David gleamed a certain satisfaction from watching his father’s futile search for the small yellow envelope- an envelope that had unleashed both excited eroticism and malignant indignation. The handwriting was itself enticing - large swirling characters in rich blue ink intertwined to reveal his father’s name, but disguise something much more secret. It had begged to be opened.

“Are you sure there was nothing more?” Tom asked his son. “I was expecting something else. It was important.”

David carried on peeling the potatoes, careful not to meet his father’s stare. He’d hidden the letter in the top drawer of his bedside cabinet, where he also kept his magazines. The water had become cold and muddy so he undid the plug, scooped out the peelings and watched the dirt wash away.

“No, that was all, I think.” He had managed to sound nonchalant, hoping his father wouldn’t notice his stiffening erection.



Tom wondered what his son had done with the letter. He knew by the evasiveness in his voice David had intercepted it and the embarrassed swelling in his shorts told Tom he liked it. He took a moment to admire his son’s body, lithe and youthful, and imagined the letter’s author looked the same. Suddenly he, too, was very horny but, unlike David, was experienced enough not to show it.

“How was school?” Tom asked disinterested. He didn’t bother waiting for a reply but continued, instead, to enjoy his son’s discomfort. Then he slid behind David and patted him casually on the shoulders.

“I’m off for a shower. Call me when dinner’s ready.”



Dinner was ready but David savoured the opportunity to be alone. He could hear the distant hiss of the shower and imagined warm streams of water pressing against his father’s soapy body; which reminded him of the letter and kept him hard. He adjusted himself slowly and withdrew his hand from beneath his shorts. Long spindles of sticky pre-cum caught amongst the feathered density of hair.

Inside the bathroom Tom was thinking about the same thing, wondering where the letter was and masturbating frantically. Already, he was composing a reply.

To feel your soft smooth skin under mine. To feel you shudder as I press my cock inside you, fuck you on your back, suck your nipples, grab your nuts, fuck harder, stroke your dick, cum and squeeze.

Take your shaved sack in my hand. Massage your loose cords between my thumb and forefinger. Watch your excitement grow as I prepare the bands.



“Dad are you ready, dinner’s on the table?”

“Yes, I’m coming! I’ll be out in a minute.”

David always managed to interrupt Tom’s sexuality. This time he had ruined Tom’s aim. Rivulets of semen ran down the shower curtain and formed a tiny, cloudy pool on the steamy floor. Naked, Tom bent down to clean it up. Sometimes he wished David had been one of the millions of hapless sperm he’d wiped off many floors. He threw the toilet paper at the bowl and flushed it twice to make sure there was no evidence.

David poured some water into a dirty glass and began stacking the dishes. The dishwashing liquid was almost empty and no one had bothered to wash the tea towels. “Who will do this when I’m gone?” he allowed himself to ponder, although he knew he’d probably never get away.

Tom had gone to bed taking a copy of the ‘GayFetish’ magazine he’d bought secretively during his lunch break. Carefully he perused the vast number of personal columns for young, local subs into ‘cbt’. One in particular stood out – Tom had answered it before.

I am a young man who is interested in finding a master to devote my body mind and soul to. If you want to dominate me and strip me of my manhood then please contact me by writing to GFIntroduction, Add Number 2658, Greentown, NSW 2537. I am ready to waiting to loose my nuts.

There was a knock and suddenly the door was open. Tom had no time to hide either what he was reading or the pleasure he was deriving from it.

“What do you want, now”? He boomed at David, temporarily unaware of the missing yellow envelop in David’s hand.

“Just to give you this. I wrote it for you, Dad.”

David walked across the room naked and erect. His balls were shaved and he had brought lube, just as Tom had stipulated in their correspondence. Tom was shocked and repelled, but remained captivated by the sexual-ness of his son’s body. David took his father’s hand and placed it on his nuts. Instinctively, Tom put his other hand on his son’s arse and started fingering.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” Tom whispered as he tightened his grip, painfully, around David’s balls, although he didn’t need an answer. “Of course it is my son” he thought to himself. “This is all you've ever wanted.”