Date: Wed, 3 Aug 2005 01:58:18 EDT
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Fishing for the Truth

			   FISHING FOR THE TRUTH
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     "You've got to tell him." Mom said to Dad. It was like four-thirty in
the morning, but I was awake. Not that being awake at four-thirty is
anything to be happy about, but Dad and I were going fishing; you have to
get out there before the day gets too hot, the fish bite best in the early
morning hours. I knew that, so did Dad, we'd been doing this every few
weeks for years. So when their alarm went off, I just heard it through the
wall and woke up myself. I'd done this so often before...so why did this
time feel kind of...different?
     And that was why I pressed my ear to the wall when I heard Mom and Dad
talking in their bedroom next door.
     "You've got to tell him!" Mom said again, louder.
     "I'm going to." Dad said, and I could hear the sigh in his voice.
     "When?" Mom pressed him. "When are you going to tell him?"
     "Today, out on the lake, okay?" Dad said and now he was angry.
     "You've said that before." Mom dismissed his idea.
     "I'll tell him!" Dad insisted.
     "You see that you do." Mom said. "Because if you don't, I'm telling
him the moment you get home, and believe me, you aren't going to like the
way I tell him!"
     "Okay, okay!" Dad said.
     I rolled back onto the middle of my bed and threw my hand over my
face, just my fingertips touching my forehead, my cheeks, my middle finger
pressing on my eyelid. God, so it had come to this! Mom and Dad were
getting a divorce and they were ready to break it to me!
     It wasn't like I hadn't known it was coming. The arguments at night in
their bedroom, the things I'd heard...and hadn't heard...them doing.
     Still, there's something so damned permanent about saying the
words. So far, I could delude myself. Mom and Dad weren't breaking up, they
would stay together, this fight was only temporary, a small thing, it would
blow over...but not after the announcement. Then, every fight was just
confirmation of those words...we're getting a divorce."
     It wouldn't affect me that much. I'd be going away to college soon as
the school year was over. When I came home...where would I go? I'd have to
figure that out.
     Maybe I'd end up going to the local university...had Mom and Dad
thought about that? Would they even keep this house, or would I be coming
back to two one-bedroom apartments and have to sleep on sofa beds! I felt
very much like the little birdies do, when they realize that one day Mommy
and Daddy are going to boot them out of the nest and it's fly, birdie, or
die!
     Mom came to get me at five a.m., just get dressed and we'd go and eat
on the drive there. Breakfast bars, donuts, a thermos of coffee each (I'd
begun drinking coffee at sixteen as part of our fishing ritual). By
five-thirty, Dad and I were out the door and on the road.
     I ate nervously, jerking, startled, every time Dad would clear his
throat. Normally, our rides were when we'd start talking. This time, the
silence was just terrible.
     As we'd planned, we got to the lake about six-fifteen, just before the
sun came up. The sky was lightening, showing the heavy fog on the lake. The
air was brisk, but not cold...it was going to be a warm day.
     We rowed our boat out into the lake, the oars making liquid drinking
sounds as they bit into the water. I was rowing, Dad sitting and looking
out across the water, me watching him so carefully. His face was squarer
than mine would ever be, his jowl was the kind that you knew one day would
turn his cheeks hollow, leaving them to stand out as heavy lines. For now,
though, they were just strong, he seemed almost solemn, majestic, as much a
part of this lake, these pines, this fog we were cutting into.
     After a time, we were far enough out onto the lake that the shore had
disappeared in the fog, the trees reverting to gray shadows. It was a good
place to stop as any, I stopped, and we put our lines into the water.
     This was it, the best possible time for Dad to drop it on me. I waited
for him to do so, and the silence stretched out.
     "So, Dad." I said after a time, not able to bear it. There comes a
time when you have to hear the bad news, get it over with, the waiting is
worse than the news. "What's going on with you and Mom?"
     "Who told you about that?" Dad asked.
     "I sleep next door, remember?" I said. I took a deep breath, I had to
say the words even if I didn't mean them. "If you two are splitting up, I'm
cool with it." The words came out in a leaden drone. But at least I'd said
them.
     "Relax." Dad said. "We're not splitting up."
