*This a story of fiction and imagination*
My mom and dad split up when I was young and I didn't get to see my dad as much. My mom and I eventually moved away from my home to another city in state with her new boyfriend. Over time I found myself attracted to some people that I hadn't seen in a while. One of them happened to be my dad. My mom had become person I could not stand, but I still loved her, so I moved back to my hometown to live with my dad. I was fourteen when I moved back, and I was still very into my dad. My dad did have a girlfriend after my mom for a couple of years but then they broke up and he hasn't had one since.
I figured nothing sexual would never happen between us since I had always thought he was very much straight. I have lived with him ever since I was fourteen and now I am eighteen. My dad always had suspicions that I was gay and when I finally told him he said that he always knew and that he would love me no matter what. This was surprising to since he was a very strict, typical, Asian father. When I was little I would take baths with him and I can remember his dick being really big, it was not until I was older that I knew that Asians were said to have "small penises" but I guess that wasn't true for my dad. Because I was half Spanish and Mexican-Indian and my dad had a big dick I got some good genes that gave me a cock like my dad's.
I like to go snooping in my dad's room a lot, and it wasn't until I was eighteen when I found out that my dad was gay! I was in his room and I saw that he hadn't taken his computer to work. I went through it and found a tab open to gay porn. I was so surprised and amazed, I went through his search history and found "father son gay incest" and that is when I became really excited. At that moment I knew I was going to make a move on my dad. I just didn't know when and how, and I was really nervous about it. I went to bed that night still thinking about it and trying to figure out how it would happen.