Date: Wed, 3 Mar 2010 11:21:02 -0500 From: J K Subject: Funny things happen part 9 "Funny Things Happen" Part 9 Comments welcome at imawriter123@gmail.com We started off again, except this time he was talking up a storm again, about what kind of house we were going to buy, how many bedrooms, how he was thinking about designing it, he wanted a pool or a hot-tub, had a plan of a kitchen in his head. It really was so wonderful to hear him talking like this and things seeming back to `normal' whatever normal actually is. Although I was thinking about something else, he is 16 now, will be 17 in three months, he'll be off in college. Shit, that was a revelation I hadn't even thought of yet. Actually it was something Josh hadn't even mentioned. I decided maybe I should bring that up now, that would actually put certain plans into place. So I said, "Hey, you know there has been something I've been meaning to ask you, but with so much going on I never realized it till now. What are you thinking in terms of college? I mean you're going to be a senior in high school this year and you haven't mentioned anything about it." I think that definitely threw him for a loop. But he then said, "Well Dad, that was something that I have been thinking about for a while, and before I knew that we were moving and you were getting a new job, I was just going to go to apply to University of Miami, and live at home to save you guys some money. But now that things have changed, I think that my grades are good enough that I'm going to apply to Stanford as a long shot and UCLA. A couple of my friends from back in Miami have all applied to UCLA, so what do you think?" What could I say or think? My heart soared and sank at the same time. It soared because I knew my son was smart enough and good enough to do whatever it was that he wanted to do, and I would do absolutely NOTHING to stop him, no I would encourage and help him to whatever extent he needed. On the same token it sank, because he'd be moving out of the house and away from me. Both of our lives were going to change again and go down very different paths. But with all that, all I could say was, "I think that you can and will do whatever it is that you want. Your grades are excellent, and you deserve every single thing that you could want. And I will do anything I can to help you get what you want. And you are right, no more worries about money, you can go to school wherever you want to. I think it's great that your friends will be back with you again. So good for you!" What else could I say? No I beg you to stay home with me? I'm the only thing that matters? Nope could not say that at all. He just smiled at me with such a caring and loving look that meant so much and showed so much love, that it just melted me over and over again. And he said, "Fantastic! And look at it this way, the house will be all yours, you can fuck and do whatever you want without ever having to worry about me walking in on you. And I know you will be doing and you will find someone that you will be happy with and that can make you happy the way that no one else has. It's going to be great, for both of us, I just know it!" Well that just answered the one big question I had in my head, would the love that I had for him ever be returned? The answer was a big fat NO. He was going to live his own life, and he had every right to. We both decided that it was time to get the road trip over with as quickly as possible and drove straight through the next 2 days each driving in 12 hour shifts. We only stopped twice just to sleep in a rest-stop along the road and in 72 hours we had finally made it to San Diego. We met up with my new boss, they set us up with a place to stay until we could find a house, and while I was getting things in order with the new office, Josh went out house hunting with the real estate agent. On the second weekend that we were there, we met back at the hotel where my company had set up for us, and Josh walked in with one of his signature smiles that lit up the room and said, "Dad, I found it! I found the perfect place for us!" There was something about what he was saying that actually worried me for a minute. So I said, "Shoot, let's hear it." "I know that we initially wanted a house and all, but what was relatively close wasn't even worth looking at, and what was worth looking at was just way too far out of the main city. So I decided to look at apartments. And I know, that when I say this you are going to say I'm crazy but I promise once you see it, you will fall in love with it, just like I did. So come on the guy said he'll show it to us again tonight." Apartment? Oh yes this was a much different thought than I had originally planned. It was one thing to share a house with someone and have to deal with walking in on or stepping on toes, but an apartment? But again what could I do other than follow along with him. So we jump into the car, and I'm directed over to a luxury complex , realizing at the same time, that my son had very expensive taste (not really a bad thing but a bit scary as well!) He introduced me to the agent and we walked into the building were greeted by the doorman, and led to a set of elevators separate from the main set, this elevator was not only separate, but key operated. Oh Shit, what did he find?? Looking at the button panel there were only 5 choices, 36, 37, 38, 39. 