Date: Thu, 26 Oct 2000 19:32:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tom Borden <tombor99@excite.com>
Subject: "My Father, My Son"--7th Installment

Following is the seventh chapter of my novel, "My Father, My Son."  The
story is mostly fictional 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 any anal intercourse is performed by any of the characters.
Anyone who is offended or otherwise disgusted by this kind of material
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 7

While Jake remained in hospital in a deep coma, Enrique was remanded to
foster care until his case could be heard in family court.  The boy was
sent to live with a family in Goliad who already had two young boys and two
young girls in their foster care.  Members of the Walker family were
forbidden to see or talk to Enrique until the case was heard.

The foster family also had living with them their only son who they called
Butch.  Butch was twenty-two years old and had a severe learning
disability.  His parents allowed him to drop out of school after his
sophomore year in high school, but he was unable to work, primarily because
of his frequent violent outbursts.  Therefore, he spent practically all of
his time around the house doing simple chores assigned to him by his
parents.

After Enrique had been in the family's care for almost a week, Butch went
into Enrique's room one night when it was close to midnight.  Enrique was
asleep, but Butch sat on the bed next to him and started to run his fingers
over his face.  Enrique awoke with a start and sat up.

Butch quietly said, "I want to chew on your little cock."  Then as he ran
his hand down inside Enriques pajama bottoms, "Please let me chew on your
little cock."

Enrique flew out of bed and ran to the corner of the room where he stood
with his back to the wall.  "I don't want you to do that.  Please leave me
alone!"

Butch started toward Enrique.  "I'm not going to hurt you.  I just want to
play with you.."

As Butch reached to pull down Enrique's pajama bottoms, Enrique thrust his
knee up into Butch's crotch.  Butch yelled out and, with one blow to the
side of the head, knocked Enrique to the floor and left the room.  Enrique
could feel a terrible ringing in his ear and an aching feeling running down
the side of his face and neck.  Then he could taste what he knew was blood
in his mouth.  He felt dizzy and didn't want to get to his feet.  So it was
there, in the corner, that he lay for the rest of the night.

By morning, Enrique's face had swollen grotesquely, but the family acted as
though they didn't notice.  On several occasions after that, Butch entered
Enrique's room at night, but Enrique had felt the blast of Butch's violence
and no longer fought his advances.  He allowed Butch to strip off his
pajamas and play with his body.  Butch limited himself mainly to sucking
Enrique's penis and licking his asshole and caressing his body.  All
Enrique could do was to lie still with his eyes pressed closed and count
the minutes until it was over.

One night, Butch seemed almost crazed and told Enrique that he was going to
fuck him.  Enrique had vowed to himself that he would never allow Butch to
go that far.  He started to fight and, with his fingernails, dug a long
gash down Butch's chest and stomach from his neck to his navel.  Enraged,
Butch tore the gold chain from Enrique's neck and threw the boy across the
room against the wall.  Butch had left the door open and Enrique scrambled
out into the hall, screaming for help.  No one came.  He ran down the
stairs and, as he heard Butch not far behind, he hid in a small closet
beneath the stairs.  He could hear Butch pacing the hall, wheezing and
breathing heavily, and muttering to himself.  When it appeared that Butch
had walked on to the back room of the house, Enrique dashed out into the
hall and threw the bolt on the front door and ran out.

Enrique didn't know what to do or where to go.  He was naked and cold.  The
first thing he thought of, though, was his gold chain that Butch had torn
off of him, and he started to cry.  He ran through the yards for several
blocks and came to a main thoroughfare that was well lit with street
lights, but there were no cars in sight.  He had no idea where he was and
sat down on the ground behind a thicket of bushes.  There were some
newspapers blowing in the wind along the curb, and Enrique went out to
retrieve several sheets to cover himself from the cold.  Just then, a car
appeared from around the corner.  Enrique held the paper in front of him in
an attempt to conceal his nakedness.

The car with a man and a woman inside pulled up alongside of Enrique.  The
woman opened her window and called out.

"What are you doing out here.  You poor boy.  Why aren't you dressed?"

Enrique stammered, "Please, I have to go to the hospital to see my daddy.
Could you take me?  Please?"

The couple looked at each other as though they really didn't want to get
involved.  But then the man leaned over and shouted to Enrique to get in
the back seat.

"Why is your daddy in the hospital?" the woman asked.

"He fell out of a tree and hit some rocks."

Enrique could hear the man and the woman talking, but couldn't make out
what they were saying.  Soon, the car stopped in a wooded area near the
edge of an old limestone quarry.

The man turned and said, "What's your name, young man?"

"My name is Ricky."

"Well, Ricky, we're going to take you to the hospital like you wanted.  But
as you can see, our car is an old one and we have to let it cool down
periodically as we drive any distance."

Enrique knew a little bit about vehicles from his experience on the ranch,
but had never heard of having to bring a working car to a stop to cool
down.

"Ricky, let's get out and we'll sit on a blanket while the car cools down."

The woman spread a large blanket on the ground and, as she and the man sat
down, she invited Enrique to sit there between them.  They talked for a few
moments and then the man began to take his shirt off, and then his shoes.
Soon, the woman took off her jacket and then her blouse.  They both began
to undress without a word, as though Enrique wasn't even there.

"Since you don't have any clothes on, Ricky," said the man, "we didn't want
you to feel self-conscious.  You don't have to do anything.  You're just a
young boy.  Have you ever seen a man and a woman fucking?  You know, men
and women do fuck, and it's perfectly natural.  We think you'll enjoy
watching us.  Have you ever seen a cock as big as mine, young man?  You see
that big wet hole between her legs?"  The woman laid back and spread her
legs.  "I'm going to put my big cock into that hole and shoot sperm into
it."

Enrique quickly got a hard-on at the thought of watching something he had
never seen before.  The man laid on his back, and the woman, facing him,
slowly lowered herself onto his hard penis.  Enrique was fascinated.  The
man said,

"Ricky, lie closer to me and let me take hold of your penis and I'll jack
you off while we're fucking."

