Date: Mon, 20 Sep 2010 21:54:48 -0500
From: justinmelikes@gmail.com
Subject: Forbidden Love Chapter 1

All of the usual disclaimers apply to this story. This is a work of
fiction, it does portray consenting sexual acts between a teen boy and an
adult man. If this is upsetting to you please stop here. Please feel free
to send me an email with your feelings on the story, good or bad, I welcome
all comments! justinmelikes@gmail.com.

For the purposes of this story, I will, of course, change the names to
protect the not so innocent, but still, I feel it best to change things up
a bit.

Forbidden Love: Chapter 1

Being a gay man, and having been out and proud most of my life, some might
find it hard to believe that I have a son, not an adopted son, but a son
produced of my very own seed, and not from jacking off into a cup and a
strategically place turkey baster! Let me get this part out of the way
quickly. When I was 19 I was out with some friends, this chick started
hitting on me, I told her that I'm gay, but she said she didn't care, I was
the hottest guy in the club and she was sure she could make me see the
error of my ways. Being young, easily aroused, and VERY drunk I thought,
'what the hell, might as well try it once before I die', and so I did, just
that once, and never again. That one time led to the conception of my son,
I know what you're thinking, she was obviously a girl about town, so how do
I know he's mine? Well, when she told me she was pregnant, I was a
sophomore in college, I told my parents, both of whom fainted! My father,
being the practical man that he is, insisted on a paternity test, that test
came back 99.99999999% that I was indeed the father.

How did I come to raise him? Good question. Shortly after the test she
announced that she didn't want the baby, and that she was going to have an
abortion. After I gave it some thought I came to the conclusion that I
couldn't allow that, this was my child, most likely the only one I would
ever have. I told her that I wanted him, and that I would not sign off on
her having an abortion, I had no idea, and neither did she, that I really
couldn't do anything to stop it. She gave in, had my son, and never even
once looked at him, she just told them to get him out of her room!

I was just about to turn 20 when he was born, almost done with my sophomore
year in college, and now was a new dad with a brand new baby boy to think
about. Ok, long story short, my parents helped me with him so I could get
through college and medical school, we have been on our own, him and I,
since I graduated medical school. Today he is 16 and I just turned 36. I
have never once regretted my decision to raise him, even as a single dad,
he has, above and beyond anything else, been the single greatest joy of my
life. (If any of you wanna hear the back story on the single dad part let
me know and I'll write it."

This story is NOT about me and my son, but rather about a very special boy
that was, and still is, my son's best friend. My son's name is Michael
(Mike to everyone but his grandparents), the friend is Brandon. Brandon
comes from a family that's a bit on the seedy side of life, his dad, and
alcoholic, is in and out of jail. His mom does the best she can, but she
turns tricks to help make ends meet, and neither of them really care much
for Brandon, to them he is a burden, they don't see the wonderful, smart,
funny, beautiful boy that the rest of the world sees, so he ends up here
most of the time. I would say that in the past 3 years he has spent more
time here than at home, and I can't say that I blame him. My son, and
Brandon, both know that I am gay, I am 100% out and proud, I have never
hidden this from them. Brandon came out to me 2 years ago, then, with me
sitting there, came out to Mike, who took it very well, and nothing changed
in their relationship, they are still best friends, by the way, Mike is a
regular ladies man, totally straight.

I've noticed over the course of this summer that Brandon seems to be, how
shall I say this? more of a tease? The boys will go swimming then Brandon
will come and sit with me in just his Speedo, his arousal quite
obvious. Let me tell you about Brandon, 16 years old, 5'11", and 150 pounds
of pure boy! He is very well developed, both of the boys do martial arts
and train 3 days a week, so he is very....buff? Is that the word they use
now a days? Black hair, dark tan, very light body hair, smooth chest, the
slightest hint of that wonderful little trail that promises treasures, a
very light dusting of hair on his legs, the most beautiful green eyes ever,
and obviously very well endowed as well, from the look of his semi hard
penis, that he seems to be showing off a lot here lately.  He's the
sweetest boy you would ever want to meet, and until a couple of months ago
the thought of anything sexual with him never crossed my mind, he's like a
2nd son to me. Have I seen him nude? Of course I have, we are 3 guys living
the same house, we are not really modest, so from time to time the boys
will come in to the kitchen nude for a Dr. Pepper or something, no big
deal.

A couple weeks ago Mike came to me, said he needed to talk to me before
Brandon got here, I led him to the kitchen table, our conference room.

