Date: Thu, 16 Jan 2003 13:17:53 -0800 (PST)
From: Tom Borden <tombor99@yahoo.com>
Subject: "My Father, My Son"  78th Installment

This is Chapter 78, 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


AUTHOR'S NOTE:  In response to periodic requests, here are titles of other
stories written by Tom Borden posted on the Nifty Archive:
	"The Lectern" --- Gay Male/College Section
	"The Barber Chair" --- Gay Male/Masturbation Section
	"The Digital Exam" --- Gay Male/Beginnings Section
	"The Facts of Life" --- Bisexual/Incest Section
	"My Best Friend's Father" --- Gay Male/No Sex Section
	"The Church of the Holy Seed" --- Gay Male/Adult-Youth Section


My Father, My Son
Chapter 78

As Jake lay in a fitful sleep on Michael's bed, Jumper did as Michael said
and quietly opened the door and stepped in.  Sitting on the side of the
bed, he leaned over and kissed Jake gently on the forehead.  Jake looked up
and pulled Jumper down beside him and held him tightly.

"Are you felling alright, Jake?" Jumper asked softly.

"Oh, Jumper, I don't know," sighed Jake.  "I guess the news upset me."

"You mean about Joe?"

Jake nodded and said, "I'm sorry, Jumper.  I'm so fuckin' sorry."

"I know," said Jumper.  "I knew all along that Joe had to be dead.  I just
knew it.  But I hoped.  I hoped so hard that he run away where nobody could
find him."  Then with tears filling his eyes, he said, "I miss him, Jake.
I miss him so much."

As Jake held the boy as tightly as he could, Jumper began to sob openly and
uncontrollably.  Jake pressed Jumper's head against his chest and said
softly, "It's okay, Jumper.  Just let it all out.  Joe deserves our tears,
as well as our fuckin' anger.  Just let it all out, my beautiful boy.

Jake and Jumper lay sobbing in each other's arms for a long time.  There
seemed to be no end to the tears.  Soon, they were both quiet, with Jake
caressing the boy's hair and neck.  Jake stared at the ceiling and felt
almost as though his head was spinning off of his body.  The thoughts of
Joe's death and the fact that his murderer was his own son and the idea
that Joe and Jumper were his grandsons spun uncontrollably and confusingly
through his head.  Jumper will never know.  He would see to that.  It might
change everything if he knew.

Jake said over and over in his mind, "I had dreamed that my son had grown
up to be a good man, a handsome man.  But my own son is a murderer.  A
cruel murderer.  Why?  Why?"

It was getting late, and Jake knew that Michael might want to come into his
room.  Jumper was now asleep and, rolling off the bed, Jake picked up the
boy.  Holding him in his arms, he walked out of the house and back to his
own room.  There he undressed Jumper and put him on the bed, covering him
with a quilt.  Jake sat in his chair by the window and stared out over the
yard and watched several of the hands leading their horses back into the
horse barn.  He thought that tomorrow he had to get Jumper on that Roan
Filly.  He wondered what Jumper would name her.  Then the picture of his
son languishing in a jail cell came into his mind.  He couldn't stand it.
Jumping up, he ran outside and shouted to one of the hands to leave one of
the horses saddled up.  He was going to take it out on the range.

Jake rode out in no particular direction for about a half hour.  His mind
was whirling, and he paid little attention to where he was going.  When he
came to the stream five miles west of the house, he stopped and tied the
horse to a tree.  Stripping off his clothes, he ran into the icy water and
swam as hard as he could against the current, straining every muscle in his
body.  His body seemed to be going numb from the cold water, but he kept
going, whipping his arms violently through the water.  He finally became so
weak, he could go no further and climbed up on the bank.  He lay on his
back, staring at the sky, asking himself why life had to be so cruel.  He
shouted to the sky as loud as he could, "Why!  Why!  Goddamn it, Why!"

After a long while, Jake began to sense that his mind was virtually going
blank.  He couldn't think about it anymore.  There just were no more
thoughts in his head.  He got up, put his clothes back on, and rode back to
the bunkhouse.  Jumper was still asleep.  Jake removed his clothes and
climbed into bed with him.  They never left for supper, but stayed in bed
until morning, locked in each other's arms.


The next morning, Michael asked Jake to come into his office.  Offering
Jake a cup of coffee, he said, "Jake, this is a tough time for you and
Jumper, I know.  How are you both doing?"

"Not very well," said Jake.  "Pretty fuckin' poor, in fact."

Michael pulled up a chair close to where Jake was sitting and put his hand
on Jake's arm.  "I wish there was something I could do, Jake.  How is
Jumper taking it?"

"Well, he cried his eyes out yesterday.  We both did.  It ain't easy for
him."

"I know it isn't," said Michael.  "How did he take the news about his being
your grandson?"

Jake said, "I ain't told him.  And I ain't gonna."

"Well, Jake, don't you think he needs to know?" Michael said softly.

"It jist ain't no reason to tell him.  It'd jist change everything."  Jake
looked over at Michael and said, "Ya know, the man who killed my grandson,
Joe, is my son.  He's my son, Michael.  Do ya know what this is doing to
me?  I'm dying inside.  I've always thought about the son I never knew, and
I was certain he was a good man out there somewhere."

"Be thankful, Jake, that you have your grandson, Jumper."

"I know," said Jake, covering his face with his hands.  "You know, Michael,
I look at Jumper and I can see Jeanette in his face.  I can see his
grandmother so clearly now in his face.  The same beautiful eyes that I
loved so much.  The funny little tilt of his head when he talks, jist like
hers.  And to think, Michael, that she named the baby we had after me
. . . Jacob."

