Date: Mon, 8 May 2017 14:58:24 -0400 (EDT)
From: HENRY BROOKS <hankbrookscc@comcast.net>
Subject: His Son's Best Friend

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                                  His Son's Best Friend


It was late autumn in New England.  The weather was cold and drizzly.
Jimmy Swanson was walking down a secondary road, not really knowing where
he wanted to go.  He was dressed well enough for the weather, and all he
had with him was a knapsack.

Not too many cars were on the road, but each time one approached him, in
either direction, he held up his thumb.  They all passed him by.  The young
boy was beginning to feel the weather.  He had begun to shiver, when at
last a car pulled up, and stopped.  The passenger window rolled down, and
the driver said, "Jimmy, what the hell are you doing walking this road in
this weather?"

The driver could tell that Jimmy didn't recognize him.  It was Sam Johnson,
the father of his friend, Pat.  Actually Pat had once been Jimmy's best
friend, probably his only friend.  Two years ago, Pat went to a University
clear across the country, and the boys did not stay in touch.  Jimmy hadn't
seen Pat's father in more than two years.

"I'm Sam Johnson," the driver said.  "Now answer my question.  What are you
doing out here in this weather?  Where's your father?"

Now Jimmy remembered who the driver was.  He also deliberated explaining
his circumstances to Sam.  Jimmy's father was a musician, who was
constantly on the road.  Jimmy was all alone in his house most of the time,
but he was used to it.  The last time Jimmy had seen his father was the
prior Christmas, when he came home for three days.  Now it was almost
Christmas again.

Sam repeated his questions.  He could not believe how reticent Jimmy was to
talk to him.  "Where's your father?"

Finally Jimmy started to tell Sam the entire story.  He cried the whole
time he was talking.  "My dad's a musician," he said.  "He's rarely home.
It seems that he hasn't made a mortgage payment in over eighteen months.
This morning, I got evicted.  I guess I'm trying to hitch a ride to the
nearest big city where I can look for a job.  All I have here are
occasional part-time jobs."

"That's terrible," Sam said with concern.  "Hop in.  You'll come home with
me and warm up.  You can stay as long as you want, and shack up in Pat's
room.  I don't expect him home until Christmas."

Sam had the heater on in his car, and it felt wonderful to Jimmy.  The
warmth of Sam's home was even more inviting.  The comforts of home had
always been available to Jimmy, and he took them for granted.  Now it was
ripped away from him, and he realized how precious it was not to be
homeless.

Sam's house was a small Cape Cod style.  The main floor consisted of a
kitchen, dining room, living room, and a small den.  Upstairs there were
two bedrooms and a bathroom.  Sam took Jimmy upstairs to Pat's bedroom.
The room was small.  It had a standard-sized bed, a dresser and a closet.

"I'll get you a towel and a wash cloth," Sam said.  "The bathroom is
between my bedroom and yours.  In case you were wondering, both bedrooms
are the same size.  Since we only have one bathroom, Pat and I were never
shy with each other.  I hope you won't be either, should you catch a
glimpse of me naked."  Sam started to laugh at his own audacity.

Jimmy had a different reaction.  He had a secret which could not be pried
from him, even under extreme torture.  He knew that he was gay from a young
age.  Back in the day, when he and Pat had been great friends, he had been
madly in love with Pat Johnson,.  He was actually glad when Pat went so far
away.  He was afraid that his lust would make him do something foolish.
Now he was going to be alone with Pat's hot dad, who told him that he would
probably see him naked from time to time.  He prayed that he would be able
to control himself.  He vowed to be gone before Pat came home for
Christmas.

                                        **********

Pat was matriculating at Berkeley University, where he was majoring in
finance and economics.  He met Mark Hanley on the first day of classes in
his freshman year.  Mark was his teacher for Econ 101, which just happened
to be Pat's last class of the day.  It was also the professor's last class
of the day.

Pat was nineteen when he laid eyes on Mark for the first time, and Mark was
twenty-seven.  They were both very handsome men.  Mark was gay and out.
When he laid his eyes on Pat, he started to erect, and was glad that he was
sitting at his desk.  He had no idea if Pat was gay or straight, but he
knew that he was going to seduce him somehow.  Mark made a habit of
seducing his good looking male students, no matter what their sexual
orientation, and he kept a careful log of all his conquests.  Pat was to be
another notch on his rifle, so to speak.

