Date: Fri, 12 Jun 2015 17:44:11 +0000 (UTC)
From: Bjork Nut <bro.yobro@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mid-Life Discovery pt. 3

Disclaimer: Copyright (c) 2015.  All rights reserved.  No part of this
story may be reproduced in whole or in part without written permission of
the author.  Author encourages safe and sane sexual behavior.  Author
cannot be held responsible for accidents or injuries or any other
misfortunes that result from proper or improper application of the
information contained in this story.  This story is meant to be a
masturbatory aid only.


Any similarity between people and places in this story and any real people
and places is purely coincidental.  Despite the terms such as "boy" or
"son", all characters in this fiction are just that, fictional, and as
such, do not exist in any reality or corporeal form, but if it makes you
feel better then, yes, they are of legal age and enter into their
activities consensually.  If this type of material is illegal in your
location please be smart and go somewhere else, same applies if you are
under the legal requirement to access this type of fiction.


Thanks to Nifty for providing the public with this archive.  Please
consider donating to allow this resource to continue.  Feedback is welcome,
flames will be ignored.


****************************************************************************************************************************


Mid-Life Discovery pt. 3




I woke up Monday morning resolute in what I had to do next.  As I stared at
my reflection in my bathroom mirror, I knew that if I continued on the path
I was on things would not be the same, there was too much at risk.  I would
have to break my family apart.  I felt a strange calm as I made the mental
plans to divorce my wife.


I knew that our marriage had failed long ago, the foundation of love that
our marriage had been built on had never been nurtured, so, it was easy for
the cracks of complacency, apathy and disinterest to take hold and grow.  I
looked around my bathroom and saw the trappings of comfort that had been
used to mask the fundamental problems between me and my wife.


I made my way down to the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee and a quick
breakfast, as I walked through the house I felt like a hermit crab and the
house was my giant shell of a home, a home that I realized no longer fit
me.  It's cavernous size reflecting the emptiness that was a life devoid of
affection.  As I walked into the kitchen, my heart caught in my throat,
there sitting at the table was the one thing I truly loved without a doubt.
Roderick.


My son had his back turned to me so he hadn't seen me enter the kitchen, he
had his earbuds stuck in his ears so he hadn't likely heard me either.  I
walked up to him from behind and put my arms around him in a hug.  This
gesture had a two-fold effect.  First, it scared the heck out of my son,
and two, in his startlement he jerked his head back and knocked me in the
mouth.  I felt the sting of my lip being split, followed by the tangy
metallic taste of blood in my mouth.


"Oww." I cried out bringing my hand to my mouth.  My son, yanking his
earbuds out, turned and looked at me, wide-eyed, with fear and surprise.


"Oh my god, Dad!  You scared the crap outta me.  Oh, shit, are you
alright?" he said as he saw blood beginning to seep through my fingers.


I made my way to the kitchen sink to rinse out the cut and used the glass
door of the under cabinet microwave as a mirror to assess the damage.  It
wasn't anything critical.  A small scab would likely form soon and my lips
would swell.  I would live.  My son had moved over to me at this point and
stood behind me.  Our eyes locked on each other through the mirrored
surface of the microwave door.


"Well no major damage done, son," I said turning to face him.  He handed me
a paper towel to blot up the blood.


"Sorry, dad," he said, "But I hope that teaches you not to sneak up on
people," he added as he began laughing at the incident.


I pretended mock indignation and I brought my hand up and lightly cuffed
him on the side of the head.  He laughed all the way back to the table, to
finish up his breakfast.  Seeing the time on the microwave clock, I told
Roderick to hurry along as we needed to make his morning practice on time.
My son rose from the table still eating his breakfast burrito and moved
around to grab his bag.  With a mouthful of food, he mumbled, "Let's go."


The drive down to the marina was uneventful, morning traffic was light, and
Roderick had been too distracted with his phone to pay much attention to
me.  My thoughts themselves had me to preoccupied to try and start anything
this early.  I dropped my son off at practice, this time however, I didn't
linger.  I waved at him as he exited the car and made his way to the boat
dock.


The drive into the office was uneventful.  I pulled into my spot in the
parking garage, grabbed my briefcase and walked towards my office.  On my
way across the sky bridge that connected the parking garage to the hospital
I glanced at all the people and students beginning to go about their
business.  One in particular, caught my eye.  He was a young asian looking
buck, he was running topless in a pair of very short shorts.  His shirt
dangled at his side, but, what had captivated me was the way the morning
light glinted off his sweaty chest and torso.  From my vantage point high
above the street, I imagined bending the young stud over my desk and
driving my cock into him, as well as, wondering what his cum would taste
like.  I chuckled at myself as I stereotypically hoped it would be green
tea and ginger.


As I walked into my office, I saw I was one of the first to arrive, I made
my way past reception and towards my private area.  Walking into my space I
saw Eric at his desk.  Pleasantly surprised I gave him a cheerful good
morning.  He responded in-kind as I moved on into my office.  I powered up
my computer, I picked up the phone and called Eric into my office.