Jake's voice began to break and his eyes filled with tears.  "Why does
things go so fuckin' bad sometimes?"

Michael leaned in close and, putting his arms around Jake, kissed him
several times on the cheek.  "I don't know, Jake.  Things just happen we
don't have any control over sometimes."

Jake looked into Michael's eyes with just a faint glimmer of a smile and
said, "You, mean 'shit happens?'"

Michael smiled back and said, "You got it, pardner.  And we've just got to
deal with it and get through it the best we can."

"Thanks, Michael.  I ain't never deserved you.  Even when you was a little
fucker runnin' around here, somehow you were good fer me."  Then standing
up, Jake said, "I'll jist have to deal with this somehow.  But I don't want
Jumper to have no more heartache."

As they walked to the door, Michael said, "Jake.  Please.  Think about
telling Jumper the truth about his being your grandson.  Just think about
it.  You don't have to do it right away.  But remember, Jumper never had a
family who loved him or cared for him.  It might be very important to him
to know that he has a loving grandfather.  I know that would mean a lot to
him."

Jake took Michael in his arms and kissed him on the lips.  Pulling his head
back and looking into Michael's eyes, Jake shook his head very slightly and
said, "Michael, I love you. I love you.  I love you!"

Michael had himself been on the verge of tears the whole time he was
talking to Jake.  After Jake left, Michael went back in and sat down.  He
felt so badly for both Jake and Jumper.  Putting his head on the desk, he
let himself go while the tears poured from his eyes.


The day had finally come when Frack was discharged and sent home.  As Mario
drove them back to their apartment, Frack said, "Ya know somethin'?
There's somethin I ain't thought about since I got burned.  It's my hog.
Where's my hog?  Ya know what happened to it?"

"Your hog?" said Mario.

"Yeah.  My bike!"

"Oh, don't worry about that, Frack.  I've got it securely locked up in my
garage there at the apartment.  Nobody's touched it."

"Thanks fer doin' that, little buddy.  As soon as we git home, I gotta go
down there and look at him and tell him I didn't mean to ignore him and
that I still love him."

"Frack, you talk about that bike like it's human."

Frack laughed and said, "He is, kinda.  He's half human and half wild
untamed beast.  It's the beast I'm worried about.  He calms right down when
I tell him I love him."

"That sounds crazy, Frack!" said Mario with a chuckle.

"Ya gotta realize, little buddy, that him and me was lovers," said Frack
with a serious look on his face.  "All we ever had was each other.  We went
everywhere together.  We slept together.  And we took care of each other.
But now that you and me is lovers, I gotta be real nice to him so he don't
git cantankerous and all upset."

"It still sounds crazy to me," said Mario shaking his head.

Frack broke into laughter again and said, "Well, if you'd spent so many
years out on the road like I has, you'd understand how an old bike jockey
like me can fall in love with his bike.  We took care of each other, and we
came to depend on the love and the need we had fer each other."

When Mario and Frack arrived back at the apartment, they stood in the
middle of the floor and hugged.  Mario finally said, "Do you think the hog
might be jealous of me?"

Frack bent over in laughter.  "Oh, little buddy, I wouldn't be surprised!
There's one fucking thing fer sure.  If I don't give him the attention he
needs and wants and has come to expect, he'll come back at me and make me
sorry."

"How's that, Frack?"

"Well, fer instance, if I don't check his tires like I should or keep him
full of clean oil, he might just shut his fuckin' engine down or teach me a
lesson by havin' a flat tire when we're goin' eighty on some lonely road.
Stuff like that."

"Okay, Frack, I think I can learn to live in this love triangle!  I've been
thinking.  I'd like to be home alone with you tonight, but what would you
think if I had Adriano and his new partner over here tomorrow evening?"

"Aw, Mario, I'd sure like to see little Adriano again.  He was so nice to
come up to see me when we was in the hospital."  As Frack reached around
and squeezed Mario's ass cheeks in his hands, he said, "And his little ass
is as cute as yer's!"

"Don't you think you can keep your hands to yourself?" said Mario.

"Yeah, but what if the little devil can't control hisself and attacks me?
I'll have to grab him so I can subdue him!"

Mario laughed and went to the phone.  When Adriano answered, Mario said,
"Adriano, I'm glad I caught you.  I know you're busy, but how about you and
Terry coming over to our place tomorrow night for a little get-together.
Frack's anxious to see how you're doing."

"Well, dad," said Adriano, "it just so happens that Terry's got a day off
tomorrow, but I have classes pretty late in the afternoon.  How about we
come about seven?"

"That would be fine, son.  We won't have any dinner, as such, but I'll have
out a lot good snacking food with our drinks.  You know, a lot of cheese
and crackers and some good hard Italian salami and stuff like that.  Son, I
hope you're not going to be embarrassed having Terry meet Frack.  You know,
Terry's kind of sophisticated, and Frack's . . . you know . . . kind of
earthy."

Adriano said, "Dad, don't be silly.  Yeah, Terry has a certain
sophistication, but he isn't a snob.  I've told him all about you and
Frack, and he actually thinks it would be kind of neat to meet a real
biker.  And besides that, he's read in the paper and heard from me all
about the heroic thing he did. Everything will be just fine, dad.  Don't
worry about it.  There is one thing, though.  You know when I first met
Frack at your apartment that time, he came walking in with his hard penis
sticking out of his pants.  Do you think maybe he could . . . ."

Mario laughed.  "Adriano, I don't think that'll happen again.  He's no
dummy.  He'll be on his best behavior."


