Date: Fri, 9 Sep 2005 21:36:28 -0700 (PDT) From: Alex M Subject: A Father's Love - Chapter 12 A Father's Love Chapter 12 By Alex M Tyler couldn't believe how much his dad had just spent on clothes for him. He was wearing a new set of clothes that weren't too different from what David had on. "I don't think I've ever worn anything this nice before, really! These clothes are awesome!" Tyler said as they walked back to the car. "You're welcome!" David said beaming. "That's a good enough start for tonight. We can get more stuff later- after dinner." He said winking at Tyler. Tyler looked again in his bag that held another pair of pants and two more shirts. For the time being, he wasn't worrying about "the talk" or anything like that. He was having fun with David again. David made a quick call to the restaurant to let them know he was on his way and asked to be seated at one of Brandon's tables if possible. "Do you go there very often?" Tyler asked as David was hanging up the phone. "Actually, last night was only the second time that I had ever been there. One of Russell's friends is a part owner there and that's how I heard about it" David said, "plus, they always sneak me in if there is a wait; one of the benefits of knowing the owner." After just a few minutes they pulled up in front of the restaurant and David gave the keys to the valet and they walked inside. The hostess recognized them from last night and said, "Right this way Mr. Carden, we have your table ready for you." As they were being seated Brandon came over again looking thrilled to see them again. With him he already had water for Tyler and David, Tyler's without ice of course. "I wasn't thinking I'd have the luck of seeing you guys again so soon!" Brandon said with a very sincere smile on his face. "Well I don't think that anything could have possibly made dinner last night any better, and I wanted to see if lightning would strike twice." David replied as Tyler scooted next to him. "I certainly hope it will" Brandon said clasping his hands together in front of him, "I understand that Russell has arranged your menu again tonight if that is okay with you. And would you like anything to drink tonight?" he said looking first to David and then to Tyler. Tyler asked for a virgin mudslide and David got a Long Island ice tea. Dinner was close behind the drinks and again just as the night before, Russell had picked a delicious meal. Father and son took their time in eating their dinner, enjoying the view they had of being able to look out over the rest of the restaurant from their booth in the corner of the dinning room. David was enjoying the slight buzz that he was getting from his drink as Tyler was savoring how creamy and smooth the milkshake was. Tyler's knee was up against David's leg almost constantly as they ate and David had given up with trying to keep his hardon down somewhere between the appetizer and the salad. With as low as the ambient lighting was, he had no fear of Tyler seeing how hard he was, and at this point he probably wouldn't have cared even if they were at Denny's. Dinner lasted much longer than before and with the third 'iced tea' in front of him, David called Chip's pager to see if he would be able to come drive him and Tyler home. <><> David and Tyler walked into the house as Chip drove away and were both showing the signs of being tired. Once inside they climbed the stairs and started getting ready for bed. Tyler was not looking forward to spending the night in his room all alone nor was he even considering going to his dad's room again. He instead just brushed his teeth and got ready for bed, stripped down to his boxers and climbed onto the mattress. Just a moment after he had pulled the sheet over himself he heard a knock at the door. David poked his head in and told Tyler good night. He could tell that his dad was still feeling the effects of the alcohol, as his speech was a little slurred. "Good night dad" Tyler replied. He didn't say anything else out of fear that it would lead to a conversation about what happened that morning. In the back of his mind Tyler hoped that tomorrow his dad might not want to even bring it up. David closed the door to Tyler's room and walked back to his own bed forgetting to close his bedroom door. He stripped completely naked as he walked back to his bed and fell back landing sideways on it with his feet hanging over the side. David always got hard when he was drunk and tonight was no exception. As he lay in the dark he lifted his arms over his head and stretched his chest he could feel his cock grow without having laid a finger on it. As he was drifting off to sleep he began thinking about Tyler. He reached down and wrapped his fingers around his shaft giving it a few squeezes as he fell asleep. <><> Tyler lay wide awake staring at the ceiling long after his dad had closed the door. The room was completely dark except for the moonlight coming in through the windows. The gray, lifeless glow seemed to make everything in the room look two dimensional. The walls and ceiling looked like they were closing in and at the same time as if they were rushing away from him into oblivion. Tyler held the sheet up over his chest as he felt his heart beating faster. His breath seemed to be drawn out of his chest and sucked into the monotone shadows in the room; the gray hue that blanketed the soft and warm colors that were there in the daylight. He had never had a panic attack before but unbeknownst to him, he was about to experience one. For no reason whatsoever he felt completely alone and isolated. His dad had left him; he was sure of it. He was sure that he was going to be sent away but it had nothing to do with the events of that morning. He didn't know why but he was quickly becoming so worked up about seemly nothing that he was almost on the verge of tears. The room continued to expand making Tyler feel as though he were shrinking into nothingness; as though he were being absorbed by the shadows that stretched all around him. He could hardly breathe, tears welled up in his eyes and he broke out into a cold sweat. He didn't know what to do; he didn't know what was wrong. Looking out of the window that seemed to be such a great distance further from his bed than it was that