Date: Sun, 4 Nov 2012 06:42:43 -0500 (EST)
From: frizcotree@aol.com
Subject: The other direction

This story needed to be written because it was in my mind for a very long
time. Keep in mind though that English is not my native language.  If
you've got suggestions or comment on my story I would love to hear them.

My email address is frizcotree@aol.com. Enjoy

			    The Other Direction

When I laid my eyes on my son for the first time I knew I would dedicate my
whole life to protect him. The most precious thing in my life would become
only more and more precious. Little did I know what the future had in store
for me and how difficult my task as a good and responsible father would
become.

My son's name is Tom, we didn't fancy the modern and the foreign names, so
we made a well balanced decision to give him a name that would be simple to
pronounce for his future brothers and sisters. Yes, my wife and I had
planned for a lot of children, but a few months after Tom was born my wife
died in an accident. I was devastated and for a few months I was a wreck. I
managed to take care of my one and only son, I learned the ropes how to
change a dipper, learned the difference between a cry of panic, fear or
attention. I learned a lot of things from Tom and he wasn't even aware of
it. Fortunately he also wasn't aware of the moments in my life that I'm not
proud of. There was even a time I couldn't see any way out. One night I
fantasized my life would be over and someone else would take care of my
son. But every time that thought went through my head I remembered the
birth of him and my vow to protect him. Often did I ask myself how a little
child can have so much influence over a grownup.  Another lesson I learned,
children just do.

But I managed to get better and my son grew up quickly, too quickly for my
saying. But then again, don't they always. But this is not a story about
how I raised him to be a good person like his mother, nor is it a story
about how a single dad can raise a boy on his own. This is a story how an
truthful an honest promise could turn my own world upside down.

Tom was a fine boy, clever, handsomely taking after his mother. But he also
grew up to be a guy with his own opinion. That's a lesson I always tried to
bring up when I told him bedtime stories. When he hit puberty and his young
and high-pitched voice left him, I noticed that he was growing up
fast. Because he developed his own interests, I felt I couldn't help him
like I used to do. The period of asking dad, just because he knows all the
answers, was over.  Tom became a young guy who wanted to try things, get
some experience and was eager to learn from al the success and mistakes he
made. He made it very clear that he appreciated the things I had done for
him, but that I had to let him make some experiences on his own.

When he spoke to me like that, it was almost as if I heard my wife
speaking. Every time I spoke to Tom about important issues that always
seemed not so important after our talk, he reminded me of her way of doing
things, her way of learning, never afraid to try something new, always with
a clear mind and well prepared. But the adventure I saw in her eyes when
she spoke was the same when I looked into my son's eyes when he explained
he wanted to travel around the world.

I ask of you, what father in his right mind doesn't search for ways to keep
his son close. I tried everything. But of course his mind was made up. He
wanted to travel and see other cities and countries . I talked about an
education, how well he did in school and how every teacher urged him to go
to the university. I even got mad one evening and grounded him for a few
days. He silently accepted my unreasonable request and went upstairs. I
immediately felt guilty about it, but I decided not to respond to my own
guild. I was hoping me grounding him would still have an effect on him.

The next day he came down the stairs and asked if he could talk to me. I
was hoping he would have come to his senses, but instead he asked me if I
was willing to talk with Wesley.  Wesley was a friend on Tom. He came
around the house sometimes, but he never spoke much. At least not to
me. When he was with Tom I heard him talking all the time. When I asked him
a question he politely gave me an answer, but he was always trying to find
a way to end my little inquiry. I didn't like the boy, he changed his name
all by himself. His real name is Niles or something but apparently that
name wasn't good enough for him. He wanted a name that was more suitable
for him and he changed it to Wesley. I would be furious if Tom would change
his name into something else. A name must been given, not taken.  I don't
even care how he calls himself, but I think he doesn't like it when I call
him by this real name. He looks at me with his clear blue eyes as if he is
telling me to grow up. Guess I'm telling him the same thing.

So when my son asked me if I wanted to talk to this guy I couldn't think of
any reason why a conversation between Wesley and I would make any
difference. When I asked Tom for a reason he said that he wanted me to hear
the same things his friend had said to him.

