Date: Mon, 20 Feb 2023 20:01:01 +0000 From: hugdan0 Subject: My son has a boyfriend - Gay - Incest You must be 18 to read this story. If you like it please feel free to send an email. This is not based on actual events or real people. Is good to support all creators and the spaces created for them to share their work, consider donating to nifty if you have enjoyed numerous hours of kinky fun. https://donate.nifty.org/ My son has a boyfriend. There are certain things a father should not know. I know it sounds awful, and I might seem like a lousy parent, a father should be aware of everything concerning his sons. But believe me, back then, I wish I had never found out. I have two sons, Jeremy is 18, recently graduated from highschool, he decided no to go to college right away even though I insisted. I had been working my ass off for it, but he didn't want to leave home yet. He decided to start working and save some extra to not feel pressured. And Tim is 16, he is still in highschool. I was always proud of how close they were, and how they looked after each other, especially Jeremy, who is the oldest and has always been very protective towards his younger brother. Their mother is not in the picture, she left when Tim was a few months old. Married life wasn't for her, or so was what she wrote on the note she left. I would like to blame postpartum depression, but I'm not sure if that was the case. I also blame the timing, I mean, we were young, there were still things we needed to do as a young couple in love, but she got pregnant immediately after we moved in together. Or maybe we werent meant for each other, and it's true what they say - whoever the fuck "they" are - "you shouldn't marry your favorite stripper". Being suddenly a single father puts too much pressure on you. I have always been hard working and that's what I did, work to support my two boys. Maybe I was more worried about the unpredictable future than in the present that I neglected that part of parenthood, I spent too much time working, as much as I could instead of spending more time with Tim and Jeremy. They grew up pretty well, and as I already mentioned, they always took care of each other while I wasn't there. When they were old enough - around 12 and 10 - to stay alone at home, they were very careful and responsible. They played together, they shared a room, they split their ice cream if somehow they threw theirs by accident, they were like best friends. And that's why I was in shock and it was so difficult for me to accept. I was at the office, there had to be an accident for me to go home early. Some kind of gas leak or fumes of some sort in the building made us all go back home that day. I was glad that I would get paid full even though I would go home early, I was thinking I could get home, grab a beer and watch the tv while waiting for Jeremy and Tim to do something fun with them. But things turned out to be way more different than I expected. I got to the apartment complex and walked up to the second floor, I unlocked the door and opened it. The small living room was deserted and so was the kitchen. I walked past the bathroom door and then there was my son's bedroom door slightly open, I peaked but noone was there. Then why was I hearing those strange noises? Could they be from the next apartment? So I kept walking silently to my room. I came up with a million things in my head, but I wasn't prepared for what I encountered. I slowly opened the door and my eyes opened wide. Jeremy, my oldest son, was naked on the bed. His brother Tim, was on top of him with his legs spread out, I could see his young lean back, his white smooth butt separated by his brother's hands and Jeremy's dick going in and out of him. Tim was moaning, sounds of pleasure I have never heard from him. Jeremy was grunting, his hips trying to lift my teen son to bury his manhood even deeper. I was in complete shock. I couldn't say anything, I thought about leaving, doing as if I didn't see anything, but it was going to be impossible, I wouldn't be able to erase that image off my head. And I needed answers, but I was frozen. "Oh yes! I'm close!" Jeremy said. "Uh-huh! Cum inside me...!" said Tim , then tried to muffle his moans by biting his lower lip. And that was too much for me. "What the fuck is going on in here!" I pushed Tim, he rolled on the bed and off to the floor. Then Jeremy stood up immediately on the bed, his dick still fully erect wobbling around almost in my face. "Dad! Dad!", "No!", "Let us explain!", "Listen!" they started saying. Then