It didn't take but a few minutes, and Enrique shot his sperm all over the
man's hand and arm.  And as he did, the woman pulled off, and the man shot
his own load of sperm onto his stomach.  Then the man held onto Enrique's
head and tried to push his face down on his stomach to lick up the man's
cum.  Enrique didn't like the way the man was forcing him.  Then as the man
was forcing his penis into Enrique's mouth, the woman put her face into the
crack of Enrique's ass and tried to tongue-fuck him.  They were both
holding on to his body so tightly that Enrique became frightened and began
to struggle to break loose.  He was able to heave his hips upward and sent
the woman sprawling on the ground.  And, just as he had done earlier on
Butch, he used his fingernails on the man's chest, causing the man to
loosen his grip and yell out

"Why, you little fucking piece of shit!  Come back here you fucking
asshole!"

Enrique ran as fast as he could through the woods.  He knew he was cutting
the bottoms of his feet with sharp stones and sticks, but he kept going in
spite of the pain.  Finally, he came to a highway, but he still had no idea
where he was.  Since he had nothing to cover him, cars would slow down to
look, but none stopped.  He began to walk, but wasn't certain whether he
was walking toward Goliad or away from it.  Soon a car did stop and a young
man swung open the passenger side door and told Enrique to get in.

"What in the world are you doing out here with no clothes on?  Are you in
trouble?  Did someone dump you here and take your clothes?"

Shivering, Enrique answered, "I ran away from my foster home.  They were so
mean to me.  I have to get to see my daddy who's in the hospital.  Could
you take me to the hospital?"

"Sure, little buddy."

Ahead of the car, lights in the distance signaled that they were entering
Goliad.  The driver kept looking over at Enrique and, as the he turned onto
the main street, he put his hand on Enrique's thigh and said.  "You're a
cute little guy.  You know, you could spend the night at my place and I can
get you some clothes to wear and we can go and find your daddy tomorrow."

Enrique suddenly felt that he was going to be attacked again.  As the car
slowed down at a stop light, Enrique flung open the door and jumped out,
running into an alley that went through the middle of a block.  As the
driver shouted for him to come back, Enrique darted through the darkness of
the alley until he came to a row of trash cans.  He hid behind them until
the driver finally reached over and closed the door and drove off.

As Enrique ran into the alley, he knew that he had stepped on some broken
glass and the bottoms of his feet were burning and sore.  The wind whipped
down the alley, and Enrique did his best to curl up and huddle behind the
cans to keep warm.  He finally fell asleep, but awoke suddenly by someone
rummaging through the trash cans.  When he looked up, he saw an unshaven
man wrapped up in a long black coat.  At that moment the man noticed
Enrique lying between the cans and the brick wall.

"Hey, man, what'chu doin' there?  You ain't got no clothes on.  You naked
as a plucked chicken."

The man squatted down to get a better look while Enrique cowered in fear of
this new perceived danger.  "Please, mister, I just want to find my daddy."

The man started to laugh.  "You ain't gonna find him down there.  Where'd
you come from?"

"I ran away from my foster home.  I need to get to the hospital to find my
daddy."

"Why's yer daddy at the hospital?  Is he sick or somethin'?"

"My daddy fell out of a tree and they couldn't wake him up.  I have to be
with him."

The man took off his coat and then removed a long cardigan sweater he was
wearing underneath.  "Here, son, put this on.  Then I'll take ya to the
hospital.  It's jist down the street."

The sweater was so large that it hung down below Enrique's knees.  It was
now half past three in the morning.  Enrique tried to stand, but fell back
because of the pain from the cuts on the bottom of his feet.

Tears came to Enrique's eyes as he looked at the man and said, "Just leave
me here.  I'll get there somehow.  I can't walk."

The man knelt down and tried to look at Enrique's feet, but it was too dark
to see.  "C'mon, raise your arms up on my shoulders.  You can ride piggy
back on me.  I'll git ya there."

The old man with Enrique hanging on his back trudged the two and a half
blocks to the hospital.  When they arrived, he lowered Enrique into a chair
in the ER waiting room and motioned for someone to come over and look at
Enrique's feet.  It was not long before Enrique was put on a gurney and
wheeled away.  The old man asked the receptionist to let him know when
Enrique had been fixed up and then sat down to wait.

While a nurse was bandaging Enrique's feet, a rather officious looking
woman with a clip board approached and asked him where his parents were.

"My daddy is here somewhere in the hospital."

"What's your daddy's name?'

"It's Jake McKeever."

"And what's your name?"

"My name is Ricky . . . uh . . . uh . . . Mckeever."

"Well, Ricky, I'd better go talk to your daddy about his insurance to pay
for your treatment here."

"Lady, please take me with you.  I have to see my daddy bad."

"Nurse, I think you had better put the lad in a wheelchair.  He'll never be
able to walk on those feet."

Jake had come out of his coma several days before and was lying on his back
staring at the ceiling when Ricky and the officious lady arrived.  He had
been told about Enrique's abduction from the hospital that had been
arranged by Jared.  As soon as he saw Enrique in the doorway, all he could
do was to make noises that sounded like a loud humming.  His jaw was still
wired shut and he was unable to say a word.  He raised up his arms and
Enrique jumped up from the wheelchair and ran to the bed, throwing his arms
around Jake.  He climbed up on the bed with Jake and, holding on to each
other tightly, they both sobbed openly, with Enrique kissing away Jake's
tears from his cheeks as fast as they rolled out of his eyes.

Normally, visitors were not allowed to sit or lie on the patients' beds,
but the scene was so touching that the two nurses who had just come in
didn't have the heart to tear the two apart.  It was now 6:00 a.m. and
Jake's breakfast arrived-a milkshake and a straw.  And at that moment,
Michael arrived for his early morning visit.  Enrique jumped down off of
the bed and ran over to hug Michael.

