Date: Wed, 22 Jul 2015 20:04:10 -0400
From: Jeremy Ellington <jeremyellingtonii@gmail.com>
Subject: Lessons From My Dad-19

NOTICE: This story contains scenes of a sexually graphic nature which may
not be legal in your area.  This story is completely fictional and written
only for entertainment purposes.  Any similarities to real life people or
characters is coincidental. If you have trouble separating real life from
fantasy or you are offended by such themes, stop reading now.


There were way too many typos in Chapter 18 guys, please accept my
apologies!  I'm my own editor, and apparantly I need to speak to myself
very sternly about my shortcummings...I mean my shortcomings (perish the
thought of a 'short cum'!)


Lessons From My Dad
Chapter 19

Martin had a digital recorder between his legs.  After I restocked everyone
who wanted one with a cold beer I grabbed a bottled water for myself and
sat back down on the floor in my earlier spot. I still didn't like him, but
I guessed it would explain why he didn't have much to say during the
discussions since he was recording everything and could formulate any
questions he may have to ask later.  It made me wonder if that was
something I could use in a classroom situation next year went I moved into
Junior High School.  Everyone was saying how much more difficult the
classes would be for us then, so maybe that would help me with taking
notes.

I tried not to let him see me looking at his recorder because knowing how
he'd been acting all night he would just assume I was just staring at his
crotch. I had to wonder what his qualifications were to get his job.  I
knew Dad wouldn't have hired him if he knew what a jerk he was, but he must
have had good experience and gave a good interview to get his foot in the
door and also be in a supervisory position.  Maybe by recording meetings he
was able to study them later and come in to work very well informed or
something.

Dad got up to collect the empties, making a comment on how he probably
needed to cut everyone off so they could drive home safely after the
meeting was over, and I absently watched him as he walked around the table.
I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Martin put his hands on top of
the recorder when Dad walked by.  I thought that was strange, since I'm
sure Dad was well aware that Martin taped their sessions...FUCK!  No he
wasn't!  He hid it because he didn't WANT Dad to know what he was doing!
What the hell?  Suddenly I remembered Dad's comment that on the last bid
the winner's rates were 'just under' Dad's rates and it dawned on
me...maybe Martin was working for somebody else.  Was he recording and then
giving away the bidding information that Dad and his guys had been putting
together?  Could he be the reason they weren't getting any new jobs?

My mind started to run in multiple directions at once so I'm sure my face
was pretty blank when Dad nudged my foot with his toe, making me look up in
alarm.  From the look on his face he must have been talking to me and I had
just spaced out.  "Sean, are you okay?  Do you want anything while I'm up?"

I gave him a quick smile and shook my head.  "I'm fine Dad, still working
on this bottle of water here.  Can I do anything for you," I asked quickly.

He gave me a funny look but returned my smile.  "No son, you've done plenty
for me for one night.  You just relax."

"Okay Dad," I said.  As soon as he stepped away I was looking right at
Martin and Martin was looking at me.  He smirked at me and licked his lips.
He fucking Licked. His. Lips!!  Normally I would have turned beet red and
looked anywhere else, but this asshole made me MAD!  I decided to give it
right back to him, so I winked at him and licked my lips in return, opening
my mouth wide while I licked to show him how much this cocksucker could
take.  He raised his eyebrows at me and HE blushed!  I had to wonder if
anyone had ever turned the tables on his arrogant self before.  I just gave
him a coy smile and lifted up my bottled water and swallowed the top and as
much of the neck of it as I could.  He reached down and adjusted something
in his crotch and I smiled a little to myself as I looked away...I was
giving him an erection!  That was the first time I ever thought of myself
as a sexual being. Sure Dad and I had sex, but it was full of passion and
love.  I didn't think this guy wanted any of that, he just wanted sex, and
I had him all hot and bothered!

I sat there on the floor for a little bit longer, contemplating my next
move.  After a few minutes I got up and stretched and glanced around the
table.  I took a mental tally of everyone who had a cell phone on them or
near them, and was disappointed that Dad wasn't one of them.  Right next to
where he was seated though was Carl's phone.  I hatched a plan.

I casually strolled out of the room, hoping that Martin wouldn't have the
nerve to follow me in my own father's house.  All of the guys had gotten up
to use the bathroom throughout the evening so I hoped that my doing so
wouldn't attract any attention.  I made my way to my bedroom, dug through
my backpack to retrieve my cell phone, then went into the bathroom.  I
texted Carl, asking him to meet me in the bathroom and to not let anyone
else see what I had texted.  After my little nudist show earlier that
evening I had no idea what Carl would think when he read my text, but I
just had to hope he would read the thing and follow my instructions.  Sure
enough, a few minutes later he came around the corner.  I grabbed him and
pulled him into the bathroom and closed the door.

"Sean, what's this all about...you're making me a little nervous here,"
Carl said, and I could tell by his worried expression he was very unsure
what to do or what was happening.

"Carl, I'm sorry for doing this like this but Dad doesn't have his cell
phone with him and you guys have to know something!  It's Martin.  He has a
small digital recorder on the chair between his legs and he's recording
everything you guys are saying!"

Carl looked at me blankly, either not processing what I was trying to tell
him or still trying to comprehend why this young kid who was stark naked a
few hours before had texted him to come into the bathroom with him.

