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Tragedy at Seventeen - Story Time Blog

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Franko's parents met in college and fell in love during officer training school. Just a year after making the police force the two got married and had a son. After ten years his mother would eventually make detective, after twelve years is dad was a captain of a squat team trained to handle hostage situations. Then two years ago the story made all the papers. Two Las Vegas Police officers involved shooting while off duty.


Franko's mother was having an affair with her partner and he was pushing her to get a divorce. The problem was she didn't want one she wanted things to stay as they are or to call it off. It was a heated argument at one point her partner hit her throwing her back onto a bed. He grabbed her cell phone called her husband and when he answered said it's not your wife it Hank. Then bang a gun with off the phone fell to the floor, her heard his wife yell I'm sorry before shooting herself.


It is hard to believe the story gets worse but Franko was only fifteen when he lost his mother. he and his dad had no clue his mom was having an affair, except to say her partner was at the house a lot. They just seem close like partners, not lovers. Franko joined the track team at school at the suggestion of a counselor. His father was having issues emotional and was off for six months. He finally was allowed to return to work with a transfer to a desk job in human resources pending further counseling.


Frank Sr was beer drinker, and always had been. His beer drinking had increased with the death of his wife due to an affair. Franko had taken over a lot of his moms chores. His fathers swears he has never had to do his own laundry and does not know how. Breakfast was cereal Dinner became frozen dinners for two which Franko would time to be ready for when his dad was to get home. Frank Sr. would eat, get a little drunk and pass out in his recliner watching Hawaii Five O reruns. Franko would help get his dad to his bedroom and then undressed and in bed.


With his returned to work final and he was scheduled to start the following week a night out with the guys to celebrate had Frank Sr. was doing shots of Jack Daniels. Right before midnight Franko gets a call on his cell phone from his father.


Frank Sr. - Hey kid I'm to drunk to drive and I don't want to leave my truck here. Can you take a Uber and drive me and my truck home?


Franko - Dad an Uber is twenty minutes I can run there in seven. I will be there in about ten I have to put on my shoes.


Frank Sr. goes outside to wait by his truck, and few friends follow to confirm he is not driving. Franko shows up all sweaty he hold the door open for his dad as he gets in. The two of them drive off and home. With Truck parked in the middle of the garage Frank Sr gets out and falls to the floor. Franko comes around to help. With a arm around his shoulder and Frank Sr pulling himself up use the truck, they got to a standing position, with Frank Sr. twice the size of his this was easy for Franko.


Through the garage door into the house past the laundry room and and a ten foot hallway into the master bedroom. Frank Sr. fell onto the bed and Franko took his shoes off his dad undid his belt and pants pushing them to his knees before laying back down. Asking Franko to help finish for him. Franko was all questions, What were you drinking, How did they let you get this drunk. Finally after a lot of effort his dad was in his boxers shorts and wanted help getting under the covers. Then asking Franko for a hug Frank sat on the side of the bed an leaned in. Saying please don't get this drunk ever again.


Franko goes to get up but Frank Sr. held on. Damn he said you smell just like your mother.

Franko laid their frozen thinking how much he loved his father. How much he wanted him to move on from what happened. His was was huge and his arms locked around Franko he wasn't going anywhere. He father say saying just give me a minute. This feels to good then seconds later he realized his dad was sexually aroused and rubbing himself against him. Dad what are you doing Frank asked, know full well what was happening. His father presses harder and tugging on the fabric on Franko shorts and in-between his butt checks. He finally releases shoot his jizz all over Franko's back. While screaming into a pillow. It was over but no body moved. They both just went to pasted out and went to sleep.


Franko woke up first and crawled out from under his father grasp. He jumps into the shower thinking about what happen with his dad. The fact he smells like his mother was it his shampoo, the soap he used. Had he had forgotten what she smelled like? He came to the conclusion once his dad was back to work things would get better. His father came into the kitchen around ten asking if Franko made coffee. He explain it was an hour old, and his father replied it is perfect. Then asking who drove me home last night and did believe Franko when he said I did dad.


