Date: Sun, 28 Aug 2005 00:44:24 -0500
From: Justin <justin@soulstrong.net>
Subject: Knew - Part One - Gay Male: Incest

"Knew" by Justin F. - E-mail me if you like this story @
justin@soulstrong.net. Originally created August 25th, 2005 and
completed August 28th, 2005.

*DISCLAIMER* These stories are completely fictional and features sexual
intercourse between members of the male gender, this story contains
incest - You are precautioned. If you are not of age, if reading these
stories is illegal where you are, if you find these stories offensive
or negative, please do not read them.


---Knew

Last week it was Anton's 18 birthday; he had just graduated a month
ago, and would be going to college in a month or so. He lived just with
his father, and younger brother; as his mother died during childbirth
of his 16 year old brother.

Recently, when his brother left to go on a field trip for a week with a
summer camp, Anton found himself all alone with his father. Anton had
always been close to his father, and had known his father was bisexual,
but it never really mattered to him that much, until his father, Mark,
patted him on the butt the morning after his brother left, walking
around the house with only boxers on. Now Anton knew it was just a
friendly pat, like in sports, but he began to find himself a little
attracted to his father.

Later On, Anton walked into the bathroom while his father was taking a
shower, to get the spare deodorant that had been left in the cabinet
for whenever someone wouldn't have theirs. As a house of boys, all
three knew each other were sexual and were fine with seeing each other
nude, but for some reason, after the friendly pat on his butt from his
father with his brother gone; and then seeing his father move around
the house only with boxers very provokatively, Anton found himself
staring at his father as he showered.

The shower curtain almost translucent, but still very visable; with his
favorite nude just beyond the cloth. Anton watched his father as he
moved around in his own world...the soap running down his body, his
hands caressing his every muscle, the water hitting his smooth skin.
Mark was 46, but in very good shape for 46. Mark and his wife, April,
had had Mark at age 28, and Anton's brother, Leo at 30. But one thing
Mark had always practiced and taught Anton and Leo was to stay in top
shape, "to keep your body in as good of condition as your mind". Now
Anton was thankful. He loved the shower as much as his father did,
great showerhead with just enough pressure, it was even loaded with
soap to gradually pour down, and it stood in the center of the shower
so that it rained down open Mark. Mark had completely let his thoughts
send him to another place, somewhere wonderful and enchanting. Anton
watched as his father massaged his body while his eyes were closed, his
mind away. Anton took a few steps forward and whispered "Dad..."
without even thinking, and just as he did, he watched as Mark moved
downwards and onto his cock, thoroughly using the water and suds as a
lubricant. He loved his Dad so much, he had become so close with him,
but now as he watched his father as if his father were a soft-core
porn, he began to think...was he starting to love his father more than
he should? Or was his cock thinking for him instead of his mind? And
why didn't it feel guilty?

Mark soon was jacking off so quickly that his cum was flying everywhere
in the shower. His voice was erupting and groans were filling up the
room. Anton was getting so turned on he actually had to remind him to
leave, before he'd be caught. He quickly moved towards the door, and
opened it, closing it behind him without even thinking to look back to
his Dad.

He walked quickly back to his bedroom and closed the door quickly,
hurrying to his bed and simply lying down. What had he just done? He
had watched the man he adored...his father, in the shower...and had
actually left the deodorant behind. He moaned in frustration and turned
to his side. His eyes set on his window and his computer monitor. The
tree actually faced the large tree that sat in the backyard of his two-
story house. The tree actually stood by the patio, where his dad
normally tanned on the weekends in the summer. Anton sighed, and turned
his eyes to his computer; the picture of he and his brother stood by
it, his father had taken of them when they went to the beach just a
week ago; Leo was on the left, Anton on the right with his arm around
his brother, now as Anton looked at the picture he realized Leo's arm
was around his waist, Leo's hand on his hip. Leo was handsome...but he
was Anton's younger brother, his little brother...but he did have a
good body, a great personality...and now that he thought about it, so
did his Dad.

