Date: Sun, 05 Dec 2004 23:13:28 -0600
From: Kryton Ex <krytonex@hotmail.com>
Subject: Green Eyed Monster

Disclaimer: This story is about father/son love.  If you find
this offensive, stop reading while you still have disclaimer
left.  This story is completely fictional and the characters
only exist in the realm of my mind. The characters in this
story don't seem to like seatbelts.  Don't do that.  That's
bad.  Buckle up.

This is the first in a series.  The more positive feedback I
get the longer the series will probably go.

                     Green Eyed Monster

Chris sat on the couch making sure there was as much distance
as possible between him and his father.  It was Thursday and
Thursday was movie night so he had no choice but to attend.
The movie was Freddy vs. Jason.  He had already seen it.  He
slouched on the couch with an expression of disinterest which
made Marcus, his father, frown.   Marcus pushed the bowl of
popcorn in his direction.  Chris just fanned it away without
taking any.  Marcus decided to just leave Chris alone and
watch the movie.

An hour into the movie Chris observed his father's approach.
He saw him slink across the couch one inch at a time.  Chris
tried to scoot further into the edge of the couch to get away
but there was nowhere to go.  Marcus was next to him.  His
arm wrapped around him pulling him close.  Chris got scared.
He mumbled something about being tired and got up and headed
for his room.  He locked the door and fell back against it
holding his head in his hands.

Why did things have to be like that?  A thirteen year old
spending every night warding off his father's advances.  He
couldn't even tell if there were advances anymore.   Right
after his mother left three years ago his father started
coming on to him.  He shunned him each time, after that he
wouldn't even let his father touch him.  He couldn't be sure
which touch was good and which ones were sexual so he avoided
them all.  Chris loved his father.  He truly did.  But his
father had violated his trust and he couldn't let his guard
down again.

Marcus turned off the DVD player and tossed out the rest of
the popcorn leaving the bowl to soak in the kitchen sink.
Another night of father son bonding gone to shit.  He had
fucked up.  He had fucked up badly.  Even at the age of
fifteen Marcus had fantasized about having a son he could
both love and make love to; the same deep and passionate type
of relationship he had had with his own father.  But he never
had the guts to do it.  He was too afraid of screwing up his
family and his life.  That was until his wife left him and
their son for another man.  His life was already screwed up
and he thought the he and his son could fine comfort in each
other.

He was wrong.  Chris seemed to be very much against the idea
of father son love and fought off his every advance.  Marcus
tried taking it slow.  Showing Chris his naked body.  Rubbing
his hand up Chris's thigh and then stroking his cock through
his pants.   It was a disaster.  Chris responded terribly and
what father son relationship they did have was destroyed.  He
tried apologizing and Chris accepted his apology, but Chris
would shy away every time he tried to touch him.  But Marcus
couldn't help the way he felt.  Chris was beautiful with
piercing green eyes, soft auburn hair and a smiled that
sparkled.  Marcus missed that smile.

Just as Marcus was thinking about how he failed as a father
the phone rang.  "Hey Susan, what are you up to?" Susan was
his girlfriend, they had been seeing each other for three
months and it was starting to get serious.  She had her own
son, a cute twelve year old named Danny that Marcus had met
once or twice.  "Nothing much, just got done watching a movie
with Chris."

"Well I guess I can go out of town for the weekend.  I will
have to find a babysitter for Chris though."

"That sounds like a great idea.  I'll ask Chris if he is okay
with it."

"Okay, I'll call you back later sweetie."
Marcus headed upstairs and gently rapped on Chris's door.  A
few moments later he heard the door unlatch and Chris opened
it, moving out the way to let him in.

"Well...um...Susan wants to go to a Bed and Breakfast for the
weekend."

Chris sat at his computer typing, not even looking at his
father. "That's cool."

"Yeah...well...she suggested that you stay at her place with
Danny, that the two of you were old enough to be left alone
for a weekend if you were together."

"Okay, cool." Chris said unenthused.

"Thanks for being so understanding."  Marcus placed his hand
on Chris's shoulder.

Chris moved his shoulder from under his father's hand. "No
problem."

