Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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I'd only just come out at 18, and not long after I started dating a hot older guy in his late 30s - a therapist actually. I loved being with an older guy, it made me feel special. He liked the attention from a younger guy. Being a therapist, my boyfriend couldn't really resist analyzing me though.
"Why do you think you're attracted to older guys?" he asked me on evening after sex.
"Because you guys can do what you just did to me!" I joked. My boyfriend laughed and said he was serious. I said I don't know.
"What if I said you're attracted to older guys because your relationship with your dad is so terrible?" There was truth to how terrible my relationship with my dad was. My boyfriend had witnessed it first hand when visiting one day.
"See? I told you he was unreasonable." I said at the time. My boyfriend was unimpressed. "There's a lot of shit going on there. You're disrespectful to him, but so is your dad to you."
We discussed what could be happening. My dad had left my mother several years ago and I lived with him after that. My mother came out as lesbian not long after.
"Do you think your dad resents you because he's a closet case?" my boyfriend asked. I laughed really hard.
"My dad? No fucking way. He's a serious homophobe. He is super masculine, and spends his time chasing bimbos." My boyfriend looked at me over his glasses frames.
"Exactly. He is over compensating." I knew my boyfriend was grasping at straws, but let him think he had my dad all worked out.
However, what I didn't know is that after that, my boyfriend started visiting my dad for some chats, to try to get to the bottom of things. My boyfriend was always to do-gooder. What I also didn't really know was how good my boyfriend was at his job, and that my dad admitted everything to him, including his secret bi desires he'd suppressed and was always terrified to act on, and his resentment of me and his ex wife for both being out. My boyfriend didn't tell me that he was right, or that he'd taken my dad on as a client.
One afternoon, about three or four months later my boyfriend called me to his office. I went after my college lecture. It was nothing unusual, I'd met him in his office after-hours before, for a hot fuck on his table or desk. Things went normally and he had me strip off as he liked. We were playing patient and therapist again.
"Bend over my table here," he commanded. "Put your head down and don't look up. Do you understand?" I nodded. "Do you?" he asked very sternly. And I agreed. I did as he told me and put my head down. He cuffed my hands and legs to the table and left the room.
I heard the door open and another person stepped in. Oh my God this was hot! My boyfriend and I came close to a threesome once but he couldn't go through with it. I'd been asking, begging, him to try again. Now he was ready. My boyfriend addressed the other guy.
