Date: Fri, 17 Aug 2018 10:30:00 -0400 (EDT)
From: HENRY BROOKS <hankbrookscc@comcast.net>
Subject: Jilted ... short story

				  Jilted


Ian sat nervously in the waiting room of the judge's chambers. He and Frank
were about to tie the knot after nine wonderful years together. They
intended for the wedding to be small and intimate. Seated with him were the
only guests; his best friend, Mac, and Frank's best friend, Paul, who were
to be their best men and witnesses. Frank and his father had not yet
arrived, and Ian was getting worried. They should have been there a half
hour ago.

Finally, Ian tried to reach Frank on his cell phone, but the phone was
turned off. He also tried to reach Frank's father, Daniel, but his phone
was turned off also. Ian began to fear the worst. After two hours, he and
his friends left the courthouse. He decided to go home, expecting to find a
message from the police, or at least, a message from Frank with some
explanation.

Just as he entered the apartment, he got a text message. He fumbled for his
phone and read: Sorry Ian. I luv U but I can't go thru with the
wedding. I've moved all my stuff to my father's house. That ended the
message without any further explanation.

Ian was distraught. If Frank didn't want to get married, that was fine, but
why was he leaving him? He tried to reach Daniel on his land phone, but he
got a recorded message: I've gone on a cruise and will return a week from
Saturday, the eleventh. Please leave a message after the beep.

Ian was certain that Daniel would not have gone away until after the
wedding.  Now he feared something ominous had happened. He drove over to
Daniel's house, but there was nobody home. The next morning he called
Frank's office and was informed that Frank was on his honeymoon. This bit
of information confirmed

that he wasn't at work either. He wondered if Daniel and Frank were on the
same cruise. He would have to wait until a week from tomorrow to confront
Frank.


                                                         ******


Ian and Frank met in college in their freshman year. They were both
majoring in business administration, and they had a couple of classes
together. There was instant chemistry between them, and from their first
encounter, they did not have sex; they made love. By their sophomore year,
they were sharing an apartment, and they did so until the day of their
wedding.

Frank's single father, Daniel, had always been an important factor in their
lives. Unlike the stereotypical father of a gay son, Daniel could not be
more supportive of their union. He even helped them financially when they
were first starting out. Occasionally, he joined them for a boy's night
out, which was apt to be in a gay bar. When they were there, Daniel was
often cruised. He was even better looking than Frank, and he was only
nineteen years older.

Frank's mother, Marci, seduced Daniel one night after a date. She assured
him that she was wearing a diaphragm. It was not their first encounter, so
Daniel had no reason to doubt her. Whether that was true or not, she got
pregnant and they had a shotgun wedding.

One day, shortly after Frank's second birthday, his mother strapped him
into his car seat in the back of her car. They were on their way to
daycare, and from there Marci would proceed to her clerical job in a local
Ford dealership.  During the accident investigation, there was disagreement
as to who jumped the light. Wherever the truth lay, the fact of the matter
was that a florist delivery truck broadsided her. She did not survive, but
miraculously the toddler did.

The death of Frank's mother radically changed the dynamics between father
and son. Daniel doted on Frank. In his leisure time he took Frank
everywhere; ball games, vacations, hikes, and in later years, theaters and
museums. He was not shy with his son. When Frank was very young, he
showered with his father, as is often the case with very young
boys. Atypically, they continued to shower together into Frank's teenage
years. If one of them accidentally got a boner, they laughed at each other.

The only thing Frank ever withheld from his father was that he was gay and
that he had been sexually active from just past his fifteenth
birthday. That was the major reason that he never wanted to stop showering
with his dad. Daniel was very well endowed. He was circumcised, quite
hefty, four inches flaccid, and seven inches erect. When Frank reached
maturity, he had the same measurements.  If Daniel got an erection in the
shower, it gave Frank an opportunity to `accidently' rub against it. When
he met Ian, he came out to his father, who was fine with it.

From the time that he and Ian started to make love, Frank believed that he
couldn't love anyone more. His fascination with his father's cock was put
on a back burner.

But when he came home on school breaks, and Ian went to visit his folks,
Daniel thought nothing about parading around naked in front of his
son. Frank never discouraged it. His father's nude body turned him on, no
matter how hard he tried to turn it off.


