Date: Tue, 23 Jul 2002 12:08:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tom Borden <tombor99@yahoo.com>
Subject: "My Father, My Son"  57th Installment

This is Chapter 57, a continuation of "My Father, My Son."  All the
conditions, warnings, and disclaimers listed at the beginning of the early
chapters of this series apply.  All comments are welcome, constructive or
destructive.


Send to Tom Borden,   tombor99@yahoo.com


My Father, My Son
Chapter 57

Michael and Jeff pulled up in front of the Menger Hotel, and the valet
drove the car to be parked.  A bellboy took their bags inside.  After
checking in, another bellboy picked up their luggage and accompanied them
to their room.

Once inside, the bellboy said, "I'm glad to see you back, Mr. Walker.  We
always enjoy having you here."  Handing a small paper bag to Michael, he
said, "After you left last time, the maid found that you had left this in
the room.  She found it on the floor next to the bed.  I told her I would
keep it and return it to you on your next visit."

Michael opened the bag to find a dildo, the one he had brought with him
last time.  "Oh, dear!" said Michael.

"Don't be embarrassed, Mr. Walker.  We find all sorts of things left in the
rooms.  A dildo's not a bad thing.  Confidentially, I own one myself."

"You do?" said Michael.

"Yes, they sure come in handy when you find yourself alone.  By the way, I
saw the Hispanic fellow, who was with you, when you checked out.  I
recognized him from the Ads I saw in the paper with his picture.  The next
night I went to see his show over at the St. Anthony."

"Oh, good," said Michael.  "Did you meet him?"

"Yes I did, after the show.  I told him how much I liked his show, and I
told him that I had seen him the night before here at the Menger with you.
I'm afraid I embarrassed him a little.  I really wanted to get together
with him sometime, but he told me he would be too busy and that he was
unable to get together with any of his fans."

Michael said, "Well, we aren't just fans of his.  We're personal friends of
his and knew him when he was performing down in Mexico."

"Well, Mr. Walker, my name is John.  If there is anything you need, please
call for me.  By the way, I get off at 10:00 every night.  I wondered if
maybe . . . ."

"We'll keep that in mind, John," said Michael.  "And thanks for returning
. . . this."

"It's my pleasure.  Bye!"

After the door closed, Michael and Jeff looked at each other with knowing
looks.  Jeff said, "We could probably have taken him right here, right now.
He's a hot little number."

"Jeff, let's take things a little slower.  I didn't come up here to share
you with others.  I want to have you to myself for awhile."

"I know, dad," said Jeff, walking over and taking his dad in his arms.  "I
wasn't serious.  You know that."

"It's almost dinner time, Jeff," said Michael.  "I'm kind of hungry for
Mexican tonight.  How about you?  Why don't we go down to the River Walk
and have dinner at Casa Rio?  It's kind of touristy and crowded all the
time, but the food's always been good.

"I'm game!"

But first, I have to take a shower.  I came so quickly when Jumper took me
on, I think I surprised him and half my cum dripped out of his mouth into
my pubic hair.  It's all dried on there and it's beginning to itch."

As Michael stripped down and walked naked into the bathroom, Jeff said,
"Dad, I never get tired of looking at your bod.  You've got the body of
twenty-year-old."

"I know better than that, Jeff.  I've seen myself in the mirror," said
Michael.

Jeff said, "I think I'll wait until we get back here to take mine.  I want
to be all fresh and sweet for you, dad."

After being seated at a table outdoors next to the river, the waiter took
their order.

"Bring me a triple Scotch on the rocks," said Michael.  "Then for dinner I
want a Guacamole salad, Enchiladas and re-fried beans."

Jeff said, "And I'll have exactly the same, thanks."

As they ate, a young man sat down alone at the table next to them and
ordered a Lone Star beer.  Jeff said, "I wonder what the story is with him.
What a great looking guy!"

"He may just be waiting for someone," said Michael.

"Do you think he's waiting for a guy or a girl?  He looks kind of bored."

When the young man noticed that Michael and Jeff were looking at him, he
said, "How y'all doing tonight, fellas?"

Jeff said, "We're doing fine.  It's kind of a hot, humid night tonight,
isn't it."

"Sure is.  This cold beer hits the spot."

"Would you like to come and join us since you're all alone," said Michael.

"Thanks.  I guess I will."

Extending his hand, Michael said, "My name is Michael, and this is Jeff."

"Nice to meet you.  My name is Jason.  I'm just hanging around.  A good
friend of mine, Pierre, is the piano player over there across the
footbridge at the lounge in the Palacio del Rio.  He's blind and needs
someone to help him.  His landlady usually picks him up when he's done and
takes him home.  But she's been in the hospital, and he's been having to
quit early to get the last bus home.  The management has been very unhappy
about his leaving before 3:00 a.m. when the place closes, and he's been
worried he might lose his job.  So I'm taking care of him and driving him
home when the place closes."

"Well, you certainly must be a very good friend.  That's very thoughtful of
you," said Michael.

"Hey, where you guys from," asked Jason.  "Do y'all live here in San
Antonio?"

