Date: Fri, 6 May 2016 12:43:48 +0000 (UTC)
From: hankbrookscc@comcast.net
Subject: Craig's Bliss...Short Story

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			      Craig's Bliss


Craig Taylor and John Maloney were a gay, married couple, who lived an
idyllic life.  No two people ever loved each other more, even though Craig
was eleven years older than John.  But it wasn't always a world of bliss
for them.  In fact, there was a time, not so long ago, when their lives
were in turmoil.

 Craig grew up in a small town in Central Florida.  He was a football hero;
tall, strong and very handsome.  Everyone adored him, and the young ladies
crawled all over him.  Unfortunately for the girls, Craig harbored a big
secret.  He was gay, and he knew it, but he did everything he could to stay
securely in the closet.  He had every intention of moving away from his
provincial surroundings after college.  He vowed to move to a big city,
where he could become anonymous, and live a gay lifestyle.

He was also very smart, and he was accelerated in school.  He was just past
his seventeenth birthday when he graduated from high school.  He bit the
bullet and asked Mary Ann Fleming to be his prom date.  Even though it was
traditional to lose one's virginity the night of this event, he had no
intention of deflowering Mary Ann, but she had different ideas.  She made
him take her to a nearby park, where all the couples were going.  They
would park their cars in the visitors' parking area, and a good many would
lose their virginities in the darkened lot.

When they arrived there, Craig was extremely nervous and he started to
sweat.  He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to perform.  He needn't have
worried.  Mary Ann was anxious to lose her virginity, especially with her
hunky date.  As soon as they were parked, she became the aggressor.  She
made him get into the back seat with her, and as soon as they did, she was
all over Craig.  She even tried to unzip his fly, and he helped her.  At
seventeen, it doesn't take much to arouse a man.  As soon as his cock was
fondled by his date, he got as hard as a diamond.  He pulled down his
pants, and Mary Ann pulled up her gown, and pulled down her panties.

 "Now," she begged him, and he obliged her.  He came gushing up her vagina
in less than ten strokes.  She of course, was left unsatisfied, so he
brought her off with his finger.  She sighed deeply when it was over and
started to put herself together.  She had gotten what she wanted.  She
didn't realize that they hadn't made love at all.  It was a pure carnal act
of lust.

It had all happened so fast, that she hadn't given Craig a chance to think
about it, or even to decline his manly duties.  He suddenly realized that
he had never used the condom, which he had so carefully put in his pocket
before the prom.

Two months later they had a shot gun wedding, and seven months after that,
Mary Ann gave birth to a beautiful baby girl.  Craig was not yet eighteen
years old.  He fell instantly in love with his baby.  Mary Ann had her
baptized as Ann Marie, reversing her own name, but Craig always called her
Dolly because she was so beautiful.

 Craig had to give up his dreams of college, and he began to work in his
father's Chevy dealership.  He learned his trade well; from being a grease
monkey to becoming a first rate salesman.  He knew that the dealership
would be his one day, and his father was grooming him to take over. He
feared that he would never get to the big city where he could be openly
gay.

 Before Dolly was one-year-old, shortly before Craig's nineteenth birthday,
Mary Ann disappeared.  Craig came home one day to find her gone.  Dolly was
crying in her crib, and nobody was in the house.  Moments later, Craig's
mother came barging in, slightly hysterical.

 "What's wrong?" she screamed.  "Mary Ann called to beg me to come right
over."

 "When was that?"

 "About twenty minutes ago."

They rushed to the crying baby, and Craig saw a post-it stuck to the rail
of the crib.  It read: "I don't want to live like this, and die like this,
before I have lived at all."

 Nobody ever heard from her, nor saw her, again.  Craig even continued to
file joint income tax returns in the hope that somewhere she would file a
return, and the IRS computers would catch the duplicate social security
number, and from that, he would be able to trace her down.  It never
happened.  After a number of years, he had her declared legally dead, even
though he had no intention of ever remarrying.  In those days, it never
occurred to him that he might marry again, but this time to a man.

When his wife disappeared, Craig's yearning to make love with a man never
left him.  In fact, if truth be told, his desires increased.  He was afraid
to venture out in the world and find relief, so his fist became his lover.

