This is a work of pure fiction, but based on the author's feelings, beliefs, and in some cases, experience. Come to think of it -- it might not be all that pure! There may be graphic sexual encounters at times between men, so if this offends you, you are invited to retreat. If you are too young or it is otherwise illegal for you to be reading this kind if story, shame on you for reading it - - please stop here. If not, - - ENJOY!
Cast of characters:
Brian Weber - That's me! Deena - my wife Ronny - my son Chris Willows - kid in bathroom Mike Riggs - new friend Chanelle LeBelle - Ronny's girlfriend. Gary Foosdorf - Mike's friend Dmitri - Neighbor Ericka - Dmitri's wife Muhammad Zarindast - Friend Stan - Muhammad's partner.
From Chapter 5:
It almost seemed as if I fell back in slow motion. How long I had waited for this! I sat on the edge of the bed and Gary pushed me back and lifted my feet up one at a time, removing my socks and putting my feet between the sheets. He then went and turned off the light.
Thus, this night ended over at least 20 years of longing -- since I was 15 years old. I don't mean to give you the impression that we did much more than I have done with my own son -- which is to cuddle and kiss -- and the kisses were not so chaste and I would have done with Ronny. But to hold and feel the body of a fully mature man, his chest, his butt, his muscles -- his "muscle". But that's all we did that night. I wanted much more, and I knew that Gary wanted much, much more. But I let him lead, and he was true to his promise: he was gentle. And I was nearly in heaven.
Chapter 6
"So did you -- erm -- like your -- um -- sleepover last night?"
"It was everything and more -- than I anticipated, Ronny. And guess what? We didn't really do anything!"
"Yeah -- right!" Said my sarcastic boy.
"No, really!" I exclaimed. "Gary is so much more experienced than I. I mean -- actually, he's experienced and I'm just not! We both thought we wanted so much more -- than we did. But even Gary told me that he loved just holding me -- which was about all we did."
"I don't think I could do that, Dad. I - "
"In the first place -- um -- you never had sex with Chanelle -- did you?" Uncharacteristically -- for him - Ronny turned red. "I'm sorry -- that was an unfair question. It's none of my business -- any more than my sex life is any of your's."
"No, it's okay, Dad. Chanelle is a nice girl too. We didn't do anything except make out -- you know kissing and - "
"I know what making out is! Ron, at your age, it IS harder to stop -- when you go beyond a certain point. I actually wouldn't encourage you to do what -- well -- what I thought you were gonna do last night -- with a young girl. I thought you were going to lose your virginity last night."
Again Ronny turned red as a beet. "How did you know?" He asked.
"Know what? That you had planned to - "
"No! That I am still a virgin." He said, getting ever redder, if that's possible.
I put a hand on each cheek, and brought his eyes up to mine. "You are the most important person in my life, Ron."
"And I feel the same, Dad. Last night, I really missed you -- just being alone in the house -- I didn't like it!"
"And, Ron -- that being the case, I think some things, though unspoken -- are just known to each other. You are far too innocent and -- sweet a boy -- I mean young man -- to -- to -- well, lots of boys screw around, but -- I just didn't think you did. And I also knew -- here in my gut -- that it wasn't for the same reasons that I kept my virginity -- until I was married."
"You mean -- because - "
"Because, when it came down to it, I wasn't attracted or driven in any way to have sex with a girl. I simply ignored the fact that I was so interested in looking at the guys in the showers at school. So I pretty much suppressed any sexual feelings I had for guys -- and I guess I didn't realize that other guys were feeling differently than I when they were with a girl. So, you know what I did?"
"What?"
"I was judgmental! I decided that all the other guys that I knew were sexually active -- just didn't have the self control -- or the morality -- that I had.. I didn't make a big deal about it -- I just knew I was stronger than they were -- or at least that's what I thought. I didn't exactly think of them as sluts, but -- And you know, the truth is -- probably -- if I had messed with other guys -- my self control probably would have gone out the window! Then who would have been the slut!?"
"But last night - " he started.
"Sweetheart, Gary is 30 and I am 36. We're far from teens -- even though we both feel like teens a lot of the time. Self control comes easier to someone a little older. Don't think that we -- both -- didn't want to -- do -- everything that I know is in his arsenal -- last night. But what we did was more satisfying to us than we ever could have guessed. It was the perfect first-nighter -- for me -- and for him. He said he has not felt that good -- or that comfortable -- since he lost his ex."