I was grabbing Jeremy by the neck. "Why were you doing that to your brother!" I was mad. Tim rushed towards us trying to make me let go Jeremy. Everything is blurry now, I don't know exactly how things went from then on, there was some pushing, luckily for us there weren't any punches. I was sitting on the living room couch with my head between my legs. One of my boys approached with a glass of water, I looked up, it was Tim, he was wearing only boxers, I was going to give a sip when the memory of him riding his brother came back again. I felt sick. I got up and rushed to the bathroom and threw up. I washed my mouth and my face, I looked at myself in the mirror, the reflection wished not to be in my shoes. I got out, Tim was there, "Dad... we need to talk with you...". Perhaps because he is the youngest and I have always had considerations with him he was the one talking. I walked to sit on the couch, I saw Jeremy in the kitchen, at a safe distance, he was wearing loose shorts and a sleeveless shirt, he was rubbing his neck, maybe he was afraid I was going to go after him - very wise of him. Not that he had more to blame but... he was defyling his younger brother for fucks sake! I stood up angry again, but Tim put his hands on my chest and pushed me to sit down. I looked at him and pushed his hands away. "Dad..." I stayed silent, "Dad", said Tim a second time, putting a chair right in front of me and sat. I watched him do that, still in his boxers, his lean 16 year old body right in front of me, toned, pale and completely smooth. His hair is light brown and wavy. I looked into his green eyes, the same as his mother's, he wasn't blinking waiting for any reaction. I sighed. "Why...?", was the only thing I could say. And there was a moment of silence. Tim looked at his brother, still at a safe distance rubbing one of his arms, he looked dismayed, "Dad... Jeremy and I... H-he - and I... We..." he cleared his throat, now I understand it was difficult for him too, then he splurted out, "Jeremy and I are boyfriends, dad..." I waited a second for him to say something else, he didn't. I chuckled, confused "What are you talking about? Boyfriends?" "Yes dad" "But you are brothers" I said sharply. "Yes, but we are also boyfriends" "H-How... how did that... How does that make any sense? W-what did I do wrong?" "Nothing dad!" exclaimed the youngest, "You are a wonderful dad!" he looked at his brother, Jeremy nodded enthusiastically agreeing, still afraid "It had nothing to do with you! ... Well..." he interrupted himself. "What?" I asked. "No dad, you didn't do anything wrong, you raised us well, we couldn't ask for a better father, but the circumstances... the circumstances brought us together" "What do you mean?" I was more confused. "Well... you raised us alone" "Is that my fault!?" I asked angrily. "No dad! Listen to Timmy!" Jeremy cut in for the first time, somehow the way he referred to his younger brother made me shiver. "You raised us by yourself, growing up you were always working. Then there were no more babysitters..." "I had to save money" "Yes, we know. We spent everyday together after school, you didn't let us go out while you weren't here" "It was dangerous! I had to be cautious" "Yes! But what did you expect? Two boys all day together in a small apartment, going through puberty... sharing a bedroom" "You are older than him" I said angrily, then I stood up and marched towards him. Jeremy stepped back cautiously, "What did you tell him? Did you force him?" "No dad!" Said Jeremy outraged "I would never!" "He was a kid!" I shouted walking towards him. My oldest son laid back on the kitchen counter, he put his hands blocking the drawers in case I wanted to look for a knife or something else. "Did you... did you... groomed him?". "He was a kid too, dad!" Tim intervened. Jeremy started to cry. "I should call the police" I was talking out of anger "You are eighteen... and your brother is still sixteen.." "No dad! Please!" Jeremy pleaded. "Dad! Please! Listen to me!" Tim stepped between me and his older brother. "If you call the cops, we will leave you...". "You would never..." "Test me" "You wouldn't do that... the same as..." "Mom", he said sharply, and I stepped back, turning around, getting away from them. "I-I need to get out of here..." I stormed out of the apartment. I went to the rooftop of the five story apartment building, I had nowhere to go, I couldn't think of anything to do. The images of my two sons fucking were haunting me. I sat on the rooftop with my back against the wall