"Michael, please don't send me back to that place.  There was a man there
that was so mean.  He hurt me a lot."

Michael hugged Enrique's slender body tightly.  His small body felt so
vulnerable and weak as he held him.  "No, no, Enrique.  I'll never allow
you to leave us again.  You know, don't you, that Jeff and I were not the
ones who sent you away that day?  Jeff and I will never let that happen to
you again."

Enrique began to sob uncontrollably and held on to Michael's arm so tightly
that his arm actually began to feel numb.

"Enrique, what is this old thing you have on?  You don't have any clothes
on underneath.  What happened?"

"That man at the Foster house took my clothes off and I ran outside to get
away."

Michael said, "That does it.  Jake, I'm going to take Enrique home now and
get him in some clothes.  We'll be back to visit you later."

Enrique went over and kissed Jake on the mouth very gently and Jake raised
his hand and patted his Ricky lovingly on the cheek.  On the way out,
Enrique said he wanted to see if the old man who brought him in was still
around.  They went down through the ER waiting room, and Enrique pointed to
the old man who was still dozing in a chair.  Michael went up to him and
shook him lightly.

"I don't know your name," said Michael, "but I want to thank you for what
you did for this young lad.  He was in a great deal of trouble and if it
weren't for you, I don't know what would have happened to him.  Could I buy
you some breakfast?"

The old man said no, that all he wanted was to be sure young one was okay.

Michael then offered him a twenty dollar bill.

The man simply said, "I don't need nothin'.  I just wanted to make sure
that the young one was okay."  He then patted Enrique on the head and
walked out whistling to himself.

Over the past several weeks since Enrique had been put into foster care,
Michael had talked to Judge Irby who was slated to officiate over the
custody hearing.  Judge Irby, it developed, had been a close friend of Ol'
Ben and had always been fond of Ol' Ben's son, Michael.  Over drinks one
night, Michael explained to Judge Irby what Jared's true motives were in
having Enrique remanded to foster care.  Judge Irby, furthermore, had known
all the details of Enrique's situation, including the not widely known fact
that he was Ol' Ben's son.  He had checked the records, however, and found
that Enrique's birth had been recorded under the name of his mother,
Portillo, rather than Walker.  But he assured Michael that he would rule
that the boy be given over to the custody of Michael Walker.  He felt that
he had the discretion to act in this way on the basis of the fact that The
Walker Ranch was the only home Enrique had ever known and that he loved
both Michael and Jeff Walker and had never been abused by them.

As soon as Michael and Enrique arrived back at the ranch, Michael called
Judge Irby to inform him of the latest development.  Judge Irby said that
Michael was to continue to hold Enrique at the ranch and that he would have
the hearing scheduled immediately at which he would announce his ruling.

That night, Michael told Enrique that he had to take a bath.  He was as
dirty as an urchin from his terrible experience of the night before.  But
because of Enrique's bandaged feet, he would need to take a sponge bath,
instead of a shower.  Michael told Enrique to take off his clothes and lie
in the empty tub so Michael could sponge off his body for him.  Michael let
the water run very slowly so that it wouldn't get on the boy.  Then he
knelt down beside the tub and began to wash Enrique's body with a wash
cloth.

Michael thought that he had never seen such a sweet, gentle little boy in
his life.  Enrique's legs were slender and so perfectly shaped.  His arms
were thin and soft.  His body was slender, but his chest was firm with
perfect little nipples that stood out enticingly.  Michael had the great
urge to lean over and run his tongue over that chest and those nipples.
Enrique's skin was absolutely without blemish and looked like velvet.
Michael's penis became so hard that it was beginning to hurt as it pressed
against his trousers.  Then as he washed Enrique's balls and penis, Enrique
became very hard.

Enrique laughed, "See what you did, Michael?"

"Well, Enrique, you should see what you did to me?"  Michael hoped that
Enrique would ask to see it, but he didn't.

When they were done, Michael said, "Okay, Enrique, go and get into bed and
I'll give you a back rub so you can go to sleep."

As Michael sat on the side of the bed slowly moving his hand over Enrique's
smooth back, Enrique groaned with pleasure.  Michael slowly moved his hand
down over Enrique's firm round buns and brought the side of his hand down
into his crack.  Since Enrique couldn't see what Michael was doing, he
leaned over and kissed those beautiful buns and ran his tongue down into
the crack until the tip of it touched Enrique's little rosebud asshole.

"That feels so good, Michael.  Don't stop."

Michael spread the little buns apart and pushed his tongue harder on
Enrique's asshole.  As his tongue entered the boy's rectum, Enrique groaned
and started humping very slightly.  Michael could tell by looking between
Enrique's legs that he had a very stiff hard-on and was masturbating by
humping on the sheet.  Michael was so aroused that he told Enrique that he
was taking off his clothes.  Enrique just continued to groan.  Michael, now
completely naked, moved over Enrique and straddled him from behind.  He
slowly lowered himself until the tip of his hard penis was touching
Enrique's asshole.  Now Enrique was humping more vigorously and pushing his
ass up against Michael's penis.  Slowly, Michael pushed his hard cock into
Enrique's asshole.  As the head popped in, Enrique gave a short cry, but
kept humping faster and faster.  Michael held his body up by his arms so he
could look down and see his hard cock fucking Enrique's asshole.  It drove
him crazy and he could feel the orgasm beginning to build.  As he pumped
harder and harder, Enrique humped higher and higher.  Enrique finally let
out a loud yell and called out, "Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah."  It was too much for
Michael and he could feel the muscle at the base of his penis tighten up to
the point that he could hardly stand it, and then he felt surge after surge
of his sperm pumping into little Enrique's asshole.  The feeling of his
orgasm lasted and lasted until Michael finally collapsed onto Enrique's
body.  Enrique reached around with his hand and rubbed Michael's leg
lightly.  Finally, Michael rolled over next to Enrique, not knowing what
Enrique was going to say.  But Enrique rolled over on his side and, with
tears in his eyes, reached over and kissed Michael on the lips, and simply
said,

"It's so good to be back home."

