Date: Fri, 12 Jun 2015 17:44:11 +0000 (UTC) From: Bjork Nut Subject: Mid-Life Discovery pt. 3 Disclaimer: Copyright (c) 2015. All rights reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced in whole or in part without written permission of the author. Author encourages safe and sane sexual behavior. Author cannot be held responsible for accidents or injuries or any other misfortunes that result from proper or improper application of the information contained in this story. This story is meant to be a masturbatory aid only. Any similarity between people and places in this story and any real people and places is purely coincidental. Despite the terms such as "boy" or "son", all characters in this fiction are just that, fictional, and as such, do not exist in any reality or corporeal form, but if it makes you feel better then, yes, they are of legal age and enter into their activities consensually. 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I knew that our marriage had failed long ago, the foundation of love that our marriage had been built on had never been nurtured, so, it was easy for the cracks of complacency, apathy and disinterest to take hold and grow. I looked around my bathroom and saw the trappings of comfort that had been used to mask the fundamental problems between me and my wife. I made my way down to the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee and a quick breakfast, as I walked through the house I felt like a hermit crab and the house was my giant shell of a home, a home that I realized no longer fit me. It's cavernous size reflecting the emptiness that was a life devoid of affection. As I walked into the kitchen, my heart caught in my throat, there sitting at the table was the one thing I truly loved without a doubt. Roderick. My son had his back turned to me so he hadn't seen me enter the kitchen, he had his earbuds stuck in his ears so he hadn't likely heard me either. I walked up to him from behind and put my arms around him in a hug. This gesture had a two-fold effect. First, it scared the heck out of my son, and two, in his startlement he jerked his head back and knocked me in the mouth. I felt the sting of my lip being split, followed by the tangy metallic taste of blood in my mouth. "Oww." I cried out bringing my hand to my mouth. My son, yanking his earbuds out, turned and looked at me, wide-eyed, with fear and surprise. "Oh my god, Dad! You scared the crap outta me. Oh, shit, are you alright?" he said as he saw blood beginning to seep through my fingers. I made my way to the kitchen sink to rinse out the cut and used the glass door of the under cabinet microwave as a mirror to assess the damage. It wasn't anything critical. A small scab would likely form soon and my lips would swell. I would live. My son had moved over to me at this point and stood behind me. Our eyes locked on each other through the mirrored surface of the microwave door. "Well no major damage done, son," I said turning to face him. He handed me a paper towel to blot up the blood. "Sorry, dad," he said, "But I hope that teaches you not to sneak up on people," he added as he began laughing at the incident. I pretended mock indignation and I brought my hand up and lightly cuffed him on the side of the head. He laughed all the way back to the table, to finish up his breakfast. Seeing the time on the microwave clock, I told Roderick to hurry along as we needed to make his morning practice on time. My son rose from the table still eating his breakfast burrito and moved around to grab his bag. With a mouthful of food, he mumbled, "Let's go." The drive down to the marina was uneventful, morning traffic was light, and Roderick had been too distracted with his phone to pay much attention to me. My thoughts themselves had me to preoccupied to try and start anything this early. I dropped my son off at practice, this time however, I didn't linger. I waved at him as he exited the car and made his way to the boat dock. The drive into the office was uneventful. I pulled into my spot in the parking garage, grabbed my briefcase and walked towards my office. On my way across the sky bridge that connected the parking garage to the hospital I glanced at all the people and students beginning to go about their business. One in particular, caught my eye. He was a young asian looking buck, he was running topless in a pair of very short shorts. His shirt dangled at his side, but, what had captivated me was the way the morning light glinted off his sweaty chest and torso. From my vantage point high above the street, I imagined bending the young stud over my desk and driving my cock into him, as well as, wondering what his cum would taste like. I chuckled at myself as I stereotypically hoped it would be green tea and ginger. As I walked into my office, I saw I was one of the first to arrive, I made my way past reception and towards my private area. Walking into my space I saw Eric at his desk. Pleasantly surprised I gave him a cheerful good morning. He responded in-kind as I moved on into my office. I powered up my computer, I picked up the phone and called Eric into my office. A heartbeat later Eric was in my office, pad and pen in hand. His diligence never failed to amaze; I smiled and pointed to a chair. "So how was the weekend," I asked him, "Any soreness?" "Weekend was good, boss, soreness is a little better now. But, Saturday was a bear! Spent the whole day feeling like I had Tyrannosaurus Arms." I chuckled at his description of his symptoms. "Well, let me know if I need to take it easy on you." "No! Please don't, I