Date: Thu, 12 Jul 2012 02:36:26 -0400
From: Jesse Jesse <gmmac1987@hotmail.com>
Subject: Being Seen, Pt 6

The next two days were a blur of activity. Between my being constantly
involved with the recent flurry of activity at the railway shops in town
and Seth's preparing for his son, we hardly spent an hour together that we
weren't sleeping. That Friday dawned cold, even for late Fall, and
clear. Seth, though all smiles, was a bundle of nerves and worries. "Did I
get Ryan's favorite cereal?," "Did we remember to..." I found myself
chuckling, despite my heart-felt gladness for Seth, at his insanity. So
intent and worried with everything being perfect for his son was Seth that
he'd driven half a mile away before realizing that he'd driven away without
saying goodbye. The rather sheepish look he wore as he came shuffling back
into the house was both priceless and adorable. A long makeup kiss and an
hour's drive later brought Seth and Ryan pulling into the front yard back
at the house. Seth grinned goofily as he made his way around the truck to
help his son out. From the doorstep I saw the opposite door open and two
small feet touch the ground. Seth reached down and took his son's hand as
they began making their way around the truck. Ryan proved to be every bit
as beautiful as his father had described. Wavy blonde hair, the bluest of
blue eyes, he was beautiful. But there was something about Ryan that Seth
failed to mention, something that became painfully obvious from the moment
the tiny little boy came limping around the truck; Ryan was disabled. I
tried to smile my brightest smile as the tiny boy broke from his father and
came bounding into my legs, nearly knocking me over as he gave me a tight
squeeze. "Jesse!" Seth laughed, though I saw in his eyes that he was trying
to read my reaction. "Don't you think I should introduce you first?...Ryan
this is Jesse. Jesse this is my son Ryan." The tiny round face beamed up at
me. Though I found myself tearing up at Ryan's beautiful face, I tried to
smile the most bright and loving smile I'd ever smiled as I swung the
little boy onto my hip. "Ryan I've heard so much about you, but I don't
think your dad told me the whole truth..." I heard Seth gasp as the words
floated in the air, and saw his face darken. "He told me what a handsome
young man you were, but he didn't tell me you were this handsome! You're
beautiful!" The tiny wriggling boy squealed and giggled delightedly, but
though it was silent, his father's reaction carried much more volume. The
weight that instantly vanished from Seth's shoulders was practically
tangible at my words, and his face once again split into a brilliant smile,
but Ryan was not to be ignored. "Jesse let's play. Can we play?" Seth
smiled as he strode up and took Ryan's ever-moving form from my arms. "Why
don't we rake some leaves into a pile and jump in them? Would you like
that?" The little boy squealed again. "Yes Daddy, let's do that!"

	To say that Seth adored his son would be the greatest
understatement ever made. He practically worshiped his son. It seemed he
could not keep his hands off Ryan. Hardly a moment went by without a kiss
to the cheek or forehead, or a gentle pat or rub on the back. Though I knew
my own life wasn't exactly the model to compare father/son relationships
to, never had I seen a father more in love with his son than Seth. For
hours we played in a massive pile of raked leaves Seth formed in the yard,
Ryan squealing with delight at each jump into the pile. Though I took my
fair share of turns at jumping into the pile, I watched in amazement and
delight at the wonderful joy that the day's events with Ryan brought to
Seth. I laughed until my sides hurt at the seemingly endless show of goofy
and ugly faces Seth made to get just one more laugh from Ryan, and found
myself crying freely as I watched father and son entwine in a gentle hug as
they sat on the riverbank, talking for hours. Finally came time for supper
that evening, Seth and Ryan both covered in bits of leaves, twigs, and
goodness knows what else from the day's romp. I promised to have the pasta
ready by the time they were done washing up. (Seth had spent a great deal
of time showing me how to make Ryan's favorite pasta so I would be able to
offer him a simple welcome for myself.) Soon the house was filled with the
smells of garlic and herbs as I puttered away in the tiny
kitchen. "Something smells good!" I felt my heart fall into my stomach and
jumped so hard that I sent a stirring spoon flying into the air as Seth's
unexpected voice came from nowhere behind me. I wheeled around, intending
to scold him for startling me, but what I saw before me took all anger or
frustration from my mind. Seth stood framed in the open doorway between the
living room and kitchen, clad in nothing but a towel, his chest and hair
still dripping. I felt a lump raise in my throat as I tried to speak. "You
should get dressed. Supper's almost ready. And where's Ryan?" Seth smiled,
shaking his head. "He's already asleep." "Asleep?!" Two wet feet crossed
the stone floor to where I stood. "Yes, asleep. He was so tired and worn
out that he laid down on the bed while I was getting his stuff put in the
drawers for while he's here. Poor little thing, he was asleep before I was
finished, and I couldn't bring myself to wake him." I sighed and set the
steaming bowl of pasta aside. "Well, I guess we can heat his dinner up
later, when he wakes up." Seth smiled again. "Yes, but right now, happy as
I am to have my son here, I want to talk about you." "Me?" "Yes, you. I
know you deliberately held back today so Ryan and I could have some
space. I want you to know that I appreciate you being so
considerate. You've been so loving and understanding about all this. I
really do love you so much for that, but I still feel like you have some
questions that I need to answer, am I right?" I merely nodded. Seth took a
deep breath and began. "Well, for starters, yes, Ryan does have a
disability, a mild form of Down Syndrome. He's actually very high function,
so it's not such a big issue. He's four, in case you were wondering that
too. Even though his mother got custody of him, Ryan and I have always been
super close, much closer than most fathers and sons. He's been my world for
the last four years, really for five if you count the nine months I worked
my ass off to keep his mother from having an abortion." I gasped. I
couldn't imagine an angel like Ryan having such a terrible and cruel thing
happen to him. Seth brought me into his chest as he continued. "Ryan's
mother allows me to see him twice a year, some time in the summer and at
Christmas...Bitch, she never does anything for him during Christmas; brings
him to me and goes off to be with her family for the holiday!" My hear
broke at the thoughts of Seth and Ryan spending Christmas alone these past
four years. I tried to find words to say that would comfort Seth's horrible
memories. "Then we'll just have to do something about that this Christmas,
won't we?" Seth's brilliant smile lit the room again. "God, how I love
you!"