"How was that different from you and me sleeping together?" asked my innocent son.
"I don't think you want the details, Ronny."
"Yes, I do, actually. My imagination will probably have you doing more anyway."
"Ronny, picture you and me in bed."
"Yeah-huh?" He chuckled.
"Picture us cuddling -- like we always do."
"Uh-huh." He grew serious.
"Picture us in a face to face hug - "
"Yeah - - ?" he closed his eyes, and I could tell he liked the feeling I was creating.
"Naked!"
"Dad! -- gross!" He actually stepped back and was going through the motion of brushing himself off!
"I warned you! But there was not much more than that -- really."
"I think you've said that three times, Dad. You keep saying `not much more than that'. So there must have been more."
"Well, I'm not going into any more detail, Son, except two things. There wasn't anything that was off limits -- to touch -- and -- there were no orgasms -- last night."
"So -- what was the purpose -- for sleeping together -- naked -- if not - "
"We just didn't need that -- last night."
"Which brings me back to my first point." He said. "I don't think I could do that, Dad."
"So we are full circle." I said. "Did we learn anything?"
"Actually a couple things." Said Ronny. "First, you think that I would be better off waiting to have sex with a girl." I nodded. I chuckled to myself that his statement didn't make any promises to me in that regard.
"Second, young guys -- like me -- have raging hormones and that they are hard to control." Again I nodded.
"And third -- DAMN DAD! I'm NOT judgmental about your sexual orientation -- I'm NOT! But -- I am so glad that I am NOT GAY!!"
"You realize of course," I said sweetly, "that your loving dad is resisting a strong urge to kick you in the nuts -- right?"
"Why resist?" He taunted, grinning. "You couldn't get close to them anyway!"
"Hey -- I'm still bigger than you -- and if I put my mind to it, this knee would be half way up your ass!" I laughed hard!
"Maybe -- if you could catch me!" He laughed, and reached out and slap-patted my cheek. I reacted immediately, but he was already across the room.
And the chase was on ...
I chased him around the house, into his bedroom. I backed him into a corner behind his bed. I was about to tackle him, when he bound across his king sized bed as if it were a twin, and ran back out to the living room.
I was gaining on him (That's the story I'M stickin' to!) when he reached for the front door handle.
"FREEZE!" I said.
We both know the house rules. When one of us says that, we both have to freeze. "No going outside!" I said. He said okay then tried to bolt past me, both of us giggling like 12 year-olds, while slapping my face again, this time not so softly.
This time I was ready for him. I grabbed his hand with a vise-like hold and we both went to the floor. With my weight advantage, I quickly pinned his shoulders to the floor.
"I LET you catch me!" He said, and laughing, and tried to wriggle free.
Using his shoulders for leverage, I forced the formerly mentioned knee gently between his legs and firmly into his crotch, put my nose up to his, and said, "Uncle?", with one eyebrow raised in victory.
"Uncle." He said.
I pecked him on the nose and helped him up.
"Dad?"
"Yes?"
"Um -- changing the subject a little, what if Mo calls again? Are we still gonna be friends with him?"
"It's been more than 5 weeks since he was here."
"Do you think he got that you are not interested in a relationship?"
"I don't think he was interested in one."
"Huh?"
"I told Gary our experience with Mo. He said that Mo's not interested in that kind of a relationship. He pretty much recited to me what he figured happened the night Mo stayed here. Gary was right! He says Mo is looking for volunteers -- that he can trust -- to go to Iran -- and save some of his friends -- over there -- from getting themselves -- killed."
"Really?"
"Really -- well -- that's what Gary told me."
"Dad -- I wanna do it!"
"What?" I said, trying to ignore the obvious.
"How do we get over there?"
"Ronny -- do you have any idea what you're considering? It's out of the question! I won't let you go."
"Dad -- I'm 18 now -- I can go -- if I want. Don't YOU want to do it?"
"Ronny -- we -- YOU -- could get killed!"
"Interesting."
"What?"
"How you call me Ron when you want me to be a man and Ronny when you -- think I'm still a boy."
I smiled. This boy/man is way too perceptive! "Okay! Ron! You're right. You are old enough to make a decision like this. But -- I'd rather you didn't."
