Where the Apple Falls
This nine story collection features the loving between fathers and their sons, a love that dares to push the very boundaries of society. With a lust that overrides all norms, what will these fathers and sons do when their desires demand the ultimate satisfaction? Will these nine couples find their incestuous cravings lead to happiness despite their taboo nature leaving them begging for release? More
Nine unique stories of sex between fathers and their sons, of love that knows no boundaries, of lust that overrides all norms and whose desires cannot be ignored. Can a son find true happiness and satisfaction in his father's arms? These stories uncover the truth by exposing the old gay stereotype for what they are—total lies. These compelling novels expose facts that society has ignored too long, they tell of whispered intimacies between fathers and son. Please don’t hesitate to read these taboo stories of ravishing crushes.
One Saturday afternoon Marie and Jessica had gone off shopping – something to do with the grandkids. I came in from cutting the grass and tapped on Thom’s bedroom door and went in. He was lying on the bed with the window blinds closed. In the dim light I saw he had on the chinos and tennis shirt he usually wore. I crossed over to the window and drew open the blinds, letting some light in.
Turning to him I said, “What’s up, fella. I need to know what’s going on with you. Things ain’t right.”
I’m a straight talking guy. I don’t like bull-shit or gobbledygook. Thom knows me. He and I had never done a lot of the son and dad stuff, but I did more than just provide for him. I had made sure he knew I was always there for him and as long as he didn’t do something criminally stupid I’d back him up. He trusted me.
As adults we were more like two casual friends who respected each other. Like two guys who hadn’t formed a close friendship yet, but who might one day. The potential was there.
He said, “I don’t know how to tell you.”
I said, “I do. Just spit it out…now.”
He sat up. “Dad, I’m thirty-years old…and I’ve never had sex.”
My usual reaction would be to blurt out something like, “You’re bullshitting me” or “You’re full of crap”, but for once I showed restraint. I simply said, “Seriously?”
He said, “I know, it’s hard to believe, but it’s true.”
I said, “But what about some of those girls you used to date?”
He said, ‘Dad, there’s something else. I’m gay.”
I wasn’t shocked, but I was surprised. I said, “So? Gay people have sex – a lot.”
He laughed. “Yeah, I know, but I was always too afraid.”
I asked, “Afraid of what?”
He said, “Of everything. Of getting caught, of getting beat up, of catching something, of being rejected. You name it. I don’t know why. Several times I tried, but when I got near I panicked. I ran away.”
God, now I was getting depressed. For once I was at a loss for words. I’d never been faced with a conversation like this before. Inanely I said, “So you’ve never done anything with anyone.”
He said, “No.”
In desperation I asked, “Then how do you know you’re gay?” Before the question was out of my mouth I knew it was stupid.
He simply answered, “I’ve known since I was a teenager. It’s just something you figure out. I wasn’t attracted to girls. I liked looking and thinking about boys. And I’ve looked at a lot of gay porn on the computer. I know what I like.”
Porn isn’t something I’ve ever had an interest in. I mean it isn’t satisfying. To the contrary, it just made me hornier, and that’s something I never needed.
I sat silently for a minute and then quietly said, “This is just a question, so don’t freak out. Think about it. Would you suck MY dick?”
Without hesitation he said, “Yes.”
I hadn’t expected such a quick answer. It threw me. I had to wait a couple of beats, but then I asked, “Think before answering, but would you LIKE to suck me?”
Again he immediately answered, “Yes.”
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