"Carl, don't you see?  Martin is a mole!  As soon as Dad got up and walked
around towards his side of the table Martin hid the recorder so Dad
couldn't see it.  I think that's why you guys are being underbid all the
time!  Martin is telling your competitor what your prices are gonna be and
they're using that to outbid you!  Dad told me that he saw the last bid you
guys lost and the prices were just barely under your bid...in other words,
they knew exactly what Dad was going to bid and they came in just low
enough to take the contract.  He's working for the other guys Carl!"

I could see the light in Carl's eyes as he processed what I said.  Then he
got mad.  "That goddamn son of a bitch!!  That makes perfect sense Sean,
all of this started happening shortly after Martin was hired!  Damn Sean,
Aaron always brags about you and there is no doubt in my mind that you
deserve every bit of praise he heaps on you.  I'm gonna go out there right
now and punch that fucking Martin!"

I grabbed Carl's arm before he could move.  "Hang on Carl, we have to get
our hands on that recorder, or find some other way to prove it!  If you
just slug him he'll run for it and we'll have no proof!"

Carl stopped and smiled at me.  "Right again Sean.  I'm gonna have to adopt
you or something, you've got more smarts than I do.  What's our next step
then?"

"We need to get Dad back here to talk to us, or at least to me if you think
too many of you missing from the kitchen will alarm Martin.  Tell you what.
If you can find a way to distract Martin, I'll text Dad on your phone and
tell him what you're doing and to come back to his bedroom.  You just have
to get Dad to read your phone.  I'll send the text now so you can see what
I'm telling him."

Carl crowded over my shoulder in a way I knew he wouldn't have just a week
or so ago, I was sure that right then he wasn't even thinking of earlier
when he saw my dick dangling in front of him.  I sent the text telling Dad
that Carl was intentionally distracting Martin and that he had to come to
his bedroom right away without saying anything to anyone.  Carl suggested
that I add that he knew everything I was going to tell Dad and it had to do
with the bidding.  We looked at each other and nodded so I hit the `send'
button.  We checked to be sure the text had arrived on his phone, then I
reminded Carl he had to distract Martin AND get the phone to Dad.  He said
he understood and started to exit the bathroom.

When Carl opened the bathroom door Rafe was standing there waiting to use
the facilities.  His eyes opened wide and Carl faltered.  I'm sure Rafe
thought there was some hanky-panky going on but I grabbed Rafe by the arm
and dragged him in, which wasn't easy to do considering what a big guy Rafe
was, and I quietly closed the door.

"Rafe, I know this looks strange but you need to help Carl.  He's going to
distract Martin so he can't see what's going on and we need you to give
Carl's cell phone to my Dad so he can read what I've texted on there.
Martin is hiding a digital recorder on his chair, and we're pretty sure
he's working for the competitor who is winning all the bids and I need to
let Dad know.  Are you in?"

Rae blinked a few times, looked at Carl, then back at me, and then a big
grin appeared on his face.  "This is espionage!  This is gonna be so
cool...of course I'm in.  But everything has to be put on hold for a minute
guys, I gotta piss like a racehorse and I'm not lying!  Carl, you head back
to get yourself set up, and Sherlock Holmes here and I'll hang in the
bathroom until I'm done.  I'll hand your phone to the boss and we'll get
our secret agent code names figured out later," he chuckled.

Carl took a deep breath and left the bathroom. I was looking at the closing
door when I heard a zipper being pulled down.  I wanted soooo much to look
at Rafe taking a piss and I could feel myself starting to get hard when the
scent of his beerpiss started to fill the room, but I just cleared my
throat and stayed facing the door.  I heard Rafe chuckle which was
surprising because his piss stream was loudly attacking the toilet like
Niagara Falls.

"Oh man that feels good, I've been holding that one way too long.  Little
dude you are so polite not watching me but I don't mind, it's just us dudes
here.  Hell I got 4 brothers, and between them and my father it was rare to
have the bathroom to yourself in my house.  Hell, my mom had one bathroom
all to herself just so she could have some piece and quiet"

I just gave a nervous giggle.  "That's okay Rafe, I've seen my Dad piss...I
guess once you've seen one adult pissing I guess you've seen them all!"

"Yeah, you probably got that right Sean.  Let's just hope nobody else is
waiting behind that door when we come out.  Big black dude, little white
dude...could be trouble for both of us," he chuckled, flushing the toilet
and zipping up.  He washed his hands, dried them off then put out his big
hand for the phone.  "Let's see if we can pull this off Agent Sean."  I
handed him Carl's phone and chuckled in spite of the situation.

He slipped out of the bathroom and thankfully there were no other wannabe
pissers there waiting.  I counted to five then made my way down the hall to
dad's room where I turned on his bedside lamp and sat on his bed to wait.
I heard some sort of commotion in the kitchen about spilled pie, a couple
of curse words, then within a minute dad appeared in the doorway with a
very perplexed look on his face and Carl's phone in his hand.

"Sean, I don't know what's going on but is there any way this can wait
until later," he asked.

"No dad it can't," I whispered.  "Martin has a digital recorder in his lap
that I think he's using to record all of the prices you're going to quote
tomorrow so the other company knows exactly how much lower they have to be
to underbid you.  Carl told me that this underbidding stuff all started
happening right after Martin was hired.  I think he's a company spy Dad,
and not only that, he's an over-sexed, aggressive jackass too!"

Dad just stood there for a moment absorbing what I said, his eyebrows
narrowed down at me.  Then his face cleared, he turned and quietly closed
his bedroom door then he came and sat next to me.