That afternoon, Karl went out to find Jumper.  He found him in the horse
barn standing with the beautiful roan filly that Jake had promised would be
his.  Karl said, "Hi, Jumper.  She's a beauty isn't she?  Have you ridden
her yet?"

"No, not yet," replied Jumper.  "Jake told me he would get me on her today,
but he had a problem out on the range that he had to take care of."

"Have you named her yet, Jumper?"

"Yeah.  I'm gonna name her Red Beauty.  I read about Black Beauty oncst
when I was little, and this one's jist as pretty."

Karl said, "I like that name, Jumper.  Come on over here and sit down on
this bale with me for a few minutes."

As they sat down, Karl said, "Jumper, I want to tell you how badly I feel
about your brother.  Jake told me that you had expected the worst.  But
that doesn't make it any easier.  I lost a younger brother, too.  And I
loved him very much.  Years ago, we were both adopted by two different
families.  But I heard shortly afterwards that he had been killed in an
accident.  It was a heartbreaking shock that I never quite got over.  So I
understand, Jumper, what you're feeling."

Jumper put his arms around Karl and began to cry.  Karl held him tightly
and said, "It's okay.  Just remember that you're with a lot of people here
who love you.  It's going to be okay."

Wiping his eyes with his sleeve, Jumper said, "I'm sorry, Karl.  And I'm
sorry about your brother."

Karl loosened his grip on the boy and said, "You know, young man, you and I
have something to do together.  I hope you haven't forgotten about that
Christmas present you're going to make for Jake.  Remember?  The tooled
leather kit we bought at the fair that you were going to make for him?  And
I promised I would help you."

"Oh, yeah," said Jumper, his face brightening.  "I've looked at it when
Jake wasn't around, but I can't figure out the instructions."

"Come on, Jumper.  Let's go to my room and we can take a look at it and
start working on it."

When they arrived at Karl's and Michael's room, they found Michael sitting
at the desk in the adjoining office.  Karl said, "We don't want to disturb
you Michael, but Jumper and I are going to work on a little present that he
wants to give Jake for Christmas.  We'll just work here at the table in the
bedroom."

Michael stood up and said, "That table's pretty small.  Why don't you come
in here and work on the desk.  The truck with that shipment of frozen bull
sperm we're expecting is due to come in any minute.  I think I'll just go
on out and wait for it.  Make yourselves at home."

Sitting at the desk, Karl and Jumper opened up the box and examined the
plain leather belt and the various engraving tools that were included.
Karl said, "Now here is a sheet that gives you a bunch of patterns that you
can choose from.  Which one do you like?"

Jumper selected a pattern, and Karl proceeded to show him how to wield the
tools to carve the design.  Soon, Jumper was carving with no difficulty.
"This is fun," said Jumper with a big smile.  "I hope Jake likes it."

After working for about an hour, Karl said, "Jumper, I'd better go out and
help Michael with that shipment.  You can stay here and work on it as long
as you wish."

Jumper said, "No, If it's okay, I'll come back here and work on it later.
I want to go and see if Jake is back so I can get on my new horse."

Karl said, "You can come back here anytime you wish, Jumper.  You're doing
a really nice job on this belt.  Jake's going to be really happy and
surprised on Christmas morning."


Noah and his dad, Caleb, had made it routine to call each other about three
times a week just to keep in touch and see how they were doing.  It was
Noah's turn to call that day.  When Caleb answered, Noah said, "Dad, what's
new with you?  Everything going okay?"

"Hi, Noah.  Sure, everything's great, except Steve had to go up to New
England for about three days.  He's got some business to take care of with
some suppliers, and he's also got to take care of some issues involving his
former wife that need attending to.  I surely do miss him.  I lie in bed at
night and reach over to kiss him and touch him, and there's no one there.
Isn't it something how we get so used to having someone there, and then
when he isn't, it's such a lonely feeling?"

"Well, dad," said Noah, "Why don't you come on over to the ranch and stay
with Ricky and me while he's gone?  I think that Steve will understand."

"I know Steve would understand," said Caleb.  "He even suggested that I do
that very thing while he's gone.  You know, go over and stay with you.  He
fully realizes and understands how much you and I mean to each other.  And
I never seem to be able to hide from him how much I miss you."

"Well, that settles it.  Can you come tonight?  I'll ask Tony to set
another place at the table."

That evening, Caleb joined everyone at the dining room table.  Michael
asked how Steve was doing with the shop.  Caleb related all the changes
that Steve had made in the business and what a success the business had
become.  He said, "But I miss Steve so much, even though he's been gone
only one night.  I'm so glad that Noah and Ricky are taking me in hand
tonight.  I mean . . . ."

Michael said with a laugh, "We know what you mean, Caleb!"

Ricky said, "Yeah.  We'll take him in hand AND mouth."

Caleb blushed a bit as Tony said, "Don't be crude, Ricky."

Then Ricky said, "Well I didn't mention the third place we can take him!"

When Tony was about to say something, Caleb held up his hand and said with
a smile, "That's okay, you guys.  At least now I know what I'm in for!"

Later, when all had retired to their rooms, Michael and Karl lay in bed in
the afterglow of two very powerful orgasms.  As Karl idly licked Michael's
deflating penis, he said, "Caleb is sure a great looking guy.  You and he
played around together a lot when you were youngsters, didn't you?  What's
he like?  You know, what's he like in bed?"

Michael said, "Yeah, Caleb and I sort of learned the ropes together, so to
speak.  He's a loving person, Karl.  Steve is a very lucky guy.  And so is
Noah.  Steve knows that Caleb and his son get together sometimes and he
understands, just like my son, Jeff, and I still get together sometimes.
As for how he is in bed, well, maybe you and I should invite him in with us
sometime, and you'll find out."