 After he and his daughter were abandoned, Craig moved out of the apartment
he had shared with Mary Ann and Dolly, and back into his parents' home.
With their help, he raised Dolly into a beautiful young woman.  All through
her high school days, there were always good looking boys coming around to
date her.  Craig wisely did not interfere in his daughter's life, but he
silently prayed that her mother's fate would not fall upon her.

As her senior prom loomed, her nearly thirty-five-year-old father began to
worry about her losing her virginity.  When the doorbell rang, Craig went
to answer it.  Dolly wanted to make a grand entrance, coming down the
staircase in her beautiful gown.

 Craig opened the door and got the shock of his life.  He expected to see a
young high school boy.  Instead, a mature young man in his mid-twenties
stood at the door.  He was holding a corsage in his hand, and he smiled at
Craig.  He stuck out his free hand and Craig did not exactly shake it, he
embraced it.

"I'm John," the young man said in such a manner that he assumed Dolly had
told her father all about him.

"I'm Dolly's father," Craig said, sounding kind of spacey.  "Please call me
Craig."  Craig thought that if the boy called him `sir' he would cringe.
He was saved by Dolly's grand entrance down the stairs.  Both men stared at
her in absolute awe.  Neither of them had ever seen anyone so stunningly
beautiful.

The young couple greeted each other with chaste kisses on their cheeks.
The corsage was the kind that needed no pinning, but fit neatly on Dolly's
forearm.  John did the honors.  As they left the house, Craig thought that
he should say something fatherly, like asking John to be a perfect
gentleman, but he decided to keep quiet.

The moment they were gone, Craig began to fantasize that he and John were
making mad passionate love with each other.  Craig went into the bathroom,
and proceeded to stroke himself.  He had the most intense orgasm he could
ever remember.

 After the prom, John came around often.  Craig found out that he had a
good job as a medical supplies salesman.  He had to travel some for his
job, but it wasn't an excessive amount.  Craig desperately wanted John to
be his pal, so he took him to ball games, played golf and tennis with him,
and when he was over at the house visiting Dolly, they would toss a
football in the back yard.

When Dolly and John announced that they were engaged, Craig was torn apart
with mixed emotions.  He was delighted that John would be his son-in-law,
but he was frightened by his lustful desires to make love with him.

John was living in a one bedroom furnished apartment.  He and Dolly rented
a two-bedroom town house together.  Craig insisted on furnishing it for
them, and he paid for all the furniture the young people selected.  When
they chose a wedding date with the caterer, it was Craig who made the down
payment.  It was also Craig who arranged to reserve the date at the church.
He loved Dolly more than most dads loved their daughters, because she had
never had a mother; but it was his lust for John that made him into a
giving machine.  Craig would have done anything to keep John close.

 Dolly never had any desire to go to college, and now that she was engaged,
her resolve grew more solid.  Craig put her to work as a cashier in the
dealership.  One morning, about two months before the wedding, she did not
show up for work.  Craig called her at home, but there was no answer.  Then
he tried calling on her cell phone.  She answered the phone, but she was
crying so hard, that he could barely understand what she was saying.  He
managed to gather from her ramblings that she had gone over to his house.
Of course, she still had the key.

He rushed home, and found her on the sofa.  She was rolled up in a fetal
position, and she was still crying.  His first fear was that something
terrible had happened to John.  He wrapped Dolly in his brawny arms.
"What's wrong, what's happened?" he finally asked.

 "John broke our engagement," she managed to say.

 "Why?" Craig asked incredulously.

"He said he couldn't tell me, but he wanted me to know that it was for the
best."

 Craig could not believe what he was hearing.  He had spent so much time,
effort, and money into keeping John close to him, how could this happen?

 "Where is he now?" Craig asked.

 Dolly had gathered herself together a little bit more, and was able to
talk without hyperventilating.  "He told me that he would stay in a motel
until he found a suitable apartment.  He wants me to stay in our apartment,
but I told him I would rather move home with you.  He started to pack a
suitcase, and I told him that I would leave and come back later when he was
gone."

"I want to talk to him," Craig said.  "He can't just walk out like this
without an explanation."  He dialed the apartment, and was relieved when
John answered.  "Stay there," he said.  "I'm coming right over."

