The Son I Never Had
By: Keegan Kennedy
Published by Keegan Kennedy
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2011
Copyright: December, 2011
Cover Art by: Keith Yates
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This work contains graphic sex, as well as, bondage, discipline, dominance, submission, and other elements of sexual fetishes and fantasies. All characters in this erotic novella are 18 years or older.
This book is a work of fiction. Places, events, and situations in this story are purely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is coincidental.
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My divorce would be final today…thank God! It was about damn time.
The last six months had seemed like an eternity. That bitch, Tanya, was finally out of my life for good.
The last thing she had said to me was, “Patrick Murphy, you are a domineering bully with no class or tastes for the finer things! Think of me enjoying caviar and champagne, while you are stuck with meat, potatoes and beer!”
Meat potatoes and beer sounded awesome to me…as long as she was no-where around.
I was finally free to reclaim my life…on my own terms. To make life even sweeter, tomorrow just happened to be my birthday!
It was definitely going to be a night of celebration, which would probably be just me killing a six pack in front of the TV. I was beyond cool with that though.
Peace, quiet, beer and the Phillies…. I couldn’t have asked for anything better.
It sure beat the hell out of a frigid, social climbing shrew busting my balls over something like not taking out the trash or having left my dirty briefs on the bathroom floor.
I was going to be 37 in tomorrow. I suppose I was good with that. Might as well be…sure beats the alternative….
At 6’4, I’ve got caveman-sized hands and feet. I’m athletic and 205 pounds. Needless to say, I’m a burly guy.
My body’s got a light dusting of brown body hair on my chest, stomach and legs.
I’ve got plenty of muscle and was trying my damndest to fight off the start of a beer gut. On a good day, I could still fit into my 32 waist dress pants and jeans…unless I had too many beers the night before.
More about me…. I had played football in high school and in college. I’ve always been pretty athletic, but, now, I was a weekend warrior. In my spare time though, I still played golf, racquetball, softball, and, on a good week, I would hit the gym about 5 days out of 7. So, I kept very active.
I guess I’m not too hard on the eyes either.
My mom was Italian, and my dad was Irish.
My short, wavy dark brown hair had just a smidge of gray at the temples. Chuck, my best friend, had told me that I should be dying my hair to attract some younger chicks, but I could care less about that right now. After 13 years of being married to Tanya, I was definitely not looking to jump into anything with another woman. Hell, I doubted that I would ever get married again.
Though, I had to admit that I sure would have enjoyed some lip service and some pussy.
One of the biggest problems that me and the ex-wife had was the sex. While she was all prim and proper, I liked it sweaty, rough and sometimes a little kinky.
She was not having any of that. She considered it beneath her.
I’ve got an overwhelming, dominant side that has pretty much had to remain buried since I got married to the iceberg. It sucked real bad to have to ignore such a vital part of my personality and sex drive. It seemed so unnatural to deny that part of myself.
I liked to be in charge. I liked to call the shots. I liked to be pleased and be serviced. It was just who I am. What the hell was wrong with that?
Also, the size of my cock had been a huge issue...no pun intended.
In the beginning of my marriage, I had been lucky to get it once a month. As the years had drug on, the time between sex had expanded to maybe once every three months.
I swore she had kept a calendar.
I still had an extremely high sex drive, so I had to beat off at least 3 to 4 times a day. So, I was well acquainted with my right hand….
I never cheated on her. Although, I did have my fair share of offers….
My primary sexual outlet during my marriage had been cyber and internet. Over the years, I had chatted with a multitude of willing submissives…some males and some females.
Despite the fact that I had limited experience getting serviced by guys, I actually preferred cyber sessions with the male subs. They truly seemed to understand the significance of the dominant and submissive connection between two people.
After all, most women did not have a clue what men really wanted.
Although I had made a lot of special friends online, I had never met a single one of them. Knowing my luck, I would’ve been busted, and I never wanted to give that cunt a reason to take everything I had earned.
Despite her seeing sex as a chore, Tanya had constantly complained about the length and girth of my cock.
Oh, it’s pretty damn big. I measured it once when I had been in college. It’s slightly over 10 inches long and about 6 inches around.
My cock had made me a real popular guy back in high school and college. Back in the day, I had banged a lot of girls, and they had loved every inch of it.
After Tanya and I had gotten serious, she had made me wait until after we had gotten married. Needless to say, the wedding night had not gone so well….
Now, I was a hardcore advocate of that old saying: Try out the milk before you buy the cow. Therefore, a guy would know if the pieces fit before he was locked into a contract with a cold fish.
The divorce had been a clean break. She had left me for a 60-year old, short guy with a couple of million in the bank and his name on the social registry in Harrisburg. So, I got to keep the house and pay no alimony. Since Tanya had kept putting off having kids, I had no child support to pay.
