Date: Wed, 25 Apr 2018 21:23:59 +0000 (UTC)
From: Harrison Morris <hmorri112@yahoo.com>
Subject: Falling For His Father, Part 1

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Falling For His Father Part 1


Pete had brought me home with him for the Easter holiday.  Frankly, I
thought it was a little soon to do the whole "meet the parents" thing.
We'd hooked up earlier in the semester and - from my perspective, at least
- we were just fuck buddies...MAYBE friends with benefits.  I thought Pete
and I were on the same page.  But, when he'd invited me down to OC with him
for the holiday, I started to realize he was more into me than I was into
him.  I should've turned down his invitation and immediately ended things
with him.  After all, guys on campus to fuck around with were a dime a
dozen.  I'd probably be able to find a new FB before the day was out.

But, the truth was, Pete was a good guy and he was a good friend.  I didn't
want to hurt him.  It's amazing the corners we'll paint ourselves into to
spare the feelings of others, isn't it?  So, a few days later, I was
standing next to him in the foyer of his father's house, having just heard
him call out to his dad.

Moments later, the most gorgeous man I'd ever laid eyes on appeared,
grinning from ear to ear.  His slightly worn face showed that he was
probably in his mid to late 50s, but it didn't hide this good looks that
could rival even the most attractive model or movie star.  I also couldn't
take my eyes off of the sleeveless shirt and shorts he was wearing, showing
off his absolutely ripped arms and legs.  Suddenly, I was glad that I
hadn't turned down Pete's invitation, after all.  Mr. Davison pulled his
son into a big hug.  "Petey!  It's so good to see you!"

"Likewise, Dad!"

He patted Pete's shoulder and had the hugest smile on his face.  It was
actually heartwarming to see a father and son so close.  Of course, my mind
was already working in overdrive, playing out all kinds of scenarios where
Mr. Davison and I had our bodies as close as Pete and his dad were right
now.  Only, "heartwarming" isn't exactly the right word to describe those
fantasies.

Mr. Davison broke the hug and both he and Pete turned to look at me.  "Dad,
this is Rob."

I extended my hand to him, preparing to greet him.  Not breaking that
dick-twitching smile of his, Mr. Davison surprised me by pulling me into a
hug, too.  I was in heaven!  "Rob, it's so good to finally meet you,"
Pete's dad said heartily, as our hug continued much to my delight.  "Pete's
told me all about you."

For a moment, I cringed.  It was just further proof that Pete had a
completely different idea about our relationship than me.  This whole
situation was getting too sticky for my liking...and not the good kind of
sticky.

"It's good to meet you too, Mr. Davison.  Pete's spoken so highly of you.
I've been anxious to meet you!"

Mr. Davison broke our hug.  "Rob, please.  Call me Ted.  Listen, boys.  I'm
sorry.  I'd hoped to be showered, dressed, and ready to head out to dinner
when you two got here.  Give me ten minutes and I'll be right back here,
ready to take you two hungry college guys to dinner!"

"It's no problem, Dad.  I'll show Rob around while you get ready."

Really, I would've been perfectly happy helping Ted Davison out with his
shower.  But, alas, I had to keep portraying the dutiful boyfriend.  God,
that word made me shudder...boyfriend.

I watched Ted as he ascended the stairs, unable to take my eyes off his
body - particularly his shapely, muscled ass in his shorts - as he moved.
He must've felt eyes on him because he stopped halfway up and turned to
look back, catching my gaze.  I flashed him a quick grin, which elicited a
questioning look from him.  It was then that Pete's voice cut through my
thoughts and distracted me.  I turned to see him over in the living room,
talking to me as if I was right there with him.  He was completely unaware
that I was still in the foyer, lusting after his hunky father.  By the time
that I turned back to the staircase, Ted had vanished upstairs to take his
shower.

I took that as my cue to join Pete.  For the next few minutes, he showed me
the living room, kitchen, spacious basement, and backyard complete with hot
tub and gazebo.  I tried to seem interested.  But really, the only thing I
was interested in was probably inside right now, toweling off his wet, rock
hard body.

We were outside in the gazebo chit chatting when Pete's hand grazed mine.
I turned from looking at the beautifully manicured backyard to face him
when he surprised me with a tender kiss.  It was sweet, but there was no
spark.  The kiss lingered - I didn't have the heart to pull back from him -
when I heard the sound of a throat-clearing behind us.  "Save it for later,
you horny toads!  We've got a 6 o'clock reservation to get to!"  It was Ted
with a huge grin on his face.  Apparently what Pete told me about his dad
being super-cool about his being gay was true.

