As a powerful, intelligent, big athletic man, I always wanted smart, big, athletic kids. Hell, I was a super-stud in high school, had my pick of the cheerleaders, married the prom queen, and had numerous athletic scholarships to pay for my college at a Div I school. Life was good!
Attended a top-10 graduate school, got my MBA, and had the business world by the balls. We made significant strides in getting a secure financial future. A quick description will aide in understanding the story. I am 6'6" tall, played quarterback with the attitude of a defensive tackle. Big, rugged, a gregarious flirt, I had my pick of women over the years before settling down with the wife. The wife is 5'5" tall, pretty, petite, fragile, the all lady prom queen.
At the age of twenty-eight, we decided it was time to have that family we were planning so dearly. Even after years of birth control, the wife got pregnant within 2-months, and our first baby girl came early that fall. And we spoiled on her. She crawled for the first time the day of her first birthday, walked two weeks later. At 18-months, she could type her name on the computer keyboard by herself. I was amazed.
And the time came for the second child. Again, I poked the wife, she was pregnant again. Absolutely easy! This time, I got my boy Eric. He had a great personality, walking by the time he hit 7 ½ months. Hell bent for leather, he was into everything. Aggressive, fun, we called him "one track", or OT for short. Once he focused on something, it was going to get done. As hard as you could, you could try to change his focus, but typically gave up trying, and it got done his way.
Following him, we did have another boy, then girl. Even delivery came easy for her/us. 6-hours was the longest, hardest delivery, (3rd child, honest to god over 10 lbs). A big family, but I loved kids, and was looking forward to raising them. The oldest girl spent time with Dad, watching college football constantly, watching pro-football, and about every other sport you could imagine. As the kids grew, all were involved in some degree of sports, from gymnastics, soccer, football, baseball, basketball, tennis, golf, and more. Always some sporting event we participated. The arts were a distant second in priorities.
So how on the earth did my oldest son grow to be so empathic toward others feelings? He was simply a gifted artist and an award winning poet. And a very bright kid, he was very popular at school, had lots of friends, and had many many girlfriends. We called it his "girlfriend of the month club". None ever lasted longer than a month, or so it seemed. While growing, he took a substantially different stature than I. He was of slender build, scrawny would be a fair description. But, he had the desires and mentality to play sports, even football. I did not understand the coach, playing a kid at 5'11" tall, 155 lbs dripping wet at middle linebacker. His junior year, dislocated the left shoulder, followed by the senior year dislocation of his right shoulder. But he wanted to play. Extremely fast, he did play some wide receiver, but not near often enough for my thoughts. During a playoff run his senior year, he dislocated a finger, diving to catch a low pass from the quarterback in the quarterfinal round. Season over his team lost. Bad enough to get hurt the last game of the year, but he enjoyed the sport.
So he got into acting for the winter play. And he excelled. A minor role ballooned into a prominent role for the spring play. He loved it. And the time spent in a new role in school expanded his pool of dating potentials. So, while not surprised, he had a whole new set of girls to visit the house. It was always fun.
But I noticed some changes as he got older. The girls also got older, more fully developed bodies. I now was beginning to jealously watch his selection of girls. I grew more and more interested in them, observing in great detail the shapes of their ass, the form fitting sweaters they wore, the skimpy suits they used in our indoor pool or hot tub. Damn the kid had a knack for finding attractive young ladies! I lusted in my heart. And I knew he was easy, often finding them necking while watching a movie, or curled up on his bed as I walked down the hall past his door to our bedroom. Rule was, no doors closed with opposite sex partners in the room. But that did not stop him from necking with them. Late during his senior year, his devote, religious mom found a note while cleaning his room, from his current girlfriend that told him how much she loved having sex with him, how she had cum and cum numerous times while he ate her, and how she loved having sex in the shower, a first for her. To say the least, mom about had a heart attack at that moment. I was given the note, and told to deal with it. She did not want to know anything more.
We had our talk, and I confirmed he would have a better idea about keeping such notes. I also politely, but firmly let him know to have protected sex! After graduation came college. And college did not slow down his plundering of the females. Although the relationship lasted longer now, each one might make 5-7 months now. I got him an apartment nearby school, so he could have an independent life. And boy did he. While floundering during his first year, he held it together to gain a chance at year two. But grades did not come without studies, and his interest in studies was about fifth on his list. Partying, girls, computer games, girls, and then studies showed as his list of priorities.
About the time we were to have a discussion regarding his performance, things changed. He moved home for the summer to work with me, and enjoy a quiet mountain life while he sorted things out. I think he wanted to enjoy our $8M home, and utilize the domestic help. He and I had many discussions over the summer. He decided to focus on acting classes at the start of his junior year.
Classes started, and then came Maria within a couple of weeks. It was almost instantly he brought her home to meet his mom and dad. And show off our home. Maria was the most stunning, beautiful young lady on this planet. He dark brown eyes melted me, causing instant fantasies to rush through my sex deprived brain. About 5'7" tall, firm, toned body, a sex appeal that seared hearts and bodies, she was a sight to behold. And Eric followed her around like a puppy dog in heat. He and I talked several times about her. I let him know that she was not like the other girls he dated, this one was special. I stressed he should take a slow course with this one, no groping and humping every chance he got. He understood!