"Dad -- you can't tell me that you haven't considered it. I could hear it in your voice when you told me. I saw it on your face."
"That's different! I'm -"
"Why -- you're older? You're -- gay?"
"Yes -- both of those."
"Why do old men get young guys to fight the wars, Dad?"
"Because they are young and foolish -- thinking that war is glorious."
"And exciting!" Ronny added. "But you know what? That's all true -- but it's not why I'd go. I'd go because my dad is gay, and I realize that gays are people -- just like me! And besides that -- we watch the news almost every night and you have taught me the value of living in a free country. Those people are trying to take away even OUR freedom. They have to be stopped somewhere. I'd like to be part of that."
"You could join the Marines." I said, with a sinking feeling. "That'd be safer than what you're proposing."
"Then I couldn't be with my dad."
"Who says I'm going to - "
"Aren't you?"
"I -- I don't -- um -- Ronny, I just started feeling good about being with Gary. He's already refused Mo. I don't think - "
"I KNOW you want to. Gary -- I'll bet -- will wait."
I folded my arms and turned away. Ronny was reading too much from my expressions! It's not that complicated: I met Gary. We liked each other. We got past the STD thing. We are just now learning more about each other. And -- as far as I can tell -- we both like what we are learning.
"Ronny -- I'm 35 and I'm just -- not -- willing to -- DAMMIT! NO! I deserve to have -- have - "
"Gary?" Said my taunting boy. "And -- you're 36!"
"Him or -- someone!" I pouted.
Geez! I'm 36-years-old - and I POUTED!!
"How can I get hold of Mo?" Asked my grown-up son.
I got out my cell phone, keyed in Mo's number, and started to hand it to Ronny with a sinking feeling. Then I took it back. "I'll talk to him." I said.
"Hello?"
"Mo?"
"Hello, Brian. So nice to hear from you. How have you been?"
"I've been -- well, it's been interesting. I sort of am dating -- you remember Gary Foosdorf?"
"Of course."
"He tells me that you are trying to recruit some people to go to Iran -- to rescue some of your friends."
"Yes. That is true. He told you that?""
"Why didn't you mention it to us -- when you were here?"
"I was going to. It was why I came up there to see you. But then, seeing you with your son -- I know that you would not -- maybe should not."
"Why do you say that?"
"You still have a boy to raise."
"Ron is 18 -- legally, a man. My part is done."
"Your part will never be done." He said. "And -- do you really think that 18 is a man?"
"Mo -- Ronny wants to join you."
"Ronny!??"
"Ronny -- and -- me. We -- both -- want to help you."
There was total silence coming from the phone. "Mo? Mo -- are you there?"
Then a raspy, hoarse voice came onto the phone. "Yes. I had to say a short prayer. I have been praying that I may find two more! I could not in good conscience ask you myself. But maybe Allah has delivered you to me. I can use even more, but I was about to give up. I have 5 -- besides myself -- who have now volunteered. And each of them has done so -- not on my terms -- but on their own. I have the minimum that I need, if you are truly decided that you want to do this."
I looked at Ronny -- no, RON. "Are you sure -- Ron?"
"Yes!" he said.
"When can we meet you for details?"
"I will have a meeting at my home -- in two weeks. This will take strategy. Extreme secrecy. I have complete trust in all those whom have been called. I will contact you with further details. You must do three things."
"What are those things?"
"I will tell you one of them now. And that is to examine your every motive for wanting to do this. If you decide to back out, I will not hold that against you. But in the next two weeks, I want your verified answer."
"Fair enough." I said.
"Oh -- and you could be starting the process to get your passport."
"Will do. See you in two weeks."
"Good bye, my friend."
"What!!??" Cried Gary. "That's insane!"
"I didn't know how I would approach Gary on the subject, but decided the direct approach would be best. Now I'm not so sure." I told Ron. "He was surly and cold the rest of the night."
"Did he -- still -- sleep with you?" Asked Ron.
"Yes. You know what he said?" It was not really a question. "He said he would not beg me, but -- wished I had consulted with him first."
"You've only had 3 dates with him -- right?"
"I know, but -- those 3 dates were accompanied by a lot of heavy stuff -- and a lot of water under the bridge -- in the mean time. Now I wonder -- if maybe I should have broken it to him a little gentler. I'm afraid I kind of -- or maybe he felt at least that -- his masculinity was being attacked."
