The following short tale contains sexual activities of an incestuous nature. What happened is supposedly true and were related to me by an acquaintance. Those offended by such things would not enjoy this story.
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Everybody said I had the coolest Dad in the world because he never chewed me out when I screwed up, which was pretty often back in the 18th summer of my life in 1968, and while that wasn't really the case, I still had a pretty long leash.
He didn't mind that I drank beer back in the woods every weekend and came home pretty shit-faced, telling me that as long as I wasn't driving and didn't do damage to anybody or and anything, he was okay with that.
"I was young once myself," Dad was found of saying. "Sow your wild oats now, because when you get out in the real world you'll find that sometimes life isn't all that much fun."
It hadn't been fun for Dad as of late, what with Mom passing away suddenly and him losing his job and having to settle for one that paid less. Add onto that him having to be both mother and father to a teenager, and I could see the toll things had taken on him in recent year.
He was still my hero though, and I loved him with all of my heart. He loved me too, but up until the night before I didn't realize how much. Last night I had drank a little bit more than usual because it had been a hot night, so I didn't remember much of what happened once I got home, but what I did recall still stunned me.
Even the next morning I was having trouble believing that it had actually happened, even though the evidence was right there. The semen stain on the sheet and the dried cum that was in my little nest of pubic hair - that was mine.
The other dried semen that was on the lower part of my back down near where my butt crack starts - that wasn't mine. It was Dad's, and all day I struggled to put what happened together in my mind, but couldn't.
That was why I was determined to stay in control of myself back in the woods, watching my intake so that I would be aware of what was going on when I got home. That was easier to do that usual, because it started raining like hell, and even though we had a pretty sheltered area back there to drink, eventually the rain started to get through the leaves.
Still and all, we were a hardy bunch so we stuck it out. After all this old gang of our would be breaking up soon, with us going to college, the service or, as Dad would put it, real life.
There were 5 of us, four guys and one girl, although Roberta had always been a tomboy and wanted to be treated like one of the guys. She was like a sister to us, except for the one time a while back when she hung around after Ted and Ernie had left for home.
"You tell anybody and I'll kick your asses," Roberta said before dropping to her knees while Dave and I yanked our pants down as fast as we could.
Suck my dick. That was a phrase we used to say to each other, even Roberta, but it was just words until that night because no mouth had even been near mine until then. Roberta, however, knew what she was doing, so it was back in the woods that I learned the joy that could come from fellatio.
It had been new for Dave too, and he loved it too. Since he was the best friend I had or would ever have, it was great that we had shared the moment together. The next afternoon, I went over to Dave's house to talk about it, and somehow the talk turned into action.
He was just curious, or so he said, because it had felt so good. I was equally curious, so we spend the afternoon satisfying our curiosity. Dave wasn't nearly as good a cocksucker as Roberta had been, and I think I was worse, but we got better as the day went on.
It didn't mean we were queer, Dave assured me, and I concurred. It was just that there weren't many girls around, and who knew if Roberta would ever get drunk enough to repeat that glorious performance with us.
That was what Dave said, and maybe he meant it, but as for me, I wasn't so sure. It felt just as good when I came in Dave's mouth as it had when I had coated Roberta's throat with my load, and as for being on the other end of the act, I didn't want to admit that once I got over the initial aversion to putting my mouth on Dave's cock, I liked it. A lot. I even liked the sensation of Dave's short fat dick jerking as he shot his wad in my mouth.
So maybe he was right that we weren't gay, but I sure as hell wasn't straight, judging my how often I found myself in Dave's bedroom with our dicks in each other mouths after that initial 'experiment'.
But Dad? My Dad? He was the All-American man. Football player back in his college days. Ex-Marine who had swept my Mom off her feet after, I vaguely recall her saying, he had already worked his way through half the girls at her school. My Dad - doing what I think he had done last night to me?
Tonight would be different, so after nursing a few beers with the gang, after we were thoroughly drenched we split up. Reluctantly, I even turned down Dave's offer of having me go over to his house.
"We could - if we stayed quiet," Dave had said, since his folks were in the bedroom next to his, but while it was tempting, I begged off, claiming to be tired.
As I got within sight of our house, I started staggering, just in case Dad was watching. I really poured it on thick when I struggled to get the door open, and lurched into my father after he came to see who was bumping around out there.
