Date: Mon, 1 Apr 2002 10:18:40 -0800 (PST)
From: Tom Borden <tombor99@yahoo.com>
Subject: "My Father, My Son"  42nd Installment

This is Chapter 42, a continuation of "My Father, My Son."  All of the
conditions, warnings, and disclaimers listed at the beginning of the early
chapters of this series apply.  All comments are welcome, constructive or
destructive, and will be responded to.

Send to:   Tom Borden,   tombor99@yahoo.com


My Father, My Son
Chapter 42

Michael felt that same heaviness in his legs as when he had found Karl and
Noah in the hayloft.  He could feel himself moving along with Francisco,
but it almost seemed a struggle to keep his legs moving.  This surely was a
dream.  He remembered dreams he would have as a youngster when he was
trying to escape from something and had that same heavy feeling in his legs
where they wouldn't help him move fast enough to get away.  But in this
case, he wasn't trying to get away from anything.

The soft lights of the hotel lobby cast a sensuous glow on Francisco's
skin.  His long eyelashes shaded his eyes and gave them a sweet, sad look
. . . almost like the look of a vulnerable little boy.  On the way up in
the elevator, Francisco just stood there looking at Michael with a look
that made Michael want to melt.  Francisco unlocked his door and they
stepped in.  As soon as the door was closed, Francisco turned and took
Michael in his arms and kissed him deeply with those same soft, full lips
that Michael felt on the beach.

Francisco immediately threw back the covers on his bed and took off all his
clothes.  Throwing himself on the bed, he lay there on his back with one
knee bent.  He held out his arms to Michael saying, "Please come to me.
Please."  Without being able to take his eyes off of Francisco's sensuous
and mildly muscular body, Michael took off his clothes and let them drop to
the floor.  As they lay with their bodies pressed together, they kissed
each other's faces with increasing passion.

"Oh, Francisco," whispered Michael.  "Back there in the cabana, there was
nothing but you.  I looked at you and every movement you made and I
memorized you.  I never dreamed I would ever be here with you."

"Michael, didn't you see me looking at you?"

"Yes, but I thought you were just casting your eyes around the place.
Certainly not at me."

"And didn't you hear the song I sang just for you?  You probably didn't
understand.  It was in Spanish, of course.  It was "Love Walked In."  It's
an old American song."

"You were looking at me?" said Michael.

"The whole time.  Michael, you are very handsome man.  You're classic.  You
should be in movies."

"Hardly!"

After they kissed some more, Francisco said, "My dark skin doesn't bother
you?"

"No.  On the contrary.  I think it is the most beautiful skin I have ever
seen."

As Michael ran his hand over Francisco's face and chest, Francisco said,
"My mother was part Spanish and part American Indian.  And my father was a
German.  There were some people who thought my father was an escaped Nazi.
But he was finally able to prove they were wrong.  He was really the
grandson of a plantation owner in Argentina."

"I was told your last name was Guevara," said Michael.  "That's surely not
a German name."

"No.  That is my mother's name.  Many Latin Americans use their mother's
names.  My father's name was Kruger.  You agree that Francisco Guevara
sounds better than Francisco Kruger, no?

"If you think it does, then it does," said Michael as he gently traced
Francisco's lips with his finger.

After a few moments, Francisco looked into Michael's eyes and said, "Let me
love you, Michael.  All through the show, I was dreaming that this would
happen.  I want to love you."

Michael ran his hand down along Francisco's smooth back and onto his firm
buttocks.

"Will you love me, Michael?"

"What do you mean, Francisco?"

"I want you to take me.  Love me as hard as you can.  Do anything with me.
Just love me every way you can."

Michael realized finally that to love Francisco meant to take him any way
he wished sexually.  He ran his tongue down over Francisco's chin and neck,
and then down over his firm chest.  As he took each of Francisco's nipples
into his mouth, Francisco sighed loudly.  Bringing his tongue down over his
stomach and into his pubic hair, Michael felt a thrill beyond words that he
was on the way to having Francisco's penis in his mouth.  As he ran his
tongue up along the shaft, he could tell that his new lover was not
circumcised.  Taking Francisco's entire penis in his mouth, it felt hard,
but the foreskin felt soft and sweet.  With his hand, Michael drew back the
foreskin and ran his tongue around the head.  Francisco lay back throwing
his head from side to side and moaning, "Oh, Michael, oh,Michael.

