Date: Sun, 20 Mar 2022 23:41:12 +0000
From: Digby Brone
Subject: Digby and Aaron Chapter 2

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(Note: Again, sex scene starts next chapter)


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As soon as he opened his eyes, Digby's mind cycled through the shit show
that was last night. The tears, the vomit - his father. He lied there,
staring at the ceiling, unmoving, for fifteen minutes before his father
came to check on him for the seventh time that day.


Aaron's face lit up immediately.


"Dig. Ya feelin' alright?"


Digby looked at his father and gave him a soft, weak smile.


"...I'm sorry Dad."


"...it's alright, son." Aaron replied.


Digby's focus on his father did anything but dwindle - he hadn't even
blinked once since Aaron came into the dim room.


"...what... what happened after I... passed out? Are you okay? I fucked
up so bad... you don't deserve any of this, Dad."


Aaron sighed.


"I'm uh... kinda surprised ya remembered it at all. Ya hit yer head
pretty fuckin' hard. ...but, nah, I'm fine. I told the family ya
weren't feelin' well and booted off as fast as I could. You've been
lyin' here for almost a day."


Made sense. Not only because Digby was fucking exhausted - but because
anyone would need a hell of a lot of sleep after smashing their head into
a brick fucking wall. Digby continued to look into his father's eyes. He
wanted to bring up the whole thing - ask Aaron how it would work, whether
or not he even wants his son around, setting fucking boundaries because
his son wants to fuck his father - but he couldn't. Nothing would come
out of his mouth.


Instead, Aaron was the one to bring it up.


"...Dig. About last night... we can talk about it, if ya want. When yer
ready, o'course. But I'm bookin' you in for the psych again."


...shit.


"I ain't just gonna sit there while my son's losin' his head. We're
going tomorrow and that's it, Dig." Aaron continued.


Usually, Digby would casually list all the reasons why seeing a psych
wasn't a good idea - why he was good on his own and how he'd figure it
out eventually. But after what he just did to his father - maybe it was
about time.


"...alright, Dad."


-


The rest of the day went by slower than the time it takes for the Earth
to orbit the sun - Digby kept thinking and ruminating about what was
going on inside his father's head - as well as trying to find a single
reason to go on with his life at all.


At dinner - he had ultimately skipped breakfast and lunch - Aaron had
prompted the conversation. He asked about how his son felt about him
exactly.


"In the way you shouldn't... feel about your own father." Digby had
said.


Aaron didn't give much of a reaction - he too had been consumed with
worries and thoughts on how his relationship with his son would change or
diminish even. He assured Digby that his love for his son would "never
change" and that he doesn't mind Dig's attraction towards him. Of
course, this only put salt in the wound.


It was what happened two hours later that in fact did change everything.


Despite how low he felt, Digby was still as horny as ever. Like any other
night, he closed the blinds, shut the door and turned out the lights
before slipping into his bed and choosing `the one'; the photo that
would get him through the night. It was hard to find new pictures of his
father - he had climaxed to each and every one of them multiple times -
but it was all he had. Aaron hated being in photos.


He chose the photo where Aaron was in his underwear. A classic. His
father never had a problem with being almost nude in front of his son -
little did he know, that single moment in time had become one of his
son's only sources of happiness. Being a switch, he had times when he
wanted to fuck, and times when he wanted to be fucked. That night, he
cleaned himself out and decided to bottom.


As he was furiously fingering his ass while gazing at his phone and
imagining his Dad fucking him in all different positions, Aaron's dick
penetrating his ass over and over, Digby's best and worst nightmare came
to life.


The door opened.


There was no knock (entirely unlike Aaron). His father had only taken a
step into the bedroom before flinching, noticing exactly what was going
on. Of course, this didn't affect him. What Digby was getting off to was
what worried the guy.


"Sorry Dig, just wanted to check on ya. Must've interrupted some pretty
good shaggin'."


Digby switched off his phone faster than the speed of light before
yanking his fingers out of his ass (which didn't feel great). Just the
idea of Aaron standing there in front of him while he had an erection
turned him on so fucking hard. Just his fucking presence.


"I uh, um... mmh."


Aaron chuckled at his response, but continued to approach him. He sat on
his son's bed, right next to his shaking feet, before looking at the
ground. At this point Digby was having a fucking heart attack.


"...watcha... watcha lookin' at?"


Fuck.


Digby knew this was coming - the way Aaron put it sounded so warm yet
filled Digby with a monumental amount of fear and adrenalin. What the
fuck was he gonna do? But was it not obvious? He'd never lied to his
father - never. And while he didn't want to start now, what the fuck
else was he to do?


"...what?"


Unfortunately this didn't work.


"Watcha jerkin' to, Dig? I don't judge, promise. You can tell yer
Dad."


He didn't respond. Digby couldn't lie to his father. But he couldn't
tell the truth either. So, he said nothing at all, hoping for his father
to get the message.


