The Shape of Things To Cum

Seth loved his father. But when he needed medicines they couldn't afford, and the second government nursing home rejected him, they decided to do something that very few would understand. They decided together to build a lie out of an innocent love. Seth told his father that he had to accuse him of rape for his own good. It was the only way to get his father into a place where he would be cared for... jail...

Seth looked at the man he had loved. His father was fifty when Seth was born, and the picture of the distinguished man, his snow tipped hair holding a pink baby, with a blue cap on his head had been his father’s favorite. Seth had the ideal boyhood until his mother died when he was eleven. It was the same year when the market turned sour, and many people lost their fortunes, and their jobs.

They had moved into a small apartment, and that night Seth climbed in bed with his Dad for comfort. A boy of his age should not have needed that, but his Dad sweet with after-shave and his still muscular arms were able to hold him tight, and take away his fears and sorrows.

His Dad always was on his side. When he fell in love with a boy at school who was on his wrestling team, he could tell his father all the details, and his father never scorned him. His father knew most of the details about how his son was the last one in the shower spraying off the sweat from practice, the sharp needles of the pressure that burnt his eyes, so he only heard the water turned on next to him when Lion, a prince of a boy, who had been aptly named was naked beside him and let his wet buttock touch Seth’s. Soon two hard cocks were locked together in the quiet locker room

His Dad understood when Seth brought Lion home all through Junior, than Senior year. His Dad heard the bedsprings and the grunts and never said a word as he cooked a meal for both boys knowing they would be hungry.. His father loved his gay son, and his son’s lover. Was there ever a better Dad? But now Seth had to spin a story about how his father raped him as a boy, and he had to do it convincingly, he had to get a jury to believe that he had buried this shame all these years, and he had to do it now. If he stayed home to care for his Dad he would lose his job, and because his Dad had cancer once before, all pre-existing conditions kept any insurance types from covering him. There was no way they could afford care each day in the small apartment, and no way to pay two hundred dollars a day for his prescriptions.

“Dad, remember when I was eleven, and I climbed in bed with you.”

The old man smiled.

“I am going to make up a story that you penetrated me, and that I cried out for you to stop night after night. I’m going to have to do this to get you in prison. There is no other way. As an accused child rapist they will separate you, and give you a sentence of at least twenty years. They will have to take care of you medically as well as there is an operation they will do to you, because of it the law says to do it they must maintain your health.

“I know,” the old man remarked.

“It’s kind of foolish to castrate an eighty year old, but the law is the law, and all sex criminals must be castrated, they can’t discriminate between sexes, or ages. So Dad we don’t have a choice”

The Dad looked at his clever son. How like him to think of a way for him to get care from a team of Doctors and Nurses. He knew that his prostrate was still in good shape, and he felt his wrinkled balls tighten as he thought of the attention it would get. His thought as his son lifted the phone to call the Police was “Who thought you couldn’t teach old balls a new trick.”