I was 19 years old when Cindy told me she was pregnant. We had both just finished high school together and had been dating for over two years. Cindy was absolutely gorgeous, a total hottie and we were both heads over heels in love with each other. I felt so lucky to have her, as I really thought she was out of my league, and did not look at her revelation as bad news. While I loved her and planned to marry her after college, the news however was life changing for me.
Abortion was never an option for either of us. I had started my first semester at college and was floored when she called me that night with the news, but I was also happy as our bond for a lifetime together strengthened. I called my parents as soon as we hung up. They adored Cindy and they both said everything will be fine and the right thing to do was to marry her before child birth. So, it was settled, we got married immediately and we had a beautiful healthy son 7 months later, that we named Charles, after me.
My parents were pretty well off financially and readily agreed to help in any way possible to raise our son until I finished college. Cindy's parents were also very understanding about our predicament, coming on board 100%. They were delighted and offered to assist in any way possible also. They actually liked me and treated me like family from the beginning of our relationship. I think they knew I came from pretty good stock and had the potential to make a good future and take care of their daughter.
Cindy's father worked for the city in a public utilities managerial position and her mother was a teacher. They were not struggling financially by any means, but their income was nowhere near the same level as my parents. My father was a doctor, a urologist, and had a thriving practice. Between Cindy, her parents, my parents and me, our little Charles was about to be spoiled as much as possible before I finished my degree.
I came home from college almost every weekend, if I could. It was a 3 hour drive and my love for Cindy and little Charles flourished. Even though this was an unexpected turn of events in my life, I honestly embraced the situation and felt blessed to have her as my wife and to have a wonderful healthy son.
A little background about me, while in high school, I swam competitively, it was my second love behind Cindy. Not to brag, but I was pretty good. My events were the 400 meter freestyle and 800 meter freestyle. I was recruited to join a college swim team with a full scholarship and I excelled for 4 years with them. Swimming was my passion and these were some of the best years of my life.
While in college, I roomed all 4 years with a fellow swimmer. Danny and me were inseparable and did everything together. I was 5' 9"s tall, 155 pounds, lean and toned with a swimmer's build. Danny had about the same physique as me, a little bigger and we also swam the same events, so we trained together religiously. Danny had these huge hands and feet. I used to tease him about them, calling them his fish flippers, which is why he was so fast in the water. Our first year together, one night after going to a kegger, we both ended up pretty wasted and after going back to our dorm, something happened that changed me forever.
I had been having these intermittent muscle cramps in my right thigh for a few days and that night, it was cramping more than usual. Danny offered to rub my thigh and one thing progressed to another, with me getting an erection and him sucking my cock. It was absolutely awesome, honestly, better than Cindy had ever done. We were both pretty drunk and after he finished sucking my 5 ½" inch cock to completion, he asked me to reciprocate.
Still inebriated, I readily agreed and knelt submissively between his legs. When he let it free from his shorts, I was shocked. Danny was very well endowed, about 8"s long, also much thicker, but circumcised like me. I was mesmerized by how his big cock looked, it didn't seem to fit his diminutive size. The first time I saw it, I thought it was absolutely majestic, as it strained into the most perfect erection craving my curiosity and attention.
In my drunken state, I knelt in front of him while he sat on the edge of his bed. I sucked his handsome, virile cock eagerly and I swallowed most naturally, like it was second nature when he ejaculated in my mouth. I especially relished how it responded to the different things I did with my mouth, tongue and lips. I realized I had the power to control his cock and it was exhilarating. It was such a turn on to worship his beautiful cock and have the ability to make him explode.
Afterwards, the whole experience was a little awkward and I was a bit ashamed, plus feeling guilty about cheating on Cindy. Somehow, I rationalized to myself that he was a man and not another woman, so I wasn't really cheating on her as much as if it were another woman. The next morning and for several days after, the idea of sucking his cock dominated my every thought. I somehow justified it as okay and I knew that I wanted to do it again and would do it again for him anytime he asked.
Our secret relationship continued throughout college, but it changed a little. Instead of reciprocal oral like we did the first few times, our routine had progressed so that I would only suck him. I would submissively kneel in front of him most evenings before retiring, and just service him. Also, often in the mornings, I would service his cock before classes started. He no longer returned the favor and I didn't even ask him to. I was happy just to suck his cock to completion and relished the feel of it in my mouth. His cock was so powerful and manly, that it totally consumed me to the point that I just loved orally massaging that hard muscle with my mouth until I made him cum.
I became somewhat mentally dependant on servicing him, always as much as he would let me and relished doing it when I did. For the next 4 years, I must have sucked his cock several hundreds of times. As college ended, I figured that was a part of my life that was over forever. I reluctantly put this fetish in the closet and devoted all my time to Cindy and my son, who was almost 4 now.
Upon graduating with a degree in business, I landed a job with a friend of my father's as a favor to my dad. It paid a very handsome starting salary. I took my work seriously and was very devoted to it. My position in the company was upgraded several times and life seemed better than I could have imagined. Within two years of our apartment life, my parents helped me secure a loan so me and Cindy bought our first house. It was a little out of my price range, but month after month, we paid our note, adding to the principal when we could, and in just 5 quick years, we owned it.
The house had a large swimming pool that we all really enjoyed, especially me and little Charles. He took to the water like a duck and I loved swimming with him and eventually began training him for style and speed. Charles was a natural swimmer, he was really gifted and when he turned 10, he began entering some local events and excelled competitively.
Life was good, and as the years went by, my career flourished financially. We decided to build a new custom dream house on the lake to suit our tastes, with a much larger swimming pool. Upon completion, it was perfect and I was never happier in my life. Me and Charles swam almost every night after work. With him now being in high school, he soon became a standout on his swim team.