Michael returned the kiss, and said, "It's good to have you home, my sweet
little boy."


The following April saw the end to some unpleasant events for the
inhabitants of the Walker Ranch.  Enrique had begged Michael to let him
live in Jake's room until Jake could return to the ranch.  Michael gave his
permission, but warned all of the other ranch hands to stay out of
Enrique's quarters if not invited.  Also, Enrique was to keep his door
locked at all times.  Jake had finally returned to the ranch some weeks
after being hospitalized and, because of his injuries, was unable to do
much for himself.  Enrique gladly took over the job of feeding and dressing
his friend, as well as bathing him and keeping him company day and night.
Michael had a cot moved into Jake's room for Enrique, but most usually,
Enrique slept with Jake in his narrow single bed, except on those nights
when Jake was particularly uncomfortable.

Unpleasantness also hung in the air for a time after Michael's wife,
Marion, had been in San Antonio shopping with her sisters and drove back to
the ranch unexpectedly a day early only to find Michael in the middle of
getting fucked by Jeff in her bed.  She had always had a slight suspicion
concerning Michael's aberrant sex drive since she had first seen him
performing his exotic dancing and strip act back in their college days.
But she really never believed that he would allow himself to be fucked by
their own son.  That night, they could be heard in a very loud argument,
after which, Michael left the house, jumped into his jeep and drove off to
his little house on the knoll.  When he returned late the next morning,
Marion had packed several suitcases and had driven away.  She left a note
to Michael saying that she would be staying with her sisters in San Antonio
indefinitely and would seek a legal separation.

Word, of course, spread throughout the ranch, and when Michael sat down
with Jeff at the kitchen table for lunch and to explain to Jeff what
happened that day, Maggie insisted on making little sarcastic remarks.

"You'd think two grown men could keep their peckers put away and under
control.  I'm going to miss Miss Marion.  Imagine!  Catching her own son
fucking his father!  You're a couple of oversexed creeps!"

Jeff looked up and said, "Fuck you, Maggie!"

Maggie just threw his head back and said, "Promises, promises!"

The legal separation was soon granted and life settled down without Marion.
Ellie, the housekeeper sort of took over as the lady of the house.  But
unlike, Marion, she was purposely blind and deaf to what went on and always
discretely looked the other way.

Paul and Jeff became close friends and frequently went into Goliad to sit
around in a Country-Western bar in the evenings and drink beer and listen
to the band play.  Paul suggested that they set a date to drive up to
Austin, as he had earlier mentioned, in order to introduce Jeff to some of
the influential faculty in the Veteranary School of the University of
Texas.  They decided to drive up the following week on a Thursday and
possibly stay through the weekend so that Paul could give Jeff a tour of
the city.  Michael told them to take the new red ford pick-up that he had
just purchased in January.  Since the weather was turning warm, they were
glad that it was not only air-conditioned, but had a stereo radio and CD
player.

When they arrived in Austin late in the afternoon, they checked into a
motel called the "Texas Ranger Lodge."

"Hey, Ernie," shouted Paul to the young man behind the desk.  "Like you to
meet Jeff Walker from the Walker Ranch down near Goliad.  We're going to be
here probably four nights.  Can you fix me up with the usual?"

Ernie could hardly take his eyes off of Jeff and, while looking him up and
down, said, "Sure, Paul, old buddy."

Paul and Jeff drove down to the very end of the building and went into the
last room at the end. Inside, there were two king-sized beds, a totally
mirrored wall opposite from the beds, and a huge bathroom with a large
shower stall that contained four shower heads.

"Wow!" shouted Jeff.  "I don't know if we can afford all this!"

"Don't worry, Jeff, my friend.  It's all taken care of.  Let's go out and
get us a couple of beers and some dinner."

Paul directed Jeff to drive out to the extreme western side of Austin where
they parked in a lot behind a large, rambling stand-alone building.  A huge
neon sign over the front entrance read, "The Nest."

Taking Jeff by the arm and leading him inside, he said, "This is a great
place.  I hope you'll like it."

The room was so dark, it took Jeff a minute or two to get accustomed to it.
It was lit primarily by several neon beer signs over the bar.  Paul led him
over to a table in a far corner.  After a few moments, a young man in
shorts and a t-shirt came up.

"Hey, Paul.  Long time, no see.  What'll it be tonight?"

"Bring us a pitcher of draft, will ya, Bubba."  Then turning to Jeff, he
said, "Are you okay?"

"Sure, Paul.  Why wouldn't I be?"

"No, Jeff, I mean are you okay coming to this place?"

"Sure.  Why?"

Paul just smiled and looked into Jeff's eyes.  "You know, Jeff, I like you
a lot, and I was hoping we could get off together like this and have a good
time together."

Jeff said, "Me, too, Paul."  Jeff could feel his penis jump a little.  The
light from the beer signs was faint, but it highlighted Paul's facial
features just enough to make him look to Jeff like a Greek God.

"Oh, my God," Jeff thought.  "How am I going to keep my hands off of this
beautiful man for four days."

Just then a small young man sashayed up to the table and said, "Hi, Paul,
you sweet hunk, you.  Are you gonna introduce me to this gorgeous person
here?"

"Sure, this is Jeff Walker.  Jeff, meet a good friend of mine.  They call
him Little Toby."

Little Toby reached over and felt Jeff's upper arm.

"Oooooo," he screamed.  "I've simply got to have some of that!  Are you
going to share, Paul, or are you going to be mean to Little Toby again?"
Turning to Jeff again and looking down at his lap, he cooed, "I'll bet
you've got a real luscious pile of meat in the basket of yours."

