It was one of those moments that I knew I would never forget, no matter how hard I would try, and to think that up until then I was having the time of my life.
In my bedroom and on my knees in front of my best friend Jimmy was a position that I had often found myself in, and at that moment there was no place else I would have rather been in the whole world.
Jimmy's pants were down around his ankles, along with his underwear, and I had his cock in my mouth, bringing him to climax like I had done dozens of times in the past. The end always came too soon for me, because I wanted to suck on his thick 7" for as long as he would let me, but he wasn't good at holding back. Either that, or I was too good a cocksucker.
Either way, after I had sucked on his meaty balls, they were soon bouncing off of my chin as my lips went up and down his rigid member, from the tip of the bell-shaped head right down to the root of his manhood hidden in the thick brown bush.
I felt Jimmy's cock pulsate a second before he came, sending thick jets of his seed down my throat. He came hard and he came a lot this time, but I held on to his ass cheeks and let him try to gag me with his spunk.
There was semen trickling out of the corners of my mouth as Jimmy's orgasm finally began to wane, and it was then that I happened to glance over at the door. A door that I had always made sure was locked in the past, but today for whatever reason I hadn't, and the proof of that was standing in the doorway. My mother.
The look on her face when our eyes met was one of sheer horror, and that was probably much like mine was. Jimmy had noticed my reaction and when he looked over and saw my mother, that set off a Keystone Kops-type reaction on our parts, with Jimmy falling over as he scrambled to pull up his pants and me trying to find a hole to crawl into.
My mother left the room, mercifully, but I knew that wasn't the end of it, not by a long shot. Jimmy left, mumbling a sort of apology that I didn't deserve, because actually I had initiated the action, like always. Jimmy didn't need me to suck his cock, he had a girlfriend for that - plenty of them.
It was I that needed it. I was the one that was infatuated with Jimmy's cock from the moment I had seen it years ago, and every time we were alone together it seemed that I was all over him. Jimmy being a horny guy, was almost always willing for me to drain his sac for him, even though he was straight and never reciprocated.
So I sat and waited in my room for the old man to come home, wondering whether my punishment would consist of yelling, or would escalate into worse. I tried to get my case laid out in my mind. I was 18. I had just graduated high school with honors and would be going to college soon.
Maybe I should say I was drunk - that we had gotten some beer to celebrate and things got a little crazy. Never did that before, I could claim, and I still can't believe I did it. Even to me, it sounded like bullshit, but maybe they would buy it.
***
When the old man got home I went down the hall and listened as best I could to my mother's breathless description of what she had seen that afternoon.
"Right there in the middle of his room," Mom explained. "Jimmy Carson was there with his pants down, and there was our son kneeling in front of him and sucking on his thing like a woman would!"
Dad hemmed and hawed for a time, actually trying to get a word in edgewise a couple of times, and when I tried to get a bit closer so that I could here better, my father saw me from around the corner.
"Come in Todd," Dad said. "We were just talking about you."
Tail tucked between my legs, I sheepishly came into the kitchen under the withering stare of my mother, who seemed a lot more angry that the old man was, which surprised me.
"Your mother has been telling me about what she saw you doing with Jimmy today," he said calmly.
"I know," I replied, trying and failing to look him in the eye.
"Anything you would like to add?"
"No," I said.
"What happened to Melissa - what's her name?" my mother asked. "She seemed so nice."
"She is nice," I said, not mentioning the fact that she was as gay as I was and we only hung out together so that our parents wouldn't suspect our secret lives. "We're just - you know."
"Well, we aren't going to have any sissy men in this family," my mother declared. "You're going to get some therapy."
***
"Things will work out just fine," my father assured me as he waited for me to exit the car. "Trust me. You'll see."
I looked out at the lodge that he had taken me to, a rustic looking building with a large porch, which served as the retreat of this doctor who was going to give me the therapy that my mother thought I needed.
My father had chosen the doctor, or the psychiatrist, or whatever the guy was, and after I went to this Dr. Barton's office with my parents for a group counseling session it was determined that what I needed was some intense one-on-one sessions with him.
"This will straighten Todd out?" my mother asked the doctor, her eyes brimming with tears as she looked to the doctor for assurance.
"It's worked wonders with many young men," Dr. Barton proclaimed, giving my father a knowing glance that seemed out of place, but the doctor added that while nothing was foolproof, he thought that a weekend with him was just what I needed.
The prospect of spending a weekend with this old coot, who looked like a picture of one of those old presidents - Rutherford B. Hayes maybe - was not my idea of the perfect way to start my summer. A tall, skinny guy with a big bushy beard who looked like he had to be at least old enough for Social Security, he kept looking over the top of his glasses at me with his hands folded, nodding along at everything everyone said during the meeting.
Now I was being dumped off in the middle of nowhere with suitcase in hand, and as my father drove away back down the gravel road, I braced myself for the worst and went up the stairs to the house.
The door opened just as I got to the top of the steps, and in the doorway stood a cute redheaded girl with a big smile.
"You must be Todd," she chirped with a giddiness that I didn't share. "I'm Kyle."
Kyle let me into the house, which looked like some kind of hunting lodge with animal heads all over the walls, and as she did I glanced over at the woman. Kyle was almost my height and rather thin, and I guessed that she was my age or a little older. She was wearing a baggy white short-sleeved blouse and a blue and white plaid skirt, along with knee-high socks, and with her blazing red curly hair she looked like Little Orphan Annie.
I had no idea what or who she was, but I was glad that there was somebody else there so I would have somebody there besides Dr. Barton, who magically appeared as I followed Kyle inside.
"Todd!" Br. Barton exclaimed loudly, greeting me like we were long lost friends or something, and after he wrapped his arms around me and gave me a big bear hug, put his arm around my shoulder and ushered me into an office.
This Kyle girl followed us in and was apparently going to join us, which was alright with me. Anything to break the awkward feeling worked for me, and I was dreading whatever interrogation that this doctor was going to be giving me in order to "cure" me.
Back home, Jimmy Carson was probably getting his cock sucked by somebody, and that somebody could have been me. Trying to get that thought out of my mind, I sat on the couch and tried to pay attention to what this doctor was saying.
"So you've met Kyle already," Dr. Barton asked, and after I nodded he continued. "What do you think of her? Pretty, isn't she."
"Yeah," I replied, and while I guess she was cute enough, she looked a little odd. Her cheekbones or something making her seem a bit off.
"And Kyle, what do you think of Todd?"
"He's really cute," she responded, giggling and cuddling next to me on the couch.
"Kyle here was a confused person too," Dr. Barton said. "Much like yourself. Weren't you, Kyle?"
