Date: Sun, 22 Dec 2002 06:06:15 -0800 (PST)
From: No Label <zero78245d@sbcglobal.net>
Subject: Donny - Chapter 20
Here it is, the same old drill. This story contains descriptions of
homsexual acts, some between different generations (Donny hopes) and may be
illegal where you live. Download and possess at your own risk.
This story is completely fictional. However, if there are any sweet, young
volunteers out there who want to play Donny to my Tom and turn this story
into non-fiction, please feel free to speak up.
I own this story. It's mine, you can't have it. Oh, all right. You can
play with it (or me). As long as you put it back where you found it. Yes,
mother.
Please note the new email address, zero78245d@sbcglobal.net. I have finally
moved into the 21st century.
I know it sounds like very boring, thanking my editor on each chapter, but
without him, this story would definitely not have the accuracy and quality
it does. So thank you again, Alienist.
Donny - 20
The sun sure is bright this morning. Shit, I forgot to close the
curtains last night. Guess I got a little distracted, hehe.
Deke lay there next to me, his back to me. We had fallen asleep
touching, but had moved away from each other in our slumber. Guess neither
one of us was used to sleeping with someone else.
Mmmm. That sure was fun last night. It felt so good with Deke holding
my dick all the time. And holding his was pretty neat too. I could really
get to like this. But Tom said we should have sex only with people we
love. Do I love Deke? I sure don't feel about him like I do about Tom.
Mmmm, Tom. Dad. Damn that sounds good!
Shit, gotta piss like race horse. Maybe I can get up without waking
Deke. There, made it. Shit, Deke could sleep through an earthquake.
Aaaahhhhh, the pause that refreshes. Nothing feels better than that
morning piss. Except maybe, somebody else's hand on your dick, hehe.
Ah, sounds like Dad is up. I hear him in the kitchen. I can smell the
coffee already. I'll sneak up on him and surprise him. There he is in
front of the stove. Quietly, now. Wrap my arms around his waist and give
him a great big hug. "Good morning, Dad. I love you."
Dad turned quickly in my arms and wrapped me up too. He kissed the top
of my head. "I love you too, son."
I could feel his dick start to harden a little under his apron. Why
wouldn't it, with little old naked me so close. Mmmm, this is nice. My
own hard cock was rubbing the inside of his legs. Involuntarily my hips
started a little humping. Mmmm, good.
Dad swatted my butt and laughed. "My, what a horn dog this morning."
"Typical teenage boy."
Fuck! Doctor Bob! What's he doing here? I didn't see him sitting at
the table when I came in. Course, I was concentrating on sneaking up on
Dad.
"Uh."
He sat there grinning at me. "Good morning, Donny."
"Ah, hi Doctor Bob. What are you doing here?" Shit, and I'm naked as
a jaybird too. With a hard on. Fuck, gotta get out of here.
"Back in a sec." Shit, where did I leave my shorts last night? Ah,
there they are. Crap, they're full of dried cum. Clean ones here. Wait a
minute. What is Doctor Bob doing here? Obviously he spent the night, he
was wearing Dad's robe. Dad's robe! Did Dad and Doctor Bob?
No, he didn't. Not Dad. He loves me, then goes and has sex with
Doctor Bob? No, he couldn't have. No way. He said he only has sex with
people he loves. And he loves me. But he hasn't had sex with me. Does he
love Doctor Bob more? Fuck. Dad just said he loves me. But...
I gotta think about this. Dad says he loves me. He says he has sex
with people he loves. He hasn't had sex with me. He has had sex with
Doctor Bob. Fuck. He doesn't love me, he loves Doctor Bob.
Get out of this house. Gotta think. Can't go through the kitchen.
The window. Go to the pool house. They won't find me there.
Shit. Now I am starting to cry. Why? Because I'm nothing but a big
baby, that's why. Fuck! Dad, I hate you! Why does this always happen to
me? Shit, I'm worthless, that's why. Might as well kill myself. Nobody
will miss me, that's for sure. That's it. A pool full of water. Swim
until I'm too tired then let the water in. Nobody loves me.
Tom's POV
Wonder what's keeping Donny? He should be back by now. Damn, that
felt good. Almost brought tears to my eyes when he said good morning dad.
"I'm glad you and Donny have gotten so close. He really needs someone
like that right now."