There were those beautifully shaped legs that were now in Michael's hands.
The feel of them . . . the contour of his thighs and the muscles in his
calves sent shivers up Michael's spine.  As Michael continued massaging
those legs, he took Francisco's entire penis into his mouth down to the
hilt, not caring that the feel of the head against the back of his throat
almost made him gag.  Francisco's moans were so erotic.

Soon Michael could feel Francisco's thigh muscles begin to tense up and he
could feel his penis enlarging in his mouth.  Suddenly, Francisco let out a
loud cry and Michael could feel the pressure of his hot sperm blasting
against the roof of his mouth and the back of his throat.  It was hot and
sweet and thick.  It just kept coming, and Michael thought he had counted
at least eight strong surges.  He had never had his mouth flooded with so
much sperm.  He held it there, letting it slowly drip down his throat.  He
could hardly believe he was eating and tasting the sperm of this beautiful
man who stood up earlier and received so much applause from his fans.

"It's been so long," murmured Francisco.

"What do you mean?  You must have someone in your bed every night," said
Michael.

"Hardly.  I don't want you to think I think too well of myself, but I'm
pretty choosy.  Someone like you, my beautiful Michael, doesn't come along
every day.  Michael?"

"Yes," said Michael as he brought his tongue down to lick the soft skin on
Francisco's ball sack.

"Fuck me, Michael.  Fuck me, and let me look into your face while you do
it."  Francisco raised up those sensuous legs, revealing a very large
pucker peering out of his hairless ass trench.  "Love me, Michael.  I want
you inside of me.  Please!"

Once again, Michael saw that little boy, vulnerable look on Francisco's
face.  Dropping his own face, he flooded Francisco's ass crack with saliva
and luxuriated in the feel of his asshole on his tongue and lips.

As Michael mounted him and plunged his gorged penis into his hole, he
looked at Francisco who was looking at him with those beautiful child-like
eyes, shaded with those long black eyelashes.  As he pumped harder and
harder, he ran his tongue over the smooth skin of Francisco's calves that
were covered with just a faint dusting of soft hair.  He began to sweat and
could see droplets of sweat dropping onto Francisco's chest.  He wanted it
to last, but it was coming too fast.  He could feel a monumental orgasm
building inside of him.  Then it happened.  As he thrust harder and harder,
he could feel his sperm shooting from his penis.

Francisco closed his eyes and murmured, "Fill me up, Michael.  It feels so
warm and nice."

Keeping his penis inside of Francisco's rectum Michael leaned over and
kissed him lightly on the lips.  He was so out of breath.  Francisco was
moaning as though he had had his own orgasm.  Soon, Michael rolled over and
lay tightly against Francisco's body.  They ran their hands lightly over
each other's skin and kissed again.  As Michael ran his hand into
Francisco's crack, he could feel the warm, sticky cum that was beginning to
leak out of his hole.

Francisco said, "Please, Michael, stay with me tonight.  Sleep with me.
And let me love you."

The thought of Karl flashed into Michael's mind.  But he only smiled to
himself.  In a way, he wished Karl could see him now.  He felt no regrets.
It was his right to do this.  It was a beautiful experience.

"Oh, yes, Francisco," whispered Michael.  "I'll stay with you tonight.  And
you can love me all you want.  And I'll love you, too."

With Michael's hand moving slowly over the velvety brown skin on his lover,
they were both soon asleep.


Although Paul had to stay in Austin to meet his classes, Jeff drove back to
the ranch that evening.  As he got out of his car, Jake met him and asked
him to come into his room.  There, with Enrique by his side, he told Jeff
the whole story.

Jeff said, "I can see where it hurt dad a lot when he discovered that, but
I can't understand why he would just leave like this.  That isn't like him.
Did anyone ride out and see if he might have gone out to his house in the
Cottonwoods.  He likes to go there sometimes when he feels he needs to be
alone."

"We thought of that, Jeff.  We rode all over this fuckin' ranch to see if
he was out there somewhere just wanting to be alone.  But he ain't
nowhere."

"Is Karl still around?" asked Jeff.

"Yeah, he's here.  I beat the fuckin' shit outta him this morning in his
room."

"Aw, Jake!  That isn't the way to handle this.  This is something between
him and my dad.  It's their relationship, and they're going to have work it
out themselves.  I'm as angry and disappointed with Karl as you are, and
since Michael's my dad, I'll tell him so.  But to beat him up isn't the way
to solve anything."

