Date: Mon, 30 Mar 2020 02:42:36 -0400 From: Dennis McMillan Subject: Last Summer Before College, Part 2, Gay Incest Reese spent the next week in a daze so thick that people started to notice. He was at Cody's end-of-school house party playing a Mario Kart drinking game when the conversation he'd had with his dad started replaying in his mind. "In case you wanted to experiment," he'd said. "Anything you want," he'd said. Before he knew it, his drinking game teammates were screaming at him for driving his kart into a wall. It was worse at home, with his mother saying a record three earth-to-Reese's in a single dinner; he kept trancing out while staring at his mashed potatoes, trying not to stare at his father. His dad, on the other hand, seemed totally fine, totally chill about everything. He was definitely a little more touchy than usual, but not in a sexual way. A lot more side-shoulder hugs and hair tousles, a lot more arm punches to punctuate little jokes and jabs. Each one sent lightning through Reese's whole body, but his dad seemed completely unfazed by the contact. Anyone watching would've chalked it up to a little extra affection brought on by Reese graduating, Reese moving out in three months. For all Reese knew, that was exactly what it was. But also: His father was attracted to him. No, that wasn't what he'd said. He said he thought about Reese. In the same way Reese thought about him. But Reese thought about him constantly, especially now, and had done for at least the last two years. He had been into incest for even longer, since stumbling onto Nifty while searching for porn at thirteen, but at first it was just a fantasy. Something to make Tumblr posts about other people doing. He questioned occasionally whether he was into his own family, but the closest he came was thinking his douchey cousin Michael was kind of hot. His own father was handsome, or so everyone always said, but Reese only saw him as the guy trying to control Reese's life. He'd had one little grade slip sophomore year and his dad had threatened to pull him off the wrestling team. They had fought constantly after that about any little thing, and it looked by all accounts like that was how things were going to stay. In the midst of that turmoil, Reese had gone snooping in his parents' room for the phone his dad had confiscated after a blowup about texting at dinner. He didn't find the phone, but he did find a box of old Polaroids. And suddenly he didn't want to fight with his dad anymore. "Reese, are you kidding me??" He'd been tracing the title letters on the cover of some book when his mom's voice cut through the fog. "Sorry, what?" "What's gotten into you this week? You finish school and decide that's enough thinking for one life?" She laughed good-naturedly as she spoke, sidling up to her son and giving him a smooch on the forehead. "We've been asking you the same question for two minutes, monkey, and you haven't so much as blinked. Your dad wants to know if you wanna go to the gym with him." "I-- The gym?" His dad laughed from the kitchen. Reese turned to see him in his workout gear, filling up a water bottle. "Yeah, you heard of it? Come on, meathead, it'll be good for you. Gotta work off this last week of party weight." Under normal circumstances, Reese would've quipped back with something about how he wasn't the one who needed to be watching his figure, but seeing his dad there in basketball shorts and a tight red Under Armour t-shirt, the most he could manage was, "Sure." They were in the car for a good five minutes before either of them spoke. "So you shaved the goatee," Reese's dad remarked, some classic dad rock playing on the radio in the background. His dad was the only person he knew that still listened to the radio in the car. "Um, yeah..." Reese responded, his mouth bone dry. "I, uh... Someone told me it was dorky." "Hey, I said dorky and manly!" "Think those are kind of oxymorons." "You're kind of an oxymoron," his dad said, playfully shoving Reese's head towards the passenger side window. "You been kinda out in space since, uh... Since the party." "Yeah, uh, you know. Lots to... Lots to think about." "Of course, yeah. Well. Just don't think too hard, okay? I don't want you zoning out and missing your whole summer." They pulled into the gym's parking lot, his dad finding a spot near the back like he always did. "For sure, yeah. Sorry." "Don't be sorry." His dad pulled out the car keys, silencing the radio. He reached over and put a reassuring hand on Reese's bare knee. "Just have fun, you know? I don't want you worrying about anything." "I'm not, um... yeah. Okay." "Okay. Now let's get out so I can show your wrestler butt what a real workout looks like." And without waiting for a response, his dad exited the vehicle. Reese followed after taking a moment to tuck his raging hard on into the waistband of his shorts. *** They mostly ignored each other in the gym, which Reese thought of as a blessing. He had a full workout to get through, and he didn't know if he could do it with his dad watching him. His dad was more of a cardio guy, though, so they were separated by a wall for most of their respective workouts. Once his dad was out of sight and his dick had calmed down, Reese was able to get