I surrender. I start getting into this, reveling in the perversion, the evil, the sickness. Spit at the Gods, shit on the bibles. Do what I will; do what I need.

"I -- got some friends." I pause, still reluctant to speak my next words. "Some guys on the soccer team, at Carolina, some of 'em, really get into my meat."

"Really? The guys? What do they like about it? Size? Thickness? We've got lots of guys beat both ways, son."

"Does Mom like it?" I'm panting. Panting like a fucking dog. Panting after my hard Dad. He -- proud stud -- grins.

"You bet, son. What do your teammates like?"

"They get off on it, I guess. Couple of 'em are really into how long it is ... most like how thick it is. One or two like to hold up a Coke can up next to it and compare."

I release my foreskin, and it snaps shut over my cockhead, smearing precum. Then I pull it back, because when I touch my cock I almost always start to j.o.

" ... and they like my 'skin. A lot of guys don't have any. Or ain't never seen it. And ... and a couple of guys, they like to clean my cheese off."

"They wash you?"

"They lick me."

Daddy grins ... slowly, like a man who's bitten into an unfamiliar fruit, slowly realizing that he likes the taste. He starts masturbating with me. His hand smoothly flows up along his erection. The scar where he was cut stretches and moves as his hand does the slip and slide.

"Do guys really know how to suck good? That's what I used to hear in the barracks ... "

"Yeah, Daddy. They do. Really good."

My hand's frozen, because I'm watching my father pleasure himself, and my world is spinning, and I'm about to explode.

"Did they just blow you, son?"

"No, Daddy. No." I pause.

"One or two -- they get fucked."

"You fuck them?" Daddy whispers, almost in awe.

"I fuck them," I say, remembering steamy showers and wet jockstraps. "I put it to them. They love it."

"Is Jesse one of them? You stay at his house a lot."

Daddy hawks a load of spit onto his cock, working it into the taut skin. It's unconscious, practiced, and erotic.

"Yeah." My balls are sucked up against the tube of my cock, like a cannon loaded and primed for firing. "Yeah ... Jesse's like a nympho, Daddy. I can't satisfy him. He can't keep his legs closed around me, he keeps turning around, spreading his legs, and showing me his butt when I pass him in the halls. I've fucked him till my dick was raw, till I shot dust up his hole, and he still kept fucking asking for more." Oh these are good memories.

"I sit behind him in Pre-calc, and I keep getting hardons, 'cause I hear him fart and I know it's my jism he's dropping into his jockeys. I've seen the crack of his 501's wet because of the jism he farts out. The guys think he craps in his pants, thinks he's weird."

"Ever had a girl, son?" Daddy asks. "Had one beat you off, blow you, screw you?"

"No, Daddy. No. Just never really been all that interested ... "

"Really? Just not into it?"

"Well, I might try it, maybe. But I get off on guys, Daddy. I just do."

"You sound like you do it good, son," Daddy says. I laugh. Praised again, the warmth joins the heat in my crotch.

"Yeah, I guess."

"You should try something different." He pauses. "If you want. You shouldn't limit yourself."

"I will, Daddy. I will." I'm holding myself one notch below orgasm. My foreskin's sopping with precum, and a big thread of it dangles in the breeze like a strand of spider's silk.

"Have you ever tried something different, Daddy?" An evil grin curls my lips. Daddy's hands pause. His dick's the mirror of mine -- primed, cocked, ready to fire. His voice is low. "No, son, I haven't."

"You want to?"

I mean, there's no reason to hold back now. No fucking reason. Me and Daddy should be executed for allowing this scene. This is evil, we're evil; the walls are collapsing around us, the barbarians are here, civilization is collapsing. And I need it to go on. There's a long pause. That hairy hand of his travels every so slowly up and down that vibrant shaft.

"Son, you ever been fucked by a man?" The strand of glistening lube breaks free, falls like a meteor into the dazzling water. Another begins to emerge, a long, thin transparent worm wiggling out of my body.

"No." Voice is horse. "Guys want to. Eric wants to. Real bad."

"Eric?"

"Guy on the team. He's goosed me in the showers. But he's got a tiny cock."

"You've seen him hard?"

"Yeah. And he isn't going to be the one. The only guy who I'll let fuck me has to have a cock my size or bigger." My eyes shine. My guts calm. There. I've said it, as clearly as I can manage. He shudders. He closes his eyes. He sighs.