"Yer too fuckin' nice, Jeff," said Jake.  "And yer dad's too nice.
Someone's got to knock some fuckin' sense in these fuckers that think can
git away with stuff.  Don't fergit, I spent a lot a time takin' care of yer
dad when he was a little fucker around here a long time ago.  He's like my
own flesh and blood, he is.  Nobody gits away with this kind a shit.  I'll
beat the fuckin' crap outta anybody that treats my Michael like that.  Like
it or not, that's my kind of justice."

"Okay, Jake.  I'm sure Karl knows now how you feel.  And maybe you're
right.  Someone had to tell him how wrong he was.  Thanks, Jake, for
telling me about this."  Then turning to Enrique, Jeff said, "Ricky, I'm
sorry about this.  I mean, I know how you felt about Noah.  I still hope
that you two can work things out and get together."

Jake said, "You think Ricky here's gonna git with Noah after what he did?"

"Jake," said Jeff.  "Do you remember ever making mistakes when you were
young?  And look at Ricky.  We know he's made mistakes, and you're one of
those who felt the hurt.  Jake, Noah's only sixteen.  He doesn't have the
experience or the judgment at that age.  Noah is a really nice kid.  And I
know for a fact that he loves Ricky a lot.  I just know he never
intentionally set out to hurt Ricky.  It was just the bad judgment of a
sixteen year old.  Don't condemn him for that.  These are lessons young
people have to learn as they grow."

Reaching over and tousling Enrique's hair, Jeff said, "Ricky, don't be hard
on Noah.  He's made a mistake, and if I know Karl, it wasn't all Noah's
fault.  And remember, Ricky, Noah has been through a lot.  His dad, who he
loves very much was shot, and his mother is on her way to jail.  Just love
him, Ricky.  He needs that from you."

Enrique stood up and threw his arms around Jeff.  "I will, Jeff."

"Okay, you guys," said Jeff.  "I'm going over to the house and call Corky
and Mark and let them know about dad.  And hopefully they can help locate
him.  And I'll try to talk to Karl, too."

When Jeff departed, Jake said, "Well, Ricky, Jeff's just like his dad.
They ain't never got nothin' bad to say about nobody.  I don't know how
they git away with it."

"You're pretty nice, too, Jake," said Enrique, "when you're not losing your
temper and going around beating people up."

"Well, Ricky, ya gotta use all yer weapons in yer arsenal.  When nice
fails, then ya gotta resort to mean!"


When Jeff walked into the kitchen through the backdoor, he was met by Tony
and Clayton, who were sitting at the kitchen table drinking a beer.  "Oh,
Jeff!" shouted Tony as he rose to his feet.  "We're so worried.  I've been
trying to calm Clayton down.  He keeps thinking Michael's dead.  We're so
glad you're here."

"Calm down, you two.  Michael's not dead.  He's just gone off to do some
thinking about some things, I'm sure.  I'm going to use the phone here and
call Corky and Mark."

Clayton said, "We're going to go on to bed now, Jeff.  Do you think Corky
and Mark will be able to find Michael?"

"Well, I sure hope so."  Tony and Clayton each gave Jeff a big hug and a
kiss, and went off to their room.

"Hello, Corky.  It's Jeff."

"Hey, Jeff, are you okay?

"I'm okay, but I'm down here at the ranch.  Dad's gone off somewhere and
nobody knows where he is.  This is the second night he's been gone.  I sure
was hoping that you could somehow help us out.  I know you've done pretty
well on some other missing persons cases you've had."

"Sure, we'll do everything we can.  What happened."

"Nobody's quite sure.  He and Karl had a problem and dad just got in his
car and took off.  And nobody knows where he was headed."

"Gosh, Jeff, that isn't much to go on.  Was he in his own car?"

"I don't have the info right at hand, but I'll fax the license number to
you in a little bit, as well as the make and year of the car.  Thanks a
lot, Corky.  I'm really worried about him.  Give my love to that gorgeous
hunk, Mark, for me, will you?"

"I sure will, Jeff.  We'll do what we can as soon as I get your fax."


Jeff hung up and wondered whether or not to go in to see Karl, or wait 'til
morning.  He looked in the refrigerator and found a bowl of Tony's famous
rice pudding with cinnamon and raisons.  It was just the thing he needed.
Dishing himself up a large helping, he sat at the kitchen table, and tried
to think of where Michael would likely have gone.  But he had no answers.

