ATTENTION: This story depicts gay incest between a father and son. It is not for all audiences.
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CHAPTER ONE: THE FIRST SEEDING
Exactly 3 days after my 18th birthday, my best friend in the whole world passed away. My mom had died.
Grief overcame both me and my father.
I had spent almost all of my life hating my father, for he had always been a cruel tormenter, who had always made me feel as if I were never good enough.
But, after mom's death, through his grief came a man I had never known, a much kinder and gentle man. A man I could actually like.
My father a huge man. He stood 6 foot tall and weighed almost 300 pounds. He was very stocky. His hands were twice the size of mine.
I was always a small-framed boy, inheriting my "girlish" figure from my mom who had been 4'11 and petite. By the time I was 18, I was 5 foot 6 inches tall and weighed 158. I inherited many of my feminine traits from my mother. I was shy and soft-spoken, very little body hair, except for my head and my pubic area. I was a light-skinned blond boy with very little muscle as I never learned to work out as young boys my age did. My chest was smooth and hairless and my ass was smooth and shapely. By the time I was in my teens, I had more men looking at me as I passed by than women. I'd look back sometimes and catch men staring at my ass.
Of course, I was too shy to do anything about the sexual attention except blush and I did a lot of blushing back when I was a kid.
At age 12, my dad caught masturbating and was very cruel about it. He announced it in front of the entire family, saying that I had a bad habit of playing with myself. He said this in front of my oder brothers wives and girlfriends. I was mortified.
It didn't stop me from jacking off. I just learned to hide it better. I began to hate my father that day.
My family was not shy when it came to sex and that's why I was so hurt by my dad treating me this way. I often watched my parents fuck in front of me. My mom always said that sex was a natural thing and there was no shame in it. Mom used to go to her knees and suck my dad off as we were watching TV. She taught me before I was 10 what that white stuff that shot from dad's cock was and that I'd soon be shooting sperm too. By the time I was 12, they had demonstrated every sexual position to me.
I spent my teen years as horny as hell but too shy to participate. I'd just sit there and watch them, getting a hard-on of my own. Neither of my parents tried to molest me or anything. In my adulthood, I realized that they wanted me to make my own decision and join them if I felt like it. But, I never made the move due to my shyness. Instead, I'd go to my room afterwards and jack off.
The only time I even came close to having any kind of sex when I was a teenager was when my best friend and I were out in the field looking at porn magazines. I noticed his huge erection and our eyes met. John slid his shorts to his ankles and told me to do the same then we both jacked off in front of one another.
John's cock was beautiful but I could tell that he was disappointed that my cock was bigger than his. I was so horny that I wanted to reach out and touch his cock but as usual, I was too shy to do it.
John wanted to compare our dicks so we stood facing each other with our hard cocks jutting from our young bodies and we looked each other in the eyes as we moved closer so that our cocks were touching. It felt so good when his cock rubbed against my cock that I almost lost my load. I closed my eyes and I'm sure John heard my moan.
We moved slowly toward one another, our cocks caressing one another's as we slid closer to each other's pelvis. My cock was the first to hit his soft blond patch of pubic hair. God, it felt so soothing to my cock to feel the soft mound of blond hair. I must have moaned again because John had a silly smile on his face. I stopped short from ramming the head of my cock into his groan.
We both broke from the mutual stare to look down at our cocks. John's cock was about half the length of mine but his cock was much thicker. I loved his cock. I wanted to give his beefy cock little wet kisses of love. I wanted to taste him.
"Shit, you got pre-cum on my pubic hair!" John said softly and at first, I thought he was mad but then he looked at me and I realized that he was enjoying this as much as I was.
To my surprise, he reached down and scooped up some of the pre-ejaculation fluid onto his finger, touching the head of my cock briefly, wiping more pre-cum onto his finger. He studied it then shockingly, he put his finger into his mouth ad tasted my pre-cum.
Looking back years later, I realized that this and many other things that John did in the years of our teens were his way of coming onto me but neither of us were willing to make the first move but we had lots of exciting times in our shyness.
"Don't get any ideas, Denny. I ain't no fag. I just wondered if yours tasted like mine and it does." John said in defense after I failed to return the gesture.
I wanted to reach out and touch him. I wanted to taste his pre-cum. Hell, I wanted to learn to suck cock by practicing on my best friend.
I may even have been in love with John at some point but when we were 17, we had a bitter fight and never spoke again. The truth is that I was jealous of him spending more time with another guy than he did with me. Maybe if I had opened up to him and told him my feelings, we'd still be friends if not lovers today.
After a few minutes of silence while our cocks touched and we stared into each other's eyes, waiting for the other to make a move, we broke contact. My cock suddenly felt cold as he moved away from me and a lump stuck in my throat. Suddenly, we were both too embarrassed to continue jacking off. John was the first to stuff his erection back into his pants.
"I gotta go." R said hastily and quickly walked away.
I was left with my cock on my hand, my pants down around my ankles and staring at John's ass as he walked way, my cock throbbing at thoughts of the possibility of touching his bare ass one day.
I feverishly jacked off nd cried out John's name as I shot the biggest load of my young life into the grass of the meadow that was our favorite spot for jacking off. It was the spot we came to up until our big fight. I'd learn years from then when meeting John again at our 20th year class reunion that he hid in the trees and watched me jack off as he jacked himself. He knew that I wanted him when he heard me crying his name as I shot my sperm. He whispered my name as well as he shot his own sperm onto the tree bark in front of him.
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After my mom died, I could really have used my best friend but it had been a year since our fight. My heart still ached due to our breakup. That was what it really was. We broke up after being together almost all of our lives. Neither of us were going to confront the other about the way we felt toward one another. In the end, John fced his homosexuality and met another guy who was more willing to admit the feelings he had for John, if only sexual.
Back in the 1980s in small town USA, no one really came out and said they were gay. They simply either lived in loneliness and disappointment or found someone else that felt the same way.
John had found a guy who wasn't shy about experimenting with another guy but was also discreet. While I suspected that his new friend, Tom, was gay, it was a guard secret. I never found out for sure. But, my jealousy blinded me and I lost someone I loved very much.
Then, my whole world came crumbling down around me as the only remaining friend I had left in the world died in May 1982, 3 days after my 18th birthday.
