Date: Thu, 26 Jun 2014 13:31:49 -0500
From: Jim 002 <jim002@outlook.com>
Subject: Needs

                              Needs
                      By Jim002@outlook.com
              Copyright 2014 by jim002@outlook.com

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                               One
   I woke up. There was a dark shadow in my room. I realized it
was my father. He was wearing his Bull's T-shirt, but his crotch
was dark. I gasped when I realized he was naked below the waist.
Not only that, he was erect.
   "Are you awake?" my father asked, in his accented voice. He
had moved to the US from Sicily with my grandparents when he was
seven. I thought his accent was very sexy, and I was worried by
my feelings towards him.
   "Yes, Dad."
   Dad lay down on the bed next to me.
   "Your mother is not taking your news well."
   I sighed. I told them that evening that I was gay. I had
heard her yelling.
   "How do you feel about it? Are you angry?"
   "No. Tony. I.Well, I'm not sorry you are. I understand. Some
men need other men. It's just how they are. It's not shameful,
although I was raised to keep things like that secret. That's not
because it's bad. It's because it is a private thing and not
anyone else's business."
   I looked at Dad's erection. My mouth went dry.
   "Is it...do you need a man?" he asked. "Is that it?"
   I swallowed, nervously.
   "Yes, Dad. I do."
   I looked at his face. He was nodding. Then he sighed.
   "You need a cock and I'm so fucking horny," he said.
   I swallowed, again. I thought about him being in my bed,
showing me his hardon, telling me how horny he was. There was
only one way to interpret it. I reached out and wrapped my hand
around his erection. He sighed. I stroked his dick, slowly. He
was uncircumcised and the skin was loose.
   "Maybe we can help each other out," he said. "Do you want to
try that?"
   "Yes, Dad. I love this-um-your dick. But what is it exactly
you want?"
   He sighed, again.
   "I want to be sucked and I want to fuck."
   I gulped.
   "I want to do those things, Dad. But I'm...well, I'm...a
virgin."
   "Good. That is very, very good. I don't want either of us
catching anything."
   I nodded. I continued stroking him. He sighed.
   "Am I doing it the way you like?" I asked.
   "It feels very, very nice."
   I continued stroking him.
   "Tell your mother in a couple of days that you met a girl and
you were wrong."
   "OK. But..."
   "You are my son and I will give you what you need. The world
doesn't need to know how your needs are being met, or what it is
that you need. It's enough that we will make each other happy.
Will you do that, Tony?"
   "Yes, Dad. Are you talking about permanently?"
   "Yes. I don't want any other men inside you. Ever. If you
need a cock, use mine. There are a lot of rotten men in the
world, and a lot of diseases. You aren't settling for anything. I
don't mean to brag, but I am."
   "Wonderful," I said. "And your dick is incredible," I added,
softly.
   "I am bigger than average. I hoped showing it to you would
get you interested."
   "I was already interested."
   "I'm glad, Tony. This can work out very well for both of us.
But if you want sex with me, you cannot have sex with anyone
else. It's an either/or, not both. Do you understand?"
   "Of course, Dad."
   "Good."
   I ran my other hand under my father's T-shirt. I felt his
hairy chest.
   "You said you were interested, already. Do you want me,
Tony?"
   "I shouldn't, I know, but..."
   "But?" he asked.
   "I do," I finally admitted. "I've wanted a man exactly like
you for a while."
   "That is good, son. Don't ever be ashamed of wanting me. It's
not something I wish you didn't do. It makes me happy. I have
needs, just like you, and I want to feel desirable. It doesn't
bother me at all that my son is the one desiring me. It is
because you need a man, and I am a man. And it is better to get
what you need from a loved one than from a stranger."
   "Damm, Dad! I feel like I won the lottery!"
   Dad groaned and rolled on top of me. Suddenly his tongue was
in my mouth. We kissed. We kissed so hard, it was a little
frightening. He sucked on my lips and earlobes. He bit them. And
Mom was on the other side of the wall. Finally, Dad pulled away.
   "Do you want me inside you, son?" he whispered in my ear. I
shuddered and then gulped.
   "Yes, Dad."
   "Do you want my cock?"
   "Yes, Daddy."
   "Good. Good. I'm going to take your cherry, now. Undress."
