Editor's note: this fictional work contains scenes of fictional incest or fictional incest content.
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I had just turned 18, I had finished high school a few days before and next year I would go to college, where I wanted to study journalism. For the first time I felt like an adult and the master of my destiny. I was excited about the life ahead of me and I was full of happiness.
At that time I lived alone with my father, Luis. My mother had died a few years ago and I only had one older brother, who for work reasons lived in another city, quite far from ours. We were a well-to-do family, my father worked in a biochemical laboratory and we lived in a villa in an urbanization near Pozuelo de AlarcΓ³n (a town close to the capital of Spain, Madrid).
My relationship with my father could not have been better. After being widowed, he had not remarried nor did I know of any new relationship with him. My father loved me deeply, I am sure he would have given his life for me. When I told him I was gay, he had been completely supportive and his affection for me had even increased, coupled with a tremendous desire to protect me from any danger.
For my part I have to confess that I had strong feelings for him, but these were not only of a paternal-filial nature. My father was still a very young man, not yet 45 years old, handsome, strong, with a beard that gave him an incredible air of virility and also kept in shape, although with an incipient beer belly that made him even more attractive. Although I insisted on denying it to myself, I knew perfectly well that I was sexually attracted to my father, and I often masturbated thinking about his masculine body. I was quite afraid of these feelings; would my father reject me if he found out? That's why I kept them in the utmost secrecy.
It all started one night when I came back from having a drink with friends and my father was waiting for me.
-Hi Hugo, did you have a good time? -he said with his usual affectionate smile.
-Yes, Dad, thank you. How are you still up? It's late.
-You see, I have to talk to you, it's a bit delicate -he looked away, a little embarrassed. I wondered. What was going on?
-Dad, what's wrong? -I sat down across from him.
-You see -he repeated-, the other day...I'm really sorry, Hugo, I...I...I...I....
-Dad, don't worry, you can tell me anything. We don't have secrets, do we? -I told him, although I was aware that this, at least on my part, was a big lie.
-I wanted to look at something quickly and I saw that your computer was connected. I guess the screen lock had malfunctioned and didn't ask for a password... -I started to sweat, I imagined what my father was going to tell me next.
-So you got into my computer -I said in a whisper-, and I guess you saw...
-Well yes, I'm really sorry son, but I saw the pages you had opened and I couldn't help but look at them. All the sites about domination, masters and slaves, and especially the page about "Macrophilia". I had never even heard that word in my life.
Indeed, my sexuality was tremendously fetishistic and I read and watched a lot of pornography and stories on those subjects. I had even written several stories. I felt my face light up with blushes.