Jeff knew he wasn't going to sleep well that night and decided to pay a
visit to Karl.  Knocking on his door, he said, "Karl.  It's Jeff.  Can I
come in?"

When Jeff entered, he found Karl lying on top of the spread staring at the
ceiling.  "Jeff, before you say anything, I've decided to leave here.  I
don't belong here.  I tried to make a life here for myself.  But I don't
belong here."

Jeff sat on the side of the bed.  "Karl, you're not going anywhere.  But I
want you to be honest with me.  Do you have so little feeling for my dad?
You and he have been through this before.  What is it that makes you do
these things?  Does it matter to you how much you hurt him?  Karl?

Karl turned his head and, with red and swollen eyes, looked at Jeff.  "I
love Michael more than anything or anyone in my life.  Of course it matters
to me that I hurt him.  I don't know what's wrong with me, Jeff.  I either
need a shrink or I need to go back and live my slutty life in New York
where I belong.  Jake said that I stole half the ranch from Michael.  I
tried to be a good person.  I tried to . . . . I don't deserve Michael.
Jeff, as soon as I can get my stuff together, I'm going back.  I've been
nothing but trouble to Michael.  He's put up with me for so long."

"Karl, what do you think is wrong?, asked Jeff.  "You say you've tried to
be a good person.  So what makes you do things like what you did with
Noah?"

"Oh, Jeff.  Don't blame Noah for any of this.  He's a nice kid.  He's
blameless.  I forced him."

"Believe me, Karl, I don't blame him.  But I still want to know what you
think it is that makes you do these things.  Why do you love my dad so much
on one hand, and then turn around and do the very things you know are not
right?"

"I don't know, Jeff.  My mind goes crazy sometimes.  I can feel it
happening.  Everything evaporates from my mind and there's nothing there
but a single-minded drive to have sex with someone who I'm attracted to.
It's just sex.  I have no other feeling in my head but a desire for sex."
Karl looked at Jeff again.  "I don't belong here, Jeff.  There's something
wrong with me."

Jeff was beginning to believe that there was, indeed, something wrong with
Karl . . . something psychological.  He knew, without any doubt, that Karl
loved Michael passionately.  But there was something crazy in Karl's head
causing this aberrant behavior.

"Okay, Karl.  You need to get some sleep.  You look exhausted."

"I can't sleep.  Macbeth doth murder sleep," said Karl.

"What?"

"Oh, just a very appropriate line from Shakespeare."

"Alright, we'll talk more in the morning."


Noah and Caleb had gone to their room early.  Noah lay on his stomach as
his father rubbed his back.  Barely audible, Noah said, "I'm sorry, dad.  I
don't know why I did it."

"Don't blame yourself, Noah," said Caleb.  "These things happen.  You just
have to learn from them.  You just need to be more careful, and don't let
your sexual desires draw you into places where you shouldn't go.  Karl is
the one who has to look at himself and be accountable."

"Dad, it isn't really Karl I worry about," said Noah as he turned over on
his side so he could look at his father.  "It's Ricky.  I was looking
forward so much to being with him.  And now I've done this.  He'll never
want to look at me again.  I've just ruined everything."  Reaching up and
putting his arms around his father's neck, with tears in his eyes, he said,
"And I've disappointed you, dad.  That's the worst of all.  I'm so sorry."

Caleb hugged his son tightly.  "Oh, Noah.  You've never disappointed me.  I
made terrible mistakes when I was a youngster . . . some worse than you
have.  But then you learn from them.  It's all part of growing up.  No,
Noah.  You're not a disappointment to me.  I'm very proud of you.  If it
weren't for you, young man, and your quick thinking when I got shot, I
might have bled to death.  You're a hero in my eyes."

"I love you dad."

"Noah, Ricky's a smart and sensible young man.  In the morning, the best
you could do is to go and find him and tell him how you feel.  I just have
a feeling he'll understand.  Okay?"

"Okay.  But I just know he'll be mad at me."

As Caleb took hold of Noah's shoulders, he laid him down on his back, and
said, "Why don't you and I forget about all that for awhile."  As he gently
flicked Noah's soft penis, he said, "I think we both need a little pleasure
in our lives tonight, don't you?"

Noah smiled and nodded his head.  He could see that his father's penis had
become erect, and his own was hardening rapidly.  "Dad," Noah said
hesitatingly.  "Could I do it to you tonight?  I've wanted to so badly.
Would you like me to do it to you?"

