Date: Fri, 15 Aug 2008 12:14:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: Patterson

As with all my stories, they take place in a time when condoms are
necessary.  But that is not the case in the world we live in now, so play
safe and have fun!

**********

My car was idling funny and running really rough, so I had looked up a
mechanic near my work.  I planned to drop it off in the afternoon and
hopefully have it ready when I got done with work.  I pulled into the
parking lot and went into the office.  No one was around and I heard
talking coming from the mechanics bays, so I headed out the side door to
see if I could find someone.

I saw two guys over the hood of a car.  They were standing a couple of feet
apart talking and wiping their hands.  I walked around the car and was
stunned by what I saw.  There was a naked man tied down to some sort of
padded sawhorse.  One of the mechanics has his dick out of his zipper
fucking the guy and the other had his out and in the mouth of the guy.

They were carrying on a conversation as if nothing in the world was going
on.  They had a perfect rhythm going when they both went in at the same
time.  I stood there mesmerized.  I had never seen guys have sex before.  I
knew it went on, but I had never seen any; not even on the internet.  I
just hadn't look for it.

Not that I am a prude or anything.  I am 24, single, athletic and some
might say handsome.  I have my share of girls, but have never had a
relationship that lasts more than a couple of weeks.  I enough the quick
fuck and am ready to move on after a couple of them and a blow job.  If a
woman will give a blow job, that warrants a couple more dates.

Beginning in high school, it was never about counting or scoring or
whatever, I just wanted to be with a woman and get my rocks off.  I would
try to hold off on jerking off, but that was useless, so I just tried to
get a woman whenever I needed one. Plenty seemed to line up when they saw
me coming.

And I had even been with two women at once and a couple of times a friend
of mine and I would both score and we would end up screwing our dates in
the same room and once on the same bed.  So I was no stranger to sex, but
this was so outside my realm.

It didn't disgust me as much as it did spike my curiosity.  The two guys
were beginning to show evidence that they were enjoying what was going on.
The guy getting the blow job began to really pump the guy's mouth, taking
hold of his head to drive the action.  The guy on the other end was holding
onto the guy's hips.  He was pounding away on the guy's ass as I have done
on numerous occasions with a woman.

Both were approaching climax and I was still stunned.  They were obviously
getting off it.

"Can I help you?" I heard from my left.  I started a bit.  I had been so
absorbed in this scene that I hadn't heard anyone approach.

I looked to my left and saw this mountain of a man.  Big hands which were
wiping grease on a rag. His bib overalls were unbuckled on one side.  His
hair hung out from under the baseball cap in stringy tendrils.  He stood
over 6 feet tall and was a hefty man.  I could tell much of it was muscle
but there seemed to be some extra pounds as well.

I opened my mouth to speak when I heard, "Oh, fuck!  I'm cumming!"  I
looked over and the guy getting the blow job had his cock buried in the
guy's mouth holding his head tight against his crotch pumping cum down the
guy's throat.  The guy was struggling like he was having trouble breathing.

I tried to speak again and then the guy fucking, pushed deep into the guy
on the saw horse and groaned out a harsh guttural sound as he pumped his
seed into the guy's ass.

I still stammered, as I tried to speak.  "I, ah, needed to have my car
looked at.  It is," I stopped and said, "I'm sorry, what's going on in
there?"

The guy next to me chuckled, "That's Patterson's kid.  Patterson had some
major work done on his car and he couldn't pay his bill.  So he sent his
son over to work off the debt.  The mechanics couldn't stand having him
looking over their shoulders, so Patterson suggested an alternate method of
using his son."

He laughed, "The kid comes over every day after school and is there until
we close.  When the mechanics need a break, they walk over and plug him at
one end or the other."  He snickered, "And I have been known to give him a
go every now and then."

"But what does the kid say and how old is he?" I asked wondering what it
would be like.

"Well, the first couple of times the kid complained and cried, but now he
pops in here after school, strips down and lies down over the horse waiting
for the guys to restrain him.  And he is 18 and his dad has consented."

"Wow," I said, shaking my head.

Then I thought of something else.  "How long does he have to do this?"

"He does three hours every afternoon, five days a week, with every other
weekend eight to noon.  And he has a couple more months to go," he said
smiling and wiping his hands again.

"Now, let's see what's wrong with your car."  He walked with me out to my
car.  I walked out with him, but the image of that kid kept circling around
in my mind.  What would it be like to fuck a guy?

