Date: Wed, 03 Jan 2001 19:38:07 -0500 From: Charlie Subject: David's Christmas Chapter 8 The following story is total fiction. Any relationship to persons living or dead is purely accidental. This story depicts sexual acts between people of the same sex (male), some of whom are under age. If you find this concept distasteful, or if it is illegal where you live, or if you are underage, please stop reading now. VIII. Skiing, Anyone? Tuesday morning at 6:30 AM, Mrs. Morrison rang David's doorbell. He was up, but still not dressed (read that NAKED). He quickly threw on one of the luxurious white robes that Adam had loved so much, and ran down the stairs yelling "Coming!" It was still extremely cold out, the ground still covered with snow. If this was not a record for North Carolina, it had to be close. When David opened the front door, there was no way he could have been prepared for what awaited on the other side. There stood Mrs. Morrison, flanked on either side by two of the tiniest, blackest, sleepiest, handsomest, shivering-est little boys David had ever laid eyes on! His first reaction was to do what David did best: he just stood there and gasped, his mouth wide open, his lower jaw somewhere on his chest. "Please, come in out of the cold," he said when finally he had recovered. "I apologize, Mrs. Morrison," David said when they were all in the warm house, "I didn't expect you so early." "I'm the one that should apologize," she answered. "I got the boys more quickly than I'd expected, so we drove most of the way home last night before we stopped. I should have called to tell you we were running ahead of schedule." "No problem," he answered. "At least you've all returned safely. I'm just sorry Adam's not here. I figured it'd be a little easier for Jody and Eric if there was a familiar face here, but he spent the night with my partner's kids." "Adam lives here?" Jody questioned. "That might be a little premature," David replied, "but that's the plan. You guys do too, if you want to." "If Adam's here, we wanna live here too!" the twins chorused. Having determined that his guests hadn't had breakfast, David excused himself to the kitchen. "Please," Mrs. Morrison said, "allow me, if you don't mind. I can get breakfast while you get dressed." David was never one to turn down the chance to avoid cooking, not to mention the fact that he was extremely uncomfortable with these two kids who seemed so intimidated by their surroundings, so he accepted the offer gratefully and went upstairs to shower and dress, after wrapping Jody and Eric in two of his robes from the pool. Their jackets had definitely not been designed for fifteen degree weather, and they were chilled to the bone! When David came back downstairs, the whole gang had arrived and were sitting around his dining room table, laughing and talking amiably. Valerie had disappeared to the kitchen to help Mrs. Morrison, who was now preparing breakfast for nine. "About time you got your tail outa bed, Dad," Adam called. "I guess you've met your new sons, huh?" David noticed that the two shivering boys with the terrified looks on their faces were now sitting at the table, one on either side of Adam, drinking hot chocolate, grinning widely. For the first time, he got a good look at them. They were barely four feet tall, wearing blue jeans and a gray sweat shirt. Their heads were totally bald; they had obviously been shaved clean. Their skin was not black, it was BLACK! The whites of their eyes, reds of their tongues and whites of their teeth, almost glowed! There was certainly no problem determining if they were grinning, and they were certainly grinning widely as they sat next to Adam, their big brother, evidently hanging on his every word, responding to his every action. "Adam," David said, "can I see you upstairs for a moment?" "Yeah, Dad," Adam replied warmly as if he'd been doing it all his life. He excused himself, assured his two little black shadows that he'd be back in a few, and followed David upstairs. First order of business: as soon as they were out of sight of the others, David took Adam in his arms and kissed him. Adam responded warmly. "I missed you so much," David whispered. "Yeah," Adam replied, "Uncle Arnie told me." "Uncle Arnie?" "He said I could. He said his kids always called you uncle." "Yeah, I guess so," David answered. "The thing is... I mean... Jody and Eric... Are they ok?" "Yeah, Dad, they're fine! They were a little nervous till we all showed up, but they're ok now. I told 'em they'll be fine, so they're cool." "They seem to think a lot of you." "Yeah, I guess so. I like them too. They've had it pretty rough, so I was kinda their big brother in the foster home." "Adam, I've gotta ask..." "No, Dad," Adam replied forcefully. "I know what you're gonna ask, and the answer's no! Never! They're just really cool kids, and they needed someone to care for them! They're really cute though, aren't they?" "They're adorable," David agreed. "That's why I had to ask. And I've also gotta tell you, nothing's going to happen with