Date: Thu, 7 Jan 2021 04:52:45 -0800 From: Douglas Marx Subject: adventures of fag dad; ch 54; gay/authoritarian; story codes: M, MM, SM, BD Chapter 54 -- Adventures of Fag Dad Please donate to Nifty to help maintain the site: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Disclaimer: This story contains explicit descriptions of adult men. These men engage in sexual activity with other adult men. The intent of this story is entertainment for adult male readers. All characters depicted having sex are over 18 years. You also must be over 18 to read about them. Thank you. Appreciation: Besides donating to Nifty, consider sending some feedback to douglas.marx.4@gmail.com. Thank you. Please check out my other Nifty.org stories under the prolific writer tab. Author's note at the end. Chapter 54 Kevin walked into the office. Scott was sitting at the computer managing the bar codes of the stock. Kevin sat down. Scott noticed he had a severe expression. "I'm done. We waited too long. You can stay if you want. You can run it. Not run it. I don't care. I will turn it all over to you. I will change the LLC, so it's all yours. I don't care. Paul and I are leaving for Paris this afternoon regardless." "I knew this was coming. I don't want to run it without you. That's what I was doing on the computer right now. With your permission, I will create a skeleton crew to shut it down. The rest I want to have the wranglers come and take them away. It can happen by tomorrow, if necessary." Scott explained. "Good. Will you come with us to Paris?" Kevin asked. "No. I'm staying. I am taking your assistant, the crew, and we are going to play cowboys." Scott said with a big smile. Kevin laughed. "Ok. Thank you for everything. We had fun." "We sure did. And, thanks for fucking my hole. I will never forget it and your small cock." Scott joked as he and Kevin embraced. "Asshole." Kevin chuckled and walked out. Paul was waiting by the car with the bags. "Let's go," Kevin said to the slave. They took off down the dusty road to the state road to the freeway to the airport to the plane to Charles de Gaulle. Except when necessary, Kevin and Paul never stopped holding hands, expressing their unconditional relationship. - Joe insisted on coming out to Charles de Gaulle to meet them after they got through customs. He took the train out because he hated the traffic. He hired a car for the return. Dinner was waiting fixed by Joe's pet and David. "Well, here we are." Joe raised a glass. "Yup. Here we are." Paul echoed. Dinner was quiet; not much said. The next day they drove out to Omaha Beach in Normandy. Walking down to the water's edge, each took a bit of the ashes and threw them into the sea. Joe finished with an immense amount, emptying the plastic bag. As the six of them walked back to the car, Joe threw the plastic bag in a trash can. "I knew something was up," Sam said on the way home. "He denied it, but I knew something was up." "Me too." Kevin echoed. "I do regret not hearing what he was saying to us all." Joe said, "The only indication I caught was the night the four of us had dinner after he apologized to Paul. I noted both you and Sinclair looked haggard. Didn't think much of it. And, Sinclair wasn't like that again." "Now what?" Paul asked. Joe answered, "Fuck if I know." As the SUV speed back to Paris. - A year went by. Joe knew not to make any significant decisions until after a year. Kevin and Paul stayed on for a while. It wasn't the same, and each felt Joe needed to find his new path without them. Joe asked that Kevin and Paul take the pet with them. The other slaves left under Joe's order. It was hard to let go, but Joe is a smart cookie. He felt the pet would be better off with Kevin and Paul as Joe's interest in slavery waned. Sam did as instructed, not interfering with his father's care unless asked, which Joe did not ask. - "Officer?" "Yes. Who is this?" "It's Joe. Remember several years ago you brought my kids to me." Joe explained. "Yeah. Oh. Hi. Wow. I can't believe you are calling. You moved away, and we never got to connect for a coffee." The officer said with a smile. "I know. We left suddenly. I wanted to reach out, but I was with my man. Sinclair gave me permission to get together with you. There was no interference. I don't even remember now why I didn't make an effort." Joe said. "Well. Things happen. So, what's up? Why are you calling?" "Officer. Sinclair died a little over a year ago. I wanted to connect with someone who was not involved much in our lives." Joe explained. "What is going on with you?" "Oh, Joe. I'm so sorry to hear. I know you loved him very much." "Thank you, Officer." Joe acknowledged. "I've had a few relationships. They don't work out well as a police officer. It's either the worry or the hours. "And, I retired a while back. It took some time to figure out what to do next. Still haven't figured it out." Officer said. "You want to have that coffee finally?" Joe asked. "Yeah. Sure. Where are you? Are you close?" "Well. Yes. Very close. I'm in Paris." Joe laughed. "Close enough." Officer laughed. "My cock's hard. Is yours?" Joe asked. "Yes, it is." "Save it and let me have it after the coffee." "Cool." Officer smiled. - "Hey, Sam. What's up? You haven't called in a while. Where are you? What's going on?" David asked. "David, it's time," Sam ordered. David responded with a knowing the life he expected was going to happen. "Yes, Sir." Thank you for reading. Author's note: This is my favorite story of all my writings. The love I feel for Sinclair and Joe knows no bounds. For that reason, I could not publish this final part until now. As with all the characters, they moved on, and so have I. I finally let go. Thanks to all those who read this story and all those who sent their appreciation and irritations--Merci beaucoup. Appreciation: Donate to Nifty. 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