Date: Wed, 21 Feb 2007 17:15:50 -0800 (PST)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dads Dilemma 04

The story below is a work of fiction, set in the
format of reality. Any resemblances to real people,
alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in
nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon
persons, in towns, cities, countries, nor governmental
areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene
involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then
you should not read this story. Additionally, if you
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Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction.
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"Dad's Dilemma" 04
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"I remember you always came here when you wanted to be
by yourself."

I looked up. I knew the voice, but didn't speak. Most
likely, my face was doing the asking.

"I thought that might have been Steve and his
girlfriend this afternoon."

"Then it's true. That was your SUV at the Pines Motel
and...."

My head tilted forwards, my chin almost touching my
chest, I looked at the chips.

"You can say it. It's the truth."

"You... you followed a guy into room 104?"

"Yep," my dad said solemnly.

"How long has this been going on?"

"A year or so."

"And you've been sleeping with mom all this time?"

"Well, yes, but no," he contradicted himself, further
saying,  "Sleeping, but let me explain something."

"I wish you would, dad. You have me totally confused
here."

"Don't go being so hard on your old dad. First of all,
it's not like your mom is being so innocent, either!"

My head slowly picked up, turning, my mouth guiding
out the word, "What?"

"Yup. It's true. Like me, she's taken up with someone
else, but it was long before I started meeting men."

"Wow. You are really gay, then?"

"No less than you."

"Yeah, but I'm not married. I don't have two sons."

"True, but I think you are old enough to understand."

"Mom is seeing a guy?"

"Yep. Caught her one day when I came home sick."

"Wait. You caught mom naked, in bed with a guy?"

"There hasn't been a lot of love between us for quite
some time."

"This is a lot for me to digest."

Our guy to guy talk went on for about an hour, until
we both took time to scan the horizon, seeing the sun
set. It seemed strange how glorious the sunset was,
compared to the news we shared.

"So, like life goes on, mom and you just went through
the motions."

"Very good perception. I was hoping you would want it
to be that way."

"What about Steve?"

"It's not the first time I've seen Steve's car out
there," dad pointed over his shoulder, "at the Pines."

"He knows?"

"I suspect."

"I can't believe my best bro didn't tell me."

"Don't be so hard on him. Did you ever think that
maybe he thought it wasn't his place to tell? Maybe he
thought he was protecting you?"

"Or maybe he was so shocked out of his gourd, like me,
that he didn't want to say?"

"Could be, but how are you thinking now?"

"It's weird dad. I need time to think."

"Of course. I think we better head home."

"Dad, I want to tell you something."

"What?"

"I want to let you know that this doesn't change how I
feel about you."

"I love you too, son."

Even though I just found out my dad is gay, it didn't
change the fact he could put his arm around me and
give me a hug. It was a different feeling of love and
it made me feel alright.

We decided on walking in the door separately, so I
gave dad a five minutes head start. I knew the reason
for being called `unusually quiet' at the dinner table
by mom, but took up with the conversation with school
activities. After dinner I watched some TV, but
couldn't keep my mind a hundred percent attuned to the
story. When it was bedtime, I decided to turn in.
Heading to my room, I detoured and went to Steve.
"How did the motel go?"

"It was okay."

"Okay? You have your first gay sleep-in and it's just
`okay'?"

"It was great."

"Your enthusiasm is killing me," Steve said
sarcastically.

I entered a more cheerful plea of, "It was really
awesome."

"You checked in okay, right? Did what I told you?"

"Adam did. We got into our room okay."

"So, who sucked who? Or?"

"Adam mostly sucked me. I had the urge to fuck him,
but we didn't do it."

"Alright! Ingraham man on top!" He acknowledged, by
high-fiving me.

"Steve?"

"Yeah?"

I didn't mean to change the subject, but I was
bursting with knowledge!

"Something strange happened while we were at the
Pines."

"What happened to my car?"

"Nothing. I didn't put a scratch on it."

"You spilled your food on it?"

"We didn't get food until afterwards."

"Then?"

I sat there on my bro's bed for like a minute's
silence. Then I figured out something. Dad said
something about seeing Steve's car at the Pines. I
wonder. I decided to put Steve on the spot.

"Steve, have you ever seen dad's SUV parked at the
Pines?"

He suddenly slipped from his cheerful self, into a
conversational coma. He tossed his last sock towards
the hamper, missed, got up to pocket it, then came and
sat down next to me.

"I suppose you're old enough, so here goes... You saw
dad with `that' guy, didn't you?"

"Steve, we... dad and I had a talk about it."

"He saw my car, I take it and he knew you were driving
it today?"

"Right."

"I never thought in a million years this could work
out somewhat coincidental. Of all days to be..."

"So, you know dad is gay?"

"Yeah. How does it grab you?"

"I'm not sure. It's a new feeling and I need to think
about it."

"What did your friend think?"

"Adam was as surprised as me. Fortunately he said he
can keep it quiet."

"One plus for you."

"Yeah. He's always kept our secrets."

"Like what?" Steve inquires.