them any time soon, is it?" "No, Dad. I think they fool around with each other a little, but... well, that's between them." After breakfast, Valerie took over. She piled two wide-eyed young boys into the van, along with her own two children and Adam, and took them all to the mall. That left David and Arnie, and of course Mrs. Morrison, to clean up the breakfast mess. "I really appreciate your making breakfast," David said to the social worker. "Don't be silly," she replied. "I feel so responsible for this mess, and I'm so pleased to see those boys get themselves into a normal, happy home." "Normal?" David said without even thinking. "It takes a lot more than a mommy and a daddy to be normal," Mrs. Morrison said. "So I presume you'll be overseeing the adoption, and the care of the twins?" David asked. "I'm afraid not," she replied. "Actually getting those children into your custody was my last official act with the department. As soon as I leave here, I'm through." "You got fired?" Arnie said with surprise. "Let's just say it was a mutual agreement," she said with the hint of a tear in her eye. "I've had it with all the frustration and politics of that department, and I guess they've had it with me and my attitude. So when they made me an offer for early retirement I couldn't refuse, I didn't." "So what are you gonna do now?" David asked. "I have no idea," she answered. "I'm sure there's a private clinic somewhere that would be interested in a rusted-out old social worker. All I've ever done in my life is take care of kids, or at least try, and it's all I ever want to do." "Really! Well, they way you came into this strange kitchen and just sorta took charge and whomped up that breakfast for everyone... please don't be offended, but... would you be the least interested in taking care of four wayward boys of various ages?" It took Mrs. Morrison a few minutes to figure out precisely what David was driving at. Then when she did, she smiled graciously. "I'm really flattered, Mr. Saunders," she said. "This might sound rather callous, but the fact of the matter is, I simply cannot settle for a housekeeper's wages. I need to make more than that just to keep my head above water. My husband doesn't make much money, and we need my income to survive." "I never dreamed of offering you housekeepers wages," David replied. "I already have a housekeeper. I was thinking more of offering you whatever you were making at Social Services, plus a little more as an incentive. Those boys will be needing a mother and I'm not going to be providing one in the usual manner any time soon, but I think you'd do just fine if I can find a way to convince you." By the time the merry shoppers returned, the three Saunders boys had a new "mom." Laura Morrison would be there to wake them in the morning, would prepare their evening meal and stay until the twins' bedtime if David couldn't be there. She would take care of doctors' appointments, school functions, anything that David couldn't attend. She would have her own room and would sleep over if one of the boys was sick or otherwise needed her; otherwise she would go home to her husband. She was thrilled, David was pleased. Now all they had to do was to convince the twins. The trip to the mountains was, so say the very least, interesting. The big Chevy Tahoe has a lot of seating capacity, but they taxed it to the limit. David had pretty well planned that he and Adam would occupy the front bucket seats. Well, so much for his plans. Adam was in the very back seat with Billy and Jody. The next seat was occupied by Valerie and Karen, together with the other twin. That left Arnie to share font seat duties with David, who was driving. He couldn't argue because the arrangement made perfect sense; but did the kids, all of them, have to be so damned happy about it? Sleeping arrangements were the second disappointment. They had rented a large three bedroom chalet. The master bedroom had one king size bed; the other two had two double beds. There was a sleeper sofa in the living room for emergencies, but Arnie insisted that there was no emergency, at least not yet. So Arnie and Valerie took the master bedroom, Karen and the twins shared one bedroom, Adam, Billy and David shared the third bedroom. David and Adam both knew nothing was going to happen with Billy in the room, so David chose the second bed alone while Adam slept with Billy. It wasn't what David had hoped for, but in reality things wouldn't have been different even without the twins. Once the negotiations were out of the way, they had a very pleasant drive. Eric and Jody proved to be anything but bashful as they sat and quizzed their new friends and family on every aspect of what their new life would look like. Where did Adam meed David? How did David ever get such a big house and live there all by himself? Were they allowed to swim in the pool any time they wanted to? Who drove all those cars? When would they get to see PowerNet? Would the twins have their own rooms? Why? And on, and on, and on! It was as if their