Date: Mon, 22 Jun 2015 20:14:50 +0000 (UTC) From: Paul River Subject: Gay/Incest His Comforting Smell Part 2 This story is fictional and for adults only. Don't read it if you're underage, if m/m stories offend you, or if you're not interested in father/son relationships. Please donate to Nifty to keep this site running so all of us perverts can keep ourselves satisfied with our erotica. Sorry about the delay for part 2, college finals and move out for the summer took precedence. And now hope you all enjoy part 2! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- I woke up the next morning, that special smell of my father hitting my nose as I jerked up in bed, forgetting for a moment what had happened. His arm pulling me back in as he snored softly reminded me of what we both experienced; this was not one of my wet dreams that I regretted waking up from before school. Turning my head slightly to my left, I could see that my dad had a small, soft smile on his face instead of tear stained cheeks that had recently been appearing daily. Slowly his green eyes opened as he mumbled out a good morning. "What time is it Robby?" he asks me. I look over at the bedside clock and answer, "It's 8:30 Dad. Good thing it's Saturday." He nods agreeing with me before rolling over and stretching while giving a big yawn. I watch the muscles ripple through his back and shoulders. He flexes his biceps while staring back with a shit-eating grin before saying, "Let's get showered and dressed for breakfast, then we can talk about what happened last night." I nod my head in agreement and head off to the hallway shower. His hand grabs my wrist and I can see in his eyes that he wants me to shower with him. I wrap my arms around him in a hug, feeling his love for me as a son. Our shower was filled with soft caresses, washing each other, and the occasional dick grab with a fair share of giggles. Once done, Dad dried me off like I was a young kid again; fast, rubbing quickly with him attacking my ticklish spots. I got to dry him off as well and threw in a quick tit twister as a small payback. We went our separate ways to get dressed before meeting up in the kitchen for breakfast. Our routine that morning played out like it used to before the accident; Dad cooked bacon and sausage on the stove while I got the batter ready for the waffle maker and the orange juice poured. Twenty minutes later we were eating at the counter and had almost finished our meal when he wanted to talk about what happened last night. "Son, I need to explain a few things about myself in order for you to understand what happened last night." I nod my head and sit attentively to what he has to say. "When your mom and I started dating, we had been friends for about 5 years. I've always found women attractive, but what I had discovered was that men also were catching my eye. Not just any men, but rugged, muscular men who were oozing masculinity. In addition to your mother, my best friend Carl was the epitome of what I was attracted to in a man: 6'2, 220 lbs. of pure muscle, permanent 5 o'clock shadow no matter how much he shaved, along with the most amazing green eyes on any man or woman I have ever met. Him and I had been friends since we were 3 years old, basically treated each other as brothers." "How come I haven't heard of your best friend Carl?" I ask. "Things got complicated between him and I. Carl came out as gay to me one night during a regular sleepover during the summer going into our senior year, and told me that he loved me more than just a brother. Things were different then, Son, than they are now. Where we were from, being gay was not something you were able to be proud of being. While I was attracted to him, my pride, confusion over my sexuality and years of having the "straight is the only way" pounded into my head made me regret my following actions. I pushed him away as a friend after that night and our friendship disintegrated shortly after. Never was I hurtful against him nor did I out him to other people, because I still respected him. The night of our graduation, he invited our group of friends over to his house where we all celebrated, and that is when he told his family and everyone else that he was gay. His father turned red in embarrassment and a bit of rage, while his mother went silent. All of our friends knew that the party was over then and we all left." Dad said, with some tears starting to form in his eyes. "The next day as I was driving through town, I noticed him at the bus stop and quickly pulled into the parking lot. Carl noticed me getting out of my car and had a look of worry on his face as I approached." Dad said "Kyle?" Carl asks. "Where are you headed Carl?" "My dad kicked me out of the house with all that I could pack in two duffel bags and my backpack. He told me that he would not have a faggot living under his roof for as long as he was alive." Carl says with tears starting to fall down his face. "I'm waiting for the next bus to New York City to start my life over. I guess this is goodbye Kyle. Despite what happened between us, I still love you and always will. " "Take care Carl. You are a good guy, and I hope you're able to get the clean slate you need." "That was the last time I saw Carl. About a month after, your mother and I married and we moved here to start our lives. Losing Carl the way I did made me realize that I should have been there for him, instead of pushing him away like I did. When I found out about your potential sexuality, I vowed that I wouldn't make the same mistake twice." Dad finishes with a few tears in his eyes. "I'm sorry that you had to go through that Dad. Have you ever thought of reconnecting with Carl by any chance since then? Maybe try to repair the friendship and brotherhood you guys had for 15 years?" I ask him. Dad pulls me into a big embrace, as he says, "I wouldn't know where to begin, if he's even still in New York City or if he even wanted to reconnect. Besides your mother, he was the other love of my life." I look up into Dad's face and just give him a deep kiss to help ease the pain. He did not resist and kissed back just as passionately, his hard dick poking me as it got to its full 9 inches. Without any words, I slid down to my knees and looked up into his face as I pulled his shorts down and swallowed his cock to the root. His mind just full of pleasure, making him only moan continuously as I continue to give him the best blowjob I could ever give to the cock that gave me life. "Oh fuck Robby your mouth feels so fucking good. Fuck son you're too good for your Daddy." He moans out as I feel his balls hit my chin. I just make eye contact and he sees the passion I have for him in my eyes, my hunger to please him and enjoy his comforting smell as well as the load of cum in his balls that threatens to be released. "Oh Robby, fuck son I'm close. Fuck baby swallow my cum for Daddy. FFFFFUUUUCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!" He groans out, filling my mouth with his cum as my cock shoots into my shorts without me touching it at all. I love the taste of his cum and hearing him groan. I look up as I swallow the last bits of cum to see the fire has been extinguished in his eyes a bit and replaced with love for me, his own flesh and blood. I get up off of my knees and give him a kiss, letting him taste himself inside my mouth. We both catch out breaths before I say, "Dad, let's try to find your friend Carl and see if he would want to get reconnected with you. I know Mom's gone and you have me, but maybe having your old friend can help heal some wounds too." His face told me all that I needed to know. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thanks for reading my first official story here on Nifty. Hope you guys were able to shoot a load or two from the story ;). If you'd like me to continue this story, any thoughts on where I should take it, want to edit my stories or any other comments email me at paulriver926@yahoo.com.