Date: Thu, 8 Oct 2009 16:28:30 +0000
From: Steve Thomas <stevethomas535@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dream On, Eugene! Chapter 6

This is based on the authors feelings, beliefs, and in some cases,
experience. But it is a work of pure fiction. Come to think of it, some of
it may not be all that pure! There may be graphic sexual encounters between
males, so if this offends you, you are invited to retreat. If you are too
young or it is otherwise illegal to be here, shame on you ... please stop
here. If not ... ENJOY!

Cast of Characters: Eugene Hathaway -- Yeah, that'd be me. I'm 35.

Aaron Williamson -- my partner. He's 55.

Larry -- my step dad.

Gerry -- my mom

Myra -- Larry's sister

Mrya's husband and Aarons brother.

>From Chapter 5:

I looked at my sweet man and we both broke out into another grin as he
attacked me and we kissed a very happy kiss.

"You will get your wish as soon as I get you home!" he said.

"What wish was that?"

"That I sit on you, silly boy!"

I rubbed my quickly hardening bone. "Ohhhh yeeeaaaaah!" I said. "Remember
the first time we did that?"


* * *

Chapter 6

* * *

"Sweet boy, I just can't do this any more!" Said Aaron to me.

I had come up to his place early on a Sunday morning. I was 24 at the time;
Aaron was 44. I parked up the hill from their house in an area that was
like a turnaround and where the mail boxes for the few neighbors were
placed. It was 5:30 in the morning, and as soon as I saw that Edie pull out
of the driveway, I got out of my truck and stole down to their house.

Out in the country, nobody locks their doors, so I easily let myself in,
sloughed off my shoes and quietly padded to his bedroom. He was nearly back
to sleep and awoke

with a start. "Hi daddy!" I said.

He looked pained at me and said it: "Sweet boy, I just can't do this any
more!"

"Dad-eeeee!" I whined.

"I told you that Edie and I decided to try to patch things up. I can't be
seeing you ... and stuff ... on the side ... any more!"

I pouted and said, "I won't come again, Poppy. I promise!" The problem was
... I had made that promise so many times before!

"You have to go, Gino ... now!"

I lay down on top of him and forced my lips onto his. He sobbed and said,
"How can I ever push you away when you do this?" And then he kissed me back
with passion. I got up and took all my clothes off and opened the
covers. He had on the one piece sleeping "thing" he liked to wear to
bed. It was a top and bottom in one piece, with no waist to bind. I slipped
it over his shoulders and slipped it doewn off his legs. I then climbed in
under the covers with him. He closed his eyes and sighed.

"We can't do this again, Sweetheart -- ever."

"This is the last time!" I said. "Only today, I want you in me!"

I was the one to usually fuck him. It was never discussed. I guess I was a
"mostly top" and Aaron was a "mostly bottom". But today, I wanted to feel
him inside me -- for this last time together ... if indeed that was what it
would be. In reality, I knew I'd be back ... and so did he. This was often
our little game. I'd show up ... he'd protest ... he'd give in and I'd
promise not to come any more. It was his way to assuage his conscience.

He asked me to do it differently this morning. "Sit on it Baby." He said. I
got up and he grabbed the lube from the bedside drawer, where I well knew
he kept it and he squirted a large glob of it into me and put some on
himself. It felt cold at first. I straddled him and stabilizing myself with
my hands on his knees, I started to lower myself down only his pole.

"Wait a minute, Baby." He said. "Turn and face me."

"You mean missionary style? I thought you wanted me to sit - "

"Yes, sit on me, but do it facing me."

"Oh! Okay!" I did as he asked and he guided his meat into me. I easily sat
all the way to his pubes. He pulled me down and kissed me deeply. If I
wasn't 4 inches taller than he, we couldn't have done that without slipping
out. He then told me to go for it. I started to raise and lower myself onto
him, each time going all the way down on top of him.

He then started to stroke my eight inches and we both got a good rhythm
going. He had never cummed inside me. He couldn't do it. But when I started
to get close, he pushed me away with one hand and kept stroking me with the
other and started to thrust up from below me as fast as he could.