where the door to the stairs was. I couldn't stop thinking about it, how is it that two brothers engage in such... how do they come up with the idea that doing it was appropriate. I felt ashamed. Ashamed of myself, I should have been there to guide them, tell them that it was wrong. That they are brothers and should love each other, but not in that way! Suddenly it hit me, I was blaming Jeremy, I threatened to call the police on him, what kind of dad does that? Parents all around the world had covered worse for their sons. I always blame the parents on those tv shows where they present the life of a serial killer. I wonder why they didn't see it coming? I wasn't comparing my sons to criminals, but the idea of being oblivious all this time to what was happening under my roof disturbed me. I wish I could say all this was taught in a matter of minutes. But it took me hours. I decided to go back to the apartment and face it. I opened the door and heard "Does it hurt? Let me see..." I looked to where the sound came, my two sons were in the kitchen, Tim was trying to check on his brother's neck. They looked at me attentively, I stood silently for a second or two and then said "Can we talk?" they nodded. I grabbed a beer and headed to the living room, I sat on the couch. My two sons put two chairs from the dining table and sat in front of me, they were both clothed by then. "How?" I asked, shrugging my shoulders, not knowing how to start that awkward conversation. "Dad... it just happened" it was time for Jeremy to talk, I could see my hand marked in red on his neck. I wanted to say I was sorry for that, but the anger came back every time I thought of what I saw "We were together and" "I already know that" I interrupted "Since when do you... for how long?" "For how long have we been...boyf..." Jeremy was as eloquent as I was, he has always been more like me, maybe that's why I was more surprised by his actions. "How long have we been fucking? Dad?" asked Tim, my little Tim, as direct as always. That word - fucking - coming out of his mouth made me shiver. I nodded. "Since when has this been happening?" "Well dad" continued Jeremy "I guess... about a year now..." he hesitated a bit, and looked at his brother, not that he was watching his words, I believe he genuinely didn't remember, so like me if you have asked me on a date. "It was on Jeremy's 17th birthday" said Tim immediately. "A year!" I said surprised, overwhelmed about having passed that much time and havent noticed a thing "On your birthday?" I looked at Jeremy, "Do you...?" "No dad!" Tim responded "He did not force me... I wanted to. Actually I was the one that pushed Jeremy to do it. He didn't want to, he said he wanted it to be special..." My youngest son looked at his brother and smiled, I wasn't having it. "It was special enough for me..." "Knock it off!" I begged, "This is... this is not right... you... you let your younger brother seduce you?" "No dad! It wasn't like that" said Jeremy, "We were boyfriends long before" "How long...?" "Two? Two years?" Asked Jeremy turning to look at his brother. "It will be two years in a month, on thanksgiving" said Tim "We don't have a date-date, like a number". "Yeah, we chose the holiday instead of an actual day, thought it was going to be more special" they were grinning at each other, then their smiles faded away when they turned to look at me. "Thanksgiving? We spend Thanksgiving at your grandparents every year..." "Yes dad, we were at their house, you remember that Thanksgiving when cousin Jackie brought her boyfriend from college, they were smooching and touching each other all the time, and Grandma and grandpa let them sleep together in the guestroom?" said Jeremy. Then Tim added "You know we always stay in the attic room, we have always liked it there, because none of the other kids want to sleep there, well, we were in bed and I said to Jeremy if all it was needed to sleep in the guestroom was to be boyfriends and spend all day kissing we should have had that room a long time ago" "I told him it wouldn't be possible because we weren't boyfriends" "And i told him because he hadn't asked" "So I... asked" "Long... time... ago...?" was the only thing I could get from that. "Dad.." Tim sighed "You need to listen all to understand" "Well I'm sorry If I can't understand this! I just ran into my two sons... I can't even say it! And then you tell me you have been doing it for a year! And that you have been boy... boyfriends for two! How the fuck am I suppose to be ok knowing that something