Date: Mon, 22 Mar 2010 10:22:05 -0400
From: J K <imawriter123@gmail.com>
Subject: Funny things happen part 12

Funny Things Happen, part 12

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As I lay in the bed in the motel room with Mark's arms around me, all I
could do was replay the events of the day in my head, from me kissing him
in the car to me walking out of his dorm room.  And every time I got to the
end of the thought I was crying again.  Finally Mark turned to look at me
and said,

	"David listen to me, you did what you knew that you had to. You're
probably right you may never have had that opportunity again, and
truthfully I think that I would have done the same thing.  Feeling that way
about someone isn't a bad thing, it's a wonderful thing. There is no
stronger love than that of true blood, there just isn't.  You know my
family story, I wasn't really close to them at all, my mother and I didn't
really get along, and my father while we were OK he too was far removed
from everything, and of course you know that I have no brothers or sisters.
I basically had no family life at all, until I met you.  It may have taken
me 36 years, but I found family in you and Josh.  You are my partner my
husband, whatever you want to call it and I consider Josh to be our son.
That was the greatest gift that god and you gave me.  David, he loves you
and I love you, everything will be fine, I promise."

I just looked up at him and into his eyes, I knew that in one sense he was
right everything was going to be fine, but on the same token, I still
didn't have and never would have what I really wanted.  Yes a selfish
thought, but that's the way I felt and that was it.  After that thought, I
just said "I know, and thank you for being in my life." And finally just
fell asleep.

The following morning I was awoken by a gentle kiss and a whisper in my
ear,

	"Time to get up sleepy head, we've got a long drive back to San
Diego today.  Go get in the shower so we can grab some food and get out of
here."  I just smiled at him and responded,

	"Yes sir!"  He chuckled and gave me another kiss and pat on my ass
as I got out of the bed and wandered over to the bathroom.  As I stood
there waiting for the water to finally become a tolerable temperature, I
started replaying yesterday in my head, and once again started to cry.  It
was a torturous cycle that I could see was going to be going on over and
over again.  Both Mark and Josh were right, I needed to get over this, I
just wasn't sure that it was possible.  When you've loved someone for so
long and so much, just turning off or walking away from those feelings
isn't that easy.

	After I finished my shower and was out in the room getting dressed
Mark looked over at me and asked a question that I was really hoping he
wouldn't, but he asked,

	"Are you going to call Josh?  We've got enough time to grab a cup
of coffee with him and then head back."  I looked back at him with an
almost deadly glare.  I wanted to do that so badly, but I was afraid to,
all that would do is just reinforce my feelings, but being who I am, how
could I say no?  As torturous as it would be, it would give me one more
chance to see him again probably before his birthday-that is if he even
decided to come home for it.  So I just looked at Mark, nodded and picked
up the phone to call him.

Not surprisingly he picked up on the first ring,

	"Hey Dad! How's it going? You guys get home ok last night?" Just
hearing his voice put a huge smile on my face and I said,

	"Actually, we're still here in Stanford, Mark decided that it had
gotten too late to drive back last night, so we stayed over in a motel.  Do
you want to grab some coffee before we head back south?" I barely even got
to finish the question when he said,

	"Absolutely!  Come over and pick me up I know exactly where to go!"
God, the sound of his voice, and change of attitude was like a ray of
sunshine.  I guess Mark was right, he had just needed time to breathe.  So
I said,

	"You got it, we're going to check-out and we'll pick you up in a
few minutes, we're only about 5 minutes away."  And I hung up.  I looked
over at Mark, and he just stood there with his arms folded and a big smile
on his face and said,

	"Told you so, he just needed some time to breathe and work through
it.  He's fine, and so are you.  So let's get out of here already."  It
really was a sick thing, both Mark and Josh could read me so easily, I
didn't realize how transparent I was.  Then again, these were also people
that I loved and loved me back so I suppose that made a difference too.

As we drove into the parking lot, there stood Josh with one of his million
dollar smiles on.  He looked radiant and happy, as well he should be.  He
was embarking on a brand new chapter in his life and I wanted him to enjoy
every second of it. It was a very special time in his life, one that he'd
never have again.  As he jumped into the back seat, it was just like old
times, he was talking a mile a minute about everything that he'd already
discovered in the last 12 hours.  How the guys were in his suite, types of
music, which one he predicted was going to be the easiest and also most
difficult to get along with, how they complimented on certain things.  He
sounded so happy and that made me happy.

As we sat in the coffee shop talking -- well Josh was talking, Mark was
holding my hand under the table, for support which I truly needed.
Watching him there talking away with that smile and exuberance just made me
want him more and more and more.  I needed to get out of there before I
jumped over the table and kissed him again.  I squeezed Mark's hand to make
him let go of it and excused myself to the rest room.  As I got up to walk
back to it, I could feel both of their eyes boring into me, but it didn't
matter I had to get up before I made the same mistake again and this time
in front of Mark.  I stood there holding myself up on the sink staring into
the mirror, looking at a pathetic excuse for a man who couldn't grow up
enough to just let go.

