Date: Tue, 30 Nov 2021 10:19:00 +0200 From: Jason Donovan Subject: The Sins of the Father Chapter One My mother died when I was just sixteen years old. She was the one I could trust on. The one I could talk to, the one that knew the true me and never judged me. She was the glue that hold our family together. She was the link between me and my father. After her death, we seemed to drift more apart. He was a farmer through and through, he would leave the house in the early hours and would only return late at night. Most of the time I would have been asleep already. Days would pass that we wouldn't see each other, and we stayed in the same house. We became strangers. When I turned 17, I had enough. I have lost my mother. I wasn't planning on losing my father as well. I remembered it very well. I woke up that morning. When I got into the kitchen the cleaning lady and the cook was there. They had a cake in their hands singing to me like they always did when my mother was still alive. I remembered looking around, looking for my father. But he wasn't there. He already left for the day. He didn't remember my birthday. I was heartbroken. I spent most of my day in my room, crying, missing my mother. It must have been around ten that evening when I woke up, I heard some commotion in the kitchen. It was the cleaning lady and the cook yelling at my dad. They said that they didn't worry about losing their work, but that they couldn't keep quiet anymore. They told him what a bad and selfish dad he had been. That he wasn't the only one that had lost someone, that he wasn't the only one that was hurt. That he was about to lose more than just his wife. He was losing his son as well. Then I heard something that I have never heard before, my dad crying. It broke my heart hearing him say that he couldn't face me, that I reminded him so much of my mother. Then the cook said, that my father has lost his wife and that I have lost both my parents. Then they remind him that it was my birthday. That made him cry even more. I felt sorry for him, and it made me realise just how much I missed him. We used to be so close, sometimes uncomfortably close. I remember those days when my mother was still here, he would come home in the evenings and kiss her, he would always tell her that she was the most beautiful and best thing that had ever happened to him. Then he would find me. Pulling me into a bear hug, pressing me hard against his hairy muscular frame. Kissing me on the cheek or forehead wanting to know how my day was. I still remember those moments. His powerful embrace, the sweet scent of his cologne mixed with sweat. The warmness and hardness of his muscular frame as he pressed me hard against him. The causes a stir in my groins. I would always see my mother standing somewhere in the background looking at us, she had so much love in her eyes seeing us like that. I am not going to lie, my father was my idol, and as unethical as it might sound, the cause of so many of my wet dreams. My father had the complete package. He had a killer body, a gorgeous smile and he sweats sex appeal. He was a hard-ass bastard when he had to be, but he was nothing more than a gentle giant. I loved nothing more than to feel those muscular, strong protective arms around me. I always felt safe in his arms. He was a handsome, hairy hunk of pure muscles. At six feet tall he had a flawless sculpted muscular physique. His face, both handsome and welcoming but at the same time very mysterious. It was as if he was hiding something behind those beautiful brown eyes of his. His strong face was rounded off by a neatly trimmed beard. I know I have mentioned it before and stated how unethical it might be, but just thinking of my dad made me hard again. The commotion in the kitchen stopped and I quickly turned on my side, faking to be asleep just in case he came into my room. My door was closed but I could hear him walking down the hallway. His footsteps stop in front of my closed door. I hold my breath as I heard the door know turning and the door slowly opening up. Then in a whisper, I hear him say, "I am so sorry my son. . . I promised things will be different from today!" There was so much pain and sadness in that voice. I could feel the tears building up in my eyes. I wanted so much to jump out of the bed and into his arms. But the fact that I was naked under the covers with a raging hardon, prevented me from doing it. The next morning when I walked into the kitchen for breakfast I found my dad there, in front of the oven making breakfast. He was standing with his back to me dressed in only the skimpiest shorts I have ever seen a man worn. Those broad shoulders, bubble butt and muscular legs. I was hard in only a few seconds. "Dad?" I asked, my mouth dry. My eyes scanned the kitchen and surroundings for the cleaning lady and the cook. They were nowhere to be seen. The first thought that came up was that they were fired after what happened the night before. My dad turned to face me, "Morning