The thought of a romp in bed with Caleb had now made them both hard again
and once again they found themselves in a strenuous sixty-nine position.


Caleb had undressed quickly and flung himself on the bed.  Putting his arms
under his head, he told Noah and Ricky he would love to lie there and watch
the two boys undress each other slowly.  They were perfectly willing and
happy to put on a little show for Caleb.

As each item of clothing was removed, and as Caleb watched the boys' naked
skin slowly coming into view, his penis began to rise and was quickly
standing straight up from his body, hard and strong.  When the boys were
finally down to their jockey shorts, in which were packed two very hard
penises, Noah got down on his knees and licked Ricky's bulge.  He then ran
his tongue over Ricky's upper thighs and in under the hem of his shorts.
Caleb began to slowly stroke his penis as he felt an erotic passion taking
over his body.  Noah then slowly pulled Ricky's shorts down until Ricky's
hard penis popped out and slapped Noah in the face.

Soon, the two boys were lying on either side of Caleb, propped up on their
elbows and running their hands over the sensuous skin of Caleb's almost
unbearably masculine body.  Caleb lay with his eyes closed and moaning with
the sound of fierce desire.  Ricky lifted Caleb's legs and pushed them up
as high as he could, burying his face in between Caleb's ass cheeks.  Caleb
relaxed his asshole so that Ricky was able to run his tongue inside easily.
The warm, moist, pungent odor of Caleb's ass was so erotic that Ricky
didn't want to leave it.

Soon, Caleb gasped, "Fuck me, Ricky!  Push that beautiful Mexican cock
inside of me!  Push it in deep!"  Ricky mounted Noah's father quickly and
plunged his hard penis into the man's hole.  As he fucked Caleb, Noah
sucked and nibbled on his father's nipples, causing Caleb to moan loud
enough that it could probably be heard around the house.  Ricky couldn't
hold it for long.  He felt his orgasm lurking inside of his body, as though
it were teasing him and crying to explode.  He had to let it go.  As he
entered an ethereal world of extreme pleasure, he felt his sperm rushing up
through his penis in surge after surge.  Every throb of his penis felt like
a heavenly hammer blow to his body as he pounded his pelvis against Caleb's
ass.

Collapsing onto Caleb's body, he kissed Noah's father deeply while they
slashed at each other's tongue.  When Ricky rolled off, Noah could hardly
wait to fuck his father and bury his penis into the wet, hot, slimy cum
that Ricky had just deposited in his father's ass.  As Noah humped his
father's ass as hard as he could, Ricky laid his head on Caleb's stomach
and took the man's throbbing penis into his mouth.  Caleb's moans became
louder as he felt his son's penis rubbing against his prostate and Ricky's
tongue and lips running wildly over his penis.

Caleb couldn't hold it any longer and let his sperm shoot in powerful
spurts into Ricky's mouth.  As he did so, Noah could feel his father's ass
hole clenching tightly, over and over against his own penis, causing him to
cum almost without warning.  As Caleb felt his own sperm being ejected from
his penis, he also felt the powerful throbbing of his son's penis in his
ass as it flooded his rectum with Noah's hot sperm.

As Caleb lay exhausted with both his legs still being held up, Ricky and
Noah took turns licking up their sweet and bitter cream that was now oozing
out of Caleb's asshole.  When they had sucked up all they could, they both
kissed Caleb on the lips where he could savor the taste of the boys' cum
that had once filled his rectum.  They lay tightly next to one another,
with the boys running their hands over the damp, sweat-covered hair on
Caleb's legs, chest and arms.  At the same time, Caleb turned his head from
side to side kissing the two boys on the lips and running his hands over
their bodies.

Noah finally said, "Dad, I am the luckiest guy on Earth because you and I
can love each other like this.  You know, Ricky and I know a guy at school,
who we've had circle jerks with.  He admitted to us once that he was really
attracted to his own dad, but he knew nothing would ever happen.  He said
that he and his dad see each other naked all the time, and sometimes with
hard-ons, but his dad never seems to give any indication that he might be
interested in him."

Caleb asked, "What's the boy's name?"

Noah said, "It's Todd Donaldson."

"Todd Donaldson, eh," said Caleb thoughtfully.  "What does his father do?"

"He's a doctor, I guess."

"Would his father's name be Cliff Donaldson?"

Ricky said, "Yeah, that's it.  His name is Cliff Donaldson."

Caleb pushed himself up on his elbows and said, "Well, Dr. Cliff Donaldson
is my doctor.  For years, I've gone to him every six months for a digital
exam of my prostate.  He's a fine doctor."

"Wow," the boys both exclaimed.

"it's funny about him, though.  One time when I had my pants down and I was
leaning over the examining table, and he had his finger up my ass, I got a
hard-on and I could feel like I was going to cum.  Then I shot sperm all
over the floor.  I was really quite embarrassed.  But he said, 'That was
good, wasn't it?'  And he knew I was embarrassed, and he said, 'Don't be
embarrassed.  That doesn't happen often, but it does happen to some men.'
On my next visit, I was looking forward to cumming again during the exam.
This time, he kept his finger up there for a very long time, just as though
he was trying to make me cum.  And I finally did.  He then said, 'You can
get a really good orgasm that way, can't you?  Personally, I love it that
way.'  He told me that when he was in medical school, the med students had
to give digital exams to each other.  And after that, he and one of the
other students got together frequently to finger fuck each other to orgasm.

"I told him that sounded really great.  Finally, he asked if it would
bother me an awful lot if I tried it on him.  And I said no.  So there we
were, in his examining room, where he locked the door, and I started finger
fucking Dr. Donaldson.  And we've done it to each other several times after
that.  You know, boys, I'm wondering if he's more interested in some
activity than his son thinks he is."