need to push myself with the weights. I was in pain, but, it was a good pain," he said. I gave him a hearty laugh. "Good to know, then. You ready for this afternoon then?" I asked him. "Yup, what were you thinking of us hitting today?" "Well we hit chest and back pretty hard on Friday, so, I'm thinking today will be a leg day." "Sounds good," he responded. "Alright then, we'll head out early again today and hit the gym. I'm thinking we can start training Monday, Wednesday, and Friday if you're up for it." "Oh wow, boss, that would be great, will it be ok around the office?" I chuckled at his concern. "It will be if I say it is, besides, we are planning to unveil a fitness reward program to encourage more folks to go out and workout. So we should be good, but, if it makes you feel better just don't tell people we are specifically working out together." Eric seemed visibly relieved by the last statement. We moved on to work topics next; our meeting over we moved on with our day's tasks. My day quickly became consumed with meetings and paperwork. Due to one of my meetings running a little long I decided to take a late lunch and then hit the gym. I shot a quick email to my colleague, Daniel to see if he wanted to grab a bite together. Daniel agreed and we headed out to lunch. Daniel was the head of the hospital's legal department and I was glad he agreed to join me since the purpose of the lunch was two-fold. I needed to catch up with Daniel on some work items and to see if he could recommend a good divorce lawyer. We met in the lobby area of the administrative offices and walked to one of the close-by eateries located around the hospital. We ended up picking a higher end sandwich and salad place. Daniel was a brilliant legal mind, and, because of this he was one of the hospital's youngest Legal Department Head's. Just barely in his 50's Daniel kept himself incredibly fit and styled, and, while similar in height, Daniel was a handsomely rugged ginger compared to my refined sandy blonde. His skin was a beautiful peaches and cream complexion and his smattering of freckles only enhanced his matinee-idol looks. Additionally, it was an open secret that Daniel might be gay, but, nobody had ever asked, and, Daniel certainly wasn't telling. We made small talk as we ate our meal, but, I knew I would have to broach the subject sooner than later. "Hey Dan," I started changing the tone and timbre of my voice to something a little more serious. Daniel picked up the change and put down his fork and leaned back in his chair. "Can I ask you something?" I started. "Sure For, what's going on," I breathed in deep and let it out slowly. "I think I will be needing a divorce lawyer, can you recommend me a good one?" Daniel looked at me with shock on his face. "Oh man, For, sorry to hear that, yeah, I know a few I could recommend, but, man, what's going on." "Honestly, Dan, the marriage has been over for a long while, but, the clincher is," I looked around to see if someone might be listening in, and then I took another deep breath. "This stays between you and I, correct?" I asked Daniel. He nodded in agreement. "I think I'm gay." As I said this I suddenly felt a huge wave of relief lift off my shoulders. "Holy shit, man, I didn't expect that," I chuckled at his reaction. "Yeah, well, I kinda wasn't expecting it either, but, there you go." "Well dude, don't hold back, give me the details, how did it happen, when did it happen and who did it happen to." I felt a twinge of panic as I heard his questions, I wavered on whether to trust Daniel with the whole truth or not. I decided to play it safe, I would hate for someone to misunderstand what happened between me and Roderick and be sent to jail. "Well," I began, "First let me ask you this, Are you gay, Dan?" Daniel our green eyes locked "Yes," he responded, "Now answer my questions." I chuckled at him. "It happened just the other day. I was on a run on the trail by my house and I spotted this very handsome cyclist. He was in a bit of a bind so I gave him a ride back into the city. He invited me up to his apartment, and, man, I don't know, one thing led to another and the next thing I knew I had this guy cock in my mouth and I was sucking it down like I was a Dyson. And, it felt great! Man, I was like a man possessed with this guy. It was the most intense experience I ever had." Daniel soaked in the information, he leaned forward again a smile played across his lips. "You know, one experience doesn't make you gay, For. It just means you're questioning your choices." I blushed as he said this and leaned in as well. "This wasn't my first time," I whispered. Daniel's eyebrows rose in surprise. I told him about the the jerk-off movie I had done in the past and then told him about my encounter with Roderick, of course names and age were changed to protect the innocent. And then I told him about the sexual flirting I was having with Eric. "Holy shit, man." Daniel finally said, "Well, my opinion as your friend is get it boy. Now my opinion as your legal counsel, is tread carefully with Eric. While not expressly forbidden, inter-office dalliances, are not looked kindly upon by the hospital. Especially, if it leads to termination or possible litigation. Now, as to whether this makes you gay, well, the only thing I can say to that is that if you feel that, well, then welcome to the club." "Thanks Dan, I appreciate the support," I said, "Just wish I could say the same about the wife. I don't think she will take it kindly when I serve her the divorce papers." "Just be honest with her, and, hope for