Michael said, "No, we're just up here for a long weekend together.  We kind
of needed a break.  I have a ranch down a little west of Goliad, and that's
where we spend most of our time."

"That's interesting," said Jason.  "Not long ago Pierre and I met a guy who
used to work at a ranch down in that area.  I think his name was Corky
something.  I think he lives here with a guy named, Mark, who used to be a
Texas State Trooper.  They run some sort of a private detective agency
together."

"Well, that was our ranch, Jason," said Jeff.  "Corky used to work on our
ranch!  Small world!"

"Can I ask you a question?" said Jason.  "Are you two . . . uh
. . . partners?"

"Yeah.  I guess you could say that," said Michael.

"I see.  I guess Corky and Mark are partners, too."

Michael said, "Now I'll ask you a question.  Do you have a partner?"

"You mean a guy?"

"Yeah."

"No, I'm not really into that."

Jeff said, "Well, I thought maybe you and that piano player . . . ."

Jason laughed.  "No.  He and I are just good friends."

"So you never . . . ."

"Well . . ." began Jason.  "I don't know if I'd say never.  I've let him
look me over, so to speak."

What do you mean, Jason?" said Jeff.  "A blind man can't look anybody
over."

"You've got to understand about blind people.  They can see very well, but
they use their hands to see.  I've let him look me over in that way."

"Wow!" said Jeff, "And do you enjoy . . . I mean . . . do you . . . ."

"Sure I enjoy it," said Jason with a laugh.  "Who wouldn't?"

"Does he 'see' every part of you?"

"Yeah, he's seen my whole body with his hands."

"And did he see your . . . you know . . . ."

"Okay," said Jason.  "Yeah, he took a good look at my cock, too, if that's
what you want to know."

"Does he look at you very often?" asked Michael.

"Sure, fairly often."

Jeff was aching to ask Jason about what kind of sex the two of them have.
But he realized they had already exceeded the limits of propriety by asking
too many questions.  Jason had been willing to tell what he did, but Jeff
knew that there was probably a limit to what he would reveal to these two
strangers.

"Well, you guys," said Jason, finishing up his beer and standing up.  "It
was good talking to you.  I'd better get back over to the lounge and see if
Pierre needs anything.  If you have time, you should drop over there.  I
think you'll enjoy Pierre's piano playing, that is, if you like the golden
oldies."

As they watched Jason walk back over the footbridge, Jeff said, "Well, dad,
we've run into three guys now that have tempted us since we left the ranch.
But we still haven't just been together to do what we came up here for.  Do
you think we could go back to the room now?"

Michael said, "I wonder what it's like to have a blind man look over your
whole body with his hands.  Do you think Mark and Corky had that experience
with Pierre?"

"Do you want to go over there and find out for yourself what it's like?  Is
that what you want to do?" said Jeff with a little irritation in his voice.

"I don't know."

"Dad!"

"Well, it might be kind of interesting," said Michael.

"Okay, dad.  Pay the bill and we'll go over there, if that's what you want,
damn it!"

Michael laughed and said, "No way, Jeff!  I just wanted to see how much it
would take to get your goat.  Come on, son.  Let's get back to the room!"

As soon as Michael and Jeff returned to the room, Jeff stripped down and
got into the shower without a word, still worrying a little about whether
or not his dad really meant what he was saying about wanting to see what
Pierre was like.  Michael could see the concern on Jeff's face and stripped
down himself.

Stepping into the large shower stall with Jeff, Michael took Jeff in his
arms and said, "Don't worry about it, Jeff.  I was only kidding.  Surely
you know me enough to know that."

"Oh, dad, I know," said Jeff as he hugged his dad tightly.  "It's just that
I've wanted to be alone with you so badly.  Anyway, you already took your
shower.  Why are you in here?"

"I just felt like taking one with you.  Let me wash your back for you.  And
I want to make sure that the crack of your ass is nice and clean.  You
know, a guy can't see for himself if his crack is clean.  But with me here,
I'll be able to get a close-up view for you."

As they washed each other, covering each other with piles of suds, they
took hold of each other's hard penises and stroked.  With their penises
covered with soap suds, it made stroking feel particularly good.

Jeff let go of his dad's penis and said, "Don't make me cum, dad.  I'm
pretty close.  I want to wait until we get in bed.  Okay?"

With both standing directly under the wide shower head, and with water
streaming down over their heads, Jeff and his dad kissed each other deeply
and passionately.  Out of the shower, they each dried the other off with a
towel.  As Michael knelt on the floor drying his son's legs, he pushed his
face up into Jeff's crotch, running his tongue over the whole area and
sucking his balls into his mouth.

"You do smell so clean and fresh now, Jeff," said Michael.

Michael threw himself on the bed on his back and beckoned Jeff to join him.
Jeff slid on his stomach onto the foot of the bed and brought his head up
between his dad's legs so his face was close to Michael's balls.

"I'm so glad, dad, that you don't shave your balls," said Jeff.  "I love
the feel of all that bristly hair on my tongue.  Paul shaved his balls
once.  He thought it was more sexy or something.  But I didn't like it at
all.  When he let the hair grow back, it was even nicer than before."

