Date: Fri, 8 May 2015 13:06:58 +0000 (UTC)
From: hankbrookscc@comcast.net
Subject: When The Transformer Blew - Short Story (Incest)

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			 When The Transformer Blew

A transformer blew out in my area of the city, and left over three thousand
homes without electricity for almost four days.  Everyone weathered the
disaster, of course.  Human beings are very resilient, as any psychologist
will tell you.  But for me and my dad, it was a life altering experience.

My dad, Jeremy Howe, MD, is a board certified internist.  His office is an
annex attached to our house, and that is where he practices medicine.  My
mom died ten years ago, when I was thirteen, and my dad and I have shared
the house alone ever since.  My dad would have loved for me to have gone to
medical school, and to have made me a partner in his practice, but I had
different ambitions.

Like all little boys, I wanted to be a firefighter, but as I grew older, I
never changed my mind.  The transformer blew out on a Thursday morning, and
I was due to start at the fire fighter's academy on Monday.  My dad was
forced to shut down his practice.  There wasn't much else he could do.  We
went out to eat every day, far from the devastated area.  In the evening,
we ate early, and tried to get home before dark.

The first consequence of the blackout occurred when we got up on Friday
morning.  We went to take our showers in our separate bathrooms, only to
discover that the water was ice cold.  So for three days, we sponge bathed
ourselves with cold water as best we could.  We laughed at ourselves
because we were both on the way to growing substantial beards.

Late Sunday afternoon, I informed my dad that I had to get a room at a
motel, which had power, so I could shower and shave.  I was damned if I was
going to report to the academy looking all grungy, and needing a shave.  He
didn't object at all.  In fact, he thought it was a good idea, not only for
me, but for him as well.  We went upstairs to our bedrooms and started to
pack a bag, when the power was suddenly restored.

The television set in the living room turned on automatically, and we
learned that the transformer had been "mended" in a Band-Aid manner, and it
was uncertain how long the power would remain on until permanent repairs
could be made.

"It'll take about fifteen minutes for the hot water heater to get the water
hot enough for a shower," my dad surmised.  "You better go first, Peter, in
case we lose power again."

"That doesn't seem fair," I said.  "Why not shower together like we used
to, when I was a kid?"

"You're not a kid anymore," my father pointed out the obvious.

"True, but it's the smart and practical thing to do.  Besides we can do
each other's backs."

"OK then.  Let's get ready to jump in and out, before the power goes
again."

Dad's shower was bigger than mine, so we went into his bathroom.  When I
was little, I thought that his shower was immense.  Now it looked like a
twosome would be a pretty tight fit.  I didn't let it bother me.  I just
wanted to wash away three days of grunge.  I didn't even give a thought to
the fact that I was gay...in the closet gay..., and I would be showering
with another naked man, even if he was my father.  Surely, in his role as
an MD, my father had seen enough cocks so that he wouldn't get turned on by
one, especially his own son's.

Never assume.  I surely never expected that we would both get turned on.

We shaved first, using as little water as possible.  We entered the shower,
and we both had a bar of soap in our hands.  We were lathering our
bodies...our own bodies, and like all men, we were paying particular
attention to our genitalia.  My pubic area, cock and balls, disappeared in
a sea of soapy foam.  I glanced down to see that it was true of my father
too.  Besides coating his cock with soap, it was very clear to me that he
was getting hard, and so was I.  I kept shifting my glance from his cock to
his eyes and he was doing the same thing.

Then the madness began.  We were staring into each other's eyes, when we
leaned into each other and kissed.  As we began to kiss, Dad reached for my
cock and started stroking it with all the excess lather.  Of course, I then
did the same to him.  As we kissed, and stroked, we both began to get very
excited, and our kissing became open-mouthed and very passionate.

"Stop," my dad ordered.  "I'm cumming, and this is not the place, nor the
way.  Let's rinse off, dry up, and take this to my bed."