"Dad, I'm not sure how to say this, so please don't freak out or anything,
just listen to everything before you say anything, ok?" Don't freak out?
Those words alone are enough to freak any father out! My 1st thought was
that, at the age of 16 he was making me a grandfather!

"Ok, what's on your mind son?" I tried to contain my already raging fear!

"Dad, its Brandon." Then he paused, so was he now telling me that he's gay?
And that he and Brandon are now an item?

"Go on."

"Well, he's been crushing on someone for a while now, like a couple years
or more. Dad he thinks this guy is the greatest guy ever, he wants to
approach him so bad, but he's scared too. He says that if this guy tells
him no his life will be ruined! Dad, he's like totally in love with this
guy. Before I say any more I want to say that I think it would be the
greatest thing ever if they get together, but I don't know how this guy
will react. I mean, I think he likes Brandon, but I'm not sure if he likes
him like that or not, know what I mean?" So this was about getting Brandon
hooked up with some guy that he has a crush on. I can handle this one!

"Yes son, I know what you mean. Does he actually know this guy? Or is this
some internet thing?"

"No, he knows him, he sees him every day, and that makes it harder, in more
than one way." He chuckled.  "Dad, what do you think of Brandon?"

"I'm not sure what you mean son?"

"Like, what do you think about him? Is he cute? I don't know, just your
thoughts o him."

"Well, I like Brandon, you know this, hell, I love that boy with all my
heart, he's like a 2nd son to me. Is he cute? On fear of sounding like a
pervert, yes, he's very cute, hell he's smoking hot if you want the
truth. This guy would be a fool not to date Brandon. Does this guy, who's
name you have yet to tell me, know how Brandon feels about him?" had I said
too much?

"We'll get to the name in a bit, but for now tell me this. If Brandon were
older, and not like a son to you, would you date him?" I was getting
confused by all these questions.

"I'm not sure where this is going son, but I'm getting a bit uncomfortable
with this line of questioning."

"Dad, please. Just answer the question, it's important." I sighed, knowing
that his insistence was my own fault, I had raised him to never stop until
he had what he wanted.

"Yes son, I would be most proud to date him if he were not like a son to me
and, more important, he was 18 or older." He flashed me that smile of his,
that smile that told me that he had gotten exactly he wanted, and that I
was about to regret this conversation. Then it dawned on me, this 'guy' was
me! Oh shit! How do I get out of this one?

"Dad, the guy he wants is, well dad, it's you! He's been madly in love with
you forever now, but he's terrified that you will reject him. I keep
telling him that you wouldn't, but he's too afraid to even talk to you
about it."

I was in shock, not sure what to say. My moral compass was screaming that
this is wrong, that I need to put a stop to this right now, that I couldn't
possibly even consider this. The gay male side of me was screaming for me
to take this beauty and make him mine, the internal struggle was ferocious.

"I'm not sure what to say son. I'm flattered, of course, he's a very
beautiful boy, but he should be with someone his own age, not an old
man. Mike, it would be wrong of me to allow this to happen, he's a minor, I
could go to prison for the rest of my life! Not to mention the morality of
it, I've practically raised him most of his life, he's like my son." I was
in tears.

"Dad, let me ask just 1 more question, then I promise the inquisition will
be over. Is there even the slightest part of you, any part of you that
wants to say yes to him?" I would have to say yes, I could never lie to my
son, he would know.

"Yes son, there is, but I'm not sure I can make that move." There it was, I
just told my son that part of me wanted to become a pedophile!

"Thanks Dad." He got up, walked around the table, and sat on my lap, as
he's done all of his life, put his arms around me, and hugged me tight. "I
love you so much dad, and I want you to be happy. You've been alone for far
too long, I'm almost grown, it's time for you dad, time for you to have
what you want in life." With that he got up and walked out of the
kitchen. I sat there in silence for a while. I sat there thinking of the
possibilities, the ramifications, why had this angel of a boy chosen me?
The chiming of the clock brought me back to reality, I had to get dinner
going, I would have 2 hunger boys to feed in short order. I got up and got
to it.

We ate dinner; the usual conversations took place, as if nothing had been
said. I wasn't sure if Mike had spoken to Brandon about our conversation,
so I decided it was best to just let it go. After dinner I retired to my
room for a hot shower and some alone time with my laptop while the boys
cleaned up the kitchen. At 10:30 I turned off my light, got under the
covers in my king sized bed, and turned out my lamp, and settled in for a
good nights sleep, but I couldn't get the conversation out of my mind. I
tossed and turned, got up and paced the floor, when I got back in bed it
was midnight. I could still hear the faint sounds of the TV downstairs and
knew that boys were still up, I fell into a fitful sleep.

