Chapter 1 - Philosphical Father

Editor's note: this fictional work contains scenes of completely fictional incest or fictional incest content.

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CHAPTER 1: PHILOSOPHICAL FATHER

College is unfortunately over... it's time to get out there in the real world. If only I could find a job that puts me there. So in the meantime, my 22-year-old self is living back with my parents again. Not that anything is wrong with that, but independence is something I've grown fond of. Including being able to fondle myself whenever wanted, bringing back sexy hookups, and just being myself. Now I have to sneak around and be celibate until I can leave. All the more reason to get out of here.

"Good morning, son! Or really, good afternoon," Dad radiantly said glistening with sweat, kneeling on the floor. "I was just getting some push-ups in after lunch."

Lunch... oh wow it's 12:14 p.m. and I'm just getting up. Well, I've been up for a bit but I had to take care of my morning wood and scroll on Tiktok.

"Hey Dad, what's going on with your day," I said.

Dad always has things going on with his almost stoic nature. Behind his deep ocean-blue eyes, dark brown hair, and speckles of gray, he was a Greek God. His name is John, 6'1", 46 years of chiseled man muscle, smooth, accentuating body hair, and a full embodiment that makes me so proud to be his son.

Dad never got angry or upset and always worked hard for Mom and the family. He's either reading, working out, or going on hikes and camping. I don't think I've ever seen him scroll on his phone, how does he live like that?

"Well my day is already half over, I've got a hike later today at the falls. You should come with me, it'd be nice to get you out of the house for a good ol' dad and son bonding," Dad said as his well-defined jawline and dense, luscious beard perfectly combined with his smile.

"Yeah, there's no way, Dad. I'm trying to relax while looking for jobs, not walk around in the woods," I gnawed back, watching a drip of sweat go down his shoulder as he bent over to do more pushups.

The veins in his forearms, the line between his ribs, and his back were insanely belted. Just as I quickly admired the features of another attractive man, I just as quickly ran into the kitchen to get some water.

"Hey Bryce, we really should talk," I overheard Dad beginning to walk into the kitchen. "You know this is a great time for me to mentor you about what I've learned in my old age."

"What do you mean, Dad? You're not even old," I said, feeling the refreshing thirst becoming satiated.

"I mean let's be honest you're 22! You just graduated college, and I'm sure had a lot of fun... Man, sometimes I do miss college and all those chicks," the left side of Dad's face lifted in a smile but quickly returned to a serious tone. "But there's a lot more to a real man's life than just porn, girls, and partying. It's stillness, it's discipline. It's not waking up at noon!"

Fair enough he did have a point. His credentials were very obvious with his toned physique and insurmountable attitude. You really could never beat the man. But obviously, I can't just give in, I have my own life and path to live.

"More than porn and girls? Dad what are you talking about", I found myself saying.

"Look sooner or later, life on that phone will catch up with you. You have to look around and be present," Dad's hand reached out and touched my shoulder.

I was living in the moment. My Dad's man musk was now fully penetrating my nose. The smell rattled the way a pine candle fills the room or the way asphalt smells when it just begins to rain, instantly noticeable. The scent was similar to my own after a run or the gym, as I found my eyes looking across his body. His form-fitted tank top shirt protruded from his big muscle tits and bright orange runner shorts that kept his quads in full view, somehow keeping his dick hidden up in it. That's an area I must not have inherited because my soft cock and balls would have flown right out.

"Just give it some thought... okay. Hey! I'm heading out for lunch with your Mom, have a nice afternoon," as Dad gives me a manly slap on the shoulder and makes a break for the door.

Maybe Dad is right, I mean I've never heard the two of them having sex at night. He must have a very strong sense of self. And clearly, I could be out of control already jerking off once in the morning and be horny again. What's for sure though is just the manifestation of just how exuberating my father's presence was. All the more reason I should try to take up his side of life. Right as the door shut I grabbed my phone and immediately began scrolling again.

The phones must have been able to hear me and the word "hike" because all of a sudden, an exorbitant amount of hiking TikToks flooded my screen. And what didn't help was I kept watching them. Sometimes the trees and sunlight spilling through the leaves caught my eye. Other times it was the waterfalls, or the chick walking in front of the camera. There was even a hot guy shirtless walking through this trove of leaves changing in the fall. Maybe this was something I could try. So I texted Dad.

