Date: Mon, 21 May 2001 10:34:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tom Borden <tombor99@excite.com>
Subject: "My Father, My Son"  22nd Installment

Following is the twenty-second chapter of my novel, "My Father, My Son."
The story is mostly fiction, but contains some elements that are true from
the author's own experience.  The story contains explicit descriptions of
sexual activity among family members, but contains no violence of a sexual
nature.  Also, all sexual activity is with the complete consent of all the
persons involved.  In addition, although condoms are never mentioned, it is
the author's intention that readers should assume that condoms are used
whenever anal intercourse is performed by any of the characters.  Any
persons who are offended by material of this nature should read no further.
The author welcomes any comments at any time, whether constructive or
destructive, and whether praiseful or damning.  Suggestions of any kind are
equally welcome.

Send to:  tombor99@excite.com


My Father, My Son
Chapter 22

The day after Michael and Karl left for New York, Maggie was notified that
they would be arriving home that evening, cutting short their planned
five-day New York vacation.  The weather had turned oppressively hot, with
a dry and dusty wind blowing across the range.  For their homecoming,
Maggie had prepared a supper of cold chicken sandwiches and potato salad.
She also baked several lemon meringue pies.  Karl had made it clear that
lemon meringue was his all time favorite and that no one had ever come
close to the perfection that Maggie had achieved in making them.  Maggie
knew that she would never again try to tempt Karl into another dalliance
with her, but she always reserved that little grain of hope that Karl would
like to show his appreciation in some sexual way to her for baking his
favorite pie.

"How did everything go down here, Maggie, while we were gone," inquired
Michael.

"Well, you weren't gone long enough for anything unusual to happen," said
Maggie.  "I feel kind of sorry for Tony, though.  He really does well in
the kitchen, and he's a big help.  But last night after we finished feeding
the gang, he just went back to his room and never came out.  He didn't have
his TV on, either.  And tonight, when we finished cleaning up the kitchen,
he did the same thing, even though he knew you were on the way home.  He's
in his room again with the door closed, and with both his light and his TV
off.  I offered to play a game of Gin with him, but he just said he doesn't
like cards and went to his room."

"Oh, Maggie," said Karl.  "I just don't know what to do about Tony.  I
guess I should not have brought him down here.  I should have realized he
wouldn't be happy.  He's a terribly sensitive young man and he really needs
someone to mother him.  I don't know what to do about him."

Michael said, "I think we should be able to figure out something for Tony.
I have some friends in Goliad he might like.  He needs to make some new
friends now that he's down here.  I'll take him into town one day for lunch
and introduce him to a couple of guys I know.  Don't worry, Karl.  I know
you feel an obligation to him.  He'll be okay."


Several days later, Corky loaded a number of new watering troughs onto the
truck and set out early the next morning for the far reaches of the ranch
to install them as replacements for those that had become badly corroded
over the years.  He intended to be back by noon, but the work was going
slowly and it looked as though it would end up as an all day job.  On his
cell phone he called Tony, who that day was fixing lunch for the hands.

"Tony, this is Corky.  I'm out here on the east end and I won't be able to
get back for lunch.  So don't make any sandwiches for me today."

Tony replied, "Well, you can't go without lunch, Corky.  After I give the
hands their lunch bags, I'll take the jeep and bring your lunch to you."

"That sounds great, Tony.  I'm over on the east side just where Hammond
Road dead ends at our fence."

When Tony pulled up to where Corky was working, he unloaded a cooler
containing several cans of beer, a thermos of coffee, and a thermos of
milk.

"Corky, I didn't know what you wanted to drink, so I brought a variety.
You can take your pick.  Also there's two ham sandwiches and two cheddar
cheese sandwiches.  And I've got a big wedge of watermelon there in the
cooler if you want it."

Corky put down his tools and sat down on the grass under a tree.  "Did you
bring anything for yourself to eat, Tony?  Why don't you stay and keep me
company while I eat."

"Yeah, I did bring a sandwich along for myself in case you wanted some
company.  Say, Corky.  Where's Ricky?  Every time I see you working, he's
usually with you helping."

"Oh, I don't know," Corky sighed.  "I'm not sure what's going on.  You
know, he and I room together."

"Yeah, I know.  And I know you guys are really close."

