Date: Sun, 27 Apr 2003 17:28:10 EDT
From: KissAndCuddleGem@aol.com
Subject: Dad's Just Desserts (Installment 6)(by KissAndCuddleGem)

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 felt at that very moment like he just had to go for it and take the
risk.  But he also felt shockingly out-of-control; and was unable to curb
his innermost desires.  Oddly enough, at that very moment, the thought that
this was his cousin did not even enter his consciousness.  "Carpe diem,
seize the day...", he mused; and reached out his palms and gently cradled
Ryan's cheeks in his hands and then kissed him with full force on the lips,
continuing to kiss him very passionately and at times with his mouth open
for a full thirty seconds.  He was so involved in what he was doing that he
paid little heed to whether Ryan was reciprocating; and only remembers that
his cousin certain was in no way resisting.

But when it was over, Casey was apologetic and felt very uncomfortable.  At
one point, he even said to a dumbfounded Ryan: "If you want, I will pack
and leave right now.  I think I crossed the line, I mean you are my cousin;
and I don't even know your situation, I had no right...."

The kiss had been so passionate that a still very-much-surprised Ryan was
struggling to catch his breath.  Finally, he gasped: "Wait!...Let's not be
so hasty.  I mean I am unsure as to what is going on here exactly.  Still,
in truth, I don't want you to go.  Besides, I agreed that I would help you
with this mission of yours.  Anyway, if it does turn out that there is
something real between us, who is to say we cannot mix business with
pleasure."

Casey was almost in a state of euphoria: He quickly understood from this
reaction that regardless of what he was, this hot cousin of his definitely
was far from one hundred percent "straight".  Then, sort of as if the sky
above had just removed the clouds, he asked about what stunned him just a
few moments ago:

"Ryan, what do we do now?  I mean now that Dr. Chambers, the reason why I
came all the way to Maine, is gone."

"Well, it is a little complicated.  As I understand it, the cause of his
passing was just natural causes.  He was pretty up there age-wise.  In all
likelihood, the information you are after is still somehow available.  We
will just have to go a 'different route' after it."

"Different?  What do you mean", Casey questioned, genuinely in the dark.

"Well, Richard Chambers, Jr.; and hopefully, for us, he is still local."

"Do you know anything about him?"

"Very little, except that he and his namesake were always pretty much like
night and day, respectively.  John is gathering up information on 'sonny';
but it looks like we will be stuck with dealing with this 'bad boy'
regardless of whether we like it."

Casey was intrigued by all aspects of this latest development.  Meanwhile,
Ryan was finding himself more intrigued by Casey than the business at hand.
The phone rang; and it was John.  Ryan went over to Casey; and let him know
very quietly that in about an hour, they would be meeting with John at a
nearby bistro for lunch and to discuss what John learned.  Ryan added when
he saw the perplexed look on Casey's face: "Look, we can undress...I mean
we can address the other stuff later."  Casey knew what his cousin meant,
very much so; and was tickled by him becoming beet red after this Freudian
slip.  Also, he thought that regardless of whether it proved fruitful as to
his mission, John would at least provide a distraction that would keep him
from staring at his cousin in a way he no longer felt comfortable about
right now.

Ryan felt more comfortable with questioning John first during the lunch.
Ultimately, it was decided that the son. Richard, was the sole option; and
that even though he had a well-earned reputation as a sleazy. despicable
character who was a user and more or less a loser, he was known to be
bi-curious and that was something perhaps all three of them could use to
their advantage.  Casey was noting that John was several years older than
the pair; and later learned that John was actually a family friend and a
former business partner of Uncle Don.  He thought that the guy was kind of
sexy, but more in the way of Tom Selleck than of some younger hunk; and
really did like the bushy look of his long, grey sideburns.  He licked his
lips and teasingly winked at John, naughtily thinking this: that if cuz
were unavailable for all intents and purposes, perhaps he should consider
"other options".

Ryan had some errands to do, or so he said.  He pretended not to notice the
flirting between Casey and John during the lunch.  Casey and John, upon
John's generous offer, spent the rest of the afternoon together doing some
sight-seeing.  What Casey was oblivious to was that Ryan was very much
jealous of whatever there appeared to be going on between the two.  When
Casey returned to Ryan's pad, Ryan was nowhere to be found.  So Casey
thought he would just take a nice, cool shower and maybe watch a bit of
television after and unwind.

Casey was enjoying the pressure sensation of the water against his chest,
especially his nipples.  Within moments, while Casey was bending down to
lather up his calves, Ryan surprised him by sliding open the shower door
and hastily slipping in.  Casey felt his cousin's strong muscular arms wrap
around him just as he was standing upright again.  Ryan was now letting his
palms and fingertips glide down slowly, seductively, to Casey's pubes.

