Date: Sat, 03 Jul 2010 14:22:31 -0700
From: Greg Bowden <jg.ps@gte.net>
Subject: Tell Him You Love Him

The boy went to the bathhouse not expecting much. There wasn't, he thought,
much to expect--at least here. He wanted only one man and he knew he
could never have him. That didn't stop the boy from thinking about him,
from populating nearly all of his masturbation fantasies with him. But
still, a boy has his needs...

He checked in and asked for a particular room. The man at the desk asked
why that particular room and the boy said, "I saw it last time. It just
looked..." he shrugged, "nice, that's all." The deskman shook his head and
handed him the key to the room.

"I hope you find everything you want," the deskman said, buzzing him
in. The boy nodded, knowing he wouldn't.

In the room the boy looked around; it was just as he remembered: a single
bed, away from the door, a nightstand next to it and a single locker
screwed to the wall, opposite the door. On the nightstand there was a
cottage cheese tub, now filled with condoms, and a paper bowl holding a
handful of little lube packets.

He closed the door, undressed and hung his clothes in the locker. He took a
tube of gel out of his pants and forced some of it into his ass, wiping his
hands on the towel that was folded up on the bed. He used the towel to
protect his hand from the heat and unscrewed the bulb in the light fixture
over the bed and then, in the dark, carefully refolded it and laid it on
the nightstand, next to the condoms. Satisfied, he opened the door and
stretched out on the bed, on his stomach.

Several people walked by and looked into the boy's room. Some of them
thought to themselves that he had a very pretty ass but none of them
entered the room. The boy was nearly asleep when the man looked in. The
light was such that all he could clearly see were the rounded mounds of the
boy's ass and a little of the boy's balls, showing between his legs.

The man studied the ass displayed by the light coming through the door from
the hall and thought how smooth it looked, how rounded and firm looking it
was. The balls intrigued him as well and he wondered how they would feel in
his hand. When he felt his dick begin to fill out he stepped into the room.

"Kind of dark in here, don't you think?" he asked, resting his hand on the
boy's ass.

"It's supposed to be," the boy said, not raising his head from the
pillow. "It's part of the fantasy."

"Part of the fantasy?" The man moved his hand across the ass until his
thumb rested over the crack.

"Yeah," the boy said. "That turn you off, that this is a fantasy?"

"Not if the fantasy involves this." The man pried gently at the divide
between the globes of the boy's ass. "What is it? What's the fantasy?"

"You're my dad and you... you know, you want to fuck me. I don't want to
see you because if I do I'll know you're not my dad and then the fantasy
goes away."

The man took a step back and closed the door. "How old are you, son?" he
asked, putting his hand back on the boy's ass.

"Twenty-two," the boy said softly.

"That puts me in my mid-forties somewhere, doesn't it," he said, working
his thumb into the divide.

"You okay with that?"

His thumb touched the little brown pucker and rested on it. "I'm
forty-six," he answered.

The boy raised his hips from the bed a little and moved to reach under
himself. The man realized the boy's dick must be getting cramped up,
pressed against the mattress as it was. "Here, let me do that," he said,
reaching under the boy. He'd been right. The boy's dick was trapped between
his body and the bed and needed to be straightened. He liked the feel of it
in his hand.

Slipping into the fantasy the man said, "I used to bathe you, you know.
When you were little." He chuckled. "You've grown since then. Grown a lot."
His thumb was gently rubbing the boy's little brown pucker.

The boy reached back and took the man's dick in his hand. "I never saw you
naked," he said, running his fingers up the shaft and across the head. "But
I've thought about you a lot, how big you'd be, how you'd feel in my
hand. How you'd feel inside me."

The man smiled in the dark and pressed his thumb a little ways into the
little brown pucker. "So how do I stack up?"

The boy pushed back a little so the man's thumb would go in a little
deeper. "You're bigger than I thought, thicker." He wrapped his hand around
the man's growing erection. "Maybe too thick. You going to be gentle?"

"As gentle or as rough as you want, Son." His thumb slipped further into
the boy, past the knuckle. "You've done this a lot?"

The boy smiled, although the man couldn't see it. "Not so often. Maybe with
a few guys... But none of them were my... were you." He let out a
sigh. "Can we start now? Please?"

"You in a hurry to get this over with?"

"No! I just... I just want you inside of me. I want to feel you on my
back."

"Covering you? Protecting you? Am I such a poor dad that I haven't done
that?" The man's thumb pulled gently at the edge of the little pucker,
stretching it.

It took the boy a long time to answer. When he did, it was with a note of
resignation in his voice. "No, you're nearly a perfect dad and certainly a
lot better than most of the other guy's dads. It's just... Just that I'm
different. I don't love you the same way other guys love their dads." He
sighed. "It's hard to explain."