Michael chuckled and said, "Karl shaved his balls once, too.  It wasn't
what I liked, either.  I love all the soft furry hair that grows up in the
crotch, on the balls and in the crack.  Come on, Jeff.  Get up here and get
over me and push your ass down over my face.  I sometimes forget how my
little guy has grown up.  You take after me and have so much luscious hair
all over your balls and in your crack."

As Jeff lowered his crotch down over his dad's face, he leaned forward and
took Michael's stiff penis into his mouth.  Michael had often lain in bed
at home dreaming about his son's lips moving tightly over his penis while
he took in the erotic smell and taste of his warm, moist ass crack.

Michael murmured, "Keep doing that Jeff.  I've got a real load down there
just waiting for you to take it."

Jeff sucked on his dad's penis very slowly in order that Michael would not
cum too quickly.  And he never wanted the feeling of his dad's tongue
slashing about in his crotch to ever stop.  They stayed in this position
for a long time.  But eventually, Michael, as hard as he tried, could not
squelch that special feeling that began to tingle throughout the middle of
his body.  He knew his orgasm would soon be on its way, and there would be
nothing he could do to stop it.  Jeff felt the muscles in his dad's legs
begin to stiffen, and the head of his penis begin to harden and swell.

Michael growled, "I'm cumming now, Jeff!"

Jeff took the whole length of his dad's gorged and throbbing penis into his
throat as he felt the force of stream after stream of his dad's hot, thick
cum blast against the back of his throat.  As he drank down his dad's hot
thick cream, Jeff could hardly bare to move.  He wanted the feel of his
dad's tongue on his balls and in his ass crack to last forever.

Finally, Michael said, "Jeff, I want you cum inside of me.  I want you to
enter me and fuck me like you've never done before."

Jeff rolled off and said, "Dad, let me do it from behind this time.  I want
to have your ass sticking up at me so I can see your balls hanging down
from the rear."

Michael rolled over and got up on his knees with his shoulders lying on the
bed.  His balls had pulled up tight against his body when he was cumming,
but now they were relaxing, and Jeff could see his dad's ball sack getting
longer and longer.  He said, "Dad, you have the longest hanging balls of
anyone I know.  They're hanging down almost half-way to your knees.
They're so hot looking."

Jeff gently pushed his dad's balls with his finger and watched them swing
from side to side like a huge pendulum.  Then lying on his back he scooted
his head up underneath them, letting the balls drape lightly onto his face.
He ran his tongue over the bottom of the ball sack and could feel the balls
jumping slightly as he did so.  He said, "Am I tickling you, dad?"

Michael said, "Yes!  You're driving me crazy!  Don't stop!"

Jeff said, "I have to, dad.  I just can't wait to get myself inside of
you."  Jeff got on his knees and swirled his tongue through the soft black
hair in his dad's ass crack until he found the puckered hole, which was
clenching madly in anticipation.  On his knees, Jeff pushed his rock hard
rod slowly into his dad's waiting asshole.  Michael groaned with the
pleasure of feeling his son's hot pole entering him.  Jeff held on to his
dad's narrow hips as he pushed as deep as he could.

Michael said, "I love the feel of your pubic hair on my ass, Jeff.  It
tickles and feels so good."

Jeff looked down at the smooth muscles of his dad's back and his two
prominent shoulder blades.  As he watched his own penis going in and out of
Michael's asshole, Jeff knew he was not going to be able to hold off for
long.  "Dad, I'm sorry I can't go longer.  I'm just at the edge of
cumming."

Suddenly, there was no holding back, and Jeff began pounding his abdomen
violently against his dad's ass cheeks and he felt his sperm surging up the
shaft in great pulsating waves.  Michael could feel his son's throbbing
penis against the rim of his asshole as the warm cream from his son's body
flooded his rectum.  Soon, Jeff leaned over onto Michael's back, licking
and kissing those erotic looking shoulder blades.  Michael stretched out
his legs and let Jeff's body collapse on top of him.  They lay there for a
long time with Jeff's penis still inside of his dad's hole, while Jeff
kissed Michael's neck and nibbled on his ear.

When Jeff rolled off, the two of them lay side by side kissing with their
tongues dancing about in each other's mouth.  Michael said, "I love you
Jeff.  I don't ever want this to stop.  But I have to go pee."

"I don't want it to stop, either.  But when nature calls, you gotta answer.
You go ahead, dad.  If it's okay, I think I'll give Paul a call and see how
he's doing."

"That's good, Jeff.  And let me say hi to him, too, before you hang up."

As Michael got up and went into the bathroom, Jeff picked up the phone and
dialed the ranch.  Tony answered.

"Hi, Tony.  Dad and I were just wondering how you all are doing.  Is Paul
around?"

"Hi, Jeff," said Tony.  "Yeah, Paul's right here."

"Hey, Jeff," said Paul.  "Is everything alright?"

"Nothing could be better, Paul.  I just kinda wanted to hear your voice and
see how you're doing."

