Date: Sun, 16 Jun 2019 19:01:34 -0400
From: Tagen <tagenhard@gmail.com>
Subject: Home Schooled-10

Please give to nifty so the fun can continue for all of us.
I just did.


This story is fantasy for the mind and the author does not condone
or encourage such action in real life.


Home Schooled 10

by Tagenhard
tagenhard@gmail.com     tagenhard@tutanota.com



This is still a continuation of the time line from chapter 9


Colt and Stew had cleaned up and Colt went to the backyard, which was
fenced off and private, and dropped his ripped clothes on the ground.
Then he proceeded to garden in the nude. Harper got home from school
and walked up slowly to his naked dad and stared. Colt sat back on his
haunches and spread his legs so Harper could get a clear view. "I'll let
you
get a better look tonight when I tuck you in but for now you better go do
your homework." Colt instructed knowing his wife would show up any
moment. Harper ran off and sure enough a few moments later Colt's wife
showed
up.

"Well what's this about?" She asked with amusement.
Colt stood up and looked to his wife. "You were right, those clothes were
ready to fall apart and they did."
She laughed but then looked at her watch. "Susy will be home any
minute, the boys understand what that is." She said pointing at his cock.
"But I don't think she's ready to learn about it."
Colt laughed and headed for the shower.


Derek and Justin had dressed and left and Brant and Skip were about
halfway thru a very quiet dinner. "What's a hand job?" Skip asked
casually while forking some food into his mouth.
"Well." Brant replied slowly. "It could mean a lot of things, I guess. It
depends on how it was used. Where did you hear it?" Brant asked with
trepidation.

"Mr. Derek and Justin were talking and Justin told Mr. Derek that he was
surprised that I gave him a hand job in front of you."
Brant flushed at the reminder of what had happened. "In this case a
hand job would be a slang term for when you were demonstrating
masturbation on me."

Even through Skip knew dam well what a hand job was he wanted to
tease his dad. "Oh I think I like that better than masturbation. A hand
job, that sounds cooler." Skip smiled. "I gave your cock a hand job." Skip
smiled innocently at his dad. "Would that be the right way to say it?"

Brant was feeling flustered. "Technically yes that would be the proper
use of the slang terms but it's not something you need to be saying."
"Why not?" Skip asked now giving his dad his full attention having
cleared his plate.

Brant wanted this to end. "It has to do with implications. When you say
something in a certain way it implies something. What you did Friday
was demonstrate masturbation using my penis as part of your anatomy
class. That implies that you were learning something and it was done as
part of the education process." Brant took a deep breath. "To say you
gave my cock a hand job implies sex. You can ask Mr. Derek to explain it
to you better during class. Do you want some Ice cream for dessert?"
Brant hoped this would be the end of it.

"Chocolate if we have it please." Skip replied respectfully. "So I'm not
totally wrong in saying I gave your cock a hand job." Skip then giggled.
Brant shot him a dirty look but didn't say anything.

They watched some TV and Skip fell asleep on the sofa. Brant gently
picked him up and Skip wrapped his legs and arms around him. Brant
admitted to himself how good it felt having their warm bodies touch
each other and holding the smooth silky skin of his son. Brant headed for
Skip's room. "Your bed dad." Skip said sleepily.

Brant sighed knowing he should make Skip sleep in his own bed more,
but he gave in and carried the boy to his bed. He laid him down and
pulled the sheet up over him and gave him a kiss on the forehead.
"Good night son, sleep well." Brant whispered then left the room. Brant
finished watching the show that was on and then closed up the house,
he crawled into bed alongside his son. Skip rolled over and up against his
side and rested his head on his dad's chest. Brant slipped his arm under
him and cradled him in, his fingers lay on Skip's hip.


Dinner and the rest of the evening at the Davis household went as usual,
only Stew and Colt knew there was a change to the family dynamic.
Tonight was Colt's night to tuck Susy and Harper into bed. Susy being
younger was first at 8 pm. Colt read to her for half an hour as she slowly
drifted off.
Harper was next at 9 pm, tonight coincided with when the wife's
favorite TV show came on. Colt followed Harper into his bedroom and
watched as his son stripped and changed to change into his pj's.

"Stew has told me about you two having naked time together." Harper
looked to his dad scared. "It's alright." Colt soothed as he reached out
and pulled his naked 9 year old son into his arms. "It's a special guy
thing, so don't let your mom know, but it is okay for you to look and
touch and anything else you want with Stew or even some other guy if
you want."

