Date: Fri, 15 Nov 2002 23:26:38 -0500 (EST)
From: Rob Andresen <malricnyc@excite.com>
Subject: The Final Frontier

	I wasn't sure what to expect when Dad came stumbling into my
bedroom, drunk off his ass.  He was half angry, half crying and completely
out of it, swearing a blue streak up and down.  He caught me by surprise,
despite my expecting something from him after I had come out to him earlier
this week.
	It had been a long month and I had been trying to figure things out
for myself.  We weren't rich, never had been, and even after Mom died and
it was just the two of us, Dad never seemed to be able to keep a job for
long enough to make decent money.
	I was trying to go to college part time, I had gotten a small grant
that helped pay for the classes but books and supplies were entirely up to
me.  So I had gotten a part time job as a bartender at a local club that I
knew catered to gays during the week and became a more open place on the
weekends.
	Dad knew I worked at a bar but he had never asked which one so when
he found the flyer I had brought with me, reminding me of the Camp-n-Cruise
nite coming up later this month, he blew up.
	He called me a fucking faggot and a lousy queer, swore he'd disown
me and then threatened to cut off my balls.  At first I just swore that I
was just working there, that the tips were good and the money I made helped
keep me in college but that seemed to set him off even more.
	He said I was getting to be too full of myself and that I should
get a real job where you had to earn every paycheck.  His attitude finally
got to me and I lashed out at him, finally telling him that, yeah, he had a
faggot for a son and that I had done it with other guys.  That sure shut
him up!
	The fight was not a nice one and we parted that night with me going
to work and him growling his way into the family room to slouch in front of
the 20 year old TV with the fuzz on every channel over 13.
	We hardly saw one another after that.  I'd come home from college
and make dinner, Dad would come home from work, take his plate into the
family room and I wouldn't see him before I went off to work.
	When I got home at 3 am, I'd go to bed and sometimes Dad would be
snoring away in the family room, other nights he'd be in his room.  When he
got up, he often made a lot of noise on purpose, banging around at six,
making it tough for me to sleep.  Then he'd leave for the day and I'd be
able to get in a few hours before starting the cycle all over again.
	Tonight had been different though, it was my night off, the night
Dad and I usually spent together watching Star Trek.  He had hooked me on
the original series back when channel 39 was showing the reruns, when it
was only the four networks, before there was a UPN and Voyager and
Enterprise.  We used to spend every Thursday night or Sunday night watching
the newest show before it went to Wednesday nights and the new Enterprise.
	Dad had always found ways of encouraging my interest in space
exploration and astronomy.  And so I was going to school to get a degree in
aeronautical engineering, I wanted to work on space habitats and
satellites.
	I even remember when Dad painted the glow in the dark paint on my
ceiling to imitate the night sky.  For seven years I went to sleep under
the stars and now it seemed to be a constant reminder that I had somehow
failed my father.
	But tonight he had gone to watch tv and left me in my room,
catching up on homework, trying to study my physics book for the test this
week.  It was about eleven when he burst into my room, reeking of beer and
cursing and crying.  I don't know what had set him off but he was too drunk
to do much except sway and snarl at me.
	That's one thing about being a bartender at a gay club, you have to
look your best to get the real tips from the patrons so I worked out,
cycled to classes, and played a bit of soccer after school on occasion.
Dad was no real match for me, having done piecework manufacturing for the
past nine months.
	I stood when he came in, unsure of what to expect but having heard
some pretty nasty horror stories.  When I finally figured out what he was
babbling about, I realized that he was crying more than he was snarling.
Then it hit me.
	He was blaming himself for my being gay!  He babbled something
about having done something stupid when he was younger and how when Mom was
pregnant with me he had gone and let some guy suck him off because she
wouldn't do anything with him.
	My Dad was worried he had somehow corrupted me!  I grabbed his
shoulders and shook him a bit, his head lolling about unsteadily.
	"Dad, you didn't do this to me!  They've figured it out, it's
something genetic that happens to some people and I just happen to be one
of them.  It's nothing you did, Dad.  Don't do this to yourself!"
