Date: Thu, 31 May 2012 08:07:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: Joshua Cooper <josh_cooper1990@yahoo.com>
Subject: HOMOgenized/ My Decision / Incest

HOMOgenized

By

Josh Cooper

My Decision

He had been good twenty minutes, and I had just finished my shower when dad
arrived home. He found me drying off in our shared bathroom.

"Ah... I was hoping to join you," he said, stripping from his clothes as I
stood there drying.

"I can join you dad," I said, tossing the towel aside and into his arms.

"I missed you son," he said and then kissed me.

"I missed you too," I said, setting the water and then following him into
the shower.

"So how was your evening," he asked.

"Fine, I just watched TV," I lied and again I lied to dad which seemed to
be becoming a habit with me.

The trial continued for another week and finally it went to the
jury. Because of the time that the trial ended and the jury went into
deliberations, we went home for evening and were told to come back when he
jury reached a verdict. Dad went into the office that morning and told me
to call him when I got the call. I was pacing the floor, I wanted this over
and behind me. It had also been a week since Mark and I had been together,
because neither of us had found a convenient time when we could both be
together.

It was around two when my phone rang and I jumped.

"Hello," I said nervously, it was Mark on the other end.

"Hey sweetie, the jury reached a verdict," he said. "I volunteered to call
you," he added.

"I'll call dad, he went in to work until we had to go in to court," I said.

"Doesn't he work downtown, how about I come get you and that way he can
just meet you here," he said. "And sweetheart, don't call him for about
twenty minutes, ok," he added.

"But won't the judge by angry?"

"The court will wait for all the participants to be present before the jury
is brought in," Mark told me.

"Then I'll call him once you get here," I told him and hung up.

I raced around the house and got what I needed done and was naked when I
heard the doorbell ring. I went to my window and looked down, I saw his
cruiser in the driveway and opened my window.

"Come on in, I'm up in my room Mark," I yelled down to him and hurried over
to my bed.

By the time the door to my room flew open, Mark stood there naked. He
rushed to me and within seconds, he was buried balls deep in me. Our bodies
heaved and thrust as we moved frantically toward a much needed release. Ten
minutes after he entered me, he and I were shooting our cum, he in me and
me, between our bodies.

"Damn I hate having to rush like this," he said as I wiped away the results
of our interlude.

"I know, but a quickie is better than nothing," I said and then kissed him.

I grabbed the phone and called dad, telling him that Mark had stopped by to
tell us that the jury had reached a verdict and that he would bring me to
court. Dad was happy that he did not have to drive out to the house and
then back to court, and I was glad also for not having to lie again to him.

"Do you think he knows about us," Mark asked me.

"No, because you and I have not really been together enough for him to be
suspicious," I said, feeling guilty for cheating on dad, after having sworn
a vow of being monogamous to each other.

"I will understand if you'd rather have a boyfriend your own age, Danny,
rather than a guy that is thirty-two," he said as he finished dressing and
I sighed, loving how handsome he looked in his uniform.

"What, and give up and stud muffin like you," I said, stepping into his
arms and kissing him.

I knew that I should have told him about dad and I, but how do you tell a
guy, especially a cop that you and your father are fucking? I mentally
shrugged and followed Mark down the stairs, out the front door and to his
cruiser. The ride to the court was quick, after all, he was a cop and we
used the sirens and lights to get there in record time.

When we arrived, dad was standing on the steps waiting for me with a broad
smile on his face. He gave me a hug and shook hands with Mark, thanking him
for picking me up.

"It's going to be alright, Danny," he said assuredly, walking me inside
with his arm around my shoulder.

Once everyone was assembled inside, the court bailiff announced for us all
to please stand and the judge entered the room. A few moments later the
jury entered, followed by Gary. He gave me daggered looks and I ignored
him, keeping my eyes forward or on the jury.

"Has the jury reached a verdict," the judge asked.

"We have your honor," the jury foreman announced.

"Was it unanimous," he asked and again the foreman said it was.

"We the jury find the defendant guilty of rape," he announced looking
directly at a standing Gary. "We the jury also find the defendant guilty of
second degree murder," he announced and then sat down.

Gary looked at me and began a tirade.

"I'll get you for this Baker... you fucking slut, don't ever stop looking
over your shoulder because if you do, bam, your dead," he said as two
officers dragged him from the court room.

