Date: Thu, 25 Mar 2004 15:56:43 EST
From: KissAndCuddleGem@aol.com
Subject: DAD'S JUST DESSERTS (INSTALLMENT 23)

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.

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Ron still kept his cock softly nestled between Casey's baby soft ass
cheeks.  He repeated: "I love you, Casey, I love you."  Ron tightly wrapped
his loving arms around Casey's waist and was very much enjoying snuggling
with him.  Not getting any response from Casey, he took Casey's chin in the
palm of his hand and gently turned his head so that the two made direct eye
contact with one another; and then continued: "Do you love me, Casey baby?"

Casey, who at this time was feeling a mixture of guilt and shame, almost
was at a loss for words.  Finally, after the longest pause, he responded:
"Well, what about Mom?  Don't you still love Mom?"

Suddenly, Ron understood; and, as if awakening from a deep slumber, added:
"Casey, I now see what all of this is about.  It certainly is
understandable that you would feel some guilt about your mother, with us
becoming so close and with all we have shared.  But, for all we know, she
is gone for good.  So why can't we just focus on our own happiness together
and enjoy it?"

"Come on Casey, we will talk things through after breakfast.  We will work
things out, I know how you feel about me, Casey, I can feel it.  What we
have together is very real, truly real and extremely special."

Ron began to gently massage and caress Casey's chest, gingerly gliding his
hands up and down the full length of Casey's torso.  Casey sighed.  There
was so much bottled inside Casey, so much emotion, so many things he wanted
to say to his dad.  Yet, ultimately, Casey, at least for now, gave in,
agreeing in his mind with his dad that things could be put at least for now
on hold.

Casey could feel it in his gut that his mother was alive, still alive,
somewhere.  He prayed that wherever she was, she was safe, she was whole.
Ron began to tickle Casey, focusing on his pits, a particularly ticklish
area for Casey.  Casey began to giggle; and thoughts of his mother floated
away from his awareness.

On the west coast, a strikingly much more serious scene was taking place in
an administrator's office of a renowned mental institution.  Ryan and
Richard were seated in front of an austere mahogany desk, staring in
disbelief at Mr. Riley, a salt-and-pepper-haired man with somber eyes
peering over bifocals.

"What on earth are you saying?  Are we to understand...?", Richard finally,
after struggling to get the words out, questioned.

"Yes, I am afraid so.  By the way, we greatly are honored for your support
in making the Richard Chamber Senior Memorial wing possible.  Without your
generous donation, this project would have been decades down the road at
best before becoming reality.", Mr. Riley babbled on.

"Wait a minute, just repeat what you said earlier, please.  I just don't
believe it.", Ryan interrupted.

"Well, there really is no other way to say it that to just say it.  Yes,
Miss Grace has vanished, simply vanished, the only thing left she left
behind is the "G"-engraved charm that she likely lost somehow in her
haste."

Richard and Ryan stared blankly at the piece of lustrous jewelry.

"Yes, but how could this have happend?  Isn't this a secure facility?",
Richard screeched in a demanding tone.

"Mister Chambers, we know very little, though I assure you there will be a
complete investigation.  The orderly that discovered the disappearance, we
call him Freddy, has regretfully had to be sedated after his discovery.  We
don't think he has anything to do with Miss Grace being missing, the poor
thing is just a bundle of nerves right now."

Ryan, explaining his relationship to Miss Grace, assured the administrator
that he would return the charm directly to her son.

Ryan took Richard's hand and mumbled, barely audibly: "Well, at least
Casey's mom is still likely alive somewhere, I knew that turbulence on the
plane was not at all a good omen."

Richard smiled at Ryan and found himself mesmerized by him, in many ways
Ryan reminded him of the Casey that he could not have as his.

Richard and Ryan thanked the administrator for his help; and, after leaving
a bit of green in his palm, had the administrator's word that the
authorities would not be brought into any of this.

