Date: Thu, 31 May 2012 08:07:09 -0700 (PDT) From: Joshua Cooper Subject: HOMOgenized/ My Decision / Incest HOMOgenized By Josh Cooper My Decision He had been good twenty minutes, and I had just finished my shower when dad arrived home. He found me drying off in our shared bathroom. "Ah... I was hoping to join you," he said, stripping from his clothes as I stood there drying. "I can join you dad," I said, tossing the towel aside and into his arms. "I missed you son," he said and then kissed me. "I missed you too," I said, setting the water and then following him into the shower. "So how was your evening," he asked. "Fine, I just watched TV," I lied and again I lied to dad which seemed to be becoming a habit with me. The trial continued for another week and finally it went to the jury. Because of the time that the trial ended and the jury went into deliberations, we went home for evening and were told to come back when he jury reached a verdict. Dad went into the office that morning and told me to call him when I got the call. I was pacing the floor, I wanted this over and behind me. It had also been a week since Mark and I had been together, because neither of us had found a convenient time when we could both be together. It was around two when my phone rang and I jumped. "Hello," I said nervously, it was Mark on the other end. "Hey sweetie, the jury reached a verdict," he said. "I volunteered to call you," he added. "I'll call dad, he went in to work until we had to go in to court," I said. "Doesn't he work downtown, how about I come get you and that way he can just meet you here," he said. "And sweetheart, don't call him for about twenty minutes, ok," he added. "But won't the judge by angry?" "The court will wait for all the participants to be present before the jury is brought in," Mark told me. "Then I'll call him once you get here," I told him and hung up. I raced around the house and got what I needed done and was naked when I heard the doorbell ring. I went to my window and looked down, I saw his cruiser in the driveway and opened my window. "Come on in, I'm up in my room Mark," I yelled down to him and hurried over to my bed. By the time the door to my room flew open, Mark stood there naked. He rushed to me and within seconds, he was buried balls deep in me. Our bodies heaved and thrust as we moved frantically toward a much needed release. Ten minutes after he entered me, he and I were shooting our cum, he in me and me, between our bodies. "Damn I hate having to rush like this," he said as I wiped away the results of our interlude. "I know, but a quickie is better than nothing," I said and then kissed him. I grabbed the phone and called dad, telling him that Mark had stopped by to tell us that the jury had reached a verdict and that he would bring me to court. Dad was happy that he did not have to drive out to the house and then back to court, and I was glad also for not having to lie again to him. "Do you think he knows about us," Mark asked me. "No, because you and I have not really been together enough for him to be suspicious," I said, feeling guilty for cheating on dad, after having sworn a vow of being monogamous to each other. "I will understand if you'd rather have a boyfriend your own age, Danny, rather than a guy that is thirty-two," he said as he finished dressing and I sighed, loving how handsome he looked in his uniform. "What, and give up and stud muffin like you," I said, stepping into his arms and kissing him. I knew that I should have told him about dad and I, but how do you tell a guy, especially a cop that you and your father are fucking? I mentally shrugged and followed Mark down the stairs, out the front door and to his cruiser. The ride to the court was quick, after all, he was a cop and we used the sirens and lights to get there in record time. When we arrived, dad was standing on the steps waiting for me with a broad smile on his face. He gave me a hug and shook hands with Mark, thanking him for picking me up. "It's going to be alright, Danny," he said assuredly, walking me inside with his arm around my shoulder. Once everyone was assembled inside, the court bailiff announced for us all to please stand and the judge entered the room. A few moments later the jury entered, followed by Gary. He gave me daggered looks and I ignored him, keeping my eyes forward or on the jury. "Has the jury reached a verdict," the judge asked. "We have your honor," the jury foreman announced. "Was it unanimous," he asked and again the foreman said it was. "We the jury find the defendant guilty of rape," he announced looking directly at a standing Gary. "We the jury also find the defendant guilty of second degree murder," he announced and then sat down. Gary looked at me and began a tirade. "I'll get you for this Baker... you fucking slut, don't ever stop looking over your shoulder because if you do, bam, your dead," he said as two officers dragged him from the court