Date: Thu, 1 May 2003 01:41:03 EDT
From: KissAndCuddleGem@aol.com
Subject: Dad's Just Desserts (Installment 9)

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.


Ryan surprised Casey, to say the least, by taking charge of the situation;
and literally pushing Casey out of the door.  Casey, within five minutes,
was seated comfortably inside a black-leather interior Lincoln luxury car
next to a distinguished young man at least in his thirties meticulously
dressed in a navy blue light-wool-blend suit and who he barely knew at all.
He was smiling very noticeably, thinking in his mind that a nice, big smile
painted on his face would surely mask the nervousness he was feeling.

"Please forgive me if I am being too forward.  But I just cannot help
myself.  I must tell you: You look breathtakingly beautiful this evening,
Ryan", Richard was saying in an alarmingly sincere tone.

Casey's initial thought was: "Oh, God, this guy is sleaze with a capital
"S"...what have I gotten myself into?"

However, this then came to mind: "Well, maybe he is simply trying to be
nice.  This is just his way probably of breaking the ice.  After all, we
are on a date."

Casey felt very much tested, as if Richard was looking for the correct
reaction.  So he resolved the above conflict in his mind by responding in
turn: "Richard, you look quite handsome yourself.  Very nice threads; and
quite becoming on you."

Richard, apparently liked what he was hearing; and glanced sideways at me
while we were briefly paused at a light.  There was a pleasant warmth in
his eyes and this seemed to soften the effect of the redness in his cheeks
from the evening air.

They were ushered in as if royalty; and shown to a semi-private table in
this very classy and posh continental-cuisine restaurant.  The place exuded
with ambience.  Casey wondered in half-jest if perhaps the plan was to wine
him and dine him; and then take him.  Richard regaled him with stories of
his youth, particularly his college days and success on the chess team; and
a few humorous anecodes about his obsessive-compulsive father and his
almost continuous aiming for perfection and tidiness.  He said that he
missed his dad and always would; that he only recently had begun exploring
his sexuality; and that, while he has glanced at gay-culture "literature"
and has been discreetly to a club or two he saw listed in the same, he has
not had any same-gender date until just now.

Richard suggested that a toast was in order.  Raising their glasses of
marsala in the air, he looked deeply into Casey's eyes and said very, very
softly: "To friendship and romance and new beginnings, hopefully for us
together."  Yes, he was enjoying himself and Casey was very much-aware that
he apparently was the source for this enjoyment.

They each dined on a most succulent cornish hen; and Casey commented that
the stuffing was simply extraordinary.

Richard, during dessert, gently took Casey's hand; and cupped it in his.
Their fingers now intertwined, Casey began to smile when it was evident
that Richard was looking at his chest and making no effort for him not to
notice; and he found himself wondering if Ryan advised him right as to the
cleavage thing.

Casey had been thinking during the early portion of the evening: "I will
let the evening end politely, making sure not to hurt Richard's feelings;
but also making sure that things did not go any further than one kiss."
Well, three champagne toasts while enjoyng a sorbet dessert and a half a
bottle of marsala consumed between the two of them certainly did make Ryan
a bit woozy, even giddy perhaps, as they were en route home.

"Ryan, let me be the first to say that I have enjoyed this evening
immensely."

"As did you, Richard....oh, I mean I, excuse me.", Casey replied, laughing,
openly giggly away, at his foible.

"You know, here is a thought.  The family home regrettably is going to be
placed on the market.  It would be great fun for me to give you a personal
tour of the premises, it is a historical landmark, by the way, and I very
much believe you would appreciate its aesthetic qualities as well as that
of the many antiques decorating it."

Casey was, well, sort of "out of it", and simply was not picking up on the
fact that Richard, far from a ninny, had realized that Casey was a bit
drunk.  He had very much let his guard down, charmed by Richard's charisma
and this mature, genteel quality he seemed to be immersed with.  "Will
Princess Anne be joining us?  I do hope so, for the tour I mean."  Richard
laughed at this stab at humor; and gave Casey a knowing wink.  Well, once
inside, Casey informed Richard that he felt a bit woozy; and had to sit
down.  He also commented that he felt very warm.  Richard said that he
would ring for Benton to check the cooling system; and suggested that Casey
would feel less warm if he undid just a few more of his shirt buttons.
Casey, at this point, however, was staring straight ahead, very fixated on
the mantel over the fireplace: He was hearing Richard's voice; but not
really absorbing the substance of what was being conveyed.

Richard then sat down with Casey, joining him on the sofa in very close
proximity.  "That's okay, you are just tired.  Let me do the honors.", and
with that, Richard unbuttoned the few remaining buttons on Casey's shirt.
Richard completely removed his jacket and tie; and seeing Casey not really
taking this in took things a step further and completely removed his shirt,
exposing his heavily matted hairy but somewhat sagging highly masculine
chest.

Richard began to passionately kiss Casey directly on the lips with a very
firm wet planting.  Casey, still very much in his stupor, kept thinking:
"Oh, this must be the good-night kiss I had in mind for our evening to end
with."  So, thinking this, he reciprocated with regard to the kiss; and as
Richard leaned in found that he was enjoying all of the kissing very much.
Then, as Richard pressed his upper torso tightly against his chest, he
found that he was becoming very aroused, close to semi-hard.  He was
saying: "All I ever wanted is to be loved.", but his thinking was muddled
and he was not really aware of the situation as it actually was.  Richard
slipped his hand inside Casey's shirt as Casey was mumbling this line; and
slowly, gently, began to caress in a circular motion the area of his
nipples.  It was at that very moment that the alarm was finally sounded for
Casey, with images of Ryan's face hovering over him in a larger-than-life
form and with Ryan's words, "We don't want to sell the cow." blaring
through his mind.

Casey jumped to his feet; and abruptly stated: "Richard, you must take me
home this very instant.  I will gladly consider seeing you again, so long
as you keep your end of the bargain.  I'll come by tomorrow morn at 11 to
pick up the records.  My cousin must be worried about me by now; and I hope
you understand, be patient with me...."

Richard feigned ignorance as to what he had been up to.  Casey, at that
point, felt very dizzy; and, a bit oblivious to Richard, was focusing
intently on being able to get into the car.

When a guilt-ridden Casey finally stumbled through the door at 2:00 AM,
dazed and confused, Ryan was standing right there.  Ryan took Casey by the
hand and led him to the living room sofa.  He then hugged Casey so tightly
that Casey was struggling to breathe.  "We go back tomorrow for those
records, right?"  Casey nodded a "yes"; and, upon Ryan loosening his grip,
kissed Ryan with the passion of a soldier returning to his true love from
the battlefields.  Ryan, in response, led Casey by the hand into Ryan's
room and plopped him right on the bed; and Casey smiled as Ryan began to
undress him.  He then tossed off his robe; and Casey, now lying on his
back, looked up admiringly at a totally nude Ryan.  The timing for taking
things to the next level seemed to both to be very much right.