	"But I shoulda been a better Dad, I shoulda done something to keep
you from ending up this way!"
	"Damn it, Dad.  I would have turned out this way no matter what you
did or didn't do.  It's nature and it's ok, honestly!"
	"But I wanted everything to be better for you and now you won't be
able to!  I wanted you to have it all and I can't even do this for you!"
The tears were streaming down his stubbled cheek and I hugged him to me,
his tears hot against my bare shoulder.
	"Dad, Dad, Dad.  Everything is fine!  Don't worry about me being
gay.  It's nothing to be afraid of or ashamed of any more.  Hell, there's
even a couple of gay Starships in the Federation.  You know, the Star Trek
club?  We saw their booth at the convention last year!"
	He was quiet for a short time then, his breath ragged with the
exertion of crying over his "lost" son.  I pulled him down to the bed next
to me so we could sit, his craggy face puffy and red as he stared into my
eyes.
	"Hell, Dad.  You know how it works in the future.  Everyone is
equal, everyone is accepted, and everyone has the chance to make their life
whatever they want to make it.  I'm not gonna let my being gay force me to
be something I don't want to be.  And you know what, I don't want to be
anonymous any more.  I'm gay, damn it, and that's ok!"
	Dad stared at me in wonder as I rubbed his shoulder gently.  He
shook his head and sniffed.
	"You know, it's funny.  Here I was worried that I had done
something to hurt you and what I find is that you are proud of who you are
and happy to be yourself.  Damn, I'm proud of you, Keith."  He grabbed me
in a bear hug and shook softly as I hugged him back.
	"Dad, I love you.  I will always love you.  And I'm gonna still be
me, that's not gonna change.  You'll just see a part of me you might not
have seen before."
	I felt him shaking against me and thought he was still crying but
then I heard a chuckle escape his lips.  I pulled back and looked at him.
"What?"
	"I was just thinking that maybe it's time we both got honest with
one another.  I mean, it's just the two of us these days and you are the
only son I've got."
	My eyebrows scrunched in confusion as I tried to figure out what he
was saying.
	"Keith, the reason I was so afraid for you wasn't because of
anything that you said or did.  But I've been there and I know what it's
like to be hiding a part of yourself from the world.  Shit, son, what do
you think I've been doing for the past eighteen years?  Why do you think I
can't keep a damn job for longer than a year?"
	I had no answer, it wasn't something I had thought much about, I
had simply accepted the status quo.
	"Keith, the reason I thought I was to blame for all this is because
I've always had these feelings about other men, I've had them all my life,
and I've tried to run away from them, hide them, and suppress them.  It's
why your mother and I married, why we had you, and why, despite all my
efforts, I was unable to keep those feelings from coming out at the wrong
time.
	"Son, I've tried to be straight, tried to play the game and follow
the rules.  But after a while I get tired of trying to deny my feelings and
I end up going someplace I probably shouldn't and getting caught in some
way or another."
	I was awestruck!  My Dad?  He was gay too!?
	He chuckled at my dazed expression.  "Why do you think I was so
pissed about you working at the Shamrock?  Hell, it was one of my favorite
places to hang out.  If my shift hadn't changed, I would probably have seen
you there sometime during the last couple of months.  And wouldn't that
have been something to see?"
	I still couldn't bring my mouth to close on any coherent language
so I stared, dumbfounded.
	"But Keith, I know what it's like in the closet.  I've been there
for a long time and now, here you are, flaunting yourself to the world.
I'm jealous, I'm afraid, and I'm worried for you, son.  Hell, every time I
sleep with a man, I wonder if something bad is gonna happen."
	I finally found my voice and although I croaked a bit when I
started talking, I knew I had to get it out.
	"Dad, nothing bad is gonna happen.  I mean, I haven't been with
that many guys, but as long as you're honest with yourself, how can that be
bad for you?"
	He shook his head.  "Keith, I'm too old to be a queer.  I mean,
look at me.  I'm over 40 and have a twenty one year old son.  What do you
think that means in gay years?  I mean, come on, I'm almost dead!"
