Chapter 05

His hands slipped from around his father’s waist just as the front wheel of the motorcycle roared up the steep embankment and lifted up off the ground as the bike became airborne. Justin went tumbling backwards and hit the dirt trail hard with his thigh and then his hand. He cried out loudly as he rolled and tumbled down the steep hill and off into the thick brush that was beside the trail until he banged into a large fir tree. He lay there, breathing hard and trying to simply collect his wits when he looked up to see the bike coming back for him.

Justin smiled as he sat up and rested his back against the tree. This was turning out to be better than he had hoped and he had no idea why Robbie had always been against him coming. So far, they had gone up the bike trail twice, the first time slowly but the second time his father had opened the bike up and it was a real rush for him. The spill didn’t exactly make him proud but at least he had rolled as his father had taught him.

The bike roared as his dad gunned it and popped a wheelie right next to him before swinging the bike around and causing a real dust cloud to swirl around them both. He loved the way his dad was playing and enjoying the time together. Maybe Robbie just didn’t want to share all this, but then lately Robbie had become rather a pain. For a brief second he still wondered what had happened that the cops had to come by but so far his dad hadn’t said a word, which was okay with him. Lately, just mentioning Robbie’s name drew a scowl and bark at best, so he wasn’t about to ruin what was turning out to be a great little diversion.

Walter Fisher idled the bike down and stared down at his youngest son. He sighed a little as he looked at the young boy, just 16 and still showing his youth. He was only 5 foot and 10 ½ inches tall but then he had grown almost an entire inch from this time last year so there was still hope that he would reach at least 6 foot. Justin only weighed in at 152 pounds, which was just enough meat to make him tough in the corners and under the basket but that height, he would have to see if Justin had been doing his stretching exercises.

Walter “You okay, Justy?”

The use of his nickname startled him a little and he glanced up at his father to see him beaming down at him. It sure did feel good to have him feeling so happy, and he loved it when his dad called him ‘Justy’, it was almost like they were pals and not just father and son.

Justin “Yeah, my ass is sore though.”

Walter “Haha, I am sure, nothing broken?”

Justin “Nope, ‘cept my pride, should have remembered that slope was coming up, guess I was having too much fun.”

Walter “Guess so, sure everything is okay?”

Justin “Yeah, can we go again?”

Walter “Haha, now that’s the spirit, okay, hop on and we’ll do one more turn and then back to the cabin.”

Justin “All Right!”

Justin felt like he was in heaven, as he jumped up despite the wincing pain in his side and he hopped onto the bike and wrapped his hands around his father’s middle, feeling the man’s pride in him. He settled down and snuggled in closer, making his body curve into the backside of his dad. The firm grip of his dad’s hands pulling on his hands and bringing him in even tighter felt good and before he could say anything his Father turned around and stared into Justin’s eyes. God he was sparkling, so Justin thought as he smiled even though neither could see due to the helmets.

The bike roared and in another cloud of dust they were off up the slope again and this time Justin held on and the moment the bike was airborne he felt a strange sort of exhilaration that made his heart pound and his head swim. The sight of the ground leaving and nothing but air and trees ahead was definitely a rush to a young 16 year old and he couldn’t have asked for a better time.

They raced down the trail and came to the starting point again and he braced himself, hoping his father would open it up even more but instead he felt a slight disappointment as the bike came to a rolling stop just short of the entry point of the circular trail.

His father shut the bike down and signalled Justin to get off. Reluctantly he climbed off and took his helmet off, not sure if he should beg for another go around the trail or just let it go. After all, it was a perfect day so far and he didn’t want to do or say anything to upset the mood. He stood there as he waited for his father to take his own helmet off and give him instructions on how he wanted the trail bike rolled back to the trailer.

Walter “How’s the back Justy?”

Walter Fisher’s face was smeared with dirt around his eyes but the spark inside of them could be seen clearly. Justin couldn’t help but smile at his father, who stood 6 foot 2 inches in stockings, with riding boots on he was at least an inch or two taller and he was all muscle. He wasn’t sure, but he thought his dad weighed about 215 or 220 pounds but it was pure muscle. You couldn’t find an inch of fat on him and that always made Justin proud. He had seen other kids dads and how they had that middle age bulge and some where just downright fat, but not his dad.