"Are you -- or -- is he -- going to see you again?"
"Sigh! Yeah. Friday. That will leave 9 days."
"9days until what?" Asked Ronny.
"Until I give Mo my final answer."
I didn't tell Ron -- that -- Mo told me if I decided not to go -- he would not take Ron. I hated keeping that kind of secret from my son! As far as he was concerned, his decision was already made.
Friday night: "No -- I'm not going." Said Gary. "I made that decision long ago. Brian -- I wish I could change your mind but also -- I might not even respect you if you gave in easily. I remember how disappointed you were that I wouldn't budge when I was trying to sort out the STD thing. I can see that you are as determined as I am -- when you make up your mind."
"Okay, now you're just making me feel worse!" I said. "It's easy to argue when someone is belligerent."
"Bri -- I want you here and -- in one piece. But as long as it doesn't take a decade to complete -- I'll wait -- for awhile -- for you. Can you at least tie Mo down to a time table?"
"I'll talk to him." I said. "In the mean time -- does that mean our relationship is on the shelf?"
"Brian, how can you ask that while I am holding you and doing what I am doing to you?"
He was caressing me gently, and teasing my genitals -- and kissing my neck. He pulled back my foreskin from my hardness, and rubbed some of the smegma on his hand, then brought it up to his nose. "Omigod, Bri! I'd wait for you just to smell this again!" His own flexed in my hand, and some thin white liquid ran down my fingers. I tasted them. It was not bad -- not as bad as I imagined. Not as bad as -- my own.
I pulled him close. I looked deeply into his eyes. "Do I get to taste some of the real stuff before I leave?"
"I guess we'll have to play that as it comes. It also depends on how soon you have to leave."
"I was hoping it would be before I leave -- tonight." I said.
"Have you truly never -- sucked a guy -- ever?" he asked -- in an unbelieving tone.
"Never."
"Um -- how about I show you how it's done?" He said, as he gave me a long stroke and pulled the foreskin up and stretched it at the top. I felt the precum fill the void his stretching made. It spilled out when he let it go, but he deftly caught it and offered it to me? "Ever taste your own?"
"Yes." I said, slightly embarrassed. "it's kind of bitter."
"Taste is in the beholder. I sometimes eat my own -- when it's all I can get. But now it's not all I can get. He didn't ask for permission again. He went down and sucked on the bit of fleshy foreskin that he pulled around the end of my hardness.
He moaned his approval.
So did I! I started to massage his ears and scalp. He stopped me. "This I know -- it'll be better if you just lie back and enjoy it."
"But I wanted to - "
"I know, I know. There will be plenty of time for that. This first time, just take it all in -- try to feel every sensation."
He went back to work, stretching, sucking and chewing on my tightened skin he had exposed -- but -- ever so gently -- so lightly it almost made me crazy. Then he worked his tongue into the opening and that sent me into overload. I cried out in a high pitch. He reached up and caressed my titties. Try as I may, I could not hold my arms, legs, feet or hands still.
He suddenly sucked down to the pubes, taking all my 5 1/2" into and down his throat. I felt my head popping out of the released foreskin and pushing past his uvula. Obviously he's done this before. He swallowed hard and cleared his throat both creating a sensation that is unbelievably amazing.
I was wiggling about like a 6-year-old getting tickled. He stopped what he was doing and lay his head on my leg, keeping me deeply buried in his face. He put his hands around me and under my butt, then started to massage and knead it with both hands. I several times was sure I would explode into his mouth, but he knew exactly when to stop, and do something distracting.
He removed his mouth from me, but kept up the stroking with his hand. I breathed deep to keep my control. "It's time for you to just go with it, Bri. Let it happen." So I did.
As soon as I stopped trying to control, he started to bob faster and faster, until -- probably within seconds -- though it seemed like an eternity, I started to feel the familiar feeling building up in my lower abdomen. Then it built up to where I was panting and huffing loudly and I felt my load explode into his mouth. I cried out and he kept sucking and stroking with his hand.
When he was finished, I was physically drained -- as never before. I tried to raise up, but he pushed me back down. "Where you goin', Sport?" He said.
"I gotta -- I gotta -- gotta do you!"
