Date: Tue, 27 Dec 2011 12:04:55 -0800 (PST) From: Jake Clarkson Subject: FORGOTTEN MEMORIES: CHAPTER ONE Disclaimer: All characters in this erotic fan fiction are fictional and do not bare any resemblance to people living today. This story contains sexual acts between males of the same family and if that disturbs you or you are under the age of 18 (or it is illegal to read erotica where you live) I suggest you leave at own risk. Also this story contains people whom are overweight, so if you have a problem with that I suggest you also leave. I am open to criticism, only if it is constructive though. FORGOTTEN MEMORIES: CHAPTER 1 Jake woke up, it was Christmas Day, the twenty-first Christmas Day of his life to be exact. Next month he would be 21, but now he was already feeling the aches of a night of drinking. Jake was a stocky kid, never really think. He was about 6?0? tall and weighed around 260 pounds or so. Built like a football player kind of with broad shoulders, however there was a still a small belly on him, or large belly depending on who you were. Now Jake had been openly gay for three or four years now, came out to his family and everything and even though he lived in the city he was now home visiting his family. Family was always weird for Jake, he?d never really lived with his parents until pretty much three or so years before he moved and now had been living away for nearly three years the whole gay thing was just finally becoming comfortable. He?s always known he was gay but because of repressed feelings hadn?t been able to come to terms with it himself until he was in High School, by then he had realized that other guys were what was getting him hard and not girls. Although he?d always retained strong relationships with females, males were a different story so it was kind of ironic that he was attracted to only males. The shower water began to run as he opened the window and felt the cold mountain breeze, his father must?ve just started to shower, great. For some reason Jake had always had this fascinations with his Dad sexually. Since he never really lived with him the weird family vibe that most kids get with their parents he never really got. So ever since he came to terms with his sexuality (and even before that a bit) he had had the ?hots? for his Dad. It was way to cold right now, Jake made his way back to his Dad?s warm bed, he?d been sleeping with him ever since he?d gotten back. It should probably be mentioned now that his parents have now been divorced for four years. Yeah, he moved with them and then they got divorced. That one was not missed on him, he still wondered why they had broken up so abruptly. Maybe his father had tired of his vain mother, whom had been a thorn in his side basically his whole life. But enough about her, Jake was now hard, he pictured his Dad naked, washing his body, whom was much like Jake?s but quite a bit chubbier. He didn?t mind though, he always thought that was hot. Jake was half native American and half Hispanic, the native coming from his Dad. He began to stroke his dick under the cover as he imagined his Dad lathering up, the suds from the soap on his flawless copper skin, the water dripping off his just past shoulder length hair. Then finally the suds dripping off of his thick round ass. Oh how he wished his tongue was between those cheeks right now, just as things were getting good the door to the restroom opened. Jake?s Dad, Carl walked out of the restroom, to Jake?s surprise in his underwear! He must?ve thought Jake was still asleep or something, quickly Jake would pull his hand away from his dick and he pretended to fall asleep. His Dad reached for a towel and walked back into the restroom. Almost instantly his hand went back to his dick but then he realized he was getting a bit soft and decided to maybe try and get a peek and his Dad instead. Quickly he got up and threw on a pair of sweats and a sweater and headed outside the room, the family had still not woken up, thankfully. He walked around to where the bathroom window was, thankfully it?d been broken for almost a year now and he figured that he could get a good peek through there. Finally, he?d reached the right one and peered in, the shower doors were opaque so he could only see his Dad Carl?s outline. For some reason the fact that his Dad had almost no body hair, except for by his public hair, turned Jake on all the more. A mound had formed in Jake?s pants again. His dick wasn?t very large erect probably 5 or 5.5in, just as he reached for it he heard a voice. ?Jake? That you?? Muttered an all too familiar voice from about two hundred feet away. The voice almost struck fear in Jake?s heart. Instead of walking away from the voice though he walked towards it, not wanting to alert his Dad to his presences outside the window. ?Yes, Uncle Mike, it?s me..? Jake replied back finally, his Uncle Mike was about 5?10? his mothers brother. He was Hispanic but looked white trash with his baggy clothes and baseball cap, he was in his early fourties but because of recreational drug abuse he looked much older. Mike had molested Jake when he was younger, it was malicious and he wasn?t raped but he was that creepy uncle that everyone has, or so it seemed to Jake. Instead of waiting for a reply or a question Jake simply smiled and gave him a hug before walking back towards the house, avoiding the situation completely. Once in the solidarity of his Dad?s room again he took his clothes off, back to his underwear which he had been sleeping in. Jake then went back to thoughts of his Dad in the shower, finally he would get hard again. Jake slid down his underwear to ankles and was now laying on the bed jerking his dick with abandon. He thought of his Dad?s dick, which he hadn?t seen fully erect through the window in quite some time now. Carl?s dick was not modest like you?d assume due to his size. It was about 7.5 inches and very thick! This thought filled his brain as he was reaching orgasm. In all the panic he must?ve not heard the bathroom door open. Jake shot a load in the air, it squirted hard and landed on his bare chest, just then he opened his eyes to see his Dad, wrapped in a towel staring at him from the bathroom door.