Justin “Okay, bit sore but it doesn’t bother me, I mean, if you wanted to go around again, I can handle it, really, it isn’t that sore!”

Walter “Yeah? You sure it isn’t hurting too much?”

Justin “No sir, honest, it really is okay, probably hurt more later but honest, it is okay for now.”

He looked like a small puppy dog looked when it was staring at its master. The eyes wide open and the mouth sort of hanging down as it wanted a treat, and it instinctively knew that looking that way would get his master’s attention. Justin was just like that, his own bluish green eyes were wide open and his mouth just slightly ajar, the glaze in his eyes and tinge of a whine in his voice just made Walter laugh and slap his son hard on the shoulder.

Walter “Haha, no stopping you is there, Justy?”

Justin “No sir, guess not.”

Walter “Haha, well son, I guess you have earned that extra ride then, go on, go for it.”

Walter stood there, watching the expressions crossing his young son’s face and he felt the twinge in his heart and the glow deep inside. The pride he was feeling was unbelievable and he was glad that he had decided to come to the cabin now, after all Justin would soon be starting his senior year and it was time he accepted his place in the family. His lips curled a little as he waited for Justin to finally comprehend what was being given to him.

Justin waited at first, his heart racing as he realized he was getting a chance at another run through the dirt trail and as anxious as he was, he didn’t want to blow the mood by rushing to the bike before his father climbed on and was ready. Slowly it dawned on him that something was wrong, his father wasn’t moving towards the dirt bike but was just standing there, smiling at him with the widest grin he had ever seen on his face. God, what could that mean as he started to fidget a little.

The ache was becoming unbearable as he kept looking at his father’s beaming face and then to the empty bike and then back to his dad’s face. Was he supposed to go first? That wasn’t normal and besides, it would be hard for his dad to get on if he was, oh shit could he? Fuck, was his dad actually, shit there was no way but then he saw the smile widen even more as the crazy notion flashed through his mind.

Walter “Well, you going to go for it or not?”

Justin “You mean by myself?”

Walter “Well, unless you are scared, sure, I think you have earned it, unless…”

Justin “No sir, I want to, but, I mean you said when I was, really? I can take her around myself?”

Walter “Yes, but keep it at medium throttle, I don’t want to have to hike along the trail to find you if you take a spill; besides your mother would get upset if you came home with a broken wing, so… go on, let’s get this show on the road, Justy/”

Justin “YES SIR!”

With that, Justin jogged over to the bike and climbed aboard. He straddled the warm bike, getting the feel for her as he let his heart slow down a little. The adrenalin was pumping like crazy through his body and he could feel his muscles trembling with the excitement of the moment as he slowly relaxed, leaning down into the comfortable seat. His eyes scanned the instruments and he saw the key and turned to his father who gave him a thumbs up. That was all he needed and the bike roared into life once more.

The rush of the warm air past his head was unbelievable as he soared down the trail, dust spewing out back and he knew he should slow it down a little but hell, this was his chance and he wanted to make the fullest of it. He cruised around the bend and came racing up the long incline, to the top of the hill where he slid the bike to a skidding halt.

Dust swirled all around him as he stood there, the bike throbbing underneath him, and he felt like a Knight surveying his domain as his blue green eyes glimmered and he felt like he had just conquered the world. He stared down at where he had just come from, the dust only just beginning to settle and then he turned his gaze back towards the rest of the trail, to where he was going and for a strange reason he felt sad. His heart ached a little and a strange sense of foreboding entered his young heart.

Like any 16 year old, he shrugged the feeling off but it wouldn’t leave him and he sighed, not sure what it meant but slowly his mind forced his attention back towards the moment at hand and he gunned the engine, feeling it roar and tremble between his legs. Once more, that fleeting darkness crossed his heart and shook him but the roar of the bike and the feel of it quickly shunted the cloud away. He adjusted his helmet and once more settled himself onto the seat, and in a flash of light of his visor he was once more off tearing down the track towards the next bend and the next. The adrenalin was pumping again and he felt once more like a crusading knight, riding off on his trusty steed to do battle with some mystical creature.

