The last few months of high school passed in the blink of an eye. I'd been pushing myself super hard in swim practice and it all paid off in the end - I'd been offered a scholarship to join the swim team at Cleveland State University. It was bittersweet though. I'd dreamt of going to college for as long as I could remember - getting away from this small town and being free to explore who I was in a way I never could here in Jasper - and yet I hated the idea of leaving Dad alone here. It was almost as if I was abandoning him. Sometimes I wished he had a girlfriend or at least someone he could spend his evenings and weekends with, so I didn't feel like I was leaving him to be lonely.
Our relationship over the past several months had been better than at any time I could really remember in my childhood. We both felt more at ease in each other's company, without any need to force conversation - silences were easy between us now. We were also much freer to touch one another in the normal intimate way between father and son, he wouldn't hesitate to grab my waist and pull me here or there to show me a new exercise when we were working out. He had taken to spending his days at home in only his boxer shorts - much to my enjoyment. We would even occasionally lay up against one another on the couch if there was a good movie on, enjoying the tenderness of feeling our warm bodies slouched down side by side.
Then of course there was that other activity we did together.
I couldn't have even tried to guess the number of times I'd sat in front of the glory hole in my closet sucking his magnificent cock by the time it came round to packing my stuff up for college. It wasn't every single night, but it was pretty damn close. I had laid down pillows on my side for comfort and - as we had grown accustomed to this ritual - I would take my time to really enjoy it and try different techniques to give him as much pleasure and the most intense orgasms I could. I longed to taste his load each night before I went off to sleep, and I no longer made any pretence to be reluctant, often waiting by the glory hole and knocking as soon as he stepped into his bedroom at night. I had really honed my skills, able to do all kinds of tricks with my tongue and lips to bring him over the edge. The only thing that eluded me was truly swallowing his entire meat; it was simply too girthy for my mouth and throat to handle, but I certainly had fun trying. The size of his junk still awed me each time he pulled back the material and I set my eyes on his fat shaft and beautiful pink tip anew. He dick swelled almost immediately to a hard, full erection every time. He was really something to behold.
On the odd occasion I didn't hear him come to bed, he would knock for me; calling me to come and take my place at this hidden altar in my closet, where I kneeled down happily to worship. A handful of times, I even woke on the weekend to that familiar knocking, dragging myself out of bed to the closet where I was treated to a particularly heavy and thick load of my father's warm cum before wandering - still half-asleep - down to the kitchen for breakfast. As we sat face to face with one another less than 10 minutes later eating our eggs - the taste of his jizz still fresh at the back of my throat and on my breath - neither of us ever made any mention at all of what we had just done. In fact in the months since he had installed the glory hole not even the slightest hint of this ever crossed either of our lips. But why should it have? We were both getting what we wanted and talking could only complicate things unnecessarily. As long as we didn't acknowledge it, we were doing nothing wrong.
The morning of my departure, I knocked eagerly on the wall, then dedicated myself to the longest and most thorough cock sucking session I had ever given my father at the glory hole. I truly worshipped his magnificent genitals, every square inch of his ballsack, and from the base to the very tip of his fat, 10-inch schlong. I was determined to praise this man and give him a gift to remember. He rewarded me with several long strands of his thickest and sweetest jizz. Dropping me off later at the train station, we barely exchanged any words, but he embraced me, squeezing me closely to his firm muscular torso, and thanked me before waving me off as I walked off into the station. I was sad to leave, but I had also begun to have a nagging feeling that we both needed this. It was time for me to go and discover who I was - and with me out of the picture - he could finally set about finding himself a wife.
***
I met Luiz the first week of class, and it was just blind luck that we were sitting beside each other. I didn't realise until later that week when I went along for our first swim practice that he was on the team too. We became pretty much attached at the hip from then on. He was the first hispanic guy I really knew and the first guy I'd met who was so open and free with his sexuality. I could never have dared to be like that back in Jasper - but with Luiz I began to feel like I could be as open as I wanted and it was liberating. It wasn't long before we were not only spending our days together but our nights as well. I was nervous the first time, inviting him over to watch a movie but there was no denying the sexual tension that had been building between us. Sexually it felt great to be able to explore both oral and anal sex with someone who I was truly close friends with. He had a nice cut cock, which was a beautiful matt caramel color, but truth be told it was no match for what I'd gotten accustomed to sucking at home.
It wasn't long before I was infatuated with him. We were barely 6 weeks into our relationship and I already felt the overwhelming urge to tell him 'I love you!' - I was wise enough to hold it in though. Luiz was not close with his family, so in early November he suggested we book a winter cabin in Wayne National Forest just outside Columbus for Christmas. He wanted it to be just the two of us, rustic and peaceful. He had already found his ideal cabin on MisterBnB run by an older gay couple.
'It's the perfect place - look!' he said, showing me the pictures of a cute and quaint, little wooden cabin.
I could never leave Dad alone on Christmas and so we agreed to do it over New Years' instead and, in a moment of excitement, I invited Luiz to spend Christmas with me and Dad. Only later on did the anxiety hit me - am I going to have to introduce him as my boyfriend? I thought to myself nervously.
Dad and I had been chatting regularly by phone. He checked in on me every Saturday morning, making sure I was keeping up my workout routine. I'd be the only person in our dorm's workout room at that time. He'd set up this phone beside his workout bench in the garage and we would catch up on video-chat. I watched as he did his sets, and I could stare shamelessly and - without him knowing - at his sweat glistening muscles and the obscene bulge in his shots. He knew I'd been spending a lot of time with Luiz, but I hadn't had the courage to reveal everything to him.
'Hey, I hope you don't mind, I invited Luiz to spend Christmas with us,' I said, hearing my voice breaking slightly I began to get nervous for what I had to say next. 'Then we're heading up to the National Park for a few nights afterwards.'
'Sounds good buddy,' he said, as he began some bicep curls.
'Yeah, we're pretty close...actually... he's errr...I mean...we're kind of together actually...' I managed to stutter. Dad looked up at the camera and didn't react for a moment. I sensed his hesitation.
'That's great, buddy. Glad to hear you're happy up there,' he said with a short smile.
I felt relieved that it was done and out of the way, but I didn't want to stay on the call with him after that. I made my excuses and we said goodbye until next time.
***
There had been a snow storm there the day before we arrived down on the train, so when Dad collected us from the station, he was well wrapped up and I didn't really get a chance to make introductions until we were back at the house. When finally we did drop our bags down and were standing around the coffee table in the sitting room, I made the introductions.
'Dad - this is Luiz...anyway I've told you about him..', I said nervously, ' Luiz, this is my Dad - Mac.'
'Nice to finally meet you' Luiz smiled, as he performed a sort of camp curtsy. I knew him well enough to know he was over-doing it for comedic value, but still it made me blush and feel a little embarrassed.
