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The Father and Son Outing

By Paul S. Stevens & Hans Schreiber

Chapter #6

It was long past sunrise and the morning light ignited an explosion of blue light within my tent so bright that I momentarily thought I was adrift at sea. I had been ignoring the twittering of birds and the occasional roar of activity from the other campers outside, but it became clear that the day had begun for nearly everyone else. For me, it was still too early to be waking up since I am a late riser at heart, especially when I'm on vacation. Despite the early hour, I was now wide awake and the usual morning demands were just as unshakeable as ever. I had a solid trunk of morning wood firmly planted between my legs and the urgent need to empty my bladder made it impossible to roll over and go back to sleep. Fortunately, I already had my clothes on so I slipped out of my sleeping bag and into my shoes, exited my tent, zipped up the door flap and fly as I learned they were called and made a mad dash for the campground restroom.

The facility was a bit of a walk which made me regret that I had pitched my tent so far away from everything. As my hardon rubbed across the inside of my underwear, it did little to help me get my morning wood to stand down. That simple fact was going to make the act of relieving myself, far more difficult. When I arrived at the restroom, I made a conscious decision to use a stall instead of one of the urinals. I didn't want anyone to get the wrong idea when I pulled out my rigid boner to pee. When I entered one of the empty stalls, I quickly dropped my shorts and held my engorged cock in my hand. As I tried to point it down into the toilet bowl, I noticed my dick was thicker than usual and a lot less bendable. I started to concentrate on letting go, but nothing happened. I stood and stared at my dick as I got no relief. The pressure was building as I started to feel like I was about to explode. Then finally, my dick erupted with a powerful force as a narrow stream of piss hit the toilet bowl water so hard, it shattered the near silence of the entire restroom, echoing through the facility like Niagara Falls. I was not expecting such a forceful release as the water splashed and bubbled away. It seemed like my piss jetted forever as my cock refused to soften or shrink. I began to worry that it might be stuck like that for good. At first, I thought it was my imagination, but when I finished urinating, it slowly deflated to a halfway flaccid state. I waited and watched it for a couple more minutes, just to see what would happen. It just kind of hung there in this semi-erect state and didn't get any softer or smaller after that. I was relieved to know that I wouldn't spend the rest of my days hiding a persistent boner but this was almost as bad. I innocently wondered if it was a side effect to losing my virginity the night before. I chuckled to myself because I knew better but if nothing else, it served to remind me of what an incredible night I had with Wes.

As I returned to my tent, I momentarily thought I'd gotten robbed. The door flap and fly on my tent was unzipped and I knew I had zipped them closed when I left. I cautiously approached the opening and poked my head in to find Wes, sitting inside, waiting for me to return. I was so pleased to see him again that my fear turned to elation and a warm pleasant feeling instantly washed over me.

"You even look hot and sexy as a Smurf," I complimented Wes as he sat there, saturated in blue light.

"Come in, I have to talk to you," Wes said with all seriousness.

I entered and sat across from him wondering what lame-ass joke he was waiting to spring on me.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Seth," Wes began. "I have something to tell you that you're not going to believe. You know how we heard some noises last night when we were... you know?"

"Yeah," I answered.

"It was our dads," Wes stated.

"What? Oh shit man. No way," I panicked. This was not the lame-ass joke I was expecting. "How do you know? Are you sure?"

"I found out about it this morning," Wes informed me. "My dad woke me up early and insisted that we go hiking together before breakfast to watch the sun rise over the east mountain. He wouldn't tell me what was going on until we hiked about half way up `Miller's Trail' to a secluded area. Then we sat down on this huge rock and talked. Wow, he really let me have it. We had this big old long discussion together. He told me that, last night, just after I passed by his tent, he woke up and started feeling guilty about how he agreed to go along with your dad's plan to get us all together and to make sure I was okay with it all. He said that he didn't like keeping secrets from me and was suffering from a guilty conscience because things had already started to deteriorate from the apparent deception. So he came to my tent to apologize and explain. That's when he discovered that I was gone and totally freaked. He figured that I probably was with you, but he didn't know where you had pitched your tent to find me. So, he reluctantly went to your dad's tent and woke him up so that he could point out which tent was yours."

"He woke my dad up?" I said with alarm, "Oh, this is not good."

"Anyway," Wes said as he continued, "Once he woke your dad up, your dad insisted on taking my dad directly to your tent, personally. So, the two of them came straight here. As they got up close, they were able to hear what we were doing inside and stopped short of letting us know they were standing just outside. They continued to stand out there long enough to hear most of what we did. Man, they heard it all Seth. They heard us talking about positions and cuming, they heard us grunting and moaning, and they heard us slapping our bodies together as we rode each other."

"Oh my god," I gasped. "What did my dad do?"

"My dad said that your dad lost it and started crying," Wes confessed.

