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As much as he wanted his son to wake up, Tom Baldwin also dreaded his son waking up. For three years, he sat nightly by Kyle's bedside reliving the last moments spent with his shaggy haired son before finding him unconscious on the beach a day later. He needed answers. He needed to find Shawn. Tom worried about how much Kyle had shared with his cousin before his disappearance. Tom worried that Shawn might turn up in Seattle with police and reporters and tell the world what he really was.
"If you would just wake up Kyle; let me talk to you, let me explain."
Tom rubbed his hands over his face and stood. He paced over to the window and stared at the darkened sky. His mind drifted back to that fateful night three years ago. It was warm and mild for a Seattle September. It was the weekend before school was to start. Tom and his wife Linda had been fighting again. This time about his work and his inability to find time for her and their son. Tom in typical fashion, had barricaded himself in his study. As a federal agent, his life was under scrutiny as it was. Pouring himself into his work had been his only option, his only escape. Linda knew he was trying to avoid the family but she had no idea why.
Tom had planned his life out so carefully from his freshman year in high school to college and the bureau. He knew everything he needed to get ahead in his career; a loving wife, an adoring son. Kyle and he had been close when the boy was small. It wasn't until he turned fourteen, that Tom began to distance himself from his son. Linda naturally associated his aloofness with his new position at the NTSC, but in truth that was all coincidence. Tom allowed the job to take up his time because too much time on his hands allowed him to think, and the one thing he thought about constantly was his son.
As early as junior high, Tom had become increasingly aware of his attraction to other boys. Being athletic, tall and good looking, he was a natural leader and lots of boys his age looked up to him, wanted to be near him and be like him. By the time he'd gotten to high school, he was six foot tall, slim but solid. Girls swooned over him constantly but there was something else he noticed. He almost always could solicit the same reaction from certain boys as he did the girls. He quickly found that he liked the attention. Taking on the role of a mentor to some of the younger ones, Tom had the pleasure of being in the presence of some of the most nubile young flesh he'd ever seen. He got to touch accidentally, get his eye full and tussle and wrestle in the locker rooms all in the name of good natured fun.
By college it wasn't enough. Tom knew he had to be careful. A political science major with aspirations of joining law enforcement, he knew it wouldn't do to have an unseemly sexual scandal in his background. So he abstained. He dated. He married and had a son. He loved his son very much, like any father would. Then one day Kyle came home after a game of baseball at school. He'd just turned fourteen. Tom had the day off and was passing by the bathroom on the way to his bedroom. The door was slightly cracked and Tom stood frozen as he caught sight of his little boy who had changed to a man almost overnight.
Kyle was staring at his side profile in the mirror. His cock was semi-erect, a good seven inches. His chest was hairless and while his stomach was toned and muscular, it was flat and for the life of him Tom couldn't stop himself from wondering how his hand would feel running down the smooth stomach. Kyle's calves and thighs were strong from playing shortstop and his buttock's was firm. His skin was like peaches and cream and Tom absently licked his lips watching his son trail his hand down his chest and settle at his cock.
He had to force himself to move quietly to his room. To his shame and horror, he found himself frantically tugging at his belt and undoing his zipper. With his back braced against the door he freed his already hard cock and jerked off to the image of his son. When he came, he wept with shame and disgust. He wasn't a pervert, he wasn't a pedophile. How could this be happening.
It was then that he began to avoid Kyle at all costs. He didn't trust himself anymore. Even at breakfast, he would sneak peeks over his newspaper at his son. He noticed the highlights of blond in Kyle's otherwise dirty brown hair. He noticed the way his blue eyes peeped out from behind the mess of hair that fell into his eyes. He dreamed of trailing kisses down the elongated chin and brushing back the hair that hid his beautiful eyes.
Kyle and home were a torment to Tom. Had he thought he could trust a department shrink, he would have sought help. Then the jealousy began. Shawn and Kyle had always been close, but now Tom projected his own lusts for Kyle onto Shawn. Shawn had always been a bit of a bad boy and Kyle seemed to look up to him for that.. They'd spend weekends out drinking even though Kyle was underage. Tom feared what else Shawn and Kyle did when they were out alone together. It didn't seem natural that they should spend so much time alone together.
