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Jeremy’s story | “My brother and I were contest for my dad’s fondness from his gay lover.”
My mom and dad married in 1967. Early on, it was clear (according to my mom) that dad was more interested in his music (big piano player) than he was in actually taking care of two minute boys. My twin brother and I would be in our cribs, crying (needing to be changed) and mom would appear home from work, and dad would just be playing his piano. Mom divorced him when we were three. Over the years, my mom got remarried to a amazing stepdad, who has since passed away.
After the divorce, Dad moved across the street from us so my brother and I would go across the street to see him. It was pleasant enough. But, one day, we met dad’s “friend” (lover.) He was fun enough when we were kids. But (and this is key), we didn’t *live* with him. We didn’t move in with my dad until 1980 after my mom had moved to another house.
Once we did move in with dad and his “friend,” we had some nice times,……until you ticked his friend off. THEN, wow: would he come *unglued.* Constant sniping, and unwavering criticism, and **never, ever stopping arguing.** Keeping you up at night
My Son's First Time: A Dad/Son Queer Incest Story
Rick is a single dad and is concerned about his son Colin. Though Colin's an adult now, in many ways he's still rather juvenile. Having failed calculus twice, he's still in lofty school. But more concerning, Rick is sure that Colin is inexperienced in certain ways of sex, and even self-pleasure.
On a steamy summer day, the kind of evening where Rick and Colin would expend the afternoon lounging by the backyard pool, Colin seems different somehow. They play their usual pool games, but Colin takes it a step further, demanding certain closeness and body touches from his father.
Rick struggles to maintain that hard line between father and son. But despite his best endeavors, a different hardness comes between them, a hardness that leads to Rick not thinking straight.
The games escalate until it's no longer a game, and Rick is scared that soon he won't be competent to hold help on that rigid line no father should cross…that soon, he'll be instructing Colin on those lessons about his body he's been ignoring for far too long…
My Son's First Time is a 13,000-word limited story.
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My 10 year old son has still not been potty trained. He still wears diapers and just like any parent does with their baby, I change my 10 year ancient son’s diaper. Unlike most parents, I always get a boner when I change him and have to excuse myself to the bathroom for a jerk off. This time, I don’t excuse myself from the room. My 22 year old son is away at university and when he returns he’ll be in for the shock of his life!
A fictitious story about the romantic and sexual partnership between a daddy and his two sons... one of which is a 10 year antique who still wears diapers and the other is a university student.
⚠️ EXTREMELY UNDERAGE, INCEST, DIAPERS, SCAT, AND WATERSPORTS! ⚠️
THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION AND I DO NOT CONDONE THE UNDERAGE CONTENT IN REAL LIFE!
This work is currently completed, but I may continue it in the future.
Father opens up about coming out to his 3 sons: I'm still the same dad as before
"Good Morning America" is featuring stories in celebration of Pride Month. Scott Takacs, a 46-year-old and father of three, penned a personal essay about his experience coming out as a gay man to his sons. Scan about his journey below in his own words.
Coming out at 42
I was 42 years old when I came out to my wife. It was 15 months later that I started that matching conversation with my three boys -- 9-year-old twins and an 11-year-old.
The whole experience is somewhat of a blur, mostly in part to the truth that at that point in my life there was a lot of change happening and some significant pent-up emotions. There wasn't much of a plan, no guidebook in hand, only goals that I hoped my boys would start the process of kind and accepting their dad for whom I truly was: a gay man.
It had been a long 15 months since coming out to my wife, an experience I unfortunately wouldn't depict as positive, enjoyable or something I ever want to repeat. It was wrought with the happiness of finally telling the closest person in my true identity, while simultaneously ripping her wo