Harper relaxed in his arms. "Really, you're not mad."
Colt brushed his fingers thru Harper's hair. "No I'm not mad, if this is
what you want to do then it is ok. But never let anyone make you do
something you don't want to. That parts important, only do what you
want to do. Understand?" Colt looked at Harper firmly.

"Yes dad." Harper replied as he felt his dad's hand gently caress his back
and butt.
"Now Stew has told me that you are sucking his cock and that you also
sucked Skip's uncle Trent. Is that right?" Harper nodded yes. "I bet that
was kinda fun, wasn't it."
"At first Stew told me guys do that but I didn't believe him till I saw
Skip
do it with his uncle and then they let me try, and yea I guess it is kinda
fun." Harper rambled out excitedly.

Colt ruffled his hair again with a smile. "There is one thing you have to
promise me, don't let anyone put their thing in your butt without telling
me first. If you decide you want to try that, and you don't have to. Just
because someone else you know does it, doesn't mean you have to do it.
But if you decide to do it, let me know first. Ok?"

"Okay daddy." Harper agreed not sure why they were talking about this.
"A boys first fucking should be special and I want it to be special for
you."
Colt brushed Harper's cheek. "Now I want you to know you can always
ask me or talk to me about anything. And if you ever want to look at me
or touch me, that's okay to. All you have to do is ask."

"Thanks daddy." Harper gushed and threw his arms around his dad's neck
and hugged. Colt smiled and felt good that they could share this bond.
Colt let Harper out of his grasp and watched him pull his pj's on and
crawl into bed. Colt tucked the sheets in around Harper and kissed him
goodnight on the lips. Then he left disappointed Harper didn't ask to
look at him, but he didn't want to push Harper into something he didn't
want. Besides he knew Stew would do anything he wanted for him.

It was 10 and Colt's wife turned off the TV and announced she was
turning in for the night. Colt said he wanted to read a little longer
before
turning in. About 11, Colt closed his book and turned off the house
lights. From the hall to the kid's rooms he saw a light still coming from
under Stew's door. He knocked very lightly before opening Stew's door, to
find Stew sitting on the floor against the bed. He was naked and hard and
slowly stroking himself.

Stew looked at his dad. "I was hoping you would visit." Then licked his
lips.
Colt quietly closed the door and stepped over to his son pulling his cock
free from his Joe Boxer sleep wear. Stew opened his mouth and Colt slid
his growing meat into his son's mouth for a face fucking.


Brant dozed off and dreamed about what had happened last Friday and
his shame and humiliation at having blasted his load on his son. The
dream was vivid and he could feel in his mind the touch of his son. He
moaned softly in his sleep at the feeling of having his cock played with
and the softness of his son's hands. But in the dream Skip wasn't just
jerking him off but he was also stroking Skip's little boy cock at the same
time.

 In the beginning of the dream Derek was sitting there watching
Brant as his son jerked him off but now Derek had faded from the vision
and it was just him and Skip alone. Brant was feeling ashamed that he
was taking pleasure in this, he knew it was wrong but it felt so good. The
dream changed and Brant saw himself and Skip no longer in the
classroom but lying on the bed, jerking each other off. Brant could feel
the tender touch of his son's hand on his burning cock and he could feel
the hard little nail between his fingers as he stroked his son. Skip leaned
in and suckled on one of his pouty nipples.

The dream was so real and Brant mixed with lust and shame exploded jet
after jet of his cum up onto his chest. As he did he felt Skip's body jerk
and spasm as he gave his son a dry orgasm. The dream faded and Brant
sighed with the afterglow as he feel deeper into sleep.


The rudeness of the alarm clock broke into Brant's blissful sleep.
"Rise and shine bucko." Brant yawned as he sat up in bed.
Skip stirred and yawned himself. He got to his knees and gave his dad a
kiss on the cheek. "Thanks dad. I love you." Then jumped from the bed
and scurried off.

Brant called out "I love you also." As he saw the soft round ass cheeks
bounce away. Brant pulled himself out of bed and took his morning pee,
then stood in front of the mirror. His eyes widened in horror at his
reflection, and guilt washed over him as he looked down and saw his
dried cum encrusted chest hair.



Derek was walking in just as Brant was walking out carrying his gym bag.
"Good morning." Brant greeted. "Remember the cleaners are here today."
"Oh right." Derek replied and then thought quickly. "How about Skip and I
go to the club with you. I can use it as a gym class for him and get him to
do some exercises."

