My Son Is Gay by Hankster

My Son Is Gay
by: Hankster

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My son is gay. He came out to me just after his fourteenth birthday. He was shaking like a leaf when he told me, so I wrapped myself around his runty body and comforted him as best I could. He was very relieved that I took it so well. When he stopped crying I told him how brave he was, and I took him out to his favorite restaurant to celebrate his courage. He had a great hamburger at Wendy’s and I had one of their tasty salads.

I am big and brawny. I played football in high school and college. After I graduated, I started my own construction company, and my good looks got me far, but I also hope my abilities had more to do with my success than with my physical attributes.

Sonny (AKA Sean) wasn’t so lucky. During his first two years of high school, he was constantly bullied and called faggot. My brave son endured this torture and never told me about it. The moodiness and depression, which he suffered as a result, seemed normal to me in a pre adolescent, and then in a full blown teen ager. I also chalked it up to his being “different.”

But when I noticed a cut on his lip one day, and the shirt he was wearing was bloody, I asked him point blank what was going on. He confessed to me the torture he was enduring, and I vowed to put a stop to it, but in a way that his tormentors would not expect. Twice a week I left my work early and took Sonny to my gym. I got him a personal trainer and a boxing instructor.

Little by little Sonny began to change. His muscles began to bulge and he had a sudden growth spurt. I am six feet tall and before I knew what had happened, Sonny was two inches taller. Unfortunately his tormentors were growing also, and his torture continued. On the first day of his senior high school year, the tables were turned.

Sonny had been working out and taking boxing lessons for almost a year. As he left the campus that day, he was beset by three of his tormentors. He dropped his books, looked them in the eye and they froze. His glare was a steel blade burning through their eyes. With three quick jabs, each of his tormentors was knocked to the ground. Two of them were out cold. The other tried to get up and Sonny helped him.

“Are you OK Len?” he asked. The kid nodded and started to run away, but Sonny held him tight and extended his hand as if to shake the other’s. The boy was so amazed, he shook Sonny’s hand and muttered, “I’m sorry man. It will never happen again.”

“Please help me with these guys,” Sonny said. Len and Sonny helped the other two boys up and they came around. They were too stunned to move, and they were afraid that if they ran Sonny would floor them again, so they just stood there.

“Look,” Sonny said, “I don’t want any trouble. I just want you to leave me alone. Three years of this shit is growing kind of weary, don’t you think?” The three boys nodded and muttered something unintelligible. Then they became speechless, not knowing what to do.

Sonny broke the ice. “What say we all go down to Ernie’s Diner for a soda or malt? We’ll call it a truce.” The others smiled and agreed, and Sonny had made his first friends in high school. He also tried out for the wrestling team, and made the cut. All this happened in his last year.

Len was the friendliest of the three. He seemed to want to make up for his prior abuse. He called Sonny often, they buddied around together, and he spent a lot of time hanging out at our place. Sonny told me this story.

One day Len and he were alone in our house. For no reason, and totally out of the blue, Len began to cry. Sonny put his arm around him and asked what the matter was. Len confided to Sonny that the bullying was all an act on his part. He was, in fact, gay, and bullying Sonny diverted attention from him. He begged Sonny to forgive him. Then he went even further. He told Sonny that he was crazy in love with him, and the thought of going to different colleges next year was devastating him.

Sonny thanked him for his honesty, and assured him that he had long since forgiven him. He resisted any love making with Len, however. He told Len that he was a virgin, and wanted to keep it that way until Mr. Right came along. He assured Len that he was willing to continue seeing him and let nature take its course. Whatever was meant to be, would be. Len was relieved and happy, and willing to accept Sonny’s conditions.

So that’s how Sonny went from a nerdy faggot to a high school athletic hero. He was no longer abused, even though everyone knew he was gay. He transformed into a happy, well liked high school student.

So now you know all about Sonny, and I’d like to tell you something about me. Well, not something, everything.

You already know that I was an athlete in high school and college. I was very popular, and in college I dated one of the cheerleaders of the football team. She wanted sex often and I was pleased to oblige. We got careless one night and Sonny was conceived.