the best, who know she might surprise you. Man, that was some heavy stuff to take in over lunch. But, don't stress over it, For. I will email you the names of the best divorce lawyers I know when I get back to the office and just take it from there." Both of us rose from the outdoor table we were sitting at, I shook his hand, and said, "Thank, Dan, truly appreciate it." We walked back to the hospital and parted ways on the street corner across from the hospital. I headed off towards the parking structure and he back to work. I emailed Eric that I would see him at the gym and headed towards my car. I drove into the gym's small parking lot and parked my Audi near the front of the building, by the looks of it, Eric and I would be having an uncrowded session. I walked in and made my way to the locker rooms. I went up to the same locker I had used on Friday and started to change into my gear. A few minutes later, I walked out of the locker room and hit the mats to stretch while I waited on Eric. Eric walked into the gym about 10 minutes later. He cut a fine figure in his work slacks and button down. As he made his way to the locker room he spotted me and waved. I nodded and pointed at my watch and snapped my fingers. He gave me a salute and trotted off to the men's locker room to change. I decided to move to the squat rack and wait for Eric there and it would be easier for him to spot me since the squat rack was near the locker room entrance. I caught Eric's reflection in the floor length mirror mounted on the wall before the squat rack as he emerged from the locker room and took my breath away. It appeared that all the boys were wearing the same get up these days, because he wore a tank top similar to the one my son had worn the day of the massage, deep cut "v" in front, spaghetti straps, racer back, and armholes that went down to the hem of the shirt. His tank top,however, was a bright orange hue in what looked to be a tri-blend fabric. Beneath this he wore a pair of black Lululemon ½ tights that complimented him extremely well. Eric spotted me at the squat rack our eyes locking onto each other courtesy of the mirror. As he made his way over I tried to surreptitiously readjust myself in my jock so that we wouldn't have any embarrassing situations. "Hey boss," Eric said as he came to a stop by the squat rack, "Sorry for running late." "Don't sweat it, kid," I said, "Was just trying to give you a hard time." He smiled widely. I raked my eyes over his body, his porcelain skin just begging to be stroked. I turned to grab some weight plates to have them at the ready before I started loading the rack. "So you ready for this," I continued. "Let's do this," he said. I explained and demonstrated the mechanics of the back squats we were going to do, and, like Friday we would be looking to establish his three-rep max. He nodded his head in understanding. I had him step up to the rack and try a few reps at the light weight. Eric positioned the bar across his upper back and dropped down into a squat position once he had cleared the stops. His form was good as he dropped down low. My eyes were riveted on his ass as he slowly came back up. "Good," I said, "Keep the movement under control." I placed my hand on his lower back, my fingers resting just above the swell of his ass. Our eyes met in the mirror, the air between us becoming electric. Eric re-racked the weighted bar, and, stepped back. "How was that weight?" I asked him. "It was good, if a little lite." he responded. I grabbed two 25lb weight plates from the rack next to us and placed them on the bar. "Alright, son, same thing, 3 reps." I said looking at Eric. A smiled played across his face when he heard me call him son. He walked up to the bar and breathed out as he got into position, lifting the bar, he took a step back and went down into a full back squat. The back of his tank top rose up a bit and rested just above his lycra covered ass. My cock was beginning to lengthen in my shorts at the sight. I encouraged Eric through his movements and we increased the weight. At 255lbs Eric looked like he was beginning to struggle. I got behind him to spot him should he run into trouble. Our eyes met in the mirror's reflection, locking onto his gaze, I leaned in and whispered in his ear, "I got you bud, just keep proper form, you can do it." Eric smiled and dropped down, I dropped with him following his movement. His ass skimming my crotch ever so lightly. My cock twitched at the sensation, and, I suppressed a groan. I placed my hands on Eric's torso, the skin-on-skin contact was visibly electric as his arms broke out in goosepimples. Eric muscled through his squats, the exertion was making his skin slick with sweat, as he rose up from his last rep, my hands slipped down his torso as he came up. As he re-racked the bar my hands rested on his iliac crests just above the waistband of his tights. His skin felt like fire beneath my hands. "That was good, kiddo," I said snapping out of the trance the contact with his skin had put me in. "Next up, deadlifts." We made our way through of series of exercises, because of Eric's background with soccer his legs could take a slightly more weight. I put him through the paces with a series of squats and deadlifts. 