Brant was still feeling uneasy about last night and wasn't sure if it
really
happened as he dreamed it or if he just had a wet dream. Skip didn't say
anything at breakfast and Brant sure wasn't going to ask. He wanted
some time to himself to think but didn't feel he could justify refusing the
request, so he agreed.

Skip and Derek sat quietly in the backseat as Brant drove. No one talked
and Derek spent most of his time texting on his phone. In the locker
room as they changed Brant explained that he had his workout routine
set and so they were on their own. He instructed Skip to obey Mr. Derek
just like he would in class and to not get in anyone's way. The club wasn't
used to having kids in the gym. Skip promised to be good and Derek
promised to look after him.

Brant was exiting the locker room as Jerold and Malcom walked in. "Hi
guys. Not used to seeing you here on Thursday mornings." Brant greeted.
"Oh Malcolm found himself with a hole in his schedule so we thought we
would get some club time in." Jerold effused.
"We were thinking of the steam room." Malcom added. "Care to join us."
He ran a finger up Brant's arm.
Brant politely laughed. "I got my work out scheduled, sorry. But I'll see
you around." And he headed for the gym sign in desk. He heard the two
laughing as they disappeared into the locker room.

 A few minutes later Derek and Skip came out of the locker room dressed in
 swimsuits. Derek was laughing and he rolled his eyes when Brant looked at
him.
"I just met Malcom. I didn't expect him to be so much older than Jerold."
Brant chuckled. "Yea I think he's in his early 70's compared to Jerold's 40
something." Brant commented. I thought you guys were going to work out?"

"We thought swimming would be just as good and more fun." Derek
explained.
"Oh okay, well I'll be done in about 2 hours. I'll come find you there."
Brant declared and then pushed thru the gym doors and disappeared
into the echoes of clanging barbells. Derek and Skip waiting a few
minutes and then turned around and headed for the locker room.

At the far end they pushed thru a door that led to the steam rooms and
whirlpools. Jerold wearing only a towel was standing in front of one.
"This way gentleman." Jerold gestured into the room and Skip and Derek
entered to find Malcom naked sitting on one of the benches. Jerold
closed the door and turned on the occupied light. Malcom wasn't too
bad for his age, a bit thin with sagging pecs and balls and a fat wrinkly
cock that he was stroking gently.

"We have to be in the pool in say an hour and a half." Derek informed as
he took a seat.
"Plenty of time." Malcom smiled "Come here sweetie and help grandpa
get hard."
Skip peeled off his bathing suit and stood between Malcom's legs."If
get you hard will you fuck me with it?" Skip smiled batting his eyes.
"Aren't you the eager one?" Malcom chuckled. "Sweetie I plan on fucking
you in the mouth and ass and Jerold is going to do the same."
Skip reached out and took hold of the fat wrinkled cock and started to
work his magic on it.

"Aren't you just the bad man?" Jerold said to Derek. "Whoring out
another man's son."
"Give me a week or two and I'll be whoring the dad out also." Derek
laughed.
"We'll definitely want a piece of that action." Jerold grinned. "But for
now
let's fuck this tender morsel. Jerold moved behind Skip and spread his
ass cheeks apart, then dove his mouth to the pucker and rimmed Skip
like his life depended on it.

Skip gasped and opened his mouth, he dropped it onto Malcom's cock
and sucked the head in."Fuckin hell." Malcom moaned.
Derek sat back and watched as Skip bobbed his head up and down the
old queens almost hard cock as his ass got eaten out.
"You're such a naughty child." Malcom moaned out. "I just love naughty
little boys." Malcom wove his fingers into Skip's hair and helped glide his
head up and down. "Fuck, suck my cock little boy, make grandpa happy."

Jerold pulled out of Skip's ass. "I gotta fuck you now." He moaned as he
lined his hard cock up to the boy hole and started to shove in. Skip
wiggled his ass back and forth as Jerold sunk into him. "Shit this little
one's learned some tricks." Jerold chuckled as he went deeper into the
hot velvet tunnel.

"He's a hell of a cock sucker to." Malcom added.
Jerold held Skip by the hips as he got into a fucking motion. "Never
thought I'd fuck one of my client's sons. He is so fucking tight." Jerold
groaned as he thrust himself now balls deep into the little boy cunt.
"He's a dam sight better than your wrinkled old ass."
"Maybe we should adopt." Malcom suggested. "Keep him tied to the bed
to fuck whenever we want to."
"Shit at your age that's only one day a week." Jerold laughed.
"Fuck you." Malcom laughed back.

