“I told you,” Ted said, “I’m not buying you a car until you leave for college. 

Ted’s sixteen year old son, Mark, put on his pouting face while his brain was working overtime trying to figure out how he could change his father’s mind.

“I’ll be graduating from high school in just a year,” Mark reasoned.  “What would be so terrible if you bought me a car a little before that?  It would certainly improve my social life,” Mark added.

“There’s nothing wrong with your social life.  I’ve noticed that you’re out every Friday and Saturday evenings.  My heart isn’t going to bleed for you.  I’m the one with hardly any social life.”

Mark figured that he wasn’t going to win this day, but he wasn’t about to give up.  He retreated to his bedroom to work on his next strategy. His plan came to him very quickly, but it was so outrageous that Mark shocked himself, and doubted he could go through with it.  Nevertheless his plan possessed him, and he determined to give it a try.

Mark Stone may only have been sixteen, but he knew full well that he was gay, and he was still in the closet.  His father was barely seventeen years older than he was.  Ted Stone was young, handsome, and muscular.  Poor Mark had serious hots for his father.  His bold and dangerous plan was to seduce his sex-starved father and make him so happy in bed that he would gladly buy Mark a car.  Even Mark believed that the whole thing was absurd.  Still, making love with his father was becoming an obsession.

*****

Ted was only sixteen when his life was altered abruptly.  In fact, he was a few months younger than Mark was now.  He was out on a date with his high school girlfriend, Tiffany.  His dad had generously given him his car for the evening in spite of the fact that Ted had obtained his driver’s license only one month prior.    At Tiffany’s insistence, he drove to a well-known trysting place.  It was a lookout spot, at the top of a mountain, with a beautiful view of the city.

The minute they parked the car Tiffany was all over him.  She practically ripped the zipper off his fly, and extracted his very hard prick.  Everything happened so fast, that Ted’s memory of the evening’s events was, to say the least, blurry.

Tiffany started to stroke his throbbing, sixteen-year-old cock, and suddenly she was guiding it into her hot vagina.  Even if he had a condom with him, he was not given a chance to put one on.  He came so fast that Tiffany actually grew angry. 

“Go down on me,” she commanded, and he had no choice but to do as she asked.

When she reached her climax, she told Ted that he didn’t know how to make love to a girl, and there would be no more sex between them.  Furthermore, she was breaking up with him.

Ted was secretly relieved.  He was as much in the closet as his son was a generation later.  He only dated Tiffany to cover his sexual orientation, because he was so ashamed.  His euphoria didn’t last long.  A few weeks later, Tiffany contacted him, and told him that not only was she pregnant, but that he was the father.  They met secretly at the malt shop to discuss this dilemma.

Ted mentioned abortion and Tiffany hit the roof.  Apparently her religious beliefs would not allow her to abort the pregnancy.  Somehow her religious beliefs did not stand in the way of her fornicating outside of a marriage bed.

“I’m putting the baby up for adoption,” she announced as if nothing could change her mind.

That evening Ted confessed the whole mess to his parents.  He didn’t mind telling them at all.  It was better than coming out, and now his folks would think that he was straight.  Ted was an only child, and the thought of raising another baby, just as Ted was leaving the nest, appealed to his parents.

“Tiffany will need your permission to adopt out the baby,” his father said.  “Don’t give it to her.  We’ll back you up and help you raise your child.  You can put icing on the cake by telling Tiffany that you will sign a paper relieving her of all parental responsibility.”

Tiffany was more than happy to relieve herself of parental responsibility so she gladly signed the paper giving sole custody, now and forever, to the father.

Mark was born about two months early but he weighed almost seven pounds.  Ted had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.  For a fleeting moment he doubted that he was the father.  It didn’t matter.  He took one look at the baby, and vowed never to do a paternity test or even an ancestry test.  He fell in love immediately and determined that Mark was his son.  The same thing happened to the grandparents.  They fell in love with Mark, no questions asked.  They cared for him all through Ted’s college years.

The family lived together until Ted’s parents retired and moved to Boca Raton.  In all the early years Mark and Ted were more like brothers, even sharing a bedroom.  They saw each other naked often, as they prepared for bed.  But once they were on their own they took on the roles of father and son, and slept in separated bedrooms.

In all those years, Ted remained celibate.  His greatest fear was being outed and disgracing himself, his parents, and his son.

*****

In a very short time, Mark’s desire to make love to his father grew stronger than his desire to get his own car.

He fought his desires gallantly, but he was entering crisis mode.  Every day he had to act aloof, and control himself from pouncing on his father.

Things were no better with Ted.  From the time Mark was about twelve years old, and began to mature, Ted would dream of fucking his son.  His daydreams became obsessions over the years, and now it was he who had to control himself.  Like father, like son; he even thought of outing himself to Mark just to see his reaction.

Mark beat him to it.  He decided to out himself to his father to see what his reaction would be.  I guess that you might say that yearning brains think alike. 

