Chapter 2 – Adventures of Fag Dad
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Chapter 2
Joe was woozy and disoriented in post op. Apparently he said a number of things in his sleep state that wreaked havoc on the staff. He noticed that the nurses and crew wouldn't look him straight in the eye.
What was going on? Why were they so uncaring?
A few weeks later he ran into one of the male attendees on the staff that morning. They were casual friends so it was a small chat situation in a grocery store.
He said to Steve, "Can you tell me why everyone had an embarrassed look on their face in post-op that day?"
"Yeah, Joe. You kept talking about sex. Now that's not the first time that happened in post-op, but it was the type of sex you were talking about that unnerved everyone."
"What did I say?" Joe inquired.
"There were two themes shall we say. One was eating cum out of your wife's pussy."
"Well, lots of guys eat out their wives' cunts after sex."
"Yeah. But you weren't eating your cum out of your wife's clit. You were eating out another man's cum and you were sucking his cock." Steve explained
"Oh. Wow. I've never even thought about that. Where did that come from?" He responded with embarrassment. "What was the second thing?
Steve answered, "You talked about how much you were in love with Paul. That you would do anything for him and that you wanted him to be your husband and raise your children together."
"That interesting. I do have nice feelings for Paul. But never to that extent."
"Yeah. But there's more." Steve continued. "You were Paul's fag bitch when you started talking about your sex life with him. He completely dominated you and controlled you."
"Wow."
"You got graphic. You were his slave."
Joe was so stunned he could barely talk. He thanked Steve for his candidness and excused himself quickly as he could feel he was about to burst into tears.
He got to the car and cried for over an hour. How could this be? What was going on with him? He never thought these things consciously but there must be something to it if he said all that during the surgery.
Paul drove Joe over to his house since the nanny had the kids. Paul felt that it would be more relaxing and Paul could care for Joe.
Paul was already clear what his ultimately goal and feelings were for Joe. He wanted Joe as his partner and also his slave. He knew he would have him, but this was going to be a slow process.
Paul openly admitted to himself that he loved Joe. Paul's marriage was caput. She left a while back because she figured out that Paul was a straight man who liked gay men. She could never compete. Gay men did everything better for Paul than she was capable of.
She hated to leave that big dick and fantastic body, but she knew when he fucked her he wasn't thinking about women. She, of course, never said that to him. She announced one day that she was leaving, had filed for divorce amicably, and he could have the house. Paul didn't argue. He was relieved. Thank god there were no kids.
As much as Paul loved and wanted to take care of Joe for the rest of his life, he also had needs. This was the conflict that Paul would carry with him the rest of their relationship.
Paul wanted to be kind and loving always to Joe, but he also wanted Joe as his slave and fag. How does one do both? This is a question Paul would continually deal with. He would never fully get the balance.
One way he never got the balance was the first time they had sex. It was this afternoon of the surgery.
Joe was lying in bed asleep. His groin hurt if he was awake so Paul kept him heavily sedated. Paul couldn't help himself. He loved seeing Joe vulnerable and helpless. He took advantage.
Paul rolled Joe over on his stomach. Spread his legs wide. Greased up Joe's fuck hole. And, plowed his massive nine-inch thick man cock into Joe. He fucked Joe hard and long. Joe never knew a thing except his ass felt weird for several days. Being the unconscious, denial ridden man that he was he never questioned anything about the feelings in his ass.
Paul was not happy with his actions. He would wrestle with this forever. Paul never forgave himself that their first sex was with Joe asleep. It was a rape pure and simple. But on the other hand. It was fucking hot. And every time Paul thought of that day, he got hard.