bud!" he said and my heart skip a beat. It felt like it was the first time that I saw my dad without a shirt. Muscular and hairy. What caught my attention the most was the massive bulge he was sporting in those skimpy shorts of him. "Hope you are hungry?" he added as he turned back to face the oven. My eyes never left his body, from his broad shoulders to his narrow waist. He was the image of perfection. "Where are Martha and Sophie?" I asked. "I gave them the rest of the week of!" he said as he switch the oven off. He turned back to me with the pan in his hand. Those biceps bulging. "Sit!" he said as he start dishing up for us. "They cornered me, no they brought me to my senses last night when I got home and pointed out what a bad and selfish dad I was-" "Dad-"I interrupted him when I sat down. "No, Listen, they were right. I had been selfish. They made me realise that I wasn't the only one that lost someone. I wasn't the only one that was hurt. I was selfish! Never once thinking of you. And the fact that I have missed your birthday yesterday. I am so sorry. I hope you can find it in you to forgive me and I promise that from today I will do everything I can to be better. You are all I have left and I don't want to lose you too." He finished dishing up for us and turn to put the pan down on the oven and sat down across the table from me. Those mysterious big brown eyes filled with so much pain, "Dad, I understand," I said, "We all had to work through things in our way!" A smile lit up his face, the pain replaced by warmth and love. "You remind me so much of your mother! You have her eyes, and right now what you said, is something your mother would have said to me!" I tore my eyes away from him looking at the food on the table and then back at him. "Well, I know that where ever she is right now, she is looking down at us, smiling and very happy that we are here together having breakfast and talking!" He nodded as he picked up a piece beacon of his plate with his hand, "I think so too!" he said, "So what do you say after breakfast we start getting this place ready for Christmas, it was one of her favourite times of the year!" I smiled at him. "That would be awesome!" We continued eating our breakfast in silence. Me stealing glimpses of the hot hunk across the table. I caught him a few times doing the same. After breakfast, we got up and did the dishes and cleaned up the place. Dad even joked saying that maybe it wasn't such a good idea, giving the staff the rest of the week. I didn't mind. I liked being there at my dad's side cleaning up. Spending time with him. But what I enjoyed the most was him being almost naked. I had a hard time keeping my eyes on him. I had an even harder time hiding my throbbing erection from him. I have just found my dad again, I wasn't planning on losing him again by letting him find out what a perverted freak I was. When we finished cleaning the kitchen he told me that he needed to go and have a shower and that we should get ready to go into town. It was time to bring Christmas back into their lives. I was just too happy to go to my room, my cock was throbbing hard and achingly pushing against the confines of my tight underwear. It needed to be freed. It needed action. And it needed it immediately. I was already shirtless as I entered my room. I closed the door behind me, throw my shirt on my bed and made my way to my bathroom. I closed the bathroom door behind me and dropped my pants to the floor. My eight-inch cock sprang free and slap hard against my stomach, pre-cum splashing all over the place. I closed my eyes and sighed with relief. My dad had given me a hardon before, but today was different. I can't remember ever being this hard. I took a deep breath. Trying to get my raging hormones to calm down. I took another deep breath. I opened my eyes. I caught my reflection in the full-length mirror against my bathroom room next to the shower. I smiled at myself, "Horny fucker!" I whispered to myself. The guy looking back at me was perfectly sculptured from head to toes. I was gifted with a classically handsome face. A strong chin that I have without a doubt have inherited from my dad. Same colour hair, dark brown. I had hazel eyes that were my mother's. I was the gorgeous dark-haired, dark-eyed stud my mother always told me I was. At 17 I was just a few inches shorter than my dad, my body well-toned and defined. I might not have been as hairy as he was, but my chest was already covered in dark fluff that trailed down between my washboard abs, down around my navel down till where it blended in with my trimmed pubic hair. I smiled at my reflection, proud of what I looked like. And I was proud of my 8-inch hard cock that laid flat against my stomach. I reached down and took it in my hand. It was rock hard, yet warm and velvety soft under my touch. I pulled back the foreskin. My mushroom cock head had a shiny glow under bathroom light. I squeezed it moaning softly as a stream of pre-cum oozed out of my piss slit