Date: Sun,  3 Aug 2003 15:32:18 -0700
From: auto92012@hush.com
Subject: Recovered Memories, part 1

I wrote this partly to work out my own personal issues and partly, of
course, to get off.

This story follows a young guy who starts to remember that his dad had
sex with him at an early age, and he must decide how to deal with it.
Should he identify himself as a victim or take a different approach?
Should he look on it as a good thing or a bad thing? Should he confront
his dad? What should he do when he starts his own family? You'll find
answers to these questions and many more in upcoming chapters.

There's no sex in this first chapter, although our hero does show some
skin. Later chapters will include plenty of sucking and fucking and god
knows what else.

This story is completely fictional.

Have you experienced a sexual relationship with your father or son? If
so, please drop me a line at auto92012@hush.com. Send any questions or
constructive comments about the story too, since I hate writing in a
vacuum.

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RECOVERED MEMORIES - Part 1

It was a sunny Saturday outside, but Sean Stewart sat far back in the
dim recesses of his favorite bar, nursing a beer. He should have been
on top of the world. He was 24, freshly graduated from law school, and
newly hired by a prestigious law firm. He and his fiance Kate adored
each other. Like many others, she appreciated his quiet and thoughtful
personality.

Thanks to years of swimming and running his 5'9" frame was a lean, defined
155 pounds. Men and women alike were mesmerized by his elfin face, big
ice-blue eyes, and perpetually mussed reddish-brown hair -- not to mention
his flat stomach, long legs, 30-inch waist, prominent crotch bulge, and
firm little ass. His fiance always said she couldn't decide what she
liked best -- watching him walk toward her or watching him go.

Sean knew he should feel happy and blessed. Yet he felt he was watching
his life from behind a plate-glass window. He could see everything going
on, could see himself out there reacting and talking and smiling, but
he didn't feel a part of it.

That was old news. He'd felt that way as far back as he could recall,
 and he could deal with it. A few months ago he started having trouble
sleeping. He'd wake up shaking and sweating from dreams he couldn't remember.
It was no fun but he could deal with that too.

But now -- and here he took a long pull on his beer -- his sex drive was
gone. Usually when he and Kate played, his penis extended from its flaccid
length of five inches to a nice throbbing seven and a half, but last
night it once again just lay there despite Kate's considerable talents
and his own desperate need. This new problem he couldn't deal with, not
by himself. He sat lost in thought, drinking his beer and absently rubbing
his stomach.

His favorite bartender, a burly forty-something ex-cop named Pete, appeared
behind the bar. "Don't look now, Sean," he said, "but there's a lovely
lady sneaking up on you."

He felt a peck on the cheek. "Hey cutie!" Kate said. "Hey to you too,
 Pete!"

"Well hey," Sean said with a smile. "How'd you know I was here?"

"Duh! I know if you're thinking things over, then you're hanging out
here with Pete." She eyed her fianc appreciatively as she took the next
barstool. "You're really showing off that hot bod of yours," she said
teasingly.

Sean looked down at himself. "I guess," he said with a shrug. He had
on his usual weekend outfit: a sleeveless t-shirt cut off just below
his pecs that left most of his torso exposed, and a tiny pair of nylon
running shorts with deep slits on the sides. The slits exposed wide swaths
of smooth skin all the way up to his waist since he never wore underwear.
His flaccid cock was just visible through the translucent nylon fabric.
Running shoes with no socks completed his outfit.

"You guess?" she said with a smile. "You're the biggest exhibitionist
I know! You stay naked every minute at your apartment. If your firm didn't
have a dress code you'd probably go to work naked, wouldn't you? And
when you go anywhere besides the office you wear just enough to avoid
being arrested. Pete, do any other guys come in here nearly naked?"

Pete had begun mixing Kate's favorite drink without being told. He paused.
"Well," the bartender said expansively, "we'll get guys stopping in after
the gym in tank tops and shorts. But when it comes to sheer lack of coverage,
 Mr. Stewart here is in a class by himself."

Sean blushed bright red.

"Oh my. Is that so?" Kate asked innocently, trying to prolong Sean's
embarrassment.

"You can see how he dresses on weekends," Pete said, gesturing toward
Sean. "Even on weekdays after work his shirt ends up untucked, unbuttoned,
 and wide open from nips to hips. It does startle the newer customers
to see so much of this gentleman, but the old hands like me are used
to him."

Sean's blush grew redder and he appeared to be talking to his beer mug.
"I'm not trying to show off, it's just more comfortable," he said.

She gave his partially exposed left buttcheek a playful smack. "I'm sure
it comes naturally since you grew up in that all-male bachelor pad with
your dad."

"I know Dad's a jerk but jeez, you make it sound like I was raised by
wolves!" he said.

"No, your dad's not a wolf," she said. "He's a fox!"

"Eww, you're hot for my dad!"

"Am not!"

"Are so!"

They dissolved in giggles. Pete rolled his eyes.

"Well, whatever his faults," Kate said, "your dad *is* a very handsome
man. And he passed it on to his son." She squeezed his hand.

"Not as handsome as me, of course," Pete harrumphed.

"That goes without saying," Kate replied. Pete gave her a wink and went
to tend another customer.

When they were by themselves, Sean spoke again. "Honestly, Kate, the
exposure is a completely unconscious thing. When I pull my shirt open
here I just don't notice I'm doing it. When I wear an outfit like this
I don't think about it. Do you think I'm weird? Should I dress differently?
I don't want to offend anybody or embarrass you."

"You don't embarrass me, sweetie," Kate said. "You do what feels right
to you. You're lucky to have a lot less body shame than most people.
I love that you're so naturally uninhibited."

He smiled wryly. "If I'm so uninhibited, how come I can't get it up with
you?"

"Now don't beat yourself up over that," she said. "That's what I came
to talk to you about. You said you've been having trouble sleeping lately?"

"Yes," Sean said. "I wake up sweaty and upset from these dreams. I can't
remember the dreams, but when I wake up it's like it takes me a few seconds
to stop feeling like a little boy and remember that I'm a grownup."

"I don't think it's a big mystery, Sean. You're coming up on a big milestone,
 our wedding. I think it's unresolved stuff from your childhood that's
trying to get your attention. Maybe it's the death of your mom, or your
bad relationship with your dad, or maybe those hazy memories of yours
about sexual abuse. You need to confront it and resolve it before you
can really go on with your life."

Sean absently hiked up his half-shirt and rubbed his left nipple. "You
may be right," he said, "although I've already scheduled an appointment
with Dr. Chandra for Monday. I want to see if there's a simple physical
explanation for the impotence."

"That's a good idea," Kate said. "If you get a clean bill of physical
health, I'm sure he can refer you to a good psychiatrist or psychologist."

"Yeah." He sighed. "I'll try to get this fixed as quick as I can. Thanks
for being so patient."

Kate rubbed his bare lower back. "Hey, don't worry about me. I'm not
going anywhere. You take as long as you need to feel better."

"Thanks, Kate. I will." He kissed her. "Hey Pete! Another cosmo for this
amazing woman I'm gonna marry. And another beer for me."

"One for the lovely lady and one for nature boy," Pete replied with a
grin. "Comin' right up."


Next chapter: Sean gets a thorough exam from Dr. Chandra.

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