 "That may not be a good idea," John whimpered.

 "Nevertheless, stay put until I get there."

When Craig got to John's apartment, he let himself in with his key.  He
found John sitting on the sofa.  His head was buried in his hands, and he
was crying.  Not knowing what to do, he wrapped John up in his arms, much
the same way as he had comforted Dolly.

"I don't understand," Craig said.  "You and Dolly seemed so much in love.
I welcomed you into my family with open arms.  I treated you like a son,
not a son-in-law.  Something must be terribly wrong.  I'm entitled to an
explanation."  He was still embracing John lovingly.

John took a deep breath.  "Yes," he said, "I'll tell you what's happening,
and then you'll be so disgusted with me, you'll be glad I'll be out of
Dolly's life."

 "You're a good kid, John.  Nothing could be so terrible, that Dolly or I
would ever want to toss you out on your ass."

 "I'll let you be the judge of that," John whispered.

"You didn't murder someone, or break the law?" Craig asked with concern.
That actually made John laugh, so Craig smiled back at him, feeling much
relieved.

 "Nothing like that," Craig said.  "Let me talk, and don't interrupt.  The
best case scenario is that we'll part as friends.  The worst case is that
you'll flatten me out."

 Craig desperately wanted to say something, but he had agreed not to
interrupt.  He did feel that he could at least say, "Go on."

 "When I first met Dolly, I was obsessed.  She was on my mind day and
night, but when I met you, things began to change.  The more things we did
together, and the closer we became, it was you who was on my mind day and
night."  John turned his face away from Craig.  "Do you know what I am
trying to say to you?"

 Craig certainly did know what John was telling him, and he was torn apart.
At first, he entered into a world of sheer bliss.  John wanted him as much
as he wanted John.  As that thought sunk in, he began to think about Dolly.
She had no idea that he was gay, and he hoped that nobody else did.  A
union between him and John would most certainly devastate her.  He was
surprised to find himself thinking that she would just have to deal with
it.  After all these years, he was entitled to some happiness also.

He had no idea how many minutes passed until he heard John say, "No matter
how much you hate me, please say something."  John was facing Craig again,
and the two men were staring into each other's eyes.  The silence grew
longer.  Little by little their faces came closer and closer together. When
they were no more than a centimeter apart, their lips met.  They kissed
each other softly, just allowing their lips to brush lightly against each
other until love took over; love, and a lot of lust. Their lips parted and
their tongues met.  They kissed passionately for a long time, and then
separated smiling at each other.

"I'm gay," Craig told John.  "I always have been and I always will be.
Dolly is the result of one crazy encounter on the night of my high school
prom.  I never regretted it for one minute.  Dolly has lit up my life.  I
wasn't very good in the bedroom, and maybe that's why her mother left me.
Whatever the reason, she ran out on us.  I had Dolly, but I never stopped
yearning for love with a good man.  I was just too chicken to come out and
act on it.  The minute I laid eyes on you, I fell in love with you, and I
wanted so much to make love with you.  That's why I spent so much money on
us.  I wanted us to be together as much as possible.  Even if you married
Dolly, I wanted us to be close."

John smiled at Craig.  "I never identified myself as being gay, but I
occasionally had suspicions.  I had been with a few girls before I met
Dolly, but the experiences never blew my mind.  For your information,
Craig, Dolly is a virgin.  She wanted to wait until we were married, and
now I'm glad about that.  When I met you, my suspicions about my
orientation grew stronger and stronger.  When I was with you, I had to
restrain myself from grabbing you, and kissing you, and making wild love
with you."  John started to cry again.

 Craig jumped up, and led John into the bedroom.  He started to undress,
and John followed suit.  In seconds the two virgins to male sex were naked
and facing each other, eyeing each other all over.  Craig was six flaccid
inches of uncut cock, but it was rapidly rising to its working length of
eight inches.  John was cut, and about a half inch shorter than Craig, but
his cock was wider.

As Craig stared at John, and his lust became uncontrollable, he fell to his
knees, and gobbled John's hardness into his mouth.  He played lovingly with
John's balls as he sucked gently on his shaft.  John pulled away when he
felt himself cumming.