had been happening before that... For fucks sake Tim! You were 14 two years ago! Fourteen! Jeremy!" I looked at my oldest son "How old was he when you started doing... stuff..." "I think he might have been 11" said Jeremy. "For the love of god! A kid!" "And so was he! Dad! Jeremy is only two years older than me!" "I got into our room and he was looking at a magazine, he tried to hide it, but I made him show me" "It was a porn magazine" "I asked where he got it, Timmy said that he found it in your room.." "Yes dad, I found it in one of your drawers looking for something..." "He was curious about it and so was I, I was older and hadn't seen one of those magazines before, you had our computer blocked to look for porn like all boys our age" "Now it's me to blame for having porn in my drawers?" "No dad" said Tim. "It became our secret, sneaking into your room and getting a magazine, a new one once in a while... we were horny boys that liked what they saw, eventually things escalated..." "How?" I had to ask. "Boys learn to masturbate, dad" Said Jeremy "At first I was doing it in the bathroom, but at 13 once wasn't enough so I started jerking off whenever I could. Timmy and I have shared a room since always, and we slept in a bunk bed, eventually he asked what I was doing" "I had already heard from other boys about how they played with their dicks, I just didn't quite understand, until Jeremy showed... told me" "We started jerking off side by side watching the magazine, but because we slept in bunk beds we started doing it in your bed dad..." Jeremy looked at me as if telling me that they masturbated in my bed was a big deal. I just watched them fucking there! "But then the magazines were gone" Tim cuts in, "By the time, uhm, you got that new phone dad, remember?" "Yeah, we guessed that you had discovered internet porn..." they both chuckled but I wasn't a bit entertained by that, "Uhm... yeah... so... we kept doing it anyway..." "Yes, and while we were doing it, I asked Jeremy if he remembered things we saw from the magazine" "You know dad, how Timmy nevers shuts up, watching a movie, playing video games... well, not even when he is jacking off..." "Shut up Jeremy" Tim said. I was silent, listening to everything, "Then there was no point in doing it in your bedroom dad, so we started doing it, uhm, everywhere. Our bedroom..." "The living room", as my oldest son said it, I looked at the very seat I was on thinking my two sons had been there doing... things... "In the bathroom, in the shower to be more precise" said Tim "then showering together led to start jerking off each other" "You sound like you weren't even careful, why didn't I see this?" I was shocked by my ignorance. "You did dad..." they told me in a serious tone. "What?! There's no way, I would never..." "Dad, many times you got from work and caught us getting out of the bathroom dripping wet with only towels" "Or even naked in our room..." "I thought you were taking showers separately! I didn't see anything wrong! I thought one of you showered before and was just brushing your teeth or something! And being naked in your room, well, you are boys! You go around naked in the locker room too, I thought it was just natural, feeling comfortable with each other, I've been naked in the house too!" "Dad... we asked you to change our bed for a full instead of the bunkbeds..." stated Tim. I remained silent for a moment not knowing what to say, or well, letting it sink in. "I thought you had outgrown the bunk beds, I didnt... I didnt think... I assumed you wanted the space, more room for a desk and other stuff. "Dad, we asked you for a bed so we could sleep together" "Many brothers do that..." I was lying to myself even I knew the truth, "Cuddle?" "You were always protective of your brother..." "Naked..." "I never got you to keep your pajamas on, not since you were a kid, always taking it off in the middle of the night, I thought..." I thought... I thought... What a lame excuse for not having paid attention to my sons. I could still go on and on about our chat, about everything I believed was ok but I was making it more possible for my boys to become a couple. I didn't agree with anything they told me. But what could I do? Throw them away? Disowned them? I'm not such a horrible parent. I did what any prudish father - scared of what people would say about his kids - would do. I kept it to myself. I wasn't happy... but I guess my boys had been making each other happy for a long time. I told them "Fine!" and went to my room the rest of that day. Days