One Saturday evening, on the day before Father’s Day, Mark did not go out with his friends.  He told Ted that he needed to speak to him about several serious matters, and decided that this night was as good as any.  After dinner, Mark told Ted that he was going to get comfortable and then they could talk.  He ran to his bedroom to change, and came out moments later wearing only a bottom pair of short PJs and no top.  Ted was surprised, but unfortunately he was also very aroused.

“Why don’t you go get comfortable also,” Mark suggested.

Moments later Ted returned, and he was similarly attired (or more accurately, unattired).  Mark sat down on the sofa, so that Ted would not see his erection.  Ted sat down next to him.  Mark took Ted’s arm and draped it over his shoulder.  He hunkered up to Ted as close as he could.  This intimacy caused him to lose all his inhibitions and propriety.  Their near naked bodies pushed hard together.  Mark laid his hand on Ted’s knee.  Ted restrained himself from declaring his carnal love to his son.

He calmed himself, and asked.  “What did you want to talk to me about Mark?”  He never called Mark, “son.”  He always felt more like a brother to him.

Mark moved his hand from Ted’s knees to his thigh.  Ted’s erection threatened to rip his PJs.  Now he had an epiphany.  His son was trying to seduce him.  Mark was as gay as he was.  His heart began to thump so hard, he was sure Mark could feel it.  As happy and excited as he was, he decided to tease Mark.  He made up his mind to appear to be appalled at what Mark was doing.  He would ream his son out, and when Mark was near tears with shame and dishonor, he would embrace him and start to make love with him.

Finally, when Mark’s hand was way up Ted’s thigh, at a point beyond propriety, Ted began his act.

“What the hell are you doing?” he asked suddenly and pushed Mark away from him.  Mark jumped up and fell off Ted.  He wanted to say something but he was tongue-tied, so Ted took the helm.

“You’re acting very inappropriately.  What’s up with you?” Ted feigned mock revulsion.

Mark found his voice at last.  “I don’t know what came over me, but let me try to explain.  I’m gay, Dad, and sitting next to you so intimately must have triggered some gay reaction in me.  I was acting subconsciously without thinking.”  I’m sorry.  It’ll never happen again.”

“So you’re gay,” Ted continued his act.  “I should have known.  You’re a faggy little sissy.”

Mark broke out in heart-breaking violent sobs.  “I’m not a sissy,” he managed to say.  “I’ve never been a sissy.”

“Oh yes, you are,” Ted continued.  “A real man would have gone straight for my cock instead of wasting time playing with my knee and my thigh.”

At first, Ted’s last remark did not penetrate Mark’s sobbing brain, but he did stop crying.  His father had totally confused him, and Ted could see the awe struck look on Mark’s face.  He grabbed his son and pulled him back into his arms.  He began to kiss Mark with an open mouth and their tongues began to make love.

Mark couldn’t remain silent or continue making love with his father.  He pulled away.  “What are you trying to tell me?” he asked.

“That I’m as gay as you are, always have been, always will be, and my cock is dying to make love with yours.”

Mark stared at his father with his mouth open and his jaw dropped down as far as possible.

“If you’re gonna sit there with your mouth open, I sure would appreciate if you wrapped it around my prick and started sucking.” 

Mark smiled at his father and did just that.  After a few strokes of his tongue, Ted stopped him.  They made love all night.  There wasn’t anything they didn’t try.  Manual and oral stimulation suited them fine, but during the course of the night, they must have tried seven different positions for anal sex, which was preceded by rimming.  They gave each other trips around the world, which included toe sucking.  They even fucked in their armpits and between their legs.  They showered twice during the night and experienced their first golden showers.  Both of them came so many times they lost count.  In the wee hours of the morning they fell asleep in each other’s arms, and slept most of the following day.  Just before they fell asleep, Mark kissed his father and whispered in his ear, “Happy Father’s Day.”

From that day on, the two men slept together and made love every night.  Mark was more than content, but Ted wasn’t.  He wanted Mark to find a love of his own, and he wanted the same for himself.  To that end, Ted lost all his restraints, and began to frequent gay bars.  Mark wasn’t happy, but he accepted the inevitable.

Three months before Mark graduated high school, Ted met Colin.  Ironically, they did not meet in a gay bar.  One evening when Mark was hanging out at the mall with his friends, Ted went to see a gay themed movie.  He was waiting his turn at the concession stand, when a handsome man in his late twenties queued up behind him.  They began to talk, and at the risk of creating the biggest cornfield ever, it was love at first sight.

Just before Mark’s graduation, Colin Sanders moved in with the Stones.  Mark gave his father his blessings and moved back into his room.

On the evening of the graduation, the three men went out to dinner to celebrate, and Ted presented Mark with the key to his new used car, a Chevy Malibu.  Ted had never seen Mark so happy.  The morning Mark drove to the State University, Ted and Colin helped him load the car.  Colin kissed Mark first.  Then Ted embraced his son.  He was crying.

“Please,” he said to Mark.  “Promise me you’ll actively pursue your gay life style.  Don’t hide it like I did, and miss out on life’s greatest pleasure.  But also promise me that you’ll always be on the lookout for that someone special; someone to share your life with.  I want you to be as happy as I am.”

With the full knowledge of how happy Ted and Colin were, Mark was delighted to make that promise.