"I've wanted you to do it, Noah.  I was just going to leave it up to you.
I don't want you to do anything that you don't want to do."

"I want to, dad."

Caleb got up and retrieved a tube of KY from his suitcase and then lay down
on his back.  Noah spread his father's legs and lay on his stomach between
them.  As he looked at his father's gorged penis, he touched his tongue to
his balls and then brought it up along the underside of Caleb's shaft,
sucking off the bubbles of pre-cum that were seeping out of his fathers pee
hole.  "Dad, I just wanted to get a little of that first."

Rising up on his haunches, he put his hands under his father's knees and
lifted his legs as high as he could.

As Caleb handed Noah the KY, he said, "You know it's up to you, but you
might like to know that a lot of saliva works just as well as KY.  Did you
know that?"

Noah smiled at his dad.  "I'll bet you would prefer saliva, wouldn't you?
Now be truthful!"

"Well, Noah, as I say, it's your choice.  But, ya, I kind of like the
saliva method."

Noah got the hint.  He had wanted to run his tongue over his dad's asshole,
but had been afraid that his dad might object.  Noah leaned over and ran
his tongue gently all over his dad's ass cheeks, and then slipped it into
the crack.  He lashed it through the thick hair until he found the pucker.
Suddenly Caleb gave a short cry of pleasure as he felt his son's tongue
swirling over his hole.

"Noah, now work up as much saliva as you can and just flood my crack with
it.  And if you can force some into the hole, that will be even better."

Noah's saliva flowed freely, and he did his best to push his tongue into
the hole.  "I think it's pretty wet now, dad.  Can I do it now?"

Caleb nodded.  As Noah got up on his knees preparing to mount his dad,
Caleb noticed the long string of glistening pre-cum dangling from his son's
hard penis.  "Noah, all that good semen that's dripping out of your penis
is also could lubrication."

Noah began to push the head of his penis against his dad's asshole.  It
went in easily.  The sensation of his dad's tight hole clamping down on his
penis was beyond description.

"Now, Noah," said Caleb, "push it in all the way and then out again just so
only the head of your penis is inside.  So as you pump, you'll get the
pressure of my sphincter muscle up and down the full length of your penis."

Noah did as Caleb instructed, and the feeling was incredible.  When he
fucked Ricky and later Karl, he didn't know that technique.  But now the
feeling was so erotic, he knew he wouldn't be able to hold it long.  When
Caleb reached up and pinched his nipples, that did it.

"I'm cumming, dad.  Oh, dad, if feels so good.  Can I let it go inside of
you?  Is it okay?"

"Yes, yes, son.  Just let her blow!"

Noah could feel the surging of his sperm up the shaft and out.  The idea
that he was hurling his load of hot sperm up his father's ass seemed to
prolong his orgasm.  Noah called out at each surge, almost at the top of
his voice.

"That felt so wonderful, son," said Caleb as Noah rolled off onto his back.
"But I'll bet the whole house heard you yelling.  But I don't think that'll
bother anyone.  Last night I woke up and I could hear Clayton in the next
room growling and grunting.  It was obvious he was cumming big time with
Tony."

Caleb went into his bathroom and brought back a warm, wet washcloth.  Lying
back down and bringing his legs up, he said, "Noah, would you wash off my
hole.  I think your cum's oozing out."

Noah began to get hard all over again as he looked at his own cum dripping
out of his father's asshole.  He spent considerable time wiping it up
carefully, and then lay down next to his dad.  In minutes, they were both
asleep.


When Caleb and Noah awoke the next morning at the sound of Tony's dinner
bell, Caleb got up immediately and showered and shaved.  When he returned
to the room, he found Noah still in bed with the covers pulled up to his
neck.

"Noah!  Why are you still in bed?  Didn't you hear the bell.  You'll be
late for breakfast."

"Dad, I don't want any breakfast.  I think I'll just stay here for awhile."

"What's the matter, son?  Don't you feel well?"

"I feel okay.  But I just don't want to see anyone this morning."

Caleb sat on the side of the bed and leaned over and kissed Noah.  "Noah.
Are you afraid you'll run into Ricky?  Remember what we talked about?  I'm
sure he doesn't blame you for anything.  You've got to talk with him
sometime."

