Date: Thu, 4 Mar 2004 17:27:40 EST
From: KissAndCuddleGem@aol.com
Subject: DAD'S JUST DESSERTS (Installment 19)

This story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons
living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely
coincidental.

Moreover, none of the actions of the characters in this story is presented
with the intent to condone, approve, or sanction their behavior.

The above-expressed disclaimer also does apply to any and all installments
of this story, including those preceding and following this installment.

All questions and/or comments are welcome; and, if you wish to contact me,
please feel free to email me at: KissAndCuddleGem@AOL.COM; and I will most
definitely respond to email, as appropriate.


Casey was in shock.  He was in the moment, yet in many ways it felt as if
he were not even in touch with reality.  The warmth of the shower water as
it cascaded over him while he stood there in silence very much locked in
his dad's embrace was invigorating him and yet he did not feel awake, as if
really awake.

The food he had lovingly brought into his parents' bedroom had been
haphazardly devoured by the pair while immersed in lust; and now was simply
lying in the pit of Casey's gut as a reminder, a reminder of his further
loss of innocence.

Casey had wanted to confront his father, and, at one point even, while in
Maine, had been leaning toward condemning him.  Yet now images of a father
kissing him in lust while he was in infancy were replaced by these: images
of passionate man kissing him firmly and repeatedly and whispered: "Welcome
home, son" and then making love to him over and over and....

Ron, the dad, was now busily kissing Casey and licking the nape of his neck
in between passionate kisses.  While Casey was responding by kissing Ron
back and letting his tongue intertwine with Ron's, an alarming thought
suddenly intruded his consciousness: Would Ryan ever be able to forgive him
for this?

This thought was now making Casey shiver; and Ron was now getting very
turned on by what he perceived as Casey's excited nervousness.  Ron began
to lovingly caress Casey's buns.  He felt his member hardening, becoming
rock hard in a matter of seconds.  He gently eased Casey down to the shower
floor, while the water from the nozzle poured out full-force.  Casey's
limbs were clumsily tossed over Ron's shoulders, as Ron hastily pressed
into his inner sanctum and began to thrust in and out, though never all the
way out, of Casey's sweet hole.

Ron began to pant and in excitement shouted out: "I love you Casey, I love
you!!"

Well, where was Ryan anyway?  Were Casey's qualms about Ryan never joining
him justified?  Certainly, the jury was perhaps hung as to this one.  Yet,
the reality of things were that it definitely did not look good, for in a
place far, far removed from the quaint suburban charm of Brookhaven Ryan
was lying asleep on silk sheets as outside a window the patter of footsteps
of Milan's natives resounded during the tail of a post-midnight
celebration.  In moments he was rolling around these sheets, rolling around
in a sweaty heap of passion, rolling around with his lover, his Richard.

Yes, that Richard, indeed.  Richard, having vowed revenged against Casey
for rejecting him, had awakened to the reality that he was not going to be
able to get Casey back.  Ryan had ended up in Europe as a temporary ruse to
give Richard "the slip" as to Casey's true destination and Ryan and Casey's
true reunion plan.  The long and the short of it is that Richard, in his
mind, was taking Ryan permanently away from Casey as revenge for Casey's
mistreatment of him; and Ryan, while wise beyond his years, was little
match for Richard's powers of seduction.

Casey now had two things in his heart and mind, two very powerful forces at
work: one, the hate he felt towards his father and his grandfather for
passing on a most sordid family history of lust, incest, and violation to
him; and, two, the passion and closeness and also pleasure he experienced
as this incredible, caring man, though techically the one who sired him,
was earnestly making love to him.

Amid all the doubt of these circumstances, one thing was for certain: an
ironic truth, namely that Casey would be very much so from this time
forward his dad's "dessert".