Dad To The Rescue I
"What Should I Call You?"
By Joey E

Here is my first attempt at a father/son incest story. This will not be a short story, by any means. So, if you're looking to just get off, this story won't before you. However, it is about a Dad and Son, learning about each other, and ultimately getting each other. If this not your bag of weed, throw the blunt out and leave. If you are under 18 (or 21 in some areas), then leave too. This is a work of fiction. Copyright in 2005. All rights reserved. No unauthorized duplication in any form is permitted without the written consent of the author, Joey E. And now, on with the story....

"Joe, may I see you for a moment?" my Algebra teacher asked me after he hung up the phone in the classroom.

As if on cue, the whole class made that "Ooo..." sound that meant what did you do or you're in trouble. At the same time I was wondering what was happening, I murmured to my classmates, "Ah shut up." I knew it couldn't be anything that bad because I didn't do anything bad...this time.

I watched as Mr. Perotti wrote me a hall pass at his desk. I grabbed my backpack and went up to the front where his desk was. He handed me the hall pass and sent me on my way without saying much.

The tension inside me was eating me alive. I was only called down to the office once during my freshman year and that was not because I was in trouble. There was no reason that I could possibly come up with that I would be called down to the main office. I walked across the overpass, connecting the building I was in to the main building where the office was located. I wasn't exactly nervous, because I had done nothing wrong. And it was the last day of school. I took a deep breath and opened the main office door.

I went up to the counter and one of the secretaries greeted me.

"May I help you?" she asked, getting up from her desk.

"Sure, I was told to come down," I said, handing her my hall pass.

She read my name on it and got a strange look on her face.

"Please come around, Joe," she said. She had a sympathetic look on her face, which made me a little more uneasy.

She led me to the back where I had not been before. There was a big room with a conference table in the middle of it. The principal and my guidance counselor was there. And a guy with brown buzz cut hair, who was about 6'4", 220lbs, wearing a t-shirt, dirty jeans, and boots. At the same time he looked like a complete stranger, there was something about him that made him familiar. He actually looked a lot like me, only bigger. I knew then that it could have only been one person. My real father. The one who left the picture not too long after I was born. I knew he existed. But I had never actually met him before. But there was no doubt, that it was him.

"Dad?" I said, not knowing what else to say.

He got up when I walked into the room. He looked at me as if seeing me for the first time. Which probably it was. He just stood there, not saying a word. I turned my attention to the other two people in the room.

"Mr. Lenhardt, Mr. Franklin...." I said, slowly.

"Please sit down, Joe," Mr. Lenhardt, the school principal, replied. "As you probably know, this is your father, Tony Lanconi."

"Yeah, I figured," I said, rather short and quickly.

"Please have a seat," Mr. Lenhardt repeated.

"No," I said, now panicking. "What happened?"

"Joe," my Dad said. "Y-y-y-our Mom died this morning..."

"WHAT?" I screamed, looking at him.

"Please sit down, Joe," Mr. Franklin said.

I was in no mood to sit down now. I was is no mood to be in that room at all.

"What happened?" I asked, still standing.

"Bud, your Mom and your stepfather died in an accident this morning," my dad said as quickly as he could.

"" I said. "NO!!"

I was trying my hardest not to cry out loud, since I hate showing emotion. This man who was my real father got up from his chair and stood next to me, wrapping his arms around me. This was not what I wanted. I shook him off me. He stepped back about a foot but kept near me.

"What about Robbie?" I asked. My half-brother who was only four years old was also with them. I knew they were planning to go to a theme park for the day.

My dad looked at me in a way that I knew the answer.

"Are you all right Joe?" my guidance counselor asked.

I shook my head no, not able to speak for fear I would lose it right there.

"Would you like to talk about it?"

I shook my head no again.

"Would you like to leave?" Mr. Lenhardt asked.

I shook my head yes.

"Well, you can go with your father now. I'm told that your grandparents are on their way as we speak."

"With him?" I blurted out, having found my voice again. "I don't know even know who he is!"

"If you want to leave, Joe, you have to leave with your father because he is listed as a legal guardian. He is your father," the principal replied.

"The hell he is!" I exclaimed, looking straight into his eyes. That was the last ounce of energy I had in me. I still would not let myself cry. I held it in, though my tears were starting to fall. I would not let this man see me cry. Not now.

"Joe, I know I am not the person you really want to see. I got the call from the school. I dropped everything to come see you, buddy."

"Is this the only way I can get out of here?" I asked.

