Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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Pulling into the parking lot of the gym, sitting in the passenger's seat of my father's car, I couldn't help but wish that the two of us were back home. Not only did I still want to be in my parents' bed, snuggled-up against Dad's naked body, but I also had a lot on my mind. The epiphany that I might be falling in love with my own father was definitely giving my brain a mental workout. I felt like I needed time to sort out what was really going on. I wasn't about to pass up the chance to spend time with Dad outside the bedroom, though. And it would be good to see Jim, too. Not only were my father and Jim close friends at work, but my parents used to socialize with Jim and his late wife, Audrey, quite a bit. I remember spending many an evening accompanying Mom and Dad to their house for dinner or some other function. Or, Jim and Audrey would come to our house. They had never had any kids of their own. I used to think that they thought of me as a surrogate child, given how close they were with my parents. Whatever they may have thought of me, I enjoyed spending time at their house. Because of how cool and fun they were, I always thought they would've made great parents and wondered why they never had any children.
During one of my all too infrequent calls home a few years back, Mom told me that Audrey, who had not been well for some time, had been diagnosed with lymphoma, and given only a few months to live. Shortly thereafter, Jim retired from the accounting firm so he could spend time with her and take care of her. It's been nearly two years since she died and I hadn't heard any mention of what Jim was doing with himself.
As Dad parked the car, I turned to him and asked, "Dad, what's Jim been up to lately? I haven't heard you mention him since I moved back home."
"He's been doing some part-time consulting to keep himself busy. Other than that, I think he splits his time between the golf course, the tennis court, and the gym. He's always telling me that he doesn't know how he ever found time to work!"
I had to laugh at that. "But otherwise, he's okay? It must have been rough for him after Audrey passed."
"I know he misses her, but I think he's made peace with the fact that she's in a better place. Besides, I don't know that he has much time to grieve anymore. He's always going around with new friends that he makes...playing a few sets of tennis with this guy and hitting the links with that guy or two. You know... At work, Jim always used to keep to himself. Now, it seems like he's always making new friends."
Hmmm... Jim always hanging out with a new guy? For some reason, my "spidey senses" started tingling. Could Jim be gay and Dad was just too naive to see it?
"Why don't we go inside? It looks like Jim's already here. I see his car." We walked into the gym and, while Dad checked in at the front desk and made arrangements for me to have a guest pass for the day, I scanned the gym floor. Yes, there was definitely a lot of nice eye candy to check out. Oh, and the workout equipment looked okay too.
It was then that I noticed Jim walking toward me. In the face, he hadn't changed a bit. He was still every bit as good-looking as a remembered him. His hair was an auburn brown color. But from the neck down, Jim was a radically different man then the guy I knew growing up. He always used to be slim and I don't remember him being particularly muscular. The man I saw walking toward me was built like he'd been working out for years. He wasn't overly muscled, like some of the guys you see when you go to a gym. But he definitely looked good. I found myself wondering what he looked like out of those clothes and hoping I'd get to find out later on in the locker room. Jim's voice snapped me out of my cruising mode.
"Harry! It's so good to see you, man! I'm really glad you decided to tag along with your dad!"
"Hi Jim! It's great to see you too!" I reached out to give him a handshake, but was greeted instead by his two arms wrapping around me. Instead of doing the typical man thing and holding my lower body out from his so that they wouldn't touch, I left my crotch exactly where it was. Surprisingly enough, Jim didn't do the typical man thing either. Yes, my spidey senses were definitely tingling. "How have you been doing?"
"I've been good. Been keeping myself pretty busy in retirement."
"I see that. You're in great shape!" I reached out and felt his upper arm and shoulder, feeling the tight muscles. It was at that point that my dad joined the two of us.
"Tim, good to see you!" Jim and Dad shook hands.
"Likewise, buddy!" Dad clasped his hand onto Jim's shoulder and I saw a brief expression cross Jim's face that I couldn't quite put my finger on. But I was determined to find out what Jim's story was before the afternoon was over. "So fellas, where should we start?
"Dad, Jim... If you don't mind, I think I'm just going to fly solo."
Jim seemed a little too pleased by that, or maybe it was just my imagination. "Are you sure, Harry?"
"Yeah. It's been a long time since I've worked out. I think I want to just stick with some low impact exercises. Besides, it's going to be hard for all three of us to work out near each other. The place is kind of busy."
"Okay, Son. We'll plan to stay for about an hour."
"Sure thing, Dad. Just let me know when you're ready to leave."
"Will do!"
As we parted ways, I could hear Dad and Jim already starting to catch up on what had happened in their lives since they last saw each other. Somehow, I figured the conversation probably wouldn't include phrases like "Ever since my wife died two years ago, I've been hooking up with random guys" or "For the past day and a half, Harry and I have been having sex almost non-stop."