A heartbeat later Eric was in my office, pad and pen in hand.  His
diligence never failed to amaze; I smiled and pointed to a chair.


"So how was the weekend," I asked him, "Any soreness?"


"Weekend was good, boss, soreness is a little better now.  But, Saturday
was a bear!  Spent the whole day feeling like I had Tyrannosaurus Arms."


I chuckled at his description of his symptoms.


"Well, let me know if I need to take it easy on you."


"No! Please don't, I need to push myself with the weights.  I was in pain,
but, it was a good pain," he said.


I gave him a hearty laugh.


"Good to know, then.  You ready for this afternoon then?"  I asked him.


"Yup, what were you thinking of us hitting today?"  "Well we hit chest and
back pretty hard on Friday, so, I'm thinking today will be a leg day."


"Sounds good," he responded.


"Alright then, we'll head out early again today and hit the gym.  I'm
thinking we can start training Monday, Wednesday, and Friday if you're up
for it."


"Oh wow, boss, that would be great, will it be ok around the office?"


I chuckled at his concern.


"It will be if I say it is, besides, we are planning to unveil a fitness
reward program to encourage more folks to go out and workout.  So we should
be good, but, if it makes you feel better just don't tell people we are
specifically working out together."


Eric seemed visibly relieved by the last statement.


We moved on to work topics next; our meeting over we moved on with our
day's tasks.  My day quickly became consumed with meetings and paperwork.
Due to one of my meetings running a little long I decided to take a late
lunch and then hit the gym.  I shot a quick email to my colleague, Daniel
to see if he wanted to grab a bite together.  Daniel agreed and we headed
out to lunch.


Daniel was the head of the hospital's legal department and I was glad he
agreed to join me since the purpose of the lunch was two-fold.  I needed to
catch up with Daniel on some work items and to see if he could recommend a
good divorce lawyer.  We met in the lobby area of the administrative
offices and walked to one of the close-by eateries located around the
hospital.  We ended up picking a higher end sandwich and salad place.


Daniel was a brilliant legal mind, and, because of this he was one of the
hospital's youngest Legal Department Head's.  Just barely in his 50's
Daniel kept himself incredibly fit and styled, and, while similar in
height, Daniel was a handsomely rugged ginger compared to my refined sandy
blonde.  His skin was a beautiful peaches and cream complexion and his
smattering of freckles only enhanced his matinee-idol looks.  Additionally,
it was an open secret that Daniel might be gay, but, nobody had ever asked,
and, Daniel certainly wasn't telling.  We made small talk as we ate our
meal, but, I knew I would have to broach the subject sooner than later.


"Hey Dan," I started changing the tone and timbre of my voice to something
a little more serious.  Daniel picked up the change and put down his fork
and leaned back in his chair.


"Can I ask you something?" I started.


"Sure For, what's going on,"


I breathed in deep and let it out slowly.


"I think I will be needing a divorce lawyer, can you recommend me a good
one?"


Daniel looked at me with shock on his face.


"Oh man, For, sorry to hear that, yeah, I know a few I could recommend,
but, man, what's going on."


"Honestly, Dan, the marriage has been over for a long while, but, the
clincher is,"


I looked around to see if someone might be listening in, and then I took
another deep breath.


"This stays between you and I, correct?"  I asked Daniel.  He nodded in
agreement.


"I think I'm gay."  As I said this I suddenly felt a huge wave of relief
lift off my shoulders.


"Holy shit, man, I didn't expect that,"

I chuckled at his reaction.


"Yeah, well, I kinda wasn't expecting it either, but, there you go."


"Well dude, don't hold back, give me the details, how did it happen, when
did it happen and who did it happen to."


I felt a twinge of panic as I heard his questions, I wavered on whether to
trust Daniel with the whole truth or not.  I decided to play it safe, I
would hate for someone to misunderstand what happened between me and
Roderick and be sent to jail.


"Well," I began, "First let me ask you this, Are you gay, Dan?"


Daniel our green eyes locked


"Yes," he responded, "Now answer my questions."


I chuckled at him.


"It happened just the other day.  I was on a run on the trail by my house
and I spotted this very handsome cyclist.  He was in a bit of a bind so I
gave him a ride back into the city.  He invited me up to his apartment,
and, man, I don't know, one thing led to another and the next thing I knew
I had this guy cock in my mouth and I was sucking it down like I was a
Dyson.  And, it felt great!  Man, I was like a man possessed with this guy.
It was the most intense experience I ever had."


Daniel soaked in the information, he leaned forward again a smile played
across his lips.  "You know, one experience doesn't make you gay, For.  It
just means you're questioning your choices."


I blushed as he said this and leaned in as well.


"This wasn't my first time," I whispered.


Daniel's eyebrows rose in surprise.  I told him about the the jerk-off
movie I had done in the past and then told him about my encounter with
Roderick, of course names and age were changed to protect the innocent.
And then I told him about the sexual flirting I was having with Eric.


"Holy shit, man." Daniel finally said, "Well, my opinion as your friend is
get it boy.  Now my opinion as your legal counsel, is tread carefully with
Eric.  While not expressly forbidden, inter-office dalliances, are not
looked kindly upon by the hospital.  Especially, if it leads to termination
or possible litigation.  Now, as to whether this makes you gay, well, the
only thing I can say to that is that if you feel that, well, then welcome
to the club."