As soon as the old guy had put an engagement ring on her finger, she had let him knock her up…that bitch. They were going to be married next week. Obviously, I would not be attending their wedding!
I had always wanted a son. Aside from 13 years of a essentially sexless marriage, my biggest regret was not having a son. I had always wanted a boy of my own.
I had a lot to teach a boy…everything from learning to tie his shoes to how to play football…even stuff like shaving, grooming and everything else that a dad could teach a son.
I would have imparted my knowledge of how to be a man onto him and molded him into a son I could be proud of. In turn, he would have also been proud to call me his dad...the whole nine yards.
I supposed that I could still have a kid. Although, if I did, I would be in my middle 50’s by the time that he would graduate high school. That would suck…for him and for me.
Despite the fact that I’m still very physically active, I was a little too old to be changing diapers and chasing toddlers.
That’s why I loved my job. I was the principal at Kennedy High School in Harrisburg, PA. In a sense, my students were my kids. Indirectly, I’ve had thousands of sons and daughters come and go through the years. Along the way, I hoped that I had inspired a couple of them. Perhaps, I had even made a difference in some of their lives. I supposed that would be my legacy.
Of course, you never know where life will take you. Maybe I would have a son one of these days. After all, 37 was not ancient.
***
The day had started out as any other had.
With the old ball and chain gone, I had slipped into an awesome morning routine. Out of bed by 5:00…. At the gym by 5:45…. An hour of weight lifting and 30 minutes of cardio…. After the work out, I would always shower, shave and dress in the locker room. Then, at work by 8:00….
It was the first week of May, and there were only a few weeks left until summer break.
I was in the locker room in front of the long mirror. Leaning over a sink basin, I was putting the finishing touches on shaving. I was standing there in just my white jockey briefs.
As I concluded shaving, my friend, Chuck, came up beside me from the other part of the large locker room.
“How was your workout, man?” I asked as I watched him in the reflection of the mirror. He was in a baggy, white t-shirt and boxers.
“Slow going this morning, Patrick” he grunted as he put his toiletries in front of the sink beside mine. “The youngest watched one of those SAW movies on cable last night, and she was having nightmares last night.”
I turned toward him slightly. “You actually let Chelsea watch one of those torture porn movies?” I asked incredulously.
Chuck sighed. “Guess I wasn’t paying attention.”
Chuck Wilson was the same age as me. He’s significantly shorter and had a distinct receding hairline. Unfortunately, his dedication to the gym and diet definitely left something to be desired. He was 5’11 and about 220.
Of course, he did not see himself like that. Through his own eyes, he still saw the cocky frat boy that he had been 15 years ago.
I chuckled. “Well, I guess you need one of those parental locks on your TV.”
“I suppose,” he said as he started brushing his teeth.
I turned back to the mirror and began to rinse my razor under the water from the sink. I toweled off my face.
“So, are you nervous about giving the speech at Gary’s retirement tomorrow?”
“Seriously?” I asked sharply. “You think I’m nervous? I haven’t been nervous about giving speeches since I was in 7th grade and worried about getting boners in front of the class.”
Chuck was also a principal at Jefferson High on the east side of Harrisburg. Although we worked on two sides of the city, we had the same boss. Superintendent Gary Merchant was that boss, and there was a big luncheon tomorrow for that momentous occasion of his retirement. I didn’t see it as any major chore. I spoke in front of people all of the time.
Just another day on the job….
“So, you got big plans for that birthday of yours tomorrow?”
“Naw, just a six pack and pay-per-view….”
“You need to get out there and hunt down some young snatch. Man, I tell ya, if I was single again, I would be hitting those college bars for some sorority girl nymphos.”
I laughed and rolled my eyes. “If you had just spent the last 13 years married to Tanya, you would be taking a break like I am. Women are too much upkeep.”
“You don’t need a girlfriend,” he continued. “What you need is a one-night stand….”
Since my wife had split, Chuck was always living vicariously through me and offering the advice equivalent to that of a teenage boy with runaway hormones. Constantly, he was telling me to get out there and mount any willing girl in Harrisburg. I assumed he was not too happy in the bedroom with his wife, Carol. He was always bitching about their sex life. I suppose if I had to sleep with Chuck, I would have been as stand-offish as Carol had apparently been, but, of course, I was only getting one side of the story.
“Too many times, women come with strings attached, and I refuse to let another frigid one get her hooks into me.”
“What about a hooker?” Chuck asked.
I glared at him. “And get something that will make my dick fall off? I think not.”
“Use a rubber,” he suggested.
I gave a quick pat to the large bulge in my briefs. “He doesn’t like the latex.”
“No man does,” Chuck replied.
