It Had To Happen
(Revised)
by: Tom Borden
© 2007-2008 by the author
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My name is Luke, and I'm rather up in years. Not so old, however,
that I cannot recall with clarity the life-altering events of my youth. I was an
only child, blessed with wonderful parents who'd encouraged me to be a good and
worthy person. I am also a homosexual. But that was virtually the only secret I
tried to keep from them. I was always certain they'd be disappointed in me if
they knew. I had no doubt I could deal with my sexuality on my own without
upsetting the happy equilibrium in our family.
When I was fifteen, my grandmother, who lived close to five hundred miles from
us, fell quite ill. My mother went to be with her when she learned the illness
was terminal. That left my dad and me alone to fend for ourselves until she
returned.
Dad had been brought up on a South Texas ranch, but after high school, went to
college and became an engineer, eventually opening up his own firm. In his
youth, he'd been a cowboy and ranch hand on the family ranch and was an
excellent horseman. He grew strong and muscular. Not body-builder muscular, but
nicely formed with gently curving muscles, well distributed. From as far back as
I could remember, he and I felt no shame in our house to see each other naked
during those times we moved to and from the bathroom or getting dressed. There
was nothing deliberate about our being naked around each other. It was all very
casual. Casual, that is, except for my gnawing attraction to my dad. My mom
never objected to our nudity, but she always kept herself covered up.
Mom was gone for a little over a month, and Dad and I managed to keep life at
home going. But we ate out a lot since our home cooking never got well beyond
putting frozen pizzas in the oven.
One day that summer, Dad, who had just turned thirty-seven, had to go to a
conference in Dallas, and was not keen on leaving me home alone for that week at
the age of only fifteen. So he insisted I go with him. We would stop along the
way and do some sightseeing to make it a little more interesting for me.
Although we'd done very little that first day out, other than drive and stop off
for gas a couple of times, we were both tired and went to bed early after our
showers. The next day, I walked around Dallas and went in some stores while Dad
was working. That evening, we had a good dinner at the hotel and then went
directly up to our room. Dad read the paper from cover to cover, while I watched
TV. At about ten o'clock, he said he was going to take his shower and go to bed.
When he was finished, he climbed into his bed naked and under the covers. It was
never his habit to wear pajamas. It was then my turn to shower. But I found
there was so little hot water left, I made it a quicker one than usual.
When I came back into the room, I was startled to see my dad lying naked on the
top of the covers, masturbating. When he saw me, he stopped and quickly covered
his penis with both hands, as though I'd never seen his penis before. Of course,
at that moment it was hard. The only times I had seen him with a hard-on was
when he'd get out of bed in the morning with the usual morning erection.
He was obviously very upset that I saw him. He said only, "I'm sorry. I didn't
realize you'd finished so quickly." He kept his hands cupped over his hard
penis.
"It's all right, Dad." It was all I could think to say. I quickly jumped into my
bed and under the sheet.
I think Dad thought he should make some explanation. "I just miss your mother so
much. That's all. I'm sorry."
"I know," I said as I averted my eyes. "Mom's been gone a long time."
"I didn't mean to shock you, son. It's something all guys have to do sometimes.
I think you're at the age where you know about that."
I could hear the nervous quaver in his voice. "Yes." By saying yes, I knew I'd
just confirmed that I masturbated, also. Something I never would have admitted
to him under normal circumstances.
I knew he was embarrassed and I felt it was up to me to put him at ease. I
turned on my side, facing away from him. "Go ahead, Dad. It doesn't bother me. I
know how it is." After a few minutes I lay on my back again and could see him
through the corner of my eye.
"Thanks, Luke." Dad took his hands away from his penis and clutched it with his
right hand, but he didn't resume stroking it. He just looked at me.
"Luke, I know you're at the age where you know about sexual things. I should
have talked to you when you were about twelve as you were entering puberty. Like
my own father did when he gave me the "Facts of Life talk." But I just didn't. I
think maybe this might be a good time to talk about it now. Would that be okay?"
"I don't know. I guess so. If you want to."
"I think being caught . . . you know . . . doing this, is the obvious opening
for such a talk. You do understand, don't you, that all men masturbate. I'm not
doing anything unusual. It's nothing to be shocked about. Even though you may
think I don't know, I'm fully aware that you do it, like all men do. Especially
at your age. Teenagers are full of raging hormones."
I chuckled a little. "Yeah, but all the guys try to keep it a secret from their
parents."
"I know. I didn't want my parents to know, either. But that's foolish. Every
man, every father in the world does it."
