Date: Wed, 3 Mar 2010 11:21:02 -0500
From: J K <imawriter123@gmail.com>
Subject: Funny things happen part 9

"Funny Things Happen" Part 9
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We started off again, except this time he was talking up a storm again,
about what kind of house we were going to buy, how many bedrooms, how he
was thinking about designing it, he wanted a pool or a hot-tub, had a plan
of a kitchen in his head.  It really was so wonderful to hear him talking
like this and things seeming back to `normal' whatever normal actually is.
Although I was thinking about something else, he is 16 now, will be 17 in
three months, he'll be off in college.  Shit, that was a revelation I
hadn't even thought of yet.  Actually it was something Josh hadn't even
mentioned.  I decided maybe I should bring that up now, that would actually
put certain plans into place.  So I said,

	"Hey, you know there has been something I've been meaning to ask
you, but with so much going on I never realized it till now.  What are you
thinking in terms of college?  I mean you're going to be a senior in high
school this year and you haven't mentioned anything about it."  I think
that definitely threw him for a loop. But he then said,

	"Well Dad, that was something that I have been thinking about for a
while, and before I knew that we were moving and you were getting a new
job, I was just going to go to apply to University of Miami, and live at
home to save you guys some money.  But now that things have changed, I
think that my grades are good enough that I'm going to apply to Stanford as
a long shot and UCLA.  A couple of my friends from back in Miami have all
applied to UCLA, so what do you think?"

What could I say or think?  My heart soared and sank at the same time.  It
soared because I knew my son was smart enough and good enough to do
whatever it was that he wanted to do, and I would do absolutely NOTHING to
stop him, no I would encourage and help him to whatever extent he needed.
On the same token it sank, because he'd be moving out of the house and away
from me.  Both of our lives were going to change again and go down very
different paths.  But with all that, all I could say was,

	"I think that you can and will do whatever it is that you want.
Your grades are excellent, and you deserve every single thing that you
could want.  And I will do anything I can to help you get what you want.
And you are right, no more worries about money, you can go to school
wherever you want to.  I think it's great that your friends will be back
with you again.  So good for you!"  What else could I say? No I beg you to
stay home with me? I'm the only thing that matters?  Nope could not say
that at all.

He just smiled at me with such a caring and loving look that meant so much
and showed so much love, that it just melted me over and over again.  And
he said,

	"Fantastic!  And look at it this way, the house will be all yours,
you can fuck and do whatever you want without ever having to worry about me
walking in on you.  And I know you will be doing and you will find someone
that you will be happy with and that can make you happy the way that no one
else has.  It's going to be great, for both of us, I just know it!"  Well
that just answered the one big question I had in my head, would the love
that I had for him ever be returned?  The answer was a big fat NO.  He was
going to live his own life, and he had every right to.

We both decided that it was time to get the road trip over with as quickly
as possible and drove straight through the next 2 days each driving in 12
hour shifts.  We only stopped twice just to sleep in a rest-stop along the
road and in 72 hours we had finally made it to San Diego.  We met up with
my new boss, they set us up with a place to stay until we could find a
house, and while I was getting things in order with the new office, Josh
went out house hunting with the real estate agent.  On the second weekend
that we were there, we met back at the hotel where my company had set up
for us, and Josh walked in with one of his signature smiles that lit up the
room and said,

	"Dad, I found it! I found the perfect place for us!"  There was
something about what he was saying that actually worried me for a minute.
So I said,

	"Shoot, let's hear it."

	"I know that we initially wanted a house and all, but what was
relatively close wasn't even worth looking at, and what was worth looking
at was just way too far out of the main city. So I decided to look at
apartments.  And I know, that when I say this you are going to say I'm
crazy but I promise once you see it, you will fall in love with it, just
like I did.  So come on the guy said he'll show it to us again tonight."

Apartment? Oh yes this was a much different thought than I had originally
planned.  It was one thing to share a house with someone and have to deal
with walking in on or stepping on toes, but an apartment?  But again what
could I do other than follow along with him.  So we jump into the car, and
I'm directed over to a luxury complex , realizing at the same time, that my
son had very expensive taste (not really a bad thing but a bit scary as
well!) He introduced me to the agent and we walked into the building were
greeted by the doorman, and led to a set of elevators separate from the
main set, this elevator was not only separate, but key operated.  Oh Shit,
what did he find?? Looking at the button panel there were only 5 choices,
36, 37, 38, 39. 40.  The agent pressed 40, and I looked over at Josh and he
had one of the most devilish smiles I had ever seen, I was in trouble big
time.

