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"Dad's Dilemma" 04 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"I remember you always came here when you wanted to be by yourself."
I looked up. I knew the voice, but didn't speak. Most likely, my face was doing the asking.
"I thought that might have been Steve and his girlfriend this afternoon."
"Then it's true. That was your SUV at the Pines Motel and...."
My head tilted forwards, my chin almost touching my chest, I looked at the chips.
"You can say it. It's the truth."
"You... you followed a guy into room 104?"
"Yep," my dad said solemnly.
"How long has this been going on?"
"A year or so."
"And you've been sleeping with mom all this time?"
"Well, yes, but no," he contradicted himself, further saying, "Sleeping, but let me explain something."
"I wish you would, dad. You have me totally confused here."
"Don't go being so hard on your old dad. First of all, it's not like your mom is being so innocent, either!"
My head slowly picked up, turning, my mouth guiding out the word, "What?"
"Yup. It's true. Like me, she's taken up with someone else, but it was long before I started meeting men."
"Wow. You are really gay, then?"
"No less than you."
"Yeah, but I'm not married. I don't have two sons."
"True, but I think you are old enough to understand."
"Mom is seeing a guy?"
"Yep. Caught her one day when I came home sick."
"Wait. You caught mom naked, in bed with a guy?"
"There hasn't been a lot of love between us for quite some time."
"This is a lot for me to digest."
Our guy to guy talk went on for about an hour, until we both took time to scan the horizon, seeing the sun set. It seemed strange how glorious the sunset was, compared to the news we shared.
"So, like life goes on, mom and you just went through the motions."
"Very good perception. I was hoping you would want it to be that way."
"What about Steve?"
"It's not the first time I've seen Steve's car out there," dad pointed over his shoulder, "at the Pines."
"He knows?"
"I suspect."
"I can't believe my best bro didn't tell me."
"Don't be so hard on him. Did you ever think that maybe he thought it wasn't his place to tell? Maybe he thought he was protecting you?"
"Or maybe he was so shocked out of his gourd, like me, that he didn't want to say?"
"Could be, but how are you thinking now?"
"It's weird dad. I need time to think."
"Of course. I think we better head home."
"Dad, I want to tell you something."
"What?"
"I want to let you know that this doesn't change how I feel about you."
"I love you too, son."
Even though I just found out my dad is gay, it didn't change the fact he could put his arm around me and give me a hug. It was a different feeling of love and it made me feel alright.
We decided on walking in the door separately, so I gave dad a five minutes head start. I knew the reason for being called `unusually quiet' at the dinner table by mom, but took up with the conversation with school activities. After dinner I watched some TV, but couldn't keep my mind a hundred percent attuned to the story. When it was bedtime, I decided to turn in. Heading to my room, I detoured and went to Steve. "How did the motel go?"
"It was okay."
"Okay? You have your first gay sleep-in and it's just `okay'?"
"It was great."
"Your enthusiasm is killing me," Steve said sarcastically.
I entered a more cheerful plea of, "It was really awesome."
"You checked in okay, right? Did what I told you?"
"Adam did. We got into our room okay."
"So, who sucked who? Or?"
"Adam mostly sucked me. I had the urge to fuck him, but we didn't do it."
"Alright! Ingraham man on top!" He acknowledged, by high-fiving me.
"Steve?"
"Yeah?"
I didn't mean to change the subject, but I was bursting with knowledge!
"Something strange happened while we were at the Pines."
"What happened to my car?"
"Nothing. I didn't put a scratch on it."
"You spilled your food on it?"
"We didn't get food until afterwards."
"Then?"
I sat there on my bro's bed for like a minute's silence. Then I figured out something. Dad said something about seeing Steve's car at the Pines. I wonder. I decided to put Steve on the spot.
"Steve, have you ever seen dad's SUV parked at the Pines?"
He suddenly slipped from his cheerful self, into a conversational coma. He tossed his last sock towards the hamper, missed, got up to pocket it, then came and sat down next to me.
"I suppose you're old enough, so here goes... You saw dad with `that' guy, didn't you?"
"Steve, we... dad and I had a talk about it."
"He saw my car, I take it and he knew you were driving it today?"
"Right."
"I never thought in a million years this could work out somewhat coincidental. Of all days to be..."
"So, you know dad is gay?"
"Yeah. How does it grab you?"
"I'm not sure. It's a new feeling and I need to think about it."
"What did your friend think?"
"Adam was as surprised as me. Fortunately he said he can keep it quiet."
"One plus for you."
"Yeah. He's always kept our secrets."
"Like what?" Steve inquires.
"Nothing that would shock you now!"
With that out in the open, I went to my room. I saw midnight, then one a.m., two a.m., got groggy around three and fell asleep.