My mind exploded.  I wanted so much to have my first gay experience, but to
have it with my father, was so wrong, that I almost said, "No way."  I had
stopped stroking him as he had commanded, but he was still stroking me.
Well, it was more like he was rinsing me off.  I literally lost all my
power to reason, so I did whatever he asked of me.  For now it was just to
go to bed with him.  We climbed naked into his bed.  I was just about to
reach over and extinguish his bedside lamp, when it went off all by itself.

"Good thing we showered," he mumbled.  "There it goes again, and who knows
how long we'll be in the dark this time?"

The room was getting warmer without air conditioning, and we lay on top of
the sheets, but never used the cover sheet, which we pushed to the foot of
the bed.  We turned to each other and my father wrapped me in his strong
arms.  He crushed his cock against mine, and whispered in my ear, "This is
so nice.  Just like when we slept together when you were a young boy, after
mom died."

I grew bold, and I said, "Yeah, but we didn't rub our cocks together in
those days."

"Don't remind me that what we are doing is totally inappropriate.  I feel
guilty enough, but I'm so horny, and way too far gone to stop."  He reached
down and took my cock in his hand, rolling it gently.

"Dad," I purred, "I agree that it is wrong, but I'm as horny as you are.  I
couldn't stop now without some force pulling me out of your bed, and
transporting me to another world."

"I know.  So let's stop talking, and let's start making love.  We can
express regrets tomorrow."  As he said that he started to pinch my nipples.
I began to wiggle my whole body, expressing my delight.  After a while he
stopped titillating my nipples with his fingers, and started to suckle them
like a breast feeding baby.  In addition to wiggling, I now began to purr
like a kitten.

>From there, he transferred his tongue to my outie, and now I started to
giggle.  He was tickling me.  When I could stand it no more, I yelled out,
"Do it.  Do it now before I scream."

He began by licking my balls.  I could tell he was savoring the taste and
the smell of my newly washed testicles.  I begged him to delay no longer,
and he started to lick the underside of my ramrod hard cock.  Then he made
me turn over, and he began to rim me.  I have a pretty big ass hole
opening, and my talented dad got a lot of tongue inside of me.  I thought I
would faint dead away.

"Please," I begged, "Suck my cock or fuck me, but I need relief."  He
turned me around again, and at last, he took me into his mouth.  I marveled
at his expertise.  I never felt a single tooth, just tongue and lips.  I
could only wonder if my dad had done this before.  I decided to ask him,
but not now, and not here.  It was a subject for another time.

My balls began to harden and shrink.  I could feel an orgasm building in my
groin, and I started to groan.  My dad stopped sucking and released me.
That made me angry, but I didn't say anything.  He reached into his night
stand, and took out a tube of KY Jelly.  I smiled inwardly.  I knew
instinctively that the lube was what he used to whack off with.  I was
certainly not surprised.  My dad was a virile, handsome, mid-forties guy.
I always wondered why he never remarried.  Women threw themselves at him
all the time.

He coated my stiff cock with the jelly and shoved a glob up his ass.  When
I saw him do that, I actually grew faint with anticipation.  He straddled
me, and lined his ass up with my cock.  He lowered himself on me so gently,
and so slowly, I knew for sure that this was not his first experience
getting fucked by a hard rod.  When he was all the way in, he sat perfectly
still.  I was sure I heard him mewl.

It was I who could stand it no longer.  I began to gyrate my hips and my
ass, and that prompted him to start pumping.  He pumped down, as I thrust
up, and after a very few strokes, I yelled to him that I was cumming.  I
shot my load up his guts, but gravity caused a lot of spunk to start
seeping out.  When my spasms stopped, my dad leaned over me, and kissed me
very sensuously.  I realized that he was crying like a baby.

"I love you so much," he whispered in my ear.

"I love you too," I mumbled through my own tears.

I softened and fell out of him, and he lay down at my side.  He was smiling
at me, and I said, "Dad, did you know that I was gay?"

"Sure I did.  You can't hide something like that from a father."

Once again, I grew bold.  "You've done this before," I commented.

"Many times, dear son.  After your mother died, I finally gave into my
urges."

"I never suspected," I smiled at him.