"Yeah, me too. And when he calls me dad I feel just like bursting."
"Yeah. I hope I didn't embarass him. I don't think he was expecting
me to be here this morning."
"I should have said something last night before the boys went to their
room. Hope his being naked didn't embarass you, but we don't worry about
clothes too much in this house."
"Nah. I'm that way at home too. And he is very easy on the eyes."
"Yup. If he was a few years older..."
"I know what you mean."
"Wonder where he went? Maybe he is just getting Deke up for
breakfast."
Just then Deke appeared in the doorway still looking half asleep.
"Morning. all"
"Hey, Deke. Donny get you up?"
"No. Haven't seen him this morning."
"Huh?" I charged back to Donny's room, listening for the shower
running and hearing nothing.
"Donny? Where you at, man? Deke's up and breakfast is almost ready."
Nothing. What the fuck? Hey, the window's open. What the hell?
Shit. Bob. I know it suprised him to see Bob this morning. Was it
too quick?
Where would he go? The pool. I went back out to the kitchen.
"Bob, can you watch the stove. When stuff is ready, you and Deke can
go ahead."
Bob stood up, looking at me closely. A worried frown creased his
forehead. "Sure. Go."
I walked into the changing room and saw a pair of very ripped up shorts
on the floor near the door to the pool. Dreading what I might find, I
slowly opened the door and stuck my head through. Whew, there he is,
swimming laps. Damn, he must be really pushing it because he looks tired.
I'll let him go though, let him work out whatever frustration he is
feeling. Ah, he's stopped. Wait, he's in the middle of the pool. Face
Down. Shit.
In less than three steps I was at the edge and dove. As I came up
under Donny I saw his eyes were closed and mouth open. Fuck. I flipped
him over and pulled him up onto my hip and started for the ladder with a
side stroke. I then grabbed him around the waist with his head down and
carried him up the ladder.
He isn't breathing! Oh God! CPR. Blow. Come on, Donny. Breathe.
Cough. Water gushed from his mouth. His eyes fluttered open.
"Dad." More water on his face, this time not from the pool.
"Son." I picked him up and held him in my arms.
"Why, Dad? Why don't you love me? I love you."
"Oh, Donny. I do love you. More than anything in this world. What
makes you think that I don't love you?"
"But...but you said you have sex with people you love. You haven't had
sex with me. You did have sex with Doctor Bob."
"What? You think...shit. Donny, I do not have to have sex with
someone to love them. Especially you. I love you so much."
"But, Doctor Bob?"
"Donny, my son, my love, now my life. You are my whole life right
now."
"But..."
"No buts, Donny. And no, I have not had sex with Bob."
"But...but he was wearing your robe this morning."
"Oh, Donny. How do I say this. Yes, Bob spent the night. And we
tried. But I just couldn't do it. Maybe sometime, but right now I can't."
"Huh? Because of me? That's it. See, I'm no good. You should have
let me die."
"Donny, no. Never, ever, say that again. I would die if anything
happened to you. I don't know how to explain what happened between Bob and
I. But I couldn't have sex with him."
"Why not? Do you love him?"
"I don't know."
"Was it me? Please tell me, was it me?"
I jumped up, dropping Donny on the concrete with a thud. Fuck!
"Yes, it was you. Are you happy now?"
"Wha...Dad?"
"Fuck me. I'm so sorry, Donny. So sorry." I grabbed him again and
held him close. I don't know who was crying more, him or me.
"Let me go. Let me go. I want to go."
"No, Donny, no. Don't you understand? No, you don't understand. I
don't understand myself. Donny, I love you more than anything on this
earth. I can't let you go. Do you really want to know why I couldn't fuck
the shit out of Bob last night? Do you?"
"Yes. Please tell me. Then I'll leave."
"No, no, no. No, you can't leave me. I love you so much."
"But..."
"No, you are not leaving."
I took a deep breath. How can I tell Donny the reason why I couldn't
do anything with Bob. That every time I started to get intimate with Bob,
my mind transformed him into Donny. How can I tell Donny, my son, that the
one and only person I want to have sex with is him? That he has consumed
every sexual thought and fantasy I've had since he came into my life? I
can't tell him that. He needs more than that from me. He needs a father,
not some sex-crazed pervert.
