He became a father on his sixteenth birthday.  That’s not how he had envisioned or planned his life, but as bad as things seemed to be that day, in the end, all turned out well.

Sherman Barone was dating a girl with the reputation of being the biggest slut in his high school.  He was certain that she suffered from nymphomania, but he could care less.  At fifteen, he was one of the few boys in his high school who was having sex, and getting laid regularly.  That’s what’s important to a teen-aged boy with raging hormones.  He didn’t even care if she was fucking other boys.  He was getting his, and that was all that mattered.

He was always one to be very careful, and he used protection as if it were some sort of religious rite.  Notwithstanding his caution, Trisha got pregnant.  Sherm and Trisha were devout Catholics.  Hypocritically, they may have fucked outside of marriage, but an abortion was vetoed by both of them.  They also decided not to marry, so they considered adopting out the baby.

The morning after the baby was born, Sherm and his mother went to the hospital to see the newborn, and visit with Trisha.  His father, Jim, owned a bakery, and he had to work.  They entered Trisha’s room, and her bed was empty.  They went to the nurse’s station to find out where she was.  The nurses had no idea.  Security was alerted, and Sherm and his mother ran to the nursery.  They feared she might have run off with the infant.  But there he was, pink and beautiful.  As far as Mrs. Barone was concerned, it was love at first sight.

Trisha was never located, and The Barone family made arrangements to take the baby home.  Mary Barone was still a young woman.  She was only eighteen when Sherm was born.  He had grown up so fast, and she had no other children.  She yearned to hold a baby in her arms again. The moment she laid eyes on her grandson, she vowed to raise him herself.

Before discharging the baby, the doctor asked Sherm if he wanted to have the baby circumcised.  He and his father were both cut, so he agreed.

About a week after she disappeared, Sherm got a letter from Trisha.  She told him that she wanted to make a new start where nobody knew that she had a child out of wedlock.  She had gone to L.A. and would be living with an older man whom she had met the year before, when her family vacationed in Disneyland.  She gave no address, and Sherm made no attempt ever to locate her.

Mary and Jim Barone set up a crib in Sherm’s room.  The two boys shared a room like two brothers, never like father and son.  They were roommates until Sherm got his own apartment and moved out of his parents’ home.

They called each other by their first names, Sherm and Robbie.  Robbie was even led to believe that they were brothers.  His parents (grandparents) were too ashamed to tell him that he was a bastard.  For all he knew they were his real birth parents.  He wouldn’t learn the truth until he himself was sixteen. 

On Robbie’s third birthday, his parents refurnished Sherm’s room with twin beds and two dressers.  Robbie was thrilled to be sleeping in a grown-up bed in the same room as his older brother.

Since Sherm knew that Trisha slept around, he allowed himself to consider doing a DNA test to make sure that he was really Robbie’s father.  It didn’t matter to him or his parents if he wasn’t.  They all loved Robbie so much, he would forever be son and brother.  The family had actually convinced themselves that the two boys were really brothers.  By the time Robbie was six, the resemblance of the two brothers was so uncanny that Sherm gave up the whole idea of DNA testing.

Sherm did not go on to college.  He worked in the bakery, which would be his someday.  He was also promiscuously sexually active.  After high school he didn’t sleep at home much.  He was usually in the bed of some buxom broad.  Sherm didn’t care what they looked like.  If they had a dripping vagina for him to put his cock into, he was more than satisfied.  Sherm was one good looking young man.  He never had trouble bedding a willing female.  He had grown to be six feet, two inches tall.  He had sandy blond hair, blue eyes, and a beautiful complexion.  Word got around that he was circumcised, eight inches erect, and really hefty in girth.

On those nights when he didn’t come home, young Robbie was heart sick.  He missed his brother so much.  Things got worse.  After Sherm’s twenty-first birthday, he rented a small, two-bedroom apartment not far from the bakery.  He needed a second bedroom if Robbie wanted to sleep over, and he needed a private place to entertain the parade of women that he was fucking.  He also vowed never to get involved with a woman again.  As much as he loved Robbie, the consequences of any involvement could be deadly.

When Robbie was thirteen and Sherm was twenty-nine, their parents announced that they were retiring and moving to Naples, Florida.  Jim felt that he was leaving the bakery in Sherm’s good hands.  They asked Sherm to allow his brother to live in his spare bedroom.  Sherm could not say no. He had always felt a little guilty that his parents had assumed the job of raising Robbie, when it should have been his responsibility.   

