Date: Sun, 14 Jun 2009 02:46:41 -0400 From: Alex <68620to43203@gmail.com> Subject: Father's Love Series - Chapter 12 A Father's Love Chapter 12 By Alex "All day, just you and me--" David responded softly. Initially, he didn't pick up on the meaning behind what Tyler had said, but after a few seconds it dawned on him. "We're not going to go anywhere today that you don't want to go, and if you don't want to get something, then we won't get it." Tyler quietly replied, "Okay." Still holding onto the hug, David took a few steps sideways with Tyler, a half a second behind on each one, until David was leaning back against the countertop. He pulled Tyler in for a good hug and rested his cheek against the top of his head. Tyler was quickly being immersed in a world of much greater wealth than he'd ever known, or even realistically imagined. He remembered back to his friend's who had houses on Pokegama or Split-Hand lakes back home, but the house he was in now was way out of the league of even the best of those. Not only was his house now ON the ocean, but there were two guys that worked for his dad doing the things that Tyler used to do as chores. The guys at his school in Minnesota, who had everything done for them, were the pricks that made Tyler feel like he and his mom never had money. If there was a school function that cost any substantial amount of money, they were the ones who didn't have to participate in the fundraisers, because their parents would just pay their way. He didn't want to turn into one of those guys - the type that takes his parents for granted. David deliberated for a few minutes about what to say or what to do, continuously being distracted by the warm embrace of his son. "We can just go walk around after breakfast, if you'd rather do that than try on more clothes," David paused, "but what do you say we go out and see what's happening?" Tyler nodded and as they let go of the hug, he glanced up to see his dad's smile before turning around to head out of the kitchen. "Should I put on something else?" Tyler asked, looking down at the tight white shirt he currently had on. "You look great Tyler; there aren't very many people that could get away with just that, but" David paused, "you look nice," David meant every word, but tried to tone it down when he remembered who he was saying it to. "I do need to get changed, too, though," he added. David placed his hands on Tyler's shoulders as they walked up the stairs, and gently steered Tyler to the left as he went to the right, and as they both closed their doors the weight of the moment lifted some for Tyler. He looked around his room as he went to his dresser to grab one of the few pairs of socks he had in there, and decided to change into a pair of jeans. Since they weren't going anywhere fancy, he didn't want to wear something that nice. As he pulled off his pants and walked back to the closet to hang them up he wondered what it was about the room that felt so different at night than it did during the day. With the sunlight streaming in the windows, it was a room that any thirteen year old boy would kill for, with a view that would make most adults jealous. He didn't have a lame twin-sized bed, not that he had outgrown the one he had in Minnesota, but amongst his friends it was more of a nod to growing up, something for which Tyler was still waiting. Grabbing his shoes as well, he hopped up on the bed to put on his socks. As he did so, he looked out at the horizon and saw the familiar sail of the catamaran that his dad had pointed out to him when they had been at the beach. The billowing spinnaker left him wondering how the boat didn't simply flip over. <><> David looked at the pile of blankets on his bed as he walked to his closet and thought, "This is what the Tasmanian Devil's bed looks like in the morning." The blanket and top sheet were so balled up it looked like they had just come out of the dryer. He reached for a one of the many polo shirts that he would typically wear on a day like this, but stopped and, instead, grabbed a pair of jeans and walked out to his dresser to find a shirt. Setting his pants on the bed, he looked through a few drawers and pulled out a maroon tee shirt with the small A&F emblem on the side hem. He stripped and pulled the new clothes on. Turning to leave, he checked himself in the mirror and walked toward the door with his shoes in his hand. <><> Tyler pulled on his shoes and got up to stand in front of the mirror for a minute. He looked at himself from the side, head on, and over his shoulder at how he looked from the back. Tyler thought the shirt was a little long, so he stretched his arms up over his head, pulling it up higher. As he lowered his arms, the material minimally bunched up around his tummy, leaving the hem covering the top inch of his jeans. He heard David's door open and footsteps on the stairs, so he quickly went into his bathroom, wet his hands, and ran them through his hair a few times to straighten out his cowlick before heading out. When he opened his door and saw his dad at the foot of the stairs tying his