entire life had suddenly turned into a giant adventure, which of course in their minds, is precisely what had happened. By 7 PM they were in their chalet, had changed their clothes, and were ready for the slopes. "We've got three candidates for the bunny hill," David said in an effort to get things going. "I'll go with Adam and the twins, so we'll see you guys back here after the ski, if that's ok, and we'll have a late dinner." "Bunny hill? What's that?" Adam inquired. "Beginners hill," Billy explained. "Not really a hill at all, just a bump. "Uhh Dad," Adam said, "Billy said he'd take me up to his favorite ski trail and teach me, so you can concentrate on the twins." "I appreciate it, Billy," David said. "But Adam's never been on skis before. You start him down that hill you like so much and he'll break his neck!" "They'll be ok, David," Arnie interrupted. "Billy started on that hill, and Adam can too. You forget that kids have rubber bones." David was tempted to say something like "You forget that Adam is MY son, MY lover!" But he didn't. He realized that he'd been double teamed and overruled. And besides, it was obvious that Adam WANTED to go with Billy and Karen. He would have his hands full with the twins anyway, but he wasn't about to admit that. So he motioned to the excited little boys and pointed toward the small hill off to the side. Valerie, a superb skier herself, came with him to help out. It didn't take the skiers long to tire of their fun. By nine they were all gathered in a restaurant at the base of the slope. They still hadn't been back to the chalet; perhaps they knew that once there, they would collapse from exhaustion and not move till morning. They were seated at a very long table, with Arnie at one end, Valerie on his right, Karen his left. Next were Billy and Adam who were becoming more inseparable by the minute, then Jody and Eric opposite each other and David at the opposite end. Everyone was amused at the twins' reaction to what was obviously their first time in a restaurant other than fast food. The whites of their eyes, already pretty large, just seemed to grow larger each time the waiter came by and poured them more hot chocolate, thanked one of them, or called them SIR! Jody was convinced that the waiting staff had him mistaken for some African prince, and Eric was equally convinced that they were not going to tell them the difference. "Have you decided yet, sir?" the waiter said to Eric. The little boy looked pleadingly at David. "There's nothing here I can have, sir," Eric said. "Dad!" Adam whispered. "Call him Dad! And you can have anything you want, Eric. Anything!" David was confused., "Are they on a diet?" he asked Adam. "Not exactly, Dad," Adam answered. "At the Crawford's, when we ate out at McDonald's or some place, we were only allowed three dollars each. I guess they think it's the same here." "Is that the problem, Eric?" "Yes, sir... er... Dad." David had to restrain himself from scooping up two little boys right there in the restaurant and hugging the breath out of them. "Ok, Eric," he said, "the rules have changed. Tell me, what's your favorite food in the whole world? I mean, if you could have anything in the world to eat, what would it be?" "I guess... er... I dunno... I've never had steak. Sometimes Adam tells us about things like steak..." "You heard the young man," David said to the waiter. "He wants filet mignon. We'll try well done this time, with... well, you can take it up with him what veggies and sides he wants. What about you, Jody?" "I dunno, uhhh Dad. I kinda like catfish..." "Do you have catfish?" David asked the waiter. "Yes, sir. How would the young man like it prepared?" "Lightly battered and deep fried, but not overdone," David replied when he saw the puzzled look on Jody's face. This being a father could be fun, he thought. But Adam made quick work of that. "Dad," Adam said, "Eric wants to go to the bathroom, but he's afraid he can't get all those clothes off." Panic was setting in, Adam saw it and offered to bail him out. "I can take him," he said. "That's ok," David said. "Thanks, but I guess that's part of the duties I signed up for. You wanna go to, Jody?" "Yes, sir... er... Dad, if it's ok." "C'mon then, let's go." The twins were still nervous around David, as he was around them. Things had happened so fast, and David represented to them an entire new world: a world of white people, rich people, doing things, living places, wearing clothes and eating food that Jody and Eric had only dreamed of before. But in spite of the nerves, taking two little boys to the bathroom was the best thing in the world for all three of them. David was relieved to find a very large and empty handicapped stall, so he herded the boys inside and began undressing Eric. Jacket, ski pants, overall style, came off completely. The rest was easy. When the jeans came down David suddenly realized he had no idea how they'd got their long underwear on. Probably Valerie, he thought, then made a mental note to kiss her once for each of the twins. Eric