"Dad, I didn't know grown-up men did it. At least not married men. I always
thought it was just some naughty thing kids do."
"Of course grown-ups do it. Every man in the world does it, married or not, all
his life until. . . you know . . . he can't get it up anymore."
My dad's penis was still hard and he held his hand tightly around it without
stroking. He then started in his "Facts of Life" talk. I could tell he was
nervous. He talked very clinically about it, describing the anatomy of both men
and women, the function of the prostate and the testicles, the process of
ovulation, the attachment of the sperm to an egg, etc., etc. My own penis became
a steel rod, and I held it like he did under my sheet. To hear my own father
talk about sex in such detail made the blood rush to my head. I tried not to be
obvious about my frequent glances at his penis. As he talked I could see a
little semen bubbling out of it.
"Now, the whole process of fucking . . . . or intercourse, I mean."
It was the first time I ever heard my dad say the word "fuck." I could tell it
just came out and it flustered him a little.
"I didn't mean to use street language, son. I . . . ."
"It's okay, dad. I know that word, and a lot of others."
"Well, I might as well speak in the vernacular. I've already got myself deep
into this. I might as well go all the way."
"That's fine, Dad. They're the words everyone uses."
"You know, the whole process of . . . fucking . . . is a complicated
physiological one. You can't do it unless your penis is hard. And the only time
it gets hard is when you are sexually excited, except of course when we wake up
in the morning with a good stiff one. Then the brain sends a signal for your
cock . . . I mean . . . for your penis to gorge with blood and get really stiff.
Boys your age have hard-ons all the time, it seems. I did when I was your age. I
admit I thought about sex almost all the time. You know how that is?"
"Yes, I do." I wondered if he knew how excited I was getting while he talked. I
was always attracted to dad's body and fantasized about being in bed with him. I
was embarrassed when he first started talking about it. But suddenly, I wasn't
embarrassed at all. I wanted him to keep talking about sex. I wanted him to
start stroking again so I could watch him go through his orgasm and shoot his
sperm. God, how I wanted to see that.
He turned his head and looked at me for several moments. "Son, have you had the
experience, yet? I mean, I know you're only fifteen, but have you . . . ever,
you know . . . fucked a woman?"
"No. A couple of my friends say they have, though."
"I'm glad to hear that. I may be old fashioned, but you're too young. But you
have felt sexual desire to fuck a woman. Right?
I didn't know what to say. So I said, "I don't know."
Dad rolled slightly onto his side and looked straight into my eyes. "You have a
lot of friends, don't you? I mean, a lot of male friends."
"Yes."
"Surely you talk with them about sex. I remember when I was a teenager. Since
I'm talking with you very frankly, I'll admit some of my friends and I got
together sometimes and had what we called "Circle Jerks." Do you know what that
is?"
"Yes. I've done that with some of my friends after school."
"It's kind of exciting, isn't it?"
I felt a sudden need to be very careful. If I wasn't careful, I might make him
think I liked boys, and that would be bad. "Yeah, it's exciting."
"Luke, tell me. It's exciting being in that kind of a sexual situation with
other guys, isn't it? More than with women?"
"I don't know, Dad. I haven't been with any women."
"I mean just the thought of being with a woman. You feel more excited being with
. . . you know . . . other boys."
I knew I was coming dangerously close to his realizing I was a homosexual. But
somehow, I didn't care at that moment. Maybe he should know about me. We were
talking about sex. Maybe I should just let it all hang out.
"Yes," I said. "It is more exciting doing it with those guys."
"I didn't mean to bait you, son. I suspected it. And I think it's only right
that you were truthful with me. I'm your dad, and I want you to know I
understand."
My penis began to throb and I instinctively started to stroke it under the
sheet. He was looking at the tent in my sheet and it was obvious I was stroking
my penis.
"That's alright, son. You caught me in the middle of jerking off, and I guess it
has to be finished. Go ahead. We might as well do it together. I guess neither
of us can hide it anymore.
He started stroking very slowly, and I threw my sheet off and felt no
embarrassment to stroke my raging tool with him. My God, I thought. He knows I'm
gay, and he didn't scream at me. He just said he understood.
He stopped stroking and said, "Let's hold off for a little bit.
I was close, but I stopped.
"I hope you're not embarrassed over admitting to me about . . . you know . . .
your feeling for boys."
I said, "I never thought I'd ever admit it. I thought you'd hate me if you
knew."
"I'm far from hating you, Luke. But I want you to be comfortable with your
sexuality. And you don't have to have secrets from me. I think it takes a lot of
guts for a boy to admit to his father that he's . . . homosexual. And I admire
you for being open about it. That knowledge will remain strictly between you and
me."