shoelaces, and had to hold in a moan at the sight of shirt David was wearing. It was tight across his shoulders, arms and chest and then just a little loose around the bottom of it. He glanced down at himself and contemplated putting on something else; something that, in his view, wouldn't accentuate how scrawny he felt next to his muscular dad. David looked up and said "It looks like you're ready to turn some heads," which made Tyler blush as he came down the stairs. The moment those words left his mouth, David envisioned walking around a mall with Tyler, catching the teenage girls and possibly even some of the boys, checking out his angel. He then realized that with a boy as beautiful as Tyler, he would probably be grabbing the eyes of gay guys they happened to pass. He all of a sudden thought about the talk again, and wondered if that would be a time that he should tell Tyler that his dad is gay. He decided that however the conversation progressed, it needed to happen tonight. He knew the coming-out-to-the-parents speech, as well as the coming-out-to-the-coworkers talk, but hadn't really thought out how to bring that up with one's son. Tyler descended the stairs and, as he walked up to him, David took a step toward the garage. Tyler adjusted his course and intercepted the hand that David offered out to the side. He wasted no time lacing his fingers with his dad's, and then it happened - the first shoulder bump of the morning; and the moment it happened, a smile spread across both their faces. Without even asking, David already knew which car he figured Tyler would want to take out and, sure enough, Tyler steered straight for the convertible. As soon as the car purred to life, while the garage door was still being drawn up, Tyler fastened his seatbelt and down went the top. As they pulled into the sun, David and Tyler looked at each other. "Where are we going?" Tyler asked. "Well, there's a mall here that has some really cool stores in it and a bunch of places to eat." David paused, "We can go in and just look around, if that's all we want to do but if there's anything that looks good then we can grab it if we want to. Or we could go check out the pier, but I'm not too sure that the food they have there would settle for the first meal of the day." Tyler's stomach had rumbled a few times already since waking up, so he opted for the mall. Tyler looked around as they got on the freeway, back and forth between David and the other cars and scenery zipping past. David wasn't sure if he was distracted, or if he was uncomfortable, but after a few minutes Tyler, trying to be as subtle as possible, moved his arm across the armrest an inch at a time until his elbow pressed up against David's. When David felt Tyler's arm touch, he gently pushed his back to make sure Tyler could feel it. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Tyler's shoulders slouch a little as he felt his tiny effort of reaching out had been reciprocated. "Dad?" Tyler paused, "Who is Asher?" He glanced over at David whose eyes were looking straight ahead at a few taillights. "Chip said he's having lunch with 'Asher' today." David knew very well that Chip was completely open about his sexuality, but he still was hesitant. He had been outed to people, by close friends even, that didn't see any harm in their actions, but it was something that had made him uncomfortable. "He's a friend of Chip's," he said trying to not sound like he was withholding any information. "I don't know him, but I know that he and Chip hang out sometimes." David couldn't believe he'd just said it like that. It sounded like the way a mother introducing her son's 'roommate' or 'friend' to the family. He knew Tyler would be finding out soon, in fact, they would both be meeting Asher for the first time in a few days. <><> "He's got to be the sweetest kid there's ever been," Chip said, as he and Asher drove to Porter's Pub for lunch. "He really must have never had much money. He's got to be the first teenager to turn down a cell phone." "I'm almost afraid to think of how he's going to react when he finds out where we're going on vacation." "If David goes for turf, it'll be less of a big deal wouldn't it? I'm sure he's been camping before," Asher offered. "Well, it really isn't traditional camping, at least not how we've done it before," Chip said as he pulled into a parking space. "Last year, the place was more like a spa than a campground, and he paid for any extras that anybody wanted to do." "And what qualified as an extra?" "Massages and stuff at the spa; all the food; and stuff like bike rentals or ski-boats," Chip explained. "We had the choice of actually camping or staying in the chalet and, if you wanted to camp, the kitchen made up a pack of food for your dinner and breakfast the next morning." Conversation stopped just long enough to put in their orders, while Chip rambled on about everything that he had done, the hotness of the masseurs, and the views from the hiking trails. "I was hoping for the surf, but now I'm not so sure which one to hope for," Asher said, as they started