     "Huh?" I was surprised by this. I had been listening at the wall for a
long time, remember!
     The silence returned for a time, and I had to break it again.
     "Dad, I don't get it." I said. "What is going on? If you two aren't
getting a divorce, then what's with all the fights and the.... What I heard
through the wall.... I mean, I know this sounds crazy, but if you aren't
getting a divorce, then what are you doing?"
     "You've been really listening to us, huh?" Dad said. "Spying on us at
night? Listening to us bouncing the mattress?"
     "Not hearing any of that." I said. "That why I assumed you two were
getting a divorce. Man and woman, they fight all the time and stop, uh,
bouncing the mattress, what else are they going to do?"
     "Work out something else." Dad said.
     "So what did Mom say to tell me and she was going to tell me when we
got home if you didn't?"
     "Later." Dad said firmly.
     "Okay." I said. I didn't know how to feel. I'd been so busy thinking
Mom and Dad were divorcing, I hadn't thought of anything else. Okay, I
wasn't going to lose my home. I wouldn't have to sleep on a sofa bed when I
came home from college. Or I could go to college here, and sleep right in
my own bed.
     "So, Mike, how's it going with you and Phyllis?" Dad asked me.
     "Huh? Oh...okay, I guess." I said. "Phyllis" was my "code name" for
Phil, my latest flame. I had done anything with Phil, he was a straight guy
and on the football team, but he was the focus of my fantasies and it was
easier to create a girl if I stuck close to the facts as I could. So
Phyllis was a cheerleader so she could go to all the games, and she had
Phil's classes with me, and if he and I talked, it was that Phyllis and I
talked, that sort of thing. After a while, I'd break up with "Phyllis,"
before it was time for her to come meet my parents, and I'd pick another
stud at school to be the basis of my fibs.
     "You've been dating her for a while, eh?" Dad said.
     "Well, yeah, what is it, two months now?" God, I had better dump
"Phyllis" but fast!
     "Just wondering when you planned to bring one of your girlfriends by
the house." Dad said. "I'd like to meet one of them."
     "I will." I said. "Soon, really. I just...feel kind of weird, you
know? You two meet the girl, it's like she's going to be the only one you
imagine. It's not like I'm dating anyone steady, really."
     "So why do we only hear about one girl at a time?" Dad asked.
     "I see other girls." I mumbled. Hating the lie, but hating what the
truth could do more. "I just tell you about the ones I think are special."
     "Like Phyllis?" He asked.
     "Sort of."
     "Or Marcia, or Thea or Davida." Dad pressed.
     "Yeah." I said. Like I said, if you kept close to the truth, you
didn't have to remember as much.
     "It's just that I had an interesting experience last weekend." Dad
said. "Took out your school yearbook. Wanted to get some idea of what kind
of girls you were dating."
     "Yeah?" I said, my stomach wrenching up into a knot.
     "Yeah." Dad said. "I knew these girls were all in your class, so I
figured I could find them with just their first names. You never told me
their last names, you know."
     "Yeah." I said again, this time it was a small note, barely audible.
     "I couldn't find Phyllis, or Marcia, or Thea or Davida." Dad
said. "But I found Phillip and Mark and Theo and David."
     What do you say when it happens? What can you say when your house of
lies is burst through like the tissue paper it is? I had built a huge
mansion of them, and that didn't help at all. It came apart and went
swirling down the drain.
     "Dad...." I said after a time.
     "Yes, son?" Dad said to me.
     "I'm sorry." I said. I guess that's the best thing I could have said,
thinking about it.
     "It's all right, son." Dad said. "I had to find out some way, sooner
or later. This way was about as good as any."
     "I'll go away to college." I said. "I don't have to come back, if
that's what you want."
     "What I want? God, son, I want you to stay and go to college right
here! If you're dating this guy, what's his real name, Phillip?" I
nodded. "Bring Phillip by. We'd like to meet him."
     "I'm not dating Phillip." I said. Managed a smile. "Wish I was,
though."
     "Is he the blond-haired guy with the football jacket and a small scar
on his right cheek?"
     "Yeah." I agreed.
     "He's cute." Dad said. "I can see why you'd like him."
     I got the biggest lump in my throat you could imagine. "Does Mom
know?"