We were able to complete college thanks to our parents, who took care of Sonny while we pursued our careers. We never actually married, but Sonny was given my surname. Things improved once my construction company got going and Rose Ann got a good job as a graphic artist. Our parents continued to help raise Sonny with us.

One day Rosie announced that she was going to Paris to study art for a year. Before any of us could digest what she said, I was seeing her off at the airport. She had a layover in New York and decided to take an extra two days in the Big Apple to explore this wondrous city. The first night there witnesses say she was making out with a young male patron at some bar. Security tapes confirm this. She was seen in the tapes leaving the bar with the young man. She never boarded the flight to Paris and she was never to be seen or heard from again. The man was not known to anyone the police questioned, and Rosie was presumed dead. The man was never identified or found.

When Rosie disappeared, her parents were so devastated they moved to Los Angeles for a change of scenery. This left my parents and me to raise Sonny. I devoted my life to keeping my business and my son as healthy as possible. I showered all my love on both of them. I had no room for a love life of my own.

When Sonny came out to me, I could care less. I loved him so much, all I cared about was that he should be happy. I held him as tight as I could, hoping to reassure him that it didn’t matter. I had never held him quite so tightly. Something shocking happened to me as I held my son. I gently released my hold on him. You see, I had started to get an erection. In fact, I had to run to the bathroom and take care of it before Sonny could notice.

Something had come over me, something I could not explain, and something I believed to be very terrible. I began to see Sonny as an object of sexual desire. I began to masturbate regularly while wondering what it would be like to have sex with my own son. I wondered if he was having sex with some other boy and I screwed up the courage to ask him. He assured me that he was waiting for the right guy and the right moment. I was relieved. That was strange. I should have wanted a son of mine to experience the joys of sex.

I knew he masturbated. I heard his grunts and groans in the bathroom, and occasionally I saw the evidence on his bed sheets. I tried not to jump to conclusions. It could be wet dreams, but I knew that every boy his age whacked off. The only thing I didn’t know was what he fantasized while he engaged in pleasuring himself.

We had always been modest with each other. I never saw Sonny naked past his tenth birthday and I made sure that he didn’t see me either. Now I grew bolder. I started walking naked to and from my bedroom to the bathroom. I was hoping that would encourage Sonny to do likewise. It didn’t, but when he saw me, I know he tried discreetly to check me out. I made it obvious to him that I slept nude, but he continued to wear his jockey shorts at night. I couldn’t seem to entice him into showing himself to me.

All that changed when I started taking him to the gym and giving him boxing lessons. I worked out also and afterwards we showered together. At first Sonny was shy, but I wasn’t, and after a short time he got more comfortable with the situation and at last I saw the prize I sought.

Sonny was exactly my size. Five inches of flaccid, thick, cut cock. I could only wonder how big he was when he was erect. I assumed that he was as big as I. Each time I saw him, I yearned more to touch his cock and to stroke it. I was reviled at my desires. I had never before had a homosexual urge, and certainly not with my own son.

When we were alone in the house I tried to steer the conversation to sex. I got so bold as to tell him that I didn’t consider it natural for him to still be a virgin and I let him know that I would approve if he brought a buddy home and they disappeared into his bedroom. His response was that he had never seen me date a woman, and I seemed to be fine with it, and so he was too. What could I say to that?

I wanted to hold him against my body, but he was maturing and growing into manhood. There was no way that could happen. Finally I formulated a plan. I asked him if he would like to go on a camping trip with me during spring break. I could have jumped for joy when I got an enthusiastic yes from him. I researched the internet and chose a very remote and secluded campground in central Florida. I went to a sporting good store and outfitted us completely with the help of a young sales person. He even advised me how to pitch our tent.

When our trip was less than a week away, I was just drifting off to sleep when I heard a noise in the hallway. I got up and opened my door a bit. Sonny was walking to the bathroom and he was totally naked. It was a first and I didn’t know what to make of it. I crept silently to bed.

