"Damn it!" Frank cursed to himself, without even understanding why. The burly butch 55-year old man was in the middle of his daily morning run, but even the rush of endorphins did not stop him from feeling angry and irritable. Frank's 19-year-old son, Alvin, came home from college for the summer about two weeks ago, and things between them were going from bad to worse. Frank's wife, Helen, died six years ago, when Alvie was 13. Helen was killed by a drunk driver, gone in an instant, upending the life of their small family. Since then Frank has been raising his only son as a single dad. Frank had a successful career in the Air Force, serving as a supplies and logistic officer at the McConnell Air Force Base in Wichita. He and Helen married relatively late, when both were in their early thirties. Their only child, Alvin, was born when Frank was 36.
Frank was a stocky, burly and butch man of about 5'7'' in height. He was very muscular, with extremely thick and powerful thighs and biceps. As Helen often used to joke, Frank was really "built like a brick-house." Frank started going bald early, and by the age of fifty five he had been completely bald, shaving off the remainder of his hair to save the bother and the aggravation. The rest of his muscular lean body was covered by a thick coat of brown fur. Apart from running every morning, Frank was still pumping iron at a gym and continued to play football with his buddies on the weekends. Even now, while being officially middle-aged, Frank was fit and strong. His stocky 210 pound body was all muscle.
From relatively early age it had become clear that Alvie had little in common with his bear of a dad. Growing up Alvin was a slight and skinny kid, with little interest in team sports, kicking ball, in playing with toy soldiers and firetrucks, or in any of the other typical and stereotypical boy stuff that Frank wanted him to do. From the age of three, Alvie showed a real talent for the arts, music and dancing, which delighted Helen but quietly annoyed Frank. Frank loved his kid but, even while Helen was still alive, father and son spent little time together and grew rather distant. Raising Alvie became largely Helen's responsibility. The only things that Alvie clearly inherited from Frank were the boy's piercing grey eyes and deep brown hair. While in middle and high school, in addition to dance, Alvin also did gymnastics and acrobatics. That kept his slim body strong, toned, and flexible.
After Helen's unexpected death, Frank realized that he could not continue his Air Force career as a single dad. He retired from the military, having achieved the rank of Lt Colonel. Frank decided to stay in Wichita, where he had developed a lot of professional and business contacts. A buddy of his in town was running a construction supplies company, with several big warehouses in the area, and he took on Frank as a business partner. Although financially Frank had been doing quite well, things between him and Alvin just were not working out.
Frank found himself unable to open up to Alvie and to provide his son with emotional support and reassurance that the boy wanted and needed. Frank could not set aside his macho military persona and did not know how to relate to his artsy slightly effeminate kid. Instead of bringing them closer together, Helen's death pushed Frank and Alvie further apart, and eventually each of them retreated in his own world. Frank saw that Alvie was hurt and disappointed by the coldness and detachment of his dad, but Frank never figured out how to heal the breach.
While in high school, Alvie went through a brief but heavy "goth" stage, and started developing distinctly feminine mannerisms. Frank was annoyed but by now too distant to really show it. Dad and son rarely talked, except for brief perfunctory conversations. They never argued either, but this surface peace deceptive and superficial.
Their only real point of connection during that time was Kaya, their golden retriever. They adopted Kaya from an animal shelter as a pup when Alvie was 10, and Kaya became a beloved family dog. Helen really loved Kaya, and after Helen's death, taking care of Kaya became an important way for Frank and Alvin to honor her memory.
Alvie did not enjoy living in Kansas, and through his high school years he desperately longed to escape. He was admitted to the University of Arizona on a partial scholarship, based in large part on his art work, and planned to pursue a major in graphics design. Frank silently disapproved, but as usual, did not argue the point.
