Date: Sun, 15 Aug 2021 11:54:23 -0400 From: Rod Rey Subject: Shipwrecked With Dad 4 After Dad helped me back on my feet, a brief bout of dizziness almost tumbled my balance. He grabbed my arm and helped me regain it. I glanced around and captured the foreign beauty around me. Where were we? The vast ocean, as blue and beautiful as it was, looked more terrifying because of what could be lurking beneath the surface. Even though it was a scorching early summer, perfect for a swim, I didn't think I'd dare to get in just yet. The sandy shore also spanned quite far. Opposite of the shore were the most verdant of forests whose dusky entrance didn't really seem any less scary than the dark depths of the ocean. "Dad, those aren't woods. That's a forest." He chuckled. "Yeah, I realize that. Guess that's what happens when I live in the countryside all my life." Given that our boat was nowhere in sight, we really were shipwrecked, which put a sad expression on my face. I also missed writing. If I had a notebook and a pen, I could record these experiences. I could even continue the short little love stories I'd written about me and Dad, always ambiguous in case anyone ever finds that private notebook of mine. Dad was love. He wrapped his muscular arms around my skinny body from behind, the top of my head high enough to reach his chin. "I love you so much." "I love you too, Dad." A mixed bag of emotions poured into my thoughts: safe, scared, worried, sad, hungry, anxious, horny... I sighed, my stomach growling. "What is it, Kev?" I frowned. "I'm getting a little hungry." "I know, son, I know." Dad kissed the top of my head, briefly patting my sandy-brown hair that was slightly overgrown from my last short haircut. Then, he took my small hand in his large one and led the way along the shore. The foamy shallow water splashed against our feet. "Let's see what we can find, little guy." "Okay." I trusted Dad with my life, and I always would. Wherever he went, I went. I never wanted to be apart from him. I remembered feeling like a freak because of being incapable of feeling anything like this for anyone else. My first and only crush had been on Dad. I was able to find others attractive, but it was never sexual or romantic. With Dad, it was every feeling. It might've not been normal to most people, but I didn't care. Besides, I couldn't help how I felt. It was love. Dad was love. And now, I had a boner again. "Dad?" "Yeah, Kev?" I formed a shy grin. "You always make me hard." He chuckled. "The feeling's mutual." Yep, the big tent in his shorts proved it. "Why can't we make love now?" He sighed. "Because I need to make sure you're truly ready. I don't ever want to cause you any pain or confusion." "But I don't feel those things. I know what I want. I'm not a kid. You even said I was mature for my age. And besides, I'm an adult now." "I know, and you are a mature adult." "Unless...you just don't want to?" I frowned. Dad stopped and held me again. This time, our faces met, my chin up and his head down. "Oh, Kevin, you know better than that. Believe me, I want to make love to you more than you know, I do. But we also have to deal with the stigma, and we could get into legal trouble because it's incest, even though I've never groomed you or even touched you sexually without your permission." "You've actually never touched me sexually at all. Only me to you." And briefly every time, sadly. "You know what I mean." "But romance isn't illegal, right?" I didn't think it was, but I also wasn't sure what the laws were like when it came to this stuff. Then again, I didn't care because nothing or no one could ever stop how I felt about Dad. "No, I don't think so, but...sexual contact is no matter how old we are. Because, again, it's incest. And this, between us, it would always have to be in secret." "But I'd never tell anyone. I'd never do that to you." "I know. But I don't want to take away the chance of you ever finding love one day." I gave him another frown, and my small voice began to crack just like my heart. "I already found it. It's you, Dad." "Oh, son..." He kissed my lips until our tongues wrapped around each other, the big tent in his shorts poking my flat belly while my smaller one poked his upper leg. Given how long we'd done this the first time, I was already matching his pace more than before, no longer fast like a goldfish. I wanted him. I needed him. I had to have him with me forever. He was my life. Dad was love. ---------- https://rodreywriter.wordpress.com (c)2021, Rod Rey. A.R.R. Please donate to Nifty!