	I must have growled a bit because he leaned back a bit from me.
"Don't you dare say that, Dad!  You are still a hot guy.  I mean you've
gone a little soft but you should see some of the old trolls that come into
the bar.
	"And 40 is not dead, damn it!  One of my best friends is a 45 year
old dance instructor at the school.  He has the hottest body and the cutest
smile and is one of the sweetest people I know.  He's always got some young
chippie on his arm and not because he has money or anything."
	Dad chuckled at me.  "Yeah, Randall is a great guy, isn't he?"
	I was slightly stunned as I realized Dad knew who I was talking
about.  My face turned a bright shade of red and I knew there was steam
coming from the embarrassment.
	"Um, you know Randall?"
	Now it was Dad's turn to glow in the dark.  "Uh, well, he and I had
a bit of a fling about a year ago and we've been friends ever since."
	I would have sworn there were flames coming from my face as the
heat rose.  "Um, Dad?  I had a thing with him about ten months ago!"  Dad's
reaction was not what I had expected.  He suddenly began laughing, tears
once more streaming from his eyes but this time he was bent over in
hilarity.  When he finally was able to catch his breath he wheezed out,
"You mean we both had a thing with the same guy!  I can't believe it!"
	I started chuckling as well, enjoying the strange irony of it all.
"And I bet Randall knew he was screwing both the father and the son too,
the bitch!"
	Dad grinned at me and shook my shoulder.  "Isn't that just the way
he is, too!"
	I smiled back at Dad.  "You know, he took me to a gay bar in
Chicago about a month after we first met.  He kept trying to sell me off to
the other bar patrons, asking `do yu liyke my leetle seester?'"
	Dad folded over in another paroxysm of laughter.  When he caught
his breath again, he shook his head and grinned at me.
	"You know, he told me that he had done that the weekend after.  I
had come to his place for a cocktail after work and he told me he had taken
this young hunk to his old dive to show off.  He was so proud of the way
you handled the old trolls!"
	I smiled back at Dad.  "Yeah, he always loved the way I could smack
them down with a witty snap and a sly put down."
	Now Dad turned a little red as he remembered some more of his
original conversation.  "Um, he also said that you were pretty spectacular
in bed and that he was pleased that you came back with him, even after that
stripper propositioned you in the bar."
	Now I knew that red was becoming a permanent color on my face as
the heat radiated in waves from my cheeks.  "Um, well, the stripper was,
how did Randall put it, the `original good time, had by all,' and I didn't
want to be just another one of his things.  But Randall, he was something
special."
	"Yeah, that he was.  He had the most incredible body!  And his
chest was so well defined.  Comes from being a dancer, I suppose."
	Dad and I sat there, each remembering their own experiences with
the dance instructor.  I suddenly realized that he and I had connected in a
way I would never have expected.  "Damn, Dad.  This is something completely
amazing, you know that?"
	"Yeah, I know, Keith.  And here I was thinking that I could scare
you straight.  As if that had worked for me.  Instead it sent me to guys
like Randall and that one drunk kid, what was his name?"
	"You mean Ian?"  Now I was surprised again.  "Shit Dad, are you
telling me you did Ian too?  Hell I had him two weeks ago!"
	He chuckled at me.  "Well, the poor boy doesn't know what's good
for him.  He'll go home with any guy that'll buy him a beer or five.  Did
you go to his place?  It's certainly a damn porn palace!"
	I grinned.  "Yeah, and his collection of dildos is certainly
something!"
	Dad turned a bit red then and seemed to make up his mind on
something.  "Uh, well, yeah.  I'm afraid I got to know that collection a
bit.  Um, it's kinda embarrassing but he tried to get me to take one or two
of them and I wasn't able to."
	My jaw was beginning to ache from having dropped so many times in
the past hour or so but this time it was because my father, the man I
adored and idolized as a paragon of manliness, was telling me that he had
tried being a bottom!  "Um.  Wow.  Uh, that's...uh...damn, Dad, I don't
have a clue what to say!"