The dream was so vivid, I was dreaming of Lonnie, my ex, he was working his
magic on my very hard 8" uncut cock, I always loved the way his hot mouth
felt on my cock. I was in the throes of a full on passionate love making
session, I could feel my orgasm rapidly approaching, then I was awake,
breathing hard, but the feeling of that hot mouth on my cock was still
there but I was too far gone, I was about to deliver my load...."AHHHHH
fuck im gonna cum" I almost screamed as my cock erupted like
Mt. St. Helens! I'm sure the house shook with the force of my orgasm. Once
I started coming down from my sexual high I was able to gather my senses. I
slowly raised my head and looked down, I gasped at what I saw, it was
Brandon, my cock still in his mouth, some of my cum had leaked out and was
now on his chin, his eyes were pleading with me to not be upset with him, I
was near panic.

"Brandon, son, what are you doing." As if I needed to ask, add that to the
'stupid questions adults ask'."

"Dad (He called me dad at that time) please don't be upset with me.  Mike
and I talked and he told me that you would never be able to make the 1st
move, so I decided to make it myself. I know that you think this is wrong,
but it's only wrong if we think its wrong." He was in tears, they were
streaming down his face, that beautiful face, my heart was breaking that I
had made him cry. "I love you dad, not like my dad, but l'm in love with
you, and I don't think it's wrong, and I don't give a shit what anyone else
thinks about it, or us! Please love me as much as I love you." How could I
not love him? He was perfect.

"Brandon, I do love you, so very much. More than you know. Come up here."
He slowly moved up to lie next to me, I noticed that he was nude as well,
and his hard cock was now pushing into my belly, I was instantly hard
again. I took this beautiful boy into my arms and held him close; it felt
so good to just have him close me. I broke the embrace, pushed back just
enough to look into his eyes, I moved in and kissed him, deeply and with
every ounce of passion I was feeling at the moment. He moaned and melted
into me. I took one hand and reached for his cock, it was even bigger than
I had thought it was, at 16 years old he was sporting 8" of cut boyhood.

I felt him shudder and groan as my fingers closed around his boyhood, I
gave it a quick squeeze, then cupped his more than ample balls. "Looks like
someone needs some attention?"

"Please! I've waited so long for this." He croaked out with a husky voice.

I knew he wouldn't last long, I took my finger and touched the head of his
cock, it was slick with precum. I moved down so that I could give him the
same pleasure he had given me, I inhaled deeply, taking in his scent, it
was intoxicating. I licked the head, cleaned it off, then slowly let it
slide in to my mouth, he pushed his hips up, trying to get it all in, I
knew it was beyond his control; I let it slide down my throat, and savored
the taste of his member. I let my hand roam his private territories, I
quickly found his button and gave a little push, to my surprise he
instantly relaxed and allowed my finger to penetrate all the way in, he
moaned loudly, almost a scream. I found his love nugget and rubbed it hard,
his body convulsed and went rigid, I knew the time was approaching, I felt
his cock swell in my throat, he grabbed my hair and shoved with all his
might.

"IM CUMMING!!!!!!" He screamed as I put pressure on his prostate and sucked
down his cock at the same time. The 1st 4 volleys went down my throat
before I could pull back, the rest I let settle into my mouth, I had to
taste him, it was the best ever! I kept sucking until his cock shuddered
one last time, and the last vestiges of his boy cream oozed out and onto my
tongue. He collapsed on the bed trying to catch his breath, even in the
dark room I could see a light shine to his skin indicating that he had
worked up a sweat.

"You ok baby?" I asked as I moved back up to face him.

"I'm more than ok, I'm perfect. I don't know how to tell you what I feel
right now." He started to softly cry, I took him in my arms and held him
close and lightly kissed his forehead. "I know you didn't know this, but
I've been in love with you since before I came out to you. I was afraid
that Mike would freak about this, but he's totally ok with it. He said that
if it's what we both wanted he don't see anything wrong with it. I can only
hope it's what you want?" He left the question hanging, waiting for me to
confirm that it was, indeed, what I wanted.

"Brandon, I think we should talk about this." I was beginning to let the
guilt get to me. I was, after all, a grown man, and he was, for all intents
and purposes, still a child. My sense of morality was getting the better of
me.

