The Sleep-over and the Upset boy.

  Our 13-year-old son was invited to a New Year’s Eve sleepover this year, to watch the big football game and then spend the night. The boy doing the inviting was a new friend of his, and we didn’t know him very well or his parents, so my wife called his mom to get more details about this New Year’s Eve event. She found out this boy is their only child, just like our son is our only child, and they planned a nice, safe, family oriented New Year’s Eve party at home. Our son was very excited with the invitation and was begging us to give him permission. We felt very comfortable and gave our son permission to go. When our son came home the next day, he just seemed “flat”. Not happy, not excited, and he didn’t even seem to want to talk much about how the night went at his friend’s house. We thought perhaps he was just very tired, but over the next few weeks it became apparent to us that something must have happened that night because our son no longer seemed to have any interest in continuing being friends with this boy.

  For me, it brought back some secret, painful memories of a sleepover experience I had when I was the same age as my son. I, too, had a nicely developing new friendship with this boy who invited me to sleep over at his house. Once the lights were out and the bedroom door was shut we started talking about sexy stuff, which led to admitting to each other that we had boners, which led to showing each other our boners, then touching each other, and then deciding to jerk off together.

We spent some time stroking each other’s dick, mixed with time stroking our own dicks. Then I decided to do something extra. I leaned over and put my friend's hard dick in my mouth and started sucking on it. Immediately he went ballistic. “WTF you doing, man?!? I’m not f**kin’ gay!!” I of course immediately stopped and told him I was sorry and that I didn’t mean anything by it. I told him I had been told that sucking on it felt just like having your dick in pussy, and I was trying to help them imagine that he was f**king a girl! But he didn’t buy it. Immediately he pulled his shorts back up, rolled over, and didn’t want to do anything anymore except go to sleep. I realized I had just completely destroyed this developing friendship, and I was right. I remember silently lying there in bed, now almost sick to my stomach and on the verge of tears over what I had done. This boy never again even wanted to speak to me, let alone have anything to do with me.

 Of course I can’t possibly tell this story to my son, but I have to wonder what happened that night that appears to have destroyed their friendship. And if it was something sexual, I have to wonder who may have been the initiator or the aggressor and who was the one that objected. I do know that my son does not want to talk about it, as to why he and this boy no longer appear to be friends. (Seeing my son exit the shower, I know that he is developing nicely and appropriately for his age, and I’ve recognized in his routines and activities that I know he is also now masturbating regularly, too.)

Anonymous Dad