"Sentencing is set for June tenth, the jury is dismissed and thank you for
doing your civic duty," he said, banging his gavel. "The court is
adjourned."

Dad hugged me, the DA hugged me and even Mark hugged me before we left the
courtroom.

"I want to buy us dinner, Mark will you join us," he asked.

"I would love to, but wouldn't you rather it be just a father and son
time," he asked, much to my disappointment.

"Nonsense, you have been a big part of all this," dad said. "What about you
Clark, can you join us," he asked the DA.

"I'd love to, but the wife made plans and she would skin me alive if I
didn't show up. But thank you and enjoy yourselves," he said with a firm
handshake all around.

Dad took us to our favorite Italian restaurant and we ordered about
everything on the menu. I noticed that he was rather quiet during dinner
and when it was over and we were enjoying our coffee and dessert, I decided
to confront him as to why.

"Ok dad, why so quiet," I asked.

"Oh you noticed," he said, sitting down his coffee and clearing his
throat. "I might as well get right to the point."

"Please don't tell me that you are going away again," I said and he nodded
his head.

"I am son, and this time its to Japan for four months," he said looking
down at his cup of coffee instead of me. "The worst part is that I can't
take you with me," he added, looking up to see how I would take it.

"What... and just what am I to do for four months?"

"I was thinking of sending you back east to Aunt Clara's," and I nearly
choked on my coffee.

"Aunt Clara's... my God dad, she's eighty-seven, what the fuck... sorry
what the hell am I going to do there," I asked.

"If I may make a suggestion," Mark interrupted. "If you and Danny don't
mind, he could stay with me, that is if you don't mind, David," he said.

"I couldn't impose like that on you," dad said.

"If it were an imposition, I wouldn't have offered," Mark further said,
making sure not to sound too eager. "I have a large house out in the
country, a nice dog to keep him company during the day while I am at work
and I could use his help keeping up with the mowing if he wouldn't mind,"
he said looking at me.

"I don't mind if you don't dad. It would be a hell of a lot better than
with Aunt Clara."

"Well then I guess it's settled, and I'll pay you for his food and whatever
he needs while I am away," dad offered.

"That won't be necessary, he'll be doing the mowing and I'm sure that he
can cook... you can cook can't you," he asked, turning to look at me and I
nodded. "Great, so let's call it even, he works off whatever it costs me
for his keep, deal?"

"It's a deal," dad said, shaking hands with Mark and my heart about jumped
out of my mouth.

I was thinking that Mark and I were about to have four months of unbridled
sex and neither of us having to worry about being caught by dad or anyone
else.

"So when do you leave dad," I asked and he got quiet again.

"Tomorrow morning at five, so if Mark doesn't mind, you'll be going home
with him tonight," dad said.

"Tonight... but dad, you and I..." I let it drop because I realized that
Mark didn't know about dad and I.

"Would you mind picking Danny up around nine," dad asked Mark.

"That'll be fine, that way I can get the guest room ready for him," he
lied, and I knew that he was lying because I would be sleeping with him and
we both knew it.

We finished up our dessert and coffee and said goodbye to Mark until
later. Now it was dad's turn to be quiet as we drove home, and it bothered
me that he was so quiet.

"Why are you so quiet dad, is it because you and I are going to be apart,"
I asked.

"Well that and that you didn't seem all that upset once you knew that you
would be staying with Mark for the four months," he said and it was then
that guilt really hit me.

"Dad..."

"Danny please listen to me, you are just sixteen and I know that there will
be many times when you'll want to take other lovers into your bed. If Mark
is the one, tell me, but don't lie to me."

"I'm not lying to you dad," I said and he looked over at me as if he knew
that I was at that very moment.

"Son, I'm no fool and neither am I blind. I know when a man is in love, its
in Mark's eyes when he looks at you and you at him," dad said and I wanted
to cry, because I knew that I was hurting him.

"You go and spend these next four months with Mark, and when I get home you
let me know where we stand, you and me. If you want us to continue to be
lovers, fine, but it's got to be totally monogamous for each of us unless
we both agree to add a third. But if you want Mark as a lover, I'll step
aside and let you move in with him," he added and I could see the tears in
his eyes, this was killing him.