It was nearly 7 o’clock by the time they drove back up to the cabin, the bike resting quietly on the trailer behind the family truck as his dad had surprised him one more time by waving him on for a second solo shot as he had come back to the starting point. He didn’t need any second signal as he had shot off like a rocket and the sense of freedom was unbelievable. For the first time he felt like he had actually measured up to his father’s expectations and that made his chest swell with pride. At last, he had succeeded at something that meant something and the smile never left his face all the way back to the cabin.

Dinner was four micro waved TV dinners, two each, and they felt good and for a third time Justin was surprised by his father tossing him a beer. He rarely let him drink and when he did it was usually no more than a half glass of beer or wine, but today seemed to be a day of firsts for Justin. He sipped at the beer slowly, unsure if he should match his father’s thirst or not, opting for the safe route of just taking it easy. That never got him into too much trouble and he couldn’t get over how much his father was smiling.

With dinner finished and his beer empty, Justin couldn’t have felt any better in his young 16 years than he did at that moment. He was the young knight, the one who had come home after vanquishing the mythical creatures of the middle realm. He leaned back on the kitchen chair, just as his father did and looking at them, you would swear that you were in a time warp. The younger version of the older one was sitting across from each other.

Walter Fisher gazed with total love at his youngest boy and he could feel that stirring again, and this time he knew it would need to be satisfied, but then, he deserved a treat too, after all he did let the boy go around a second time on his own, and that was after pushing forward the time for Justin to go solo. How quickly they grew up he thought as he finally pushed himself away from the table and reached into the refrigerator to grab two more beers.

Walter “Come on, Justy, let’s get these dirty clothes off and have a soak in the hot tub.”

Justin “The hot tub? It’ll take a couple hours to heat up won’t it?”

Walter “Nope, turned it on before we left, just in case one of us took a spill, come on, it will help ease that sore side of yours before it really stiffens.”

Just the idea of being stiff started to press on his mind and his look was slowly but subtly changing. He wasn’t just looking at his son but at his prey as he slapped Justin on the shoulder, encouraging him to come along, under his strong protective arm.

That strange sense of foreboding flashed again through his body but the touch of his father’s arm on his shoulder, the almost buddy-to-buddy talk was no match for some willowy doubt. He too pushed away from the table and took the offered beer and walked out with his father to the glass-encased porch out on the rear of the cabin.

It was a perfect spot for the cabin. Isolated where no one could come up by surprise either and the back overlooked nothing but thick dense forest. Huge trees that towered upwards kept the place secluded but even that wasn’t enough, as Walter had enclosed the whole back porch area with one-way glass walls. You could look out on the lush scenery, but no one could look in and see a blessed thing. There were small gaps at the top, enough to let the warm air or cool air in, whichever it was but he had rigged screens to keep the bugs out and around the hot tub itself he had placed several tiki like stands, each one fitted with long burning scented candles.

When the whole family was here, this was his sanctuary, for him and his wife and in the past, when he had come with Robbie, it was still his sanctuary. He let Justin walk in first and he hung back a little, looking out over the steaming tub, watching the small wisps of smoke curl up and float away under the power of the soft breeze that blew in from the top screens.

The heavy scent of vanilla filled the room and Justin noticed that his father had the candles in place. He felt a little awkward as he stood inside the room, staring out at the trees and the branches bending a little as a soft ocean breeze came floating inland. He liked it out here, among the trees and today had certainly been the best yet.

Walter “I forgot the towels, you want to run in and grab two of the large one’s from the linen closet?”

Justin “Sure!”

He watched as his son brushed past him and he could smell the stale odour of young sweat and testosterone and he felt his body tremble a little. Walter always was nervous at this stage and yet he quickly threw off his own sweat stained shirt, boots, and socks. He had his riding pants zipped down the legs when Justin came back with the two towels and he just looked at his son, his smile a bit crooked but growing wider by the second as his thoughts grew more centred.

Justin placed the two towels on the side of the hot tub and started to unbuckle his riding shirt when his father’s voice called out to him.

Walter “Hey, age before beauty, remember?”

