Chameleon

Chameleon 12

Chameleon

By Mickey S

If you are under age, or live in an area where reading stories that include sex between males is illegal, or if you're not into this type of story, please leave. This is a fictional story and all characters and events are a figment of the author's imagination. My thanks to Tim and Drew for all of their help. The author retains all rights. No reproductions are allowed without the author's consent. Comments are appreciated at NJMcMick@yahoo.com.

Chapter 12

With Dad's new, mellower (probably medication-enhanced) mood we got along much better but he could still be stubborn when he wanted to be. I wanted to get an idea of how the farm was doing financially and knowing that he had always kept great business records I asked him if I could see the books. He flat-out refused, saying that he might be a physical invalid but he could still take care of the accounting. I tried to explain that I didn't want to take that job away from him, I just wanted to see how we were making out. He told me we were doing just fine and that I shouldn't worry about it.

I couldn't imagine how the farm could be doing well. The only income was from the milk and six cows, even Holsteins, couldn't bring in that much. Overhead was low since we'd never had a mortgage on the place and we grew our own feed, but if I didn't know better I'd swear Dad had a crop of illegal substances hidden away somewhere on the property to supplement the dairy income. But if he wasn't worrying about money why should I?

The other area where Dad wasn't being cooperative was his smoking. He still refused to quit. Of course he couldn't smoke while on oxygen so when he wanted a cigarette he'd leave his nasal cannula hooked on the doorknob, go to the chair at the far end of the front porch, have his smoke and then come back and hook himself up again. Each cigarette probably erased the value of an hour's worth of oxygen but he wouldn't go without. But it was such a nuisance he was down to under a half a pack a day so I just ignored it.

Medicare approved Dad's scooter and it was delivered after he'd been home a week. He'd ordered a heavy duty model so he could ride it around the farm. He used it to accompany me when I went to milk the cows but no longer helped in the actual milking. Just being there made him feel like he was still a part of things. When he was in the house the scooter sat in a corner of the kitchen plugged into its charger.  

I notified my landlord that I was giving up the apartment as of September 1. That gave me over a month to get all of my stuff out of it. I would have to hire movers to bring the furniture out to the farm but I could pack up all of the small stuff and use the truck to move that myself. The only question was who I could get to watch Dad while I was in the city. The packing and moving would take at least one full day, maybe two.    

When Dad came home from the hospital I'd called Karen and told her that I wouldn't be available for dates for an indefinite time. After the talk with Dad I'd pretty much decided that my career as an escort was over but I hadn't officially notified the agency. Since I wasn't taking dates anyway I figured I could take my time giving notice of my retirement.

Even so I was surprised when Karen called me after a couple of weeks. She inquired about Dad's health and then offered me a date during the day.

"I know you said you couldn't work for a while, especially in the city, because you have to stay with your father, but this one is so close to where you're living I thought you might be able to work it out. It's a very closeted guy who lives in Hamburg. I looked on the map and that's near where you are, isn't it?"

"Yeah, it's right down the road, maybe ten miles. What's involved?" I wasn't really interested but it was hard to pass up a chance to make some money so close to home. If it were something simple that wouldn't take long I could get Uncle Frank or Aunt Mary to stay with Dad. They spelled me when I had to go to the store.

"Basically, the guy wants to sit on your face. He wants to be rimmed."

"Any idea what he looks like?"

Rimming was one of my favorite sexual activities but it was also the one I was very particular about. I could only do it with someone I was attracted to and very few of my clients fit that bill. It had to be a hot, clean ass on a hot body for me to get into it and so it wasn't something I did very often. Karen knew this.

"He's a hottie, 36 years old, athletic, black hair and eyes. He came into the city for an interview with Ed the other day and we took a picture of his ass. I think you'll like it."

"Send it to me. So that's all he wants, just a rim job? No fucking, no sucking?"

"No, as I said, he's a hottie so I guess he can get those basic activities anywhere. This is the fantasy he's willing to pay for. He'd asked about a couple of other escorts but since he's in your neighborhood I thought I'd try you first."

"You sure he won't mind not getting who he wanted?"

