Date: Wed, 19 Feb 2014 19:58:45 -0800 (PST) From: Dave Ledge Subject: Daniel and Dad, a Romance, part 5 Daniel and Dad, A Romance, Part Five As always, please contribute to Nifty to keep this site going. I also answer all of my emails at mikedave01@yahoo.com. From Daniel 4: And then Dad surprised me once again. "This is not the right time, but I can't wait any longer', he said. He kneeled in front of me on the floor in front of the love seat where I was sitting. He took out a ring case and opened it up. In it was a very beautiful emerald ring. Somehow he had learned that emeralds are my very favorite stone. With the most serious expression I had ever seen on his face, he asked me, `Will you marry me?'" To say I was thunderstruck would be an understatement! All kinds of incoherent thoughts flashed through my head. I must have been so overwhelmed that I started to faint. For suddenly Dad was holding me in his strong arms, calling out my name with real anxiety. I came back to very quickly and I hugged Dad back to reassure him. When I could finally speak I said, "But John, how could we get married? Our consanguinity is much too close for marriage." (And, yes, being a doctoral student in English literature does rub off on you.) He flushed big time then and looked at me very closely. "Daniel, that is something we have to talk about." Wordlessly I handed him my Cognac glass for a third drink. The first one had been for the surprise of this spectacular apartment that Dad and I were going to share as lovers. The second was for the impending divorce of Dad and Mom. I looked over at the bottle to make sure there was more left, in case I needed it after Dad's next revelation. Thankfully there was. Dad also made a sign that the bar in the apartment was stocked, too. He was rubbing his hands together and I could tell he was trying to compose himself for what was coming. "Daniel", he started, "Daniel", he tried again. My big league lawyer Dad was never tongue-tied. My own anxiety level started to rise, but mixed with that was extreme curiosity. What the fuck could reduce my Dad to incoherence? He tried again, "Daniel", and then stopped. My patience suddenly snapped. "Out with it, John, dammit!" He gave me a very sheepish smile and his coloring finally returned to normal. He tried again. "Well, Daniel, you're not my son. I mean you are my son, but you're not my son. Is that clear?" he asked painfully. "As clear as mud water", I answered. I took his face in my hands and said, "Now in words of two syllables, what the fuck are you trying to say?" I asked in exasperation. This time he poured himself a glass of Cognac and motioned me to drink some of the drink he had poured for me that I had ignored. "Dutch courage", eh? Interesting term in American EnglishÉ (Ever the English major.) We both drank in silence and drained our glasses. I then turned to him with a "You'd better the fuck talk now" expression. He recognized it immediately. He didn't look at me, looking at the floor instead, and he spoke very quietly. "When your Mom and I had no luck having children, we both finally got tested to figure out what the problem was. Turns out that I'm infertile. She is or was very fertile." He looked up at me quickly and then turned his eyes back to the floor. "I've got `Henry VIII syndrome' or the equivalent. We both desperately wanted children. We both wanted you." I had started to cry, without knowing it. Dad went on, "We both agreed to a sperm donor." He looked at me again and then looked back at the floor. "But neither of us wanted just any sperm donor. We wanted someone we knew. And I, especially, wanted the man to be from my family. I finally decided to ask my second cousin Greg to be the sperm donor." I had an immediate and very vivid flash of "cousin" Greg. I had always called him "Uncle Greg". I now knew why. I also now realized why he was a real Uncle. He had been such a good guy to me my whole life and was a major part of my life. He had always given me well thought out birthday presents. We had done all kinds of things together, too. He taught me to fish and hunt in rural Pennsylvania. And, yeah, he was my Dad, too. I finally also understood my body. I was almost a spitting image of Uncle Greg. I was shorter with big shoulders like him. I guess my Dad's family DNA was very powerful, when fertile. I also had another realization, a sudden epiphany. And I knew I was right. I raised Dad's face to mine. I had to ask. I had to know. I did smile though. "So, John, he was your childhood lover, wasn't he?" I think he wanted to sink into the ground at this point. I waited. At this point I had all of the time in the world. He finally surfaced with a teary face. "Yes, he was. Do you hate me now? I had no intention of recreating him in you. I just wanted you to be. I never had any intention of creating you as my lover through him. Please believe me. It's just that I trusted him with my life from our times together and turned to him automatically. Wow. Truth is stranger than fiction some times. I now understood why my Dad and I