Anton looked to the cieling and rested his hand on his crotch, his
other on the bed. He closed his eyes and felt moved a little to the
left to get comfortable...his short black hair about a-half-inch long,
a little disshuffled against the pillow. His eyes lay closed as Anton
tried his best to keep his mind on something...average. High School was
finally over, he would be going to college in a month or
so...everything he was bringing he already knew where it all was and
what to pack and how to do it...he wasn't really growing anytime soon,
he was about 5'9 or 5'10 or so...so his clothes were pretty good. He
had just bought a webcam and so had Leo, so they could talk on it once
he got to college. "That'd be cool" he breathed aloud...Leo would
probably be sitting in his bedroom while they talked...late at
night...probably with his shirt off and boxers, or probably wearing
nothing. Just good male to male, brother to brother fun. He was pretty
good friends with his brother...but in that picture Leo had his hand
around Anton's waist...not on his back, around his waist...and his Dad
has patted him on the butt...his father and his brother were pretty
handsome...great athletic bodies...just like himself. Anton opened his
eyes quickly, and looked down, realizing his hand was massaging his
crouch...outlining his cock in his jeans. "Eh!" Anton quickly jumped,
taking his hand away and sitting up quickly.

He looked over to his almost-closed door as he heard three knocks. "Uh--
Come in" Anton quickly spurted, without even thinking to hide his
erection. The door opened as his father walked in, wearing just a pair
of knee-length brown cargo shorts. Mark had light beige skin, brown
eyes, and a thick head of brown hair that was cut short to his head for
the professional look for his job as a photography advisor at a wide-
spread magazine agency. He had a light blonde layer of hair over his
body, his fingernails were cut short, and he was tall, about 6 feet or
so. His voice was average, not that low but just average, it was
comforting, very melodic and warm to Anton's ears.

"Hey Anton, since Leo's out, do you want to go to the Agency with me,
we have to do a photoshoot and Leo was going to help me with it, but
since the date got pushed off, it's going to be today. Wanna come
along? We have to go soon, though." Mark announced. His elbow was
pressured against the doorframe as he stood proudly, looking to his
son. Mark was so proud of his son, he had watched him grow from a
little baby weighing just 5 pounds with no hair to the little boy who
would try to hug him and press himself against his leg, to the middle
schooler who would ask him for help with his English homework, to the
social high school teenager, to now, a to-be college student. Anton had
caused him so much happiness and yet so much worry in his life, between
getting an award in high school for an essay he wrote, to being out too
late with a girlfriend or with "the guys", to graduating, and so much
more. Mark loved his sons with all he could, he had to raise them all
on his own once his wife had passed, and it had been so hard at times,
but it was worth it. Leo would be a junior this year, and he'd bring
more happiness and worry, but Mark could rest happily now knowing that
Anton would be going to a good college, finally.

Mark waited as he watched Anton decide. Anton had always been one of
those people that like to seriously think of what to do before they
decide, Mark liked that; it meant good decision-making. "Sure, I'll
come along" he responded, quickly standing up and walking to his
dresser to get an actual t-shirt to wear, not just a white
undershirt. "Great, we'll go in about 10 minutes then?" Mark reminded,
as he watched Anton find a shirt he liked. "Yeah, ten minutes" he
responded, looking to his father, watching him watch him. "What is it?"
Anton quickly asked, unsure of his father's intentions. "I'm just proud
of you that's all, you're turning into a really responsible young-
man...a hot young stud" Mark added, giving his son a hug; treasuring
his son's warmth as he then took a step back, patted his son on the
arm, and walked into the hallway and into his room.

Mark closed the door behind him, quickly locking the doorknob and
turning to the large mirror that sat on his dresser. In the mirror was
a picture of himself and his wife, April, who he loved so much and
though of each day; at his in-laws' house. Beneath that was the annual
school picture of Leo, along with the last few years scattered across
the mirror's edges. Beneath Leo's was a picture of Mark and his prom
date, a girl named Danielle who had moved across the country to a
college ahead of time. Mark wasn't sure if they were just dating or
just friends, but it was still a nice picture. On the opposite side of
the mirror was a picture of himself a little older than Anton's age;
with his parents at his college graduation. He took a step towards it
and studied it, as if it were someone else, as if he had never seen the
picture before. As he looked at the picture he realized just how much
Anton looked exactly like him. They had the same hair, same eyes, his
mother's nose and mouth though, the same chin; and yet he had never
seen it before. He loved Anton so much, not only was he a great son,
but he was a great person, and he was rather attractive, like he.
himself. had been at Anton's age. Anton had kept himself in shape, he
was only a few inches shorter than he was; Anton also had some muscle
on him, and it was really showing nowadays.

