This is the story of how my son and I's relationship became more.

My name is James. I am 36 and just recently divorced. My wife divorced me after she found me cheating on her. The thing is I was cheating on her with another guy. As you can guess I am bi. I lean more towards guys, but my ex-wife was an acception. She was a good woman and she did a great many things for me. The best being helping me raise our son Tyson.

Tyson just recently turned 18 and still lives with his mother. He visits me every weekend. And despite know about why his mother and I divorced he loves me unconditionally as do I with him. Over time Tyson has learned to accept that I favor the company of males. He has even been cordial to a few of the guys I have brought home.

But enough about that. Let me tell you how Tyson and I became more than father and son, but partners.

It was on one of the weekends Tyson came to visit and stay with me. As Tyson arrived I could tell something was bothering him though he wouldn't tell me what it was no matter how hard I pried. I decided that at the moment it would be best to just leave it. I asked him several times if he was hungry at all but every time he would just bluntly answer me. Confused I decided it best to just go and make something anyway.

It was several minutes later when I heard Tyson come in the kitchen. He pulled a chair from the table and sat quietly. I looked over his shoulder and found him just staring at me.

"Something up bud?" I asked

"Why?" He blatantly asked

"Why what?" I said turning to face him

"Why am I like you?"

"I am confused Tyson. What do you mean you are like me? Of course your like me your my son."

" I mean why do I like guys like you?" He finally said almost in tears

I stared at him for a moment in disbelief. He must of senses the shock on my face because he wouldn't look up at me.

"Tyson there is nothing wrong with liking guys. I mean yeah it can be confusing at first, but you just have to accept who you are."

He stared at me with his big beautiful brown eyes. He was a spitting image of me when I was younger. He measured at about 6 feet tall, just slightly taller than me. And he nearly weighed a 170 pounds, though a good portion of it was now forming muscle. He had lighting brown hair that was long and stopped at the midlevel of his neck. He was a gorgeous young man. Though the one thing I couldn't stand was the tears that were forming in his eyes.

I finally walked over to him to embrace him. I wrapped my arms around his chest and just held him why he cried. Several minutes later he finally stopped and got up and hugged me back.

"Thanks dad." Tyson whispered

"Anytime son. I love you and I am always here for you."

"I love you too dad."

Tyson sat back down and I finished our food and served each of us a plate. We both ate happily and made idle chit chat. Tyson asked several question about things I did with guys and I gladly answered. By the time we finished eating, I could feel the my soldier was a full salute from answering the questions. I excused myself from the table and made my way up to my bedroom to take care of my little problem.

I shut the door behind me and went to the bathroom and stripped down to nothing. I stared at myself the mirror. There I stood a good 5'10" 165lbs, short but styled brown hair and brown eyes like my son. I recently took to shaving so I was smooth all over. I even took my pubes off so there my member stood at about 7.5inches in the full. I smiled and the headed to my bed. I started to slowly stroke myself to get more into the move. It didn't take long until I was lightly moaning. I continued to stroke for a good 10 minutes before Tyson entered my room without knocking.

At first I didn't hear him until I realized he stood in the doorway just watching me. I quickly stopped and look to find something to cover myself up.

Tyson blushed and started to mumble to himself before finally saying " I'm sorry I just had a couple more questions I wanted to ask. But wow you were really into jacking off weren't you?"

This time I blushed and mumbled something profane under my breath before saying "well answering those questions kind of got me into the mood."

To be continued...

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