lost in the training. "What the fuck are you doing here, dude?? You graduated already!" The voice was husky and teasing. Reese looked up from the bottom of his third set of squats to see Cody from school in the mirror. "You know me, dude, gotta keep it tight," Reese joked as he racked the bar. Turning around, the two friends caught each other in one of those traditional bro handshakes that used to intimidate Reese. He always bungled them as a kid when his older cousins would try to initiate, but now they came as naturally to him as breathing. "I thought you were getting out of the game, Hutton! What's the point if you're gonna keep killing yourself in here?" It was true: Reese hadn't chosen to continue wrestling in college. He wasn't sure if he'd have been able to, even if he'd wanted. The sport had been less about competition for Reese than something to force him out of his shell-- something to shed his remaining baby fat and hopefully transform him into `one of the guys.' It had more than succeeded: Reese unexpectedly loved working out, and he'd gone from a quiet middle schooler to a full-on high school jock. Once he'd realized, though, that he could fit in with the cool guys (and the cool girls, who had tried with varying success to catch his attention), he had found the prospect of remaining in their world surprisingly uninteresting. When one or two college recruiters tentatively reached out, he found himself letting their emails go unanswered. He kept his training up enough to stay a part of the team, but there was something appealing about being only himself once college started. Whatever choice he'd made, though, he certainly wasn't going to stop working out. "You think I'm gonna lose these bad boys `cause I'm sick of rolling around on the floor with you?" Reese pulled up his shirt as he spoke, showing off the sculpted six pack he'd cultivated his senior year. It was a joke amongst the wrestlers to show off their gains and definition, but it was also very much not a joke. "Fuck you, dude! You're just a show pony now," laughed Cody, both amused and also clearly a little jealous. "You fuckin' know it, baby," Reese shot back. "Can't help it when I got all this to show!" Reese turned around and popped his well-defined ass out so it strained against his workout shorts, then attempted a suburban high school grad's best impression of a twerk. Cody could barely contain his laughter as he slid up behind Reese and pantomimed grinding on him in a club. "Oooh, that's it, Hutton! Back that ass up!" The words would've been hot if there was any doubt Cody was straight. Reese played along, but the thought occurred to him that in college he'd never have to act like this again. Or at least he'd never have to pretend like he was only joking when he did it. Just as he thought this, Reese glanced up at the mirror and saw his dad watching him from up against the back wall. He launched himself away from his friend and felt a blush burn its way across his face. "You boys having fun?" asked his dad. Even without looking, Reese could hear the smirk. "Oh hey, Mr. H," said Cody in a perfect deadpan. "Your boy here was just showing me a good time." "Well, thanks for keeping him off the streets for me. Reese, buddy, I'm just about done. You ready to head home?" "Yes, Dad," said Reese through gritted teeth. He hated when his dad caught a glimpse of him in bro mode. "Alright! I'm gonna go hit the head. You boys finish up in here and I'll meet you at the car." Reese nodded, and Cody burst into hyena laughter the second his dad was out of earshot. "I'm sorry, dude!" he said between gasps for breath. "I guess now your dad knows about your side hustle!" "Shut up already," Reese grumbled as he re-racked the weights from the squat bar. "Oh jeez, was that not the correct terminology? Your sex work, sorry, my bad." "You're such a loser," Reese said, grabbing his water bottle and heading out. "Hey, wait up! You're coming to the bonfire on Thursday, right? Kelly's been asking me to ask you." "Uh, yeah, probably." "You gonna tap that?" "Dude, shut up, you're seriously so gross." "You know you love it!" laughed Cody as he ran off toward the locker rooms. As he went, it occurred to Reese that he might've dropped the ball by not following Cody and his dad in there; maybe that was why his dad had asked to work out together, so they could shower in the bathroom afterwards. But they never did that even when they did come here together. Home was ten minutes away at most and had way fewer naked old dudes. As if in agreement, his dad emerged from the locker rooms unwashed, and the two of them headed for the car. Reese couldn't help feeling like he'd missed an opportunity. It was almost one in the afternoon, now, and the car had been baking. They turned on the AC and let it blow for a little bit. His dad let out a huge and satisfied moan as he reclined the driver's seat all the way back. "Let's just sit here for a second and chill. Okay, bud?" "Sure, no problem." And then, "Sorry about Cody back there, Dad." "What are you apologizing for? Believe you me, I know all about male bonding rituals. I mean, Jesus, you've seen the picture." "I, uh-- Right. Wow. Yeah, sorry, I-- I guess you're right." The reference to the Polaroid hit Reese