Noah said, "It sure would be nice if he tumbled to his son's desires.  I
know how much fun a guy can have with his dad."

"I'll tell you what," said Caleb.  "Maybe we could have Dr. Donalson and
his son Todd over to my place some evening and see how much we can
encourage the two to get together.  There'll still be a couple of nights
before Steve comes home.  Why don't I give Cliff a call and see if he and
his son can come over tomorrow night or the next night for some pizza.  Can
you two guys join us?"

Enrique said, "We're free either night, aren't we Noah?"


On the day when Adriano and Terry Murdock were to spend the evening with
Mario and Frack, Adriano came home after his last class to find Terry all
dressed and ready to go.  He had on a nice pair of gray dress slacks and a
light blue, long sleeved sport shirt.  His wing-tips were polished, and
several locks of his sandy hair hung down over his forehead.  As much as
Terry tried to keep his hair brushed back, some of it always flopped down
uncontrollably.  Adriano also detected a slight air of English cologne.

Adriano stood and looked at him.  "Terry, you are absolutely the most
handsome man I have ever seen.  I'm afraid, though, that my dad and Frack
won't be so dressed up."

"It doesn't matter," said Terry as he took Adriano in his arms.  "This is
how I like to look when I meet new friends."

When they arrived at Mario's apartment, Terry and Frack were introduced.
Terry stood for a few moments and looked at Frack, who was dressed in a
pair of clean jeans, a blue denim shirt, and a black leather vest.  Terry
stepped quickly toward Frack and took him in his arms.

"I can't tell you how glad I am to finally meet you, Frack," said Terry.
"You are a man of great courage.  I admire and respect you more than you
will ever know.  If it were not for your humanity and your love, Adriano
would probably not be with us today.  You are an extraordinary man, dear
Frack, and it's a great honor to know you and to be your friend."

Frack was clearly embarrassed, but at the same time felt a thrill go
through his body as he held on to this unbelievably sensuous looking man.
Embarrassed or not, Frack impulsively took Terry's head between his hands
and kissed him hard on the lips.  Adriano was stunned as he stared at this
unexpected display of affection between these two incongruous looking men.
Mario beamed with relief that these two opposites had taken to each other
so well.

After being seated, Mario brought out beers for everyone.  Terry was
clearly delighted to have met Frack.  He said, "So you're a biker, Frack.
I've never known a biker.  It must be a fascinating life, free with the
wind blowing in your face."

"Hey, Terry," said Frack, leaning forward in his chair.  "How would ya like
me to give a ride on the old hog sometime."

"That would be lovely!" responded Terry.  "Tell me.  What does a biker do
with his time?"

"Well, until now, I ain't been settled in no one place.  I have these biker
friends, ya see, and we ride all over the countryside.  And we got friends
scattered around where we can stay some nights."

Terry said, "Where abouts do you ride?"

"Well, we ain't usually got a firm plan ever.  But me and my biker family
ride all over the west.  When I left 'em, they was headed up there to
Montana and the Dakotas.  Several of 'em are rodeo bums, and they like to
git into them rodeos up there around the Montana ranch country and work in
them roping competitions."

"Do you have any women bikers that ride with you?" asked Terry.

"No, we don't need no women messin' us up.  All they think of is themselves
and jist git everyone riled up with all their shit.  We jist all love each
other and we don't need no women."

Terry said, "I always thought bikers were lonely guys.  You know, no sex,
no fun."

Frack began to roar with laughter.  "Aw, we always got sex whenever we
wanted it.  The guys that like to fuck women can always find it in the
towns we pass through.  And the guys that don't git sex from each other.
Ya know, we're all comrades, we depend on one another, and we respect each
other.  We never ask no questions.  Some of the guys have young slaves that
ride with 'em, and they git all the fuckin' they want."

"Slaves?"

"Sure, but not the kind of slaves yer thinkin' of.  These are guys who
wanna turn their lives over to another guy.  It's a little society all our
own."

"Sounds exciting," said Terry.

Adriano was beginning to get a little uneasy over Terry's deep interest in
Frack's life.  Moving over to the sofa, he sat next to Terry and, putting
his arm around him, kissed him on the lips.  He said, "Frack, it sounds to
me that you may miss . . . or may come to miss . . . that life out on the
road.  Do you think someday you'll want to get back to that life?"

"I might," said Frack.

Mario said, "Adriano, Frack and I have an understanding.  I'm not so stupid
as to think I can hold Frack here forever.  I understand about his biker
life and the pull it has on him, and will always have on him.  Frack will
always be a free person, a free spirit.  I understand that.  But we take
one day at a time, and right now, our love is very deep and I'll cherish
every day of his life that he gives to me."

Terry shook his head slightly and said, "It certainly is an unusual
arrangement.  I don't know that I could live with the thought that my dear
Adriano might want to leave me someday.  But you are very wise, Mario, to
understand your situation so clearly and accept it."

As the evening wore on, and after downing more beer than any of them should
have had, Frack broke the ice and blurted out, "Ya know, I'm gittin' horny
as hell." Pulling Mario down on his lap, he said, "And look at him.  His
sweet little body is jist squimin' around like he wants to git fucked.  And
my cock is achin' to git inside of him."

Terry smiled and said, "Well, we're all friends here.  There's no point in
being bashful.  I'm no stranger to being horny myself."

As he watched Frack undo Mario's fly and pull out his father's gorged
penis, Adriano began rubbing Terry's considerable bulge.  Frack stood up
with little Mario cradled in his arms.  He said, "I think it's bedie-bye
time, y'all.  And we got room on that monster bed of ours, for you, too.
As you said, Terry, don't be bashful."