room. "Sentencing is set for June tenth, the jury is dismissed and thank you for doing your civic duty," he said, banging his gavel. "The court is adjourned." Dad hugged me, the DA hugged me and even Mark hugged me before we left the courtroom. "I want to buy us dinner, Mark will you join us," he asked. "I would love to, but wouldn't you rather it be just a father and son time," he asked, much to my disappointment. "Nonsense, you have been a big part of all this," dad said. "What about you Clark, can you join us," he asked the DA. "I'd love to, but the wife made plans and she would skin me alive if I didn't show up. But thank you and enjoy yourselves," he said with a firm handshake all around. Dad took us to our favorite Italian restaurant and we ordered about everything on the menu. I noticed that he was rather quiet during dinner and when it was over and we were enjoying our coffee and dessert, I decided to confront him as to why. "Ok dad, why so quiet," I asked. "Oh you noticed," he said, sitting down his coffee and clearing his throat. "I might as well get right to the point." "Please don't tell me that you are going away again," I said and he nodded his head. "I am son, and this time its to Japan for four months," he said looking down at his cup of coffee instead of me. "The worst part is that I can't take you with me," he added, looking up to see how I would take it. "What... and just what am I to do for four months?" "I was thinking of sending you back east to Aunt Clara's," and I nearly choked on my coffee. "Aunt Clara's... my God dad, she's eighty-seven, what the fuck... sorry what the hell am I going to do there," I asked. "If I may make a suggestion," Mark interrupted. "If you and Danny don't mind, he could stay with me, that is if you don't mind, David," he said. "I couldn't impose like that on you," dad said. "If it were an imposition, I wouldn't have offered," Mark further said, making sure not to sound too eager. "I have a large house out in the country, a nice dog to keep him company during the day while I am at work and I could use his help keeping up with the mowing if he wouldn't mind," he said looking at me. "I don't mind if you don't dad. It would be a hell of a lot better than with Aunt Clara." "Well then I guess it's settled, and I'll pay you for his food and whatever he needs while I am away," dad offered. "That won't be necessary, he'll be doing the mowing and I'm sure that he can cook... you can cook can't you," he asked, turning to look at me and I nodded. "Great, so let's call it even, he works off whatever it costs me for his keep, deal?" "It's a deal," dad said, shaking hands with Mark and my heart about jumped out of my mouth. I was thinking that Mark and I were about to have four months of unbridled sex and neither of us having to worry about being caught by dad or anyone else. "So when do you leave dad," I asked and he got quiet again. "Tomorrow morning at five, so if Mark doesn't mind, you'll be going home with him tonight," dad said. "Tonight... but dad, you and I..." I let it drop because I realized that Mark didn't know about dad and I. "Would you mind picking Danny up around nine," dad asked Mark. "That'll be fine, that way I can get the guest room ready for him," he lied, and I knew that he was lying because I would be sleeping with him and we both knew it. We finished up our dessert and coffee and said goodbye to Mark until later. Now it was dad's turn to be quiet as we drove home, and it bothered me that he was so quiet. "Why are you so quiet dad, is it because you and I are going to be apart," I asked. "Well that and that you didn't seem all that upset once you knew that you would be staying with Mark for the four months," he said and it was then that guilt really hit me. "Dad..." "Danny please listen to me, you are just sixteen and I know that there will be many times when you'll want to take other lovers into your bed. If Mark is the one, tell me, but don't lie to me." "I'm not lying to you dad," I said and he looked over at me as if he knew that I was at that very moment. "Son, I'm no fool and neither am I blind. I know when a man is in love, its in Mark's eyes when he looks at you and you at him," dad said and I wanted to cry, because I knew that I was hurting him. "You go and spend these next four months with Mark, and when I get home you let me know where we stand, you and me. If you want us to continue to be lovers, fine, but it's got to be totally monogamous for each of us unless we both agree to add a third. But if you want Mark as a lover, I'll step aside and let you move in with him," he added and I could see the tears in his eyes, this was killing him. "You knew didn't you dad, I mean before tonight," I asked and he looked at me and nodded. "But how?" I asked. "I found a pair of underwear that wasn't mine or yours in the living room. It had me baffled for the longest time until I saw the top of his underwear's waistband one day in