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But, the truth was, Pete was a good guy and he was a good friend.  I didn’t want to hurt him.  It’s amazing the corners we’ll paint ourselves into to spare the feelings of others, isn’t it?  So, a few days later, I was standing next to him in the foyer of his father’s house, having just heard him call out to his dad.

Moments later, the most gorgeous man I’d ever laid eyes on appeared, grinning from ear to ear.  His slightly worn face showed that he was probably in his mid to late 50s, but it didn’t hide this good looks that could rival even the most attractive model or movie star.  I also couldn’t take my eyes off of the sleeveless shirt and shorts he was wearing, showing off his absolutely ripped arms and legs.  Suddenly, I was glad that I hadn’t turned down Pete’s invitation, after all.

Mr. Davison pulled his son into a big hug.  “Petey!  It’s so good to see you!”

“Likewise, Dad!”

He patted Pete’s shoulder and had the hugest smile on his face.  It was actually heartwarming to see a father and son so close.  Of course, my mind was already working in overdrive, playing out all kinds of scenarios where Mr. Davison and I had our bodies as close as Pete and his dad were right now.  Only, “heartwarming” isn’t exactly the right word to describe those fantasies.

Mr. Davison broke the hug and both he and Pete turned to look at me.  “Dad, this is Rob.”

I extended my hand to him, preparing to greet him.  Not breaking that dick-twitching smile of his, Mr. Davison surprised me by pulling me into a hug, too.  I was in heaven!  “Rob, it’s so good to finally meet you,” Pete’s dad said heartily, as our hug continued much to my delight.  “Pete’s told me all about you.”

For a moment, I cringed.  It was just further proof that Pete had a completely different idea about our relationship than me.  This whole situation was getting too sticky for my liking…and not the good kind of sticky.

“It’s good to meet you too, Mr. Davison.  Pete’s spoken so highly of you.  I’ve been anxious to meet you!”

Mr. Davison broke our hug.  “Rob, please.  Call me Ted.  Listen, boys.  I’m sorry.  I’d hoped to be showered, dressed, and ready to head out to dinner when you two got here.  Give me ten minutes and I’ll be right back here, ready to take you two hungry college guys to dinner!”

“it’s no problem, Dad.  I’ll show Rob around while you get ready.”

Really, I would’ve been perfectly happy helping Ted Davison out with his shower.  But, alas, I had to keep portraying the dutiful boyfriend.  God, that word made me shudder…boyfriend.

I watched Ted as he ascended the stairs, unable to take my eyes off his body - particularly his shapely, muscled ass in his shorts - as he moved.  He must’ve felt eyes on him because he stopped halfway up and turned to look back, catching my gaze.  I flashed him a quick grin, which elicited a questioning look from him.  It was then that Pete’s voice cut through my thoughts and distracted me.  I turned to see him over in the living room, talking to me as if I was right there with him.  He was completely unaware that I was still in the foyer, lusting after his hunky father.  By the time that I turned back to the staircase, Ted had vanished upstairs to take his shower.

At first I was pissed off at Dad for getting pregnant. The man's a 50 year old construction worker for Christsake. Beer-drinking, brat-eating, football-loving macho blue collar dude. Big and strong from his high school football days and having a bit of a beer belly that made his burly body seemed that much more imposing.

Well, he had to cut out the beer during the pregnancy. But the biggest change was Mom kicked him out of the house and my old man was sleeping in my spare bedroom. He was sheepish as he moved a couple of his bags in that first day.

"How could you get knocked up?" I had to ask him with some exasperation.

He just shrugged. "There's a younger dude in my crew... real meathead but cute fucker. That asshole sweet-talked me into bareback... and you know, stuff happens, Adam."

"Yeah, I know Dad... Jesus, you gotta be careful." I felt a strange role reversal, lecturing him for a change.

"Too late for that son. Seven months from now you're gonna have a little brother." He looked at me apologetically. "I can find another place. Maybe my buddy Reg'..."

"You not going to Reggie's," I said. "I got plenty of room, and well, we'll figure it out."

***

The weird thing was, I never had a bone for my old man until he started getting big. I don't know, it was like he was the most masculine of men but also pregged up like a chick. It was hot.

But the real kicker was in the eighth month, when his pecs started to swell, big. Honest to god man tits. I kept boning up just looking at him, and even Dad noticed one day.

"Seems like someone's a titty man," he teased.

I blushed. I mean, I was caught with a hardon for my own father. My good and well-pregnant father. "Sorry, Dad... it's just, well you have a pretty big rack."

Dad kind of pushed up his tits but he didn't really need to. They were round and firm. "I knew they'd swell up but wasn't prepared for how much," he admitted.

My face felt pale as the blood drained right to my cock. "Um, how long you think you're gonna have 'em that big?"

"Can't say, son," Dad replied. "Some of it may be pregnancy weight, but they may get even bigger once I start nursing."

I felt so crazy horny at that moment. "That guy in your crew.... what's his name? Michael?"

"Yeah, Mike," Dad said, naming the baby daddy. "What of him?"

"No offense, Dad," I said, lust in my voice. "But the dude's an idiot."

Dad's expression was emotional and open, a look I don't think I'd ever seen from him growing up. "Adam..." he gently admonished.

"Serious, Dad. You're carrying his fucking kid... he should be worshipping the ground you walk on... taking care of your needs." I was going too far past the line of what was appropriate, but I was getting worked up.

"I appreciate that, Adam," Dad said softly, trying to choose his words carefully. "And I appreciate everything you're doing for me."

***

I thought that was that, and I worried I'd freaked my father out some. But that evening, I was starting to doze off asleep, when I felt the bed stir. My dad was getting under the covers with me, next to me. I felt his strong arm on my chest then the warmth of his pregnant body as he scooted up to me.

We kissed, our first kiss, then we were making out, months of pent-up lust bubbling up to the surface.

I blew my father, to completion, tasting his seed. Then as I scooted up, hoping for reciprocation, Dad pushed up his tits. "Come on, Adam, I know you've been fantasizing about 'em. Fuck Daddy's tits."

I lined up my hard as nails prick, right into the groove. Then I did it. I had my first tit fuck. It took my a half a minute, tops, before I was nutting all over Dad's chest and neck.

"Attaboy," he grinned excitedly.

I leaned down to kiss him gratefully, snowballing some of my cum with him in the process.

***

The delivery went well. I had a baby brother, Samuel Calhoun Miller, and my father was a papa again, tired and happy at the same time. At first I missed seeing that big tummy on my father, but the changes in his body made those tits look even bigger, jutting out obscenely. No matter what T-shirt Dad wore, the fabric clung to those mounds in a way that had me boning.

I fucked those titties a lot now, getting off on their ample size, their fullness. But I wasn't prepared for that first time - when Dad knew what I wanted more than I'd even admit.

He came out from feeding the infant and putting him down in his crib for his afternoon nap. Dad's T-shirt was still pulled over his head, behind his neck, showing off that massive dad-rack. "Sam sure is a hungry bugger," my father said quietly. "But I'm pretty sure he left some for you, if you want son."

I grew hard instantly. The sight of Dad's mammary glands, the nipples pointy and puffy from where my little brother had been feasting just now. I couldn't take my eyes off that chest as I just nodded.

Dad chuckled and stepped up. My eye was a little below nipple level so I had to lean up. Dad met me halfway and I latched my mouth on his teat. I knew I'd want to have a slower exploration in the future but for now I was eager to try it. I started sucking.

"You may need to gently chew while you suck, just to get it going," Dad instructed me.

It took a second then I felt the wetness in my mouth. Followed by the sweet, rich taste of my father's milk. I moaned excitedly at the perversity of the situation and the flavor. I pulled off a second.

"Fuck," I whispered.

"You like that buddy?" Dad teased running his fingers encouragingly through my hair.

"Oh yeah," I said. My voice was hoarse I was so turned on.

"Have it at, then, son," Dad encouraged as I slipped off my shorts and latched my mouth back on his lactating tit. "Let Daddy feed you your lunch."

You see this intergenerational couple being lovey-dovey with one another as they sat on the lounge chair by the pool. From the way they were touching and caressing one another, and from the way they look into one another’s eyes, you know that there was some very hot sex that went on last night and probably well into the morning. You can’t help noticing how hairy they both are, and how they are already sporting nice bulges in their swimming trunks. You don’t doubt that as soon as they leave the pool, they’ll go back to their state room and fuck each other’s brains out once more. The sexual tension between the two of them is just too obvious.

They see you staring at them. Rather than be embarrassed about it, they are enjoying the attention. The younger man turns his head and kiss the cheek of the older man. Even thought the dark sunglasses, you know that the older man is looking at you. And then he smiles.

“I mean it, Frank,” I pouted. I knew I shouldn’t be mixing work and sex, but with the warm weather our construction crew were pulling in overtime, and I’d barely had time to beat off much less find sex in this small town. And seeing the way this burly 49 year old would surreptitiously eye me up gave me hope I could make something happen. “No strings, no recip, just good old fashioned head.”

The man let out a low whistle as he turned the pick up truck onto the main highway. “They sure grow you young guys with some real balls these days,” he shook his head gruffly.

Yeah, I had some nerve. But I was real built for 19, from the gym and football, and even though Frank had more beefy bulk, I knew I could at least hold my own if it came to fists. But I had a feeling it wasn’t gonna. “Come on, boss, I know you want it.” Frank wasn’t my boss exactly, but he was unofficially in charge of me at the site, so the nickname just sort of developed.

He drove silently for a minute then replied softly. “It HAS been a while.” He looked over at me, catching me staring at the packed crotch of jeans. Then, “what the hell,” he said as he pulled the truck into a deserted industrial park while he reached down to unzip with his free hand.

Frank came fast that day, maybe in a minute flat, I think he was so backed up. He even apologized, but I was happy as a clam, even leaning back in the cab of the truck and whacking out my own quick load, with the flavor of Frank’s salty cum still in my mouth.

