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"Dad's Dilemma" 03 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Oh wow! The maids are going to think we're slobs."
As we got up out of bed, both of us noticed the stained sheets.
"Steve didn't say anything about this. What do you think we should do?"
"Wash them out?"
"Nah. I'd say wipe them off as best we can and leave them."
"Leave them? But I signed for them. The deskclerk is going to know my come is on those sheets!"
"Wait, before you have a heart attack."
"What?"
"Did you sign your address? Telephone number?"
Adam starts laughing out loud.
"What?"
"He said to just put a number on the room application sheet. I used your number."
"Adam, I'm going to kill you right now!"
But instead I cornered him in the shower. It made sense anyway, to shower our sticky selves off. It started off like we were in the lockerroom at school. We took turns being under the shower jet, until I reached for the little bottle of shampoo. My chest grazed right across Adam's pecs.
"Another thing that feels good!"
"How do you mean?" Adam asked.
Like I wasn't feeling it too?
"Your wet bod against mine. An hour ago we started out dry, then it got sweaty and now..."
Adam didn't have to spell out the whole deal to me. >From the first hint, it started up the memory. Even though we were wet, by water, being wet by our sweaty bodies, stirred up my pleasure center.
"What are you doing, Jake?"
I laughed, as my hand felt up my cock.
"I think I'm getting hard again."
"Again? Like you want to come again?"
"Or piss, but I don' t feel much like pissing."
"Better not or you'll be pissing on me, then I'll really get pissed!"
I really couldn't pay much attention to his words. As Adam stood there, he looked so cute.
He must've sensed something about me, because he said, "Jake, I'd like to too, but I think our two hours is up."
`Rats!' I thought. I figured maybe we could go back to bed. But that would entail washing the soap off our teen bods, drying, then getting all sweated up again, again showering and drying off, not to mention get dressed. So, I tamed my growing erection. Ignoring it, plus the feelings, made it crouch back into my pubic hemisphere.
"At least we had fun with the first time."
"Yeah, I'll never forget it because of one thing, Jake."
"What's that?"
"Because neither of us had the desire to fuck."
Desire to fuck'? Maybe it was Adam's opinion, but he shouldn't be speaking about me. I was there', `wanting', but it just wasn't the right time, I suppose.
"Maybe next time."
"And I'll pay," Adam offered.
I was okay with both his options. He offered to pay for the room, which meant he was comfortable with signing for it as well and he didn't say anything negative about me shoving my teen cock up his ass! How lucky can a guy get! After putting ourselves back together, we stood there looking at the room.
"Seems funny that our first love affair is in a cheap motel."
"I can't afford the Hilton. You?"
"No, not me. My dad, yes, when he's on a business trip."
"Same here."
It's then we both became more than startled. Standing at the inside of the door, Adam was pointing out a car of the far side of the `L-shape'.
"Looks an awful like your dad's SUV, Jake."
"Can't be. My dad's at work. Let's go."
We both got outside the door, then scooted back inside real quick.
"It sure looks like your dad."
"Yeah it does. But who's the other guy?"
"Hee hee," Adam laughed, then supposed, "his trick?"
"Don't even go there, Adam. It's not funny."
"I didn't say it was funny, but isn't it strange?"
"Damn! I think he saw Steve's car."
"If he did, he ignored it when the other guy said something."
"Whatever it was, had to be funny. They're both laughing about it."
"Look, the other guy is going towards room 104. Or 5."
"Yeah and dad's following him."
I started to put two and two together and I didn't like the outcome of the equation. At least my thoughts were inside my head. Adam began thinking on the outside.
"Looks like you're not the only faggot in your family, Jake!"
"Shut up. My dad isn't gay."
"Then why is he following a man inside a motel room?"
"Maybe it's a meeting."
It was the only excuse I could think of and knew it wouldn't float a boat!
"Like my dad, business meetings are held at swanky places."
"Keep reminding me."
"No problem. Hey, they're inside. Let's make a break for it."
Adam was outside the door before me. I stayed right on his tail. I got in the driver's side, put the key in the ignition, started it up and headed for the outlet. We had to pass right by my dad's car.
"Slow down. Maybe we can see something."
But I didn't want to see something', nor anything'! I proceeded with lots of caution, being a new driver, plus my mind strung up on this revolting development.
"So, what do you think?" Adam asked.
"I don't want to talk about it."
"What are you going to do?"
"Nothing. It's none of my business."
"If your dad caught you in the same predicament, do you think he would mind his own business."
"No. Because I'm his son, it's different."
I almost went through a stop sign. Good thing there wasn't a cop parked in the Big Burger parking lot. I decided then and there I didn't want to get home til maybe dinner time.
"Yeah, I'll give that much to you, but what about your mom and dad?"
"Maybe she knows."
"Yeah right. Then why isn't your dad and his gay lover..."
"We don't know if he's gay."
"You're deluding yourself Jake. It's as plain as the nose on your face. Your dad was following a man inside the cheesiest motel in town. No mater if your gay or anything else, the only reason two people check into a dump like that is for sex!"
Adam was talking common sense, only I didn't want to believe it.
"I'm getting a burger, fries and a chocolate shake. You?"
"I don't want anything."
"My treat!"
This is one time I wasn't playing game to Adam's wallet. Other times I have jumped at the chance, ordering double fries, but now I wasn't interested in a single burger.
"I'll just have a vanilla shake."
"Man, this really is bugging you."
"Wouldn't you if it was your dad."
"I guess."
"What happens if he doesn't say anything to me?"
"Did he know you had Steve's car?"
"Steve told him this morning."
"Well, as I look at it, it's a stalemate."
"We're not playing chess, Adam."
"I know, but if your dad accuses you of anything, you can reason with him based on what we saw."
Some of our buds were inside the burger joint. It became obvious to Adam that I didn't want to party now. So, he got out and I drove away. I went to a place I always think of when I'm troubled; the kiddie playground at the park. I have grown too big to go on any of the equipment, but I'll sometimes sit in a swing when nobody else is around. Being it almost five o'clock, the playground was deserted. I sank my ass into one of the middle seats. I swung at first, but then let momentum slow me down. I sulked, looking at the bark chips underfoot.
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Copyright 2007 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.