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I'm pretty cute. I mean, I'm 18 now, but even I wasn't legal, that didn't stop the snatches from lining up at my dick door. Girls love my blonde crew cut and my hard bubble butt. I really know how to fill out a baseball uniform. Yeah, I'm straight, a real coon hound, but that doesn't mean I can't admire myself in mirrors sometimes. I mean fuck, with these huge pecs and my thick 8 inches (yeah I measured), I get all sorts of looks from cocks and cunts.
I don't mind guys staring at the goods, as long as they keep their hands at a distance. There's this one cocksucker on my soccer team. He acts real macho, but I know what he wants. Sometimes in the locker room, I "accidentally" brush my dick against his bare thigh, or between his cheeks, just to see him flinch. He's the coach's son, the star player, and he can't even begin to admit that he's a butt pirate.
Sorry for the ugly words. It's from my dad. He looks a lot like me, 'cept he's got brown (thinning) hair and dark eyes. He's got a strong build. Taught me to catch and to fish and to defend myself. He's burly and he doesn't take any shit. He's a college professor. He's also a fag.
I know, I know, gay. But he wasn't even "gay" until last year. One day he and Mom sat me down and said that they were getting divorced, they still loved me, but they didn't love each other anymore. They were better apart than together. Then Dad told me about his boyfriend.
Ricardo.
Ricardo is only 10 years older than me. Dad met him when he was a student in his sociology class. Now they live together. He's Cuban-American and he wears tight blue jeans, he's built like a brick shithouse and he wiggles his butt towards Dad when he thinks I'm not looking. I guess Dad is the "pitcher", or whatever they call it. Ricardo's dark eyes sparkle, like he is so happy that he's ruined my life. His tongue is so thick in his mouth when he talks. Sometimes when I'm visiting my dad, I go up to my room early and pretend I'm asleep. Then I sneak downstairs and I see them making out. His tongue is so fucking far down my Dad's throat. Ricky's thick, tan fingers tear open Dad's flannel shirt and comb through his chest hair. He's got those big nipples like I do and Ricky tweaks them for dear life. By the time I go back to my room, Dad is pulling off "Ricky's" asshuggers and he's about to go down on him right there on the couch. Geez, what does Dad think he is, a teenager? Only I do shit like that...and it's with girls.
This stuff is wrong. And sick. I get so mad that I wind up jerking off, cumming in the bathroom mirror, just to get that sick stuff outta my head. I've just got to find a way to prove to Dad that "Ricky" is bad news. How should I do that? Should I lead Ricky on and make Dad dump him?
Give me some suggestions guys, and I'll tell you what happens if I take them. I really need some help here.