Jeff now understood.  They were in a gay bar.  He had never been in a gay
bar before.  And then it hit him.  "My God, Paul must be gay."  The blood
seemed to rush to Jeff's head, and he felt slightly dizzy.  Just then, Paul
put his hand on Jeff's hand and leaned toward him, smiling.

"Are you really okay with this, Jeff.  If not, we can go.  Please tell me
what you want to do.  I need to know, Jeff."

Jeff put his other hand on Paul's hand and squeezed it.  "Paul, I am
suddenly very, very happy."  Then he reached up and lightly caressed Paul's
cheek.  "I can't tell you how happy I really am.  I'll stay here as long as
you want me to, and I'll go anywhere you want me to go with you, and I'll
do anything you want me to do."  Then looking deep into Paul's eyes, "Is
this really happening?"

After finishing off two full pitchers of beer and being visited by every
curious person in the now crowded bar, Paul said, "You said you'll go
anywhere with me I want you to go?  Well, I think I want you to go back to
our room with me."

They leaned across he table and kissed deeply, their tongues searching out
every corner of each other's mouth.  They both agreed, though, that they
couldn't go anywhere until they pissed out all that beer.  They staggered
into the restroom and both stood at one urinal, trying to intersect their
streams.  Suddenly, there was a crowd that developed around them, all
trying to get a glimpse of the new cock in town.

On the drive back to the motel, Jeff kept muttering, "I can't believe this,
I can't believe this."

Paul responded, "Jeff, remember the New Year's party?  I was new to the
ranch then.  But I looked at you once when you were dancing with one of
those drag queens up on your verandah, and you saw me and smiled at me.  It
was the sweetest smile I have ever seen.  I have to admit to you that I
have wanted you ever since that moment.  I would lie in bed at night just
aching to have you in my arms.  But I was never really sure about you.
That's why I took you to that gay bar.  I knew being there with you would
give me my answer.  Oh, Jeff, I can hardly believe this myself."

After they entered the room and locked and bolted the door behind them,
they stood very close, facing each other, and looking into each other's
face, still not believing that this night was happening.  Paul moved his
head closer and, with the tip of his tongue, lightly traced the outline and
curve of Jeff's lips.  Jeff brought his tongue out, also, and they each
licked each other's tongues in a circular motion.  Then, as if on cue, they
each started to slowly unbutton each other's shirts.  When the light mat of
hair on Paul's chest came into view, Jeff moved his head down and swirled
his tongue around in the hair and then gently sucked on each of Paul's
nipples as Paul threw his head back and softly groaned.  Step by step, they
carefully and slowly with great deliberation removed each item of each
other's clothing.  And with the removal of each piece, they admired and
caressed and kissed each new section of skin to be revealed.

Soon, all that remained on them were their boots and their hats.  They
turned to the large mirror that covered the wall opposite the beds and
watched themselves as they moved their hands slowly and lightly over each
other's sun tanned skin.

Soon Jeff said, "I want your body so much, that I feel like I want to be
raped tonight.  I have so often watched you working around the ranch and
watched your muscles expanding and contracting and glistening with sweat.
I have longed to be able to plunge my face into your crotch and suck on
your balls and on the hair around your asshole.  I've dreamed of it.  I
just wish you would take me now any way you want me.  I want to be raped by
you Paul!"

Jeff had drunk so much that the room seemed to spin and it looked as though
there were four people in the mirror.  He knew what he was saying to Paul,
and he knew he was saying it only because he was pretty drunk.  Otherwise,
he knew he would never ask anyone to rape him.  But he was definitely in
the mood to be had in anyway Paul wished.

Paul, likewise, was feeling the alcohol and, as he turned abruptly to face
Jeff, they both lost their balance and fell onto the foot of one of the
beds.  Jeff lay there with his legs hanging off of the end, and Paul rolled
off onto the floor at Jeff's feet.  They both started laughing and
giggling.  Then Paul took hold of one of Jeff's feet and started licking
and kissing his leg.

"You have the world's most beautiful legs, Jeffy boy," said Paul as he
sucked on the light layer of blond hair on Jeff's calves.  He swirled his
tongue over and around Jeff's leg, and then moved over to the other leg.
"I love your sweet soft legs.  I want to eat them."

Jeff then stretched his legs out straight so the muscles in his thighs, as
well as his calves were fully flexed.  As Paul brought his head up higher
and ran his tongue and lips over the muscular contour of Jeff's thighs,
Jeff clamped Paul's neck between his legs, but not tight enough to prevent
Paul from eventually bringing his tongue up to Jeff's balls.  As Paul
tickled his balls with the tip of his tongue, Jeff's hard penis began
bobbing up and down.  Then Paul brought his tongue up the whole length of
the underside of Jeff's Penis and swirled it around the head, slurping off
the huge quantity of semen that seemed to be bubbling out of Jeff's pee
hole.

They both somehow maneuvered themselves finally so their bodies were both
fully on the bed.  Paul laid on top of Jeff, and their hard penises pressed
together.  They kissed so deeply that each of them for a moment thought
they were going to gag from the other's tongue thrust so deeply into his
throat.  Jeff told Paul to roll off and onto his back.  Then Jeff began a
slow and sensuous tongue bath of Paul's entire body, beginning with Paul's
forehead.  Jeff licked Paul's beautiful eyebrows and his eyes and ears.  He
brought his tongue down over Paul's nose and mouth and cheeks.  Then the
chin and neck and around and over the curve between his neck and shoulder.
He licked and sucked on every inch of Paul's strong arms covered with a
soft layer of light tan hair.  Jeff's tongue went lovingly through the hair
on Paul's chest and stomach and lingered over his nipples and navel.  Soon,
Jeff had buried his lips and tongue in Paul's very large black bush of
pubic hair, with Paul's hard penis throbbing against his cheek.  Jeff
proceeded down over Paul's penis and balls and over his sensuously shaped
legs, with each muscle now glistening with a light layer of sweat.