"No, not tonight, please? Just love me tonight, we can talk about it
tomorrow, but tonight I want to just be ours, no thoughts, just
love. Please?" His eyes were pleading with me, there was no way I could
deny him tonight, I was in too far anyway.

"ok, you win. We can talk about it tomorrow, tonight is yours baby." I
leaned in and gave him a kiss, long slow filled with passion. "I hope Mike
is sleeping soundly, if not he heard you screaming." We were both giggling.

"Don't matter, he knew what I was planning to do." I could feel myself
blushing! My son, without doubt knew that I was in here having sex with his
best friend, for some odd reason, the very thought that my son knew for
sure that I was having sex was a bit unnerving.

Before I could say anything else he moved down so that we were head to toe,
he grabbed my cock, which instantly sprang back to life, and engulfed it. I
took the hint and did the same to him, I could feel him moan on my cock, it
was so intense I almost shot my load right there.

I moved down a bit further, spread his ass cheeks, those beautiful perfect
globes, and devoured his ass with a ferociousness that I hadn't felt since
college. He was moaning and pushing back against my tongue as it entered
him, he was lost. His smell was that of a boy, clean, but still musky, that
aroma that drives most men crazy, I was intoxicated, lost.

After about 10 minutes of my eating his ass he suddenly pulled off of my
cock and spun around so that he was straddled me, facing me, he leaned down
and kissed me, then I felt my cock touch his ass. I knew what he wanted,
but could he handle it? Slowly he eased down until the head of my cock
popped into his ass, he gasped in to my mouth but kept going until his ass
was resting on my groin. He broke the kiss and looked into my eyes, I could
see the tears slowly making their way down his face.

"Baby, you're crying, you should stop now, I know it has to be hurting
you."

"They are not tears of pain, they are tears of joy. I've wanted this for so
long, now I'm really yours. I want you to have me, all of me, make love to
me." With that he once again kissed me and started to slowly ride my cock,
the feeling was more than I had ever imagined it would be. I was no virgin,
far from it, but I can say with all honesty that I had never had anyone
that felt as good as he did.

He broke the kiss, sat up and put his hands on my chest, he was really
grinding now, he was in control. "FUCK this feels good, I love how you feel
inside me, no one has ever felt this good!" he was digging his fingers into
my chest, the pain was exquisite.

"Yes baby, ride it!" I was moaning so loud I was sure we would wake Mike,
providing he was even sleeping, but I didn't care, I gave into the feelings
that were flooding my body, he was doing the same.

He continued to grind and ride with abandon, after a few minutes I heard
him moan, and felt his sphincter tense around my cock and knew that he was
cumming again, he hadn't been touching his cock, just riding mine. This was
more than I could take, I felt my own seed rushing forth, ready to plant
themselves deep in my lovers bowels.

"OHHHHHH!!!! Im gonna cum baby!!" I practically screamed.

"YES!! Do it!! Give me your seed dad, make me yours forever!" I was kind of
taken back by this, but I didn't really have time to ponder it, as my
orgasm finally peeked and my seed came flooding out. "OH GOD I can feel it!
I can feel you cumming inside me." He suddenly tensed again and shot
another load onto my stomach, I had about a gallon of prime boy cream on my
stomach. I gripped his hips and forced it in deeper, he was still riding,
trying to get every drop there was to offer, he wanted it all.

After coming down from our orgasmic high, he collapsed on top of me and
just lay there, panting and sweaty, we were both drenched in sweat. Feeling
his weight on top of me felt good, I could have held him like that all
night, but we both needed a shower, we were both rather messy. "baby,
before we pass out I think we should shower." I said as I kissed the top of
his head.

"I think you are right." Slowly he started to get up, my cock still inside
him, and slid off of me and onto the bed. I sat up on the edge of the bed
and helped him to sit up.

"You look a little weak sweetie." I was concerned that perhaps this has
been too much for him, I reached for him to steady him.

"I never knew sex could be like that. I mean, I like sex, and I have had
sex before, but it was never like that, it was like...I dunno, like our
souls became one, like we were no longer two people, but just one person, I
dunno how to explain it." He hung his head.

"it's ok, I felt it too." I got up and took his hand and led him to the
shower. Once back in bed I got in first, he got in and turned off the
lamp. With my arm around him, and his butt resting next to my cock, he went
to sleep. I lay there listening to him breath, well, in retrospect it was
more like purring, then fell asleep myself, more contented than I can ever
remember being.

