I recently went through most of my posts on the site and stumbled upon this one, posted quite some time ago...
http://tugstories.com/viewtopic.php?f=2 ... 3cee538f28
I saw that 'I thought I knew my son' had the most votes and the creativity started flowing... It changed slightly to being from the son's point of view but I think it will still be enjoyable.
I anticipate more chapters but lets not hold our breaths!!
I also tried my hand at selecting pictures of my characters...
Without further ado, here is Tyler in 'Reconsidering my choices'
The first part
There is me:
My dad:
And Shane:
The town’s New Year party was in full swing, we had about half an hour to go till the new year. The punch was finished, the grown ups were all wasted or at the least very tipsy.
The cream of the town was here including my dad, he owned a dozen businesses in town. The police captain, the casino owner, the mayor, and other so-called important people of the town.
“Why are you going to that school? I thought you had the pick of universities?” Mr. Stevens the casino owner asked me after my dad had made his disappointment very clear.
“He does.” Answered my dad on my behalf. “He can go to any university he wishes but for some inexplicable reason, he chose that one. You know he was the region’s best scrumhalf, got offered scholarships to all the best rugby schools in the country. To be honest we have not decided yet.”
I cleared my throat, “Yes I have dad. I told you over and over I am going to the University of my choice.” I looked to Mr. Stevens before continuing, “The way I see it in a few years, people will be looking for variety. If I go to the best school I will be more of the same, if I go to a lesser school I will be in demand when scouts are looking for something different.”
I hoped my explanation was strong enough as I took a sip of the champagne, and looked across the room at Shane. He was tall dark and handsome, the perfect package. I could never admit this to anyone except him but he was the reason I chose the weaker school.
I was the star rugby player of the region, Shane was also good but he didn’t get as many scholarships, and we decided to go to that school together. Hopefully there we could finally start living our life.
Around here, there were no possibilities for us. Small minded people, planned out careers... There was no way a gay rugby player would ever make it big time, we were gonna figure it out together – away from here.
I excused myself from the conversation when my dad restarted bragging about my rugby season’s best tries.
I made sure to walk right by Shane and headed to the restroom.
I walked in and found one man in there and I headed to the urinals. He was done soon and just as he left, Shane walked in and came to stand next to me.
“Are we on for tonight?” he asked quietly.
“Yeah, my dad is gonna pass out within 5 minutes of getting home. What about your parents?”
“I told them I’m going to Brichard’s after party. They won’t be expecting me tillmorrow morning.” Shane swayed a little as his words slurred into each other.
“Are you drunk?”
“Just a little.” He looked up and smiled at me. “Don’t worry I can still perform.” He gave me a cute wink.
“You better.”
I zipped up washed my hands and walked out.
I avoided my dad and hung around some other kids from school until we did the countdown.
I jealously watched over a sea of kissing couples to where Shane was standing also alone and watching me.
The party died down quite quickly after that and my dad and I headed home. My mom left when I was still very young so we were so used to being just us. And he really did find pride in my accomplishments, being a single parent and all.
He barely made it to his bed before collapsing and he was snoring within minutes.
I pulled off his shoes and got a whiff of his feet, I scrunched my nose a little trying to avoid the smell. The sheen on the nylon socks shining in the dim light stirred something deep inside but I ignored it, Shane was waiting for me. I pulled a cover over my dad and closed his door.
I went right back to the front door and opened it. I stepped out into the garden and Shane walked out from the bushes.
We embraced each other and he planted a passionate kiss on my lips. “Happy new Year Lover!”
I grabbed his belt buckle and dragged him inside. I locked the front door and we went straight to my bedroom.
I pulled Shane’s shirt off his torso just as he grabbed two hands-full of my ass.
I grabbed his crotch feeling his dick harden already.
“Fuck. You’re hard already. That’s my boy.” I panted through my increased breathing.
“Yeah buddy. It’s your turn to be the boy though.”
