Well this is just a short story that popped into my head one the way home form school. I was looking out the window of the school bus as we left the bus circle and I saw a girl that look pregnant and I thought about what it would be like for a boy to care for a kid at that age.

And of course I have to make it different thought. My fans know that Im weird like that. But this one is not that bad.

Warning: implied underage sexual activity, bisexuality, a very small amount of incestuous love, (I can barely see it so its not that much) umm swearing, and my bad grammar and spelling.

Enjoy

Such a Young Father and Son

I looked down at the mirror reflection of myself under my hand. I let out a short sigh and wrapped the cover over my son. He flinched slightly but didn’t wake up.

My son is twelve. A year and a half younger then I was when he was born. … Yes my son was born when I was 14 years old. A freshman in high school had a child already.

Most people thought that a 14 year old getting a 17-year-old pregnant was irresponsible. Well it wasn’t my fault she was a skank and didn’t   want me to wear a condom after she seduced me.  I mean, yeah she was hot, and a good fuck, but her plan of me getting her pregnant then getting money form me backfired.

When she told me she was pregnant, my first thought was oh fuck. But now, I can’t think of my life without my son.  I stayed by her side throughout the pregnancy. I helped her deliver John; I was there when he smiled up at me on Christmas Eve, only two days old.

It wasn’t easy for my parents to expect that I was able to take care of him, thinking I would ditch him or something. And Im not gonna lie and say that I didn’t like about it when she was still pregnant, but when I saw him smile up at me with those deep eyes, I couldn’t give him away.

Getting though high school was hell. I was picked on all the time for taking him to school with me. It’s a good thing they didn’t know I was Bi too. They would really have kicked my ass for that. Though I do remember reading ‘ Robert Raven is a fag’ on the bathroom walls. They only said that Cos of my son.

Well either way, here I am; 26 years old with my 12 year old son living in an apartment in Florida. Im single, mostly Cos Im so busy taking care of him and myself that I don’t have time to date. And I really don’t want to either.

The boy beside me, snuggled into his blanket was my pride and joy. He looked just like me. He had my bright blond hair, deep blue eyes and my maturity. He was so mature for his age, but at the same time was so playful and great to be around. He is my mirror reflection in so many ways.

My son, John Raven, finally came out to me about his bisexuality. He was so worried that I wouldn’t expect him or something. But when he finally told me, I just smiled “so am I.” He looked so surprised; I thought maybe he didn’t believe me or something.

“No way.” He said in his high voice. He sat down next to me, his mouth partly opened, starring at me.

“Way.” I assured him. I wrapped an arm about him and pulled him into a one armed hug. “Thanks for telling me.”

I expected him to shrug and say something like ‘its cool’ but instead he leaned over and hugged me with both arms. His body was radiating heat, and it felt warm and comforting.

Maybe that hug was too long to be “fatherly.” Or maybe when he reached up and kissed me on the lips. His lips were soft against mine and his eyes were closed. That soft kiss was too long to be between a father and son.

 When his lips finally parted from mine, I felt something within me stir. Maybe he felt it too, because he had a tingle in his eyes I had never seen before. He smiled a lazy smile and unfolded himself from me and rested his head on my shoulder.

After watching TV for a while I noticed that he had fallen asleep on my shoulder, so I gently carried him to his bed. And now Im looking down at him.

My pride and joy.

My son.

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