"Well, other than missing you, Jeff, everything's okay.  Tony and I have
been sitting here at the kitchen table most of the evening.  I've been
trying to teach him how to play Gin.  Clayton's not feeling well and he
went to bed right after supper.  He has some sort of a bug and the poor kid
has diarrhea quite bad.  Tony gave him some diarrhea medicine, and it
seemed to help.  He's sleeping right now.  Jeff, are you and your dad
having a good time?  It's only ten o'clock.  You two must be getting ready
to go to bed."

"No, we're about to go to sleep now.  We got to bed a couple of hours ago.
We got an early start, if you know what I mean.  Also, we want to get up
early tomorrow.  Dad's got a whole day of sightseeing planned.  He's a lot
more familiar with San Antonio and its history than I am, and he's eager to
have me see all the historic sights."

"Well, I know you'll have a good time, Jeff.  By the way, shortly after you
left here, the Chaplain called from the prison.  He wanted to talk with
Michael, but I questioned him about how things were going with Jared.  He
said that Jared has now come out of his coma, and keeps repeating the name,
Tommy.  Isn't that the boy who Jared took under his wing, and who was
killed?"

"Yes, that's the one," said Jeff.  "I guess dad is going to have to deal
with that when he gets back.  Please, Paul, don't tell Clayton about it,
and tell Tony that he shouldn't mention it, either.  I'm not going to say
anything to dad, either.  I don't want him thinking about Jared this
weekend.  He's been worried enough about that whole situation."

"We won't say a word to Clayton, Jeff."

"I love you, Paul," said Jeff.  And then in a mock tone of firmness, he
said, "And don't do any playing around while I'm gone, you hear me?"

"Aw, jeepers, Jeff!  Can't I even play with myself?  I've got a hard piece
of meat here that's just aching to be stroked!  Please?"

"Well, that's okay, just as long as it's your own hand that does the
stroking!  Hold on a minute, Paul.  Here's dad.  He wants to say hi."

"Hi, Paul," said Michael cheerily.  "You're a good boy letting Jeff come up
here with me.  It's meant a lot to me to be with him like this."

Paul said, "You and Jeff deserve to be together, Michael.  Please don't
ever think that I don't understand."

"You're an unusual guy, Paul.  And I love you a lot.  We'll be back to the
ranch Monday sometime and we'll tell you all about it."

Michael and Jeff, wrapped tightly in each other's arms were soon asleep.
After a good night's sleep, they arose early.  While they dressed, Michael
looked out of the window.

"Jeff," he said, "I see a line of tourists forming already across the
street at the Alamo.  Let's go down and get some breakfast and then go over
there and get in line."

After eating a good heavy ranch-style breakfast, Michael and Jeff walked
over to the Alamo to find the line had already entered.  Going inside, they
stood while a tour guide explained the history of the Alamo.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the tour guide began, "This is the scene of a
famous battle fought against the Mexican General Santa Anna and his army of
6,000 men during the war for Texas independence.  It was a Catholic mission
built by Franciscan monks, called San Antonio de Valero.  It was called
'The Alamo' by reason of a grove of Cottonwood trees surrounding it.  A
garrison of only 183 Texans defended it, and all died in the battle."

As the tour guide continued, Michael and Jeff walked around, looking into
the small cells where many of the men died: Travis, Bowie, Davy Crockett,
and so many others.

After spending about an hour in the building and roaming through the
landscaped grounds surrounding it, Michael and Jeff walked several blocks
to a former Spanish settlement, now preserved in the middle of downtown,
called La Villita.  It's small adobe houses were now largely converted to
artists' homes and galleries.  Michael and Jeff found it fascinating to
look not only at the quaint architecture, but to roam through the galleries
and view the art and sculpture and crafts that were on display and for
sale.  It was almost noon when they stopped at a small outdoor caf^Â in
La Villita for a sandwich.

Following lunch, they took a tram over to the King William district and
took tours of several of the old nineteenth century mansions that once
belonged to citizens who were prominent in San Antonio's history.  Next
came a good long walk to the Spanish Governor's Palace, a one-story
rambling adobe structure, where they listened to the docent tell of it's
history.

It was now late afternoon, and Michael and Jeff were wearing down.  They
ambled back to the hotel down Commerce and Houston Streets, looking into
the stores and shops and walking through the historic Gunter Hotel.
Finally reaching Alamo Plaza, which stretched out across the front of the
Menger Hotel, they sat on a park bench and watched the people go by.

Michael said, "Tomorrow, we'll go down to San Antonio's great Farmers'
Market.  One could spend a whole day there.  It's a large area full of
shops and stalls where you can buy just about any kind of merchandise."

Jeff said, "Maybe I can pick up a souvenir gift there for Paul."

"It won't be hard to find something you'll like there," said
Michael. "Let's go on up and get cleaned up.  There's another really nice
restaurant down on the River Walk I'd like to take you to tonight for
dinner.  They also have tables outside next to the river like the Casa Rio
had."

Back in the room, they each took a shower.  While they were both still
naked, they lay on the bed and took the opportunity to make a little love.
This time, they got themselves in a 69 position and took each other's
loads.  Jeff said, "Well, dad, I won't need to order an appetizer before
dinner now.  That tasted so good!  Do you think we should skip dinner?"

