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His son's funeral would begin at any moment. Nevertheless, Jacob was still at home. More specifically, in his dead son Anthony's room. In his hand he held a gun. With this weapon Anthony had killed himself. Jacob knew that all of this only happened because he met Steven. Their fateful meeting happened about 4 months ago:

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At the time, Jacob was attending a support group meeting. He didn't want to, but his wife Amber didn't give up and so he did her a favor. Shortly before, his youngest son Anthony, had come out as gay. Since then there has only been stress at home. His wife told him he wasn't supporting Anthony well enough. But why should he support that? He couldn't see anything good in having a gay son. Jacob wouldn't say he hated these people, but he didn't want anything to do with them either. All the "equality" fuss was too much for him. These people just weren't normal. And his son was one of them. And yet he tried as best he could to understand Anthony's situation. And now he was sitting here. Only fathers of homosexual children were in the group. Their stories interested Jacob only minimally. Some even burst into tears. When another reported how he had accepted his son for who he was and was now very proud of him, Jacob couldn't help but laugh a little. After a while he noticed a man his age sitting there with his arms crossed and also barely participating.

"At least I'm not the only one who has to put up with this shit" thought Jacob.

After another father burst into tears and failed to continue, the therapist suggested taking a little break. Jacob immediately took this opportunity to go outside and get some fresh air.

"Pretty pathetic the whole thing?" said a voice beside him.

It was the guy he had noticed earlier.

"Yeah man, you can say that," Jacob replied.

"My name is Steven. Call me Steve” the stranger introduced himself.

"I am glad. I'm Jacob."

The two men shook hands.

"You know Steve, I'm really doing my best to support my son, but this support group is to much. I don't think I can go back in there."

Steve laughed.

"I can understand that. It's a big sacrifice of yours to even come here for him,” Steve said.

"Well, the same can be said of you then," Jacob replied.

"Not exactly. But Eric was always so emotional, it sure would have meant a lot to him.”

"Was emotional? What do you mean ‘was’?” Jacob wanted to know.

"Well, when he was alive. He killed himself. About half a year ago.”

Jacob was a bit shocked.

"I'm sorry, man. I had no idea..."

"Oh, you don't have to be sorry. I think the session is going on. Shall we run away?”

“I really would like to. But my old lady makes a huge fuss when I come home early” Jacob regretted.

"You already have your confirmation of participation, don't you? Just come to me for a while. I invite you for a beer."

Jacob considered Steven's offer. He found it quite strange that a father whose son had killed himself only 6 months ago was so relaxed. But he didn't want to go back to those other pussies from the support group under any circumstances. So he agreed. After a short drive they reached Steve's home. Arriving in the living room, Jacob looked around while Steve got the beer. When he came back Jacob had to ask him something.

"Is the boy standing next to you in this picture Eric?" Jacob asked.

He pointed to a picture showing Steve and an athletic boy in front of a football stadium.

"What? No he's not,” Steve replied.

"A friend of his?"

Steve laughed.

"No. Kyle could never be friends with a fag like Eric. Kyle is the son of a good buddy of mine. We watched the game together there.”

Jacob was even more confused now. He looked around.

"You mean you don't have a picture of your son anywhere? Did you dispose of them all?”

"Oh, I kept a few certain ones. Here's your beer,” said Steve.

Steve took a long sip while Jacob considered asking further questions.

"Is everything alright man? Maybe I should have let you join the support group,” Steve joked afterwards.

"I'm really sorry if I bother you, I'll stop. But I'm just curious. You seem to have handled your son's death well," Jacob said.

 “I don’t know if there was much to handle. To tell the truth, I was quite relieved when the fag finally took his own life. I could hardly bear to see his fag-face every day anyway. I don't know if you can somehow understand that."

Jacob took a deep breath.

"Steve, I understand you more than you think. It's so good just to hear a man say what he really thinks."

"I'll tell you something Jacob. I'm not sad about some fag killing himself. I'm at best sad that the real son I could have had was never born."

"You don't have any other children?"

"No. I mean, Kyle's kind of become a son to me now, but we're not related by blood. My girlfriend and I are trying to have a baby right now, I hope it works. Do you have any other kids?”

"Yes, I have an older son, Adrian. He's been in the army since last summer.”