I had difficulty staying focused as I described the issues with my car.
After he started the car, looked under the hood, and then he walked me back
into the office.  He filled in a form while I sought to catch any noise
coming from the mechanics bay.

He must have seen my interest because he laughed and said, "You want to go
back and take another look?"  He took the form, put it on a clipboard and
walked me back to the bays.  He took me right over to the kid.

He was still naked.  He had black hair and a bit of a shadow on his face.
His ass crack was hairy and seemed to be greased around his hole.  It
looked like dark oil or grease from an engine.  His cock was trapped back
behind the horse between his legs.  His dick was hard and his balls were
trapped between his legs and covered with the same dark hair.  He had a
good strong back, with great definition and muscle tone.

He looked up at me as I passed to the front.  He smiled and blushed just a
bit.  He saw the boss and put his head back down.  The guy, who's name
badge said `Mac' ran his hand down the kid back leaving a grease streak.
This didn't seem to faze the kid at all.  He just lay there with his wrists
and ankles bound to the four corners of the padded horse.  I was behind him
again and saw cum dripping out of his hole.  I saw his hole flex.

"Did you want to give him a go?" Mac asked me.

"Me?  No, not interested." I said, probably too quickly.  He laughed and
handed me the form to sign.  I signed it and he said, "Okay, it will be
ready this time tomorrow."

He went back to the front office.  The mechanics had gone back to work and
the kid just lay there on the padded horse.  I could see him chest rise and
fall as he breathed.  I turned and left.

As I walked back to my office, the image of the kid kept going through my
mind.  What did it feel like to fuck a guy or have a guy suck you?  And
what kind of father would have his son do this?  And what did it feel like
to be the kid?  How could he come back willingly day after day?

As I went back to work, I tried to concentrate, but the images kept
flashing through my mind.  I saw his greased hairy ass crack with cum
running down it.  This thick hard cock trapped against the side of the
horse.

A few people came by the office and I tried to give them my attention.  But
I really had to work at concentrating to talk to them.  As soon as I could
reasonably do it, I grabbed my coat and headed out.  I caught a cab to take
me home.

Once there, I paced around the house, trying to figure out why that image
was getting to me.  I sat down at the computer and began to google sites
for gay porn.

I found sites with pics and vids.  I spent three hours cruising through
them.  Some of the pictures disgusted me while the pictures of guys fucking
another guy made me stop and pause.  I looked at the expressions of both
guys.  I wondered how a guy could fit another guy's tool up his ass.

And the same with the sucking, when I saw the size of some of dicks these
guys were deep-throating; it amazed me.

I grabbed some dinner out of the fridge and search more.  I read accounts
of how tight a guy's ass was and how I guy gave better blow jobs because
they knew what felt best.

I read and surfed.  I was enthralled.  I knew I wasn't gay, but the thought
of sticking my dick in a tight willing hole got me going.

I sat in my boxers and my dick poked out of the opening.  Occasionally, I
would reach down and stroke it.  I would grip it as tight as I could and
push my dick into my fist wondering if that's what a guy's ass felt like.

My dick is a good sized eight thick inches.  I have seen other guy's in the
showers and knew it was bigger when it was soft than many of the others.  I
had even seen a couple of guys hard as we fucked women side by side.  And
again, I knew that I was more than adequate.  But some of these guys in the
pictures were huge!  I couldn't imagine taking something that big up the
ass, but the guys getting it seemed to be enjoying it.  Did the kid enjoy
getting it up the ass?

I looked at the clock at it was 3 am!  Fuck!  I whipped off my boxers and
headed to bed.  I spent the first 10 to 15 minutes humping the bed thinking
of what it would be like to have it stuck in a guy's ass.  I eventually
fuck my fist to get off.  I drenched one side of the bed with all the cum.
I tumbled over to the other side of the bed and finally drifted off to
sleep.

My dreams were filled with sex.  Men, women, mixtures, guys and women
watching; doing anything and everything imaginable.  I was in the middle of
it all.  And nothing seemed to satisfy me.  I wanted to do everything and
anything.  No matter what I tried, I couldn't get off.  I couldn't find a
guy that would let me stick my dick up his ass.

Off in the distance I saw a guy bent over and there was a sign pointing
towards his ass.  It said, "Come and get it!"  I kept working my way
towards it but people kept trying to get me entangled with what they were
doing.

No matter how much distance I traveled I couldn't get any closer.