"Thanks Dan, I appreciate the support," I said, "Just wish I could say the
same about the wife.  I don't think she will take it kindly when I serve
her the divorce papers."


"Just be honest with her, and, hope for the best, who know she might
surprise you.  Man, that was some heavy stuff to take in over lunch.  But,
don't stress over it, For.  I will email you the names of the best divorce
lawyers I know when I get back to the office and just take it from there."


Both of us rose from the outdoor table we were sitting at, I shook his
hand, and said, "Thank, Dan, truly appreciate it."


We walked back to the hospital and parted ways on the street corner across
from the hospital.  I headed off towards the parking structure and he back
to work.  I emailed Eric that I would see him at the gym and headed towards
my car.


I drove into the gym's small parking lot and parked my Audi near the front
of the building, by the looks of it, Eric and I would be having an
uncrowded session.  I walked in and made my way to the locker rooms.  I
went up to the same locker I had used on Friday and started to change into
my gear.  A few minutes later, I walked out of the locker room and hit the
mats to stretch while I waited on Eric.


Eric walked into the gym about 10 minutes later.  He cut a fine figure in
his work slacks and button down.  As he made his way to the locker room he
spotted me and waved.  I nodded and pointed at my watch and snapped my
fingers.  He gave me a salute and trotted off to the men's locker room to
change.


I decided to move to the squat rack and wait for Eric there and it would be
easier for him to spot me since the squat rack was near the locker room
entrance.  I caught Eric's reflection in the floor length mirror mounted on
the wall before the squat rack as he emerged from the locker room and took
my breath away.  It appeared that all the boys were wearing the same get up
these days, because he wore a tank top similar to the one my son had worn
the day of the massage, deep cut "v" in front, spaghetti straps, racer
back, and armholes that went down to the hem of the shirt.  His tank
top,however, was a bright orange hue in what looked to be a tri-blend
fabric.  Beneath this he wore a pair of black Lululemon ½ tights that
complimented him extremely well.


Eric spotted me at the squat rack our eyes locking onto each other courtesy
of the mirror.  As he made his way over I tried to surreptitiously readjust
myself in my jock so that we wouldn't have any embarrassing situations.


"Hey boss," Eric said as he came to a stop by the squat rack, "Sorry for
running late."


"Don't sweat it, kid," I said, "Was just trying to give you a hard time."


He smiled widely.  I raked my eyes over his body, his porcelain skin just
begging to be stroked.  I turned to grab some weight plates to have them at
the ready before I started loading the rack.


"So you ready for this," I continued.


"Let's do this," he said.


I explained and demonstrated the mechanics of the back squats we were going
to do, and, like Friday we would be looking to establish his three-rep max.
He nodded his head in understanding.  I had him step up to the rack and try
a few reps at the light weight.  Eric positioned the bar across his upper
back and dropped down into a squat position once he had cleared the stops.
His form was good as he dropped down low.  My eyes were riveted on his ass
as he slowly came back up.


"Good," I said, "Keep the movement under control."


I placed my hand on his lower back, my fingers resting just above the swell
of his ass.  Our eyes met in the mirror, the air between us becoming
electric.  Eric re-racked the weighted bar, and, stepped back.


"How was that weight?" I asked him.


"It was good, if a little lite."  he responded.


I grabbed two 25lb weight plates from the rack next to us and placed them
on the bar.


"Alright, son, same thing, 3 reps." I said looking at Eric.  A smiled
played across his face when he heard me call him son.  He walked up to the
bar and breathed out as he got into position, lifting the bar, he took a
step back and went down into a full back squat.  The back of his tank top
rose up a bit and rested just above his lycra covered ass.  My cock was
beginning to lengthen in my shorts at the sight.  I encouraged Eric through
his movements and we increased the weight.


At 255lbs Eric looked like he was beginning to struggle.  I got behind him
to spot him should he run into trouble.  Our eyes met in the mirror's
reflection, locking onto his gaze, I leaned in and whispered in his ear,


"I got you bud, just keep proper form, you can do it."


Eric smiled and dropped down, I dropped with him following his movement.
His ass skimming my crotch ever so lightly.  My cock twitched at the
sensation, and, I suppressed a groan.  I placed my hands on Eric's torso,
the skin-on-skin contact was visibly electric as his arms broke out in
goosepimples.  Eric muscled through his squats, the exertion was making his
skin slick with sweat, as he rose up from his last rep, my hands slipped
down his torso as he came up.  As he re-racked the bar my hands rested on
his iliac crests just above the waistband of his tights.  His skin felt
like fire beneath my hands.


"That was good, kiddo," I said snapping out of the trance the contact with
his skin had put me in.  "Next up, deadlifts."


We made our way through of series of exercises, because of Eric's
background with soccer his legs could take a slightly more weight.  I put
him through the paces with a series of squats and deadlifts.  45 minutes
later we were both exhausted.  As we made it back into the locker room I
suggested a relaxing steam, Eric agreed, and we proceeded to strip down,
grab our towels and headed off to the steam room.