"Now, Jeff," said Michael.  "I know you're a horny little devil most of the
time, but I'm still hungry!  There'll still be plenty of time to play
later."

They dressed, again in shorts and short sleeve shirts and walked toward the
River Walk.  As they were descending the stone steps down from the street
to the lower lever River Walk, Michael took a misstep and slipped.  He fell
to the bottom hitting his head hard on the stone walk and tearing a gash in
the calf of his leg from a sharp piece of iron that was protruding from the
wrought-iron balustrade.  He lay their semi-conscious, while Jeff ran down
to him.  Seeing that his dad's eyes were closed, he shouted, "Dad, dad!"

Michael's leg wound was bleeding quite profusely, and a waiter from a
nearby caf^Â rushed over to him and, pulling off his long white apron,
wrapped it around Michael's leg.  The manager of the caf^Â came running
out and, when he saw what had happened, got on his cell phone and called an
ambulance.  Michael began to come around and tried to get up.

Jeff said, "Don't move, dad.  We're going to take you to the hospital."

Michael said, "Don't be silly, Jeff.  I'm just fine.  Take my hand and help
me up."

Jeff told Michael to lie still, and very soon an ambulance arrived.  The
attendants put a brace around Michael's neck, in case there had been a neck
injury, and carefully lifted him onto a stretcher.  As they carried him up
the steps to the ambulance, a crowd of on-lookers had formed.  Michael
looked at Jeff and said, "I'm so embarrassed.  Where are they taking me?"

One of the attendants said, "We're taking you to the emergency room at
Christus Santa Rosa Hospital."

Once in the emergency room, nurses and attendants cleaned and dressed the
ugly wound and quickly wheeled him down to X-ray to determine if there were
any broken bones or internal injuries.  While he was gone, Jeff sat in a
chair in the hallway.  Soon the double doors swung open, and a very badly
wounded young man was wheeled in on a gurney.  Jeff stood up to make room
for it as it passed by him.  As he looked at the boy, Jeff thought he
looked vaguely familiar.  When the boy was put into one of the cubicles,
Jeff walked over to get a better look at him.  He had bruises and cuts all
over his face and his eyes were red and swollen shut.  His bare torso was
covered, as well, with bleeding lesions and bruises.  He seemed to be
unconscious.

When his eyes fell on the simple chain that hung around the man's neck,
Jeff realized who it was.  It was Jumper.  Jeff said aloud, "Jumper, what
happened?"  The boy was still unconscious and didn't answer.  Jeff caught
his breath and held his hand over his mouth, suddenly becoming overwhelmed
with pity and sorrow for this boy known as Jumper.

Two nurses came in and told Jeff he couldn't be in there and to leave.
Jeff went back to his dad's cubicle to wait for him, still unbelieving at
what he'd just seen.  When Michael was finally wheeled back, the attendant
told Jeff that his father seemed to be just fine.  There were no broken
bones and no other injuries, except the flesh wound to his leg.  Michael
was now fully awake and wanting to leave.

A doctor walked in and said, "Mr. Walker.  You're a lucky man.  You did
have a slight concussion, and I want you to stay put here for a couple more
hours so we can be sure the concussion has left no lasting effects."

Jeff leaned over and kissed his father on the forehead.  "Dad, you had a
bad spill there, and I'm glad we got you in here to be sure everything was
okay.  I have some news for you.  Do you remember Jumper, the guy we met
down at that rest area?  Well, they just brought him in here very badly
injured.  He's almost unrecognizable."

"Really?" said Michael.  "How did you know it was him?"

"I saw that gold chain around his neck that he was wearing the other day."

Michael was now sitting in a wheel chair.  He looked at Jeff and said, "Can
you wheel me down to his cubicle.  Let's go down and see him."

When Michael and Jeff entered Jumper's cubicle, an older man and woman were
standing there talking to a nurse.  When Michael told them he and Jeff were
acquaintances of the young man, the older man said, "My wife and I were
driving down the highway near Floresville, and we saw him lying by the side
of the road.  We could tell he was badly injured.  I thought maybe he'd
been hit by a car.  Anyway, I called 911 on my cell phone and waited there
until an emergency vehicle arrived.  We just thought we'd come on up here
and stop to see how he was, the poor chap."

The nurse said that she thought he would be alright and thanked the couple
for what they did.

"Well, I hope he'll be fine," said the older man.  "We'll be on our way
now."

The nurse told Michael and Jeff that they had to leave Jumper alone now,
and they both returned to Michael's cubicle.  After several hours, a doctor
came in and checked Michael's vital signs.  He said, "Okay, Mr. Walker, I
think you're all set.  You can leave now.  But be careful of that leg.  It
was a pretty nasty gash."

After Michael dressed, they walked slowly down the hall and stopped in to
see Jumper.  The nurse was just leaving and said, "He's awake now.  You can
talk to him, but not too long."

Jeff said, "Jumper, do you remember us?  We were the interlopers down there
at the rest area the other day."