I woke when the alarm went off.  I was tangled up in the sheets and rock
hard.  I untangled myself and headed into the bathroom.  As I stood under
the warm water, I tried to get my dick to go down enough to piss.  It
didn't seem to want to go down.  I soaped it up and stroked.  I kept seeing
that kids greasy ass and pouty lips.

I pounded my cock and waited for the rush to hit me.  I tried to call to
mind visions of the last couple of girls I had fucked.  But I kept seeing
that kid.  As soon as I pictured those guys going to town on him, my cock
throbbed and I shot all over the wall of the shower.  I stood there panting
as I softened.  I put my hand on the wall to steady myself.

I felt woozy, like I had just had the cum of my life.  As I fought to
steady my breathing, I began to piss and that made me think of the
kid. What did he do if he had to piss while he was strapped down there?  I
shook my head, washed myself, shaved and got ready for work.

I grabbed a cup of coffee from the vendor before jumping in the cab.  At
work that day, I again tried to put it out of my mind.  I even found myself
access a cache I had created of vids, pics and stories last night.  Then
finally realized I was jeopardizing my job by doing that.  I had never been
so hung up on sex before.

I kept checking the clock to see if it was time for me to go pick up my
car.  When I saw that it was close, I grabbed my coat and ran down stairs.
I nearly sprinted over to the garage.

I gathered my wits before entering the shop.  I slid my jacket on and
walked in.  I expected Mac not to be in the office, so I could walk back
into the bays.  But he was standing there filling in a form when I entered.

He said, "I think your car is just about ready, let me check."

I rushed in and said, "That's okay, I can check."  I moved to enter the
mechanics bays.  I heard him chuckle.  I hurried back and there was the kid
tied up on the bench.  The two mechanics working on their cars not paying
him any attention.  My throat went dry as I saw his ass there.

"I can add $50 to the bill, you can have a go and the Missus will never be
the wiser!"  Mac said behind me with a chuckle.

I swallowed and tried to form words.  I shook my head.  I couldn't fuck him
in front of these other guys, what would they think?  I realized then that
my cock was growing.  I licked my lips.  I have always been impetuous, but
this even amazed me.  I turned to Mac and asked, "How much does his still
owe on his bill?"

Mac raised his eyebrows at me and smiled.  He said, "It's about $250.  I
can check.  Why?"

"I, uh, want to pay off his bill."  I said surprising myself.

"Well, I will have to check with old man Patterson and see what he says.
You want me to check?" he asked, look at me with a smirk.

I didn't give a fuck what he was thinking at that point.  "Yes," I said
before I could change my mind.

He chuckled and walked back into his office.  I stood looking at the ass of
the boy.  The hair all greased down and his hole flexing.  I had to have
that.  He looked over his shoulder and I saw the strong masculine chin.
And his dark eyes seemed to smile at me and at the same time seemed to sear
me with a wanton look.

I continued to look over the boy while I waited for Mac.  He had a coating
of fine black hairs across his ass.  And his ass was well muscled as he
flexed his butt making the concave dents in each cheek.  The back of his
thighs were well muscled and again covered with the same fine black hair.
His arms were well developed as well.  He back, strong and well defined.
He is a very handsome young man.

I don't know how long I stood there staring at his body, but next thing I
knew I heard a gruff voice saying, "So you want to pay off my debt?"

I turned to see a solid man.  He was built without an ounce of fat on him.
He stood 6' 5" tall at least and his heavily gunned biceps stuck out of his
sleeveless shirt.  He wore jeans and work boots.  I could tell where the
son got the white complexion and black hair.  He had a thick mustache that
framed his mouth.  His eyes were hooded as if wasn't sure about me.  His
mouth twitched to a smile and then it was gone as he scan me.

"Ah, yes," I said, backing up a bit from the man.  Now that he was here and
everything was coming out, I wasn't sure what I wanted to say.

"So are you doing this so you can use his body instead of this mechanics?"
he asked looking me in the eyes.

I swallowed and always sure of myself said, "Yes," and I didn't care what
he thought.

He looked me over then went over and unhooked his boy.  He steered the boy
over to me.  It was first I got to see him face to face.  His dick was hard
and practically hitting him at the naval.  He had just a dusting of hair
across his well defined chest and a trail that led down to his navel and on
to his bushy crotch.

Patterson said, "This guy is going to pay off my debt and you are going to
serve out your time with him to pay him back."

"Yes, Sir," the boy said, looking me in the face and the lowered his eyes.

Patterson turned to me and said, "Okay, pay Mac and then you can drive the
boy over to your place.  I will follow to see where you live and know where
to pick him up."

