Date: Sun, 11 Apr 2021 12:31:56 -0400 From: Rod Rey Subject: The Men of the Franco Family At the gym on the first Friday in August, Dad and I were in the men's locker room while Mom and my two older sisters were in the women's. No one else was here at the moment because it was early in the morning, and all the seniors were already at the pool. Dad and I were supposed to shower and then change into our swim trunks. Instead, we remained here naked, face to face like the last time and many times before that. Since our lockers were right next to each other, we were dangerously close at just a couple of feet apart. This wasn't the first time we stared at each other in the most forbidden of ways while our dicks rose. After years of struggling, I'd recently accepted that this incestuous desire would never go away, and I imagined he felt the same. I'd known Dad my whole life, and he still captured my attention every time. Okay, so I no longer sat on his lap, and he no longer showed the same kind of affection like he used to, but that was only because I was a man. At twenty-one, I wasn't just old enough to do whatever I wanted; I was old enough to know what I wanted. And I wanted my own dad like I'd never wanted anyone in my life. I admired his beauty: dark hair peppered with gray, honey eyes, olive skin, a hairy body, and still an Adonis at fifty-five (a muscle bear). I was practically a young version of him, except I was technically a muscle cub, and my hair was obviously fully dark. Mom and the rest of the family frequently told me the same thing about my strong resemblance to Dad. I'd seen many pics of him when he'd been around my age, and the resemblance was uncanny. Fitting, really, since I was Dario Franco, Jr., and the only son. Maybe we weren't supposed to do anything about it. But Dad continued looking at me in a way he was supposed to, which was how I looked at him. "We should probably shower before going into the pool, huh?" Dad sported a reserved expression on his face. "We should." But neither of us moved. We stared at each other as if frozen from the desire calling us. This was why we knew the truth. Our leaking erections gave us away, yet we never did anything about it. Why didn't we at least talk about it? Dad's dick dripped a thick string that just hung there. If only I could get on my knees and lick it up. Was it as salty as mine? He was pretty big like me, long and thick at seven inches. Sadly, I wasn't uncut like he was since he'd been born in Italy and I in the U.S. (Mom had won the marriage-threatening fight over my circumcision.) Both of them had come here on student visas before eventually becoming legal citizens, so their English was great with just a hint of an accent. I didn't speak Italian like they did, though. Dad cleared his throat and kept a straight face. "You know it does this on its own, Dario, right? There's no need to question it." Yet he said the same thing every time. I gave him a nod. "I know, Dad." "By the way. Did your mother tell you we're having her side of the family over from Italy?" I shook my head. "When?" "Tomorrow." "Oh. So, the house is going to be full, then?" Dad sighed but didn't seem bothered. "Yep. For a few weeks. Which means you and I are going to have to share a bed starting tomorrow night. I'm sorry, Dario, I know you like your privacy, but your mother wants all the females in our room and your sisters' room since there are more of them coming, and all the males will sleep in yours." I nodded. "I mean, the guest room is tiny with just a full-size bed, so it makes sense. And I'd rather sleep with you anyway since I'm not close to them like Mom is." "Not even your cousin? I thought you kept in touch online." I shrugged. "Not really." My cousin was a barely-legal, artsy twink. What would we talk about? He and his dad were hot, though. "Anyway, it'll be fine. So. Ready to shower and hit the pool?" "Yep." But I waited for Dad to lead the way just so that I could see the round shape of his dick-hardening ass. It was a little furry like mine, more like a dusting of dark hairs since he was hairier in the front. What I'd give to taste every part of him, on top of giving him a big kiss with passion. I'd recently learned more stuff about gay sex after being sheltered long enough, what with growing up in a conservative town in northern Wisconsin by Lake Superior. I wasn't just a virgin; I'd never kissed anyone in my life (family didn't count). A few girls had tried to capture my attention, but I'd told them I wanted to become a priest as a way to get them to leave me alone. I knew it now more than ever: I was gay. Sleeping with Dad tomorrow night could be the start of my sexual exploration, but I doubted anything would happen. Would he at least sleep naked? I knew he did only because I'd once bumped into him in the middle of the night while going to the bathroom, and he'd been naked. If only something could happen tomorrow night. ***INFO*** More by Rod Rey: https://rodreywriter.wordpress.com (c) 2021, Rod Rey. All Rights Reserved. Please donate to help keep Nifty alive!