"Don't worry about it. He asked about numbers 11 and 16 and they're both the same type as you, just a little bit younger. But he is very closeted, almost paranoid, so the details of his scenario are a little kinky."

Ah, there was the complication.

"Kinky?"

"Nothing to worry your vanilla ass about. I'll email the details along with the butt picture. Try to get back to me soon."

When I checked my email a little later I saw that she was right. His ass was even better than I had any right to hope for and while the scenario she described reeked of paranoia it wasn't really kinky. Basically, he would wear a mask the whole time and there would be no conversation. He wanted no personal interaction at all. I had to laugh. The man wanted my tongue up his ass but he didn't want to get personal. Some of these clients had real issues.

I looked at the picture again. It covered his backside from mid-torso to mid-thigh. Karen was right that he was athletic. He was slim and muscular with a small waist, no trace of love handles, slim hips, two white, smooth, round muscular globes and well-built thighs. I'd do that ass for free if given the chance, although I'd probably want to plow it after having opened it with my tongue. Maybe it would work out that way. After all, I was sure he wouldn't want me to leave the job unfinished. Either way, I couldn't imagine being at his place for more than an hour, and the drive down and back would take no time at all.

I emailed Karen back and told her it sounded fine to me. If she could arrange for late morning on Mondays, Wednesdays or Fridays it would be even better. That was when Declan came to see Dad and maybe I could ask him to extend his visit a bit. I didn't want to take advantage of the Perrys all the time.      

Unfortunately, Karen replied that the client's only free time was Thursday at three. I called Declan, hoping he could do it anyway but he said that was his day in the southern end of the county. So I had to depend on Aunt Mary who was glad to help.

I was very excited when Thursday rolled around. While most of my dates weren't sexually thrilling they were the only sex I had and it had been almost a month. And the ass in that picture had been burning itself into my brain all week. Dad wasn't thrilled when I told him. I couldn't think of a good lie so I just said that I had to go out for a while.

He frowned.

"I thought when you decided to stay here you were giving that up."

"I am, but I haven't given notice yet and the client is local so they don't have anyone else in the area who can handle it."

"Local? You know how word gets around this town. You want everybody to find out what you've been doing, just as you're about to give it up?"

"Don't worry about that. Apparently this guy's paranoid about anyone finding out about him so he's not going to say anything."

"I don't want to know any more about it. And if Mary asks, you're going to the Home Depot in Newton."

The address in Karen's email wasn't familiar and when I checked it on Mapquest I saw that it was in one of the small townhouse communities that had been built when I was in high school. I had no trouble finding the house and at three o'clock on the dot I rang the doorbell.

When the client opened the door he was wearing a black ski mask which covered not only his face but his whole head. The only features I could make out were his eyes but they were so large and dark they practically filled in the holes in the mask. Not that I spent a lot of time looking at the mask because he was standing there totally naked from the mask down.

The front of his body was every bit as good as the rear. His chest was well-developed and perfectly smooth, with nipples larger than quarters with nubs sticking out from them. His abs weren't overly developed but showed a definite six-pack. He had just a hint of a black thread leading from his navel down to pubes that were trimmed very short. His circumcised dick was at half-mast, pointing toward my knees, rising slowly. It looked like it would be just a tad shorter than mine when fully erect and the skin was so smooth I was sure it would feel like silk.

This was clearly a man who didn't have to pay for sex no matter what his face looked like. But rimming wasn't everyone's cup of tea, so I could understand why he'd come to Dream Dates. He was standing a bit to one side, half behind the door and motioned for me to come in, closing the door behind me. Without a word he turned and walked up a flight of stairs. I followed a few steps behind, enjoying the view of that ass on a level with my face. At the top of the stairs he turned into a large bedroom and lay face down diagonally on a king-sized bed. Following my email instructions I removed all of my clothes and got into position behind him between his knees. I took a moment to soak in the beauty of his ass. I must have lost track of time because he started wiggling his butt at me.

