Date: Mon, 22 Jun 2015 20:14:50 +0000 (UTC)
From: Paul River <paulriver926@yahoo.com>
Subject: Gay/Incest His Comforting Smell Part 2
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I woke up the next morning, that special smell of my father hitting
my nose as I jerked up in bed, forgetting for a moment what had happened.
His arm pulling me back in as he snored softly reminded me of what we both
experienced; this was not one of my wet dreams that I regretted waking up
from before school. Turning my head slightly to my left, I could see that
my dad had a small, soft smile on his face instead of tear stained cheeks
that had recently been appearing daily. Slowly his green eyes opened as he
mumbled out a good morning.
"What time is it Robby?" he asks me.
I look over at the bedside clock and answer, "It's 8:30 Dad. Good
thing it's Saturday."
He nods agreeing with me before rolling over and stretching while
giving a big yawn. I watch the muscles ripple through his back and
shoulders. He flexes his biceps while staring back with a shit-eating grin
before saying, "Let's get showered and dressed for breakfast, then we can
talk about what happened last night." I nod my head in agreement and head
off to the hallway shower. His hand grabs my wrist and I can see in his
eyes that he wants me to shower with him. I wrap my arms around him in a
hug, feeling his love for me as a son.
Our shower was filled with soft caresses, washing each other, and the
occasional dick grab with a fair share of giggles. Once done, Dad dried me
off like I was a young kid again; fast, rubbing quickly with him attacking
my ticklish spots. I got to dry him off as well and threw in a quick tit
twister as a small payback. We went our separate ways to get dressed
before meeting up in the kitchen for breakfast. Our routine that morning
played out like it used to before the accident; Dad cooked bacon and
sausage on the stove while I got the batter ready for the waffle maker and
the orange juice poured. Twenty minutes later we were eating at the
counter and had almost finished our meal when he wanted to talk about what
happened last night.
"Son, I need to explain a few things about myself in order for you to
understand what happened last night." I nod my head and sit attentively to
what he has to say. "When your mom and I started dating, we had been
friends for about 5 years. I've always found women attractive, but what I
had discovered was that men also were catching my eye. Not just any men,
but rugged, muscular men who were oozing masculinity. In addition to your
mother, my best friend Carl was the epitome of what I was attracted to in a
man: 6'2, 220 lbs. of pure muscle, permanent 5 o'clock shadow no matter how
much he shaved, along with the most amazing green eyes on any man or woman
I have ever met. Him and I had been friends since we were 3 years old,
basically treated each other as brothers."
"How come I haven't heard of your best friend Carl?" I ask.
"Things got complicated between him and I. Carl came out as gay to
me one night during a regular sleepover during the summer going into our
senior year, and told me that he loved me more than just a brother. Things
were different then, Son, than they are now. Where we were from, being gay
was not something you were able to be proud of being. While I was
attracted to him, my pride, confusion over my sexuality and years of having
the "straight is the only way" pounded into my head made me regret my
following actions. I pushed him away as a friend after that night and our
friendship disintegrated shortly after. Never was I hurtful against him
nor did I out him to other people, because I still respected him. The
night of our graduation, he invited our group of friends over to his house
where we all celebrated, and that is when he told his family and everyone
else that he was gay. His father turned red in embarrassment and a bit of
rage, while his mother went silent. All of our friends knew that the party
was over then and we all left." Dad said, with some tears starting to form
in his eyes.
"The next day as I was driving through town, I noticed him at the bus
stop and quickly pulled into the parking lot. Carl noticed me getting out
of my car and had a look of worry on his face as I approached." Dad said
"Kyle?" Carl asks.
"Where are you headed Carl?"
"My dad kicked me out of the house with all that I could pack in two
duffel bags and my backpack. He told me that he would not have a faggot
living under his roof for as long as he was alive." Carl says with tears
starting to fall down his face. "I'm waiting for the next bus to New York
City to start my life over. I guess this is goodbye Kyle. Despite what
happened between us, I still love you and always will. "
"Take care Carl. You are a good guy, and I hope you're able to get
the clean slate you need."
"That was the last time I saw Carl. About a month after, your mother
and I married and we moved here to start our lives. Losing Carl the way I
did made me realize that I should have been there for him, instead of
pushing him away like I did. When I found out about your potential
sexuality, I vowed that I wouldn't make the same mistake twice." Dad
finishes with a few tears in his eyes.
"I'm sorry that you had to go through that Dad. Have you ever thought
of reconnecting with Carl by any chance since then? Maybe try to repair
the friendship and brotherhood you guys had for 15 years?" I ask him.
Dad pulls me into a big embrace, as he says, "I wouldn't know where
to begin, if he's even still in New York City or if he even wanted to
reconnect. Besides your mother, he was the other love of my life." I look
up into Dad's face and just give him a deep kiss to help ease the pain. He
did not resist and kissed back just as passionately, his hard dick poking
me as it got to its full 9 inches. Without any words, I slid down to my
knees and looked up into his face as I pulled his shorts down and swallowed
his cock to the root. His mind just full of pleasure, making him only moan
continuously as I continue to give him the best blowjob I could ever give
to the cock that gave me life.
"Oh fuck Robby your mouth feels so fucking good. Fuck son you're too
good for your Daddy." He moans out as I feel his balls hit my chin. I just
make eye contact and he sees the passion I have for him in my eyes, my
hunger to please him and enjoy his comforting smell as well as the load of
cum in his balls that threatens to be released.
"Oh Robby, fuck son I'm close. Fuck baby swallow my cum for
Daddy. FFFFFUUUUCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!" He groans out, filling my mouth with
his cum as my cock shoots into my shorts without me touching it at all. I
love the taste of his cum and hearing him groan. I look up as I swallow
the last bits of cum to see the fire has been extinguished in his eyes a
bit and replaced with love for me, his own flesh and blood.
I get up off of my knees and give him a kiss, letting him taste
himself inside my mouth. We both catch out breaths before I say, "Dad,
let's try to find your friend Carl and see if he would want to get
reconnected with you. I know Mom's gone and you have me, but maybe having
your old friend can help heal some wounds too."
His face told me all that I needed to know.
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