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Probing Christopher
by Kip Hawk (kiphawk@hotmail.com)

***

A man helps his thirteen-year-old son find out if he is 
gay. (Mb, ped, nc, 1st, anal)

***

"Christopher, are you gay?" came the voice from the 
doorway.

The thirteen-year-old sat silently on his bed, too 
shocked to answer the question his father was asking. 
He could feel his face starting to blush.

"Answer me, boy, are you gay? Or maybe you're just 
curious? I'm not mad, I just want to know."

Stuart Sloan was not angry at his son. To the contrary, 
he was rather aroused by the idea that his cute little 
boy might be a faggot who would let a man shove his 
penis up his tight little ass. Like many paranoid 
parents in contemporary America, he regularly checked 
his kid's internet browser history to see what sites he 
visited, and had recently discovered that Christopher 
had downloaded some porn from a site called "Big Dicked 
Dudes."

"Um, I don't know, Dad," the boy answered meekly.

"I know you have been looking at some inappropriate 
pictures on the internet, Christopher," Stuart said 
calmly, "the computer keeps a record of the sites you 
visit." 

Like every savvy kid of the cyber age, Christopher knew 
this, but this time he had simply forgotten to erase 
his tracks like he normally did.

"Yeah, I guess I am a little curious, Dad," the boy 
admitted.

"Well, that's only natural, son. Many boys are curious 
about having sex with other boys and men. Tell me, have 
you had sex with anyone, a boy or a girl?"

"No, Dad."

"An older man, perhaps? Maybe one of your teachers?" He 
was particularly thinking of his English teacher, Mr. 
Morris, whom he had noticed tended to look at the young 
boys in his charge rather too intensely.

"No, Dad, no one, honest!"

Stuart was somewhat skeptical, as he remembered the 
sexual hi-jinks he had been up to when he was 
Christopher's age. "What about Matthew?" he asked, 
referring to Christopher's best friend.

A pause followed before Christopher answered.

"Well, Matthew and I have jerked off together a few 
times, but that's all, I swear."

Matthew was a damn cute kid who had virtually lived at 
the Sloans' house the previous summer. The Sloans had a 
pool, and the boys spent most of the summer frolicking 
in it. Stuart enjoyed sitting on the deck beside the 
pool watching them in their innocent yet vaguely 
homoerotic play. The two made quite a stunning pair. 
Matthew's dark hair contrasted nicely with 
Christopher's blond locks, and each one had a rock hard 
ass that could make a Greek god do a double-take. 
Stuart had decided then and there to fuck one or both 
of the nubile young lads if he got the chance.

It looked like Lady Luck was now dealing him some 
winning cards.

"Did you touch Matthew's penis?" Stuart asked his son.

"No, Dad."

"Did he touch yours?"

"No, Dad, nothing like that happened. We just jerked 
off together, talking about girls and stuff."

Stuart interrogated his son further. "Were you thinking 
about the girls or looking at Matthew?"

"Um, looking at the girls, I mean thinking about them."

"Are you sure?" his father pressed him.

"I guess I was looking at him, I mean he was right 
there and all. I don't know if I'm gay, Dad, I just 
don't know. I like Matthew an awful lot."

Stuart's cock was throbbing in his pants as he conjured 
up the image of the two horny young teenagers beating 
their meat together, quite probably on the same bed his 
son was now sitting on.

"I know you do, Christopher. But sometimes a boy your 
age will have a crush on a friend, but it's just a 
temporary phase," his father explained, "though of 
course some boys do turn out to be gay."

An awkward silence hung in the room.

"Well, Christopher, there is one way to know for sure."

"What's that, Dad?" the youth asked in earnest.

As an answer, Stuart issued a command to his son. "Go 
to the bathroom and get the jar of vaseline," he 
ordered.

While he knew what vaseline could be used for, 
Christopher did not understand his father's request.

"Why, Dad?"

"Just go get it and bring it back. Don't make me ask 
you again."

The confused boy got up and went down the hall. He 
returned a minute later, carrying the jar of petroleum 
jelly tightly tucked under his arm. He walked into the 
room and nearly dropped the jar, however, when he saw 
that his father was standing there fully naked and 
sporting a massive erection.

"What are you doing Dad?" he asked in disbelief.

"Well the one way to find out for sure if you're a 
queer is to have you get fucked up the ass to see if 
you like it. So I'm gonna help you find out."

Christopher was astonished, but his young cock hardened 
in an instant.

"But you're my dad!" he protested.

"Yeah, which makes it perfect. I only want what's best 
for you, and I'll be gentle and loving. I will love you 
whether you turn out to be gay or not. This way you get 
to find out if you're gay, and I get my rocks off. Dads 
have needs too, you know."

"I don't know, Dad, it's kind of weird."

"Yeah it is, but life can be weird sometimes. Now do 
you want to take your clothes off yourself, or do you 
want me to rip them off of you? I'm gonna fuck you one 
way or another, Christopher. It'll be easier on you if 
you cooperate."