"I know, dad," said Noah, rolling over and pulling the sheet up over his
head.  I just don't want to do it yet."

"Okay, Noah.  When you're ready.  I'm going over to breakfast.  Would you
like me to bring you back something?"

"No, thank you."

Caleb got dressed and went over to the dining hall for breakfast.  As soon
as he sat down, Enrique came over and sat next to him.  "Hi Mr. Phillips!
Where's Noah?"

"Oh, hi, Ricky.  He said he wasn't hungry and thought he'd stay in bed for
a little while.  How have you been?"

"I'm fine.  I have to talk to Noah."

"Well, Ricky, I think Noah's very embarrassed and upset over what happened.
He wants to blame himself."

"Oh, no.  He shouldn't feel that way.  I don't blame him.  Jake and Jeff
explained to me what happened, and I want to tell him everything's okay
. . . you know . . . okay with him and me."

"I'll tell you what, Ricky.  Noah's still awake.  When you're through
eating, why don't you go on over there to our room and talk to him.  I'll
stay away for awhile.  The two of you really need to have time to be alone.
I'll tell you something confidentially, Ricky.  He loves you very much, and
he's ashamed of what he did.  I may be prejudiced, but Noah is a good boy.
He just made a mistake for which he's very sorry."

"I know.  Thanks Mr. Phillips.  I love Noah, too.  I'll see you later."

Noah knocked lightly on Noah's door.  When he entered, Noah saw him and
quickly covered his head again with the sheet.  Enrique tip-toed over to
the bed and, leaning over, poked his fingers into Noah's sides and tickled
him unmercifully until Noah was thrashing around in uncontrolled laughter.
Enrique pulled the sheet down and grabbed Noah, pulling him up in a big
bear hug.

Noah quickly said, "Oh, Ricky, I'm so sorry.  I was so stupid."

"Forget it, Noah."  And then calling up what Jeff had said, Enrique
repeated, "Everyone our age makes mistakes.  And we just learn by our
mistakes."

Noah looked at Enrique and smiled.  "You know, that's just what my dad
said.  Ricky it was really a mistake, and I have really learned a lot.  I
was so afraid you were going to be mad at me and never talk to me again."

As Noah threw his arms around Enrique, they both fell back on the bed.
Enrique looked down and saw that Noah was hard, and reached down cupping
his hand around Noah's balls.

"Ricky, would you get naked with me and get in bed with me?  I don't know
when my dad's coming back.  But I don't think he would mind."

"Noah, I talked to your dad at breakfast, and he said he's not going to
come back right away."

"So he knows you're here?"

"He sure does."  Enrique stripped off his clothes and immediately went down
on Noah.  "Noah, I've been dreaming about having your cock in my mouth
again.  It tastes so good."

Noah said, "I have to tell you, Ricky, I haven't had a shower yet this
morning, and last night I had my penis up my dad's ass.  It was our first
time."

Ricky purred, "That makes it taste even better."

"Ricky, does Jake know you're here?"

"No, but he's okay about you and me.  Why don't you come over to our room
some night with Jake and me?  And maybe bring your dad, too."

"Oh, would Jake go for that?"

"I know he would.  He's game for anything.  And he's a great fuck, too.
Here, Noah, turn yourself around and suck me off, too.  Maybe we can come
together like we did at your house."

Lying in a 69 position, Enrique and Noah swallowed each other's penises and
sucked each other hard.  Just then, the door opened and Caleb walked in.
They were each startled and pulled off quickly.

"Sorry, I came back so soon, boys.  Just keep going.  I'm just glad to see
you guys back together."  Caleb sat in a chair and undid his pants and
stroked his own hard penis as he watched.  It was so erotic for him to
watch his son in a 69 with another boy.  Enrique positioned himself so he
could have a good view of Noah's father jerking off.  Caleb had a
handkerchief ready in one hand to catch his sperm.  Having Noah's father
there watching was almost more than Enrique and Noah could take, and it
took them only minutes before they came in each other's mouth.  When Caleb
saw this, he lost it and began shooting his cum everywhere, missing his
handkerchief.  Most of it went onto his leg and on the floor.

When it was over, Caleb said, "You guys are two hot pistols.  I'm going to
find a way where you can be together more often."