"Hey Dad, sure I'll go on a hike with you later but don't make me walk for hours."

"Perfect! As soon as I get home we can go!" Dad replied.

Mom and Dad arrived home about an hour later. I'd been relaxing on the couch continuing down my rabbit hole into hiking and nature. There are places around the country called National Parks that have just some of the most spectacular views in the world! I almost want to check out Acadia National Park in Maine.

My parents come in the door, laughing as they do. I strikingly notice the way Dad looks at Mom. His eyes were soft with profundity. His gaze is deep past physical and sexual but spiritual. This must be the reason they are in love. Mom looked like she was a middle schooler, giggling and twirling her hair. The man did have zest. I've been single forever and I need to learn how to do that.

"Hey, Bryce! Glad to see you are ready to go! You must be excited," Dad said as he turned those crystal blue eyes towards me. His hair was perfectly swayed above his head. A few light touches of gray signifying his wisdom.

I had already changed into something more athletic for a walk in the woods. The TikToks may have inspired me.

"Absolutely! When do you want to go?" I asked directly.

"Well I'll shower when we get back and we've got a few more hours of daylight, let's just head over there now," Dad pondered while planning the trip.

We quickly packed a few things in a backpack with some water and some binoculars my Dad had. He said he sometimes likes to see the animals or something in the distance. The hike was only about 20 minutes away and we didn't have much conversation on the drive. So I scroll on my phone even more. Occasionally, I look up to see the landscape becoming more green and the triceps of my father with his right hand on the wheel at 2 o'clock. I've always kept myself in shape from swimming in high school and college, but there's something about my father's muscles that drives me closer to him, needing his presence and validation.

When we arrive Dad shifts the car into park and fiercely grabs my open thigh on the seat, "I'm so excited my dear boy is coming for a hike with his old man."

My mind goes blank. I hadn't been touched near my jewels in about a month and my body immediately reacted with blood flow and a pang of anxiety just below my belly, not knowing who was touching me or even caring.

I'm not sure how long my brain went empty as Dad asked, "Bryce, you okay?"

"Yeah," I somehow found words. "Just a bit nervous for a hike, what if we get lost."

"Even better!" he said excitedly.

After standing up out of the seat of the car, and out of Dad's view I had to adjust heavily for the chub that popped up in my compression shorts. I normally loved the feeling of nylon pressing my dick into my body, but now I was regretting wearing them. We both walked to the back of the car to grab the backpacks.

"Let's go this way... it's about a 2-mile hike which should take us an hour or so. Probably a bit slower since it will be your first time," explained Dad.

"Sounds great, let's go," I looked in the direction he was pointing.

Before we started moving Dad looked at me intensely, almost the way he was looking at Mom as they were walking in the door earlier. Confused at our pause, I looked back at him almost unable to maintain eye contact from the awkwardness building in my 22-year-old brain. His eyesight was unwavering as my Dad didn't even blink. He knew he had complete control of his emotions, the endless vibration of a totally powerful being.

He eventually flickered his eyes to my hand, my phone, and said, "First rule of being your new mentor. You are not your phone. Leave it in the car. The hardest thing you'll ever have to deal with in life is the silence and boredom, but that's where the greatness lies."

"No way!" I rebuked him without even considering his offer. "How am I supposed to go anywhere without it, I'd practically be naked."

"That will be our next topic to build you as a man, but for now the phone holds you back, thinking you're conquering when in reality, you're atrophying," Dad's deep voice reverberated in my eardrum. The deepness sang a song in my subconscious and deep in my pelvis. Just his sound waves were nearly making me awe-inspired by him.

Mesmerized, my feet guided my body to the car without thought. Dropping the phone in the glove compartment to be hidden by strangers.

As I walk away from the car, Dad is radiantly smiling with his hands on his hips. His arms seem bigger than my thighs, and the grooves of his abs are even noticeable through his tight shirt.