"Shit, piss fuck Sean!  It makes perfect sense.  We did start losing out on
our bids right after Martin started working for me and he never adds any
input to any of our group discussions on pricing.  You saw a recorder?
Where do you say it was?"

"It's sitting on the chair between his legs Dad, I could see it perfectly
from my spot on the floor while I was eating.  At first I just thought it
was a cell phone...an odd place to put one, but he's odd to begin with.  I
wandered around on my last empty beer bottle pickup and intentionally
glanced down and sure enough, it wasn't a cell phone but there was a little
light blinking.  When you got up that last time to collect the empties he
covered it with his hands to hide it from you.  That's when I knew what he
was doing, and it's also why you thought I was in 'la la land' for a moment
there when you were talking to me.  I was trying to process what I saw.
You didn't have your cell phone with you so I went into the bathroom and
texted Carl, then after he and I decided how to get you a message Rafe
showed up to pee, and that made it even easier for Carl to distract Martin
while Rafe slipped you the phone."

"So that's what Rafe meant when he whispered to me that I had a message
from 007 on Carl's phone.  I thought he was just joking around like he
always does.  Shit, what do I do now?  If we play this right I might be
able to get to those clients who turned us down and show them we're the
better company, especially if I can prove corporate espionage."

"That's what Rafe called it too.  He called me Sherlock and Agent Sean when
he and I were in the bathroom," I giggled.

Dad's head whipped around to look at me.  "You were alone in the bathroom
with Rafe?"

"Yeah dad, he said we wouldn't do anything until he pissed, so Carl went
out to start working on distracting Martin and I stayed in the bathroom
with Rafe.  Don't worry Dad, I didn't even look at him while he was peeing,
I stared at the bathroom door the whole time and we talked about hid
brothers.  He did make a comment that he hoped nobody else was waiting to
pee though, something about a big black man and a little white boy.  I
didn't really get it."

Dad rubbed his hand over his face and sighed.  "I'll explain it to you
later son.  Thank you for preserving the modesty of the situation."

"Oh I didn't say I wasn't tempted Dad.  After all, yours is the only adult
dick I've ever seen in the flesh."

Dad sighed again.  "Let's keep it that way for awhile, okay Sean?"

"Sure thing Dad.  Anyway, I think I know what to do, at least about the
upcoming bid."  He looked at me and nodded for me to continue.  "I think
you should go back in there and act all disgusted and tell everyone you're
raising your prices back to where they were originally, that it isn't worth
it to lose money on lowballed bids.  In fact, raise them a little higher."

"Sean, then we'll lose the contract for sure, and they won't even need
Martin's stolen data."

"That's just it Dad, they can't be making much profit either, so they'll be
happy to raise the prices on their bid when they hear his recording, but
after everyone leaves tonight Carl and I can help you update your
spreadsheet and lower your rates back.  When the other company makes their
somewhat higher bid based on your 'recorded higher prices', you'll come out
lower than they will because you lowered your rates back down!  That will
either cause Martin to lose his job with them or he'll get desperate and
show his hand.  Regardless, you will have won the contract and he ends up
with egg on his face."

Dad gave me a huge grin then grabbed me and hugged me into his chest.  "How
the fuck did I end up with a genius for a son?!?  That's a great idea Sean!
It doesn't get us out of the whole situation with the already lost
business, but it gets us a new contract so I don't have to lay off any
staff."

"That's just step one Dad.  Can you afford to hire a private investigator?"

"I actually know one Sean.  I went to college with him, we were on the
football and wrestling teams together and we've kept in touch over the
years.  In fact, he and I played around off and on in his dorm room cuz he
didn't have a roommate his senior year."

"Well if you can bring him on board and do some snooping about Martin and
this other company that I'm pretty sure he works for, you may just get
enough information to bring them all down but also get all those contracts
you lost.  I would bet that most companies aren't gonna want to work with a
dishonest contractor, especially if he's up to his neck in legal bills
trying to defend being involved in corporate espionage."

"I'll call him tomorrow, I'm sure he'd be willing to help us out at a fair
price.  I'll be sure to tell him it was your idea!  So, now I need to go
out there and figure out how to raise our rates again without anyone
getting suspicious."

"C'mon Dad, you just need to get your Academy Award-winning performance
nailed down.  Go out and spend 15 minutes or so discussing, then maybe 10
minutes starting to get more and more irate, then finally lose your cool
and tell everyone it's just not worth going out of business slowly, you
just want to get it over with...or something like that...then raise your
rates enough that you still have room to lower them back and still make a
profit.  If you end up winning this contract based on this little plan of
ours you can at least get guys onto a job site, then hopefully your
P.I. friend can get some dirt on these clowns and then you'll have more
work than you know what to do with!"

He chuckled and winked at me.  "Well, I did take some drama classes in
college Sean.  After all, that's where some of the other gay guys hung
out...well, that and the locker room.  I managed to find some everywhere
back in those days!"

I rolled my eyes at him and he laughed.  "Okay Dad, those are probably some
of your past sexual exploits I'm not old enough to hear about yet.  I'm not
even sure I ever want to hear about them.  Now I'll go back out after you
and distract Martin a little so he isn't really paying attention to your
mood change and won't have any reason to be suspicious.  Go get `em Dad!"