"Well, Tony, we used to be very close.  But lately . . . I don't know
. . . he lets me touch him and hug him and all that, but that's about all.
He used to live with Jake, but they had a falling out over something really
dumb.  Now all Ricky seems to be able to think about is Jake.  I love Ricky
a lot, if you know what I mean, but it's so hard now to live with him when
I don't know really what his feelings are for me anymore."

Tony stared at the ground and said, "Yeah, I know what you mean."

Corky said, "You and Karl used to be lovers when you were back in New York,
weren't you?"

"Yeah.  'Used to' is right.  But I lost him when he came down here.  I knew
that I'd lost him, but I still wanted to be near him.  I badgered Karl
until he brought me down.  And I had some twisted idea that we could still
be together.  I don't anymore, though."

Tony pulled up his knees and rested his chin on them as he looked sadly out
over the range.  "I don't know what I want to do anymore.  I don't want to
go back to New York.  Not without Karl.  And I don't want to stay here
anymore."

When Karl finished his sandwiches, he lay back on the grass and stared at
the sky.  "Aw, Tony.  You make me feel sad when you tell me that.  I guess
nothing seems to be working out for either one of us."

"Yeah, I guess," sighed Tony.  "I do my work, and they tell me I do it
okay, but then when I'm done, I just go to my room and go to bed.
Sometimes I cry myself to sleep.  And sometimes I'm so tired, I just go to
sleep.  I just don't know what I want to do."

Corky knew what Tony was going through.  He had begun to have that same
feeling of displacement and, in a way, that helpless feeling of being
forsaken and rejected.

Soon, Tony got up and said that he needed to get back to the house since he
was having to prepare dinner that evening also.  After Tony had left, Corky
remained lying there, staring at the clouds floating by.  He thought about
how fragile love is, and how anxious and faltering he had felt about his
relationship with Ricky from the day they started sharing a room together.
He had felt that there was always something between the two of them, but
now he was certain of it.  It was Jake.  And he knew it would always be
Jake.  That great line from the movie "All About Eve" came to his mind.  It
was the line where Bette Davis realized that Eve was coming between her and
her lover.  "It's all about Eve, isn't it?  It's always about Eve!"  Corky
closed his eyes and repeated over and over, "It's all about Jake.  It's all
about Jake."


That evening, when the ranch crew had finished supper and the kitchen was
cleaned up, Tony once again went without a word to his room and closed the
door.  Corky had eaten his supper with Enrique.  When he finished, he put
his hand on Enrique's arm.

"Ricky, I'm going back to the bunkhouse.  Are you coming?"

"Not right now, Corky," answered Enrique.  "I want to talk to Jake for a
minute."

"Okay, Ricky.  I'm going to watch TV for awhile in our new TV lounge.
That's where I'll be."

Corky watched television for about an hour and fell asleep in his chair.
He awoke about eleven o'clock and walked back to his room.  Enrique was not
there.  Corky stepped outside and looked down to the end of the building at
Jake's window.  The light was out.  An empty feeling swept over Corky as he
went back into his room.  He lay on the bed in the dark, fully dressed,
staring at the shadows on the ceiling cast by the yard light outside.

He suddenly felt a terrible wave of loneliness sweep over him.  All he
could picture in his mind was Jake and Ricky lying in bed together.  Then
he thought of Tony-poor Tony-lying in his own bed, probably crying himself
to sleep again.  He and Tony needed each other.  He thought if any two
people needed each other at that moment, it was he and Tony.

It was now midnight.  Getting up and walking outside, Corky left his door
unlocked in case Enrique returned.  As he walked toward the house, he found
Michael and Karl sitting on the back verandah totally naked and each
sipping on a glass of wine.  They had just made love and were sitting
outside relaxing together before going to sleep.  Thinking they would be
alone, they were both startled to see Corky approaching at that hour.

Looking rather distressed, Corky said, "Michael, I need to go inside and
talk to Tony for a few minutes.  Is it okay if I go in?"

"Well, sure, Corky," replied Michael.  "Can I ask, though, is something
wrong?"

"No, no.  Everything's okay.  I just need to talk with him about
something."

Corky knocked lightly on Tony's door, but there was no answer.  After
knocking several more times, he turned the knob and slowly stepped inside.
The outside yard lights at the rear of the house cast enough light into the
room so that Corky could see that Tony was sound asleep.  Corky felt
disappointed since he desperately felt he needed to talk.  He sat down as
quietly as he could on the side of Tony's bed.