"Toast to that!" said Steve.

Time passed and a few beers later their discussion reverted to their gay sons.

"How did Eric actually kill himself?" Jacob wanted to know.

"Pills. I don't know if he had planned it for a long time. I remember a week before that he asked me if I would like to celebrate his birthday with him like I used to in the old days. As if we were a real family. I laughed at him and told him that a fag can never be part of a real family. Then on his birthday I called Kyle and his buddy to congratulate him. Wait here."

Steve show Jacob a picture on his phone. It showed a boy with a bloody lip and a black eye.

"You beat him up?"

"Yes, it was lovely. You should have been there.”

"Wait, didn't you say the boy in the photo above is called Kyle?"

"Yes, that's him. Kyle bullied Eric almost every day.”

 "Fuck man... this is so crazy... and kinda hot."

"Right? But if you think that's cool, wait a moment."

Steve got up and went to his office. He came back with a piece of paper in his hand.

"What is that?"

 "This is his suicide note," Steve said, handing it to Jacob.

Jacob started reading. Eric described how sorry he was about everything. He apologized to his father for not being a real son and said Steve would have a better life without him.

"Dude… that's amazing."

 "Every time I fuck my girlfriend, I read this letter first. This is better than any potency pill. What about your fag son? Is he bullied too?”

"To be honest I don't really know. He hardly ever talks to me about school.”

"If I were you, I would find out. Believe me it's damn awesome.”

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Jacob's cock was rock hard as he drove back home from Steve. That evening he fucked his wife for the first time in a long time. She was completely overwhelmed by it.

“Wow this support group has been really good for you. You can tell straight away that your mind is much freer,” she said.

Jacob didn't tell her, of course, that it wasn't because of the support group.

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For the next few days Jacob tried to carry on as if nothing had happened. But he couldn't stop thinking about the visit to Steve and his stories about his dead son. Again and again Jacob imagined Anthony being bullied. One afternoon he couldn't take it anymore and decided to get on with it. He knocked on Anthony's room and said he wanted to talk to him. Anthony was surprised, but seemed pleased that Jacob was so interested in him.

"You know you can tell me if anyone is bullying you. If there are any idiots at school who discriminate against you.”

"Dad... how do you know that?" Anthony asked.

"I'm your father, I can tell." Jacob lied. "So tell me, son."

Anthony seemed to be beaming with delight that his father was showing so much interest in him. And so it suddenly gushed out of him like a waterfall.

"You know Dad, I haven't told you yet because I wasn't sure if you were ready yet, but I have a boyfriend. His name is Marco and he also goes to my school. He's just perfect. I love it so much when we spend time together. And he's a great singer. You should hear him sing... and you know yesterday..."

"And you're being bullied by someone at school?" Jacob interrupted his son.

"Oh Dad, it means a lot to me that you're worried..."

Jacob had to try not to laugh out loud. Little did Anthony know the truth couldn't be further away.

"Like I said, you can tell me." Jacob offered.

"Yeah, that's right, there's that disgusting Rob. Him and his gang of dumb idiots, always calling us names and shouting silly sayings and noises. That's why we've already stopped holding hands when we're at school. Recently Rob intercepted me and threatened that if he caught any of us somewhere at night he would beat us to a pulp. How can anyone be so stupid and mean in this age, Dad?”

"Oh I really can't answer that. Do you think I should have a word with him?”

"I don't know dad. That could make things worse. It was a great help that I could confide in you.”

 "Good as you say. You know what? Invite your boyfriend over for dinner. I would like to know him. How about this Saturday?”

"For real? That would be great! Thanks dad!”

As Jacob got up and quickly made his way to the bathroom, he had to be careful not to reveal that he just had a boner. The idea of Anthony and his "boyfriend" being bullied by this Rob made him extremely horny. And gradually a plan began to mature in him that he absolutely wanted to put into practice.

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"Thank you again for the invitation, Mr. and Mrs. Stone. The food was really fantastic,” said Marco after finishing the last spoonful of his dessert.

"Oh thank you. You're being too kind,” Amber replied.

Jacob was very glad that dinner was finally over. It had cost him a sustained fortune to pretend spending time with his fagot son and his "boyfriend" was fun.

"It's crazy how late it is. Would you like me to drive you home, Marco?” Jacob asked.