He gave me another big hug and a few kisses, then left his room.  I counted
to 5 again then went into my room and changed out of my nice shorts to an
old pair that were too short but otherwise baggy. I also switched out my
shirt for a tank top then I sauntered back out to the kitchen, humming a
little tune and pretending to be distracted on my cell phone.  I looked up
and said to nobody in particular "Aren't you guys hot?" then grabbed
another water from the fridge and walked the long way around the table,
brushing up against Martin as I passed him.  I walked back to my spot along
the wall and slowly slid down to the floor, making sure to open up the legs
of my shorts so they wouldn't bunch up on me.  Martin was really the only
one who could see me clearly.

Once I was seated I glanced up to see Martin's eyes boring into me.  I
blinked my eyes at him a couple of times and gave him a slight smile then
looked back down to my phone.  I kept looking at him under my eyelashes to
see where he was focusing his eyes, waiting to make my move.  Jimmy handed
me my chance when he got up to go the bathroom and passed between us,
momentarily blocking the line of sight.  I quickly reached down and pulled
one of my balls down just enough so it could be seen through the leg of my
shorts from Martin's vantage point.  I waited until his eyes came back to
look at me, and out of the corner of my eye I say his eyes widen.  Bingo!
I casually reached down and scratched the exposed testicle then lifted my
finger up to my nose and sniffed it.  I gave a small smile and sigh then
pretended to go back to the `game' on my phone.  I peeked up under my
eyelashes again and Martin was slowly rubbing his crotch with a couple of
fingers.  I wondered how far I could have gotten into this fake seduction,
but I knew I had to hit the brakes before it went too far.  I texted Carl
to let him know that I had Martin distracted and Dad could make his move.
I saw Carl lean slightly to the side past Dad to see what I was up to as he
casually showed his cell to my father, who very slightly nodded his head in
acknowledgement.

Dad did an awesome job of slowly getting angry without actually losing his
cool, and even though a couple of the guys started to disagree with him
about the rates they were gonna quote, Carl and Rafe both backed him up and
all that was left after the smoke cleared was determining how high the new
rates would be.  I kept glancing at Martin as each billed amount was
debated, and he could barely contain the glee on his face.  He had stopped
paying any attention to me and actually made a few notes on some papers in
front of him.  If he was aroused at all at this point I was sure it had
nothing to do with me and all to do with the bonus he thought he was going
to get when he provided his recording to the other company.

Dad made a point of asking Carl to stay a little later to help him type up
the bid and the other guys started to gather their things to leave for the
night.  Martin went to the bathroom, carrying his recorder with him but
leaving his notes behind.  I jumped up and casually took a couple of
pictures of his notes with my cell phone, then began cleaning up the
kitchen.  There really wasn't much left to do since I had been tidying up
all evening but I still made a big show of it to explain why I was still
hovering around their meeting.  All of the guys shook my hand and thanked
me for the meal, even Martin, who did not flirt or anything.  I figured
that at this point he was already thinking about heading over to wherever
it was that he met the competitor, and had other things on his mind besides
making the moves on a little gay boy.

Rafe hung around after the others just long enough to pat me on the back
and tell me he hoped he would have a smart son like me one day.  Dad and
Carl both thanked him for his part in our `spy game', and he joked about
having t-shirts made up with our secret agent names as he walked out the
door.  Dad, Carl and I walked into the living room and collapsed on the
furniture.

"Fuck I hope this works," Dad said.  I must have gotten a look on my face
because he patted his lap and motioned for me to join him in his chair.  I
was kinda worried that he had forgotten about Carl being there and seeing a
13-year old siting in his Daddy's lap so I hesitated.

"Shit, can I sit on your knee too Aaron?  I think I'm actually shaking a
little from all of this," Carl laughed.

I quickly shot up from the couch and practically threw myself into Dad's
lap.  "Dibs!" I yelled.  They both laughed and Carl pretended to pout, but
I could see that he did indeed look a little worse for wear.

Dad hugged me into his chest.  "If this doesn't work it won't be because it
was a bad idea Sean, and I want to thank you again for being so observant
and coming up with the plan when all I could do was just sit in shock that
this kind of thing was happening to us."

"You've got a remarkable son there Aaron," Carl said, nodding at what Dad
had said.  "I told him earlier I was gonna adopt him, so you better watch
yourself and treat him well, cuz I'll be watching for my chance."

"You'll never get that chance Carl, I'm keeping this one.  Hell, somebody
will need to pay for my stay in the Old Folk's Home, and I'm counting on
Sean here to be a millionaire before he's 25."  Dad's hand was rubbing my
back, and although it was innocent enough to anyone watching...namely
Carl...I started to get a woodie so I put my hands in my lap.  I heard Dad
chuckle under his breath.  He knew exactly where my mind was.  Suddenly he
stopped rubbing my back and snapped the waist of my shorts.  "Hey!  When
did you change clothes?"

I laughed out loud.  "Um gee, Dad, only about an hour ago or something.  It
was all part of my plan to distract Martin so you could begin your
award-winning performance."  I felt his whole body tense up beneath me.

"Sean...what do you mean `distract' him?"  He leaned back to get a better
look at what I was wearing then ran his finger along the bottom of my
shorts and lifted up the material, exposing my dick and balls to the whole
room.  Yeah, that would be the same dick that was almost completely hard as
a result of sitting in his lap with his hand rubbing my back.  I heard
Carl's quick intake of breath and quickly pushed Dad's hand away and
covered myself up.  "Sean, these shorts are practically obscene...what the
hell...?"

