Dad To the Rescue II
By Joey E
First of all, I'd like to thank all the readers who have responded about this story. Never in my entire six years of posting on Nifty have I ever had such a response to a story as this one. I really appreciate the feedback and I have been trying to respond to all the emails that I have gotten. Thanks! That being said, here is the second installment of my gay incest story. If the thought of a Dad and Son doing the nasty turns you off, then go away. If you are under 18 (or 21 in some areas), please go away as well. Again, this is a work of fiction. All rights reserved. No unauthorized duplication is permitted without the consent of the author, Joey E.
"Good morning, bud," he said, softly. He must've been still in a fog because I felt his arm reach around me and pull him close to him. Then I guess he realized what he just did and quickly took his arm back.
Lux jumped up on the bed and made her presence known. I turned to look at the clock and it was 7:30. I knew what she wanted, but I didn't dare get out of bed. Not in the state I was in.
"Well, bud, I think she wants to be let out," he said, sitting up. "How'd you sleep?"
"Pretty well, actually," I said, also sitting up.
"Do you want me to let her out?" he asked.
"Uh, sure," I said.
He got up out of bed in only his boxer shorts. Apparently, I wasn't the only one with morning wood. His cock was literally up and sticking out of his fly. For the first time, I saw what looked to be like a monster cock, fully erect. He quickly shoved it back in his boxers and grinned at me.
"Sorry, bud. Morning wood, you know?" he said, looking straight at me.
I'm sure I turned red and just weakly smiled back.
"You want breakfast?" he asked, putting his t-shirt on.
"Sure," I said, still not wanting to get out of bed. Seeing Tony like that had make my boner even stiffer.
"Well, come on man, get out of bed. Let's get something to eat. I'm starved."
I took a deep breath and got out of bed with my woody sticking up in my shorts. He sure enough noticed and gave a little chuckle.
"Seems like we're in the same boat, bud," he said, coming over to me. He ruffled my hair and said, "It's cool, little dude. We're both guys here. No use in being ashamed of what we've got."
He was so cool, so relaxed about the whole thing. I was very surprised at how he was handling all of this. My stepdad and I never really discussed these things. But Tony seemed to be so comfortable about talking about his body that it really excited me. And, so, there was a big wet spot forming on the top of my boxers.
"Damn," I thought to myself. I really need to piss though, so I practically ran to the bathroom and tried to piss, missing the toilet bowl completely. But as the flow started, my cock went down.
I went to the kitchen where Tony was already. I had a chance to look at his well-shaped legs. He had big calf muscles. I shook my head and looked at something else when he turned around. We ate some cereal, not saying much.
"Buddy, if you ever want to camp out with me again like you did last night, you're more than welcome to join me. Gets a little lonely sleeping alone sometimes."
"Thanks," I said, not knowing what to make of that comment.
When we were finished, he said," What do you want to do today?"
"Not sure," I said, putting down my bowl.
"I don't know what I should do now, bud. I'm not used to this father role," he said, nervously chuckling.
"Well, I guess that makes two of us," I said, getting up from the kitchen table.
Just then, the phone began to ring.
"Who could that be at this hour?" he asked, getting up. He went to the counter where the cordless phone was and answered it.
"Yeah?" he said.
I couldn't make out the words, but I could tell it was a guy speaking on the other end.
"Calm down, bud, calm down. Now what's the problem?"
"Oh, that's no problem. We said we would have it done by the end of this week. What's the problem?"
"No, no, the end of this week, not today."
"Hey, shut up, man. My son is here with me."
Yeah, call me if there's a true emergency," he said before he hung up the phone.
"Sorry about that, bud. Trouble at the construction site. We're working on this house. But, as you can tell, I have an overzealous partner. They'll be fine without me though. But I need to go there sometime this afternoon. You're welcome to come along with me."
"Uh, okay," I said, not knowing if I really wanted to go see a bunch of hunky construction workers, my father included.
"I'd like you to come along so you can see what your old man does," he said sincerely.
How could I refuse an offer like that?
"Sounds like a plan," I answered.
"Cool, well, you want to hit the shower?"
"Yeah, good idea," I said, getting up.
We both walked upstairs together.
"Joe, there should be clean towels in the hall closet next to the bathroom," he called out as he entered his room.
Sure enough, there they were. "Thanks," I said, as I grabbed one.
As I passed his room, I looked through his door and I caught a glimpse of him without anything on. I had only seen my stepdad naked once, and that was only for a brief second. This time, my eyes were glued onto his bare ass. I started to bone up instantly. Why was I having these thoughts? Why was this affecting me this way? He was only my real father and besides it was gay to think that way. I shook my head and entered my bathroom. I took a quick shower and then got dressed.