court and it matched the one that I found." "Oh dad I'm so sorry for betraying your trust, but it just happened," I said. "Like it just happened that day in the courthouse bathroom," he asked and again I nodded in shame. "That was our first time and by complete accident. I did go in to use the bathroom and there was this glory hole in the stall that I was in. I was just sitting there when this man entered he one on the other side and put his finger through the hole. Well he did me and I ended up doing him and when we walked out it was Mark. I'm sorry dad, I should have told you but there was something that happened inside of me, inside my heart, and I was totally taken by him." By then we were home and it was dark. Dad pulled the car into the garage and lowered the door. "Like I said earlier Danny, take the next few months and get to know him. I mean really know the man and not just in bed. Know him as a man, what he likes to do, what makes him happy, displeases him and if you and him still want to be together when I get back, then I won't stand in your way," he said pulling me into his arms and kissing me. It was a bittersweet kiss, which said he would move heaven and hell earth for me, but would not fight another man if he made me happier than he did. "I love you Danny and I am in love with you. I know that I fought you when you first came to me and wanted us to be lovers, but you grew on me as a lover and yes, I still from time to time feel guilty about my lover being my son, but dammit sweetheart, I am so fucking in love with you that this is hurting me so damn much," he said as tears began rolling down his cheeks. "I told myself that I would not cry or make you feel guilty, because its your happiness that is most important to me, Danny," he added and I too was in tears as we clung to one another, tearing our clothes off each other and kissing as if this was our last kiss. We made love right there in front seat of the car and it had never been so good. We walked from the garage into house naked, with our clothes in our arms, where we showered and made love once again. We were standing at the door in the foyer when the doorbell rang. I had my bags packed and I could tell that dad was very emotional and holding back his tears, as was I. "I'm going to miss you dad, no matter what you may think about Mark and I," I said, running my fingers softly over is cheeks. The doorbell rang and it seemed that neither of us noticed. "Just remember what I said son and make sure you know what your heart wants before I come home," he said opening the door. "He's all yours Mark." Mark stood there looking at dad and then me; he had a rather confused look on his face, as if wondering what he had just walked in on. Mark took one of my two bags and dad placed a hand on his arm, stopping him before he could leave. "Be good to him, he's special, very special," dad said and gazed at him for a long moment, as if transferring some special knowledge to him, before he released him. "I promise I will David," he said, never once taking his eyes from dads. "I'll treat him as if he were my own," he said and dad turned his head away, and I saw the tear that Mark did not, run down his cheek. Dad hugged me tightly and whispered I love you in my ear. While Mark took my other bag to the car, dad kissed me a kiss that asked, not said, but asked me to never forget him but to please come back to him. As Mark and I drove away, I watched dad standing in the opened doorway waving. I couldn't help thinking that I was making one hell of a mistake as we drove off into the night. "Well baby boy, we have four months of us," Mark said, pulling me across the bench seat to sit next to him, with his muscled arm around me. "He knows Mark," I said, looking up at this beautiful man. "What...what does he know?" "About you and me, dad knows it all," I told him and he pulled over to the side and stopped. "You're kidding me right? Oh fuck, I'm going to prison," Mark swore and running his fingers through his hair. "You are not going to prison honey, he understands, and he's given me these next four months to determine if its you or him that I want," deciding that its now or never to tell him about dad and I. "What do you mean me or him?" "It's exactly what said, I have four months to decide if I want to spend the rest of my life in love with you or dad," I said again, but in a different way. "No... no way... are you telling me that you and your father are having sex together?" he asked looking at me and I nodded. "That's fucking sick, Danny, no father fucks his own son," he said, pushing me away. "And just how many cops fuck underage teens?" I asked, causing him to turn abruptly to look at me. "What we did is different, I'm not related to you," he said sarcastically. "So if you were to be arrested for sexually molesting me, it would be alright because we are not related?" "You little fucker... are you blackmailing me?" "No Mark, but don't