Corky shook his head and covered his face and thought, "What the hell am I
doing here.  This is really stupid."

Just as he was about to get up and leave, Tony moved and opened his eyes.
"Corky!  You scared me.  What are you doing here?"

"Oh, I was just passing by."  Corky thought, "My God, what a stupid thing
to say!"

"Tony, you know we talked about things earlier today.  I just felt like I
needed to talk some more."

"Corky, shouldn't you be back in your room with Ricky?"

"That's just it, Tony.  I think Ricky's spending the night with Jake."

Tony sat up, revealing that dark skinned, slender torso of his.  Reaching
out and laying his hand on Corky's forearm, Tony sighed, "Oh, Corky."

Looking at the floor, Corky said, "Tony, I don't know what to do.  I have
this terrible feeling that I've been abandoned and thrown aside.  I've been
alone all my life, Tony.  Or at least since I was twelve, when I ran away
from home.  I made a lot of mistakes in my life, but when I came to work
for the Walkers, they were so good to me that I made up my mind I was going
to be a good person and work hard and never hurt anybody.  And I actually
thought I was being rewarded when Ricky came into my life.  Ain't that
silly?  I wasn't being rewarded at all.  I was just being played with."

The tears on Corky's cheeks glistened in the rays of the yard light coming
through the window.  Tony threw his legs over the side of the bed and sat
next to Corky with his arm around Corky's shoulder.

"Corky," choked Tony, "I'm so glad you came in here to see me.  I don't
think there are two people in the world who feel what each other is going
through as much as you and me.  Hug me Corky."

Corky threw his arms around Tony's bare body and they both fell over onto
the bed.  Corky lightly kissed Tony on the cheek and neck.  "I'm glad I
came in, too.  I just think I needed to be with someone tonight."

Tony kissed Corky on the cheek.  "We both just need to be with someone
tonight.  We just need to know that there is someone near us who cares a
little bit."

Neither Corky nor Tony felt inclined to have any sexual activity with each
other.  What they each needed more than anything was to be held tightly by
someone who understood and who cared.

When Maggie's breakfast bell rang, Corky awoke with a start, still fully
dressed, and finding himself pressed close to Tony's naked body.  Looking
down at Tony's sleeping face, Corky thought what a dear, sweet face he had.
He looked like a child-not a day over fourteen or fifteen.  And how kind
and understanding Tony had been.  Corky had failed to take a shower the
night before, and he felt sweaty and cruddy.  But he felt a new calmness
come over him.  He had always been sort of a loner and had never been
particularly friendly with anyone on the ranch.  But now he felt an
affinity to Tony that he had never felt before, except with Ricky.  Here
was someone to whom he had opened up his feelings; someone who truly
understood.

Corky leaned over and kissed Tony on the cheek and tip-toed out.  As he
passed through the kitchen to the outside, Maggie gave him her usual
knowing look.  Corky blurted out, "We didn't do anything!"  Immediately, he
thought, "Another stupid remark!"

When Corky opened the door to his room, he found Enrique in bed and asleep.
He quietly undressed and took a shower and shaved.  As he was dressing,
Enrique awoke and propped himself up on one elbow and looked at Corky.

"I got back here sort of late.  I was down in Luke's room playing cards
with him and a couple of other guys.  I lost track of the time and when I
noticed it was already two in the morning, I left.  But then I found you
weren't here."

"You were playing cards?  I thought you were with Jake, Ricky."

"Jake was playing cards with us for a little while, but he went back to his
room early and went to bed."  Enrique sat up on the side of the bed,
looking puzzled.  "Corky, why did you think I was with Jake?  Did you think
I was with him all night?  In his room?"

"Well, Ricky, you didn't tell me where you were going after supper, and
when you still weren't here at midnight, I just assumed . . . ."

Enrique looked down at the floor.  "I know, Corky.  I know how you assumed
that because of what I told you before.  You know, about how much I missed
him and all that.  If I was gonna stay with Jake again, I'd sure tell you."

"Ricky, do you want to stay with Jake again?"

Enrique sat quietly for a long time before he answered.  "I don't know.
Maybe.  I just don't know.  I hear Josiah's coming home pretty soon.  And
that'll kind of settle the question."