"Did Wesley in any way cohered you into talking to me? I bet he did. I knew
he was up to no good. Setting up my own son against me"

That was by far the most unfair thing I ever said to Tom, all of my words
were assumptions and were all said into breaking the bond that had grown
between the two guys. It didn't work of cause but I really didn't know what
to do either. Attacking Wesley seemed to be my only way of dealing with
this difficult situation.  I saw the disappointment in Tom's eyes.  But I
was on a rampage.

"I forbid you to ever see or speak that Niles again." That was no mistake,
I used Wesleys's old name on purpose. It backfired at me obviously.

"Where is the respect you told me of? " Tom asked me. His voice was
firm. "You always told me to look at a situation in different
perspectives. Gathering information to make the best possible decision. Did
you gave me lessons you can't seem to practice yourself?"

I was furious and afraid at the same time about the way Tom spoke to me,
but of course he was right. If I wouldn't speak to Wesley it would only
make thing worse. A long silence occurred where it was obvious that I had
to think about his words. I made up my mind in favor of the conversation
between me, Tom and Wesley.

"I think it would be better if you talk to Wesley alone" Tom said.

 Again I was surprised. Why the hell would I want to talk to Wesley alone?
Before I could respond Tom walked away to the phone to call Wesley and
arranged an appointment for tomorrow evening. When he laid down his phone
he looked at me.

"Thanks for agreeing to this" he said in a calm voice. "You don't know how
much this means to me. If your opinion doesn't change after your chat with
Wesley I promise that I change my plans and go to university."

And while speaking those words I heard Tom close his bedroom door. Did I
heard this right? One chat with Wesley and he changes his plans to travel?
This would be the easiest thing to do. I even was looking forward to this
conversation with Wesley. I still found it strange that Tom wouldn't
attend, but then again it would be the perfect opportunity to say some
words to Tom's so called friend. I was prepared to speak my mind and
nothing, not one silent friend of my son's would prevent me from doing so.

The next evening Tom went out, as planned. He reminded me that Wesley would
arrive around 8 pm. When he was grabbing his jacket and I asked him where
he was going to he smiled said I shouldn't be worried about him.

"Why don't you concentrate on the discussion you are about to have this
evening dad." He said

I walked towards Tom patted him on his shoulder and told him not to get his
hopes to high up. An evening like this couldn't change much, or so I was to
believe. When Tom went outside I couldn't help myself from walking to the
door. An other friend from school, Emily was waiting for him in her
car. She waved at me when she saw me standing at the porch . I waved back
though I couldn't tell if she had seen me waving. She opened the door from
the inside for Tom, he threw a small bag into her car. That was something I
didn't see before. Suddenly I became worried again. Where could the bag be
for? What was in it? My thought were still trying to make sense of things
when I saw the car driving away. Tom would always tell me if he would stay
at someone else's.

I decided to trust him and not to worry about it any more. He's a grownup
now and recon he's responsible for his own choices.  I turned around to get
back into my house when I saw him driving down the street.  Wesley.. On a
motorcycle.. Figures... I looked at my watch, it was half past 7. There was
a moment I even though he was just driving by, but that thought seemed to
be misinterpreted. He pulled up on my driveway and parked his motorcycle
right behind my own car. He got of the bike and pulled his helmet of his
head. He looked at me with fierce eyes and greeted me as if we were best
friends.

"Hello Mr. Brooks, how are you this evening?"

What nerves did that boy have. Showing up almost 2 hours early, driving up
my driveway, parking without asking if it's alright, being friendly to me
when I.. when I wanted to be blunt and direct.

"You are way too early, I thought you would arrive around 8"

In a swift move he put his helmet to rest at the motorcycle, opened his
leather jacket and walked up to me. His jeans were worn but at least it
didn't have any holes in it. When he stood in front of me his hand reach
for mine. Without thinking I took his hand and shook it.

"We've got a lot to talk about so I thought we get an early start"

While his right hand was still firmly shaking my hand he hit me a few times
on my shoulder with his free hand. I was stunned. This was the same boy
that always was silent and to himself? Wesley walked by me and entered my
home. I had no choice but to follow him into my own house. I closed the
front door and decided that I wanted to take control of this situation. I
was determent that I would not let this boy get the better of me. He was a
guest and I expected him to act like it.