I headed to the living room where he was already seated, all dressed up in a pair of sweatshorts and a wife-beater. Somehow, the thought of white trash came to mind. I was more conservatively dressed in a Billabong T and cargo shorts.
"Hey champ, how was the shower?" he asked, looking up at me when I walked in the room.
"It was all right," I said.
"Did you find everything you need?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said, sitting down on the lazy-boy.
"So, Joe, tell me about your life. What have I been missing for the past fourteen years?"
"Uh," I said, not knowing where to start. "I uh am not sure..."
"Well, let me start then," he said, sitting up straight.
"I graduated high school after you were born. Went to college, got my degree, and have been in the construction business ever since. My dad started it and I took it over after he retired."
"Your dad still alive?" I asked.
"Yeah, both my parents are. And they want to meet you very much. I told them someday.'
"Cool," I said, knowing that I would have to meet a whole new family circle. "Were you married?"
"Nah, never really felt like the marrying type, bud. But I did always want a son. I was so devastated when I gave you up, Joe," he said, reaching out for my hand. "I want you to know that was the most difficult decision I had to make. I was there when you were born. And I saw you once after you came home, but that was it. I am so happy you're here with me now, champ."
From the look in his eye, I could see he was being sincere. I almost broke down again, but suppressed the urge to.
"What did Mom tell you about me?" I asked, wondering how much he knew about me.
"I knew the first day you began to walk, the first word you said, the first time you lost your tooth. By the way, I was there at your wrestling matches while you were in middle school. Your mom kept me in the loop pretty well. But, son, I wish I could've told you how proud I was. I wish I could've said, yeah, that's my boy. But I knew in my heart, it was best for you to never know I was still in the picture. I was so glad that when you moved when your mom got married, you would be a few towns over from me."
"Wow," I said, sitting back. "I didn't know all of that."
"Well, now you know. So what about you? You datin' any cute girl?"
I laughed. "Yeah I was, but that was back in the fall of this school year. Haven't really had my eye on any since."
"Just give it time, bud. Well, what do you say we finish unpacking your stuff?" he asked.
"Okay," I said, getting up.
We went to my room and spent a good deal of the morning, straightening out my shit. I was a little worried that my new dad would be nosy and go through some of my things, some of which I didn't want him to find. Not that there was anything that incriminating, but it was my personal stuff. I didn't want him to find some of my pairs of underwear which I had bought on the side. Some of them I thought were fuckin' hot. None of that really mattered right now, since sex was definitely was not on my mind. But, still, I didn't want him to find them.
I shouldn't say that sex was definitely not on my mind. For some reason, I was always aroused around Tony. I don't know what it was either. But, I tried to ignore it. It was hard to however ignore him leaning over me, feeling his hot body on top of mine, when he went to reach for something in front of me.
"Sorry, bud," he said, chuckling.
"No problem," I answered cooly.
He did eventually open my underwear drawer in my dresser, but only looked at it for a second and then shut it. He didn't say a word and went back to what he was doing. We talked a little more, getting to know each other little by little. It was kind of cool. I missed my family though. I even missed that little runt, always buggin' me.
"So, did you want to call up one of your friends tonight and invite them over?" he asked, as we sat down for late lunch.
"Hey, that might not be a bad idea," I said.
"I just figured you might miss them, and it can't be all that fun hanging out with me all day," he said.
"Tony, it's cool. I've enjoyed spending time with you," I said.
He looked at me and got this big grin on his face. "Really, bud?"
"Yeah," I said, looking back at him with a big grin on my face as well. "You're keeping my mind off of what I could be thinking about right now. Thanks."
When we headed back to my room, I guess he noticed my Sony Playstation 2 in my closet.
"You like video games?" he asked.
"Oh yeah!" I answered. I would hook it up to a TV, but we hadn't set it up yet.
"Aw, bud, we gotta hook this up to my TV," he said.
We went out to the living room, and he hooked it up to his 36" flat-screen (not plasm or LCD though), and soon we were engrossed in video games. He liked the same games that I did and sat on the floor right next to me, just like a little kid. It was kind of cool to see this guy have fun. He and I were alike in a lot of ways.
"You remind me of me when I was your age," he said, after we were done with the last game of Madden Football.
He ruffed up my hair as he got up to turn the system off. He turned back around to face me and smiled down at me.
"You're a cute kid, you know that?" he said, smiling.
"Yeah, I know," I said, smartly. I got up off the floor and went to the kitchen to get something to drink.
"Hey, Tony, where are the glasses?" I asked.
"Right where you're standing," he answered.
His cell phone began to ring.
"Aw, fuck who is that?" he asked, getting up to get it.
From what I heard it was his partner again. He didn't sound very happy from the tone of the conversation.
"Listen, bud," he said, after he hung up. "I hate to take back the offer of you coming to the site today, but they're having some problems there. I'd rather you come with me when everything is all right. Do you mind if we do that some other time? I want you to come with me, but just not today."