I nodded, turned and followed, Mac out.  I took care of my bill with the
addition of Patterson's.  It couldn't be charged, I had to use debit to pay
for it.  I just shrugged and kept thinking of that boy's body.  I had
impetuous before with a woman following her into a store or something,
until I managed a date and later a lay with her.  But I had never done
anything this wild before.  I had to have that boy.

When I was done, I went back and Patterson was there with his boy.  The boy
now wore shabby gym shorts and a tank top.  He had on flip flops.
Patterson said, "This is my son, Tom."  Tom nodded his head at me.  "He'll
ride with you and I'll follow you.  You paid for him, so you get your time
with him."

He looked at his son and continued, "Every afternoon from 3 pm to 5 pm, and
every other weekend for two more months.  And besides sex, he has a strong
back and can help around the house doing whatever you need done.  He is a
good boy, learns well and minds his elders."  He tousled the boys hair.
The boy blushed.

I got into my car after unlocking it, so Tom could get in.  He got in and
sat down.  He did say anything.  I started the car, backed up and then
pulled onto the street.  I didn't know how to start a conversation with
someone I had just basically bought.

"Do you want me to take my clothes off?" Tom asked.  I was surprised.  I
looked at him with my jaw dropped.

"Do you often ride around in the car naked?" I asked.

"Depends on the guy, my Dad has turned me over to," he said without any
sign of shame or distain.

"You mean you do this often?"  I asked, totally shocked.

"Well, we don't have a lot of money and it is the one way I can help us
out.  It is just my dad and I."  he said, sounding almost proud of his
accomplishments.

"When did you learn how to ..." and I faded out, not knowing how to phrase
that.

"My dad was always very open about sex.  He let me watch when he jerked off
or had sex with anyone.  He taught me how to jerk off when I was 12.  After
that he began to let me take part in his parties."  I was flabbergasted by
his statement.  I couldn't imagine a dad treating his son this way.

"But don't you have any of your own friends from school or wherever?" I
asked.

He smiled broadly and nodded, "Oh, yeah, plenty of them.  Every time I got
a new friend, Dad would have them come over and let them fuck me and have
me give them a blow job.  So I have lots of friends at school.  And lots of
their dads as well!" he smiled as he said this.

He wanted to talk, "Thursday night is school night.  That's the night any
of the guys from the school can come over and use me.  Sometimes Dad films
it and sometimes he just watches.  Once or twice, he'll have friends over
to watch or one of the fathers.  It is lots of fun.  I really enjoy being
with my friends."

I was beginning to wonder if Tom might be a little slow mentally, but when
I asked him what classes he was taking in school, he listed off all high
level college entry classes.  He was on the swim team and really like the
coach and his team mates.  I wondered if that meant that they all used him
regularly.

Fascinated, I asked, "What do like to do the most?"

"Oh, I think I like getting fucked the best.  I can suck pretty good as
well.  I have fucked a couple of men that wanted me to and been sucked off
lots of time.  But I think I like being on my back having some guy fuck
me."  He paused, "I still can't do two guys at once very often, especially
if the guys are big, but Dad keeps working with me on that.  And I really
don't go in for the pain stuff and Dad's pretty careful with that.  He
doesn't allow anyone to do anything that will leave a scar."  How
considerate I thought.

"Does it bother you that other guys are watching you when you are getting
fucked or sucking someone?" I asked.

"Naw, why should it?  I am used to it.  I know some of the guys on the swim
team were a bit freaked out the first time they had me and everyone else
was sitting around watching them."  He said nonchalantly.

"Does anything embarrass you?" I asked remembering the flush I thought I
had seen on his face.  But then I remember that was when he father praised
him.

"No, not any more.  I think the first couple of times that dad had some of
the girls from school there to watch bothered me, but then I knew I was
doing something better than they could, so I got over that."  He thought
for a moment, "And the first time dad took me to a park, stripped me and
then pissed all over me and invited anyone walking by to do the same, I
didn't understand.  But he told me he was showing me off to everyone and
how I was a good son and would do anything his father told him to."  He
smiled and looked at me.

We arrived at my home.  I parked in the driveway.  We got out and waited
for his father to pull up.  As soon as Patterson got out of the car, he
walked with me to the front door.  On the doorstep, he turned to his son
and said, "Strip, boy."  Tom pulled off his shirt in a practiced moved and
stepped out of his shorts.  He now stood naked on my front porch in full
view of the street and my neighbors.  "I'll be back at 6 pm to pick you up,
that way this man gets his full time.  Now you be good and mind him as you
would mind me.  You do anything he asks, do you understand, boy?"