"You knew didn't you dad, I mean before tonight," I asked and he looked at
me and nodded. "But how?" I asked.

"I found a pair of underwear that wasn't mine or yours in the living
room. It had me baffled for the longest time until I saw the top of his
underwear's waistband one day in court and it matched the one that I
found."

"Oh dad I'm so sorry for betraying your trust, but it just happened," I
said.

"Like it just happened that day in the courthouse bathroom," he asked and
again I nodded in shame.

"That was our first time and by complete accident. I did go in to use the
bathroom and there was this glory hole in the stall that I was in. I was
just sitting there when this man entered he one on the other side and put
his finger through the hole. Well he did me and I ended up doing him and
when we walked out it was Mark. I'm sorry dad, I should have told you but
there was something that happened inside of me, inside my heart, and I was
totally taken by him."

By then we were home and it was dark. Dad pulled the car into the garage
and lowered the door.

"Like I said earlier Danny, take the next few months and get to know him. I
mean really know the man and not just in bed. Know him as a man, what he
likes to do, what makes him happy, displeases him and if you and him still
want to be together when I get back, then I won't stand in your way," he
said pulling me into his arms and kissing me.

It was a bittersweet kiss, which said he would move heaven and hell earth
for me, but would not fight another man if he made me happier than he did.

"I love you Danny and I am in love with you. I know that I fought you when
you first came to me and wanted us to be lovers, but you grew on me as a
lover and yes, I still from time to time feel guilty about my lover being
my son, but dammit sweetheart, I am so fucking in love with you that this
is hurting me so damn much," he said as tears began rolling down his
cheeks. "I told myself that I would not cry or make you feel guilty,
because its your happiness that is most important to me, Danny," he added
and I too was in tears as we clung to one another, tearing our clothes off
each other and kissing as if this was our last kiss.

We made love right there in front seat of the car and it had never been so
good. We walked from the garage into house naked, with our clothes in our
arms, where we showered and made love once again. We were standing at the
door in the foyer when the doorbell rang. I had my bags packed and I could
tell that dad was very emotional and holding back his tears, as was I.

"I'm going to miss you dad, no matter what you may think about Mark and I,"
I said, running my fingers softly over is cheeks.

The doorbell rang and it seemed that neither of us noticed.

"Just remember what I said son and make sure you know what your heart wants
before I come home," he said opening the door. "He's all yours Mark."

Mark stood there looking at dad and then me; he had a rather confused look
on his face, as if wondering what he had just walked in on. Mark took one
of my two bags and dad placed a hand on his arm, stopping him before he
could leave.

"Be good to him, he's special, very special," dad said and gazed at him for
a long moment, as if transferring some special knowledge to him, before he
released him.

"I promise I will David," he said, never once taking his eyes from
dads. "I'll treat him as if he were my own," he said and dad turned his
head away, and I saw the tear that Mark did not, run down his cheek.

Dad hugged me tightly and whispered I love you in my ear. While Mark took
my other bag to the car, dad kissed me a kiss that asked, not said, but
asked me to never forget him but to please come back to him.

As Mark and I drove away, I watched dad standing in the opened doorway
waving. I couldn't help thinking that I was making one hell of a mistake as
we drove off into the night.

"Well baby boy, we have four months of us," Mark said, pulling me across
the bench seat to sit next to him, with his muscled arm around me.

"He knows Mark," I said, looking up at this beautiful man.

"What...what does he know?"

"About you and me, dad knows it all," I told him and he pulled over to the
side and stopped.

"You're kidding me right? Oh fuck, I'm going to prison," Mark swore and
running his fingers through his hair.

"You are not going to prison honey, he understands, and he's given me these
next four months to determine if its you or him that I want," deciding that
its now or never to tell him about dad and I.

"What do you mean me or him?"

"It's exactly what said, I have four months to decide if I want to spend
the rest of my life in love with you or dad," I said again, but in a
different way.

"No... no way... are you telling me that you and your father are having sex
together?" he asked looking at me and I nodded. "That's fucking sick,
Danny, no father fucks his own son," he said, pushing me away.

"And just how many cops fuck underage teens?" I asked, causing him to turn
abruptly to look at me.

"What we did is different, I'm not related to you," he said sarcastically.

