I drove home exhausted from the sexual intensity and violation of the day. My clothes, skin and taste buds were sticky and reeking from our commingled ejaculate, juices and raw funk. But I was hard and loving it. As I pulled into my driveway, dad was washing his Beamer. I didn't want to stop to talk; I was afraid he'd smell the scent of another man all over me. As I held the emergency brake, I thought of Robert's hard cock in my hand. I thought of how I had taken this stud's manhood into my mouth. My tool stirred in remembrance of the day, and as I stepped out of the car my dad was waving to me with his movie star smile.
I really love my dad. Always have admired him, always will. In a lot of ways he reminds me of Robert. He's very handsome and his body is well-developed, not bulky or overly muscular, just manly and taut. I always figured my dad had a big cock because there was always a healthy extrusion in his pants, no matter what type of pants he'd wear. He was wearing khakis today, which usually accentuated his manhood. He was squatting down to dip the sponge in the soapy water when I caught a glimpse of his healthy mound. I wondered exactly what his cock looked like and if he'd ever had a gay thought in his life. I wondered why his and most every other cock I'd looked at hung to the man's right.
I love him so much, as most sons would, but the thought of him finding out I was gay really scared me. I don't think I could live if my dad rejected me. "Whatdya say there Mike?"
"Hi Dad."
"That Marine seems to be working you to death. You look a little under the weather."
"Oh, it's not that bad, but today I'm kinda tired. Listen, is Mom cooking dinner tonight? I'm starved."
"Yes sir. It'll be ready in half hour. Hey Mike, my associate Bill Levilio has this knockout of a daughter. She came to the office today. She's home from her first year at Vassar. Would you like to meet her?"
I was accustomed to just about everybody trying to fix me up, but this was kind of unexpected from Dad. I sensed, with dread, that he too was picking up on my taste for a man's cock, for his ass. "Oh, um, I'm...sure, sometime."
"Listen Mike, the years are going to go by very quickly. I don't want you wasting your summers. You know I don't really poke into your affairs but I think you need to, you know, get out more." His tone was a little too concerned at this point. I was convinced then he definitely thought there was something wrong, something queer with me! I wondered if he had heard any gossip about my brawl at McBirdy's or the reason I wasn't guarding at the lake this summer.
Was he suggesting to me he was afraid I was gay, or was he just afraid I was being too anti-social? Damn, why don't I just fess up and tell him already. Why don't I just say the truth, "No dad, I'm not going to date her because I'm not into snatch. As a matter of fact, you want to know how I spent the day? I ate out the ass and crotch and cock of a STUDLY United States Marine! And you know what? I loved it! I loved having my tongue up his ass. I loved swallowing his semen and gagging on his meat. I loved smelling his balls and licking the entire crack of his ass! I loved sucking on his asshole and tasting beads of salty sweat. I loved having him slap my face with his meat and shove it through my lips and pull my head down onto him.
"And tomorrow I'm planning on taking his cock up my ass! I'm planning on getting on all fours and having my boss, this crazy, sexy Marine stud, get behind me and shove his hard, 8 inch, throbbing cock straight up my ass. I want him to fuck me like a bitch! That's right dad. I want to be moaning and writhing with pleasure as this uber stud, more man than I've ever imagined, takes my body and uses it for his pent-up, sexual pleasure. I want to please him dad. I want to smell him, taste him, touch him and give my soul to him. So please stop with this bullshit about insisting I take out your associate's daughter, just so you can look good at the office and I can look good at the lake. I don't CARE about that posturing, Hallmark-postcard-life-bullshit dad. I want real fulfillment. I want Robert Andrews to take my ass and bust my cherry. I want Robert Andrews to shove his cock down my thoat and cum! So lay OFF of me once and for ALL!"
"I do alright, dad," I countered. "But thanks, I'll um, give her a call sometime."
"Okay buddy, I just want you to enjoy life."
"I am dad, believe me, this is a good summer already. Okay, I gotta wash up for dinner."
Showering was an erotic excursion, as it had been ever since I first lay eyes on Robert. I lubed up my ass with as much hair conditioner as would fit in my hand. Then it was time to take the bottle of shampoo into my muscular, tight, athletic ass. It was a thick bottle so I had to ease it in. With a circular motion I could get it to penetrate. Trying to go straight in just hurt like hell. But as I did the circular bit with it, it felt good and the bottle started to slide in.
I didn't realize how sensitive and what a turn on my own ass could be! Once I got the bottle in about two inches, I stopped. It hurt too much to continue so I just pumped gently in and out. I moaned with pain and pleasure, and, as I'd done a zillion times that summer, I played with my well-endowed, envy-of-the-locker-room-monster while envisioning Robert fucking me senseless. The hot water from the shower enveloping my tight, baseball player physique became Robert's ejaculate. That vision caused me to spunk violently; my explosion knocked over a nearly empty bottle of Herbal Essence conditioner. My drip splattered the tiles as my thoughts fixated on Robert's menacing meat. "What would tomorrow be like?"
At dinner, the conversation was about my oldest brother Mark's accomplishments in law school. He had won an award for best trial attorney and my parents were very excited to share this news. But their enthusiasm seemed to foretell something else. Nobody could be that excited over one award.
"Boys," my mother beamed. It was my 17 year old brother Tommy and my 15 year old brother Jason and me listening. "Your brother Mark and Wendy are engaged!"
"Wow, that's great," I luke-warmly offered. before silently mouthing "asshole." I was getting tired of Mark always being the center of attention. Why is he the golden boy? Because he fucks pussy? I'm sick of the unfairness of it all. I'm way better at sports than he is, I'm better looking, have a much better body, and I'm even smarter. But my dad seems to cream in his pants over everything Mark does. Mark this, Mark that. What about ME? Ever since I stopped pitching no-hitters, and ever since I've not been seen in the company of any steady girl my dad has decided Mark is the favorite son.
"Awesome!" Jason, enthusiastically, answered.
Tommy's input was a bit more irreverent than mine: "She knocked up?"
My mom admonished him: "Oh Tommy, that's horrible!"
"No, weddings are horrible," I thought. I never liked them. I always had to find a date and they just made me uncomfortable all around. I guess the part about having to catch the garter belt, "All single men onto the dance floor," that type of shit. It just seemed pointless and discomforting. No wonder they usually had open bars. People needed them to escape from these bizarre carnival rituals. Oh well, I've gotten through lots of friends' and cousins' weddings. I'll get through this one, too.
I thought of Derek's brother's upcoming wedding. I'm definitely not honoring my R.S.V.P. after the fight at McBirdy's. I still feel ashamed, but at the same time I want to say to them, "You're RIGHT. I DO like cock! Yes, Derek, I HAVE checked out your package a thousand times over the years and beat my meat dreaming about you sitting on my face. And when I slept over one weekend in the 8th grade, I ejaculated in your bathroom while I had a pair of your worn underwear sitting on my face. That's right man. I was smelling your used underwear, and getting off on the aroma of your testes. I came hard that night, Derek, REAL hard, as I sucked the sweat out of your underwear and shot upwards onto your Mom's new hand towels. And Derek, guess what, I'm currently blowing a studly Marine, handsomer and more man than you'll ever be. I was on my knees today as a matter of fact, submitting to him, placing my tongue inside his ass and swallowing his semen. And I LOVED it."
"Earth to Mike, earth to Mike," my dad brought me back.
"Sometime next year will be the big day," my mom continued. "The exact date isn't set, well, he only gave Wendy the ring last night."