45 minutes later we were both exhausted. As we made it back into the locker room I suggested a relaxing steam, Eric agreed, and we proceeded to strip down, grab our towels and headed off to the steam room. The sauna, like the rest of the gym, was deserted. Having the whole space to ourselves I moved to the far wall and sat close to the corner so that I could put my feet up on the "L" the bench formed at it ran the length of the 3 walls. Eric followed and sat one tier above me, his knee came to a rest right by head, both of us faced the door, giving us a good view of anyone attempting to enter. The heat and steam of the room made my body bead with sweat, I ran my hands through my slick chest, pools of sweat forming in the valleys of my abs. I arched my back to release the trapped sweat, the stretching motion let me graze my forearm along Eric's calf. I smiled knowingly as he did not pull away. My cock twitched underneath my towel as it began to spring to life. Eric's next move caught me by surprise, he lifted his legs and swung around so that he was lying down on the bench behind me. The back of my head could now rest of his abs if I wanted it to. I pushed my head back a bit and let my hair graze his skin ever so gently. I head Eric expel a gasp. The outline of my cock was becoming increasingly visible beneath my terry cloth towel. Unfortunately, any possible fun, came to a screeching halt as the door opened and in walked an elderly gentlemen. I, nodded at the man as he came in and made his way to opposite bench. I breathed out a sigh and slowly got up from my spot and made my way out of the sauna. I walked towards my locker. Eric followed a minute or so later. He spotted me and made his way over to me. His locker it seemed was the same from our last visit as well. None of us spoke, we knew the moment had passed, but, we could still feel the charge in the air. I toweled off all traces of sweat from my body and slipped back into my suit. Standing there in just my black N2N briefs and my over-the-calf socks, an image, of me fucking Eric crossed my mind. In my mind's eye I only wore my suit jacket and my socks. My cock stirred and filled at the thought. Eric and I finished dressing at roughly the same time and headed out of the gym. I could feel my dick weighing heavily in my slacks as I made my way to my car. I told Eric I would see him tomorrow and we both headed on our respective ways. Sitting in the car, I thought about what Daniel had said and wondered if I should take it easy with Eric. The boy was incredibly attractive, but, I didn't want to cause a situation at work. Reviewing my recent actions with Eric, I realized I had already encouraged enough for an HR complaint if things ended badly. Not that I thought he would react that way, after all, he was flirting back at me, wasn't he? As I drove into my car into the driveway. I saw my wife's BMW in the driveway. I was surprised she was home so early. Walking in through the door, I was confronted by the sound of my wife speaking excitedly on her cell phone. She waved at me as I walked in and refocused on her call. Setting my briefcase down on the foyer table, I followed her into the living room. She was wrapping her call up as I walked into the living room. She was had a look of sheer joy on her face. "Oh my god!" she shouted. "I can't believe it," "What's going on honey," I said. "I was just offered the Presidency of the Franco-Ibera Foundation, and I accepted." she said excitedly. "Oh wow, congratulations, that's great" I responded and I gave her hug and a kiss on the cheek. The group was unknown to me, but, then again, I wasn't fully versed in the philanthropic world. "It is, isn't it," she said, "So exciting, I can't wait for us to move! The Foundation is headquartered in Barcelona, Spain." "Excuse me, where?" I asked "Spain, Forrester." she said nonchalantly. I was surprised at how she thought Roderick and I would disrupt our lifestyles to accommodate her. "I can't go to Spain, my job is here." I said, "And Rod is still in school." My wife waved me off with her hand, "Details," she said, "I'm sure we can get it sorted. Beside's this is a presidency, a presidency of a major international foundation. I am sure there are hospitals in Barcelona that you can administer." Her dismissive and blase attitude was beginning to anger me. "Nope." I said, "Not going." "What," she said dripping with venom. "I said, no, I am happy for you and your new position, but, I will not be moving to Spain," I stated, "This is something that you chose to undertake on your own with no prior discussion, or, even consideration for what Roderick, or, I thought. So, yay, for you, but no I, will not be going. As for Rod, well he is at an age where he can make his own decision as well. It will also be his choice to stay or go." I said with stoic finality. My wife was not in the least bit pleased. "Well if that's the way you feel about then fine." she said imperiously, he rapid acquiescence surprised me. "Oh and just so you know." she walked over to where her Hermes Birkin bag was lying on the couch, she pulled out a large manila envelope and handed it to me. "I want a divorce." She walked out of the living room, her heels clacking on the marble flooring as she crossed the hall to the staircase. From the stairway she yelled out, "Oh, and, you can start sleeping in one of the guestrooms until this gets sorted." I opened the envelope and reviewed the papers it contained. She was suing for the lion's share of my wealth and assets along with child support as she was asking for primary custody of Roderick, which I guess was to be expected, but, the paper's failed to mention the existence of our pre-nuptial agreement, so, I wasn't overly concerned. I grabbed my cell phone and sent a quick text off to Daniel. Looks like situation fixed itself, she just served me divorce. A few minutes later my cellphone dinged with a response. Ouch, sorry