Finally I splashed my face with cold water and started to walk out of the
bathroom when the door opened and there stood Josh.

	"We were getting worried about you, I know sometimes coffee can
turn your stomach, but you've never been this long. Are you OK?"

It took every ounce of energy that I had not just grab and throw him to the
floor and rape him.  That's how badly I wanted him, but all that happened
were words,

	"Yes, I'm fine.  Must be something in this coffee, or my own
stomach has the jitters about the 7 hours home alone in a truck with Mark."
He just looked at me and laughed and said,

	"God Dad, haven't you already figured out after all these years
that you are a terrible liar?  Listen to me you're going to be fine.  Mark
love's you.  You love him.  That's all you need, trust me."

That last statement actually hurt me, he left out the `I love you', but it
is what it is.  He loves me as his father and that's it.  So I've got to
deal with it and move on.  I looked back, smiled and just said,

	"I know, and you're right everything will be OK."

So we walked back to the table to see the waitress handing the check to
Mark, I guess that meant it was time to go.  He looked up and said,

	"Hey babe, just looked at the time, I hate to say this but we've
got to get a move on, if we want to get back to San Diego before midnight."

So as we headed back to the dorms to drop Josh off, there was an eerie
silence among us.  I don't think anyone really knew what to say at that
point, there was a major turning point coming up in about five minutes.
Mark pulled into a spot in the parking lot and we all got out of the truck
and just stood there looking at each other in silence, until Josh finally
went over to Mark gave him a big hug and kiss on the cheek.  It was so
beautiful seeing that it just made tears well up in my eyes. I could see
how much they had come to love each other really as father and son, just
like that it was a perfect pair.  Josh finally turned and very slowly
walked over to me, we stood there staring deep into each other's eyes and
then he basically fell into me.  Wrapped his arms around me so tight that I
thought he was going to squeeze the life out of me.  Ever since Mark moved
in he and Josh had been training together at the gym. While he was nowhere
near Mark's size he was big and strong -- a lot stronger than me.  But he
kept me in his embrace and whispered into my ear,

	"Daddy, I love you always have always will.  Remember how you've
told me all along that you would be there for me, anytime, anywhere,
anyhow?  Well I'm going to say the same to you. And now, not only do you
have me, but you have Mark too.  I'll be home for a visit before you know
it! I love you, always. Now get going!"  And with that he let go of me said
good bye to both of us and ran off.

I walked over to Mark and just held onto him as tightly as possible.  My
boy was gone, off to his new and exciting life, and I hope that he enjoys
it the way he's supposed to.  Mark turned me to look at him directly in his
eyes and said,

	"Come on, he's all set, time for us to go home, and anyway I've got
a surprise for you there too!" Ah, it finally dawned on me, that's why he
wanted to stay last night.  Because in thinking about it, it would have
been late by the time we got back, but no reason to stay over, and then I
realized that the motel room magically had one room left.  He was a sneaky
son of a bitch, but that was just one of the many reasons that I loved him.

As we drove back down south the hours and road seemed to just go on forever
and ever, and at some point I must have fallen asleep, because the next
time I looked out the window of the car, I saw our apartment complex.  I
looked over to Mark, and he chuckled and said,

	"5 and a half hours my love, and you slept like a baby, whether
you'll sleep tonight, who knows but definitely no coffee for you after
dinner tonight!" I just started laughing, he was such a beautiful caring
loving man, who understood me like no other.  Didn't care how I felt about
anything no matter what it was, he was there to support me.  I truly was a
very, very blessed man, and in all honestly probably didn't deserve what I
had.

As we pulled into the garage into our normal parking space I once again got
a jab into my heart the next spot over was empty-it was Josh's spot. After
getting out of the truck, I just stood there staring at, unaware that Mark
had come over to me, put his arms around me and whispered into my ear,

	"You're going to be OK, he's going to have the time of his life,
and you will now get the opportunity to do the same thing."  I looked at
him very strangely not really understanding what he meant.  And then it
dawned on me, this was the first time I had ever actually been on my `own',
without a kid and in a good situation.  I didn't have to worry about where
he was, or where I needed to be to be able to pick him up.  It was a
strange feeling, but I looked up at Mark smiled and said,

	"You're right and I get to do it with the most wonderful man in the
world." He smiled, kissed me and took my hand as we walked over to the door
into the building.

	As we walked into the apartment it was a strange feeling -- a
different feeling that something was missing.  Of course I knew what it was
but I really had to try and get past this, this was the way it was going to
be for the next 4 years if not permanently going forward, just something I
had to accept. As I walked into the kitchen, I was once again met with the
smile of a beautiful man who looked at me and said,

	"You want a glass of wine babe?  If you're hungry we're going to
have to order in, I forgot that we hadn't gone food shopping so I didn't
stop on the store." I just looked at him and said,

	"Sure, there should be some Pinot left in a bottle in the wine
fridge if not just pop a new bottle, you'll probably have to anyway I think
I think I'm going to want more than one. And I'm not really that hungry,
but you can order if you want and maybe I'll pick off your plate."  He
looked at me smiled, got me the glass of wine and I walked out onto the
terrace and just stared into the Pacific Ocean watching the moon reflect
off of it.