"Of course not.  I didn't want you to know.  I didn't want anyone to know.
So now it's out, maybe we can visit some gay bars together, but you gotta
promise to introduce me as your brother."

"That's a deal," I laughed.  "Actually, you could pass as my brother.  Now
Pops, it's my turn to get you off.  Then I suggest we go through with our
plans to stay at a motel tonight, so that we can clean up properly, and I
can start my career tomorrow, smelling good, and having had a good night's
sleep."

I leaned over my dad, but I didn't tease him like he had teased me.  I went
right for his cock, and gobbled it into my mouth.  It was my first time,
and I was amazed at how good he tasted and how wonderful he smelled.  I
began sucking on it, remembering to keep my teeth tucked in.  I must have
been doing a fairly good job because Dad was purring like a kitten, and
gyrating his ass.  When I was sure that he was cumming, I stopped what I
was doing, and bathed his cock in the jelly.  When I sat down on him, I
didn't expect it to burn so much.  My father was pretty average, and I was
glad he wasn't better endowed.  In a very short time, the pain began to
turn to pleasure, and we began the same synchronized dance of love that we
had perfected when the tables were turned.  In no time at all, my father
exploded into me.

This time, I leaned down to kiss him, and it was I who said, "I love you so
much."  We both shed a tear or two.

We lay together, embraced in a delicious afterglow, until Dad said, "You
know what I said about saving our regrets until tomorrow?  I take it back.
I have no regrets now, and I won't be changing my mind anytime soon."

I didn't answer him, but I gave him a passionate kiss to let him know that
I felt the same way.  I reached down and fondled his limp cock.  "You
know," I said, "I still think we should get a hotel room tonight, so we can
be fresh in the morning."

"I've got a better idea," he smiled at me.  "I have a friend, a colleague.
He and I have been playing together for a while now.  In fact, we have
become exclusive."

"What do you mean?"

"You know.  We're monogamous.  We have an understanding that we might take
the bull by the horns soon, come out of the closet, and share a home."

"Oh Dad, that is so wonderful.  It's time for me to move out on my own, but
I've been so worried about leaving you alone, I haven't made any plans."

"Then you don't mind?"

"Of course not.  In fact, I give you my blessing."

"The reason I bring this up now is that Carl lives clear across town, and
isn't affected by this transformer fiasco.  I'm sure he would put us up,
until it's over."

"Nice.  Then I can meet the guy you have the hots for."

"I have another motive.  Carl is divorced.  He has a twenty year old son,
Greg, who is home from college for the summer.  The boy's mother has
remarried, and Greg does not get along with his step-father, so he's
staying with Carl until the new semester begins.  Greg, came out to his dad
last year, and so Carl came out to him.  I met him once, and he's beautiful
eye candy.  You two might just hit it off, which would make Carl and me
very happy."

"I had no idea that you were into matchmaking, Dad.  You know I've always
trusted your judgement.  Let's see if we can impose on your friend, and his
handsome son."

We packed our overnight bags, and threw them in the trunk of my dad's car.
As soon as the car was in an unaffected part of town, my dad called Carl.
Carl was more than delighted to have us spend the night with him.  After he
hung up, Dad began to drive a little too fast, and I realized how anxious
he was to get there.  I couldn't wait to meet Carl.

The guy who answered the door was nothing like I had pictured.  I knew he
was the same age as my dad, but he looked much younger.  He looked more
like a wrestler than a doctor.  He was short, maybe 5'8", very solidly
built, and all muscle.  His hair was too blond for a man in his 40's, and
as far as I could see, there was no grey in it.  The most beautiful part of
him was his eyes.  They were a beautiful ice blue color that immediately
mesmerized me.

He and my dad kissed with open mouths and lots of tongue.  It disturbed me
a little bit to see my dad being so intimate with another man, but I
couldn't for the life of me, figure out why.  After all, it was well
established by now that Carl, my dad, and I were all gay men.

When they were able to tear themselves apart, Dad introduced me to Carl,
and asked, "Where's Greg, Carl?"