Justin “Uh, yeah, sorry dad.”

It was like he had been doused by a huge wave of pure ice water, the words he always dreaded at home were coming back to haunt him even here and he shivered a little, wishing that just once he could escape the chore that those words normally preceded.

Walter “That’s okay, I am glad that you are anxious, a good soak is just what the doctor ordered!”

He is a good boy; even now, he still knows his duty and his place. Yes, I should have brought him here sooner, but Robbie, well, that is at least finished with for now, but I guess when I get back I will have to do something about him. Too bad he didn’t get his wish, but at least Justin is smarter and he is so much more attractive than his older brother. He is really going to be a lady killer when he grows up.

Justin “Yes sir!”

The pain in his heart felt so real as he slowly moved over to stand leaning against the side of the hot tub. It wasn’t fair, he was 16 and it just didn’t feel right anymore, but then it was his dad, so what else could he do? It was a privilege, or so he convinced himself and besides, he had learnt a great deal from these special sessions, which did help him, but lately, well he felt kind of ashamed afters, like it really wasn’t right or good.

Just like all the other times, he would find a spot in front of his father’s standing figure and lean backwards, his whole body clearly in his dad’s line of sight. Then he would move his legs apart, slowly so his father could see every part of him and he would keep his hands down at his sides. Then he would look straight ahead, right at his father’s stomach and wait until his dad had finally finished undressing.

Walter waited patiently for Justin to find the right spot and get set. This was one of the most important parts of their ritual and it also made him feel almost as good as later, the excitement he felt, as he would stare out at his son’s perfect young body. There had been times when he would have preferred that Justin was nude then, but he found it more exhilarating to watch him undress while he was nude, so it was a trade off. Besides, Justin just never did get the hang of undressing slow enough to really make it count.

His amber eyes sparked as he narrowed his view to centre directly onto Justin’s crotch. He could see a small bulge off to one side of the zipper and the tip of his tongue reached out to lick at the corner of his mouth. Walter knew exactly what was in that bulge and he knew it was not yet stirring but he also knew that would soon change. He reached down to finish unzipping the riding pants he was wearing, the vinyl material making a loud crackling noise as it was opened and he could see the small tremor in Justin’s body as he undid the leg openings very slowly.

He loved having so much time, which was why the cabin was his favourite place to bring the boys. Here he didn’t have to worry about the wife coming home early or some neighbour peering over the backyard fence at the pool, or the phone ringing or any of those annoying interruptions. Here, he could take his time and savour the moment and revel in the time with his boys, where he would take them into a true journey into manhood.

The thought alone was intoxicating and he could feel his own groin stiffening as his desire grew, as the fires raging inside began to boil up and consume him just as his hands reached for the large buckle and he yanked slowly on the belt end, tightening the large wide belt so that it dug hard into his washboard stomach. His eyes saw the bulge shift a little and could almost see a small tremor as it passed through Justin’s legs.

He sighed a little as he licked his lips fully now, his eyes glued to the young basket displayed before him. It really would be so much better if Justin would just take his own time when doing this, it would be so much better but youth, they were always in a hurry but he would have to learn, after all if he wanted to attract a proper mate, he would have to know this stuff, he would have to have it down and memorized otherwise he would never keep someone like Betty.

Her family had lots of money, they were old time residents and they owned a great amount of prime real estate in the area, and would be a good match for his Justin. If he could just keep her interest and keep her satisfied, there was a chance that he could make it a match, but he needed more practise, that was obvious from their discussions. Walter undid the buttons of the fly, and he could see that his son’s bulge was not rising as fast as it usually did, and a frown crossed his face as he slapped the side of his pants.

The sound of his father’s flat hand on his pants startled Justin and he jumped, banging his sore side into the edge of the hot tub. His eyes blazed open and he glanced down at his lap and then over to his father. He could see the eyes, the disapproving look growing on his dad’s face and he felt the sweat starting to form around his forehead. He closed his own eyes and struggled to conjure up some image, any image, so he could stop that frown from growing. It never felt good when his dad had that frown and today had been so perfect, he had to try to salvage what he could and he slowly started to bring up images of super models and rock stars that always excited him. His young hands rested against the side of his legs, the rules clearly stating no touching at this stage, and it was a hard task, but he was desperate.