Derek enjoyed watching the two old lovers banter back and forth as they
used this tender boy for pleasure.
"I'm gonna cum, dam it to soon but I can't stop it." Jerold moaned,
followed by grunts of pleasure as he dumped his cum into Skip.
"My turn, my turn." Malcom announced. "I wanna get in his ass before I
cum." Jerold pulled out and helped Skip scoot up unto Malcom's lap.

Malcom reached back and lined his cock up and tried to push in. It didn't
work so he tried again, "Dam old age, it's like trying to push a
marshmallow into a piggy bank." Malcom complained.
"Here let me help." Jerold offered. Jerold took a hold of the base of his
lovers cock and stroked it a few times till it engorged, then clamped his
finger tight around it holding the blood in. "Try now."
Malcom pushed up and his cock slid in using Jerold's cum as lube. "I'm in,
thanks babe."

"You're welcome now fuck him before you lose it." Jerold laughed.
"You gotta do the work babe." Malcom informed Skip and Skip
started to glide himself up and down the spongy but hard enough shaft.
"You are making grandpa so happy."
Jerold held on to the base the whole time that Skip rode the pogo stick.
Skip varied his speed to make it interesting but then his legs started to
get tired.

"Don't give up yet." Malcom pleaded. "I'll get there soon."
And get there he did after another 20 minutes. The cum came out but I
would be lying if I said it came in jets or spurts. Malcom came and that
was the goal. Skip climbed down and needed help standing up and
stretching his legs. Malcom needed to rest.

Derek and Skip donned their swim suits and were in the water about a
half hour when Brant showed up. "Having fun guys?"
"Hi dad, the waters fun." Skip smiled.
"Well let's get showered and grab an early lunch here, then we can head
home. The cleaners should be gone by then." Brant suggested.

Skip and Derek climbed out of the pool and they headed into the locker
room. First stop was at their lockers where they stripped off whatever
they were wearing and headed for the showers.
Brant turned the corner first into the shower room. The club had never
remodeled the showers into private stalls so it was still an open shower
room. "Hey Bear, how you doing?" Brant greeted the only occupant in the
room.

"Doing good Brant." Bear responded. "Hey who's the midget?" He asked
as Skip walked in.
"That's my son Skip and his school teacher Derek." Brant returned.
"What is this a field trip?" Bear laughed.
"Daddy he's fat." Skip observed voicing his thought.
"Skip, that's rude, apologize at once." Brant instructed Skip firmly.
Beryl Barros, was nick named Bear because he was hairy as could be and
he had a large beer belly hanging down. But even with the belly a fat
cock stuck out.

Bear laughed, "You know why I'm fat kid, because I eat little boys like you
for lunch."
"Yea, well I eat men." Skip returned.
Bear caught the words and gave Skip a strange look. Brant was only
noticing that his son was being disrespectful and the words didn't
register.

"I told you to apologize young man." Brant stated with that voice Skip
knew not to challenge.
Skip got a doe eyed look on his face. "I'm sorry sir for being rude. I'm
just
a little boy and I'm still learning the proper use of my mouth." Skip was
facing Bear and his dad was behind him so Brant didn't see Skip lick his
lips, but Bear did.

"You know how to use your mouth well enough. You just need to learn
when to keep it shut." Brant stated.
Derek wanted to burst out laughing at the double meaning of the
conversation and Brant's ignorance of what Skip's intent was.

They showered off and Brant didn't notice how much attention Skip was
paying to Bear, nor how Bear was constantly soaping his cock.
Brant rinsed off, "Okay let's go."
"We're right behind you." Derek said but held Skip back.
Brant left the shower room and when Derek and Skip walked past Bear,
Skip reached out and grabbed onto his cock. "Don't do that unless you
mean it kid." Bear growled.

"You can do whatever you want." Derek commented. "I'll cover." Derek
stepped over to the entrance to see where Brant was.
As luck would have it Jerold and Malcom were exiting the steam rooms
and walked into Brant before he reached the lockers. "Well we have to
stop meeting like this." Jerold quipped to Brant.
"Definitely." Malcom added. "We should be meeting like this in our
bedroom." He added with a chuckle.