I had a feeling the stud would want more of that, but I wasn’t prepared for how Frank became so, I dunno, almost romantic. The next day on the site, he seemed a little standoffish until about an hour before quitting time, when he sauntered up to me, looking hot as hell in his construction gear, the burly muscle showing through.

“Hunt…” he started. Frank was the only one to shorted my name Hunter like that. “You maybe interested in coming over to my place after work? I can’t cook, but I do a mean take out.”

I gave him my best pearly white smile, “I’d love that, boss,” I said. Apprehensive that things could be getting complicated at my job, but excited as hell inside.

It had been a long day in the sun and those beers at Frank’s place were about the tastiest I’d had. I’d gone down on him the minute we got to his place, but there was still an erotic buzz between as we chatted like longtime buddies and sat in his basic townhouse rec room. I could tell he wanted another go that night, which was A-OK with me, but we were not in a rush.

“All right, I gotta ask,” he finally said in his deep booming voice. I don’t know if the dude had it in him to talk quietly. “Greenville’s a small place, sure, but I bet you could find dick here if you wanted. You know, hotter, younger guys.”

I looked him straight in the eye. “Boss, you’re the hottest man in this city. Hands down.” I took a sip from my beer. I was getting a good buzz on now. “It’s why I took a chance making a move at the site. I normally have more sense,” I winked.

I could tell Frank didn’t believe me, but he didn’t challenge me. Instead, we finished our beers, then Frank asked, cautiously, “Hunt, you wanna stay over tonight?”

“Only if you fuck me,” I replied, which made Frank let out a deep belly laugh.

“You’re a wild one, boy,” he guffawed.

That night I lay down on my stomach on Frank’s queen sized bed and gripped the sheets as he mounted me, his burly hair body writhing against my smooth back as pounded his thick cock steadily into me, working himself slowly steadily to a well-deserved orgasm. And fucking two loads out of me in the process.

I slept like a lamb that night.

Yeah, things changed between me and Frank at work, but we tried not to act differently around each other in front of the other guys. But I was falling head over heels in love and lust with the guy. He was every bit of the father figure I was looking for. Stern, masculine, but caring, with a sensitive side he didn’t normally show. Best part was the way his eyes would light up and he’d smile when looking over at me working. Having this burly dude crush out on me made me fall harder.

I got the sense he still thought I was just settling for an older man. He was always putting down his appearance, his balding head, his not-trim waistline, or the gray hairs that were popping up all over his body.

It wasn’t until one night when we were fucking that it click for him. Turns out missionary was Frank’s favorite position, and that’s how we were going at it that night, the man roughly thrusting into me while my legs lay on his shoulders. Him angled to look down on me, smiling but with a gruff domineering expression in his eyes that gave me a major throbbing bone.

“You like that Hunt?” he growled. “Like my fat dick fucking you?”

“Yeah, boss,” I breathed. I wasn’t on the edge of orgasm, but it wouldn’t take me long to get there tonight. “Fuck me. Fuck your boy.”

He liked the sound of that, cause he pounded even harder, knocking me against the headboard. I loved it. Then, he said it. The magic words. “Who’s your daddy?”

I groaned and he repeated himself. “Who’s your daddy, stud? I wannna hear you tell me.”

“You are, sir. You’re my daddy. Fuck me, Daddy.” And with that my hot jizz started spraying my chest in involuntary spurts, as Frank growled excitedly and started fucking to his own nut.

“Daddy’s coming in ya, kiddo.”

After that, Frank understood. Understood his power over me. Like yesterday when we were driving between sites, he looked over at me, a gleam in his eye. “Wanna see Daddy’s fur?”

I nodded breathlessly and watched as he undid his reflective vest and started unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his powerful chest and glorious coating of silver-and-brown hair.

“That’s hot Daddy,” I breathed, feeling my cock grow erect in my jeans. “Can I feel that on my back tonight?” I loved getting fucked face down and while we usually did it the way Frank wanted increasingly we switched it up.

Reblog from Takeover Tales

I spent the weekend with my dad’s who had grown a lot since I last saw him. Isn’t he the one who is supposed to tell me that? His body mass was much larger and now he looked like he could kick my ass while sitting. It didn’t bother me, I kind of liked it. You see, my parents got a divorce after my dad started acting a little strange and that was about three years go. I hadn’t seen him since. It’s almost as if he appeared out of nowhere after disappearing out of my life.

My mother dropped me off outside, failing to build up enough courage from the drive to come in and at least say hello. I didn’t blame her, she had been through a lot and I wasn’t going to give her any more shit than she deserved. That was very little. I stood outside with my bag hung over my shoulder and my book bag leaning against my leg. I pulled the strap over my body and walked right up to the door. Without hesitation, the door opened and I was greeted by a bear of a man. This was my father.

“Dad?” I asked, he looked nothing like he used to but I could still see it in his face. I think it was the nose because it was the same as mine.

“Yeah. I would hope so. Look at you! Man do we have some catching up.” He grabbed my bags and then placed them on the sofa. Beyond the foyer we passed an office with an executives desk placed in the center and an apple computer’s apple light glowing in the dark. I could make out various office items such as books leaning against each other underneath a lamp and a cup filled with mechanical pencils, each one with a brand new eraser. To the right there was the door that lead to the garage. As we moved along we reached a hallways leading to the guest bedroom which belonged to me for the weekend and the guest bathroom at the end which was beach themed with bowls of shells on shelves and sand dollar soaps. We reached the kitchen and living room combo after the hallway and the roof grew immensely, a giant fan centering the ceiling. The marble counter tops reflected the light from the center of the fan and there were pots and pans filled with the meal for the evening. In the living are, two sofas faced each other with a table in the center, a vase with orange flowers was a nice addition. On the wall was an abstract orange painting with streaks of paint thrown across the canvas. The dining room matched the dark wood of the kitchen cabinets and down the center was a fabric accent with orange stripes and on top of it was a bowl or oranges. Behind the table was the view of the backyard with its green grass and carefully placed lawn chairs. The master bedroom wasn’t for my eyes.

“It smells great!” I let the aroma of the spinach and cheese pasta fill my nose as he pulled it off. The Asiago cheese was gooey as he set the table and the sound of water pouring into my glass made me smile.

“So, how have you been. I know that the last time I saw you we weren’t really on good terms.” He took a sip of water before placing a piece of ravioli in his mouth, a single strand of cheese stretching from plate to lips.

“Well, you weren’t on good terms with mom but I’ve been busy. I got into Yale and I will be going this fall.” I sipped to the accomplishments.

“Yale? Wow. When I was al…well, I’m proud of you.” He smiled. It was still odd seeing his face work since it was a bit rounder. His skin moved differently.

“I’m also gay.” I tried to avoid eye contact as I put a ravioli in my mouth. If he yelled at me it would give me something to do while I listened. In fact, I would have just chewed it and ignored his torment.

“Interesting.” He smiled.

“Yeah.” I gulped down the cheese and looked at him. He wasn’t going to yell or maybe I had spoken too soon?

“You aren’t going to be treated differently.” He said. I found out that weekend was that what he really meant was: “I’m not going to beat you or scream like other dads but that doesn’t mean I won’t do other things.”

I was in bed when I heard the whispers. We had just finished watching a movie together and as the credits rolled past I yawned, cuing us to sleep. I followed the whispers past the kitchen with its spacious cooking area and the dining room with its orange accents and to the crack in the master bedroom door. There was a perfect view of the bed which had my father sprawled out on top of it. His cock was erect and flowing out from it was a white cloud, coming together just above his body. My dad’s back was arched as this white mist flew out of him and then he fell back onto the comforter as it started to turn into what looked like a human being. Then the guess was confirmed, floating above my father was the ghostly form of a burly man.

“Man, I can’t wait to screw your son. I Just have to figure out how to let him let me.” He was talking to himself as he floated around the room. My father snored on the bed and rolled to get comfortable. “Oh no you don’t.” He shoved himself back into my father’s erect cock, causing him to arch his back once more. His hands wrapped themselves up in the blankets as he grabbed them, moaning and writhing as this spirit took his body. He took control quickly, I could tell from the way he looked at his hands. “Man, you’re one hot fucking catch. Three years of shaping you to be the perfect host and now you fit like a glove.” He patted his stomach and then rolled over. I waited quietly trying to listen to him and then I heard his snoring and took that as a reason to leave.

The following morning I received a text in my phone, the vibrations on the wood causing me to wake up. I groggily looked at the photo and it was my father. He was only wearing underwear and had his arm above his head. He was posing for me. For a second I almost passed off the previous night as a dream but the moment I saw the picture I knew that he wasn’t my dad. He quickly came into my room to apologize for that and made up this story about how it was supposed to go to someone he had been dating or whatever but I saw right through that bullshit.

“You can stop acting. I know it’s not you in there.”

“What?”

“I know you’re a ghost or something.” I could see his cock pressing against the inside of his pajama pants and then I felt my own beginning to grow.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You can pretend all you want but I saw you last night. Not you my dad but the you that can float in and out of his body. ‘Like a glove’ is what you said, I think.” I was desperately trying to hide my boner from him.

“Aha. You sneaky bastard. I knew I liked you the moment I saw you.” He sat down on the bed and I moved over to make room.

“So, what do you want?” I asked.

“I’ve gotten everything I wanted. I’m living again and your dad is the perfect body. You think so too.” He reached over and touched the tenting blanket. I tried to pull away but he grabbed it and I cringed. It felt good.

“Stop.”

“You like it. If you didn’t you wouldn’t have popped one the moment you saw me.”

“I don’t think that’s how that works.”