Meanwhile, in Acapulco, the sun was pouring into Francisco's hotel room
window the morning after.  Michael was a bit disoriented at first and,
before opening his eyes very wide, he said, "Karl, is it time to get up?"
He turned his head and suddenly realized where he was.  There lay
Francisco, naked and spread out on his side of the bed, still sound asleep.
Once again, Michael felt that certain thrill surge through his body at the
sight of this God-like figure next to him.  He wanted to touch him, but
didn't want to wake him.  He wanted to lie there and drink in the beauty of
Francisco's long, beautifully shaped body with the velvety brown skin.
Francisco's long ball sack was lying limply on one thigh, and his soft
penis on the other.  It was all Michael could do to keep his hands and his
tongue off of that perfect body.  Francisco's mouth was slightly open and
he was breathing heavily.  What a beautiful thing, Michael thought, to see
Francisco's perfectly formed chest rising and falling with each breath.

Michael found it hard to believe that just hours before, he was watching
this beautiful man on stage entertaining a large appreciative crowd.  And
now here he was lying in bed with him, completely naked and looking so
vulnerable.

Soon, Francisco began to stir and, with sleepy eyes looked over at Michael.
He smiled one of the sweetest smiles Michael had ever seen.  Michael leaned
over and touched Francisco's full, soft lips with his own.  Francisco said,
"Good Morning, my love," and rolled over so his body was pressed against
Michael's.  They kissed deeply and ran their hands over each other body.

Michael was startled suddenly when Francisco said, "You'll be my lover from
now on, no?"

Michael sat up and tried to explain that he was in Acapulco for only short
vacation and had to go back to Texas soon.

Francisco sat up and smiled.  "I know.  You have been running away from
something or someone, no?  That's why you're here.  And you've had one of
those romantic vacation romances with a handsome foreigner we read about in
novels.  Right?"

"Francisco . . . ."

"It's alright.  I understand.  You're such a good looking man.  The one you
are running away from is so lucky.  And I'm sure he misses you."

"Oh, I don't know . . . ."

"Don't say anymore, Michael.  Why don't we go out and I'll show you the
town.  We'll take a carriage.  And we'll just be happy while you're here,
and tonight, I'll be your lover again, and you'll be mine.  And the next
night, and the next, until you feel you have to leave.  Okay?"

Michael and Francisco got dressed and went out to a waterside cabana for
breakfast.  Then Francisco hired a horse carriage and a driver.  They spent
a glorious day riding through the historic area of town and along the water
and up in the hills a short way.

They stopped for lunch at a seaside cabana and had beer and shrimp.  "It's
been a wonderful morning, Francisco," said Michael as he watched the waves
of the Pacific Ocean lapping at the boardwalk.

"Michael.  I've got to go back and do some rehearsing this afternoon with
my musicians for tonight's show.  We'll take a taxi back to your hotel
where you can rest this afternoon or do whatever you want.  I'll meet you
at your hotel dining room for dinner.  Shall we say about 5:00?  Then, if
you like, you can be my guest at a front table for the show tonight.  And
then we can spend the night at my room again.  You'd like that, no?"

"It sounds perfect, Francisco."

When Michael was let off at his hotel, he went first to a small men's
boutique on the first floor to buy a new shirt.  The two he had brought
with him were so dull and ratty looking.  When he got to his room, he
flopped down on the bed.  He couldn't believe what was happening.
Francisco could not be more than in his mid-twenties . . . twenty-eight or
twenty-nine, at the most.  But Michael felt as though he were a teenager,
having been seduced by older man.  Francisco treated him so kindly, as he
would treat a younger man.

It was beginning to bother Michael that he had left home without telling
anyone.  He should have at least told Jeff.  He'd understand.  Going to the
phone, he placed a call to Jeff's apartment in Austin.  Paul answered.

"Paul, is Jeff there?"

"Michael?  Is that you, Michael?

"Yes.  I need to speak with Jeff."

Paul said, "When we learned that you were gone, Jeff went down to the ranch
to see if he could find you.  That's where he is now.  Where are you,
Michael?"

"Oh, Paul, you wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, yes.  I'm fine.  I'll call Jeff now.  Thanks Paul."

When Michael called the ranch, Tony answered.  "Michael!  Oh, thank God!
Yes, I'll get Jeff right away."

When Jeff got on the phone, he shouted, "Dad!  Where the fuck are you?"

"Oh, Jeff.  It's good to hear your voice.  I came down here to Acapulco.  I
just needed to get away for awhile."

"I know, dad.  I've heard what happened.  But why Acapulco, for God's
sake?"