The sauna, like the rest of the gym, was deserted.  Having the whole space
to ourselves I moved to the far wall and sat close to the corner so that I
could put my feet up on the "L" the bench formed at it ran the length of
the 3 walls.  Eric followed and sat one tier above me, his knee came to a
rest right by head, both of us faced the door, giving us a good view of
anyone attempting to enter.


The heat and steam of the room made my body bead with sweat, I ran my hands
through my slick chest, pools of sweat forming in the valleys of my abs.  I
arched my back to release the trapped sweat, the stretching motion let me
graze my forearm along Eric's calf.  I smiled knowingly as he did not pull
away.  My cock twitched underneath my towel as it began to spring to life.


Eric's next move caught me by surprise, he lifted his legs and swung around
so that he was lying down on the bench behind me.  The back of my head
could now rest of his abs if I wanted it to.  I pushed my head back a bit
and let my hair graze his skin ever so gently.  I head Eric expel a gasp.
The outline of my cock was becoming increasingly visible beneath my terry
cloth towel.


Unfortunately, any possible fun, came to a screeching halt as the door
opened and in walked an elderly gentlemen.  I, nodded at the man as he came
in and made his way to opposite bench.  I breathed out a sigh and slowly
got up from my spot and made my way out of the sauna.  I walked towards my
locker.  Eric followed a minute or so later.  He spotted me and made his
way over to me.  His locker it seemed was the same from our last visit as
well.  None of us spoke, we knew the moment had passed, but, we could still
feel the charge in the air.


I toweled off all traces of sweat from my body and slipped back into my
suit.  Standing there in just my black N2N briefs and my over-the-calf
socks, an image, of me fucking Eric crossed my mind.  In my mind's eye I
only wore my suit jacket and my socks.  My cock stirred and filled at the
thought.  Eric and I finished dressing at roughly the same time and headed
out of the gym.


I could feel my dick weighing heavily in my slacks as I made my way to my
car.  I told Eric I would see him tomorrow and we both headed on our
respective ways.  Sitting in the car, I thought about what Daniel had said
and wondered if I should take it easy with Eric.  The boy was incredibly
attractive, but, I didn't want to cause a situation at work.  Reviewing my
recent actions with Eric, I realized I had already encouraged enough for an
HR complaint if things ended badly.  Not that I thought he would react that
way, after all, he was flirting back at me, wasn't he?


As I drove into my car into the driveway.  I saw my wife's BMW in the
driveway.  I was surprised she was home so early.  Walking in through the
door, I was confronted by the sound of my wife speaking excitedly on her
cell phone.  She waved at me as I walked in and refocused on her call.
Setting my briefcase down on the foyer table, I followed her into the
living room.  She was wrapping her call up as I walked into the living
room.  She was had a look of sheer joy on her face.


"Oh my god!" she shouted.  "I can't believe it,"


"What's going on honey," I said.


"I was just offered the Presidency of the Franco-Ibera Foundation, and I
accepted." she said excitedly.


"Oh wow, congratulations, that's great" I responded and I gave her hug and
a kiss on the cheek.  The group was unknown to me, but, then again, I
wasn't fully versed in the philanthropic world.


"It is, isn't it," she said, "So exciting, I can't wait for us to move! The
Foundation is headquartered in Barcelona, Spain."


"Excuse me, where?" I asked


"Spain, Forrester." she said nonchalantly.  I was surprised at how she
thought Roderick and I would disrupt our lifestyles to accommodate her.


"I can't go to Spain, my job is here." I said, "And Rod is still in
school."


My wife waved me off with her hand, "Details," she said, "I'm sure we can
get it sorted.  Beside's this is a presidency, a presidency of a major
international foundation.  I am sure there are hospitals in Barcelona that
you can administer."  Her dismissive and blase attitude was beginning to
anger me.


"Nope." I said, "Not going."


"What," she said dripping with venom.


"I said, no, I am happy for you and your new position, but, I will not be
moving to Spain," I stated, "This is something that you chose to undertake
on your own with no prior discussion, or, even consideration for what
Roderick, or, I thought.  So, yay, for you, but no I, will not be going.
As for Rod, well he is at an age where he can make his own decision as
well.  It will also be his choice to stay or go." I said with stoic
finality.


My wife was not in the least bit pleased.


"Well if that's the way you feel about then fine." she said imperiously, he
rapid acquiescence surprised me.


"Oh and just so you know."  she walked over to where her Hermes Birkin bag
was lying on the couch, she pulled out a large manila envelope and handed
it to me.  "I want a divorce."


She walked out of the living room, her heels clacking on the marble
flooring as she crossed the hall to the staircase.  From the stairway she
yelled out, "Oh, and, you can start sleeping in one of the guestrooms until
this gets sorted."


I opened the envelope and reviewed the papers it contained.  She was suing
for the lion's share of my wealth and assets along with child support as
she was asking for primary custody of Roderick, which I guess was to be
expected, but, the paper's failed to mention the existence of our
pre-nuptial agreement, so, I wasn't overly concerned.