"Yeah, sure," I said, not really hurt by it. "That's fine. Go do what you gotta do!"
"Cool, man. You'll be all right here?"
I laughed. "Yeah, I should be able to handle it."
"Good, I'm gonna go throw on some clothes and then head out," he said walking towards his room.
"I'll continue to unpack," I said, going towards my room.
I noticed he didn't close his door when he went into his room. I stood in the doorway and there he was with his sweatshorts off and standing there with no underwear on.
"You need anything, bud?" he asked, jolting me out of my stare.
He grabbed a pair of jeans and put them on.
"What? You've never seen a guy commando before?" he asked.
"Uh, no," I said, not able to think of a better answer.
"Aw, bud, I love it," he said, acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary. "Well, I gotta get going. Remember, this is your house now too, Joey. Get comfortable."
He left and I was alone. For the first time in a while, I was completely alone. Well, all except for Lux. She came out of hiding as soon as he was gone and scampered right next to me. I went into my room and she followed me. So this was home now? I guess I might as well make the best of it.
It was not long until curiosity got the best of me, however. I still wanted to know about Tony. He seemed very vague about his past few years, even though he had told me a lot. I still felt like I was missing something. So, I got nosy. I snuck into his room and looked around a little. I had only been in his room once to sleep. I thought maybe he would have porn stashed somewhere. Part of my sexual drive had returned, which was a sure indication that I was handling things all right. After all, a horny teenager who stops cold turkey after beating off whenever he can, is bound to wake up sooner or later.
Couldn't find anything at all. All I can remember though is smelling his scent. I couldn't get enough of it. Smelled like some sort of body wash and sweat. All man. This was wrong. I was actually in his room with a fuckin' boner in my shorts. There were some pictures in his room on his desk. It looked like him and a couple of his buddies, but these pics were old. Damn, I said, I really do look like him. I am afraid I lost control then and rummaged through his drawers, trying to be careful not to disturb anything. I wasn't sure I was going to find anything worthwhile, but I kept looking. Apparently, he had quite an underwear collection too for a guy who goes "commando" sometimes. I have to admit, I had a fettish for underwear. I found this jock and realized the pouch was stained. Like cum-stained.
"Fuck!" I said out loud. I took the jock strap out, ran into my room, shooed the dog out of the room, and closed the door. I whipped it out in no time and was stroking it. Fuck, it felt good. I swear my cock had never been so hard in my life. It felt thicker in my hand. I looked down and noticed my balls were really getting hairy. Wow, what a thrill. I threw on the jock just for kicks, even though it didn't fit very well. I almost lost it, knowing that this was where my real father's cock had been before.
I couldn't resist any longer and I unloaded right in the pouch. Cum was leaking out the side. I felt light-headed. I collapsed on the bed and just laid there for a moment while I was brought back down to earth. I just then heard footsteps from outside my door and I jumped up. Oh shit! Well thank god the door was closed all the way.
"Joe! I'm home!" Tony yelled out.
"Yeah, I'm in here, hold on!"
I cleaned my cum coated dick off with the jock, threw on my shorts, and walked out of the room.
"Champ, you all right?" he asked I appeared in his doorway.
"Yeah, why?" I asked.
He walked over to me and said, "You're sweatin', your hair's a mess, dude, what did you do?"
"Nothin," I said, feeling totally guilty about what I had just done.
"Oh...." he said, breaking into a real big smile. "I think I know what you just did."
I got defensive.
"What are you talking about?"
"Nothin' champ, it's cool. Hey, we're all men here, right? I do it too. You gotta relieve the tension. Since it's just us living together, I guess we should lay down some rules. If my door is closed, that can usually mean one thing. I won't keep the door closed for any other reason. If your door is closed, then I'll assume you're rubbin' one out as well. As for the rest of the time, you keep it open just like mine," he said.
I turned five shades of red when he said that. "Uh, okay," I said, wanting to dig a hole and hide.
"Hey, man, it's nothing. We're guys. Guys need to jack off. I'm just saying that it's cool. Don't have to worry about me saying anything. Okay?"
I managed a weak grin and said, "Okay."
"Well, how about we go out to dinner?" he asked.
Well that was a relief. He was so cool about the situation. I always felt like I had to hide the fact that I beat off when I lived with my mom. And here was this man's man, telling me it was cool to beat off. Dinner went well, and we headed back home, basically just talking and learning about ourselves.
"You know I used to wrestle back in the day too," he said, continuing the conversation that we had started in the car.
"You?" I asked, feeling like the cocky teenager I once was before all this shit happened.
"Yeah, bud, me!" he said, amused.
"An old man like you?" I asked, provoking him more.