Adriano and Terry followed Frack into the bedroom and stood there watching
Frack slowly undress Mario.  As he pulled off Mario's pants, Frack said,
"Ain't that the prettiest little ass ya ever seen?"

Adriano felt a real excitement sweep over him as he thought about watching
his own father being fucked by another guy.  It was almost more exciting
than all the times he had fucked him himself.  Terry lost no time in
stripping himself down and helping Adriano remove his clothes.

Frack looked at Terry's naked body and said, "Oooo.  Lookee here, Mario.
Did ya ever think you'd be watchin' yer own son fuckin' a piece of gorgeous
ass like that?  Climb in, you guys!"

As Frack and Mario lay there, ravenously licking and sucking on each
other's body, Terry and Adriano lay beside them doing the same.  Each
couple, however, kept their eyes on the other.  It was so erotic for both
Frack and Terry to watch this father and son being loved and fucked in the
same bed.

Frack said, "Come on, you two.  Let's fuck together and see if we can't
shoot our loads into their little asses at the same time.  Both father and
son gittin' fucked in the same bed at the same time.  Wow-ee!"

As both Adriano and his father lay on there backs next to each other with
their legs held high in the air, and getting their asses pounded, they
turned their heads and looked at each other as though to say, "Isn't this
the wildest, most erotic thing we have ever done!"

Both Terry and Frack were pounding their penises into this father and son
with the same rhythm.  Frack gasped, "I'm gittin' pretty close to cummin'
Now let's cum together!"

Very shortly, both Frack and Terry began to moan as their orgasms inched
closer.  Just as Frack let out a yell, Terry knew he could now let go.
They both pounded their penises into these little Italian asses harder and
harder as their sperm surged up the shafts and out into the bodies of this
father and his son.

Soon, father and son had taken position to fuck Frack and Terry.  Frack
said, now when yer about to cum, pull out, and I wanna see all that sweet
cream shoot out of yer penis onto me.  Okay?"

Terry said, "And I want to see you do the same thing, Adriano."

Frack and Terry enjoyed watching this father and son and their dark Italian
bodies pumping away on them, and the look of extreme concentration on their
faces.  As the expressions on Adriano's and Mario's faces began to contort,
it was obvious that they were about to cum together.  They each pulled out
and, both at once, shot their long ropes of thick white sperm into the
necks and faces of Frack and Terry.  Frack couldn't resist, and leaned over
and kissed Terry, smearing the cum that covered them all over their lips
and cheeks.  The sight of this was so hot for both Adriano and Mario that
both of their penises stayed hard.  And they began to hump once again into
the asses of their two lovers.  They were both able to achieve a second
orgasm within minutes.

As the four sweaty bodies lay pressed against one another on the bed, they
each had their own thoughts.  One unspoken thought of each of them,
however, was that sometime they would love to switch partners.  Adriano had
this secret desire to fuck Frack, this man who he had come to love because
of his heroic deeds.  And Mario also secretly desired to fuck Terry, this
refined and sophisticated Englishman.  Frack also thought it would be
exciting to fuck the son of his lover, and Terry likewise thought how
erotic it would be to fuck the father of his lover.


Caleb had invited Dr. Cliff Donaldson and his son, Todd, to get together
with him and Noah and Enrique on the last night before Steve was to return
home to Goliad.  That day, however, Enrique had come down with some sort of
a stomach virus.  He had thrown up several times, but by late afternoon, he
was feeling a little better.  All he wanted to do was to go to bed.  He
urged Noah to go ahead over to his father's place without him, since all he
wanted to do was to sleep.  Noah didn't want to leave him, but Enrique was
insistent.

Noah arrived just minutes before Cliff and his son.  Cliff was a tall,
slender man with a strong and commanding voice.  He shook Noah's hand so
tightly that Noah winced.  "Well, young man," said cliff in a deep
stentorian voice, "I understand you and Todd are good buddies.  That's
good.  I would have bet the farm on a son of Caleb's being a fine young
man.  I understand that you play a little basketball over at the school.
Good exercise!"

"Well, I play a little, but I just play in intramural basketball," said
Noah.  "I'm not good enough to be on the school's real team.

Caleb said, "Have a seat you guys.  What will you have to drink?"

Cliff said, "Just a little Scotch on the rocks for me, thanks."

The two boys opted for Pepsis.  Soon, Noah said, "Dad, can I take Todd back
in the other room and show him some stuff?"

"Sure, go ahead."

When Noah and Todd entered Caleb's bedroom, Noah opened one of the drawers
in the chest and said, "I want to show you some pictures.  Look.  Aren't
they hot?"

Noah took out a cardboard box filled with pornographic pictures.  Todd's
eyes bugged out, and he said, "Are these your dad's?  Does he know you look
at them?"

"Sure," said Noah, as he pulled the pictures out and spread some of them
out on the bed.  "He and I have looked at them many times together.  You
know, I've told you that dad and I get together a lot.  Look at this one.
This is one of my favorites.  This is a guy fucking another guy from the
rear while he's sucking a third guy's cock.  And the guy getting fucked is
sucking on a fourth guy's cock.  And look at these.  These are what my dad
calls 'cum-shots.'  Look at all that cum all over those guy's faces."

"Wow!" said Todd.  "I've never seen pictures like this.  I wonder if my dad
has stuff like this."

Noah said, "He might.  Maybe sometime he'll show them to you if he does."

Back in the living room, Caleb took advantage of the boys not being there.
He said, "Cliff, I've got to tell you something.  You know after we started
finger-fucking each other in your examining room, Noah and I have tried
it."