     "Not yet." Dad said. "You should get to pick when and how you tell
her. Only, just don't shut her out of this part of your life. Give her the
chance to understand. If she doesn't, she doesn't, but give her that
chance."
     "I will." I said. "I promise."
     "Good boy." Dad said. "What do you say we head in for a while? Fish
aren't biting today, I think it's still too cold for them. Let's go to
shore and let the water warm up, come back out in an hour."
     I nodded. "We can fish on the shore." I pointed out. "Water will warm
up there quicker."
     "Good idea." Dad said.
     It was Dad's turn to row, we always alternated such things. Dad aimed
us for a part of the lake that was away from the road that had led us here.
     Partway there, he said, "One thing, Son."
     "Yeah, Dad?"
     "Have you done it with anybody yet?"
     "You mean sex?" I said. He nodded. "Not yet. I think about maybe
putting an ad in the paper or going to the bars, but...I don't know. It
just seems too dirty, that way. I've been kind of hoping I'd find somebody,
you know, somebody special. I wouldn't have to fall madly in love with him,
but God, I'd like to at least know who he is and something about him."
     "The first time is really special." Dad said. "I know that mostly
because my first time was like you said, and it was awful."
     "Awful how?"
     "We're pulling into shore now." Dad said. I looked around, we were
heading for a stretch of tall grass.
     "You going to land there?" I said. "Won't be deep enough to fish." I
said.
     "We got better things to do than fish." Dad said.
     "Like what?" I wanted to know.
     "Truth." Dad said. "It's time for it, don't you think?"
     Time for the talk. "Okay." I said.
     I didn't ask questions, I just helped Dad land the boat, and followed
him out into the tall grass. It gave way to a meadow, with trees. Logging
had been going on here last year, and returned this year. A fallen tree,
its branches still bearing green leaves, lay fallen on the ground. Dad sat
down on it and I sat beside him.
     "So, tell me, Son." Dad began. "What kind of guy are you looking for?"
     I hadn't expected this! "Well, I don't know." I said. "Somebody nice,
I guess." I looked down at the ground, a black beetle was down there
crawling along.
     "Nice-looking?" Dad said. "I noticed that about the four guys you
picked."
     I had to smile sheepishly at that. "Yeah, nice-looking would be
nice. But he's going to have to be nice in other ways. Someone I could
love, you know?"
     "I know." Dad said. His arm went around me. "Somebody you can talk
to. Somebody to share your life with. Someone that likes what you like,
someone who cares about what you care about, someone who will go with you
wherever you go, share your dreams and your secrets...."
     I laughed. "You're reading my mind, Dad." I said.
     "Nothing to it." Dad said. "It's what everybody wants." He cleared his
throat, harumph! "Would it bother you that the other guy was older than
you?"
     "Not really." I said. "I mean, if he was right all the other ways, I'd
be stupid to let a little thing like age keep us apart."
     Dad's hand rubbed up and down my arm. "Just how good-looking would the
other guy have to be?"
     "Uh...." I said, looking at his hand on my arm, the hairy fingers like
four white caterpillars wriggling there.
     "Would somebody that looks like me have any chance with you?" Dad
said. That hand clenched me pretty tight, it kind of hurt.
     I turned my head and looked into Dad's face, his eyes were intent on
mine, his face serious, his lips...yearning.
     Dad reached his face towards mine and kissed me. Just a quick peck and
he raised his head back again. "What do you say, sport?" he said.
     "I...." I gulped real hard. "Dad, I..." I gulped again.
     "If you don't want to do it, all you have to say is no." Dad pointed
out.
     I swallowed very hard and then I said it. "Yes."
     Dad's smile was as slow and as beautiful as the sunrise. When his face
reached back for me, I met him halfway. His mouth was warm, his tongue slid
into my mouth and it was like being born all over again!
     I sucked on his tongue when he got it all the way inside my mouth,
sucked on it and tasted the raw masculinity of it, my Dad, my best friend,
the man I spent so many happy weekends with...
     When Dad turned loose of my mouth and kissed my neck, I said, "Oh,
God, Dad, I love you!"