Mark needn't have worried about how hard it would be to seduce Pat.  Pat
had as deep a secret as his former friend, Jimmy.  Wild horses couldn't
drag it out of him.  He was gay, and he had been so in love with Jimmy,
that he was frightened at what he might do.  He chose a college clear
across the country, just to distance himself from the source of his lust.
Such is the foolishness of not confiding in your best friend.  When Pat
laid eyes on Mark, He was instantly filled with his hidden, and forbidden,
desires.

By the third week of the semester, Pat would linger after class, and engage
Mark in a short, friendly conversation.  One afternoon Mark lied to Pat.
"I'm in the habit of inviting my best students for a cocktail and hors
d'oevres in my home every Friday after classes," he fibbed.  Even if you
are underage, I won't tell about the cocktail if you won't.  How would you
like to come over this Friday after class?  I live very close to campus.  I
could meet you somewhere and drive you there."

Pat's heart started pumping away.  This was his opportunity.  If he only
knew what Mark had planned for him.  The minute they were alone in Mark's
apartment, all pretense was dropped.  Mark grabbed Pat, and started to kiss
him wildly.  Of course, Pat gave as good as he got.  "It's my first time,"
he muttered to Mark, who just smiled.

They undressed rapidly, and of course their eyes wandered to the center of
attraction.  They were both hard at the moment.  Their pricks were pretty
much the same size at about seven inches.  Mark might have been a smidgeon
wider, and he was cut, whereas Pat wasn't.  Mark led his young student into
his bedroom and right onto his bed.  He had planned to begin with a game of
sixty-nine, but since Pat was a virgin, he decided to do most of the work,
and let Pat remain passive.

His student was on his back, and Mark laid himself down on top of him.  He
made sure that their cocks rubbed together.  Pat began to groan and Mark
smiled at him.  Little by little he worked his way down Pat's body, and
after some time he took Pat's cock into his mouth.  Pat's rod was jerking
badly, seeking relief.  Mark sucked slowly and sensuously, and Pat came
after a few short strokes.  They were both disappointed at how fast Pat had
cum, but Mark reassured him by telling him that he would be more in control
of himself the next time they had sex.

He had no idea why he said that.  Pat was already an entry in his log, and
he usually did not have a second session with anybody.  However, he was
very attracted to this boy, and now that he knew he was a virgin, Mark
wanted the pleasure of teaching him all the wonderful mysteries and
pleasures of gay sex.  He decided that this time he would make an exception
to his once only rule.

After Pat caught his breath, he told Mark that he wanted to do that to him.

"I want to fuck you," Mark said, "but I want you to taste cock first?"

Pat nodded his head and smiled.  He went right down on Mark.  Foreplay was
still in his future.  He needed no instruction in how to perform fellatio.
He had seen dozens of film clips on the internet, and read enough stories
on gay websites.  Mark felt himself cumming, so he stopped the boy, and he
started to stretch and ream Pat's asshole with his fingers, and with lots
of lube.  He put on a condom, raised Pat's legs to his shoulders, and
slowly started his entry.  Resistance was minimal, and Pat kept assuring
him how wonderful he felt.  Mark came after a very few strokes.

After he came, Mark rolled over so that they were lying side by side.
Instinctively they turned and faced each other.  They began to kiss and
fondle.  That was another first for Mark, and he thoroughly enjoyed it.  In
the past when it was over it was over, but this time, he didn't want it to
be over. He was enjoying the afterglow for a change.

"It's Friday night," he whispered in Pat's ear.  "Would you like to stay
over for the weekend?"

Pat answered by thrusting his tongue into Mark's mouth and kissing him
hard.  All the time, Mark was wondering what came over him to say these
things, so contrary to his philosophy.

Pat not only stayed the weekend, the two men spent almost every weekend
together.  Mark kept urging Pat to see other men, and he promised he would.
In spite of his promise and resolve, he and Mark ended up together more and
more.  Finally, they had to face the truth.  They were very much in love
with each other, and eventually Pat moved into Mark's apartment.  Now their
bliss was not confined to weekends.  They could love each other full time.

                                    **********

Sam made a warm, tasty, nourishing dinner for him and Jimmy.  Jimmy helped
clean up, and then they watched television in the living room for a while.
At about 10 PM, Sam said that he was going to bed, since he had to go to
work the next day.

"Could I get a ride into town with you?" Jimmy asked.  "I'd like to see if
I can find some work.  I'll do anything."