“C’mon, son. You want it.” He had started crawling over me, his heavy body causing the bed to have an even bigger indention. I could feel the heat of his own cock and he pushed himself against me, his bulge rubbing against my own. He repeated this and then lowered his face to mine, kissing me passionately. I didn’t refuse and instead of pushing him away I reached up and pulled him in. He ripped off the blanket and pulled off everything that I was wearing, almost ripping it because of his strength. It was easy for my to push off his bottoms with my leg and I felt his massive meat land just above my own. I chuckled as he smiled and then he forcibly flipped me over. I used the pillow to muffle my screams as he plowed me with his rod, slamming me into the headboard as he penetrated my hole. He rhythimcally fucked me in the guest bedroom and he grabbed my hair like he was riding me like an animal. I grabbed at the pillow pressing it harder and harder, biting into the cotton to keep me from screaming. It felt amazing as he rammed me with his cock and out of the combination of happiness and pain, a tear dropped onto the pillow case.

“Oh fuck YES!” I screamed finally. I couldn’t hold it any longer.

“Your hole is so tight it feels fucking amazing.” He grunted and I tightened just to milk it out of him. I moaned as I started to push myself away from the headboard to keep myself from hitting it and I could feel his pulsating cock being to blow. He filled me up with his sweet fluid and let out a roar as he came. The thrusts slowed down and eventually he pulled out. I rolled over and curled up into him, his hairy body laid out before me. I circled his nipple with my finger and he used his arm to bring me in for a kiss. We laid there blissfully and I almost wanted to smoke a cigarette like most people do in the movies but instead, I kissed him this time.

“You can keep my dad. I wasn’t a big fan of him before anyways. I was too scared to come out of the closet and he were in control he probably would have kicked my ass.”

“If it makes you feel any better he would have. I could feel it.” He tapped his forehead.

“It does make me feel better.” I curled back up into him and I didn’t want this weekend to end.

I got home and dropped my bag at the entrance and ran downstairs to the den. As soon as I got there, dad was there shirtless with another man on his knees in front of him. The man smiled at me, he was a handsome man and around the same age and build as dad. I could see dad smirking from behind, showing off his toned body and perky nipples. I was speechless, I didn’t know what was going on. 

“Happy birthday, son.” Dad finally spoke and put his hands on the man’s shoulders and began to rub them.

“Dad, what’s this?” I asked as I walked closer to them. Dad walked around the kneeling man and gave me a hug and a kiss on the forehead; “It’s your 18th birthday present, son. You’re a man now and as a man, the world will test you. You’ll have responsibilities that you didn’t have before.”

“Yeah, that’s a given but…who is the man?” I asked as dad kept his arm over my shoulder. 

“That’s your birthday present.” Dad snapped his fingers and the kneeling man got off his knees and walked towards us. As soon as he was close to us, I could smell the aftershave, the soap he used, feel the warmth of his skin radiating off his body.

“As a man, you need to learn responsibility and what better way than being responsibility for your own boy.”

“Boy? Dad, he is your age, what do you mean by ‘boy’?”

“Son, he is your boy, your submissive, your slave, whatever you want to classify it.” He saw the confusion on my face and  snapped his fingers again and the man in front of me got back on his knees and wrapped his muscular arms around my legs and looked up to me, “I’m yours, sir. Whatever you want or need, I will do. Just tell me how I may serve you, sir.”

“See? He’ll do whatever you want.”

“Okay…uh…what’s his name? Where did you find him? Is this even legal?”

“He doesn’t have one, give him a new one if you want. And yes, it’s legal because he signed a contract. Now, do you want to continue asking each and every detail of your present or do you want to go to your room and have fun?”

I smiled. Dad was great. I hugged him again and he laughed, “Have fun, son. But try to not make too much noise. You know how your papa gets when he can’t sleep.”

“Right…wait, does he know you got me a…guy?”

“Who do you think found him? You can thank him when he gets back.”

“You both are the greatest.” I tapped the man that was still holding on to my legs and we walked out of the den and up to my room. The man didn’t say anything or looked like he wanted to be anywhere else. He followed me in silence but with a smile on his face. He was wearing a black jockstrap, a bracelet on his wrist that read, “Master’s boy,” and a small tattoo under his belly button that read ‘owned.’ 

“So, this is my room…” I showed him the room and he nodded, “You can sit down if you want.” He nodded, got on his knees and sat down on his heels, “I meant on the bed or the chair.” He looked at both and nodded again, before sitting on the bed, “Thank you sir.”

“My name is John.” He nodded. 

“What’s your name?” I asked as I sat next to him, “I have no name unless you would like to give me one.”

“How did you end up mine?”

“My previous master sold me and my brother slaves to different people. Your father took me in when those people tried to abuse me. He saved my life and I told him that I could be his slave. He said he was already married but that his son, you, could find a use for me.”

I grabbed his thigh and massaged it, “Sorry that happened to you…that’s not gonna happen here.”

“Thank you sir.” He said as he put his own hand over mine.

“Please call me John or Johnny.” He looked at me quizzically and then smiled and nodded, “Johnny.”

“And do you not have a name or can’t remember it?”

“I had one long time ago…but after I was made into a slave, I was never called that again.”

“Do you remember it?” He shook his head.

“What do you want to be called?”

“I…I never was asked that before, sir…I mean, Johnny.”

“Well, I can bring out my laptop and we can look up names until you find one that suits you, if you want. I’m not keen on calling you slave, it’s kinda rude in my opinion. How about…Mark or James?” I asked. He smiled and nodded, “I like James.”

“Alright, welcome to the family James.” 

~A week Later~

“BOYS! GET DOWN HERE NOW!” A big muscular bear screamed up the stairs.

“Oh come on Phil, let him have some more fun.” Dad had said to his husband.

“The food is getting cold!” Phil crossed his huge arms and pouted. His husband came over to him and kissed his cheek, “And they’ll eat it cold then. Come on papa bear, don’t be like that. You brought him here, so it’s your fault.”

“Shut up Jim and give me another kiss before I scream at our son again.” The husbands were kissing when James and Johnny came down the stairs laughing. 

“Good morning guys.” Johnny said as he sat down. James got himself and his new master plates. 

“Don’t good morning us, young man. You and your new man know the rules, we all eat breakfast together. You’re both late.”

“Sorry sir…” James said and Johnny nodded, “Sorry papa…”

Jim rubbed Phil’s shoulders with force, “It’s okay…let’s eat now.” 

The family ate and talked about what they would be doing over the weekend. After breakfast, the two new lovers took John’s car down to the cabin his dads rented for them. 

“We’re here.” Johnny said with a big smile. James took out all the food and bags and brought them inside. Johnny tried to help but James said that he could do it and that Johnny should relax since he drove. 

Once inside, the food was put in the fridge and the bags were put in the room. James got on his knees and began to kiss his young master as he laid on the couch, in front of a fireplace; “Thank you for an amazing week, Johnny. Let me show you how much I’ve enjoyed being yours.” 

The older man took off his shirt and grabbed his master’s hand and put it on the back of his head. Johnny knowing what his older lover wanted, pushed him down on his crotch. James was not gagging or coughing, he had been well trained to take cocks of all sizes and his new master’s cock was a perfect 9 inch long beauty. He would worship it and love it until his last day. 

Now we’d been best friends since we were kids so I guess I was one of the the few guys who didn’t fall under his spell when he put on his air of superiority. I would just tell him to can it and he would laugh at me calling his bluff. God I loved him.

We both came out in high school with different outcomes. Mine was more of a ‘so what’ kind of reaction while he caused a number of eye brows to be raised and was soon working his charm as he was working his way into several jock’s pants. They just fell like a wet noodle before him and he was soon bragging about banging another of them. I was jealous as hell, but I tried not to show it. He was not only getting the choice studs, he was fucking them as well, not being fucked by them. He even showed me a few pics he took while mounting these hot guys. I tell you he could’ve made serious cash with those pics!

After graduation, the story didn’t change, only the caliber of his conquests went up. It wasn’t long before he banged several of the local cops, his boss, and even the mayor, but I was sworn to secrecy over that. I had a few dates but little happened outside of making out and trading blow jobs. Jack was climbing corporate ladders and fucking everyone along the way.

It wasn’t too long before he was in a good job making serious money, which allowed him to establish himself as a respected member of the community. What he didn’t earn by his abilities, he bought with his income.

We kind of drifted apart for a while until dad ran into him at a store. He told me how he ran into little Jacky and the great conversation they had. Then he said for me to call him as he wanted to see me. He asked about your mom and if I was still doing lawncare. When I told him I was still the best this town had, he offered me a job to be his primary lawn keeper. Can you imagine, I’m going to be mowing his lawn. My how the tables have turned in ten years.

So I called Jack and after he calmed down, he invited me out to see his home. I knew I was in for a treat as he never did things half assed. Sure enough, I found a gorgeous home when I arrived. Expensive artwork, beautiful woodwork, tasteful furniture. My buddy had done well. And one other thing, there were several men running around his home wearing only tight pants and a bold leather collar. I couldnt help but stare. Then I recognized a few of them. There was Mr. Gold, our former gym teacher. And Mr. Broadmoor, our neighbor who was always sunning himself and showing off his body. I remember we had jerked off to those two as kids. There was also the hot guy who ran the meat department at the grocery store and the daddy who used to work as the crossing guard for the grade school. All these men were guys we jerked off to in my tree house. Only now they were right here and practically available.

Jack saw me staring and he said that he knew what I was thinking. And you’re absolutely right. All those guys we beat off to as kids, well, they’re still hot. And guess what, they’re available, too! I just worked my magic with them and got them to loosen up enough to get them into bed with me. When they saw how nicely hung I am, they tended to succumb to my charms and ended up with my cum all over them. And the great thing about that is they tend to want more of it. They’re here trying to catch my attention for another go around in my bedroom.

I finally decided that I wanted more. It wasn’t enough that I got to fuck all those hot guys we used to mastutbate to, I wanted them to show the world that they were my bitches. So after the first fuck, I told them if they want to continue getting access to my dick, they had to wear my collar. Dont you think they look great wearing my collar?