We got off of the elevator and walked to the left where there wasn't even a
number on the door the door.  As I was just staring at the door, I heard
Josh say,

	"OK dad, close your eyes and take my hand."

Reluctantly I did as he asked and was led in passed the door, and then
heard the door close behind me, and finally told,

	"OK dad, open them!"

My mouth just dropped, first staring straight ahead I was staring out a
wall of glass windows with a view of the Pacific ocean that was not to be
believed.  You could see for miles and miles, and I then started to scan
the room, moving my head from left to right.  It was a magnificent place
the way the rooms were designed the French doors into what looked like the
living room, another set into the dining room. The beauty of the wall and
ceiling fixtures, I slowly walked further in and walked into a state of the
art kitchen and then back over to the other side looking into the living
room just incredible.  But then I realized wait a second, where were the
bedrooms?  As I walked back towards the foyer, I saw 2 stair cases. I
looked over to Josh and he still had that same smile on his face and just
said,

	"Go up."

I slowly climbed the stairs on the left and was faced with a door in front
of me, one to the right of me, and one to the left of me.  I decided to
choose door number 2 first.  I opened the one in front of me, and walked
into a beautiful day room with another magnificent view of the city of San
Diego. I then walked out and went to the door on the left walked into a
beautiful bedroom, and then walked to the other side to find another one,
both with adjoining bathrooms.  And I finally turned to Josh and said,

	"You're right, can't do any better than this, but what's it going
to do to me?"  He just smiled again and said,

	"Don't worry, it's narrowly within the budget, I promise we'll be
fine!  So what do you say?"

What could I say?  He was right, the place was incredible, you just
couldn't pass it up. So I said sure and I watched him jump for joy, just
like when he was a little boy.  That thought brought a quick tear to my eye
to think back and then look at the present and think about the fast
approaching future.  But all that aside, we quickly moved forward, got the
all of the papers in order and within a week, the place was ours, and we
moved in.  Granted there wasn't any furniture initially, but we slowly
filled in and before we knew it, we had made the place ours.

Josh finally started his senior year in high school, and I was working away
at the new job, and really at first we were both incredibly busy with
everything, but always found the time to have dinner with each other to
talk and discuss our days and how everything was going.  It was really
perfect until one Thursday night when Josh said to me,

	"Dad, I just wanted to let you know I won't be home for dinner
tomorrow night, I've got a date."

I just looked at him and smiled, I was proud of him, happy for him, excited
for him.  I really had been wondering when it was that this was going to
happen, now I knew.  I just smiled at him and said,

	"Great! Good for you, where are you taking her?"  He smiled and
said,

	"I'm going to take her over to Gina's.  You know the little Italian
place right off the docks."

I knew exactly where it was, I had already had 2 of my own lunch dates
there – neither of which I had mentioned to Josh.  But I figured you
know what, if he's got a date I'm going to get one too – except my date
is going to be a fuck fest not a real date.  So I said to him,

	"Sounds good to me.  You need anything?"  He just smiled and said,

	"Nope, not a thing.  Just really excited, I've been wanting to date
this one for a while.  She had been dating an ass for a while, and finally
gave up.  Now it's my turn to show her what a real man is."

Damn, my son was incredible, so sure of himself and handsome, and
beautiful, that girl was a lucky one.  I just smiled at him and said,

	"Good luck buddy, I know you'll score, just like you do at
everything else that you do."  He laughed at me and said,

	"Hey, I'm not going to sleep with her on the first date, I'm a
gentleman.  But if I can work it definitely the second one ;-).  Oh! Almost
forgot, Mark called this afternoon, asked you to give him a call.  He
sounds cute. "

Busted.  Oh well, had to happen at some point.  I just smiled at him and
said,

	"Actually yes he is, this is the first dinner date. But have
already done lunch twice, so what you think? Go for it?"  He just looked at
me with that devil smile again, and said,

	"You damned well better, I want to see that `freshly fucked' look
on your face on Saturday!"