     "I love you, too, Son." Dad sighed. "My God, I've been waiting for
this weekend! Ever since I found out, I knew I had to try this!"
     "Yeah, Dad." I said as his hand came in and cupped my balls. "Yeah,
Dad!" I said again, and my own hand went to his thigh.
     Dad lowered me back onto the log, my end was higher than his. His
hands were tugging on my shirt, my jacket spread wide, my shirt unbuttoned
by the force of his will, and under that a T-shirt that he was working
upwards to bare my stomach, and his hands were touching my body now,
touching me!
     "Oh, God, Dad!" I breathed. "Dad, I..." And his kiss stopped me again.
     Dad was straddle of the log now, he lifted my further leg up and over
so I could be the same, and then he was back on top of me, this time our
groins grinding together. My hands cupped Dad's buttocks, and I pulled him
onto me and ground back, feeling his manhood a hard blob against my
own. Oh, jeez, was this going to be my first time, with my own Dad? Yes,
oh, yes! Who better? Who else was there who I loved, who I shared things
with, who I could be myself with?
     My shoes and my pants, my jacket and my shirt came off as if in a
dream, I was like dough in my Daddy's hands, he was in charge of me,
anything he wanted was fine. He removed his own clothes as I lay there like
a limp doll, watching this man, the man I loved, making himself available
to me. The weather was cold, but I hardly felt it, his nipples were firm
from the cold or maybe it was the passion, but his body as he lay it down
on mine, now completely touching my own, was warm, so warm! The fog of the
morning was gone by now, the sun was well up in the sky, it was warm enough
for me!
     I felt his cock like a hard, sticky sweet roll oozing all its sweet
juices out onto my prick as it rubbed over me, and my foreskin was moving
by the pressure of his cock on mine, and it was a delightfully erotic
feeling, this manhood-upon-manhood, father-upon-son, flesh of my flesh and
it was stirring my own body into an ever-rising joy.
     "God, Dad, let me suck you!" I begged him after a time, after the
pleasure of his body had driven me so far that I had lost any sense of
shame or shyness, that the need to take him within me was so much stronger!
"Please, Dad, I want to suck it, please!"
     He smiled and, still my master, straddled my chest, his legs barely
big enough to let him do this, enough that the weight of his body was
lessened upon mine, but not entirely, and he held his dong out to me and
presented it for my desire.
     I tentatively touched my tongue to its tip, and the salty precome
dotted my tongue-tip, a slimy, smeary glob of clear liquid, and I lifted
back and it strung out between us and when I reached back again, the glob
dripped between us and landed on my neck. Now I took the entire glans
within my mouth, and tasted his cock for the first time, the first time for
me to taste any man's cock, and I felt how hot and how spongy it was, and
how it was gentle and sweet upon my tongue.
     "Oh, yeah, Son, that's the way. Show Daddy how well you can suck me,
baby, show me how well you can do it."
     Well, I know what to do, from watching a porn movie with a friend
once, watching how the girl sucked that guy and I was squirming as I
imagined it was me sucking that fat dong, and now I had my own fat dong to
suck on. I took it deeper in my mouth, held it a while, pulled back again,
slowly, imitating that girl on the video. But that girl had been putting on
an act only, I found out, for Dad groaned with his frustration at my
slowness and his hands, his strong hands, caught the back of my head and
showed me the right way to please a man, by forcing me to suck him faster,
faster!
     I took over sucking him at that rate, and his hands let go, let me
suck and worship his pud as I moved up and down, and he groaned, and his
moans of lust stirred something so deep inside of me, I hadn't known it
existed. It isn't until you make love the first time that you can see this,
feel this, about yourself, how much you need to have another person to make
love to, that the act of making love is so much more than masturbation
because of that other person, how the entire act becomes something that
isn't mechanical, not something that a machine could do for you a lot
better if you could build it right, this was something only a man could
give to you, by giving you himself, and you knew you were pleasing him by
the tenor of his groans, by the swaying of his body, by the tension that
you felt within him by feeling it within yourself, and I was connecting
with my Dad now, he was my lover now, this change was complete and
irrevocable, and we could never go back.
     I slowed upon my work, and Dad grinned down at me, said, "I know, Son,
it takes some practice. You just rest a while and I'll do yours."
