Date: Thu, 11 Feb 2010 15:27:19 -0500
From: J K <imawriter123@gmail.com>
Subject: funny things happen Part 5

Funny Things Happen, Part 5
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As I sat on his bed with his arms still wrapped around me, I didn't want
anything to change at that point, if only this feeling could last forever,
one of peace, love, tranquility and happiness, it truly was a perfect
moment.  I kept waiting for him to finally let go, but he just held on and
tighter than before, as if he was clinging to a life raft scared that he
might fall off.  I finally whispered back to him in his own ear,

	"I love you too, and everything's going to be good now, I promise."
I heard him giggle again, god just that sound made me melt, it was just
Josh, it was his sound, his touch, it was him he just made me melt no
matter what. And he said to me,

	"I know it will.  So tell me, what's the plan of action? Who's
moving out first?"

I just laughed, sometimes he really was too smart and quick for his own
good, but I figured I might as well tell him everything and keep him up to
speed as well, it's not as if he wouldn't figure it out on his own soon
enough.

	"Well I told your mother that since, we are moving out to
California, she can have everything that she wants, because we don't need
it. We'll buy all new when we get out there.  But do make note of something
if you do want to take it, I'm sure there won't be a problem with that.
And tomorrow I'm headed to the divorce attorney's office to get all of the
paper work going, and it can all be taken care of soon enough.  And I
figure we can be out of here and California bound in about a month if not
less."

And once again, his beautiful blue eyes, and incredible smile just lit up
the room and my heart too.  I actually laughed to myself, and thought about
how many girls this man was going to disappoint before he settles down with
the one he wants.  That in itself will be a sight to see, whoever it will
be, will be the luckiest person on the earth.

Before I realized it, I heard him on the phone already talking to one of
his friends, already telling them that they would need to be prepared for
his departure, and how he expected a going away party.  I heard him laugh,
and made a note to myself that I had to be a father here, and warn him NOT
to be stupid, but be careful.  Fuck whoever you want but be safe.

I mean there was no point in having the talk about the `birds and the bees'
talk with him, I'm sure he was a lot faster than his father in having sex
he was now more than half way to 16, and I remember back in my day most of
the guys had already been down that road, so I'm sure he was too.  Hell,
I'm sure he had women drooling at him, and men as well I'm sure.  As I was
just sitting there in my own world of thought, I felt my shoulder being
tapped.

	"Dad, you Ok?"

	I looked up at him, and smiled and just said,

	"Yep fine, just wanted to be the good father and remind you not to
be stupid, when you are partying the night away."  He just laughed at me
and said,

	"Oh don't worry about that.  Trust me, I'm not even 16, and as many
loads and as strong as my loads are, none of them are going to be producing
any mini-Josh's anytime soon."  He smiled and winked at me, and just simply
said,

	"I love ya, and I know we'll be fine.  Anyway I'm running out to
see Mike for a bit, I won't be back too late. You mind?"  I just nodded my
head no, and then he said,

	"Oh should I mention to his dad that you won't need his help
anymore?"  And flashed me one of those devilish smiles, and I myself just
laughed and said

	"Sure, and don't stay out too late"

He kissed me on the cheek, and ran out, leaving me sitting there on his
bed.  I sat there just contemplating everything that had just transpired
over the past 2 hours.  I had just officially ended my marriage – if you
could call it that, I made a major decision to pick up my life and move it
across the country, AND get to keep my son with me.  I was restarting my
life. Maybe I really do have a chance to finally be happy again – for
real.

Before I realized it, the divorce papers were signed, and everything that
Josh and I wanted to take with us which really wasn't much, had been packed
up and shipped off to San Diego to be stored, and we were 2 days away from
getting in the car to drive across the country to San Diego.  I had
actually intended on selling the car and flying out there, but Josh wanted
to do a road trip, and I realized it was the first time he and I would
really be able to spend some time alone – with just each other.  And I
spoke with my current boss, and he told me that there was no absolute rush
to get out there. They were not going to open the office for another month,
so I had plenty of time to get over there.  So I decided that it would be a
lot of fun to do a road trip.

That night was the last night I ever saw or spoke to Christine.  We had
nothing else to say to each other, the divorce papers had all been signed
separately and that was it.  I actually moved out and stayed in a motel
from then until now.  While there really as no change in feelings between
she and I, I didn't feel right being there anymore, no I didn't want to be
there anymore I was putting that part of my life behind me as quickly as I
could.  The motel was only 10 minutes away from the house, and I wanted
Josh to still be comfortable, there was absolutely NO reason for him to
leave there, and I actually had to order him to stay there, I did not want
him completely leaving and being in cramped with me.  Which really was a
double reason, 1. I didn't want him to have to do that, he had a right to
be with his mother for the time that he had left, and 2, I wanted my space
to have my fun with the guys that I had been playing with for the last
time.  Number 2, was really more because I knew for a time, my sexual
encounters were going to be few.  None along the road to California, and
how quickly it would be after we got settled out there I did not know.

Finally it was Saturday, time for us to set off on our trip west.  I asked
Josh if there was anywhere in Miami that he wanted to go, or anyone that he
wanted to see before we left, but he smiled and quickly said,

       "No let's hit the road already!"

I Laughed and tossed him the map, and said,

	"Well since the road trip was your idea here's the map figure out
which way we're going."

