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It was as if looking at myself in the mirror. He was as naked as I imagined and looked right at him. My dad was standing there: in all his 8-inch glory. But when I finally saw again, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I heard what I had heard so many nights before and entered without thinking twice…Īs I opened the door I saw and felt the thick, white, hot steam from the bath burst out the door and leaving me temporarily blinded. I heard the water going in the bathroom and I heard him moaning as the hot water relaxed his tense body from the hard day’s work. So I let my footsteps be heard and I let my breath out and I finally told myself that it would all be worth it in the morning. Not after ten years of hiding my feelings…I couldn’t. I wanted my dad so badly…and I wasn’t going to stop now. I had to do it this way and I had to tell him I wanted him to not only be my dad…but also my friend and my lover. I didn’t know whether I should come on to him like I planned…but concluded it was the only way I could deal with it. So there I was…18, walking down the hall to reveal my secret to the man I loved the most and I was petrified. Even after ten years of living with him and never speaking of anything else other than the typical son-dad stuff, like football and sports–which I absolutely hated– even after ten years of that, I loved him and felt he could love me too…it was just a matter of showing him how much I loved him. My father was the only man whom I trusted and could feel completely safe with. I wanted to hold him and have him to hug all night long. That his attitude and austere personality was all a cover-up of some sort or a way to hide his vulnerabilities from me. I wished and hoped that one day I could have my father. He’d have to love me…be gentle with me and care for me–otherwise I wasn’t pleased. But as I grew older and learned more about my sexuality and my points of interest and turn-on, I realized that my dad’s neglecting attitude was something that intrigued me very much and something that I was changing in my fantasies… I’d MAKE him love me. He always acted strange around me and this created a partition in our relationship, thus, not allowing us to have one at all. I wanted to see him naked and the only way I could see him the way I wanted him to or see him fucking my virgin asshole as he kissed me gently was to create fantasies about him the way I wanted him in my mind.Ī few months after I moved in with him I noticed he would come home late and would always be out of the house during the day. I was a carbon copy of him…I was his son. Little did I know about life when I was xx I also remember the he looked just like me…almost identical. I could remember thinking he was the man I wanted to marry. I kept my first impressions of the man who was my father a secret too. I had feelings for men that I knew weren’t what everybody else thought as “normal,” so I kept them secret. I was xx years old and, by then, I knew I was gay. I remember having to do so after my mom, who was separated from dad in those days almost ten years ago, passed away from a sudden breast cancer complication. These thoughts had been lingering in my mind ever since I first moved in with dad. To be able to say to him that I loved him from the bottom of my heart and that he’d love me back in the same way. My mind was made up and I decided I would go through with my plan to make my father mine. The night was slowly unfolding into a night where I would act on those late night fantasies and finally make them a blissful reality. I debated with myself whether what I was going to do was the right thing. I wanted the man who had made me and I felt ashamed of it. I was in love with my own father and had been since I could recall. A perfect time for fantasizing and thinking of ways to seduce what I had been longing for, ever since I could remember. The house was empty and it was the middle of the night. He was in the shower and I was steps away from the bathroom door. I was as scared as the lamb that tried to sneak up on the lion. I respect the views and opinions of all people and I welcome any negative thoughts I may receive through email as well as encouraging feedback from the readers. If you are reading this it is understood that gay sex and incest-related situations are of your liking or interest.
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This is in NO way meant or written to offend others. NOTE: The following story is a fictional adaptation of a real c****hood and adolescent fantasy.