*Revised this slightly from the first posting*
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For the past five years, my Dad and I have been on our own. When my Mom died in a car accident when I was thirteen she seemed to take all the great things about our family with her. I remember the fun my Dad and I used to have together. We were always talking, laughing, and going to baseball games together. It's because of him that got into the sport. He cherished it so much and I wanted to excel at something he loved. I wanted to make him proud. These last couple of seasons it seems I've just used playing to get my mind off things at home. And now that my last was over all I had left to do was concentrate on graduating.
I may be John senior's name sake but I'm pretty much a male version of my Mom. She's Cuban but had been in the US since she was a baby. I inherited her darker skin tone, jet black wavy hair and full lips. Hell I even got her perfect teeth. My Dad gave me his eyes though. Deep ocean blue. I guess I'm okay looking. I mean I never really gave it much thought until my friends would tell me how many girls, and even guys, kept staring at me. 'It's the eyes dude...you're like a magnet', they'd say.
I'm pretty much built like my Dad. We're the exact same height at six two. When I was a kid I used to tell him all the time how I'd pass him up. Secretly I'm still hoping. We're both in great shape. Me from sports and I suppose being 18 doesn't hurt. And my dad has just always been active. He doesn't do all the outdoor stuff he used but he still hits the gym on a regular. Maybe he uses his gym time to get away from home too. He doesn't seem to want to be there any more than I do. Hell it's been five years you'd think he'd be mended by now.
I watched my Dad go from this incredibly strong man to just a shell of the person I've always looked up to. I knew he'd been in so much pain living without Mom. I missed her too but somehow the support I got from our family and my friends helped me a lot. My Dad just kept fading. He put on enough of a front with others so they wouldn't coddle him. But when everyone else was gone, so was he.
That's why I did everything I could to be the best son I could be. I wanted to make him happy. To help him get through the grief. I took care of the house, kept my grades up and stayed out of trouble. I didn't even date seriously. I only hooked up with enough girls to appease my dick. I didn't need the drama. I had too much going on at home. Things were so tense with us. Dad barely spoke to me as it was. And when he did he sounded like he was annoyed at everything I did. You'd think I would make me hate the man after all these years. But like I said, I knew he was in pain. I figured eventually he would come around. I couldn't help but love him more. I knew the man I used to know was in there...somewhere.
"Yo JJ where you at man?" my friend Mark said, knocking me out of my thoughts. I hadn't even realized class was over.
"Sorry man, I just zoned out for a bit. What's up?" I asked while packing my books.
"Most of the seniors are going over to Sully's place. You coming?" Mark said, following me out the door.
Our principle had given the honors seniors a surprise half day as a reward for our good work for the year. So about fifty of the seventy-eight graduating seniors got out by lunch time. Sully's parents were loaded so he threw together an impromptu party at their ranch. I thought about it for like half a second before answering, "No dude I need to head home. I got a ton of stuff that I need to get done for my Dad."
"Why am I not surprised. You know there's more to life than things you need to do for your Dad. You haven't even done shit social your whole senior year. And baseball games definitely don't count," Mark said sounding a bit pissed.
"I know. I know. I just...there's just a lot going on that you just wouldn't understand. I need to be there for him," I said almost shamefully. Mark and I said our good-byes in the student parking lot and I headed for my house. I figured I'd be able to finish the yard and start on the junk in the garage by the time my Dad got home from work.
I was really surprised when I found Dad's car in the driveway as I pulled in. I got a little worried since I've never known him to come home this early. I went in through the kitchen and expected to see him sitting in the family room watching TV, but he was nowhere in sight. I put my stuff on the table and headed upstairs to check on him.
I was about to call his name but half way up the stairs I heard grunting noises coming from his bedroom. I thought he may be hurt at first, but then the noises became more familiar. They were definitely sexual. Dad's got a woman in his room? I didn't hear any other voices, so I couldn't be sure. I tip-toed the rest of the way up the stairs, pausing at the top to make sure he didn't hear me. His door was ajar and I gently walked up to his door way.
I honestly don't even know why I stood there or why I peeked in. I was just kind of trippin off the fact that my Dad was hooking up. I felt a bit like a dick for snooping, but I had to know who was in there with him.
The way his bed was situated I could only see it through the reflection in the large mirror on the dresser. I checked the reflection and I didn't see myself, so I hoped I was safe from getting busted. I saw my father lying naked on his back, alone, his hands furiously stroking his cock. I recoiled when I realized he was just jacking off. I felt bad for spying on such a private moment yet strangely relieved that he wasn't with some random chick.
I turned and was about to sneak back downstairs when I could've sworn I heard him call out my name. I froze. Am I busted? Did he hear me or see me?
"Oh God JJ," came again in a breathless whisper. I just stood there for a moment. Listening. More moans, more grunts. Then, "Oooh yess JJ fuck me," my dad bellowed.