went by uneventfully, I went to work and came back home, Tim was mostly always there as he was still studying highschool, and Jeremy depending on his shift at work he would be or not. The times I got home and they were there they would be watching tv. Jeremy would be with his arm around his brother, or sometimes Tim would be resting his head on his older brother's lap. There were times when I caught them being too touchy, I would frown upon it and they would argue that they were just tickling each other. I couldn't get off my head that when I wasn't there something awful would be happening, awful at least for me, imagining my two sons being intimate. As I somehow accepted the situation, they began to be more open, hugging, holding hands, and calling each other babe. Then they would say goodbye with a smooch. One morning I was preparing coffee, when Jeremy got out of his room and went to pee. He walked to the kitchen and grabbed a cup for himself. Most days were pretty normal, sometimes I even forget what's going on between them, but not that day, oh no. I yawned, still feeling tired. "Rough night dad?" asked my oldest son. I was going to keep it to myself but couldn't. "I couldn't sleep" I said, pouring some coffee into our cups. "There was too much noise last night..." "Ow..." "Yeah..." "Sorry..." What else could I say? Oh yes, there were a few things. "Jeremy" "Yes?" "Do you... Do you guys wear condoms?" "Oh, that... uhm... why would we? We are monogamous dad, we don't fool around with others" said Jeremy. "Dad's afraid that you would get me pregnant" said Tim, joining the conversation. "That isn't funny Tim..." i said "Jeremy thinks it's funny, right babe?", Tim walked to his brother and hugged him, then took his brother's cup and sipped his coffee. "Stop that..." "What?" "This thing you do..." "Be a loving boyfriend?" asked Tim frowning. "He is your brother" "And my boyfriend" "Please, stop it Timmy..." whispered my oldest son, always more prudent "No dad, we don't use condoms" "Would you consider using them? If I bring some and leave them in the bathroom?" I asked, looking at both of them, Jeremy attentively, but Tim was a bit annoyed. "Just to be sure, think of it as hygiene" "You've been very supportive to us dad. If that makes you hap... more comfortable I will" "Good" I nodded in appreciation. "Great!" then said Tim sarcastically, "I hated to have to clean afterwards anyway..." "Come on Timmy" Jeremy addressed him, "You won't feel the difference" "...But you will..." said Tim timidly "I like to hear what it makes you feel when you are inside..." "Tim, Please!" I shouted. "Ugh! Whatever!" he turned and was about to leave, but Jeremy told him not to, and then he said, "I have to go to the bathroom, I have some nephews to flush" We stayed silent as Tim left. Then Jeremy spoke, "Sorry about that" "Don't apologize for your brother" "I know dad, but... he thought things were going to be different now... you know, now that you know about us..." "How? How would it be different?" "Well, you've been accepting of our relationship, you don't seem as disgusted as before" "Hold on Jeremy! Disgusted? Please... Don't" I felt bad that my son thinks I feel disgusted about him. "Of course it's not easy, and it was a big shock... but I will always love you, I'm proud of you, and..." I sighed "I will always support you..." "Dad..." I could see his eyes glistening with tears "Can I hug you?" "No...at least not before you take a shower, I know what you did to your brother, you know that?" We both laughed, and I think our relationship took a step up that day, at least with Jeremy. Days turned into weeks, weeks into a month. One day I found out about my two sons fucking and then we were heading to my parent's - their grandparents - for thanksgiving. It went as usual, though I was more aware of the way they treated each other. My mom mentioned how proud she was of me for raising such good boys. My father said he wished to live to see them make a family of their own and get to know his great grandchildren, I calmed the urge to say out loud that they wouldn't be allowed to marry each other. My father made a speech at dinner saying how happy he was to have us all there, me, my sons, my sister and brother, both with their families. One by one mentioned what they were grateful for. I decided to skip my turn, I simply raised my glass of wine as I looked at my two sons and nodded to both of them. Later that night I went out of the house, I needed to take a walk because of all that I ate. I heard the front