“Oh, is it really my turn? I thought it was your turn?” we made turns being sub and dom, as we both enjoyed having control sometimes, it turns out tonight was my turn to sub.
Shane went to my nightstand to grab the velvet bag, as I pulled off my clothes, leaving me in my loose white boxers.
I jumped onto my single bed and made myself ready, just as I heard Shane pull out the two cuffs he had nicked from his dad’s station. Oh yeah Shane’s dad was a cop.
I placed my wrists at the headboard as Shane locked the cuffs on. He struggled a little with preciseness with the alcohol still stirring in his system but he managed.
“You ok buddy?” I asked as the second cuff locked on.
He smiled at me, as he pulled down his jeans revealing a really tight almost too small black boxer brief.
His junk was stretching the fabric to its limit, his ass doing the same with the back.
He grabbed our belts and proceeded to tie my legs to the separate lower bed posts.
I gave a little tug at my bonds as my boner pitched a nice tent in my loose boxers.
Shane jumped onto the bed and straddled my waist, his round ass inches from my dick.
We started kissing again. He made a trail down my neck over my nipples, made a quick stop in my pits, before traveling down my rolling abs to the trimmed bush peeking out from my waistband.
With one hand he pulled down my waistband and with the other he pulled down his own, as he placed his mouth over my dick he kicked his briefs across the room.
He went to work on me with his mouth. He was really good at it, I felt my entire body tingle as he sucked on my cock. All the while pumping on his own dick.
I got closer and closer, but Shane didn’t slow down.
“No edging tonight?” I whispered through clenched teeth as I tensed pulling against my bonds, a feeling of ecstasy already coursing through my nerves.
He didn’t even seem to hear me as he just continued at full speed.
I felt the orgasm rush through my body, I curled my toes out of delight and closed my eyes.
I opened them looking down watching Shane swallow my cum.
Then it happened.
My nightmare was about to start.
His face changed from bliss to worry, as I saw his gag reflex take over.
The alcohol and cum didn’t mix well I guess, but he was about to hurl.
He jumped up and made a beeline for the toilet.
I heard him vomiting for a couple of minutes then it grew quiet.
Too quiet.
“Shane?” I called as loud as possible without making too much noise. I didn’t want my father to wake up.
“Shane!”
Silence.
Fuck. Did the bastard pass out.
“Shane!” I pushed the volume a little hoping I could wake him up.
I shook my wrists trying to get free, I searched for the keys to the cuffs. The velvet bag lay right next to me on the bed but there was absolutely no way I could reach it.
“Shane!! Fuck!”
I looked around but there were no ideas, there was no way to free myself.
I felt my dick become harder than ever. This feeling of utter helplessness was turning me on. I looked down at it, the seven inches sticking straight up to the ceiling.
I thrashed in my bonds a little bit testing just to prove to myself that I was truly trapped.
The seconds ticked by as I dreaded what would happen if my dad woke up before Shane. The fucker, he wasn’t supposed to drink.
“Shane.”
Still silence.
As the adrenaline subsided so did my hard dick and soon I managed to fall asleep.
I was jolted awake by some sharp noise.
My first instincts were prevented by my bound body. I couldn’t do anything.
My heart pounded as I heard heavy footsteps walking down the corridor.
My bed wasn’t in direct line of sight through my open door, so there was hope.
The footsteps passed by. I was frozen stiff not making a single sound or movement. Maybe, just maybe my dad would go back to sleep and Shane can still get to me.
I heard the fridge close and the footsteps came back.
I closed my eyes. Wishing that my dad would just pass by.
I opened my eyes as his footsteps passed by my door.
I gave a small sigh of relief, seconds before I heard him shouting, “What the fuck!”
SHANE!!
In my wish I had forgotten that my dad needed to pass the bathroom without seeing my buddy naked and passed out.
“What the fuck is going on in my house!” I heard him yelling as he headed straight to my bedroom.
He walked in, his toned mature body tensed as he laid eyes upon his confident young rugby stud, squirming on his bed trying to get free.