`Next morning, I woke with a start, sitting up in my bed. Was yesterday a dream or real? I made it to the edge of my bed, slapping my legs over the side, still fixed on the idea about dad. As I showered, rubbing my hands over my bod, my mind strayed from dad, to Adam. Becoming more aggressive, my right hand found it's way to my cock. While my left hand skimmed over my bod, I found something interesting. My nips were very, very sensitive, causing a reaction below. Then it registered. So was Adam's nips. I recalled how he moaned when my tongue slid over them. Second recollection had me thinking about having my teeth on his nip and biting harder, pulling away from his chest and how it made his moaning more intense. In lieu of a mouth, my thumbs and fingers replicated it, squeezing hard. "Oooooooooh", I moaned to myself.
I giggled, because I discovered my hand wasn't on my cock, but it throbbed. I then found my hands to be pleasure tools, rubbing my nips, squashing them, acting retroactively to excite my loins!
"Jaaaaake... breakfast!"
What a bummer! My eyes jumped wide open, as if I heard her full force, as if mom's voice billowed in my ear. The humor returned, as I realized the sound floated up the staircase, entering my room, then the jon right next door. Steve and I shared the same lavatory, but I knew he was long gone, off to his job in construction. He had opted to enter the workforce, earning his way through college, at night.
"Last call for breakfast!"
Turning off the water, I hopped out of the shower. I blamed myself for the subsiding erection between my legs. Be it, the feeling churning between my legs had been pleasurable, but missing breakfast was on my mind too. One thing is, I didn't want mom coming up the stairs and knocking on my door. Sometimes she didn't wait for me to acknowledge her! So, I threw on a tee shirt and jeans, handcarrying my socks and sneakers to the diningroom table.
"Where's dad?" I asked right away.
On plate sat the crusts of bread, at dad's place, a half a cup of coffee.
"Your father had to go off early this morning."
You know where my mind went with this one!
However, when I met with Adam, telling him everything, his response was quite innocent.
"You can't go jumping to conclusions, Jake. Maybe your dad had to go in early."
"Maybe."
"Besides, it would cost him another twenty bucks."
"Not unless the other guy is paying."
"I wonder who the other guy is?" Adam throws the question out.
"I didn't ask."
"It wouldn't be any of our business anyway."
"I wonder who the other guy is that my mom is seeing?"
"Your mom? How does that go?"
Adam was my best friend. I figured if I could trust him with one secret, then I could trust him with two! So, I told him.
"Your dad caught them doing it, huh?"
"Yeah."
"This is funny though."
"What is?"
"It's more mysterious thinking about who was with your dad, than your mom."
"Why?"
"I dunno. Maybe because we're gay. Holy cow!"
"What?"
"Did your dad ask who the other man is... was, with you?"
"I didn't come out and say. I mean, my dad knows I almost strictly, on the average, hang out with you, besides when I told him I was driving Steve's car, I mentioned I was taking you and bringing you home from school."
"So he knows about me being your lover?"
Now there's another development. Being someone's love before and after sex, brought a whole new focus on the word, `lover'.
"Are we `lovers' now?"
"Weren't we lovers before?"
Adam came back at me, quickly. I thought fast.
"Sure."
"I think," Adam started going psych on me, "now that we've had sex and are lovers, it makes it more profound."
"Profound, huh?"
"Sure. Like an infinite feeling."
"Infinite? How so?"
"Closer. Like I feel we can do anything. Live anywhere and feel close."
"Like after next year, when we go our separate ways for college?"
"Something like that."
As with me, Adam grew very quiet. We stopped walking on our way to school. The school bus passes us. Only the noise it made, caused us to wake up out of our private reveries.
"We better hustle!"
With our racing feet, my mind was carried along. With the school in sight, I began to refocus on the math exam.
The day went on without incident. Adam came quickly to eat, but informed me he had to report for swimming practice. It's one sport I wish I showed an interest in, on account of it's kind of cool to see all of these guys in their speedos and not have a reason for spying! Still, I went to every swimming meet. Of course I told Adam it was to see him, but it did boil down to more than this reason! I had my activities and I'm sure seeing some of the guys in my activity, Archaeology Club, with their clothes on could be somewhat stimulating. I kind of had the hots for Scott Madison, but swore he wasn't gay. He was too cool'. But then again, I thought Adam to be cool', so where did I draw the line on traits? I tried comparing the way Adam acted when I first met him to Scott. He was too interested in girls. That alone set my feelings reeling towards the aspect of being heterosexual. Everytime one of the girls found something interesting, on a dig, Scott made such a big deal about it. When one of the guys found a cool object, it was, `that's nice', spoken solemnly.
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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.