All characters are over 18.
Authors note: Part one is told from Dad's perspective.
I had just recently turned 40. My son Jack had just turned 18. When I was 22 years old, I got my "girlfriend" pregnant. I was gay and hiding from myself. So, I pretended to be straight and dated Dawn. Next thing I knew she was pregnant.
The best thing that I ever did was to convince her to carry the baby to full-term. She had no interest in having a baby and really didn't even want to be pregnant because it might interfere with her career. But I was able to convince her to carry the baby to term. The deal was that she would carry the baby to term and then I would take our son or daughter and raise them by myself.
She had no interest in being a part of our child's life. I didn't really care so long as I had my child. So we struck a bargain.To her credit, she was as good as as her word. She has never been a part of Jack's life, which has been hard on him at times. I've done my best to be both father and mother to him.
Jack was born a beautiful baby boy. I have loved and cherished him all of his life. I've been there for all of his firsts. I was the one to potty train him. I was the one to teach him how to ride a bike. I was the one to teach him how to drive. I was there for all the good times and the bad times, for all the easy times and all the hard times.
To say that I love Jack unconditionally is an understatement. I love him more than anything else in the world. I would do anything for him and I think that he knows that.
Jack has grown from a beautiful baby boy to a beautiful young man. He's average height with a swimmer's build from being on the high school swim team for years. I've long suspected that he's also gay. He never seemed interested in girls and was always hanging out with his friends and team mates. He's never been in a relationship, that I know of. He seems to prefer casual relationships.
Since graduating high school, he's grown his hair out which I really like on him. It looks good. Everything about him looks good. I have to admit that if I were his age, I would totally be into him. I've often found myself thinking about him in inappropriate ways.
The fact that I've raised him to be a good, responsible, caring young man also adds to the attraction. I've never acted on my feelings. But sometimes it's very hard to contain myself. Jack is also a very affectionate person. We hug a lot. It's not uncommon for us to cuddle up on the couch if we're watching TV or a movie together.
We've never stopped kissing on the cheek and sometimes on the lips. Most kids get uncomfortable or grow out of it. Not Jack. It might sound a little weird, but that's just how we've always been. We've always been very close and affectionate towards one another.
I've taught Jack that it's important to tell the people how much you care about them. So Jack is frequently telling me that he loves me and I frequently tell him that I love him. Lately he's been calling me daddy. He hasn't done that since he was very young, I have to say it's kind of a turn on.
I see both my best and his mother's best features in him. I'm a little taller than average height and have stayed pretty much in shape. I'm not sure how to categorize myself these days. I don't fall neatly into gay categories and it's been a millennia since I went on a date. I guess that I'm just a daddy. Raising Jack has been a more than full time job, given that I'm a single parent. So, I'm left to take matters into my own hands, which translates to porn and jerking off, trying not to get caught by my son, who still lives at home.
About six months after Jack's 18th birthday he got into a serious car accident. One of his friends was driving too fast in the rain and lost control. Fortunately, no one was seriously hurt but it was one of the worst moments of my life wondering if he'd be OK. He was in the hospital for a little while and ended up having both arms put in casts. He was immobilized from knuckles to above his elbows, which rendered him pretty helpless.
After they released him from the hospital, I brought him home. I helped him out of the car and sat him down at the kitchen table. I made his favorite meal for dinner. He's always loved my spaghetti carbonara. It was interesting helping him eat the carbonara. He kind of got it all over his face but I could tell he really enjoyed it, especially after all of that hospital food.