"Oh no," I said as I held back a flood of my own tears. "I knew I heard something like that, I just didn't want to believe it. I never thought it could've been my dad. That doesn't make sense though. I would understand him getting pretty pissed about what we were doing, but why would he cry?"

"According to my dad, what I think happened was, they heard us talking about how you wanted to try getting fucked. Your dad was certain that you were just acting out because you found out about him being gay. He was afraid he'd emotionally damaged you with his shocking confession and pushed you into doing some gay experimentation," Wes continued. "He actually feels responsible for making you do all that stuff last night!"

"That's so stupid," I sniffled. "He knows you can't make someone gay. What else did he say?"

"He said, he wouldn't wish it on his worst enemy and he told my dad that he couldn't forgive himself if he pushed you into a gay lifestyle just to be like him," Wes said, trying to be sure he was quoting his dad accurately. "Why do you think he would say something like that?"

"It's pretty tragic really," I responded, telling Wes what I had learned from talking with my dad the night before. "He denied being gay when he was like, way younger than us. He didn't have a friend he could love and trust and mess around with the way you and I have each other. He never let anybody know he was gay until like, now. Even if he wanted to find a boyfriend in secret back then, he never acted on it, so he never found anybody. I think that living with the denial and not having anyone to share his love with made him feel bitter about being gay. Imagine living your whole life like that?"

"Well, according to my dad, he was pretty torn up about you acting out like you were gay," Wes indicated. "My dad said that he stayed up in your dad's tent with him last night and talked it all through. I think they actually slept together for the first time. I don't know how much trouble you're in, but my dad told me that your dad was doing much better by this morning. My relationship with my dad is pretty open, and still, he very nearly ripped me a new asshole. Even though he wasn't happy about me disappearing last night, we ended up talking it all out this morning and thankfully, everything's cool. My dad knows I've been doing sex stuff. He's actually thrilled that we hooked up. Maybe because all of the other guys I've messed around with were a little younger than me, which made it kind of weird. Not like real young, but there are hardly any guys my age or older who come to these naturist places we frequently go to. Even though my dad helped smooth things over with your dad, he's still going to want to talk to you. My dad and I are cool once again, and he's in your corner on this thing. Unfortunately, I don't think it's going to go as smoothly between you and your dad as it did for me and my old man. I just wanted you to be prepared before you go talking with him."

"Yeah, thanks for the `heads up' and I'm sure you're right. I can't imagine it going smoothly at all," I sighed. "I just have to convince him that I wasn't doing it because of him. It kind of pisses me off that he's making what you and I shared together about him. Sometimes, I'd like it to be about me for once. I'd like for him to be happy for me that I have you as a friend just like he has your dad. Do you think I can get him to understand that?"

Wes shrugged. "I can't say. I don't know your dad all that well yet. Here's what I'm going to do. Right now, I'm going to go into the grove and collect some firewood to donate to the fire rings for later tonight, assuming that we'll still be here. While I'm gone, take the time to talk to your dad and try to fix this. If things don't work out between you and your dad, we might all be going home early," Wes said. "So, do the best you can before he forbids us to see each other again. I'm sure your dad thinks that I talked you into doing some of that stuff we did last night and blames me for part of what happened. I love you Seth, and I don't think I could bear being cut off from ever seeing you again."

It looked like Wes was about to start crying, but he managed to hold it in until he got up and left so the both of us could accomplish our individual tasks. Seeing the sincere despair on his expression endeared me to him all the more. I could tell I really meant more to him than the other guys he'd sexed around with. I could see in that one expression, everything he felt for me without him needing to say it out loud. Before he walked out, he tenderly kissed my cheek and then quickly left. I sat and stared at the blue walls and ceiling of my tent for a while as I tried to calm myself and prepare my mind for the `father-son talk' that was now inevitable.

Once I was as prepared as I was ever going to be, I got up and marched myself over to my dad's tent to get it over with before things got any worse. I halfway expected to see my dad and Henry sitting outside on their folding chairs like yesterday, shooting the breeze with each other, but they weren't. I hoped that wasn't a bad sign. Just as I was about to check inside, I heard a loud whistle ring out from across the campground that got my attention. I turned towards the source of the sound and saw Wes's dad, Henry, standing in front of his tent, waving his arms and signaling me to come over to him. I assumed he wanted to know where Wes was, so I walked over towards him to let him know.

"Hey Seth," Wes's dad said. "Can I talk to you for a moment?"

"Sure Mr. Hauser," I answered. "What can I do for you?"

"Please, call me Henry," he insisted.

"Okay... Henry," I hesitated. "What's up?"

"I wanted to catch you before you spoke to your father," he said.

"Oh, all right," I responded.

"Please, come in," he offered.

He lifted the door flap to his tent and motioned me to go in. As I looked in, I saw the two familiar folding chairs inside. I entered and sat down in one of them and a moment later, Henry followed me in and sat down in the other. He folded his arms and legs and then looked at me.