Corky knew in his bones that the days of his relationship with Enrique were
numbered and he felt it was nothing short of torture for both of them to
let it go on.  Facing Enrique and putting both hands on his shoulders,
Corky said, "I want you to find some time today to talk with Jake.  I want
you both to come to some understanding about what you mean to each other.
And that means you both need to be very honest with each other.  If the two
of you agree to have you move back in with him, so be it.  I'll understand,
Ricky."

Enrique threw his arms around Corky.  "I love you, Corky.  Ever since you
rescued me from that fire, I . . . ."

"That's no basis for love, Ricky," Corky interrupted.  "What you're feeling
is gratitude.  And I don't want you to stay with me and sleep in my bed
only out of gratitude.  Now you get dressed and get out there and go to
work.  I see on the work list for today you'll be working with Jake all
day.


It had been several weeks since Josiah and Brian had been rescued.  The
time was drawing near when Jeff and Paul would be going back to Austin to
start the fall term.  But before Jeff left, he and Michael decided they
would drive up to San Antonio and visit the two boys.  Both had now been
moved out of Intensive Care and into private rooms, and someone from the
ranch had visited them each day.

Almost as soon as Jeff and Michael entered his room, Josiah asked, "How's
Jake been?  Everybody else from the ranch seems to have come up here to see
us, but Jake hasn't ever come up.  I hope he isn't mad at me or something."

Michael put his hand on Josiah's arm.  "I know Jake hasn't been up to see
you, Josiah.  He has this crazy idea that all of this has been his
fault-you know, getting beat up and then shot by Joseph, and then this.  He
thinks that he's bad luck for you and that if he sees you, something else
will happen to you.  He keeps telling me he wants to resign from his job
and leave because he's brings bad luck to you."

Josiah just stared at Michael with his mouth open.  He couldn't believe
what he was hearing.  "That's untrue!  How could he think that?  If it
wasn't for him, I wouldn't have come to the ranch and I wouldn't have found
you guys who have been so nice to me.  He's been like my Paw.  He could
never do anything to hurt me."

"Josiah," said Michael, "I'm not going to accept his resignation, and I'm
going to insist he come up and see you.  Don't blame him.  He means well,
Josiah.  You're like a son to him, but he's scared that he has brought you
bad luck."

"No, no, no!" retorted Josiah, "If it wasn't for him, I would never have
met Brian.  You know, Brian is the best friend I ever had.  I never knew
what it was like to have a friend, someone who really liked me."

Jeff said, "I know, and we're really glad you and Brian have become so
close."

"Yeah," Josiah continued.  "Brian and me, we tell each other everything,
all our secrets and stuff.  We both can walk okay now and we go into each
other's room here a lot and talk.  Neither one of us remembers that
accident.  But did I tell you that both of us had the same dream-the one
when we both promised each other that if one of us died, we would both go
together?"

As tears began to fill his eyes, Josiah said, "And we both still have that
dream.  Brian and I will always be together."  And then covering his face
with his hands, he stammered, "I love Brian, Michael.  I love him."

Michael and Jeff each took one of Josiah's hands and held them tightly.
Jeff, fighting to hold back his own tears, said, "I know, Josiah.  You'll
need to tell Jake about you and Brian.  You know that, don't you?"

"I know.  And I will."

Michael and Jeff stopped in to see Brian, but he was asleep.  Before they
left, they saw the doctor sitting at the nurses station looking through
some charts.  Stopping to talk with him, they learned that he would be
discharging Josiah and Brian in the next few days.  He believed that any
further recovery could be done at home.  Around the clock nursing care was
no longer needed.

As they drove back to the ranch, Michael said, "You know, it makes my heart
swell to see the love Josiah and Brian have for each other.  They're two
wonderful boys, who have had such sadness and loneliness in their lives.  I
think I know what I'm going to do when they come home.  My house in the
cottonwoods is finished now.  I think I'm going to tell them both to go out
there and stay in that house for several days, or for however long they
want, away from all the rest of us, just so they can be alone together for
awhile.  They've had a rough time-a really terrible time.  They deserve the
time together."