"Let me be frank with you Wesley, I just w.."

"Why don't you be a good host and pour me something to drink"

"What? Something to drink? I was., no., I"

"You know what, why don't I get you something to drink. I know my way
around in this kitchen"

What was happening here? In one minute this boy had spoken more words then
in all the years I met him. I was even considering if this indeed was the
same boy I thought my son was friends with. Without asking me what I wanted
to have he took a can of beer out of the fridge and handed the can to me.

"I believe this is the way you like it." Wesley said

Lucky guess, I indeed was in the mood for a beer, but I would never have
taken one myself. Since this wasn't going to be a regular evening I would
have take a soda or even some water. But a beer is better. Ok, this show
had to be ended I knew the right way to do that.

"Wesley, please sit down. I believe we have something to discus ."

"I believe we do Mr. Brooks"

And for the first time I had the feeling things were going my way. Wesley
took of his leather jacket and threw it over one of the chairs. He was
about to take one of the seats in the living room and I was about to give
him the first degree about how he was involved in my sons pans to
travel. Of all the chairs and possibilities to sit down, Wesley sat down in
my favorite chair. But this time I decided to be determent, I wanted my own
seat.

"Could you please sit down somewhere else, I believe that's my seat"

"Oh is it now?" Wesley replied.

"Yes, it's the chair that I always sit it."

"I know, I've seen you many times sitting here. I was curious why, and now
I know. I love this seat."

My tactics weren't working so I tried something else

"Listen now, I want to sit in that chair, so pick another chair, any chair,
but that's mine"

I didn't like the sound of my own voice. It almost seemed as if it wasn't
my voice at all. But in a way it had some effect on Wesley because he got
up from the chair and picked one close by to sit down in.

"As you see I'm easy to work with" Wesley smiled "But we are not here
because what you want are we, we are here what Tom wants"

I sat down in my chair, It should have felt good to win the battle of who
get to sit where, but it didn't. I just sat down and let this boy take the
lead in our conversation. Before I could decide where to go for from here
Wesley asked me a question.

"Do you love your son?"

"Why, of course I do. What kind of question is that?"

"It's an important question sir. I won't beat around the bush. You are way
to protective when it come to your son."

"And who are you to tell me so? I decide for myself what's good for my son
and what's not. And I certainly don't need a boy like you to tell me how to
educate my son"

"I rest my case" Wesley smiled "I understand your reaction but have no
desire to educate you in how to raise a child. I would like to educate in
something else though."

"You would like to educate me? That's a laugh. Listen boy, I admire your
spirit, but there is no way that you can educate me in anything. I'm 42 and
you are. you're not even half my age."

 I wondered if I was right about my assumption. How old was Wesley? I never
asked him his age, but his age couldn't be much different from Tom. But
then I realized that it was not important how old this boy was, it was
important to show him I'm Tom's father and I know best.

"I don't mean to be disrespectful sir, but I think there is a lot you can
learn from a guy like me."

I stayed silent, I was wondering what was going on in his head. It almost
felt as if the room filled itself with tension. What was the story about
this boy, why was he aggravating me? I felt my blood pumping trough my
veins. I haven't felt quite some time like this. I saw him studying my
behavior and then he continued.

"I could teach you to live your life the way you want to, I could show you
ways to enjoy life again. You are a dedicated man, everyone can see that.
You did a great job raising Tom. Have you ever noticed how much friend he
has? He has a lot, I can tell you that. You taught him to be as open minded
as possible, to make his own way, even if others would say he can't"

Wesley stopped for a moment. He was looking at me, something changed in his
face, the way he looked. The he continued.

"You did a great job raising him. He is respected by his friend and even by
people that don't know him very well. Tom is a great guy and he will never
let anyone down. When he makes a promise he makes sure to keep it."

Strange, I noticed that I was flattered by the words that Wesley spoke. I
did raised him well and never did I stopped loving him. It was nice to hear
that I did a good job, even from a guy like Wesley.

"Thank you, that's nice of you to say"

"That's an understatement and we both know it. You are thrilled to hear me
say those things about your son. And I am prepared to say them again, but
I'm not here to put my friend on a pedestal."