I looked around at all the handsome daddies walking around shirtless with just the collar on. It looked like it was a uniform for a perverted company. But I had to admit, it did look hot.

I asked if they had to wear it everywhere or if it was only while they were here and Jack smiled and said he had the only key to the locks. Those fuckers stay on until I take them off. And there’s at least thirty of them walking around the town with them on under their work shirts.

It would be interesting if shirts were suddenly outlawed. The guys wearing my collars would surprise you. So, is there any guy you would like to take to my guest room and finally get to spend some quality time with? For me its like Christmas morning around here with the number of studs I have access to. I’ll tell you what, Officer Jones there is one of my favorites. Hes got such a soft supple hole that I just love fucking him. And hes so appreciative.

I looked around but was so overwhelmed that I politely declined, but I knew I was going to be spanking out a major load or two in the very near future. I hugged my friend with the promise of keeping in touch and left. As I was getting in my car he looked at Mr. Crichton, our former principal who we had spent a few afternoons abusing ourselves to, as he was playing tennis with Nick Thomas, one of the town firemen. Their chests glistened with sweat across their firm hairy pecs and the black leather collars reflected as they attempted to outplay each other. Jack smiled and said he thought it was time for a twofer with those two hotties. I grinned as I pulled away and saw Jack heading to the court in my rear view mirror. By the time I rolled down his driveway, I saw him headed back to house with a stud under each arm. Lucky bastard.

Life got back to normal for me when a couple weeks later I ran into dad at the store. He said he was out picking up some avocados. I asked when he started eating those and he replied that they weren’t for him. He was picking them for a friend. I raised an eyebrow to ask if he had decided to start dating again when I saw a dark band around his neck. Just inside his t-shirt collar I could clearly see a leather band. I asked him where he got that and he went pale for a second then he said that Jack gave it to him. Do I like it? Then he lifted his shirt to show me the whole ensemble without his shirt in the way.

I must say it looked awfully familiar. That bastard managed to fuck my dad and make him one of his fuck boys. I called Jack as soon as I got back to my car.

What the fuck, man, you screwed my old man? I heard Jack laugh then he said it was all my fault. Ever since we were kids ive wanted to fuck you, but you always resisted my charms. Then when I ran into your dad at the store, he reminded me that there was one guy I hadn’t fucked yet that I wanted to. So I made small talk to have him get you in touch with me.

Seeing you again ignited that desire to fuck you all over again, but you still resisted me. Nick and Pete got the fucking of their lives after you left. Then your dad showed up three days later to do my lawns. It dawned on me that if I couldnt have you, I’d settle for your old man. As I showed him what I needed done, we ended up by the pool house where I showed him a bush I wanted his opinion on what to do with. When he saw my patch around my thick hanging dick, he was speechless. When he reached out to grab it I knew I had him. He might be a bit older, but his oral skills will put many a younger guy to shame! While he blew me I was opening that tight hole up with my spit and fingers. The way he moaned when I sank my torpedo told me he was mine. Hes my new favorite fuck toy! What do you think, does that leather collar look good with his white chest fur, or what? And hes a great team player too. He brings out the best in every guy I’ve matched him with. In a way I’m kind of glad you did resist me, otherwise I would never have gotten to experience your old man. And guess what? Hes bringing your old neighbor Hank Witchens with him tomorrow when he comes out to make me fresh guacamole. He says that Hank used to spy on us in your tree house and would tell him about us beating off. Time to cross another fuck fantasy off the list, he he.

I’d known Lloyd Marks practically since birth.  The Marks’ had lived next door to my parents and their son, Seth, and I had been best friends growing up.  Actually, we’d been more than friends.  When puberty hit and hormones began racing so fast that they threatened to drive us both crazy, we fell into what was initially a relationship of experimentation and discovery.  Soon enough, though, we were having sex and became full-blown friends with benefits.  Although, as teenagers, I don’t think we ever realized that’s what we were.    We spent so much time at each others houses between the ages of 12 and 18, we were practically boyfriends.  Of course, it had to be kept a deep, dark secret.  At that age, fitting in is paramount and no one wants to spend their formative years as the butt of cruel jokes and bullying.  I had thought we kept it such a closely-held secret that neither of our parents knew…until now.

“I don’t know, Mr. Marks.  What you’re asking…”

“If we’re gonna have the relationship I’m asking you for, I think you should call me Lloyd, Daryl.  So, what do you say?”

“I don’t know.  I don’t think it would be right.  Seth’s my best friend.“

“Oh, come on now.  Don’t play coy with me.  I think ‘best friend’ doesn’t even begin to describe what you and my son were to each other.”

“What?”

“Don’t try to deny it, Daryl.  Seth told me everything years ago.  Besides, I’d kind of already figured it out.  I knew you weren’t ‘jumping on the bed’ all of those times that I’d hear the mattress squeaking in his bedroom.  And no one can ‘play video games’ as much as the two of you said you did…with the door shut.”

“You knew?  The whole time?”

“Of course.  Well…  Not the WHOLE time.  I suspected.  I finally dragged it out of Seth one night when we were in bed while his mother was out of town.  After that, I can’t tell you how many times I stood outside his bedroom door while the two of you were in there.  Oh, the loads I shot into my hand, listening to the noises the two of you made in there.  I wanted to join in, but decided against it.  What you were doing needed to be between the two of you without anyone else involved.”

As he spoke, the enormity of what Mr. Marks was saying struck me.  And, almost instantly, I couldn’t get the image of him standing outside Seth’s bedroom door, stroking his big cock, out of my mind.  The other thing that hit me was what Mr. Marks had insinuated about his relationship with his son.  I thought I knew everything about Seth.  He’d been holding out on me!

“Mr. Ma…Lloyd…  You’re asking me to…to…” I knew I probably sounded like an idiot, but I was at a loss for words.  I mean, I’d always thought Seth’s father was sexy as hell.  And truthfully, standing in the basement family room in barely any clothes at all, he’d gotten even sexier, if that was at all possible.  But, I was having a hard time verbalizing what I was thinking.

“Daryl…” he stepped toward me and extended his hand to my shoulder, making me shiver with excitement at his touch.  “I’m asking you to be here for me in a way that only you can.  These past few years haven’t been easy.  First, Seth goes off to college back East.  Then, he dropped the bomb on us that, after graduation, he planned to stay in DC because he met a girl.  That couldn’t have been easy on you either, given what the two of you were to each other…”  True enough, I’d been hit hard when Seth excitedly told me one day that he’d met and fallen in love with a girl was interning with him in the office of the Congressman from our district.  Even though, if I’d been honest with myself, I probably would’ve been happy if Seth had come back come and announced that he wanted to come out to his parents and be exclusive with me, we’d never explicitly said we wanted to end up together.  I knew there was a real possibility that he’d end up in a relationship with a woman.  I’d accepted that eventually and moved on.  “Then, Anita walked out on me six months ago,” Mr. Marks continued, “…and just yesterday, Seth calls and tells me he popped the question and she said yes.  He’s never coming back here, Daryl.  Things are changing too fast.  I’m all alone and I’m having a hard time getting used to that fact.  I need a good kid like you in my life.”  When my eyes widened at that last part, I think Mr. Marks realized that Seth hadn’t told me yet about the marriage proposal.  “Oh…  You didn’t know yet.  I’m sorry, son.”  He gripped my shoulder in support.  That, and hearing him refer to me as son, sent another shiver throughout my body that seemed to rest in my cock.

“No.  I didn’t know.  He hadn’t told me yet.  But, it’s okay…”

“Is it?  I mean, I know how you felt about my boy.  Once I knew what you two were doing behind closed doors, I could see it in your eyes how you felt about him.”

“No.  I’m fine, Lloyd.  I want Seth to be happy.  Bridget makes him happy, so I’m happy for him.”

He smiled and patted my shoulder.  “You’re a good friend, Daryl, and a good man.  That’s why I need you around here more often.  So?  Will you take care of me the way I need you to?”

We stood there, looking into each others eyes…his hopeful, mine uncertain.    Without breaking my gaze, and obviously to tip the scales in his favor, he reached down and pushed his shorts southward.  I wanted to continue looking into his eyes, but my need to see his cock overruled everything else.  He was beautiful.  Quickly hardening, his semi looked to be already about 8 inches.  When I didn’t say anything, Lloyd Marks continued to plead his case.  “Seth told me everything, you know.  How you used to tease him that, if I ever said the word, you’d dump him in a heartbeat to be my personal cocksucker.  How you wanted to run your tongue over my body…lick my chest.  How all you wanted was for me to kiss you like a man kisses someone when he’s very much in love with them…  Don’t tell me - remembering those feelings you had for me and seeing me now…like this - “ he reached down and gave his now fully hard cock a stroke, “that you can really turn me down.  Come on, son.  Show me you remember how you felt about me.  Show me that you still want to be my personal cocksucker.”  Before I could do anything else, Lloyd grabbed my arm and pulled me close.  Then, he leaned down and pressed his mouth to mine.  It was so forceful that it almost took my breath away.  I imagined that, if I were looking at us right now, it probably looked like a passionate kiss from the movies or on TV.  When I felt his tongue pressing against my lips, I opened up and let him in. melting into the passion of the kiss and letting my hands grasp onto his muscular back.  I felt him grip my ass as he continued to kiss me.

After what felt like forever, he ended the kiss and parted us…but not before leaning back in for a succession of three shorter and softer kisses.  “Now, Daryl…  I’ve shown you how bad I want you here.  It’s your turn.  Show me.  Prove to me that you want me as much as Seth told me you wanted me all those years ago.”