eating. <><> David turned on his blinker and drifted onto the off-ramp as they approached the mall. Tyler looked over and smiled as the road noise began to lessen. Approaching the top of the ramp, he read a sign that said 'Fashion Valley Mall.' "Is that where we're going?" Tyler asked. "Yep; it's a pretty cool place," David replied thankful for the distraction. "There are a lot of really cool stores here, beginning with one of my favorite places for breakfast." Turning off the main road, the car slowed down and stopped in front of the valet stand, and a very cute young man bounded over to David's door and opened it for him, while another opened Tyler's door. David figured that neither of them could have even been twenty years old, yet. Taking the ticket and handing over his keys, David looked over at Tyler stepping out of the car, and noticed that the valet was very plainly checking out Tyler's form fitting shirt, as he held the door. Tyler was completely oblivious as he glanced around at the people milling about, and the elaborate landscaping that looked like it was growing out of everywhere. David gazed a little too long at the second valet, as well, and, as he closed the door behind Tyler, he and David made eye contact, causing the young man to smile and wink as he hopped back to the valet booth. Coming around the back of the car, David walked up beside Tyler and they started to walk into the complex. Just as he had felt at the beach, Tyler's anxiety level grew with the rising density of people as they continued to walk. "It's so busy," Tyler mumbled. David put his arm around Tyler's shoulder and explained that, compared to how busy the mall would be in the evening, this crowd was nothing. Tyler looked around and didn't see much of anybody his age; just about everyone was an adult. "Give it a couple weeks and there will be a lot more during the day when the schools are out for the summer." Tyler kept his shoulder up against David's ribcage as they walked, and again attempted to match his dad's stride. He followed where his dad was steering through the crowd towards the escalators. "Where are we going?" Tyler asked, as he stepped up. "There's a place here called Zodiac that is an awesome spot," David said, pulling Tyler's back against his chest. "I know you're going to love it." Tyler looked over the rail as they reached the second floor landing, and noticed how much bigger the sprawling mall looked from there. He followed David around to the next escalator, and they continued up to the third floor. David's arm once again went around Tyler's shoulder, as they walked through the mall, not releasing it until they entered through the door to Neiman Marcus, and then into the restaurant itself. Tyler looked around and again noticed how fancy it was, and turned to David. "Am I dressed okay for in here? Everybody is all dressed up again." David allowed himself to scan Tyler from head to toe and back up again before looking into his eyes saying, "Trust me; you look great." David approached the hostess station and asked if there was a wait. The young woman took his name and gave him a small pager, saying that it would only be ten to fifteen minutes for a table for two. Tyler returned a smile to her as they turned to walk back out to wait. "We can't go too far, but is there anything you feel like doing while we wait?" Tyler walked over to the railing and leaned his elbows on it as he scanned the crowd. David was just a couple steps behind him, and thanked God when Tyler bent over ever so slightly as he came to rest on the railing. "Perfection," was the only word David could think of as the lightweight material conformed to Tyler's sides, while the jeans framed the cutest butt ever seen. "There isn't really time to go look around any of the stores, so do you want to just wait here?" "We can wait here," Tyler said, still looking over the edge. "How many stores are here?" "I'm not really sure, but I'd guess there are probably two hundred or so." "Holy crap! There's like thirty stores at the mall in Grand Rapids, and some of them are empty," Tyler exclaimed. "There has to be everything here!" David leaned against the rail, with his arm right up against Tyler's, mimicking Tyler's stance. "Yeah, there probably isn't much of anything that you couldn't find here." David bumped his hip against Tyler's, making him smile as Tyler tried to bump him back. He couldn't help but think that it really was easy for Tyler to feel overwhelmed. He spent so much time in an area where there are probably more deer than humans, that life here was probably going to overload his system. David couldn't even imagine what it must have been like up North. It was fun last night, taking Tyler to a store that was as grand as Saks, but he wondered if he needed to scale things back and let Tyler get more comfortable. "What do you feel like doing after- - -, welI, guess it's going to be lunch by now." "Umm, I dunno." Tyler looked across the promenade, noticing that most of the stores were clothing stores. "We could go look at some more clothes, if you want to, I guess." David wasn't