"Well, I guess our next stop will be Brookhaven.  It's a longshot, but
maybe she...uhm... Grace, is headed back home.", Richard said comfortingly
to Ryan once clearly out of earshot of the institution's staff.

"Well, I am glad we are out of there regardless.  That looney bin was
giving me the creeps.  I wouldn't put it pass that Mr. Riley to dope us up,
just like he did to that poor orderly.", Ryan replied.

"Ryan, you have been watching one too many late-night horror movies!",
Richard remarked, laughing.  Then, when he saw that Ryan truly was upset,
he kissed him, and continued: "Don't worry, Ryan, I think we should get
going now, we will set things right sooner that way."

Richard used a few of his business contacts in the area to check to see if
there was any record of a Grace MIchaels having boarded a flight from any
of the local airports.  Before Richard and Ryan boarded their flight, they
had a bit of information as a result of this checking.  Ryan figured that
keeping their arrival a surprise for Casey was best.

Little did he know that, if Ryan walked in on the action in Ron's boudoir,
he would surely be the one surprised.

"Deeper, go deeper...", Casey panted.  "That feels oh so
goooooooooooooooood!"

Casey could feel Ron's sweat dripping down his back, he knew Ron was close.

"Oh, baby, hey, I am doing the best I can.  Give me a sec, your old man is
no teen after all."

Ron began to earnestly kiss and lick the nape of Casey's neck, thrusting in
deeper than ever before with a clean, smooth stroke that sent a surge
through his loins and undoubtedly through Casey.  Casey shivered, the light
sheet covering them was not loosely draped over their ankles; and the two
were very much in plain view.

Outside the Michaels residence, a taxicab had just quietly pulled up into
the driveway.

"Madam, I cannot accept this, it is much too generous.", the middle-aged
driver blurted out, his mouth agape at the bills thrust into his oily palm.

"Oh, I think you can and should, most definitely.  Just consider it an
early Christmas present from my mom.  Goodness knows, without Mama wiring
the money as she did, I'd never have been able to make it home."

The driver smiled and put the bills away; and sped away, more than likely
headed for the track.

"Well, I guess I'll just go next door and get the emergency key from
Mrs. Bradley.  No need disturbing Ron, I know how he loves to sleep late
Sunday morn'."

It does not really matter why things happen, sometimes they just seem to
happen.  Anyway, Ron and Casey could not have possibly foreseen this,
particularly with all of the time that had passed and nothing of substance
coming forth from the police investigation.  Ironically, Casey's intuition
about his mother being alive was very much on target.

Footsteps on stairs were very much drowned on by cries of orgasm emanating
from Casey.  Ron was very much in love and so absorbed in his intimacy with
Casey that he was pretty much floating away into spece in his mind.

A turn of the handle, a light creak of the door, a loud gasp from the
doorway.

Casey, now lying flat on his belly, raised his eyes and turned to the
entrance.

"Mom!  Oh, my God!", he screamed, and reflexively clawed at the bedding to
try to cover himself.

"Ron! ...ehr...what...."

Grace had passed out in the doorway.  What happened in the weeks and months
to follow was not very pleasant for all, to say the least.  It was very
much like history repeating itself, with definite similarity to the
incident of Ron's mom walking in on him and his dad, Jake, when Ron was
just a teen.  But Casey was an adult and an intelligent person with some
college education.  So, unlike his dad, who had no choice at the time, he
did have choice as to who to live with, what relationship to be in.

About six months after Gracie's homecoming, Ron had managed to get his life
in order and be true to himself and true to his heart.  He was now living
in a small condo on the other side of Brookhaven, the Michaels home having
been sold as the outcome of a recent court proceeding.

Ron was on the phone with a friend from high school.

"Yes, Alan, I still love Gracie, with all my heart.  But let's face it: She
is never going to forgive me, I'd rather not say what she saw exactly.
Trust me, it is just time for me to move on."

