NOTE: Hey guys! this is my first time writing and submitting a story onto this website, let alone online in general. I've read so much smut in my life I've finally worked up the courage to write one myself. So bear with me if the skills seem rough. This first chapter is primarily going to be like a prologue explaining a lot of Charles' background and backstory because I want this to become an actual series with lots of depth, so don't expect any hot sexy action on here just yet. But that'll definitely come in the next chapter!
Chapter 1
I was always a strong man, a soldier, a sergeant, and a dad - or so I thought.
My name is Charles Hugh but my colleagues usually call me Charlie. Life has been a complete roller coaster, but I’m content with where I am now, especially with my most prized possession ever: Max my son. He’s 18 years old now and I’m 51, just a hair away from turning 52 later this year in October. He was a straight A student in high school, always enjoyed and attended his soccer practices and games. As a proud father I always made sure I was there for him. After retiring from the military as a high ranked sergeant for many years, I left with a strong urge to fulfill the role of fatherhood and was so glad I brought Max into my life. It didn’t always go well as planned in his early years but I pulled through. Me and his mother had divorced not too long after he was born and fortunately the conflict wasn’t so heated but rather it was more of a sense of defeat. Let me back up just a bit.
I’m quite the tall man standing at 6 feet and 8 inches from a mix of Celtic and Nordic descent, and people were easily intimidated from just the sheer height. I couldn’t blame them. I graduated high school and immediately went to college for physical therapy. As a side hobby I was really hooked into weight lifting and bodybuilding. I was always at the gym at least 5 times a week and made sure to balance my levels of cardio and aerobic exercises and made sure I stayed on a strict diet. Fortunately I wasn’t the picky type when it came to food so eating the less flavorful and healthy foods like just chicken and rice on workout days wasn’t an issue. Don’t get me wrong I still treated myself with some indulgence but my discipline was top priority.
Right after starting college I entered the realm of competitive bodybuilding and was able to sculpt the best body I’ve ever felt in my early 20’s. Achieving my ripped and perfectly contoured muscles easily led me to winning many competitions. After getting my bachelor’s degree in physical therapy I was really considering entering the military. That’s right when I met my first and only girlfriend Rebecca. We met in college while going for the same degrees. It actually went really smooth and shot off really good in terms of chemistry until she discovered the one flaw I had that I was forever ashamed of.
My dick.
You would think, a Caucasian six foot eight man with a handsomely bald head and a well groomed moustache, goatee and chin beard with perfect Adonis quality muscles would have a penis the size of a horse. Well think again.
On our first night of having sex at my apartment which we were both aware of not rushing so quickly into, when I was giving Rebecca a striptease for her, she gave me all the compliments that gave me the confidence to keep going further. I then took my jeans off to reveal myself wearing a simple classic white underwear with hardly a bulge to show. I already saw on her face that she was disappointed that she didn’t get what she was expecting but I knew she was trying to hide it.
Once I took the briefs off I did my usual bodybuilder poses with my measly 2 inch soft dick with a light forest of black pubic hair almost hiding it. “Oh yeah show me those muscles Charlie…” she said. It seemed she was still interested in the moment but I was still worried my dick would be a complete deal breaker. So I had to say it now to her and get confirmation if she still wanted to go further. “Hey, you don’t think… my dick is… too small is it?” I asked, scratching my head. She smiled as she was laying down on her back and got up on her elbows as she reached over to fondle my puny dick and small balls that were no more than the size of golf balls which looked really small in comparison to my body. “Oh Charlie, it’s alright,” she said, sounding a bit reassuring. “I won’t lie to you, but it is pretty small for how big you are.”
Rebecca paused for just a second, still playing with my junk which did feel really good as she sat up and started grazing her finger tips around my perfect v-line and abs. “But don’t worry, I’m sure you know how to use that, and size doesn’t always matter.”
My confidence shot up so much I dove down and started making out with her. I was so worried after the months we were together that my dick size was going to be the deal breaker but thank god it wasn’t. My cock got hard immediately to a mere 3 inches. It was obviously short but it had a reasonable heft to its girth, about 5 inches. Thank goodness I didn’t disappoint her because the girth was just right for her petite five foot and five inch height. Though it still lurked in the back of my head that she’ll lose interest eventually.
