Editor's note: this fictional work contains scenes of fictional incest or fictional incest content.
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I had just turned 18, I had finished high school a few days before and next year I would go to college, where I wanted to study journalism. For the first time I felt like an adult and the master of my destiny. I was excited about the life ahead of me and I was full of happiness.
At that time I lived alone with my father, Luis. My mother had died a few years ago and I only had one older brother, who for work reasons lived in another city, quite far from ours. We were a well-to-do family, my father worked in a biochemical laboratory and we lived in a villa in an urbanization near Pozuelo de Alarcón (a town close to the capital of Spain, Madrid).
My relationship with my father could not have been better. After being widowed, he had not remarried nor did I know of any new relationship with him. My father loved me deeply, I am sure he would have given his life for me. When I told him I was gay, he had been completely supportive and his affection for me had even increased, coupled with a tremendous desire to protect me from any danger.
For my part I have to confess that I had strong feelings for him, but these were not only of a paternal-filial nature. My father was still a very young man, not yet 45 years old, handsome, strong, with a beard that gave him an incredible air of virility and also kept in shape, although with an incipient beer belly that made him even more attractive. Although I insisted on denying it to myself, I knew perfectly well that I was sexually attracted to my father, and I often masturbated thinking about his masculine body. I was quite afraid of these feelings; would my father reject me if he found out? That's why I kept them in the utmost secrecy.
It all started one night when I came back from having a drink with friends and my father was waiting for me.
-Hi Hugo, did you have a good time? -he said with his usual affectionate smile.
-Yes, Dad, thank you. How are you still up? It's late.
-You see, I have to talk to you, it's a bit delicate -he looked away, a little embarrassed. I wondered. What was going on?
-Dad, what's wrong? -I sat down across from him.