The boy noted a vaguely threatening look on his 
father's face that he had never seen before. He doubted 
that his dad was really motivated by a desire to help 
his son discover his true sexual orientation, but he 
knew that the man meant business. He nervously pulled 
the t-shirt over his head and began to fumble with his 
belt. 

"Turn around," his father ordered, "I want to see your 
ass first, and pull your pants down slowly."

Christopher blushed but complied with his father's lewd 
order. He turned so his back was towards his father, 
then unbuckled his belt and slowly pulled his jeans 
down below his knees. He left his boxers in place.

Stuart enjoyed the sight of his son standing there with 
his jeans down and his firm little ass straining 
against the plaid fabric of his boxers.

"Now take your shorts down, slowly."

Christopher obediently pulled down his boxers, and 
Stuart whistled when he saw his boy's bare ass come in 
to view.

"Now I'm going to enjoy fucking that!" he shouted 
obscenely.

Christopher was still struggling to understand what was 
going on.

"Are you gay, Dad?" he asked, turning his head towards 
the increasingly excited man.

"No, Christopher, I'm not gay, but I do like to fuck a 
tight boy ass. And I've been noticing your ass for 
quite a while."

Stuart also wanted to see how his son was doing in the 
dick department, so he ordered Christopher to turn 
around. The kid did so, revealing a prick that had 
grown to full staff.

"Well you just might be gay after all," he said when he 
saw the young erection. "You have a nice-looking cock, 
boy. You're growing up to be quite a stud." 

Stuart observed Christopher's penis further. It was 
rather skinny but nearly five inches long, and was a 
slightly darker shade than the rest of the kid's skin. 
A thin band of pubic hair ran horizontally above its 
base and a pair of balls in a hairless scrotum hung 
underneath.

But this moment was not about Christopher's cock, as 
pretty as it might be.

"Get on the bed, on your hands and knees," Stuart 
ordered, "I'm gonna do it doggy-style, the way real 
fags like it."

"But, Dad, I dunno about..."

"Get the fuck up on the bed and stick your ass out, 
Christopher," the man interrupted. "Don't make me ask 
you again." 

Christopher shuddered and complied with the lewd order. 
His father was a strong, muscular man and Christopher 
did not want to incur his wrath.

"Now that's a sight for sore eyes," Stuart sighed as he 
looked at the butt thrust out towards him, ready for 
his taking. He opened up the jar of vaseline and dug 
out a big glob of goo, which he promptly spread over 
his seven-and-one-half-inch cock. He then placed his 
penis against his son's sphincter and pushed into the 
forbidden object of his lust. He stopped when just his 
head was inside, his head swooning from the heat and 
tightness of his son's virginal ass.

"Oh, Dad, it hurts! Take it out!"

"Shush, kiddo, it'll hurt at first, but it'll get 
better. Just hang on," was Stuart's response, who then 
added "here comes some more" before pressing his 
assault further.

"Owww!" Christopher screamed.

"Fuck, that's nice," Stuart grunted. Man and boy were 
each caught in their own worlds of pleasure and pain, 
respectively. The sensations spreading over Stuart's 
penis were so delightful that he could not wait any 
longer, so he plunged the rest of his massive meat into 
his boy with one forceful thrust of his hips. 
Christopher wailed, but Stuart ignored him. He wiggled 
his dick from side to side inside the kid's tight ass, 
then began a slow in-and-out fucking rhythm. He pulled 
his rod nearly all the way out of Christopher's butt, 
then slid it back into his asshole. This went on for 
several minutes. In, out, in, out. Gradually 
Christopher's cries subsided and Stuart's pumping 
increased its tempo.

"Come on Christopher, give me your boy ass! Give me 
your tight little boy ass!"

Christopher didn't respond to his father's latest lewd 
command, he was just waiting for the reaming to end. He 
didn't really like what was happening, although he 
realized that it had ceased to hurt.

"Come on Christopher, shove your ass back on me, give 
it to me," his father repeated, slapping his son hard 
on his right ass cheek.

With his ass stung by the sudden spanking, Christopher 
started to back up on his father's cock as the man 
fucked him.

"Yeah, that's it. That feels so good. I'm gonna cum. 
Gonna fucking cum up your ass. Your fag ass. Here it 
comes, oh fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" Stuart bellowed as he 
ejaculated inside his son. 

Stuart collapsed on top of Christopher and father and 
son lay without speaking a word for several minutes.

"So, are you a fag?" Stuart asked, breaking the 
silence.

"I don't know. It hurt at first, but it stopped. But it 
still didn't feel good."

"Well then, we'll have to try again tomorrow to be 
sure," Stuart answered as he got up from the bed and 
left the room. 

END

Hope you liked it, boys! Please send comments to 
kiphawk@hotmail.com.

©2007 by Kip Hawk. All rights reserved. 

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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