about to say it out loud, but he wasn't going to lie to himself; he would love to find clothes for him. "We can definitely do that. There's just about every guy's store you've ever heard of in here." The pager buzzed halfway through his reply. "And it looks like it's time to eat. You're going to love this place." <><> As they ate, Tyler couldn't keep from looking at his dad across the table. This was the first time that he'd ever sat across from him, and he kept noticing how big he looked. His big shoulders, big arms, big chest; it made Tyler feel even smaller than he usually did, but not in a bad way; more secure than anything else. David had noticed Tyler's occasional blanking out while he was chewing, and laughed a little when Tyler would hold eye contact and, upon being noticed, would immediately resume chewing. When the check came, David made sure that Tyler didn't see what the amount was, knowing that money was probably part of what had happened that morning. "Lets go look at some clothes," David said, as they walked back out into the mall. "Did you see any stores that you want to check out?" Tyler had recognized a few of the names like J. Crew, Gap, Abercrombie and, of course, Old Navy. "Where do you want to go? Do you like Abercrombie?" David felt a twitch in his pants at the mere thought of seeing Tyler trying on A&F clothes, and had to reign in his imagination when he started thinking of how low the low-rise jeans were. Tyler had never owned anything from there, but he had wandered around the store a couple times at the mall in Duluth. Everything was so expensive that he had never even tried any of it on, but he remembered how much fun it was trying on all those clothes last night, and showing his dad. David made him feel like he looked really nice the whole night. As they approached the store, they were greeted by not only the giant poster of the incredibly sexy nearly naked male models, but also a young shirtless man who was greeting people as they'd walk in. David smiled at him, while Tyler looked at the floor, turning ten shades of red as he stole more than a few glances at the guy's abs and bulging jeans. Father and son walked through the store, pulling shirts off the racks, both small and medium sizes, unsure of what size Tyler would like more. Getting to the jeans, Tyler looked around at the different colors, but didn't notice that they were different cuts. David allowed the dirty side of his mind to pick out a couple of pairs of the lowest rise jeans they had. He knew he was being a dirty old man, but he justified it by telling himself that Tyler would probably really like them. With an arm full of clothes each, they headed to the changing rooms. As tempting as it was to go in with Tyler, David opted to remain outside; he couldn't really imagine that anybody would think that was normal. As Tyler took off his shoes, he got that weird feeling he always got before he would take off his clothes in a changing room. All kinds of people walking by made him nervous that somebody would open his door by mistake. He pulled the tight white shirt up over his head and looked at himself in the full wall of a mirror, and was embarrassed, imaging that it could be a two-way mirror, with someone on the other side watching him; so he turned around as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Before pulling them down he unfolded the jeans his dad picked out, making sure they were unbuttoned, unzipped and ready to quickly pull on. Dropping his pants and pulling them off, he quickly stepped into the new jeans and pulled them up. He immediately noticed that they were quite a bit different from the ones he had previously had on. The waist was low enough that the band of his underwear came out of the top of them all the way around. He took the jeans back off, pulled his boxer-briefs off, and quickly pulled the jeans back up and re-buttoned them; he had never gone commando in jeans before. He looked at himself in the mirror, he paused. He felt like he was still naked. He put his hand on his stomach and slid it down to the front of the jeans and marveled at how low they were. On either side of his bellybutton, he could see the "V" shaped lines of his little muscles . He wasn't sure that he could make himself walk out into the store, he felt like his dick was going to fall out of them, or that his pubes would show, even though they were actually well above them; that's how it felt. He pulled on the light yellow tee shirt he had picked out and again looked in the mirror. When he stood up straight, he could still see about half of the button at the top of his jeans. He knew David wanted to see the clothes, so he pulled his shoes back on, and pulled down the front of his shirt as he walked out to the rest of the changing area. <><> David was waiting patiently at the far end of the changing area in one of the several club chairs that were there. He would glance every few seconds at the door that Tyler had gone into, while periodically getting distracted by one of the three or four male employees who exemplified the Abercrombie