A Father's Son

Spring Anthology Entry

by Mark Arbour

Hormones were driving me, the raging hormones of a 18 year old guy, as I headed downtown. It was a typical day at school, where I hung out with my small group of dorky friends, dreaming of the day when I would be handsome and popular. And straight. None of those things were likely to happen.

Everyone at school knew that I was a dork. Totally ordinary. Ordinary face with just a little bit of acne. Ordinary brown eyes. An ordinary body, tall, thin, and with no muscle. Add to that almost no social skills and a total inability to charm anyone, plus a passion for playing war games with my few friends, and you have the recipe for a total dweeb. All I needed was a pocket protector. I actually had one in my desk drawer, but I never used it.

But no one at school knew I was a fag. No one knew. Not my friends, not my relatives, not my sister, and certainly not my parents. They'd shit a brick. My father is a high-power lawyer here in the city, makes a shitload of money, but is so focused on his career and position that he barely has time to say anything other than to bitch at me for some reason or another. I'm not good enough. I'm not smart like him, I'm not popular like he was, and I don't even have a girlfriend, so how am I supposed to carry on the family name? My mother is a socialite, always planning or hosting parties for one charity or another. Her measured smile hid her unhappiness, an unhappiness the outside world would only figure out if they counted the empty gin bottles in our garbage cans. She was an alcoholic. Not a raving, mean alcoholic. She was just always numb.

So since no one knew I was gay, I had to get off on the down low. I had to find places that I could go just for sex. Places where I wouldn't be recognized, but where I could transform myself into a different person. There was no place like that in the suburbs, but there was in the city. I was heading for one of the most renowned gay bath houses around. I'd been there a few times before and it had been liberating.

I pulled up to the place and drove a block or two away to park. That way if someone recognized my car, it wouldn't be parked in front of the gay fuck palace. I walked up confidently. The first time I'd been nervous as hell, had even stood outside in the corner for a bit, and watched other guys go in. This would be my fifth time, so I knew the drill. I walked into the front door and found the same guy that had been working the desk last time.

“Hey. You're back,” he said, flirting with me. He was kind of cute, probably in his early 30's. I'd let him blow me.

“Yeah,” I said shyly. I handed him my ID and he snickered, but handed it back to me along with a locker key.

“Maybe I'll take a break and come find you,” he said.

“That would be great,” I said and winked at him. He buzzed me through the door and into paradise. I went to my locker and stripped down completely. I took a towel with me, but I didn't wrap it around my waist. I let my plumping dick dangle seductively over my hairless balls. I still had a trimmed bush, but everything else was shaved. Guys seemed to like that these days, and so did I. I loved jacking off with lotion, and then rubbing the lotion over my shaved balls, savoring the smoothness.

At school I was Super Dork, the guy no one wanted to be seen with. Here I was a god, Super Twink, the young guy everyone wanted to play with. I wandered around, teasing guys with my young body, relishing the attention and the stray hand that ran across my ass. Now I was rock hard, a good six inches, and that just attracted even more attention.

I headed to the maze, a series of twists and turns where guys could play that coy game, trying to see if someone wanted to hook up or not. That and the little cubbies off to the side where guys were actively having sex, blowing each other or fucking. I made sure I had the condom in my hand. I'd never fucked anyone before, but maybe tonight would be the night.

There was a room with a big glory hole, a great place to start. I could shoot my first wad quickly, which was a treat for whoever was on the other side and good for me, because then I could calm down and make a more deliberate effort at finding my second partner. I'm 18, so in this environment it only took me 10-15 minutes to recharge.

There was a guy at the hole, pumping away into someone's mouth. He was a big guy, overweight but not too bad, with the look of a truck driver. He saw me and smiled. “Hey sweetheart, you want a turn?”

“Thanks,” I said, and moved my dick up to the hole. I had to tilt my ass back a bit because my cock almost pointed straight up when it was hard. I felt a mouth envelope it almost immediately. Whoever was blowing me sure knew his shit. The truck driver ran his hand seductively across my ass and down my crack, and that's all it took. I blew a major load. I felt the guy behind the hole sucking and swallowing me, every drop.

I moved aside to let the truck driver back in. “God that was hot. Play with my ass,” he ordered. I was kind of not in the mood, I'd just blown and all, but I figured it would be the nice thing to do since he'd made room for me. I ran my hand across his ass just like he'd done for me, and then down his crack. I found his hole and started running my finger around the rim. He moved back toward me, telling me that he wanted my finger inside him. Hot. I obliged, exploring his insides gently, watching him go fucking crazy. That must feel pretty good. I'd have to find someone to do that to me. I felt his ass quiver as he got close and then blew his load into the cocksucker on the other side.

I was hard again, so I put my cock back through the hole. I heard the cocksucker moan in anticipation. He blew me like before, the best fucking head I'd ever gotten. Another guy came up, a hot younger guy, and rubbed up behind me while I got blown. He tried to fuck me, but I pushed his dick away, pissing him off. Then the guy sucking my dick stopped, and I felt something weird on my dick. I pulled out and saw that he'd put a condom on me.

The young guy behind me pushed me aside. “Go around the corner and fuck him so he can blow me,” he ordered. He wasn't nice, but I didn't care. Now that I had the condom on, I wanted to fuck someone. I went around the corner and saw the cocksucker, or it would be more accurate to say I saw his ass. His face was hidden in the darkness as the other guy slammed his dick through the hole.

This guy was older, but pretty fit and pretty hot. I played with his ass, which was already lubed up. I lined my cock up to his hole and pushed in. He stopped blowing the other guy and grunted, and then he relaxed back into me and let me do my thing. I pumped in and out of him, slowly at first. God his ass felt good. It's a good thing I just blew my nut; otherwise I would have already cum. It felt like a tight, warm cavern was squeezing my dick, its whole purpose to make me feel good. It was working.

I reached around to grab his throbbing dick, feeling the pre-cum leaking out of the tip, and stroked him slowly, in time with my thrusts. Then I got excited and picked up my pace, both with my pumping and with my hand. I felt myself getting closer so I pumped hard and fast, and worked my hand up and down on his rod like lightning.

“Mmm,” he moaned onto the other guys' dick that was still in his mouth. I felt my balls tighten and I was at the point of no return. I started to blow and blow hard. I moaned loudly as I did, and felt his dick expand and throb in my hand has he shot his load. I used the cum to lube my hand and milked him along with me. I came for fucking ever, and so did he. Finally he pushed my hand off his dick. He was finished, but he let me go on until I was done. That was nice of him.

I stood up and pulled off the condom. That was awesome. I couldn't believe I'd finally lost my cherry. I knew I had a huge smile on my face. The guy I fucked stood up and turned around. I was excited to see this guy that had given me so much pleasure.

Then we were face to face, and there was enough light to actually see him for the first time. “Dad?” I said.