"Then why are you here?"

Again silence, but this was different. Wesley looked at me, shook his head
a little and then got up from his chair.

"I'm here to help you sir. I'm here to help you see clearly"

He walked towards me.  I didn't understand what he was doing. For a small
moment it crossed my mind that he might be here to mug me. But that thought
was as stupid as this situation I got myself into. Wesley stood in front of
me. Something urged me to get up out of the chair but his hand pushed me
back into my chair. Strange thing, to see a boy staring at you while
standing in front of you. Me sitting down looking up. I was about to feel
uncomfortable when he kneeled in front of me. That position was as awkward
as the position a few seconds before, but at least we were at the same
level again. I looked at him with a question ready to leave my lips when I
felt a warm glow on my upper legs. When I looked at my legs I noticed
Wesley had laid his hands at rest on my legs. I could feel the warmth of
his hand glowing thru my pants to my skin. It felt like his hands were on
my bare skin. My eyes were aiming for his eyes. I had forgotten the
question that a few seconds earlier was so vivid in my mind.

I couldn't speak, I could not understand what was happening. I sat there
stunned by this situation. There was only one thing that I could say.

"I'm married"

As I heard my own words leave my mouth I instantly felt ashamed that I
spoke those words out loud.

"No, you are not Sir."

Of course I wasn't married anymore, but it still felt like I was married. I
remember my wife so well, her soft skin her warmth, when she was present in
a room one could not other then love her for being in it. But still, I
decided that I was still married. Wesley looked me straight in the eyes.

"You are not" he repeated

As if he had read my mind. I was puzzled and all of a sudden I felt the
urge to remove his hands from my legs. When I shoved his hands back his own
body I noticed the coldness that immediately set in the moment his hands
were gone.  "Let me teach you something" Wesley said. I promise I have the
best interest in you."  How had this conversation turned into this absurd
situation? I thought he was here to talk about Tom.

"Why are you here?" I asked

He didn't give me an answer, instead Wesley rested his arms on the chair
and moved his head closer to mine. I froze, my mind understood what was
going on, but I couldn't move a muscle. The next moment I felt Wesleys lips
pressing firmly against my own. He kissed me, right there in my own
chair. As his lips touched mine I noticed the warmth again. The warmth from
his lips. I didn't kiss back, it was a one way kiss. My eyes were still
open to see that his were closed. The sound of kissing came to my notice,
kissing lips make sounds. Why didn't I noticed that before? Of did I? I
recognized the sound of kissing, it wasn't new or something. It was
familiar. This kiss was familiar. I closed my eyes. The warm lips touch
mine overwhelmed me. It was a nice feeling, it was.. Without thinking I
kissed back. I opened my mouth a little so our lips could play al
little. The softness was so great that my hand wanted to touch the face I
was kissing. But instead of a soft cheek I felt the light beard of my sons
friend. I opened my eyes and found myself kissing with Wesley.

I stopped abruptly, a bit surprised. I pulled back my head a little.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me" I said

"I am not" Wesley replied

I moved myself out of the chair, forcing Wesley to back up. I walked toward
the kitchen to take something to drink though my can of beer was still
standing of the side-table. I felt lightheaded. I just had one beer,
nothing more. This couldn't be the beer talking could it? I decided to have
some water. Didn't bothered to take a glass out of the cupboard. While
drinking I decided to use the running water to also refresh my head. I
turned off the tab and I looked sideways thru the kitchen opening to
Wesley, still sitting on his knees in front of my chair. He almost seemed
like a puppy al of a sudden. I tried to gather my thoughts.

"Maybe it's better that we talk some other time, I think I'm not feeling so
well." I said Wesley shook his head lightly and looked almost disappointed.

"Man, you are a tough one to crack.."

I couldn't decide if I was suppose to hear his remark, but I did. I heard
Wesley get up from the floor. He walked over to me in the kitchen although
I didn't hear any footsteps. When he entered the kitchen I noticed why. He
was wearing sneakers and therefore could move around in complete silence. I
was thinking about the times he visited our house. He must have been over
more than a hundred times, although I couldn't remember his first visit.

"Say, how long are you and Tom friends?"