                                                     ******


Immediately after reading Frank's text message, Ian became a useless
vegetable.  He dragged himself to work, but he was far from productive. He
made his first call to Frank's cell phone at noon on the Saturday he
expected them to return from the cruise. A recorded message informed him
that service had been temporarily discontinued. He tried to reach Daniel's
landline all weekend, but each time he was asked to leave a message. He
left messages at first, and then he gave up. Ian's desperation mounted by
the minute.

Early Monday morning he called in sick, and he ran to where Frank
worked. He ignored the receptionist and barged into Frank's private
office. At first, Frank's face registered shock and surprise. Then a look
of great distress enveloped him and he began to cry.

"Why? Why? Why," Ian screamed at him. "Did I do something to hurt you?"

"No, of course not," Frank whined. "It's way too hard for me to
explain. Meet me at `Misty's Bar' after work, and I'll do my best to make
you see that I had to do what I did."

"Why can't we meet at home?" Ian asked.

Frank turned his face from Ian.  It was difficult for him to look his
partner in his eyes.  "That would be too hard for me," he said.  "It's best
I never go back there again."

"Okay then. I don't understand any of this, but I'll meet you at `Misty's'
at 5:30," Ian conceded.

When they met that evening, Ian started to embrace Frank, but Frank pulled
away. Ian wanted to scream, but he managed to keep his cool in a public
place.

"Talk," he begged.

"In a minute," Frank said. "I need a drink first."

He ordered a shot of scotch, straight up, and Ian declined any kind of
drink.  In order to bolster his courage, Frank downed the drink in one
gulp. He started to cough so hard that Ian had to slap his back. Finally,
he calmed down and took Ian's hand. It was a subconscious act, and as soon
as he realized what he was doing, he pulled away.

"If you don't start talking," Ian screamed, "I swear I'll kill you."

"There's an available table over there in that corner," Frank pointed
out. "Let's grab it. It'll be quiet there and we can talk."

"Not we, you," Ian said spitefully. "You'll do the talking."

Frank nodded his head, looking very frightened. They sat at the table and
got comfortable. Frank was ready to explain at last.

"Remember on April first, you called and said that you had to work late,
and I shouldn't hold dinner for you. I told you that I wasn't going to fall
for your April fool's day joke, but you swore it was true. April first just
happens to be my dad's birthday, so I called him and asked him out to
dinner. He said that he preferred to make dinner at home, and I should come
over, so that after dinner we could have a nice chat, like in the good old
days when we lived together.

"I know my dad well. I could tell that he was itching to tell me something,
but he waited until after dinner. When we had cleared up all the dishes,
and pots and pans, I told him that I could tell that he had something on
his mind. He said that for sure he did."


                                                      ******


Things happened so quickly before Daniel married Marci that he really
didn't have much time to think about anything. Frank was born in Marci's
seventh month. She claimed he was a preemie, but Frank weighed an even
eight pounds and was 14 inches long. Those were nice stats for a full term
baby, not a preemie.  For the first time, Daniel had a suspicion that Frank
might not be his, and he might have been hoodwinked into a loveless
marriage. He completely dismissed the idea when he first saw baby
Francis. He fell head over heels in love with his little boy.

Daniel became aware early on that Marci was cheating on him with several
lovers. So when she was killed, he wasn't all that broken up, but the
suspicion that Frank might not be his son insinuated itself back into his
brain. He knew that he and Frank had different blood types, but Frank's was
the same as Marci's so that didn't prove anything.

When he started hanging out with Frank and Ian, and they went to gay bars,
he never suspected that he was forever being cruised. He missed all the
signs, which went right over his head. One evening a good-looking guy
engaged him in conversation and slipped something into his pocket. Alone at
home that night, he checked it out. It was the man's business card on which
he had written a private telephone number. On the backside a note read,
"Call me anytime, handsome." Daniel smiled and considered tossing the card
into the circular file, but for some reason, he put the card in his wallet.

Trying to fall asleep that night was a struggle for Daniel. He thought back
to the gay bar, and all the handsome young kids smooching all over the
place. He got very hard, and he was more than shocked. The hair on his arms
stood up, and it frightened him.

Ian and Frank had often described their active sex life to Daniel. There
was never any shyness between them. He thought about it now and started to
stroke his very hard cock.