I knew I was blushing, probably a glow-in-the dark deep pink
blush. "Dad...what the hell indeed!!  I'm sorry Carl, I didn't know Dad was
gonna flash my stuff at you like that!"

"He's already seen your equipment Sean, or have you forgotten your little
nudie show when he and I first walked into the house tonight?"

"Not in THAT condition he hasn't.  Fuck Dad!"

He looked at me very surprised that I'd hauled out the `F' word and not
quite sure what caused it to come out of my mouth.  Then he glanced down at
my hands covering my crotch and it dawned on him what he had done.  His
face lost some of its color for a moment.  "Oh...yeah, `fuck' is
right...christ I'm sorry son, I wasn't even thinking about Carl sitting
over there.  I'm sorry about that Carl, and I'm REALLY sorry Sean...you're
right, that was a definite `Fuck Dad' moment.  Please buddy, believe me I
really didn't mean to do that."

Carl just nervously cleared his throat and was trying to look anywhere but
at me.  I was pretty sure that any other guy who had been at the house
tonight would have just laughed and joked about it well, except Martin of
course, but I knew more about Carl than Dad did, at least I was pretty sure
I did.  I could tell Carl was uncomfortable, I was uncomfortable and
Dad...I don't think Dad knew what to do or say next either.  I decided to
just skip past it for now and get this evening over with.

"Anyway...do you remember the words I said to you when you met me in your
bedroom after Carl showed you the text I sent to his cell phone?"  He
nodded that he did, but I just stared at him, and he finally realized that
I was waiting on him to repeat them.

He cleared his throat.  "You said that Martin was recording our dinner
conversation and that he was working for someone else to underbid us."  I
nodded to him and waited to see if the rest of what I told him had even
sunk in.  He thought for a moment, then his eyes opened wide.  "You also
said he was an over-sexed jackass.  I'll admit that didn't make any sense
with the rest of what you told me, but I just thought you were remarking on
how smarmy he was."

"No Dad.....I guess I could have been clearer.  From the moment he walked
in the door tonight he was looking at me like I was a side of beef, or a
toy or something.  He held my hand too long when I was shaking his; I
finally had to yank mine away from him.  Every time I did anything remotely
`servant like' around the table, like dishing out food or refreshing
everyone's beer, he smirked at me.  The last time I gave him a bottle of
beer he ran his finger up and down my hand and licked his lips at me.  It
got to the point where I didn't want to get anywhere near him, that's why I
kinda plopped one of the pies and the dishes in front of you to handle.  I
saw you give me a look, but I just didn't want to run the risk of him
touching me again.  There was no doubt in my mind that he thought I was
just your queer little slave boy and he wanted some of me for himself."

Dad looked at Carl with his eyes wide open and eyebrows raised.  I glanced
over at Carl and saw almost a mirror expression on his face.  "Sean...why
didn't you say something to me earlier son?!?  That son of a bitch...I was
mad at him before but now I'm royally pissed!  Carl, would you mind staying
with Sean why I go find that fucker and beat the shit out of him?"

He started to get up but I shoved his shoulders back in the chair.  "Dad,
calm down, please!  He didn't hurt me, and he'll get what's coming to him.
Besides, he's probably meeting with the other company right now to spill
your secrets so you wouldn't find him anyway.  I used his arrogance to keep
him from paying too much attention when you were moving into your `we're
gonna raise our rates' mode at the table.  I didn't intend to do anything
too obvious, I just changed my clothes into something I thought would
distract him enough for him to lose his focus...and...okay, I may have
scratched my balls a little to keep his eyes occupied.  It worked cuz he
started rubbing himself, but as soon as he realized you were increasing
your bid he lost all interest in me and I swear, he looked like he was
gonna start jumping up and down with happiness at the turn of events.  I'd
bet anything he gets some kind of extra payoff every time he hands over his
recordings"

"Sean...shit on a cracker, that went well beyond what was necessary.  Son,
you already know what kind of man he is as far as business is concerned.
He's unscrupulous, untrustworthy...he's just scum son.  Now add that he may
be a child molester or something on top of that.  Sean you're such an
intelligent boy, whatever made you think it was a good idea to bait a
potential child molester.  He knows where you live Sean, he knows what
hours I work which means he knows when you're alone in the house.  Shit
Sean, you have no idea what he's capable of.  Letting a molester see you
acting like that...it's like throwing raw meat to a lion!"

I couldn't look at Carl and I couldn't look at Dad.  I didn't look at Carl
because I knew that he had, at least one time in his life, tried to play
with a little boy in a park bathroom, and I couldn't look at Dad because I
knew he was right and I was very embarrassed.

I started to crawl out of his lap.  He tried to hold me by my arm but I
wrenched it free.

"Sean....." He almost whispered.

"I'm gonna go get out of these clothes.  They're too small...and I feel
really stupid and foolish in them now," I said as I walked away from them
towards my room.  I closed my door quietly, pulled off the clothes and
replaced them with a pair of long sweats and a thick t-shirt.  I crawled
onto my bed and sat there, thinking about the events of the entire evening.
I wasn't kidding when I told them I felt foolish.  Dad was right; Martin
knew too much about me for me to feel safe just walking to and from school
now, and it could be days, weeks or months before anything happened to him
as far as being put in jail.  If he figured out I had anything to do with
exposing him...hell, even if he didn't and was just horny...I could be in
big trouble.  The tears started to fall and I just didn't feel like
stopping them.