Robbie was shy about asking his father about sexual matters, so he always consulted with his big brother, who never had a problem being informative and very graphic, maybe too graphic.  Their sex lessons turned them both on.  It was Sherm who had given Robbie the full sexual enlightenment most boys learned in the school yard.  That included masturbation, which Sherm had no trouble demonstrating to his little brother.  In fact, it was Robbie who did most of the educating to his fellow students in the schoolyard. 

Sherm felt that Robbie was mature enough to know what was going on in his bedroom when he brought home a woman for sex, so he gladly welcomed his brother into his home.  He had no trouble entertaining a woman while Robbie was in the other bedroom.  In fact, he once thought that he would like to “break Robbie in” and he considered sharing a trick with him.  In the end he thought better of it, and nixed the idea.  If he had taken note, Sherm would have realized that Robbie didn’t seem interested in his sexcapades.  They talked about sex freely, but Robbie never asked what he did with his girlfriends in the bedroom.

Just before Robbie’s sixteenth birthday, the brothers got horrible news.  Both parents were killed by a drunken driver who ran a red light.  When they returned from the funeral in Florida, Sherm got an overwhelming urge to tell Robbie about his true heritage.  He wanted Robbie to know that he was his father.  Robbie listened to Sherm’s tale with his jaw hanging down.  When Sherm finished, Robbie was so silent, he feared that his son would hate him for his deceit.

“Aren’t you going to say anything?” Sherm asked.

“Yeah, Sherm.  I love you to pieces and I’m glad you’re my father, but please don’t ever expect me to call you, Dad.”

Father and son embraced each other and laughed and cried.  When they calmed down, Robbie said, “Sherm, I have something I need to tell you also.”

“Sure, you know you can tell me anything.”

“You might be disappointed in me, maybe even hate me.”

Sherm laughed.  “That will never happen.  I could never hate you, so spill the beans.  I promise not to judge you.”

“Sherm, I know you’re a stud, an alpha male, and all that, so it’s hard for me to tell you that I’m gay.”

Sherm grabbed Robbie and held him tight.  “I kinda suspected,” he said.  “You shoulda told me sooner so I woulda stopped wondering.”

“I wanted to tell you many times, but I was afraid.”

“Jerk,” Sherm said.  “Here’s how little I mind.  If I can bring tricks home, you can also.  This is your home as well as mine.”

“Do you mean it? You’re not kidding?” Robbie asked.

“Sure, I do.  At least you won’t get anyone pregnant like I did.  Do you have a boyfriend to bring home?”

“I guess I’m like you, Sherm.  I’ve been with several guys, but I haven’t met Mr. Right yet.”

“I haven’t met Mrs. Right yet either,” Sherm said, “and I hope I never do.”  He broke out laughing, and couldn’t stop.  When he collected himself, he said, “All this sex talk has made me horny.  I’m going to bed and jerk off.”

Robbie will never know what possessed him, but he asked Sherm, “Wanna do it together?”

Sherm looked a little surprised, and said, “Don’t push your luck, little brother.”

*****

On the very next Friday evening, Robbie brought home a trick.  Robbie was a clone of Sherm, and just like Sherm, he had no trouble in the sex department.  Sherm was all preened up and getting ready to leave to go on a date.  Robbie introduced his friend, Bernie, to his big brother.  After all these years, he couldn’t bring himself to say that Sherm was his dad.

“Have fun, you too,” Sherm said, and he left.  He was just stepping into his car, when his phone rang.  It was his date. 

“Sherm, honey,” she said.  I’ve developed a terrible cold.  I’m all stuffed up and I can hardly breathe.  I’ll have to take a rain check.”

Sherm believed her. No woman had ever turned him down or stood him up.  With nothing else to do, he returned to his apartment.  After all, he rationalized, Robbie was often home while he was fucking in the other bedroom, it wouldn’t hurt to turn the tables on him.

When Sherm was having sex, he always made sure his door was discretely closed.  However, the boys thought that they were going to be alone all evening, if not all night.  Not only was Robbie’s bedroom door open, the lights were on.

Sherm was taken aback.  He heard the sounds of lustful sex coming from his kid brother’s bedroom.  He wanted to close Robbie’s door, but he was afraid that if the boys saw him, they would be totally freaked out.  He decided to slink into his bedroom and stay there.  Alas, it was not to be. 