“I can explain dad. It’s not what it looks like?”
He stared at me, I pulled at the cuffs. “Shane get in here.” I shouted out of frustration.
My dad’s eyes darted back and forth across my spread out body. Then he spoke “It looks like my son is a fag. His boyfriend tied him up. And their game got out of hand.”
I lay in silence for a few seconds, struggling to accept how accurate my dad’s summary was.
“That’s what it looks like, but if that’s not what’s going on then please explain?” he continued.
I was at a loss for words, still silently straining against my cuffs, hoping something would break.
Then Shane walked in, his smooth tanned body moving slowly, the hangover had him in its clutches. His left hand was cupped over his dick.
He grabbed the velvet bag as I glared at him.
My dad unexpectedly grabbed Shane by his bicep and pulled him away from me, taking the keys away from my fuckbuddy.
My heart sank.
“Go home Shane.” Came a very short instruction from my dad.
“But…”
“I said go home.”
“Yes sir.”
I watched in silence as my friend grabbed his underwear and clothes and dashed to his freedom.
We heard the front door slam shut. Silence still permeating my room, the only sound a slight rattle from the cuffs I kept straining against.
“So this is why you chose the other university? To be with him?”
My silence was also an answer, fuck how was my dad so accurate with his assumptions.
“Well. I am just going to have to convince you to change your mind.”
That’s when my world turned upside down as my dad got an evil grin on his face.
“What the fuck dad?” was all I got out by the time he had slammed his strong hand over my mouth.
“Mmmmpp, mooph. Maaaah” I screamed into his hand, no sounds escaping.
He looked around and couldn’t find anything to gag me with until he remembered the velvet bag in his hand containing the keys to my horrible predicament.
He stuffed it into my mouth, pressing my tongue down and filling my mouth substantially.
I gagged as he left the room and started pushing the bag out, it was big and a little difficult to get out lodged into my jaws like it was but I was managing.
Just as I was about to get my freedom dad was back with tape.
He pushed the velvet bag back into my mouth and placed a strip of tape over it, satisfied with his work.
I should have waited before starting to push it out, because the strip came off easy and I started working the bag out again, and he saw that.
“That won’t do.” He whispered under his breath.
I saw him calculating.
He pulled off a much longer piece this time and started wrapping it around my head. Maybe 4 times.
Among the tape sounds I heard my phone vibrate and glanced its way. It was on my bedside table, and within reach. But my gag had taught me a lesson. I had to wait until I was alone.
My dad stood back. Happy with his work, luckily missing the phone on the bedside.
“Mmmpph” I screamed into my gag but nothing.
“Now think long and hard about which school you will be going to my boy. I won’t give away any secrets, but I think you know what to do to regain your freedom.”
He walked out and slammed the door shut behind him.
I stayed silent trying to listen where he was, wondering if it is safe to reach for my phone.
It vibrated again.
I reached over and at the full extent of my movement I barely grabbed it between two fingers.
It slid slightly further away.
“aaappphhhhhh” I yelled in frustration.
I tried again, pulling against the cuff with all my might.
My fingers pinched it and I had it in my hand.
I tried to unlock it with my face but it wouldn’t. I guess the gag that hid the lower half of my face kept it from working.
I punched in my pin and I felt hope returning to my mind.
The messages were streaming in from Shane. 6 texts had come in from him.
I opened them up:
Fuck bro.
Sorry for bailing
What are we gonna do
Fuck
Sorry!!!
My mind raced. I typed.
Free me you fucker
I tried keeping it simple.
I hoped he had a plan.
OK. OK. Let me know when the coast is clear.
He had a point. I needed to let him know once he could get past my dad. I quietly placed my phone down again.
I resumed to struggling for what it was worth.
Having the keys to my freedom taped in my mouth with no way to get them out was absolute torture.
Would dad really just forgive me and free me if I went to the university he wanted me to go to?
Was I willing to sacrifice long-term freedom for immediate release…