As his nirvana approached, he fantasized that he was making love with the
handsome stranger whose card was in his wallet. After his libido was
satisfied, he fell asleep, and his erotic thoughts were gone for a
while. The next morning, however, as he was dressing for work, he vowed to
call Robert Baldwin.  He was becoming curiouser and curiouser about his
homoerotic feelings, and he had an epiphany. He realized that he was a
lonely man, who was living vicariously through his son and Ian, so he vowed
to pursue a sex life of his own.

When he got to his office that morning, he called Robert. Robert was
delighted to hear from him.

"I didn't think you'd call," he said, "and please call me Bob."

"Sure Bob, and please call me Dan."

They made a date to get together for cocktails that Friday evening at the
same bar where they had met. They were able to get two seats together at
the bar.  As they sipped their drinks they got to know each
other. Suddenly, Dan felt Bob's hand on his thigh. It actually titillated
him and it felt rather sexy, but he wasn't ready to reciprocate.

After they had their third drinks, they both had a buzz on, and Bob's hand
started to creep up Dan's thigh. Dan didn't mind at all. He found it
surprisingly arousing.

Just as he decided that he was going to reciprocate, at last, Bob said, "I
live right around the corner. Come home with me, and I'll make us dinner."

Dan smiled at Bob. "Sure," he said, and Bob's smile went from ear to ear.

When they entered Bob's apartment, Bob grabbed Dan and started to kiss
him. Dan was unprepared for this, but he joined in. It was rather
pleasant. He pictured Frank and Ian kissing each other, as they often did
in his presence, and his erection got harder.

"Let's skip dinner, and fuck," Bob said.

"I'm all for that," Dan said, "but I have a confession to make. This is my
first time with a man."

Instead of being upset, Bob said, "That's wonderful. Allow me to bring you
to Paradise, but before I do, I have to ask you if we'll see each other
again."

"I kinda think so. Why do you ask?"

"If you promise me that we'll get together again, I'd like to teach you how
to make love to a man, in short, erotic stages."

"What does that mean?" Dan asked.  Bob had piqued his interest.

Bob smiled and answered, "We'll do everything I know, but we'll do one
thing a night. You'll get more and more eager for the next lesson, and that
will assure me that I'll be seeing you again. It's kind of like
Scheherazade and The Thousand and One Nights."

"Well, teacher," Dan said, "let the lessons begin. What's on tonight's
agenda?"

"An erotic shower, followed by us giving each other blow jobs."

For a moment, Dan thought, "Never," and he lost his erection, but then he
thought of Frank and Ian doing it, and his erection appeared again.

Dan had never showered with Marci, and although he showered often with
Frank, those showers were relatively chaste. When he felt Bob soaping him
all over and playing with his cock, balls, and ass, he almost fainted with
bliss. He had never been so turned on in his life. From outer space, he
heard someone say, "Let me do that to you." Then he realized that he was
the one who was making the request.

When the two of them were worked up into a sexual frenzy, they left the
shower, dried off, and tumbled into bed.

Bob started by giving Dan a trip around the world. He didn't miss a spot on
Dan's body including his asshole. Dan was moaning, groaning and squirming.

"I'm going down on you, now," Bob finally said, "so pay attention to my
technique."

Unfortunately, Dan came after four or five strokes of Bob's tongue along
his shaft. Bob swallowed the entire copious load.

"I'm so sorry," Dan said. "I couldn't hold back."

"Well, since I couldn't really demonstrate, I'll walk you through. You can
start by giving me a trip like I gave you, and then I'll teach you how to
suck cock."

As teachers go, Bob was the best, and Dan learned quickly. The teacher
didn't last much longer than the student. Dan didn't think he could do it,
but he swallowed everything. Afterward, they chilled out by lying side by
side and holding hands.

"So," Bob asked, "How did you like your first time with a man?"

Dan answered him with another question "Are you being funny?" he
asked. "You know that it was the best sexual experience of my life. I kept
telling you so."

"I'm glad to hear that again, now that it's over," Bob said. "How about I
make us a snack? Tomorrow is Saturday. It would be nice if you slept over."

"Under one condition, will you teach me lesson two tomorrow morning?"

"It'll be my pleasure."

The two men saw a lot of each other after that. Dan became a voracious
lover, and Bob sensed that he was near to asking him for a commitment.

"Look," Bob said to Dan one evening, "a guy always falls in love with the
man who takes his cherry. If you are looking for a steady boyfriend, I'm
not your man. I urge you to go out there and explore your sexuality with a
variety of guys, and then we'll see what the future brings."

