Warning: This story does involve incest and gay romance. Just in case you are not into that kind of stuff.
Prelude
Two months ago, that's when I realized this attraction... This deep, burning attraction... I was very unsure of myself, I mean, falling for a man? I was raised to be against Homosexuals, it was just... wrong. At least that's what my mother had taught me, now I saw it differently. The first time I had seen another man naked in person, that was when I realized may be attracted to men. Of course I had seen porn before, and I was attracted to woman, I never really felt anything with it, though I held no real attraction for the men either at the time.
I suppose I was just neutral with the porn, getting off to the woman because I thought I was supposed to, and not really looking at the men because I was taught not to. Now though I did feel something, it was very hard to describe, light headed, a deep pit in my chest, my throat felt like it may close itself and deprive myself of oxygen.
As I said it was about two months ago, a month after I had turned 18. I had been holding my bladder for a while, I had been watching a movie with some friends, a horror movie, some guy with chainsaws for hands had been massacring a private estate, the kind with a large wall and an entry fence into something like a suburban area, many houses, lots of richer family's living in their own private township. The man, or monster or demon, not sure what he was, had been going house to house taking out family's, at this particular scene he had been sawing through a door well a teenage girl started grabbing knives from the kitchen.
Though I was pretty into the movie I could not hold it much longer, I rushed to the bathroom, not even thinking about the light that was visible through the slight gap at the bottom of the door. I grabbed the handle and rushed in, my other hand over my crotch. I was quickly halted though as soon as I had entered. I now stared at him, the man I would find myself dreaming about endlessly.
My eyes began at his feet, slowly traveling up his legs, they were thick with hair, not so much that you could not see skin, but quite hairy, much more than I have ever seen on other men. (At least of what I have seen of men.) I followed the dark hair up to find his crotch, it too was hairy. A thick mess of black hair, about five inches of flaccid cock protruding from it. It was at this point I felt my cheeks flush with the quickening of my heartbeat and the familiar tingling sensation in my crotch that indicated a hard on. now my gaze was on his stomach, not overly muscular but slightly protruding, I would not use the word fat, it did not seem accurate, maybe husky or just thick. It too was covered in the thick black pelt, not as hairy as his legs had been. The dark fur thickened up his broad chest, ending at his neck base and shoulders, it was thickest in the center of his chest and the treasure trail going down the center of his stomach. His arms were raised above his head, rapidly brushing a towel over his head, at this point all you could see of his face was his broad chin, and the thick stubble that ran down from his side burns over it.
I felt the heavy rapid beats within my chest, it felt as if it were pounding to get out, maybe lunge at the man before me. I felt my lips moved as the sound escaped my lips
"D-dad?" I choked out.
I was glad my hand had been over my crotch to hide the raging boner in my jeans. He moved the towel off his head, moving it down to wrap around his waist, his deep blue eyes stared into my own pale grey eyes, the only thing interrupting the gaze was his messy black hair that when wet, hung down over his brow.
"Yea, Greg??" His deep voice spoke out.
"S-sorry!" I stuttered out as I rapidly turn my back. "I just really had to go to the bathroom, I did not think to knock!" I managed to choke out.
"It's fine son, we are both men." He said in a gruff, dominating tone.
There it was again, his deep voice. I felt the forty-two year old man's shoulder brush mine as he left the bathroom, it sent shudders through me... Than I was reminded of my recent urges to piss. I rapidly turned into the bathroom, closing the door behind myself, panting heavily. Relieving myself was rather challenging considering the hard on I had been concealing.
That was when I realized this attraction, now over these two months, not much had happened. I had pleasured myself countless time with the images and fantasy's in my head, but most the time I would just lay in bed imagining myself curled up to his side, head gently laid across his nearly furred chest. I had often used this image of myself, laying in his protective grasp to get to sleep, it always made me calm, lifting the usual haze surrounding my hormone drugged mind and putting a warm feeling in my chest. A few times I had tried to sneak peeks of him, like when he was stepping out of the shower wrapped in a towel. Once I had heard him masturbating in his bedroom, I was not sure how I felt about this, it made me hard, but I was not sure if I enjoyed listening, his grunts and moans were surely attractive, but I think I felt rude listening in, a severe invasion of his privacy. I would have tried to take a peek through the door, but it was closed and opening it was out of the question, what excuse would I have if he had noticed? Though I could always imagine his thick hairy body, panting as his bear paws of hands stroked whatever chunk of meat he hid in his pants, the smell of his seed spurting in the air, maybe if it had landed on his chest, and things were different I could have licked it off.
It was a while before I heard a much louder groan, surely he had just came, I realized now I had been panting heavily due to the thoughts running through my head, I quickly fled from the door to my own room to repeat what he had just done himself.
I suppose I should also explain a bit of my home life, I lived here with my dad, in a three bedroom one bathroom house, nothing too fancy, just a normal house on the outskirts of a small town in the state of Michigan. It was not a large town, it had a pretty small community, most people knew each other. I had always enjoyed where I lived though, hot summers, cold winters, and more specifically we lived pretty far away from most other people, call me anti-social, but I like not having any direct next-door neighbors. Most the houses on this road were at least a mile apart.
One bedroom was down stairs, same with the bathroom, and upstairs was the master bedroom and a small library, it was not originally meant to be a library, but my father loved to read, it was a passion of his I suppose. The room was originally meant to be a spare bedroom, but he built a few shelves directly into the wall, added a few comfortable chairs and then began to gather books, he had two shelves full of books he had enjoyed or found interesting, not much for all the fancy literature stuff, but stories of adventure, lust, love and fantasy. Below us was the basement, Dad mostly used it for the wood-stove and wood stacks or storage, but there was a carpeted spot with a couch and television, not much but it was a neat little spot.
It was just the three of us, my father, my dog witch I had named Travis and of course myself. My mother had left my father a few years back when I was fourteen, I did not take it too roughly, she was rather mean, I think she held something against me. My father was broken up about it for a few years, but he forced himself into his books, spending every other day reading. I think he really started to recover when I was seventeen, the past year between my seventeenth birthday and my eighteenth birthday he had tried dating, he had a girl for a few months, some blonde woman named Jessie, I never liked her, I was happy when it was ended with his own hand, I would have hated to see him broken up over another girl.
End of prelude.
And now here I am, alone, chest heaving heavily as I pant, my black bangs sticking to my sweaty forehead, eyes shut tightly, my hand gripping my own 6 inches. I gently fondled my balls with my left hand, panting deeply as I gasped loudly, hot cum shooting up in spurts, splattering across my chest and belly. I lay panting in my bed, my hand gently stroking the last of the cum from my cock, after a short while I managed to stand, looking in the mirror I can see the wet cum sticking to my slightly furred chest, the dark hairs traveling down my belly, the treasure trail going to my own bush of dark hair, my now flaccid cock. I was not quite as built as my Dad, broad shoulders, but not near as tall nor as muscled, also I did not have the same protruding gut as him, my own belly was flat, nothing special most would say.
After cleaning myself I went to leave, knowing what was bound to happen after I opened my bedroom door. I braced myself as I turned the handle, as soon as the door cracked open it was pushed inward, I knew to let go of the door right away and side step its path, and in pounced Travis, the black and white husky, tongue dangling and flopping around his mouth as he ran in, always so excited after being locked out of my room, past me he bound, leaping up onto my bed upsetting the sheets and blanket, his tail wagging with such ferocity his whole rear seemed to wag with it, his blue eyes looking into mine with love and excitement. I chuckled and turned to him, speaking quickly, crouching and dropping my hands to my knees.