Every inch of his 5ft 10-½ inch body trembled and shook as he tried to make himself relax, tried to bring his mind under control and concentrate on the task at hand instead of other things. Images of Jennifer Love-Hewitt, Neve Campbell, Brittany Spears, and even Betty started to parade across his eyes and he could feel his breathing finally starting to cool his other thoughts. The despair and darkness were shunted aside as his mind slowly started to focus on the task and he spread his legs a little further apart, stretching the riding pants even more, highlighting the slightly harder bulge that was covered inside.

He wished he could just reach down and rub it, to just run his hand along his soft dick and he could bring it up in a second but the rules were clear so he kept his hands at his sides. They were growing hot and sweaty and itched like hell but he ignored that, concentrating more on making his dick grow without his own touch or the touch of someone else. His mind continued its cavalcade of stars and he was feeling the panic as nothing was really working. Damn it, why was it always taking him longer, shit even asshole Robbie could get it up at the drop of a pin, or so his Dad kept reminding him.

Just the mention of his older brother to his mind seemed to bring up a whole new bunch of emotions that threatened to overwhelm him. He knew that at one time Robbie was his dad’s favourite, but he had won that spot away from Robbie, now he was the favourite, he got to ride the bike solo a whole year before Robbie had been allowed, so he was the favourite now, and that made him feel better. The lump in his groin shifted and he could feel it stiffening as he thought about his victory over Robbie the Perfect, the Ram’s high scorer and where was Robbie now huh? It was him, Justin who was here, showing off for the best dad in the world, so yeah he was the winner and the great superstar was no where to be seen, and that suited him just fine.

Walter pushed the riding pants down to expose his whole body to the leaning figure against the hot tub. His eyes were still narrowed, focusing on the growing bulge in his son’s pants as he reached down and slowly began to massage his own massive tool. Ever so slowly, he reached around the throbbing pole, wrapping each finger carefully around the 1-¾ inch thick shaft of the 8-½ inch pole. With each finger carefully wrapped around, he slowly slid it up the long bulging pole, feeling his blood filling every inch of space along the hot flesh until his hand reached the top, where a generous portion of his pre cum now oozed out and without any hesitation, he quickly coated the palm of his hand with it, smearing it across the fiery head itself and then once more he pulled his hand back down, coating every inch of his massive penis with his own early milk.

He licked his lips several times as he stared at the thickened bulge of his son’s crotch and with his cock fully erect now, shining from the coating of pre cum that he had applied he walked forward, stopping a few inches from Justin’s trembling body. He could tell that his son was excited, even anxious, as he could smell the testosterone that was oozing from his 16-year-old son’s pores. Walter breathed in deeply and he placed his hand along the trembling face, the back of his hand resting on the warm flesh as he saw his boy shudder a little, then slowly his blue green eyes opened so he could gaze into his father’s own amber eyes.

Walter “Your turn beauty.”

His voice was hoarse and cracking as he spoke the few words, the heightened anxiety making him sound like a buzz saw but the desire was clear. His voice may have been cracked, even hoarse but it still held the command it always held and he knew it, as he watched his sons hands slowly move to grip the shirt. As it did, he stepped back, letting his own hands fall to his side, one slowly reaching back and over for the throbbing cock that swayed in the cool night air.

The touch of his father’s hand across his cheek made him shiver but not from excitement but from fear and unease. It used to be a thrill, to know his father cared so much for him, but lately it had changed to one that where he actually dreaded the contact. For a brief second he felt his body rejecting the touch but the idea of surpassing Robbie was too much and he continued to revel in that particular fantasy.

As his hands managed to fumble in removing his shirt, he noticed it didn’t seem to bother his father much. In fact, a quick glance showed him that his dad seemed to be enjoying the slowness of his actions, which actually made him smile a little. The man was his idol, he lived to please him and it was always so painful when he failed, which he did regularly. He never could understand why either, it wasn’t like he was that stupid, or ignorant but he just never quite got it right, and he sighed as the shirt dropped to the floor.