"No!  With your own son?"

"Well, Cliff, after my divorce, Noah and I have become pretty open with
each other about sexual things.  I told him about having to have these
digital exams done on my prostate periodically, and as we talked about it,
I told him that I didn't mind it, and that I actually had an orgasm while
doing it.  He became so serious and interested about it that I saw no
problem in showing him what it was like.  Then one thing led to another,
and we did it to each other after that several times."

Caleb wasn't ready to admit to his doctor that he and his son actually
cock-fucked each other or that they were sexual lovers.

"My God," said Cliff.  "I don't know if I could ever go that far to do that
with my own son."

"But do you ever think that you would like to do it with Todd?"

"Oh, I don't know.  With my own son?  Well, maybe.  But I'm sure he
wouldn't want me to do it."

"Cliff, what if he wanted you to do it?  Would you do it?"

"Yeah.  Maybe I would.  But he'd have to want it and enjoy it."

"And if he did enjoy it," said Caleb, "would you enjoy it?"

"Yeah.  I guess I would."

"I mean having your son finger-fuck you?"

"Yeah.  That would be kinda nice.  But only if he wanted to."

After Noah and Todd returned to the living room, the four of them sat and
talked for another hour or so about what the boys were doing in school and
other general current events subjects.  Throughout the conversation, Caleb
was thinking to himself about the best way to get to the problem at hand
. . . how to get the good doctor and his son more intimate with each other.
He could tell that Cliff had an interest, albeit repressed, in some
activity with his son, and he was aware, from what Noah had told him, that
Todd had a real sexual attraction to his dad.

Finally, Caleb said, "I rented a great movie today.  It's 'Lord of the
Rings.'  Would you guys like to watch it?"

Everyone seemed amenable to the idea.  Caleb picked up the tape from the
coffee table and stood up.  "I'm afraid the only VCR we have that's working
is attached to the TV in the bedroom.  We can be comfortable there.  I have
a nice big king size bed we can lounge on."

After Caleb had inserted the tape and got it started, they all stretched
out on the bed, propping their heads up with pillows.  The two boys lay in
the middle, with their fathers lying next to them on the outside.  Very
quickly, Noah rolled close to his dad and, draping his arm over Caleb's
chest, nuzzled his head in under his arm.  This distracted Cliff and Todd
from the movie as they both watched Caleb and Noah getting comfortable like
this.

It wasn't long before Noah very conspicuously began moving his hand over
his dad's bulge.  Todd could feel the blood rush to his head, and the
desire to do the same thing with his dad was almost overpowering.  Todd
rolled closer to his dad so their bodies were touching.  As Noah began
slipping his hand down under his dad's belt and into his pants, Todd
couldn't help himself and put his hand on his dad's chest.

Cliff could sense an excitement coming over him with the feel of Todd's
body pressed against his.  His penis was now hard, creating a very large
bulge in his pants.  He hoped that Todd could see it.  But somehow he was
afraid to make any other moves towards his son.  He would simply wait to
see what Todd would do, and would encourage him by simply not objecting to
anything that happened.

They watched as Noah slowly undid his father's pants, allowing Caleb's
turgid penis to spring into view.  At the sight of this, Cliff impulsively
slipped his arm under Todd and pulled him tightly against his own body.
With this sign of encouragement, Todd reached down and slowly unzipped his
father's fly.  Pushing his hand inside, Todd could feel the wet stickiness
of his dad's pre-cum that had all but soaked Cliff's under-shorts.

Cliff realized that the train, so to speak, was now on its way downhill,
and there was no stopping it.  On one hand, he felt as though his
relationship with his son was about to crash and burn, but on the other
hand his growing sexual desire for Todd swept relentlessly over him.  As he
held his son's body close to him, he watched Noah pull Caleb's pants down
to around his ankles.  While Noah ran his tongue down over his father's
stomach, through his pubic hair, and finally sucking Caleb's penis into his
mouth, Cliff pushed his hand down inside of his son's pants, taking hold of
Todd's hard penis and balls.

"Take them off, son," whispered Cliff.  "Take them off."

Both Caleb and Noah now were completely naked.  Todd removed his pants and
shirt and helped his father remove his.  Cliff pulled Todd down on top of
him and kissed his son lightly on the lips.  Then, as they pushed their
tongues into each other's mouth, their kissing became violent and
passionate.  Cliff held onto Todd's little ass cheeks and ran his fingers
over his son's asshole.  Noah now had his fathers legs held high in the air
as he tongue-fucked him.  Soon, Noah stood over his father and lowered
himself down slowly onto Caleb's rigid penis.  As Cliff saw this, he pushed
two, then three fingers up into his son's hole.

Blind passion and uncontrollable desire now gripped Cliff as he rolled his
son over onto his back.  He had often seen Todd's penis, but never when it
was so hard and thick and long and delicious looking as now.  He could now
see it was larger in size than his own.  Suddenly burying his face in his
son's crotch, he took both of his balls into his mouth and savored the
sweet smell and taste of the soft, moist skin on his ball sack.  Running
his tongue up along the underside of Todd's penis, and then all around the
large head that crowned the shaft, he continued to slide his three fingers
in and out of his son's hole.

Cliff now felt that he had lost all his reason.  He was now operating on
pure animal instinct.  He could see through the corner of his eye that
Caleb had now mounted his son and was fucking him vigorously.  Again, with
pure, unadulterated sexual passion taking over his mind and body, Cliff
pushed his son's legs in the air and thrust his gorged penis into his son's
asshole.  Todd could see a sort of violence sweep over his father's face,
now flushed and covered with beads of sweat.  To feel his father's hot cock
inside of him almost sent him into delirium.

