Jared hadn’t been the best father–he knew that, but it wasn’t like Trevor had made it very easy for him, but he’d tried. He really had. But how in the hell are you supposed to act when your son comes out, at fifteen? Maybe he’d been a little harsh, he could admit that, but their relationship…he just hadn’t really been able to feel close to his son ever since that day. He knew, in his heart, that it wasn’t fair, that his son hadn’t done anything to feel that way, that he hadn’t chosen to be gay (after all, who would choose to be gay? It was just…just so unnatural!) but that didn’t change the fact that every time he touched his son, his stomach just…churned. It made him feel guilty, and he could tell Trevor knew how he felt, and so they just avoided each other, or fought. They’d been screaming at each other for years and somehow still calling it a relationship.
Things had been better when he’d gone to college, but when the school had pulled his financial aid, Trevor had been forced to move in with his now single father, living in the basement. He was at least able to find a job working retail at the mall, but he showed no real drive to move out and be out on his own…and he kept bringing home…men. Men! Men Jared’s age! It was…was…so disgusting! That had been their last argument, and Jared had threatened to simply throw him out, and Jared had stormed out, not returning home for several days…but when he finally came home again they finally…just, talked. They talked about it, about everything, for the first time, and Jared could at least understand where he was coming from, but he still didn’t want men coming to his house. Or, at least, he assumed that’s what they talked about. He…he couldn’t really remember the details of the conversation with any detail–his son had bought this…this ring. And the way it caught the light, it had been so…enthralling. Still, they had talked, and they finally came to a compromise–Trevor agreed that he wouldn’t host anymore, though he refused to stop having sex altogether. In return, he asked his father to dedicate time each week to bonding with him and rebuilding their relationship. He said that he just didn’t feel like he really had a father–he didn’t feel like he’d had a father for years. Jared agreed–it seemed like something he should be able to do, after all. Until he found out what his son had in mind, for their first bonding session.
“No. No! Absolutely not.”
“But you promised you would give it a try.”
“This is not at all what I thought I was agreeing to. This is disgusting! You’re disgusting!”
What Trevor had in mind to help them bond, he had discovered, was watching porn together–gay porn–and jacking each other off.
Trevor moved his ring in the light, sending a glint into his father’s face, watching his eyes lose some of their focus, “This…this really means a lot to me dad, and I just don’t think you’re trying very hard. I just don’t think you’re really committed to trying to make our relationship really work. And that…that hurts dad, it really hurts, you know? You don’t want to hurt me, do you?”
“N-No, of course not…but…but I’m not…gay.”
“You don’t have to be gay to watch porn and jack off, dad.”
“Yeah…but…” Jared knew–he knew there were other reasons, but he just…couldn’t find them.
“Take off your pants, Dad. Come sit down, and pull out your cock. At least give it a try for me.”
That…that didn’t seem too unreasonable. He dropped his jeans to the floor, and walked slowly to the couch and sat down, letting his cock slip out of his boxers. Trevor sat down next to him, wrapped his ringed hand around his father’s cock, and started stroking it. “That feels good, doesn’t it, Dad? Aren’t you enjoying this time together?”
“Y-Yeah…yeah…”
“Here dad, feel mine. Feel how hard it is? Yours is really hard too. Focus on it, focus on how good it feels, how much you enjoy having me stroke your cock, and focus on the ring, focus on the light, feel it fill your head so full that it pushes away all those other thoughts, all those doubts, and just listen to me, listen to your son, and think about how happy you are, to have this chance to rebuild our relationship, how you don’t want to damage it again, how you were such a bad daddy before, and you want to make it up to me, right?”
“…Yes…”
“That’s good. Now look at the screen. Isn’t that kind of sexy? Those two guys touching each other? Sucking each other? Fucking each other? Have you ever thought about that, Dad? Be honest now.”
“Y-Yes…”
“It’s ok, it’s ok to think that way.”
“No–I’m…not gay…”
“Push those thoughts away dad, and just enjoy yourself. Focus on those happy thoughts, those thoughts about men, focus on them. They make you feel good, they make you feel complete. You don’t like thinking about women nearly as much as men. In fact, you’re going to find it harder and harder to see women as attractive, from now on. Now stroke me faster, stroke me harder. You want to make me happy, you want me to feel good. You want to make me feel good more than anything else, you want to bond with me more than anything else. Make…Make your son cum with your own fucking hand!”
Jared stroked harder, but it all felt like a dream, like someone else’s hand was feeling his son’s cock spurt cum all over it, someone else’s mouth licking it up and relishing the flavor of his son’s cum. Some other body bending over to suck the cum from his son’s shirt. Some other person’s cock exploding at the taste of cum, that taste he’d always fantasized about, that taste he’d always wanted, just like his son had said. He was so lucky to have a son like Trevor, so happy to have a chance to bond with him like a good daddy, yes, he’d be a good daddy from now on, the best daddy, the best daddy in the whole world…
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