Date: Wed, 19 Feb 2014 19:58:45 -0800 (PST)
From: Dave Ledge <mikedave01@yahoo.com>
Subject: Daniel and Dad, a Romance, part 5

Daniel and Dad, A Romance, Part Five

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From Daniel 4:

And then Dad surprised me once again.  "This is not the right time, but I
can't wait any longer', he said.  He kneeled in front of me on the floor in
front of the love seat where I was sitting.  He took out a ring case and
opened it up.  In it was a very beautiful emerald ring.  Somehow he had
learned that emeralds are my very favorite stone.

With the most serious expression I had ever seen on his face, he asked me,
`Will you marry me?'"

To say I was thunderstruck would be an understatement!  All kinds of
incoherent thoughts flashed through my head.  I must have been so
overwhelmed that I started to faint.  For suddenly Dad was holding me in
his strong arms, calling out my name with real anxiety.  I came back to
very quickly and I hugged Dad back to reassure him.  When I could finally
speak I said, "But John, how could we get married?  Our consanguinity is
much too close for marriage."  (And, yes, being a doctoral student in
English literature does rub off on you.)

He flushed big time then and looked at me very closely.  "Daniel, that is
something we have to talk about."  Wordlessly I handed him my Cognac glass
for a third drink.  The first one had been for the surprise of this
spectacular apartment that Dad and I were going to share as lovers.  The
second was for the impending divorce of Dad and Mom.  I looked over at the
bottle to make sure there was more left, in case I needed it after Dad's
next revelation.  Thankfully there was.  Dad also made a sign that the bar
in the apartment was stocked, too.

He was rubbing his hands together and I could tell he was trying to compose
himself for what was coming.  "Daniel", he started, "Daniel", he tried
again.  My big league lawyer Dad was never tongue-tied.  My own anxiety
level started to rise, but mixed with that was extreme curiosity. What the
fuck could reduce my Dad to incoherence?

He tried again, "Daniel", and then stopped.

My patience suddenly snapped.  "Out with it, John, dammit!"

He gave me a very sheepish smile and his coloring finally returned to
normal.  He tried again. "Well, Daniel, you're not my son.  I mean you are
my son, but you're not my son. Is that clear?" he asked painfully.

"As clear as mud water", I answered.  I took his face in my hands and said,
"Now in words of two syllables, what the fuck are you trying to say?" I
asked in exasperation.

This time he poured himself a glass of Cognac and motioned me to drink some
of the drink he had poured for me that I had ignored.  "Dutch courage", eh?
Interesting term in American EnglishÉ (Ever the English major.) We both
drank in silence and drained our glasses.  I then turned to him with a
"You'd better the fuck talk now" expression. He recognized it immediately.
He didn't look at me, looking at the floor instead, and he spoke very
quietly.  "When your Mom and I had no luck having children, we both finally
got tested to figure out what the problem was.  Turns out that I'm
infertile.  She is or was very fertile."  He looked up at me quickly and
then turned his eyes back to the floor.  "I've got `Henry VIII syndrome' or
the equivalent.  We both desperately wanted children.  We both wanted you."

I had started to cry, without knowing it.  Dad went on, "We both agreed to
a sperm donor."  He looked at me again and then looked back at the floor.
"But neither of us wanted just any sperm donor. We wanted someone we knew.
And I, especially, wanted the man to be from my family.  I finally decided
to ask my second cousin Greg to be the sperm donor."

I had an immediate and very vivid flash of "cousin" Greg.  I had always
called him "Uncle Greg".  I now knew why.  I also now realized why he was a
real Uncle.  He had been such a good guy to me my whole life and was a
major part of my life.  He had always given me well thought out birthday
presents.  We had done all kinds of things together, too.  He taught me to
fish and hunt in rural Pennsylvania.  And, yeah, he was my Dad, too.  I
finally also understood my body.  I was almost a spitting image of Uncle
Greg.  I was shorter with big shoulders like him.  I guess my Dad's family
DNA was very powerful, when fertile.  I also had another realization, a
sudden epiphany.  And I knew I was right.  I raised Dad's face to mine.  I
had to ask.  I had to know.  I did smile though.  "So, John, he was your
childhood lover, wasn't he?"

I think he wanted to sink into the ground at this point.  I waited.  At
this point I had all of the time in the world.

He finally surfaced with a teary face.  "Yes, he was.  Do you hate me now?
I had no intention of recreating him in you.  I just wanted you to be.  I
never had any intention of creating you as my lover through him.  Please
believe me.  It's just that I trusted him with my life from our times
together and turned to him automatically.