Dad hesitated. There was sweat on his forehead and on his upper lip. It was
almost like he was troubled about something.
"There's something I have to tell you, Luke. Have you ever heard of
bisexuality?"
"Sure."
"Luke, I never thought I would tell you this, but I'm a bisexual."
I don't know why, but I smiled. And then my eyes filled with tears. The evening
so far had been unbelievable. But by then, it had become like a dream. Like my
wildest fantasy coming true.
"You are? That means you like . . . I mean you're excited by both . . . ." I
wanted him to know I was happy. But those damnable tears ran in streams down my
face. My own dad was sexually excited over men. I wanted to leap from my bed
into his. But I didn't."
"You're not disappointed in me, are you, son? I couldn't stand that if you were.
"No. I love you, Dad. Does Mom know?
"Yes. I made it clear to her before we were married. And she was alright with it
as long as she didn't find out about anything I might do with other men."
"Did you do stuff with other men, Dad?"
"Yes, but only when I was out of town at conferences and the like. I never
flaunted it near your mother."
I was full of questions. "When did you first realize you . . . you know . . .
you liked men?"
"When I was living on the ranch. I was in high school. I rode out on my horse
one day at the invitation of one of the young cowboys. We stopped for a quick
swim in a stream about three miles from the house. We stripped down and, while
we were in the water, he took hold of me and kissed me. We went up on the shore
and lay in the grass where we made love."
"What did you do? I mean . . . maybe I shouldn't ask that."
"He kissed me and caressed my body and then he fucked me, Luke. And that was the
beginning."
"He fucked you? How could he do that?"
"You'll find out sometime, Luke. Right up the asshole."
"Didn't it hurt?"
"At first, yes. But it was one of the most wonderful experiences I ever had."
"Did you keep doing stuff with him after that?"
Dad laughed. "You want me to describe everything, don't you. I can see the idea
excites you."
"You know it does, Dad."
"We did oral sex several times."
"What do you mean? You mean with your mouth. You mean, he shot into your mouth?"
"Yes. Semen is just water and a little protein. It's harmless. But it tastes
good."
"I've never tasted it."
"Try tasting your own sometime."
I could hardly believe my dad was telling me all this. It was like I was in a
dream. I was so sexually charged, it felt like my whole gut was going to
explode. He then began stroking his penis faster, and I did the same. I wanted
to leap up and throw myself onto his body. But I was afraid.
"Dad, could I come over to your bed and lie next to you so we can do it
together?"
He scooted over a little and patted the bed as an invitation to come over. I lay
there next to him with my heart pounding. My hand was shaking so, that it was
automatically jerking my penis without my even trying. I took a chance and moved
my leg up against his as we stroked. The soft hair on his leg tickled mine. He
didn't move away. I turned my head and looked at his face. He was staring at my
hard cock, and I could see that tell-tale look of sexual frenzy building in his
eyes.
Did he want me as much as I wanted him at that moment? If I moved my face closer
to his and kissed him, would he pull away? If I reached over and cupped his long
ball sack in my hand, would he push my hand away? I heard my dad's breathing
getting heavier and felt the muscles in his leg tensing. I was sure he was
pushing it harder against mine.
Almost breathless, Dad said, "Are you ready, Luke? Huh?"
"Yes, yes. Right now. I'm ready."
He suddenly threw his leg over on mine and raised his hips. I watched as he
grunted and spewed out several volleys of thick white cum onto his stomach and
chest. At every spurt, he grunted and bucked his hips. As sperm was now
dribbling out over his hand, I let go with my own. I closed my eyes as the most
powerful orgasm I'd ever had swept over my whole body. My cum landed on my neck,
my chin, and my cheek.
As I lay there trying to get my breath, all I could say was, "Oh, God. Oh, God."
I rolled to the side toward him slightly and threw my leg over his. I saw his
chest heaving as he fought to get his breath.
We were soon lying quietly and looking into each other's eyes. It was as though
we were then at one with each other. Our secrets were out in the open.
Dad finally said, "Are you all right with this, son?"
"More than all right, Dad."
"I'll tell one more secret," Dad said. "I've wanted this for so long, but never
in a million years did I think it would happen."
"And my last secret is that I wanted it, too," I said. "I dreamed of it
happening. And it filled all of my jack-off fantasies."
He looked at my face. "You've got a pretty good mess of thick white stuff on
your face. Now's your opportunity to see what it tastes like."