like a freight train, regardless of how casually his dad had made it. He wished he could be cool about this. He wished he could wake the fuck up and realize his ultimate fantasy was finally on offer, but every time he tried, every time he thought he could act on it, his brain completely turned to mush. He looked over and saw his dad still comfortably reclined and peering at him out of his open right eye. "Is this too weird? This is too weird for you, huh." "No! It's--" Reese pressed his frustrated forehead against the dashboard. "I just..." He took a deep, centering breath like Coach always talked about. Then he sat back up in his chair. "Can I... Can I just ask you some questions?" "Always! Please, bud, fire away!" "Okay." He took another breath, then slowly turned to face his dad. "So are you like... Do you like guys or something?" His dad propped his reclining form up on two elbows and thought. "I mean... I guess I do? Things were pretty wild back in college. Like we just used to jerk off with each other in the frat, that wasn't-- I mean, I guess a couple guys thought that was weird and abstained, but for the rest of us, that was just natural! And there were definitely a couple times with a few specific guys where things went a little further--" "Like how far?" "Jesus, are we really gonna-- No, that's fine. You're right. Um, yeah, I guess there was one year where a couple of the pledges who lost this cleaning competition had to suck our dicks a little bit--" "Really??" "Yeah, we made our dicks up to look like hotdogs, it was supposed to be embarrassing. That was just once, though. Other than that, it was mainly this roommate I had senior year, I think his name was Rudy. We would..." His dad trailed off, looking away and rubbing his neck. When he turned back, he had on that bashful yet proud expression that was becoming familiar. "He and I would... I guess we would occasionally suck each other off if neither of us got lucky." "You would-- Oh, wow." "Yeah. It was more of a transactional kind of thing, you know? Like we both knew it would feel better than jerking off. And also it was kind of hot how it felt sort of... dirty, I guess. Sort of wrong. Anyway. It only happened a few times before he moved out. And then I met your mother." "Does she--" "Yeah, she knows. She acts like all the frat stuff was sooo stupid, but she totally thinks it's hot." "It is hot." "Yeah?" His dad locked eyes with him, and his heart instantly started beating double time. It felt like they were back in his room at the grad party, like anything could happen. "Well, what about you?" his dad continued when Reese failed to respond. "You never mentioned any predisposition for the menfolk. And you always had that Kelly girl up in your room last summer--" "Yeah, that-- That was--" "We always assumed the creaking spring noises weren't you two jumping on the mattress--" "Yeah, I-- No, yeah, we, we definitely fucked." "Okay, so then--" "That was more kind of, experimental. I mean, I definitely like girls as, as like a concept. I like kissing them, I liked sex... With Kelly..." "But?" "I mean... You read the blog. I had a way bigger hard on for my teammates than their girlfriends. And my teammates' dads." "Cody?" "No, he's super straight. I mean, I'd get down on my knees and blow him in two seconds, but he's such a tool that it's like, why even--" Reese froze, suddenly remembering who he was talking to and almost swallowing his tongue. For a moment, though, it had started to feel really good saying all of this out loud. "So have you ever, you know... Gotten down on your knees? With any of the other guys on the team?" "I made out with Bannerman at a party on a dare, but that's, uh... That's pretty much it. And one time me and Devon fucked Kelly at the same time." "Wow. Lucky Kelly." "Okay, but... So you're kind of bi. Or you were back in college. But only when the situation called for it." "Yep." "So then, what made you... What turns you on about..." "You?" Reese hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Well... I guess on the one hand, seeing you bulk up and make friends... Hearing the squeaky spring noises when Kelly was over--" " I swear we tried to be quiet--" "Whatever, it's so not a big deal. We were always cool with you being active. But yeah, seeing you kinda blossom like that... There was this sense of pride that was already in itself a little like being turned on..." "Uh huh..." "And then when I caught you at the computer, and especially after that when I read the blog, I just... It was so crazy. Like, not to make you feel bad in any way, shape or form, but it was crazy! My stud son was fucking his girlfriend all summer, not to mention biting my head off at the drop of a hat, and at the same time he's thinking of me, writing about me..." "Ugh, God." "Just listen for a second. I started... I mean, I started thinking about it all the time! Were you thinking about me when you were with Kelly? Were you thinking of me when you jerked off in bed? Were you looking at me when I mowed the lawn? When I came out of the shower? I couldn't STOP thinking about it! At first I thought it was concern, but... I dunno. It didn't really seem like that after a while. And then I found your Tumblr again