Adriano had been thinking about Charlie and the pending motorcycle ride
ever since he had given Charlie the tour of his facilities.  The fall
semester was about to start, and the coming weekend would be the only time
he would be able to get away to meet Charlie in Fort Stockton. He called
Charlie and made the arrangement with him that he would drive over and meet
him at his apartment at noon on Saturday.

"Hey, little buddy!" was the greeting Adriano received as Charlie answered
the door and ushered him inside.  Charlie was dressed in a sport shirt and
jeans.

"I just got back from the animal clinic.  We're open on Saturday mornings.
Come on in while I change into my motorcycle duds."

Charlie led Adriano into his bedroom.  There was a double bed that looked
like it hadn't been made in months.  Dirty clothes and underwear were
strewn all over the floor, and hanging on the closet door was a large
poster of a woman being fucked by two great looking men from behind in the
ass and from the front in her pussy.  Adriano wondered whether it was women
or men for Charlie, or maybe it was both.

Charlie said, "I see you looking at my poster.  Ain't that hot?  It's a
great scene to jack off to."

Adriano inquired, "Charlie have you ever done what those guys are doing?"

"Naw, I'm afraid not.  I never had the opportunity."

That didn't answer Adriano's question, and he was still left wondering
which way Charlie swung.  Charlie brushed the dirty underwear off of the
chair and motioned to Adriano to sit down.  Then he removed his shirt,
revealing his sensuously rounded pectorals and a washboard stomach.
Adriano tried not to stare and be too obvious with his interest in
Charlie's body as Charlie removed his shoes and pants.  When his briefs
were removed, a large package of balls and penis was released, flopping
down heavily between his legs.

As Charlie reached down and scratched his balls, as well as the rest of his
crotch and between his ass cheeks, he said, "God damn, little buddy.  I've
got jock itch today that won't stop.  Just wait here.  I'm gonna take a
quick shower.  Why don't you entertain yourself while you wait.  There are
some good magazines there on the floor."

Adriano looked through them and found both heterosexual and homosexual
magazines.  They were all well dog-eared and rather sticky.  Obviously
Charlie had given them heavy use.

After Charlie emerged from the shower, Adriano watched him get dressed with
what he called his motorcycle clothes and boots.  Adriano shifted in his
chair to relieve the discomfort being caused by his hard-on being confined
so tightly in his own jeans.

Soon, they were outside.  Adriano still had not completely made up his mind
whether or not he would ride the motorcycle, but Charlie literally picked
him up and placed him on the passenger seat at the rear of the bike.  As
Charlie climbed on, he said, "Now put this helmet on, put your feet on
those little bars down there, and put your arms around me and hold tight."

Doing as he was told, Adriano brought his hands around to the front of
Charlie and could feel the hard ridges on Charlie's stomach.  "Oh, my God,"
he thought.  "My cock is hard as a rock and it's pressing up against
Charlie's butt.  I wonder if he can feel it."

With a roar, the motorcycle took off, throwing Adriano's head back and
causing him to dig his fingers deeply into Charlie's stomach.  He had the
horrible feeling that any minute he was about to be thrown off the bike and
onto the pavement.  In short, he was terrified.  He closed his eyes
tightly.  Not seeing what was going on seemed to help.  He could feel the
bike tipping this way and that as Charlie took the curves at a high rate of
speed.  At every curve, the bike leaned so far over that Adriano believed
he would either be thrown off or the bike itself would tip over.  Soon he
could feel the bike straining as it was apparently climbing a hill.

As they reached the top, Charlie shouted, "Hold on tight.  Here we go!"

Adriano felt his stomach turning as they started down the other side of the
hill. With his eyes still closed, he felt like he was free-falling through
space and that it would end only when they hit bottom with a crash.  He
wondered how many seconds of terrible pain would he suffer before death
actually came.  He soon felt the bike leveling off.

"My God," thought Adriano.  "How long is this going to be?  Is this trip
never going to end?  Please, God, make it end soon!"

Adriano could feel the bike slowing down and then going over some rough
ground.  Opening his eyes, he could tell that they were now off of the
highway and moving slowly along a gravel road beside a small lake.

Coming to a full stop in a small clearing at the shore line, Charlie said,
"Well, how did you like it.  Ain't it thrilling.  There's nothing like
going seventy-five or eighty down a hill.  Wasn't that a great feeling?"