Just then, a kid walked behind us. Walking to the shower, the curly-haired boy only had a white jockstrap on. He appeared to be about 20 or 21.
My eyes couldn’t help but momentarily check out his round ass showcased by the straps of the jock as he walked by.
What can I say? I’m an ass man.
“You see that kid that just passed by?” Chuck asked.
“Yeah,” I replied.
“I swear he was checking out my cock, when I was changing at the locker. I think he wanted to suck it.”
I shook my head and wondered what a good-looking kid like that would want with Chuck’s Vienna-sausage sized dick.
“Well, you said Carol doesn’t like giving you head. Maybe you could get blow jobs from him,” I replied dryly.
Chuck gave me a look of derision. “Fuck that! I ain’t no faggot.”
“I know, man,” I laughed.
“I ain’t that hard up yet,” he said, spitting out some toothpaste.
I wasn’t gay either, but I had played football from junior high through college, so I had many opportunities to have my cock worked on by many of my teammates over the years. I had taken advantage of every blowjob that had been offered by the horny boys on the football team.
I never did reciprocate. That was never my thing.
I also got to check out my fair share of asses over the years. So, a boy in a jockstrap always caught my eye, especially one who wore it well.
There was nothing in the world like checking out a smooth, bubble butt.
I had never been interested in what was in the pouch of the jock, but just what the garment exposed to the world.
Back in high school, my buddy, Rich, had used to blow me all the time. One night I tried to fuck him, but he had whined like a little bitch about my cock being too big…story of my life….
In retrospect, I should have tied him up and gagged him.
He would’ve gotten used to it…I suppose.
Graduation was in three weeks, and the school was in a state of excitement. The first part of the morning had gone by extremely fast. I had spoken in front of two classes of graduating seniors and had a meeting with the superintendent. I stopped by my secretary’s office, and she had my usual, mid-morning cup of coffee waiting on me.
“Oh, Mr. Murphy!” Bernice exclaimed happily in her nasally voice.
Bernice Ketchum had been my secretary for the 12 years since my tenure as principal at Kennedy High had begun. She was in her 60’s, had a red beehive and usually wore church-lady dresses.
“I forgot to show you. My sweet, Peggy, had some new head shots taken at the pharmacy by one of them traveling photographers!”
Secretly, I cringed.
Bernice had been trying to get me to take out her daughter, Peggy, since my separation from my wife.
The porcine woman was 40 years old and had never been married. She weighed in at around 350 pounds and was extremely homely. The unfortunate creature even had a pig nose.
The cards were stacked against her.
As I picked up my coffee cup, Bernice thrust her picture under my nose.
The photo was an extreme close-up of Peggy’s face. Her eyes were slightly crossed, and her lips were pursed. The heavy make-up on the woman’s face did not hide the prominent mustache on the top of her lip.
I forced a smile. “Very nice.”
“She’s single, ya know,” my secretary said, batting her eyes.
“I am sure she will make some lucky man a wonderful bride,” I said as I began past her.
“Oh, Mr. Murphy,” she stated. “Luke Bottoms was caught cutting class again this morning. This makes the fourth time in two weeks! This time around I told him to just go inside and wait for you.”
I shook my head. “Alright,” I said as I walked out of her office, which was a few paces down the hallway from mine.
Luke Bottoms was a great kid! He was also the best shortstop that I had ever seen on the Kennedy High baseball team.
He was very intelligent…. He had the number three IQ in his graduating of 965. He usually made all A’s.
He had never given me any trouble at all for his four years at Kennedy…until the last two weeks.
The boy was about to graduate high school, and I wondered why he had chosen the month before graduation to start acting out. It made no sense to me. I had let him off three times with a warning. Now, I was starting to get frustrated. What was this kid trying to prove?
I wondered if Luke had a real bad case of senioritis.
He was an only child. His father had taken off when he had been around 4 or 5 years old, so he had been raised by a single mother with virtually no contact with his father since.
At first, I thought his acting out was from some sort of changes at home…that’s the way it usually went down.
From what Luke had told me though, everything was cool at home.
I just hoped that he was not getting into drugs. He was a smart kid with a bright future ahead of him.
I just hoped he didn’t do anything to fuck it up.
I walked into my office and shut the door behind me.
Luke Bottoms looked up and gave me a sheepish smile.
Despite the fact that I should have been angry, I could not help but give him a grudging smile.
Luke Bottoms was a real good-looking kid. He had short, dark-blonde hair, a square-jawed face, a mischievous grin, and distracting blue eyes. Although he was a senior in high school, he could almost pass for junior high. Despite his younger appearance, the kid had a deep voice.
I was sure that the kid would get carded until he was 40.
He was fairly short…about 5’8. From what I could tell, Luke had a lean, muscled body. I knew from talking to Coach Murdock that Luke was dedicated in the gym.