After a kiss like that, I couldn’t refuse.  Hell, I didn’t want to refuse.  Without a moment’s hesitation, I was on my knees, holding Lloyd’s cock in one of my hands, stroking it softly.  My other hand held his balls, massaging them.  Mrs. Marks was a fool…leaving a man like Lloyd with a cock like his.  And Seth, marrying a woman when he could’ve come back home and spend the rest of his life with his father.  He was an even bigger fool.  I wasn’t going to make the same mistake they’d made.  In that instant, I knew what my answer was.  But I wouldn’t tell Lloyd yet…not until after I’d felt the heat of his cock pulsing in my mouth and I’d taken his load down my throat. 

maturedadsandmen

When my older brother, the retired NFL defensive lineman, invited me to move in with him after my divorce, I expected it to only be until I got back on my feet financially and mentally.  Three years later, I’m still here.  Let’s just say his ass give me all the incentive I need to hang around.

Don’t get me wrong.  I didn’t force myself on him in some depraved attempt to satisfy my needs without having to go through the trouble of wining and dining a woman so she’d give it up to me.  Me and Rick used to fool around when we were kids…though he loved to top me back then.   Turns out, being in The League made him a guy who liked to get to the bottom of things more often than staying on top of things.

At first, we were just fucking.  It was all about me getting off and him having his own needs and desires satisfied. Somewhere along the way, things changed.  Now, the only time I sleep in my bedroom is when my kids come to visit.  And even then, once I’m sure they’re asleep, I sneak back into our bedroom and my big bro and I snuggle up against each other until I need to get back to my room before the kids wake up.

Even though we haven’t had a conversation about it, I think we might be a couple now.  Every time I start to get freaked out by that idea, one look at his amazing bubble butt and my anxiety goes away…replaced by horniness and a hard cock.

I remember the first time I saw him, when I was a high school freshman. He was a new teacher that year, only a decade or so older than us. 

He was so handsome, I’d stop walking in the halls, just to see him walk by, his tailored three piece suit, a bushy full head of hair, looking like a cross between a rock star and the handsomest talk show host ever. 

I turned 18 the Christmas of my senior year, and as a New Year’s resolution, I decided I was going to seduce Mr. Bernardi before graduation. I don’t know why I thought it would happen. 

Maybe it was the delusions of youth. Maybe it was that song that I’d been hearing on the radio for years:

Sometimes it’s not so easy / To be the teacher’s pet

I tried everything I could - a challenge since I didn’t have a single class with Mr. Bernardi. Even the stuck-in-the-rain trick. 

Wet bus stop / I’m waiting / His car is warm and dry 

Mr. Bernardi gave me a ride home, and even put a hand on my knee as he dropped me off. “You okay, sport?” I nodded, fighting back the urge to cry, croaked out a thank you, and ran inside, foiled again. 

Graduation came and went, with no success in my seduction plan. And I just went, leaving town, my youthful idiocy in the rearview mirror. 

I was back in town to sell my parents’ old house, manage the estate sale, and say one last goodbye to this place. 

It looked smaller, less saturated with color than I remembered as a kid. The pharmacy and hardware store were closed down, replaced by a Wal-mart near the highway. 

Gracie’s Diner looked like a shadow of itself, but I went inside anyway. She remembered my usual, even after all these years.

“Hey, sport,” I heard a voice say.

Mr. Bernardi was standing at the end of my table. 

He’d lost the bushy bits of his hair - hell, most of the hair on his head - and packed on forty pounds of beef, but he was still the handsome rock star stud. 

He was saying something, but my brain - and my eyes - went right to the bulge that was at my eye level. 

“Sorry, I didn’t hear you, Mr. Bernardi,” I said apologetically.

“It’s Matt,” he said. “You’re too old to call anyone mister, sport. So you at your parents’ house?” 

“No, I’m at the Motor Inn,” I explained. “Selling the old house.”

“Ah, man,” he scowled. “That place isn’t what it used to be. Too many meth heads out there. You shouldn’t stay there.” 

“I’ll be OK, really,” I smiled. 

“You’re coming to stay with me,” he said. He reached in his pocket for a business card, and wrote down his home address. “Go check out. I’ll see you in an hour.” 

With one hand patting my shoulder, he took off. 

He was right, of course - the Motor Inn had seen better days. I paid my balance and checked out, my hands shaking. 

I knocked on his door, suitcase in one hand, duffel in the other. 

“Come in!” I heard him say. I walked in, through the entryway of his house. It was nice. Recently renovated. Looked like something straight out of HGTV. 

I got to his living room, and stopped.

Mr. Bernardi - Matt - was on the couch, in just a pair of shorts.

“Have a seat,” he said. “I’ve just got to finish a call.” 

I couldn’t keep my eyes off of Matt, who kept patting the fur on his belly while he talked. Damn, he was so hairy and so beefy. Thick thighs, so meaty. And that bulge again. 

Finally, he ended his call and set his cell down. A big grin spread across his face. 

“I’m glad you’re here,” he said. “How does it feel?” 

“How does what feel?” I said. 

His legs spread wider open, giving me a great shot of his bulge. 

“How does it feel to be tormented by something you want so badly you can taste it?” 

I put my face in my hands. 

“In case you were wondering, sport, you’re a hot fuck. I love big beefball boys like you. And you made me hard as a rock every FUCKING day your senior year.” 

“Wow,” was all I could stupidly manage to say. 

“I wasn’t sure you knew what it all meant, knew what you wanted. You know what you want now, sport?” 

“Fuck yes, Mr. Bernardi!”

“It’s Matt, man……”

I interrupted him. “The first time? It’s Mr. Bernardi.” 

“Aw, fuck, yeah,” he said, grabbing the pouch of his shorts. 

I walked to him, knelt in front of him, rubbed my face all over the front of his shorts, and it all came back to me, the scent of his cologne, the way his ass shifted in his pants when he walked, the thousands of loads I shot thinking about him. 

He leaned back and pulled the elastic of his shorts underneath his balls, and the scent hit my face as his fat, veiny niner sprung out of the pouch. 

(Here’s another one that’s inspired by my bud Coach…)

We stood on the rocky shore, staring out at the lake and the quiet wooded land on the other side.

“All of this?” I said. “It’s all yours?”

He turned and gave me that slow smile of his.

“All ours, bud. Completely private. Just for you and me. For us.”

“Holy shit, Dad,” I said, smiling back.

“Figure we’ll put the house right about here, where we’re parked, for the best views,” he said, and I smiled and just listened to his low, deep Tennessee drawl as he went through his ideas.

Nobody knew we’d won the Powerball. $1.6 billion, split between us and two others, in California and Florida. Hell of a lot of money - life-changing money, the kind that went an awful long way down here. It was gonna change our lives, for sure. I wouldn’t have to worry about student loans anymore, Dad could get out from all the debt his business was still carrying from the recession. We could finally just be free, be ourselves.

“You wanna take your first swim in your own private lake, son?” Dad said, and I laughed out loud at the whole idea of it - our own private lake. But he was right. It was taking a while to sink in, what it all meant, how much things were gonna change. Already I knew the main thing was that we didn’t change - that we stayed ourselves, just better.

“Hell, I didn’t bring anything to swim in,” I said, and Dad just laughed at that, already undoing his belt.

“Shit, there’s not another soul around for miles, son,” he drawled, giving me a wink as he kicked his boots off and slid his jeans down his muscular legs.

I felt the desire surge in my belly like it always did when I watched him undress. He was so damn good-looking - not like a model type or anything, just a low-key handsome Tennessee country boy, big and strong and tanned from years of hard work. Could still fit into his old high school football uniform. Big shoulders, thick pecs with blond-brown fur growing in the valley between them and down over his solidly-muscled stomach. Long, strong legs. And best of all, that high, tight, rounded ass, deeply dimpled on each side. The body I’d inherited from him. He’d been young when he’d had me, was still a young man, really, just barely in his forties now. I’d been told we could be taken for brothers, if you didn’t know any better. Made me proud to be favorably compared to him.

He watched me stare at him, and tossed his T-shirt at my face. I laughed at that, snapping out of it, but my eyes were on his as I held it to my nose and inhaled his fresh, masculine scent from it. He let out a little noise at that, and as he hooked his thumbs inside his briefs and skinned them down, I could see his big cock starting to rise.

“You gonna join me, son?” he said, but I was already kicking my own boots off and hurriedly pushing my jeans down.

Dad tossed his clothes on the hood of his old F250 and just watched. I always blushed a little at the way he looked at me when I undressed, proud to be observed so approvingly, but still a little shy about it, for some reason. But I tugged my T-shirt up and off, kicked off my boots, and shucked my jeans, tossing them up on the hood of the truck with his. I was already starting to tent my boxer briefs, and he let out another of those hungry little sounds at the sight of me like that, before I pushed them down my long legs. Then, naked, the sun warming every inch of my skin, I stepped over to the rocky bank to join him.

“This is gonna change everything for us, son,” he said quietly, as we surveyed our new domain. Nothing but the sounds of birds in the distance, barely even a trace of a breeze.

“No… it’s gonna make everything better, Dad,” I said, and he turned and smiled so warmly at me, I felt my insides tingle. He reached over and took my hand, and both our cocks rose even further as we squeezed our fingers into each other.

“A new start, buddy,” he said.

I lifted our joined hands and kissed the back of his, the skin a little rough and weathered and just perfectly him.

“Together, Dad,” I smiled. He grinned back, tugged on my hand, and we dove into the water of our lake together.

Romantic Evening For Two Part 8

by Harrison Morris

As it turned out, Dad’s visit over the weekend was nothing more than that…a visit.  The morning after we spent most of the night in bed, making love, we had a serious talk. Nothing had changed between the two of us.  In fact, if anything, Dad had grown more certain that the best thing for both he and my mom was for their marriage to end.  BUT, as with anything in life, taking that first step toward a life-altering change wasn’t proving to be easy for him.  He and my mom hadn’t yet had that serious conversation about their marriage. Couple that with the fact that Mom was yearning to have her family back together again, however briefly.  Given that I had moved back to the city while she was in Seattle on business, she had missed out on some family time before I left home again to make my way in the world.