I grabbed my cell phone and sent a quick text off to Daniel.


Looks like situation fixed itself, she just served me divorce.


A few minutes later my cellphone dinged with a response.


Ouch, sorry to hear.  Sent names over email.  All great, but, #1 is #1.
Good luck.


I made my way to my study, sitting at my computer, I remotely accessed my
work email and pulled up Daniel's email and reviewed the information.  I
placed a call into the lawyer at the top of the list.  I left a message for
him and let him know that I had been referred to him by Daniel.  With my
evening effectively shot, although I recognized it could have been worse, I
made my way to the kitchen and fixed me a sandwich.


As I was putting the finishing touches on my sandwich, Roderick came
bounding into the kitchen.


"Hey dad!" He said cheerfully, "Mmm, can I have one of those?"


I gave him my just finished sandwich, smiling at him, and started making
another one.


"Kiddo," I started, "I have a bit of news."  Roderick stared up at me
between bites of his sandwich.


"Your mom and I, well, we're going to get a divorce."  My son seemed
unfazed by the news.


"Nothing, what am I playing to an empty room here?" I said.  My son looked
up at me with a hard look in his eye.


"What do you want me to say, dad, WooHoo!" he said.


I chuckled at his response trying to relieve the tension.  Reaching across
the table I tousled his hair.


"Look, kid, some changes are coming, your mom's heading overseas for a new
job and I will stay here.  I told her you're old enough to make your own
choice as to whether you stay or go."


He looked up at me and with a mouthful of food, he said, "Stay."


I smiled at him and said, "Same here buddy."


Later that evening I was lounging in just a pair of running shorts in the
guest room where I would be spending the night.  I was reviewing some items
from work, when I felt a presence, looking up from my work I saw Roderick
standing at the doorway.  I smiled at him, "What's up son, it's kind of
late for you to be up isn't it."


"Dad, it's barely 10:30, you do know I'm not a little kid anymore," he said
walking into the room.  He was wearing a pair of loose basketball shorts
and an UnderArmour tank top.  I smiled as I thought about how well I knew
that he was no longer a kid.  I scooted over, opening up some space on the
bed so that he could sit.  He sat down on the bed next to me.  "Dad, I'm
sorry about you and mom," he said.  His back was to me as he sat on the
bed, turned my body towards him and placed my hand on his back, rubbing it
back and forth in an effort to comfort him.  At which point he started to
cry.  My heart felt heavy for him and I had him lay with me in bed, his
little spoon to my big spoon, as he cried it out.  My hand rubbed his arm.


"It's going to be ok, kiddo.  Mom and I still love you. It's just that
well, honestly, son, Mom and I haven't loved each other in a long time.
Your Mom and I are two different people now and she wants to pursue other
things, and, well, her wants and my wants aren't meeting eye-to-eye."


Roderick turned around to face me, tears still welling up in his eyes, "And
what is it you want, Dad."


I stared at my beautiful son, my heart swelled with pride and joy as I
stared into the beautiful emeralds that were his eyes.  I leaned forward
and kissed him gently on tear streaked face, tasting the saltiness of his
tears.  I pulled back and then gave him a sweet kiss on the lips.


"I just want you to be happy, son," I said.


My son slowly brought up his hand and placed it on my pec, he raked his
thumb across my nipple.  I shivered in response.


"You make me happy, Dad."


His eyes were fixated on his thumb and its continued teasing of my nipple.
I could feel my cock beginning to respond.  This kid was either really
precocious, or, he had some practice under his belt.  I moved my hand to
rest it on his hip bone and scrunched the silky fabric of his basketball
shorts there.  Roderick moved in and kissed me, he swept his tongue across
my lips, my cock came to full mast in my shorts.  He took my bottom lip and
sucked it as he continued kissing me.  I moved my hand down the curve of
his hip, feeling his ass and the back of his thigh.


I rolled us over and straddled my son.  Resting my ass right over his
15-year-old cock.  I grabbed the hem of his tank top and pulled it up and
over him, exposing his beautiful torso below.  I ran my hand across his
pecs and down his abs, he sighed at my touch.  Feeling his throbbing
erection beneath me, I teased him by rubbing against it with my ass.  A
small moan escaped him.


As I bent down to kiss my son, we sparred with our tongues, I sucked and
nipped at his lips, I was afire with passion for him.  I moved my hand to
the top of the waistband of his shorts.  He was going commando under his
shorts, feeling no additional resistance, I eased my fingers past the
elastic band, feeling the smooth skin, and the silky hairs that sprouted
there.  I moved my hand down his inner thigh and across to cup his balls.
His furry balls we blazing to the touch, Roderick moaned into my mouth.


The sound of a slamming door, snapped us out of our bliss.  Oh shit! I
panicked jumping off my son and backing away from him, like he was virus.
My son, scrambled to sit up on the bed, grabbing at his tank top and
struggling to put it back on.  I walked out on to the hallway and down the
hall.  Stopping at the main landing I looked out to see where the noise had
come from.