Time went on and we both got married shortly after graduating college at 23. I told her in advance that I was planning to join the military and she was okay with that. We even tried to find a base where she could even reside with me so we wouldn’t be far apart and she could get all the good benefits as my wife. There was a good base in South Carolina so we packed our goods and moved there when I was officially a soldier.
Things were going pretty smoothly as I quickly gained the ranking as a sergeant after 10 years of experience and continued to rank up until Rebecca proposed to us having a child. I was actually ecstatic. We both wanted a child and preferably a son so we went full ham when I wasn’t on duty in trying to conceive Max. It didn’t take much work fortunately and Max was born to the world. I was so happy and so was Rebecca. I was actually a father! But I was still a sergeant so being there for Max all the time wasn’t the easiest, and I already felt a decline in our relationship building.
Whenever I proposed having sex with Rebecca after Max was born, she would usually dismiss the interest or tell me she was too tired, so I was left with a pent up libido and had to take care of it in the bathroom on my own. Even when we were all at home together while I was babying Max, Rebecca was usually in a hurry to go to work within the local community. I was beginning to worry that maybe the urge for motherhood didn’t stick with her after giving birth to Max.
I, on the other hand, would just sit there with my only-a-few-months-old Max in my two hands and would lift him up like Simba from Lion King and gaze into his eyes with a smirk. He always giggled and smiled back at me and that always gave me hope. Whenever Rebecca would leave with a tiny peck on my cheek, I would kind of feel lonely, even though I still had Max, but I wasn’t going to give up on the desire to be a successful father, not yet or ever. I wanted this boy to have the best future he could have.
We eventually ended up divorcing after she told me that she didn’t feel the same as I did of wanting to raise a child which inside made me feel so infuriated especially after all those years we’d been together. But I had to keep my cool, I wanted this to be as easy as possible because my number one priority was to make sure Max was given a sustainable life no matter what the cost was.
On one plus side, Rebecca didn’t fight to have custody for Max since she didn’t have the breath to want to raise him, and thought I could be a better parent for him. It was bitter sweet because I really thought we had it for each other but at least it was going to be mostly easy to finish the divorcing process, minus all the papers and what not.
I was in my 10th year as a sergeant and we were just finishing up on the divorce papers. Max had just turned 5 and Rebecca was planning to move out of state for a better job and a new life. I was mildly concerned because where am I going to have Max stay while I’m on duty? Fortunately I remembered I had a brother who lived a few hours from my base and we got along a lot when we were young. He didn’t hesitate at all in taking him in as an uncle and I was super grateful. I just wanted to finish my full 20 years so that I can retire and just focus on raising Max. Luckily I was able to periodically visit Max at my brother Daniel’s place each year so I wasn’t fully absent from him when he was still just a baby. Daniel made sure to not hog all the bonding time with Max and would reassure that his father deeply loved and cared about him.
Once my retirement came, we were going through the traditional ceremony and I invited Daniel and Max to attend it and they were both excited, especially Max. At just 10 years old he was already able to play sports and critical-think. He was at just 5 foot and 5 inches with a naturally lean body and shaggy short black hair and parted. He was almost just as white as his dad but had a slight tan from playing soccer a lot. When my name was announced I stood up and walked over to the walkway to have my achievements being recognized and meritorious medals being handed over my neck. Many of my friends, Daniel, and even Max and even my father stood up to applaud me, but Max, the adorable child he was, started running down the carpet to come and give me a hug. I was mildly shocked but couldn’t help but squat down to catch him as he leapt into my arms while shouting “Dad!”. I picked him up with ease as he weighed like a feather to me and couldn’t hold back a tear dropping out of my right eye. “Son…” I mumbled to him as he nuzzled against my neck.
“I miss you Dad…” he said, using what strength he had to hug and squeeze my thick muscular neck. “I miss you too sport… sorry I couldn’t be there for you as much in your earlier years… but I’m here now… always by your side now Max…”
After the first tear I couldn’t hold back the reservoir of tears as both of my eyes started to release a torrent of tears now. The audience continued to applaud and some even cried as well from the embrace I showed between me and Max. Even Daniel, a man as big as me but maybe just an inch shorter than me also sniffled a bit from the sight.