In that position, he seemed to be hitting my prostate every time he plunged
deep inside me. I hit that point of no return that felt kind of panicky
... very excited and very VERY awesome! I started my orgasm and he thrusted
even harder and faster from below and also with his hand. I cried out as I
shot cum over his head onto the wall then all over his face, his chest and
tummy and finally over into his treasure trail.

I was so completely spent that I just collapsed on him and he slid me over
to the side and took my quickly softening meat and sucked it soft while he
finished himself off. He moaned wildly as his cum first sprayed onto me
then all over the sheet

between us.

* * *

"Yeah, how could I ever forget that?" He said. "Course I like it better
when it's you on the bottom in that case! I can't wait to get you home!"

In the morning, Daniel pouted as he told me he had just found out I was
going home.

"You can visit us at home." I said.

"Yeah, but I'll never again be able to give you a bath or a massage."

"I love you too, Daniel! And you can massage me when you visit!" I
grinned. And one of the reasons is that you never stepped over the line --
no matter how much I secretly wanted it!"

"Aw, Gene, I have way too much respect for you to do that."

"What do you have too much respect for?" Said Aaron walking in, grinning.

"I was just telling Daniel how much I appreciate that, knowing I was gay,
he never did anything inappropriate when he bathed me or massaged me."

"Yeah, I appreciate that too!" Smiled Aaron. "Did you tell him that he
should come over sometime? And you have a new beau too, don't you, Daniel?
Bring him too!"

Daniel grinned and blushed. "Id like that. Bernie will too!"

"But you can STILL massage me when you visit!" I grinned. "I may even like
to reciprocate!"

When Aaron drove me home, again we both got almost shy, knowing what we
both KNEW we wanted to do as soon as we got in the door. But I was
surprised that the dining table was all set and the house smelled
wonderful. I sniffed the air and said,

"MMmmm!" and I laughed.

"What?"

"I guess you believed your mom, huh?"

"What?" He said, laughing."

"I was so sure," I started, "That the quickest way to my heart was through
my ass!"

I laughed. "But I am thinking your mom was right all along. It's through my
tummy! That smells so good it almost seems illegal! What is it?"

"You have to ask?"

"Not really. You fixed my favorite ... tri-tip!"

"Well, if through your tummy is the quickest way, then we'll just have the
other way for dessert!" He said. I pouted. ""Your just a spoiled brat!" He
said. "Don't worry, I also have your favorite dessert too. And you can have
it before the sexual dessert ... if you can resist me that damned easily!"
It was his turn to pout!

"After all this time and we still like to play our little games!" I
giggled.

"Yeah, old habits are hard to break, I'm afraid."

"Omigosh! I just thought of what happened after that first time we did the
sit-on act."

"I wish you wouldn't!" Said Aaron. "I'd like to forget about that. I wish
YOU could forget about it!"

* * *

Two weeks after our first "sit on" experience, I called Aaron. "Hello?"

"Yeah, like you can't see who called!" I said sarcastically.

"I'm driving!"

"Are you alone?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"Um -- I guess I'll see you tomorrow morning. Is she working?"

"Don't come."

"So -- the bi -- er -- so she's gonna be home?"

"Gino, just don't come. I told you last time was ... the last time."

"So, she's working?" I persisted.

"Sigh! Yes! But don't come! We have to stop!"

"I just want to see you!" I said.

"I'll stop by your work." Said Aaron. "I'm driving. I gotta go! Bye
Sweetheart."

"Bye ... Daddy." I said.

The next morning my alarm went off at 5:00 AM. I looked at my cat curled up
at my feet and looking lazily at me, waiting for me to scratch her.

"Morning, Kee-kee. Yes, I AM going again this morning. He ALWAYS tells me
not to come! After last time, I KNOW he will want more of that!"

I always discussed my day with Kee-kee. She was a good listener -- and she
always agreed with me. "Kee-kee -- do YOU think I'm gay? "Well, obviously
you KNOW I'm not! I even let you sleep with me! And ... YOU're a girl!"