Ron hung up the phone and began fumbling around in the kitchen.  "Maybe I
should see someone again.", he muttered, alluding to his years of therapy
with Dr. Chambers.  He quickly turned off the oven; and very slowly, with
mitts on, took out a slightly overbaked apple pie from its interior.  The
pungent and inviting aroma of cinnamon and syrupy-sweet apples filled him
with a nice warm feeling inside.  Suddenly, Ron, seeing his reflection on
the oven surface, made a startling association: "Oh, my, what has happened?
I am now my dad!"  The thought filled him with disgust; and he quickly
banished the thought from his brain.

The doorbell rang; and Ron quickly composed himself.  His dad, the
entertainer, would have been quite proud of Ron and his "the show must go
on" attitude.

"Am I too late?", Casey sheepishly asked, grinning as he did so and looking
quite dapper.

"No, not at all, I'd say your timing is perfect, just perfect.", Ron
commented in response.

"Good, because when I heard that you were making lamb, my favorite, I just
could not resist.  I hope you have something really good planned for
dessert."

"Well, actually, I do have some...uhm...plans for...ehr...dessert, yes, oh,
yes.", Ron said coyly.  It was a bit up in the air as to whether Ron meant
the pie or Casey himself, though Ron's eyeing Casey up and down certainly
strongly hinted at the latter meaning.

"Casey, I do love you, you know that."

"There is something I want to say to you, I hope it is not too late: I love
you, too...uhm...Ron."

"Well, I am so choked up now, I did not expect to hear that, not tonight."

Casey's eyes welled up with tears, genuinely moved by his father's
reaction.

After a long pause, Casey interrupted: "Are they here yet?"

Casey was surprised when just as he said that, Ryan walked through the
doorway of the den followed by one other gent.

Casey smiled at the pair.  "Oh, I guess you have been here awhile.  I
understand you have some news."

Ryan nodded, his eye widening: "Casey, yes, I have some news and I
have...uhm...someone."

"Well, out with it, what is it, Ryan?"

Then, suddenly Casey made eye contact with the man with Ryan and recognized
him at last.

"You do remember Richard of course, right?"

Casey stood in response frozen in the moment, but managed to nod in
response.

Casey then stared at Ron, wondering if Ron knew just who was standing there
with Ryan.

"You do remember him, yes, I did not even have to ask...you do remember
him, indeed, Richard here....my...uhm...husband."

Casey felt the color draining from his cheeks.  But, after learning from
both Ryan and Ron how Richard was now truly a changed man, the evening
turned into something more pleasant.  Casey, towards the end of the eve,
managed to squeeze out that he wanted both Richard and Ryan to know that
they had his blessing and that he wished them both health and happiness.

Richard, upon hearing these good wishes from Casey, abruptly went out of
the living room and back into the den.  He sat down on the loveseat, bowed
his head, and clenched his hands into tight fists, vowing himself that Ryan
would never know that he was not well.

He returned to the room to rejoin the others just as Ron had finished
pouring out several glasses of port.  "Richard, your timing is perfect.  We
were hoping you would do the honors of taking care of the toast."

With glasses raised high, all eyes were now on Richard.

Richard forced a big smile, not wanting to let on at all as to his sad
truth; and very curtly said: "To love."

Casey and Ron clinked glasses with one another; and looking at each other
repeated the words, saying "Yes, to love" to each other.  Then Ryan went
over and gave Richard a very big hug, Ryan then clinking glasses with
Richard and echoing his sentiment: "To love."

 seemed so faraway to Casey at this time.  A few days follwing the dinner
party, Richard and Ryan returned to Richard's home there, returned as
newlyweds.  Casey realized that part of the key to happiness was being able
to be happy for others, to share in their happiness.  Also, for once, Casey
was truly learning to enjoy, to live in and focus on the present, the here
and now.  Casey knew that it was time to allow at least some things from
the family history to stay in the past.  Casey knew that he had made some
alarming discoveries about his family while in Maine.  But he also knew
that, upon returning from Maine, he had ultimately made one beautiful
discovery: love, the love between him and the one now his lover, his
soulmate, and, yes, also his dad.