"So if you were to be arrested for sexually molesting me, it would be
alright because we are not related?"

"You little fucker... are you blackmailing me?"

"No Mark, but don't you dare sit there in judgment of what dad and I have
been doing when you are a dirty in the eyes of society and maybe God," I
said. "Now take me home," I demanded, I'd rather stay alone for four months
then spend one minute longer with you," I said.

"If you even dare to whisper a word about what we..."

"Listen Mark, what we did is over done, and what dad and I did is the
same. I'll forget what you and I did if you'll forget what I told you about
dad and I also, if not, then I'm going to the district attorney," in the
morning," I told him.

"Deal," Mark said bitterly, restarting the car and turning it around.

We arrived back at my house five minutes later. He put my bags on the porch
and before dad could even turn the front light on, Mark was gone forever
from my life. I rang the doorbell, a couple minutes later the outside light
came on, and then dad was standing there with a smile so broad on his face
that I broke out crying, lunging into his outstretched arms.

"By the way son, I quit my job while you were gone," he said, with me still
in his arms.

"Take me to bed, dad," I said and kicking the door closed with my foot.

"David... it's David, Danny, no longer am I dad to you," he said as he
lifted from floor and carried me upstairs to our room, our lips joined all
the way until he gently laid me down on the bed.

"Are you sure dad?"

"I am very sure, Daniel," he said.

"The David, make love to me," I said.

"Tonight we officially become Mr. and Mr. David and Daniel Baker,
husbands," dad said and I burst out crying, hugging him to me.

If there was one thing that I learned tonight about dad, he never judged
me. He let me have Mark even though it hurt him, and he knew that I would
be back, because he probably saw the man for what he was even though I saw
just the sex in him. Dad was a man of principle even though some of you
reading this will be laughing, thinking how can a man that was committing
incest be so, but he was. He always treated others as he wanted to be
treated. I pride myself in taking after him.

"I love you Danny," he whispered as he removed the last of my clothes.

"I love you more... David," I said, remembering back to how using his given
name had caused a heap of trouble for me.

He took me into his arms, and I felt as if life and fire swept through
me. He lifted my chin and I felt a fierce trembling in his limbs in mine.
Then his mouth was on mine, the taste of his lips was achingly sweet. I
reveled in the quivering length of him, from the infinite seduction of his
mouth to the curved pressure of his body, so compellingly pressed to me
own. I was slender; he was strong, his masculinity so vital and yet so
tender. My lips parted to his, and the return of his touch was filled with
an exotic invitation and quest. I returned his hunger, his passion, the
length of his tongue hot, liquid, erotic, against his own. I felt
unleashed. Dad's hand slid down the endless grace of my back, his fingers
curved over the delicate sculpture of my face, teasing over the soft
texture of my flesh, brushing over the back of my neck. I his fingers
playing at my nape, molding my shoulders, seducing the nerve endings along
my back as his thumb and forefinger found my chin and lifted my head,
allowing his eyes to search mine and ask what had been left unsaid before.

"Yes David, it is you that I want and no other, now and forever," I assured
him.

Dad kissed me, his heart soaring as his emotions finally were set free. I
touched his face; as if I took in turn, needed more than what my eyes could
take in, needed to feel, to know, the rising pulse between us giving answer
to my unspoken question.

"No more guilt Danny, I shall love you totally and without any shame," dad
said with a smile that said that he meant it.

He lifted me against him, and there was nothing soft, timid or weak about
him, and yet my weight seemed like nothing to him as he turned and set me
down on the bed. My hands were on him, each stroke of my fingers eliciting
more than desire, more than hunger. I was anxious to feel every part of him
as he was to feel every part of me. The agony was unbearable, the
temptation greater, as he found my mouth again and drowned in the sweetness
of it. We burned to ever greater heights with the wicked return of our
desire. Dad's hands fell upon my flesh, stroked and teased me, as his lips
found the length of me and lingered, aroused, burned, trailed to my waist,
and then followed the down my hips.

God my dad was a lover... a perfect lover, a man's man and he was mine.

With every inch of his flesh, dad felt my slightest movement, the rise and
fall of my chest with every breath I took, the ach of my hips against him,
the brush of my fingers against him, tempting and taunting. My lips were
against his shoulders, his collarbone, his throat...