Walter stared at the slow way the shirt opened and gradually the milky white flesh became exposed to the rooms lighting. He staggered a little, his hand clenching the middle of his hard pole as he stared at the opening treasure of his son’s chest. It was unbelievable how much Justin had grown in just the short time since their last lesson.

He could see one, no two new blond chest hairs that were dark against the golden flesh. The very tiny patch of chest hairs made his hand jerk a little as he licked his lips and marvelled at how much his son was growing up. The skin was without blemish as the shirt slowly showed him and his amber eyes blazed with lust as he saw the dark pink circle of his boy’s nipples start to show. He could see the firm nipples, young and pink still and his heart managed to skip a few beats as the excitement was growing inside of his 43 year old body.

The shirt fell to the floor but he didn’t even notice as he continued to move like a robot. His hands jerked slowly down his side, feeling his ribs sticking out from under his puny body and he felt a bit ashamed at what he was showing. His father deserved so much more but it was all he had. He tried to flesh out, to fill his body with more fat but it was a delicate balance, to fill up without ruining his muscle tone. The work was intense and his father insisted that he have little fat if any, because he needed to be in top shape. After all, his dad had not an ounce of fat on him at his age; his son certainly shouldn’t have any.

The family rules were tough at times, especially when he was out with Betty but he didn’t dare cross them. He wanted so much to please his dad, and for the last year it seemed like he had been gaining ground, at least so he thought. Justin felt a strange sadness around his heart as his fingers fumbled with the zipper down the sides of his riding pants, almost like he was all thumbs, but it was more because he felt a sudden loss, a sort of emptiness inside where once he was full. His continued to tremble and his young legs shook and shuddered as he finally managed to unzip the pants and show the muscled calves of his legs.

The buckle was just as awkward for his young fingers as his mind continued to think about Robbie and how much he was taking his place in his father’s life. He knew that Robbie no longer received any special lessons from Dad, one reason why he had amounted to nothing since leaving home. Without dad’s guidance, how did Robbie expect to make it out there? He may have been smarter than Justin but not by much, and without Dad’s help, he was floating around, doing short order cooking at the University, the closest he would ever get to a college degree. Dad had other plans for Justin, and he kept telling him, stick to the rules, follow the lesson plans and you will at least get somewhere other than a kitchen.

Justin started to push the riding pants down his body when a sudden sharp stabbing pain lanced through his whole body. It took him completely by surprise and made him cry out in absolute terror. He felt his skin ripping as the pants pulled at his body and he staggered, only the back of the hot tub held him from falling backwards to the floor. He hadn’t a clue as to what had happened but the pain didn’t stop and he could feel the tears starting to roll down from his eyes as the pain grew even more intense.

Walter heard the cry but his eyes were glued to the shaking figure in front of him. He could see the soft belly coming into view as Justin began to push the pants lower and his desire was overpowering. He had lost all sense of where he was even as he watched the figure suddenly sway and move a bit to one side, then further out of his view and he frowned, anger growing as the body didn’t come back to its proper place.

Walter “Get back in place damn it!”

Justin “I can’t, it hurts, Dad, please it hurts!”

Walter “It hurts? What the fuck are you babbling about, get into place NOW!”

Justin “I, I am trying, my leg, it is like it is on fire, dad please, help me…”

Finally, the words broke his concentration and he blinked several times as he heard the deep sobs finally. He looked up to see his son barely holding onto the hot tub, his pain etched in the throes of some unknown pain and tears were rolling down his cheeks. For a second he felt panic and his own hands dropped from his mammoth cock. His eyes opened wider as he took the whole scene into view and he could see the pants, darkened by something and yet it didn’t register for a few more seconds.

Slowly his mind cleared from the fever of lust that had overtaken it and he recognized that his son’s whole lower leg was purple from dried blood, which was now being mingled with bright red splotches of fresh blood. The pants had pulled several layers of flesh off and the side was raw from whatever wound he had. He shivered a little as he walked over to his son and put his hand on his shoulder.

Walter “Okay Justy, calm down boy, let me look.”

Justin “It hurts dad, why does it hurt so much?”

