A Father & His Son

When Brunhilda passed away after a brief illness, Gunther and his son, Jens, were devastated. Gunther and Jens had always enjoyed a strong familial relationship. Now, however, it was as if the glue, binding their happy home life had been lost. Brunhilda had been an excellent wife and mother, and in true Teutonic style, their house had been pristine, and the food she had made was top drawer. The homely smells of cooking and baking had always permeated their home as she fed and looked after the two men in her life.

In the aftermath of the tragedy, they soon had to employ a lady three times a week to try and maintain Brunhilda’s standards. Gabi, the woman they engaged worked for them on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Gabi was also an excellent cook, and on those evenings Gunther and Jens enjoyed great meals. Tuesdays and Thursdays were leftover evenings, and on Saturdays and Sundays, they would alternate between cooking for themselves or visiting a restaurant they had frequented all their lives.

As life continued on their pastoral farm, a new dynamic began to emerge between the two men. Egged on by their mourning, their tearful hugs became more intense and sustained. Jens and Gunther both enjoyed the added simpatico and unabashedly gave vent to it.

Gunther had always been sure his son was gay. Growing up, Jens had never shown interest in girls. The focus of his attention had always been for his best friend named Lutz, and Gunther was sure that the two boys were sharing a sexual relationship. Gunther was not fazed by this at all. What Jens didn’t know, was that his dad had enjoyed a similar relationship with Bernard, Gunther’s best friend, when he had been at school. Bernard and Gunther had continued their relationship well after Gunther had married. Four years earlier, however, Bernard had moved away to live in the city, and after that, Gunther’s man-love encounters had come to an end. Much as Gunther had been happily married, he sorely missed Bernard after their trysts ended.

Gunther had continuously been in awe of Jens. Apart from his son taking after him physically, the thing that had always mesmerized Gunther was how much Jens looked like his handsome wife. In particular, Jens had his mother’s arresting blue eyes.

Gunther never had inappropriate thoughts about his son because that would be taboo. He did, nonetheless, imagine, that if Jens, and he, were not father and son, Gunther would have no hesitation hitting on Jens.

What now began to fuck with Gunther’s head, however, was the intensifying unnatural affection that he had started to feel for Jens. Gunther also felt that the feeling was reciprocal.

Although Jens was besotted with his father and thought his dad was the sexiest man on the planet, Jens, however, believed that his dad was straight. Jen’s fast development, and abnormal attraction to his father, nonetheless, bothered him.

Resultantly, as both men lay in their bedrooms at night, an uneasy feeling of frustration began to develop.

In their daily routine, when both guys ended their day’s work, they would return to the house and head off to their showers to clean themselves up before supper. 

On an afternoon, as Gunther got into his shower, he realized that he had run out of shampoo. After wrapping his towel around his hips, he headed for the spare bathroom.

“Listen, Jens,” Gunther said as he pulled open the shower door where Jens was already showering, “I’ve run out of shampoo. Please remind me to buy some more when we go to the shops again.”

“Sure,” Jens answered, as he was about to hand over the bottle of shampoo. Jens then decided to change his mind and suggested, “But, dad, why don’t you shower with me? That’ll save you the hassle of having to wipe your clean afterward. Besides, this shower is big enough for both of us.”

“Are you sure?” Gunther asked curiously, having been wrong-footed.

“Why not?” Jens replied with a shrug.

Gunther instantly dropped his towel, and after joining Jens, he was soon washing his hair.

The last time that Jens had showered with his dad was when he was eight-years-old. After that, his parents had decided that he was old enough to do that on his own. Jens recalled how mesmerized he was with his dads’ huge hairy genitals.

After Gunther had washed his hair, he looked at Jens and said, “Well, seeing as we are sharing a shower, I may as well give you some extra work to do.”

As Jens was about to ask what the work was, Gunther handed over the loofa and said, “You can scrub your old man’s back.”   

“Sure,” Jens eagerly replied.

As Jens commenced his task, he had to fight hard to stop his disobedient blood from rushing into his cock. His excitement was also not helped by the groans Gunther was uttering as Jens performed his task.

Once finished, Gunther announced that he would now take care of Jens’ back. Jens instantly turned to hide his raging boner before his dad started scrubbing his back.

After both their tasks got completed, Jens gingerly turned to face his father. To his delight, Gunther’s cock was also rock hard.

Looking into his son’s shy eyes, Gunther let out a chuckle and said, “It looks like you also get a boner when you shower, just like me.” 

As Jens nervously joined in the humour, Gunther continued, “Remember when you were a boy, you once asked me if you would also grow a big dick and be as hairy as me?... Well, as you can see, I was telling the truth.”

With their eyes locked amid their laughter, Gunther quickly decided that he had to get the hell out of there.

“See you downstairs,” Gunther said as he made a hasty departure.

After Gunther left, Jens vigorously attacked his knob. With the overstimulation he had just experienced, Jens’ dick soon exploded as cum sprayed all over the shower floor.