"Yes, Joe," Mr. Lenhardt answered.

"Fine," I said, grabbing my books and walking out of the room before anyone could say anything else.

I walked out of the main office, still on the edge of breaking down. I headed towards the nearest exit. I heard my father calling out to me before I headed out the door. I was a wreck. I had to just get out of there. I needed to go home right away to be sure this wasn't true. I stopped when I got out the door. Fresh air felt good.

"Joe, buddy," my real father said, as he came up to me from behind.

"I just want to go home," I said.

"Okay, bud," he said. "The car is over in the next lot. Let's go."

Amazingly, he seemed to know his way to my home. I was totally numb on the way to my house. I kept hoping it was all a dream or it wasn't true. I was hoping I'd see my parents' cars out in the driveway. Or my pain in the ass half-brother, running around the yard like he always did. Just something to let me know that it was all wrong. When we pulled up to my home, I knew it was true. No little kid was running in the yard, and one of the cars was gone. The one they always took on family trips.

"Oh god," I muttered, looking out at the house.

"Do you have a key?" my Dad asked.

I bolted out of the car and ran to the front door. I unlocked it and ran inside.

"Mom, Dad?" I yelled out walking down the hall to the kitchen.

I looked for any sign that they were still here. I found a note on the kitchen island. I picked it up and it read, "As we said before, we're taking Robbie to the park. We should be home around 5PM. Love Mom."

This time, I could hold it in no longer. I slumped down on the floor in tears, knowing that this was the last note I would ever receive from my Mom. I laid down and cried. Something or someone licked my face. I opened my eyes briefly to find my dog, Lux. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight and cried some more. When I opened my eyes up, I saw a face that really looked like mine. There was no denying that my real Dad and I were related. I was just a pint-sized version of him. And as I got older, the more I looked like him. Except for the height. He was 6'4", I was only 5'2". But the nose, the eyes, the jaw line was all the same.

"Joe," he said, kneeling down next to me. "I'm not sure what to say, Joe. I apologize for not being here more for you. But your mom and I agreed that I would take care of you had anything happened to her. I know it's too much to take in right now."

I was in no mood for console from my absent father. I got up and looked him straight in the eye.

"You don't give a fuck about me! I ain't gonna live with you. Fuck that shit!" I said, getting up on my feet again. Lux started to bark.

"Oh, and where are you going to live then?"

"Right here. In my house with Lux. I'm old enough to take care of myself. I'd rather do that than live with a stranger!"

"Joseph! Come back here!" my father yelled, in a voice I had never heard before.

I shut up and turned to him.

"Now I understand you're upset, buddy. I am too. Your mother and I loved each other very much, even though you probably didn't even know it. I...I..." he said, his voice starting to break.

Oh god, now he's gonna start, I thought to myself. I sniffled.

"But, I am here now. And I will be here for you from now on. I promise. Son, I am so sorry that I wasn't there for you before. It was part of our agreement."

"What?" I asked.

"I'll explain it later. Now is not the time."

I started to walk away again, not wanting to hear him.

"Where are you going?"

"To my room," I said, defiantly. "And when I come out, I hope you're not here."

I ran up to my room and slumped down on my bed. All my thoughts were muddled. What was I to do now? Four years ago I had finally had a real family life. My biological father and Mom had me at a very early age. As I was told by my mom, she was only eighteen when she had me. My real father was only sixteen. They never were married, and in the early years, I was raised by my mom and grandparents. Somehow, though, through it all, my Mom found a good man to be her husband and my Dad and they were happily married for six years before all of this took place.

He was still there when I came out of my room, about an hour later. I still was in no mood to see him. Imagine, your real father comes back in your life after fourteen years of not being there during the crisis of your life. It's not an easy thing to deal with. He wasn't there when I lost my first tooth. He wasn't there when I learned how to ride my bicycle. He wasn't there on my first day of school. Nor was he there when I won my first wrestling match. Why should he be here now? Where was he for the rest of my life? What happened to him? All these questions needed answers, but I was way too fucked up to even listen to the reasons objectively. Mom and the man I called Dad were gone, never to be seen again.

Luckily, family came by from my Mom's side to the house. My real father had to go home for some reason soon after they arrived but said he would be back tonight. Meanwhile, my best friend came over after school after he heard the news. My Grandparents from my mom and stepdad's sides came over and I was glad to see them. At least they were here for support. They remained at the house after the funeral. My real father luckily had stayed away from the house while they were there, except to check on me twice a day. There was an awkward silence between all of us when he was around.