   I pulled off my clothes. He took something off the bedside
table. I realized it was a jar of Vaseline. He must have brought
it with him.
   "I hope you know what you are doing," I said.
   "I do."
   I rolled onto my stomach.
   "Stay on your back. I want to kiss you while I fuck you."
   "Is that even possible?"
   He chuckled.
   "Haven't you ever watched.Oh, never mind. You are definitely
a virgin."
   "Women's holes are in front. Mine's behind me."
   "Is it? Is that where your asshole is? How unusual."
   He laughed.
   I sighed as a slippery finger slid inside me. Dad didn't have
trouble finding my hole. He moved his finger around for a while.
Then he pulled it out. I was disappointed. I reached for his
dick. He moved over so I could get to it. I stroked him. He
picked up the jar of Vaseline and got more. He applied it to two
fingers, and then pushed both of them inside me. It hurt, but I
was looking at Dad's cock and it had my full attention.
   "I'll buy lube, tomorrow," he said.
   I sighed. It was such a relief to me that Dad knew what to
do. I had never looked at gay porn videos. I watched a straight
one at a friend's house. Mom and Dad both worked with computers.
My devices were so locked down, I was surprised when I realized I
could watch R rated movies on them. There wasn't a lot of gay
fucking in them, though. I could have figured out ways to bypass
the parental controls, but I was afraid of what my mother would
do, if she found out.
   "One of my uncles needed a cock-a man inside him. My
grandfather gave his son what he needed. We went back to Sicily
for a vacation when I was thirteen. One day, I decided at the
last minute that I didn't want to go to the market with the rest
of the family. I went back into my grandfather's house and went
to my Uncle Tony's room to see if he wanted to show me the
vineyard where he worked, that was next door. I heard strange
noises. I knocked, but they didn't answer. I walked in to find my
grandfather fucking my uncle--one of his sons."
   "Oh, wow!"
   "My grandfather explained to me that my uncle needed a man,
and he was giving him what he needed. He said it was better for
Tony, for him, and for the family's reputation. His wife had died
and he needed sex. His cock was inside my uncle while he
explained it to me. When he finished explaining, he began fucking
him while they both looked at me. 'Should I leave?' I asked. 'If
you want to. You can stay and watch, but you must never tell a
soul.' I nodded. I watched them kiss while my grandfather fucked
his son. Before that, I saw my grandfather as an old man. After
seeing him fuck, I saw him as a stud. I moved to the foot of the
bed and watched my grandfather's balls slap against his son, as
he fucked him. My grandfather cried out and I knew he was
shooting inside Uncle Tony. His cock looked enormous when he
pulled it out of my uncle. There was a lot of spunk on it. I
watched my uncle lick it clean, while my grandfather moaned.
'He'll suck you, too,' my grandfather said to me. I almost shot
in my pants. Uncle Tony sucked his father for several minutes. My
grandfather kept grinning at me. "It feels so good," he said. I
couldn't take my eyes off them. 'Show him my seed in your mouth,"
my grandfather said, a few minutes later, after he pulled his
cock out of my uncle's mouth. My uncle opened his mouth and
pointed. I saw a milky fluid in his mouth. My grandfather had
come a second time in his mouth. My uncle closed his mouth and
swallowed. I almost came in my pants, a second time. Then my
grandfather shocked me by suggesting that I fuck him. 'It feels
really good, and it will make your uncle happy. You will both be
happy,' Grandfather said. So I fucked him, while my grandfather
watched and gave me tips on how to make it better for my uncle."
   "You are kidding!"
   "No. I had my first orgasm inside my uncle. And you know
what?"
   "What?"
   "Grandfather was right. It did feel really good and it did
make my uncle happy, and me, too. I had just fucked a man and for
the first time, I felt like a man. When I pulled out of Uncle
Tony's ass, he sucked me and I came a second time, just like my
grandfather. All three of us were very happy. Uncle Tony and his
father got the sex they both needed, and nobody talked about the
gay uncle. He just hasn't married yet. I'm glad my uncle had a
father who understood, and was willing to give his son what he
needed. When you told us you were gay, I was."
   He stopped.
   "What, Dad?"
   Dad sighed.
   "I was very happy. Could you tell?"
   "No. I was just relieved you weren't mad."