	Two soft lips came crashing down into mine, a tongue immediately
requesting entrance to my mouth. I parted my lips and allowed Seth's warm
tongue to explore my mouth. Though my body screamed with lust, my mind
steadily reminded me that a child was in the house. Finally I broke gasping
away. "Seth shouldn't we wait until some other time to do this?" He smiled
devilishly at me. "Ryan's always been a heavy sleeper." And that was the
last words spoken. His lips covered mine again, and two rough hands began
snaking their way under my tee shirt, massaging my nipples. Before I had
time to protest, the hem of my shirt was brought up over my chest, above my
head, and finally off my body. Those same rough hands immediately began
fumbling with the button to my jeans, finally opening the waist and
practically shoving them to my ankles. Underwear came next, and I found
myself standing totally naked on the cold stone floor of the kitchen, Seth
staring lustily at me. As I stared into Seth's eyes, I felt my body being
lifted, carried a short ways, and laid gently on the dining table, all the
while Seth not losing eye contact. He turned away momentarily, the towel
clinging loosely around his waist dropping to reveal his ass. When he
returned he held the now cooled bowl of pasta. What happened next both
totally surprised me, but practically caused me to cum all over the kitchen
on the spot. Seth reached his hand into the pasta bowl and brought out a
handful of the now lukewarm sauce and lathered it onto my abdomen. I gasped
as I felt his hands smear the sauce onto my stomach. Yet another was
massaged around and my groin, but what I felt next made me squirm and
practically cry aloud with pleasure. A warm mouth shaped itself around my
sauce-covered nipple and began lapping and sucking away the sauce. Ever so
often he would raise his head and stare into my eyes. He slurped and licked
his way from my chest to my bellybutton before stopping and giving me a
look that said he would wait for me to reciprocate. Though it was my hand
this time, I gasped again as I reached into the bowl sitting beside me and
began rubbing the savory sauce onto Seth's muscled frame. I felt his wispy
chest hair mingle with the ingredients of the sauce, felt his nipples
growing firm at my touch. Realizing I'd reached as far as possible while
laying, Seth brought me to a sitting position facing him and began
attacking the sauce that was sticking to my body, all while I massaged more
of the tangy goodness onto his own body, working my way toward his
throbbing cock. Eventually he stopped licking and slurping and took a swipe
of the sauce that clung to his groin onto his finger and brought it to my
mouth. I opened readily and practically swallowed his finger, all while he
groaned and sighed. Eventually it was my turn to do the same. Seth's tongue
was amazing around my finger, licking, slurping, and swirling. After
slurping my finger clean he lowered himself until his mouth was level with
my groin, where he practically swallowed my own dick whole. I bucked and
listed as he sucked and slurped my cock, the smell of the past sauce now
mixed with precum and sweat. Finally he brought his lips to mine again, and
this time when he lay my body gently back onto the table we both knew we
were ready. He took a clean cloth lying on the sink counter and wiped his
throbbing cock clean of the sauce, only to put olive oil in its
place. Finally his cock being well lubed, he began his entry. Nights of
passionate fucking in the summer heat and autumn chill had finally taught
me to relax as Seth pushed in, and the pleasure that followed was almost
immediate. He began a slow and steady rhythm in and out of my willing ass,
his moans building with each thrust of his hips. He allowed his hands to
reach between my legs that rested on his shoulders, and swirled his fingers
through the hair that surrounded my own cock. He found one last bit of the
sauce he'd so pleasured me with and brought it back to his mouth, all the
while keeping his gaze locked with mine. This was enough for me that I gave
a muffled cry and shot cum everywhere. And strand shot its way across
Seth's cheek and neck, and I watched as he licked the few drops he could
reach with his tongue away, yet he continued on, in and out, in and out. I
moaned and writhed in pleasure as his swelled cock plunged over and over
into my body. Finally our eyes met for a lusty glance, and in that moment
of pleasure Seth gave a grunt and his cock seemed to practically burst with
cum. Though we'd fucked many times before, never in my life had I felt Seth
fill me so full. Finally he pulled a limp dick, covered with cum, out of my
ass and made his way toward where I lay. I felt two strong arms lift me
from the table and carry me into the living room, and felt our bodies
lowered as Seth sat with me in his arms and eventually lowered us both
until we lay with his body cradling mine. He licked and kiss my neck, and
though I couldn't see his face, I knew he was smiling. "Jesse?" "Yes." "I
think we cook up a wonderful meal together, don't you!?!"