Wow.  Truth is stranger than fiction some times.  I now understood why my
Dad and I were destined to be lovers.  And, yes, he's still my Dad.  Uncle
Greg is, too.  And nowadays you can certainly have two Dads.  To be honest
I have no sexual interest in Uncle Greg, I just realized.  I guess that's
nature working out that genetic father/son can't easily be lovers.
However, my real Dad who raised me was going to be my lover for the rest of
our lives, I also realized.  This was our destiny.  We got here through
very twisted paths, but this was going to be us finally.

I had to ask first.  "So, John, we're second cousins once removed in terms
of marriage?"

He smiled his gorgeous smile, which twisted my heart.  "Yes, Daniel, he
said."

"Then, John, carry me over the threshold of our bedroom and fuck the shit
out of me!"

And he did.  He really is strong.  I'm not a small guy and now I knew the
reasons for that.  But he had no problem lifting me up in a Fireman's
package and depositing me on our bridal (groomal?) bed (to be).  I have to
admit that I was super glad I didn't have to act virginal, though!  Tonight
had been really tough.  At this point I just wanted to get my brains fucked
out by the hottest guy in the world.  I knew we'd sort everything else out.
I did have a chuckle when I thought about being the "blushing" bride who
planned out a society wedding.  So, very, not going to do that.  Dad could
hire someone to do that if he needed.

We pretty much ripped each other's clothes off.  This was going to be
primitive and very basic.  Him in me.  We'd be civilized tomorrow.  Not
now.  Damn, I love his body!  I love his cock.  I was very glad I was used
to him in me.  He barely applied lube before ripping me open.  This
wouldn't be a long fuck.  No.  Within minutes he came in me, yelling out
his orgasm.  Super hot!  I loved it.  But then, I decided to return the
favor in spades.  I was still hard from the hard fuck where he hit my
prostate big time, but hadn't cum for all kinds of reasons.  I shocked him
by lubing myself up and then penetrating him big time.  He had already
started to relax, which was a good thing for him.  He relaxed into the fuck
and understood the reasons for it. Yeah, this was going to be a partnership
of equals.  If he could work it out we'd be married as Mr. and Mr.  Nothing
else would do.  And yeah, I fucked him well enough that I hit his button
enough that he got hard again and came as I came in him.  We both collapsed
from overload and Cognac then.

The next morning was one of those amazing mornings in NYC where the weather
came up from the South and it was amazingly warm and balmy for April.  We
both woke up sort of bleary eyed and sated.  We were both sweaty and full
of each other. We dumped each other's loads in the beautiful toilet and
then had a very long and very sensual shower together.  And then we talked.

Dad said, "Daniel, please believe me, I did not create you as my partner to
be.  This whole relationship is such a surprise to me."

I had to respond.  "John, I do accept your protestations.  However, I think
at some level, you had to have known that our relationship was possible.
You might not have thought that it was likely, but you are surely smart
enough to have known that it was possible and have hoped for it."

He then disappeared into the bed into the bed covers, obviously totally
embarrassed.

"And John", I said, "I'm still figuring out how I might have been created
for you and your pleasure, unintentionally or not.  But I'm way enough me
to know that I'll do whatever I need to be me fully.  And what I need and
whom I need is you.  And, John, just as I'm yours, you're mine, too."

He shook himself like a dog.  "You mean that?  In all ways?"

I answered.  "I'm willing to bet that Uncle Greg and you were very equal in
what you guys did growing up?  Is that right."  He nodded his head.  "Well,
that's us, too, it seems."

He shook himself again.  "So where does that leave us?" he asked.

"Well, I now have two Dads and you and I are Dad and Son and second cousins
once removed and we can get married.  I can't wrap my head around of that
yet.  But I will.  I love you more than anything, more than life itself," I
declared.

And he answered, "Daniel, I love you beyond anything, and life itself, too.

Dad then looked a bit hang dog then. "Daniel, you never did answer my
question.  Will you marry me?"

I studied his naked beauty just long enough to worry him on purpose before
answering, "You better fucking believe it, John!"

He laughed out loud, but couldn't help himself and said, "Language,
Daniel!"

"New York, John", I answered.

He looked at me with his beautiful face once again and surprised me by
asking hopefully, "Brunch?"

I laughed and threw a pillow at him.

"Yeah", I answered.  And make it a great one as we celebrate the first day
of our engagement and our future life together."

"Our engagement and our future life together", he repeated.  He gave me
another beautiful smile and started to appraise my still naked body.  By
now I could read his mind.  "Brunch" I said, very firmly. He laughed and
said, "Aw", but reached for new clothes.  I did the same but smiled to
myself since I already knew the "agenda" for the afternoon. LOL!