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Subject: A Fathers Perdition (GayIncest) This story is completely fictional any references to names, places, situations are made up. If you enjoy the stories posted here please support fty/donate.html ———————— Feel free to contact with comments and suggestions. I enjoy hearing what everyone thinks. Email: ota If you would like updates on when I plan to post new chapters feel free to follow on twitter. Twitter: lucasstories ———————— Author Note: This story is a follow up to Hero Worship from the Adult Youth section. You will see a lot of the same characters and it will be a slower build than the original story and this chapter doesn’t have sex but I hope everyone enjoys. If you haven’t read Hero Worship you might want to read at least the first few chapters to get an idea of who Dan is but this story can also be read as a stand alone. ———————— Chapter One – Reconciliation I’m settled into my first class seat on a flight from Boston to Chicago, the flight attendant has been extremely pleasant and thankfully knows how to make a proper seven and seven. I look at the window seat and crack a smile. My son Oliver is seated next to me staring out the window wide eyed as the plane climbs away from Logan airport, he’s in awe of the city skyline and how quickly we are lifting away from the ground. He spins his head towards me, his mouth forming an excite O as he says “dad we’re going so fast!” He spins his head to the window again and watches as we climb towards the clouds that have been blocking the sun for the last couple days. I lean closer to him and say “I’ll bet you can see our house from this height!” He looks at me excited, “really daddy?!” As I lean close to him I inhale his sweet scent, still clean smelling with a hint of soap from his pre-flight shower. I love to dress him up when we travel and right now he’s looking so dapper in a blue gingham button down and khaki pants. His blonde hair is combed and gelled with a hard part on the right, his big blue eyes twinkle with delight from the excitement of taking off and as always he’s so polite and well behaved that the flight attendants have spent more time doting on him than they have attending to the other hundred or so passengers. The first class flight attendant starts drink service so I get another seven and seven, Oliver asks for a water because he knows we don’t drink sodas. Yes I’m aware a seven and seven has soda but the boy doesn’t need to know that. The flight attendant lets me know there will be no meal service but if I’d like she could scrounge up a snack box for Oliver. I ask if they have any fruits so she disappears and comes back with a basket displaying it for me to see. He looks at me pleading “daddy can I have a bag of cookies” then adds “please?” I sigh, unable to resist his puppy eyes I pick up a bag of Chips Ahoy and hand them to him. He lets out a delightful squeal but before the attendant walks away she hands me a banana, “maybe something healthy for later” she says; I thank her as she makes her way down the aisle. I place the banana on the table between our seats and pick up Oliver’s tablet looking for the show I downloaded for him to watch. Once it’s loaded I hand him his headphones, check the volume limit so he doesn’t damage his ear drums then hand him his tablet. He starts the video on his own and sits there intently watching some cartoon animals doing something with numbers or letters. Fuck if I know what it’s all about but he enjoys it and he’s already learning his ABCs and 123s. I may sound like I’m being a bit overprotective of him but Oliver is my world and I’m hell bent on making sure he grows up happy and healthy. My name is Henry Parker, I’m 27 years old and father to an extremely handsome little guy, Oliver. His mom took off when he was three months old, saying she wasn’t prepared for any of this and after my initial panic attack I had to work quick to figure out how to be a single dad. Thankfully I had help from my own dad and a few local friends. The first few months were difficult but I got into the swing of things pretty quick, I mean I had to and I have a new found respect for all the single parents out there because this isn’t easy. The first several years of my own life sucked, my mom was a prostitute and junkie, she sold me to her johns for hand jobs. If it hadn’t been for the man who rescued me I probably wouldn’t be sitting here right now. That man, Dan Parker, is who we are going to visit. A sexy police lieutenant, now police chief, who I stumbled across one day jerking himself off in his backyard. He caught me watching, invited me to come closer as he finished then took me in his home and had his way with me. Turns out I needed Dan as much as he needed me. We grew close not just sexually but emotionally as well. I needed a father and he needed şişli travesti a `son’ which I eagerly became. He showed me the affection I craved and the discipline I needed, in turn I gave him an undying devotion and my body to use as he needed. He took me out of a bad situation and raised me as if I was his own, I owe him everything including an apology. I snap out of my day dream, my cock stiff thinking about Dan I open a book that I’ve been reading, some political thriller about government corruption and political murder for hire; two things that always intrigue me and should take my mind off him. Every so often I check on Oliver but he’s engrossed in his tablet and he’s got a notepad out so he can practice writing his numbers and letters. The boy is bright, inquisitive, outgoing, and funny; he picks up on so much that other children his age don’t and when he goes into kindergarten this year he will be way ahead of his peers. The flight seems to pass quick and soon enough the announcement is made we are on our final approach to Chicago’s O’Hare airport. I tell Oliver we’ll be on the ground soon and that I need to put his tablet and headphones away. He’s so well behaved he doesn’t even argue, instead handing everything over before looking out the window. It’s dark now so all he can see are the city street lights and some of the buildings but he comments how straight the lights are. I tell him how the city of Chicago is mostly laid out in a grid pattern and that’s why everything looks so even. About ten minutes later we’re on the ground and taxiing to our gate. I gather our items and as we make our way off the plane he waves goodbye to the crew who give a collective `awwwww’ and comment on how adorable he is. Well he’s my boy so of course he a cutie, just like I was. I take his hand as we walk through the terminal towards the exit, we get on the escalator that leads down to baggage claim and I find the carousel number where our bags should come out. As we’re walking I hear a high pitched scream “HENRYYYYY” and recognize it immediately as the man who let out the scream comes running towards me and throws his arms around me. “Hey Eric” I say as he lets go, stands back looking me up and down then says “hey daddy, someone’s looking sexy.” Even as I’m rolling my eyes I can’t help but grin, he looks at Oliver then to me and asks “who is this little guy? I thought you were bringing Ollie with you?” Oliver stamps his foot proclaiming “Uncle Eric it’s me!” He looks back down at him and exclaims “What! Nooooo you’ve grown so much I didn’t even recognize you!” “It’s me Eric I swear!!” Oliver squeals as Eric picks him up carrying him as we walk to the baggage carousel. “Henry! Bro! I just got back from Miami the other day and have I got some stories for you” he says but I stop him and ask “are these stories age appropriate?” “Absolutely not bro” he laughs then says “I’ll tell you after we put Ollie to bed but dammmm that shit was lit.” I just sigh and shake my head. I really do miss Eric, he’s still my best friend to this day and he’s hardly changed. He’s not the brightest but he makes up for that with his personality and unwavering loyalty to those he’s close to. I wrap my arm around his neck and pull him to me “I’ve missed you a lot lately bro.” He looks at me with a surprised smile “I miss you too Hen, I should really get to Boston soon but while you’re here we need to go out at least a couple times before you fly out.” I smile at him and tell him that sounds good, about then the baggage belt starts to run and only a few minutes later I see our bags and Oliver’s car seat, all with priority tags, come out. I grab them and tell Eric we can leave. We walk out to the parking garage taking the elevator to the third level. He approaches this beautiful blue three series BMW and I just stop and look at him “ok how the hell do you afford your lifestyle?” He grins as he unlocks the car, opens the back door for Oliver and pops the trunk so I can stow the bags. He laughs and with a wicked smirk says “not age appropriate bro.” I shake my head and with a chuckle say “sounds like you have a lot to tell me.” Once I have the car seat belted in and Oliver secure we get in the car and head out of the airport, soon we’re on I-90 headed west away from the city and should be at Dan’s in about an hour. I turn around to say something to Oliver but he’s passed out completely. Eric looks at him in the rear view mirror then to me “he’s growing up fast Hen…” he pauses then smirks and asks “you haven’t… uhh you know.” I look at him shaking my head no so he asks “nothing at all?” I grin a little and he laughs saying “yeah bro I know what kind of man you are.” I look at him serious now saying “listen Eric, I haven’t touched him once but yeah I’ve perved on him from time to time.” Even though beylikdüzü travesti I’m being serious Eric can’t help but grin “bro I know you love him and you just want him to be a kid but look at