Shortly after the burial, I pulled my grandfather aside and asked him some questions.

"Why can't I live with you?" I asked.

"Joey, it's what your mom wanted. It was in the will that your real father would take care of you should something ever happen to your family. Your mom wanted that to happen. I don't know why, but she still loved him."

"What should I do?"

"Well, you can try to make the best of it for now. If it gets too rough, we'll always be here for you. You know that. It's not like we're going to disappear from your life. We actually knew your father when he was growing up. He's a good person, though a little misguided when he was younger. You know, he and your mom did keep in contact throughout the years. I'm sure it killed a part of him knowing he wasn't with you all those years."

"Well," I said, still not liking the whole situation, "Okay. I'll do it if it was what Mom wanted. Maybe I'll figure it out some day as to why."

"Good, son," he answered and we hugged.

Finally, it was the weekend. The day I was dreading was coming soon. Family needed to return to their lives, including my grandparents. The whole week went in a blur, as if I was operating on autopilot. A week after my family died, I was left there alone with my biological father. He had taken the week off to look out for me. I was just waking up when my father opened my bedroom door.

"Joe, are you awake?"

"Uh huh," I said, sitting up in my bed.

"I don't know what your plans are, bud, but I sort of took the day off to spend it with you. I know we don't know much about each other, or maybe we do, since you are my son.....but any way, just give it some thought. I'll be downstairs," he blurted out before he turned around to head out the door.

"Uh, what should I call you?" I asked, not wanting to call him Dad. Even though my stepfather was my stepfather, I still called him Dad, being that he was the only Dad I really knew.

He sort of froze in mid-step, paused, and then turned back around with a grin on his face.

"Well, son, I think for now you can call me Tony," he said.

I managed to give him a grin back. "Okay, Tony."

I ate breakfast without saying much, though I knew my real father was around the house. I went upstairs, took a shower, and got dressed. I took a deep breath before exiting my bedroom and headed downstairs. I went to the family room where my father was, and I sat down on the couch next to him. By this time, the house was empty.

"What a week," Tony said.

"Yeah, tell me about it," I said.

"Joey," he started to say. "I....I'm not sure what to say..."

"That's all right. I understand it must be awkward for you to see me after all these years. I know what's going to happen soon. Eventually, I will have to move in with you...."

"You know, I was only seventeen when you were born," he said, out of the blue.

"Yeah, I know. It's so weird to actually talk to you after all these years. I've sometimes wondered, especially when I was real young what you were like, if you liked the same things I did, what you were doing, that kind of thing. But then after Dad came along, I forgot about them."

"Probably better that you did."

"You know, Mom never talked bad about you. She had always said you were a good person. She still loved you."

"I still loved her, too."

"Well, then why didn't you make it work?"

"It's hard to say, Joe. I was young. I didn't know what I was doing. We just thought it was best if I disappeared completely from your lives. I didn't want to interfere. I was still in High School...."

We talked for a long time, some important stuff, some not. I began to understand why he had opted to leave my life. Mom and her parents sort of convinced him to stay away. He agreed, and there were no hard feelings. A lot had changed in fifteen years. Apparently, they worked out a deal. Tony's parents paid some child support to my mom until he could pay it himself. He was still contributing to my college fund, which I had no idea was happening. Some decisions I didn't agree with, but they were done now. And no one could deny I had a pretty good life going for me. Until now.

So it was decided that I was going to move in with him and the house that I called home for six years was going to be sold. But, as I am told, the money was going directly to me, though I could not touch it until I was eighteen. There was also life insurance money, but I didn't know how much and nor did I want to know. Sadly, we had to begin moving me out of the house and into my real father's house. I was not happy about that at all. I became very short with my father, the resentment still there. I blew up at him over the littlest thing.

"You need me to help carry that?" he asked, coming up from behind.

"No!" I said, rather rudely and abrupt.

"Okay," he said softly. In fact, that was the softest I ever heard his voice. I looked up from what I was doing at his face. He looked confused and hurt. I wasn't in the mood to deal with his awkwardness though.

"I got it, man, I don't need your help," I said, my voice cracking. That had been happening a lot lately. Especially when I would get excited. I knew what was going on with my body, but still it always took me by surprise. At least it finally was happening. I was a late bloomer in that regard. Going through puberty at the age of 15 wasn't the most thrilling thing.

"Okay, buddy, I'll be downstairs then."