Suddenly, Casey began to giggle, almost uncontrollably.

"So, cuz, you think this is 'funny business', huh?", Ryan responded in a
mock-sinister tone.

"It's just that it's like a fantasy, it does not seem real, it's not what I
was picturing...exactly, I mean."

Casey turned around, not even waiting or listening for a response, and
began to lovingly caress Ryan's chest and gently lather it up with the
soap.  Ryan was very turned on by his cousin's attention and was at that
moment semi-hard.  But he realized that he might be placing too much
pressure on his cousin, that both of them might not be fully ready for
things.  The two ended up only washing each other and helping to dry each
other off with nearby spring-fresh towels.

Ryan, without even thinking, subsequently followed Casey all the way into
his assigned quarters.  He was taken aback when he saw Casey, staring into
the mirror, trembling uncontrollably and beginning to cry.

"What is it, Casey?  Please tell me what is wrong.  Speak to me, we can
wait with things, there is no pressure on you.  Please, I don't understand.
Tell me what is upsetting you so, so that I can try to help you", he
exhorted.

Casey was greatly embarrassed by his extreme loss of control and display of
emotion.  Like many males, even of his much more recent generation, he had
been raised to believe that showing emotion was somehow unmasculine and a
sign of weakness.

"You don't understand, you see: I am small", Casey responded, emphasizing
small in a very clearly enunciated way.

"I mean, my cock, it's very small, it does not even go beyond my sac when
totally soft.  I feel, because of this, unlovable, even undesirable, by any
gay man."

"Casey, you mean I am gay?", Ryan quipped, realizing immediately thereafter
that this certainly was not the best time for humor.

Then he added: "Casey, dear Casey, I certainly am not the poster boy or
spokesperson for all of us queers.  In fact, until very recently I believed
I was no more than bi-curious.  But I do know this: You are definitely
lovable and you are very much desirable, as far as I am concerned; and I
hope, sincerely hope, that in time you will let me love you and also that
you will find that you love me in return."

With these words finished, Ryan, in a semi-dramatic way, gently removed the
still-damp towel loosely wrapped around his cousin's waist, as if unveiling
some newly christened work of art.  Casey felt at that moment fully exposed
and very much vulnerable; and, at the same time, fully liberated.  He also
began to appreciate, very much so, that while his cousin was the younger of
the two, he most definitely was the source of strength in this
relationship.

"Ryan, please, I don't want to sleep here all alone tonight.  Please stay
with me here, I am not ready for ' the rest'.  I just want to lie down here
with you wrapped in each other's arms and kiss and cuddle the whole night
through.  Please just stay, I know I might be asking for too much, too much
willpower on your part; but I just want to be with you simply like that.  I
hope you understand."

"You mean you don't want John for tonight?", Ryan questioned, grinning
broadly at this bit of teasing on his part.

Casey's complexion was now reddening from hearing this, him being now very
much certain of Ryan knowing very well of his folly, his ruse in attempting
to make his cousin jealous.

Casey was now smiling broadly, with Ryan very much pleased at seeing his
cousin smiling once again.  In two to three minutes, the two were nestled
in the sunken pit of the center of the waterbed, fully enjoying the
intimacy of being totally nude with each other this way.  Casey was lying
tightly wrapped in Ryan's arms and with his head resting gently on the
right side of Ryan's chest, as Ryan softly kissed his forehead, cheeks, and
lips.  To Casey, the entire experience seemed like sheer bliss.

Casey, glancing in the direction of the window sill, noticed a teddy bear
with red ribbons resting on a nearby chair.  He wondered solemnly, as Ryan
was so sweetly kissing him and lavishing him with affection, whether this
meant the innoncence of his youth was now all but a memory.

Then another thought occurred: "Ryan, do you think there might be some foul
play involved in Dr. Chambers' passing?"

"Well, considering that the timing of it was just a few days before your
arrival, I can see it looks suspicious.  But we really don't know enough
about the circumstances he was in, about his family for example, to say
either way."

Casey was absorbing all of this in, as Ryan added: "We'll try to meet
tomorrow with 'Junior' at the family's residence, and we definitely must
get him to make himself readily available to us as much as possible.  The
plan will be to get him to give us the files his father kept on your dad,
the confidential patient treatment records that is.  More than likely, one
of us, at least one, will have to seduce him to get what we want."

Casey, uncertain as to whether Ryan was joking as to the latter, spent
about ten minutes worrying if he would be the one to be seducer.  It was a
fleeting thought of course, as he was so turned on by being at last "with"
Ryan that he only reluctantly allowed himself to drift off peacefully into
sleep.