He moved against me, growing more heedless with urgency and desperation. My
hands slipped between us, creating a ling of wanton flames down dad's
chest, to his waist, back again, circling around him. He groaned, moved
against me, lips, tongue, body, hands refamilarizing himself with my
body. Then he found the heart of me, where the fire burned the hottest.
His fingers teasing at first, then losing himself in the honeyed sweetness
of desperate arousal and desire, his hands on my hips, my fingers digging
into his shoulders as my body writhed wildly beneath his, words escaping
me, sounds making no sense that did escape my mouth.

And then we rolled and I rose above him, straddling him. The moon's light
casting a seductive glow over the lithe grace and angelic beauty of his
face. God he was handsome and he was mine, all mine. His eye were in the
shadows, yet I could still see them and they were filled with both strength
and vulnerability. I had never wanted anyone, never needed anyone so much
as I needed and wanted my dad this very moment. I hovered for a split
second of time; then dad caught my hips, drawing me down on him, thrust
deeply into me at last. I felt the fierce rocking that ripped through us
both, I couldn't stop touching him, hands finding his face again, his hands
drawing me down as our mouths locked to his. We locked together in a
maddening kiss, the wildfire of our bodies, one and not one, every movement
goading dad higher. He rolled me beneath him and sank, drowned, and I died
inside to his love and desire.

God yes I would die for this man and he for me as our need for release
grew... its power exploding through our bodies as if of volcanic
force. Dad's climax shot through him with something far more than the usual
pleasure and release. Sex, something so natural, a human need, an instinct,
could be beautiful, motivated by love or simple lust and yet this was his
son, a seed of his loins and it made his climax all the more powerful.

My climax was dynamic, so fucking powerful that I clung to dad, afraid that
I would vanish from earth, or simply disintegrate. I screamed and howled, I
never had I had such an explosive and powerful climax. Our afterglow was
just as powerful as we clung to one another, with me spooning against dad,
and after several minutes, I was asleep, happily in dad's arms.

***

Before I left for California, I knew that I had to say goodbye to Jeff. He
had I had been the best of friends for so long and it would be hard for the
two of us to do.

"I was going to call you, Danny," Jeff said, opening the door and seeing me
standing there. "Mom is off doing her volunteer work at the hospital and I
was wondering if Daniele might come over," he said.

"I need to talk to you about that, Jeff," I told him, following him
upstairs to his bedroom.

He stopped abruptly on the stairs, turned to look down at me and gave me a
worried look.

"What's wrong... please don't tell me that you and I can't be doing this
anymore," he said.

"We its something like that... lets go to your room and I'll explain it to
you," I said.

Once inside his room we sat together on his bed and he looked at me as if
he had lost his best friend. I took a deep breath, knowing that this was
going to be the hardest thing that I would ever have to do.

"Dad got a new job and we are moving to California," I told him and then
waited for reaction, which didn't come.

He sat there for the longest time and said nothing, as if what I said had
not registered with him.

"Jeff, did you hear a single word that I said?" I asked.

"No... you can't move Danny, you have been my best friend for like
forever," he said, looking at me with tears welling up in his eyes.

It was then that he took me into his arms and kissed me... me, Danny. I
kissed him back, brushing his lips with my tongue and he opened his mouth
to me, accepting my tongue into his mouth.

"I love you Danny, I've always loved you," he said huskily.

"I've loved you for the longest time Jeff, but never knew that you loved
me, as me. I thought that you only wanted me as Daniele and not as the real
me, as Danny," I said as my own tears began to flow.

"Oh God don't you start crying too, because I can take a lot of people
crying baby cakes, but you, you are the one person that hurts for me to see
crying," he said, lowering his mouth and kissing me so tenderly that I
could die right there and then and be happy.

Jeff's presence and his arms around me held a sort of magic in them that
seemed to drive away all fears of moving and even of the world around us.

I didn't know if it was the fact that it was his accepting me for me, or if
it was the sleek, lean muscled tautness of his body, the blue of his eyes,
the huskiness of his voice, or even the essence of his soul, but I aroused
him in a way that went beyond the sexual, beyond the instinctive rise of
his sex in an animalistic reaction that was older than time. He had said
that he loved me, and I had admitted that I loved him, something that
neither of us had ever said before to each other. We had each touched the
very core of the other.