Jumper looked at them through eyes he could hardly open and nodded.

"Can you tell us what happened?" said Michael.

Barely able to move his swollen lips, Jumper said, "Well, there are two
guys down there who always want me.  But I hate them because they're so
rough with me.  They're always so rough they hurt me.  Today I refused to
let either one of them touch me, and they got mad and started hitting me
and calling me all sorts of names.  They had me on the ground and one of
them took a dead branch off the ground and hit me with it over and over
while the other guy kept punching me.  I remember I was able to get up and
started running, but that's the last I remember."

"We're really sorry, Jumper," said Michael.  "Two older people found you by
the road unconscious and were responsible for getting you help."

A nurse walked in and asked, "Are you friends of his?"

"Yes, sort of," replied Michael.

"He told me he has no family and no insurance.  We did find a membership
card to some boys club in his pants pocket.  So we know his name is Daryl
Thomas, and from his birthdate, we know he's sixteen years old.  But that's
all.  Would you be willing to be responsible for this boy?  In any case, we
need to report this to the Division of Children and Families.  If he has no
home, they will have to take charge of his welfare."

"Yes, I'll be glad to be responsible for the boy," said Michael.

As the nurse walked out, Jeff took his father by the arm and brought him
out to the hall.  "Dad! Are you crazy!  What are you talking about?  You
can't be responsible for him!  Your insurance won't cover him.  What in the
hell do you think you'll do with him?"

Michael said, "I don't know.  But he needs somebody.  We can't just leave
him here.  What'll happen to him?"

"Dad, it's none of your business what happens to him.  The life he leads is
what caused him to end up here.  He's nothing.  He'll take care of
himself."

"For God's sake, Jeff!  He's only sixteen!  Look at him.  Just look at him
lying there.  That poor boy deserves all the help he can get."

Jeff sighed and looked away.  "Okay, dad," Jeff said as calmly as he could.
"What do you propose to do with him?  Take him and all the other wretched
souls you find out on the countryside and bring him down to your charity
ward at the ranch?  That's not the life he lives.  He gets fucked by truck
drivers for a living.  That's how he defines himself.  Anyway, the agency
will figure out what to do with him.  They'll probably stick him in some
foster home."

Michael looked at Jeff and said, "Why can't the ranch be his foster home?"

"With our lifestyle, dad?" said Jeff.  "We'd never get approved."

"Well, look at all the other foster parents they do approve, who are
abusive and cruel.  Why do they get approved?"

"Dad, you've got other things to be concerned with.  You don't know yet
what's going to happen to Jared.  You may have him on your hands.  And
think of Karl.  He may be coming back.  And you and he are going to have to
put a great deal of attention on solidifying that relationship again.  And
when school starts in the fall, Paul and I will have to go back to Austin.
You're just not going to be able to manage this.  This kid's got problems,
dad.  You're not going to be up to dealing with this."

Michael said, "Jeff, look at what living on the ranch did for Josiah.  He
had terrible problems, too.  But look at him now.  When someone is able to
give a guy a chance, don't you think he should do it?  Or should we just
say, 'He's not worth saving,' and forget it?

Jeff took his father by the arm and said, "Alright, dad, let's say goodbye
to Jumper and be on our way.  There's no point in our talking about this
now."

As they re-entered Jumper's cubicle, Jumper managed to give them a slight
smile and extended his hand.  Michael took the boy's hand and said,
"Jumper, you're going to be okay.  We'll keep in touch with you."

Jumper held onto Michael's hand tightly and said, "Thank you for coming to
see me.  You're not like all those truck drivers.  You're . . . ."

Jeff thought to himself, "Oh shit, look at the sweet smile on that boy.
That'll get dad hooked for sure!"

When they left, Jeff hailed a taxi to take them back to the hotel.  While
they rode, Michael said, "I'm sorry, Jeff, that I messed up our time here.
We didn't get to eat dinner or anything."

"Dad, dinner wasn't important.  The important thing is that you're okay.
Let's go back to the room and we'll get room service to bring us something
to eat, okay?"

Back in the room, Michael lay on the bed and said, "My leg is beginning to
throb.  It's really hurting now."

Jeff brought Michael a glass of water and two of the pain pills dispensed
to him at the hospital.

"Dad, I think you should just try to sleep some if you can.  You had a
terrible fall.  I'll lie here with you and rub your back, if that would
feel good."

Michael smiled and rolled over on his side.  As Jeff ran his hands gently
but firmly over his dad's back, he thought how lucky he was to have a
father who was so kind and so loving.  In a way, he was proud of his dad
for wanting to help Jumper, even though he thought it was a crazy idea.
Jeff made up his mind he would not say anything more in opposition to
Michael's wanting to help the boy.  Michael was going to do what he wanted
anyway, and it wasn't going to help him to have dissention in the family
over it.  But he feared for his father's well-being if he was somehow able
to have his way by bringing the boy to the ranch.  Jeff thought that it
could very likely never happen anyway."

Michael said in a quiet voice, "Jeff, go on down to the dining room and get
yourself something to eat.  I'll be fine."

