John Soldano peered hazily from beneath his heavy eyelids at his son, who was rubbing his palms across his pale, smooth stomach, then drifted back to sleep. He lifted his eggs, lathering them with suds. Bowing his legs, he reached further and ran a soapy finger over his anus. As he ran his finger across the opening he felt it open Slightly with each touch. He closed his eyes. He moved his hand back to his dick and began to fuck his fist...


I was touching my Dad's cock. I had my hand on another man's dick for the first time in my life. Time seemed suspended as I looked into my father's eyes. I waited. My body shivered inside. I felt my flesh tingle with the touch of Dad's hand on my shoulder. "Heath," my father said softly. He placed his hand beneath my chin, supporting it gently in his hands.


The father forgave his son for yesterday’s weakness. But both felt sexual intimacy. The boy began to fall in love with the father of a soldier as a sexual partner. The desire for intimacy gave rise to erotic fantasias. Dad provoked excitement by ordinary actions. One morning in the bathroom ...