I packed up some clothes and shit in a suitcase. I grabbed my two pillows on my bed and headed downstairs.

"You ready to see my place?" he asked.

"No," I said, softly.

"Look, Joey, I know this is hard on you, buddy. But, you gotta understand, it's not easy for me either. I'm on your side. You gotta remember that. I'm not out to get you...."

"Let's just go," I said, not looking at him.

"Here, let me grab something for you..."

"No, Tony, I got it!" I said, refusing to be helped by this man. I know I was being rude, but I just couldn't help the way I acted. Just because I was a small guy, didn't mean I couldn't take care of myself.

I walked out to his car, which under normal circumstances I would have been more than happy to ride in, since it was a new 4Runner. I impatiently waited for him to open the tailgate. He did, and I threw everything in the back. I hopped into the front seat and slammed the door shut.

We said nothing on the car ride over. I did get a chance to look at this man that was going to be my Dad, however. Like I said before, we actually did look similar except for our size differences. Brown buzz-cut hair, blue eyes, we had the same nose shape, but he had a goatee, I didn't. I didn't have much facial hair, try like maybe three.

We got over to his place after an hour ride. It had been a week since my family had been killed. I knew eventually I would have to come here for good. We pulled into a neighborhood and then made our way down the street to where the condos were. He made a left and pulled into a parking spot in front of the building.

"This is it, champ," he said, putting the car into park.

I made no comment to him, but looked around. It was a nice neighborhood. I got out of the SUV and waited to see which direction he walked.

He led me to the first door on the end of the building and unlocked it with his keys.

"Come on in, Joey," he said. I past him on the door step and walked in. Evidently, he had the downstairs condo, since there was no stairs. I walked into the living room. I'll admit, it was nice. But I was going to be damned if I admitted that I liked it even a little bit to him.

I noticed the four pairs of work boots on the side of the doorway. I knew my father was in construction, but I didn't exactly know what he did. Nor did I want to right now, though. The living room was big and had a great entertainment center in it. Surprisingly, the place was decorated nicely. I guess my real father wasn't a bum after all. From the looks of it, he made good money.

"Well, come on, let me show you your room," he said.

I grunted in response, but followed him down the main hallway.

He pointed out the bathroom on the way down and there were two doors at the end of the hall.

"That's my bedroom," he said, pointing to the one on the right. "And this is yours."

I looked in it and found that it was empty. I looked into his and saw it was a complete disaster.

"Don't mind my bedroom, man. It's a mess. I cleaned out this room so you could have it, and I haven't had a chance to really organize my room yet."

Well, I couldn't be that upset with him now, knowing he sacrificed one of his rooms for me. But then again, I could really be upset with this man period. After all, he didn't do anything wrong. I explored the rest of his place. It was a pretty big condo. Two bedrooms, two baths, a decent sized kitchen, a den, and a big living room.

"So, whenever you're ready to move in, I'm ready for you," he said, after he was done giving me the tour.

I looked into his eyes for maybe the fourth time ever. "Thanks," I said, softly.

"I'm sorry for being such an asshole," I said. "It's just that I'm...."

"I understand, Joey. Take all the time you need. But just remember, I'm here for you. And, don't worry. Lux is welcome here too."

"Thanks," I said, forgetting about the fact that Lux might not even be allowed to stay with me and my real father.

"How long have you had her?" he asked, leading me back downstairs to the living room.

"Since I was four. Grandma and Grandpa got me her for a Christmas present. She's been with me ever since," I explained.

"Always been a dog-lover, too, buddy. I had a dog a lot like Lux when I was younger too. Of course, it was the family's, but she always seemed to favor me. In fact, and I know you're not going to believe this, I was considering getting a dog a little before all of this other shit happened."

I looked at him in a strange way, surprised he cursed out loud.

"What?" he asked, grinning at me.

"Nothin'," I answered.

"How did you come up with name like Lux?"

"Well, I had just learned a word, Electrolux, which was the brand name of my Grandparent's vacuum cleaner. So I named her Electrolux. I call her Lux as her nickname," I explained.

"That's cool, buddy," he said, and he seemed to genuinely mean it.

I guess we finally had an understanding of what the situation was at the moment. Gradually, we brought more stuff over to his place. Still, I would stay at my house for as long as I could. He would stay some nights, but my grandparents were also there so we really didn't have any time alone with each other. Finally, though, the day had come. The day that I dreaded. The day I wouldn't be coming back to my home.