40. The agent pressed 40, and I looked over at Josh and he had one of the most devilish smiles I had ever seen, I was in trouble big time. We got off of the elevator and walked to the left where there wasn't even a number on the door the door. As I was just staring at the door, I heard Josh say, "OK dad, close your eyes and take my hand." Reluctantly I did as he asked and was led in passed the door, and then heard the door close behind me, and finally told, "OK dad, open them!" My mouth just dropped, first staring straight ahead I was staring out a wall of glass windows with a view of the Pacific ocean that was not to be believed. You could see for miles and miles, and I then started to scan the room, moving my head from left to right. It was a magnificent place the way the rooms were designed the French doors into what looked like the living room, another set into the dining room. The beauty of the wall and ceiling fixtures, I slowly walked further in and walked into a state of the art kitchen and then back over to the other side looking into the living room just incredible. But then I realized wait a second, where were the bedrooms? As I walked back towards the foyer, I saw 2 stair cases. I looked over to Josh and he still had that same smile on his face and just said, "Go up." I slowly climbed the stairs on the left and was faced with a door in front of me, one to the right of me, and one to the left of me. I decided to choose door number 2 first. I opened the one in front of me, and walked into a beautiful day room with another magnificent view of the city of San Diego. I then walked out and went to the door on the left walked into a beautiful bedroom, and then walked to the other side to find another one, both with adjoining bathrooms. And I finally turned to Josh and said, "You're right, can't do any better than this, but what's it going to do to me?" He just smiled again and said, "Don't worry, it's narrowly within the budget, I promise we'll be fine! So what do you say?" What could I say? He was right, the place was incredible, you just couldn't pass it up. So I said sure and I watched him jump for joy, just like when he was a little boy. That thought brought a quick tear to my eye to think back and then look at the present and think about the fast approaching future. But all that aside, we quickly moved forward, got the all of the papers in order and within a week, the place was ours, and we moved in. Granted there wasn't any furniture initially, but we slowly filled in and before we knew it, we had made the place ours. Josh finally started his senior year in high school, and I was working away at the new job, and really at first we were both incredibly busy with everything, but always found the time to have dinner with each other to talk and discuss our days and how everything was going. It was really perfect until one Thursday night when Josh said to me, "Dad, I just wanted to let you know I won't be home for dinner tomorrow night, I've got a date." I just looked at him and smiled, I was proud of him, happy for him, excited for him. I really had been wondering when it was that this was going to happen, now I knew. I just smiled at him and said, "Great! Good for you, where are you taking her?" He smiled and said, "I'm going to take her over to Gina's. You know the little Italian place right off the docks." I knew exactly where it was, I had already had 2 of my own lunch dates there – neither of which I had mentioned to Josh. But I figured you know what, if he's got a date I'm going to get one too – except my date is going to be a fuck fest not a real date. So I said to him, "Sounds good to me. You need anything?" He just smiled and said, "Nope, not a thing. Just really excited, I've been wanting to date this one for a while. She had been dating an ass for a while, and finally gave up. Now it's my turn to show her what a real man is." Damn, my son was incredible, so sure of himself and handsome, and beautiful, that girl was a lucky one. I just smiled at him and said, "Good luck buddy, I know you'll score, just like you do at everything else that you do." He laughed at me and said, "Hey, I'm not going to sleep with her on the first date, I'm a gentleman. But if I can work it definitely the second one ;-). Oh! Almost forgot, Mark called this afternoon, asked you to give him a call. He sounds cute. " Busted. Oh well, had to happen at some point. I just smiled at him and said, "Actually yes he is, this is the first dinner date. But have already done lunch twice, so what you think? Go for it?" He just looked at me with that devil smile again, and