“Dad, you know you can’t keep putting this off.” “I know, Harry.  It’s just more difficult than I thought it would be.”

“Believe me, Dad.  I understand. But let me ask you this…do you still want us to explore the possibility of a future together?” “You know I do, Son.”  After he said that, he pulled me to him and gave me one of the sexiest, most passionate kisses he’d ever given me.

After breaking the kiss - and catching my breath - I looked him square in the eye.  "Then you know you have to talk to her and start the process of ending your marriage. You can’t have us both.  It’s not fair to either of us.“ "You’re right, Son.  And I will.  But there’s one thing I need you to do first.”

I rubbed my hand across his chest, feeling the hair spread across it. “You know I’d do anything for you, Dad.  Just ask.”

“Come back home next weekend for a visit.”

“What?  I thought we both agreed that I shouldn’t be there when you two talk about things.” “We did.  And I still don’t think you should be there.  But your mom’s missing you…missing our family.  I want her to have one last weekend of family time. Then, after you come back here, I’ll talk to her.” “Dad, you know I love Mom so much…”

“Then, you’ll do it?”

“Of course.  If it means that it gets me one step closer to having you in this bed on a regular basis.”  We began kissing again, which led to a full on lovemaking session.  In fact, much of that weekend was one ongoing lovemaking session.  Pretty soon, it was Sunday afternoon and Dad left to go back home.

I missed him, but was able to turn my attention to work to pass the time. Even though I had turned Peter’s advances down after he had finished interviewing me for my job, I would still catch him eyeing me from time to time when I’d pass him in the hallway.  In fact, maybe ‘ogling’ would be a better word to use than 'eyeing.’  Though I was mostly over the moon about the prospect of Dad being in my life as my lover in the very near future, one thing was tugging at the back of my mind. Intellectually, I knew it was nothing more than the gay version of an old wives’ tale, but I needed to get the point of view of another gay man on the subject.  Peter was already aware that I’m gay, so I decided I would talk with him.  After business hours, I walked down to his office, stuck my head in and knocked on the door to let him know I was standing there.

Peter glanced up from his computer screen.  "Harry!  Hey! I’ve been meaning to stop you in the hallway and ask.  How’s the job going so far?“

"Everything’s been great so far, Peter.  Thanks for asking.  I’m settling in to the job nicely.  Thanks again for giving me this opportunity.”  I couldn’t tell for certain, but from the view I had of his crotch, I started to wonder if I had interrupted him watching porn.

“Hey, you deserve it!  And from what I hear, Tina and everyone else in the R&D section are really impressed with your work.  What can I do for you?”

“I don’t usually like to talk about too much of my personal life here at work.  But because you know about my sexual preference, I was wondering if I might ask your opinion about something.”

“Sure thing, Harry.  Why don’t you close the door?”  I turned and closed the door.  When I turned around, I got confirmation that my suspicions were correct. Peter was standing up and his crotch was tented out obscenely.  He obviously saw me staring.  "You like what you see, Son?“

"Oh yeah!”  I really DID like the way his slacks were bulging out.  But I needed to make sure he knew that I hadn’t used asking him a question as a pretext to come into his office and have sex with him.  "It’s too bad that I have plans this evening.“

I could see the look of disappointment in Peter’s eyes.  I hated lying to him, but until things were decided between Dad and I, I didn’t feel right having sex with anyone else.  "Oh.  So you really DO want to get my opinion on something…”

“Yes.  I’m sorry for confusing you, Peter.”

“No, no.  It’s quite all right.  You made your intentions toward me clear the day of the interview.  But I’ll repeat what I told you that day.  If you change your mind, all you have to do is say the word.” His persistence put a smile on my face. “I’ll keep that in mind.” Peter motioned for me to sit at the round conference table in the corner of his office and he joined me there. “Peter, as I mentioned the day of my interview, I’m in a relationship with someone.” “Yes, I remember.  I hope the bastard knows just how lucky he is…if I can be so bold as to say that to you.”

“Our relationship is his first with another guy,” I continued, not acknowledging Peter’s flattery.  "And I have a concern…“

"I see.  And this is what you need my opinion on?”

“Yes…that is, if it’s not too much of an imposition to ask you.”

“Not at all!  I’m glad to give any input, if I can.  What concerns you about the relationship?”

“I’m sure you’ve heard the rule when it comes to gay relationships…'The one who brings you out isn’t the one you spend the rest of your life with’.”

Peter grinned at me.  "Ah yes. I know it well…it’s a distant cousin of the rule that says you never end up marrying your high school sweetheart.“ "Peter, I know this is nothing more than a saying…and there are exceptions to every rule.  I REALLY like this guy…but I don’t want to jump into this relationship with both feet if he’s only going to end up leaving me for greener pastures in a few months.”  It was the first time I’d vocalized this concern.  I know Dad loves me as a lover.  But I’ve seen more than one friend start a relationship with a newly-out-of-the-closet guy, only to have things end a few months later because the guy wanted to see what else was out there for him.  In other words, the cork didn’t just pop out of the bottle, it EXPLODED out of the bottle…and landed on practically every guy in sight! I didn’t want that to happen to Dad and I.

“Harry, you may not like what I’m about to say to you.  But just because it’s an old wives’ tale, doesn’t mean it’s entirely untrue.  If this guy is new to hot, sweaty, man-on-man sex, he may have some catching up to do to get everything out of his system.”

“You aren’t saying anything that hadn’t already crossed my mind.”

“This doesn’t mean you have to break up with him.  I have a suggestion…something that a friend of mine who was in a similar situation tried several years ago…”

“Did it work, Peter?”

He smiled at me.  "I’ll say this.  The two of them are still together, all these 14 years later.“

"What did your friend and his partner do?”

“They decided to date for a year before becoming serious with each other.  They were both allowed to see other people while they were dating.  Then, at the end of a year, they sat down together and decided whether or not they wanted to get serious or if they wanted to stop seeing each other altogether.  My friend’s partner told him that having that year to see what it would be like to date other men helped him ultimately make up his mind that he wanted to be in a committed relationship.”

“That actually sounds like a good idea.  I think I might try suggesting that to my special guy.” “I hope it works out for you.  Because, if it doesn’t, you know I’m always here.”

I smiled at him and made my way to his office door.  "Thanks, Peter!“  I walked out into the hallway without acknowledging his pass at me.

That weekend, I went back home to have one final ‘Family Weekend’ with my mom and dad before the beginning of the end of their marriage commenced.  It was nice to see Mom again, but the whole weekend was awkward.  All I wanted was to be in Dad’s arms.  The worst part was at night, knowing that they’d be sharing a bed, not he and I.  Though we had a few fleeting stolen moments together to exchange quick kisses and cop a few good feels, the weekend was mostly spent with the three of us sharing time as a family.

That Sunday night, I returned to my condo in the city not knowing when Dad was planning on talking to Mom.  However, I got the answer when Dad showed up on my doorstep on Wednesday evening.  It turns out that he sat Mom down to talk with her about the state of their marriage the same night I left to return to the city.  Thankfully, their talk was amicable.  Mom’s no fool.  She knew as well as Dad did that the two of them had been growing apart for many years. She was just as ready to move on with her life as he was.  Obviously, she wasn’t told about Dad’s relationship with me or that wouldn’t have been the case.  Dad said he immediately moved into my old room and began to get his affairs in order. They had agreed that he should stay on for a couple weeks so that they could work out the terms of their separation and divorce.  However, Dad told me that he ended up deciding that he couldn’t stay there anymore. He told my mom that he was going to come stay with me for a little while and they could work out the details of their divorce by phone and mail.

That same night, I sat Dad down on the couch and laid out Peter’s idea about a one-year trial dating period.  We’d continue to have sex, but we’d live more like roommates than lovers. We’d sleep in separate bed and each date other guys.  At first Dad seemed skeptical about the idea, but the more I talked to him about it and impressed upon him that I thought it would be a big key to us having a lasting relationship, he agreed to give it a try.  Of course, that night, we made love.  But starting the next day, he moved his stuff into my guest bedroom and we began devising a way to begin living the single life.

As the months rolled by, Dad and I continued to live like roommates…roommates who had sex with each other several times a month.  We each saw other guys.  Of course, as is the case with any set of roommates, we developed a schedule to minimize the number of times we’d run into each other with a date.  It was hard to see Dad with other guys…and he told me often that he felt the same way about seeing me with other men.  But we both knew what we were doing was the right thing if we were truly going to be together in the end.

I dated guys from work…even rendezvousing with Peter a couple times.  Work friends also set me up on a several dates.  More than once, Mike, my married locker room friend from Dad’s gym back home was in the city on business and we would get together for dinner and sex. It never failed.  Every single guy I went on a date with couldn’t believe I lived with my father.  The phrase 'doesn’t he cramp your style when it comes to sex?’ was uttered more times than I can count.  If only they knew that cramping my sex life was the LAST thing my father did…  Rick even came to visit once.  I have to say, THAT was an awkward visit in more ways than one.  Dad knew all about Rick and I…and how Rick felt about me.  I could definitely feel the tension in the air as the two of them shook hands when Rick stopped by our apartment to pick me up for dinner. Dinner was awkward because I could tell that Rick was still holding on to feelings for me…even though I explained to him my one-year arrangement with Dad.  We did go back to his hotel room that night after dinner and tried to have sex, but the magic just wasn’t there.  I was worried about leading him on and he knew no relationship would ever come from us being together that night.  The next day, he went back home and we decided that, although we still wanted to try to remain friends, it was best that we not talk to or see each other for awhile.