"We became friends the moment we went to school. First grade."

"I can't remember that. You ever been to this house around that time? I
really though you guys met a few years ago."

"Mr. Brooks, I've been coming to this house since the age of 6. My mother
brought me several times until we were able to visit our house without her
participation."

"Did I ever bring Tom to your house then?"

"No, you never did, but that's alright. We became friends anyway."

Before I could say that I was sorry, Wesley continued

"There were other things on your mind, you were trying to survive although
everybody in the neighborhood though you were taking way too long to get
over your wife's death."

"She was beautiful, and kind. Also very wise, learned a lot from her while
we were together."

Again a silence, this time it seemed we both needed it. A minute pasts when
I see Wesley moving close. I try not to think about his warm lips or
hands. I try to think about my wife, I try to thing about her eyes, her
face, her scent. But instead I see Wesley's face. I didn't noticed it
before, but he has a scent too. It's no perfume of any kind but still it
reminds me of something. Wesley raises his hand an lays it on my shoulder.

"Mr Brooks, you have always devoted yourself raising your son but maybe you
forgot yourself along the way. Isn't this the perfect time to start?"

"I have a life of myself and I."

I couldn't finish my sentence because the hand on my shoulder moved to the
back of my head, pushing my head towards the lips I had touched a few
minutes ago. I was standing with my back against the sink so there was no
way I could backup a little. On top of that Wesley pressed his body against
mine so there was no escape this time. This time his kiss is different, I
could feel the tip of his tongue playfully exploring the opening around my
lips. I felt guilty not to close my mouth automatically. Instead I just let
this happen. I felt his body pressing against my own. Although we were both
wearing shirts I could feel his warm skin as if there was no fabric between
the two of us.

Wesley pulled back his head for a moment and placed his two hands behind my
head.

"Now Mr Brooks, are you ready to start living your life if you like the
taste of it?"

It sounded like an invitation but I had no idea how to proceed. All of a
sudden Wesley moved his body away from mine. With a strange smile he walked
back to the chair where I left my beer. He took the can to his mouth and
drank from it. He walked back to me and gave me the half empty can of beer.

"I'm going to refresh myself, if you don't mind"

This was weird, it almost felt as if I was the stranger in this house. And
Wesley was the host. I was really confused. Why on earth would he go
refresh himself. And what did that even mean? I looked at my can of
beer. The kiss from before had made me thirsty. I took a zip from the
beer. It still felt cold in my hands, a few drops of water ran down the can
to finally touch my hand. Then I heard the shower. My previous question was
answered instantly. Refreshing meant he was going to take a shower. I
decided to drank the whole can in one go. I put the can on the kitchen
table and walked toward the bathroom. The door was left half open. With no
shame or question I saw Wesley remove his underpants. Al l his other
clothes were already on the floor. I watched him step into the shower. His
clothes were on disorderly pile. One of his shoes had landed somewhat away
from the pile of clothes. The other shoe must have been hidden under his
shirt and pants. His underpants was laying on top of the pile of
clothes. Somehow the underpants got my attention. They seemed familiar. As
he was taking a shower, I reckoned he wouldn't hear me entering the
bathroom. I picked up the underpants. All of a sudden I understood why they
looked familiar. I recognized these underpants.. They were mine!  Why would
a friend of Tom wear my underpants? And how did he get his hands on them? I
looked at the silhouette of Wesley. The matt glass only gave away his
contour. What was this boy up to? I decided to take control of the
situation again. I walked toward the shower and opened the shower cabin.

"What are you doing with these?"

I held my underpants in front of him. He turned his head and was startled
the way I asked him this question. I tried to focus on his face, but I saw
some foam sliding slowly down his back. Still I managed to keep my focus. I
wanted to know what game he was playing.

"Keep your cool Mr. Brooks, I can explain."

"You better can, you somehow took my underpants away from me without me
knowing."

"Well, would you rather have me asked for it, would you have given it to
me?"

"Why the hell would I?"

"Then there is your answer, I had to take them because you were not about
to give them away"

I was furious. I was angry with this boy who somehow invaded my home,
didn't seem to have any manners or respect for other people property. He
stole from me, no matter how silly the object. I threw the briefs into the
cabin. They instantly got wet from the shower. He looked at me with his
blue eyes. I turned around and as I walked out of the bathroom I shouted
for the first time since long.

