he saw
that his father was standing there fully naked and
sporting a massive erection.
"What are you doing Dad?" he asked in disbelief.
"Well the one way to find out for sure if you're a
queer is to have you get fucked up the ass to see if
you like it. So I'm gonna help you find out."
Christopher was astonished, but his young cock hardened
in an instant.
"But you're my dad!" he protested.
"Yeah, which makes it perfect. I only want what's best
for you, and I'll be gentle and loving. I will love you
whether you turn out to be gay or not. This way you get
to find out if you're gay, and I get my rocks off. Dads
have needs too, you know."
"I don't know, Dad, it's kind of weird."
"Yeah it is, but life can be weird sometimes. Now do
you want to take your clothes off yourself, or do you
want me to rip them off of you? I'm gonna fuck you one
way or another, Christopher. It'll be easier on you if
you cooperate."
The teen noted a vaguely threatening look on his
father's face that he had never seen before. He doubted
that his dad was really motivated by a desire to help
his son discover his true sexual orientation, but he
knew that the man meant business. He nervously pulled
the t-shirt over his head and began to fumble with his
belt.
"Turn around," his father ordered, "I want to see your
ass first, and pull your pants down slowly."
Christopher blushed but complied with his father's lewd
order. He turned so his back was towards his father,
then unbuckled his belt and slowly pulled his jeans
down below his knees. He left his boxers in place.
Stuart enjoyed the sight of his son standing there with
his jeans down and his firm ass straining
against the plaid fabric of his boxers.
"Now take your shorts down, slowly."
Christopher obediently pulled down his boxers, and
Stuart whistled when he saw his boy's bare ass come in
to view.
"Now I'm going to enjoy fucking that!" he shouted
obscenely.
Christopher was still struggling to understand what was
going on.
"Are you gay, Dad?" he asked, turning his head towards
the increasingly excited man.
"No, Christopher, I'm not gay, but I do like to fuck a
tight ass. And I've been noticing your ass for
quite a while."
Stuart also wanted to see how his son was doing in the
dick department, so he ordered Christopher to turn
around. The k** did so, revealing a prick that had
grown to full staff.
"Well you just might be gay after all," he said when he
saw the erection. "You have a nice-looking cock.
You're growing up to be quite a stud."
Stuart observed Christopher's penis further. It was
rather skinny but nearly five inches long, and was a
slightly darker shade than the rest of the k**'s skin.
A thin band of pubic hair ran horizontally above its
base and a pair of balls in a hairless scrotum hung
underneath.
But this moment was not about Christopher's cock, as
pretty as it might be.
"Get on the bed, on your hands and knees," Stuart
ordered, "I'm gonna do it doggy-style, the way real
fags like it."
"But, Dad, I dunno about..."
"Get the fuck up on the bed and stick your ass out,
Christopher," the man interrupted. "Don't make me ask
you again."
Christopher shuddered and complied with the lewd order.
His father was a strong, muscular man and Christopher
did not want to incur his wrath.
"Now that's a sight for sore eyes," Stuart sighed as he
looked at the butt thrust out towards him, ready for
his taking. He opened up the jar of vaseline and dug
out a big glob of goo, which he promptly spread over
his seven-and-one-half-inch cock. He then placed his
penis against his son's sphincter and pushed into the
forbidden object of his lust. He stopped when just his
head was inside, his head swooning from the heat and
tightness of his son's virginal ass.
"Oh, Dad, it hurts! Take it out!"
"Shush, it'll hurt at first, but it'll get
better. Just hang on," was Stuart's response, who then
added "here comes some more" before pressing his
assault further.
"Owww!" Christopher screamed.
"Fuck, that's nice," Stuart grunted. Man and son were
each caught in their own worlds of pleasure and pain,
respectively. The sensations spreading over Stuart's
penis were so delightful that he could not wait any
longer, so he plunged the rest of his massive meat into
his son with one forceful thrust of his hips.
Christopher wailed, but Stuart ignored him. He wiggled
his dick from side to side inside the teens tight ass,
then began a slow in-and-out fucking rhythm. He pulled
his rod nearly all the way out of Christopher's butt,
then slid it back into his asshole. This went on for
several minutes. In, out, in, out. Gradually
Christopher's cries subsided and Stuart's pumping
increased its tempo.
"Come on Christopher, give me your ass! Give me
your tight ass!"
Christopher didn't respond to his father's latest lewd
command, he was just waiting for the reaming to end. He
didn't really like what was happening, although he
realized that it had ceased to hurt.
"Come on Christopher, shove your ass back on me, give
it to me," his father repeated, slapping his son hard
on his right ass cheek.
With his ass stung by the sudden spanking, Christopher
started to back up on his father's cock as the man
fucked him.
"Yeah, that's it. That feels so good. I'm gonna cum.
Gonna fucking cum up your ass. Your fag ass. Here it
comes, oh fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" Stuart bellowed as he
ejaculated inside his son.
Stuart collapsed on top of Christopher and father and
son lay without speaking a word for several minutes.
"So, are you a fag?" Stuart asked, breaking the
silence.
"I don't know. It hurt at first, but it stopped. But it
still didn't feel good."
"Well then, we'll have to try again tomorrow to be
sure," Stuart answered as he got up from the bed and
left the room.
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