I leaned forward and put a hand on each cheek, massaging them lightly then kneading them. Finally I spread them apart, exposing his tight, perfect, hairless pucker. I was in heaven and I was sure he would be too in just a few moments. I bent down and lightly kissed his pucker. It was so beautiful it had to be kissed before my tongue ravaged it.

I then started by lightly swirling my tongue around the edges, gradually putting more pressure  into it, occasionally stiffening my tongue and poking the center of his anus. After a few minutes of this teasing I put my whole mouth over his pucker and sucked on it, pulling his ass lips into my mouth, nibbling on them lightly with my teeth. I'd started  on my knees bent over his ass, but then I lay down on the bed, spread his muscular cheeks as far apart as I could and dove in, licking, slurping, sucking, using my tongue to open up his hole and forcing myself into it.

I completely lost track of time. At some point I realized that the moans he had started out with had become whimpers and that I was now the one doing the moaning. He was grinding his hips into the mattress and so was I. His hole had opened up and my tongue was all the way up inside him yet we both wanted more. I was about to suggest we move on to fucking even though that wasn't on the agenda but just then his pucker clamped down on my tongue and I realized he was coming. As his anus pulsed on my tongue my own dick exploded.

He reached for a box of tissues on the nightstand, grabbed a handful for himself and then handed the box back to me. We cleaned up in silence and I dressed while he put on a robe. Then he escorted me back downstairs to the front door and that was it.

He didn't offer a tip but many clients didn't. I hadn't paid much attention to the house but he was clearly middle class. What he was paying for the date probably wiped out his entertainment budget for half the year. And I was sure I'd enjoyed the date as much as he had. As I drove out of the townhouse complex I thought that if all my dates were like that I'd have a lot more trouble retiring from the business.

But the glow from the exciting sexual escapade faded before I even got to Sussex. The whole scene had been very stimulating but I was feeling somewhat empty inside. I'd been disappointed with my dates lately and kept wishing for something more exciting. Now that I had experienced a very hot scene I realized I wanted even more than that. I didn't want just a few moments of intense sexual stimulation. Sure I wanted that, but I also wanted to kiss, to caress, to make love and to cuddle afterwards. And I wanted it to be with a person I liked, not just a body that turned me on.

For the first time since my early days in the city, I felt lonely. I was good at being on my own and usually enjoyed my own company. I wasn't terribly social and could be quite content most of the time at home reading, or out at a movie or show by myself. Or just hanging out with a good friend like Livy. I didn't need a lot of social interaction, but I needed some. And I needed some affection, too. Dates with clients had been a poor substitute for physical affection for too long. Of course, living in the boonies wasn't going to help my situation any. Maybe it was time for me to look into Internet dating, the real kind, not the Dream Dates kind.

The next morning I waited on the porch for Declan to finish up his appointment with Dad. I wanted to ask his medical advice and try to enlist him on my side in my latest disagreement with Dad. Unfortunately Dad came out onto the porch with him.

"Say Declan, have you got a minute? I want your opinion about something."

"Sure, I'm on my lunch break now. I don't have another appointment until one."

"Take a little walk with me and then I'll fix you a sandwich if you like."

"You gonna talk about me behind my back?" Dad called out as we crossed the yard toward the shed.

"Of course, that's the only way to keep you from interrupting," I called back.

"You and your dad seem to be getting along a lot better."

"I don't know about a lot, but definitely better."

"So what are we going all the way out into the cornfield to talk about?"

"Just the latest instance of Dad and I not getting along so well. You know the State Fair is opening today over at the County Fairgrounds? Well, Dad insists he wants to go. I don't think he's up to it but he says he's gone every year of his life and since this is probably his last, he's not missing it. Do you think he's up to it?"

"What does Dr. Patel say?"

"He thinks it would be a bad idea but unfortunately he didn't come right out and tell Dad he couldn't go, so Dad thinks it's his decision to make. What do you think?"

"Well, I agree with the doctor that he probably shouldn't go but I don't think it would kill him. He shouldn't be subjected to any kind of excitement or stress, but having been to several of the fairs I'd say you needn't worry too much about the excitement level. With his scooter and oxygen, riding around for a few hours shouldn't be too taxing. Refusing to let him go and getting him mad could be even more stressful. "

"Yeah, he starts to get worked up every time we talk about it. I don't want him to think he's a prisoner here or that his life is over."