afternoon and his fear exploded when he saw a black form fly past the window. The harmless bat that chased a bug past the window had no idea what it had triggered in Tyler's mind. Tyler gasped and pulled the sheet tight up to his neck and slammed his eyes closed. Tyler screamed "DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD". <><> David had been in the deepest reaches of his inebriated slumber when he awoke to the most terrified scream he had ever heard. "TYLER" he shouted. In an instant he was on his feet racing to the door. He didn't even fully realize that it was coming from Tyler's room but in seconds he flew through both doors almost knocking Tyler's door off its hinges. His flipped the light on and all but dove to the side of his little boy's bed, landing hard on his knees with his arms stretched out over the sheet to Tyler's body. He saw a look on Tyler's face that he had never seen on anyone before, his hair was wet with sweat, face as pale as a porcelain doll and his knuckles clenching the sheet so tightly that they had turned white. Tyler scrambled across the large bed to his father's open arms and wrapped his arms around him as he all but climbed his dad's torso. David wrapped his arms around his body completely confused as to what was happening. He stood up as Tyler's arms nearly strangled him and his legs wrapped around his sides. He pulled his son as tightly to his body as he could and tried calming him down. "Tyler, what's wrong? Its okay, its okay, Shhhhhhhhhh" David said into Tyler's ear as he twisted back and forth, rubbing his boy's back. Tyler's sniffling and hard breathing was strong competition but eventually David's soothing voice seemed to reach through to Tyler as he began coming back to reality. David realized he wasn't wearing anything and to avoid being caught in the buff again he carried Tyler back into his room where the light was still off. He kicked the door shut as he walked in and sat down on his bed with Tyler on his lap. Tyler was silent now as David rocked back and forth softly talking to Tyler saying "its okay" over and over as he stroked his back. He felt Tyler's skin begin to goose bump from the sweat so, with a good yank, he pulled the top sheet off the bed, un-tucking it from the mattress and wrapped it around Tyler's back. He sat back further on the bed and leaned over effectively laying them both on their sides as well as covering his body from ribs to knees with the trailing end of the sheet. "Tyler, please say something" David pleaded. "What's wrong?" Unsure of how to answer Tyler could simply reply with "I don't know." Father and son laid there for quite some time as Tyler regained control of his senses. David put his chin on the top of Tyler's head and continued to rub his hand up and down the sheet cloaked form of his son's body. "I don't know what just happened" Tyler said breaking the silence. "One second I was fine and the next I couldn't breathe." "Everything is okay Ty, I'm not going anywhere" David said, not realizing that it was that fear that was at the center of Tyler's anxiety. At hearing that, something in Tyler's unconscious was triggered. In moments he was resting again; closing his eyes and feeling the warmth radiating off of his dad's chest against his face. As hard as he was fighting it, David was having a very hard time keeping his eyes open. Just ten minutes ago he was ripped awake by a screaming fourteen year old and now he was as silent as a mouse. He stopped fighting it and let his eyes close, and as he did he could feel Tyler's breath slowing down. They were soon falling asleep; a father with his son pulled tight to his chest. <><> Chip drove back home where he had left Asher sleeping on the couch. As he was parking the car he could see the light still left on in the window. He quietly opened the door after climbing to the third floor and sneaked past his sleeping boyfriend into the bathroom. Closing the door, he started a bath in the large tub. Ever since he had moved into his apartment after getting hired by David, he'd wanted to see how comfortably two people really could be in his tub. He tiptoed around the apartment grabbing a few candles to try and make it romantic. Now while he couldn't find anything to make the bath more fragrant, he did discover that head and shoulders shampoo makes a lot of bubbles and the cologne that he wore that Asher loved would have to do. The water was nearly halfway up the side so Chip turned off the light in the bathroom as well as out in the living room and after giving his eyes a moment to adjust, took his clothes off again and sat on the floor in front of the couch. Hoping to wake Asher up in the most romantic way he could think of, he leaned forward and gently kissed him on the lips. He held the kiss for a couple of seconds with no success. He kissed him again, with a little more force but he still did not stir. Chip laughed a little to him self and put his hand up on Asher's knee and slowly started sliding his hand up his leg, to his hip and up to his shoulder before giving up and giving Asher a shake. "Come here- I have a surprise for you" he said as he pulled a bit on Asher's hand. Asher's left eye opened halfway for exactly one second before snapping back shut which was followed by a completely indiscernible grunt. Chip laughed and again made an attempt to get him sitting upright. When Asher re-opened his eyes and saw that the lights were off and Chip was naked his interest was piqued making his mind wake up a little faster. He could hear the schmaltzy tunes of Kenny G's saxophone coming out of the bathroom, which was gently glowing from the candlelight. "Kenny G?" he said in a slightly teasing tone, "I didn't think anybody played Kenny G. anymore." To which Chip laughed. "This is as close as I get to being romantic- grin and bear it" he said standing up while pulling Asher to his feet. They hugged, pressing their naked bodies together as Asher's arms went up over Chip's shoulders while Chip's went south and caressed Asher's bare butt. They walked to the bathroom hand in hand with Asher's head on Chip's shoulder. As they walked in, Asher was the first to climb in sitting at one end of the tub. When he got comfortable he looked up and saw first, Chip's semi-hardon