"Yes, sir," he said proudly, stood straight and smiled at his father.  "I
love you dad, thank you!"  He said so full of enthusiasm.

His dad took off and we went inside.  "Where do you want me?" he asked,
standing in my living room, naked, with his hands on his hips.

He was so beautiful and so perfect.  I wanted him right there in the living
room.  "Upstairs in the bedroom," I said, heading for the stairs.  He
followed.  I quickly stripped out of my clothes and he laid down on the bed
on his back.  I was rock hard by the time I stepped out of my boxers.

He smiled, pulled his legs up and showed me his waiting hole.  I was so
eager and so full of lust.  I jumped on the bed and plunged my dick into
his ass.  He clamped down on it and I moaned.  I looked into his face and
saw the warmth of his smile.  He really did enjoy doing this.

I started pounding his ass with his legs on my shoulders.  I closed my eyes
as I was shocked to see a man below me the couple of times I focus on that
rather than the sensations in my dick.  I was grunting as I thrust into him
with force I don't think I had ever used on a woman.

It was amazing how tight he was and how different and how wonderful it
felt!  I knew I wasn't going to last long.  I grunted through clinched
teeth with each thrust.  I was slapping my balls against his ass.  Oh, fuck
this was so amazing!  Nothing I had ever done before compared to this.

I felt the familiar rush building.  I pounded him faster and faster,
knowing it was imminent.  The groan began deep down in my chest and built
until I was shouting out, "Fuck!" as I push deep inside of him and pumped
him full of hot cum.

I collapsed on his chest panting.  When I began to come down from the high
I felt his hard dick against my stomach.  That was so strange.  I wasn't
repulsed, but I found it so strange to have a guys dick against my stomach.

He was stroking my head and back.  "Was it good for you," he asked.

"Yes, it was wonderful," I said without any hint of duplicity.

"My dad will be very glad," he said.

I rose up and looked at his amazingly strong masculine face.  That just
didn't connect for me.  I still couldn't put it all together in my head.  I
pulled out of him and found that I was still hard.

He rolled up and slid his mouth over my dick, cleaning it.  My dick
throbbed in his mouth as he used his tongue to swirl around the head.
"Argh!" I said.

He took his head off my dick, looked up into my face and said, "Do you want
me to suck you off or do you want to fuck me again?"

I grabbed his head and pulled it onto my dick.  I was lost in lust once
again.

That day I used him four times.  After he left, I kept replaying the
sessions over and over in my head.  The next day at work, I was able to
concentrate, but I was looking forward to the end of the day.

Over the next couple of days, I rushed home and he would be waiting there.
I couldn't get enough of him.  He was very inventive in the positions and
locations he proposed for sex.  He seemed to look forward to our sessions
and was always pleased when he turned me on and I praised him.

On the weekend, he came over in the morning and we went at it.  Then I took
him to a movie.  He had us sit in the last row, took my cock out during the
movie and stroked it.  He looked around and then went down on me right
there in the theatre.  I held on to the back of his head and tried to keep
from crying out when I came.

I took him out to lunch and dinner.  I wanted to spend as much time with
him as possible.  He never ceased to amaze me and I never grew tired of sec
with him.  I asked his dad if he could spend a Friday night with me; a
sleep over.  He agreed.

I took him to the gym with me and I was amazed at how he worked out.  But I
had to tell him to wear a jock and shorts.  He said he was used to working
out naked in his father's friend's gym.  And after we showered he asked me
if I wanted a blow job.  I told him no.  And again, he said that his dad's
friend always had him do it in front of the guys in the locker room.

I shook my head and tried to explain that out with me there were certain
things that he could and couldn't do.  He wasn't dumb, he got it and
understood.  After that he would whisper his question to me.

It was so amazing having in bed with me all night.  In the morning, I
reached over and felt his stiff cock.  I had seen him jerk off and I had
seen him cum just from being fucked.  He definitely got off on all of it.
He woke and smiled as I gently squeezed his dick.  He looked me in the eyes
and said, "Would you like me to fuck you?"

I was surprised, but without much contemplation, said yes.  He smiled and
pushed the covers back.  He then did something that blew me away.  He
leaned in and kissed me; deep and passionately.  I responded and we fell
into a whole make out session with us rubbing our hands over each other and
kissing.  Hugging, kissing, running my hands through his hair and licking
his nipples was so amazing.