He always wondered what two men did to get each other off.  Well, he knew what they did, and how, but he couldn’t understand how they could do it, and derive any sexual pleasure.  His curiosity got the best of him, and he decided to peek in.  If they caught him, he could say that he only wanted to close their door.

Fortunately for him, the boys were in a sexual frenzy.  They wouldn’t have noticed if an atom bomb went off in the bedroom.  What Sherm saw shocked the hell out of him.

He stood fully in the doorway.  If they saw him, he had his excuse all planned out.  Bernie was lying on top of Robbie, missionary style, and he was fucking his little brother in the ass, but that’s not what shocked Sherm.  Intellectually, his straight brain told him that he should be revolted, both by the act and because the act was being perpetrated on his little brother.  That didn’t happen.  What he felt was pure arousal.  His newly erected cock was ripping at his jeans, and he had a crazy urge to join the boys.

Bernie and his brother were screaming at each other, letting the other know how wonderful he felt.  As much as he wanted to see more, Sherm ran to his bedroom

He closed the door, dressed down to his birthday suit, and jacked off.  He had a mind-blowing orgasm, and attributed it to the pornography he had just witnessed.  He planned on staying in his room, but once again his curiosity got the best of him.  He went to Robbie’s room, not realizing that he was fully naked.  Once again, he stood in the doorway, which was now his observation point.  Robbie was still on his back, and Bernie was giving him a blow job.  A used condom, full of semen, was lying at the side of the bed.

Robbie was squirming and yelling obscenities.  “Suck me, cunt.  Suck me hard,” he cried.

Sherm was so turned on, he couldn’t move.  He was hard again.  When Robbie came, screaming how wonderful it was, Sherm got his senses back, and retreated to his bedroom.  He jerked off once again.

Sherm woke up just as dawn was breaking.  He was as curious as the night before.  He had to know if Bernie had stayed the night.  He went over to Robbie’s bedroom.  Robbie was sleeping alone.  He was above the covers and very naked.  That didn’t surprise Sherm.  They both slept naked, but Robbie’s boner was obvious and visible.  He had seen his kid brother’s morning woodies many times, but he could not remember him ever being this big.  He was at least an inch longer and wider around than he was.  The thought could never have crossed his straight mind, but he was lusting after his son and he didn’t realize it.

He went into the kitchen to make breakfast for both of them.  It was Saturday.  Most people were off, but Sherm had to get to the bakery to relieve the crew that had been baking all night.  He ate alone because Robbie wasn’t up yet.  The boy could warm up his breakfast or dump it.  Sherm didn’t much care.  He just wanted to leave before he saw Robbie naked again.  He wasn’t sure that he could keep his lust from erupting over.

All during the day, he kept envisioning the gay sex he had witnessed, and if he knew one thing, it was that he wanted to experience it for himself.  Perhaps it would be more accurate to say that he needed to experience it for himself. 

He wasn’t the smartest kid on the block, but he determined to seduce his own son.  He never gave a second thought to the fact that what he wanted to do, was to commit a homosexual, incestual act.  In his curious mind, it would just be an experiment in sexual behavior.  He was obsessed with having his curiosity satisfied.

*****

When Sherm got home that night, he found Robbie in his room.  He was seated at his desk, doing homework.  Sherm was pleased.  Robbie was the scholar he had never been.

“How are you doing bro?” he asked.

Robbie jumped up and greeted him by planting a kiss on his lips.  Sherm was surprised, but at this point, he welcomed it.  He kissed back harder, and was tempted to give his brother some tongue, but he resisted.

“How come you’re doing homework?  It’s Saturday.”

“You told me that you were taking the whole afternoon off tomorrow.  I figured that if I had the whole day free also, we could do something together.”

“I’d like that,” Sherm said.  “How’d you like me to take you out to dinner tonight.  My date is still sick?”

“Great.  Could we go Chinese?”

“Whatever you want.”

When they returned home after dinner, Sherm asked, “Would you like to watch the hockey game on TV tonight.”

“Sure, but I want to get comfortable.”  Robbie ran into his room, but he came out minutes later totally naked.  Sherm was not surprised.  They usually paraded around naked.

“Well, that’s really what I call comfortable,” Sherm said.  He went into his room, and stripped also.

They sat very close to each other on the sofa facing the TV set.  Sherm turned it on with the remote, and then laid the remote on the coffee table.  Robbie hunkered up to him, and Sherm put his arm around his brother’s shoulders.  He pulled him even tighter to him than he had been before.  As he did, Robbie’s hand fell on Sherm’s knee.  The seduction had begun, but it was hard to say who was doing the seducing.