deposited on the toilet now, David repeated the performance with Jody. He as astonished at the trusting nature of these little black strangers, standing there sedately as this strange white man undressed them. Now David knew how easy it was for people with less than honorable intentions. He also knew now that these adorable little people had nothing to fear from him. To be honest he hadn't been sure. He was afraid of that first bath, the first time swimming nude in the pool, the first trip to the bathroom, the first time seeing them exposed. He didn't want to be turned on by such tiny innocent bodies, but... what if he was? To his great relief he wasn't! There was no denying the beauty of every square inch of those kids, but it was just that: beauty, not erotic attraction. The chores done successfully, three smiling faces returned to the table with David carrying the discarded ski pants and jackets. Wednesday was about as perfect as a day could be. The temperature hovered around 20 degrees; warm enough to be outside all day, yet cold enough that the snow maintained its powdery texture. Adam was skiing with the best of them by sundown, and even Jody and Eric had tried their hands at one of the more advanced slopes. This was promising to be an incredible week, however West Virginia winter weather is about as predictable as an angry bull, and sometimes as abusive. When they woke up Thursday morning, the temperature was 55 degrees, it was raining hard, and the ski trip was obviously over. They were assured that, even if it did turn cold and snow, it would be several days before they could ski. No problem, David said, there was lots to do at home anyway. And so they piled into the Tahoe and headed home. On the road, the three teenagers began planning a pool party. Billy and Karen decided that a party would be as good a way as any for Adam to get to know some of his school mates, and they were nowhere near ready to declare this holiday over. It was New Years Eve, and most of the parents would have already planned their festivities; but as the two excited teens got busy on David's and Arnie's cell phones, they found that most of their friends were planning to stay home alone and would be pleased to come to a pool party. That was fine with David, Arnie and Valerie. They would have their own form of enjoyment, just watching the kids. Actually when he thought about it, David realized that he had reason to celebrate anyway. Tonight it was exactly a week since he'd first seen a lonesome boy playing a video game. A week! It seemed like two years! Now if only David could forget Adam his lover and concentrate on Adam his son! The messages were coming in loud and clear that Adam had lost interest, just as Arnie suggested he would. David wasn't ready to give up that side of their relationship just yet, but if that's what Adam wanted, he had to, didn't he? At first David had protested, saying that would leave the twins pretty well on their own on their first night in their new home. "Are you kidding?" Karen had said. "Uncle David, as cute as they are, they'll be the hit of the party!" And so after some discussion, David had agreed. By the time the Tahoe pulled into David's driveway at 3 PM, the party was arranged. All they all had to do now was to get ready. David was astonished to discover that he had been elected bartender, while Arnie and Valerie were in charge of the refreshments in the kitchen. They had ordered food brought in, but with so little notice they were limited to things like fried chicken, burgers, and salads. Valerie had managed to find a grocery store willing to make up a few trays of munchies, so all in all things in the refreshment department went pretty smoothly. The drinks were no problem. David's bar was already well stocked with drinks both alcoholic and not, so all he had to do was make sure there were plenty of cans on ice. There was a soda fountain, but many of the kids, Billy informed him, preferred their drinks from a can. The party turned out to be an overwhelming success! Or at least that was the case from a casual observer. But we all have our point of view, don't we? David stood at his position behind the bar and watched as a dozen or so teenagers swam, flirted, danced, flirted, drank soda, flirted, and... well... and had a good time. And flirted! There was no shortage of gorgeous teen boys, beautiful teen girls, beautiful people all, and every last one of them suffering from an extreme overdose of hormones, yet most of them not exactly sure what to do about it! David's home made CD's turned out to be a raving success: the combination of 50's and 60's oldies, Country, Big Band, with a few modern rock tunes thrown in, seemed to be the perfect mix for this group, no matter what their mood or interest. "Would you like to dance, Mr. Saunders?" a pretty blonde girl about fifteen asked cheerfully. David recognized her immediately as one of the Rivercrest students who worked part time at PowerNet. There were lots of them, not so much that they needed the money, but the school