Warning: This story is about the desires of a bisexual father for his straight son. It involves reluctance, dubious consent, and non-consent. If any of those things are not your cup of tea then please move on to a different story.
I was eighteen when I learned about my Dad's secret life. On the surface of things he was a heterosexual guy happy married to my Mom. But as I discovered on his laptop one day in his home office, my Dad was bisexual, and had strong desires for sex with men. And, in fact, before getting married to Mom he did have sex with men. Multiple windows were open on his computer, including for sex discussion groups, porn videos, erotic stories, and so on. I first thought it was an accident that I'd discovered all of this when my Dad told me he'd be gone for at least an hour doing an errand at the hardware store.
But then a week later his laptop was out again with more forbidden content when he pointedly told me that he'd be out for a while. At all of these times Mom was at work. And the next week I found even more stuff. I was almost certain that my father was intentionally leaving his laptop out and open for me, with with these porn sites, erotic incest stories, and then even diary entries he'd written to reveal his otherwise secret desires to me.
As I read his diary entries the biggest shock was that he wanted to have sex with me, his own son. My Dad had fantasies about showing me his erect cock, which he somehow thought I wanted to see. My Dad also thought about my penis a lot. How big it might be, how often I got hard, was I bisexual like him, and so on. My father wrote vividly about his desire to suck my cock. My Dad wanted to taste my cum.
Even more than that, my father wanted me to put his erect Daddy dick into my mouth. He imagined pushing me down on my knees, and then having me suck his cock. He not only wanted me to taste his cum, he even wanted to force his cock into my throat. He wanted to teach me to deepthroat his Daddy cock. In my Dad's twisted fantasies he thought that when I felt his large erection in my throat I would finally feel how he felt about me.
He also wanted me me to deepthroat him, which was something he wanted very much.
Finally, my Daddy wanted wanted me to bend over and voluntarily submit to him. He wanted me to submit to his cock as he fucked me in the ass.
And, of course, he wanted to keep all of this secret from Mom, as he explained in his diary entries.
All of this shook my world. For starters, I was almost completely straight. I'd had a few thoughts about men, and I'd met a few men I thought were attractive. Once in a while I even thought about cocks. But mostly, I confess, I thought about my own cock, which fascinated me with how it could go from soft to hard in just a minute, or even less. I have a strong sex drive, and am almost constantly horny, as many eighteen year old guys are. My cock was often hard with my strong desires, and I usually need to masturbate three or even four times a day.
But almost always I fantasized about women, not men. The porn I watched was about women, my wet dreams were about women, and so on. But so far, just out of high school, even though I was pretty good looking, I was still a virgin. The women I had crushes on had other guys, and the women who had made passes at me either hadn't been attractive to me for whatever reasons, or I had fumbled my chances because I was too shy and inexperienced.
Week after week I thought about what to do about my Dad. The way he looked at me, and the way I looked at him, it seemed clear that we both knew that I was aware of his desires for me.
One day he just asked me, "Did you read what was on my computer, son? Do you know what your Daddy wants?"
"Yes, Dad, but I'm not--" I said, but then he just smiled and walked a way.
But one day he made it even more clear. I was eating some breakfast cereal at the dining table when Mom was at work. He came out of the master bathroom after a shower with a towel towel around his waste. He stood just a couple of feet away from me, clearly about to say something.
"Hi Dad," I said, wondering if I should bring up the topic between us.
"Hi son," he said, "I want to show you something important."
My father then undid his towel and let it drop to the floor, showing me for the first time his large and completely erect penis.
I stared at it for several seconds. My father's circumcised cock stood up at about a forty-give degree angle, as if it was saluting me. It was was thick and veined, like mine. In fact, I realized I was my father's son, and that my cock looked very similar. Since I was seven inches when erect, my guess was that he was too.
Although I was disturbed by his exhibitionism, showing in such a shocking way that his cock was hard for me, in spite of myself I also started to get aroused. I could feel my penis slowly getting hard in my pajamas under the table. This was so forbidden and so wrong, but that seemed to be part of what made it arousing in spite of myself.
I said somewhat calmly, but also trembling a little, "I already know your cock gets hard when you think about me, Dad. I read all of that twisted stuff you left out for me on your computer, week after week. But I'm not really bisexual. I'm attracted to women. Plus you're my father. You showing me your fucking boner for me is beyond wrong, Dad. Aren't you ashamed of yourself? What if Mom found out?"
"All I'm asking for, son," he said, his cock staying hard for me, and even pulsing a little, "is for one weekend away, just the two of us. We can talk this out. It's fine if you prefer women. That doesn't mean you can't let a man give you some relief. I'm sure you've wanted someone to suck your cock. Someday a woman will do that, in fact several women will probably do that. But as a short-term thing you can let a man do that for you. And I want you to suck my cock, son. I want you to learn how to take a man's erection all the way, into your throat. It would just be our secret weekend. I'd be so grateful. You don't even know how much."