"Wes is out gathering firewood," I offered, not knowing what this was all about.

"Yes, I know," he said. "It's you I wanted to talk to."

"Okay," I nervously said. "Am I in trouble?"

"Certainly not!" he answered. "We haven't had the time to get to know each other yet, that's all."

I was worried that Wes was mistaken and his dad really did have issues with me and Wes making love to each other the night before. Other than that, I was at a loss as to what he wanted to talk to me about, so I waited for him to start the conversation before I said something that would make things worse. I'd learned a long time ago that it was best not to volunteer any information to an adult until you found out where they were headed with their so called `talk'.

"As I told Wesley," he confided in me, "I felt bad about agreeing to do this undisclosed meeting that your dad talked me into doing this weekend. I just wanted to apologize for the way that certain things got out of hand over it for you. That's not the way I expected it to go at all. I'm a straight up kind of guy and I don't want to start off our new relationship with deception. With that being said, I wanted to know how things are going between you and my son."

"Are you angry about what Wes and I were doing last night?" I asked, lowering my head down.

"Oh," he began. "So, Wesley already told you about how your dad and I stumbled upon our two sons' big time adventures? Well, I know Wesley is sexually active. I've known for quite a while now. Even so, it's easier to deal with it when you don't actually see or hear it happening. What you two were doing last night was a little troubling to me because you're potentially going to be step brothers of sorts. But as long as you two are willing participants and not hurting each other, I guess I'm okay with it. You were a willing participant, weren't you?"

"Yes," I emphatically answered. "Wes didn't make me do anything I didn't want to do, if that's what you mean."

"Well that, yes," He replied, "but also, did you feel pressured to try it out because of what your dad revealed about his relationship with me?"

"No! Definitely not," I stated. "I did what I did with Wes because I wanted to. I ... I like him a lot."

I guess what I'm asking is, exactly how well are you two getting along, that's all. My son has spent almost all his time with you since you two met. The little bit of time that Wesley did spend with me, he spent talking about you."

"Really?" I said with surprise and optimism.

"Yeah, and I haven't seen him this happy since his mother passed away," he revealed.

"That's interesting," I said to him. "Wes said the same thing about you! He said that you've been super happy ever since you met my dad. Is that because you're in love... with my dad I mean?"

"I didn't realize I was being that obvious, but yeah, I definitely am in love with your dad," he said tenderly. "Are you okay with that?"

"Um... yeah, um... I guess," I stammered. "I just wanted to know for sure. I don't want to see my dad get hurt, that's all."

"That's the thing right there," he said as he leaned forward. "You're worried that I might hurt your dad emotionally and I'm worried that you might hurt my son, Wesley, emotionally. You're understandably concerned about your dad just like I am about my son. He is the most important thing to me. There's no doubt that Wesley loves you. The question is... do you love him?"

I paused for a moment as I got totally flustered. This was extremely awkward for me. For the first time, I was confronted with the question of whether or not I loved Wes. The truth was that I hadn't really made up my mind about it yet. How do I tell Wes's dad that I might be in love with his son when I actually haven't told him so myself? Wes did say that he loved me, but saying it back to him was... well, I don't know why I haven't. It just never seemed like the right time I guess.

"I don't think I've actually told him so," I answered shyly.

"That's not what I asked you," he said leaning even closer to me.

"Um... yeah, um... I guess I am," I stammered again. "I've never felt this way before, you know... being in love. It's all just a little weird to me. It's all kind of sudden too. I mean, we just met and all and my feelings are sort of all jumbled up right now. I like the idea that you and my dad are able to make each other happy. I like the idea that I'm making Wes happy. Wes makes me happy too. I just need a little more time to sort this all out. I don't have any intention of ever hurting Wes. I lov... like him too much to do that."

"You were going to say you love him, weren't you? That's okay. You don't have to say anything else. I think we understand each other now. Wes is a very open soul. With him, what you see is what you get. He doesn't hide any of his emotions and I can tell you, he's fallen hard for you. He definitely got sideswiped with the old `love at first sight' thing. I understand your need to work it out and figure out your own feelings. I'd like for you to feel like you can come to me if you ever find that you need someone to talk to," he offered. "You can tell me anything. I'll never judge you."

"Thanks Mr. Hauser... Henry," I corrected. "I can see why my dad says that you might be `The One'."

"He said that?" Henry fluttered.

"Oops," I shuddered. "I don't think I was supposed to tell you that."

"It's okay, it will be our little secret," he chuckled.

"I thought you don't like to keep secrets?" I cornered him.

"Right! You got me!" he outright laughed. "Don't worry, I won't rat you out."

"Thanks," I said. "I don't want to be in bigger trouble with my dad than I already am."

"No problem. I'm glad we had this little chat. You better go talk to your dad now. I'm sure he's been waiting for you. I don't think you're in any kind of big trouble over this thing. At least, I hope he's smarter than that. He's just very concerned about you because he loves you. Be kind to him, okay. He's important to me and he's in a vulnerable spot right now."