     I goggled at him, wide-eyed as he moved down and bent over and his
hand caught my prick, and then his mouth and I crooned out in sheer raw joy
as his lips brought ecstasy to me, by the swift, expert, adept motions of
his lips upon my cock.
     "Oh, God, Dad, you're so good, you're so good!" I moaned as Dad's
mouth sent waves of raw pleasure surging through me. "God, Dad, please,
God, yes!"
     I was panting like crazy, my climax imminent, and then Dad let
go. "Whew!" he said. "You are hot, aren't you, Son? You nearly came, didn't
you?"
     "Yeah, Dad, yeah!" I groaned. "Please, do it some more."
     Dad shook his head. "We got one more thing to do here today, Son, and
I'm not letting anybody else have my boy's cherry, I'm picking it
myself. Now, come on, up off that log and get me wet again, I need a lot of
lube if I'm going to get it into your virgin butt."
     I knelt and sucked on Dad again, and as I did, I wondered. I knew how
hard it was to suck a cock at all, now, much less to do it as swiftly and
easily as Dad had. As for working up spit, his mouth had oozed it upon me,
and I was having a lot of trouble getting my own mouth to let out anything
on Dad's cock.
     "Come on, Son, spit on it if you have to." Dad urged. "I'm near to
bursting myself here, come on, boy, get it wet!"
     I did what I could, working my mouth and after a time, my saliva began
to flow of itself. This must be what Dad had done, I realized, as my mouth
slathered Dad's pud with a heavy coating of slimy spit.
     "That ought to do it, Son." Dad whimpered. "Now, turn around and bend
over, boy, we got some work to do here."
     I put my hands on the fallen tree trunk and the next thing I felt
after the cool morning air hit my exposed ass was the wet, slimy kiss of
Dad's dong! It pushed against my butthole and then it was expanding my
sphincter as it pressed inside of me.
     "Oomph!" I grunted in surprise. Dad's cock was a nice-sized piece of
man-meat, but to my little puckerhole, it was like having a baseball bat
rammed in there! My body exaggerated the feel of Dad's dick as he pushed at
my ass, and I grunted, winced as my body reached its stretching-point, and
broke! "Oh, ah, AGH!" I moaned.
     "Oh, uh, uh, first time is always a bit rough, Son." Dad gasped. "Just
relax, baby, it'll fit in, you'll see, just relax." And he pushed at me
again.
     God, it hurt! I groaned, and wondered if I wanted to be gay after all!
But my lot was chosen, I couldn't have stopped Dad now if I'd tried, he was
ramming at me with thrusts that caused me to lose my balance and I ended up
falling down over the log, and Dad followed me down and continued to
thrust, and I slid forward off the log and Dad stepped back straddle of the
log to keep his dick firmly inside me!
     From this position, I wasn't falling any further, and when Dad shoved
into me, he only ground me against, the log, my thighs were grating on the
bark, but the bark was kind of soft, it gave somewhat under Dad's thrusts,
crumbled away where the pressure was too great, and I stayed where I was.
     "Oh, yeah, Son, that's got it, I got your cherry butt, Son." Dad
panted. "Now, let's get you back upright so I can finish up, my nuts are
boiling as it is, baby!"
     I moved more under the power of his hands as they pulled on my thighs
to right me again, and I put my hands back on the log and now I was
standing and Dad behind me, and Dad's hands kept me in place now as he
began to hump at my ass.
     I felt the hard tool pumping in and out of me, and I realized that I
was being fucked, that my own Daddy was fucking me, and I crooned again as
I felt Dad's cock fucking me, God, my Dad was fucking me, oh, fuck me,
Daddy, fuck me, oh, yeah, uh, yeah!
     All that came out of my mouth, though, were inaudible grunts and Daddy
was grunting as well, only his were open-mouthed, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, and I
knew that those were the sounds I hadn't heard from Mom and Dad's bedroom,
ever, and my realization crystallized in my head. So that was it!
     And the future that realization promised made me lose it, I was flying
up towards orgasm, and I barely got out, "Oh, Christ, Dad, I'm coming!"
before I came! My cock sprayed that log, my ejaculation was hard streams
that jetted out of me, and the log rumbled with the sound of my come
hitting it, puh-puh-puh-puh!
