My wife and I bought a cake for my son Aaron the night he came out to us. We were proud that he was confident enough to own his identity, so we celebrated. But when he told me, at age sixteen and a half, that he wanted to have sex with me…well, there was no cake, and no celebration.
When life’s pressures bear down, where’s a young man to turn for some relief? No one ever said raising a son was easy…
Coach tries out an unusual team-building exercise.
College weightlifting bros ditch the protein shakes and bulk up on sperm.
The wife’s out of the town and the pizza guy is on his way.
Dad takes his boy into the barn to teach him some of the finer pleasures in life.
The problem with Dad is that he’s so good at hiding it. When Mom’s around, Dad never gives his son a nod or a wink or any indication of anything. Even when his boy prances around in his little blue shorts, Dad never lets on that he’s got a boner growing inside his pants.
“I’m taking you into the bedroom,” he said in my ear. “I’m gonna strip you down, lick every inch of you, and make you cum like you never have before.”
“Hey Dad,” I said. “How horny are you, like, on a scale of one to ten?” Dad smirked.
“Why’s that?”
“This is gonna sound nuts…”
Just after the final bell rang and we’d all scuttled into our seats Mr. Christianson shut and locked the classroom door. That was strange.