to hear. Sent names over email. All great, but, #1 is #1. Good luck. I made my way to my study, sitting at my computer, I remotely accessed my work email and pulled up Daniel's email and reviewed the information. I placed a call into the lawyer at the top of the list. I left a message for him and let him know that I had been referred to him by Daniel. With my evening effectively shot, although I recognized it could have been worse, I made my way to the kitchen and fixed me a sandwich. As I was putting the finishing touches on my sandwich, Roderick came bounding into the kitchen. "Hey dad!" He said cheerfully, "Mmm, can I have one of those?" I gave him my just finished sandwich, smiling at him, and started making another one. "Kiddo," I started, "I have a bit of news." Roderick stared up at me between bites of his sandwich. "Your mom and I, well, we're going to get a divorce." My son seemed unfazed by the news. "Nothing, what am I playing to an empty room here?" I said. My son looked up at me with a hard look in his eye. "What do you want me to say, dad, WooHoo!" he said. I chuckled at his response trying to relieve the tension. Reaching across the table I tousled his hair. "Look, kid, some changes are coming, your mom's heading overseas for a new job and I will stay here. I told her you're old enough to make your own choice as to whether you stay or go." He looked up at me and with a mouthful of food, he said, "Stay." I smiled at him and said, "Same here buddy." Later that evening I was lounging in just a pair of running shorts in the guest room where I would be spending the night. I was reviewing some items from work, when I felt a presence, looking up from my work I saw Roderick standing at the doorway. I smiled at him, "What's up son, it's kind of late for you to be up isn't it." "Dad, it's barely 10:30, you do know I'm not a little kid anymore," he said walking into the room. He was wearing a pair of loose basketball shorts and an UnderArmour tank top. I smiled as I thought about how well I knew that he was no longer a kid. I scooted over, opening up some space on the bed so that he could sit. He sat down on the bed next to me. "Dad, I'm sorry about you and mom," he said. His back was to me as he sat on the bed, turned my body towards him and placed my hand on his back, rubbing it back and forth in an effort to comfort him. At which point he started to cry. My heart felt heavy for him and I had him lay with me in bed, his little spoon to my big spoon, as he cried it out. My hand rubbed his arm. "It's going to be ok, kiddo. Mom and I still love you. It's just that well, honestly, son, Mom and I haven't loved each other in a long time. Your Mom and I are two different people now and she wants to pursue other things, and, well, her wants and my wants aren't meeting eye-to-eye." Roderick turned around to face me, tears still welling up in his eyes, "And what is it you want, Dad." I stared at my beautiful son, my heart swelled with pride and joy as I stared into the beautiful emeralds that were his eyes. I leaned forward and kissed him gently on tear streaked face, tasting the saltiness of his tears. I pulled back and then gave him a sweet kiss on the lips. "I just want you to be happy, son," I said. My son slowly brought up his hand and placed it on my pec, he raked his thumb across my nipple. I shivered in response. "You make me happy, Dad." His eyes were fixated on his thumb and its continued teasing of my nipple. I could feel my cock beginning to respond. This kid was either really precocious, or, he had some practice under his belt. I moved my hand to rest it on his hip bone and scrunched the silky fabric of his basketball shorts there. Roderick moved in and kissed me, he swept his tongue across my lips, my cock came to full mast in my shorts. He took my bottom lip and sucked it as he continued kissing me. I moved my hand down the curve of his hip, feeling his ass and the back of his thigh. I rolled us over and straddled my son. Resting my ass right over his 15-year-old cock. I grabbed the hem of his tank top and pulled it up and over him, exposing his beautiful torso below. I ran my hand across his pecs and down his abs, he sighed at my touch. Feeling his throbbing erection beneath me, I teased him by rubbing against it with my ass. A small moan escaped him. As I bent down to kiss my son, we sparred with our tongues, I sucked and nipped at his lips, I was afire with passion for him. I moved my hand to the top of the waistband of his shorts. He was going commando under his shorts, feeling no additional resistance, I eased my fingers past the elastic band, feeling the smooth skin, and the silky hairs that sprouted there. I moved my hand down his inner thigh and across to cup his balls. His furry balls we blazing to the touch, Roderick moaned into my mouth. The sound of a slamming door, snapped us out of our bliss. Oh shit! I panicked jumping off my son and backing away from him, like he was virus. My son, scrambled to sit up on the bed, grabbing at his tank top and struggling to put it back on. I walked out on to the hallway and down the hall. Stopping at the main landing I looked out to see where the noise had come from. The downstairs was in darkness, I walked down the steps turning the lights on as I made my way around. Nothing seemed out of order, as I made my way back to the main staircase, I saw my wife's suitcases sitting in the foyer. Walking into the foyer, I saw a note on the foyer table. She let me know that she would be staying at Fairmont Hotel in the city until she left for Barcelona. Which