After a phone call that changed everything between father and son, Evan's parents are back together again. This puts a stop to Evan's forbidden moments with his dad, Adam, and they're left with no choice but to continue as father and son without the sexual attachments. But that's the thing. It was never just sexual on Evan's part. From temptation, to desire, to hunger, his feelings for Adam grow in ways he can't explain.
Evan's mom pushes him and Adam to spend more time together, not realizing they already did so in their own way behind closed doors. She knows they drifted apart over the years, and she wants them to be close again. Little does she what she's asking for.
As Evan and Adam grow close again, they soon realize they can't continue a normal father-and-son relationship anymore. The hunger that strikes between them is so strong that it's futile to try to end what they started. But just how far will things between them progress this time around?
Father Me With Hunger is a 5,000 word short story.
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Excerpt
Dad breathed in and out and forced a tight expression on his lips, breaking the gaze but still returning to my eyes every so often. “So, Evan, what do you want to do tonight?”
I shrugged. “Anything you want to do. I’ll let you decide.”
After a little pause, he looked back at me. “How about we go for a drive and talk?”
My cock rose at what weren’t even sexual words. Dad’s deep voice, his proximity to me, and the fact that we were alone together had that kind of combined power. God, I was hungry for him. First, I’d fallen into temptation and had gone as far as to be naked with him. Then, the desire for him had taken over and led me to be naked with him again. But we still hadn’t done much: no kissing, no sucking, definitely no fucking, and barely any touching.
I needed more.
“Maybe go to the beach and walk along the shore,” he added. “What do you think?”
Knuttburst Beach was gorgeous with white sand that was soft to the touch and the beautifully-blue ocean that was clear enough to see through it. It was especially calming at night with lampposts to light the way for a nice walk. Since Cestin Island had scorching summers, what with it being off the Atlantic coast of Florida, a trip to the beach was always perfect. I just didn’t go there a lot because I often didn’t have anyone to go with, not even Steve.
I attempted a smile. “Okay.”
“You need to shower first?”
“I don’t think so, you?”
“You sure?” Dad looked away for a moment and then back at me with a nervous expression. “Just…you know, in case something happens. Up to you, though.”
I got rock hard at what sounded like an implied plan, but I didn’t want to get ahead of myself. “I think you’re right. Better to be safe.”