"Like I'm not?" I wavered. "I don't understand why he thinks it's all about him so much. I don't get why he'd keep this a secret from me and then kind of spring it on me up here like he did. I really don't get why he thinks I'd have sex with Wes... uh, I mean..."

"It's all right Seth," he said, trying to calm me down. "Remember, I already know you two had sex. Finish what you were saying."

"Okay, sorry," I said as I took a deep breath. "Saying it out loud like that seemed, well, you know?" I shifted in my seat. "Anyway, I don't get why he actually thinks I couldn't do something just because I really wanted to do it and why he'd think I'm just like this little puppet, `acting out' or something."

"Yes," he said, nodding his head. "That's a good point. One you should discuss with him, I think."

"Okay, I'll try," I said questionably.

"Look, you've got it together more than you realize," he complimented. "You're going to come out of this mess just fine. You're pretty well adjusted for your age. I'm very proud to know you Seth Morgan, and I feel much better about you `liking' my son, even in that special way."

"Thanks!" I said and then stood up. "It was nice getting to know you better too, Henry Hauser."

I reached out to shake his hand and then felt stupid for doing so. He smiled and reached out with casual acceptance. With that, I exited his tent and went back to find my dad. As I crossed the campground, my anxiety grew with each step. The question of exactly where this was all heading, caused me to get slightly nauseous. When I reached Dad's tent, I stood outside for a minute, working up the courage to face what was coming.

"Hey Dad, are you in there?" I asked as I knocked on the center pole of his canvas-like door flap.

"Come in," was all he said.

"Hi Dad," I said as I entered with the standard greeting.

"Wow Seth," he sighed. "Where do I begin?"

"Well, we might as well get it all out in the open," I said. "I know you know about last night and at first, I was freaked out that you knew, but I'm actually kind of glad you know, so, let's start at the beginning! Why did you plan this whole fake meeting thing?"

I sat on the floor and got as comfortable as possible, facing Dad while he sat above me, occupying the top of the ice chest. I saw him squirm and felt like I'd gained an important advantage by just admitting what I'd done, right at the beginning, putting him on the defensive right off the bat before he could confront me for what I'd done with Wes.

"Okay, the beginning it is," he agreed. "Let me start by apologizing. I'm so sorry I put all of us through this poorly planned weekend. In my mind, this all worked out so perfectly. I was so concerned about wanting you to like and accept Henry and Wesley that I didn't take your feelings into account. I'm sorry for that too. It wasn't until all this drama came to a head that I realized how selfish I was being. Can you forgive me?"

I had not seen that coming. I was not expecting him to be apologizing right off.

"Sure Dad," I asserted. "I forgive you. I've been thinking about this a lot and I think it might all work out for everyone. You were right about Wes. I don't think I could ask for a better brother and I just talked to Henry and he's pretty cool too. I wish you'd just come right out and been up front and trusted me a little more without all the secret meeting thing, but it really has all worked out okay, I mean if it has for you as well. Wes is all good with how things turned out and Henry, umm... Mr. Hauser is too. He likes me and he's okay with me and Wes being... umm, you know, close."

"Oh, I see," he said. "I didn't know that you two had talked. That's good. I guess."

"Yeah, just a couple of minutes ago," I said. "He explained a few things to me and I think we understand each other now."

"So, you think this whole arrangement could all work out then?" Dad asked.

"Sure!" I confirmed. "When I'm with you, I'll have you, Henry and Wes. Then when I'm with Mom, I'll have her and all my friends from the neighborhood. It would be like the best of both worlds."

"Oh, so you've decided to live with both your mom and me, fifty-fifty?"

"Of course," I answered. "I love you and Mom both, like you said, `fifty-fifty'."

"I see," he said again. "I hadn't considered that you'd want it that way. I guess that I assumed that you'd live full time with me... with us!"

"As you said to me yesterday, it'll only be for like, two years. We could all put up with a little sharing for at least that long, right?"

"Yeah, I guess we could work it out," he said with a bit of concern in his voice.

"Cool!" I said. "What else is on your mind?"

"Well, this is difficult for me, but I wanted to know if you had any questions about the `gay' thing?" he asked with a rather worried look on his face.

"What's there to ask? You don't have to worry about me Dad," I boasted. "You have a son that's got his shit together. I'm very well adjusted don't you know? Henry even told me so!"

"Oh, he did, did he?"

"Yes he did!"

My dad allowed an amused grin to show.

"Well, if he said `you have your shit together', then let me ask you this..." he paused. "How is the `gay' thing working out between you and Wesley? Do you have something to tell me about that? What exactly was going through your head when you did all that... stuff last night? Why did you do that with him?"