He leaned down and gently bit my nipples sending my shivers up and down my
spine.  I was panting by the time he used the lube on my hole.  I was on my
back looking up at him as he lined up on my hole.  "I'll be gentle," he
said and he smiled and put the head of his dick at my hole.

I nodded, totally lost in the fog of lust.  There was a just a quick
question in my head about what I was doing but I lost it when I felt the
head of his dick at my hole.  His hard dick had to be 7 inches and thick.
"Relax, push out," he huskily whispered to me.

I did what he told me and gasped as the head popped in.  There was one jolt
of pain and I through my mouth for a moment, almost panting.  Then he was
slowly pushing in.  Fuck!  He filled me up.  I felt him hit my prostate and
my dick jerked.

When he was all the way he in, he whispered, "Okay?"

"Yeah," I grunted through clenched teeth.  It felt so amazing.  I had never
imagined anything like this.

He smiled and began to work on my hole.  My mind was blown and I was so
caught up in the sensations in my ass, my dick, his dick, my balls, his
balls hitting my ass.  I began moaning as he sped up.  The heat in my ass,
the bumping of my prostate, the smell of him as he worked on my ass,
pistoning in and out.

His face was suffused with pleasure as he increased the friction in my ass.
I felt the strangest feeling in my cock.  I wasn't touching it but I could
feel the beginning of the rush.  I began thrashing my head back and forth.
I wrapped my legs behind him and dug my heels into his ass pulling him into
me.

He started building the word, "fuck" and I joined him as he pounded and the
feeling built in me.  The next thing I knew I was shooting streams of hot
cum between us.  At the same time I was feeling a new sensation in my ass
as he filled me with his hot cum.

He pumped into me until he had no more.  He collapsed on top of me.  I
wrapped my legs and arms around him, kissed him passionately and said, "I
love you!"

He opened his eyes.  The smile there matched the one on his lips as he
said, "I love you, too!"

When he father came to pick him up, I asked if he could live with me.  The
dad looked at the boy.  The boy nodded.  Patterson hugged his son and said,
"I am very happy for you.  If he doesn't take good care of you, you let me
know.  And if you ever need to come home, you just call."

Tom hugged his dad back and said, "Thank you, Dad, for everything!"

After that we had a long discussion one night after a nice night out at the
movies where he asked if he had to give me a blow job while I watched the
movie.  I sat him down on a park bench and explained that as long as he was
me, he only had to do what he wanted and he wasn't obligated to feel he
"had" to do anything.  He smiled.  I could tell that pleased him.

We also had the whole talk about "normal" behavior.  I cracked up sometimes
when he came up with wild suggestions of what he wanted to do; like fuck on
the beach, or give me a blow job while I drove.  Sometimes, if I thought
about the situation I would say yes.  He definitely expanded my sexual
horizons, while I started toning down some of his.

That was six months ago.  Tom has finished high school and is going to
college.  This kid is smart!  He got a scholarship and is working on a
degree in computer sciences.

We have become quite the couple.  Some of my friends couldn't accept my new
situation, but there were plenty of new ones that we found.  It was
wonderful to out to dinner, go to the movies, run along the beach, and go
shopping with him.  In fact, it was amazing to do anything with him.  Some
people thought the difference in ages was too much, but it was only 6 years
and it never matter to either of us.

I asked Tom once if he missed being with other guys and he said no, I was
enough for him.  His dad came over once a week for dinner and I was invited
over to his Dad's parties, but didn't participate, except with Tom.  Once
in a while it was okay to put on a show for others, but for the most part
we preferred to our sex to ourselves.  His dad didn't question my statement
that Tom wouldn't be doing special favors for him or any of his friends.
His dad just looked sternly into my face, read my resolute stance, grinned,
nodded, and then shook my hand.

I really think he was glad that Tom had found a life and was doing what Tom
wanted to do.  We never discussed how he raised Tom.  Tom loved his dad,
thought the world of him and it was not for me to tear down that image.  We
just didn't do those things anymore and Tom was fine with that.  At first
it took some reassuring that he only had to do what he wanted to do.  He
became very pleased with this and would hug me every time he realized I
meant what I said.

I can't say we kept it in our house, because Tom kept coming up with new
places to have sex.  It still amazed me all the experiences he had already
had as I asked him over and over if he had ever done this or done it here
and mostly he answered yes.

But that was behind him, we were looking forward to a long life of making
our own new experiences.


As always, I appreciate comments, suggestions, pictures, ideas, etc.
harryrod575@yahoo.com

Have fun

harry