And just like that any ounce of doubt I had in following in this man's footsteps was gone. Dad's physicality now imbued me with a spirit like no one in college could, and now I wanted to think like him too.

"Off we go then!" Dad said, pleased that his son would have so much respect to listen to his father.

I'm not sure if it was the sweltering summer sun or the staring back at the car, but as soon as we entered through the tree line, my body entered into a feeling I'd never felt. The temperature dropped a few degrees, taking the edge off that muggy summer afternoon. My ears tuned in to hear the birds chirping in the distance, while the trees whispered against the wind. I think I even began to hear the sound of water the farther we walked.

We had walked for 30 minutes before I even noticed I didn't have my phone. Dad was asking me about how college changed me, and what sort of plans I wanted to have. I was so deeply thinking of the best answers I could for Dad, that I had forgotten about TikTok. And what was best is I felt a deep sense of comfort like no other. Dad didn't ask these questions judgingly, but intriguingly. He made me feel empowered by his tone, and giddy through little positive remarks and physical touches. When he said something that aligned with his stoic nature, it would either be a grab on my shoulder and squeeze that reminded me of his strength, a pat on the back nearly knocking me to my feet, or a slap on the ass that felt unreal.

"I almost forgot that I left my phone in the car. Walking through here, with you, has been refreshing Dad," I demonstrated to my father.

"That's my boy, I'm proud of you for being so open and receptive," he said as he reached his left arm, deep cut with a blue-veined bicep, and smacked my jiggly swimmer's ass, the one he created. "Just wait, you're not even going to recognize yourself by the end of the summer."

Somehow those words rang so true in my brain. I had no opposition to what my father would undo on me. He was becoming the pinnacle of my life.

"So let's cut the bullshit and talk about real man stuff now. Some of these conversations may be hard for you but don't shy away. We are simply two men here and you're an adult now so there's nothing to be scared of," the deep voice from my Dad entranced me.

"Absolutely. I want to be able to command a presence like you Dad," I said.

"Then let's start with this... how many times a week are you jerking off," Dad asked.

There goes that wave getting up on stage in front of millions of people in my gut from hearing my dad say 'jerking off.'

"Dad wha- wait what." I had no other words.

"Bryce, don't forget what I just said," we stopped walking and looked directly into each other's eyes again.

I still can't fathom how his blue eyes just made the green forest around him disappear. The sounds of the birds, of the trees, also seemed to wane by the rotundness of my father's embellished voice.

"You are now an adult and for you to get my full teachings, we must talk about your body and habits. There's nothing to be ashamed of. When I was 22, I was jerking my dick twice a day most days, but that's where you start gaining control over yourself," Dad graciously hymned to his son.

I gave in, "Yeah, that's about right. It's been slightly less while I've been home but senior year of college was twice a day for sure. Now it's at least once when I can get away with it at night when you are sleeping or in the morning," I found the words flow out easier than ever with nothing to talk to but the man ahead of me.

"Good, see it's not so hard to talk about it, we all do it," Dad said while quickly eyeing me up and down. He must have been able to see my cock becoming engorged against my compression shorts. If he did, he didn't say anything. It must have been his unrelenting nerve for patience.

"First you must control those urges, once you control yourself then you can control any kingdom or any girl in your life. It attracts them right to you," Dad said and we continued to journey on our hike. "I never jerk off now, it's profound not only for mental resilience but also because your seed belongs in pussy and for lovemaking."

What the fuck was this man saying? My seed belongs in pussy? Control myself?

"How?" I heard myself say.

Before Dad answered he tilted his head slightly to look behind me.

"Hey, look at this get down," Dad quickly grabbed my shoulders as we both bent down hovering on the dirt.

As Dad reached into his backpack, I tried to look in the direction he was talking about. I don't see anything, I just saw some trees blowing in the wind. Dad pulled out his binoculars and looked straight ahead. Then, I see it. It's a beautiful family of deer. A mom, dad, and baby. They looked incredibly precious.

"Here, look through these," Dad said as he encroached right behind me and brushed his legs against mine. I looked through the binoculars but all that was going on in my mind was how close this burly man was behind me. I felt his hand come down onto my inner thigh as he stabilized himself while handing me the binoculars. His hand was warm and welcoming like the softest blanket on the coldest night. His breath grazed the back of my neck sending chills around my body like I had just fallen asleep and dreamed of flying through the sky. The energy that somehow connected his torso to mine even though we were inches apart.