Dad dated guys he met at his fitness club and from a "gay retiree” social organization he joined shortly after moving in with me.  Jim also visited a few times, giving him and Dad a chance to reconnect.  I knew how special Jim was to Dad and was no longer jealous of their bond.  In fact, with Dad’s permission, I even spent a night with Jim, fulfilling an unspoken fantasy both of us had for many years. Though I suspected Dad had engaged in his share of threesomes, he and I never got together with Jim at the same time. I’m more of a 'one-on-one’ kinda guy. I could tell that Dad was enjoying his new life as a single gay man.  Though part of me was nervous that he’d enjoy the single life too much and decide, at the end of our one-year arrangement, he’d rather continue on as a single man, I was mostly happy for him.  Truth be told, I was enjoying the opportunity to engage in an openly gay life that had eluded me since I left home for college 14 years ago.  Besides, when Dad and I would have our alone time, I saw in his eyes how much he loved me.  The love between us as he fucked me or we cuddled in bed on the nights we weren’t otherwise occupied told me that a future with him was still practically a given.

One of the more awkward dates I went on took place near to the end of the yearlong experiment that Dad and I had undertaken.  Mike was in town for another business trip.  We went to dinner like usual, but something seemed 'off’ with him.  I noticed early on that he wasn’t wearing his wedding ring any longer.  I decided not to say anything right then.  Mike was pretty open with me.  I was certain he’d bring it up before we parted ways the next morning.  Mike had told me months earlier that he and his wife weren’t even sleeping in the same bedroom anymore and that he had begun seeing men and exploring his attraction to other guys in earnest without her knowledge.  I wondered if she had discovered one of his secret relationships and was threatening him with an acrimonious divorce.  Surprisingly enough, the subject never came up for the rest of the evening.  Dad was out on his own date, so Mike and I headed back to my apartment for the rest of the evening.  I intended to ask him about his mood, but something else 'came up’ before I had a chance to broach the subject.  After a particularly passionate round of sucking, fucking, and making out, we lay side-by-side in my bed, regaining our breath.  Other than my father, no man could make me feel the way Mike made me feel when we were in bed together.  As we lay in bed, me stroking his hairy chest as we drifted off to sleep, I felt content and hoped Mike and I would always stay in touch.

The next morning is when the awkwardness really set in.  After partaking in some early morning sex, Mike and I were sitting at the dining room table having a quick breakfast before he had to catch his flight back home, when he finally brought up why he had been so distracted the night before at dinner.

“Harry, I’ve left my wife!” he blurted out all of the sudden.

“Last night at dinner, I saw you weren’t wearing your wedding ring anymore,” I admitted.  "What happened?“

"I told you that we’ve been drifting apart for a long time.  Two weeks ago, she sat me down and told me that she’s met someone she wants to be involved with.  I have to admit, Harry, I was relieved!  You know how trapped I’ve been feeling ever since you and I met in the locker room at the gym that day.”

“So, that’s it?  You agreed to part ways?  Is there any bad blood between the two of you?”

“No.  We’ve agreed to an amicable divorce…for the sake of us and our girls.  I told her that I’ve met someone who I want to be involved with too.”

I got an incredulous look on my face.  "So you lied to her!  I guess telling her about the parade of guys you’ve been fucking for almost a year wouldn’t exactly get you that amicable divorce, would it?“

"It wasn’t a lie.  I HAVE met someone I want to become involved with…someone more special to me than the random guys I mess around with.”

Inside, I was feeling a little jealous because of the special way Mike made me feel.  But I was also truly excited for him.  I felt like I had been with him along the way for the better part of his sexual discovery. It gave me a sense of satisfaction to see that he had met a man he wanted to settle down with.  "Who is this lucky guy?“  Mike looked at me and seemed to be searching for the right words to say.  His cheeks also started to turn a shade of deep red.  It was an odd thing to see.  He always came off as the typical masculine, alpha male…so sure of himself and everything else in his life.  To see him at a loss for words was rare indeed.  "Come on, man!  Don’t hold out on me.  I’m not going to try and seduce him away from you!” I needled him.

“I wanted to say something last night at dinner.  But, it didn’t seem like the appropriate conversation to have in the middle of the restaurant.  Then, I wanted to talk about it when we got back here last night.  But we ended up getting down to doing what we do best with each other.  Now…I can’t get on that plane this morning without telling you.”

“What?  Who’s this guy that’s got you so uncharacteristically nervous and shy?” First he averted his eyes, but then quickly returned his gaze to mine.

“It’s you.”

“I’m sorry?”  I had heard him as clear as day, but I somehow wasn’t able to process what he had just told me.  Though, other than my father, Mike was my dream man, I had long ago resigned myself to the fact that we would never be more than friends with benefits because he was married…and I was certain he’d never divorce his wife.  And now, I was truly certain that Dad was the man I wanted to be with…no ifs ands or buts about it.  Mike and I couldn’t possibly have a future together!

“You heard what I said.  Listen, I know this is bad timing.”

I mumbled under my breath, “You got THAT right!”

Mike continued, not hearing my last remark.  "You already have a guy you’re seriously interested in. Plus, you’re living with your Dad and helping him get used to being single again.“  He looked around the apartment as if he was scared Dad was going to appear out of nowhere.  "Thank God he isn’t here to overhear me putting the moves on his son.  He probably wouldn’t appreciate me trying to come between you and your man.”

I grinned at him.  "No, he wouldn’t at that.“  If Mike only knew Dad WAS my man.  "Mike,” I continued.  "You know how I feel about you.  And if we’d had this conversation about a year ago, things might be very different for you and I.  But I’m too invested in the man I’m seeing.  I love him too much to leave him at this point.“  I saw a dejected look cross Mike’s face.  "Are you and I going to be okay?”

Mike smiled at me, but I could tell he was covering up his feelings. “Oh yeah.  Definitely!  I knew it was a long shot, telling you how I feel.  I care about you a lot, Harry.  I want you to be happy.  If this guy is going to do that for you, then I’m all for it!”

“Good!  And I want you to know that the guy you DO end up settling down with is going to be one lucky son of a bitch.  You’re everything a guy looks for in a man.  Still friends?”  I extended my hand to him, but instead of taking it, he got up from the table, pulled me up to a standing position, and then hugged me.

“Still friends!”  After a quick friendly kiss, we parted.  "I should go or I’m going to miss my flight.“ "You sure you don’t need a ride to the airport?”

“Nah!  I’ll just take the subway.”  My apartment building was nearest to the line that ran straight to the airport, so it wouldn’t be any problem for Mike to get there easily.  "Tell your dad I said bye.“ "I will.  Call me the next time you’re in town?”

“Sure thing!  We’ll get together next time.”  Mike smiled at me and then walked out the door.  It was many months before I saw him again.  He never did call me the next time he was in town on business.  But that’s because both of our lives had changed so much in the meantime.  Mike DID meet another great guy and their relationship had gotten very serious…but that’s a story for another time.

For the next few weeks, neither Dad nor I spent much time with any other guys. Except for the weekend before our 'year-long experiment’ was to end, we mostly kept each other company.  That last weekend, Dad invited Jim up.  I hoped it was so that they could have one last special weekend together before Dad committed himself to me, but I didn’t want to assume anything.

“I’m going to rent a hotel suite for Jim and I.  You can have the apartment for yourself to have one final tryst before the year is up and we have to make a decision about us,” Dad said to me.

“Actually, I’m not going to see anyone this weekend.  I might just hang out here and watch movies.”

“Really?”  Dad looked a little shocked. “Yeah.  I have no need to spend time with any of my regular guys.”  I wanted Dad to know what my 'decision about us’ already was without appearing too needy or clingy.

He smiled at me, but played it cool himself.  "Suit yourself!“ were his exact words.

That Saturday, halfway through the day, I had just started watching Indiana Jones & The Last Crusade.  Not only did I feel a certain kinship with Harrison Ford, since we have the same first name, but he was also one of my favorite celebrity fantasies. What a damn sexy man he was when he was making those Indiana Jones movies.  He still IS a pretty sexy man, to be perfectly frank.  I already knew I’d have to wait to see Cowboys And Aliens until it comes out on DVD.  Fine-ass Daniel Craig and sexy Harrison Ford in the same movie together?  There was no way I’d be able to sit among other people and watch it without feeling the overpowering urge to unzip and jack off right there in the movie theater.  Anyway, Dad unexpectedly walked into the apartment.

"Forget something?”  I turned momentarily away from the TV to look at him.

“No.  My weekend with Jim is over.”  He didn’t seem particularly upset.  I quickly realized that there had to be much more to the story.

“Is everything okay?”  I paused the movie and turned my undivided attention to him.

“Yeah.  We’re both fine.  We had a nice time last night.  But today Jim told me that he’s met a guy and they’ve been seeing each other for a few weeks. I could tell by the way Jim was talking about him that he’s fallen hard for this guy.  I told Jim that I didn’t think it was right for he and I to fool around while his heart is with this new guy.  He agreed, so we decided to end the weekend early.”

“I’m sorry you and Jim couldn’t have more time together.  But I’m glad he’s met someone.”

“You mean, so he’ll stop trying to win me away from you?” Dad winked at me to show me he was just teasing me.  He knew I was no longer insecure about his special connection with Jim.

“I didn’t say that!”

“Uh-huh!”  Dad kept grinning at me like the cat that ate the canary.  "So, would you like some company or do you and Harrison want to be alone?“

I moved over to make some space for him on the couch.  "In this case, three isn’t a crowd!” Dad sat next to me on the couch and I leaned back against him so my back was on his chest.  He wrapped his arms around me and that’s how we spent the next two hours.  There was no sex play…just a nice day on the couch in my man’s arms, watching movies together.

The next Friday evening, I came home from a particularly grueling and stressful day at work greeted by a candlelit dinner for two.  Dad was dressed up similarly to the way he was on that night over a year ago when we first had sex.  Even though this dinner was a complete surprise to me, I was sure he had prepared it with the knowledge that I wouldn’t flake out on him like my mom had that night.  We both knew what this evening was the culmination of.  But neither of us spoke anything about it…at least not right away.