"Hey! I'm only thirty-two! I ain't that old, kid!" he said, standing right in front of me.
I refused to back down though and looked at him straight in the eye. "Whatever, old man!" I kidded.
"Oh that does it!" he said, putting me in a headlock. Somehow, I managed to escape and tried to take him down. He was taken by surprise and I did manage to take him down. I jumped on top of him and held him down as long as I could. But I was no match for him. Since he had the experience behind him, he was quick and he had me down on my back before I knew what happened. Somewhere along the line, I got a huge whiff of Tony's scent, with my face in his armpit. We wrestled around a little longer, but there was no way I would win. Plus I was seriously getting aroused being handled by Tony. Being able to touch him. That never happened before when I wrestled on the team. But being able to feel him up and touch him, was getting to me. I sat up against the couch on the floor and he sat right next to me. I glanced at his package, which seemed to be a little bigger than it was before. Could it be?
"So, little guy, what do you say now?"
"All right, all right, dude, you got me. But I want a rematch later!" I said, still catching my breath.
We both got up on the couch and watched some TV. I felt so comfortable around him. He was really a cool guy. I had this urge to just lean on him. I looked over at him and it was as if he could read my mind.
"Com 'ere bud," he said, extending his arm. I allowed myself to be pulled into him and rested my head on his muscular chest. We just sat like that, watching TV. It felt great to be held by him.
"It's just us, buds. Son and Dad on the couch man. It's cool right?" he asked, sounding not sure if I was enjoying it or not.
I looked back up at his face and smiled. "Yeah, it's cool," I answered.
Not sure when it happened, but I fell asleep.
"Joe, you want to go to bed?" I heard a voice say quietly.
I opened my eyes to see Tony standing above me. I was so tired though that I just turned over and went back to sleep.
"Come on, bud," he said.
Next thing I knew, he had his arms around me and lifted me up. I felt him carrying me. I hadn't been carried to bed in years. I was impressed that he was able to lift me, though I was only one hundred ten pounds. I felt him lay me down on my bed.
"Sit up bud, you gotta take your clothes off," he said.
I got up off the bed in a daze and just stood in front of him.
I heard him laugh softly and he began to slip my shirt off. I raised my hands above my head and the shirt came off. He undid my shorts and pulled them down to my ankles. He pushed me down gently and slip them the rest of the way off my feet. He took my socks off and I rolled up onto the bed. He slipped the comforter over my body and tucked me in.
"Good night, he said, just before I felt his lips on my cheek.
I woke up in the middle of the night, as I usually do when I fall asleep early. Again, I woke up not knowing exactly where I was and I panicked.
"Mom?" I said out of instinct.
It hit me once again that Mom was not there at all. Sadness fell over me again as I realized that Mom would never be there again and I was alone. I started to cry, softly. Lux, who was at the foot of the bed, came up to where I was and sat down next to me.
"They aren't coming back, are they?" I whispered.
Just then, I heard noises coming from the other room. In no time, Tony was in my doorway, looking at me.
"You all right, Joe?" he asked.
"No," I answered.
He came immediately over to my bed and knelt down beside it.
"It's all right, bud. I'm here now," he said, lightly caressing the side of my face. "I'm here, Joe."
He was all I had now. I reached out for him and he gave me a big hug. Again, I noticed he was not wearing any shirt.
"Here, come on bud, you want to spend the night with me again?"
I shook my head yes and crawled out of bed. I followed him into his room and crawled into his bed. He got in on the other side. I could tell the side I was on was the side he had been on, since it was still warm. I let his scent envelope me and soon, he put his strong, big arms around me.
"I know this must be rough, bud," he whispered in my ear. "But as long as I'm with you, I'll make sure nothing happens to you. I love you, son. I'm never gonna leave you again."
I said nothing, but I felt a calmness come over my body after he said that. I soon fell asleep after that, not waking up until the next morning.
I awoke with something poking me in the ass in the morning. I gasped and flew away from Tony when I realized what it was. Tony had morning wood. He woke up right after I gasped and said, "What?"
"Nothing," I answered. His arms pulled me back to him and I was up against his stick again.
"Uh, Tony," I said, knowing he probably didn't even realize what was going on.
"Oh shit!" he said, pushing me away and turning over. "I'm so sorry, Joe...."
"Uh, it's all right," I said, not knowing what else to say.
"You're not gonna be traumatized by this are you?" he asked with a grin. The uneasiness was gone already.
"Nah," I replied getting up, secretly knowing that it was kind of nice actually to feel his hardness between my legs. This was getting out of control. I need to take a step back and clear my head. Maybe I should be beating off more, I thought to myself.
Thanks for stopping by to read the second chapter of "Dad To The Rescue". I hope this part lives up to the first one. Please send all comments to NEPhillyBoy76@aol.com Thanks again.