"Nothing that would shock you now!"

With that out in the open, I went to my room. I saw
midnight, then one a.m., two a.m., got groggy around
three and fell asleep.

`Next morning, I woke with a start, sitting up in my
bed. Was yesterday a dream or real? I made it to the
edge of my bed, slapping my legs over the side, still
fixed on the idea about dad. As I showered, rubbing my
hands over my bod, my mind strayed from dad, to Adam.
Becoming more aggressive, my right hand found it's way
to my cock. While my left hand skimmed over my bod, I
found something interesting. My nips were very, very
sensitive, causing a reaction below. Then it
registered. So was Adam's nips. I recalled how he
moaned when my tongue slid over them. Second
recollection had me thinking about having my teeth on
his nip and biting harder,  pulling away from his
chest and how it made his moaning more intense. In
lieu of a mouth, my thumbs and fingers replicated it,
squeezing hard. "Oooooooooh", I moaned to myself.

I giggled, because I discovered my hand wasn't on my
cock, but it throbbed. I then found my hands to be
pleasure tools, rubbing my nips, squashing them,
acting retroactively to excite my loins!

"Jaaaaake... breakfast!"

What a bummer! My eyes jumped wide open, as if I heard
her full force, as if mom's voice billowed in my ear.
The humor returned, as I realized the sound floated up
the staircase, entering my room, then the jon right
next door. Steve and I shared the same lavatory, but I
knew he was long gone, off to his job in construction.
He had opted to enter the workforce, earning his way
through college, at night.

"Last call for breakfast!"

Turning off the water, I hopped out of the shower. I
blamed myself for the subsiding erection between my
legs. Be it, the feeling churning between my legs had
been pleasurable, but missing breakfast was on my mind
too. One thing is, I didn't want mom coming up the
stairs and knocking on my door. Sometimes she didn't
wait for me to acknowledge her! So, I threw on a tee
shirt and jeans, handcarrying my socks and sneakers to
the diningroom table.

"Where's dad?" I asked right away.

On plate sat the crusts of bread, at dad's place, a
half a cup of coffee.

"Your father had to go off early this morning."

You know where my mind went with this one!

However, when I met with Adam, telling him everything,
his response was quite innocent.

"You can't go jumping to conclusions, Jake. Maybe your
dad had to go in early."

"Maybe."

"Besides, it would cost him another twenty bucks."

"Not unless the other guy is paying."

"I wonder who the other guy is?" Adam throws the
question out.

"I didn't ask."

"It wouldn't be any of our business anyway."

"I wonder who the other guy is that my mom is seeing?"

"Your mom? How does that go?"

Adam was my best friend. I figured if I could trust
him with one secret, then I could trust him with two!
So, I told him.

"Your dad caught them doing it, huh?"

"Yeah."

"This is funny though."

"What is?"

"It's more mysterious thinking about who was with your
dad, than your mom."

"Why?"

"I dunno. Maybe because we're gay. Holy cow!"

"What?"

"Did your dad ask who the other man is... was, with
you?"

"I didn't come out and say. I mean, my dad knows I
almost strictly, on the average, hang out with you,
besides when I told him I was driving Steve's car, I
mentioned I was taking you and bringing you home from
school."

"So he knows about me being your lover?"

Now there's another development. Being someone's love
before and after sex, brought a whole new focus on the
word, `lover'.

"Are we `lovers' now?"

"Weren't we lovers before?"

Adam came back at me, quickly. I thought fast.

"Sure."

"I think," Adam started going psych on me, "now that
we've had sex and are lovers, it makes it more
profound."

"Profound, huh?"

"Sure. Like an infinite feeling."

"Infinite? How so?"

"Closer. Like I feel we can do anything. Live anywhere
and feel close."

"Like after next year, when we go our separate ways
for college?"

"Something like that."

As with me, Adam grew very quiet. We stopped walking
on our way to school. The school bus passes us. Only
the noise it made, caused us to wake up out of our
private reveries.

"We better hustle!"

With our racing feet, my mind was carried along. With
the school in sight, I began to refocus on the math
exam.

The day went on without incident. Adam came quickly to
eat, but informed me he had to report for swimming
practice. It's one sport I wish I showed an interest
in, on account of it's kind of cool to see all of
these guys in their speedos and not have a reason for
spying! Still, I went to every swimming meet. Of
course I told Adam it was to see him, but it did boil
down to more than this reason! I had my activities and
I'm sure seeing some of the guys in my activity,
Archaeology Club, with their clothes on could be
somewhat stimulating. I kind of had the hots for Scott
Madison, but swore he wasn't gay. He was too `cool'.
But then again, I thought Adam to be `cool', so where
did I draw the line on traits? I tried comparing the
way Adam acted when I first met him to Scott. He was
too interested in girls. That alone set my feelings
reeling towards the aspect of being heterosexual.
Everytime one of the girls found something
interesting, on a dig, Scott made such a big deal
about it. When one of the guys found a cool object, it
was, `that's nice', spoken solemnly.

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