I could hear Dad's and Carl's voices in the kitchen, and then I could tell
they had gotten closer to my room which meant they were on the computer and
were working on the bidding spreadsheet to update the numbers.  I opened up
my book and tried to read, but after a while I realized I had only read
about six pages but hadn't absorbed anything.  I flipped back a couple of
pages and had no memory of reading what was written there.  I sighed and
placed my bookmark back where it was before I'd attempted to read, knowing
I would just need to read those pages again later.

I grabbed my cell phone and started to play a game.  I chose the simplest
game I had; all you had to do was get three or more of the same color dots
in a row in order for that row to disappear, but I wasn't even doing a good
job with that!  I kept timing out before I'd even cleared a couple of rows.
It made me mad at myself that I couldn't do even this simple diversion but
I kept trying.  I didn't know how long I'd spent fussing over it when I
heard a soft knock.

Dad opened the door just enough to poke his head in.  "Sean...honey...Carl
is leaving."

I just nodded but didn't look away from my phone.  "Please tell him goodbye
for me.  He should take home some of that second pie we bought if he
wants," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

He paused for a moment and I heard him let out a breath.  "Okay son, I'll
let him know."  Dad closed the door.  I could hear them talking again, then
the front door opened and closed, the lock and deadbolt siding into place
afterwards.

Dad knocked on my door again and came in.  He stood there for a moment and
looked at me but I didn't look up, pretending to be immersed in the stupid
game.  The tears started to fall again but I ignored them.  He walked over
and got on the bed, sitting right next to me, sides touching.  He watched
me play the game for a few minutes and could easily see how poorly I was
playing.  He slowly reached over and took the phone from me, shut off the
game, and then put his arm around me and drew me into him.  The floodgates
opened up and I started sobbing into his chest.

"My baby boy," he whispered, reaching up and softly stroking the hair on my
head.  "Sweetheart, tell me what's going through your head right now.  I
know it's been a rough evening for all of us but especially for you.  I'm
just...well...I'm just not sure if it's one thing or many that has you so
upset, and I want to help you through it, whatever it is."

I tried to catch my breath so I could stop sobbing.  I noticed I was
clutching and unclutching his shirt in my hands, and the oddest thought
crossed my mind about how I would have to iron that for him, before I
reasoned that it was going in the laundry to be washed anyway.  Even if he
hadn't worn it all day, between my snot and my tears and now the new
wrinkles, it wasn't going to go back into the closet until some detergent
and water had hit it.  Strangely enough thinking of such bizarre things
helped me get control of myself.  I still couldn't look up at him though.

"Fot starters...I just can't believe you flicked out my hardon for Carl to
see like that!  I know it was an accident, but...fuck Dad, I don't kow
what's worse: him seeing my hardon, or him wondering why I would have had
one in the first place!"

"Damn buddy, that's twice you've said `fuck' in one night.  Now I really
know you're upset."

I know he said that just to try to lighten the mood, and it did a little,
but I still wasn't ready to calm down all the way.  "Yeah, well...then you
started in on child molesters...you just don't understand Dad!"

I think he was a little startled by the abrupt change in the subject matter
so he was quiet for a moment.  "Sean, I'm sorry if I scared you about
Martin.  No, you know what, I'm glad if I scared you!  You don't know how
worried I get that you walk to school every day Sean.  You already
experienced being bullied when there was no one else around to help protect
you.  You're a great-looking guy Sean, and yeah, you've got a slight build
and to some that makes you an easy target.  It's not just bullies you have
to think about Sean, there are some bad people out there who would love to
get their hands on a cute guy like you.  I know you were doing what you
thought would help me tonight, and I can't tell you how much I appreciate
everything, but...I just don't think you thought that last part all the way
through son."

"I know that now Dad, and you're right, I should have talked that over with
you before I did it.  I think I half-expected the police to swoop in later
tonight and lock him away so it wouldn't matter what I did.  I know now
that it could take a long time for him to be brought up on charges, if he
ever is.  You called it Dad, I just didn't think it all the way through.  I
just wanted to help you, but that wasn't the right way to do it."

"I get it Sean, I really do.  You always go above and beyond in your
schoolwork and you're way more sexually advanced than I was at your age.  I
get why you took this seduction idea of yours by the horns and ran with it.
But what did you mean when you said I `just didn't understand'?  It didn't
seem like this is what you were talking about."

Oh for that magic wand you could wave to go back in time before you did or
said something you regretted.  Based on this evening I would have been
waving that thing in the air frantically, trying to fix a few things I'd
messed up.  It had been weighing heavily on my mind that I never told Dad
what I saw that day at the park though, and I feared the longer I waited
the angrier he might get with me for the delay when I finally did tell him.
It was time to fess up.

"Dad...okay I didn't say anything about his because...well...I just didn't
know HOW to say or if I SHOULD ever say it."  I stopped and sighed, trying
to get my thoughts in order.  I finally decided it was time I looked at his
face instead of his chest.  When I did he had a very concerned look.

"Sean...honey, come on you're scaring me now.  Are you okay, is there
something wrong?  Did someone bully you again...do your ribs hurt
again......?"

"No Dad, it really isn't about me so much.  Okay.  Remember a few months
ago when we picked up drive-thru chicken and went to the park?"

"Yeah Sean...you and Carl and I."