Frank Sr. texted a friend asking What was I drinking? Who drove me home? The reply Beer and Jack Daniels, and your son jogged to the bar. Got you and the truck. asking... Did you make it home okay? He did great. Just no more Jack for me I don't remember anything.


Frank Sr. slides his phone over to Franko, You were right sorry kid. I just can't believe I got so drunk I blacked out. That's not a good sign. Carl said I was drinking whiskey and I never do that. Franko reminded his father he was smart enough not to drive, and to call for a ride when he did. he explain he suggested an uber but the app said twenty minutes just to pick him up and another ten to drop. He run it in just over seven minutes.


His dad then says I do remember you showed up all sweaty, smelling like your mother. Franko cringes, maybe he shouldn't remember. He tries to change the subject I have a track practice tomorrow morning and a meet next Saturday morning, if you want to come to it. His father says I would love to lets see what my new job is like.


Franko was playing the PS5 while doing the laundry. His father stripped the sheets off his bed and threw them on the floor of the laundry room asking Franko to start them. Franko is thinking his dad remembers and this is his way of getting rid of the evidence. A fresh start after the worse drunk in this life. Four hours later short after three PM Frank Sr. opened his first beer of the evening. At four-thirty the grocery store dropped off a propane tank, two pounds of ground steak a six pack of hamburger buns, and a case of beer.


Frank was pretty close to drunk by the time the burgers hit the grill. He handed Franko a beer and told to drink up, but he only gets one. Franko takes over the grill afraid his dad will burn them he turns the flame down lower. His dad takes a seat at the table outside and watches. Franko waits a few minutes and flips the burgers over and applies cheese. Another few minutes he puts them on a plate ready to be served. Perfectly pink in the middle but zero blood. They finish the food and their beer, and both seemed extremely relaxed. Frank ask Franko to fetch two more beers and then told him he could start the second, but did think he would finish before passing out.


Franko was convinced the food was stopping him from getting a buzz. They talked about him getting up for track practice in the morning after drinking for the first time. Finally Franko said it ten o'clock I going to my room to pass out. His dad says hang on a second help take the dirty dishes to the kitchen. Once in the kitchen Franko was asked to get them started soaking. Once he had finished that his dad handed him his unfinished beer and offered him a toast. Here's to track practice. They both take a drink. Frank Sr. suggests he could skip track practice, and do the dishes instead. Franko said it's fine dad I can do both. Seven minutes later the dishes were done he told his dad goodnight and he went to his room.


Franko does fifty crunches every night before bed. He was on thirty-three when his dad opens the door begging for help. The sheets to his bed are in the dryer he needs help putting them on. Franko grabs the sheets and heads to his dads bedroom. The fitted sheet was on the wrong way and after they solved that problem things moved forward. his dad was removing clothes as Franko was to the point on turning down the sheet and blanket.

Frank Sr. comes up behind him just as Franko turns to face him. He lays him down on the bed climbing on top of him while showering him with kisses. Begging he whispered Do this with me. Just pretend you are her.


Frank Sr starts grinding into his son, Franko is starting to get turned and was begging his father to stop. His father groping his body parts a hand cups his butt to help his son grind back. They were drunk and body fucking. This time with Frank Sr. shoves his tongue down his sons throat they both release together. Franko was freaking, as senior passes out conveniently and on top of his son. It took twenty minutes but he finally got out from under him without waking him up. His mind was racing wondering if that counted as doing gay stuff. How great it all felt and what should he do if his dad wants to do it again.