Marcus headed for the door dejected.  Chris added as he left,
"I'm glad you are dating Susan.  I like her.  I think she is
good for you."

Marcus half heartedly smiled. "I like her too."

                       ***************

The next day Marcus and Chris drove over to Susan's place.
It was a two bedroom townhome with a neat little lawn in the
front.  All the houses on the block were identical.  Marcus
imaged himself mowing that lawn.  He missed being part of a
family.  Susan came out with Danny carrying her bags.   Even
though Danny was only one year younger than Chris he was far
smaller.  The bags where relatively small but they looked
huge being dragged out by Danny's small frame.   Chris must
have been thinking the same thing Marcus was because they
each grabbed a bag from Danny and loaded them into the car.

Susan kneeled in front of her son.  She licked her fingers
and tried to keep Danny's dark floppy hair from falling into
his eyes.  Her efforts were in vain, the stray hairs weren't
going anywhere.  She held both his arms against him as she
went through the checklist again.  She had the poor boy
spouting off a number to call in case of any possible
emergency from robbery to the toilet getting stopped up.

She handed him a roll of twenties in case they wanted to
order out.  Then warned him not to tell the people at the
restaurant no adults were home.  She gave her last
instruction, "Now remember to show Chris where your inhalers
are.  There is one in every room of the house.  If you have
an asthma attack you might not be able to get to one
yourself."

He didn't mention that he always carried an inhaler on him
and had never needed to use one of the many inhalers she had
stashed around the house. "Okay mom, I promise I will show
him as soon as we go in."

"Maybe I should show him, you might forget a room."

"Mom!" Danny groaned "We will be okay, now just go and try to
have fun and don't call twelve times a day, okay?"

Susan's eyes grew misty.  Her little boy was so grown up.  It
took him hours to convince her to go on this trip and days
convince her to leave him home without a babysitter.  Chris
coming over seemed like a compromise they both were happy
with.  She pulled him close and squeezed him tight.

Marcus hugged Chris and he didn't pull away.  He didn't want
to cause a scene he couldn't explain.  When Danny let go of
his mom he wrapped his arms around Marcus's neck.  Marcus was
a little surprised by the bold display of affection from a
kid he barely knew but he was happy to hug him back.  Susan
did the same, taking Chris up into her arms.   The first
thing he noticed was how good she smelled, like flowers, and
how soft she felt.   Chris didn't really miss his mom, she
had betrayed them completely and he hated her, but he did
miss having a mom.  For a moment he was very jealous of
Danny, he wished Susan was his mom.

The boys waved from the driveway as their parents drove away.
After the car had become a distant dot Danny looked at Chris
and asked, "Wanna play something on my Playstation 2?"

"Um...aren't you supposed to be showing me inhalers?"

"Oh right, wanna play a game after the grand tour of
inhalers?  By the way I haven't even had a minor asthma
attack in like three months, so I'm probably not going to
drop dead while in your care."

"That's good because while I was listening to your mom I was
replaying CPR lessons in my mind."

Danny laughed. "There will be no need for any mouth to mouth.
Except hopefully for our parents.  How long is your dad going
to take to ask the big question?"  Danny asked as they
entered the house.

"Marriage?" They have only been dating for a few months.

"It doesn't take long for my mom to fall in love.  I don't
think she liked a guy this much since dad died." Danny looked
a little sad when he mentioned his father.

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay, it was a long time ago.  I can barely remember
him."

"Well, my dad is head over hills for your mom so with any
luck soon you will have a new dad and a big brother."

Danny smiled. "I think I'd like that."

Chris looked through Danny's games until he found one he
wanted to play, Vice City: San Andreas.  As Danny watched his
new friend play, he gave him tips on what to do.  "You know,
if you kill the hooker you can get your money back."

"I can't believe your mom lets you play this, she seems so
protective."

"Well she is freakishly protective.  PG-13 movies must be
screened before watched.  But she doesn't know much about
video games or the computer so there I am free to do what I
want.  It must be cool living with your dad, he must let you
do all kinds of fun stuff."

Chris snickered, "It's not that cool.  My father and I don't
get along to well."

