Tommys Story
Ok, let me start out by saying I still love my real dad, in spite of everything. I just wish the feeling were mutual. God how I miss him. Maybe someday he will be able to forgive me for who I am, what I am...But Im not holding my breath.
I still have fond memories of when I was younger, like 12 or 13 of him coming to my scout meetings and my diving competitions and stuff. I know I was not what he was really looking for in a son, but until that day, he did his best to avoid seeing it, or maybe I was just better at concealing it from him. Growing up I was not the super jock that he wanted, mostly because I took after my Mom in the genetic department. I was always the smallest kid in class. Im in decent shape from diving and everything, but lets face it, even today at 18 Im not going to be mistaken for some super jock. Im only 54 and 120 lb.. On top of that I was sort of a late bloomer, but at this point Im well past puberty. Dad on the other hand is like 62 200 lb., and played football in High School and in college (just a Division 2 school, not like he was a superstar on the road to the NFL). I was always, well how should I put it, a sensitive kid. I did very well in school, not top of my class, but mostly As and B+s. Generally more interested in Art and Music than athletics, although I did enjoy diving. Generally I was a pretty good kid, not very aggressive. That didnt mean that I didnt find myself over dads knee on a pretty regular basis, say about 1x a month on average growing up. Mostly it was for crimes of omission, such as neglecting my chores or something like that, rather than crimes of commission. Well that and for having a smart mouth. Any ways, I generally thought that the spankings I got were fair, or could at least see how he considered them fair. For the most part they were bare butt hand spankings, but if I really messed up I knew that the belt was always a possibility. Yeah I probably got that about oh, twice a year or so. But Dad was always calm and collected about it and I never had a doubt in my mind that he loved me.
Let me step back and say that we live about 20 miles from a large city in Central Ohio. It once was all farmland, but now its sort of on the outer suburbs, lots of farms being turned into sub developments. Dad is a conservative Christian type. Mom died a long time ago, and my step mom, well she was ok, but we were never all that close. Any ways dads word was law around the house.
I didnt have lots of close friends, except for Billy. We sort of grew up together. We were in the same class at school and went to the Baptist same church. Billy was about 18 months younger than me, he is 16 and Im now 18. I was redshirted in Kindergarten because I was so small. Despite the age difference, Billy has always been bigger than me. He hit puberty about the same time I did. His personality has always been much more outgoing and dominant than mine, sort of more of a natural leader. Well in case you havent guessed by now, Im Gay. Until a few weeks ago, deep in the closet, but gay none the less. A lot of kids at school, well I dont know if they knew or just presumed that i was, or it was just their way of picking on me cuz of my size, my mannerisms (no Im not a flamer, but not super butch either) or the fact that here I was a Jr. in H. S.. and had never had a girlfriend. Certainly not out of the closet, heck, in my school you just dont do that. But lets just say that nobody would be floored or totally disbelieving of it if it came out. That would be a social disaster of the first magnitude. The teachers and administration were hardly PFLAG types and in the halls and locker rooms there were tons of fag bashing jokes that got told without any hint of disapproval from either student or faculty.
Well Billy and I well when I was about 14 and he was about 12 or 13, we started to do some messing around together, you know basic pubescent exploration stuff. Not that we did it all the time, but often enough and we sort of occasionally still did it. Mostly when Billy was real horny and couldnt get any from his girlfriend, or was between girlfriends. He was always the more dominate one. Well about a week ago we were in Billy's room, I was naked, on my knees giving him a blow job. The music was on and we thought we would have the house to ourselves for a few more hours. We didnt hear his mom and little sister (she is in 9th grade, and a brat that Billy didnt really get along with all that well, and she never liked me at all) come in. Well we got caught. Billy's mom was none to pleased with him. Me well I got kicked out of the house, personal non great. Being the older one, well she blamed me for seducing her lil boy. That's not to say that she saw Billy as blameless, and knowing his dad, Im sure that Billys butt got blistered big time for it. Im sure for the sake of his own skin, Billy probably did nothing to dissuade them of the idea that it was mostly my fault.
Well, being forcibly separated from my best and only true friend was not the worst of it. I knew that due to his sister, Lil Miss Blabbermouth, it would be all over school the next day. I knew that for the next year and a half at school my life would be a living hell. Id seen it happen to a couple of other kids. Wedgies on a regular basis, being tripped in the hallways, made to suck off the jocks in the bathroom (well never saw that but I had heard about it) the whole nine yards. Billy could probably survive, he was much more accepted in school than I was, and after all he was the one who was getting blown, I was the _c_o_c_k_ sucker. He was known to have lots of girlfriends. Yeah he would probably get a lil ribbing about it, particularly if he passed it off as just taking advantage of the lil fag to get his nuts off. Not sure that he would want to do that to me, but, heck he might to save himself. It would definitely be the smart move on his part socially.
Wait, it gets worse, much worse. Billys mom, well as she was kicking me out, she told me that she saw no option but to tell my parents about how I had been sinning. I pleaded with her not to, but well she was far from in any mood to listen to me. I got home and there was my dad, waiting for me. I could see the veins in his head pulsing. He was pissed, very pissed. Now normally when i get s spanking he is under control. Mostly because he makes me go up to my room, and stand in the corner, pants and underwear down for about a half hour before he comes up to spank me. Not this time. As soon as I got in the door, he grabbed me and started to rip off my clothes. Right there in the living room. He was shouting at me, quoting the bible about how what I did was an abomination. That he was not going to have a Damm _c_o_c_k_ sucking Fudge packing Faggot for a son. Before I knew it I was naked, well not naked cus my pants and underpants were around my knees, so I couldnt run. He had his belt off and pushed me over the back of a chair and just started to wail away on me, yelling and screaming the whole time. Now normally when I got the belt it would be like 1x my age worth of licks, the worst I ever got was 2x my age, and he would always keep the licks concentrated on my butt. Not this time. He was failing away, my butt, the backs of my legs, my back. Heck once I tried to get up and sort of turned over, but that didnt even stop him, he just kept on going, whipping the front of my thighs, dam Im lucky he didnt get my balls with that belt.