you dare sit there in judgment of what dad and I have been doing when you are a dirty in the eyes of society and maybe God," I said. "Now take me home," I demanded, I'd rather stay alone for four months then spend one minute longer with you," I said. "If you even dare to whisper a word about what we..." "Listen Mark, what we did is over done, and what dad and I did is the same. I'll forget what you and I did if you'll forget what I told you about dad and I also, if not, then I'm going to the district attorney," in the morning," I told him. "Deal," Mark said bitterly, restarting the car and turning it around. We arrived back at my house five minutes later. He put my bags on the porch and before dad could even turn the front light on, Mark was gone forever from my life. I rang the doorbell, a couple minutes later the outside light came on, and then dad was standing there with a smile so broad on his face that I broke out crying, lunging into his outstretched arms. "By the way son, I quit my job while you were gone," he said, with me still in his arms. "Take me to bed, dad," I said and kicking the door closed with my foot. "David... it's David, Danny, no longer am I dad to you," he said as he lifted from floor and carried me upstairs to our room, our lips joined all the way until he gently laid me down on the bed. "Are you sure dad?" "I am very sure, Daniel," he said. "The David, make love to me," I said. "Tonight we officially become Mr. and Mr. David and Daniel Baker, husbands," dad said and I burst out crying, hugging him to me. If there was one thing that I learned tonight about dad, he never judged me. He let me have Mark even though it hurt him, and he knew that I would be back, because he probably saw the man for what he was even though I saw just the sex in him. Dad was a man of principle even though some of you reading this will be laughing, thinking how can a man that was committing incest be so, but he was. He always treated others as he wanted to be treated. I pride myself in taking after him. "I love you Danny," he whispered as he removed the last of my clothes. "I love you more... David," I said, remembering back to how using his given name had caused a heap of trouble for me. He took me into his arms, and I felt as if life and fire swept through me. He lifted my chin and I felt a fierce trembling in his limbs in mine. Then his mouth was on mine, the taste of his lips was achingly sweet. I reveled in the quivering length of him, from the infinite seduction of his mouth to the curved pressure of his body, so compellingly pressed to me own. I was slender; he was strong, his masculinity so vital and yet so tender. My lips parted to his, and the return of his touch was filled with an exotic invitation and quest. I returned his hunger, his passion, the length of his tongue hot, liquid, erotic, against his own. I felt unleashed. Dad's hand slid down the endless grace of my back, his fingers curved over the delicate sculpture of my face, teasing over the soft texture of my flesh, brushing over the back of my neck. I his fingers playing at my nape, molding my shoulders, seducing the nerve endings along my back as his thumb and forefinger found my chin and lifted my head, allowing his eyes to search mine and ask what had been left unsaid before. "Yes David, it is you that I want and no other, now and forever," I assured him. Dad kissed me, his heart soaring as his emotions finally were set free. I touched his face; as if I took in turn, needed more than what my eyes could take in, needed to feel, to know, the rising pulse between us giving answer to my unspoken question. "No more guilt Danny, I shall love you totally and without any shame," dad said with a smile that said that he meant it. He lifted me against him, and there was nothing soft, timid or weak about him, and yet my weight seemed like nothing to him as he turned and set me down on the bed. My hands were on him, each stroke of my fingers eliciting more than desire, more than hunger. I was anxious to feel every part of him as he was to feel every part of me. The agony was unbearable, the temptation greater, as he found my mouth again and drowned in the sweetness of it. We burned to ever greater heights with the wicked return of our desire. Dad's hands fell upon my flesh, stroked and teased me, as his lips found the length of me and lingered, aroused, burned, trailed to my waist, and then followed the down my hips. God my dad was a lover... a perfect lover, a man's man and he was mine. With every inch of his flesh, dad felt my slightest movement, the rise and fall of my chest with every breath I took, the ach of my hips against him, the brush of my fingers against him, tempting and taunting. My lips were against his shoulders, his collarbone, his throat... He moved against me, growing more heedless with urgency and desperation. My hands slipped between us, creating a ling of wanton flames down dad's chest, to his