"Finish your shower and get out of my house!"

I walked towards the living room. I didn't care anymore about all the
questions I had. I didn't have to know why this boy kissed me, I just
wanted him gone. I walked towards my chair and sat down.  Then I saw his
leather jacket. He had thrown it into one of the chairs. It was a fine
jacket, smooth leather. When I took it from the chair a paper fell down on
the ground. All of a sudden I heard his voice again, close by.

"I think that's mine Sir."

I hadn't noticed that the water stopped running and obviously he had used
one of the towels to dry himself off. He was wearing that same towel around
his waist. He bended over to the paper on the ground and took it off the
floor. Then he reached out his hand for me to place his jacket into. When I
did he carefully returned his piece of paper into one of the smaller
pockets.

"I can understand that you are mad at me, but please give me a chance to
explain."

He stood there in front of me, the wet towel around his waist, head
slightly bended as if he felt guilty about something. My anger wasn't gone,
but in some way I was distracted from my anger. This was the first time
this evening he wasn't in control. He looked down to his jacket as if there
was an answer he was expecting to find. It gave me a chance to give him a
quick look. His black was still wet. He must have quickly used the towel to
dry them off.  He seemed like a guy who's into sports. He was well build,
his body was nice but not overly trained. I decided to give him a few
seconds to explain himself.

"Sit down and start talking"

He obeyed my request, sat down on the couch and started telling me about
the time he came over to my house to play with Tom. As he described some
situations I remembered that this boy had visit our house way more often
than I thought. He told me about his friendship with Tom and how fond he
was of him. They practically grew up together, but somehow I didn't pay
much attention to the friends of my son. I was a bit surprised that he knew
so much about Tom, about me, about my situation. He told me that he and Tom
trusted each other with their lives. And he even told me how he felt in
love with my son.

One thought slipped through my mind. Could Tom be gay? Could this be Tom's
boyfriend. The reminder of the kissed just a few moments ago suddenly
became something different. Wesley reacted to my silence and put me at
ease.

"No worries Mr. Brook. Even though I told Tom I was falling in love with
him, Tom told me that he was straight and that he loved our friendship but
that a friendship was all there ever could be between us. It wasn't easy
for me to tell him about my feelings, but the way Tom reacted and the way
he respected me for my courage made my friendship with him even stronger."

I was surprised to hear these words. Someone has fallen in love with my
son. That is always nice to hear. But I couldn't image that the person that
had fallen in love with Tom and got nothing out of it also decided to tell
this story to his dad. That is called courage also.

"Not long after that I realized something." Wesley continued.

"Every time I came over to your house I couldn't help noticing your
relationship with Tom. Your kindness and your way of learning things. Every
time you were in the room you were focused on your son. Sometimes I thought
you didn't even noticed me."

"Of cause I did."

It was a lie. I though Wesley and Tom knew each other for a few years. Not
it seemed that he visited us long before that. I couldn't remember him.

"thank you for being nice, but I know you didn't. But that's okay, all the
time I spent in this house I came to realize that I grew fond of you also,
just like I grew fond of Tom. Now I'm here and it feels that you see me for
the first time. And I like it. I like it when you talk to me, I love to
hear your voice. I just do, can't help myself. "

A paused for a moment. I had no clue how to react to his words. Luckily for
me he continued.

"Please Sir, if you really want me to leave your house I will, I understand
that you are mad at me from stealing you laundry. But please, see where I'm
coming from. I'm just a guy who falls in love too easily. And when I do I
need something of the guy to hold him near. "

All of a sudden I thought about me comforting my own son when something bad
happened or he was disappointed. I am a comforting dad, and I'm good at
it. And this boy needed comforting also. I got out of my chair and took a
seat next to him.

"I'm sorry that I didn't pay any attention to you before. I can see now how
difficult that must have been."

I laid my hand on his shoulder and squeezed it lightly. His skin felt even
warmer than his hands or his lips. Maybe it was because of the
shower. Again it felt nice. I realized that there had to be a moment when I
should remove my hand. But I didn't. My hand stayed on his shoulder. He
smiled at me.