"If you go I'd suggest you pick a quiet time, take plenty of water for him, keep him from getting overheated. In other words, use common sense."

"I was thinking a weekday would be less crowded than the weekend. I know you've got a pretty full schedule but do you think there's any way you could take some time off and go with us? I'd feel better having a medical professional along if he needed help."

"They have a first aid station at the fair, you know. And you did a pretty good job on him yourself last time."

"I know, but I'd enjoy having you along. We haven't had a chance to hang out in weeks."

I was hoping we could get our friendship back on track but he didn't seem so enthusiastic as he paused in thought.

"Let me take a look at next week's schedule when I get back to the office this afternoon. Maybe I can shuffle things around and make some time."

"I can't ask for more than that. Now, how about that sandwich?"

"Thanks for the offer but I've got a salad in a cooler in the car."

"Bring it in. No point in eating alone in a hot car."

Again, that hesitation I'd noticed the past few weeks.

"Okay, I guess eating at a table will reduce the possibility that I'll be wearing half my salad to my next appointment."

We went back to the house, stopping at Declan's Jeep to pickup his salad. I made two sandwiches from leftover turkey breast Dad and I had had the night before and added a few chunks of turkey to Declan's salad. Dad joined us and we ate at the kitchen table.

"So when are you giving notice to your boss, son?"

Dad took me by surprise mentioning my job in front of Declan. I knew he didn't want word to get out about the real nature of my employment so he'd probably be careful about what he said but the old man knew what he was doing. He wasn't happy I'd had a date the day before and wanted to force a decision on me by putting me on the spot.

"I don't know, soon I guess."

"You're quitting your job?"

"Yeah, Declan, I've decided to make a major life change. I'm quitting the job and giving up my apartment. I'm going to settle in here on the farm."

"Really? You're staying here for good?"

Before I could answer Declan Dad jumped in.

"You've been saying that for over a week but you still took that job yesterday," he grumbled.

"I told you it was only because it was a local client and no one else was available. It was probably my last business meeting."

"You could take the probably out of that sentence by calling that nice lady in your office this afternoon and telling her you're quitting. It's rude letting her think she can count on you when you have no intention of working there any more."

"All right, Dad, if it makes you happy I'll call Karen this afternoon."

"I keep telling you, it shouldn't be about what makes me happy. You've got to make yourself happy."

"All right, then. It'll make me happy to call Karen this afternoon. Satisfied?"

"It's good to see the two of you getting along so well," Declan grinned.

I kept my promise and called Karen about an hour later. She was disappointed but not surprised. She said she'd send me information on continuing my health insurance and rolling over my 401k if I wanted to.

A little while later Ed called.

"I'm sorry to lose you, Silas. You've been with us longer than anyone else and you've been my most dependable moneymaker. And you've made a pretty good living for yourself as well."

"Yes, I have, but it's time to move on. Time for Peter Pan to grow up."

"I assume you have some idea of what you're going to do now?"

"Believe it or not, I'm going to be a dairy farmer."

"That's a pretty radical change in careers. What brought this on?"

"It's my family business. I grew up on the farm but only recently realized how much it's in my blood."

"Well, I wish you luck. And if you ever change your mind I'll be happy to take you back. While most of the demand is for younger escorts there's still a market for hot studs in their thirties."

"It's nice to know I'm not over the hill but I don't think I'm going to change my mind. My escort days are over."

"Happy farming, then. Keep in touch."

Dad came shuffling into the room as I flipped the phone shut.

"So it's done. How about a drink to celebrate the beginning of your new career?"

"Why not, although I think what you may be celebrating is the end of my old one."

I got out the bottle of Jack Daniels, put a few cubes of ice in two small glasses and half filled them with the whiskey.

"Of course I'm relieved that's over, but I'm also glad you're happy to be settling down here. And don't worry that you're burning your bridges for something temporary. I suppose Declan told you about my new will."

"No, he didn't say anything. Why would he know about it?"