online--" "Really?" "Yeah. And I followed it, and I would see all your dad/son pictures, and I knew EXACTLY when you were thinking of me from your posts, and I guess I started... I started liking it. A lot. And it seemed like, Hey, if me and my son are both feeling this way, if we're both jerking off to the same blog posts, why shouldn't--" He stopped himself before donning an expression that looked like he regretted picking truth in Truth or Dare. "You wanna know something embarrassing? I only started going to the gym once I started thinking about you." "Really??" "Yeah. Pretty lame, huh?" "Pretty sexy." His dad locked eyes with him again, and this time Reese did not feel weightless. His heart was fast, but not out of control; his breath was deliberate and even. "You think so?" "I do." "Wow, that's... That's so awesome to hear. That's amazing to hear you say that." "Can I try something?" "Absolutely. Wait, here? We're kind of, uh, we're kind of exposed, buddy--" "Oh, right. Sorry. No, I mean, it's not that big of a thing--" "Really?" "Yeah." "Okay, do it." Now his dad seemed like the weightless one, the one with lightning shooting through his limbs. He sat up in wide-eyed anticipation as Reese unbuckled his seat belt and slowly began to lean in. Reese had wanted to do this to so many guys over the years, but none so much as his father. Moving closer, he delicately grabbed his dad's arm and lifted it up towards the sunroof. "What are you--" his dad started to say, and then just as quickly fell silent. With barely a thought, Reese nuzzled in under his dad's arm and breathed in as deep as he could. "Oh wow, you're-- Wow. Yeah, go ahead, buddy. That's great. You're doing great." Reese felt almost high, drinking in the scent of his father's sweat right after a workout. He had smelled this scent a hundred times from his dad's shirts and underwear that he found in the hamper, but none of those could compare to how rich and real the smell was up close like this. He kept taking it in and nuzzling closer, trying to drink up even more of it. He wanted to remove the shirt or go in through the sleeve, but he was still a little too nervous to ask. Instead, he looked up at his dad and said the first thing he could think of: "You smell so fucking good." His dad chuckled a little bit, bewildered but more turned on than he had ever been in his life. "Thank you, buddy. I'm, uh... I'm glad you like it." "Can I, um... Can I try something else?" His dad hesitated, staring straight into Reese's eyes, before slowly and silently nodding yes. Reese pulled back and looked down at his dad's lap, where a comically obvious tent had arisen in his Under Armour. He gently pushed his dad's knees apart, leaned down, and breathed in again. Again the scent hit him in a rush, but this was different. Better. There was a muskiness to it that was more than just sweat. And he could feel the warmth and hardness of his dad's package against his face, and lower down he nuzzled up against the soft shape of his balls. Reese heard his father's breathing growing heavier and heavier; he felt he should pull back, but he couldn't help himself. Pressing his face into his dad's perfect balls, Reese let himself take a lick. Suddenly he felt his father's hand on the back of his head, and he was certain he was about to be pulled off. But instead, the hand just ran itself tenderly, more tenderly than felt possible, through Reese's hair. "That's it, baby," his dad cooed, so softly Reese could barely hear it. "That's it, baby boy. You do whatever you want." And that was all it took: Reese jerked up involuntarily-- It was like someone had set a cherry bomb off in his head. An instant later, he felt his cock explode in his shorts without him even touching it. He heard someone moaning in this stop-and-go way, and it legitimately took him a second or two to realize he was doing it. He could barely move; his whole body was one giant nerve ending. He buckled over into his father's lap again, entirely spent. "Holy fuck, buddy, that was-- Did you just come??" Unable to muster words, Reese just nodded his head against his father's bulge. Then, muffled by the fabric of the Under Armour: "I'm really really sorry." His father burst out laughing before running a comforting hand down his son's back. "That is so fine, little man. That is so much more than fine. I can't even--" Unable to find the words, he leaned down and kissed the top of Reese's shaggy head. Reese dragged himself up and fully back into his seat, taking a moment to recover before looking cautiously to his left. "That was..." he began. "Fucking insane, yeah," his dad finished. "But it was... Good insane." "I would say so. Absolutely." Reese glanced downward at his dad's erection, just barely starting to deflate. "Should I--" "No, that's okay. I think this was more than enough to start." "Okay." Reese turned away and looked out the front window. He felt bad. He felt embarrassed. He felt weightless again. But as if reading his thoughts, he felt his dad's hand reach over and caress the back of his head. "Hey. Buddy. This was good. This was really good." Reese nodded and gave his dad a nervous little smile. They drove home in silence, but it was a good silence. That night, in bed, Reese jerked off three times.