I was embarrassed about being caught like that.  Not because I didn't want
Ted to think I was disrespecting him by making out with his son openly like
that.  I was embarrassed because I felt like Ted and I'd had a moment
earlier in the foyer and I didn't want him to feel deterred by remembering
that his son was into me.

Dinner was fun.  Steaks and beer all around.  It was obvious seeing them
interact that Pete really loved his dad and the feeling was mutual.
Growing up in a single-parent home, it actually made me a little sad that
I'd never really had that relationship with my own father.  We'd just
gotten back to the house when Pete's phone rang.  After looking at the
screen, he remarked.  "Huh...  It's Aunt Sue..."  He took the call and
wandered back into the foyer, leaving Ted and I alone in the living room,
sitting on opposing couches.

"So, Rob...  Petey tells me you're working your way toward a law degree.
"What kind of law are you looking at practicing the future?"

"Probably corporate," I responded, flattered that he was actually
interested in knowing something about me outside of being his son's
boyfriend...I shuddered again at that word.

"So, you'll be representing faceless conglomerates, helping them screw over
the little guy, huh?  He chuckled to let me know he was teasing me and I
saw a twinkle in his eye.  On top of everything else this stud had going
for him, I really loved his sense of humor.

"Yeah.  I guess that's what I'll be doing.  But, no matter what type of law
you get into, you're pretty much helping some asshole weasel out of the
type of justice he should be getting."

Ted laughed.  "Yeah.  You got a point there, Robby!"  It made me beam to
hear him call me Robby.  It made me feel like we'd gotten closer.  Now, if
I could just find a way to get physically closer to him...

Pete re-entered from the foyer with a worried look on his face.  "What's
wrong, Son?  You look like you just saw a ghost."

His voice shaking, Pete could barely get out the words.  "A-aunt S...Susan
just s-said...they rushed Mom to the h-hospital."

Ted and I were instantly out of our seats and at Pete's side.  Ted
comforting his son and me trying to.  "My God, Son!  What happened?"

"A-aunt S-sue says they think she's going to be fine.  T-they think it's
just...an allergic reaction.  But I'm really worried.  I think I'm gonna go
to the hospital and see her."

"Do you want me to go with you?" I piped-up.  I may not care about Pete the
way he cares about me.  But, I'm no monster.  And I do like him as a
friend.

Pete patted my shoulder.  "No.  It's okay, Rob.  I'm just gonna run over
there, make sure she's okay.  Then, I'll be back."

Ted reached into his shorts pocket and pulled out his keys.  "I'm gonna
drive you, Petey."  "No, Dad.  It's okay."

"I don't think it is.  You're still shaking.  I don't think you're in any
condition to drive."

"I'll be fine.  I promise.  Besides, this is Rob's first time visiting.
You should stay and entertain him while I'm gone.  I'll be back within two
hours max."  In spite of the grave situation involving Pete's Mom, I
couldn't help but perk up at the idea of being home alone with Ted.

"Okay, Son.  But, if you get there and you're too shaken up to drive home,
you call me and I'll come get you.  We'll go back later and pick up your
car."

Pete smiled.  "Thanks, Pop!  I'll see you later."  He leaned up and kissed
his father on the cheek, then leaned in and gave me a quick kiss.  "I'll be
back soon!"

As Pete reached the door, Ted called after him.  "Give your Mom my best!"
And just like that, I was alone with Ted Davison, the object of my lust for
the past four hours.

For the next half hour, we sat and talked...just about life.  He'd grabbed
us each a bottle of beer and we camped out on the sofa.  He asked me more
about my eventual entry into law school and my family.  He told me all
about the tech company that he'd owned...and sold a little over 10 years
ago.  It's what allowed him to live such a comfortable lifestyle and enjoy
an early retirement now.  Of course, Pete had already told me all about it.
He loved to brag proudly about how well his pop had done.  I couldn't blame
him.  Ted was the kind of man anyone would brag about.  Out of the blue,
Ted reached over and patted me on the knee.  "I don't know about you,
Robby.  But, I could use a soak in the tub outside.  You wanna join me?
It'll relax us while we wait to hear from Petey."