Jeff said, "I thought I would call for room service."

"Jeff, I'm not hungry.  I just want to lie here and maybe go to sleep.
I'll be fine here.  Just go on down and enjoy a good meal.  And have a
drink, too."

"I don't want to leave you here alone."

"Jeff, go!  Please.  I'll be fine.  I just want to rest.  And thanks for
the great back rub.  It's really relaxed me, and I'm ready for a little
sleep."

"Okay, dad," said Jeff as he kissed Michael on the cheek.  "I'll be back
very shortly."

When Jeff returned to the room about forty-five minutes later, he found his
dad still lying on his side, sound asleep.  He undressed his dad as
carefully as he could so as not to wake him.  Then after washing his face
and hands and brushing his teeth, he undressed himself and climbed into bed
next to his dad and pulled the sheet up over them.  As he lay there, he
began to feel so badly for his dad.  They had come to San Antonio for a
good time, and it was all ruined for his dad because of the accident.  He
pressed his body tightly up against Michael's back and kissed him on the
neck and shoulders, whispering, "I hope you know how much I love you."

The next morning Michael and Jeff awoke early as the first rays of sunshine
came in the window.  "How are you feeling this morning, dad?" asked Jeff.

"I feel pretty good, Jeff.  My leg isn't really sore, but it feels awfully
stiff.  I think if I get out and start walking on it, it'll loosen up."

"Are you sure you want to walk with your leg like that?"

"Well, Jeff, we'll take a taxi to the Farmers' Market.  I don't want to
miss that, and I know you'll really enjoy seeing it.  There are little
cafes there, too, so there will be plenty of opportunity for me to sit
down."

"I don't know, dad," said Jeff doubtfully.

"What do you want me to do, Jeff?  Sit here in the hotel all day?  It'll
drive me crazy.  I'll be just fine.  Come on let's get dressed and go down
for some breakfast.  I'm starving.  Here, Jeff, I'm afraid you're going to
have to help me get my pants on over this leg."

After breakfast, Michael and Jeff headed right out to the Farmers' Market.
Jeff had not realized what an extensive place it was.  He enjoyed
thoroughly looking through all the stalls and trying to make up his mind
what he would buy for Paul.  While Michael was beginning to feel a burning
sensation on his leg, and frequently had to find a place to sit, he was
delighted to see what a good time Jeff was having.  Several times, Jeff
would bring an item to him and ask him what he thought of it as a gift for
Paul.  Eventually, Jeff showed him an ID bracelet designed for a man and
made of Mexican silver.

"Dad, I'd like to get this for Paul.  The man said if I gave him fifteen
minutes, he would engrave Paul's name on it.  What do you think?"

"It's really beautiful, Jeff.  I think he'd love it."

"Okay," said Jeff.  "I'll go and leave it with him and we can come back
later for it."

Michael and Jeff spent practically the whole day at the Market, sometimes
sitting and listening to a group of Mexican guitar players and watching a
troupe of dancers, as well as having a couple of Tacos at a small taco
stand.  Michael bought Jeff a colorful Mexican style shirt that Jeff had
admired.  Michael said he'd like to see Jeff wear it at Maggie's
housewarming party the following weekend.

In the late afternoon, they were both tired and decided to go back.
Michael said, "Before we go back to the hotel, let's have the taxi drop us
off at the River Walk so we can have dinner at that great place I was going
to take you to last night."

"Are you sure, dad," said Jeff.  "That's where you fell, you know."

"Well, Jeff, as the old saying goes, when you get thrown from the horse,
you need to get right back on!"

After walking down the steps very carefully to the River Walk, they
proceeded to La Fontana Caf^Â, where they both immediately ordered
Triple Scotches on the rocks.  Michael took another pain pill, and said,
"This pill together with the Scotch ought to make me feel no pain!"

As Michael began to sip on his drink, Jeff reached into his pocket and took
out a small box.  "Dad, this is for you.  I bought it today.  It's for the
greatest dad in the world."

Michael opened the box to find a gold signet ring with his initials.  His
mouth dropped open for a moment and then he said, "Jeff!  It's beautiful!
I hope it fits."

"It'll fit, dad.  I measured the ring you usually wear last night when you
were asleep.  I hope you like it."

Michael felt as though he had a stone blocking his throat.  He could hardly
speak.  He took his old ring off and slipped the new ring on his finger.
All he could do was to shake his head in appreciation and approval.  Jeff
knew instantly that his dad liked the ring and said, "That's okay, dad.
You don't have to say anything.  It's just another way to tell you I love
you, dad."

Finally, Michael said, "And all I got you was that cheap Mexican shirt."

"Oh, dad, please.  I love that shirt.  You know that.  I was so happy that
you liked it, too, and got it for me."

After they finished eating, Jeff suggested they stop in at the Palacio del
Rio Lounge for a nightcap and listen to that blind pianist that Jason had
told them about the other night.

Michael said, I'm pretty tired, Jeff.  But I would like to see him.  What
was his name?  Pierre?

"I think that was his name," said Jeff.  "We'll just stay for a few
minutes.  I'm tired, too."