encouraged such activities, even awarded extra credit based on the individual's performance on the job. "Thanks," David replied, "I think I'd better just stay here and tend the bar. Lisa, isn't it?" "Yes, sir. Come on, please? I'll bet you're a dreamy dancer. Adam told us you made all those CD's yourself." "Liking music and being a good dancer are not the same, Lisa. I'm afraid I don't dance at all." "You do now. We taught Adam, and even those adorable little twins! We can teach you too. Please?" David did dance with Lisa, and several of the other girls as well. He found to his surprise that he was soon doing rather well. "Now that you have the basics," one of the girls whose name he didn't know said, "you and Adam can practice. I bet you'll make a cute couple." She giggled merrily at her own attempt at humor, but she had David wondering. Did she know? Suspect perhaps? Was she fishing, or just making an innocent comment? At midnight, everyone wanted to hug and/or kiss someone, and David and his sons were no exception. Adam gathered the twins and headed for the bar. David dropped to his knees, as did Adam. The four of them wrapped their arms around each other and hugged. David looked deep into Adam's eyes. He wanted to kiss him so bad his lips ached; but he resisted. He kissed the two little boys on the tops of their bald heads, then Adam on the forehead; then he released them to hug Arnie and Valerie. After most of the kids were gone, David was playing a variety of slow numbers. Billy was dancing with a girl from his class, whom he hoped would become his girlfriend. Adam was dancing with Karen. When the new song started, David couldn't even remember having included it on the CD that was playing. He didn't remember ever hearing the song before, but it certainly had an effect on Adam. She gets in her car; October, Friday night Home from work down thirty-one, past Franklin High... She can see the stadium lights, she can hear the band... Thousand crazy High School kids screamin' in the stand... Quarterback and homecoming queen, love too young to know what it means She goes back in time, oh in her mind, it's like a dream... He would be sixteen, the son she never knew It hurt so much to give him up, but what else could she do? He would be sixteen A child should have a home, she knows her folks were right She never heard the couple's name, just that they were nice She wonders if he's taller... than his father was Does he drive a car by now, has he been in love? She shakes back to reality, she knows things turn out the way they should be But she just can't help but ask herself, does he know about me? He would be Sixteen, the son she never knew It hurt so much to give him up, but what else could she do? He would be sixteen. She never even got to hold him And nights like this it hurts to miss the son she's never seen He would be sixteen.... he would be sixteen There probably weren't many who noticed, but David did. He saw a tear on Adam's cheek. Karen saw it too; she brushed it away with a finger, then kissed where the tear had been. David could see them talking, but he couldn't make out what they were saying. Then the song was over, a brighter number came on, and another girl wanted to dance with Adam. It seemed that David wasn't the only one who appreciated his beautiful face, his dark sculpted body. It was two AM before the last of the kids left. Valerie had taken the twins and put them to bed shortly after midnight, and Adam had gone not long after that. One by one the parents had stopped off to collect their children until only Arnie and Val, and their offspring, remained. As they were leaving, Karen suddenly threw her arms around David and gave him a wet, sloppy kiss on the cheek. "Talk to Adam tonight, Uncle David," she whispered. "He's hurtin' real bad! Promise you'll talk to him tonight!" "What is it, Karen?" he asked. "He's probably asleep by now." "Talk to him, Unc! Please!" David did whisper a promise, and then his best friend in the world and his incredible family were gone. He roamed around turning off lights, marveling at how little mess there was, considering that there had been as many as twenty teenagers here most of the evening. Finally, all was secure downstairs, so David climbed the stairs to go to bed. He didn't have to be reminded to go see Adam; the sight of that boy, a tear in his eye as everyone was so happy, had burned into his brain forever! David crept into the room the twins were sharing. He had planned to order new furniture for the room, including twin beds, but of course there hadn't been time. They were in the double bed that was there, arms wrapped around each other, dead to the world. They were, David thought, the most beautiful two little black boys... no, the most beautiful little boys period, that he had ever seen! He made a mental note to check with them before he placed the order for the furniture. Could be, he thought, that they would prefer a double. Closing the door softly, David padded down the hall to Adam's room and knocked lightly on the door. He