running down my cock head and over my hand. Fuck I wanted nothing more than jerk off right there and then. It wouldn't have taken me long to reach an orgasm but the fear that my dad might change his mind about our outing for the day prevented me from doing it. Instead, I gave myself one last over in the bathroom mirror before jumping in the shower. Less than ten minutes later I was all dressed and pressed and ready to go. I ended up taking a cold shower to try and get my hardon to subside. I have put on the tightest underwear I could find and my tight-fitting denim that outlined my bubble butt to perfection. A white T-shirt that clung to me like a second skin and white running shoes completed my outfit. I made sure that my dad couldn't miss the muscular physique that I had worked on so hard this past few months since my mother had passed. I wanted him to see the young man I was turning into. Satisfied with how I looked I walked out of my room into the hallway. My dad's bedroom door was halfway open when I entered the hallway. I turned and walked to his room. My hand was on the door handle ready to push it open all the way when I caught his reflection in my mother's bedroom mirror. He was naked, half bend over his bubble butt, so perfectly shaped and hairless. I had a throbbing hardon in an instant. It was the first time that I have seen him naked. My hormones were going crazy my cock throbbing achingly. I licked my lips. Fuck what was wrong with me. Was I turning into a pervert, lusting after my dad? I always had the hots for my dad, but I thought it normal. That was only a phase that I was going through. That I felt like this towards my dad because he was the only man that I knew apart from a few friends and teachers. My dad was my world. I idolised him. Now I wanted him. I wanted to feel his naked skin against mine. I want to be his. I want to be his partner, his lover. I was about to turn and walk off disgusted with my thoughts when he suddenly turned around. I gasped, putting my hand before my mouth. My dad stood there a moment with his briefs in his hand as if to give me enough time to make enough mental notes or wank bank as I called it. I had the perfect view of him in the nude. The bulge I noticed earlier was suddenly revealed and it had my hard racing. My dad's 9-inch cock was flaccid hanging down over his low hanging hairy balls. He was circumcised. It was long and thick. He suddenly moved again putting on his briefs. I decided that it was time for me to go. I rushed to the kitchen. My mind replayed images of my dad naked. I tried to think of so many other things for my hormones to calm down, but my mind just kept on going back to my dad's nakedness. I poured myself a glass of milk. Sitting down at the table. Taking deep breaths, trying to get back into control of my body. I was nearly back to normal when my dad made his appearance. Fuck, I felt my cock jumping to life again. If I didn't know better I would have thought that he had the same idea as I had when I got dressed. He was dressed in a blue and white striped button-up shirt, and blue denim with his boots. The top two buttons of his shirt are undone showing his hairy chest. The shirt and denim tight sowing of each muscle perfectly. He looked down at me sitting at the table, "You ready to go stud?" he asked. I nearly spilt my milk. Did I hear correctly? Did my dad just call me a stud? "Yes!" was all I could say as he walk over to the counter next to the door to pick up his car keys. I followed him like a lovesick puppy. My eyes were glued to that perfect bubble butt. He opened the kitchen door, stopped in his tracks and suddenly turned around. I blushed, knowing very well that he had caught me staring at his butt. He just smiled as he gestured with his hand that I should walk in front of him. I lowered my head and followed his directions. As I walked past him he said, "Looking good son, have you been working out?" Once outside I stopped and turn, "Yes, couch Muller had us train an hour every day after practice!" "Practice?" he asked as he locked the kitchen door. "Rugby Practice!" I said, then I realised that he wasn't really around the last few months. "I played rugby from the beginning of this year. The social worker at school said it would be a good way to help me get over my mom's death. It turns out she was right and I made the first team!" His dad stood frozen, looking at me. "Why didn't you say anything?" "You had your things to deal with dad!" I said and start to walk in the direction of the pick-up truck. "If I had known I would have been there to support you!" he said, his voice filled with sadness and guilt. I smiled, "I know dad, but there is still next year, many more games for you to support me!" I said. He smiled and walk quickly to catch up to me, he swung his arms around my shoulders and pulled me to him, kissing me on the cheek. "I am so proud of you?" he said. We walked like that till we reach the pick-up truck. He gave me one last hug and then let