were destined to be lovers. And, yes, he's still my Dad. Uncle Greg is, too. And nowadays you can certainly have two Dads. To be honest I have no sexual interest in Uncle Greg, I just realized. I guess that's nature working out that genetic father/son can't easily be lovers. However, my real Dad who raised me was going to be my lover for the rest of our lives, I also realized. This was our destiny. We got here through very twisted paths, but this was going to be us finally. I had to ask first. "So, John, we're second cousins once removed in terms of marriage?" He smiled his gorgeous smile, which twisted my heart. "Yes, Daniel, he said." "Then, John, carry me over the threshold of our bedroom and fuck the shit out of me!" And he did. He really is strong. I'm not a small guy and now I knew the reasons for that. But he had no problem lifting me up in a Fireman's package and depositing me on our bridal (groomal?) bed (to be). I have to admit that I was super glad I didn't have to act virginal, though! Tonight had been really tough. At this point I just wanted to get my brains fucked out by the hottest guy in the world. I knew we'd sort everything else out. I did have a chuckle when I thought about being the "blushing" bride who planned out a society wedding. So, very, not going to do that. Dad could hire someone to do that if he needed. We pretty much ripped each other's clothes off. This was going to be primitive and very basic. Him in me. We'd be civilized tomorrow. Not now. Damn, I love his body! I love his cock. I was very glad I was used to him in me. He barely applied lube before ripping me open. This wouldn't be a long fuck. No. Within minutes he came in me, yelling out his orgasm. Super hot! I loved it. But then, I decided to return the favor in spades. I was still hard from the hard fuck where he hit my prostate big time, but hadn't cum for all kinds of reasons. I shocked him by lubing myself up and then penetrating him big time. He had already started to relax, which was a good thing for him. He relaxed into the fuck and understood the reasons for it. Yeah, this was going to be a partnership of equals. If he could work it out we'd be married as Mr. and Mr. Nothing else would do. And yeah, I fucked him well enough that I hit his button enough that he got hard again and came as I came in him. We both collapsed from overload and Cognac then. The next morning was one of those amazing mornings in NYC where the weather came up from the South and it was amazingly warm and balmy for April. We both woke up sort of bleary eyed and sated. We were both sweaty and full of each other. We dumped each other's loads in the beautiful toilet and then had a very long and very sensual shower together. And then we talked. Dad said, "Daniel, please believe me, I did not create you as my partner to be. This whole relationship is such a surprise to me." I had to respond. "John, I do accept your protestations. However, I think at some level, you had to have known that our relationship was possible. You might not have thought that it was likely, but you are surely smart enough to have known that it was possible and have hoped for it." He then disappeared into the bed into the bed covers, obviously totally embarrassed. "And John", I said, "I'm still figuring out how I might have been created for you and your pleasure, unintentionally or not. But I'm way enough me to know that I'll do whatever I need to be me fully. And what I need and whom I need is you. And, John, just as I'm yours, you're mine, too." He shook himself like a dog. "You mean that? In all ways?" I answered. "I'm willing to bet that Uncle Greg and you were very equal in what you guys did growing up? Is that right." He nodded his head. "Well, that's us, too, it seems." He shook himself again. "So where does that leave us?" he asked. "Well, I now have two Dads and you and I are Dad and Son and second cousins once removed and we can get married. I can't wrap my head around of that yet. But I will. I love you more than anything, more than life itself," I declared. And he answered, "Daniel, I love you beyond anything, and life itself, too. Dad then looked a bit hang dog then. "Daniel, you never did answer my question. Will you marry me?" I studied his naked beauty just long enough to worry him on purpose before answering, "You better fucking believe it, John!" He laughed out loud, but couldn't help himself and said, "Language, Daniel!" "New York, John", I answered. He looked at me with his beautiful face once again and surprised me by asking hopefully, "Brunch?" I laughed and threw a pillow at him. "Yeah", I answered. And make it a great one as we celebrate the first day of our engagement and our future life together." "Our engagement and our future life together", he repeated. He gave me another beautiful smile and started to appraise my still naked body. By now I could read his mind. "Brunch" I said, very firmly. He laughed and said, "Aw", but reached for new clothes. I did the same but smiled to myself since I already knew the "agenda" for the afternoon. LOL!