could hear music coming from inside, but nothing else. When there was no response he assumed that Adam had fallen asleep. He started down the hall again, but then he stopped. "Talk to him tonight!" she had said. "He's hurtin' real bad!" she had told him. He went back to the door and listened. There was nothing but the soft music playing. He recognized the announcer from one of the local radio stations. David opened the door just a crack and peeked in. What he saw froze the blood in his veins. Adam was lying face up on his bed, still wearing the Speedo bathing suit he'd been wearing at the party. The pillow his head rested on was visibly wet - from the tears that were still streaming down the sides of his face. Adam appeared unconscious, except that his eyes were wide open. David slipped into the room, then eased the door closed behind him. "Adam," he exclaimed as he scooped the weeping boy into his arms, "what? What is it? What's wrong?" Adam seemed to know now that it was allright now. He threw his arms around David and erupted in a fresh volley of tears. He didn't say anything, just sobbed. "Adam," David whispered as he held him, "what on earth's happened? Please, tell me! What?" "I'm sorry, Dad!" Adam said breathlessly. "I got no right...." "You've got every right, Adam! You're my son! You live here! If you're not happy, you've got every right to say so! You have more than a right, you have an obligation! What's happened? Have I done something?" "You've done everything, Dad! You've given me a home! You've taken in Jody and Eric! They're so great! And they're so happy here already! And you've taken them in! I have no right..." "Adam, you have every right! Now please, tell me what's wrong. PLEASE!" Adam wouldn't say anything. He tried in vain to regain his composure, but he couldn't seem to stop the tears. Finally it dawned on David. "It was that song, wasn't it?" he said as he brushed Adam's hair from his face. "That song about the woman with the son she'd never known. You're thinking about your mom, aren't you?" Adam sat bolt upright in his bed, his eyes suddenly wide open. "How did you figure that out?" he demanded. "Not hard," David answered. "I saw that tear when you were dancing. Karen told me you were hurting, and... well, to be honest, I found myself wishing when that song was playing that my mother cared about me." "How do you know she doesn't?" Adam asked. "I know, Adam! Let's just leave it at that - I know. But this is about you! Is that what's upset you, Adam?" "Well, I... uhhhh..." "The truth, Adam! Remember, we both promised! The truth! That's it, isn't it?" "Yeah, kinda... I mean, sometimes I think of her, somewhere in the mountains, on an Indian reservation, wondering about me. I wonder lots of times what she's like... and I guess I wonder if she even cares. I just wish there was some way I could tell her I'm ok." "Kinda? So there's more, right?" Adam fell silent. David waited, watching his eyes, his face. Adam made no move, showed no expression until, finally, he opened his eyes and looked into David's. "Sometimes I wonder," he said, "maybe I can't be satisfied. Maybe I should just go back...." "You're not going anywhere," David said forcefully. "You're my son! When are you gonna get that in your head? Nobody ever said this was gonna be easy, but I thought we both understood..." "But that's just it!" Adam protested. "You don't understand! You don't understand at all!" "I'm trying, Adam. I'm trying really hard. But you've gotta cut me some slack here. Just remember I've got some adjustment here too. I've gone from carefree bachelor, no one but myself to care for, worry about, to a father of three, and one of them a pretty complex teenager. I'm not gonna get it right first off. But you've gotta believe me, I'm trying!" Adam didn't answer, but it was obvious that David hadn't satisfied his fears. "I don't know what to do, Adam," he whispered as he released his grip and laid Adam gently back in the bed. "Just love me," Adam said so faintly that David wasn't sure he'd heard correctly. "Love you?" he said incredulously. "Adam, if you only knew how much I love you!" This comment brought a fresh volley of tears from Adam. "I thought I did," he answered. "You've been so good to me... to US, the twins and me! But..." "But what? WHAT, Adam?" David was getting impatient now. What in the world did this kid want? What had he done? What hadn't he done? But then he looked down into the deep brown eyes that were once again overflowing with tears. Suddenly Adam didn't have to say anything. All at once David knew. A song started to play on the radio; a song neither had ever heard before, but it was as if it had been written, and played, precisely at this moment, for Adam and David. Baby I've been drifting away, ...Dreaming all day... Of holding you, touching you.... only thing I wanna do Is be with you, as close to you As I can be... Let's make love... all night long Until all our strength is gone Hold on tight, just let go I wanna feel you in my soul Until the sun comes up, let's