"Roll over on your stomach, Paul.  I haven't finished bathing you."

As he brought his tongue up along the backside of Paul's legs, he could
feel that Paul was beginning to hump slightly.

"Not yet Paul.  Get up on your knees and stick your ass up in the air,"

Paul dutifully obeyed and Jeff gently pulled Paul's firm ass cheeks apart
revealing a large red asshole, barely visible through a mat of light tan
hair that filled his ass crack.  Jeff worked his tongue through the soft
hair and onto the puckered asshole.  He could feel with his tongue that
Paul's asshole was already contracting rapidly in anticipation of getting
fucked.  Jeff slowly forced his tongue into the waiting and eager hole and
could feel the wonderful sensation of Paul's asshole literally snapping on
his tongue.

Paul moaned softly, and quietly said, "Fuck me my sweet Jeff.  Oh, please
fuck me hard."

Jeff then rolled onto his back and forced his head up under Paul's balls
and penis and up under his pubic hair and stomach, wiping the sweat on
Paul's body off with his tongue.  As Paul then began to bathe Jeff with his
tongue, Jeff held on tightly to Paul's almost perfectly round ass cheeks.

Jeff felt himself thinking crazy thoughts.

"Paul, I want you to swallow me.  I want you to suck me into you.  I want
my whole body inside of your body.  I want you to take me anyway you want
me.  I need to be inside of you.  If you could only suck me into your body
through your asshole.  Oh, God, I want to get inside of your beautiful body
so badly."

Jeff could almost feel himself slipping in and out of consciousness.  He
actually imagined himself inside of Paul.  He closed his eyes and could
feel the darkness inside of Paul's rectum.

"Suck me in farther, Paul.  Suck me in farther.  I need to get my legs in,
too.  Are you sucking hard?  I feel myself sliding up into your rectum.  I
can't breathe, I don't need to breathe.  I need to get up farther and
farther inside of you.  Suck harder, suck harder!"

Jeff felt the bed whirling around.  He imagined himself whirling through
Paul's insides.  Soon Paul was licking and sucking on Jeff's legs.

"Paul, I feel my legs being sucked into your rectum.  Suck harder!:

Soon Jeff passed out completely.  To Paul, it was like having this
beautiful body totally at his disposal where he could do to it anything he
wished.  He rolled Jeff over onto his stomach and kissed and licked Jeff's
firm buns until they were glistening with saliva.  He thought that, since
Jeff had begged to be raped, that is exactly what he would do.  He raised
Jeff's hips up and put two pillows under him.  He then went down and sucked
on Jeff's asshole and got it covered with saliva.  He took a dildo out of
his suitcase and began to slowly fuck Jeff's ass with the dildo while he
laid his head on one of Jeff's buns and watched it close up going in and
out of Jeff's asshole.  Removing the dildo and straddling Jeff's hips, Paul
slowly pushed his own hard and throbbing penis into that asshole.  After a
few strokes, he stopped and began forcing the dildo into Jeff's asshole
just below his own penis.

Jeff still did not wake up.  Paul turned on the vibrator in the dildo,
which he could feel pressing tightly against his own penis.  With one hand,
he moved the dildo in and out of Jeff's asshole in concert with the motion
of his own penis as he brought it in and out.  To feel the extreme
tightness of Jeff's asshole that was stretched around both the vibrating
dildo and his hard penis sent a prickling sensation up and down his legs.
His whole groin began to feel like it was going to explode.  Paul licked
the back of Jeff's sunburned neck and chewed on his ear.

"I want you inside of my body, too, Jeff.  I want to eat every inch of you.
I want to taste your skin and your sweat and feel your firm muscles in my
mouth.  Oh, Jeff, I need to have you more than anything.  I can't ever let
this end."

But in spite of his pleading, Paul felt the muscles in his legs and deep
down inside at the base of his penis begin to tighten, and all he could do
was to totally give himself over to what his body was about to do.  He just
let it happen.  It felt like a terrible knot had caught hold of his penis
and balls and then it came.  He could feel surge after surge of his hot
sperm shooting up the whole length of his hard penis and into Jeff's
asshole.  He felt totally powerless in the grip of his orgasm, a feeling
that only the creator could have given to a man.  The vibrator was still
going and for a few moments, Paul thought that he was going to cum again
with another orgasm.  But the feeling soon went away and the vibrating
dildo was beginning to make his penis sore.

As Paul pulled out of Jeff's hole, he turned off the vibrating dildo and
laid it aside.  Jeff was so drunk that he never woke up while Paul was
having his way with him.  Paul put his face down into Jeff's ass crack and
sucked very hard to get as much of his own sperm out as possible.  Paul had
always loved the taste of his own sperm, but somehow it tasted better now
that he knew it had been in Jeff's rectum.

Paul laid down next to Jeff and ran his finger's over all the features of
Jeff's face.  He thought that Jeff looked so young and sweet.  A little bit
of a stubble was appearing on Jeff's chin, and Paul felt it with his
tongue.  Paul felt a few tears coming to his eyes.  How would he be able to
make this last?  He knew he was in love.  This was no pickup gay guy off
the street.  Even though he was six years older than Jeff, he was Jeff's
employee.  How could he somehow have Jeff as his lifetime partner and
lover?  Soon, he fell sound asleep with his arm over Jeff's waist.

When Jeff finally awoke the next morning around 10:00 a.m., he felt as
though his mouth was filled with a ton of sawdust.  He could hear water
running and realized that Paul was in the shower.  Paul had not gotten as
drunk as Jeff had, and he seemed to be feeling fine.  Paul came out of the
shower and sat on the side of the bed and kissed Jeff lightly on the lips.

"I love you Jeff.  Do you remember you said last night that you wanted to
be raped.  Well, you got raped."

"Who raped me?"

"I did, you dear sweet boy."

