I’m 19 years old and a freshman in college. I was on the wrestling team in high school and helped them win the state championship. I got a scholarship and was now on the college wrestling team. I’m 6’1″, 197 pounds, and since I lift weights every day, I have a well-defined chest, six-pack abs, and large muscled arms, biceps and legs. I have short blond hair and blue eyes. I also sport an 8-inch cock with a 2-inch girth.
When I was 16, my mother was killed in a car crash. The loss was devastating to me. I loved my mom, and we were very close. My dad had a stressful job that kept him busy all the time. He would leave the house at 7:00 am each morning and usually wouldn’t come home until 7:00 pm at night or later. He would also have to go out of town fairly often. Because of that, he never went to any of my Little League games when I was a kid, or to any of my wrestling matches when I was in high school. My mom took me to all of my games and went to all of my wrestling matches. She was the one to teach me how to drive, and she helped me out with my homework. We could talk about anything, and if I asked for advice about girls, she was always willing to help.
When my mom was killed, my dad’s brother, my Uncle Paul, who was a successful lawyer, sued the other driver and we won a large settlement. We also got my mom’s insurance money. I thought that my dad would quit work or at least slow down, since he was now very well off financially. To my surprise and great disappointment, he actually started working even more. I really couldn’t hold that against him. Maybe that was just his way of coping.
One day my dad came home earlier than he ever had before, and he seemed to be in a good mood. He asked me if we could talk, and of course I said yes. He asked me if I was going to be busy the following night, and I told him I had wrestling practice, then I was going to hit the weight room for an hour, but I should be home before six.
He said he wanted me to meet someone, and he asked me to call the local steakhouse and order three ribeye steaks with lobster tails and a salad and have them deliver it. He said he would be home by seven and he wanted to have dinner right after he got home. He then started opening cabinets and asked me if we had any wine.
“I don’t know, dad. You know I don’t drink, so I’ve never looked.”
He finally found a bottle of red wine, and he said, “This won’t last long. I’ll buy another bottle on my way home tomorrow.” He took three wine glasses out of the cabinet, washed them, and set them upside down on a kitchen towel to dry. He then sat down at the kitchen table and asked me to sit with him.
“Son, I know I haven’t been the best father in the world, and I want to apologize for that. I put my job before my family while I worked hard to get ahead. Well, it finally paid off. I was promoted to vice president of the company today.”
I said, “Congratulations, dad!”
“Well, that’s not all the good news. The reason I wanted to make sure you would be available for dinner is because I want you to meet my fiancé.”