He didn't need to do anything further to convince me.  Sharing a hot tub
with Ted wearing only a swimsuit and getting the opportunity to see him
without a shirt on?  I was SO there!  Plus, I know what being in a hot tub
with someone else leads to.  It might make it that much easier to seduce
him.  Yeah.  I was a scumbag.  The guy who thought I was his boyfriend -
shudder - was at the hospital, worried sick about his mother and I was back
here, scheming about how I could put the make on his father.

Five minutes later, I was out on the deck, uncovering the tub and firing it
up.  Moments later, Ted walked out, a beer bottle in each hand, looking
every bit the stud that I expected him to look like without a shirt on.
God, did I need to grip this man's pecs with both hands while I bounced up
and down on his dick!  "Thanks for starting her up, Robby!"  "I know my way
around a hot tub," I grinned as we both slipped into the tub, across from
each other.

He laughed.  "I bet you do," we clinked our bottles together and took a
drink.  The way he looked at me...that same twinkle in his eye that I'd
seen earlier.  It was starting to feel like sex HAD to happen tonight.
But, I had to play this just right.  The guy seemed totally devoted to his
son.  He wouldn't do anything to risk Pete's happiness.  I had to figure
out a way to make him care more about his own needs than his son's.

I was totally lost in my own thoughts.  Between imagining what I'd do to
him if I were able to seduce him and watching his sexy face in the
moonlight as well as the water playing across his pecs, I didn't notice
that he was actually talking to me.  By the time I saw his lips moving, all
I could say was, "Huh?!"  Not exactly the sexiest thing to say to someone I
wanted to seduce.

The next thing I knew, Ted moved across to sit next to me.  "I guess you
can't hear me over all these bubbles."  Yeah...that's the reason I couldn't
hear him.  "I asked you how things are going with you and Petey."  I put on
my best smile and said, "We're fine."  Telling him that I was starting to
feel like I was being trapped into a long-term relationship probably wasn't
the best move.

"Are you?  I mean, you can be honest with me.  Young love is never easy.
And I know the world has come a long way.  But, young love when it's two
guys is that much more difficult to navigate."

Was he asking because he genuinely cared?  Or was there an ulterior motive?
"What are you getting at, Ted?"  I asked.  "Has Petey said something to
you?"

He chuckled and wiped water over his face.  It glistening in the moonlight
made him look even more attractive.  "No.  Petey's really happy.  I guess
I'm just trying to make sure the two of you are on the same page.  I know
my son.  He's always had a knack for being too eager.  He's been through a
lot, you know?  His mother and I divorcing a few years ago.  It turned his
life upside down.  He had a rough time in high school.  But, he was able to
get his act together and got into college.  He's done really well for
himself the past couple years.  I want to make sure you're not jerking him
around...if you'll pardon the pun."

It was time to be honest.  Even if I couldn't do it with Pete, I had to be
honest with his father.  "Actually, you're not wrong about Pete."  Ted took
a drag on his beer.  "How do you mean?"

"He's very eager.  I get the feeling that he thinks of us as a couple."
Ted chuckled.  "I've gotten the same impression from the way he's talked
about you over the past couple months.  And you don't feel the same way
about my son?"

"I like Pete.  I really do.  Just...not in that way.  To me, we're..."  The
sentence just hung there in the air.  I couldn't finish it.  "Fuck buds?"
he finished it for me in the form of a question.

For a moment, I hesitated.  It was so weird having this conversation with a
father about his son.  "Yeah," I eventually said, wincing.  "I'm sorry."

He reached up and patted my shoulder, sending shocks through my body.  "You
don't have to apologize, Robby.  I get it.  Affairs of the heart aren't
ever easy.  I appreciate your honesty with me.  That's why I want you to be
honest about something else?"

"Sure.  What is it?"

"There's someone else, isn't there?"  He wasn't very far off.  When I
demurred from answering, he laughed.  "There is.  Listen, Robby.  Obviously
you and my son fuck.  And it certainly isn't appropriate for me to get in
the middle of your sex life, let alone Petey's.  But please...  If you're
running around having sex with other guys, please be safe with my son."

I knew what he was referring to.  And actually, it was really sweet and
cute that he cared about Pete so much.  "Ted, I'm not having sex with any
other guys."

"Oh...  Okay, then."

Whether it was the beer or my rock hard dick trapped in my swimsuit, I felt
brave enough to reach over and place my hand on Ted's knee under the water
line.  "But, there IS someone else that I have my eye on."  To bring my
point home even further, I let my hand travel farther up his leg to just
under the leg of his swimsuit.