Adriano remained speechless and continued to sit with his hands clutching
at Charlie's stomach muscles.

Trying to dismount, Charlie said, "Hey, buddy, your killing me here.
You're digging into my stomach something terrible.  Your fingernails are
imbedded in me.  I wonder if I'm bleeding!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Charlie!"  When Adriano released his grip, Charlie climbed
off, pulled up the front of his shirt, and looked to see what damage had
been done.  The skin was decidedly red where Adriano's nails had been
pressed.

"Aw, shit.  I might as well take the damned thing off," said Charlie as he
pulled his shirt off up over his head.  Sitting down on the grass, facing
the water, he said, "C'mon, Adriano, take yours off, too."

Adriano thought that this man certainly didn't seem like he was going to go
through any subtle formalities.  As Adriano pulled off his shirt, Charlie
started removing his boots and then his pants.  Adriano thought, "My God,
what happened to the little game two people are supposed to play with each
other's minds before we went this far?"

Charlie was finally completely naked, propped up on one elbow, looking at
Adriano as he was struggling to remove his shoes and pants.  "C'mon, get
'em off," said Charlie, pointing to Adriano's briefs.

When Adriano had finally removed all his clothes, Charlie looked down at
Adriano's prostrate figure and said, "I've been wondering and really
looking forward to knowing what your little body looked like naked.  All I
can say is Yummy!"

As Charlie leaned over and ran his tongue over Adriano's nipples, a shudder
of ecstasy visibly ran through Adriano's body.  Charlie propped himself up
again and, looking into Adriano's eyes, said, "I haven't been with a guy
like this for so long."

"How long's it been?"

"Oh, maybe six or seven years.  That was when I had a lover.  But after he
walked out on me, I just had no more interest looking for someone else.
Every time I'd get horny and see someone I liked, I'd just go somewhere and
jack off, and that'd last me for awhile."

"What made you want me, Charlie?  It seems like you actively worked to get
me right here naked and out in the woods."

"I don't know.  You just seemed different."

"You really never asked me or tried to get me to give you signs that I
would like to be with you.  You brought me out here and told me to get
naked and then told me you wanted to see my naked body.  You must have had
a sign that all this would be okay with me."

"Yeah, I did get a sign.  It was your hard cock pressed against mine when
we hugged that day in your office.  That was a good enough sign for me."
Then lying flat on his back and looking up at the sky, Charlie said, "I'm
not gonna rape you are anything like that.  I just thought you were a nice
guy that day we met in the hospital back in San Antonio."  And then still
looking up at the sky, he added, "And besides that I think you're good
looking.  I like guys your size.  You're so easy to hug.  I just loved
hugging you back there when we were in your office.  You're kind of
fragile.  I like fragile guys."

"What do you mean by fragile?"

"Oh, I don't know.  I just think they're kind of vulnerable.  I like
vulnerable guys.  They just give themselves over to me so I can love them.
They're not all full of aggression and shit.  It's hard for me to love an
aggressive guy."

Adriano propped himself up and looked down at Charlie.  "So you like me
because I'm a little 'fragile' guy, who's vulnerable, and maybe you can
take advantage of me and do what you want with me?"

"No, that isn't what I mean.  I would never do anything you didn't want me
to do.  I just like you because you're not an aggressive type who wants to
call all the shots."

Adriano was still a little confused, but didn't care.  He leaned over and
kissed Charlie on the lips.  Charlie put his arms around Adriano, but in a
most gentle and loving way, and slowly pulled him close to his body.
Adriano felt he was doing just what Charlie wanted: giving himself over to
Charlie and loving it.  "Yes," he thought, "I am vulnerable.  He's holding
my body tightly, but so gently against his body.  Yes, I have given myself
to him."

Charlie and Adriano continued to kiss deeply searching out every corner of
each other's mouth.  Charlie's hand moved slowly and very gently over
Adriano's ass cheeks, once again sending shivers through Adriano's body.
Charlie moved his head and began to run his tongue over Adriano's smooth,
velvety cheeks and eyes and ears and neck as he moved his fingers into
Adriano's ass trench and over his puckered asshole.