"Not so fast. You can -- later. In fact I insist on it!" He laughed. "For now enjoy the afterglow of your first blow job!"
I thought he would want to cuddle with me, but I didn't want that -- at all. It amazed me that he seemed to know that. He just stayed away at least 6" from me, except he touched my hand. He seemed to know exactly what I needed. No more -- no less. I fell asleep there on my back, and he kissed me awake. I smiled and closed my eyes again.
"Thanks for accepting my gift, Bri." He whispered.
I digested what he said. My eyes popped open. "No! I have to - "
"You will, Bri -- you will!" He crooned. Let's just go to sleep now."
I fell into one of the deepest sleeps I'd experienced up to that moment. I woke up once and seeing this sleeping hunk next to me, gave me some nice dreams the rest of the night.
I woke to look directly into the hunks twinkling eyes. "Hi, Sleepy head. Someone must have given you some sleeping potion!" He said.
"I think that someone was you." I replied. His eyes had an almost dreamy quality to them, as he gave me an almost Mona Lisa smile. "I guess it's your turn." I mused.
"I've always wanted to try something." He said.
"I guess it's your choice this morning -- after what you did to me last night, I couldn't refuse you anything!"
"Oh! Well, that changes everything!" He said.
"Huh?" I said.
"Don't go to Iran." He pleaded -- with his voice, his eyes and even his body language. "Brian, I'm 30 years old and - "
" - and I'm 36!" I reminded him.
" - and I have never felt like I was in love -- before."
"That's not fair, Gary. This is already decided. It's something I need to do -- with my son."
"Brian -- you're not going on an overnighter to Yosemite!" He wasn't saying it in anger, but more in frustrated desperation. After my prolonged silence, he said, "You're right. I shouldn't use sex as a weapon. But -- Bri -- I really am afraid -- for you -- for your son. Brian, what if you lose Ronny? Am I going to be left with half a man?"
I had to admit -- though not to him -- he was right about that. I would ever wonder -- could I have done anything to stop my son from doing this?
And -- if I am not mistaken -- Brian had just told me he feels in love with me. He doesn't have as much at stake as I do. Do I feel as attached to him as I do to Ronny?
Well, right now, I am all that Gary has. I can't say that. I can't say that I love Gary more than my son. It seems not fair -- to him. And I have to wonder if he can begin to understand how I feel.
Gary was watching my face as these things passed quickly through my head. "Brian, please forget I said anything. I know how important this is to you. It wasn't fair to hit you below the belt like that."
"I'm sorry too, Gary. And truly -- I don't believe you do actually know how important this is to me. I don't want you to -- worry about -- well, of course that's stupid! Of course you're gonna worry. I don't know the answer. Maybe -- maybe -- we should - "
"If you say take a break -- or anything like it -- I'll break your nose!" He said. "I'll know that you only let me give you pleasure last night and want to get out of reciprocating! That's pretty low!"
"Oh! Gary! No!" I said. "Gary, a few moments ago you said that you shouldn't be using sex as a weapon. But you said something else that -- that I have to ask you about. Were you telling me that you think you're in love with me?"
"I've -- just -- never felt like this -- with anyone else, Brian. That's all I am saying. Is it love? Is it just an attachment? I've been with more guys than I want to admit -- and I -- and whoever I end up with -- will have to live with the consequences of that. And you have chosen to give me a chance. How can I not love you?" He said.
"You said earlier that you always wanted to try something." I reminded him.
"Oh -- that was just silly."
"It may be silly, but -- if you always wanted to try it -- then you must not have tried it before. You're my first everything. I'd like to be your first something!"
"I've never tried docking. It' sounds like it would be hot!" His cute grin was trying to make its way around the sides of his mouth.
"Ground control to Major Tom," I sang, "What's docking?"
He laughed and said, "It's something that can only be done with someone who has extra skin -- usually uncut. But you have lots of extra skin, so -- it might be really nice with you."
"Well, I'm definitely not uncut. But it's pretty neatly cut."
"Neat, yes. I really did think you were uncut -- at first. I couldn't help noticing a lot of extra skin in my mouth last night. "
"Ew! You make it sound like raw chicken skin!" I said.
"No -- extra foreskin! It was nice. I like it when a guy isn't so tight that I'm afraid his skin's going to rip."
