Date: Sat, 20 Sep 2003 13:52:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: No Label <zero78245d@sbcglobal.net>
Subject: Donny - Chapter 33

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Donny - Chapter 33


    Something changed that night.  Nothing you could really put a finger on
and say 'that's different' or anything like that.  But our togetherness
just felt so much deeper.  My heart felt as light as air, and often I just
felt like singing.  I guess that we both knew that we had found our other
half, just like some of those stories on Nifty.  And our kisses just seemed
to have more meaning.  But I was also kinda glad that Dad didn't want to
have sex with me right away.  I mean, I know I wanted it, but I kinda
didn't too.  Hard to explain.  Anyway, it made me feel a little better
knowing that I didn't have to do that yet.

    My next visit to Dr. Anderson was verrry interesting (yes, I was still
going to therapy every week).  I told him what happened, and what my dad
had decided.  He asked me if I was happy with Dad's decision that we could
love each other and not have sex.  I told him yes and no.  He asked why,
but I couldn't really put it into words.  Then I asked how I could mess
around with Chet and his brothers, but be scared of doing the same with my
dad.  He said that I didn't look at the two things the same way.  Playing
with Chet and his brothers was just that, play.  That it was good that I
was learning about my body with my friends.  But with Dad it was totally
different.  That I loved him with my heart and mind and not just my body.

    I asked him if sex would ever be all right with Dad and his answer came
as a real shocker because he said the same thing as Dad, when the time was
right.  Sure gave me a lot to think about.

    Construction on the additions to our house, and building the Bowens'
place seemed to pick up speed over the next couple weeks.  Plus Dad and I
were making our plans for the Christmas trip to Hawaii.  I was really torn
about the trip because I wanted to share the trip with my best friend.  I
knew that Chet and I would have so much fun swimming and surfing and such.
But I also wanted to be alone with Dad, just the two of us.

    But the matter was taken out of my hands when Chet got invited to a big
invitational swim meet right in the middle of our planned week.  He had
been feeling a little down about my leaving, but the meet was very
exclusive and it was a real honor that he got asked.  It meant he was
getting national attention for for his swimming abilities.  I was so happy
for him.

    So the first day of Christmas break found Dad and I winging our way
across the ocean for sun and fun.  It was my first airplane trip (that I
could remember) so I was both excited and scared.  I held onto Dad's hand a
lot on that flight.  It probably looked strange to other people but I
didn't care, it made me feel better.

    We stayed in the Waikiki Hilton right on Waikiki Beach.  Our third
floor room was on the beach side too, so we wouldn't have far to go to play
in the water.  We did all the tourist things too.  Trips to Diamond Head,
the National Cemetary, Pearl Harbor and the Arizona Memorial, the
Polynesian Cultural Center on the other side of the island, and several of
the more famous beaches.  We also went out on an outrigger canoe, twice to
luaus because the food and dancing were so great, and lots of shopping.  It
was loads of fun and the week went by in a in a flash.

    Oh, I suppose you want to know if anything else happened (wink, wink).
Well, I'm not gonna tell ya, haha.  Okay, maybe a little (grin).

    The room we had held two double beds (plus other furniture, but that's
not really important, is it?) and so Dad and I did not share.  Of course,
being the horny fifteen year old that I am, and seeing all those hot bods
on the beach every day, made me do some things you normally wouldn't do in
front of your dad.  Every morning, hehe.  I thought he was still sleeping
while I relieving my tension, but learned otherwise the morning after the
first luau.

    I was probably making a little more noise than usual thinking about
those hot, tight dancing boys from the night before when suddenly Dad spoke
from his bed.

    "Mind if I join you?"

    Oh shit!  Almost enough to cause my dick to forget what was happening.
"Ah.  Er.  Uh, okay."

    "Thanks, son."

    But as soon as I heard the tell-tale sounds coming from the other bed,
little Donny was raring to continue where we had left off.  Funny though,
all thoughts of those dancers' glistening bodies were suddenly gone,
replaced by the mental snapshot from that one morning months before when
Dad first showed me how to do things right.  And for every solo session
there after.

    When we had both finished, and I was still basking in the warm
afterglow of post-orgasmic bliss, Dad got up and went into the bathroom
without saying a word.  Shit, did I fuck up again?

    A minute later Dad came out of the bathroom carrying a wet wash cloth
and a big smile.

    "Felt good, didn't it?  Just what the doctor ordered.  Here.  We need
to get going.  Have lots to do today."  Then he tossed the wash rag, a
little harder than needed, so that it landed right on my crotch.

    "Hey.  Watch the aim, will ya?"  Guess he was okay with what we did.
Every morning the rest of the week.  Like it was the most natural thing in
the world.  Oh, and his aim didn't change either, just made his grin wider.

    The flight back to the mainland was a lot less scary for me as I knew
what to expect.  I even relaxed enough to wrap my arm around Dad's and lay
my head on his shoulder.  I just sat there with my eyes closed and a smile
on my face, thinking about the great week and feeling so much closer to the
man I love.  I didn't even open my eyes when I heard some comments.

    "Oh, now isn't that sweet." said a female voice.

    "Sure wish my son would be that demonstrative.  You must be very
happy." from a deeper timber.

    I snuggled a little tighter when Dad responded, "More than ever."

...

