Author's Note (B Flat):
While the first chapter of this story was based in true life experiences, I've decided to mix some fiction into the rest of this story at the request of readers and to make for a more interesting story.
This story deals with gay incest but this particular chapter is about two friends who 'accidently' have sex. Chapter 3 will get back to the gay incest theme.
I've decided to mix it up a little and future chapters will even go into bisexuality and heterosexual incest. Of course, I will identify which topic each chapter will be in the Author Notes.
Enjoy!
Chapter 2: THE ACCIDENTAL SEEDING
The guilt and shame hit me almost immediately after going back to my own bed. I had enjoyed the sex with my dad but now I felt awful.
Am I gay? What if someone finds out what just happened? Did Dad just use me to get off? Was he only nice to me so that I'd have sex with him? Oh my God, I must be gay.
I laid in my bed not sleeping that night, hating myself for what I had just done. It was one thing to fool around with John. It was quite another to have sex with my own dad.
I must be sick. I don't want to be gay! I want girls!!
At that young age, I had never heard the term "bi-sexual" and didn't know that people could be attracted to both sexes. This was the early 1980's. Any type of sex with the same sex was considered repulsive and the person doing it was the worst type of slime, not even considered a human being.
All I kept thinking was that if any of the girls at school ever learned about what I had just done, they would never love me and that was the one thing I wanted most in life, was a girl to finally love me.
Throughout the day, I avoided my father and tried not to give in to the depression that I felt on the outer edges of my mind.
I felt sick to my stomach whenever my thoughts strayed to sex at all, whether it be heterosexual or homosexual.
Will I ever feel normal again?
John kept calling and I finally gave in and told him to come over.
I wanted to open up to him and tell him what happened between my dad and I the night before but every time I started to get the courage to tell him, my mouth went dry a nd the words just wouldn't come.
John and I spent so much time together growing up that he was used to my silence. He was the kind of guy that liked to talk and I was the kind of guy who didn't, so we were a good match.
After a few hours together, it was getting late so I expected him to begin yawning and leave after he got to the point where he could hardly keep his eyes open. But, as we occasionally do, he asked if he could 'bunk' with me.
We had been doing this since we were about 3 years old. My mom was the first to encourage us to share a sleeping bag and sleep together. I distinctly remember the first time. We were camping and had taken John along with us and we boys were cold and I asked my mom if we could sleep in their tent together instead of our own tent. My parents never hid their sexual nature and dad told us boys that he needed my mom's breasts to warm him that night so we'd better just share a sleeping bag and zip it up tight. My dad referred to my mom's tits as 'boobies', which made John giggle at age 3, he was a breast man and loved to see my mom's tits. For a short, petite woman, she did have fantastic tits. To this day, whenever I bring up my mom's image in my mind, she is bare-breasted.
So, we climbed in and snuggled with one another, which we found that kept each other warm.
We never outgrew that and didn't think anything about two grown teenaged boys climbing into a big sleeping bag in just our underpants and zipping it up.
This time, though, when John got the sleeping bag out of my closet and stripped down to his underpants, it turned me on.
I quickly stripped down to my briefs and we got into the sleeping bag together and turned out the light.
We were silent for several minutes. I could hear him breathing and could feel his warm body next to mine and it really turned me on.
"My cousin told me that when girls fart, it smells so much worse than boys farting because they fart from both their ass and their pussy." He laughed. "Man, when I get a wife, I'll make her go outside to fart!" He giggled.
I smiled in the darkness. John was fond of looking up disgusting facts about sex and biology then repeating them.
"If two guys shoot their jizz at the same time and the jizz mixes, would it be poisonous if someone licked the jizz up and ate it?"
This was 1982. This was before we even heard the terms HIV and AIDS. John and I had not been sexually active so neither of us knew anything about sex at all and even less about gay sex. I had watched my parents fucking but nobody stopped fucking to explain to me in detail about sex. All I knew was that my parents felt good while having sex and that it turned me on to watch them.
"Did you know that Mrs. Harris at school used to be a cheerleader when she went to our school? My cousin went to school with her and said that she went down on all 17 football players after they won the Bloomsville game. She swallowed so much sperm that they had to take her to the hospital and have her stomach pumped."
You never really knew if John's stories were true or not.
"You know, John, my dad has the smallest cock and that the only way he could get my mom pregnant was for her to blow him until he came in her mouth then she spit his sperm into her pussy to conceive me. The only sexual position they can do is doggie-style because he is so damned fat."
John nodded, knowing that I was telling the truth then he busted up laughing. He knew that I never lied, especially to him.
"Why does your mom stay with a husband with such a small dick, Denny? I've seen your mom naked and she was so beautiful. If I had even a little chance, I'd have romanced her and shown your wonderful mother that not all guys are pricks like your dad. There are nice guys like you and me, Denny! She'd probably still be alive if your dad weren't such a controlling asshole."
"Yes, guys like us, still virgins when we are 30, start throwing up when a beautiful girl is near..."
"Hey, that only happened twice and I had a puke bag with me the second time so my puke didn't get all over this time."
I smiled sadly at my friend, remembering just how beautiful my mom was and missing her.
"I stand corrected... guys like us... our idea of a great date is going to the public library on a Friday night and see who can read the latest Star Trek novel first. Then, go to a diner and talk about the book all night."
"We have had some pretty damned good Trek discussions, you know."
I nodded. "I know but you do actually know that typical girls aren't into that right?"
"Bullshit! Remember Gillian Marks?"
I chuckled softly. "Before or after she cut her hair short, put a rolled up sock in the crotch of her jeans and demanded that we call her 'Gil'. She was a lot of fun after she became Gil and started smoking cigars. There's nothing like seeing a 6-pack on the chest of a 16 year old girl who always looked more like a dude than a girl anyway."
John must have given me a dirty look but because he was facing the opposite of me in the sleeping back and it was dark, I couldn't tell for sure.
Almost a minute passed in uncomfortable silence.
"Johnny?" I asked tentatively, ready to apologize if I hurt his feelings.