"...is it me?"


...


The silence was enough. It was a yes. But it was obvious - why the fuck
would Aaron come into his bedroom just to get him to admit it?


Something inside him urged the man to continue, however. To explore this
side of his son - but... mainly to see what photo of him his son was
getting off to. He childishly hoped it wasn't a shitty one.


Aaron held his hand out. Digby knew what this meant. His father knew the
passcode to his phone, just as Digby knew the code to his - and so,
without a single thought of disobeying his father, he handed him his
phone.


Digby carefully watched the expression on his father's face, lit up by
his phone screen. After unlocking it, his eyes widened and his eyebrows
shifted upwards slightly. Aaron knew what he was in for - he knew it'd
be a photo of himself - but the way Digby had used this simple, innocent
photo as a means of getting off was... fucking hilarious. It was slightly
creepy to Aaron - but mostly flattering. A twisted thought of sending him
a real nude to jerk off to flew in and out of his mind like Santa through
a fucking chimney. He shook his head.


"Wow, Dig. I can see why you chose that one. Caught me in my briefs."


It was strange. In his head, Aaron dropped the phone, realising how
disgusting and perverted his son was before asking him to leave and never
return. Something dramatic. The fact that all the shit Digby confessed to
hadn't even put a dint on their relationship fucked with his
already-fucked-with head. He shouldn't be so accepting. His Dad should
be booting him out on the streets, not laughing with him about how he
jerks off to his own father.


"...sorry."


"Don't be. That's some quality shit right there. ...but, look - while
it... is a lil' weird, I... you know, I appreciate that someone's still
got the hots for me. Never thought it'd be my..."


Aaron gazes at Digby almost analytically.


"...son. Heh, should be givin' ya something that's actually worth
jerkin' off to, haha. Not that shit."


After displaying a cheesy grin, he'd realised what he said and quickly
backtracked.


"But uh, yeah. Don't stress. Just..."


Aaron wanted to say `we need to get you a boyfriend' or something to
steer his son off of his tracks, but... something stopped him. He didn't
know what.


"...night, Dig."


Without another word, he sped out of the room and closed the door.


Digby scratched his head. What the fuck was that?


-


Aaron stared at the pitch black ceiling. He kept beating himself up over
how suggestive he was - over how interested he sounded. He was supposed
to be letting it slide - letting this whole thing blow over until Digby
finds a boyfriend. He was supposed to help him do that, not give his son
hope that there's even a spec of reciprocation.


...but there was.


Aaron knew it was `wrong'. But the intimacy and affection they'd been
sharing over the past few months... and especially after being single for
years and years... it was almost like they were together sometimes. Aaron
knew it was fucked up, but... when Dig would ask to hold his hand, when
they'd hug for longer than normal - it was as if their bond was actually
evolving into something else, or was... already something.


As he lied in his bed, thoughts of Digby cycling through his brain, he
eventually stopped at a single thought. Digby jerking off to him.


In his head, it was still so wrong. Sons aren't supposed to get off to
their dads, simple as that.


But the tent in his boxers said otherwise.


The thought of anyone jerking off to him was a huge turn on regardless -
he'd never heard of it before. Even when chicks had showed their
interest in him (before being rejected), they'd never confessed to
pleasuring themselves over him. Not even his ex, who he only ever
copulated with for kids (another reason for their separation).


But there was something else to it. The connection he had with his son -
the way he cuddled up close to him, how he pecked him on the head from
time to time - while it was initially father-son love, the thought of it
- mixed with Digby's lust for his father - caused his emotions to
develop and sprout into something entirely new in the heat of the moment.
He began to see his affection towards his son in different, unforeseen
ways.


Out of curiosity, he picked up his phone from his side desk and scrolled
through his photos until he reached one of Digby.


Letting his body decide, he looked into Digby's eyes. Then his stomach.
Then his crotch.


Unfortunately, his dick was harder than it'd ever been.


"Fuckin' hell..."


He couldn't understand it - how he could all of a sudden turn these
innocent feelings of familial love into  incestuous homosexual lust - a
concept he was unfamiliar with until this very moment. It doesn't make
fucking sense. Yes, being aroused can make you feel and do things you
wouldn't otherwise but...


His hand slowly made its way towards his crotch, sliding underneath his
underwear and clutching his genitals. He replayed in his head Digby's
confession while jerking his dick. He imagined fucking his son, his cum
filling Digby's insides as he yelled out for his Dad.


Suddenly, a notification popped up on his screen, covering the photo of
Digby.


[I love you Dad]


It was from his son.


This only made him masturbate harder, causing his hand to fly up and down
his cock faster and faster.


Then there was another.


[I need you]


And another.