The downstairs was in darkness, I walked down the steps turning the lights
on as I made my way around.  Nothing seemed out of order, as I made my way
back to the main staircase, I saw my wife's suitcases sitting in the foyer.
Walking into the foyer, I saw a note on the foyer table.  She let me know
that she would be staying at Fairmont Hotel in the city until she left for
Barcelona.  Which would be in about two weeks.  Any further communications
would need to be made through her attorney, whose name and number she
kindly included in the note.  She would be picking up the remaining luggage
tomorrow.  The front door was still bolted shut and I could see her BMW in
the drive, so, she must have been preparing for an early start tomorrow.


I chuckled as I set the note back down and I walked up the stairs.  At the
landing that divided the wings I yelled out, "I got your note, thanks
dear."


I made my way back to the bedroom I would be spending the night in.  My son
came out of his room as I was making my way into the guest room.


"Dad," he whispered in the darkened hallway, "Is everything ok."


I walked over to him, kissed him on the forehead and smoothed the hair on
his head.  "It will be soon, son, but, for now we might need to cool our
jets a bit."


He gave me a hug, raising up on his tiptoes he kissed me on the lips and
then turned to go back into his room, grabbing the waistband of his shorts
and flashing his ass at me just before he closed his door.  I groaned as I
saw his creamy white cheeks.  As I walked back to the guest room, my mind
was made up, I was going to have to ask this kid about his behavior.




The next day, I decided to work from home and I connected with the lawyer
that Daniel had suggested, we went over the particulars of the case, I
emailed him a copy of the pre-nuptial paperwork which he reviewed quickly
as we spoke over the phone.  He said it didn't look like it would be overly
complicated but based on her behavior last night he hoped it wouldn't get
too contentious, but, he wouldn't hold his breath.


My wife had left early and it was just me and my son.  Having finished his
morning crew practice, my son had gone back upstairs to sleep and recharge
before he headed off to afternoon soccer practice.  After my conversation
with the lawyer, I moved on to any pressing hospital matters that required
my attention.  As lunch time rolled around, I took a break from my work, as
I browsed through some music and books on Amazon, and suggestion caught my
eye.  The website suggested that I might like a sheer mesh tank top,
interest piqued, I clicked on the item and to find out more about it.  The
tank top was made of a sheer mesh fabric, the picture showed a muscular
model who looked amazing in the garment.  I could feel my cock responding
and visions of the my son in the tank top entered my head.  I quickly added
one to my cart and the website proceeded to let me know that I might like
the matching boxer short.  I quickly added one of those as well and
completed my purchase.


I walked to the kitchen and made a sandwich from me and Rod.  I sent him a
quick text to say lunch was ready and started making the sandwiches.  I was
finishing up the first one when I heard Roderick come into the kitchen.  As
he entered he grabbed the sandwich I had placed on the countertop for him
and went over to sit at the table.


"Dad, I was thinking," he started saying, "Maybe I should stay home and not
go see Aunt Sarah this summer.  You know what with the whole divorce
thing."


I had to admit, I was slightly conflicted about my son's statement.  My
heart leapt with joy that he would want to stay and try to comfort me
through this time, but, at the same time, I felt sadness that he didn't
want to go off and see the world.  I finished up putting together my
sandwich and walked over to the table.  Sitting down across my son, meeting
his gaze, I said,


"You really want to stay?"  He nodded his head in agreement.  I let out a
loud sigh.


"Well, kiddo, it's your choice, the trip was supposed to be your birthday
present, but, if you really do want to stay we can look at getting you
something else.  We still have some time to cancel the flights and I will
let your Aunt Sarah know you won't be going."


My son could detect the slight disappointment in my face, and said, "Maybe
if the divorce is settled by the end of summer we can meet them for
Christmas or something."


I smiled at him, "I like that idea, I will let your aunt know and see what
she thinks."


As we finished up our sandwiches my cellphone started ringing, I got up
from the table and went to grab the phone.  The number on the screen was
unfamiliar, but, local, so I answered thinking it was the lawyer's office.


The man on the other end of the line identified as a police officer and
asked if I was married to a Catherine Kent.  I answered in the affirmative
to both of the officer's questions.  He then proceeded to apologize and
told me that my wife had been in a terrible accident, she was being
transported to the intensive care unit of the hospital if I wished to see
her.  As the officer spoke with me on my cellphone, both my house phone and
work cell started going off.  Roderick jumped at the racket and went to
pick up the house phone.  He answered the call and I could see the color
drain from his face as i wrapped up with the officer.  He had relayed all
the necessary details I needed.


As I hung up, Roderick began to cry, I grabbed the phone from his hand and
I identified myself, the woman's voice on the other end identified herself
as the on-duty nurse and was calling to notify me that my wife had been
admitted and placed in the ICU.  I told her I had just received the police
notification and was on my way.  I hung up, hugged Roderick and told him to
grab his coat as we were leaving.