Then it happened, the night before Shawn's disappearance. Linda went out with Tom's sister to a movie. It left he and Kyle alone. Tom's plan was to order pizza, watch a game and stay away from Kyle. The plan changed when Kyle sat down with his father on the sofa. Tom was keenly aware of his son. He caught his sent, a mixture of ivory soap and a slightly sweet fragranced cologne. They were sharing a bowl of microwave popcorn and each time Kyle leaned over to grab a handful, Tom got harder and harder.
"I'm getting a beer," Tom announced abruptly, "Want anything?"
Kyle flashed him an innocent pleading look and Tom broke his no drinking policy for his son. He returned with two beers and a stern command.
"Don't let your mother know I gave this to you."
A six pack later and Kyle was draped over his father, one hand resting on his thigh. He was laughing at everything. Tom knew he'd be in trouble if his wife came home and found her son like this, so with much begging and pleading, he finally dragged Kyle by the wrists and up the stairs to his bedroom. He started to undress him but suddenly Kyle was ticklish and kept squirming. As much as he wanted to believe one thing led to another, he knew it didn't. Tom made a conscious decision not to leave well enough alone. He purposely tickled the boy until Kyle was laughing breathlessly and struggling to keep his father's evil fingers off his sensitive body. Tom pushed his son towards the bed and straddled him, holding his arms above his head with one hand and letting his free hand sneak up the rucked up tee shirt of his son.
Kyle squealed, pleading with his dad for mercy, he stopped squealing when the tickles became touches and the touches roamed over his chest, his stomach and grazed his sides. In one wide-eyed moment, Kyle was sober and staring up at his father flushed and confused. Tom couldn't help himself, he could have pretended it was all a game and ended it, but instead he stared down at his boy and let his roaming hand work the buckle of his son's belt.
"Dad," Kyle managed to say before Tom leaned down and smothered his lips with his own.
Kyle was struggling beneath him now. Not the playful struggle of moments ago. His son wanted no part of what was happening. Tom used his height advantage and pinned his boy down with the weight of his body. He used both hands to hold Kyle's in place and thrust his hips square against Kyle's. A high pitched squeak escaped his son's lips and Tom drew them into his own deeper. Kyle was bucking against him and it was making him even harder. He risked releasing one of his hands from his son's wrists and slid it between them. In spite of his squirming, Tom managed to slide a hand between the rough material of the denim and his son's briefs. That's when Kyle stilled.
Tom rubbed the semi-hard flesh through the cotton and now Kyle was more rocking than bucking against his touches. A soft "Aah" escaped his mouth and Tom slid his hand into the opening of his son's underwear and watched as his son's head flailed from side to side.
"Dad," Kyle panted.
Kyle managed to somehow get his legs out from underneath his father's. They were spread wide and Tom was nestled between them. He stroked his son inside his briefs and Kyle's eyes slid closed and his mouth was opened. His breath was coming in fast harsh bursts. Tom freed his son's wrists and brushed the now sweat dampened hair out of his eyes. He kissed his son's eyelids, his nose and along his jawline. He quickly took the opportunity to relieve himself of all clothing from the waist down, before roughly pulling Kyle's to mid thigh. His son arched up into him when their cocks brushed against each others. Tom had the two in his hand and he fisted them together until Kyle was whimpering.
The sound of the front door slamming jarred Tom from the ecstasy he was in. He scrambled off the bed and quickly pulled up his underwear and pants. Kyle was propped up on his elbows looking startled. Tom pulled up his son's underwear and helped him out of his jeans.
"Under the covers," he commanded. He had no time to worry about his son's state of mind.
He left the room and ran his fingers through his hair and checked his garments before walking as casually a he could back down the steps. Linda was staring at the mess on the coffee table.
"I'll clean it up," he said from the doorway. "Did you two have a good time."
His wife answered him sharply and then announced that she was going to bed. That night, Tom stayed up until nearly three in the morning. When he came down for breakfast, Kyle had already left.
"Did you two have a fight?" His wife asked.
"Why?" Tom asked defensively.
"He seemed anxious to get out of here before you woke up."
That had been Friday. That night Kyle returned home with his cousin and announced that they were going to hang out. Tom sat up all night waiting for his sons return and if it should take the rest of his life, Tom has vowed to keep vigil by Kyle's side and hope it is not his very presence that keeps his son from coming back.