slowly rising and then up to Chip's face across which was a sexy suggestive smile. "What?" Asher asked in a playful tone. "I can't help it, you bent over in front of me," He said with a sly grin. "And you being down there are just about the right height isn't helping." "Just get in here," Asher said splashing a bit of water up at Chip. He climbed in and after a couple minutes of getting arms and legs sorted out, both men lay back against opposite ends of the tub with each other's feet on the other's chest. Chip slid down an inch at a time until he could feel the underside of Asher's legs. Reaching between their legs, they restfully and playfully rubbed each other's fingers, dicks and thighs. After a half an hour, as the water temperature started to drop, Chip and Asher took a quick shower to rinse off. Both of them were nearly asleep as they walked to bed, climbed in and were quickly sound asleep. <><> As the streaks of moonlight peered through the blinds, Tyler began to wake up. As he opened his eyes, he couldn't see much of anything except an expanse of dark hair spread across the chest of his father. His forehead was gently pressed against his dad's sternum and he could feel David's chin on the top of his head. David's heavy arm was draped over his shoulder and the other under his neck as though they had fallen asleep in the middle of a hug. As Tyler's senses turned on one by one he could tell that his arms were rather uncomfortably entangled in the sheet which was wrapped around him. He slowly worked one arm free as he unwrapped it from the last tail of the sheet he brought it in front of himself and very gently laid the backs of his fingers against David's chest. Very slowly, he rubbed his knuckles across the groove between his dad's pectoral muscles. As he watched the hairs slide between his fingers he took a deep breath and closed his eyes as he savored the scent of his sleeping dad. He couldn't think of a way to describe it but the combination of David's deodorant, soap and a few hours of sleep was the best smell he could ever remember experiencing. The more he woke up, the more he realized the positions they in which they had fallen asleep. Tyler's knees were partway pulled up to his chest, leaving his shins resting on David's thighs. His knees were pressed up against David's waist-line and that is when Tyler noticed that his dad's treasure-trail did not lead into a pair of shorts or boxers or even a towel. This time it disappeared under a loosely draped sheet. For several minutes Tyler's hand did not move away from the gentle path his knuckes were making through his father's chest hair. As he continued to watch the subtle movements his father's stomach was making as he would breath, his eyes gazed at the edge of the sheet as though, with the power of a stare, he would be able to move it. An eternity passed when Tyler let his hand drift lower. Just below David's pectorals he began tracing a line with his fingers at the groves made by his ribs. Tyler would start in the middle and with his index finger, he slid it along the grove until it would reach his side. At which pint he would bring his finger back to the middle and starting one rib lower, would trace the next rib lower. He noticed that David's chest was heaving a little more with each rib he explored and as he reached the bottom rib, goose bumps were forming across David's stomach and sides. He touched his fingertips to the centerline of hair that would eventually lead to his father's pubic hair and as though his hand were acting of its own accord, he saw his fingers slip a fraction of an inch below the sheet. He held his hand still for a moment before continuing. He did not have to go far before he felt that for which he was hoping. Biting his lower lip he pealed back the sheet and there before him, in complete unobstructed view was the engorged head of his father's cock. Again he froze, double checking to make sure the rhythm of David's breathing had not changed. He stared at the gently pulsing head only inches away from him and his mouth began to water. He took his hand and wrapped it completely around the swollen shaft and immediately felt it respond. A single strong throb was all Tyler needed to feel to make him want more. He rubbed his hand across the head, amazed at hour hard and smooth it was while the shaft was like velvet. He brought his hand up to his mouth and smelled his fingers, giving them a lick he smeared the head with his saliva and fell even more in love with it seeing it shine. He had looked at porn before and right now knew that he wanted to feel it in his mouth. He squeezed the head again and as he released his hand, a drop of precum formed at the slit. Tyler wiped it up with his finger and in a heartbeat was smearing it on his tongue. He was instantly intoxicated with the flavor. The whole situation had his young mind spinning. He continued to rub and stroke David's cock but was not satisfied with only being able to use one hand. He tried to free his other hand but in doing so was afraid he would wake his dad. An idea popped into his head which seemed almost foolproof. He rolled away from his dad and without looking back; he walked into the bathroom and began to close the door. He was sure that all the movement that he had just created would surely wake up David so by going to the bathroom, it would seem completely benign. Once inside he turned his head and peaking out of the crack of the door, he saw David roll over onto his back, pulling the sheet up over himself. Tyler was instantly hard seeing the tent under the sheet. He waited for a few minutes to make sure that David had enough time to fall back asleep before coming out of the bathroom. As he tiptoed across the floor, he approached the bed with a lump in his throat and a marching band pounding in his chest. He crawled up onto the bed and slowly scooted up to his dad's right side and planted himself in between his chest and arm which was still sticking out from his side. His eyes traveled down David's chest followed shortly by his hand. Tyler very slowly pushed the sheet down past his chest, past David's belly button and soon felt David's pubic hair against his thumb. **As always guys, I'd love to hear your thoughts. almoll78@yahoo.com**