5,000 Points For Secrecy… Part I.

He throughly enjoyed going to his son’s pop warner football games a few years back. The little tyke was going to be everything his ‘old dad wasn’t, with athletic and quick feet, right? Yeah, probably not. But it was worth dreaming. Christopher Rinaldi had been blessed with good instincts but was quite simply never able to carry out his athletic dreams. He loved the notion that his son David would do that. But then the realization always hit that the same genes Christopher received from his dad, were passed down to his only son. He was sure to hit a time in his development — around high school most likely — that the bad knees and loose joints would kick in.

What Christopher did not think he would enjoy doing a few years later, however, was going to more pop warner football games. This time it wasn’t his son playing, but his daughter on the sidelines as part of the cheerleading squad. But he did. The first game, after reluctively going to the game, he found it to be a visually pleasing experience. He couldn’t quite look at his daughter in a sexual way. But there was another girl, a dirty blonde, who looked to be years ahead of the rest in her developement. She looked more like a freshman in high school instead of what was the actuality: all the girls were all in their first year in middle school, between 10 and 11 years old.

After he enjoyed the first time, he had to pretend to his wife that he liked going because it gave him a “chance to read and catch some fresh air.”

During that first game, he watched the dirty blonde. She was a little stockier than most of the girls but still skinny. She had perky breasts but with a little cleavage. His eyes were affixed the entire time. Her skirt was a little higher than the rest and he kept watching in case it raised up or bounced up and he could see her little chearleading underwear. What he was really doing was to see enough so he could later masturbate at home. Christopher had a dynamite wife but left him fantisyzing years ago. She used to act dirty around him. She used to drop and suck his dick with no warning, swallowing his whole load. She used to, without warning, grab him, pull him to the nearest object she could lean over, pull her pants down, spit saliva into her hand, make her asshole completely wet and then guide his dick into the spot. He used to love eating her out. Slowly but surely, things would change. First it went from swallowing to spitting. Then to warning her so she could come off before he went in her mouth.

Now? Nothing by missionary style. No oral. No anal.

Christopher resorted to a lot of porn. His wife has caught him a few times after checking the internet history when Christopher hadn’t been as careful as he should have been in deleting the history or the contents he saved. The last time, his wife threatened to leave him if it happened again. He promised her it wouldn’t. But he knew he would. He then discovered the joy, first of all, of having two different web browsers. Firefox was his default, everything opened in that. Internet explorer only opened via menus and submenus that only he knew about. He still deleted the history when he remembered. But since nobody ever knew how to get to that browser, nobody ever knew what porn he was looking at. His wife would go to Firefox ocassionally and check the internet history when he wasn’t around and wouldn’t find anything but normal stuff. He liked this setup. In viewing porn, he especially loved using xnxx.com because of its menu of different porn categories. He also loved the girls’ directory. He could go straight for Taylor Rain or Gen Padova — his two favorites — instead of get random porn stars.

He had never had an affair. But he imagined. And he was imagining doing it with an underage girl — though he knew if real life it would never end up happening without consequences following. As he sat in the first row of the stands, all of a sudden, the cheerleaders turned toward the field and bent over a little to drop the pom-poms.