"Yes, that day.  Well, you remember I had to go visit the restroom so I
left you at the picnic table sorting out the food while I went to pee.
When I came back you asked me if I saw Carl while I was walking to and from
the restroom...and...well, I lied to you Dad.  I did see him.  Well, I
didn't actually `see' him, so I tried to convince myself that it wasn't
really a lie.  But I did know where he was."

"Sean...I have no idea where you're going with this, but you know better
than to use the strict meaning of a word to weasel out of telling the
truth.  You sound like a politician now.  A lie of omission is still a
lie."

"I know Dad and I'm sorry.  I just didn't know how to handle this one.  I
did `hear' Carl, even though I didn't see him."

"There you go Sean, see you omitted telling me what you knew even though
you did know I was asking about Carl's whereabouts.  That wasn't the right
thing to do son."

"I know Dad, I know...just let me get finish this okay, you can punish me
later if you want but I have to get through this."  I looked at him and
waited until he nodded for me to go ahead.  "Okay.  I heard Carl in one of
the bathroom stalls...and he wasn't alone."

I watched Dad for a reaction and I thought I saw an actual smirk start to
form on his lips before the expression on my face made him rethink it.  It
suddenly occurred to me that Dad must have though Carl was hooking up with
another guy in there...an adult guy.

"I know what you're thinking Dad, but the person in the stall with
Carl...he was one of the little league players.  I'd be surprised if he was
even 10 years old yet."

Dad's eyes flew wide open as did his mouth.  He stared at me for a moment,
then he must have realized his mouth was open because he shut it so fast I
heard his lips shut.  "Sean...son...that's a big accusation...I mean...look
you've never been one to tell stories but....."

"Dad I heard the boy and an older man talking, to quietly for me to hear
what they were saying so I couldn't tell what the man said to the boy, but
the boy yelled `No!' then ran out of the stall and out of the restroom.  I
saw the boy, Dad.  In fact I saw him again later sitting back with the rest
of his baseball team, he looked nervous as hell.  I was a little surprised
at what happened in that stall but I just assumed it was the boy's father
or older brother in there with him.  But then I heard some grumbling then
the man yelled out `Fuck!'...yeah Dad, that's number three `F' words for me
tonight...and it was Carl, Dad.  I recognized his voice with just that one
word.  I was shocked and all I wanted to do was get out there.  I wasn't
thinking though and just out of habit I flushed the urinal.  I heard Carl
ask if anyone was out there...I just ran Dad.  I zipped up as I was running
and I didn't stop running until I was almost back to you.  And then when
Carl came wandering over to the table later and you wondered out loud how
it was that we hadn't seen each other when we both used the restroom...he
looked at me...and he *knew* Dad.  He knew it was me in the restroom with
him.  The only thing he didn't know was how much I heard, but heck, you
know how long it takes someone to pee.  As far as Carl was concerned
whoever flushed that urinal had to have been standing there for at least 30
to 60 seconds."

Dad just stared at me, then he slowly closed his eyes and took a deep
breath.  I almost thought he was going to yell at me, call me a liar,
anything like that.  Instead he opened his eyes, turned a little so we were
facing each other, and took both of my hands in his.

"Sean...first of all, none of this conversation ever leaves this room
unless you and I both talk about it and agree to it.  Is that understood?"

I don't think he ever put anything to me quite that way before, but I did
get the seriousness of all of this.  I started to just nod but I caught
myself.  "Yes Dad, I understand."

"Okay.  When we were in our teens and Carl and I started to mess around, he
used to comment on how cute he thought some of the younger neighborhood
kids were.  And I do mean younger Sean...just like that 10-year old little
leaguer young.  I joked with him about it at first.  I didn't think he was
serious, I mean this was us being all nervous and giddy and everything,
playing with our dicks and afraid of getting caught.  There was a lot going
on in my head and I just thought he was trying to keep it just silly enough
that we didn't freak out over what we were doing.  The older we got
though...well he didn't stop making those comments and I started to think
he wasn't joking so much anymore.  I finally told him to knock it off, that
if he ever touched any of those kids I'd beat the shit out of him.  I mean
these were kids who hadn't the slightest idea about sex, they hadn't seen
any changes in their bodies yet...they still thought girls had cooties.
Maybe it's ironic that I can say that now when...you and me...you were just
12 Sean...oh shit," he moaned, rubbing his face with his hands.

I knew exactly what he was thinking.  He was comparing me to those little
kids and he was worrying that I was no different than them.  I had to stop
that line of thinking before he got any further with it.

"Dad, c'mon you just said it yourself.  Yeah I was `only' 12, but I was
just about to turn 13, and I WAS thinking all the time about sex, I HAD
noticed changes in my body, I mean I was getting pubes and stiffies and
everything!  If I had closer guy friends I would have started messing
around with them like you and Carl did, if not by then, certainly now that
I can cum.  I was just one of the lucky ones who had a father who would
teach me the right way.  Don't even think for a moment you `did' anything
to me Dad, I wanted to learn and you've been teaching me...you're the best
Dad ever!  But Dad I have to confess...I'm afraid I still think girls have
cooties."

He busted up when he heard that, and I could tell I'd put a stop to the "I
molested my little boy' thoughts he was having.

