He awoke on a cold January morning. Mother gone to see her father pass, as these were going to be his last days with the world. His siblings were with there grandmother as to not put anymore stress on the boy or his dad.
The boy turned 18 today, and he had none of his family to spend it with, besides his dad. Not his father, for father is biological, and being a dad just means you are the one to raise a child, and be their male role model. It was his dad for his seed meant nothing in the creation of this boy, but he loved him all the same, maybe even more do to pressure of feeling distant from the boy.
This boy was quiet and unseen but not unnoticed. He was gay, and no one in the small town where his family resided would over look such a "terrible" thing. Not that his dad cared at all, in fact, his dad was bisexual. He liked both genders not just one, and unlike his son he wasn't shy or quite. He was a loud "hands-on" community member, who enjoyed sex and a good time with anyone he could get his hands on. Of course his wife didn't know that and the man intended to keep it that way.
The son thought about sex all the time. How his dad was such a great fucker, and how he knew how to manipulate people into getting in bed with him. The boy wanted a sex life of his own. How he just wanted to get fucked, he wanted to be someone's play toy, and he thought the only man for the job was his dad. It was a crazy fantasy that the boy had in visioned and written about many times over but knew in the back of his mind it was just a fantasy. That it could never really happen but he could still dream of this forbidden taboo. He could still sit in his room and pleasure himself by reading those stories of incest, but he knew it didn't live up to what it really would have been like. What it really would've felt like.
His dad came slowly down the stairs with a small gift box in his hand and handed it to his son. "Happy 18th" he said with a smile and a hug.
His son smiled back to him. "Thanks dad. It doesn't feel much different though." he chuckled.
The father looked at his son, and then at the box. "Don't open it yet." he warned his son with a smile.
He looked at his father confused and unknowing of what it could possibly be. "Why?" he asked quietly.
"Just wait. It will be better later." His dad said with a smile.
The boy just held the box and contemplated all the possibilities inside. He went through his day thinking of ideas. A necklace, a bracelet, NOTHING... The boy had no idea and by 8 o'clock he was within the realm of just opening it and getting it over with, but he couldn't do it; he couldn't ruin such a surprise.
There was a sudden knock on the door. It was the boys uncle and the boy couldn't be any happier to see him.
"Happy 18th." his bad ass uncle said with a hand shake.
"Thanks." The boy said again.
And at that moment, dad walked into the room. With a sly smile. "Hey Nick." He said to the uncle.
"Hey Justin." Nick said to the son's dad.
"You ready?" Justin asked with a small grin.
"What are you two planning?" The boy asked his two muscular male relatives.
"You'll see." His dad said again. "Come into my room when we call you." He grinned walking up the stairs with Uncle Nick following closely behind.
20 minutes went by and all the boy had heard was a bit of rustling and moving around. He thought about everything that could have been happening. Were they putting together a present? Were they getting a small party together? The boy didn't know what was going on.
He heard from the top of the stairs his dad yell "Open the box and come up here after you're done with it."
"Okay." he shouted back to him.