After dinner was done, I started to take my dirty dishes to the kitchen. “Dad, dinner was magnificent! Thank you for such a wonderful evening.”  Dad touched my arm.

“The dishes can wait.  We’ll take care of them later.  Let’s go sit on the couch.”  I was having the strangest feeling of déjà vu from our first night together.  After we sat down, Dad continued talking.  "Son, even though looking back, I now see that this year has been necessary for both of us, it was the hardest year I’ve spent in a long time. It wasn’t easy parading dates in and out of this apartment right in front of you AND watching you do the same. I’ve spent time with many guys over the past year, but none of them hold a candle to what you and I share.  I’ve made my decision.  I want us to stop being roommates, Harry.  I want us to be lovers…and I want us to be exclusive.“ At that moment, my heart jumped so far into my throat, I thought it might come out of my mouth!  I was overjoyed to hear those words! "Though I flatter myself to assume that I already know your decision, I’d like to hear you say it. Son, what have you decided?”

Instead of telling him, I decided to show him.  I leaned forward and pressed my mouth to his.  He didn’t kiss me right away, as if he was expecting me to actually say to him that I wanted the same thing he did.  But soon enough, he got the picture and began returning my kisses.  After a make-out session of several minutes, Dad stopped us.

“You never DID actually say what your decision is.” I looked at him and smirked.  "Let’s put it this way, Dad.  Last night was THE last night you’ll be spending in your bedroom. Tonight and every night from here on out, my bed is going to be OUR bed.“

Dad stood up and extended his hand to me, pulling me to my feet. "Well then…  Why don’t we get to OUR bedroom?”  With that, we began kissing and undressing each other as we made our way slowly to the bedroom…dropping clothes in our wake. When we got to the bedroom door, I saw a familiar set-up…candles lit and a bowl of strawberries and whipped cream on one of the nightstands.  On one hand, it was a pretty bold move of him to set this up in advance.  For all he knew, I could’ve told him that, even though I loved him, I wanted to be single.  I turned to look at him.  "The last time we did this, Harry, you were getting your mother’s sloppy seconds. This time, it’s all for you, Baby. I love you, Harry.“

"I love you too, Tim.”  I felt that, in this case, calling him by his name instead of 'dad’ was more appropriate.  I walked to the bed, lay down and turned on one side to face him.  He stood framed in the doorway, candlelight flickering across his naked body, with his hard cock pointing out toward me.  His hair had gone completely gray by now and his chest hair had started to turn salt and pepper.  But my dad was still the sexiest man I had ever known.  He followed me to the bed and we spent the whole night making love.  In fact, we spent most of that weekend in bed together.

From then on, Dad and I were practically inseparable.  Of course, we DID each lead our own life.  But we were head over heels in love with each other and fiercely loyal to each other.  To the outside world, we were still Tim Morris and Harry Morris…father and son. But inside our apartment, we shared our lives and our bed.  More than one of our friends would remark that one of us should move out so that we could both spread our wings and live our lives.  We would just respond that neither of us were ready to be 'pushed out of the nest’ just yet.

A few times afterward, I did make trips back home to see Mom.  She would ask how Dad was doing.  At first, it was very awkward.  On the inside, I wanted to scream out how I had met and was sharing my life with a wonderful man who loved me.  But I couldn’t do that.  It would kill Mom to know that the man I was in love with was my father and her ex-husband.  Eventually, Mom met another man…a really good guy named Bill.  She finally retired from her job and they spend most of their time traveling.  He treats her well and I can tell that they’re both happy together.

Things eventually changed for Dad and I too.  After many years of pretending that we were just any typical father and son, we were finally able to live openly as lovers.  After 10 years at the same Jentech office, I was promoted to head of the R&D department at the company’s offices in New York…about a thousand miles away from where we were currently living.  Dad and I found a nice loft in Greenwich Village within our price range and immediately put a down-payment on it.  Shortly before Moving Day, we sat down and decided that, when we got to New York, we’d stop being father and son.  We would meet new people and make new friends.  It was the perfect time to 'start over’ without the baggage from the past.

When we moved to New York and started becoming involved in the social scene, we introduced ourselves simply as Tim and Harry, saying we’d been partners for more than a decade.  Many of our new friends and acquaintances would remark how closely we resembled each other.  When that happened, one of us would turn the observation into a joke, diffusing the situation by saying something like, “You know how they say pets often start to resemble their owners after awhile?  It works the same way with a gay couple!”

My relationship with Dad didn’t start out easy and it hasn’t been easy over the years either.  But after all is said and done, we work through any problems that may come our way and we love each other more fiercely as each day goes by.  I’m not going to end this story by saying something cheesy like, “…and I’d better finish typing this chapter because he’s impatiently waiting for me to join him in bed right now and slide down on his raging hard-on,”  But Dad and I are still together today.  We’re both older and he doesn’t have quite the sexual stamina that he used to.  But we love each other with a passion that cannot be matched.  No other man can make my heart skip a beat just by spooning me in bed and wrapping his arms around me.  Our love story isn’t perfect.  But it turns out that a love story doesn’t have to be perfect to be right…and I found the man who was perfect for me!

Bear Story or Two Men Named Frank

After mom died, dad almost became a shut-in. I would get weekly reports from my sister and even though she’s a bit psychotic, eventually I took them seriously. To calm her down I told her I’d be out for the holidays to check in on him - and to try to have the Family Christmas that we didn’t get a chance to have in the last few years of mom’s illness.

I got to hand it to Sis. She’s a psycho, like I said, but she’s a psycho with a big heart, and she was right about dad. He’d basically turned into a couch potato. The house smelled nasty and he barely kept it clean. He’d gotten pretty big (which didn’t bother me I mean . . you know . . woof … I’m into big hairy dudes) and he’d lost that spark in his eyes.

I’d just gotten dumped by my boyfriend (for a fucking twink - Jesus), so I had extra time on my hands. I called work and told them I needed a short family leave. My boss is a totally cool Bi Leather Dude and we’d hung out and done some freaky shit from time to time - but at core, we were bros, and he could tell I was hurtin’ a little.

“Take all the time you need, Carson. Seriously man - the product is launched. All we’re doing is tweaks. This is as good as time any. You earned it. I’ll pick up the slack.”

“Thanks bruh,” I mumbled, worried about my job nonetheless.

“Seriously man - I got this and I got your back. Take care of your old man - and yourself. But mostly your old man - I like that dude. He needs you now. Don’t worry.”

Then he hung up but texted me like every hour on the hour for two days until I told him to stop - and that I would stay for as long as I needed to stay.

Dad had come out to visit a few times when I’d just started at the company and had really made an impression. He was that kind of guy: bigger than life, smart as a whip - even though all he’d ever wanted to be was a truck driver. He and the boss had hit it off real well one night out at the bars, South of Market. I almost felt like a third wheel that night, but now I was thankful they’d made a connection.

It didn’t take long to whip the house back into shape. And, I got dad on his feet again, doing daily walks, getting him some new Carhartt shirts and Wranglers to fit his bigger frame. It helped, but I could tell that he’s was still hurtin’ like a motherfucker.

After a month I had to split. Things were better. My Sis had calmed down and my dad was thankful, at least, that I’d gotten her to back off.

“Thanks, kid,” he said, as we drove to the airport. “I mean it. Jesus your sister was beginning to drive me crazy.”

I just nodded. I was still concerned about him.

“Look - I’ll take better care of myself - promise. But this is gonna take some time.”

“Just worried about you pops. That’s all. We don’t want to lose you, too.”  That last comment seemed to make an impression - he looked at me the way he does when I can tell he’s feeling the love. I couldn’t hold his gaze so I looked out the pick-up truck window, trying not to bawl.

The reports I got after I left were encouraging, but I knew he was still struggling and I didn’t know what else to do about it. It didn’t help that my personal life had fallen into the fucking tank. (A twink. The motherfucker left me for a fucking TWINK. Jesus fucking Christ.) The bossman saw it, too, and pulled me out to dinner one Friday night to have a heart to heart.

“I’m surprised you ain’t got some co-ed waiting to be tied up in the basement, bruh,” I said, trying to be funny.

“Naw. That’s tomorrow night. Tonight it’s a twink.”

“Fucking twinks,” I growled.

“Sorry - didn’t mean to push a button.”

“No worries. But damn - it’s like they’re fucking everywhere. Just hurt him for me, ‘kay?”

“Actually - that’s the plan.”

We had some beers. He probed. Then he laid it on the line.

“Dude - I’m worried about you. You need to get back in the game. I can’t have your back forever.”

“I know - I’ll step up. Promise.”

“You need to get over that asshole. He was an asshole. Everyone knew he was an asshole. I TOLD you he was an asshole.”

“I know - but damn - the dick. The dick was so fucking good.’

“It ain’t all about the dick,” he smirked. That was easy for him to say. He was hung like a horse and all top. “You gotta let it go.”

I nodded. He saw through me.

“It ain’t that, though, is it? It’s about your dad, isn’t it?”

I think I teared up when he asked that - I tried to look away.

“Talk to me, Carson - “

“I don’t know what to do. He can’t just sit there the rest of his life. Fucking small town bullshit. He hardly works. The Trucking gig sucks these days and he ain’t got the stamina anyway. I worry he’s just giving up.”

He nodded. The dinner came and we small-talked. I promised him I’d step up at work and he suggested I start heading back on weekends, but that’s a long fucking haul to Minnesota - plus it was like Depression City back there.

On the way out the door of the dive he stopped me - pulled me back - pointing to the poster up on the wall, advertising Lazy Bear Weekend.

”Dude - DUDE - you should invite him to Lazy Bear.”

🦌 Attention Holiday Shoppers: time to book your stay at Buddy the ‘Elf’-themed hotel suite