"I don't know, Jeff.  I just felt like going off to another world
somewhere."

"Oh, dad.  I'm so relieved.  Are you going to come home now.  You know,
dad, you and Karl have to work this out.  It just doesn't seem like you
. . . to have run away from it like this."

"I don't know when I'm coming home."

"Dad, I'm going to fly down there tomorrow morning and we'll talk.  Then
I'm bringing you back home."

"Son, you don't have to do that."

"I know, but I'm going to."

After hanging up, Jeff called to make his plane reservation and called his
father back to tell him when he would arrive.

As agreed, Michael met Francisco at the cabana for dinner at precisely
5:00.  The waiter led him to a waterside table where Francisco was seated.
Michael's triple Scotch on the rocks was already on the table waiting for
him.

"Francisco, I have to tell you that I called my son, Jeff, this afternoon.
When I left, I didn't tell anyone where I was going.  But I should have.  I
didn't want him to, but he's flying down here tomorrow afternoon, and he
says he's going to take me home."

"Michael, you must have an extraordinary son.  You are so lucky that he
loves you that much."

"Yes, I am lucky . . . very lucky.  But we'll be able to be together
. . . you and me . . . tonight, Francisco."

The two sat and talked and ate until about 7:30 when Francisco said he
needed to go and change to be ready for the first show at 8:00.  "Michael,
when you come to the show, the waiter will be instructed where to seat you.
Also, after the last show, please meet me at the same place on the beach
where we met last night.  You'll be there for me, no?"

Looking into Francisco's smiling eyes, Michael said, "I promise."


Michael watched as a blazing red sun began to set in the west.  It was so
much like those wonderful Texas sunsets he would see at the ranch.  At the
same time, the sun was setting over the Walker Ranch.

Karl had not come out of his room for the past two days, except once to sit
at the kitchen table sullenly and eat a lunch that Tony had prepared for
him.  Tony had sat with him and tried to talk to him.

"Karl, please talk to me.  I hate seeing you like this."  Tony put his hand
on Karl's arm, but Karl pulled it away abruptly.  "I'm worried about you,
Karl.  You haven't eaten hardly at all."

Karl put his half-eaten sandwich down and started to get up.  Tony pleaded,
"Please Karl, I've always been your friend.  You know how much I've always
loved you.  Don't walk away.  Please!"

Without a word, Karl walked back to his room.  Tony put his head down on
the table and cried.  He finally rose up, knowing that he had to get
started with supper for the crew.

That evening after cleaning up the kitchen, Tony brought a tray of soup and
fried tortillas to Karl's door.  "Karl, I've brought you something to eat.
May I come in?"  Hearing no answer, he opened the door.

Setting the tray down and looking alarmed at Karl, he said, "Karl, what are
you doing?"

Karl was sitting on the bed taking his shotgun out of its case.  "Why are
you doing that, Karl?"

Karl looked up at Tony with red eyes, but with a slight smile on his face.
"Oh, this.  I think I'll go for a walk.  I think I'll go out to see if I
can shoot some Quail."

"But Karl, it pitch black out.  How can you go hunting when it's dark out?"

As Karl ran his hand over the shotgun, he said, "Michael's a great Quail
hunter.  He told me that nighttime is the best time to hunt Quail.  They're
not very active at night and it's easier to find them."

"Karl, that's crazy.  You can't hunt Quail at night."

"Oh, sure I can," said Karl as he walked out the door and out to the front
verandah.

Tony followed him.  "See, Karl, it's dark out there.  You can't hunt when
it's so dark."  Tony began to worry that Karl had something else in mind.
"Karl, I'll go out there with you."

Karl turned and put his hand on Tony's cheek and held it there for a few
seconds.  "No.  You stay here.  Everything will be fine."

As Karl started walking out over the flat land ahead of him, Tony put his
arms around one of the pillars and watched him.  Slowly Karl disappeared
far into the darkness where Tony could no longer see him.  After a few
minutes, Tony heard a single shot in the distance.  "Karl!  Karl!" Tony
screamed as he slumped to the floor of the verandah, still holding on to
the pillar.  Sobbing, he called again.  "Karl!  Oh, my God, Karl!


This is Chapter 42 of "My Father, My Son."  My thanks to all of you who are
staying with this story for your interest and encouragement.  It's an
emotional trip for me, as I hope it is for you.

Tom Borden
Tombor99@yahoo.com