This is a gay male story, but as the self-explanatory title implies it involves homosexual activity of an incestuous nature.
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I woke up and saw that the kitchen light was still on, and when I went out to investigate I saw pretty much what I expected. Dad was asleep, or passed out, in the kitchen chair. The half empty bottle of Jack Daniels and an empty glass were in front of my father, who had his head on the table and was out cold.
My father wasn't a drunk, or at least I didn't think he was. He didn't drink too often, and usually just on special occasions, like today. Today is my Mom's birthday, and it's days like this that he breaks out the Jack. Their wedding anniversary is a cause for drinking too, and just about anything else that reminds him of her.
Mom died a few years back, and while we both miss her, I think Dad misses her even more that I do. That's why he breaks out the bottle, and it's also why I don't think any less of him for it. In the morning, he'll go to work and be fine.
"C'mon Dad," I said, trying to help him up to his feet.
He's about a head taller than I am, but I outweigh him so I manage to get him up on his feet thanks to my strength. Dad is long and lean, in direct contrast to my short and stout build, but thankfully he's able to move a little because getting him to his bedroom would have been tough without his help.
I let Dad rest his hand on my shoulder as I help him get his clothes off, trying to make sure he doesn't fall, and finally get him onto the bed to finish the job.
Dad is in pretty good shape for a 54 year old guy, his slim body is toned and very trim. The hair on his chest is now salt and pepper in color, the one tell-tale sign of his age. I unbuckle his belt and coax his pants down his pale and hairless legs, and as I do, my eyes go to his boxer shorts.
I had gotten a glimpse of my father naked years ago, but had never really gotten a good look at him, and for some reason I found my hands going up to the elastic of his boxer shorts as he laid back on the bed with his legs hanging over the side.
"This is sick," I remember whispering to myself as I slowly pulled down the striped briefs, exposing first the wild spray of pubic hair and then the shaft of his cock.
I exhaled loudly as more and more of the flaccid beige tube was exposed as I tugged the briefs down, shuddering when I saw my Dad's manhood up close for the first time.
No big deal, I recall thinking as I got the underwear off and pulled his legs up onto the bed. Just a six inch cock, just like mine. The only difference was that mine was six inches hard, while Dad's was as limp as a dish rag.
My Dad has a huge cock. That thought which came to me at that moment seemed so weird to be thinking, but then again there I was staring at him as he dozed away on the bed, his cock dangling on his side like an elephants trunk. Dad wasn't circumcised, and only the tip of the rose hued glans was peeking out from behind the shroud, while below his golf ball-sized nuts hung down to the sheet in their long wrinkled pouch.
It was then that I realized that not only was my cock hard, I was stroking myself, my hand busy under my pajamas. Jerking off while staring at my old man's cock was sick even for me, but there I was. It was all I could do to keep myself from reaching down and touching his cock, so badly did I want to see him hard - to see how big he really would get.
My knees almost gave out as I came, coating the inside of my pajamas with what seemed like a copious loud of semen. Dad mumbled something just after I finished cumming, so I quickly pulled up the sheet over him and exited the room, practically crying when I thought about what I had done.
***
The next morning I had trouble looking at my Dad, and not only because I was so ashamed of myself either. The thought of that big cock swaying around under those baggy slacks made my dick tingle just thinking about it, and by the time I ran out to catch my school bus I was sporting a boner.
School was tough these days, because I had 2 classes with Jeff Proctor, and just looking at him hurt, knowing he was seeing somebody else. Jeff was my first boyfriend, and after we had a fight and broke up I swore there would never be anybody else. I might have only been 18, but I felt like my life was over.
All day though, my thoughts kept drifting away from Jeff and to somebody else. Dad. I almost wanted to go and talk with my guidance counselor about it, but could imagine how that would go.
"Say, Mr. Allen, last night I got my father naked and can't get the vision of his cock out of my head," I imagined saying to the old coot. "Is it weird to want to suck your old man's cock?"
No, that wouldn't do at all.
***
I went to our school's basketball game that night, just so I wouldn't be home around my father all night, but watching a bunch of athletic guys running around in shorts didn't do much to keep my mind off of things. The only thing worse would have been to go to the wrestling tournament. That would have been worse not only for the obvious reasons, but also because Jeff was on the team.
We lost, as usual, and after the game I took my time going home. I stopped at the little pocket park where a bunch of guys from school were drinking beer. I bought a couple off of one of my classmates and after belting them down began to trudge home.
Most of the lights were out when I got home, which I was happy for, and when I went into the kitchen I saw that the bottle of Jack Daniels was at the same level it had been last night, which meant that Dad was probably okay. As I was holding the bottle of hear a noise behind me, which almost made me drop the thing.
"Go ahead, Steven," my Dad said.
"Uh - no, I was just looking at it," I mumbled.
"It's okay," Dad said. "Heck, let's have a drink together. You wouldn't mind having a drink with your old man, would you? Smells like you have a head start on me."
"Had a few beers after the game," I admitted.
My father was already getting out a couple of rocks glasses and before I could refuse he already had them filled.
"Cheers," Dad said, and after we clinked glasses I forced some of the liquor down.
"You okay, Steven?" Dad asked, and when I nodded I got an idea.
Actually, it was just before that when my mind started working. Dad was wearing pajamas, and when my eyes traveled down his body I couldn't help but see the outline of his cock as it snaked down the inside of his right thigh.
"Maybe I had a beer too many," I slurred, wincing as I drained the glass and asked for a refill.
"I know the feeling," Dad said. "Last night I - well, you know. After all, you were the one that made sure that I got into bed okay, right?"
I nodded, trying to make out like I was under the influence without overdoing the acting.
"Mom would have been 52 yesterday," Dad said.
"I know," I mumbled, and as sick as it sounds, when I thought of Mom I now thought of the tiny little woman getting impaled by my father's monster cock, and wondered how such a petite woman could have taken it.
"Guess we're kinda in the same boat, I suspect," Dad said, looking over his glass at me while he sipped his Jack. "I miss your mother and you miss Jeff."