would be in about two weeks. Any further communications would need to be made through her attorney, whose name and number she kindly included in the note. She would be picking up the remaining luggage tomorrow. The front door was still bolted shut and I could see her BMW in the drive, so, she must have been preparing for an early start tomorrow. I chuckled as I set the note back down and I walked up the stairs. At the landing that divided the wings I yelled out, "I got your note, thanks dear." I made my way back to the bedroom I would be spending the night in. My son came out of his room as I was making my way into the guest room. "Dad," he whispered in the darkened hallway, "Is everything ok." I walked over to him, kissed him on the forehead and smoothed the hair on his head. "It will be soon, son, but, for now we might need to cool our jets a bit." He gave me a hug, raising up on his tiptoes he kissed me on the lips and then turned to go back into his room, grabbing the waistband of his shorts and flashing his ass at me just before he closed his door. I groaned as I saw his creamy white cheeks. As I walked back to the guest room, my mind was made up, I was going to have to ask this kid about his behavior. The next day, I decided to work from home and I connected with the lawyer that Daniel had suggested, we went over the particulars of the case, I emailed him a copy of the pre-nuptial paperwork which he reviewed quickly as we spoke over the phone. He said it didn't look like it would be overly complicated but based on her behavior last night he hoped it wouldn't get too contentious, but, he wouldn't hold his breath. My wife had left early and it was just me and my son. Having finished his morning crew practice, my son had gone back upstairs to sleep and recharge before he headed off to afternoon soccer practice. After my conversation with the lawyer, I moved on to any pressing hospital matters that required my attention. As lunch time rolled around, I took a break from my work, as I browsed through some music and books on Amazon, and suggestion caught my eye. The website suggested that I might like a sheer mesh tank top, interest piqued, I clicked on the item and to find out more about it. The tank top was made of a sheer mesh fabric, the picture showed a muscular model who looked amazing in the garment. I could feel my cock responding and visions of the my son in the tank top entered my head. I quickly added one to my cart and the website proceeded to let me know that I might like the matching boxer short. I quickly added one of those as well and completed my purchase. I walked to the kitchen and made a sandwich from me and Rod. I sent him a quick text to say lunch was ready and started making the sandwiches. I was finishing up the first one when I heard Roderick come into the kitchen. As he entered he grabbed the sandwich I had placed on the countertop for him and went over to sit at the table. "Dad, I was thinking," he started saying, "Maybe I should stay home and not go see Aunt Sarah this summer. You know what with the whole divorce thing." I had to admit, I was slightly conflicted about my son's statement. My heart leapt with joy that he would want to stay and try to comfort me through this time, but, at the same time, I felt sadness that he didn't want to go off and see the world. I finished up putting together my sandwich and walked over to the table. Sitting down across my son, meeting his gaze, I said, "You really want to stay?" He nodded his head in agreement. I let out a loud sigh. "Well, kiddo, it's your choice, the trip was supposed to be your birthday present, but, if you really do want to stay we can look at getting you something else. We still have some time to cancel the flights and I will let your Aunt Sarah know you won't be going." My son could detect the slight disappointment in my face, and said, "Maybe if the divorce is settled by the end of summer we can meet them for Christmas or something." I smiled at him, "I like that idea, I will let your aunt know and see what she thinks." As we finished up our sandwiches my cellphone started ringing, I got up from the table and went to grab the phone. The number on the screen was unfamiliar, but, local, so I answered thinking it was the lawyer's office. The man on the other end of the line identified as a police officer and asked if I was married to a Catherine Kent. I answered in the affirmative to both of the officer's questions. He then proceeded to apologize and told me that my wife had been in a terrible accident, she was being transported to the intensive care unit of the hospital if I wished to see her. As the officer spoke with me on my cellphone, both my house phone and work cell started going off. Roderick jumped at the racket and went to pick up the house phone. He answered the call and I could see the color drain from his face as i wrapped up with the officer. He had relayed all the necessary details I needed. As I hung up, Roderick began to cry, I grabbed the phone from his hand and I identified myself, the woman's voice on the other end identified herself as the on-duty nurse and was calling to notify me that my wife had been admitted and placed in the ICU. I told her I had just received the police notification and was on my way. I hung up, hugged Roderick and told him to grab his coat as we were leaving. What was usually a 30/45 minute commute, I made in 20 minutes. I pulled into the emergency parking area of the hospital and Roderick and I ran into the emergency room. As I walked into the chaos that was the emergency room I