"So, are we good?" Wesley said

"We're good if you promise not to take something of mine without asking." I
responded

And just when I wanted to remove my hand I felt his hand on top of mine,
moving it away from his shoulder, redirecting it to his upper chest. While
he was guiding my hand I looked him in the eyes. It was sensational. His
skin was smooth and soft. My fingers were running over one of his
nipples. It was hard and felt slightly colder than his body. Instinctively
I squeezed the nipple a little bit. Wesley's head moved back and opened his
mouth but he made no sound at all. He just closed his eyes and enjoyed my
hand on his chest. Then he turned his head towards me.

"Two can play that game.."

With a swift move he pushed me back into the couch and positioned himself
on my lap, his two knees disappeared out of my range of vision somewhere
next to my hips. The towel couldn't cover up his waist anymore while he
made that movement and fell off. His cock quickly gave away that he was
enjoying himself and that my little squeeze had given him
pleasure. Strangely enough I didn't seem to mind that there was a naked boy
sitting on my lap. Wesley moved his hand to my own chest and started to
unbutton the shirt.  Within seconds all of my buttons were opened and was
my chest accessible to anything Wesley got into his mind. He moved his head
to my right nipple and licked it with his tongue. Without warning he sucked
the nipple while working it firmly with his tongue.

Pandora's box was opened and there was no turning back. I was enjoying
Wesley, Tom's friend and I didn't even want anything to stop. I couldn't
think clearly from this point. I saw Wesley naked sitting right in front of
me with a hardon, but there was not one thought whatsoever to stop this new
adventure unfolding right in front of me. I craved every touch and I
enjoyed every movement he made. His naked body was perfect to me. I didn't
need his hand anymore to guide me over his body. There was no guild of any
kind. Not to Tom, not to my wife, not to anyone. There was just him and me,
enjoying ourselves. Just when I thought things couldn't get any better I
felt Wesley's hand unbuttoning my pants. It never occurred to me to get
undressed too but while my trousers became more loosened I kept wondering
how it would feel like to press both of our bodies against each
other. Wesley had an different thought to bring to our adventure. I had
paid no attention to my own cock, but the moment Wesley grabbed my cock it
felt amazing. He smiled

"I'm glad we both are having a good time."

"Can't explain why this is happening and frankly I don't care at the
moment." I said

Once more Wesley took the task of guiding upon himself. This time he took
my cock and gave me some direction where to go to next. Within seconds I
felt the head of my cock against his ass. There was no mistake, Wesley
wanted me inside him. He took some saliva from his mouth within seconds I
felt his warm and wet hand stroking my hard on. He made very long and slow
strokes. He also included my balls in the play which led to the fact that
the head of my cock was touching his upper arm at sometimes. His fingers
moved like they already knew the way my body wanted to be touched. Then
came the moment that he stopped touching my cock. He laid his both hands on
my chest covering up both my nipples. His hands were resting on my chest
but I noticed that he had positioned them in such a way that the space
between two fingers of each hand was occupied by one of my nipples.  Then
the strangest thing happened. Wesley moved his ass in such a position that
my cock was pointing at his crack. Slowly he pressed his lower body down to
my crotch. Wesley used some spit on his crack. The following moment will
was almost too good to be true. The lowering of Wesley's body gave little
room for my cock to escape the intentional penetration of Wesley. Very
slowly my cock disappeared into the ass of Wesley. This time the pleasure
of it also came with a groaning sound. Wesley took all inches of my cock
inside him. Without hesitation. My cock had never felt so confined. I liked
the way the pressure that his ass gave to my cock.

Just when I got use to the feeling, Wesley began to move his ass over my
cock. At first slowly and with little distances, but the longer this moment
lasted, the more his movement became more rapidly. Instinctively I began to
fuck him. While I was doing so his hands lightly squeezed my nipples. His
face was all excitement. He obviously enjoyed this little adventure.  It
almost seemed that his cock grew even more. With every movement it seemed
to harden more and more. He must have read my thoughts because one of his
hands moved to his own cock and he began to stroke it.