"He's taking one summer course at the community college.  He was at the
library, but he'll be home any minute.  I told him to stop off and pick up
an assortment of Chinese dinners.  I figured that you guys wouldn't have
the appropriate clothing with you to go to a restaurant."

"I'm afraid you figured right," I said.

"Help me set the table, guys.  Greg should be home by the time we finish."

Greg walked in just as Carl announced that everything was ready.  He and I
stared at each other in pleasant disbelief.  When we were introduced to
each other, we shook hands.  Neither of us let go until both our fathers
literally pulled us apart so that we could have dinner.

Greg was one handsome dude.  He really got my juices going.  He was taller
than his father, about my height, but very fair like his dad.  His blond
hair was baby blond.  It hadn't started to darken at all.  His eyes were a
beautiful sky blue.  His pug nose would have given him a child-like
appearance, but his strong, square chin, offset that flaw, and gave him a
macho, manly look.

Both Greg and I were aware of the relationship between our fathers, so we
weren't surprised, when they announced that they were going to disappear
after dinner, because they hadn't been together in more than a week.

"You guys can clean up, and then you're on your own.  Do whatever you want.
Go out clubbing if you want to."

Greg had brought home way too much food, so cleaning up consisted of
putting the leftovers into freezer containers, labeling them, and freezing
them.  When we got the house ship-shape, I asked Greg if he wanted to do
something or go someplace.

"No, I'm content to hang out here with you," he smiled at me, and took my
hand.  He led me to the sofa in the living room, and we sat down.

"I think our fathers are trying to fix us up," Greg said.

"What makes you think so?" I asked with a wink.

"Well, there's only one bed in my room, and the guest room is set up as an
office.  There's no bed in it.  I'd really hate for you to sleep on this
uncomfortable sofa."

"Well, then, maybe you'll be kind enough to let me share your bed."  I
leaned into Greg, and planted a closed mouth kiss on his lips.  He smiled
at me, and proceeded to kiss me back.  His tongue forced my lips open, and
our kissing became passionate."

When Greg gave me a chance to breathe, I said, "It looks like we are going
to be brothers.  Do you think it would be right to do this thing?"

"Why not?" Greg asked, looking very innocent.  "I'm already sleeping with
my father.  He's a hunk isn't he?"

I was shocked, but I managed to blurt out, "He's not as much a hunk as you
are, and besides, I've had sex with my dad also.  It was only once, but
there promises to be more."

"You know what I think?" Greg asked.  "I think we should go to my room, and
become one big happy family."

Greg and I started to undress on the way to his bedroom.  Once inside, he
closed the door, and fell to his knees.  He threw his arms around my waist,
and took my extremely hard rod into his mouth.  He sucked me for some time,
and when he knew I was getting close, he stopped.  I lay down on his bed,
waiting for us to proceed to the next step.

"Shit," Greg said.  "I need to get something."  He ran into his father's
bedroom, to find my dad fucking his dad, doggie style.

"Sorry guys," he said.  "Carry on.  All the lube is in here and I need
some."

"Really?" both fathers asked with big grins on their faces.

"Really," he answered.  He grabbed a tube of lube from the bathroom, and
ran back to me.

I had no idea how I would get through my first day at the academy.  Greg
and I rimmed our sweet smelling asses, and sucked our delicious cocks, and
fucked one another until 3 AM, when we finally fell asleep.

When I sucked his cock dry, I tasted cum for the first time in my life.  It
was delicious, at least Greg's was.  I was sorry that I hadn't sucked my
dad's cock dry, and I could only hope for the opportunity to do so.  In the
morning, Greg drove me to the academy, and my dad drove home.  When he got
there, he discovered that power had been permanently restored.  His nurse
was already in the office, and she and dad were ready to start a new day.

As for me, my fellow firefighters must have thought I was an idiot.  I went
through the day with a perpetual grin on my face.  I was starting a new
life that day, which included a new career and a lifetime companion.  To
add icing to the cake, our union came complete with two fuck-buddy daddies.
What more could a gay man ask for?  Except maybe to ask that transformers
blow out daily?