Walter “Hush, hold on, hmm, looks worse than it is I think. Can you get into the hot tub? We’ll let the water loosen the pants and they’ll come off easier that way.”

Justin “I don’t know, it hurts so much!”

Walter “I know Justy, come on, lean on me and get your legs over the top there, come on, suck it up boy, you can do it.”

Justin could feel the power of his father and despite the unbelievable pain that was filling his young body he gritted his teeth and swung his legs over the edge, the pants still up by his crotch, one side drooping lower, the other held fast to his body by whatever it was.

The tight grip of his son’s arm around his neck and the sudden scent of his son’s odour woke up the ardour in his body and his cock jerked a little, once more sniffing at the air but was quickly shunted aside by the growing concern he had for his son’s well being. He had to admit though, Justin was certainly becoming a real looker and it made his chest swell with pride. He believed that he had a great deal to do with that, and the pride was something he craved. Robbie had given him that pride, but it had turned so quickly to disgust that he still shuddered at the thought. He really didn’t understand it, he had given so much to Robbie, even robbing time from Justin so he could concentrate on making Robbie all that he could be, and for all that hard work he was rewarded by anger and even hatred. There just was no understanding some kids, even if they were from your own seed.

The heat of the water stung him at first and he cried out a little, but the firm hold he had on his father helped to ease his panic as he slid down into the bubbling water. The pants felt like lead weights as his whole lower body sank to the bottom and he felt the hot water lapping around his neck until his father yanked him up from just under the shoulders. He sat up on the bench that was buried and the pain was suddenly easing as he caught his breath. His heart was still beating fast and the rising pain of disappointment took hold of him as he watched his father climbing into the hot tub across from him. Once more, he had disappointed the one person who truly loved him, and it was from his own carelessness too. He should have known that rise was coming up; he should have tightened his grip around his father’s waist instead of daydreaming.

Walter “Pain easing?”

Justin “Yes sir.”

Walter “Good, we’ll wait a bit longer then I’ll try to ease the pants off and we can take a good look at what you did, may have to get some bandages if it is too bad.”

Justin “I am sorry dad, really I am, I should have remembered, and now, I , shit, I really am sorry for ruining this lesson, I’ll make it up to you, I promise, please don’t be mad.”

He is so disappointed, I can see it on his face but he loves me so much and yet all I do is hurt him, disappoint him by being such a fucking wusse, why couldn’t I just take it like a man? Now he is all worried about me and it really doesn’t feel all that bad now, shit I always fuck up, no wonder I need so much attention. He is so patient with me though, he really does love me.

Walter “Hush Justy, I know you feel bad, but we have lots of lessons to look forward to, I know you feel bad, but this one may not be over, we’ll just have to wait and see first, okay?”

He really is a good kid even if he does screw up a lot, but then what kid doesn’t? At least I am there for him unlike other parents, and besides, being a parent is real hard work, you have to do so much for them, show them so much and train them. That is the hardest part, training them to use what little talents they may have. Too many parents don’t bother, they don’t use what is at hand because they are afraid, well not me, that is why Justin is going to make it. As for Robbie, well he thought he knew more than me, where did that get him? If he had only listened to me, he wouldn’t be some damn fruit in a loony bin.

Justin “Okay… I am not a wusse dad, it just took me by surprise, I am sorry, I shouldn’t have cried like that, don’t think I am a wusse, please, I’ll show you, once you get the pants off, honest!”

I have to show him that I can do this, I have to and I don’t care how much it hurts me, he has been so good to me, all the time he spends with me going through everything, if it wasn’t for him I know Betty would never have stayed with me, and who knows, maybe we can hook up for college too, at least I’ll get a shot at it, not like wusse Robbie.

Walter “I know you will Justy, that is why you are so special to me. Now you just lean back and let the water work through all this, and I know you aren’t a wusse. You have done so well today, much better than Robbie ever could at your age!”

The words were like medicine to Justin and he smiled at his father. He could see the concern in his face and he knew deep down that his dad really did love him and to think, even wussing out like he just had, his dad still thought he was more man than Robbie. Goes to show you, the more lessons you have in life, the better you become, something Robbie didn’t understand.