door open when I was on the sidewalk, "Dad?" I turned back, "Tim?" "Where are you going?" "I'm going for a walk" "Can I join you?" "Sure!" We walked silently, admiring the suburban scenery. We were not a block away when Tim broke the silence. "Dad?" "Tim" "Thank you" "Ok, you're welcome... but for what?" "I don't know, for everything, I guess, for letting Jeremy and me be together" "I want you both to be happy. It's just that..." I remained silent. "You don't want us to get hurt..." "That's right... especially you Tim, you are too young, you seem so..." "In love?" "Yes, so much in love with Jeremy, that I'm afraid you'll end up hurt, heart broken..." "Jeremy would never hurt me that way..." "I know. But, relationships are difficult. Do you know how many highschool couples remain together? Jeremy is going to go to college eventually and..." "He'll meet someone there" "Yes" "Jeremy decided not to go to college because he wanted to stay with me" I looked at him, intrigued, "Please! Don't get mad! And don't tell him I told you! It was his idea, he said he would stay and work to save some money and then we would go to college together when I graduate, we would be roommates, that way we could still be living together." He ended saying that and I sighed. "I understand..." I told him "I... Maybe I'm no one to be giving relationship advice, not after being single for..." "Oh come on dad. We know you have been dating". "What?" "Do you think we haven't noticed how we suddenly have been running out of condoms? And that you have these work dinners every week...". Busted. I laughed. "What I mean is that I'm no authority in what relationships are, I haven't had luck, that's why I'm cautious. And maybe I'm supportive because your grandparents were not when I was with... your mother" "Would you be if Jeremy or I were dating a stripper?" "What?! You know that?" "Of course we know that, dad" "Who told you?" I was mad. I made my parents promise they would never tell my kids about their mother - prejudice. "My cousins" "How would they know?" "Dad, kids always hear what parents talk about" "I'm sorry" "Don't be. You are a great father. We turned out pretty fine, don't you think?" "Yes you did. But now I fear that someday people will know about you and your brother..." "Dad..." "Tim..." "Jackie brings a new boyfriend every year. Brad spends all day smoking weed and snorting baby powder. Jeff was kicked out of high school twice. Nancy was caught stealing at Target. Believe me, Incest is the least of this family's problems..." I couldn't help but laugh. I crossed my arm around his shoulder. "Hey. It's thanksgiving. Happy anniversary." "Thanks dad" "Are you giving something to your... should I say brother or boyfriend?" Tim chuckled. "It doesn't matter dad. Uhm... can I be honest?" "Sure" "I bought a jockstrap" "For Jeremy?" "No, for me. Well, yes, it's for Jeremy too". "Oh, I get it..." "Are you mad? Is it too much information?" "No. I just find it funny..." "What?" "Your mother used to do the same" "Wear a jockstrap?" "Wear lingerie as a present" "Huh... maybe I should channel mom and make good use of my heritage and give Jeremy a striptease". I laughed and tousled his hair. "You are so much like her" "Does that make you sad?" "What?" "That I'm and look like her" "Not at all. You are the best gift she ever gave me", I could feel Tim getting closer to me, he crossed his arm around my waist to hug me while we kept walking. "Can I tell you something else?" We had walked enough, so we turned back to walk back to my parent's house. "Yes" "I think that I'm in love with Jeremy because he is so much like you..." "Oh..." "He looks after me, he hugs me a lot. He scolds me for saying reckless things and for giving you a hard time. I think that if I had been an only child, I would have fallen in love with you instead. Was that too much information?" "No son, I appreciate your honesty". "And he fucks so good too! I believe I got my dick size from my mom's side because Jeremy's so much bigger, almost like yours, I've seen your hardon under your boxers in the morning, and you and Jeremy are so much alike. I think you are also good at sex dad, I mean, getting a stripper to quit her job, you must have given her a good dick!" "Ok son! Ok! That was too much!" "Sorry dad!" We got back and hugged each other feeling closer than before. I went to look for Jeremy and hugged him too. I wished him a happy anniversary. My son has a boyfriend. That boyfriend is his brother, and I couldn't be more happy about it. What would you have done?