Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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My name is Harry. I guess you could say that growing up, I led somewhat of a double-life. As far as my family and close friends knew, I was arrow-straight. I played the game and projected the image that I knew would go over well with the people in my life. After all, when you're from a small town in the Midwest, you have to do what you have to do in order to fit in. So, I dated my share of girls. Of course, things never went anywhere. I couldn't bring myself to have sex with any of them. I was too busy lusting after my male teachers.
It was all just harmless fantasy. But, there was one man I wanted more than anything. And, as far as I was concerned, he would forever be out of my reach. I'm talking about my father. If you saw him, you'd understand why. He's 6'2" tall with wavy black hair and when he smiled, he made your heart melt. He was an accountant, but not your typical bookish-looking kind of guy. He worked out whenever he got a chance and kept his body in great shape. He wasn't overly muscular, but his body was definitely toned.
I don't think my parents ever knew that I was gay. I did my best to hide that part of myself from my family. When the time came for me to leave for college, part of me was very relieved. I felt like I might finally stand a chance at living a more open life. And that's what I set out to do. I went to a university in the big city closest to my hometown. It was far enough away that I felt comfortable being more open about my sexuality, but close enough that I could come home to visit on occasion. Unfortunately, I never got around to "living my life out loud" as I had wanted to. I became too wrapped up in my studies to develop much of a social life. After college, I found work in the city and decided to relocate there permanently instead of returning home. The years went by and I found myself being in contact with my parents less and less. It wasn't that I was trying to cut them out of my life. My job was more demanding than I realized and before I knew it, I had gone a couple years without visiting home or even calling.
However, my life was about to change drastically in more ways than one. Because of the economic downturn, I got laid-off from my job. Unfortunately, I couldn't find another job right away...which meant I couldn't continue to afford the rent on my condo. After falling out of touch with them, I hated to have to ask my parents to take me in. I wanted to make it on my own...and moving back home at age 31 definitely put a crimp in those plans. However, I didn't even have to ask. Upon hearing about my having fallen on hard times, my mom immediately said, "You're moving back home. No 'ifs, ands, or buts' about it." I promised both of my parents that it would only be until I was back on my feet, financially and reluctantly moved back home.
It felt good being back home. Most everything was as I remembered it. Except, Mom was working a lot. At this point in her life, I figured she'd be ready to retire - just like my dad had done a few years ago. But it seemed as if she was working even more, frequently working 11 or 12 hour days and going out of town on business trips. I began to notice how it affected my dad. He seemed so lonely. I also noticed how hot my dad still was. He still kept in shape by running in the evenings and working out four times a week. And his hair had started to go salt & pepper, which actually made him even sexier, in my opinion. I, of course, felt like I still had to keep up the charade of being straight. God only knows why, at 31, I couldn't tell my parents the truth.
One evening, after telling my parents I was going out on a date, my dad told me he was planning a special, romantic evening at home for he and my mom. I promised him I'd stay out as late as possible to give them their privacy. Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. My married date's wife, who was supposed to be involved in city council business late into the evening, came home at the most inopportune time.
My date, Bob, and I were in their bedroom stripped naked. I was about to bury my cock in his ass when the wife walked in and flipped her lid at seeing her supposedly loving husband on his back, begging to be fucked. After kissing him goodbye in front of her (Hey...I was feeling my oats, I guess!), I left for home with a still-raging hard-on in my pants. It was only after I put my key in the front door lock that I remembered about my parents' romantic evening. I decided I would try to sneak in and up to my room unnoticed. However, when I walked in the house, I saw my dad sitting on the sofa, dressed up like he would be for a day at work (or a romantic evening) with a beer in his hand and two empty bottles on the coffee table.
"Dad?" I asked.
"Oh... Hey, Harry. Why are you home so early? I thought you were on a date."
"The evening didn't go as planned. I forgot about your dinner plans with Mom. I hope I'm not interrupting." I looked around and didn't see any sign that Mom was home. "Where IS Mom?"
"By now, halfway to Seattle. Last minute business trip."
"Oh no! I'm so sorry, Dad. I know how much you were looking forward to this evening."
"Yeah. I thought your mom was too. I guess work is more important. That's the way it's been lately. And I'm so fucking sick of it!"
My heart really went out to him. My father was feeling lonely, neglected, and unloved. In the moment, I had the purest of motives. If only I'd known then what this next, seemingly innocent question would set into motion... "I'm really sorry, Dad. I'm sure she'll make it up to you later. But for now, how about we have some dinner? I didn't get to eat yet. I'm sure you haven't either. We shouldn't let this great dinner you prepared go to waste."
"You sure you don't mind spending the evening with your old man? I'm sure you have better things to do."
I grinned at him. "There's nothing I'd rather be doing right now."
That put a smile on his face. I followed him into the dining room and was amazed at what I saw. The dining room table was full of gourmet food, lit candles, and a bottle of wine on ice. "Wow! You really went all out on this dinner, didn't you?!"
Dad chuckled and I couldn't tell if the look on his face was embarrassment, frustration, or a combination of both. "Yeah, Kiddo. Your mom said she had something important she wanted to tell me tonight at dinner. I wanted to go super-romantic. I was hoping that she was going to say she would be retiring soon and we could rediscover our love. Apparently, that's not the case."
"Rediscover your love? Dad, you don't think Mom's fallen out of love with you, do you? That's crazy!"
"What am I supposed to think, Son? She's never home anymore. When she IS here, we're hardly in the same room together. She goes to bed before me...or if she doesn't, she makes sure I've fallen asleep before she comes upstairs. We haven't been...intimate...in over a year. I'm starting to wonder if she's found another man. Someone younger, more virile, and sexier...than I am."
Without thinking, I quickly said, "That's not possible, Dad. There's no man sexier than you."
In my mind, my words seemed to hang out there in the dining room for ages. I stood frozen, not believing that I had just given vocal proof of my deepest feelings for my father. I saw a strange look on my father's face. I was hoping maybe he was unsure of what I'd just said. I decided to change the subject quickly, hoping to gloss over my slip of the tongue. My father was already lonely, heartbroken, and drunk over the idea that my mother may no longer be in love with him. The last thing I wanted to hit him with tonight was the fact that, not only is his only son gay, but I have the hots for him too. "Dad, why don't we sit down to dinner? The food will be cold if I don't dig into it pretty soon."
