I left you without another glance. But you continued to watch me as I
walked off. When I was out of sight, you shoved your hands in your pockets
and started home.
You were surprised, when your dad was home. "Hey dad, I wasn't expecting you home so--"
"What happened to you?" he asked.
"Just a fight."
"You know you're not suppose--"
"I know dad! Just...leave it alone, okay?"
You slammed the door to your room irritated. You began throwing off your uniform until you were wearing only your boxers and threw yourself on the bed. You threw open the drawer to your nightstand and pulled out well-used porn mag and some hand lotion. Squeezing the latter in your hands, you took your already hard cock in your hand and opened the magazine, slowly beginning to stroke it. The harder you began to pump it, the tighter your eyes closed. You dropped the magazine and threw your head back, moaning. Slowly, your mind began slipping to deep blue eyes that pierced you with their gaze. Hey, don't blame me for the lame-ness, you said it.
You gave one last moan, spilling your seed all over yourself, gasping as you realized you had just gotten off by thinking about a classmate. A male classmate at that. You sat their in shock, unable to believe what you had just done.
"Joey?" you dad asked, knocking at the door. "Is everything alright?"
"F-fine...everything's fine."
"Dinner's ready."
"I'm not really hungry," you said, quickly cleaning yourself up.
"I don't believe that. Get out here."
You pulled on some pants and a t-shirt and walked out to the kitchen. "Hey," you said softly.
You guys ate your meal pretty silent, you deep in thought. You knew those feelings were weird. Finally, you asked softly, "Dad?"
"Yes Joey?"
"Um...well see, there's this guy," you began quickly, unable to look up at him. "And we got in a fight. And he beat me. Twice. That's not something I'm used to. But now it seems that he, well...I was jerking off in my room. And right before I cummed, I was thinking of him. So now I'm wondering if that makes me--"
"Gay?" he asked softly, staring at you. "You were jerking off to a guy?" He stood up quickly, knocking his chair to th ground. "You were jerking off to a guy." He grabbed you by your shirt collar and threw you against the wall. He didn't hit you though, like you were expecting. He just stared at you. "You... You... You...you...fucking FAGGOT!" he screamed, knocking you hard in your already bruised face with his arm.
"Dad, please! Stop!" you yelled, pushing him away from you.
"Go to your room."
"But--
"Now."
"Dad, I--"
"GO TO YOUR ROOM NOW!" he screamed.
You ran to your room, hot tears falling down your burning cheeks.
The next day, after a pretty uneventful day at school, you came home to an empty house. Okay, so maybe it wasn't uneventful, you did beat up kid who started shit with you. And you got nearly threatened. And you didn't see me at school at all. But it wasn't TOO eventful.
A few minutes later, your dad came home. You stared down at your feet. "Hello, sir."
"Joseph, we need to talk."
You nodded, sitting down in a chair.
Your dad joined you, sitting across from you. "Joey, I'm sorry I hit you. I guess the whole shock of it--"
"Don't be sorry, I deserve it."
"No you don't. I never took the time to...I don't want you to get hurt, Joey. There's nothing worse than being gay--"
"Fuck you!" you screamed at him, standing up.
"Watch your language, boy!" he said back, standing up, too.
"Watch my ass, dad. As I leave." You ran to your room, tears falling down your cheeks. "I hate you," you whispered, throwing yourself on the bed, sobbing.
You were surprised, when your dad was home. "Hey dad, I wasn't expecting you home so--"
"What happened to you?" he asked.
"Just a fight."
"You know you're not suppose--"
"I know dad! Just...leave it alone, okay?"
You slammed the door to your room irritated. You began throwing off your uniform until you were wearing only your boxers and threw yourself on the bed. You threw open the drawer to your nightstand and pulled out well-used porn mag and some hand lotion. Squeezing the latter in your hands, you took your already hard cock in your hand and opened the magazine, slowly beginning to stroke it. The harder you began to pump it, the tighter your eyes closed. You dropped the magazine and threw your head back, moaning. Slowly, your mind began slipping to deep blue eyes that pierced you with their gaze. Hey, don't blame me for the lame-ness, you said it.
You gave one last moan, spilling your seed all over yourself, gasping as you realized you had just gotten off by thinking about a classmate. A male classmate at that. You sat their in shock, unable to believe what you had just done.
"Joey?" you dad asked, knocking at the door. "Is everything alright?"
"F-fine...everything's fine."
"Dinner's ready."
"I'm not really hungry," you said, quickly cleaning yourself up.
"I don't believe that. Get out here."
You pulled on some pants and a t-shirt and walked out to the kitchen. "Hey," you said softly.
You guys ate your meal pretty silent, you deep in thought. You knew those feelings were weird. Finally, you asked softly, "Dad?"
"Yes Joey?"
"Um...well see, there's this guy," you began quickly, unable to look up at him. "And we got in a fight. And he beat me. Twice. That's not something I'm used to. But now it seems that he, well...I was jerking off in my room. And right before I cummed, I was thinking of him. So now I'm wondering if that makes me--"
"Gay?" he asked softly, staring at you. "You were jerking off to a guy?" He stood up quickly, knocking his chair to th ground. "You were jerking off to a guy." He grabbed you by your shirt collar and threw you against the wall. He didn't hit you though, like you were expecting. He just stared at you. "You... You... You...you...fucking FAGGOT!" he screamed, knocking you hard in your already bruised face with his arm.
"Dad, please! Stop!" you yelled, pushing him away from you.
"Go to your room."
"But--
"Now."
"Dad, I--"
"GO TO YOUR ROOM NOW!" he screamed.
You ran to your room, hot tears falling down your burning cheeks.
The next day, after a pretty uneventful day at school, you came home to an empty house. Okay, so maybe it wasn't uneventful, you did beat up kid who started shit with you. And you got nearly threatened. And you didn't see me at school at all. But it wasn't TOO eventful.
A few minutes later, your dad came home. You stared down at your feet. "Hello, sir."
"Joseph, we need to talk."
You nodded, sitting down in a chair.
Your dad joined you, sitting across from you. "Joey, I'm sorry I hit you. I guess the whole shock of it--"
"Don't be sorry, I deserve it."
"No you don't. I never took the time to...I don't want you to get hurt, Joey. There's nothing worse than being gay--"
"Fuck you!" you screamed at him, standing up.
"Watch your language, boy!" he said back, standing up, too.
"Watch my ass, dad. As I leave." You ran to your room, tears falling down your cheeks. "I hate you," you whispered, throwing yourself on the bed, sobbing.