I fed my fish and the turtle, let Kee-kee out, threw on some loose jeans,
shoes and a tee shirt and went out and got into my truck. I started it
quietly so it would not disturb my brother. I lived with him at that time
-- him and me and my friend Jared.

How could I be gay? My brother's not gay. None of my friends are gay! Well
... maybe Ryan, but I never see him any more. I just like getting ... close
... with my dad ... that's all!

I drove the 40 miles to Aaron's house. I parked up by the mail boxes as
usual, where Edie couldn't see my truck. She's not all that bright ... she
wouldn't recognize it anyway. I saw her car leave from their lower
driveway. Something seemed different.

I got out of the truck and quietly pushed it closed and walked down to the
house. Just in case, I looked to make double-sure Edie's car was gone. It
was. I went to the front door. Locked. I went to the back door. Locked. I
went up to their bedroom door. It too was locked and through it I could see
that the bed was made. The house was all dark.

"What's this shit?" I said aloud. "I told him I'd be here!"

"Don't come." Echoed in my head. I called his cell phone.

"Hello?"

"What's up?" I asked. I told you - "

"Hello? Hello?" said Aaron. "Must be a wrong number!" He said, and
disconnected. I guess Edie is there in the car with him.

Well, he TOLD me not to come! I sat on the deck next to the bedroom
door. "Is this it?" I said to no one in particular. I sighed. "What am I
supposed to do without you, Daddy?" I asked and started to sob. "I love
you, Poppy! I want you! If that means I'm gay ... I guess I'm gay!" I said
to the birds and the deer that were never too far away out here.

I walked around to the front porch and again sat, dejected. "Don't come." I
kept hearing. "How many times did he tell me not to come. How many times
had he tried to keep me from holding him ... and kissing him. But he was
always mine! He couldn't

turn me away! We WOULDN'T turn ME away!" I told the trees.

"FUCK!!!" I cried to the universe.

I guess that's why he took her to work. That way he didn't have to face
me. It's not as if I want him to marry me! I just want him to love me!

He came to my work later that day. "I saw your truck up there in the
turn-around." He said. "I'm sorry. I took her to work and - "

"You took her to work so you wouldn't have to face me!"

"You have figured me out!" He said sarcastically.

"Daddeeee!" I whined. "I love you!" I said desperately.

"And I love you! I always will love you, Gino. "But I have to try to make
it work with Edie. I HAVE to give it a try."

"FINE!" I said impudently. "When you're finished trying, call me!" I said
and walked away into my office. He followed me.

"Gino -- please don't be that way! It's hard enough for me. I love you like
-- like - "

"I know ... like a son!" I said snappily. I pulled him to me and hugged him
forcefully.

"Well, I love you like a ... like a ... DAMMIT, I just love you!"

He struggled in my arms at first then went limp. "Gino -- Sweetheart --
this is so hard!" He cried. "I have to do THIS and YOU need to find someone
else!"

"I don't WANT someone else!" I said, and kissed him. Again he resisted, but
then kissed me back passionately. I grabbed his crotch.

"Don't!" He said.

"Daddeeee!" I whined again, not stopping, as I opened his jeans and fondled
his genitals.

"Gino ... we just can't! I can't!" He said, as I squatted and took his
quickly growing mast into my mouth. He fell against the door and I quickly
brought him to his climax. I grabbed a Kleenex from my desk and squeezed
and wiped him clean, then came up and kissed him again, giving him most of
what I'd taken from him moments before.

Aaron slid to the floor.

Tears in his eyes, he started to reach for my fly, but I stopped him. "Not
now, Daddy. I've been in here too long with you already! Just remember, I
love you."

"I love you too, Sweetheart. But no more!" He said looking deeply into my
eyes. I got it. He meant it this time. "I love you, Gino!" He said with
tears in his eyes and he walked out.

"I'll call you!" I said.

"Okay."

* * *

"It was after that when I started to date Cheryl. Gosh, I SOOOOO wanted her
dad!"