us, we had awesome childhoods with two men who loved and cared for us, treated us like kings, and sure they fucked the hell out of us but come on we both loved it.” I just shrug which causes him to sigh and say “Hen look me in the eye and say Ollie would be better off if his daddy never showed how much he truly loved him.” He knows I can’t because I know he’s right. I’ve had this argument already with Dan. I don’t know why I’m being so resistant to the inevitable, my childhood after meeting Dan was amazing. He took care of me better than my mom ever did, gave me everything I could have wanted, showed me things other kids would probably never experience and most of all he protected me from the true evils of the world. I look back at Oliver, still sound asleep then to Eric “he’s still so innocent bro, I don’t want to take that away from him.” Eric laughs and says “bro he’s gonna lose that innocence as he gets older and even if you do take it, you’re giving him something greater in return… a stronger love from his father many other boys don’t get to experience.” I sit there quietly for the rest of the drive, Eric knows when to stay quiet so he just puts on some music for the remainder of the trip. Another thirty minutes and we are taking the exit off the highway, my heart starts beating faster so I ask Eric “is he still upset with me?” “Nah bro, this last year with you not speaking to him has been hard but he was determined to give you the space you needed while you sorted things out.” I hang my head down “I feel like a shit for blowing up at him like I did but I’m just afraid I said things that hurt him and I can’t take them back, that he’s going to look at me differently now that maybe he” but Eric doesn’t let me finish. “I’m gonna stop ya there bro, dudes been giddy as fuck since you agreed to come home. He’s been running all over the place getting all your favorite foods and shit making sure the house is perfect for you and Ollie, he’s been so fucking excited I’m pretty sure whatever was said is in the past as far as he’s concerned.” As he finishes I take a deep breath as we pull into the driveway and he parks in front of the garage. I get out of the car and open the rear door, unstrapping Oliver from his car seat I pick him up and hold him to my chest. When I turn around I see him standing in the doorway, my heart skips and I freeze for a moment, he’s still such an imposing figure but I get the courage to make my way up the stairs as Eric grabs the luggage. He steps aside as I approach the door allowing me to enter. I look him in the eyes, he smiles at me as I say “Hey Dan, I’m gonna put Oliver in bed and I’ll be out in a minute.” I feel like shit almost immediately because I could see the flash of hurt when I called him by his name instead of dad. I make my way up the stairs, down the hallway to my old room. I flip on the light and nothing has changed other than he’s kept it clean; my room looks like it did the day I left home for college and every day I’ve been back since. I pull the covers back and lay Oliver down causing him to stir a bit, opening his eyes he looks at me and asks “are we there yet?” I smile at him and brush his hair off his forehead saying “yeah buddy, I’m gonna undress you and put you to bed now okay?” “Okay daddy” then almost instantly he’s back to sleep. Eric creeps in quietly setting the bags at the foot of the bed as I start to remove the boys clothes. I hear the dresser drawer open and Dan softly says “I got him this if you want to use it.” I look back and see him holding a Paw Patrol pajama set and can’t hold back a smile. I reach out my hand so he steps closer giving it to me. I lift the boys legs pulling his underwear down tossing them on the floor. His little cock looks beautiful in the soft light, what am I saying the boys cock is absolutely beautiful regardless of lighting. I can feel all eyes in the room are looking at it so I slide each leg into the pajama bottoms pulling them up around his waist then lift his torso up sliding the top over him. I lay him back on the bed and pull the covers over him watching him stir a bit before settling again. Dan is standing behind me I hear him say “he’s a handsome little guy, definitely takes after his dad.” I turn looking up at him towering over me, his face is soft and I see the love he has for both of us; before I can say anything tears start streaming down my face, I jump up throwing my arms around him “I’m so sorry dad!” He squeezes me tight to him and whispers “it’s ok Henry, it’s in the past I’m just happy you’re here now.” I can’t help but shake my head “no, I had no right to talk to you like that… istanbul travesti I was an asshole to the one person who always looked out for me.” “Let’s go out in the living room and talk before we wake the boy up okay?” I nod my head so he takes my hand and walks me down the hallway to the