He went on, "And aren't you getting aroused seeing by your Daddy's hard penis? The sperm from my cock helped to make you, son. I want to taste your own father's sperm, and then swallow it. Don't you want to have your Daddy's cock and sperm on your tongue? Think about what an experience it would be, swallowing my cum for a whole weekend. It would be an experience that you'd remember for the rest of your life."
"Fuck you, Dad! You're not just twisted, you're sick," I said.
But then I thought about it for several more seconds.
I wondered if maybe a weekend away might be the only thing to resolve this. I didn't want Mom to discover it, and he was clearly getting very reckless. I thought during a weekend away I might be able to talk him down from it, even if we didn't do anything but talk. At least I could try.
"I don't know, Dad," I said, still trembling, and looking back and forth between my Dad's cock and his handsome face, "But because of your twisted display, yes, I am starting to get hard too. I don't know why."
In fact, my cock was quite hard at this point, much to my shame. I realized that even though I was mostly straight that seeing a hard cock that wanted me, even in this forbidden way, was somehow arousing. It was just so sexual. And he wanted me so much. I had already wondered if in college I might have a fling with a guy at some point, even though I was mostly interested in women. There was a guy in my high school who had already made a pass at me senior year. I was shocked, and turned him down, but he still flirted with me sometimes. Anyway, maybe I could skip possibly having a guy in college, and just have my gay experience with my Dad? No! What the fuck was I even thinking?
But finally I went on.
"Yes, Dad, I know how grateful you'd be....Fuck! Yes, I'll go away for a weekend with you, but only if you promise this will be it. And I don't promise to do anything except talk. I don't think I can do those things, Dad. But we can talk, and try to get these twisted and immoral ideas out of your mind. But you really need to get professional counseling, Dad. You have to promise me you'll do that before I'll go away with you. And somehow we need to hide all of this from Mom, so that she doesn't divorce you."
"Thank you, son," he said, adding, "You're right. I do need professional help. I promise I'll get professional help, as many sessions as needed, after we've had our weekend away together."
He picked up the towel then, put it around himself again, and said that he'd go make us a reservation for us at an Air bnb.
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A few weeks later we were at the small and remote rental house in the mountains, with enthusiastic blessings from Mom. If only she knew. It only had one bedroom, and so I knew that Dad wanted us to share a bed. And not just for sleep.
I talked with him on the long drive up, and he told me that for the eighteen years since I'd been born he'd been trying to suppress his desires for men. I told him why not give in now? Go to a gay bar if you have to. He said that he was scared about diseases, and not just for himself, but for Mom. And he was also scared of hurting her emotionally. That did actually make sense to me.
But why me, I asked, why incest? Couldn't you just masturbate to porn or something? He said he'd been doing that for so long, and it just wasn't enough. Then one day after I'd turned eighteen, a few months ago, he'd seen me coming out of my bathroom with a hard-on. I remembered that day, but had no idea what seeing my hard-on would do to my Dad, as I went from the bathroom into my bedroom where I'd forgotten my clothes. He said from that day forward he wanted to suck my cock, and have me suck his. With his son it would be secret and safe. He already had his first therapy appointment set up. But he really thought that after just a weekend with me that he'd be fulfilled, and then could let it go, and could be happily married with Mom again.
The idea of having sex with my Dad was both horrifying and somewhat arousing at the same time. Not knowing if it would be difficult to perform, I hadn't masturbated for two whole days. That was so I could probably get hard if I had to, even if I didn't find it very arousing, which seemed like a danger.
But at eighteen not masturbating was probably a mistake. Because then my cock was hard most the time on the drive up, and I saw my Dad glancing once in a while at my jeans at my package.
Although the rental house was small it was fancy. Dad had built a nice fire in fireplace, and he was sitting on the cushy couch as we talked. The views of the forested mountains out the windows were quite pleasant from this isolated place.
I couldn't believe I was about to have sex with my Dad, but I also kinda wanted to try it now, and get it over with. If it didn't work, then maybe we could just move on, and try to pretend to be a somewhat normal father and son again.
I said, unable to keep the annoyance from my voice, "Well, Dad, this was your idea. You've told me that if we do this you'll get over it. So, do you want your own son to suck on your fucking cock, or do you want suck mine?"
My dark-haired father sat on the couch with his legs spread wearing blue jeans, and as I looked at his crotch I could see that my father's penis was already erect. My Dad really wanted to have sex with me.
But then again, my cock was hard too, and I could see him looking at my bulge.
"I want to feel your hard penis in my mouth, James. I'm sorry for my weakness and for my sin. I know this is all my fault. But may I get it out?"
I said calmly, but with subdued anger, "Yes, Dad, you fucking pervert. You can get out your son's penis. If that's what it takes for you to get you over this obsession, let's get it over with."
Soon he was down on his knees in front of me, and gently caressing my erection through my jeans, then undoing the top button, carefully unzipping, and lowering my jeans over down my hips. Then he lowered my black cotton briefs too, and suddenly the forbidden thing was starting to happen.