"So you said." Said Aaron. "She was the only girl you ever made love to,
wasn't she?"

"That wasn't love, Aaron! I fucked her. At least I found out that I could
actually do it. But I didn't even like it! Oh, I got off alright ... I
liked it that much. But I never wanted to do it again! That's when I
finally believed you."

"Believed what?"

"You kept telling me I was gay. I started to accept it that morning when
you took Edie to work ... to avoid me. I finally admitted it to myself when
I did her and didn't want to ever do it again! Aaron -- have I ever told
you how sorry I am that I was such a pain in the ass?"

"More than once -- and you know it!"

"And you never told me I wasn't!"

"Is that what you were waiting for ... for me to tell you that you weren't
an immature gitt?"

"I just never saw it ... until Cheryl. She was 19 and I was 24 and I was so
bewildered what to do. Then it dawned on me. I was that same Pita to you!"

"Pita?"

"You know ... Pain In The Ass ... P-I-T-A! Only I was kind of hoping you
might tell me that I wasn't that bad!"

"Heh! You were probably that bad ... or worse. But there was a big
difference."

"What?" I said, pouting.

"I was in love with you!" Aaron said, grinning. "That made it all worth
it."

"I was so hurt when you went back with Edie."

"You mean the time I never really left? She got mad and kicked me out but I
never really left."

"But that night we spent together ... I was so sure that you were mine!"

"Well, I am now!" He said and kissed me. My body reacted
immediately. "Now?" He said.

"Now ... what?" I answered.

"Now do you want to take up where we left off at the hospital last night?"

"HELL yeah!" I said.

Our first time doing it, I had sat on Aaron. We like it both ways, but now
he wanted to straddle me. My 8"-er may seem large to some, but it isn't
that amazing considering my height, but it's not the length that Aaron
loves. The girth is nicely proportional to the rest of my body and ... to
its own length. In other words ... it's quite thick.

Aaron's is equally as thick as mine, but two inches shorter. So ... I know
how good it feels, filling my anal chute completely. And ... luckily
... Aaron is somewhat masochistic, He loves to feel the pain as my length
bottoms out at the bend in his colon. He says it's sometimes excruciating
-- especially when he is sitting on me, because that allows maximum
penetration.

But he likes the feel the pain. We think part of it is that with Edie, he
felt almost nothing. She basically "let him do it". So he felt no joy in
getting off and never ever felt the elation of getting her off. When he
gets me off, he KNOWS how much I like it! And when I am topping him, me
screams out for me to go deeper, harder and faster ... even though it hurts
like hell!

He loves pleasing me ... which makes me love him that much more ... but
also seems to revel in the pain. We think again that he suppressed his
feelings so long that just to feel ... even pain ... is better than no
feeling at all. He also says that he gets immense pleasure from my ecstatic
screams of joy.

And when he is sitting on me, he is in complete control. I like that
because I can lie back and just enjoy it. Of course when he gets close, and
I at the same time, jacking him off, like he taught me years before, I
support his weight with one hand while jacking him with the other, and then
I do all the thrusting from below. This is why we both like this way the
best: we get off together -- wildly! (Remember, when he's on top, he can't
get off until after, while he sucks and chews on my softy.)

In our afterglow, I thought back to when we moved in together.

* * *

As you might remember, when she kicked him out that first time, she
immediately called him and begged him to come back. I was devastated, at 24
years old. I had thought he finally was mine! But then he went back. And
when things predictably got worse ...again ... between them, he found
Manolo, still trying to "spare me".

That lasted 4 months before Aaron and Manolo determined that it could not
work. Manolo had told Aaron that he loved him so much, he would take
whatever he could get ... even Aaron's leftovers, after his family had used
most of his time and energy up.

Well, for what it`s worth, at 24 years old, I could easily see Manolo's
point. That's what I wanted. If I couldn't have all of Aaron, I'd take what
I could get.