Our little father-son talk was going so well, I had temporarily forgotten about how he and Henry had discovered me and Wes fucking around last night. Suddenly, a lump formed in the back of my throat, my mouth got dry and I found that I had lost the power of speech. My dad had just driven home the fact that he came out of the closet with unprecedented openness and I hadn't actually come out of the closet to anyone officially. Up to then, I hadn't been interested in anyone, girls or guys, and Ruben was nothing more than a friend with benefits. After all, there was no emotion tied up with what Ruben and I did together. Until Wes walked into my life, I hadn't put much thought into whether I was straight or gay. I figured I'd let that work itself out when the time was right. I didn't think that time would come so soon or in such a bizarre way. Now that I was being forced to confront the issue, it seemed impossible to say the words out loud. I needed to think about this some more. I started to get up to make a hasty retreat.

"Oh, no you don't!" Dad said as he grabbed my arm and pulled me into his lap. "You're not going to just run off this time, young man. We're going to talk about this, right now! Now, I have to know what you were thinking when you decided to `Fuck' with Wes."

The brutally harsh use of the word, `fuck' shocked me. It repulsed me the way it had just come out of my dad's mouth like that. I hadn't fucked with Wes any more than he'd fucked with me. It was so much more than just fucking. It was sharing. In that instant, it became clear to me that what I'd done with Wes, I'd done out of a desire to share myself with him. I started to really believe that maybe I really did love Wes. I smiled on the inside, but I was even more uncomfortable now that I was being held captive upon my dad's lap. Being almost sixteen years old and being held in such a way seemed awkward and even inappropriate. Nevertheless, he held me firm and was determined to get this out into the open. I sort of panicked as I raised a solid brick wall between us. It was now turning bad, just like most of our talks ended over the past few years. It annoyed me that he'd cheapen something so beautiful after we'd understood each other so well up to that point. If anyone was `fucking' with me, it was him, not Wes. He was fucking with my head and my emotions.

"Are you saying that it's okay for you to be gay but it's not okay for me?" I seethed.

I blasted him with dripping venom and jerked free of the grip he'd had on my arm.

"You're so god damn wrapped up in your own fucking drama that you can't even see anyone else's needs," I continued. "It's always about you. Fuck me and Mom and our feelings, right? It would never occur to you that I could do something just because it was what I wanted to do, would it? Oh no! If I fucked Wes, I surely must be doing it to `act out' against you. For your information, not everything is about you."

"Seth!" my dad yelled as he shook me. "Where the hell did that come from?"

"You're just a `hypodick'," I seethed. "You can be gay and have sex with Henry, but I can't do what I want to do with Wes, is that it?"

A moment of intense silence caused the two of us to freeze.

"I'm sorry to have to tell you this Son, but at the risk of sounding like a prick, a large portion of all this is about me," he said with deep conviction. "This is something that has been brewing inside of me for a very long time. Years, even. As ready as I thought I was, announcing I was gay to you was the most difficult thing I've ever had to do. I feel very guilty about this, like I'm letting everybody down, like I'm abandoning you and your mother when nothing could be farther from the truth. I love you and your mother even more now than I ever have, yet I feel that I'm being selfish and turning everybody's life upside down for my own personal reasons. When you refused to talk to me on our drive up here, I worried myself sick thinking that when the time came to tell you I was gay, you would reject me as your father and even choose to possibly hate me. In fact, if you remember, you actually did say that you hate me. Even though I'm in a conflicted and vulnerable state right now, I'm not so weak that I would let anything bad happen to you or your mother. The thing is, I did fail to see how to avoid the problem and prevent the damage I caused. Henry has helped me through a lot of this, but I'm still scared to death. I want to do what's best for everyone involved and that's turning out to be more difficult than I ever imagined. I could never have predicted how crazy this all unfolded since we arrived here and worrying about you on top of everything else was almost more than I could handle. So forgive me if it looks like I'm acting like everything is about me! The future of all our lives hinges on what happens here."

"Well, I guess there's a lot at stake for both of us," I conceded. "Sorry I called you a `hypodick'."

Then, my dad threw his arms around me and hugged me. It scared me at first and I squirmed in protest. Then he started to laugh.

"What's so funny?" I snapped.

"You are," he continued to chuckle. "That was a pretty good play on words `hypodick' instead of `hypocrite'. Wes has been rubbing off on you."

I couldn't help but think how there wasn't any part of me that Wes hadn't rubbed, but I didn't dare say it out loud. I didn't want to break Dad's flow.

"Anyhow," he continued. "I can see your point too. I've never seen you get so worked up though. It's about time you shared some of your feelings with me instead of keeping them all bottled up like you usually do."

I stopped squirming and twisted around to look him in the eye.

"Well, you're not the easiest person to talk to," I said accusingly.

"I know Seth, and I'm sorry. Don't worry, I'm not angry about this, but I think it's time that you told me more about what's going on inside of you. I think you need to understand for yourself why you did what you did last night in your own mind. Do you think you can tell me what that is now?"