I woke at my usual time, 6:00A.M and realized that it had not been a dream,
he was still there, still purring contentedly, and still holding my hand
while my arm was draped over him. I smiled and just watched him sleep. When
my morning need to empty my bladder was more than I could stand I
disengaged myself from that angel and made my way to the bathroom. As I
approached the bed he was sitting up on the edge of the bed, smiling at me
as I walked toward him.  "Good morning sunshine." I said as I walked up to
him. "How are you feeling this morning?"

Rubbing his eyes he yawned. "I feel fantastic, like everything this right
in the world today, but it's so early. I woke up and you were gone, it
kinda scared me for a second, I thought you had left me in the night." He
reached for me, I willingly walked into his waiting arms. He buried his
head in my chest and just hugged me tight.

"I'm not going anywhere, but we do have to talk about this. But for now,
why don't you go pee, then get back in bed for a while, it's still early,
and its Saturday, time for young men to sleep late!" I laughed as I headed
for my closet to get dressed.

"Well, since it's Saturday, why don't you come get back in bed with me? You
can use some more rest!" I thought about it for a second then decided, what
the hell, why not? I got back in bed, to be joined by my precious angel,
who snuggled up tight to me. "I love you." He said as he looked into my
eyes.

"I love you too." I kissed him, that set the torrent of hormones in his
young body free, to be unleashed on me. I felt his cock stiffen and press
against my stomach. "I see that you are ready for round two?" I said with a
grin.

"I'm ready for you anytime you need me." Instead of moving down to suck me,
as I expected him to do, he rolled over and pulled me on top of him. He
lifted his legs to his chest and pulled me closer to him. "Take me, please!
I need you!" I felt him push back against my now fully engorged cock, and
with one pull he had me inside him, he moaned and threw his head to the
side, his eyes were rolled back, as he started to work his ass on my
cock. I took his legs and put them on my shoulders. "Is that what my baby
needs this morning?"

"Yes! Please, take me! Do it!" he grabbed my head and pulled me down for a
long kiss..

I started to slowly fuck him, I pulled almost all the way out, I could feel
him panic thinking that I was taking it out of him, then I would push back
in, slowly at first, as we moved I could feel myself getting deeper and
deeper, I could feel his ass muscles working my cock with every thrust. I
felt him tense on my cock, he was moaning and digging his fingers into my
ass, then I saw his cock shoot a massive load onto his perfect belly, the
shot 5 thick ropes of boy cream as he screamed his joy, I was energized by
this, I kept fucking, faster and faster, deeper and deeper, he was moaning
so loud I was afraid he'd wake the neighbors, even if they were a mile
away!

I felt him tense once again, and once again his cock ushered forth another
three thick ropes of his seed to land with the pool that was already
there. This was more than I could take. "Im gonna cum!" I said as the first
of my seaman flooded his bowels. I was amazed at how he could cum two times
in such rapid succession, but to my further amazement when he felt me
cumming inside him his cock once again erupted, time it was only 1 small
shot, but the orgasm was just as strong. I felt my cock shrinking inside
him, I wanted to stay inside him forever, but knew that I couldn't, the
thought of not being inside him saddened me.

He grabbed a towel that he had brought back with him and cleaned himself
up, then he cleaned me up as well. We both fell asleep again, not to wake
until 10AM, unheard of for me to sleep that late, but it was nice to just
be in bed with him.

As I lay there looking at him, he looked so sweet, so angelic laying there
sleeping. He was snuggled up to me, his arm around me, his face buried in
my chest, and one leg was thrown over me. As I lay there watching him sleep
it occurred to me that this could be very complicated. I'm a grown man, a
Dr. in a very small rural town, he was a star basketball player in a very
small rural high school, and worse, he was only 16, but I had to smile at
him, he never did act his own age, I guess it's because he had to grow up
fast, he has never really behaved like a child.

I slowly and deliberately disentangled myself from him and worked my way
out of bed. It was way past time for my morning coffee and I was sure I
would have about fifty texts, emails and voice mails from those that are
accustomed to me being up and at it before dawn, most of which would be
from my best friend Mark.

I grabbed my robe and headed down stairs, I could smell coffee before I
made it to the kitchen, I smiled, this was a first in history, Mike was up
before me. As I walked in he smiled at me. "Well, it's about time you got
up, but after last night I'm sure you needed some extra rest!" He handed me
a cup of coffee and broke out in gales of laughter, he was laughing so hard
he had to sit down, I on the other hand blushed a very bright red. "I mean
damn dad! I thought you two were gonna knock the freaking walls down!" he
was still laughing! "But really dad, my old man must still have what it
takes, you had him screaming like a girl!" He picked up his cup and started
to sip it.