	He chuckled at me.  "You don't need to say anything, son.  It's
strange enough sharing this with you, let alone finding out we've both been
with the same guys on at least two occasions!"
	That's when I made my decision to be as open with Dad as he was
being with me.
	"Well, it's kinda funny, Dad, you trying to explore being a bottom
and all.  I've been pretty good at that since I first made it with a guy.
There's just something about feeling another guy inside you...it's
something else!"
	Dad's breathing became a little more labored as he looked at me and
I realized that his hand was still resting on my bare shoulder.  I felt the
blood flowing into my shorts and knew that my cock was becoming aroused,
twitching in excitement.
	He looked at me and, in a muted voice, almost whispering, said, "I
know exactly what you mean, son.  I've only had it that way once and that
was a long time ago.  It felt so good and I knew that it was right.  But
then I tried to hide it."
	My own voice turned a little husky then.  "Well, Dad, you don't
have to hide anything any more.  I'm just like you and it's all right to be
this way."
	We sat there, almost motionless, the breathing becoming more
obvious as the seconds ticked away.  I felt the tension rising to a point
where something had to break and I knew that I would be the one to do it.
I leaned over, my hand coming to rest on his thigh, and pressed my lips
into his, my tongue sliding along the fullness of his lips, asking to be
allowed entrance.
	Dad closed his eyes and groaned softly into my face, his lips
opening to allow my explorations to begin.  I felt his hand tighten on my
shoulder and began caressing his thigh, the denim stretched across tight
muscles.
	I tenderly caressed his teeth with my tongue, sliding along his
molars to touch his cheek before returning to twist around his own mouth
muscle.  He moaned softly as my efforts paid off, his own member rising in
his jeans, straining against the fabric.
	My seven incher poked outward, covered only by a thin barrier of
cotton, seeking release.  Dad gently lowered his hand onto my throbber, the
first touch a shocking jolt of pure energy and joy.  I groaned loudly which
encouraged him to continue his own away mission, learning all there was to
know about his son's manhood.
	We kissed and fondled one another for an eon or two before I leaned
back and gazed into his eyes.  They shimmered, stars in the firmament, and
I realized that we shared much more than our love for Star Trek, the future
or for space.  We shared a love for one another.
	I pressed my hands against Dad's chest, easing him back onto my
bed, his jeans soaked with juices from his aching member.  He moaned softly
as I slid my hands up his shirt to feel the fur on his chest rustling
against my fingertips.  I had always loved the fact that my Dad had a hairy
chest, it was one of the manliest things about him.
	I remember something from my childhood too, when Dad would hold me
after swimming in the county lake, drying me off and warming me with his
own body.  Now it aroused me even more and I felt almost light headed as
the blood gushed into my aching member.
	I slid my hands down to the belt encircling his soft contours.
Yeah, my Dad had added a few pounds, but it was not wasted, by far.  I slid
the flap loose and popped the buckle in a smooth move, something Randall
had taught me, before I popped the button on Dad's jeans, the white cotton
of his briefs erupting into the glowing light from the stars above.
	Dad moaned as I rubbed against his straining member through his
underwear.  I had never really looked at my Dad this way before but he
seemed quite nicely endowed and I wanted to see what the family jewels
truly looked like.
	I slid the zipper down, revealing even more of his briefs, the
white fabric splotchy with pre-cum as it soaked into the front of his
pants.  Dad raised his hips as I pulled the jeans down over his hips, the
briefs sliding enticingly down a ways as I did so.  His underwear was
strained as his cock tried to break free from gravity and the constraints
of his clothing.
	I swallowed thickly as I realized that Dad was packing a monster,
the meat missile stretching a good ten inches from his crotch.  I had to
reveal him in all his glory and pulled down the briefs to allow his
throbbing cock access to the atmosphere.
	Liquid gold drooled from the mushroom tip, lubricating the length
of his missile and coming to rest in the dense forest of the launch pad.
Dad was dark haired, something that had always fascinated me, since I was
blonde, like Mom had been, and the curly fur at the base of his cock was
thick and glistening with sweat.