"I'm GAY, okay?" I growled. "There, I said it! And I'm not gay because I want to be like you. I've suspected I might be for a long time. But now I know it. For your information, I didn't `FUCK' Wes last night. I shared myself with him. I shared my, my... my LOVE for him. I love him. Are you happy now?"

"Am I happy to learn that my son is gay?" he asked rhetorically. "No, I'm not. Not because you're gay or that being gay lessens your value as a person, but because you will have a long hard road ahead of you. That's okay though, we'll work through it together if it's true. I just want you to tell me one last time if it's real. Is it real Seth?"

"What do you mean by that?" I blinked. "I just told you I'm gay!"

"Coming to the realization that you're gay, and being in love with someone are two totally different things," he said as if I were confused about that. "I just want to know if you really love Wesley or if you're just `acting-out' because my `Outing' hurt and angered you?"

There it was again. First, Henry wanted to know if I loved Wes or not, and here was my own dad, drilling me about the very same thing after I'd already declared my love for him as certain as I could say it. I just wasn't sure he was concerned for me and Wes or just worried about his own messed up guilt.

"Dad, for hell's sake, you haven't heard a word I've said. How can you think that?" I accused. "I'm not a kid anymore. I don't `act-out'! I'm capable of having my own feelings and I'm capable of loving another guy just like you love Henry. Don't insult me by refusing to believe that I can know my own feelings and my own heart."

"So you really love Wesley then and you're not just doing some experimentation out of some issue with me being gay?" he asked with a hopeful expression.

"Wow. You just refuse to get it, don't you?" I huffed. "I'll have you know that Wes and I experimented around with each other before you even told us about the gay thing. We planned out our big night in my tent long before your whole coming out of the closet scene at dinner. We'd already gotten each other off a couple times during the day. We even had our "Fucking" as you put it, all planned out."

"Really?" he said with surprise. "I didn't know that. So, you really are in love with Wesley then? Has he told you that he loves you? Just because you've fallen for him, doesn't mean he feels the same about you and you could end up getting hurt. Could you deal with it if he didn't love you back?"

"I don't feel right answering that question," I revealed.

"Why not?" Dad said as he flashed me a stern look.

"Because..." I paused again. "I haven't told Wes that I love him. Not yet. And yes, he has told me he loves me, but I didn't say it back. I was mixed up at the time, but I've realized it after talking with Henry and with you. I wish I had told him, because I definitely do."

"Regret!" dad simply said as he looked away.

"What?" I asked.

"Regret, son," he said again turning back toward me. "Don't put off the important things. You'll regret it for the rest of your life. When I was young, I failed to say those very special words to someone who was really important to me. I had the chance to do it several times, but it never happened. I feel like I was such a coward. I've regretted it ever since. I'm certain that my life would have turned out very differently if I had."

"That's right," I boldly said. "I'm glad you didn't."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because, if you had, you probably wouldn't have married Mom and I would never have been born and I would never have met Wes," I explained.

"I see your point," Dad laughed again. "Please don't misunderstand me. I do love you, Seth. More than you know. I love your mother too. I'm sorry if I seem to be all wrapped up in myself. I've lived a lifetime filled with regret and feelings of cowardice for not being honest with everyone about who I really was. But when it comes to loving you and your mother, I don't regret even a single day. Regret is a tricky thing. You can drive yourself crazy asking yourself, `what if'. You'll never know the answer to that question if you let the opportunity slip through your fingers. Sometimes, opportunity only knocks once and you've got to grab it with both hands and hold on to it for dear life!"

He hugged me again and this time, I hugged my father like I hadn't done since I was a child. We held each other for a moment as we bonded on several levels. He released me and I looked at him for a moment.

"I love you Dad," I said.

"I love you too, Son," he said as he gave me a quick squeeze. "Don't ever doubt that for a second, deal?"

"Deal," I said whole heartedly. "And next time I tell you something, believe me, okay."

"Okay. I'm sorry about that. Now, I think it's about time that you go find Wesley, wherever he is, and tell him that you love him too before you miss your opportunity and regret it, forever."

"Thanks Dad, I think I will," I said. "So, are we okay about all this now?" I asked.

"Yeah, we're okay," he said. "I just don't know how I'm going to explain all this to your mother."

I hadn't thought about that at all. I wasn't worried though, I had Dad on my side and if she accused him of turning me gay, then he had me on his side. It was like I was seeing him in a whole new light. He was a different person from the man who had driven us here. It's amazing how all that seemed like a lifetime ago already.

I exited Dad's tent and went back to my own so I could keep an eye out for Wes. I was hoping I might catch him as he returned from gathering wood for the fire rings. A few minutes later, Wes passed my tent carrying an arm full of sticks, twigs and branches that he had collected.

"Hey Wes!" I shouted out as he walked past my tent.

He almost didn't stop. He took three more steps and then turned with attitude.

"What?" he said dryly.

"Come here, I want to tell you something!" I ordered.