"Well son, your old man isn't as old as you like to think he is, and yeah,
guess I still got it!" this time I started laughing. I was taking my first
sip of coffee when Brandon came stumbling into the kitchen, Mike got up and
fixed him a cup of coffee, Brandon walked over to me and kissed me on the
lips, in full view of Mike, I was a bit stunned by this. He was not hiding
anything, he wanted Mike to know that he had laid claim to me, and that he
was now mine as well. He sat down with his coffee, pulling his knees up to
his chest, his usual morning sitting position, taking his coffee he started
to sip it slowly, he was so damn cute, so freaking sexy when he was
sleepy. I had noticed this a few times, but not really in a sexual way,
just how cute he was when he was still sleepy.

"Well, how did you sleep?" Mike chimed in looking at Brandon.

"Better than I have in like forever! You?" He gave me a knowing smile, and
winked at me.

"Not so well until late, there was way too much noise to sleep!" He started
laughing again. "Ya'll had the whole damn house shaking!" He was once again
in fits of laughter, Brandon and I soon joined him. He stopped laughing and
looked at both of us with a serious look on his face. " I just want to say
that I think it's great that ya'll like hooked up and stuff, and I'm 100%
behind you both in where ever this leads. Just promise me one thing?" he
waited for us to promise.

"Anything son."

"Yeah Mike, anything man."

"You be good to each other, I love you like my brother." He was looking at
Brandon. "And you are my dad, I love you more than anything else on earth,
I don't want to see either of you to be hurt." He had a look of
contemplation on his face. "Oh, and 1 more thing... I don't have to call
him dad!" He lightly punched Brandon on the arm and started laughing again.

"I promise to never hurt him Mike, you know how much I love him, and no, I
don't think I'd like you calling me dad!" He smiled and put his hand on my
mine, it was as if we had been an item for years. Mike just smiled.

"Dad, I think we need to celebrate, how about we go out for breakfast?" He
sat his coffee cup down.

"I think that's a wonderful idea, I'll go get dressed, you have some place
in mind?"

"Yeah, how bout that new place in town? I hear it's really good." He headed
up stairs, but Brandon just sat there looking at me.

"Unless you plan to go in your tighty whiteys I would suggest you go get
dressed." He smiled up at me, that smile that could start wars, my heart
melted. I was his now, and I was powerless to do anything about it, not
that I wanted to change it, I was just concerned, about him mostly.

He slowly stood up, walked up and put his arms around my neck, stood up on
his tip toes so that he was eye level with me. "I love you David Michael
Avery, I know I promised we could discuss this today, and we will, but only
if you promise to be 100% honest with me, I don't care how bad you think it
is I want you to tell me, the only way we are gonna make this work is with
complete, unfettered, gut wrenching honesty, ok?" Before I could answer he
leaned in and kissed me, not just a little kiss, but his tongue pushed into
my mouth and once again he moaned ever so slightly and melted into me.

I broke the kiss and looked into those beautiful green eyes. "Ok, but I
expect the same from you. No matter what. And we will talk about this after
breakfast." He smiled and headed for the stairs. My heart was pounding, my
cock was rock hard, and my mind was one huge hurricane of thoughts, most of
which I couldn't seem to nail down, maybe more like an emotion than a
thought, but still, I was not this confused figuring out the Endocrine
System in medical school, and for those that are not MD's that's easily the
most complicated and ungraspable part of the human anatomy!

I put my cup in the sink, along with theirs, and headed upstairs to get
dressed, I was thinking casual, Hugo Boss jeans, AE t-shirt, and Dolce
flips. Ok, I am, and always have been, a total label whore! The boys are
just as bad if not worse!

When I got back down stairs the boys we back at the table deep in
conversation, a conversation that abruptly ended as I walked in, you know,
all eyes on you as you enter, and all conversation ends, that kind that you
know, undoubtedly, was about you? Yeah, that's how it was. Both boys
smiling, Brandon blushing and a bit fidgety like a boy that has just been
caught with his hand in the proverbial cookie jar. "And just what were you
two discussing?" I tried to contain my laughter.

"Ummm, nothing much, just what we wanna eat at the restaurant." Both
blushed at this point.