Brant was good natured enough that he laughed at that. "Well if you're a
good boy and put that wish on your Christmas list, you never know what
Santa might bring you."
Jerold noticed Derek signaling to him and understood.
Brant took a step away when his ass was snapped with the end of a
towel. Brant turned around to see Jerold smiling at him. He didn't notice
that Malcom had moved a few feet away behind him, and when he
turned to look at Jerold, Malcom snapped him.

Derek looked back into the shower and saw that Skip was already sucking
Bear's cock. "If you want to fuck him do it quick, I don't know how long
Brant will be distracted."
Looking back to the locker room Brant was twisting back and forth as
Jerold snapped him and then when he turned away Malcom snapped
him. Brant put his hands behind himself to protect his butt, but his cock
got snapped and he bent over to protect it. That left his butt even more
exposed, getting more snaps.

In the shower, Bear had pushed Skip to his hands and knees and was
soaping his little asshole, as he knelt down behind him.
The snapping of the towels had the same effect as spanking and soon
Brant had a full-fledged hard on waving in front of him as he bounced
and twisted back and forth. This of course delighted Jerold and Malcom
but Brant was feeling humiliated as his hard cock waved about.
"Oh this one likes S and M." Malcom sneered.

Bear pushed himself it the boy's ass without finesse and Skip squeaked.
Brant was too busy to hear it as he tried in vain to protect himself.
Derek had the perfect view, with the slight turn of the head he could see
Brant being toyed with and humiliated by the two queens as his son got
butt fucked in the shower.

Bear's massive belly laid across Skip's back hiding the actual view of his
cock thrusting in and out of the boy hole.
Two other member's strolled into the locker room and observed the
towel play. They stood and laughed a Brant's predicament and his
bouncing hard on, furthering his humiliation.

The excitement of an unexpected fuck and with a little boy no less, lead
Bear to a quick orgasm, he would have been disappointed if it hadn't felt
so fucking good.

Seeing that Bear was finishing up, Derek decided to create a situation to
his advantage. He walked out of the shower room and towards Brant.
"Okay you senior delinquents. Give the guy a break."
Malcom and Jerold both booed Derek as he intervened, but they stopped
their horse play laughing. "Sorry, no hard feelings I hope?" Jerold stated
with a smile.

Brant, happy that it was over, smiled back. "It's all good." And moved
quickly to his locker realizing that if they had kept it up much longer he
was about ready to pop a load. He was so busy pulling clothes on that he
didn't realize that Skip didn't join them till minutes later.

Brant calmed down as they sat on the clubs outside patio eating lunch
and enjoying the weather. When he went to sign the chit, he was
informed that Jerold and Malcom had covered it. They left a note saying
"Thanks for today's fun." Brant thought that was nice of them, Derek
thought it was funny.

Skip stripped off as soon as they got in the car and Derek followed suit.
Brant just shook his head and thought back to Trent and Skip doing the
same thing. Derek openly fondled himself the whole way back to the
house and when they parked and got out, his cock was swinging hard in
front of him.

Luckily the cleaners had already finished and were gone Brant thought as
they walked into the house. Derek instructed Skip to go to class and start
on his math book. Derek himself followed Brant to his bedroom and
leaned against the door frame, slowly stroking himself as Brant started to
undress.

"Skip really enjoyed the club today." Derek stated. "Maybe we could
make this a regular Thursday thing." He suggested as he continued to
stroke himself openly.

Brant was pulling on his nylon running shorts. "Maybe we could, let me
think about it."
"Are we digressing?" Derek asked.
Brant looked at him puzzled.
"Well yesterday you finally joined in on going naked, but now you're
reverting back to wearing shorts." Derek pointed out.
Brant chuckled. "Just habit I guess" He responded and then pulled them
off.

Derek stepped into the room once Brant was naked. "Let me look and
make sure those bad boys didn't hurt you."
Brant laughed at Derek's joke but stood still as Derek ran his hand over
Brant's firm hard ass. "It all looks good from here." Derek commented. "I
was glad I was able to stop them before they got too carried away."
"Oh yes, I guess I owe you a thank you." Brant voiced.
"I think you owe me more than that." Derek stated as he stepped in front
of Brant and placed his hands on Brant's shoulders and excreted
pressure down.

Brant allowed himself to be pushed to his knees and now had Derek's
hard cock in his face.
"You know you want to." Derek said firmly.
Brant sighed and opened his mouth and took Derek's hard on into his
mouth and sucked.
"Yes." Derek hissed as Brant sucked his cock with skill.
Derek missed the small set of eyes peering around the corner as he got a
blow job from his student's dad.