	I licked my lips before lowering my face to within millimeters of
his purple command module.  I darted my tongue out and captured a drop of
the pearly liquid that seemed from the slit, an effervescent honey and lime
taste that begged for me to continue.
	I swallowed his cock head whole, the juices beginning to flow more
freely now that I had applied a little suction to the rod.  Dad groaned,
obviously enjoying the sensations of his son sucking on the cock that made
him.  I slid down the length of his meat stick and was able to tickle my
nose with the dense underbrush from his bush before rising once more.
	I slicked his cock from one end to the other, eliciting more sounds
of joy from my father as I tasted the juice that had spawned me.  Dad was
getting into it as I bobbed up and down on his meat, my hands massaging his
thighs and sliding up to caress his soft juice balls.  On one such
exploration, I let my fingertip stray somewhat and I encountered the sweat
soaked forest surrounding his man hole.
	Dad twitched strongly as I circled his love chute and I knew that I
had to give him what he wanted.  Sliding my mouth up to where I had just
his cock head in my mouth, I opened my lips and let my tongue swirl around
the slit, his pre-cum oozing out in a steady stream.
	I then slid down his shaft with my tongue, following the thick vein
down to the base of his cock where the ball sack shuddered tightly against
his groin.  I placed first one and then the other in my hot mouth, relaxing
the two sperm factories somewhat, before I continued my tongue washing down
to the heated interior of his cock jungle.
	In silent desire, Dad's legs slowly rose, opening his ass to my
explorations.  I continued my away mission by slipping my tongue between
his fur covered orbs, tasting a musky flavor of male ass sweat.
	Dad moaned and grabbed his shins, opening his black hole for my
attentions.  The event horizon winked at me, begging me to begin my trek
into his man depths, so I slid down and began probing in earnest.  My
tongue bathed his sphincter with spit and he began relaxing, allowing me
access in ways he probably had not thought of before.
	He was groaning in earnest now, my work having accomplished a great
deal.  But I knew that he needed me to continue and to pass forward into
that event horizon.  My cock was straining with the stimulation of tasting
parts of my own Father I would never have thought possible before.  I felt
my own slickery juices flowing down my seven inches, lubricating me for the
next step.
	I sat up and pressed my boner against Dad's ass, sliding in ever so
gently, almost before he realized what I was doing.  I felt the pop and Dad
barked a groan out as I entered his hole.  I continued forward, each inch
moving slowly until I filled his ass with my cock, the vein throbbing
against his sphincter.
	Dad's cock was even harder now, the cum liberally flowing from the
piss slit as he opened his eyes and grinned at me.
	"Fuck, son, you have an incredible cock!"
	I bent down and kissed him, our tongues twining around as I slid
out until only my mushroom head remained inside him before shoving forward
again.  I continued to launch my meat missile into his deep space,
thrusting forward and back, my tongue sliding in and out of his lips as Dad
felt what it was like to have a real man fucking his virginal hole.
	It didn't take long before Dad blew his load, the cum shooting out
like the flame from a rocket, coming to rest against my shoulder, his cock
shaking with the effort of releasing his magnificent seed.  His ass
twitching against my cock drove me to a higher state where I began to see
stars and suddenly I began pouring forth my life essence, coating my
father's ass with the seed he had originally created in me.
	I cried out in agonal joy as my cock launched into Dad's ass and I
filled him with my load.  I continued to twitch for several seconds as my
cock drained itself and I felt Dad clench around my meat missile in his own
effort at finishing the job.
	I collapsed against him, our sweat slicked bodies gleaming in the
light from the stars above, the stars my Dad had painted there for me. He
kissed me softly, his stubbled lips a reminder of his true maleness.
	"I love you, Dad," I whispered with what little breath I had
remaining.
	"I love you too, son."  He chuckled and I looked into his space
blue eyes.
	"What, dad?"
	"Well, I was just thinking.  Talk about a voyage where no man has
gone before!"
	I hit him with the pillow.


So let me know what you think!  Rob