"He was visiting me in the hospital when Henry brought the new will for me to sign. Declan and a staff nurse witnessed it. I didn't want to take a chance on kicking off with the old one still in effect, although I came close to doing just that. The farm will be yours when I'm gone."

"I'd assumed you were leaving everything to Barbara."

"I was going to leave the farm to my second cousin Gabe's son Dave because he was the only farmer left in the family, and everything else to your sister even though I've taken better care of her family than they deserve. Now I'm glad I lived long enough for us to finally start to understand each other."

"I'm glad too, and I hope we have lots more time."

"I don't know about that. I feel like I'm living on borrowed time now. I'd love to have more time but I'm working on making peace with the way things are."

Declan called that evening to say that he'd been able to rearrange his schedule the next Thursday so he could accompany us to the fair in the afternoon.

"I'm going to start my day early and I gave one of my afternoon appointments to another nurse so I can be at your place at one."

"That'll be great. I don't want Dad to spend the whole day there so just the afternoon will be fine. And plan on staying for supper once we get home. I have to do something to thank you."

"Thanks isn't necessary but if I'm going to stay that late I'd better bring Thelma and Louise to the farm with me so their bladders don't burst."

"We wouldn't want that to happen. Say, Dad was telling me about his new will this afternoon. Why didn't you tell me you witnessed his signing that day in the hospital?"

"I knew one of the documents he signed was his will but I figured he probably told you about it when you went into the room."

"One of the documents?"

"Yeah, there were a couple of things he signed. I don't know what the other thing was but I only had to witness his signature.  It's not like I knew what was in the will either."

"He seems to enjoy keeping secrets from me."

"Well, I'm sure you have a few you keep from him as well."

I wasn't so sure about that. I thought I had some big secrets but apparently I wasn't good at keeping them.

The vegetables in the garden were getting ripe faster than we could eat them so I bought a few cases of mason jars and spent the next few days canning using Mom's old equipment. By the next Thursday I had two shelves in the pantry filled with jars of beans, carrots and tomatoes. I showed them off to Declan when he arrived to go to the fair.

"You're quite the farm wife, Silas. Who knew you were so talented?"

"I have lots of talents you no nothing about."

"You'd be surprised what I know," he said mysteriously. "And I have a few hidden talents of my own."

Declan had so many obvious talents I wondered what he could possibly have hidden. I didn't have much time to wonder though because Dad came shuffling into the kitchen.

"Are you two gonna gab all day or are we going to the fair?"

"Take it easy, Dad, there's no rush. And we're all ready to go."

While Declan walked his beagles around the back of the yard I took a couple of planks from the shed and used them as a makeshift ramp to the tailgate of the pickup. I ran the scooter up the ramp into the back of the truck where I tied it down. We put the dogs in the house and the three of us got into the truck with Declan in the middle. Dad insisted on taking advantage of his time away from the oxygen tank to smoke so he had to sit by the open window. I didn't mind since that meant Declan was pressed against me.

At the fair I dropped Declan, Dad and the scooter off at the entrance and parked the truck quite a distance away. Even with it being a weekday the place was pretty crowded. Since Dad was the one who had wanted to go to the fair I let him lead the way. He was mostly interested in the animal exhibits and those of the 4-H kids. The 4-H competitions brought back memories of my youth.

"Didn't you have a pig in competition here one year, Silas?"

"He won first prize that year, Declan."

"I'm surprised either of you remember that. We only raised pigs a couple of years and I think that was the only award I ever won. I've probably still got the blue ribbon somewhere in my room."

I didn't know which surprised me more, that Dad remembered or that Declan even knew who I was back then.

"How come you stopped raising pigs?"

"Dad said he didn't like sending such smart animals to slaughter."

"But isn't that what you do with the cows when they stop giving milk?"

I let Dad explain the difference.

"Cows are stupid animals. I love them dearly but they're just plain dumb. I treat them well and they have a good long life while they're producing, so when they start to go dry I don't have a problem selling them off. But pigs are smart. We only kept them long enough to fatten them up so they had short lives. And I always had the feeling they knew exactly what we were doing so I felt guilty about it."