was greeted by several of the hospital's department heads and they rushed Roderick and I to the ICU. As I walked into my wife's room she was hooked up to various machines and IV's. I asked for the attending physician. Less than a minute later, he was in the room. The prognosis was not good. My wife was in a coma and it was unlikely she would wake up. As it was the respirator was breathing for her. If she did wake-up, the severity and scope of the accident, would likely result in her being paralyzed, the extent of which was unknown at the time. I asked how it happened, the doctor didn't have all the details from the police but from what he had been informed, a semi-truck lost control on the highway and slammed into my wife's BMW from behind slamming the car against the highway wall and pinning the car there. My wife had arrived unresponsive to the hospital and had a cardiac episode while on the operating table. They were able to get her heart started, but, she slipped into a coma shortly thereafter. Roderick and I were devastated hearing the details. He began to cry uncontrollably and all I could do was hold him in my arms. The doctor and the staff gave us a moment alone with my wife and I slowly reached out to touch her hand. The coolness of her skin shocked me. My medical school training told me there wasn't much that could be done for my wife, but, my respect for her, despite her recent behavior, told me that we should try something. But, sadly the choice was out of my hands. My son was holding his mother's hand when she suddenly flatlined. The shrill alarms of all the monitors and machines she was hooked up to went off at once. Causing a wave of frenetic energy to wash through the room. I grabbed my son like a life preserver and we watched as the wave ebbed and flowed around us. ******************************************************************************************************** It took weeks, before we got back to normal, but, slowly Rod and I started to become our old selves again. My son's summer break was drawing to a close and his 16th birthday was fast approaching. He had finally resumed making his crew and soccer practices, and, I too was starting to get a little restless, and, I was starting to turn my attention back to work. I started by tackling the mounds of mail and packages that had accumulated in the foyer. The cleaning lady had been kind enough to try and make separate stacks for the mail. As I was making my way through some of the packages I came across the tank top and boxer short set that I had bought for Roderick some weeks ago. I smiled as I held up the garments and placed them back in their packaging. I would hold off on giving him these until his birthday. I cleared through some additional packages when the door opened and my son came bounding in. He was wearing his soccer kit and was a dirty, disheveled mess. His sweaty, musty smell hit my nose and I breathed in his scent. He removed his cleats so as not to mar the marble floor. Seeing him clad in his knee high socks, I was suddenly overwhelmed with emotion and desire. We hadn't touched each other sexually since the night before my wife's accident. Desire, want, and lust all came flooding through my body. I walked over to my son and brought him into a hug and bent down and kissed him with all my pent-up emotions. My lips and tongue were all over his face, tasting the salty brine contained therein. He groaned beneath me as I moved down to his neck. My hands roamed his body, sliding smoothly across his silky clothing, my hands rested on the waistband of his soccer shorts and I proceeded to pull them down. In my hunger and lust, I dropped to my knees and devoured his erect cock. I was assaulted by his scent as I took him down to the bone, I pressed my nose against his pubis and inhaled the man-boy aroma that wafted off his skin. My son gasped out loud above me under my assault of his dick. I slowly backed-up, my tongue fluttering around his shaft, as I reached the head of his beautiful penis, I pursed my lips and sucked on it like it was the last jolly rancher on earth. The sounds of ecstasy my son was making were music to my ears. I felt his knees bend, as he started quivering, his muscles spasmed beneath my hands, his hands came down to my shoulders to hold himself up. I continued swirling my tongue around his cock, along with bobbing my head and up and down. Up. Down. Up. Down. His saliva slick cock entered and exited my mouth in squelchy wonderfulness. I could taste the pre-cum that was mixing with my saliva. I grasped his shaft and pointed it upwards and ran my tongue down his urethra, and, to his fuzzy balls. My son shouted out in rapture, as my tongue lapped at his balls, I suctioned one into my mouth and tongued it. "Oh my god, dad." I heard my son say above me. "Oh my god." "I'm gonna cum," I moved back onto his dick, not wanting to miss a single spurt of his delicious juice. I ran my tongue around the ridge of his head and then probed his meatus. "Oh, daddy, oh...daddy" My son's entire body was shaking at this point. His hands moved from my shoulders to grasp my head, I felt his fingers run through my hair and then getting a firm grip, he began to pound his cock into my mouth. "Uh...uh...uh" My son panted above me, his cock moving in and out of my mouth in a slick blur. "Oh my god...Dad...oh...oh...oh...Daddy...I'm cumming" My son exploded into my mouth, his pent-up passion quickly flooded my mouth and threatened to overflow. I started swallowing his delicious nutty load. The warm protein coated my tongue and coursed down my