"OH...!"  Looking as if it had just dawned on him that I was talking about
him, Ted gave me a look of surprise.  But, curiously, he didn't jerk his
leg away or try to push my hand away.  "So THAT'S why you were looking at
me going upstairs when you first got here.  And why I kept noticing you
stealing glances at me all through dinner."

"Guilty!" I said with a sly grin, trying appear as non-threatening to this
supposedly straight (but now I was starting to wonder...) man.  "I...uh...I
don't know what to say."

Adopting a husky tone to my voice, I whispered.  "Don't say anything,
then."  Slowly, I leaned forward and placed my lips on his, kissing him
softly.

I was taking a big risk.  But, I realized it had paid off when I felt Ted
reach up and place his hand on my arm.  He also started actively
participating in the kiss.  Our mouths opened and our tongues began getting
involved.  Jackpot!  I gripped his shoulder with my left hand and then let
it drift down his chest, loving the feel of his hard muscles.  Being
probably a little too forward, I reached lower and let my hand find his
swimsuit-covered dick, palming what felt like a large tool.  Upon feeling
my touch, Ted jerked backward, breaking the spell of our kiss.  "Whoa!
Uh...  I think I've had enough of the hot tub."  Ted stood up and, before
he turned his back to me to climb out onto the deck, I caught sight of the
huge bulge in his trunks.  It was everything I wanted.  And it gave me all
the resolve I needed to keep pushing this.  I was gonna have Ted Davison's
dick tonight!

"Me too," I followed him out of the hot tub.  He handed me a towel and used
another to wipe off his chest.  After he wrapped it around his waist - me
following suit - I started to reach for his chest to touch it when he
grabbed my arm and pulled me with him toward the gazebo to sit down.
"Robby, I think we need to have a talk."

"Okay.  What about?"

He cocked his head to one side and laughed.  "You know damn well what
about!  I love my son.  I wouldn't hurt him for the world.  And what was
about to happen in that hot tub would've hurt him deeply.  I can't let this
happen"

"I noticed you said you CAN'T let this happen...not that you DON'T WANT to
let it happen."  I was trying to sound more smug than I felt.

"Please don't make this harder on me than it has to be..."  Ted pleaded
with me.

I reached over and gripped the still-prominent bulge in his trunks.  "It
feels pretty hard already."

Ted threw his head back and moaned before regaining his composure and
swatting my hand away.  "This is exactly what I'm talking about.  You can't
touch me like that, no matter how good it makes me feel.  You're
practically my son's boyfriend."

This time, instead of shuddering inwardly at the mention of that word, I
shuddered openly.  Spurred on by the fact that Ted seemed to be saying that
he wanted me but his love for his son was stopping him AND the fact that I
desperately wanted him, I scooted closer to him on the gazebo bench.
"Pete`s a good man.  You raised him right, Ted.  He'll find another
guy...someone who can love him the way he deserves.  But that guy isn't me.
Yeah.  He'll be hurt when he finds out I'm more interested in his old man
than him.  But, he'll get over it eventually.  And, if he loves you even
half as much as I can tell he does, he'll want you to be happy too."

"But..."  Ted tried to protest.

I interrupted him.  "Listen, Ted.  Forget that your son thinks I'm his..."
I couldn't bring myself to say the word.

"Boyfriend," Ted finished for me, causing me to shudder yet again.  Why did
I have such an aversion to that word?!?!?!

"Yeah...that.  Forget for a moment that Pete thinks I'm that word.  Let me
ask you something, and please be honest with me.  I think you owe me that
much."

Hesitantly, as if he knew he'd regret agreeing to forget I meant so much to
his son, Ted replied, "Okay."

"Are you attracted to me?  When we were in the hot tub and we kissed, did
you like what was happening between us and when I touched you?"  Ted was
thoughtful for a moment, the expression on his face revealing that he
wasn't happy about verbalizing what he was about to say.  He brought his
hand up and rubbed the back of his head.  Even struggling with his emotions
like this, he was incredibly handsome.  All I wanted was to kiss him.  Ted
sighed and then looked me directly in the eyes, grinning at me.  "Fine.
I'll admit it.  Yeah. I liked it...a lot.  And I felt a spark between us
when you first arrived earlier.  But, I didn't think it would go any
further because you're my son's..."

"Don't say that word!" I interrupted him.

Ted chuckled.  "...because Petey likes you so much.  But, when I looked
back and saw you watching me walk up the stairs, I started to wonder if
you'd sensed something between us too.  But, Robby...  As much as liked
what we were doing and as much as I want to do it again, I can't.  Pete
could be home any minute from the hospital.  I'm not going to let him walk
out here and find us doing God knows what.  I won't hurt him like that."