"Yeah...Shall we? Wanna take the Shelby?" Both boys said a very loud YES in
unison, it's a rare treat to take the Shelby out, I don't drive it much,
only on sunny days. The Shelby you ask? 2010 Mustang 500 GT Convertible,
that has been sent to Vegas to Shelby for the 750 rework, black with red
racing stripes, black and red leather interior, and the best part, 750
horses under the hood just screaming for me to let them come out and play a
little.

We climbed in, Mike jumped in the back seat and gave me a wink, Brandon
took the front seat next to me, you should have seen Mike trying to fold
himself up enough to get in the back seat, there isn't much of a back seat
in these cars! I fired her up, hit the button to put the top down, then hit
the other button to open the garage door.  As we were backing out Brandon
put his hand on my leg, as you would do with your lover/boyfriend, I just
smiled, in many ways it felt natural, wonderful, as it should be, and at
the same time it felt like has always been this way.

Breakfast was uneventful, the food was good, the conversation was great,
there was no sign of any strain, and nothing to indicate that there was any
tension at all between the boys. I was very happy with this, I was prepared
to end this at once if it were to cause issues between them, they had been
friends for far too long to let this come between them, but to my delight,
Mike was very happy that this was happening, he was all smiles all day.

Once back at home Mike said he had some stuff to do and headed up stairs to
his room. I'm sure he understood that Brandon and I needed some time to
talk about things.

Finally we were alone. Brandon walked up and put his arms around my neck,
gently put his lips to mine and gave me a kiss. The kiss was urgent, filled
with passion, I knew instantly what he wanted, but that would have to wait,
I gently pushed him back enough to break the kiss. Giving me his best pouty
look, which I have to admit is the sexiest thing I have ever seen, he
says. "I need you." His voice deep, throaty, horny!

"Not right now. Now we talk about this." Putting my arm around his
shoulders I led him to a chair in the living room, then I took one across
from him, not wanting to be too close for fear that I would not be able to
control myself. I mean, how many of you could control yourselves with a
very horny, very hot 16 year old begging you to take him?

Once situated, and with adequate distance between us I looked at him, was I
about to break his heart? Was I about to make him happy? I had no idea, but
what I did know is that we had to get this out of the way if we were going
to move forward. "I'll start." I said to break the tension in the room, the
look on his face can only be described as fear, but fear of what I didn't
know. "The first thing I want to say is this. Brandon it's not too late for
you to back out, no one will be hurt, no harm no foul, if that's what you
want." I let the statement hang there for a few seconds, it was more a
statement than a question, not really requiring and answer. To my surprise
he looked me in the eyes, tears trailing down his beautiful face.

"No, I don't want to back out, I want you! I told you last night, I've
wanted you since before I came out to you. Last night was the most magical
night of my life, then this morning was even better." He wiped his tears
with the back of his hand, sniffled and once again looked up at me.

"Brandon, what I need to know right now is that you are one hundred percent
sure of that decision? There are no doubts at all? If you have any doubts
about anything, anything at all, now is the time to air them."

"I'm sure, there are no doubts about us at all, not even one. This, you,
are what I want, are there doubts in your mind?" He had a look of
anticipation on his face, but his tears had stopped. How could I not want
this? But how could I want this? My mind was in conflict. My morals were
screaming that this is wrong, he's too young to know what he wants, but is
he?

"Brandon, I'll be honest with you, I do not doubt your love, you have
proven that beyond doubt. My insecurities come from that fact that you are
so young." The tears were back. "Now listen to me. You are only sixteen,
just turned sixteen in fact. I guess my question is this. Why me? Why would
you want to be with me, someone so much older than yourself, why not
someone your own age? I guess I'm worried what you will do when you get a
bit older? Will you leave me for someone younger?" He took a defiant
posture; suddenly he looked much older than his sixteen years.

"I get it, I really do. Why you? That's easy, I love you, I respect you. I
know you think this is some kind of hero worship or something. I'll admit
that it's a bit strange for me to fall in love with you, but that's what's
happened, and it has nothing to with anything other than love. Why not boys
my own age? Surely you understand me better than that by now. I don't want
a boy, I want a man! A real man, a man that knows himself, not some boy
still trying to figure life out. If I wanted to just fuck I could go find a
dozen of them, but that's not what I want. I want a man that understands
love, how to love, how to receive love, and what I takes to actually love
someone, all they want is to get their dick into something, or have a dick
put into them, that's not love! I love you! I need you! I want you! I chose
you! I can't promise you that I'll love you the rest of your life, but I
can promise you that I'll love you for the rest of mine." Oh god how I
loved this boy, I could easily see a future in politics for him, and with
speeches like that he would never lose a race!