The man smiled. "It's hard to explain from both sides."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

The man withdrew his thumb and touched the boy's little pucker with his
index finger. It slipped in past the second knuckle. "That your dad... that
I might be different too. Might not love you the way other dads love their
sons. That I might be scared of that."

The boy groaned and pushed back against the man's finger. The man slid his
middle finger in alongside his index finger. "Oh, yeah, Dad. Do that."

The man added his ring finger to the others and pushed them into the boy as
far as they would go. The boy whimpered. "Please? I've waited so long for
this."

The man withdrew his fingers and found the cottage cheese tub in the
dark. He took a condom out of its foil packet and turned, facing the
bed. "You want to put this on for me? Find out how big I really am?"

The boy sat up and groped in the dark until he found the man's hand. He
took the condom and found the man's balls, pulling him closer. "Your balls
are bigger than I thought they'd be." He bent down and kissed the wrinkled
sack. "Smoother, too. Mine came out all hairy."

The man ran his hand along the boy's body until he encountered his pubic
hair. It felt lush and very long. The balls, lying below a very big and
very hard dick, were covered with a thick coat of hair. They felt heavy in
his hand.

The man held the boy's balls while the boy unrolled the condom on him. When
he was finished he stretched out on the bed again, on his stomach. Again:
"Please?"

The man got on his knees between the boy's legs and touched the little
pucker with the head of his dick. "I'll go slow, let you get used to me,"
he said.

The boy took it faster than the man had expected. Once the head was inside
him the boy pushed back and took the rest of it in one smooth motion.

The man lowered himself onto the boy's back, resting his weight on him,
pressing him into the mattress. The boy heaved a sigh and lay still,
savoring the feel of the man's weight. They lay like this for a while, both
liking the closeness.

"May I start now?" the man asked. "I'll be gentle, I promise."

The boy nodded in the dark. The man couldn't see the nod but felt the boy's
okay. He pulled back a little, now supporting his weight mostly with his
arms. He pulled back until only the wide flare of the head of his dick was
inside. He paused and then slowly pushed back in until his balls were
resting on the boy's. Without a pause he slowly pulled back.

The boy let out a long sigh.

"You okay?" the man asked.

Again the boy nodded in the dark. As an afterthought he whispered, "Yes."

The man pushed back in and set a rhythm. Every time he pushed in the boy
whispered, "Yes."

When he had to rest for a moment, the man stretched out on the boy's back
again, pushing him into the mattress. "You like this, Sparky? What we're
doing?"

"Oh God yes," came the reply. "You?"

The man raised up a little and pushed into the boy as far as he
could. "Yes, more than you probably know." He paused just a moment and then
said, "You should know... I'm not too keen on doing it the other way."

The boy tightened his sphincter, making the man flex his dick. "That's
okay. I guess I'm not either. At least with you. What you're doing? It's
what dads do."

The man pulled himself up a little and went back to slowly stroking in the
boy. After a while he asked the boy to roll onto his side so he could touch
him.

Without answering the boy rolled over, taking the man with him. The man
kissed him on the back of the neck and then took the boy's dick in his
hand, not working it, just holding it.

The boy sighed. "Oh Dad, why didn't we do this a long time ago?"

The man kissed him on the neck again and said, "Because you were too young,
Sparky. You had to decide this is who you are and this is what you want;
you had to tell me, just as you did."

The boy was quiet for a time and then began pushing back when the man
pushed into him. The man didn't go faster but did change his angle a
little. When he did that the boy sucked in his breath and let it out in a
long, quiet moan. Then he came.

The man actually heard the first shot hit the wall across from the bed. The
second hit the floor and the others, seven in all, splashed on the bed and
in his hand, making it slick. The man helped the boy along, stroking along
the length of his dick, making the orgasm last.

When it was over and the boy's breathing had slowed to near normal, the man
asked if he wanted to rest a bit.

"No. Please," the boy whispered. "Just like you were."

The man kept on, moving inside the boy with long, slow strokes. Eventually
there came a time when he couldn't do it anymore. "I'm going to come,
Sparky. Oh, my lord, I'm going to come."

He did, and worried the rubber might break with the force of it. When he
started the boy moaned and came again, right along with him. It took a long
time.

It took several minutes for them to come down from the intensity of their
orgasm. When they did the man began to withdraw from the boy.

"No!" the boy cried, reaching behind him to grab the man's body. "Stay in
me. Please!"

The man chuckled. "I'm not going anywhere, Sparky. It's just that you have
to remove the condom after. Otherwise it might come off inside you." He was
slow coming out of the boy, making him feel it. Out, he slid the rubber
off, tied it and then wondered what to do with it.