He took three steps toward me and stopped again.

"What?" he asked with growing impatience.

"Wesley Hauser... I love you!" I said as sweetly as I knew how to.

"You can see that I'm carrying this big heavy load of firewood and you stopped me so you could tell me that you lo..." Wes suddenly realized what I said and froze. "What did you say?"

"Wesley Hauser... I said, `I love you'!" I repeated with even more emotion.

Wes dropped the firewood he had been collecting all morning and let it fall to the ground in one big heap. Then he raced over to me to hug me. He almost tripped over the firewood trying to make his way to me. Even though I was slightly taller than him, he managed to lift me up off my feet as he spun me around like they do in the movies.

"I love you too, Seth Morgan," Wes cooed. "I was beginning to think that maybe you didn't. I thought maybe you really were just trying to get back at your dad and using me to do it with."

"Then let me say it again. I love you Wes." Then I raised my arms to the cloudless, azure blue sky and shouted, "I Love Wesley Hauser And I Don't Care Who Knows It!"

"Oh god, I'm so happy! I love you Seth," he said as he started to get choked up. "I love you, I love you... I love you!"

Then I saw tears trickle down his cheeks. I recognized the genuine look of love in his face. I burst into a smile that emanated from deep inside me. Just as both our dads had told me, he really was a tender hearted soul. I could not help getting immersed in an indescribable feeling of love as my own heart soared.

"Wait," I said. "Let's not get all mushy about this now!"

"Right," Wes agreed. "Let's get control of ourselves."

We both straightened up and acted like we were shaking it off. A few seconds later, we busted out laughing like a couple of school girls that had gotten all titillated and hot. Then we lost all control as we giggled and twirled around, embarrassing ourselves silly.

"I love you Wes," I whispered under my breath.

"I love you Seth," he softly murmured.

"I love you Wes," I repeated in a breathy silence as we started leaning in towards one another.

"I love you Seth," he repeated back as his lips pursed and quivered.

We drew closer and closer together as we continued to profess our love to each other, over and over. The closer we got, the more quietly and intimately we whispered. The only reason we were able to stop ourselves from making total fools of ourselves at all was because, once we got close enough, our lips touched.

We made physical contact so gently that I could swear I saw sparks fly out from between the corners of our mouths. It was like two high voltage live wires converging together. A moment later, we deployed our tongues and the erotic sensation that coursed through me caused me to pop another boner. This was all the proof I needed. I was in love and there was no longer any doubt about it as the last remnants of uncertainty got swept away.

This new development changed everything. There was no longer any other place in the world I wanted to be but at Wes's side, wherever that might be. The idea of living `fifty-fifty' between Mom and Dad didn't seem like such a feasible option anymore. But that made me start feeling guilty. It wasn't right to punish Mom over me being gay and being in love with Wes. I suddenly got a small taste of what Dad had struggled with in his life for so many years. I felt for him as I realized we finally shared something in common.

Once Wes and I broke our embrace, I felt like a new person.

"Wes," I said softly. "I have a question?"


"If our dads do get together and we come to live with you guys, my Mom won't hardly see me anymore and I'm feeling kind of guilty about choosing sides. Remember, it was you who said `don't choose sides'. I don't want to abandon her like that."

I hesitated over what I was about to ask. It would truly test his love for me, and if the answer was `no', I didn't know if I could deal with it. After all, I was only trying to be thoughtful for everyone involved.

"Sure," he smiled kindly and understandingly. "If Dad's okay with it and your mom isn't all weirded out by it, then I'll do anything it takes to be with you."

"Wait. I didn't even ask..."

He pressed his finger to my lips. "I know. You were going to ask if I'd be willing to go live half the time at your mom's place with you."

My heart almost burst out of my chest with joy.

"You are so incredibly brilliant," I said, holding back the tears. "Have I told you how much I love you? Because I really, really do love you and I'm never going to stop saying it."

I hugged him so hard that we both had trouble breathing. I was on fire from head to toe. My dick was twitching and jumping underneath my shorts and my first thought was to throw off all my clothes and then oblige Wes to get out of his. I took Wes by the hand and pulled him into my tent and did just that.

Wes had the same idea and we clumsily undressed each other in a race to get naked. We dropped to the floor and spread out over the top of my sleeping bag. I turned face up, and Wes positioned himself on top of me. Our mutual body parts were all lined up together, feet to feet, chest to chest and most importantly, cock to cock. Wes's body weight on top of mine made our boners grind together in the most erotic way. It felt so totally awesome that I started heaving my hips into Wes and he started doing the same to me.