 "Let's get into bed and play sixty-nine," he said.  Then he smiled at
Craig, and said, "I'm so happy."

"I am too," Craig said softly, and he kissed John gently.

They brought each other off in a very short time.  They both swallowed each
other's juices, and there was very little mess.  After the loving they lay
side by side, kissing and sharing their residual cum.

 Finally, Craig said, "I want us to be a couple.  We will do this again a
million times, and much, much more, but for now, I must look after Dolly.
Don't go to a motel tonight.  Stay here, but come around to my house
tonight.  I'll keep her there, and urge her to stay overnight.  I want you
to tell Dolly that you can't go through with the wedding because you
realized that you were gay.  Make her understand that none of this was her
fault.  Leave me out of it for the time being, and beg us all to remain
friends.  Little by little we'll wean her into getting used to us as a
couple.  Does that plan work for you, my darling?"

"Not really!  I agree with everything except keeping you out of it, and
getting her used to us slowly.  I think we should lay it all out on the
table at once, instead of prolonging her pain.  If we do that, we can be
together now, and not in some nebulous future.  She'll just have to deal
with it."

John said the very words, Craig had been thinking.  He knew that John was
right, and he simply nodded his head.

 "I'll come over after working hours this evening, and we'll tell her
together," John said.

In the end, the news that her father was gay, was more traumatic to the
young girl than her broken engagement.  She was pretty, and she knew that
there was a man out there for her.  Next time, she thought, I'll sleep with
the guy before the wedding to make sure we're both all right.

But she only had one father.  She couldn't accept the truth that he was
gay.  Sensing his daughter's anguish, Craig decided to tell her the whole
truth about how her mother managed to seduce him, even though he was gay.

"I was just an accident," she sobbed.

"Maybe, maybe not," Craig said.  "That's not important.  What's important
is that you were loved from the get-go.  Nobody could love you more than I
do.  You made my life bearable. Can you imagine how repressed I've been?
Without you, I might very well have killed myself."

 Somehow that last statement got through to Dolly.  She wrapped her arms
around her father and wept silently on his shoulder.

 John had remained silent, observing the inter-action of Dolly and Craig,
but finally, he spoke up.  "I am so sorry, Dolly.  I never meant to hurt
you.  I swear I didn't know that I was gay until I started to have desires
for your father.  I was confused and miserable.  I needed to get away, and
distance myself from both of you.  I was even going to quit my job, and
move, but I found out that your father felt the same way about me.  I don't
know how we're going to work this out, but we must.

 "Somebody has to think straight," Dolly said.  "You two are useless right
now."  She turned to Craig.  "Daddy," she said, "I'd really like to go back
to school, so here's what I propose.  I'll stay in the rented townhouse
until I get accepted somewhere, and leave.  John, you stay here with my
father.  I can see you two guys need each other before you both fall apart.
I hate what you both did to me, but I love you both, and I know we'll all
work through this."

 With that, she grabbed her car keys from the hall table.  "I'm going
home," she said, and she was out of there at the speed of light.

 After she left, Craig and John looked at each other, and started
blubbering again.  They held each other tightly, without kissing.  They
must have stood like that for an hour, until finally Craig whispered in
John's ear, "Let's go to my bedroom and make love."

 "I want us to fuck each other tonight," John said.  His tone of voice was
so matter of fact, that it sounded like he said, "Let's have apple pie for
desert."

 At that moment in time, they were the two happiest homosexuals on the
planet.

 Dolly didn't exactly enroll in a college, but she was accepted to a design
school in Manhattan, and she was gone six weeks after her father came out.
Part of her was ashamed, and she wanted to get far away from her provincial
home.

 Craig didn't want John to travel anymore.  He wanted them to be together
always.  He trained John in a sales position at the dealership, and John
quit his original sales job.  Craig figured that if he could sell medical
supplies, he could sell cars.

 A year after their relationship began they had a quiet wedding in a
judge's chambers.  Dolly declined to attend.  They wouldn't let that sadden
their big day.

 They made love almost every day, until finally, one day, Craig, who was
older, needed a night off.  John kidded him about it, but truthfully, he
needed a break also.  They were so much in love that they got high on just
being together.  They didn't need their love making to define their
marriage or measure their love.