The straight brother was still scared to death, in spite of his lust.  The gay brother had planned his strategy and he took the helm.

“Dad,” he began.  Sherm almost passed out.  His little brother called him Dad.

“I know you came home early last night.  Bernie was sucking my cock (he purposely used coarse language), but I could see over his shoulder.  I saw you standing in the doorway observing us.  Geez dad, I’d never seen you hard before.  You’ve got some whopper.”

As he said that, he laid his hand on his father’s hardened prick and started fondling it.  As shocked as Sherm was, he began to purr.  He kissed his son on his neck and whispered in his ear, “I don’t understand it,” he said.

“Don’t try,” Robbie said. “It’s very simple. It’s called love.”

“You may be my son, but I want you so badly.”

“Don’t sweat it.  Nobody can dictate who falls in love.  It just happens.

“True.  I have always loved you, but not like this.  I’m straight, for God’s sake.”

“Sure, you are, but maybe not where I’m concerned.  Please stop second guessing yourself, and let’s make love.”

“Yes.  Let’s make love.”

“Could we use your bed?” Robbie asked.  “It’s bigger than mine.”

“Will you teach me how to make love to a man?”

“It’ll be a pleasure, Dad.”  Robbie called him Dad again, and Sherm wanted to cry. 

He swallowed his tears, and said, “Thank you, Son.”

Robbie stood up.  He took Sherm’s hand and led him into the master bathroom.  “It’s always good to start in the shower,” he said, as he began his tutorial.

They got the water temperature to a point that satisfied both of them, and they stepped into the shower.  Sherm pretty much stood stiff as a statue, but his son took a bar of soap and started to soap him all over.  Sherm began to purr and moan softly.  They hadn’t even begun to make love, and he was already enjoying it more than any encounter with a female.  He wasn’t surprised.  He never loved anyone he fucked before, but he loved his son dearly, both as a son and a lover.  No wonder the sex was better, and promised to get better still.

Robbie began to soap and fondle Sherm’s cock.  Sherm kept moaning, “Oh God, oh God.”  Then Robbie took a soapy finger and insinuated it into his father’s asshole.  Sherm moaned louder and louder with obvious pleasure.

“I’m ready,” he let his son know.

“You think you’re ready,” Robbie said. “This is my ball game.  I’ll tell you when you’re ready.”

“Poor Sherm.  His son was so authoritarian that all he could murmur was, “Yes sir.”

Robbie fell to his knees, and turned Sherm around.  He began a sensual rimming session that left Sherm breathless.  Then he turned him around again, and began to lick Sherm’s cock from stem to stern.  Sherm had to grab the spigots to keep from falling.

“Would you like me to fuck you now?” Robbie asked when he realized that Sherm was about to cum.

All Sherm could manage to utter was, “uh huh.”

Then let’s dry up, and take this to the bedroom.  We’ll both be more comfortable in bed.

Sherm got into bed first.  Robbie ran to his room and returned with two tubes of lube.  He put a little lube on his right index finger and inserted it into his father’s ass.

“How does that feel?” he asked.

“Wonderful.  I love you, I love you.”

Robbie began to ream Sherm’s ass, and Sherm actually began to cry.

“I’m really big.” Robbie said.  “I’m going to enter you a finger at a time, and ream you until you can take four fingers.  Then I’ll fuck you.  After I cum, you’ll do all that to me, and fuck me.”

Sherm was as frenzied as a bitch in heat.  When Robbie had three fingers in, he started to massage Sherm’s prostate.  Sherm gave out one loud wail, and begged, “Please, I can take it.  I want the real thing.”  He reached over and took condoms out of his bed stand.

“We don’t need these,” Robbie said.

“Oh yes, we do.  We’ve both been with different people.  I love you, and want to keep you as safe as possible.”

Robbie put on a condom, and Sherm turned on his stomach.  Robbie was going to enter him doggie style.  “I’ll go in as slow as possible.  It will hurt at first, but soon enough you’ll never want me to cum so I can stay inside of you forever,” Robbie promised.

Robbie had said it would hurt at first.  That was an understatement.  Sherm’s ass was on fire, but he manned it out.  When Robbie was all the way in, he lay still, letting his father get used to him.  Robbie was right.  The pain left Sherm very quickly.