"Why not?  He seems nice to me."

"It's a long story.  I'm hungry, can we order some pizza?"

Danny ordered pizza.  The boys spent the rest of the night
watching television and talking.   They talked about their
school, their favorite sports, games, almost everything.  The
caffeine from the six pack of Pepsi they drank kept them up
until three in the morning.   When Chris crawled into the top
bunk of Danny's bed, Danny asked.  "Okay, what is wrong with
your dad?  I can't think of anything that would make you two
not get along so it must be something really bad.  Does he
like beat you or something, because he is alone with my mom
right now and if he hurts her..."

"He's not going to hurt your mom." Chris interjected.  "Look,
it's complicated.  I don't want to talk about it.  Just drop
it."

They both slept uncomfortably.  That night Chris decided he
would tell Danny about his dad.  He just wasn't sure how he
was going to work up the nerve to do it.  The next morning
they had cold pizza while watching cartoons.  Their parents
would be back that night.  Their two day vacation was almost
over.

"Danny?"

Danny moved his focus from the television to Chris.  "Yeah?"

"If I tell you something.  You have to promise not to tell
anyone."

"Okay, I promise."  Danny leaned in intrigued, he loved
secrets.

"No, I mean you have to swear to God you won't tell anyone.
And if you do, you will get struck by lightening and die!"

"Okay! Okay! I swear, hope to die...now what's the secret?"

"The reason why my Dad and I don't get along is because he
used to touch me."

"No way!"  Danny's eyes grew wide.  He scooted closer to
Chris on the couch and whispered, "You mean he like molests
you and stuff?"

"Well, no.  He used to try to.  But I stopped him."

"What exactly happened?   I mean where did he touch you and
what did you do?"  Danny didn't even realize he had an
erection as he sat Indian style on the couch next to Chris.

"He would go grabbing for my crotch and stuff and I would
move his hand."
"Why?"

"I don't know.  I think he is a pervert or something."

"No, I mean why did you stop him."

"What?  Because it's gay!  Because he's my dad!"

"I think I read somewhere that that doesn't make you gay.
And since it's your dad it seems like you would want to make
him happy."

"Yeah, that's easy for you to say.  Your dad isn't trying to
fuck you."

Danny looked down at his feet and frowned. "I don't have a
dad."

"I'm sorry Danny, I didn't mean..."

Danny laughed.  "You're so easy."

Chris pushed him a little and began laughing too.   They
ordered another couple of pizzas and spent the rest of the
day watching movies.  Around eleven they heard the car pull
up and they ran out to greet their parents.  Chris grabbed
his bag after hugging Susan and Danny goodbye.  The ride home
started off silently.  Finally Marcus said something.

"I may have done something a little rash this weekend."

"What? Did you propose to Susan?" Chris joked.

Marcus remained silent.

"Dad, you didn't.  You barely know her!"

"Well we've been dating for months and we've known each other
for over a year."

"You and mom dated five years and look how that turned out."

"That was different.  I loved your mom dearly, but we got
married more because it seemed like what was supposed to
happen next.  Not because it's what we really wanted."

"Susan and I can grow together.  We have the same dreams,
same ambitions.  We want the same things out of life.  We
agreed that if you and Danny weren't okay with this we
wouldn't do it."

"I don't disagree exactly.  I just think you are moving too
fast."

"This affects you as much as it does me.  So I won't go into
it if you aren't sure.   But I really think this is the best
for both of us."

"I trust you Dad.  If you want to marry her, you have my
blessing."

"Thanks, kiddo."  Marcus put his arm around his son and
pulled him close.  It wasn't even conscious.  He was just
happy and wanted to hug his son.  Well as much of a hug as he
could give in the front seat of the car.  As soon as he
realized what he had done he prepared for Chris to pull away.
But Chris didn't.  He laid his head on his father's chest and
closed his eyes.  Marcus's heart swelled.  He couldn't have
been happier.  He was getting married and his son was coming
around.  He was going to have a family again.

                       ***************

Susan stood at the stove stirring the fettuccini when Danny
walked up to her.  "I'm bored.  Can I help cook dinner?"

"Sure honey, you can make the alfredo sauce."