"Oh -- okay." I said, totally bewildered, but wanting to do SOMETHING to please him. "What do I have to do?"
He grabbed my soft meat. "Well first we have to get some blood into these!" As mine started to fill immediately, I came up under his balls and his seemed to jump to life. In very short time, we were both men of steel.
"Now," He said. "You go like this:"
He slid my foreskin down, stretching it wonderfully. Then he aligned his glans up to mine and actually covered the head of his dick with my foreskin. It surprised me. I didn't think I had that much.
"Oh! Is THAT what's that called!" I said. Let me!"
"You -- you've done this before?" He asked.
"No -- but I've thought about it! I just didn't know what it was called. Makes sense. And -- I didn't think I had enough."
I then stretched my skin as far up onto his as I could. It hurt a little bit, but better covered both of us while we were hard. Then I started to stroke both of us. "Your turn to lay back and enjoy!" I said.
It was pretty awkward, but I was able to straddle him, keep us "docked" -- which meant both of us sticking straight out -- and stroking us both while also kissing him -- and not giving in to the natural urge to thrust. It took more concentration for me than I could believe. I wondered if Ronny would someday have some special way to use what I had saved for him! Concentration was difficult because I so felt such intense sensation, but I needed to do this for Gary.
I was concentrating intensely, which may have prevented some with less skin, from working up a head of steam, except that loose foreskin is extremely sensitive inside the skin, so I was keeping pace with him. His eyes were closed and he was grimacing a bit -- not from pain, but to keep it together, as I would guess he had to use some amount of control too.
I felt him start to squirm and at the same time felt something deep inside start to pulse. He was kissing me fiercely and I was also responding to that. Then I heard him start to moan"
"It's coming Bri -- it's coming!"
"I know -- I know!" I said, as my own started making its way up through it's tract. He started to scream -- obviously not in pain! I was still deep in concentration as my own orgasm started to burst out of me.
Between the two of us, our volume was more than I could hold. In stroking us, I was holding on to the leading edge of my foreskin, so our intermingled juices was blowing it up like a balloon, then like a dam bursting, it came flooding out and all over and in his pubes. He was still hollering and now that docking was broken, he was bucking around like a wild steed, as I continued to stroke him.
Suddenly, he knocked my hand free and almost bucked me off his bed (he slept in a super twin!)
"Oh God Oh God Oh God Oh God OMIGAWD!" He cried, then started to whimper.
His hands went to his cheeks and he was breathing wildly. As his breathing slowed, he looked at me with a pained -- no -- satisfied -- half smile -- all he could generate under the circumstances.
When his breath and pulse were nearing normal, he finally said something. "Was it good for you?" Was all he asked, his eyes closed.
"Was it good for me?" I parroted back to him. "Gary, I had no idea I could ever have power to do something like that for another person. And to give pleasure like that to someone I love makes it all the better. Um -- was that a lot more than you usually experience?"
"I always have intense orgasms," He said, "But that was one of the better ones. I heard what you just said, too, and I think that made it -- better."
"You mean -- the love thing?" I said.
"Yes. But I have to tell to you -- from too much experience -- when you're having an orgasm -- it always feels like love, Brian. But the feeling that I have now is what I would call love."
"I know." I said quietly. I didn't tell him what was going through my head while I was going off: "I'll do anything this man wants!"
At 36 years of age, I learned a powerful lesson: Sex is a powerful drug! Satisfying this man -- whom I cannot deny that I love -- was the single most exciting -- and personally satisfying -- thing that's ever happened to me.
"Counterfeit?" Said Ronny.
"Yup! Sex with someone that you don't truly love is counterfeit love. And the feeling of love goes away -- as soon as the sexual high subsides."
"So -- you don't love him?"
"Yes, I DO love him. And that multiplied and elevated the act to an unbelievable height."
"But -- if he's your first -- and only experience, how can you know -- this?"
"Because I know and trust Gary -- Know and trust -- and LOVE him. And he has been with -- many other guys. He is the one who told me that it is true. I've read it plenty of times, but a little experience is worth more than anything you can read!" Then I added, "Ronny -- don't ever let anyone talk you into cutting yourself!"
"What?"
"I have read that it's all the rage in northern Europe -- for young adult men, many of whom were not circumcised, to get themselves cut later in life -- because it all of a sudden exposes the head of their penis -- which you know is super sensitive -- to make it even more sensitive. That works for a very short time before it starts to lose sensation -- which can never be retrieved."