living room. I feel like a little boy all over again, having thrown a tantrum and now crying while begging for his forgiveness. Eric, having quietly left the room is sitting on the sofa, when he sees us he says “hey I’m gonna leave you two to talk but shoot me a message tomorrow ok bro?” I can barely look at him, I feel so embarrassed right now that he saw all of that but I nod my head thanking him for the ride and tell him we’ll talk tomorrow. Dan sits down as I lay on the sofa next to him resting my head in his lap. He strokes my hair telling me it’s ok but it really isn’t; I look up at him “I’m sorry I yelled at you and said you weren’t my real dad, that I called you a pervert and…” I can’t say the other things I said because they aren’t true and I only said it to hurt him, which I did, so I change my train of thought “you’ve done so much for me and instead of acting like an adult I shit all over you and kept Oliver away for almost a year.” “I’ll admit that stung but I understand where it came from, I was pressuring you to do something you’re not ready for and instead of letting up I pressed harder and did something I regret” he pauses for a few moments “do I think you overreacted? Yes. But I understand and if anything I’m so sorry.. I was thinking selfishly for myself and it wasn’t right.” The tears have slowed at least so I sit up and look at him “I don’t understand though” he looks at me questioning as I continue “how can I have sex with some random kid but freak out at the idea of doing something with my own?” “Seriously Henry?” The tone in which he said it along with the look he’s giving me makes me feel stupid for asking it because I know what he’s about to say “he’s your flesh and blood, you love him dearly and you’re afraid that having sexual contact with him will destroy what you’ve built. You also know from your own experience how painful it will be for him, you don’t want to scar him emotionally or damage him physically… I get it. If you’d been my biological son I can guarantee I’d have the same struggle you’re dealing with now.” I scoff but feel bad as soon as I do because he says “I know you don’t believe me because I’m a pedophile and I love fucking young boys but I mean it Henry. If you had been my biological son I would have dealt with the same struggle you’re dealing with now.” I look him in the eyes and say “you did struggle though” he looks at me curiously “it was after the adoption went through, you changed almost immediately. You tried to hide it, tried to keep being badass Dan Parker but I could see it when you’d fuck me, when you showed me your darker side, when you shared me with other men. You were questioning yourself weren’t you? Should you be doing this with `your boy’.” He’s sitting there softly nodding his head “guess I’m not that good at hiding my emotions as I thought I was.” I laugh and say “oh, you’re good but we bonded pretty quick so I felt closer to you than I have anyone before and I picked up on those subtle emotional shifts which then had me feeling conflicted about everything we did because I thought it might have been hurting you.” He wraps his arm around me and pulls me close to him, “I’m sorry for causing you any anxiety.. if I could go back” I stop him before he can continue “we can’t go back, you said it yourself, it’s in the past and I really don’t regret a moment. I just need you to be patient with me, to let me figure this out but also guide me. I want to love Oliver like you loved me but it also scares me because he’s such a sweet boy and I don’t want to take that away just so my needs are satisfied.” He squeezes me tightly to him “did it change you” he asks. I shake my head so he says “it’s all about how you approach the boy, if and when you decide you want to be with him you’ll need to get him mentally prepared for it. He will need to know how deep your love for him is and that what you will both do is meant to strengthen your bond.” I wipe my eyes, finally finished crying I look at him and say “that actually makes a lot of sense.” He laughs and says “I know it does Henry, remember I didn’t rush into fucking you that first time… I don’t know why I didn’t and you have no idea how bad I wanted to…” he pauses then says “no I do know why I didn’t… I realized right away how special you were and we needed to build up to that because I knew it was going to be hard for you that first time but I wanted you to want it, to keep wanting it so I went slow.” I stand up from the sofa, finally feeling this weight off my chest, when he stands I throw my arms around him and hug him; feeling his body pressed to mine is comforting and something I’ve needed for a while now. “Nothing you could ever say or do would make me love you any less Henry, I hope you know that.” I lean my head against his chest then sigh “I do dad.”

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