Now, after the first year, Alvin came back home from college for the summer, and Frank found that his only son became even more of a stranger. Alvie became more overtly effeminate, and the fingers on his hands were now colored in several bright colors. Frank groaned inwardly but still did not complain. Alvin remained in excellent physical shape, having continued doing dance and gymnastics in college and having taken up rock climbing as well. This wasn't football but Frank was still thankful. On one of the mornings Frank came to the kitchen to see Alvin doing dishes and listening to music, with his headphones on. The boy was humming along and wiggling his skinny bubbly ass, very much like a girl. Frank felt a brief flash of anger and disappointment, but quickly calmed down, before Alvie knew anything. To his great surprise, Frank also felt a stir in his groin, with his cock suddenly jumping up in excitement. Frank quickly put the event out of his mind. At 19 years of age, Alvin stood at 5'9'' tall and weighed about 130 pounds. His body was slim but strong, limber, well toned and almost wiry. The boy had a long narrow smooth face, with high cheek bones, deep seated large round grey eyes, long eyelashes, a slender delicate nose and full bright red lips. Alvie had deep brown hair which was cut in a very short, almost military style crew cut, and which was just about the only part of Alvie's appearance that Frank approved of.
Alvin brought home some of his sketch books, and Frank had to admit to himself that the boy was really good. The sketches, done in the style of comics, were clearly drawn with a sure hand, and showed a charismatic and minimalistic style. Alvie told his father that he already got several side gigs designing artwork and graphics for some app developers, and Frank was impressed. But father and son still could not connect. They found that they had nothing to talk about and, apart from taking care of Kaya, had no interests in common. Their exchanges were brief, cursory and superficial, limited to mundane matters. By now Frank did want to get closer to his son, but he had no idea how to do it and was growing increasingly frustrated, both with himself and with Alvie.
As Frank got into the house after his morning run, he was sweating profusely and was really looking forward to a refreshing shower. He pet Kaya's head and headed to his master bedroom. On the way Frank passed Alvin's room and heard strange muffled noises coming from inside. Frank crept in and silently opened the door to Alvin's room.
The scene that greeted him shook Frank to the core.
His only son was lying on the bed, naked from waist down and wearing only a white t-shirt. Alvie's legs were raised up, exposing a smooth hairless boy butt. Alvie's left hand was grasping and jacking his thin long erect cock. The boy's right hand was holding a large tan-colored very realistic looking rubber cock which the teen was enthusiastically moving in and out of his pink ass pucker. Alvie was grasping the rubber dick at its base and balls and shoving it deeper and deeper inside his anus. The boy's eyes were tightly shut.
"Yes, daddy, yes, yes, yes! Oh, daddy, yes, give it to me, daddy, please!" Alvie moaned loudly.
Slowly and quietly Frank retreated from the room and closed the door behind him. He stood in the corridor in complete shock, trying to process what just happened. He quickly realized two things. First, his son Alvie was gay. Second, the boy lusted madly for Frank, his own dad.
That Alvie was gay did not surprise Frank much, as he long suspected it. Although he was a butch macho bear himself, Frank did not really have a problem with Alvie being gay. Some of Frank's service buddies in the military were gay, and Frank always got along great with them. Frank did love his son and wanted him to be happy, and he understood that it would be foolish and destructive to try to make the boy go against his nature.
The second revelation, however, was a much bigger deal. Frank had always thought of himself as one hundred per cent heterosexual. He never felt any serious physical attraction to other men, and, apart from some circle jerks while in middle school, never really fooled around with guys either. And yet, the thought of his 19-year-old son wanting him sexually was strangely appealing and exciting to Frank, even titillating. When he thought back to the picture of Alvie shoving a large rubber dick up his rectum while calling his dad's name, Frank felt his cock harden and his heart start racing. He felt very flattered and empowered by what he saw in his son's room, and relieved as well. Frank realized that despite their distance and detachment, his boy really loved and probably even worshiped him in his heart. Frank felt a rush of happiness and excitement. He went to his bedroom, jumped into the shower and had a furious jerk-off there, replaying in his mind the pictures of Alvie's cute bubbly boy ass with a large rubber dick shoved inside it. Frank spunked harder than he did in ages, spraying the wall of the shower with several powerful shots of cum. As he was drying himself off, he was determined to make another start with Alvie, to be much nicer to him and to try to really connect with the boy. Frank was still not sure about the possible sexual angle of their relationship but he decided to do whatever was necessary to get closer to his only son.
After the shower, Frank dressed up and walked into the kitchen. Alvin was there cooking a breakfast for them, a vegetable omelet with toast.