esophagus. Greedily I began sucking on his shaft in an effort to draw out as much as I could. My son squirmed above me as post-coital sensitivity was beginning to set in. "Ah...ah." He cried out as my tongue swiped across his head, collecting every trace of cum. Thoroughly, spent and cleaned of most of his cum I eased off his cock, and stood back up, grabbing my son into a hug, I kissed him. My cummy lips moved easily against his, he opened his mouth and ran his tongue along my lips, our tongues wrestled each other and he searched my mouth for a taste of his cum. My hand slid down his soccer jersey and down to cup his ass. I gave it a quick slap, causing my son to yelp into my mouth. Lust and want filled our eyes. I gazed down at my son, my heart filled with love, pride, lust, and desire. Rubbing my hand lightly back and forth on his asscheek, I said, "Let's go finish this in the shower." We walked up the stairs and made our way to my bathroom. Turning on all the shower heads of my steam shower we would be surrounded in curtains of water. As the water reached a comfortable temperature I removed my son's soccer jersey, he lifted his leg to start pushing his socks down, but, I stopped him." "Leave them on, son," I said. Naked I walked into the shower and led him in by the hand. My son was a vision of wanton lust as he stood in the shower in just his knee high blue socks. I devoured my sons lips, I could feel his heat despite the water that cascaded around us. I grabbed some soap and proceeded to soap up my son's body. My hands luxuriating in the feel of his skin, my hands traced over all his peaks and valley's, as if they were reading braille. My son moaned under my ministrations. I bent him in half and slowly sank to my knees, my hands squeezing and spreading his shapely ass. The dark pink pucker hidden there winked at me as it came to view. I leaned in and raked my tongue across his back entrance. My son released a loud gasp. I lapped at his ass and then making a point with my tongue, slowly invaded the muscular ring. My hand placed his hands against the wall, as he cried out, to gain additional support. I speared and thrust my tongue into his back passage, his taste was sublime, like manna from heaven. I stood back up and slid my throbbing cock against my son's ass crack. Both of us moaning. I moved him over to the shower bench and placed him on his back. I grabbed a bottle of mineral oil that I had in the shower and slicked my erection with it. Then drizzled some onto his ass. With two fingers I pushed the oil into his ass so that the oil coated both the outside and his insides. My son moaned wantonly as I drove my fingers in and out of his ass. His legs bent at the knees jerked up. His next move caught me completely by surprise. My son reached up and grabbed his ankles and proceeded to stretch his legs completely horizontal, he looked like he was doing a split in the air. The net effect was that his hole was completely exposed to my ministrations. Desire and want blazed through me as I saw this and had no choice but to withdraw my fingers and I sunk all 10-inches of my cock into his ass in one fell swoop. "Aaaahhhh." My son cried out at my assault. He threw his head back in debauched pleasure. As I held my cock in his ass, I could feel the undulating waves of his anal muscles ripple along my shaft. Oh, this kid was good! I thought. I started a sawing motion on my son driving my cock in and out. My balls, slapping on his ass, but through the sound of rushing waters. My son whimpered and moaned beneath me. My son, erect cock bouncing along to my thrusts, naked wearing only wet knee high socks, looked incredibly lewd. I grabbed his ankles from him, he arched his back and placed his hands behind his head as I continued to batter his prostate. I brought his ankles up to my shoulders, placing on on my shoulder, the other found its way into my mouth. "Oh, daddy," I heard Roderick call out. I sucked on his toes through his wet dirty socks. I kissed along his arch and smashed his sole against my face. My assault on his ass getting stronger. Rod whimpered and cried out in ecstatic pain as my cock stretched his ass and pummeled his prostate. His cries were driving me on, I succumbed to the animalistic side of me and moved down to suck and nip at my son's nipples as I thrust my cock deep into him. "Oh Rod...take it...I'm gonna cum." I called out to him and increased the pace of my hammering. Roderick cried out as pain and pleasure coursed through his body. "Daddy...oh...oh...it hurts." he whimpered under me. "I'm gonna cum, son...here it comes...here it comes." I thrust faster into my son's ass. We both cried out as I exploded into my son's velvety tunnel. My body wracked with spasms as I dumped my steaming, hot load deep into my son's bowels. My son whimpered beneath me. I kissed him on the mouth as my rock-hard cock stayed lodged in his ass. I felt his legs clasp around my hips, our fucking had completely drained my son of his remaining strength. I slid my still hard cock out of his ass and sank down to the floor of the shower. On my knees I sat back on my heels and let the water course over me. My eyes fixed on the swirling water, strands of cum floating in it and flowing down and getting caught on the drain. Completely spent, I looked over at my son and smiled. My son still in post-coital bliss struggled a little as he sat up on the shower bench. Moving over to me he gave me a loving open-mouthed kiss, "That was hot," he whispered in my ear and then ran his tongue against my ear, sending delicious shivers down my spine.