said, "You damned well better, I want to see that `freshly fucked' look on your face on Saturday!" We both just broke out laughing. What a feeling to be able to have these types of discussions with your own son, with no quams or worries about any of it. He knew about me, I knew about him it was as simple as that. We both finished dinner, I reverted to the couch in the living room, and he went up to his room do some home work. I picked up the phone and called Mark, and within two minutes, had it all set up he would be over here tomorrow by 8:30, Josh would be long gone, and I was FINALLY going to get what I really needed. A good hard rough fucking. Truthfully, Friday couldn't come soon enough, all throughout the day at work, I was so restless at my desk, that I could barely concentrate on anything. All I could think about was having my pants and underwear ripped off, and being fucked senseless to the point that it hurt so much I wouldn't be able to sit down. That's what I wanted. I wanted it to hurt, I wanted it to be something to help me, something to teach me and make me realize that it was bad to really want who I did. Friday night finally came, I watch Josh get dressed, he looked sexy as hell, tight pair of jeans, a button down shirt and a tie. He looked fucking gorgeous, I wanted to rape him right there, then again I always wanted to do that, this just increased that desire 10 fold. He came over, gave me a kiss on the cheek, told me to have a good time, and I said the same to him and he walked out the door. I looked at my watch, 7:45. I ran jumped in the shower, cleaned myself up inside and out, and just as I was pulling my shirt over my head the door-man called up to tell me that Mark was here. Almost shivering, I waited for the door bell to ring, and then walked over and opened the door. There stood a 6'5" man, with a tight black shirt barely fitting around his muscled arms and chest, and a tight pair of jeans that couldn't hide a pin. By the time I had invited him in, he had his hands around my face, his tounge licking my lips begging for entrance. Before this could go any further, I led him up to my bedroom and shut the door. As we stood in front of each other, he ran his hands and eyes up and down me, I could feel them penetrating me, almost like Josh's could. But before I even realized it, my shirt was already off, and my pants were being unbuckled and stripped off me. And there I stood buck naked being licked and worshiped by really what would be considered in my eyes the closest thing to a perfect body. He literally picked me up and threw me onto the bed, he had already stripped himself naked, and I myself ran my eyes and hands along his body, until I reach his cock. Now mind you, I'm a good 8" and thick, but what I had in my hand right now, was nowhere near that. This was something that I could fit both of my hands on his shaft. I pushed him up for a moment, to be able to see what I was dealing with. My eyes nearly bugged out, I don't think I had ever seen a cock that big up-close. It was scary and beautiful all at the same time. But I realized, that's what I needed. I said I wanted it to hurt, that thing was going to hurt. In all my thoughts I heard Mark saying, "Think you can handle my monster?" All I could say was, "You fuck it in me until you've got nothing left." I knew just saying what I did was probably my ticket to death, but I needed it. He just smiled and said, "You asked for it!" And within one swift move he shoved that thing up my ass. I screamed out loud, I said I wanted it to hurt, this was torture. I don't think I had felt anything as painful as this in my entire life. He held it there for a bit, and then began is assault on my ass. He pulled in and out, I was moaning and groaning in pain and in pleasure, it had been a VERY long time since I had been fucked like this, and after a while it started to feel damned good. Before I realized it, I wasn't screaming from pain, I was begging for it harder and harder. And for every time I begged, he doubled his efforts. It was an incredible fuck, I don't know how many orgasms I had that night, I lost count after the first 3 or 4, and I'm sure I had plenty more than that, dry ones, because I didn't have any cum left in me, until Mark finally collapsed on top of me. The sweat dripping off of him, and onto my own was just incredible. I finally rolled him off of me, and moved further up on the bed. He looked up at me, with a questioning look on his face, and I just said, "Come on, get under the covers and hold on to me, I want to sleep with your arms around me." He just smiled and crawled up next to me and put his arms around me, and I could feel his hot breath against my neck, and listened to it calm and slow down as he fell asleep. I on the other hand, for one, had a burning and painful ass, and an even more painful problem. That whole time, from start to finish, I had to fight with myself and use all the will power that I had not to scream out Josh instead of Mark.