Franko was convinced the sex was all his fault, him smelling like his mother was his dads trigger. He was thinking about solutions, like buzzing all his hair off, talking to his track coach, filming it and blackmailing dad to quit. Just become queer and fill for mom until dad gets over it. Franko pulls up gay porn on his phone after years of purposely avoiding it. Scrolling through clips asking himself could I do that? He questions how much they are really into it, does it really feel that good? As some point he doses off and wakes to his alarm for practice. He jumps in the shower and runs out the door ten minutes later. He finally has something else to think about beside his dad.


Frank Sr. wakes two hours later hung over and remembering everything. With no coffee made he opens a beer in hopes of relieving his hangover. Wondering where his son is and if he is officially gay? Has he told anybody? By eleven track practice should be over, and so was another sixpack. Frank wasn't sure how to handle this or how to fix it. He knew he was drunk and had to be careful. A large man just wearing boxer shorts he sticks his head under the kitchen sink faucet and gives it a good rinse. Grabs a towel off the counter and dries his head as he hears his neck crack. That felt good he thinks he does a few stretches and hears a few more cracks.


Franko walks in the back door, and they make eye contact but no one says a word. Franko heads towards his room, when his father asked... How did practice go? Franko say fine I'm going to go take a shower. For the first time in Franko's life he locked the bathroom door and CLICK the bad part was Frank Sr noticed. He hears the water turn on. He waits a minute going nuts. Then he tried opening it confirming it was locked. His blood pressure skyrockets he puts his fist through the door breaking it open in the process. Franko pulls back the shower curtain, yelling ... Dad Stop. Grabbing his son by his hair he drags him out of the shower and bathroom. Naked he falls to the floor just for his dad to pick him up by the back of his neck and point to his bedroom as his father picks up the speed in which he is walking, forcing Franko to comply.


He throw is son onto the bed saying... You need to do this for me. Do this for your mother. It would be what she would want. You love me you want to help your dad get through this right?


Franko looks at his father and asks. Just what are you asking me to do dad?


You smell just like her, you have her laugh. I want you to take her place for a little bit. Just give me more time to get use to the idea she's gone. That se cheated on us. You liked it last night for a while, you know that felt good. You are probably gay already. No one has to know we make love it will be our secret. Do it for me, like everything else you do. I promise I will make it feel great and after the first time you will want me to fuck you every night.


Frank was all ready naked and in a unmade bed using the sheets to give him some cover as his dad starts to move in. This was way too close to happening. Franko asked, have you ever done gay stuff before. His father got defensive saying absolutely not. To which Franko replied. Then how do you know what you are doing. How do you know the best position to do it for a guys first time. The best kind of lube?


Frank Sr. I was told to eat your ass for ten minutes and you would want me to do it.


Franko - We should defiantly do that first. What do you got for lube?


Frank Sr. - He opens and nightstand and finds a pink nightgown telling his son to put it on.


Franko does as instructed and watches his father transform. His father was seeing his wife not his son. Rushing over to him on the bed saying I am so glad you came back. Franko was sure of what he was doing. But he leans in a gives his dad a kiss on the lips, as he backs off he says I know where some lube is I will be right back. Just as his father start to get concern Franko comes back with a jar of Vaseline. He hands it to his father saying start putting on I need to do something in the bathroom first. Again he leaves the room but everything seems logical.


Franko when retrieving the lube also dialed 911 on his cell phone put inside a shoe and left his shoes outside his fathers door. When he left the second time he picked up his shoes with his cell phone and bypassed the bathroom and headed for the garage. Grab the set of keys to the truck, and a pair of shorts and t-shirt from the laundry room. Has the truck started when he hit the button to open the garage door. That seventeen second seem to last forever. The question was his dad on his way? Stopping to get his gun? up in his room know he had lost this fight.


911 had tracked his location. He explained who his dads was that he was drunk and needed help. They had cars on the way. Sadly they were too late just as his father heard the word I'm sorry from his wife over the phone. Then message left on Franko's voicemail while he was talking to 911 would be just as haunting. Hello Franko I love you so much, I'm Sorry a gun goes off as the police break in.



Tragedy at Seventeen - Story Time Blog





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