"Can't Marco stay a little longer?" asked Anthony.

"It's okay Tony, your dad's right. It's getting late and I still have a lot to prepare for the singing club tomorrow. But you don't have to drive me, Mr. Stone. I don't live too far away," said Marco.

"I insist. What kind of person would I be if I let a boy like you walk home alone in the dark?” Jacob answered.

And so Marco finally agreed. Jacob told his wife that he would stop by a friend's afterwards and that it will be later until he gets back. While Jacob was already in the car, he watched in the rearview mirror as Anthony and Marco kissed goodbye.

"Disgusting," he said quietly to himself.

But he knew that when this evening was over, it would never happen again.

"Hey, it just occurred to me that I need to get something from the grocery store. Would it be okay with you if I do that first before I drop you off at home?” Jacob asked shortly after they drove off.

"Of course, no problem, Mr. Stone," Marco replied.

It took a relatively long time before Marco seemed to notice that something was wrong here.

"Are you sure that there is a grocery store nearby, Mr. Stone?" Marco asked uncertainly.

"We're not going to any grocery store, faggot," Jacob replied coolly.

Marco's eyes widened in fear and he began to stutter.

"Shut up. We're almost there."

Shortly thereafter, Jacob parked the car on the side of the road. It was pitch black and not a soul could be seen far and wide.

"Get out, faggit."

"What... what... are you planning to do with me?" Marco whimpered in panic.

"GET OFF, FAGGIT!"

Trembling, Marco obeyed the order. Jacob also ordered him to kneel. He then took a baseball bat out of the trunk.

"Hold still!" Jacob shouted while swinging the bat in his hand.

He swung the bat. Marco tried to get up but stumbled. Jacob stopped with the bat just before he would have hit Marco.

"Please please. Mr Stone, let me go. Please don't hurt me..." Marco pleaded while tears rolled down his cheeks. It was a pathetic sight that only increased Jacob's hatred.

"You're lucky, Faggit. I will not hurt you. Not today,” said Jacob.

"But in return I ask that you do me a small favor. Tomorrow you call Anthony and break up with him. If he asks why, tell him that he was just an experiment for you and that you have no feelings for him. After that, you cut off all contact with him. Got it?” Jacob added.

"Yes, Mr Stone."

"Good. And if you lose a word about what happened here, to anyone. Then I promise you my little fag friend, I will find you and then I will hurt you.”

Marco nodded.

"Well then, have a nice evening," Jacob said and went to the car.

"Mr. Stone… we're in the middle of nowhere here… how am I supposed to get home?” Marco whined.

Jacob grinned.

"Try hitchhiking. I'm sure some old perverted fag will be happy to pick up a boy like you here."

As Jacob drove off, he watched the terrifying boy crouching. Dinner was worth it for this sight, he thought.

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"Are you serious, man?" Steve asked, amused.

"Yeah, I'm telling you mate, you should've seen it. He cried like a little girl. Too bad I didn't have a hand free to film it,” Jacob said, sipping his beer.

"Yeah, those fags are so weak. Eric always whined at every little thing too.”

"I can't wait to see Anthony's stupid face. Especially after that awful dinner. Watching these two fags act like it's normal for them to be dating...it made me really sick."

"I believe that immediately, man."

"By the way... have you talked to Kyle yet?" Jacob asked.

"Yes I have, he's in," Steve replied.

Satisfied, Jacob took another sip of his beer.

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In the days that followed, Anthony hardly left his room.

"What's wrong with him?" Jacob asked his wife.

"You know, Marco broke up with him," she said.

"Oh really? This is a pity. I really liked the boy,” Jacob lied.

After talking to his wife, he went to see Anthony. It took a while before he was even ready to talk, but Jacob didn't give up. He listened carefully while his son told how bad things were for him because of Marco. It made his cock so hard.

"You know my son, I know it's hard to understand, but the older you get, the more you realize that there are just people who don't like you. That Marco didn't love you. You didn't mean anything to him. I know it hurts, but that's how it is sometimes."

"That's not helping me, Dad!"

"Sorry... my boy, what do you think if you take your mind off things and hang out with me?"

 "We both together?"

"Yes why not? You're so interested in art. It is currently this exhibition in the city. Shall we go there together tomorrow?”