Similarly, once Gunther got to his room, he rushed into his bathroom and commenced tugging on his cock. Shortly, he unloaded into the toilet bowl.  

‘Jesus, I just came within a hair’s breadth of fucking my son,’ Gunther mentally chastised himself.

During supper and afterward, as they sat in the lounge, Jens could feel a distinct sense of discomfort from Gunther. It was as if Gunther was in a state of turmoil. When they headed for their bedrooms later, Jens also did not get what had now become a customary hug.

Both men lay on their beds before falling asleep with conflicting thoughts. For Jens, he felt like a rejection had taken place. Gunther, however, felt a sense of shame.

The following day, and for the next week, Gunther’s attitude towards Jens became even more distant, much chillier than when Jens’ mother had been alive.

As Jens lay in his bed a week later, he decided to take the bull by the horns and confront his father’s new demeanour.

After going to his dad’s bedroom, he stood in the doorway and asked, “May I speak to you, papa.”

“Sure,” Gunther replied, baffled by the noun that Jens had only used when he was a child.

“May I get into bed with you and ask you something?” Jens answered.

“That’s not a good idea, Jensie,” Gunther responded, unconsciously using the affectionate nickname that he had referred to Jens as when he was a young boy.  

“Why?” Jens asked as tears ran down his cheeks.

Overcome with shame, Gunther lifted the duvet next to him and told Jens to climb in.

As Jens lay there, he looked at his dad and asked, “Have I done something to annoy you, papa?”

With a look of embarrassment, Gunther decided to come clean.

“Jensie… when we showered together, I almost… I wanted to have sex with you,” Gunther uncomfortably admitted.

“So why didn’t you?” Jens inquired, matter-of-factly.

“Jesus, you’re my son,” Gunther replied emphatically. 

“So, who cares?” Jens retorted.

“You’re my son,” Gunther disbelievingly repeated.

“It’s not natural, Jensie,” Gunther categorically replied.

For the next minute or two, the men lay next to one another, looking at the ceiling before Jens broke the impasse.

“Papa, do I turn you on?” Jens blatantly asked.

There was another long silence before Gunther answered, “Yes.”

“So… What’s holding you back?” Jens asked.

“Jesus, you’re my son,” Gunther reinforced once more.

“Who’s going to find out?” Jens then salaciously inquired.

Gunther now remained uncomfortably silent.

After another long pause, Jens dealt the final blow. “Papa, if you want me, I’d be happy to be your bitch.”

As Gunther lay on his side, looking at his gorgeous son with a spectacular boner and starved for sex.

Everything now became a lustful blur as his head closed on his son’s face. Just before kissing Jens, Gunther uttered.” God help me.”

Every bit of pent-up frustration now vented itself as Gunther rabidly attacked his son’s lips. Equal to the task, Jens valiantly acquiesced to the onslaught. Their initial encounter was a torrid affair as Jens made his father earn his supremacy. Jens wanted it hard and manic, and Gunther was equal to the task. Jens couldn’t believe what a stud his dad was, and for Gunther, a new dawn that he had only ever dreamed of had just begun. It was as though a primordial switch had gone off, and Gunther could now express himself fully. Bernard and his wife had always restrained him, but Jens seemed to love the roughness of his approach.  

After an all to brief initial grapple. Gunther loving looked at Jens and said, “Jesus, boy, you definitely take after me.”

Devilishly, Jens replied, “Is that all you got, papa.”

In a flash, Gunther spun his body around into a sixty-nine position before the two men hungrily licked, tugged, and sucked one another’s chunky cocks. After weeks of frustration, both men were so lust-filled, that soon both commenced grunting as their climaxes approached swiftly.

The sounds of slurps, grunts, and snorts then reverberated in the room. An overwhelming sense of relief flooded over them as they ravenously savoured each other’s seed. 

Afterward, as they lay side by side and panting, Gunther said, “Well, I suppose we’ll be sharing this bed from now on.”

“And showering together,” Jens quickly added, before both men started chuckling.

Once the men had regained their composure, Gunther looked at Jens and said, “Before we go to sleep, I’m going to fuck you.”

“Okay, you go first, papa,” Jens sniggered.

“What do you mean?” Gunther asked with a frown.

“Well, I’m not going to be the only bitch in this bed,” Jens replied with a laugh.

“But… You offered to be my bitch,” Gunther retorted.

With a smile, Jens responded, “Yeah, but what’s good for the goose…” he concluded without finishing the adage.

“You’re quite full of yourself,” Gunther responded.

“Sure. I’m the future owner of this farm,” Jens impishly replied.

As Gunther began to fuck his son hard, he was thrilled by his son’s initiative. Added to that, the squeals of discomfort from Jens gave him unbridled delight as he thought about the payback that he knew would soon follow.

After Gunther had cum, Jens took his turn and showed his father just what a stud he was.

As both men were about to drift off to sleep later, they did so with overpowering satisfaction of their ‘unnatural’ and blissful future that lay ahead.