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Authors note: Part one is told from Dad’s perspective.
I had just recently turned 40. My son Jack had just turned 18. When I was 22 years old, I got my “girlfriend” pregnant. I was gay and hiding from myself. So, I pretended to be straight and dated Dawn. Next thing I knew she was pregnant.
The best thing that I ever did was to convince her to carry the baby to fullterm. She had no interest in having a baby and really didn’t even want to be pregnant because it might interfere with her career. But I was able to convince her to carry the baby to term. The deal was that she would carry the baby to term and then I would take our son or daughter and raise them by myself.
She had no interest in being a part of our child’s life. I didn’t really care so long as I had my child. So we struck a bargain.To her credit, she was as good as as her word. She has never been a part of Jack’s life, which has been hard on him at times. I’ve done my best to be both father and mother to him.
Jack was born a beautiful baby boy. I have loved and cherished him all of his life. I’ve been there for all of his firsts. I was the one to potty train him. I was the one to teach him how to ride a bike. I was the one to teach him how to drive. I was there for all the good times and the bad times, for all the easy times and all the hard times.
To say that I love Jack unconditionally is an understatement. I love him more than anything else in the world. I would do anything for him and I think that he knows that.
Jack has grown from a beautiful baby boy to a beautiful young man. He’s average height with a swimmer’s build from being on the high school swim team for years. I’ve long suspected that he’s also gay. He never seemed interested in girls and was always hanging out with his friends and team mates. He’s never been in a relationship, that I know of. He seems to prefer casual relationships.
Since graduating high school, he’s grown his hair out which I really like on him. It looks good. Everything about him looks good. I have to admit that if I were his age, I would totally be into him. I’ve often found myself thinking about him in inappropriate ways.
The fact that I’ve raised him to be a good, responsible, caring young man also adds to the attraction. I’ve never acted on my feelings. But sometimes it’s very hard to contain myself. Jack is also a very affectionate person. We hug a lot. It’s not uncommon for us to cuddle up on the couch if we’re watching TV or a movie together.
We’ve never stopped kissing on the cheek and sometimes on the lips. Most kids get uncomfortable or grow out of it. Not Jack. It might sound a little weird, but that’s just how we’ve always been. We’ve always been very close and affectionate towards one another.
I’ve taught Jack that it’s important to tell the people how much you care about them. So Jack is frequently telling me that he loves me and I frequently tell him that I love him. Lately he’s been calling me daddy. He hasn’t done that since he was very young, I have to say it’s kind of a turn on.
I see both my best and his mother’s best features in him. I’m a little taller than average height and have stayed pretty much in shape. I’m not sure how to categorize myself these days. I don’t fall neatly into gay categories and it’s been a millennia since I went on a date. I guess that I’m just a daddy. Raising Jack has been a more than full time job, given that I’m a single parent. So, I’m left to take matters into my own hands, which translates to porn and jerking off, trying not to get caught by my son, who still lives at home.
About six months after Jack’s 18th birthday he got into a serious car accident. One of his friends was driving too fast in the rain and lost control. Fortunately, no one was seriously hurt but it was one of the worst moments of my life wondering if he’d be OK. He was in the hospital for a little while and ended up having both arms put in casts. He was immobilized from knuckles to above his elbows, which rendered him pretty helpless.
After they released him from the hospital, I brought him home. I helped him out of the car and sat him down at the kitchen table. I made his favorite meal for dinner. He’s always loved my spaghetti carbonara. It was interesting helping him eat the carbonara. He kind of got it all over his face but I could tell he really enjoyed it, especially after all of that hospital food.
“Thanks, dad. That was the best. I love your carbonara.” Jack beamed up at me as I cleared the table.
“It’s the least I can do for you after what you’ve been through. Give me a few minutes to clean up the kitchen and I can help you with whatever you need.” I said, messing up his hair.
“Uh, yeah about that…” Jack started. “I might need your help sooner than that. I really have to pee and I can’t undo my pants. Can you just lower them for me? I can duck walk to the bathroom.”
“Now that would be a site!” I laughed. “I’ll go into the bathroom with you. I don’t want you to fall and hurt yourself further.” I put the dishes on the counter and followed him into the downstairs bathroom.
Jack stood in front of the toilet and turned toward me. I could tell that he was a little embarrassed. I raised the toilet lid so that he could sit and knelt down in front of him.
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Jackie. I’m happy to take care of you. I’ve seen you naked all of your life.” I reassured him. Though it had been years since I’d seen him naked. Not since he was on the swim team. And the swimsuit left little to the imagination.