waist, back again, circling around him. He groaned, moved against me, lips, tongue, body, hands refamilarizing himself with my body. Then he found the heart of me, where the fire burned the hottest. His fingers teasing at first, then losing himself in the honeyed sweetness of desperate arousal and desire, his hands on my hips, my fingers digging into his shoulders as my body writhed wildly beneath his, words escaping me, sounds making no sense that did escape my mouth. And then we rolled and I rose above him, straddling him. The moon's light casting a seductive glow over the lithe grace and angelic beauty of his face. God he was handsome and he was mine, all mine. His eye were in the shadows, yet I could still see them and they were filled with both strength and vulnerability. I had never wanted anyone, never needed anyone so much as I needed and wanted my dad this very moment. I hovered for a split second of time; then dad caught my hips, drawing me down on him, thrust deeply into me at last. I felt the fierce rocking that ripped through us both, I couldn't stop touching him, hands finding his face again, his hands drawing me down as our mouths locked to his. We locked together in a maddening kiss, the wildfire of our bodies, one and not one, every movement goading dad higher. He rolled me beneath him and sank, drowned, and I died inside to his love and desire. God yes I would die for this man and he for me as our need for release grew... its power exploding through our bodies as if of volcanic force. Dad's climax shot through him with something far more than the usual pleasure and release. Sex, something so natural, a human need, an instinct, could be beautiful, motivated by love or simple lust and yet this was his son, a seed of his loins and it made his climax all the more powerful. My climax was dynamic, so fucking powerful that I clung to dad, afraid that I would vanish from earth, or simply disintegrate. I screamed and howled, I never had I had such an explosive and powerful climax. Our afterglow was just as powerful as we clung to one another, with me spooning against dad, and after several minutes, I was asleep, happily in dad's arms. *** Before I left for California, I knew that I had to say goodbye to Jeff. He had I had been the best of friends for so long and it would be hard for the two of us to do. "I was going to call you, Danny," Jeff said, opening the door and seeing me standing there. "Mom is off doing her volunteer work at the hospital and I was wondering if Daniele might come over," he said. "I need to talk to you about that, Jeff," I told him, following him upstairs to his bedroom. He stopped abruptly on the stairs, turned to look down at me and gave me a worried look. "What's wrong... please don't tell me that you and I can't be doing this anymore," he said. "We its something like that... lets go to your room and I'll explain it to you," I said. Once inside his room we sat together on his bed and he looked at me as if he had lost his best friend. I took a deep breath, knowing that this was going to be the hardest thing that I would ever have to do. "Dad got a new job and we are moving to California," I told him and then waited for reaction, which didn't come. He sat there for the longest time and said nothing, as if what I said had not registered with him. "Jeff, did you hear a single word that I said?" I asked. "No... you can't move Danny, you have been my best friend for like forever," he said, looking at me with tears welling up in his eyes. It was then that he took me into his arms and kissed me... me, Danny. I kissed him back, brushing his lips with my tongue and he opened his mouth to me, accepting my tongue into his mouth. "I love you Danny, I've always loved you," he said huskily. "I've loved you for the longest time Jeff, but never knew that you loved me, as me. I thought that you only wanted me as Daniele and not as the real me, as Danny," I said as my own tears began to flow. "Oh God don't you start crying too, because I can take a lot of people crying baby cakes, but you, you are the one person that hurts for me to see crying," he said, lowering his mouth and kissing me so tenderly that I could die right there and then and be happy. Jeff's presence and his arms around me held a sort of magic in them that seemed to drive away all fears of moving and even of the world around us. I didn't know if it was the fact that it was his accepting me for me, or if it was the sleek, lean muscled tautness of his body, the blue of his eyes, the huskiness of his voice, or even the essence of his soul, but I aroused him in a way that went beyond the sexual, beyond the instinctive rise of his sex in an animalistic reaction that was older than time. He had said that he loved me, and I had admitted that I loved him, something that neither of us had ever said before to each other. We had each touched the very core of the other. I had to be the look of mischief in my