Editor's note: this fictional work contains scenes of completely fictional incest or fictional incest content.
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I went to the movies with my dad tonight. It was a spontaneous idea, we haven't gone to a cinema together that often before. But I really hope it will happen again, and I'll tell you why here.
It all started quite innocently. We had just had dinner and were tidying up the dining room and kitchen. That's our deal at home: Mum cooks, Dad and I clear the table and kitchen afterwards. Normally I would have been out with a friend. We were going to eat and then go to the cinema, but unfortunately he got sick.
"If you want, we can go to the movies together?" Dad said to me in the kitchen.
"The two of us? The two of us together?"
I immediately realised that my counter-question was far too surprised. Dad laughed: "It's okay, son... if you're too embarrassed to be seen in public with your old man..."
"Oh, no, no... yeah, sorry, that sounded a bit weird," I replied quickly, thinking about it for a moment. As I said, we hadn't been to the cinema together that often, and certainly not as a couple. "And Mum?"
"Honey? Do you mind if Tim takes me to the cinema today?" Dad called into the living room, where Mum had already made herself comfortable on the sofa.
"Oh yeah... do that. Then I'll be able to watch my 'Dancing with the stars' without your stupid comments," she called back. Mum loves watching that show every Friday night.
Dad winked at me: "That was a lesson in the success of an ingenious strategy to wear down your mother!"
"More than that, it was a lesson in how quickly a wife wants to get rid of her husband," she shouted from the living room.
"That's fine with me," Dad called back, laughing.
So we cleaned up, packed our things, drove into town, parked in a parking garage, and walked to Martin Luther King Square, our city's nightlife hub. We quickly agreed on a film (it was the last showing of an action film we both wanted to see) and just as quickly sat down in the last row of a cinema with popcorn and beer. When the lights finally went out for the commercials, the huge auditorium was still completely empty.
"I don't think anyone wants to see this film... what have we chosen?" I joked.
"Well, let's see. Maybe everyone has already seen it and we're the last people in the world who haven't!" Dad replied. "If we don't like it, we can just leave!"
Dad and I talked about this and that, commented on the commercials, ate popcorn and drank our beer. Then two more visitors came into the cinema: two boys about my age sat down at the end of the next-to-last row. Something about their behaviour caught my attention. They weren't weird or anything, but somehow they were behaving strangely: in the semi-darkness and out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that they moved back and forth between the back three rows of seats two or three times and kept looking at us.
I turned to Dad on the other side and asked: "What about them?"
I pointed behind me with a slight tilt of my head to let him know who I was talking about.
Dad glanced past me and said, "Maybe they're looking for the best seat?"
I looked over at them again, a little confused. Then the lights came back on and a salesman came into the room. "Beer, popcorn, candy?" he called into the hall.
"Shall we have two more beers?" Dad asked, waving the salesman over without waiting for my answer.
"The main thing is that we can still get home in the car".
"Sure!" Dad said and ordered the beers. The salesman then walked over to where the two boys had finally taken their seats. My eyes followed the salesman to the two young men. It was really clear now: they were looking over at me and Dad. They smiled a little, although I wasn't sure if they were making fun of us, whether they were insecure or just friendly.
"Really, now they're looking at us too. What's wrong with them?"
"Do you know them?" Dad asked. "From college, maybe?"
"I'm not sure."
I thought about it for a moment, but then the show started: the lights went down, the curtain was fully opened and the first trailer for a new film began, so I didn't give a second thought to the two young men at the end of our row of seats, where they had finally sat down.
That changed after the film had been running for a few minutes when I noticed movement again out of the corner of my eye. "Are they changing rows again?" I thought at first, but didn't look because I wanted to concentrate on the film. But when the slight unease in the corner of my eye didn't go away, I looked. At first I wasn't sure, the cinema was dark, the little light from the screen was flickering. It was hard to make out the two boys. But then I recognised them: one of them had leaned over to the other one sitting next to him and was moving his head up and down between his legs. It was obvious: he was sucking off his friend.
How? I mean... yes, I know how... but here? Just like that? Stunned, I stared at the two of them. The sitting guy who was getting the blowjob took his friend's head in both hands and started moving his hips up and down - fucking his friend's mouth. At first he looked down at his friend, but then he looked up and right into my face... there wasn't much to see, but I was sure his eyes were on me. I quickly looked back up at the screen, completely frozen in shock. What on earth was going on? Should I say something to Dad?
I swallowed, a big lump in my throat. The situation overwhelmed me: to be honest, this kind of situation had happened in my imagination before, but to suddenly see a guy getting sucked off in a cinema in real life was something else. I turned my head slightly towards Dad to see if he had noticed anything, but he seemed to be concentrating on the film. However, he noticed me looking at him and turned to me. "What's wrong, son?" he whispered.
"Look over there," I whispered.
"Where?" Dad whispered back, but when he looked past me and the two boys came into view a second later, he widened his eyes and stopped moving, I realised he knew what I meant now.