make love David could hardly breathe. He knew now. He had been so preoccupied with being a father that he'd forgot: he and Adam had been lovers before they were father and son. He had thought that Adam's interest had been diverted, that he'd lost interest in David as a lover. Meanwhile, Adam had thought the exact same thing of David. Each of them had thought he'd been deserted by the other! The song continued. Do you know what you do to me Everything inside of me Is wanting you, and needing you, I'm so in love with you Look in my eyes, let's get lost tonight In each other Let's make love... all night long Until all our strength is gone Hold on tight, just let go... I wanna feel you in my soul Until the sun comes up, let's make love... As Tim and Faith sang the chorus again, Adam looked deep into David's eyes. David thought that compared to that angelic face on the pillow, framed by the somewhat disheveled black hair, eyes red from crying, he was regarding pure unadulterated beauty for perhaps the first time in his life. "Please?" Adam whispered, "Make love to me? Now?" "But..." David protested. "I thought... I mean, the girls you danced with.... Billy... I thought you'd changed your mind..." "Please, Dad.... er... Just for tonight, stop being my dad and be my boyfriend, Ok David? Please, make love to me... Now? I promise I'll never ask again." David did. Back in his own bedroom, only thirty feet away, there was a tube of lubrication in his bedside table. He thought of going to get it, but he couldn't tear himself away. When Adam began to pull down his Speedo's, David took his hands away, replacing them with his own. He slowly pulled the bathing suit off as Adam pulled his off. Adam's legs went up as David's head went down. There it was again! That indescribably delicious scent of Adam, his son, his lover! David probed the area with his tongue, savoring the musk he found there. He wanted the area well lubricated, which was no problem; it was going to take a lot of will power to pull himself away from what he was doing at this moment. There were no more words. Once David's tongue had done all it could to ease the path, his index finger, wet with his own saliva, began to probe, stretch, explore. Meanwhile Adam took the thing that was going to impale him into his mouth and lubricated it as thoroughly as he could. When they both thought they were ready, Adam positioned himself again on his back, legs spread wide and high. David could see in Adam's face the expectation of pain. He would have stopped, but he could also see the determination, the desire. Adam wanted this, no matter what the cost! No matter what! They were both surprised at how easily David entered. That's not to say that David experienced no pain; indeed, there were a few moments when he almost cried for David to stop, but he didn't. David sensed the discomfort Adam was having and slowed down, resuming only when Adam began to relax. There were four such pauses before Adam felt David bottom out inside him. He opened his eyes. What David saw was a radiance he'd never before seen in his entire life! "You're in all the way, aren't you?" Adam said. "You've got it all," David said as he smiled back. "Just let me feel you for a few minutes," Adam said contentedly. They were both still. Adam flexed and relaxed his sphincter, causing David to jump slightly. He did it again and grinned. "Bet ya can't stay still when I do that," he said playfully. "Adam," David said as he grunted in response to yet another sphincter flex, "I'm having all I can do to be still, just being inside you!" Some unspoken communication passed between Adam and David, and David began to rock slowly back and forth, gliding gently in and out. In much too short a time, it was over. Adam felt himself being injected with the warm fluid that was David's semen, and he himself sprayed his own chest and abdomen with his orgasm. When it was over, they lay together, totally spent, completely at peace. 'I'll make some calls," David said as they lay nested together like two spoons. "Calls?" Adam questioned. "About your mom. I'll make some calls and see what I can find out, ok?" "Thanks, Dad. I love you." "I love you too, Adam. But I've gotta ask, does this mean I'm still your boyfriend?" "That would be so awesome! But I thought... Like, you said... bein' my dad and my boyfriend would be..." "I think 'complicated' was the word I used. I think it'll get terribly complicated! But you're worth it! Is that what you want?" "Can we? I mean, can we still be lovers?" "On one condition. I want you inside me. Actually, we were supposed to do it that way the first time, remember?" "Now?" Adam asked, his bright eyes looking into David's. "Good heavens no," David replied. "I don't think I can move, and I certainly don't want to let go of you right now. But next time, ok?" "You got a deal. I love you... * * * I sincerely hope you enjoy my writing efforts. If you do, or for that matter if you don't, I would appreciate if you would write to me. My email address is charlieje@mindspring.com.