I leaned toward him, feeling the heat from his body.  I reached up and ran
my hand across his pecs.  "Ted, all I want to do right now is kiss you.
Can't we do that?  We'll hear Pete's car pulling up the driveway.  We'll
have more than enough time to part ways and act like we were having an
innocent chat.

"Robby..."  Ted acted like he was going to try and put up a fight.  But, I
stopped him the only way I knew how.  I leaned in for a kiss.  His mouth
completely contradicted everything he'd been saying to me when he
immediately started kissing me back.

We must've sat there in the gazebo for at least fifteen minutes, making
out.  It gradually got more intense, moving from regular kissing to French
kissing passionately.  We'd both untied the towels we had around our
waists.  Ted had pushed the front of my swimsuit down and was stroking my
hard dick as we kissed with one hand.  He'd brought his other up to caress
my neck.

My fingers were working on the drawstrings of Ted's swim trunks when he
ended the kiss, moving back just inches from me, chuckling goofily.
"Remind me again why I didn't want to do this..."

"You're a good kisser, Ted," I whispered to him, still working on the
drawstrings.  "Better than Pete."

We kissed again before Ted answered me with a smug grin.  "I know.  I do
everything better than Petey."  He resumed our kiss before I parted to up
the ante in our increasingly passionate flirtation.  "I bet you do..." I
echoed something he'd said in response to me earlier in the hot tub.

Ted laughed.  "Don't tempt me to show you what I mean..."

"Fuck!" I practically moaned out.  We restarted our make out session and
had been at it for maybe another couple minutes - I'd freed Ted's thick
cock from his trunks and we were now stroking each other while we kissed -
when Ted's phone rang.  He parted our kiss and looked at his phone.  "Shit!
It's Petey."

As Ted moved to answer the call, I muttered, "God dammit!" louder than I
probably should.

"Hey, Petey!  How's your Mom?...Uh huh...Oh, that's good!...So, you'll be
coming home soon, then?...Oh."  Ted looked at me.  "I see...Okay...No,
that's fine.  I think that's for the best.  She'd appreciate that...No,
don't worry about that.  Robby and I will see you sometime later in the
morning, then."  Feeling pretty mischievous, and knowing that Ted was on
the phone with his son, I slipped off of the gazebo bench and knelt in
front of Ted.  Leaning forward, I began tonguing his dick.  "...Oh, you
know.  Not much.  We've just been chatting and getting to know each
other...Yeah, I think I'm going to like Robby a whole lot, Son...No, he
can't talk right now.  He's...fuck!"  I guess I'd touched a sensitive spot
on the hunky older man's dick with my tongue.  "...Sorry about that, Son.
I just spilled some beer on my shirt.  Anyway, Robby can't talk to you.  He
seemed pretty tired.  Said he was gonna go upstairs, get a shower, and hit
the hay...Okay, buddy.  I'll see you tomorrow.  Give everyone my best...I
love you, too...Bye."  Ted ended the call and reached down to ruffle my
hair.  "You're a BAD boy, Robby!"

"I couldn't help myself.  I could tell from what we you were saying that
Pete was still at the hospital.  So, I decided to take advantage of the
situation."  I got up off of the concrete and sat back on the bench.

"I should be upset.  But the truth is, it was a pretty damn hot thing for
you to do."  He leaned in for another quick kiss.

"What's happening with Pete's mom?"

"She's doing better.  The doctor's do think it was just an allergic
reaction to something she ate.  But, they're keeping her overnight for
observation.  Petey's staying at the hospital so everyone else from the
family can go home and get some rest.  The doctor's supposed to be by to
check on her sometime late in the morning and then Pete'll drive her back
home."

"I see."  I bit my lip and reached out to rub the side of Ted's face,
letting my hand drift down to his chest.  "I wonder what we can do to
entertain ourselves until he gets back..."

Ted grinned at me.  "You're so naughty!  We probably shouldn't..."

"Ted, Pete told you himself that he's not going to be back until tomorrow
morning.  And, knowing how doctors are, my guess is that he won't really be
back here until sometime later in the afternoon.  After what we've been
doing, can you really honestly tell me you want to send me off to the guest
bedroom tonight?"