"Sounds like you could be a vegetarian, Sam."

"Not me. I love meat so I try not to think about it too much. If people thought more about it we'd probably all be vegetarians."

Dad surprised me by wanting to spend time at the horse show. Horses had fascinated me when I was a kid but Dad always steered us away from them at the fair. Maybe he was afraid I'd pester him to get me one.

"I thought you didn't like horses, Dad. You said they cost money to maintain and didn't contribute anything to a farm."

"That's what my Dad always said and while I didn't agree when I was a boy it made some sense to me when I had a family to support." Dad was staring at a reddish horse. "That bay looks a lot like my Blaze."

"Blaze?"

"My horse when I was a boy. She was a beauty and I think I spent as much time on her back as on my feet. Your grandfather never stopped complaining about her but since his father had given her to me when I was seven there was nothing he could do but complain. Until I went into the army, anyway. Then the bastard sold her."

"You never said anything about having a horse when I was growing up."

"I missed her so much couldn't bear to think about her. I was determined that once I took over the farm I'd get another one but by the time that happened I had too many responsibilities - your mother, sister, you, plus my elderly parents. And the farm was barely scraping by back then. In the back of my mind I thought that maybe when things got better I could still get a horse but before I knew it I was alone on the farm and I was too old, or so I thought."

Dad shook his head.

"Let that be a lesson to you, boys. If you want to do something, do it. Don't wait because you may not get another chance. Pretty unoriginal advice, I know, but everybody misses out on things by putting them off."

"I agree, Sam. I always wanted to learn to ride a horse. It looked so, I don't know, majestic and graceful. So when Kara said she wanted to learn I took lessons with her. Turned out she didn't like it but I was hooked."

"Do you still ride, Declan?"

"Yeah, Sam, every chance I get. I bought a horse last year and have her boarded at stables in Vernon."

"How about teaching me to ride? I wouldn't mind giving it a try and clearly I've never been opposed to taking lessons about anything." I really was interested in learning to ride but I also didn't want to miss an opportunity to spend more time with Declan now that our friendship seemed to be back on track.

"Sure, the stables where I board Brandy has lots of horses. I'm sure they'll let you ride one."

It was nearly six when we got back to the house. Dad was dragging a bit although he bristled at my suggestion that he take a nap while I tended to the cows.

"I was sitting all afternoon. That didn't exactly wear me out."

"Fine, then you and Declan can keep an eye on the dogs while I do the milking. When I get back I'll fix us a light supper."

"Light? Why do you insist on making me eat healthy? I don't have much time left so I should be able to eat whatever I like."

"Make you eat healthy? Let's see, this afternoon at the fair you had a large soft pretzel with mustard, then a sausage and peppers sandwich and finished it off with a slab of blueberry pie. And that was after an early lunch here before we left."

"Yeah, well, there's so much food at the fair you gotta eat something. You and Declan weren't fasting either."

"And that's why I suggested something light now. None of us should be very hungry."

"Okay, I don't know why I'm feeling so grumpy after such a nice afternoon."

"Sometimes I think you were born a grumpy old man." It was nice to be able to tease Dad about his mood after so many years of taking it personally.

Declan had taken the dogs out back so Dad settled in his recliner and I went to the barn where the cows were waiting impatiently. I was halfway through milking the second one when Declan came in and sat on a bale of hay.

"You sure I can't teach you how to milk a cow?"

"You're doing a pretty good job on your own. I think I'd be more of a hindrance than a help."

Declan and I chatted about the fair while I continued milking. After I'd finished with the last cow and put away the milk I started for the door. Declan rose as I approached him but stood between me and the door, blocking my way. He put a hand on each of my shoulders and pulled me toward him, then shocked the hell out of me by leaning toward me, planting his lips firmly on mine. His soft lips stayed pressed to mine in a close-mouthed kiss for several seconds before he pulled away, grinning at me.

"What the ..." I spluttered.

"Just following your old man's advice, Silas," he beamed. "I've wanted to do that ever since high school."

With that he turned and left the barn, leaving me standing frozen in shock.

TBC