As Caleb roared, sending his sperm gushing into his son's rectum, Cliff
felt his whole body being ravaged by the most powerful orgasm he had ever
experienced.  The idea that he was sending his own sperm into his own son's
body was almost more than he could bear.

As Both Caleb and Cliff rolled off onto the bed beside their sons, they
watched as Noah and Todd got into a 69 position between them and they took
each other's sperm into their mouths.

Caleb reached across the boys and put his hand on Cliff's cheek. Smiling,
he said, "Are you alright, Cliff?"

With his mind whirling in all directions, Cliff said, "I think so."

After everyone had finally caught his breath, they dressed silently without
a word.  At the door, Caleb said, "I have another appointment with you in a
couple of days, Cliff.  I'll see you then."

Cliff and Todd drove most of the way home in silence.  Finally, Todd said,
"Are you mad at me, dad?"

"Of course not, son."

Moving close to his dad and laying his head on his shoulder, Todd said
softly, "I love you, dad.  I really do.  I'm sorry.  I wanted that to
happen."

"You did?" said Cliff.  "Did you set that up with those guys?"

"No.  I didn't know that was going to happen.  Honest, I didn't.  Are you
mad at me?"

Patting Todd on the knee, Cliff said, "I told you I'm not mad at you."
Then after a long pause, he said, "Todd, I wanted it to happen, too."

As they pulled into the garage, they sat looking at each other for a few
minutes.  Taking Todd's head in his hands, Cliff kissed him sweetly on the
lips.  "Todd, you're my whole life.  That's right.  I wanted this to
happen, but I was never going to let it happen.  But I did.  And I'm glad
it happened.  I love you very much, Todd."

Inside, Cliff got undressed and went into the bathroom to pee and brush his
teeth.  After he went into his room and climbed into bed, he could hear
Todd peeing and brushing his own teeth.  He lay there praying that Todd
would not grow to feel poorly of his dad for what he did.  After awhile,
Todd appeared at the door.

"Dad?  Would you let me sleep with you tonight?  I went into my room, but I
knew I couldn't go to sleep there.  Not tonight.  Would you mind if I
stayed close to you tonight?"

Cliff raised his welcoming arms and smiled.  "Come lie down here next to
me, son."

Cliff pulled his son's warm, naked body close to his.  They kissed and ran
their hands gently over each other's skin until they were both asleep.

Several days later, Caleb came to Cliff's office for his usual prostate
inspection.  As he sat in the examining room awaiting the doctor's arrival,
he looked at the graphic charts on the wall showing cross-sections of male
organs, penises and testicles, as well as brochures advertising Viagra and
various penis enlargement devices.  He wondered what Cliff's reaction to
their night of lust would be now in the light of day, so to speak.

When Cliff opened the door and stepped in, he looked at Caleb with a very
serious expression on his face and said, "You sly dog!  You planned that
whole thing, didn't you?"

"Well, I . . . ."

"Don't say anything in your defense, you cocksucker," Cliff said.  "To show
you how I feel about what you did to Todd and me, I'm going to give you a
prostate exam you'll never forget!  Now drop your pants and lean over that
table!"

As Caleb did as he was told, Cliff stood behind him and dropped his own
pants to the floor.  "Now I'm going to put the usual lubricant on that
fucking asshole of yours and give you what you deserve!"

Cliff stood stroking his hard penis for a few moments and then thrust it
violently into Caleb's asshole.  "Now this will teach you a lesson!"

As Cliff pounded his pelvis against Caleb's ass cheeks, Caleb could feel
the head of the doctor's penis rubbing hard against his prostate.  After no
more than ten or twelve thrusts, Cliff started growling while his sperm
shot up into Caleb's rectum.  At the same time Caleb shot stream after
stream of his own sperm onto the floor.  When they were done, Cliff took
hold of Caleb and whirled him around so they faced each other.  He then
kissed Caleb violently on the mouth.

"Now I hope that was in good payment for what you did!" said Cliff.  Then
softening his expression and, with a little wry smile, he said, "Actually,
Caleb, I can't thank you enough for what you did."

"Really?"

"I know that you arranged for that to happen the other night.  And for your
information, it was the best thing that could have happened for Todd and
me."

"Cliff, I admit I arranged it," said Caleb, "because Todd had told Noah how
much he wanted to have that kind of intimacy with his dad.  And I kind of
got the feeling, too, that you might also want it."

Sitting down and taking Caleb's hand in his, he said, "Caleb, Todd and I
love each other very much, and thanks to you, we can now openly express
that love to each other in ways we couldn't before this."

"Thanks, Caleb.  By the way, you remember that you and I started
finger-fucking each other during our appointments.  If you thought that my
new way of giving you a prostate exam today was more effective, perhaps
next time you can do that to me, too."

"It will be my pleasure!"


When Steve returned home, Caleb told him about everything truthfully that
happened when he was gone.  He told him about having his doctor and his son
in bed with him and Noah.  He also revealed that the doctor fucked him in
the examining room.  When Steve heard it, he looked away and said nothing.
He simply walked out on the balcony and looked out over the railing and
into the distance.

Caleb followed him and, standing behind him, put his hands on Steve's
shoulders.  "Steve, I'm sorry.  I wanted to be truthful with you.  My love
for you is still the same as it ever was.  I hope you believe me.  Steve?"

Without turning around, Steve finally said, "Yes, I believe you."

"What's the matter, Steve?"

After a long pause, Steve, still looking out into the distance, said,
"Caleb, something happened when I was back home in New England.  "I met
someone . . . ."


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Tom Borden
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