"Oh, that's good.  My ass feels so relaxed this morning.  Would you rape me
again now while I'm awake?"

"Jeff, have you forgotten we have an appointment at one o'clock with
Dr. Cinella over at the University?"

Jeff eventually got himself showered and shaved, and they both drove down
the street to a caf‚ where they consumed several cups of very strong
coffee.

"Paul," said Jeff.  "Was I a good fuck last night?  I wish I had been awake
for it.  Did it really feel to you like you were raping me?"

"It really did.  You know, I had both my cock and a dildo up your pretty
little ass at the same time.  Did you know that?  How does your ass hole
feel this morning?

"It feels good.  It feels so relaxed and kind of warm.  Did you really
stretch my asshole that much?  Well, I want to feel that sometime again
while I'm awake."

Paul and Jeff talked for a long time, but it was soon time to go for their
appointment with Dr. Cinella.  Dr. Cinella was a young man of twenty-nine
who had come to the United States from Italy when he was eighteen with his
parents.  He had entered Veterinary School at the University of Texas
immediately and, soon after graduation, became a member of the faculty.  He
had a charming Italian accent and, as Jeff shook hands with him, he could
feel his penis jump slightly.  Dr. Cinella's hands were very slight and
delicate and felt as smooth as satin to the touch.  Jeff couldn't
understand how the hands of a man who dealt with large farm animals could
be so soft and smooth.

Dr. Cinella's first name was Adriano, but wanted everyone to call him
Andre.  Paul explained why they were there.

"Jeff has applied for entrance into the University where he will be taking
his pre-veterinary work starting in the fall.  I explained to him that
gaining entrance to the actual veterinary program is difficult at best.
Andre, you and I have worked together for several years before I graduated
and I wanted Jeff to meet you.  He's a bright young man and I want him to
meet as many people here at the school as possible so that we can be sure
that he and his good work in class is noticed at the time he makes
application to the Veterinary School."

Andre agreed that that was a good policy and asked Jeff if he would like to
be given a tour of all the labs and animal facilities that were a part of
the Veterinary School.  Jeff was sincere in his eagerness to become
acquainted with the place.  They spent about three hours walking around the
campus and looking at all of the veterinary facilities.  When they
finished, Jeff was more convinced than ever that studying veterinary
science was what he most wanted to do.

Paul suggested he treat Jeff and Andre to a nice dinner at the Starling
Club, a chic restaurant and lounge at the top of an office building near
the campus.  Now Jeff knew why Paul had insisted that he bring a sport
coat, dress shirt, and tie.  Paul had everything planned out.  Andre,
however, insisted that he would not go unless he was allowed to buy the
dinner for all three.  Paul relented.  They were all to meet at the
Starling Club at 6:00 p.m.

Cocktails preceded dinner, and Jeff had two double Scotches on the rocks
and was now feeling no effects from his debauchery of the night before.
All through dinner, Andre insisted that Jeff tell him about what life on an
American cattle ranch was like.  While he had serviced a few animals at
some small farms near Austin before becoming a faculty member, he had never
been on a full-blown operating cattle ranch.  Before leaving Italy, he had
as a youngster seen movies about the American west and admired Hollywood's
version of the life of the cowboy.  Jeff made no effort to disabuse him of
his fantasy about cowboys, but painted as romantic a picture as possible of
life on a cattle ranch, with Paul dutifully agreeing with Jeff's depiction.

Soon it was time to leave, and Paul suggested that they all go back to
their motel room and have a night cap.  Jeff wondered to himself if having
this attractive Italian in their room might lead to something more.  He
could only hope.

As soon as they entered their motel room, Andre said he had to pee very
badly and excused himself.  While he was gone, Paul quickly explained to
Jeff that he and Andre had played together many times while he was Andre's
student.  And he knew that there would be no problem in getting Andre into
the sack.  As soon as Andre emerged from the bathroom, Paul poured a round
of Scotch and water in the little plastic cups provided by the motel.  They
sat in chairs and talked idly about nothing much.

Soon, Paul said, "Andre, remember when that Possum you were demonstrating
something on once in the lab suddenly reached out with it's paw and
scratched a big gash right through your shirt and down your stomach?  I
remember you ended up with a terrible looking scar.  Has that ever more or
less disappeared?

"Sure, Paul, that was a few years ago, and you can hardly see it anymore."

"Andre, why don't you let me see what it looks like now?  I know Jeff would
be interested also in seeing how dangerous some of these animals in the lab
can be."

"Well, okay."  Andre took off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt to reveal
the scar.  Paul went over and kneeled down next to Andre and rubbed his
hand over the area of the scar.  Jeff once again could feel his penis
getting hard and bobbing up against his shorts and he looked at Andre's
beautifully formed chest and stomach that was laden with three or four
heavy bars of muscle.

"A washboard stomach!" thought Jeff.  It was something he always wanted,
but didn't have.

As Paul was gently feeling the scar area on Andre's stomach, he let his
hand slowly slip down behind Andre's belt and down into his pubic hair.

Andre leaned over to Paul and whispered, "What are you doing, Paul.  The
young man will see you."

Paul continued to reach down and held Andre's balls tightly.  He whispered
in Andre's ear, "Don't worry, my love.  Jeff told me he wants to fuck you
very badly."

Andre looked over at Jeff and saw him staring with his mouth open at Paul's
hand foraging its way into his crotch.  He then sat back and relaxed as
Paul undid the top button on his trousers, unzipped them, and slowly pulled
them down to a crumpled heap around his ankles.  Jeff was now openly
rubbing the enormous bulge that had risen in his pants.

As Paul then began stripping off his own clothes, he looked at Jeff and
said, "Okay, Jeff, let's get them off.  What are you waiting for?