He just giggled (I then realized that he already had the route planned,
what else he had in mind I had no idea, I was almost scared to find out.
Since, as usual he seemed to know things long before I ever had to say
anything) threw the map back at me and with that devilish smile and said,

	"No need for that, I want to go along the West coast- Head up North
on I-95 then jump off on to the on I-75 cut through the Everglades on I-75
and head up along West coast.  If you get your foot on the gas already we
should be able to make it to Tallahassee by night time as long as we don't
hit traffic, and I've got my permit so I can help with the driving too.
Now get your ass moving!!"

He looked directly into my eyes, and flashed me one of his token smiles,
and as always I melted and at that point would do anything he said.  Oh yes
I was in trouble, he really did have this whole thing planned, and for how
long who knows, at this point I was just the peon.  And I didn't give a
damn, I was finally going to get to enjoy my life again, and start it off
with someone that I loved and cared for and who felt the same way back.
Maybe not as a lover, but hell as my son, and really my best friend, and
that was perfectly fine for me!

So we set off on our journey west, and of course hit traffic in two seconds
going across, but as we were driving along, Josh was just talking away
about so many different things, one after another.  At some point I lost
track of what subject he was on, but it didn't matter really.  His voice
was so calming and warming and so sincere, it gave me confidence that there
still were other guys out there like this that I could find as well, and be
as happy as I could be.

It was about 10pm when we finally made it into Tallahassee, I being so
wrapped up in everything as we were leaving had totally forgotten to make
motel reservations for that night, so we drove around for a while looking
for a motel that actually had a room, you would think that in the state
capitol that it would be easy enough to find a motel with a room, not the
case this night.  Finally, we came across one that a room with a double
bed.  I realized at that point had been years since I had slept in a bed
with Josh, not since he was a little boy and I was reading him a bed-time
story, or he had been scared of the dark and wanted me to come and sleep
with him.  And I chuckled about that, and told myself to grow up, we were
two grown men, father and son there was no problem here.

As I finally sat down on the bed, every ounce of energy that I had running
through me, suddenly drained out and I think I must have fallen asleep
immediately, since the next time I opened my eyes, I could feel the warm
sun coming through the windows already, and I also felt a weight on my left
shoulder .  I looked down and saw the top of Josh's head resting there
peacefully, and I slowly let my eyes roam further and further down seeing
the half naked body of my 16 year old son with my left arm wrapped tightly
around his waist.  I remember none of this positioning ever happening last
night, then again I was more or less dead to the world so I made the
assumption that Josh had undressed me and then curled up against me and
tucked us both in.

I lay there just staring and admiring him, and what I could see of his body
and just marveled at it.  At 16 years old he was a beautiful specimen of
man, one of which I had yet to encounter with any and all of the men that I
had slept with.  He had beautiful blonde hair, a well defined chest, well
built arms, just incredible.  And then I froze, and just realized what
happened, my dick was now rock hard, and I was almost panting for my son.
Oh my God what a sick fucking bastard I am.  And I immediately slapped my
face to bring me out of that trance.  I had to get out of this bed now.  I
tried slipping my arm out from under him, but that didn't work.  He just
grabbed on tighter.  This was not good, no it was really bad, I had to find
a way out of this bed.  Finally he started to roll off my arm, and with one
quick pull I was free.  I literally ran to the bathroom turned on the hot
water in the shower to almost scalding and jumped in.

Thankfully my raging hard-on deflated , however at the same time I was
truthfully horrified over the fact that I was so turned on by my own son.
This was something that had never crossed my mind, not even for a
millisecond had I ever been sexually attracted to him.  And I finally
convinced myself that it had nothing to do with sexual attraction, it had
been days since I had sex or gotten off for that matter, and seeing any
male physic would do it to me.  I also at that point decided that I better
nip that in the bud right now.  So still standing in the shower, I closed
my eyes and started picturing the last guy I had sex with, very, very hot
man, really what you would consider a `muscle man' bulging muscles in every
area you could think of and a nine inch cock to boot.  Perfect, I was hard
again, stroking, and reaching that climax, even moaned and finally shot the
load and released that energy.  Thank god.  And then I heard a voice,

	"Damn.  You really needed that didn't you dad?"

Oh fuck, he just saw me jack off.  But at the same time, I realized, he was
16 years old, God knows how many times he and his friends had jerked off
together.  Seeing someone else do it was no shock to him, I was his dad,
he's seen me naked before, I've seen him naked before.  Not recently but
it's not as if it hasn't happened.  And I just responded,

	"Haha, yea I guess I did."

	"Feel better now?  I have to tell you that thing was poking me in
the ass last night, but now I realized where I inherited it from."  He just
winked at me and gave me one of those million dollar smiles, went to the
toilet pissed out what he needed too, went over to the sink brushed his
teeth, and turned around again and looked at me with a such a curious yet
devilish stare, I had no idea what was going through his head, and if I
looked into his eyes, all of my concentration ended, it was only when I
heard him speaking to me that I came out of this trance.

	"Dad, I'm fuckin hungry, ill jump in the shower and then lets grab
breakfast and then hit the road again.  Oh and this time, let me drive.  I
don't know what happened to you yesterday, I think you lost your foot or
something we just crawled half the way here."  Again, he just smiled, and
then took off his boxers and threw them at me as he jumped into the shower.
All the same time having that smile on his face.

I just stood there for a moment watching, him and thinking to myself `My
God, 16 and he looks like a perfect man, every curve and line on him was
perfect. " Before finishing that thought and having to hide my raging cock
again, I left the bathroom and proceeded to get dressed.  But I realized, I
now had a major problem on my hands.  I was a fucked up sick bastard who
was now sexually lusting for my own son.