look. Muscular, classic looking young men that, just a week ago, David would have been hitting on. He saw movement at Tyler's door, and out walked his red-faced boy. David was stunned! As Tyler got closer, he accidentally let go of the bottom of his shirt, and it sprang up just high enough for David to see a centimeter of Tyler's tight tummy. As quickly as Tyler's shirt lifted, David felt his cock start to rise. Moving to put his hands over his lap he drank in Tyler's beauty. "Are these suppose to be so short?" Tyler asked. "It feels like they'll - well, not like they're going to fall off but - I dunno." David told himself that he'd buy one of every single thing in the store in Tyler's size right then and there. "Wow! Those - - -, I mean you look really good in those." David hoped that Tyler hadn't noticed his attempted recovery. "Those are a different cut, but once you get used to it, they're supposed to be really comfortable." David completely pulled that out of the air. He had no idea what they felt like; no idea if they were more or less comfortable than any other pair. All he knew was that he was going to buy them. "Have you ever worn ones like this?" Tyler asked, while continually adjusting them, trying to pull them up. "I haven't, but what do you think? Do you like them?" "I dunno," was all he could say. Tyler turned around to walk back into the changing room, and saw two girls at one of the mirrors staring at him. They smiled and he immediately wanted to just shrink into nothing. Still red, he hurried back into the changing room unaware that David hadn't been able to take his eyes off Tyler's little ass. David tried to not imagine burying his face in those jeans. At the same time, he was slapping the back of his hand, in his mind, for even thinking it. Having Tyler with him, he was certain he was going to end up with split personalities. He was thankful that he was sitting, because there would have been no way to hide how hard he was right now. <><> A few minutes later, Tyler came out wearing a pair of plaid shorts and a polo shirt, looking much more comfortable with himself, and it showed in his walk. He walked up to David, smiling wide. "Do you like these?" "Those look great, too." David matched Tyler's smile. "I don't think that there's going to be much of anything in this store that you aren't going to look good in. Seriously," David said nodding his head in approval. "Thanks," Tyler said with a wide smile. "I think the small size fits better; the medium feels baggy, but I could grow into them." "We can get a mix of both, if you want to," David said, quickly hoping that his fondness of the tighter, shorter shirt wasn't too obvious to Tyler. When Tyler went back into the changing room to put on his regular clothes, on the back of the door to the changing stall, there was an ad describing the different jean styles. He looked at how the low-rise jeans looked on the cartoon man, and wondered what they'd look like on his dad. He wondered how low they would fit on him, and thought back to seeing him naked after the shower - and the line of hair that went down his stomach. He took the shirt off and looked at himself in the mirror. He was getting hard, thinking of everything he saw, and could feel the tip of his dick peeking out from behind the material. He unbuttoned and pulled down the zipper, letting his dick spring free. He looked in the mirror again, and turned to the side, looking at his full five and a half inch hardon pointing up at a 45 degree angle, sticking out of the fly of the shorts that weren't even his yet. He took it in his hand and squeezed it, and wondered if every guy gets hard as easy as he did. He stroked it back and forth a couple times, and heard two guys talk and then laugh right outside of his door. It startled him at first. He remembered standing on the other side of his dad's bathroom door, listening to him jerk off, and started rubbing back and forth. He could still hear them talking, and then imagined that one of them was his dad. He closed his eyes and wished that he could listen to his dad's voice while he was jerking off, even if he wasn't talking to him. He just wanted to shoot, listening to him. He looked around as he felt his balls start to tingle. He knew that he couldn't stop now, or his balls would hurt all day. He was going to have to cum. He looked under the bench, and there was a small garbage can, and he saw a couple of paper towels in it. He picked it up and put it on the bench, and turned to face it. The way he was facing, he could see himself from the side in the mirror, and started to shake. He grabbed the can and, in the middle of Abercrombie with strangers all over, in a mall the size of a small town, held his breath and started to pulse. "Hey, Ty; you okay?" Tyler jumped and the shock made it hard to keep his balance as his load flew out of him. His eyes flew open, abs flexed, and he hunched forward as he felt the streams of cum pumping out of his balls and into the garbage can. "Tyler?" he heard again. **As always guys, I'd love to hear your thoughts! 68620to43203@gmail.com**