Some of my Tony's buddies came over on that Saturday to help us move my things. I took along my bed, my dresser, my desk, and about six big boxes filled with my stuff. I also was able to take something from around the house like pictures, but for the most part, I left all the rest there. I tried to remain calm and collected while Tony's and his buddies moved the stuff out.

As I stared into my empty bedroom, Tony came up to me from behind.

"You ready, boss?" he asked, softly.

He was so close I could smell his scent.

"No," I said, my eyes watering. I immediately turned around to him and threw myself into him. I felt his arms enclose me. For the first time, I felt some security in my life after what happened to my parents.

It was a rough week, moving all that shit out of the house and into my new home. But somehow, we did it. I could feel closer to Tony, now that some of the grief had passed. There was a connection I had with him, even though I hardly knew him. We discovered we had the same tastes in food, some music, and sports.

Once we had my bedroom halfway set up, it was nine o'clock at night. I was beat!

"Well, you look beat, champ. Why don't we make your bed and call it a night?" he asked, ruffling my hair.

I looked up at him, and it was at the moment that I noticed his scent. It was there all day, but I really noticed it then. It wasn't offensive or anything. It was just his scent. A mix of some kind of soap, a little bit of sweat, and all man. I looked him over and realized he had a tank top on now, and a pair of sweat shorts. It took me this long to realize he was good looking after two weeks of not noticing anything about him. But wait, this can't be. I can't be checking out my real father, can I?

"Uh, yeah, Tony, I think that's a good idea," I said, turning away from him.

In about fifteen minutes, we had my bed made.

"What do you sleep in, Joey?" he asked.

"My boxers and t-shirt. Why?"

"Just wondering," he said, with a yawn. "I'm beat too, man. I'll be hittin' the sheets in a few myself. If you need anything, just come in and get me, all right?"

"Okay," I said, crawling into my bed.

"Oh, I keep the house cool at night, so if you need more blankets, just come in and ask me."

"No, this is fine," I said, relieved to hear that he liked the house cool at night. Just my kind of guy.

"Cool, 'night!"

"Good night, Tony," I said.

Well, needless to say, I was beat and I managed to fall asleep almost instantly with Lux at the foot of the bed, guarding me. I awoke sometime in the middle of the night however, shaking and sweating. My pulse was sky high and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.

I opened my eyes and, for a second, didn't know where I was. I was scared and got out of bed. I then realized I was in Tony's place. I then remembered what the dream was about and it wasn't pretty. I missed my mom and dad and little bro. I started crying softly.

"Joey," I heard a deep voice say on the other side of my door.

I heard the door open and saw Tony standing there.

"Are you all right, buddy?" he asked.

Does it look like I'm all right? I thought to myself.

"Hey, hey, champ. It's all right," he said, putting his bare arms around me. It was at this point I realized he had no shirt on. Mainly because his chest hairs were scuffing the side of my face. But at this point, I didn't care. It just felt good to be held and made to feel secure. I needed security in my life, especially after what had happened.

"You want to sleep with me tonight?" he asked, softly.

I shook my head yes.

"Can Lux come too?" I asked.

"Sure," he said, letting go of me.

We followed Tony into his room. I was amazed at how big his bed actually was. It must've been King-sized. I crawled up in it and he got in from the other side. Lux jumped up and sat at the end of the bed, the ever-watch dog that she is.

"You all right, buddy?" he asked.

"For now," I whispered.

"Here, hold my hand, Joey. I'm here for you, champ. I know it's hard to accept, but I'm here for you."

I reluctantly reached for his hand under the cover and grabbed onto it. As little of a thing this was, it actually did make me feel better. Unfortunately, something else happened as well that sort of freaked me out. The bed smelled like Tony. The sheets, the pillows, everything. That along with the feel of his hand made me bone up instantly. This never happened before. Never. Of course, I knew I was going through that age where boys always get instantaneous boners, but not like this. And not while I was in the same bed as my real father.

"What's the matter?" he asked, rolling over to look at me. "You okay?"

I shook my head yes, petrified that he'd see my boner sticking out. So I rolled over onto my side, facing away from him. I felt his strong, heavy hand on my shoulder.

"Come here, bud," he said, pulling me into him. His arms wrapped around me, and I could feel his body heat radiating off of him. I allowed myself to be spooned and fell asleep shortly after, feeling safe and secure.

Thanks for stopping by to read my first chapter. Like I said before, this is my first attempt at writing a father/son incest story. It should be an interesting venture. If you enjoyed it, please let me know at Thanks!

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