Within seconds, all three were in bed completely naked.  Andre's beautiful
swarthy skin covered his whole body, but both Paul and Jeff had distinct
tan lines that accentuated their very white ass cheeks next to their very
dark tan legs and torsos.  Andre found the tan lines so erotic that he
immediately went down and started kissing all along the tan like on Jeff's
waist.  Andre had a startlingly long and thin penis with a head that looked
considerably wider than the shaft.  His balls hung very low, and as he laid
on the bed, they rested in an exotic looking pile on one of his thighs.
Paul leaned over and was able to suck Andre's entire ball sack into his
mouth, rolling the balls around gently.

With Andre on his back, Paul lifted his legs high in the air and, crouching
down, sucked on is asshole, which was completely hairless.  At the same
time, Jeff crouched behind Paul and was able to get his tongue easily
through Paul's asshole and well into his rectum.  They all sucked on one
another's assholes and on one another's penises and balls for some time
when Paul suggested that they do what Andre wanted most of all-to be fucked
by two penises at the same time.

Paul told Jeff to stretch out on the bed with his head at the head of the
bed.  Then Paul stretched out with his head at the foot of the bed.  They
each put their left leg under the right leg of the other, and put their
right leg under the left leg of the other, and then scooted up to each
other until their balls were pressed together and their hard penises where
pressed together forming an erect double penis.  Then Andre stood over
their hips and slowly lowered himself down to a sitting position, allowing
both penises to enter his asshole as one.  It was a very strange sensation
for Jeff to feel the very strong pressure of Andre's ass hole against the
top side of his penis, while feeling Paul's penis pressed against the under
side of his penis.

Andre started moving up and down slowly.  Both Jeff and Paul could plainly
see their two penises as they pistoned up and down in Andre's asshole.
Just the sight of it made Jeff unusually hard.  Paul whispered to Jeff that
they should try to time it so that they would both shoot their loads at the
very same time.  They would signal each other as they were getting close.
Andre pumped his ass up and down for about ten minutes before neither Jeff
nor Paul felt they could hold it any longer.  They could feel each other's
legs tensing up.  Jeff found it so erotic just to have his own leg on top
of Paul's leg as he tensed his thigh muscles tighter and tighter.

Jeff finally gave the signal that he could no longer hold it.  He felt the
muscle at the base of his penis turn into what felt like a painful knot.
Then he felt the great river of sperm shooting up his shaft and out into
Andre's rectum.  He could see both of their penises throbbing at each surge
and he could feel Paul's penis throbbing heavily against his own, which
drove him to yell out louding as he came.  Andre settled down slowly until
both penises were completely inside his rectum.  He rested for a moment,
and then slowly pulled off.  Great gobs of thick white sperm began to drip
from his hole onto Paul's and Jeff's penises and pubic hair.  Paul beckoned
for Andre to move his ass over to his face, where Paul sucked out as much
sperm as he could.  He then motioned for Andre to go and sit on Jeff's face
so he could also share in tasting the nectar.  Jeff could feel with his
tongue that Andre's asshole was still open and the sphincter muscle had not
closed hardly at all.  He could reach his tongue inside very easily and
didn't want to stop.

Just then, Andre knelt next to both Paul and Jeff and jacked off, spraying
long ribbons of white cum all over both Paul's and Jeff's penises that were
wilting, but still pressed together.  Andre leaned over and sucked both
penises into his mouth sucking them clean of his sperm.

While Paul and Jeff lay exhausted, Andre jumped up, went into the bathroom
and wiped off as much residue from his asshole as he could and began
getting dressed.

"I'm sorry, Jeff, but I need to get home now.  It's very late.  I think
you'll have to drive me."

"Why can't you just stay here and sleep with us," queried Jeff.  "We'll
drive you home in the morning."

Paul leaned over and whispered to Jeff, "Andre's married and has two small
children.  He pretty much has to get home tonight."

Jeff put his clothes on and told Paul not to go anywhere.  He would be back
soon.  As Jeff drew up in front of Andre's house, Andre took Jeff's hand.

"Jeff," he said, "I can't tell you what a great evening this has been.
When Paul first brought you into my office, I thought I was going to pass
out.  I knew he was going to bring someone in to see me, but I never
dreamed it would be someone as beautiful as you.  I hope sometime you will
invite me down to your ranch so I can see what ranch life really is like
first hand."

"You can count on it, Andre.  I can guarantee you'll have a great time."

Andre held onto Jeff's hand very tightly and leaned over to kiss Jeff on
the lips.  Jeff grabbed Andre and pulled him tightly to him and they kissed
deeply, exploring every corner of each other's mouths with their tongues.

They broke apart, and Jeff said, "I really would have liked you to stay
with us tonight, but I understand.  The next time I get together with you,
I'm going to go over every inch of your body.  I promise you."

They kissed again, and Andre jumped out and ran up the sidewalk to his
door.  When Jeff returned to the motel room, he stripped down immediately
and jumped into bed with Paul.  They laid there with their arms wrapped
tightly around each other and kissing each other gently.

Just then, the phone on the bed table rang.  Jeff answered it.  It was his
father, Michael.

Michael said, "Have you met the people you wanted to meet up there?"

"Yes, dad, we went out to dinner with them."

"I want you to come home right now, Jeff."

"But, dad, we planned to stay over the weekend."

"Please, Jeff, come home now.  I can't talk right now.  I need you here,
Jeff.  Please!

"But dad . . ."

"Please!"

"Okay, we'll start on back first thing in the morning."

Jeff told Paul that they needed to go back to the ranch, but that his dad
did not explain anything.  Jeff laid there in the dark staring at the
ceiling and worrying about what had happened to make his dad so insistent.
Paul laid next to him, kissing his neck and caressing his chest and arms.

"Go to sleep now, my dearest Jeff."  Whispered Paul.  "I have the feeling
you're going to need your sleep tomorrow.  They said nothing more and were
soon both sound asleep.


This is the seventh chapter of "My Father, My Son."  Your comments,
suggestions, and criticisms, as always, are very welcome and I will respond
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