Dad takes his boy into the barn to teach him some of the finer pleasures in life.
The problem with Dad is that he’s so good at hiding it. When Mom’s around, Dad never gives his son a nod or a wink or any indication of anything. Even when his boy prances around in his little blue shorts, Dad never lets on that he’s got a boner growing inside his pants.
“Hey Dad,” I said. “How horny are you, like, on a scale of one to ten?” Dad smirked.
“This is gonna sound nuts…”
“Have you ever seen a grown man’s…?” He indicated to the snake in his trousers.
“No,” I croaked.
“It might be instructive…you know, just to get an idea of what you’ll look like when you’re older.”
“Yo – Jason? Bro? You home?” said a voice downstairs. It was Nick, his older brother. We scrambled to put our pants on.
Dad was standing in the middle of the room; he was wearing his grey workout pants and nothing else. My dad’s a big, muscular guy, and the sober look on his bearded face made me nervous. He held something in his hand, and looking closer I realized it was my cum rag.
My mom always said that Uncle Barry refused to grow up. From what I gathered, listening to my parents talk about my father’s youngest sibling, he was a roustabout and a bit of a free spirit.
A young man is lazily seduced by his aunt’s hot, good-for-nothing husband.
A second-hand story of brotherly incest.