After about a minute of that emotional rollercoaster, I let Max down and told him I’ll be right back and to go back and sit with Daniel. I gave my formal speech of my reflection and what I was thankful for all my family and subordinates and mentors that helped.
Once the reception started I was walking down the catered buffet of food with Max sitting on my shoulders with my hat on. He was so enthralled to be riding on my shoulders since I almost forgot how tall I was. As I grabbed my plate of delicious foods I walked over to the table where Daniel and even my own father were sitting. I thought he wasn’t able to attend but was so glad he showed up as a surprise. It was almost comical though seeing how all three of us towered Max’s size. Me being 6’8”, Daniel 6’7” and Brad my father at 6’7” as well made Max look tiny, but that was okay. I really admired the size difference between us.
“So son, what’re your plans now that you’re all retired now?” Brad asked, taking a bite of his food and glancing between me and Max.
“Well, simply put, I’m gonna spend the rest of my time with Max, if that’s alright with you, champ.” I said grinning and glancing at Max.
“Yes! Of course I don’t mind! Daniel’s taken good care of me while I waited for you to come back.”
Max was almost too excited to even eat his food as he just sat there with his elbows on the table and his chin resting on his hands as he stared at me, almost like he was mesmerized by me. I couldn’t blame him. I still held pride in my physique after all these years servicing in the military. I definitely got it from my father. Even though he was at the age of 65 and I was 43, he held onto his own bodybuilding physique from his days really well, but with the natural features of an older man with his gorgeous silver short hair and full beard and moustache, and more tan than me as well.
“Don’t forget to eat up champ,” I said, taking a bite of the steak I got. “Especially if you wanna grow up to be as big as us! Isn’t that right Daniel? Dad?” The other two hunks giggled and nodded in agreement as they pulled their polo short sleeves up and flexed their ginormous biceps next to Max. Max was sandwiched between the two as I sat across from him. “Woooow…” He knew we were big and fit but it was probably one of the few times he’s seen us flex. Maybe I’ll go back into bodybuilding as a side hobby and show him the strings of what it takes.
“I wanna be as big as you dad!” He exclaimed, feeling Daniel’s and Brad’s biceps before he started chowing down on the food. “You’re already a good father Charlie,” my dad said, smiling as he observed Max and admired his potential. “He’ll be a big strong man in no time.” He grabbed one of Max’s shoulders and padded him in reassurance and then glanced at me, giving me a wink. I smiled and ate some more of the food since I didn’t realize how hungry I was since I was up so early to prepare for the ceremony.
After a moment of content silence between us since we were all a bit hungry, Max then spoke up again. “Dad, I wanna join the military just like you!” He blurted out, almost very confidently. It took me aback a bit since he was still so young. I have no problem with him doing whatever he wants. I wanted him to be his true authentic self but I was worried a bit that he wanted to do exactly everything I did. “Are you sure son?” I asked, concerned. “I have no problem if that’s what you want, but I don’t wanna force it on you. You’re still young after all.”
“I know, I just wanna be as big and strong as you too!” His eyes looked determined and I was lightly worried there was no turning back.
“Well champ, if that’s what you really want then I won’t stop you. It’ll definitely be a big road ahead of you and you’ll have to follow strict discipline.”
“I’m sure he’s got the potential,” Brad said, padding the boy on the back. “He’s definitely got the military blood in him. I mean, look at us, we’ve all done our due diligence. I highly doubt he’ll have a problem.”
“Thanks dad,” I said, sighing a bit in relief.
“Don’t worry brother, if there’s anyone he could rely on it's you of course,” Daniel said, now padding me on the back.
“Thanks brother,” I said, staring at Max with a smile.
After some more chatting, I finally lifted my glass of wine and made a toast. “Cheers! To a better future for my favorite son and us all!” We tapped our glasses as Max used his plastic cup of soda and drank.
The next 8 years with Max in primary school and the years after that are probably going to be the best I’ll ever have, and I can’t wait to see where that’ll take me, or us.