We both just broke out laughing.  What a feeling to be able to have these
types of discussions with your own son, with no quams or worries about any
of it.  He knew about me, I knew about him it was as simple as that.  We
both finished dinner, I reverted to the couch in the living room, and he
went up to his room do some home work.

I picked up the phone and called Mark, and within two minutes, had it all
set up he would be over here tomorrow by 8:30, Josh would be long gone, and
I was FINALLY going to get what I really needed.  A good hard rough
fucking.

Truthfully, Friday couldn't come soon enough, all throughout the day at
work, I was so restless at my desk, that I could barely concentrate on
anything.  All I could think about was having my pants and underwear ripped
off, and being fucked senseless to the point that it hurt so much I
wouldn't be able to sit down.  That's what I wanted.  I wanted it to hurt,
I wanted it to be something to help me, something to teach me and make me
realize that it was bad to really want who I did.

Friday night finally came, I watch Josh get dressed, he looked sexy as
hell, tight pair of jeans, a button down shirt and a tie.  He looked
fucking gorgeous, I wanted to rape him right there, then again I always
wanted to do that, this just increased that desire 10 fold. He came over,
gave me a kiss on the cheek, told me to have a good time, and I said the
same to him and he walked out the door.  I looked at my watch, 7:45.  I ran
jumped in the shower, cleaned myself up inside and out, and just as I was
pulling my shirt over my head the door-man called up to tell me that Mark
was here.

Almost shivering, I waited for the door bell to ring, and then walked over
and opened the door.  There stood a 6'5" man, with a tight black shirt
barely fitting around his muscled arms and chest, and a tight pair of jeans
that couldn't hide a pin.  By the time I had invited him in, he had his
hands around my face, his tounge licking my lips begging for entrance.
Before this could go any further, I led him up to my bedroom and shut the
door.

As we stood in front of each other, he ran his hands and eyes up and down
me, I could feel them penetrating me, almost like Josh's could.  But before
I even realized it, my shirt was already off, and my pants were being
unbuckled and stripped off me.  And there I stood buck naked being licked
and worshiped by really what would be considered in my eyes the closest
thing to a perfect body.

He literally picked me up and threw me onto the bed, he had already
stripped himself naked, and I myself ran my eyes and hands along his body,
until I reach his cock.  Now mind you, I'm a good 8" and thick, but what I
had in my hand right now, was nowhere near that.  This was something that I
could fit both of my hands on his shaft. I pushed him up for a moment, to
be able to see what I was dealing with.  My eyes nearly bugged out, I don't
think I had ever seen a cock that big up-close.  It was scary and beautiful
all at the same time.  But I realized, that's what I needed.  I said I
wanted it to hurt, that thing was going to hurt.  In all my thoughts I
heard Mark saying,

	"Think you can handle my monster?"

All I could say was,

	"You fuck it in me until you've got nothing left."  I knew just
saying what I did was probably my ticket to death, but I needed it.  He
just smiled and said,

	"You asked for it!"

And within one swift move he shoved that thing up my ass.  I screamed out
loud, I said I wanted it to hurt, this was torture.  I don't think I had
felt anything as painful as this in my entire life.  He held it there for a
bit, and then began is assault on my ass.  He pulled in and out, I was
moaning and groaning in pain and in pleasure, it had been a VERY long time
since I had been fucked like this, and after a while it started to feel
damned good.  Before I realized it, I wasn't screaming from pain, I was
begging for it harder and harder.  And for every time I begged, he doubled
his efforts.  It was an incredible fuck, I don't know how many orgasms I
had that night, I lost count after the first 3 or 4, and I'm sure I had
plenty more than that, dry ones, because I didn't have any cum left in me,
until Mark finally collapsed on top of me.  The sweat dripping off of him,
and onto my own was just incredible.  I finally rolled him off of me, and
moved further up on the bed.  He looked up at me, with a questioning look
on his face, and I just said,

	"Come on, get under the covers and hold on to me, I want to sleep
with your arms around me."

He just smiled and crawled up next to me and put his arms around me, and I
could feel his hot breath against my neck, and listened to it calm and slow
down as he fell asleep.  I on the other hand, for one, had a burning and
painful ass, and an even more painful problem.  That whole time, from start
to finish, I had to fight with myself and use all the will power that I had
not to scream out Josh instead of Mark.