Mark sat back on his bed, laying down; as he'd wait for the minutes to
pass for Anton to get ready. Anton also had a great body...he had a
fine butt, firm, high, just like he had had when he was his age. Mark
knew it wasn't common to find one's son attractive, but Mark did. He
found men attractive, as he was pretty sure Anton probably did; and he
found his son attractive just the same. Mark let his eyes lay closed as
he imagined his son naked...his son just getting out of the shower,
with the water down his body, around his cock, dripping from his balls.
The water still on his face, dripping from his chin and nose, still
moist on his hair, especially around his ears. He imagined Anton's
nipples still hard from a sensual experience in the shower, like he had
had many times, even today. Mark actually thought he had heard Anton in
the bathroom with him, but knew it must've just been his imagination.
He thought of Anton's cock hard, whether it might be long like his, or
shorter, or even longer. He imagined Anton taking a towel, wiping his
body off, he imagined himself opening the door and walking in; Anton
immediately dropping the towel and walking directly to him and wrapping
his arms around his waist, and kissing him over and over again. He
imagined Anton's cock getting harder as he moved his hand's around his
(Mark's) butt and around his chest...

If only Anton actually felt that way in real life though. Earlier that
day he had patted Anton on the butt as he passed him, after just coming
downstairs for the first time that morning. Anton probably thought
nothing of it, Mark thought. But Mark could only wish Anton felt the
same way, and saw him as an older man who was still just as handsome
and attractive. Mark did love his relationship with his son, but Mark
had been wise about approaching this love of his, he had found himself
thinking of this even before Anton's birth, but found as soon as April
was pregnant that he could no longer even think of the thought. Anton
was his little baby boy, his little baby boy; who he had played soccer
with. Then as Anton grew up and got older, Mark was even more proud of
him, and as Anton grew older, and got into high school, Mark found
himself once again feeling this way. Mark even found his youngest son,
Leo, very attractive, as Leo was more relaxed about sex than he was.
But Mark waited until Anton was 18 and of mature age and completely
mature mind to act on anything, he may of hinted things, but he knew
Anton wouldn't catch any of them until they were alone. Ever since
Anton turned 18, and then when Leo left at an opportune time, Mark knew
that since these feelings had arose, to act upon then. Mark had found
Leo attractive too, "a hot young stud", Leo was maturing even faster
than Anton had; and he had even seen Leo naked on many occasions, he
had even caught Leo masturbating, but only approved and encouraged it.
He loved Leo just as much as Anton, but knew not to act on anything
sexual with his youngest son until Leo was absolutely ready to approve
or deny anything sexual.

Mark quickly opened his eyes as he heard a few knocks at his door and
saw Anton standing at the door.

"I'm ready to go, Dad" Anton let him know, as he quickly turned with a
smile and walked down the hallway.

"I'll be right there" Mark replied, as he hoped that this photoshoot
opportunity would open something up for them. He stood up and stopped
as he looked down to see his large erection in his pants. That was
probably what Anton had just smiled about as he turned. "Excellent,"
Mark thought, as he walked to the door and closed it, walking down the
stairway and down the stairs, letting his erection show until by the
last step, as Anton waited at the door, it had settled.

"Let's do this, then" he announced.

Anton nodded, opened the door, grabbed a light jacket, as it was
beginning to drizzle slightly, and opened the screen door, walking
outside.

Mark walked to the door, watching Anton's butt as he walked; and closed
the door, set the house alarm from the panel that was on the wall, and
opened the door once more, pushing the screen door, and closing the
door behind him.

---To Be Continued...