"Sure you can," Sam smiled at his guest. "I'll pick you up after work, at
the same place I let you off."

The next morning Jimmy got up very early.  He wanted to shower and shave
before job hunting.  He went into the bathroom, but he was unable to lock
the door.  The lock seemed to be broken.  He showered and was standing at
the sink shaving, when Sam entered the room.  Both of them were naked.
They checked each other out, of course.  Neither was cut, and Jimmy was
about four inches flaccid, and Sam was about four and a half.

"Sorry," Sam said, "I need to pee badly," and he started to pee into the
commode.  The vanity boasted a double sink, so when he was finished peeing,
Sam went to the second sink and started to brush his teeth.  He smiled at
Jimmy.

Every once in a while their hips bumped.  It was too much for Jimmy.  He
turned to Sam and said, "I owe you so much, Mr. Johnson.  There must be
something I can do for you."  As he said that, he moved his face closer and
closer to Sam's.  Sam knew that something was happening that shouldn't.  He
finished what he was doing and left the room.

On the way into town, Sam said to Jimmy, "If you want to do something for
me, you can help me with the house cleaning."

"Sure thing, Mr. Johnson."

"Another thing.  Please call me Sam.  Mr. Johnson is too formal.  After all
we're living together."

"I will, Sam."

He dropped Jimmy off right in front of his office building.  When Sam got
to his office, he sat down behind his desk.  All he could think about was
the fact that Jimmy almost kissed him, and by innuendo, he had offered Sam
his body.  Sam was so aroused, he needed relief.  He reached far into his
desk, and found a telephone number.  It was the number of a prostitute,
whose services he had paid for in the past.

He dialed the number, and was glad that a live person answered him, and not
a recording asking him to leave a message.  "This is Sam Johnson," he said.
"Are you free this morning?  I'd like to hire you."

"No problem, come right over."

Sam got to the prostitute's high rise, and needed to be buzzed in.  He
searched the directory, until he found the name that he was looking for.
Paul Mitchell.

Paul let him in.  All he was wearing was a pair of gym shorts.  He and Sam
gave each other a chaste kiss on the cheek.

"You haven't been around in ages," Paul said.  "Don't I satisfy you?"

"That's the problem," Sam sighed.  "I'm not really gay, but you satisfy me
like no woman ever has.  I'm afraid to be with you.  That's why I've stayed
away."

"Wow," was all Paul could manage to say.

"I want to ask you something," Sam said.  "You know all those wonderful
things you do to me?  Will you let me reciprocate today?"

Paul broke out into a big grin.  "Most of my trade doesn't even want to
touch me.  Hell, man; you're the best looking, kindest trick I have.  I'd
be honored if you made love to me.  With that, he started to undress Sam.

For the next two hours, they sucked and fucked like two lovers.  There was
no hint of a prostitute client relationship.  They each came twice, once in
the ass, and once in the mouth.

When Sam was dressing to leave, Paul said, "That was exceptional, buddy.  I
almost feel guilty charging you, but hey, a guy's got to make a living."

"You earned every penny," Sam said, and he stroked Paul's cheek.

"I want to say something before you leave," Paul said, and he looked
serious.  "Believe me, you're not straight, not the way you made love to
me.  I urge you to come out of the closet.  You'll be free to have sex with
lots of guys.  You might even meet Mr. Right.  I may never see you again,
but you'll be happy, and that'll make me happy too."

Sam smiled at Paul and gave him a passionate goodbye kiss.  It was 1 PM
when he got back to his office.  He told Jimmy he'd meet him at 5 PM in
front of his building.  All he could think about all afternoon was Jimmy.
He promised himself that if the boy came on to him again, he would respond
to his seduction.

When Sam picked up Jimmy, the boy was bubbling with excitement.  "When I
left you this morning, I started to walk up the street.  Three buildings
down I saw a help wanted sign in the window of the lobby.  I went inside.
They have a small store in the lobby that sells newspapers, magazines,
coffee, pastries etc.  It's open from seven to seven.  I met the building
manager.  He gave me the job of manning the store.  He showed me a bus
schedule, and the Number Nine bus goes right by your house.  It's a long
work day, but I'll be able to accumulate some money, and get my own place
pretty soon.

The thought of Jimmy leaving him, weighed heavily on Sam.