The cool summer morning gave way to a warmer afternoon as the sun climbed higher in the sky. Our bodies started to get sweaty as the temperature inside the tent began to rise. We pushed our boners even more fanatically into each other's pubic regions as our passion rose to a fever pitch. The sweat that built up between us took on the elusive quality of a lubricant. It was as if we had been oiled down with sensuous massage oil from top to bottom. The sweatier we got, the more we were able to rub our bodies together, stimulating every inch of skin we could wiggle together. Again, Wes was schooling me in yet another new way to express our love that I've never experienced before. What we were doing felt so amazing that I started to feel myself get close to a pop-off. I felt my sperm inch closer to the edge of an explosive climax with each thrust of my hips into Wes's. In a sense, our trapped boners were stimulating each other as they got squeezed and rubbed together between our bodies in a kind of hands free orgasm.

Wes's breathing increased and he threw his head back. Beads of sweat began to roll down his forehead as he drove his hips into me with all his might. I felt his cock swell and twitch as he released a warm stream of cum that spread across our crotches and stomachs, making everything feel hot, slippery and super sensitive. Wes had now supplied me with the most wild and climactic lube known to nature. It caused my own cock to swell, making my orgasm climb and teeter on an epic explosion that would thrust me beyond my wildest expectations. My body was on overload. So much more than just my cock was being stimulated.

Wes continued to lovingly grind his body against mine knowing that I was already on the trail of a blissful summit. My arms, legs, thighs, chest, hips and even balls were alive from the most erotic skin on skin contact I've ever known. We were making -- beautiful, erotic, emotionally powerful and unbelievably pure -- love! I nearly lost consciousness as my orgasm surged up through my tubes and vesicles. My balls pulled up tightly against my body and a sudden drive of seminal fluids shot out of my cock with enormous force, mixing with Wes's earlier deposit, adding even more lube to my oversensitive dick. My entire body jerked and shuddered wildly out of control as my captive cock continued to get stimulated between our two bodies.

"Oh my god, Wes!" I cried out. "Oh my god, it's so good!"

As my cock spurted out the last of my stellar load, the electric tingles of my overwhelming afterglow sent me into another world. The experience was so intense, the only thing I could compare it to in my mind was the birth of the universe.

Once both of us recovered from our celestial encounter, we cleaned each other up using our underwear and t-shirts, forgetting what was in Wes's little black bag. I slid down and licked the sticky parts and then tenderly wiped what little remained. Wes moaned with pleasure each time my tongue made a slow path along his dick and balls. He swung around and did a similar sensual cleanup on me.

"Nice," I muttered. "Once we start living together, we can shower `together' as often as we like to get ourselves clean. It'll be so bitchin'."

"I kind of like doing it this way," he grinned. Then he showed me what he was talking about.

He looked up at me and then sucked my left ball into his mouth.

"I have to agree," I told him. "This is a pretty bomb way to get cleaned up."

Wes cupped his hands over his mouth and mimicked a loud speaker.

"Cleanup on aisle `69'," he winked and we both busted up laughing.

"Have I ever told you that your jokes are lame?"

"Maybe, once or twice," he said with a grin.

"Well then, have I told you how much I love those lame-ass jokes?"

"Nope," he said as he drew my other ball into his mouth.

"Well, I do. I love your jokes, your smile, your brilliant ideas, your `out there' personality, your... umm, oh yeah, and your big dick. You know, the one that's one inch bigger than mine."

Then I took his limp dick and sucked it into my mouth. I held it there until he started to plump back up. Then I slipped it out and gently wiped it dry. My right ball plopped out of Wes's mouth as I pulled him back up around so we could kiss each other. We cuddled and kissed and cooed in our glorious afterglow.

After about twenty minutes of glowing together, we reluctantly got dressed. I loaned him a pair of my clean boxers and a t-shirt since his were now soiled with our love stains.

We had both worked up quite an appetite and were ready for a very late breakfast. As we slipped out of my tent, I zipped up the flap and fly and helped Wes pick up and carry the firewood he had worked all morning to collect that was still in a heap outside my tent. After we carried it all the way to the firewood bin by the fire rings, we made a beeline for the food, still being as silly and carefree as can be. Now that we were both love-struck with each other, we were being a little too openly gay and obvious.

From a distance, we could see that neither one of our dads was outside their tents, so we didn't really know where they were. I expected to see both our dads back in their familiar place, sitting together in front of my dad's tent, talking away in their folding chairs and enjoying each other's company, but they were not. I remember how that freaked me out last time. After I'd talked with my dad and Henry, I knew that at least we weren't going to be going home early even though my dad still believed this weekend had ended in epic failure. I'm sure it hadn't gone the way he had planned for it to go in his mind, but the way I saw it, everything that happened, happened just the way it was meant to.

Dad and Henry heard Wes and I laughing and carrying on like a couple of girls as we got closer to my dad's tent. Our loud commotion alerted them to our approach and they quickly scrambled together and crawled out from my dad's tent, pretending to drag the ice chest outside with them. The two of them had a glow about them that was suspiciously similar to the glow that Wes and I were enjoying at that very moment. When we all got close enough to each other, the four of us were all glowing at once like the `Aurora Borealis'.

End of Chapter #6

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