shipwrecked-with-dad-1

Subject: Shipwrecked with Dad 1 It was early June, practically summer. I’d finally graduated from high school, and I was already looking forward to starting college in the fall. It was also my eighteenth birthday. Since it was just me and Dad, a hero and his sidekick, we planned to go boating across the ocean in our small trawler boat. We didn’t need a fancy dinner. Dad’s homemade roast beef sandwiches with slices of cheddar and tomatoes on oval-shaped sesame buns were one of my favorites. But his well-seasoned fish and chips were a close second. We ate them on the boat with bottles of water to drink. The vast ocean surrounded us with its blue beauty, the blue sky was clear, the bright sun kissed our lightly-tan skin, and the ocean mist tickled my smooth, boyish face. Well, Dad had some light scruff that just looked like brown dots decorating his face. He was so handsome and fit at almost forty, and his military-style haircut always looked great on him, even if slightly overgrown at the moment. While eating, Dad raised his lips for a warm smile and affectionately istanbul travesti knuckled my sandy-brown hair that was also slightly overgrown from my last short haircut. His blue eyes softened with fatherly love. “Proud of you, little guy.” I swallowed a bite. “Thanks, Dad.” My voice was still annoyingly pubertal with a little crack, all because I’d started puberty much later than most boys. I kissed his cheek, my heart heavy with too much love for him. Dad was love. “So, Kevin. Are you serious about this change in our relationship? You can always back out and change your mind if you need to.” I shook my head. “I don’t want to back out. I’ve never been confused about my feelings for you. When you told me you were bisexual years ago, I knew you were able to like guys. You’ve always been so open with me, and that made it easier for me to confess everything to you. I really am in love with you, Dad. I’ve never even felt like this about anyone else. Just you. The stories I wrote about us prove it.” He sighed. “I’m in love with you kadıköy travesti too, little guy, but you know this won’t be easy, right? Even though you’re a legal adult now, it’ll still have to be a secret forever.” “I know. But I don’t care what people think. It’s not even their business. No one would ever suspect us anyway since we’re father and son. Why would they think otherwise?” Dad smiled warmly again. “God, you’re looking just like me in the face, except skinny and shorter instead of muscular and taller.” “I like being skinny and shorter. I fit nicely in your arms.” “That, you do.” “I like that you’re always honest with me.” “Of course I am. I’ve never lied to you. I always told you I’d tell you the truth about anything you’re curious about.” “I know.” I managed a tiny smile. “Like Mom’s death.” Dad sighed, nodding. “After I fell in love with your mother, along came you to change our lives forever. She didn’t want to abort despite knowing her fate, and frankly, neither did I. Because look at what I have bakırköy travesti now. Blessed with a beautiful boy. Not a curse. Please don’t ever think like that. Her death is not your fault. You’re my son and my life, and you know I’d die for you without a second thought.” My heart lifted with bliss, too emotional for words. I threw my arms around him, sandwich still in hand. His light scent of soap and musk made me hard, as well as his warm touch. Ever since I’d found out about my birth, I’d been confused. But it hadn’t been my fault like I’d initially thought. Her birth had just been too complicated. She’d been kind and loving like Dad was, according to all the stories he’d told me. If only I could’ve met her. But I had Dad, and he was the best father and person in the whole world. I’d rarely had friends growing up since I’d been more of a loner and emotionally attached to Dad. He was all I needed, and I’d die for him too. Maybe that was why we connected so naturally. Now, we were embarking on a great adventure throughout the summer, just the two of us as hero and sidekick, like Batman and Robin. I’d learned that there were many complicated things in this world, some unable to be explained. But what I did know that wasn’t complicated? Dad was ess (c)2021, Rod Rey. A.R.R. Please donate to Nifty!