""Yeah -- okay, Dad. I promise you, that's not gonna happen." He closed that subject.
"Um - Tonight's the night!" Said my boy, excitedly.
"Yep! Tonight we meet the rest of our team. And by the way -- Gary said he will wait for me."
"Oh? Was there any doubt about that?"
"There was at first. He used every weapon in his arsenal to try to dissuade me from going. But he`s waiting for me - - for US! He's going to stay up here and take care of the animals while we're gone, too."
"I wish he could ride Hero!" Said Ronny. "He needs to be ridden."
"Alexandra can ride him. And Gary has promised to ride Trigger."
"Dad?"
"Yes?"
"Are you getting kind of scared?"
"Are you?" I said.
"A little."
"Are you having second thoughts? I mean - " I was feeling a little ashamed that -- I was almost hoping he was!
"Not even close." Ronny studied my face, then said, "Dad -- you don't have to do it. Take your shot with Gary! I just need to do this -- BEFORE I get involved with another girl!"
"Ron -- can I ask you something?" He gave me the look. "Well, I just wonder if -- maybe -- you are doing this because of Chanelle. Because you are -- upset about your breakup and - "
"No Dad! I admit that it still makes me feel bad, but - - no! I'd have done it anyway. And I would hope -- if we were still going together -- she would've waited for me."
"That's how I feel with Gary. And he's told me that he'll wait."
"Dad -- now it's my turn. Dad -- if something happens to you because you were trying to prove something to me -- or - "
"Nope! Don't even think it. I've made up my mind. If you weren't even a consideration, I'd have gone anyway."
Which was true. If anything, I would have stayed home if my son was the one waiting for me. I didn't say that!
"Now, you must all do your part -- exactly as instructed." Said Mo. "Some of these boys use meth -- and that's another issue -- but it's not worth them dying about. But because of that, they may put up a fight -- which is why we need all of you."
Mo's strategy was simple -- which is always the best. "I am still well connected in Persia. It is to my credit that I got out before it could be openly known of my sexual orientation. There are many young men -- like myself -- who prefer the company of men. But today it is not as easy to practice what they want -- as it was when I was their age. And being young -- they, like all young people," Mo looked directly at and into the eyes of my son when he said this, "they think that they will live forever. So they do foolish things."
I knew what he was getting at, so I asked him to expand on that.
Again concentrating on Ronny -- because he is the youngest in our group - (the next oldest is 26) Mo said, "You must NOT take chances! You may feel high on the excitement and danger of the situation, but we must act as a team. Putting yourself in danger may seem heroic to you, but it puts us all in danger."
"What is it we are going to do?" asked 30-year-old Haffi.
"We are going to abduct them -- one -- or two at a time. It is not unseemly -- in the streets of Tehran - to see an abduction in broad daylight. The children are getting bold -- to bold for their own good. Too often you may see two boys -- young men -- walking down the street being much too affectionate. If someone -- in a black limousine -- pulls next to them and five men in head-to-toe Muslim garb hop out of the car and drag them quickly into the car -- and the car leaves the scene, and if a policeman or guard is nearby, he will look the other direction. Because he would not know that it may be on the word of some high official that this is happening."
"We're kidnapping them?" Said Ronny, in amazement.
"Yes, Ron, and they probably won't like it -- even after they find out that we are trying to save them. That's why we need a minimum of five -- to get them into the car and -- to hold them when they are there. Many of these boys may have already started their commando training -- as required for young man who are not well connected -- for those well connected seem to get excused -- and may know some self defense. Their training will not be enough for two or three assailants -- as we will be presenting them with -- but some may not go down easily."
Mo let that set for a moment, as most of us mulled aloud about it: "Kidnapping!" "Abduction!" A couple said it with amazement, and two with relish.
"But we MUST work as a team! I know that Allah -- God -- will be with us when we work as a team and when we keep it about the rescued and not the rescuers. No heroics will be tolerated." He looked directly at the two who seemed to relish it the most when he said this, then he smiled slightly and looked at my son.
"When we work as a team, we will be successful." Said Mo. "Are you all still in?"
I looked at the four other faces. Three of us looked grave, but two still looked excited, almost licking their lips.