With some difficulty we pitched our tent in the most remote spot I could find in the campground. Although it was mid March, the Florida air was stifling. I was pleased to realize that our sleeping bags would be too hot for us to use. The thought of sleeping naked or near naked next to my son titillated me. I had stopped being reviled at my incestuous thoughts months ago. All I wanted now was to stroke his cock and bring him to a mind blowing conclusion. I had begun to desire other things also, but even now I dare not put it down in writing.

When we were satisfied with the worthiness of our tent, we made a campfire and cooked some canned soups for dinner. The fire added to the heated air and we stripped down to our jockeys. We both kept taking quick looks at our packages. I tried not to make anything out of that. It’s what all men do, and Sonny was almost eighteen, almost a man. We sat around the fire, chewing the breeze like old friends, until the fire died out. Sonny covered the ashes with dirt and we went into the tent. Once inside we secured the flap to keep insects out.

We lay down side by side on top of the sleeping bags. Our arms and legs were touching and neither of us made a move. I couldn’t seem to get comfortable, and from the way Sonny was fidgeting, I assumed he was in some distress also.

“It’s the underwear,” I finally said. “I’m used to sleeping nude so don’t mind me.” I took off my shorts in one quick motion, and settled back.

“That’s what’s bothering me too,” Sonny said, and he removed his shorts just as quickly as I had done. We were lying side by side on our backs, our bodies still touching.

“This is nice,” Sonny said. “I feel so close to you now.”

I turned to look at him as my cock started to rise to new heights. Sonny was looking at me and smiling. I’m not sure how it happened, but our lips were centimeters apart and we kissed very lightly, like two feathers brushing up against each other.

“Dad, I want to ask you something,” Sonny said.

“Sure. Shoot,” I told him.

“Is there something wrong with you physically?” he asked with more than a little concern. I started to laugh.

“No son, what makes you think so?”

“Mom has been gone for nearly sixteen years, and I have never known you to date another woman. Either you loved her abnormally, or there is something physically wrong with you.”

“That’s a fair question, Sonny,” I answered him. “I have no love left over for anyone else from the love I feel for you. I satisfy my body by jerking off often. I know you do it too, and it’s fine. It’s healthy for both of us. Just to prove that I am healthy, take a look at this.” I pointed to my erect, throbbing cock. I waited for a reaction.

“At last I get to see you erect,” Sonny said. “Now I can compare. He wrapped his hand around my cock for just an instant and then he wrapped it around his cock. “Just about the same,” he declared. “I guess I’m all grown now.”

We were both silent for a long while and then Sonny said, “I’m sorry about that Dad. I just didn’t think.”

“Don’t be sorry,” I said, “but now you’ve got me so horny, I’m going to have to relieve myself.”

“Go ahead,” he said. “In fact, I’m going to join you.” He started to whack off and I joined him. As we came closer to our orgasms, we turned to each other and again kissed, but now our kissing was more urgent, more passionate. Something came over me. I pushed Sonny’s hand away and took over stroking him. I could feel his balls constricting and I leaned over him. I took his cock into my mouth and sucked him to conclusion. I had often tasted my own cum, but Sonny’s was sweeter, younger. I grew light headed.

When I came up for air, I yelled. “Forgive me Sonny. I don’t know what came over me. I know you wanted to wait until the right guy came along. I never should have done what I did.”

“Dad,” he said. There is nothing to apologize for. You are the right guy. I never thought this could ever happen. I wanted it badly, but I was so afraid. I have always loved you like a father, but on the night I came out, I felt your hard on against me and I knew that I wanted to be your lover. What miracle brought you to the same conclusion?”

“I don’t know. I think it started about the same time. Sonny, I don’t want you to throw your life away on me. I want you to go to college, and find a young man to love.”

“No way! You are what I want. You’re not quite nineteen years older than I am. I know gay couples with a greater span in age. Besides, I don’t want to go to college. I want to work with you in the business. You have taught me so much, and all those summers I worked for you, I loved the work. We don’t have to be separated by something I don’t really want. We don’t have to spend all those bucks either. Be my lover Dad. I want you so much.”