Donny's POV
Fuck, what do I do now? Dad is crying just as hard as I am. I have
made him really mad. Man, am I one big fuck up or not? I have hurt Dad,
big time. And lordy, it hurts me too. So much. What can I do to make him
feel better?
I wrap my arms around him tighter. I kiss his chest. "I love you,
Dad, so much." I kiss him again. And I squeeze, as hard as I can. I can
feel his heart beating. Good, he is squeezing me tighter too. And I feel
him kissing the top of my head again. I wish I could squeeze him right
into me, so that we are together like this forever.
Suddenly, Dad picks me up and carries me to the house. We march
straight through the kitchen, drawing open mouths and curious eyes from
Deke and Doctor Bob, and into my bedroom. Dad gently lays me down on my
bed, then stretches out next to me. We lay there silent for a few moments.
"Donny."
"Yeah, Dad?"
"Do you understand now that I love you, and that the worst thing that
can happen to me would be for something to happen to you?"
"Yeah, Dad."
"Good." Dad leans over me and softly kisses my lips. I wrap my arms
around his neck as the kiss continues. I tentatively flick my tongue along
his lips, but he does not open to receive it. Still my dick quickly comes
to attention, pointing up to our connected lips. And I feel his manhood
stiffening. Is this it? Will Dad finally give me what I want?
Dad slides his hands up my arms and slowly pulls them loose. He slowly
pulls back from the kiss.
"Donny, right now you are my son. Tomorrow...well, tomorrow is the
future."
"Okay, Dad. And Dad?"
"Yes, son?"
"Right now you are my dad, even if you are an old man."
"What?"
"But a sexy old man."
"Grrrrr."
Dad grabbed me and started tickling. It didn't take long before I knew
I was going to pee all over both of us.
Suddenly he stopped. "You getting hungry?"
"Starved."
"Come on. I hear a bunch of eggs calling our names."
"Gee. Sounds like pancakes to me."
"Too hungry to wait for pancakes. Eggs will have to do."
"Okay, eggs it is. Ah, Dad?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
Dad Got up and pulled me up off the bed. "I love you too, son. Now
put some shorts on and come on. I'm hungry."
"Yes, Dad."
Dad walked out to the kitchen. I grabbed another pair of shorts from
the drawer, good thing we got a bunch. When I got out to the kitchen I
noticed that Doctor Bob and Deke were both dressed and sitting at the empty
table.
"Hi Doctor Bob. Deke. Did you sleep well?"
Deke looked at me like I had turned into a monster or something.
Doctor Bob was frowning, but then broke into a big smile.
"Good morning Donny. Yes, I slept very well. And you?"
"Great. Thanks for asking. Breakfast almost ready Dad?"
"Coming right up, son. Most lickity split."
Deke started to open his mouth, but Doctor Bob grabbed his arm and
shook his head.
"Ah, Deke. Have you seen the collection of CDs in the living room.
Come on and I'll give you a quick tour."
They both walked out and I could hear them talking. Deke just kept
asking why, then Doctor Bob would talk.
Dad slid a huge plate of scrambled eggs and a half dozen slices of
bacon in front of me. Then he brought another plate, equally large for him
and sat down. We started eating like it was our first meal in days.
Doctor Bob and Deke came back into the room.
"So what is on the agenda for today?"
Dad stopped eating long enough to ask for ideas. We tossed several
ideas around but none were acceptable to everyone until Deke offered his
first suggestion.
"How about we go play some miniature golf? Try out that new course
that just opened."
Everybody liked that idea, so when Dad and I finished eating, and we
got dressed ourselves, that's exactly what we did. And we played
cutthroat, no teams. Damn it was fun! The adults lining up their shots
and calling for quiet when one of them was hitting the ball, then making
like kids when Deke or I was up. And Deke and I both just wailing away the
ball, sorta aiming for the cup. Ended up, Deke and Dad tied, Doctor Bob
one shot behind, and I brought up the rear down four. But we took so long
playing that it was lunch time before we finished, so we hit Mickey D's
before heading home.
Not one word was said about the strange beginning to our day the whole
time, like it hadn't even happened. We were just four guys, two kids and
two semi kids, out having fun. And Doctor Bob's sense of humor is even
lamer than Dad's. So we laughed until our sides hurt.
Even the sight of Buddy's sheriff car in front of the house when we
pulled up didn't dampen the festive mood.
TBC...