"This is it, Dad." Said Ronny. "I wish you were going with us, Gary!" We were having a barbecue at our place, and Gary came up to spend our last weekend together.
We had spent the afternoon horseback riding with Ronny and Alexandra, the two of them entertaining us with shows of racing and wild antics on their high spirited horses. Hero and Satan were equally, if not more competitive as their riders. After delivering Alexandra back home, we three retired to the hot tub to relax. Gary was having trouble keeping his eyes of the magnificence of my boy's uncut masterpiece.
Caught too many times staring, Gary grinned, said, "I'm sorry, Ron, but that is just too beautiful to ignore!"
Ron grinned. "I'm glad you like it. Thank my dad! It would be slashed if not for his insistence." When we were talking about it, it didn't exactly get erect, but Ron's pride caused it to fill to its soft, 6 ½" potential. Ron stood, in all his magnificence and said, "Well, I'm going to go see about getting some salad going. You boys behave yourself in here."
He stepped out and threw back at us as he was going in the house, "Or not!" and laughed.
Our spa is in a gazebo, which shields those inside from prying eyes. On five acres, that's not much of a problem, but we also didn't have to be concerned that Ronny might see something he wished he hadn't.
"Amazing boy you have there, Bri."
"I know. I don't hide my pride in him." I said. "I wish I had his dick!" I laughed.
"Your's is still pretty amazing. Thank God the doctor left so much of yours intact."
"Yeah, I guess."
"Well, look at it -- compared to mine!" Said Gary.
"Yeah, it looks pretty sad next to your's doesn't it?" I said, reaching out and petting his. It responded immediately. "I like white and pink!" I said, and impulsively bent down and kissed the head.
We stood and hugged, and he grabbed mine -- and his -- and put the heads together, again covering his head with my extra foreskin. He stroked a few and started to breath deep. I pulled away and dropped down and took the rest in my mouth -- the first time for me. Gary moaned and grabbed my head and thrust his pink and white wetness in as far as it would go. I choked and he with drew it, apologizing.
"No -- I want it!" I said, and I grabbed his butt and pulled him all the way into my throat, gagging a little but suppressing it. Then I started to bob full strokes until he again began thrusting with all he had. He could not yell, as he had done at his place a few weeks ago. This was our first time since then to do this again.
He exploded and I could tell he was sobbing as he pumped my mouth and throat with his spunk. I noticed momentarily that it tasted acrid -- but soon was swallowing it as fast as I could. When we were finished, I said, "Are you okay, Gary?"
"Oh -- yeah!" he said hoarsely. "I couldn't yell here with Ronny so close. But my emotions were intense -- so I did the next best thing. It was great! I'll owe you one!"
"I didn't know were keeping score!" I said. "Do you think I somehow got less enjoyment out of that that you?"
We both grinned widely and grabbed each other in a deep, sweet, long full body hug and kiss. I watched in amazement as he deflated like a balloon with the end untied. He looked at mine. "What're we gonna do with THAT?" He said, indicating my turgid, still throbbing meat.
"It'll subside. Let's get into the house." I said, grabbing a towel and handing him the other.
We had a door cut out of our lower bathroom to use as the portal to the spa. Our clothes were in there, and so we got quickly dressed and went upstairs, where Ronny was already barbecuing our steaks.
"This is it, Dad." Said Ronny. "I wish you were going with us, Gary!" I was brought back from my reverie.
"I'll be thinking of you -- both -- all the time you are gone!" Said Gary.
"Oh -- by the way," said Ronny, "I hate to eat and run, but I made plans to stay at Kevin's tonight. We're double dating to the ice arena -- to make fools of ourselves in front or our dates. Then I'm staying at his house. His parents are gone, and he has some videos he wants to show me."
"Porn?" Asked Gary, grinning.
"I dunno - maybe. I've never seen any. He's kinda religious though, so -- I'll have to wait and see. I'm sorry to leave you on our last night together, Gary. Oh! We'll be having dessert with the girls too, so you guys will have to have dessert without me!" My son, the little rat, then gave us a knowing grin!
Notes: Well, it's their last night together before -- whatever comes next. I think we'll wait until next week to see how they did their farewell. Thanks again for reading and any comments are welcome -- to Steve at stevethomas535@hotmail.com. Thanks and ... love, Steve