"This is how," Dad's whisper infatuated my ear as I chilled once again. "Feel the stillness of this moment, the peace of the family of deer, the sound of my voice and trees waving above you, the touch of your feet on the ground."

My dick was now fully hard and there was nothing I could do about it, but he was right. I felt the serenity, this peace. I didn't feel the need to jerk off in the moment, it was something greater, something infinitely stronger. Dad sprang back up to his full stance as I hesitated with a full boner. My shorts would not be able to hide that. I was now looking at him from below. This stance made him the highest power in the universe. His small orange shorts rounded right near my face. I felt it call to me.

"Enough. Come on let's keep going, the falls are up ahead," Dad said as I came back to being.

My ingenuity came in handy as I began to stand. I grabbed the bag on my back and held it in front of me to get the water bottle out. I walked with it for a solid 4 minutes before being able to put it back on my shoulders.

Walking through these woods was pure bliss now as I heard the falls begin to approach me. No other souls out here, just me and my astonishing father.

"Hey Dad, I need to piss real bad," I felt as my bladder continued expanding.

"No problem, there's no one out here, just go ahead and go," Dad said without even the slightest hesitancy.

I looked around to ensure no one was coming but this wasn't anything too crazy. I've pissed outside before in college when the parties are over and we are waiting for our Uber. So I turned around away from my Dad and pulled out my dick. It was plumped from earlier. I noticed its delicate pink head and soft shaft. I began to pee nearly immediately and then heard my Dad come up from behind and say, "Yeah I've got to piss too," as he came up directly next to me and whipped out his Dad cock.

"Dad?!" I shocked myself at the sound of my voice.

"Son, this is the next step to becoming a real man. Never be ashamed of your body. Look at my dick, look at yours. We are both men and have needs and desires. There is absolutely nothing wrong with your body. You are in control of it," Dad's wisdom flowed like the river we are walking by.

I do as he asked and get the first look at my father's soft cock. The one that created my existence in his balls. I did inherit his cock directly, he was amazingly sized. It must have been the source of this confidence. His soft cock was what most men like to have hard. The perfect color of his pink head sat nicely against his perfect veiny shaft. Right as his warm piss began to flow from the head, I noticed the amazing amount of body hair extending from his chiseled body and the base of his dick The man was godly, divine, how could one dick look so amazing.

"Looks like you inherited me well, son," Dad said after an infinite amount of time looking at his crown jewels.

If I wasn't immediately pissing, I would have had the hardest boner of my whole life. How the fuck does my Dad make me feel this way. I'm not sure if it's the physicality or just his immaculate presence that makes me bow at his whim.

Before long we both finished and he gave me another slap on this ass which I beamed with a smile.

"I love you, Dad," I said.

"I love you too, Son," we said back as we both embraced in a hug.

His strong arms held me tightly like I was on the edge of a cliff but completely safe from falling or moving an inch. I felt the sense that this was the most protected, safe, and free I've ever been before.

After continuing to walk, we finally came upon the falls which were a sight to see. The sound of rushing water and the different forms of rock that the water had carved out was quite serene and audacious compared to what the Earth could create.

And before long we headed back to the car and home for the rest of the night. I didn't even grab my phone out of the glove box until I got home. Our conversation was just too enticing for the superficiality of the online world. I knew that what lies in front of me, my beautiful Dad was all that mattered.

Arriving at home Dad and I headed right upstairs to take our showers after the long, sweaty hike. Dad headed right into the bathroom, turned on the light, and pushed the door closed, leaving a small slit that I could see directly into the bathroom mirror.

I headed into my room to remove my clothes before walking into the bathroom. I couldn't see much, but once I saw Dad take off his shirt and turn on the water, I took off my clothes slowly to prolong this. I managed to lift up my shirt and in that time, it seemed like Dad had fully removed his sweaty clothes. I couldn't quite see below his narrowed V-line which I could barely make out. My bulge in my pants could only imagine though.