****WARNING****
This fictional story includes sexually explicit details (Erotica) not limited to INCEST, graphic descriptions, and homosexual/bisexual/BDSM characters. Events and scenarios are completely fake, and created by the author's own imagination. Please Do Not read if easily offended.
Terrance
No matter how far you run, the sexual thoughts you believe are yours alone, stay with you wherever the path may lead. Terrance has just completed his junior year of high school, earned his driver's license after miserably failing the DMV test twice, and with his father by his side, buried his now deceased, beloved young mother. With so much change in such a short period of time, Terrance seeks some temporary release within himself, by running cross-country on his school's varsity level team. On each daily run, however, when Terrance passes that last oak tree, taking in his final deep breaths within his ever expanding lungs, stoping his run to wipe away those few remaining beads of runner's sweat, he has no choice but to ask himself, "How is my father, now my father?"
Understandably, grief has a way of changing your very definition of reality, but how does a Son connect with a Father who has lost most everything, and no words seem to capture the comfort that is needed between the two? How do you say, "Pops, I just want to hold you close?" How do you say to the most important person in your life, "I want to be with you, in a way, no others will ever be able to understand?" How will Terrance ever say, "Pops, I know Mom is dead, but I want you to, hold me, touch me, kiss me."All Rights Reserved