They made two frozen dinners, and when the kitchen was cleaned up, they sat
down on the sofa to watch television.  While dinner was cooking, they had
both dressed down, and all each was wearing were gym shorts.  The sexual
tension in the room was growing by the minute.  They were sitting very
close, and their thighs were touching.  Instead of moving away, they
hunkered closer.

Jimmy had no idea what he was doing.  It was just by instinct that he put
his hand on Sam's knee and started moving it upward.  The two men looked at
each other.  They smiled and kissed, and second thoughts flew out the
window.  Sam grabbed Jimmy's hand and they bounded up the stairs to Sam's
bedroom.

Sam was forty-two years old.  He had made love all morning, so he was
amazed that he could keep up with Jimmy.  Jimmy made the same confession to
Sam that Pat had made to Mark.  "I'm a virgin," he admitted.  Sam's smile
was bigger than Mark's had been.

Since the next day was a work day, and Jimmy had to get up exceptionally
early, they agreed to confine their love making this evening to oral sex.
Anal sex would have to wait for another day. Before the week was out Sam
had taught Jimmy everything he knew.  They had worked passionately to open
Jimmy's ass to receive Sam's beautiful bulky cock, and they were
successful.  Like Paul had predicted, Sam was the happiest guy in Gayville.
For the record, Jimmy was right there with him.  By now Jimmy knew that he
would never move out, and he worried about Pat coming home for Christmas.

                                        **********

When Jimmy came home from work one evening, about a week before Christmas,
he found Sam grinning from ear to ear.

"What?" Jimmy asked.

"I got a text from Pat.  He'll be home from Christmas Eve to the day after
New Year's.  Isn't that wonderful?  I can't wait to tell him about us, and
how happy we are."

"How do you think he'll take it?" Jimmy asked.  His voice was full of fear
and trepidation.

"Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn.  We love each other, we're happy,
and he'll just have to deal with it."  Jimmy smiled and kissed Sam.

"Besides, apparently he has a surprise of his own.  He said that he was
bringing his fiancée along.  He wouldn't even tell me her name.  He
said that he wanted to surprise me."

"Hold my hand when we tell him," Jimmy pleaded, "in case he wants to kill
me."

Pat and Mark flew to the nearest airport and rented a car.  They drove to
Sam's house, and Jimmy was shaking like a leaf.  Sam wasn't too steady on
his feet either.  Pat had a key, so without knocking he opened the door and
he and Mark waltzed in.  They dropped their luggage in the front hall, and
Pat ran to his father.  Father and son hugged each other until they felt
their ribs collapsing.

In the meantime Jimmy was staring at Mark in disbelief.  Pat's
fiancé was a dude.  Pat was gay.  The realization of that
overwhelmed him, and he became mute, and unable to move.

On his part, Mark was staring at Jimmy wondering who this was.  Did Sam
have another son?

It seemed like forever before Sam and Pat separated, and finally Pat
noticed Jimmy.  His eyes filled with tears, and he embraced his old pal.
Jimmy hugged him back.  "What are you doing here?" Pat asked Jimmy.

Sam grabbed Jimmy's hand.  "He lives with me now," he explained to Pat.
"We're partners."

"You're both gay?" Pat asked in disbelief.

"Yes, we are, and what about you?  You tell me you're bringing home your
fiancée, and your fiancé turns out to be a man.  I'm
confused.  Are you gay, and why didn't I know?"

"I kept it a secret, because I didn't want to spoil my friendship with
Jimmy.  That's why I went to school so far away.  I was afraid I would do
something stupid."

"I kept my secret for the same reason," Jimmy sobbed, and the two young men
fell into each other's arms.  Both Mark and Sam felt bile entering their
stomachs.  Were they going to lose the love of their lives?

Sam for one was not going to let it happen.  He separated the two men, and
wrapped his arm around Jimmy's shoulder.  Very quietly, and seemingly
without emotion, he said, "Pat, I love Jimmy very much, and he loves me
now.  Nothing is going to change that."

"Oh, Dad.  Don't worry.  I love Mark with all my soul.  Nothing will change
that either.  Rest assured," he added, "we may be a continent apart, but we
four will always be family.  In fact, next Christmas you come to us.  It's
a hell of a lot warmer."

"That sounds like a plan to me," Jimmy said, "and the best thing of all,
Pat, is that you can have your old room back."

Mark had been standing around too stupefied to contribute any meaningful
conversation.  Suddenly, he found his voice.

"Group hug," he declared.