His fine body was riding my cock and I enjoyed every second of it. Never in
my life did I see and other men besides myself cum. The more I observed
Wesley, the more I was convinced this would be the first time to witness
such a pleasure. Little did I know what surprise there was for me in
store. Wesley's movements became more and more intense. He jerked himself
while he felt my cock pounding his ass. All of a sudden he grabbed on of my
hands and wrapped it around his cock. I was holding his cock in my hands
but there was little time to get used to the feeling. Wesley's hand wrapped
around my hand and instructed me without saying a word how to jerk him off.

The feeling of his cock in my hand, the body moving over my own cock, the
look on his face and the masculine smell of men had an effect on me. I was
more then turned on, I was ready to shoot my load. It was a long time ago
that I had this feeling. Of course I had jerked of before, but this feeling
I was experiencing was a new one. Wesley seemed very close to shooting his
load also. And just when I was wondering who would shoot first Wesley's
groaned. With firm and steady shoots his cum was shot all over my chest and
neck. Thick threats of white proved the pleasure he was experiencing. With
a deep breath he manage to shoot out one more stream of thick cum. The warm
feeling of his cum on my chest did it for me. It almost seemed as if I had
sex for the first time in my life. My cock was throbbing. And with Wesley's
sperm all over my chest I had no other option to cum. And I did. I pressed
my hand firmly to the body of Wesley when I felt my load shooting out of my
cock. Right into Wesley's ass. He looked me in my eyes and tried to tell me
that it was okay. After minute or so I reminded myself that I had done
something that was not cool. I should have told him that I was about to
come.

"I'm sorry about that." I tried to explain

"No worries Mr. Brooks. I know by fact that you haven't fucked anyone since
a long time."

"Is that so, and how.."

"Let's just say that I am sort of an expert when it comes to men. I know
things."

All of a sudden the thought of Tom walking in on us creeped me out. Tom
should see me like this, with his friend. He would be furious.

"We have to get dressed, Tom can come home any moment."

"That's the thought that slips into your mind after fucking me?"

"I don't want to hurt anybody, especially my son."

"Tom can handle a lot of stuff Mr. Brooks. You should give him some
credit."

"Still, please, let's get dressed."

Wesley moved his body in such a manner that my cock got free from the firm
grip of his ass. I could notice some of my cum still dripping from my
cock. It was still as hard as solid. Then I heard Wesley speak again.

"We are just getting started Mr. Brooks. If you are worried about Tom
dropping in on us, don't be. He will stay away for the whole night. He has
arranged to stay at a friend's house. I will have you for the entire
evening and night and there is nothing you can do about it."

I was stunned about Wesley's words. Did my son knew up front what was going
to happing here in my house? Could it be possible that Tom had noticed
things before I even did?  There was no reason for Wesley to lie to me. As
I watched him walking to the bedroom he turned around his head.

"I know how much you love Tom, but you also have to let him do the stuff he
wants to do. Let him make his own choices, don't worry too much. And if you
do worry about him, I promise you I will be around to put your mind at
ease. If I evaluate this evening it seems I'm doing a good job this far.."

Wesley was right, I totally forgot about Tom's wish to travel. Again it
confused me, how could I have gotten so distracted from my goal? While I
was thinking Wesley walked back to my seat and kneeled beside the chair.

"While Tom is having fun traveling, I will make sure we're having fun
also. That's a promise."

Wesley looked into my eyes. For the first time I noticed how beautiful his
eyes were. He moved his head to my ear.

"I'm all yours Mr. Brooks, don't you see what that means? You are about to
do some exploring yourself, and you are going to do it with me." He
whispered softly into my ear.

"Now come on, we've got some work to do. There is much more to explore for
you. We will continue this in your bedroom."

Although I didn't understood all the things he said I knew Wesley was right
about one thing. I was way too uptight about certain things. This
experience could be the thing I was waiting for. And if this was going to
be an evening with many possibilities I sure was going to take it. So I got
up and walked into my own bedroom with a heavy load lifted from my
shoulders. For the first time in years I had the feeling everything was
going to be okay. Truly okay. And with that said there suddenly was room
for all else in life. And my first project was to enjoy all the pleasures
that Wesley could bring me.

And so I entered the bedroom for some more of everything...