"I'd rather taste yours, Dad."
"Go ahead," he said. "There's a good pile of it on my chest."
I tried to scoop some of my dad's cum up in my fingers, but it kept dropping
off.
He turned his body toward me and said, "Use your tongue, Luke. You can get it
all that way."
I got up and straddled his body and took my time lapping up his cum, feeling and
tasting his skin on my tongue. When I was through, he raised my head with his
hands and ran his tongue over my chin and cheek. It felt good to have his sperm
in my mouth. It was like cutting our wrists and mixing our blood. We were
inextricably tied to each other sexually.
And we were exhausted. We fell back and were soon asleep.
When I awoke the next morning, Dad was still asleep, but he had his arms around
me and his body pressed tightly against mine.
When we got up, we spoke very little, and Dad was soon off to his conference. I
wondered if he regretted the night before. After the maid had finished, I spent
the day in the room thinking about it. My fantasies were going wild, and I
jacked off twice.
That evening, when he came back to the room, I greeted him with a kiss and a
quick grope of his crotch.
"Luke," he said. "I worried all day that you might be uncomfortable about last
night. But it looks like you weren't."
"Dad, I was thinking about you and mom. A lot of times, I heard the two of you
in your room at night making all sorts of sounds. I knew you were fucking her.
Is she a good lover? Can you tell me about it?"
"Of course, Luke. We don't have any more secrets from each other. You bet she's
a good lover. You want to know what we do? Okay. First, I get her good and ready
for sex by licking and sucking on her pussy. It gets her juices flowing. I
usually bring her to orgasm by rubbing her clit with my tongue before I even
start fucking her. Then she plays with my balls and sucks a little on my penis
to get it good and hard. We do a lot of this foreplay for about a half hour
before I actually fuck her. Sometimes I do it doggy style, and sometimes from
the front with her legs in the air. What she really likes to do is to have me on
my back and lowers herself onto my cock."
"Wow," I said. "I can tell when Mom's cumming. I hear her squealing."
"While I'm fucking your mother, she has multiple orgasms. Sometimes three or
four before I have mine. She gets so hot that she even has an orgasm once in a
while when I'm fucking her in the ass."
"You fuck her in the ass?" I wasn't sure I heard him right.
"Sometimes. The asshole is tighter than a cunt, and it really feels good."
"When you fuck guys, it's in the asshole, too?"
"That's right."
"I'll bet it's great. I wish I knew what he feels like. Does it hurt?"
"Sometimes, but usually only when the head pops in."
We were lying in his bed with our naked bodies touching. Dad was on his back
with his knees up. I reached around and put my fingers in his hairy crack. Then
I touched his asshole with my index finger.
"Have you had a man's penis up this hole?"
"Sure. Many times. You can push your finger in a little bit and get an idea of
how tight it is."
I pushed it in and felt the warmth of his rectum and loved the spasms of his
sphincter muscle as it clamped on my finger.
"I'd love to have your hard penis inside of me, Dad. I need to know how it
feels."
"I don't think we should go that far, son. It'll happen to you soon enough."
"Please, Dad." I brought my legs up with my thighs against my chest. Please,
Dad. I want you in me. Please. I know you want to do it. I want you to be the
first."
Dad gave me a big smile as he got up and went to his suitcase. He came back with
a bottle of something. He crouched in front of me and smeared some creamy stuff
all over his penis and into my crack.
"Well, son, you've got a nice smooth crack. Someday it'll fill up with hair like
mine. I like a hairy crack."
He began to mount me, and I felt the head of his penis pressing against my hole.
It hurt just a little, but when the head popped in, it felt wonderful.
"I'm going to push it all the way in, son. Tell me if it hurts. It should feel
wonderful when my hard rod pushes against your prostate."
Dad started pushing it in and out, faster and faster, and harder and harder. I
looked up at his handsome face. Beads of sweat had appeared on his forehead. I
reached up and took hold of his hard nipples as a look of extreme erotic
pleasure swept over his face. The muscles in his chest were rippling with every
stroke. I ran my hands over the soft hair on his strong arms. They felt so
silky. His breathing was becoming more labored, and the intense look on his face
was becoming contorted. I felt his penis enlarging inside of me. I didn't want
him to cum yet. I wanted the feeling of him buried inside of me to last forever.
"Oh, Fuck!" he growled, over and over, as I felt his penis throbbing against the
walls of my rectum and the warm flow of his sperm. Sweat was rolling off his
chest onto mine. With another loud growl, he collapsed on top of me. I kissed
his face all over, loving the salty taste of his sweat. We lay there for a long
time with his body heaving on mine as he tried to regain his breath.