I had to be the look of mischief in my eyes, for I wanted one more time
with Jeff before our plane left the following morning. I wanted to remember
Jeff as loving me, Danny, and our last time together as that of two lovers
sharing their last moments together making love. He slowly undressed me,
and I him, he then led me to his bathroom where he turned on the water and
we shared a long, languid shower.

I didn't know if it was the beautifully muscled look of his body, the blue
of his eyes; the tone of his voice, or even the essence of his soul, but he
aroused me in a way that went beyond the sexual, beyond the instinctive
rise of his sex in as animalistic sort of way. He looked so masculine, so
sexual, with the steamy, hot water sluicing over his tanned skin,
shoulders, chest, back and ass. It was the erotic feel of flesh against
flesh as Jeff pressed me against him. It was finding his lips beneath the
spray and exploring the recesses of his mouth, hotter then the water
falling over us. It was touching me, touching him, and it empowered us to a
greater height in our love. His hands were sliding down my naked flesh,
caressing my chest, and then slipping between my thighs into an intimacy
that took us to an even greater togetherness, that Daniele never could.

I moved against him, the friction of my body was irresistibly erotic, and
all so seductive, driving Jeff to an agony of excitement and arousal. My
hands were on him then, kneading his muscles, my fingernails scraping
teasingly over his skin. His lips broke away from mine, and he forced me
back against the tiles, his mouth moving frenziedly against my flesh.

We made love in the heated steam, with him lifted me as I wrapped my limbs
around his waist in wicked splendor. The roar of the water pounded in our
hearts and lungs like a tempest, and after we climaxed, Jeff fumbled for
the faucets. We stumbled from the shower, still holding on to one another,
as if afraid that if we let go, one or the other would disappear.

He kissed me as he walked me backward to the bed, where we fell togther
onto the mattress and began anew, devouring one another with hands, lips
and tongues, taking our time. We wanted to savor each other's wet, clean
and hot flesh, touching and tasting again and again, and reveling in the
complete intimacy that we had found earlier with each other. He knew how to
move, I knew how to seduce, but it was never calculated, never planned. It
was just an instinctive part of our beautiful love and being that we
shared. Even when I was beneath him or atop him, I was somehow rubbing
against him, sliding along him with supple movements that aroused him all
over again.

 I met his mouth with mine at just the right moment, showered his body with
kisses, took his cock into my mouth and teased him until he was ready to
explode.  When he couldn't take it any more, he rolled me over beneath him,
desire raging in his eyes, inside him again as I responded to his touch. He
caressed my chest, nipples, abs, thighs, first with his hands and then with
his mouth, until he possessed me, body and soul.

I nearly exploded, when his tongue touched where his cock had been only
minutes earlier, delving deep into me, fucking me until I was screaming,
begging for his cock to take me, fill me. He sat up, and I could see the
need, his need, it had changed his light blue eyes to a deep cobalt blue
and as his mouth took mine in by storm, his cock sunk hard and deep into me
once again. I arched upward each time that he thrust downward, needing
every inch he could give me.

Somewhere in time, we climaxed, we made love again and yet again, before it
was time for me to go home.

"No Danny, you can't go, just another hour," Jeff asked.

"I can't Jeff, it is only putting off the inevitable," I told him with tear
filled eyes.

He too was crying as we held on to each other. We had known each other for
so long and had been through so much together. Now we were about to end us
and begin another time without an us in it and neither one of us wanted to.

"You'll forget about me," Jeff said, slobbering like a two year old.

"Never honey, but it will be you that will forget about me," I said and all
he could do was shake his head.

We got up, dressed and we kissed so hard, deep and long. Finally it was I
that took him by the hand and led him downstairs. At the door, I turned to
him and with us both crying profusely, I kissed him one last time before
leaving.

"I'll love you forever," he yelled out to me, as I walked away.

"As I shall forever love you," I yelled back and turned the corner, of the
block and also of this part of my life.

Your comments are welcomed and looked forward to always at my email:
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thanks guys.

Some of this chapter has been so call colored up so that it would be more
appealing for you readers. It happened but it wasn't as interesting as all
this. I'm sure you enjoyed it as I wrote it and if you did not, I
apologize. I still would like to hear from you guys that are reading it.