I didn't even hear him come out onto the terrace until he came up behind me
and wrapped me in his arms around kissed up and down my neck, nibbled on my
ear and said,

	"I love you David, I love you very, very much. You are a wonderful
loving caring sweet man, and I don't deserve you, but you know what?  I
have you, and I'm never going to let you go.  I will never let anything
hurt or happen to you.  Everything is going to be absolutely fine I promise
you. Now, it's time to do something else."  I turned around and looked at
him and found a very devilish grin on his face. I have seen that look
before many times it could only mean one thing.  And before I even had the
chance to finish the thought, I felt my arms under my knees and my feet
lifting off the ground.  I was being carried inside and up the stairs to
our bedroom.

He lay me down on the bed and started kissing me from my forehead, down
over every square inch of my face, sucked and bit my lips down my neck, and
in one quick move my shirt was off and I was being licked and kissed and
sucked on in every possible place that I could think of.  The next thing I
knew my pants were gone, and then I felt nothing.  I opened my eyes to find
a pair of deep blue eyes staring directly back at, no into my eyes, my
mind, my soul.  I felt and saw such love and passion in him, like I had
never seen before.  And in a split second, he was on top of me, his hands
on each side of my face, his tounge deep inside my mouth, trying to get as
deep in as possible. His tounge left my mouth and I felt myself being push
further up on the bed as he lick down my neck and chest until he reached my
dick. And in one movement swallowed me whole with a sucking that I had
never in my life felt before, if he kept this up I was going to shoot in
seconds.

But over the years he had learned my body well enough that he knew my
movements and sounds, that he let go to prevent that from happening.  He
let me slip out of his mouth , but continued to lick down and around until
I felt his wet tounge on my hole.  He had licked and rimmed an eaten my ass
hundreds of times already, but this time there was something different.
The feeling, the aura, even the feel of his breath on it was different, but
I didn't even have time to process it, because the next thing I felt was
his mouth on it, his tounge in me.  It was being pushed in and being sucked
out at the same time.  I had never felt anything like this before, there
really are no words to describe the feeling, I was moaning, groaning making
sounds that I didn't even know existed.  He just kept going and going, it
was truly incredible, and then it all stopped.  I once again opened my eyes
to see his staring back into mine.  He once again came in and pushed his
tounge into my mouth, swirled and sucked and jabbed, and then once again
left and made it down my body again, this time down my legs to reach my
feet, sucking in each one of my toes on my left foot then my right. I then
felt my legs being wrapped around his waist, my body once again being
repositioned, and then feeling what was like a wet ball against the opening
of my hole.  But I knew that was no ball, that was the head of a man's dick
that I had had in me so many times, but again I knew this time was
different.

It was going to feel different physically to mentally.  And in one quick
push he was all the way in me.  I felt every inch as deep in me as
possible, slowly circling around , and then stopping again.  I once again
opened my eyes to see him staring at me, at this point I thought it was
going to be the same deal again with him leaning in to kiss me, but it
wasn't.  This time he just stared at me with a look of love, and passion
and then I saw the difference.  It was not only love and passion and
devotion that I always saw, there was a fourth element this time.  There
was fire in his eyes a deep animalistic lust that was so powerful I could
feel it exuding from his every pore.  Our eyes stayed locked as he started
to slowly move in and out of me.  They were slow gentle thrusts that I knew
would soon change from slow to general to hard to rough to lustful and
beyond.  This was more than just making love, this was an explosion of lust
love desire and desperation.  His thrusts became faster and harder and
longer and more powerful each time.

His tounge and once again found it in my mouth and deep in my throat, hell
I think at that point he was trying to get the tip of his tounge to meet
the head of his dick, and there were points I thought that he might succeed
at that goal.  We were both dripping in sweat, but he continued to pound
and thrust I had already cum twice without even touching myself.  He hit my
prostate every time he drove back in.  But I soon felt him reaching that
point I could feel him get rougher and faster, I could feel his dick
expanding in me until he came to that point of no return and let out a
growl of which I had never heard before.  And all at the same time, our
eyes had never unlocked, never blinked , he finally collapsed on top of me
almost panting and rolled us over with him now on his back and me on top of
him with his arms wrapped tightly around me and his dick still lodged
deeply inside me, leaned up gently kissed me on the lips and said,

	"David I love you."

I just started to cry and said the same thing back to him, wrapped my own
arms tightly around him and layed my head down on his sweaty chest and
closed my eyes.  It was the most incredible sex that I had ever had in my
life.  Never had I experienced anything like that, and I doubt I ever would
again.  There was only one problem with this, underneath it all I wish it
was something that I could have done with Josh, not Mark.