"I love you, Dad. I love you so much. Lie here forever on me. Never get up."
Dad finally rolled over on his back and stared at the ceiling, his penis slowly
wilting, but still hard. I leaned over and kissed and licked his chest, his
stomach, and then buried my lips and tongue in his heavy snarl of pubic hair. I
had no inhibitions, I began to feel like an animal, wanting to devour his whole
beautiful body. I ran my tongue up and around his shaft and took the head of his
penis in my mouth.
We said nothing. Finally Dad said very softly, "Fuck me, Luke. Please. Fuck me."
As though I knew exactly what I was doing, I pushed his legs up high and thrust
my face into his crack. I slashed my tongue through the hair in his crack until
the tip of it felt his hole. It was clenching over and over, as though it were
inviting me in. I was in a trance. I grabbed the bottle and did what he did. I
smeared the goo on my penis and over his asshole.
He held his legs up with his hands behind his knees. The look on his face was
one I'd never seen on my Dad. It was like a ravenous animal.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" he growled over and over, almost like a madman. He reached
up and grabbed my hips and pulled them down. My hard penis slipped easily into
his rectum, as though he had somehow opened up his asshole wide for my entrance.
"Pound me hard, Luke. Pound the shit out of me." He was in such a sexual frenzy,
I wondered for a moment if he'd suddenly become insane. As I fucked him harder
and harder, he bucked his hips against my pelvis. I can't describe what I felt,
having myself inside my dad. I wanted my whole body to be sucked inside of him.
I wanted to hold off as long as I could, but it was no use. My orgasm took hold
of me so powerfully, I was helpless. As I felt my cum surging up my shaft and
into him, I saw great globs of sperm shooting from his own penis onto his
stomach.
I collapsed onto dad's body, gasping for air. I felt his arms around me, holding
me tight against his body, his sperm squishing between our stomachs. He kissed
me all over my face and slashed his tongue inside my mouth.
I didn't remember what happened after that until I woke up the next morning. Dad
was propped up on one elbow looking down at me and smiling. He took hold of the
sheet and threw it off of me. I had my usual morning erection, hard and
throbbing.
Without a word, Dad, scooted down and began kissing and licking my legs,
starting at my ankles.
As he progressed up over my calves, he said, "You have such sweet, beautiful
legs, Luke. Such a soft dusting of hair on them."
His tongue went up over my knees. When he reached the soft fleshy part of my
upper inner thighs, I gasped with the pleasure of it. Lying now on his stomach
between my stretched out legs, he took my balls into his mouth.
"Oh, Luke, you have a nice long ball sack like I have. Such soft, delicate skin
on my tongue."
His tongue traveled up and around my hard penis. "I love to feel the hard veins
that encircle your penis."
He took the full length of my throbbing rod into his mouth. I watched his head
bobbing up and down with a delicious slurping noise. His curly hair had fallen
forward and tickled my stomach as he went. Again, I couldn't hold it, and I felt
my penis throbbing against the roof of his mouth. When I was through, he pulled
off and scooted up to kiss me. He hadn't swallowed my sperm, and let it flow
into my mouth as we kissed. It ran out and down my chin, and with his tongue and
lips smeared it around on my face.
"I love you, Luke. My God, how I love you.
He got up briefly and hung the Do Not Disturb sign on the door. We spent the
rest of the day in bed loving each other's bodies, our sweat- and cum-covered
bodies. We had no inhibitions.
For many years after that, we used every excuse we could think of to be alone
together. We remained lovers in the true sense of the word until the end of his
life. We had many experiences, including threesomes and foursomes involving
friends and pick-ups. We even had a true gangbang party once. It warms me to
think of the gallons and gallons of his sperm that I've taken into my mouth and
rectum over the years, and the gallons and gallons of my own sperm shot into his
body. His sexual activity with Mom came to an end only a few years after his and
my first encounter. And he finally admitted that he'd come to realize he'd never
really been bisexual. He'd been kidding himself. He'd been a pure homosexual all
along.
I thank God for that night so long ago when I had to cut short my shower because
the water wasn't hot. Otherwise, I would never have caught my dad by surprise
while he was masturbating. I never married, but I wonder from time to time that,
if I had married and had a son, would I have been so lucky as to have become his
lover.
Now as I jack off this old penis of mine every night, I can only dream of it,
imagining that it's being stroked by my dad's hand or sliding in and out of his
rectum or his mouth. Life is good.
Posted: 07/25/08