 "For real? That would be great!” Anthony replied happily.

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So the next day, the two went to the art exhibition. Anthony was more pleased than he wanted to admit. That his dad had actually agreed to do this to him was a miracle. Anthony never really felt close to his dad. But lately he suddenly seemed very interested in his life. And Anthony liked that.

Shortly after she left the parking lot, Anthony's dad's cell phone rang.

"You have what? That is unbelievable! I've been trying to get one of these cards for weeks with no success. Are you serious? Of course I want to come with you! If I start right now I should still be able to make it in time. Wait a minute, it doesn't work..."

Anthony saw his father look at him in disappointment.

“I am going to an art exhibition with my son. It was really nice of you to think of me. But unfortunately I have to decline. See you."

"What's up Dad?" Anthony wanted to know.

"Oh, you know my colleague Chad. He got tickets to the football game today.”

Anthony suddenly felt bad. He knew his father was only doing this for his love. After a moment's thought, he came to a decision.

"You know Dad, you're welcome to go to the game. For real. I'm going to the exhibition alone,” Anthony offered.

"But that's not possible, my son."

"Sure it's possible. I really don't mind Dad."

Anthony's dad beamed. He thanked Anthony and hurried back to the car. Of course, Anthony did mind. The chance to spend time with his dad certainly didn't come around anytime soon. But that's the way it was. When Anthony's dad drove past him in his car, he didn't even look at him.

Anthony took out his 2 tickets and threw one away. Then he got up. Shortly after he left the parking lot, 2 menacing looking boys blocked his way.

"Well what do we have here? If we haven't found a little fag there," one of the boys said spitefully.

Anthony wanted to leave quickly, but they held him tight.

"Not so fast. What do you have in your hand there?” asked the other and snatched the ticket out of his hand.

"Ah, the little fag wants to go look at pictures."
 
"Give that back!" Anthony protested.

"Or what?"

One of the boys punched Anthony in the face.

Anthony was too shocked to really feel the pain. Why had he run into these two of all people? Why was his life so terrible at times? Anthony looked around, but there were no other people here.

"Nobody will help you, fag."

One of the boys then punched him in the stomach. now Anthony felt pain. He collapsed.

"I'll go to the police."

"Oh yes? Do you think you can go anywhere after we're done with you?"

Anthony was suddenly afraid like never before.

"Come on get up. Here take the stupid ticket” said one of his tormentors and held out the ticket to him.

Anthony pulled himself together with all his strength, but he was hit again in the stomach. As he writhed on the ground in pain, the 2 boys laughed out loud.

"You got that?"

 "Yes, its on cam."

Now Anthony saw that one of the two was filming it all with his cell phone camera. And then Anthony started to burst into tears. Shortly thereafter, he felt one of the boys put a foot on Anthony's head. The other put one of his feet right in front of Anthony's face.

"Lick my soles clean, faggot!"

"What?"

 "You did not understand me? Come on, come on!” one of the boys said and pressed his foot harder on Anthony's head.

Anthony stuck out his tongue and slowly began to lick the sole of his tormentor's shoe.

"Yes, you fags are good at that," they laughed.

Just as Anthony was about to accept his fate, he heard a loud voice.

"Hey you bastards, let him go!"

The two then let him go and backed away.

Anthony looked up to see a muscular young man with short blond hair walking towards them. He stood protectively in front of Anthony.

"And you think you can take on the two of us at the same time?" said one of the boys.

"YES I think so," the stranger replied and punched one of the tormentors.

"All right, let's go!"

And then they ran away.

Anthony's mysterious savior helped him up.

"Are you hurt?"

"It's alright" moaned Anthony.

"Thank you," he added.

"You ARE hurt. Where is your car?"

"I do not have a car. I have to go home by bus.”

"It's out of the question. My car is over there. I'll drive you to the hospital immediately."

Though it made Anthony uncomfortable, he didn't have the strength to refuse the proposal. And before he knew it, he was sitting in the stranger's car.

"How lucky I was nearby."

"Yes… thank you again. And luckily you've got such a strong punch. Do you do martial arts?” Anthony wanted to know.

"I'm in a boxing club."

"Cool. Tell me what's your name? My name is Anthony.”

"I'm pleased, Anthony. My name is KYLE.”

TO BE CONTINUED