I’ll admit, me Jimmy Standard, I haven’t always been the best father. Not the worst, but certainly not the present and involved dad I should have been. I’m a lawyer, and a successful one at that, but that success came at a cost. I always intended to marry my wife and have children, but life had other plans.
Just as I was promoted from law clerk to Associate Attorney, my fiancée got pregnant with our first son, Dylan Tides. I could have stepped back, found a less demanding job, but my ambition and desire to provide for my new family drove me forward. I told myself it was all for them, but looking back, I know I was fooling myself.
The years passed in a blur. My boys grew up, and my wife, always patient and supportive, held our family together. I didn’t see how much she was doing without me until it was too late. She asked for a divorce, and I couldn’t blame her. She took our younger son, Canyon, with her, while Dylan, my eldest, chose to live with me. I don’t blame him; given the choice between an overprotective mother or a distracted, workaholic father, any teen would choose the latter.
I left the corporate rat race, taking a partnership at a smaller firm run by old law school friends. I was determined to be a better father to Dylan. I insisted he have a live-in mentor, someone to guide him and keep him on track. To his credit, Dylan stepped up and proved himself responsible.
Being separated from Canyon has been hard, but his mother and I have an understanding, and I see him as often as possible. Now, she’s sending him to live with me, and I’m not sure if it’s for his benefit or hers. Either way, I’m happy to have my boy back.
But there’s a complication. Over the years, Dylan and I have grown incredibly close—closer than a typical father and son. When he came out to me at nineteen, I was proud of him, but also conflicted. I never wanted him to worry about my acceptance, but I also never expected to feel such a strong attraction to my own son.
One day, after a emotional conversation, Dylan noticed my physical response to our closeness. He kissed me, and I couldn’t resist. Since then, our relationship has evolved into something deeply intimate and taboo. I’ve promised myself to talk to Canyon about it, to prepare him for what he might see or hear, but the hunger in Dylan’s eyes makes it hard to resist.
As I stepped out of the shower, Dylan came to tell me Canyon was settled in. The look in his eyes was unmistakable. I know we should be careful, quiet, but how can I deny my son what he needs? What we both need? We’ll have to navigate this carefully, but for now, I can’t help but give in to the passion that burns between us.
Gaycest
FAMILY AGAIN Tape 2 – Time for a Change
I’ll admit, me Jimmy Standard, I haven’t always been the best father. Not the worst, but certainly not the present and involved dad I should have been. I’m a lawyer, and a successful one at that, but that success came at a cost. I always intended to marry my wife and have children, but life had other plans.
Just as I was promoted from law clerk to Associate Attorney, my fiancée got pregnant with our first son, Dylan Tides. I could have stepped back, found a less demanding job, but my ambition and desire to provide for my new family drove me forward. I told myself it was all for them, but looking back, I know I was fooling myself.
The years passed in a blur. My boys grew up, and my wife, always patient and supportive, held our family together. I didn’t see how much she was doing without me until it was too late. She asked for a divorce, and I couldn’t blame her. She took our younger son, Canyon, with her, while Dylan, my eldest, chose to live with me. I don’t blame him; given the choice between an overprotective mother or a distracted, workaholic father, any teen would choose the latter.
I left the corporate rat race, taking a partnership at a smaller firm run by old law school friends. I was determined to be a better father to Dylan. I insisted he have a live-in mentor, someone to guide him and keep him on track. To his credit, Dylan stepped up and proved himself responsible.
Being separated from Canyon has been hard, but his mother and I have an understanding, and I see him as often as possible. Now, she’s sending him to live with me, and I’m not sure if it’s for his benefit or hers. Either way, I’m happy to have my boy back.
But there’s a complication. Over the years, Dylan and I have grown incredibly close—closer than a typical father and son. When he came out to me at nineteen, I was proud of him, but also conflicted. I never wanted him to worry about my acceptance, but I also never expected to feel such a strong attraction to my own son.
One day, after a emotional conversation, Dylan noticed my physical response to our closeness. He kissed me, and I couldn’t resist. Since then, our relationship has evolved into something deeply intimate and taboo. I’ve promised myself to talk to Canyon about it, to prepare him for what he might see or hear, but the hunger in Dylan’s eyes makes it hard to resist.
As I stepped out of the shower, Dylan came to tell me Canyon was settled in. The look in his eyes was unmistakable. I know we should be careful, quiet, but how can I deny my son what he needs? What we both need? We’ll have to navigate this carefully, but for now, I can’t help but give in to the passion that burns between us.