What was usually a 30/45 minute commute, I made in 20 minutes.  I pulled
into the emergency parking area of the hospital and Roderick and I ran into
the emergency room.  As I walked into the chaos that was the emergency room
I was greeted by several of the hospital's department heads and they rushed
Roderick and I to the ICU.  As I walked into my wife's room she was hooked
up to various machines and IV's.  I asked for the attending physician.
Less than a minute later, he was in the room.  The prognosis was not good.
My wife was in a coma and it was unlikely she would wake up.  As it was the
respirator was breathing for her.  If she did wake-up, the severity and
scope of the accident, would likely result in her being paralyzed, the
extent of which was unknown at the time.


I asked how it happened, the doctor didn't have all the details from the
police but from what he had been informed, a semi-truck lost control on the
highway and slammed into my wife's BMW from behind slamming the car against
the highway wall and pinning the car there.  My wife had arrived
unresponsive to the hospital and had a cardiac episode while on the
operating table.  They were able to get her heart started, but, she slipped
into a coma shortly thereafter.


Roderick and I were devastated hearing the details.  He began to cry
uncontrollably and all I could do was hold him in my arms.  The doctor and
the staff gave us a moment alone with my wife and I slowly reached out to
touch her hand.  The coolness of her skin shocked me.  My medical school
training told me there wasn't much that could be done for my wife, but, my
respect for her, despite her recent behavior, told me that we should try
something.  But, sadly the choice was out of my hands.  My son was holding
his mother's hand when she suddenly flatlined.  The shrill alarms of all
the monitors and machines she was hooked up to went off at once.  Causing a
wave of frenetic energy to wash through the room.  I grabbed my son like a
life preserver and we watched as the wave ebbed and flowed around us.




********************************************************************************************************




It took weeks, before we got back to normal, but, slowly Rod and I started
to become our old selves again.  My son's summer break was drawing to a
close and his 16th birthday was fast approaching.  He had finally resumed
making his crew and soccer practices, and, I too was starting to get a
little restless, and, I was starting to turn my attention back to work.  I
started by tackling the mounds of mail and packages that had accumulated in
the foyer.


The cleaning lady had been kind enough to try and make separate stacks for
the mail.  As I was making my way through some of the packages I came
across the tank top and boxer short set that I had bought for Roderick some
weeks ago.  I smiled as I held up the garments and placed them back in
their packaging.  I would hold off on giving him these until his birthday.
I cleared through some additional packages when the door opened and my son
came bounding in.


He was wearing his soccer kit and was a dirty, disheveled mess.  His
sweaty, musty smell hit my nose and I breathed in his scent.  He removed
his cleats so as not to mar the marble floor.  Seeing him clad in his knee
high socks, I was suddenly overwhelmed with emotion and desire.  We hadn't
touched each other sexually since the night before my wife's accident.
Desire, want, and lust all came flooding through my body.  I walked over to
my son and brought him into a hug and bent down and kissed him with all my
pent-up emotions.


My lips and tongue were all over his face, tasting the salty brine
contained therein.  He groaned beneath me as I moved down to his neck.  My
hands roamed his body, sliding smoothly across his silky clothing, my hands
rested on the waistband of his soccer shorts and I proceeded to pull them
down.  In my hunger and lust, I dropped to my knees and devoured his erect
cock.  I was assaulted by his scent as I took him down to the bone, I
pressed my nose against his pubis and inhaled the man-boy aroma that wafted
off his skin.  My son gasped out loud above me under my assault of his
dick.  I slowly backed-up, my tongue fluttering around his shaft, as I
reached the head of his beautiful penis, I pursed my lips and sucked on it
like it was the last jolly rancher on earth.  The sounds of ecstasy my son
was making were music to my ears.  I felt his knees bend, as he started
quivering, his muscles spasmed beneath my hands, his hands came down to my
shoulders to hold himself up.  I continued swirling my tongue around his
cock, along with bobbing my head and up and down.


Up.


Down.


Up.


Down.


His saliva slick cock entered and exited my mouth in squelchy
wonderfulness.  I could taste the pre-cum that was mixing with my saliva.
I grasped his shaft and pointed it upwards and ran my tongue down his
urethra, and, to his fuzzy balls.  My son shouted out in rapture, as my
tongue lapped at his balls, I suctioned one into my mouth and tongued it.


"Oh my god, dad."  I heard my son say above me.  "Oh my god."


"I'm gonna cum,"


I moved back onto his dick, not wanting to miss a single spurt of his
delicious juice.  I ran my tongue around the ridge of his head and then
probed his meatus.


"Oh, daddy, oh...daddy"


My son's entire body was shaking at this point.  His hands moved from my
shoulders to grasp my head, I felt his fingers run through my hair and then
getting a firm grip, he began to pound his cock into my mouth.


"Uh...uh...uh"


My son panted above me, his cock moving in and out of my mouth in a slick
blur.


"Oh my god...Dad...oh...oh...oh...Daddy...I'm cumming"


My son exploded into my mouth, his pent-up passion quickly flooded my mouth
and threatened to overflow.  I started swallowing his delicious nutty load.
The warm protein coated my tongue and coursed down my esophagus.  Greedily
I began sucking on his shaft in an effort to draw out as much as I could.
My son squirmed above me as post-coital sensitivity was beginning to set
in.