"I believe you. Now, we have the issue of your staying here. I think
telling your parents about this would prove disastrous to say the
least. Any ideas on that one?"

"I think things should go on as they always have. I mean, I spend 98% of my
time here anyway, and they don't give a shit where I am as long as I'm not
at home, so I don't see things changing in that arena. Of course, I would
be most happy to move my things into your room?" He gave me a little grin,
at my house he has always had his own room, complete with the same
amenities that Mike was afforded, flat screen TV, DVD player, some video
game player that I still don't understand, he has always been treated as a
member of the family. I had not thought about the fact that he would want
to move into my room, for some reason it had not crossed my mind, but he
was right. I had no doubt that he would be sleeping with me every night
anyway, so why not?

"Of course, I can make some room in my dresser and the second closet is
empty. Are you sure you are ready to make that move? Give up your private
personal space?"

"The only space I want is beside you." He got up and walked over to me, sat
down on my lap and once again pressed his lips to mine, I could not resist
this time, I gave in to the love that he was conveying. He moaned and
melted into my chest as our kiss deepened. I felt his hand reaching for the
button on my shorts, groping, trying to get them undone, trying to reach
the rock hard treasure buried within. I wasn't thinking or I would have
stopped him and taken him up to my...our...room, I was too far gone to
thing logically, I wanted him, needed him, there was an urgent need to
somehow consummate this relationship, it was primal, animal, unscripted, it
just was.

He was feeling the same emotions, his kiss was desperate, needing, wanting,
he was not being gentle, he was staking his claim, and he needed to do it
now. Before I knew what was happening, or could react to what he was doing,
he gave up on trying to gain entry the way it was intended. He grabbed the
top of my shorts with both hands and pulled, popping the button off in the
process, quickly unzipping the fly, finally my painfully hard cock was
free, and he was down in a flash and had it all in his mouth! I moaned,
grabbing the hair on the back of his head I forced it the rest of the way
in. I could feel him moaning onto my cock, I almost lost it right there. I
quickly pulled him off of my cock and stood him up in front of me, grabbing
the elastic of his basketball shorts I pulled them and his tighty whiteys
down in one quick motion. His 8" boyhood was standing proud and ready, not
even waiting to admire it I reached for it and sucked it into my waiting
mouth, I heard him moan my name as I worked it with my tongue, taking it
all in then flicking my tongue out to lick his balls, we were both lost,
there was no going back, there was no stopping. All of my fears melted
away, my concerns about him really loving me, wanting me, all gone, all
consumed and burned to ashes by our passion.

With my right hand I reached between his legs and let my finger brush his
pucker, I felt his legs tremble as if he were about to fall. I pulled me
off of his cock, looking down at me he said "Dad, please take me! I need
you right now!" I stood up, scooped and laid him down on the sofa, not even
bothering to take him upstairs, there just wasn't enough time for that.
"Yes, do it! Take me!" he spread his legs and pulled me to him, his legs
wrapped around me he kissed me while he pushed himself onto my cock, taking
it all at once.  Somewhere in the back of my mind I had this little
niggling discomfort with him calling me dad, but I would have to deal with
that later, for now he needed all of my concentration, and I needed to
focus all of my prowess to make him feel the best I can make him feel. I
concentrated on how my cock felt sliding in and out of him, how he
shuddered as I did. One of my talents is the ability to actually feel the
prostate gland with my cock, and once I find it I assault it with no
mercy. He was no different, I adjusted myself so that I could hit it with
every stroke, he was moaning to the point of almost screaming, his nails
were dug into my back, I was sure I would be bleeding when this was done.

I knew this was not going to last as long as I would have wanted it too, it
was too urgent, too much need to express my love, for him to express his
love. I felt him shudder then stiffen, then with both hands digging into my
back his cock erupted rope after rope of thick white boy cream between us,
seeing this sent me over the edge, I felt my balls start to boil over, it
was time, he felt my cock swell inside him. "YEEESSSSS." He screamed as I
unloaded deep into his bowels. Riding the waves of orgasmic pleasure I felt
him pull me in deeper, the start to milk my cock with this ass muscles.
Exhausted and utterly spent I collapsed on top of him struggling to catch
my breath, his own breathing was labored and ragged.

He looked into my eyes. "Do you still have doubts?"

"No, none at all."

He held me tighter and whispered "I love you." Into my ear.

"I love you more." Was my response.