"There's a little wastebasket under the nightstand," the boy said. "Give it
to me."

The man pulled himself up and climbed over the boy. "I'll do it," he
said. "I'll need a new one."

He disposed of the rubber, found a new one and got back on the bed, this
time facing the boy. He slid his hands over the boy's body until he found
his dick. It was, if anything, harder than ever. "You know," the man said,
leaning in and kissing the boy, "old dads sometimes need a little time to
recover."

The boy took hold of the man's dick and found it hard as glass. "But not
dads like you, I think."

"No, not like me, at least not when I'm with you." He found the boy's hand
and put the rubber in it. "Will you?"

The boy carefully tore the packet open and slowly unrolled the rubber over
the man's shaft. When it was in place he threw one leg over the man. "Can
we do it this way?" he asked. "I'd like to kiss you while... You know."

"While we fuck?"

"Dad!"

"It's okay, Sparky. It's not swearing to say it while you're doing it."

The boy giggled. "I've ever heard you say that word before, Dad." He kissed
the man. "When you say it, say..." he hesitated as though working up some
courage. "When you say fuck, it doesn't sound dirty at all."

The man rolled the boy onto his back and lifted his legs to his
shoulders. "That's because it isn't dirty, unless it's said in anger. When
it's said with love it's just sexy." He touched the head of his dick to the
boy's little pucker, which was quite a bit more open than it had been the
first time. "Ready?"

"Go slow. Please?"

"Was it so bad when I did it before?"

"No. No, it was wonderful. It's just that... well, that I want to feel it
go in."

The man bent over and kissed him. "Then slow it is, Sparky. As slow as you
want it." He pushed in, slowly filling the boy with his dick. When he was
about halfway the boy suddenly grabbed his ass and pulled as hard as he
could, pulling the man in the rest of the way.

"Hey," the man laughed. "I thought you wanted it slow."

"I did but then I couldn't stand it. I had to have it all."

The man started, setting up a slow rhythm and making sure he hit the little
nut of pleasure often. Each time he did, the boy groaned.

The man lasted longer than the boy, who came twice while they were at
it. Then, at the end, when the man finally had to let go, the boy came
again.

"Oh, God," the boy said, when they were toweled down and lying face to face
on the narrow bed. "It can't always be like this, can it? I mean, it never
was before."

"It's what we want it to be, Sparky. Sometimes, you know, you want to do it
fast, just get your rocks off."

The boy laughed and turned playful. "You mean like sticking it through a
hole in the john wall?"

"You ever done that, Sparky? Just stuck your dick through a hole and let
some guy get you off?"

There was a sparkle to the boy's voice. "Sure. Why not?"

The man kissed him. "No reason. You do it the other way too? Suck some guy
off, just for the hell of it?"

The boy nestled against the man's chest. "Would it bother you if I did?"

"No, I don't think so. Not so long as you're careful."

"I'm always careful." He took one of the man's nipples in his mouth and
sucked on it.

The man's body jerked and he sucked in his breath, holding the boy's head
tight against his chest. The boy took the other nipple between his thumb
and forefinger, squeezing gently. After a while the man reached down and
found the boy's dick. It was hard.

"You trying to get me started again?" the man asked, pushing his hardness
against the boy.

The boy sighed. "Not really. But we could if you really want to."

The man pulled the boy's head up and kissed him. "No, Sparky, I'm not sure
I could and I don't want to find out. Besides, it's very late. You should
be home, in bed. Alone."

The boy stretched against the man. "Yeah, so I can jack off thinking about
you."

"You'd do that?" The man added it up. "After five times already?" He
laughed. "I think I've created a monster."

"Maybe the monster was already there. Maybe you just set it free." He
stretched again.

"Free or not, it's still late and I, at least, need to go home to bed. To
sleep."

The boy turned serious. "Thank you," he said quietly. "Thank you for
lov... for fucking me." He found the man's lips and kissed him. "Thank you
for being my dad."

The man sat up on the bed and put his hand around the boy's waist. "Sparky?
Do me one favor. Tell your dad at home." The boy started to say something
but the man went right on. "Tell him you're gay and tell him you love him.
You don't have to tell him how you love him, just that you do. Okay?  Will
you do that for your dad?"

The boy sat in silence for a long time before he whispered, "Okay. I'll
tell him."

The man kissed him. "Thank you." He paused for a moment and then said,
"Okay, I'm going to go take a shower, get dressed and go home. I'll use the
shower down in the locker room and you can use the one up here, by the gym.
I'll be gone in twenty minutes." He kissed the boy again.

The last thing the boy heard was, "Don't forget your promise." Then the man
was gone.