Dad started lifting that fall and seemingly overnight his already-fit body ballooned to porn-star proportions. But he seemed unaware of how hot he’d gotten, let alone the effect it had on those around him.
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…
The high-school bully gets his comeuppance and cum up his ass.
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.
A dead night at a restaurant turns into an all-u-can-eat ass buffet.
The briefs were stretched taut to accommodate the loaves of his butt, protruding like a shelf from his arched back. This was nothing like that manipulative box photo, so eager to turn you on but not wanting to offend. This was the real deal.
“Your sister’s asleep,” he said, and took a gulp of beer. I looked down at the bulge in his drawers. It was conspicuously fat.
Seduced by his best friend’s dad.
“So, Nate, you play any sports?” he said, taking my arm and turning it over. I looked down into his lap — I could still see through those fucking pants, and his bulge was clearly visible, full of promise, packed into those tight bikinis.