Date: Sat, 20 Mar 2004 23:51:03 EST
From: KissAndCuddleGem@aol.com
Subject: DAD'S JUST DESSERTS (Installment 21)

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 opened his eyes and now was staring at his father in disbelief,
amazed that he was still going strong even after a seemingly endless period
of time had elapsed.  Ron's heavy panting had subsided a bit.  He was
kissing Casey and in between the kisses sucking on Casey's nipples.  Casey
was lying in a shallow pool of water, remnants of the shower spray.  He was
very much haunted by his dad's whispered words to him a mere moment or two
ago: "I love you, Casey, I love you...you are mine, forever and ever and
ever...."  He felt disconnected from what was happening, yet, at the same
time, physically, he was fully hard, fully aroused, as a result of his dad
kissing and licking him all over every single part of his body.  He was
aware that his dad was not really considering his feelings at all at this
time, simply taking him for granted.

Ron was resuming the powerful thrusting within Casey's inner sanctum.
Casey felt his dad caressing his buns now.  Casey was now looking into his
father's eyes, as Ron continued to thrust in and out, though never all the
way out, of Casey's sweet hole.  Ron's chest heaved lustily against Casey's
upper torso.  Casey felt considerably drowsy and spent; he tried valiantly
to fight it, but in a matter of seconds found himself drifting off into a
pretty peaceful sleep.  He began to dream of his beautiful mother, whom his
dad relished in lovingly calling his "sweet Gracie", though in his dream
his mother had taken on the form of an angel and he stood before her in
silence wondering whether he was indeed in heaven.

Ryan, meanwhile, back in Milan, was still staring at a ladies scarf with an
embroidered in gold "G" initial monogram; and, after a few more minutes of
this, abruptly shook his new lover, Richard, confronting him.  Richard,
stirred about, a bit groggy from his sleep and was trying his best to focus
on Ryan.

"Richard, you must tell me the truth.  If you ever want me in your arms
ever again, you must tell me the truth and you must tell it to me now.  I
recognize this garment, it belongs to Casey's mom, Gracie.  Have you done
something to Gracie?"

Richard looked down to the floor.  Ryan knew what this meant, though he
pressed on with his questioning until Richard had confessed all.  There was
a part of Ryan that simply did not want to believe what he was hearing,
that did not want to accept what he was hearing.  Yet he was awakening,
slowly but surely, to a sinister reality about Richard.  Armed with the
knowledge as to Gracie's whereabouts and the fact that she may still be
alive, he knew that he had to leave Italy as soon as possible and hightail
it back to the States.

Richard pleaded desperately with Ryan: "Ryan, wait, wait, please, I know
that I should not have done what I did.  You might never believe me.  But I
want you to know that I love you, I truly love you, I realized this while
we were making love.  Please don't leave me, I'll do anything to make this
right, please, there must be something I can do."

Ryan was about to reply to this plea.  Yet before he could, something
unexpected occured.  Richard became totally immersed with passion and lust.
He grabbed Ryan by the waist and pulled him downward onto the bed.  Then he
straddled Ryan's chest.  Ryan, in turn, was pounding on Richard's bare
pecs, shouted at the top of his lungs: "No, stop, I don't love you!  I love
Casey still, I don't love you, I don't love you!!"  Richard then pinned
down Casey's hands above his head to stop Casey's relentleness lunging at
him.  He began to kiss Ryan, though not forcefully, tenderly.  Something
inside Ryan was making Ryan give in; and he began to return Richard's
kisses.  Richard pulled down Ryan's briefs in a gesture of triumph; and
immediately brought them to his lips and inhaled the smell exuding from
their interior.

Casey had been lovingly dried off by his dad; and was now in his dad's
arms, in his dad's bed, once again.  Casey was now dreaming about confiding
in his dad that he and his cousin were lovers, though in reality this would
not happen until a bit more time had passed.  Ron was thinking to himself
that if Casey did not love him in the way that he loved Casey, he would do
everything in his power to make Casey feel the same way about him.  He
tightened his grip around Casey's waist and kissed Casey sweetly on the
shoulder.  Then he gave in to the callings of sleep, smiling as he drifted
off, immensely pleased at the day's events.

With Ryan's returning to the States more doubtful than ever, Casey was
presently very much vulnerable to forces not within his control.  Casey was
serenely asleep, his chest rising slightly up and down in harmony with the
breeze from the bedroom ceiling fan.  All, for the moment, was calm, all
was seemingly right.