Date: Tue, 16 Mar 2004 15:25:38 EST
From: KissAndCuddleGem@aol.com
Subject: DAD'S JUST DESSERTS (Installment 20)

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.

The warmth of the invigorating shower spraying about the stall certainly
was soothing.  But with the shower continuing to go full force, the only
thing Casey was absorbing was the staccato rhythm the acoustics of the
bathroom and pounding water provided.  Casey heard the echoes of his
moaning, his moaning in pleasure, bounce against the confines that he was
now almost one with.  Casey was looking up into his father's eyes, and he
was finding himself lost in their glistening pools.  He did not quite
understand why what was happening was happening, yet on some level he was
accepting that what was happening was fate, destiny, kismet, that is simply
meant to be.  Ron, his dad, was in full-swing, keeping his momentum and
going, even after ten minutes, still pretty strong.  He was powerfully
thrusting his pulsating member in and out, though never all the way out, of
Casey's delicate hole.  Sometimes in between the thrusts, he would pause
and kiss Casey, often turning a regular kiss into an open-mouthed kiss and
intertwining his teasing tongue with Casey's.

Ron had begun everything pretty gently.  Yet something had taken over
within him.  The passion he felt, yes, he was indeed very much in its
grips.  But it was something more than that as well: For Ron, he was
reliving what he had experienced with his own dad as a young boy.  He was
also responding to it in a sense: he was venting some of the suppressed
anger buried in his psyche; and at the same time "shouting out" that he was
the one now in power, now in control.  Still, Ron is by nature a tender
man; and though something savage had definitely been ignited within him, he
was still in his mind tenderly making love to Casey and was not aware of
his obliviousness to Casey's feelings.

Ron was panting heavily against Casey's chest.  There had already been
about three or four loads of his seed shot deep within Casey's inner
sanctum.  Ron, now bothered by the force of the now-cool shower spray,
reached up and turned off the shower control completely.  Casey closed his
eyes in the interim; and was listening to his dad whispering to him: "I
love you, Casey, I love you...you are mine, forever and ever and ever...."
He wondered again about Ryan: "Where was Ryan at this moment?" was one
question that was coming up in his mind.  His dad began to kiss and lick
him all over every single part of his body, even his most intimate parts;
and it seemed that the loving was never going to end.  What Ron could not
know is that, at this point, Casey in his mind was visualizing Ryan making
love to him.  He was physically lying on the cool tiled floor of the shower
stall, yet he was in his heart lying securely within the arms of his
beloved, in the embrace of his cousin and still back in Maine.

Ryan, meanwhile, back in Milan, was staring at a ladies scarf with an
embroidered in gold "G" initial monogram; and soon would be awakening to a
sinister reality about his new lover, his Richard.  The pendulum could
still swing either way as to him returning from Italy alone.  Certainly, if
he did indeed return, to what would he be returning to, with Casey so
"occupied"?