"Can I still see you from time to time?" Dan asked.

"Of course, I'd like that."

Bob had opened Dan's floodgates, and a crisis of epic proportions was about
to begin.

The more gay sex Dan had, the more he yearned to make love to his son. No
matter who he slept with, he fantasized that he was making love with
Frank. The old forbidden suspicion that Frank was not his natural son rose
to the surface.

Recently, when Ian was away on a business trip, Frank slept over in the
guest room, his old room. Daniel had not changed the linen yet and he found
some stray hairs on the pillow. He carefully put them in an envelope and
then he plucked a couple of his own hairs and placed them in a separate
envelope. He sent them out for DNA testing.

When he found out that Frank was not related to him in any way, he was
crushed.  But when he realized that he could make love with Frank, without
any sin being committed, he became elated. He vowed to tell Frank that he
was sleeping with men and exactly how he felt about him.

That year, Daniel's birthday fell on a Wednesday. He and his boys planned
to celebrate the following Saturday night at a well-known gay bar and
grill. The boys were getting married on Friday morning, and the dinner was
to be a double celebration. When Frank called to ask him out that night
because Ian was working late, Daniel was pleasantly surprised. He also knew
that this would be his opportunity to come out to Frank.

They enjoyed their dinner, and after cleaning up, they sat on the sofa, and
Daniel said, "I have so many things to tell you, Frank. Please don't speak
until I'm finished."

Frank nodded.

"Your mother cheated on me constantly," Daniel began. "We never loved each
other. I began to suspect that you were not my natural son, so I ordered
DNA testing, and found that we were not related in any way."

Frank gave out a scream which he tried to muffle.

"You'll always be my son, Frank, in every way, so please relax. I have so
much more to tell you."

Frank could not imagine what his dad could tell him to beat this bit of
news, but he waited for his father to continue.

Daniel looked straight into Frank's eyes, and said, "Frank, I have
discovered that I'm gay. I've been having a very active sex life with men
for the past couple of months."

Frank tried to open his mouth to speak, so Daniel said, "Wait, and there's
more. I have had a lifelong fantasy. At first, I squelched it, but when I
found out that you were not my natural son, the fantasy became so strong
that I determined to share it with you. I want to make love with you so
badly that denying me that pleasure is sheer agony."


This time, Frank's speechlessness was short-lived. He jumped up, and cried
out, "That's my fantasy too. Your body has always turned me on. That's why
I loved showering with you far beyond the appropriate time to quit."


He grabbed his father in a bear hug, and they began a kissing
marathon. Little by little they shed articles of clothing and edged their
way to Daniel's bedroom. By the time they got there, they were naked. They
didn't have to check each other out. They knew what their cocks looked
like, hard and soft.


They fell on Daniel's bed in a sixty-nine position and began to play. They
both came so fast that it was sinful, and they both swallowed the other's
essence."


"That was too fast," Frank said.


"Of course it was," Daniel agreed. "Listen to me. Please don't marry Ian.
Move back home with me.  I'll be your lover. I know for a certainty that I
love you more than he loves you. I'll make you the happiest son in the
world."


"Wow, that's heavy," Frank said. "I'll have to give it plenty of thought."

After thinking about it for a second or so, he picked up the bedroom phone
and left a message for Ian, who was still at work: "My dad got very Ill
during dinner. I'm staying with him for a day or two. We'll meet you at the
courthouse. Ciao. I love you."

"I have one final confession to make," Daniel said. "I booked us on a
cruise leaving Saturday morning. I wanted to separate you from Ian so you
wouldn't change your mind."


                                                        ******


"There, you have the whole story," Frank told Ian.

"Are you telling me that you chose your father over me?" Ian asked,
apparently needing a clarification.

"Not exactly. Dad and I were hoping that the three of us could live
together and be a threesome."

Ian laughed sardonically. "Sorry, Frank, that's not my style."

He stood up to leave. "You go live with your daddy and make love with him.
I'm going to make a new life for myself with someone who will love me more
than he loves his old man. I wish you a good life."

He turned and left the restaurant. He was drained of all the fear and
anxiety he had suffered the past week. As much as his heart was broken, he
walked out of the bar very much relieved, knowing why he was jilted, and
assuring himself that better days were ahead.