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Subject: My Dad, My Hero part 2 (gay, incest, father/son) My Dad, My Hero – Part 2 by bigcat59 �2018 This is a story about sex between a young gay man and his dad. The story is fictional. All legal disclaimers apply. If this topic offends you, do not read any further. If you are under the age of 18 (21 in some areas) and too young to be reading such material or if you are in a locale or country where it is not legal to read such material then please leave immediately and come back when it is legal for you to do so. We’ll be glad to have you back. If you meet the criteria then read on, enjoy, and kindly let me know what you think. On the sites that provide for you to rate the stories or leave comments, I value your thoughts and opinions. * * * The years passed, and I went away to school. I came out of the closet while I was away. I even experimented with different sexual partners both men and women. Dad and I spent time together when I was in town on break, but there seemed to be less time for swims. When I finished school and moved back to town, I got a job and an apartment and saw Dad once or twice a month. Life went on that way until Dad found out I was gay. It turns out he saw me on TV at Gay Pride. He called me up a day later and asked if we could get together and talk. I told him to come on over. When he got there, we sat down on the couch and he came right out and asked me if I was gay. I said, “Yes, Dad, I’m gay.” He paused then slowly asked, “Did our showering together when you were younger and that night I showed you how to masturbate somehow make you gay?” I told him, “I’m sure it didn’t. It’s genetic actually so I was I born this way.” He said, “I heard something like that on the news once.” I assured him, “It was definitely not something you did. And I’m perfectly happy.” We had a long discussion and he was surprisingly open and honest even asking questions about gay sex. He was surprisingly interested in what men did in bed together and I didn’t sugarcoat it for him. He appreciated how candid I was. It was getting late, but I didn’t want the night to end just yet. I asked him if he wanted to go for a swim. He hesitated, but I told him it would be good for both of us, just like the old days. Then he said, “I’ll gaziantep travesti have to go back home to get my trunks.” “I have extra swim trunks. I know you’re more muscular than I am, but there’s bound to be a pair that’ll fit you. Come into the bedroom and let’s see.” He followed me to the bedroom and I rifled through the drawers to find several pairs of trunks. I had him hold them up to his waist one at a time until we found a pair that looked like they’d be close. Then I gathered up my gym bag, an extra towel and said, “That’s it. We’re off!” When we got to the “Y,” we were laughing and telling stories just like old times. I got us a locker and we started to strip. I was out of my clothes in record time. Dad was taking his time. I thought I saw him looking at me as I put my trunks on, but I wasn’t sure. I told him I’d be in the pool and to hurry up. He dove in a couple of minutes later, but not before I caught a glimpse of him in the pair of my trunks that were loose on me but just right on him. They hugged his ass perfectly and showcased his package beautifully. He looked young and sexy in them. We raced across the pool just like we did when I was a kid. But for the first time I beat him! I went crazy! Luckily, there was no one else there. Dad congratulated me, and I swam over to him and gave him a big hug. His friend came over, while I was celebrating, and told us to lock up when were finished. After he left, I took the opportunity to shuck my trunks and pitch them up and over the edge of the pool. Dad hesitated, but soon followed suit. We swam more laps and then decided to hit the showers. I ran in and turned one on for each of us. I was bending over to pick up the soap I’d dropped when Dad walked in. He stopped and just stared at my ass. Then, after an awkward moment that seemed to go on forever, he stepped up to the shower next to mine. I tried to ignore what had just happened, so that I wouldn’t get a hard-on in front of him. After a few minutes, he was still standing there with his back to me but not soaping up. I told him “to get a move-on,” and he seemed to snap out of it. I couldn’t stop looking at his firm, round, hairy ass. I had forgotten how beautiful it was. The reddish blonde gaziantep masaj salonları hairs always got darker when they were wet. I was starting to get excited. My cock stirred, and I had to think of anything that would keep it down. But Dad didn’t turn back to me. So, I asked, “What’s the matter?” He said, “Nothing.” I walked around to face him, and he had a raging hard-on! It was bigger than I could have imagined and standing straight up! The head was dark pink, and the veins stood out from the shaft in a maze of ridges. The frenulum was red, stretched tight and begged to be licked… slowly and with a purpose. His balls were pulled up tight to the body like he might shoot a load at any minute. Now, I couldn’t keep from getting a hard-on of my own. We stood there staring at each other’s boners. That’s when I started to laugh and said, “Aren’t we a pair?!” He looked up at my face and then down at our cocks and he started to laugh, too. Hoping that had cut the tension, I said, “It happens to every guy now and then,” quoting his words from all those years ago. “You’re right,” he replied, “now get a move-on!” I did just that. As we continued to soap up and shower, both our cocks returned to a relatively normal size. I stole an occasional sideways glance and realized that his manhood was beautiful no matter what the size. When we had finished, we toweled off and went to our locker to get dressed. We talked about all kinds of things, but not about what had happened in the shower room. After that night, we grew even closer. I was over at my dad and step-mom’s one evening for dinner and I had complained about my back hurting because I had slept funny the night before. He offered to massage it for me. We were in the living room/dining room, so I wasn’t sure how that was going to work. He told me to lie down on the floor. It was carpeted so it was pretty soft. I laid down and he climbed on top of me. He started massaging my back while he was straddling my butt. What should have been a relaxing experience, turned into an erotic experience. After he finished, I pretended to be asleep, so that I could lose my hardon before I thanked them for dinner and my dad in particular for the massage. gaziantep escort bayan Then I left. I had a lot of time to think on the drive home. I didn’t know how I felt about getting hard while my dad sat on my ass and massaged my back. Should I have felt guilty about at my reaction or was it just a weird “gay” thing? I had no idea. Then the unexpected happened. My stepmother died, suddenly, and we needed each other more than ever before. We cried on each other’s shoulders on more than one occasion during that dark time. We got through it all together and I was often the one being the rock for him as her had always been for me. One evening, several weeks after the funeral, I went over to his house. Dad hadn’t been out for ages. I suggested that we go to the Y for a swim. “It’ll do us both good to get our minds off…” my voice trailed off. I know you mean well, but I don’t feel like going anywhere. You can do me a favor, though…” his voice trailing off this time. Immediately I spoke up and said, “Anything! Just name it.” He looked and asked, “Would you stay and watch TV with me like your mother used to do?” “Of course!” I offered. He got up to move into the bedroom and I followed. I turned on the T.V. as he got ready for bed. From where I sat on the bed, I couldn’t help but watch his reflection in the mirror as he stripped out of his clothes and put on pajama bottoms. He seemed to have lost some weight since “mom” died and his cock seemed to have gotten longer. It was probably just the weight he’d lost making it seem bigger. He climbed into bed, took the remote and began to channel surf. He settled on a western and we watched in near silence until I thought he was asleep. That’s when I turned off the T.V. and got up to leave. He wasn’t asleep, though, and asked, “Can you stay the night? I really don’t want to be alone.” It was something in his voice that convinced me that I shouldn’t leave that night. “Sure. I’ll just be in the other room.” “No, I mean, could you stay… with me tonight.” That’s when I realized that he wanted me to sleep in his bed. It must have been lonely all these weeks without her. “You bet!” I didn’t have anything to change into, so I decided to sleep in my boxers. I stripped down to them and crawled into bed beside my Dad, just like I used to when I was little and was frightened. This time it was he who needed comforting, though, not me. He turned to me and said, “Good night, Son.” “Good night to you, too, Dad,” I replied. He drifted off to sleep quickly and I did the same a few minutes later.

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