That night Skip crawled into bed with his dad and snuggled up to his
side. It was a warm night and Brant hadn't turned the central AC on yet.
He was naked since that's how he slept and no covers on. Brant stirred
enough to be conscious that Skip was snuggling up to him and wrapped
his arm around Skip as Skip rested his head against his dad's chest. Brant
sighed in contentment and then dozed back off.

It was sometime in the dark of night, that Brant's mind sensed something
out of place. His mind focused and realized that a small hand was
wrapped around his soft cock, and was trying to stroke it to hardness.
Brant let Skip fondle his flaccid meat figuring he would give up when he
got no reaction.

But Skip didn't stop and Brant wanted to sleep. "What you doing sport?"
Brant said softly.
"I dunno dad, just wanted to touch it." Skip replied in a soft innocent
voice.
"Well you should ask first, it's not nice to just grab a guy's junk." Brant
stated and gave Skip a slight slap on his exposed ass.

"Ow, hey, oh look it's getting hard now." Skip exclaimed.
Brant became more conscious and realized that indeed he was now half
hard. "Let go of it son." Brant ordered.
"No." Skip responded and gripped onto the now half hard cock of his
father tighter.

"I said let go." Brant raised his voice and gave him another slap on the
ass. Harder than the first but not an abusive hit.
"Wow, it just got totally hard dad." Skip cheered at how fast his dad's
meat had pumped up. Skip didn't make the connection between the
spank and his dad getting hard but Brant did. He was confused and
angered by his reaction. He didn't want to get a hard on from spanking
his son, he didn't want to be like Farmer Joe.

He needed to end this but didn't want to make it a bad scene. As he was
quickly thinking the situation thru he felt a mouth swallow his cock head.
"No." Brant moaned with a drawn out breath. Without thinking he
swatted Skip's ass again. "Stop that Skip." He wanted Skip to stop but the
spank made his cock throb more.

More of the hard daddy shaft sank into Skip's sucking mouth confusing
Brant even more about his feelings. If he had been more aware, he
would have realized his son was sucking cock with great ability. It would
have been obvious that this wasn't his first time.

Instead he was feeling guilt and self-loathing and wondering why he was
more turned on than he had ever been in his life. His body was tingling
with electric shocks at all of his nerve ends. This was so fucking erotic.
Brant's moral mind shut down as the erotic drive took over. He found
himself spanking his son over and over as Skip swallowed his hard
throbbing daddy cock.

Skip didn't understand why his dad was spanking him but now that he
had his dad's shaft in his mouth he wasn't going to give it up. He bobbed
his head on his daddies' hard cock, trying to give the best blow job he's
given anyone. He didn't realize that fact was lost on his now lust driven
dad.

Brant placed his hand on the back of his son's head and pushed it down
further onto his cock. He increased the strength of his swats on his son's
ass. "Is this what you want? To be a cock whore? To be a daddy cock
sucker? You want to be like me when I was your age?" Brant growled.
"Then fine, swallow my prick and drink my cum." Brant ordered as he
gave Skip one more hard slap and then exploded into his son's mouth. A
deep rich guttural howl emitted from Brant as he pumped his son full of
the seed that created him.

Skip swallowed as fast as he could but there was so much he gagged
slightly and some spilled out of his mouth. Skip felt his dad hold his head
in place as he received another swat and some more cum. Skip realized
that each time his dad spanked him, another jet of cum filled his mouth.
Skip didn't know what that meant.

Then the moment was over. The spanking hand stopped. The jets of cum
stopped. Brant's hand left Skip's head.
Brant's moral mind burst open it's door and Mr. Regret and Mr. Doubt
and Mr. Guilt rushed in and trampled over Mr. Erotic Bliss, in their rush
to get to the front of Brant's consciousness first.

Brant pushed Skip away and sat up on the side of the bed with his back
to his son.
"Dad?" Skip asked with trepidation.
"You need to go to your room." Brant stated softly.
"But dad." Skip returned.
"I said go to your room." Brant stated firmly punctuating each word.

Skip was confused, he wanted to cuddle but he knew that tone and knew
not to question it. He got off the bed and sadly walked to the door. He
stopped and looked at his dad's turned back. "Thank you dad, I liked
doing that." He uttered and then went to his room.

Brant's shoulders slumped down further.