“Yeah, I know dad. Still it’s a little humiliating being in this situation.” He replied sheepishly.
“Jackie, it wasn’t your fault. You weren’t even driving. I’m just glad that you’re ok.” I said. I lowered his pants and briefs and tried not to stare at his cock, which even though I was trying not to look, I could tell was beautiful. I could tell at a glance that he had been manscaping. “There you go. Just holler when you’re done and I’ll do you up again.”
He thanked me and I went back to my cleanup, closing the bathroom door behind me. I rinsed the plates and loaded up the dishwasher. I was about to start cleaning up the serving bowl when I heard Jack calling for me to come help him. He sounded like he was upset.
I rushed back into the bathroom to find Jack on the floor. He was crying and couldn’t get himself up.
“Jack!” I cried. I immediately rushed over and helped him up, which wasn’t easy. His pants and briefs were tangled around his feet and ankles so he had trouble finding his footing. It looked like he had overextended his reach and toppled off the toilet and before he finished peeing.
His pants and briefs were a little wet. I decided that it was probably best to sit him back on the toilet. I got him back and steady but he was still crying pretty hard.
“Hey, hey, hey. It’s ok.” I brought him into a hug and stroked his hair. “You’re ok. I’m here.” I did my best to reassure and comfort him. I could imagine how upset and frustrated he was. If I were in his situation, I’m not sure I would be handling it quite so well as he had been.
“I’m sorry, daddy. I wanted to grab some wipes and made a mess of everything.” He sobbed.
I hugged him tighter. “You don’t have to be sorry. I’ve got you.” I whispered gently. “Are you ok now?”
He sniffed and was calmer now. “I’m better now that you’re here. I’m sorry again, daddy.” The “daddys” were getting to me. I quickly grabbed some tissues and dried his eyes. I cupped his face in my hand and looked him in the eyes.
“I told you. I’ve got you, ok? I’ve always got you.” I told him and gently kissed his forehead. “I love you, Jack. I will always do anything for you.”
“I love you too, dad. I know you are always there for me. You always have been. I love you so much.” He said softly. “I made quite a mess of things though.” He laughed at himself and the absurdity of the situation.
“I just never knew you were into water sports.” I joked. Which made us both crack up with laughter. “Let’s get these wet things off.” I pulled off his sneakers, socks, and then his pants and briefs. “I’ll go grab you some fresh things but we’ve got to get you cleaned up first.”
Without giving him a chance to protest, I grabbed a washcloth and soap and filled a basin with some warm soapy water. “Might as well get all of you while we’re at it.” I removed his tshirt. The sleeves had to be cut off to make it possible to put it on over the casts.
So here was my son. Naked and sitting on the toilet. Even with the casts he was beautiful. I smiled at him affectionately and started to clean him up. I began with his beautiful face, making sure to get behind his ears. Moving to his neck and torso, I carefully washed his shoulders and arms, being careful of the casts. I made sure to get his pits.
As I started washing lower, I could tell that he was a little nervous. He was actually blushing a little. “Don’t be embarrassed, Jack. I’ve got the same equipment.” I reassured him. “This will be a little easier if you stand up.” I helped him up and then got back on my knees. I was face to face with his cock. I could smell his musk and it was having an effect on me.
I began washing his groin area and made sure to not miss any spots. I was particularly thorough, paying special attention to his cock and balls. As was to be expected, he started getting hard.
“Sssorry, dad. It’s just…it feels different when someone else touches it.” Jack stammered.
“It’s perfectly natural, son. I would be worried if you didn’t get hard.” I told him. “Turn around so that I can get the other side.”
Jack turned around and was showing me his ass. There’s really only one word to describe it. Perfect. He has the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen. I washed his cheeks and then, with my finger inside the washcloth, I washed around his asshole. Again, I had to be thorough of course. Jack let out a little moan as the warm soapy cloth massaged around the rim of his hole.
Fuck, now I was getting hard. “Ok, Jackie.” I managed. “Sit back down and I’ll finish your legs and feet.
“Ummm, dad. I think I’m good.” He said nervously.
“Jack, I told you there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Don’t be a baby.” I said a little sharper than I meant to. My horniness was making me impatient. “I’m sorry, Jack. I didn’t mean to snap. It’s ok, baby.” I offered apologetically.
“Ok. I’m sorry about this.” He managed before turning around with the most intense erection. It was at full mast, red and starting to drip precum. Jack closed his eyes and turned his head up to face the ceiling.
To be continued….
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