[I want you so bad]


[I'll do anything Dad]


Aaron stopped jerking out of shock. The messages started out innocent.
Now his son was asking him to fuck him. Disbelief washed Aaron's lust
away like a fucking tsunami - this couldn't be happening. Not this fast.
How in the fuck could his son be so confident all of a sudden?


[Please Dad]


[Just one time and then never again]


Holy fucking shit. Aaron stood up crookedly, placing two feet on the
floor as the messages kept coming. Before they got even more out of hand,
he walked towards the door and rushed to Digby's bedroom. Not to
reciprocate, but to calm his fucking son down.


...


Aaron knocked on the door before entering his son's room. Digby was
lying in his bed under the blanket, his phone in his hands, looking at
his father with fear in his eyes. It was like he knew what he was doing,
but some... force, some urge had taken over him. Possessed with lust.


"Dig..."


"Dad, please, I'll do anything -"


The quiet, depressed Digby had completely dissolved into this...
desperate amalgam of emotions. It almost didn't sound like Digby at all.
He promptly threw off the blanket, revealing a pretty obvious boner
through his black briefs before kneeling on the bed in front of his
father.


"Digby, I..."


"Please, Dad..."


Digby sighed.


"I know it's fucked up but... I love you. So fucking much. You're so
sweet and gentle. You're so, so attractive, your beard makes me want to
fucking die it's so hot, I love the way your breath smells like coffee,
I love the way you go to the toilet and don't wash your hands -"


...what the fuck?...


"I love everything about you... you care about me more than anyone else
and I just want to give back to you. You're like... the only person in
the world that I love - the only one I need. I need you, Dad. Just
pretend I'm not your son and fuck me - I'll do anything, I promise!
Anything you want!"


His son was in hysterics, his hands together on his knees like he was
praying.


"I know you haven't had sex in a long, long time. I don't know, just -
pretend I'm a girl, I - I'll never be upset again, I'll be a good
fuckin' son -"


Aaron just stood there, unmoving. He wanted to say yes, he wanted to say
no, he wanted to calm his son down and just talk about it before anything
happened - instead, he said nothing, taking a step towards his son.


He took another step. And then another until he reached the foot of the
bed, inches away from his son. Digby had stopped begging once he noticed
his father's advances, unable to breathe as Aaron stood in front of him.


Aaron squinted at his son. Like he was trying to measure how much he
wanted it - as if he didn't believe he could be so arousing. He kneeled
on Digby's bed, looking at him in the eye with an infinitely curious yet
heavily cautious expression. To Digby, he seemed as if he was
contemplating it - debating whether or not his son was worthy.


"...alright. Show me watcha got."


Digby froze.


...holy shit. Aaron just sat there, staring at his son, waiting for him to
make a move. After a few seconds, Dig stopped ascending and realised this
was his chance. His one and only chance to show his father how much he
truly loved him.


He awkwardly slid his fingers on his father's cheeks, inching closer and
closer to his face. Aaron's expression barely changed as the gap between
them came to a close, lifting his brows out of curiosity.


And then it happened.


Digby calmly placed his lips on his father's, closing his eyes.


At that moment, Digby's whole being transcended into another plane of
existence. He melted into the kiss like chocolate in a microwave,
wrapping his arms around his father and refusing to ever let go. Aaron
himself was taken aback by the feeling - it had been years since he'd
felt a kiss, but he'd never felt one as passionate, needy... and lustful
as this.


The kiss was long and intense as his saliva mixed with his son's. The
warmth of Aaron's mouth caused Digby's cock to become almost immaterial
due to the amount of arousal he was experiencing.


As soon as Aaron pulled back for a breath, Digby went back in, making out
with his father and feeling Aaron's tongue sneakily make its way into
Digby's mouth. The feeling was indescribable.


Feeling guilty for denying Aaron a breath, Digby broke the kiss. After
both gathering their breaths, his father was the first to speak.


"...that was..."


"Amazing." Digby finished his sentence.


Aaron scratched his head.


"...yer a good kisser, boy."


Digby giggled a bit, feeling like he'd drank about a dozen coffees with
how ecstatic he was feeling.


"Well, you're uh... my first, I guess. Now you can say you've... kissed
a guy, haha..."


Aaron grinned.


"Who says it's my first time?"


Digby's jaw hits the fucking floor.


"...you've been with a guy before?!"


"Ay, I haven't been with another man. Have kissed one or two though. No
sex though."


After the reciprocation his father displayed, Digby's confidence hit the
roof as he tucked his thumb into his underwear.


"...can we change that?"


Sweat was running down Digby's back as he awaited his father's answer.
Aaron's brows raised again, that tinge of curiosity sparkling in his
eyes.


"...I dunno. Gimme one reason why I should say yes."


Fuck, Digby, think...


After about ten seconds of silence, Digby came up with something.


"...it would make me... extremely, unbelievably happy?"


Aaron smiled.


"That's good enough for me."


(Continued in Chapter 3)