Date: Mon, 19 May 2003 15:06:47 EDT
From: KissAndCuddleGem@aol.com
Subject: Dad's Just Desserts (Installment 14)(by KissAndCuddleGem)

This story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons
living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely
coincidental.

Moreover, none of the actions of the characters in this story is presented
with the intent to condone, approve, or sanction their behavior.

The above-expressed disclaimer also does apply to any and all installments
of this story, including those preceding and following this installment.

All questions and/or comments are welcome; and, if you wish to contact me,
please feel free to email me at: KissAndCuddleGem@AOL.COM; and I will most
definitely respond to email, as appropriate.


For Casey and Ryan, the "moment of truth" was very much about to arrive.
The two were seated more or less comfortably in the packed movie theater.
Ryan, extremely aroused by both Casey and the thrill of "doing it" in a
public establishment, was completely focused on the task at hand: With the
head of his hard cock, he was teasing Casey's ass crack through his white,
sheer, actually almost see-through, bikini briefs.

Casey was more or less silent, but was lightly panting in a steady, audible
rhythm.  Ryan thankfully observed that Casey's shaking had completely
ceased.  His hands were now gently gripping Casey's hips and Ryan was very
much enjoying the feeling of the silky material against his loins.

A clank of metal against one of the nearby aisle seats alerted the pair
that they were no longer alone.  Richard, diligently carrying out his
duties as usher, had stumbled in the darkened moviehouse and, in regaining
his footing, had inadvertently dropped his flashlight.  The disturbing
clanking had been caused by the flashlight; and, now with the apparatus
once again firmly in his grasp, Richard was for whatever reason shining the
light from it directly over the area in which Ryan and Casey were seated.

"Mr. Cummings, although I never dreamed I would ever be once again meeting
up with the two of you under such circumstances, you must both come with me
immediately...unless of course you wish the manager himself to be informed
as to what is going on here.", Richard said in a soft,
pompously-professional tone.

Casey was mortified at this development, sitting there frozen; and Ryan,
flustered to say the least, was quickly trying to stuff his now
only-semi-hard member into his Jockeys and zip up his slacks.

Within three to five minutes, the pair had in an orderly military-like
fashion followed Richard into the manager's office and were seated amid the
chaotic clutter there, staring at Richard as if he were a ringmaster
leading the way in the circus.

After a few needless seconds of silence that could only be attributed to
Richard's joy in seeing them squirm, Richard finally began: "Well,
Mr. Cummings, the three of us meet again, so let me just see that I
understand things correctly...the two of you are lovers, right?"

Ryan nodded in agreement, then added: "I think Casey is going to be sick,
please, you must let us go right away."

"Look, Mr. Cummings, I am not a monster, despite what you may think of me.
I can see that.  But it would be best for you, at this point, not to
interrupt."  Richard's voice was husky; and his general tone and manner,
despite his words, quite sinister.

"And you are cousins as well?"

"Yes, that's correct.", Ryan answered matter-of-factly.

"How cozy!", Richard replied, his tone drenched with sarcasm.

"Look, it's not what you think", an "awakening" Casey suddenly blurted out.

"On the contrary, Mr. Michaels, I think it is exactly what I think.  While
I am uncertain as to the precise legalities of your relationship, I do know
this: What I observed you too engaging in and your doing this in this
decent public facility is definitely against the law.  I could have the two
of you arrested on the spot, surely you must realize this."

"What do you want?  Just tell us what you want, Richard, please.", Ryan
shouted.

Richard, pretty much ignoring Ryan's outburst, continued on: "I mean my
helping out an old college frat chum of mine and covering his usher shift
while he is honeymooning is sheer coincidence of course.  But perhaps this
was all fate, predestined, if you will."

"All right, we get the picture, what is the bottom line, Richard?  You
would have called the cops already, if that were your choice, by now.  You
must want something, just tell us what it is...", Ryan, this time
whispering his plea, again interrupted.

"Well, as a matter of fact, there is something that I want...actually, very
much so.", Richard conceded, a slightly impish sparkle displayed in his
eyes as he did so.

"Did you open that sealed envelope yet, Mr. Michaels, the one I had Benton
give you?"

Casey's complexion now went from ghastly pale to a slightly purplish tint.
He was now reliving in his mind that evening he spent with Richard, the one
that had all of these romantic aspects to it in the early portions but
progressed to a close call with a lustful man of wealth in his "Gone With
The Wind"-like mansion.

Casey had indeed opened the envelope, though, in his mind, he felt that he
had not had ample opportunity to share its contents with Ryan; and Ryan was
not pressing him about the matter.  Knowing that Ryan was very much in the
dark, not just as to the contents of the envelope, but also with what
Richard and himself had been engaging in as the evening concluded, a
once-again guilt-ridden Casey was coming to the surface.

Casey was realizing right then and there that he was very much attracted to
Richard; and that he probably always would be.  Yet, in some ways he was
afraid of what he was feeling; and he wondered whether Richard somehow knew
how very much he enjoyed their passionately kissing and how he had become
very aroused, close to semi-hard, as things were starting to heat up even
more.  Casey was valiantly struggling to hold everything together here, but
finding, at the same time, everything he held within him bottled up,
clamoring for release.  He was sick of this charade, of being dishonest
with Ryan in a sense.  He helplessly looked not into his lover Ryan's eyes,
but directly into Richard's eyes, for guidance; and he saw once again that
these grey eyes shined just as they had upon initially meeting Richard, but
this time also noticed this: that they literally gleamed with passion, as
Richard knowingly returned Casey's far-from-subtle gaze.

A confused Ryan began to look from one to the other, still awaiting Casey's
response and very much curious as to what the contents of the envelope
would mean for both of them.