Before I could answer, Sonny was down on me. He was giving me an expert blow job, even though he swore it was his first time. I came gushing down his throat and he swallowed every drop as I had done. We lay quietly for awhile, running our hands over our bodies, getting familiar with our selves.

“Dad,” Sonny whispered in my ear. “I want us to fuck each other. I brought lube in my knapsack.”

“Why you scoundrel,” I laughed. “You planned this, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” he answered. “Didn’t you?”

I answered his question by kissing him passionately. “I’d love for us to fuck each other, but I am older than you and I need a little recovery time. Let’s get some shut eye and resume this miracle in the morning.”

We did wait until morning, sort of. At about 2 AM, I felt Sonny caressing my cock. I awoke fully and told him how good it felt. Suddenly I felt him applying a gooey substance to my cock, which was growing harder by the second.

“I’m greasing myself now, Dad,” he said. “Please don’t think too hard about it. Just do it. Just fuck me.”

He knew that I might have second thoughts and he was urging me on. I rolled over on top of him and discovered that he had placed something below his buttocks. That made it easy for me to place my cockhead against his crack. I started my entry. Sonny told me later that it hurt like hell at first, but he never let on. He just kept urging me to go deeper and deeper. When I was all the way in I hesitated, and then Sonny whispered, “Fuck me now Dad.”

Apparently all his pain was gone by now, because when I started my love dance, we both began whimpering in pleasure. The love I felt while I was fucking my own son was beyond anything I can describe. We were one body, one spirit, one soul. I began to cry from the joy of it. I suddenly felt Sonny constricting his ass muscles, and I shot deep inside of him before I could even dare to try to stop myself. Sonny had cum also. I had been massaging his prostate with my cock. He described the erotic sensation of cumming without actually being touched. I wanted so much to experience what he was describing to me, but now it was his turn to require recovery time. We fell asleep again kissing madly and wrapped up in each other’s arms.

The dawn woke us both up, and not caring one iota for morning breath, we resumed kissing and we prepared our bodies for Sonny to fuck me. At that point in our relationship, we did not think about using rimming in preparation for fucking. That was to come later. Over the next few weeks we perfected our love making in an effort to increase the pleasure we gave each other, but for now I was anticipating being fucked for the first time, with fear and also with lust.

As my son entered me, I felt the stabbing, burning pain just as he had, but I was just as brave about it and urged him on. When he entered me fully, the pain subsided and I felt only pleasure. When Sonny began to stroke, he hit that erogenous spot and I thought I would pass out from too much pleasure. I didn’t quite cum, but I was close and in future encounters, I came often this way. It is so strange to cum without being touched.

After that we only left the tent to eat and to do our bodily functions. Our weekend trip came to a close all too quickly. When we got home, Sonny kept his stuff in his room for appearance sake (my parents visited often) but we slept together in my bed, which once I had shared with his mother. I was still young enough at 37 to keep up with my 17 ½ year old son. We had more sex than I dreamed I was capable of. I concluded that my son was keeping me young and that I was helping him to mature. Wherever we went, we told people that we were brothers. In gay bars and restaurants we passed as lovers. Not one eyebrow was raised. Once someone asked about our mutual surname and we chalked it up to a pleasant coincidence.

Sonny was in constant touch with his friend, Len. He was up in Massachusetts attending MIT. After a few months, Len wrote to say that he had met someone and they were fast becoming an item. He concluded by telling us that his buddy was coming home with him for Christmas. He had come out to his parents and they wanted to meet his friend. Len was just as anxious that we meet him. He was the only one in the world who knew about us. Sonny and he were close enough friends that Sonny had confided in him. My son just needed to share his joy with someone, and Len was flattered that it was he.

At first, our incestuous relationship disturbed me, but finally I concluded that such a great love and so much happiness could not be wrong. Sonny’s mother’s disappearance was part of some master plan, and who was I to disturb any master plan? In time I grew comfortable with our situation and embraced it totally.

It was with great joy and pride that I changed the name of my company from Johnson Construction Co. to Johnson and Son Construction Co. I have the best business partner and the best life partner in the world.

Posted: 10/22/10