Adriano could feel Charlie's tongue sweeping down over his breasts and
nipples, running in circles over his stomach and then into his pubic hair.
Charlie began grabbing the hair between his teeth and pulling on it gently.
Adriano thought it a strange, but wonderful sensation.  Lifting Adriano's
legs into the air, Charlie ran his tongue up the backs of his thighs and
calves, stopping to suck on the soft hair that covered them, then running
his tongue down with a swoop into Adriano's ass crack, sucking and pulling
on the mass of tangled black hair that filled the trench.

Adriano's penis was now so hard, it almost felt like it might explode.  He
was afraid to touch it because, if he did, just even a slight touch would
bring him to orgasm.  He could feel Charlie's tongue searching and pressing
on his asshole, pushing to get in.  He relaxed as much as he could to allow
Charlie's tongue to enter.  As he felt it sliding into his rectum, he
shuddered.

"Charlie, I can't help it, but I'm gonna cum in a second!"

Charlie pulled his tongue out and quickly plunged his mouth over Adriano's
throbbing hard penis.  Just then Adriano let out a yell and bucked his hips
as he flooded Charlie's mouth with his hot, thick sperm.  Thrust after
thrust, Charlie could feel the power of each stream as it hit the roof of
his mouth.  As Adriano continued to buck his hips with every subsiding
thrust, Charlie sucked and sucked Adriano's softening penis until every
drop had been consumed.

As Adriano lay almost breathless, he looked at Charlie and said, "Please,
Charlie, I have to have you inside of me.  I want to take all of your hot
sperm inside of me.  Please push it in hard and fuck me and fuck me and
fuck me."

Even though Adriano had had his orgasm and emptied a sizeable load into
Charlie, he still felt an overwhelming passion for Charlie to take him-to
take his body and do what he would with it.  "Take me Charlie!  Take my
body and fuck me any way you want!  Just take me!"

Charlie brought his mouth down to Adriano's asshole and covered it with
saliva.  Standing up, he lifted Adriano up by the hips from the back, with
Adriano bent over Charlie's arms.  Both of Adriano's feet and hands were
off the ground.  Charlie plunged his cock into Adriano's waiting asshole.
Adriano hung there limp and helpless over Charlie's arms, crying, "Take my
body, Charlie!  Fuck me hard!  Fuck me anyway you want to!

Charlie pounded his hips against Adriano's ass unmercifully hard.  His cock
hurt Adriano a lot, but Adriano felt almost in Heaven, having given himself
over completely to Charlie.  That was what Charlie wanted, and that is what
Adriano desperately wanted to give him.  Adriano began to feel Charlie's
cock pulsating and then the flow of hot liquid into his rectum.  Charlie
howled as his orgasm built and hit a final excruciating climax.  As it
subsided, Charlie's knees began to weaken, and he slowly let Adriano down
into the soft grass.

Adriano looked up at Charlie who was now kneeling beside him.  "Charlie, I
have never been through such a passionate experience in my life.  I gave
myself over entirely to you.  I was totally helpless and loved it."

Charlie lay down next to Adriano and said, "Adriano, you are
everything-everything I have longed for for so long."

They lay there for a long time, just hugging and looking into each other's
eyes.  Soon, they dressed, mounted the motorcycle and headed back to town.
This time Adriano felt no fear, only passion for Charlie as he held his
arms around him.  As Adriano got into his car, they kissed again and agreed
that they had to meet again.  On the way back to Austin, Adriano thought
about finding a way of getting Charlie to move to Austin and take a job
with the University in the animal labs.  There just had to be a way!


Michael and Jeff spent several days getting the little house in the
Cottonwoods prepared for Josiah's and Brian's return to the ranch.  Maggie
saw to it that the refrigerator was well stocked and that the freezer was
full of ready cooked food that needed only microwave preparation.  Neither
of the boys had yet been informed of their surprise.  But before they came
back home to the ranch, Michael and Jeff agreed that they would need to
talk with Jake and make him completely aware of the relationship that had
developed between Josiah and Brian, and that the two would probably be
living together.  It would be important to make Jake fully understand what
Josiah's feelings are for him.  In other words, Jake would need to
recognize that Josiah truly loved him as a father and a mentor.  They
believed that informing Jake of this turn of events would not be
particularly difficult since Jake was still insisting that he brought only
bad luck and would not have further contact with Josiah.


This is Chapter 22 of "My Father, My Son."  Comments and suggestions are
welcome.  All e-mails will be responded to by the author.  Send to:
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