me go. Fuck if he know what he is doing to me he would never touch me like that again, That was all I could think of as we got into the Pick-Up Truck. It turned out to be a very insightful outing. My dad must have known almost everyone in town. Nearly everyone came up to him to greet him and check him out. Everyone was so friendly and so sincere. I don't know if it was my mind playing tricks on me but I am sure that he had been checking a few men out himself. Well I did, my eyes were working overtime, and I have made sure that I had more than enough material for my wank bank. He never knew that his dad was so popular or had known so many people especially men, very handsome men. There was a few that I really wouldn't have a mind to get to know better. After we eventually succeeded in finishing our shopping, a new Christmas tree and some decorations my dad said that he was getting hungry and that we should have some lunch. I had no problem with it, I have enjoyed being with him. The town wasn't one of the biggest towns in the country and there weren't many restaurants to choose from. Dad suggested that we should go to the Farm Kitchen. It was my mother's favourite restaurant. I told him that it was up to him. We put everything we bought in the back of the pick-up and walked over to the restaurant. More people stopped us. I was surprised by how many people my dad knew. We got to the restaurant and my dad was surprised to see that it wasn't as busy as they usually were. We were met at the door by a macho looking man with deep brown eyes and the cutest smile. He was an immense young man, had the entire package, he was good-looking, cheerful and muscular. He greeted us friendly, looking at me, our eyes met and he locked eyes with me. I felt flattered and gave him my best smile. He showed us to our table and asked us what we would like to drink. My dad wanted a very large very cold draught. I just ordered a glass of water. The waiter smiled and told us that he would be back with the drink shortly and to take our order. My eyes followed him as he walked away. And then I caught him looking back over his shoulder at me. My heart skipped a beat. Next to my dad, he was without a doubt the best looking man I have ever laid my eyes upon. Well, young man, he could have been more than a few years older than me. I had to try my best to keep my excitement at bay. Once he was out of sight I turned my attention back to my dad that was busy examining the menu. "Dad I never knew you were this popular! You seem to know anyone in town!" He put the menu down and look at me, "Well, I guess we both had a few things happening in our lives the last few months the other didn't know about." He told me, "I was chosen as the new Head person for the farmer's forum in town as well as new Head of the Police forum!" I looked at him, I was so proud of him, "Sounds like a lot for only one person!" was all I could say. "It kept me busy when I missed your mother!" he admitted. "Well, it is nice to see that you continued with your life!" I said. "Maybe once we finish putting up the decorations you could invite some of your friends over for a barbeque. It would be nice having people over at the house again." I added. Dad nodded, "That sounds like a great idea!" he said The handsome waiter returned with our drinks and again he couldn't keep his eyes off me. I had the same problem but I tried my best to do it in such a way that my dad might not notice. He asked as if we have decided what we wanted to eat. We quickly scanned the menu and gave him our order. Steak, egg and chips. When he walked off again I caught my dad also checking him out. Then he looked at me. He had a very strange smile on his face. "Who do you want to invite to the barbeque?" he suddenly asked me. "Well, all the people I have met today seemed nice. All your friends look real nice!" "What about you, do you have some friends you would like to invite?" he asked me. I shook my hand, "Most of my friends away on holiday!" I answered. We chatted more about the things that happened in our lives these last few months. It was nice getting to know my dad again. It was nice getting close to him again. As we talked I could feel his knees against mine. I pulled away, but his knee just found mine again, rubbing against mine. It was driving me crazy, what was he up to? But then again, to him I was just his son, what he was doing wasn't anything wrong or with sexual intentions. I left him to continue doing it. It felt good and my erection proof that I wasn't the only one thinking it! Our food order arrived and we ate in silence. We finished our meal and my dad called the handsome waiter over asking him to bring us the bill. He smiled friendly at us both and left to collect the bill. He returned and the whole time my dad was busy sorting out the bill the waiter was looking and flirting with me shamelessly. My dad handed him the money and thanked him for the wonderful service. We got up and walked out of the restaurant. Both