Today, he was dressed in his mesh, green practice jersey, snug uniform shorts, and cleats.
The kid had always been remarkably respectful of me. He usually called me Sir. He actually seemed to listen to my advice. I could easily tell from the boy’s eyes that he looked up to me.
I liked that.
He always seemed to make excuses to hang out with me. I assumed it was because there was no male role model at home.
I didn’t mind. I thought he was great.
“What am I gonna do with you, Luke?” I asked as I took my seat behind the desk and propped my size 16 lace-up black oxfords up on my desk. I put my arms behind my head. “No trouble from you for four years, and then all the sudden, bang…your cutting class in your last month of school. My question is why?”
“Uh,” he stammered for a second in his deep voice. “Maybe I just like hanging out with you, Principal Murphy.”
I could not help but smile again. Maybe he did. Who knew? He always did stop by my office or in the hallways to talk baseball, hockey, football….
“I like hanging out with you too, Kid,” I began again. “But cutting classes…. This is your fourth offense. You’re putting me in an awkward position. I’ve suspended many other students for less.”
“I’m sorry,” Luke offered.
“I could understand if it was one class in particular…. A smart kid like you could get bored and distracted real easy, especially toward the end of the year. Aren’t you worried about this going on your record? You wouldn’t want this to hinder your acceptance into Penn State, would you?”
“I turned down the offer for Penn State,” he replied curtly.
“What?!” I thundered as I stood up and moved over to him. “You and I spent a lot of time talking about it! I thought that was what you wanted! They offered you a baseball scholarship and everything.”
“I’m sorry,” he offered tenderly as if I were his father scolding him.
“It’s okay,” I said, reining my protective nature inward. “Why did you decide this?”
“Well, I wanted to work for a year first,” he began uneasily.
Apparently, my strong reaction had caught him off-guard.
“My uncle has a construction company, and I wanted to work with him for a while. Then, maybe school after that.”
“What has gotten into you, Luke?” I asked thoroughly confused.
“Well, uh, I want to help Mom with bills and everything.”
“Your mother is a corporate attorney,” I declared dryly. “She makes three times what I do in a year. Try it again, and this time put a little truth in it.”
I put my hand on his shoulder. He looked up at me. His brilliant blue eyes were trying to melt my stern resolve. I fought it.
“I truly hope you have not gotten into something that you shouldn’t.”
“Like what?” He asked.
“Like drugs, Luke.”
“Drugs?” Luke scoffed. “No, Sir, I would never use drugs!”
“Well, what is it?” I asked, moving back to the edge of my desk and sitting on the corner.
“Uh, I want to stick around Harrisburg cos I like someone,” he admitted.
“Really?” I asked. “Oh…so, you’ve got a crush on some girl. What is she a junior? Is that why you’re hung up on staying around for another year?”
“Not exactly, and it’s not a crush, Principal Murphy.” He paused. “I’m in love.”
I rolled my eyes. “Luke, you are 18. You will be in and out of love dozens of times before you get married.”
“I don’t think so,” he replied cautiously. “What I am feeling is real, Sir.”
“I am sure it feels that way, Kid,” I said, trying to talk him down from his stupid position. “Take it from a man who knows,” I said with a smile. “No girl is worth delaying your life over. You sure you won’t reconsider Penn State?”
“Not till next year,” Luke replied, standing firm.
“Alright, Luke,” I said methodically. “But I can’t let you get off from skipping class again.”
“Are you going to suspend me?” He asked, biting his lower lip.
“No,” I said standing back up and walking to my cabinet. I opened it and took out a paddle. It was a wood paddle painted white with black tape around the handle for a good grip. It had been a while since I had pulled it out.
His blue eyes grew large. “You’re going to spank me?” He asked in disbelief. “I hadn’t gotten spanked since 5th grade.”
“And I’m sure you deserved it too,” I said dryly. “We are about to change all that. Stand up….” I said authoritatively as I moved above him, towering over him like a giant.
Luke stood up, and he began to tremble slightly.
I almost never used corporal punishment on my kids, but I’d given him three shots. Besides, I was going to spank him more for putting off Penn State than cutting class. He didn’t have to know that, though.
Bewildered and a little frightened, he looked up at me. Then, he looked away as if not wanting to make eye contact.
“Where should I go?” He asked uneasily. “Am I going over you knee or somethin’?”
I could not help, but let out a controlled smile. “No.”
“Oh, sorry...I wasn’t sure.”
“Over the desk is fine, Luke.” Putting my palm to his back, I moved him to the edge of my desk. His feet followed my lead. “Bend over the desk, but hold onto the desk with your hands propping yourself up. Stick your ass out, and then up in the air.”
“Yes, Sir,” he replied with a noticeable gulp.