Ted closed his eyes, once again battling with his conscience.  After a
moment of silence, he opened his eyes and looked at me, smiling.  "No.  Of
course I don't.  I want you with me tonight...all night."  We resumed our
kissing, standing up and letting our swimsuits slip down our bodies and
stepping out of them.  "Come on," Ted said, after parting our mouths.  He
held my hand and led me toward the house.  I'd assumed we were heading back
to the hot tub.  "No more hot tub?" I asked.

"I told Petey on the phone that you'd gone to bed.  I don't want to make a
liar out of myself.  I'm taking you to bed."

I couldn't wipe the huge smile off of my face.  "Even better!"

Ted laughed and pulled me to him, pressing our bodies together as we kissed
again.

That night, I'm not sure that we got much more than an hour of sleep.  I
rode Ted as he fucked me.  I got another of his loads down my throat.  I
was also delighted to discover that Ted was just as versatile as I like a
guy to be.  He took one of my loads down his throat and, before all was
said and done, he was begging me to fuck him and moaned loud enough to wake
the dead as I came in his ass.

The sun was starting to come up as we lay tangled on his bed, his arm
around me and my arm draped over his upper torso.  Before I drifted off to
sleep, I remember thinking how much I wouldn't mind Ted Davison being my
boyfriend...and I didn't shudder when the thought crossed my mind.  Who
knows how much later, I was awakened to the smell of coffee somewhere near
my nose.  I opened my eyes to see Ted standing in front of me in a pair of
bulged-out boxer briefs, waving a cup of coffee under my nose.  "Good
morning," I purred out, smiling uncontrollably.

"Morning, Sleeping Beauty."  Ted said, teasing me as I took the cup from
him.

"What time is it?"

"11:30?

"Oh."  As I started to take a drink, I stopped cold and looked at Ted
anxiously.  "What about Pete?"

"He's downstairs," Ted said, seriously.  "I just told him about what you
and I did last night."

"Oh fuck!  What did he say?!"  I couldn't believe Ted was being so
nonchalant about hurting his son like this...especially after everything
he'd said last night out in the gazebo.

"He wants us to let him know where we're going to be registered so he can
buy us a wedding gift!"

"What?!"

Ted started laughing.  "Boy, are you gullible!  Pete's not home yet.  He
called earlier and said he didn't think he'd be back until dinner time.
Things at the hospital are taking longer than he thought."

"You fucker!"  I said between laughs, grabbing a pillow off of the bed and
tossing it at Ted, as we both laughed.

Ted took my cup from me and placed it on the night stand next to me, before
climbing up to join me on the bed, wrapping his arms around me from behind
and leaning back against the headboard.  I turned my head and met him for
another kiss.  "Thank you for forcing me to take a look beyond my paternal
feelings at what I really wanted.  Last night was incredible."

"Incredible doesn't even come close to describing it.  And thank YOU."  We
kissed again.

"Robby," Ted sighed after our kiss ended.  "What are we gonna do about
this?"

Well," I said playfully, bringing his hand up to encircle my hardening
dick.  "Judging by this and the poke I'm feeling in my back, I think the
answer's pretty apparent."

Ted laughed and then leaned down to kiss the side of my neck.  "Not about
THAT.  About THIS...US.  I don't want to hurt my son.  But after last
night..."

As he paused, seemingly to search for the right words, I finished his
sentence for him.  "You want to see where things go between us..."  "Yeah!
God help me, but yeah.  I do."

I turned myself around to face Ted.  "You know...  There are worse things
in life than hurt feelings.  Like I said last night, Pete might be hurt at
first...and he might be hurt for a while.  But, if he loves you as much as
I think he does, he'll come around, eventually."

"I gotta tell you, Robby...  I'm not sure I can stand my son hating me,
even for a little while."

"Let me tell you something that might make you feel a little bit better," I
said to him, as I reached up to lightly stroke the side of his attractive
face.

"What's that?"

"I'm into you, Ted Davison.  I'm into you A LOT.  And I'm ready to face
whatever I've gotta face to see where this thing goes."

"Is that so?"  Ted grinned at me, leaning forward for a quick kiss.

"Absolutely."  I kissed him again.

"It's not going to stop my son from hurting like hell when I tell him that
I'm into you as much as you're into me.  But, yeah.  Hearing that DOES make
me feel a lot better."

"Good," I whispered as we began kissing again.

That afternoon, before Pete got back from the hospital, we fucked two more
times.  We'd showered, dressed, and been back down in the living room for
about ten minutes when the front door opened and Pete strolled into the
living room.


Copyright             Harrison Morris, 2018