of us were silent as we walked back to the pick-up truck. As we reach the pick-up my dad suddenly said, "You should invite him to the barbeque!" he said. "Who?" "The waiter that helped us!" my dad explained. I looked at him, shocked, confused, and then fear set in. Did he see us in their checking each other out? Did he notice the shameless flirting from the handsome waiter, "Sorry?" I managed to say, trying very hard to hide the fear in my voice. He gave me his warmest smile "Come on Bud, I wasn't borne yesterday. I saw the way the two of you was looking at one another!" Holy shit, he saw us. "Dad, I-" "Relax Bud, your mother told me everything!" he said I stood there, unable to move or to think of anything to say. When did she tell him? What did she tell him? "When?" was all I asked, this time I couldn't hide the fear in my voice. He answered almost immediately, "That same day you told her. She made me promise not to say anything. She said that I have to wait, when you are ready you would tell me, I guess after how I treated you these last few months I thought that you would never be ready to tell me, I think I am afraid that you might feel like you can never talk to me . . . " "Dad-"I started to say, but he interrupted me. "No, I don't want to hear any story, It is obvious you liked him and that he likes you, so you are going to go back there and invite him. . . or should I do it?" Surprised and shocked with what was happening I said, "I can't go back there and just invite him. I don't even know his name?" My dad smiled, "Okay then I'll do it!" he said and turned around, walking back to the restaurant. I tried to call him back. He ignored me. I was shocked by everything that was happening, but I will lie if I said that I wasn't a little excited as well. My dad returned a few minutes later with a huge smile on his face and handed me a piece of paper with a name and a telephone number. I still could believe what he had just done. "What did he say?" I asked trying very hard not to sound too excited. "He said you should phone him and ask him yourself!" We did the rest of the shopping and was already late afternoon when we returned to the farm. We quickly unpacked the pick-up and carried the stuff in the house. I was putting away all the groceries while my dad carried all the Christmas decorations and trees into the living room. When we were finished my dad said never knew that shopping could be so exhausting. We went outside and sat down on the Veranda, there was a nice cool breeze blowing. Dad suddenly got up, "I can do with a beer, what do you say you want to have a beer with your old man?" he asked. I smiled, "Thanks, dad that would be nice!" Dad walked back into the house leaving me alone outside, my mind replaying everything that had happened that day. From seeing my dad naked to my dad telling me that he knew I was gay and the whole thing with the waiter. My dad returned a few minutes later, he was shirtless, with two beers in his hand. He looked so hot, a wall of pure muscle, I had a hard time not staring at the bulge in his tight-fitting jeans. He handed me a beer and sat down in the chair next to me. The way he sat I could steal glimpses of his massive bulge. We sat in Silence, both with our thoughts. Suddenly my dad asked, "So when did you know that you liked men more than a woman?" he looked at me, those big brown eyes so warm and full of love. I thought for a few seconds, "I guess I have always known. Since I can remember I have found men more attractive!" I told him. "You need to believe me when I say that I didn't just wake up one morning and decide that I am suddenly gay. I didn't choose this. For a long time, I had difficulty accepting it myself. I was in a constant struggle with myself. But it was my mom who sat me down and told me that I should accept who I was, she told me that it was the only way that I would find happiness." My dad smiled at me, "Your mother was a very wise woman, she always knew what to say!" Silence. I was the one breaking the silence this time. "Dad you said mom told you I was gay when I told her, is that why you never taught me the ins and outs of farming?" He suddenly looked hurt, "No, your mother told me not to force the farm onto you. She said that it must be your choice what you wanted to do. I thought that you might have spoken to her about it and that you planned on doing something else with your life . . . I was hoping that you would farm with me one day!" he said. "Why are you be considering it?" "Very much!" I said. My dad jumped up. "You just made my day, this calls for a celebration!" he said very happily as he stormed into the house. He came back with two more beers. We cheered on my wanting to be a farmer and told me that we will start with my official training in the New Year, now it is time to enjoy each other and get to know each other. It was without any doubt the best day ever since my mother's passing. Thank you for reading. 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