Sherm kept purring in pleasure, which encouraged his son to begin stroking.  Robbie was able to stop and go and control his orgasm, but he was rubbing against his father’s prostate.  Sherm had no say in the matter.  He felt an orgasm starting in his toes and working upward to his balls and his cock.

“I’m cumming,” Sherm yelled out so loudly that Robbie’s ear drums almost burst.  He shot his load on the bed sheets, but neither he nor Robbie cared.  Robbie was close also, and he began to pound harder.  As he did, he pushed his father’s cock into the cum he had just unloaded.  Sherm’s cock was squishing in his own seed, and he found it to be very sensual.

After they both came, they separated.  Sherm grabbed his son, and hugged him so tight that Robbie had to beg him to ease up.  Sherm was crushing him.

“I can’t wait to fuck you,” Sherm said, but it didn’t happen until the next day.  As father and son held tightly together, they fell asleep in each other’s arms and slept until the next morning.

Robbie was awakened to the delicious feeling of someone rimming and stretching his ass.  Obviously Sherm was trying to get him ready to receive him.

“No,” he whispered to Sherm.  “You haven’t tasted me yet.  Suck my cock and then fuck me.  Robbie rolled over on his back.

“I don’t know if I can do that.”

“Of course, you can.  When two people love each other, everything they do to give each other pleasure is beautiful.  I’ve made you very happy so far.  Don’t you trust me to continue your education.?”

Sherm did not bother to answer.  He went right down on Robbie.  He had had enough blow jobs to know what to do.  After just a very few strokes, he stopped sucking.  He crept up to Robbie.  There were tears in his eyes.  “Oh, Robbie, do you know how good you taste?” he asked as he started to slobber him with kisses.

“I hope I taste as good as you tasted when I did it to you.  Now, if you want, you can fuck me.  I’d be much obliged.”

Sherm prepared Robbie as Robbie had prepared him.  Robbie was not a virgin, and once Sherm’s condom was on, he slipped in much easier than Robbie had entered him.   They were lying in the missionary position.  When he was in to the hilt, Sherm thought he was going to cry again.  No vagina he had ever entered felt as tight and so lubricated.  With women he hardly ever used lube.  He depended on the woman’s natural juices.

Sherm felt his orgasm beginning the moment he entered his little brother (he still couldn’t think of him as his son). He cried out in pure joy to let Robbie know that he was cumming.

After they both calmed down, Robbie said, “That was awfully quick.  Didn’t you want to give me any pleasure?”

Sherm looked crestfallen, so Robbie laughed to let him know that he was just kidding.

“Thank God it’s Sunday.  My weekend crew is covering the bakery.  We can stay in bed all day.”

“You’ll get no argument from me.”

“Robbie,” Sherm said.  “I did all this because I was curious, but now I’m just plain confused.  I can’t bear the thought of never fucking a woman again.”

“That’s strange. I feel the same way.  I mean about never fucking another dude again.

So, they gave each other permission to do as their natures requested.  They may have been good to one another, but the reality is that after a year passed, they realized that they had slept together every night, and neither had sought (or had time for) outside activity. 

They stopped thinking of themselves as brothers or as a father and a son.  They began to believe that they were just good buddies.

One night, after a sex session which blew their minds, they went into the kitchen for a snack.  Sherm handed Robbie a small piece of paper.  It said, ‘gay’ on it.  He showed Robbie a similar piece of paper.  It said ‘straight’ on it.  He brought a waste paper basket over to the table.

“Throw your piece of paper in here,” he ordered Robbie.  The boy did as was requested.  Then Sherm threw his paper into the basket.

“That destroys all the labels that men impose upon each other.  Here’s the only one which counts.

He showed Robbie a similar piece of paper to the ones they had discarded.  There was one word on it.   LOVE.

They didn’t realize it, but they had just committed themselves to each other.

“Does this mean we don’t have to use condoms anymore?” Robbie asked.

Sherm just nodded and smiled at his buddy, at his fuck buddy.

*****

After he graduated high school, Robbie got a full scholarship to the state university.  The school was only a thirty-minute drive away.  Sherm bought his buddy a serviceable used auto, and Robbie commuted to school, so they didn’t have to part.

Better yet, when Robbie graduated with a degree in finance, he got a job in the business office of a major manufacturing company in their city.

The father and son, the brothers, the good buddies were never going to be separated.  Love is too strong a force; too strong a bond to tear apart.