"Okay Sean, thanks.  I'm really wondering if you can read my mind
sometimes.  Anyway, Carl stopped talking about the young boys after that,
but every once in a while...every so often I would see him staring at the
kids.  After we got into college though he was dating and getting it on
with guys our age, so I thought he'd gotten past that.  I guess he hasn't.
And now...now I have to worry about leaving you alone with him and about
what he's doing when I'm not around to watch him."  I started to say
something but Dad held his hand up to stop me, a stunned look on his face.
"Okay...now I really get it Sean.  I lifted up the leg of your shorts and
showed your hardon to a guy who likes young boys.  No wonder you freaked!
I am such a fucking moron!!"

"NO Dad, don't you ever say that.  Nobody talks about my Dad like
that...not even my Dad!!  And you're combing two different reactions I had
into one Dad.  Yeah, I was embarrassed that Carl saw my woodie, but I would
have been embarrassed if ANYONE had seen my woodie.  His past, and maybe
present, sexuality had nothing to do with it."

He looked at me funny, and I could tell I'd lost him on that explanation,
so I soldiered onward.  "After the `woodie flashing' you then went on to
talk about child molesters...as in Martin...right there in front of Carl.
I'm not saying Carl has ever molested a child...the event in the park
restroom was a failure after all...but geez Dad, I know you had no idea
what the effect was you were having on Carl, but I can only imagine what he
must have been thinking."

"Oh fuck me, I see it now.  Sorry Sean, but I think I need to do a U-turn
back to my earlier comment about being a moron.  I put both feet in my
mouth tonight!"

I leaned up and kissed him then snuggled my head under his chin.  He hugged
me and we sat there for a few minutes.

"What are you going to do Dad?  Will you say anything to Carl about his
personal life?  I wouldn't have any idea how you would bring something like
that up in the conversation, but I know you.  Carl is a good friend and
your chief engineer.  I hate to think like this, and to be honest it's the
first time I have thought about it, but what he does could affect your
business and its reputation.  I'll help in any way I can Dad...but I'll
wait on you to call the shots this time, I've stuck my neck out enough
already."

He sighed and shook his head.  "I don't know how I'll approach this with
him Sean.  I'll have to think this over for a while.  You're right though.
If he ever got caught doing something...well yeah it could affect the
reputation of my business, but it would also be a horrible thing for one of
my best friends and for the child.  I can't think of a way you can help
right off the top of my head but if I do I'll let you know."

"Well you know Dad, you guys haven't gone to the Tavern in ages; maybe that
would be something you could do.  I'm not saying to get drunk, just go to
relax, find a quiet corner...if they have those there...and talk.  I'll
even make us all some dinner first before you head out if you want."

"It has been a while since we went out for drinks.  I think the last time
was for my birthday, but that got so out of hand I haven't been in any
hurry to repeat it.  I'm not even talking about what happened between us
here at the house Sean, there was just no excuse for me to get so sloshed
that night, even if it was my birthday.  And thanks for the dinner offer
buddy but I'm thinking it might be a better idea that Carl not see you
beforehand, especially if I feel it necessary to mention what you saw at
the park.  I hate like hell to drag you in on this Sean, but if I'm gonna
talk about this with him I can't just start asking him questions about it
without having a basis for doing so."

"I understand Dad, I kinda knew I'd be involved one way or the other.  I
just hope he doesn't get mad at me for telling on him.  He and I had a
pretty rough time getting along before I was beaten up, but we've gotten
closer and I hope he considers me his friend now.  I'd hate to go back to
where we were before, or worse.  I really didn't feel the slightest bit
uncomfortable standing naked around him when you guys surprised me tonight,
I just hope he didn't think I was...I don't know, not coming on to him
exactly but...rubbing his face in it maybe?  I mean once he for sure knows
that I did hear him in that restroom I don't want him to think I'm skittish
around him, cuz I'm really not.  I don't think he'd ever try anything with
me.  To be honest I didn't mind being naked around him one bit, heck he
could even join us if he comes to have dinner with us sometimes...although
maybe I'm the only one who thinks that's appropriate right now."

He gave me a big grin and shook his head.  I noticed he'd been doing a lot
of head shaking around me lately.  I decided I had to see what kept
bringing on that reaction from him.  "Sean, you're a force to be reckoned
with.  Truthfully I don't see Carl as the `sitting around naked with other
people' type, even if none of the rest of this was happening.  Besides, as
open-minded as I am, right now I'm a little anxious about the idea of my
naked 13-year old around him, and I am rather ashamed to admit that Sean.
I'm always ready to give most folks the benefit of the doubt, but it
suddenly seems a little different when it's my own son factored into the
equation.  I hope that doesn't change your opinion of me son."

I hugged him to me as tightly as I could.  "You never have to worry about
that Dad.  I understand the conflict, I just hope this doesn't mess up your
friendship with Carl.  Be careful Dad, but don't worry about me."

He caressed my head then kissed me on top.  "I'll always worry about you
Sean.  It's part of the whole `Aaron-`n-Sean deal' I signed up for baby
boy, and that is an ironclad contract."

I grinned up at him.  "Hey, I don't remember signing any contract!"

He smirked back at me.  "It was a verbal agreement Sean.  You `signed' it
the first time you cried out in the delivery room.  That was it for me
son...signed, sealed and...you'll pardon the pun...delivered."

Damn this man made me so happy to be his son.  I just snuggled into him
tighter and smiled.  I didn't know how soon he would find out if our fake
bidding plan worked but I sure hoped it did.  I just wanted my Dad to be
happy.

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