Danny opened the fridge and started pulling out the
ingredients.  He loved helping his mom in the kitchen.  He
pretended he was a famous French Chef working at a five star
restaurant.  "Uh oh..."

"What's wrong dear?"

Danny held up the empty carton of milk.  Someone drank all
but a teaspoon of it and put it back into the fridge.  When
it was just her and Danny they rarely ever ran out of milk
because neither of them drank it.  It was only used for
cooking.  After three weeks of marriage Susan was still
adapting to her new family.

"Hubby?" Susan yelled to Marcus in the living room.

He wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled her neck, "Yes my
beautiful bride?"

She giggled, "Could you please run to the store and pick up
some milk sweetie?"

"With pleasure.  Need anything else?"

She looked back at Danny who looked into the fridge again and
shook his head.  "Nope, just the milk."

"Can I go too?" Danny asked.

"Sure." Marcus shrugged.

"Hey, Danny and I are headed to the store, you wanna come?"
Marcus asked Chris who was sprawled out on the floor playing
San Andreas.

"Nah, I'm good.  Can you bring back some ice cream though?"

"Will do."

When they got into the car Danny snuggled against Marcus.
Marcus put his arm around him and pulled out of the driveway.
Danny's hand was midway up Marcus's thigh.  He wasn't sure if
Danny had it there because it was a comfortable place to put
it or if it was something sexual.  Whatever Danny's
intention, Marcus got a raging hard-on and there was no way
that Danny didn't see it.  But he didn't say anything.

Neither of them said a word until they reached the store.
Danny asked for a cheap watergun with candy.  Marcus told him
he could have it and picked up one for Chris too.  On the
ride back Danny got into the same position but with his hand
even higher up Marcus's thigh, closer to his erection.

Marcus used the hand around Danny to touch his side.  He put
his hand under Danny's shirt and played with his stomach.
His skin felt so smooth, he rubbed the boy's small belly,
then rolled his nipple between his fingers.  He couldn't
gauge Danny's reaction because he couldn't see his face.  He
moved his hand towards the boy's ass.  His heart was
pounding.  If he misinterpreted simple affection for
attraction he would probably end his marriage and go to
prison in one swoop.  He cupped Danny's buttcheek lightly and
didn't move.  His entire body stiffened as he waited for some
response.

Danny slowly moved his hand up Marcus's thigh and placed it
on his crotch.   He looked up at Marcus with those innocent
brown eyes and smiled.   Marcus took his hand off the wheel
and undid his fly pulling out his cock for Danny to play
with.  Instead of grabbing it, Danny leaned forward and put
it in his mouth.  Marcus moaned audibly.  Danny licked up and
down Marcus's shaft then sucked as much as he could into his
small mouth.

Marcus ran his fingers through the boy's hair while he bobbed
up and down on his dick.  It was the hottest thing Marcus had
ever seen.  "Oh God! That feels so good.  Don't stop." He
begged.  He had trouble keeping his eyes open and
concentrating on the rode.  All too soon he felt his
impending orgasm.  "I'm gonna cum." He warned.  Danny sped up
his assault and Marcus shot three times deep into the boy's
throat.  Danny swallowed it all except one stray drop that
ran down the corner of his mouth.  Danny caught it with his
finger and licked it off.

They pulled up in front of the house.  Marcus was sweating.
"You aren't going to tell your mother are you?"

"I wasn't planning on it, but I can if you want me to."

"Um...that's okay."

"Marcus?"

"Yes?"

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"Would it be okay...would you mind if I called you `Dad'?"

Marcus smiled.  "I'd like that very much."

When they entered the house Chris gave Marcus a cold stare.
He knew they had been up to something because Marcus diverted
his gaze.  As Marcus headed to the kitchen with the milk and
ice cream, Danny headed towards Chris.  "Look! Dad bought us
waterguns.  This one is yours."  He tossed him the gun.  Then
he leaned forward and whispered, "I'll tell you about it when
we go to sleep tonight."

Chris went back to playing his game.  He didn't want to say
anything about how "Marcus" had suddenly become "Dad".  He
found himself slightly jealous.