With me, he understood better than I -- that I would never be satisfied
with that. Somehow ... he believed Manolo could do it. The bottom line was
... Manolo came here to make Aaron and offer "he couldn't refuse". Manolo
was very rich. He was going to ask Aaron to come back to Europe with him,
where he would take care of him ... in grand style ... the rest of his
life.

What Manolo didn't count on was Aarons love for his family ... and theirs
for him. Once he saw it in action, he knew he couldn't take this lovely man
from his family. I'll give Manolo that much. He saw the love there and
retreated.

But the way he did it hurt Aaron deeply. Enter Gino. Edie had no idea that
Aaron was hurting as he was when Manolo left, neither could she have done
anything about it if she knew. She was cold and uncaring.

That one year was so eventful for us! One day, Aaron called me again -- but
this time he was completely calm. "I'm ready to move in with you, if your
offer is still good." He said. He sounded a little sad, but calm.

"You're not going to go back again ... Aaron?" I said cautiously. "I don't
know if I could take it if you did."

Ever the logical one, he said, "Now you know that's not so. You could take
it. But you won't have to, Gino. Edie and I have done all the talking
already. She knows I have to do this ... I have to be myself. Gino, I know
that you don't like her, but I still love her. Just not "like that". And
surely not like I love you!" I said.

"Do you love me as much as you loved Manolo?" I asked.

After too long a pause, he said, "Okay -- that's not a fair question. And
you know it! Just like you used to ask if I loved you more than my own son
... there is no relevance."

" -- Because ... you still love him, don't you?"

"Okay, I'm not having this conversation with you on the phone." Said
Aaron. "Can I at least come and crash with you until we work it out?"

"Until who works what out?" I said. I knew exactly what he was talking
about, but ... hey ... I was only 25 at the time and still a bit of a pain
in his ass. And I was still hurting from the firs time he rejected me
... as I saw it. Good thing he loved me so much!

"I'll be down there in 40!" He said and hung up.

In that 40 minutes, I called my mom. "Eugene, I know that woman. And I know
that he loved her ... or loves her! But she'd be hard for anyone to live
with. What I do know is that he must be hurting now. Don't add to that with
your immature pettiness. Do you love him?"

"You know I do, Mom."

"Then don't make him hurt even more. I don't pretend to understand about
the gay thing, Baby, and I don't even quite get the daddy thing ... except
that you never had one ... but when he gets there, just open the door and
open your heart ... and don't be always testing his love.

"I've seen the two of you together. He loves you every bit as much as you
love him, Gene. Just accept that and accept that if he has room in his
heart to love others -- then he is THAT wonderful ... that's all. And as
far as I can see, he is! I just wish I saw him first! But on the other
hand, I doubt I could have passed the physical!" she giggled.

"Mom, as usual, I knew I could count on you to say the right thing. I love
you!"

When he knocked at my door I opened it and he stood there, his head down
and looking at me past his bushy eye brows. I reached for him and pulled
him into my living room and hugged him tightly ... and kissed him
tenderly. ... and he's never left.

* * *

"That was ten years ago. Now I'm 35 and you're 55."

"Ugh! You needed to remind me?"

"Poppy, that's the minimum age I would accept!"

"Oh -- so you've been taking applications?" He said.

"But ... 20 years older, Gino! When we met I had no gray hair at all!"

"And now you are soooo sexy with all that salt and pepper on your dome! And
this!" I said, stroking his day's growth of beard. "It makes my insides
melt!"

"My lover is slightly insane!" Aaron said. "And as if that weren't perfect
enough ... he seems to be blind!" He laughed.

The reason he laughed is that he is very well aware how handsome he is! No,
I'm not being mean! Aaron is the first to admit that humility is a struggle
for him! But it is just that which makes him so attractive to me. He knows
he's drop dead gorgeous and if anything ... he's the blind one!

Notes: Okay, this is a short story, by my standards. It was to experiment
with what could have been with my "Adam" and me, under different
circumstances. If it WAS us, he would actually be 33 now and me ... I am
65! He finally at least caught up with half my age! Thanks for reading!
Ciao and ... Love, Steve