eyes, for I wanted one more time with Jeff before our plane left the following morning. I wanted to remember Jeff as loving me, Danny, and our last time together as that of two lovers sharing their last moments together making love. He slowly undressed me, and I him, he then led me to his bathroom where he turned on the water and we shared a long, languid shower. I didn't know if it was the beautifully muscled look of his body, the blue of his eyes; the tone of his voice, or even the essence of his soul, but he aroused me in a way that went beyond the sexual, beyond the instinctive rise of his sex in as animalistic sort of way. He looked so masculine, so sexual, with the steamy, hot water sluicing over his tanned skin, shoulders, chest, back and ass. It was the erotic feel of flesh against flesh as Jeff pressed me against him. It was finding his lips beneath the spray and exploring the recesses of his mouth, hotter then the water falling over us. It was touching me, touching him, and it empowered us to a greater height in our love. His hands were sliding down my naked flesh, caressing my chest, and then slipping between my thighs into an intimacy that took us to an even greater togetherness, that Daniele never could. I moved against him, the friction of my body was irresistibly erotic, and all so seductive, driving Jeff to an agony of excitement and arousal. My hands were on him then, kneading his muscles, my fingernails scraping teasingly over his skin. His lips broke away from mine, and he forced me back against the tiles, his mouth moving frenziedly against my flesh. We made love in the heated steam, with him lifted me as I wrapped my limbs around his waist in wicked splendor. The roar of the water pounded in our hearts and lungs like a tempest, and after we climaxed, Jeff fumbled for the faucets. We stumbled from the shower, still holding on to one another, as if afraid that if we let go, one or the other would disappear. He kissed me as he walked me backward to the bed, where we fell togther onto the mattress and began anew, devouring one another with hands, lips and tongues, taking our time. We wanted to savor each other's wet, clean and hot flesh, touching and tasting again and again, and reveling in the complete intimacy that we had found earlier with each other. He knew how to move, I knew how to seduce, but it was never calculated, never planned. It was just an instinctive part of our beautiful love and being that we shared. Even when I was beneath him or atop him, I was somehow rubbing against him, sliding along him with supple movements that aroused him all over again. I met his mouth with mine at just the right moment, showered his body with kisses, took his cock into my mouth and teased him until he was ready to explode. When he couldn't take it any more, he rolled me over beneath him, desire raging in his eyes, inside him again as I responded to his touch. He caressed my chest, nipples, abs, thighs, first with his hands and then with his mouth, until he possessed me, body and soul. I nearly exploded, when his tongue touched where his cock had been only minutes earlier, delving deep into me, fucking me until I was screaming, begging for his cock to take me, fill me. He sat up, and I could see the need, his need, it had changed his light blue eyes to a deep cobalt blue and as his mouth took mine in by storm, his cock sunk hard and deep into me once again. I arched upward each time that he thrust downward, needing every inch he could give me. Somewhere in time, we climaxed, we made love again and yet again, before it was time for me to go home. "No Danny, you can't go, just another hour," Jeff asked. "I can't Jeff, it is only putting off the inevitable," I told him with tear filled eyes. He too was crying as we held on to each other. We had known each other for so long and had been through so much together. Now we were about to end us and begin another time without an us in it and neither one of us wanted to. "You'll forget about me," Jeff said, slobbering like a two year old. "Never honey, but it will be you that will forget about me," I said and all he could do was shake his head. We got up, dressed and we kissed so hard, deep and long. Finally it was I that took him by the hand and led him downstairs. At the door, I turned to him and with us both crying profusely, I kissed him one last time before leaving. "I'll love you forever," he yelled out to me, as I walked away. "As I shall forever love you," I yelled back and turned the corner, of the block and also of this part of my life. Your comments are welcomed and looked forward to always at my email: josh_cooper1990@yahoo.com thanks guys. Some of this chapter has been so call colored up so that it would be more appealing for you readers. It happened but it wasn't as interesting as all this. I'm sure you enjoyed it as I wrote it and if you did not, I apologize. I still would like to hear from you guys that are reading it.