     "Oh, yeah, Son, oh, yeah, ah, ah, ah-HAHHHHHHHHH!" Dad gasped out and
I felt his cock pulse as he shot his wad into me, and his hips slapped my
buttocks as he fucked me frenetically, whap-whap-whap-whap-whap, and I let
out a cry that echoed through the trees and over the bucolic scene like the
cry of a wounded animal, "AH-AH-AHHH-HAHHHHH!"
     And it was done, my climax complete, and I felt wobbly on my legs and
arms, like they'd suddenly become soft-foam instead of flesh and bone, and
I gasped for air, as Dad reached that same point after me and he bent over
and his arms wrapped around me and held me tight, held me up, even, and we
were stable like that, held in place by the embrace of exhausted love.
     We forgot about fishing the rest of that day. We forgot food which
we'd left in the truck, we stayed in that meadow near that fallen tree and
it was our home, our place, and I still smile when I think of that day, of
that meadow and tree all green with spring and ripe with possibilities. Dad
and I cleaned up and rested and kissed, and then we roused to make love
again, and again. Dad fucked me twice more, and in between times we were
locked in a 69, sucking at each other, even when we were soft, even when
the touch was tender, but the human body is so resilient this way, soon as
the cock had some time to rest, it would lose that tenderness and be
bravely ready to resume the assault once more. I shot load after load down
Dad's hungry throat, and he drank it all every time, and had nothing but
praise for my own efforts, though I could never match his experience.
     As the sun lowered, we gathered our scattered clothes, dressed, and
went back to the pickup. A brief meal and we started the trip back home.
     Halfway there, I said, "Well, Dad, you still haven't told me." I
pointed out.
     "What's that?" Dad asked me.
     "The thing that Mom is going to tell me if you don't." I reminded
him. "We went fishing for the truth today, remember?"
     "Oh, that." Dad said, shrugged. "Mom just said that it was high time I
told you I was gay, that was all."
     "You are?" I said, as if I hadn't figured it all out that first time
we'd made love. How Dad's expertise couldn't be due to his age, it had to
be from first-hand practical experience.
     Dad grinned at me. "I didn't tell you because I thought it was
obvious." He said. "I mean, where do you think I learned how to suck your
dick like that?"
     "Other guys?" I queried.
     "Yep." Dad confirmed. "I've been getting it where and as I could." he
said. "Not recently, though. A bit too scary to go to the public restrooms
at night anymore, and not just the police raiding the place like it used to
be. That's how your Mom found out, I got caught in a raid."
     "Yeah?" I said.
     "It's why we moved here from Colorado." Dad pointed out. "Not that I
don't like it better here, anyway. Bigger town, and better fishing, too."
     "So what now?" I asked him. "I mean, you and I are both gay. We even
made love today. Do we tell Mom? Do we even do it again?"
     "Do you want to?" Dad asked me.
     "Sure!" I said. "But how?"
     "Well." Dad said. "If you stay here to go to college, we'll have
plenty of chances."
     I thought it over, Mom and her odd-hours job, Dad and his
flexible-hours job, both with some odd hours, me taking classes. Sure, we
could manage a couple times per week when Dad and I could be alone in the
house, even for the entire day if we were careful. Or Dad could slip in to
my room at night instead of slipping out like he had been. Mom must be used
to Dad slipping out at night, she wouldn't wonder where he'd gone.
     "Sure." I said. "We can do that."
     When we got home, Mom was waiting. "Well?" she asked Dad.
     "I told him." he said.
     "And I'm cool with it." I confirmed. "I love Dad."
     "I love you, too, Son." Dad said.
     "Well, that's a relief." Mom said. "Now, bring in those fish you
caught and I'll clean them and put them in the freezer."
     "We didn't catch any fish." Dad said.
     "Not even one?" she was surprised. "A couple of lousy fishermen is
what you two are!" She was smiling as she said that.
     "I don't know about that." I said. "I think it depends on what you go
fishing for." I didn't say the rest of what I was thinking.
     We'd gone fishing that day for the truth. And I'd say we both caught
our limit!

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