"Ah...ah."


He cried out as my tongue swiped across his head, collecting every trace of
cum.  Thoroughly, spent and cleaned of most of his cum I eased off his
cock, and stood back up, grabbing my son into a hug, I kissed him.  My
cummy lips moved easily against his, he opened his mouth and ran his tongue
along my lips, our tongues wrestled each other and he searched my mouth for
a taste of his cum.


My hand slid down his soccer jersey and down to cup his ass.  I gave it a
quick slap, causing my son to yelp into my mouth.  Lust and want filled our
eyes.  I gazed down at my son, my heart filled with love, pride, lust, and
desire.  Rubbing my hand lightly back and forth on his asscheek, I said,


"Let's go finish this in the shower."


We walked up the stairs and made our way to my bathroom.  Turning on all
the shower heads of my steam shower we would be surrounded in curtains of
water.  As the water reached a comfortable temperature I removed my son's
soccer jersey, he lifted his leg to start pushing his socks down, but, I
stopped him."


"Leave them on, son," I said.


Naked I walked into the shower and led him in by the hand.  My son was a
vision of wanton lust as he stood in the shower in just his knee high blue
socks.  I devoured my sons lips, I could feel his heat despite the water
that cascaded around us.  I grabbed some soap and proceeded to soap up my
son's body.  My hands luxuriating in the feel of his skin, my hands traced
over all his peaks and valley's, as if they were reading braille.  My son
moaned under my ministrations.


I bent him in half and slowly sank to my knees, my hands squeezing and
spreading his shapely ass.  The dark pink pucker hidden there winked at me
as it came to view.  I leaned in and raked my tongue across his back
entrance.  My son released a loud gasp.  I lapped at his ass and then
making a point with my tongue, slowly invaded the muscular ring.  My hand
placed his hands against the wall, as he cried out, to gain additional
support.  I speared and thrust my tongue into his back passage, his taste
was sublime, like manna from heaven.


I stood back up and slid my throbbing cock against my son's ass crack.
Both of us moaning.  I moved him over to the shower bench and placed him on
his back.  I grabbed a bottle of mineral oil that I had in the shower and
slicked my erection with it.  Then drizzled some onto his ass.  With two
fingers I pushed the oil into his ass so that the oil coated both the
outside and his insides.  My son moaned wantonly as I drove my fingers in
and out of his ass.  His legs bent at the knees jerked up.  His next move
caught me completely by surprise.  My son reached up and grabbed his ankles
and proceeded to stretch his legs completely horizontal, he looked like he
was doing a split in the air.  The net effect was that his hole was
completely exposed to my ministrations.  Desire and want blazed through me
as I saw this and had no choice but to withdraw my fingers and I sunk all
10-inches of my cock into his ass in one fell swoop.


"Aaaahhhh." My son cried out at my assault.  He threw his head back in
debauched pleasure.  As I held my cock in his ass, I could feel the
undulating waves of his anal muscles ripple along my shaft.  Oh, this kid
was good! I thought.


I started a sawing motion on my son driving my cock in and out.  My balls,
slapping on his ass, but through the sound of rushing waters.  My son
whimpered and moaned beneath me.  My son, erect cock bouncing along to my
thrusts, naked wearing only wet knee high socks, looked incredibly lewd.  I
grabbed his ankles from him, he arched his back and placed his hands behind
his head as I continued to batter his prostate.  I brought his ankles up to
my shoulders, placing on on my shoulder, the other found its way into my
mouth.


"Oh, daddy," I heard Roderick call out.


I sucked on his toes through his wet dirty socks.  I kissed along his arch
and smashed his sole against my face.  My assault on his ass getting
stronger.  Rod whimpered and cried out in ecstatic pain as my cock
stretched his ass and pummeled his prostate.  His cries were driving me on,
I succumbed to the animalistic side of me and moved down to suck and nip at
my son's nipples as I thrust my cock deep into him.


"Oh Rod...take it...I'm gonna cum."  I called out to him and increased the
pace of my hammering.


Roderick cried out as pain and pleasure coursed through his body.


"Daddy...oh...oh...it hurts." he whimpered under me.


"I'm gonna cum, son...here it comes...here it comes."  I thrust faster into
my son's ass.


We both cried out as I exploded into my son's velvety tunnel.  My body
wracked with spasms as I dumped my steaming, hot load deep into my son's
bowels.  My son whimpered beneath me.  I kissed him on the mouth as my
rock-hard cock stayed lodged in his ass.  I felt his legs clasp around my
hips, our fucking had completely drained my son of his remaining strength.


I slid my still hard cock out of his ass and sank down to the floor of the
shower.  On my knees I sat back on my heels and let the water course over
me.  My eyes fixed on the swirling water, strands of cum floating in it and
flowing down and getting caught on the drain.  Completely spent, I looked
over at my son and smiled.  My son still in post-coital bliss struggled a
little as he sat up on the shower bench.  Moving over to me he gave me a
loving open-mouthed kiss, "That was hot," he whispered in my ear and then
ran his tongue against my ear, sending delicious shivers down my spine.