When Michael and Jeff walked into the lounge, there, staring right at them,
were Mark and Corky sitting at a table near the piano, with Jason sitting
next to Pierre.  Jeff whispered to his dad, "Well, I guess the four of them
did indeed get to know one another."

Mark and Corky jumped up and led Michael and Jeff to their table.

Mark said, "We sure didn't expect to see you two here.  It's really great
to see you.  What brings you to San Antonio?"

Michael and Jeff explained that they were there for just a short get-away,
and that they had met Jason on their first night there.  After Michael and
Jeff ordered their drinks, Corky excused himself to go to the bathroom.
Jeff got up and said he needed to go also, and would come along.

As they stood next to each other at the urinals, Jeff said, "When we met
Jason the other night, he told us that he had met you and Mark.  Just
between you and me, I'm curious.  Both Pierre and Jason are two hot looking
guys.  Did you and Mark ever get together with them at all?"

Corky laughed and said, "Mark and I went out one night to celebrate our
anniversary and we decided to stop in here.  We got to talking with Pierre,
and one thing led to another, you know, and we ended up having him sleep
over at our place that night.  Let me tell you, you've never had yourself
looked over until you've been looked over by blind person."

"What do you mean, looked over?

"He can't see you with his eyes, but he looks at your whole body with his
hands!"

"With his hands?

"Yeah, with his hands.  It's a once in a lifetime experience!  Then a few
nights later, we had him over for dinner, and he brought his friend, Jason.
That's when we first met Jason.  Then all four of us ended up you know
where."

Jeff said, "Well, when we asked Jason if he had a partner, he said he
wasn't into that sort of thing.  Did he participate?"

"Well yes.  He did, in a way.  He enjoyed himself a lot, I think, but he
wouldn't let anybody fuck him and he didn't want to be kissed.  He's
probably bisexual.  Who knows.  He kind of acts like he's not sure what he
is.  But I will say I think he found it pretty erotic being naked in bed
with us."

Jeff said, "Anyway, I congratulate you on a real conquest."

"I hope you don't mind," said Corky, "but Pierre was really interested that
I had worked on a ranch, and I told him that maybe sometime I might be able
to bring him down there for a visit, and maybe show him what it's like to
ride a horse.  You know, that old one down there that we can hardly get to
move."

"That would be great," said Jeff.  "Dad and I would love to have him come
down for a visit.  And maybe you could bring Jason with you."

Corky laughed.  "Watch out, Jeff.  Your libido is showing!  It's not a
horse you want him to mount, is it!  You'd like to be mounted yourself,
wouldn't you?"

"You've got a dirty mind, Corky!" said Jeff, as he gave Corky's butt a
squeeze.

"Well, Jeff, it takes one dirty mind to know another dirty mind!"

When Jeff and Corky returned to the table, Jeff could see written all over
his dad's face that he was again feeling the pain of his leg.  Jeff tipped
up his glass and finished his drink and said, "Dad and I had better get
back to the hotel.  We've had a long day, and we need to get our beauty
sleep."

After everyone said their goodbyes and after Jeff and Michael had left,
Jason turned to Mark and said, "Did he say, 'dad and I?'  Are they father
and son?  I thought they were just . . . you know."

"Lovers?" said Corky.  "They are father and son, and they're also lovers.
Does that disturb you, Jason.?"

Jason sat down slowly with a little smile on his face.  Then he said, "No
it doesn't disturb me.  It kind of fascinates me.  Father and son, eh?  I
think I'd like to meet them again sometime.  They're a couple of nice guys.
And they look alike.  And they're handsome, too."

Mark and Corky glanced at each other with a knowing look.  Corky said,
"Jason, how would you like to go down to their ranch sometime for a visit.
I know they'd love to . . . have you."

"Yeah, man!  That would be great!" said Jason, giving the thumbs up.

When Michael and Jeff returned to their room, Michael took another pain
pill, undressed, and climbed into bed.  "I'm sorry, Jeff.  I just don't
feel very good.  Would you mind if we just held each other tonight?"

Jeff stripped down and crawled in under the sheet with his dad.  "Dad, I
wouldn't mind at all.  I think I like cuddling with you most of all,
anyway.  Would you like me to rub your back and neck again?  Would that
feel good?"

"Yes, if you wouldn't mind."

As Jeff gently rubbed his dad's back, he said, "Dad, before Jason told us
about it the other night, did you know that this is how a blind person sees
another person?  With his hands?  Just like this, moving his fingers slowly
over every inch of his body."

There was no reply from Michael.  Jeff looked closely and saw that his dad
had fallen sound asleep.  Jeff smiled and whispered in Michael's ear, "I
love you, dad.  Just being like this with you is all I need."


I wish to thank the large number of you who have written me about your own
sexual experiences with blind persons.  Also, I never realized how popular
the character of Pierre would become.  In answer to many questions, yes, I
will see that Pierre makes more appearances in the story.  Keep writing me,
you guys!  Your e-mails are the fuel that feeds the fire!

Tom Borden
Tombor99@yahoo.com