    What a difference a week makes.  When we pulled onto the road leading
to the house we could see the frame already up on the Bowens' new house.
It looked huge.  Then we saw the new wing to our house.  There the roof was
already on and the workers were busy hanging sheetrock.  Cod was talking to
another man halfway between the two sites.

    "Welcome home, guys.  Have a good trip?"

    "Fantanstic." Dad answered.

    "Awesome." I chimed.  "Wow, these guys are moving fast."

    "Yep.  Interior work on your house should be finished just after the
new year, and we should move into our new home the first of March, weather
permitting."

    "Awesome.  Where's Chet?  Is he back yet?  How did he do?"

    "Now where do you think Chet would be?" Cod grinned.

    "Thanks.  See ya later."  I took off running for the swin house.

    "Hold it, son.  Your bag first.  Dirty clothes in the hamper."

    "Oh yeah.  Sorry Dad."

    I grabbed my bag and started for the house.  "Oops."  I went back and
grabbed Dad's too.  I know, brown nosing.  But hey, you gotta do what you
can when you can.  Makes thing a lot easier when it comes time you need
something.  "Got yours too, Dad.  I know you must be tired from the trip.
Especially at your age."  I tore out for the house.

    Cod grabbed his gut laughing.  Dad took off after me, and with a bag in
each hand so I couldn't open the door, tackled me on the porch.

    "You are so dead, son." as he tickled.

    "No fair!  No fair!  I've got my hands full."

    "Too bad."  He was merciless.  Just when I thought I would pee my
pants, the tickles turned into a hug.  "Are you punished enough?"

    "Yes.  Good to be home, isn't it?"

    "Yeah.  Great to be home, with you."

    "Yeah.  Love you, Dad."

    "Love you too, son.  Now go see Chet."  He picked me up and swatted my
butt.

    I dropped Dad's bag in his room, and just dumped the entire contents of
mine in my hamper.  Yeah, I think a couple of things were clean, but who
cares?  I then stripped my clothes off into the hamper also and took off
for the pool.

    My leap was almost perfect.  Chet hadn't heard me coming, and my splash
left him with a mouthful of water.  After sputtering a moment, he wrapped
his arms me and took us both under.

    We came up laughing and hugging.

    "Damn, I thought you would never get back."

    "Well, I wanted to stay there and chase all those hot looking Hawaiian
boys, but then figured you would get too lonely back here all by yourself."

    "You are so full of shit, asshole, that your eyes are brown."

    "May be, but that's only because my best friend is overflowing with
it."

    We both laughed and hugged again, but that soon turned into a raucous
game of dick tag.  We were soon joined by Carl and Cam who had been in the
construction site bugging the workers until their dad told them we were
back.  Of course, all that dick slapping caused the usual reaction so we
quickly found ourselves on the side of the pool.

    Horndog Cam grabbed my dick and gave it a quick lick.  This new
sensation sent shudders though my body.  Still holding my steel rod, he
looked up at me with pleading in his eyes.  A quick nod from me was all he
needed to turn my cock into the kind of all day sucker he loved.

    Chet saw what was happening and immediately his brow furrowed.  "You
okay with this?"

    I could only shake my head up and down once before my juices boiled.

    "Wow."  when I got my breath back.  Cam grinned and stuck his tongue
out, still heavy with my cum.

    Carl pouted, "Aw, you get all the fun, Cam."

    Chet smiled and put his arm around Carl.  "Come on, little brother.  I
still need some relief.  And I bet Donny will be ready again soon enough."

    "Thanks, bro."  Carl happily swallowed his big brother's meat.

    Cam wrapped his arms around my neck and put his lips on mine.  I felt
his tongue poke and opened my mouth.  Cam gratefully returned the remainder
of my seed.

    What a welcome home.

    "Food!" blared through the intercom speaker.

    The Bowen boys donned their clothes and in a flash we were out the door
headed for the house.  When we came through the back door Cod was stirring
something on the stove.  "Be ready in a minute, boys.  Set the table now.
Donny, your dad wants to speak with you.  I think he is still unpacking."

    Hmm.  What's going on?  I went back to Dad's room and tapped lightly on
the open door.

    "What do you need, Dad?  Cod said you wanted to see me."

    Dad turned around from his suitcase, "Son, look in the mirror.  Tell me
what you see."

    Puzzled, I looked in the full length mirror hanging on the back of
Dad's door, searching for marks or something out of place.  "Nothing, Dad.
Just me."

    "That's the point, son.  You can see all of you."  Dad started
laughing.  "I guess you didn't hear the men when you ran off to the pool
with nothing on."

    "Oops.  I guess I will have to remember that we aren't alone here any
more, huh Dad?"

    "That's right, son.  I don't think we can be nearly as loose with our
clothing rules around here any more."  Dad chuckled.

    "I got it, Dad.  I'll try to remember.  Is that it?"

    "No.  But it can wait until you put some clothes on.  Meet you in the
kitchen."

    "Okay.  But first."  I walked over to Dad and softly kissed his lips.
"I love you."

    "I love you, too.  Now scoot or there won't be any food left for us."

    When I returned to the kitchen wearing shorts and a tee, Chetand the
twins were already wolfing soup and sandwiches.  "Hey, wait for me!"

    Dad walked in and announced, "I got a call from Buddy a few minutes
ago.  Looks like you are going to have a new brother here today, boys."


TBC