   "I decided I would offer the same thing to you and I really
hoped you would want it. I'm desperate for sex."
   My father pushed three fingers inside me. It hurt a lot, but
he left them at the entrance and waited. He sure knew what he was
doing, and I was so grateful.
   "Were you really glad? Really?"
   "Yes, son. I feel bad, but I can see how happy you are to
have me in your bed, like this. We should both be glad."
   "Oh, Daddy! I love you!"
   "I love you, son. And I am going to make both of us happy, as
often as we can arrange it. You know, I named you after him. I
think, even then, I hoped you would turn out like him. I was
named after my grandfather and you after his son."
   "I am so glad you aren't disappointed, Daddy. I really
worried about that."
   "I'm proud of you, Tony. You are a wonderful person and
brave, too."
   "Brave?"
   "You didn't have to tell us. You could have hid it for
years."
   I nodded.
   "Did you do anything else with your uncle?"
   "Oh, yes. I had sex with my uncle many times. We only did it
that one time in the house, though. The house was full of people
and the bed was noisy. We usually had sex at the vineyard next
door. It was very private. My grandfather would say he was going
outside to smoke, and that the smoke killed the bugs on the
grapevines. Then the three of us would walk over there.
Grandfather would fuck Uncle Tony standing up, while Uncle Tony
bent over to suck me. We would switch positions and I would fuck
while my grandfather got sucked. If we didn't have a lot of time,
Uncle Tony would just suck us. My grandfather liked Uncle Tony to
suck both of us at the same time. My cock would rub against my
grandfather's in my uncle's mouth. My cock was a lot smaller,
then."
   "Oh, god, Dad! You were so lucky!"
   "Then, I was. Later, not so much. That's the only time in my
life when I had sex every day. I missed it when we got back. When
I married your mother, I assumed I would have sex once a day.
It's more like once a year."
   "You are so sexy, Dad. I don't understand how she keeps her
hands off you."
   "Thank you, Tony."
   "Did your father know about any of it?" I asked.
   "No. He was very anti-gay, like your mother. He was always
trying to arrange dates for Uncle Tony while we were there. We
laughed about it in the vineyard while we had sex. I'm glad you
don't have to deal with his reactions."
   My grandfather had died of lung cancer three years earlier.
   Dad slowly pushed his three fingers further inside me. It
hurt like hell, but I wanted him to fuck me. If I said anything,
he might change his mind.
   "How will we keep it from Mom?"
   "Leave that to me. I will arrange things. I need a steady
fuck, Tony. Some days you may only be able to suck me, if you
want to, I mean."
   "I do, Dad. I really do."
   "Good. I'll say I need to go shopping or somewhere and invite
you. We'll find somewhere private where you can suck me. We will
have to save fucking for when we know we won't be interrupted."
   "That sounds good."
   Dad sighed.
   "I'm really tired of your mother."
   "Oh."
   I wasn't sure what he meant. But they did argue a lot.
   "She never wants to have sex and she complains constantly.
Nothing I do is good enough. I keep asking myself if I still love
her. I'm starting to really doubt it."
   I didn't know about the sex, of course, but she did complain
a lot. And about everything. The neighbors, her job, her
coworkers, politicians, me, the squirrels in the back yard, the
next door neighbor's dog, traffic, traffic lights, even about
people who complained that she complained a lot--the list went on
and on and on. About a month earlier, she came home and said her
boss told her she had a bad attitude. She couldn't understand it.
I did, though. I loved her, but nothing was ever good enough for
her. I mostly gave up trying to make her happy. When I made all
A's except for one B in school, she complained about the B.
   "Are you thinking of divorcing her?"
   Dad was silent.
   "I don't know. I wasn't when I walked in here tonight. But
now. Are you going to try to find someone your own age?"
   I thought about it. What were the chances I would find
someone like Dad? It seemed pretty unlikely.
   "Only if you decide to break it off, Dad. You are my first
choice."
   "You aren't ever fucking me, Tony."
   "I never for an instant thought I would, Dad."
   "I don't think I will even be willing to suck you. Someone
else could give you that."
   "Dad, I didn't think that either. I just need a dick inside
me, like Uncle Tony. I don't need someone to take care of mine. I
can jack off. Can't I?"
   He chuckled.
   "Yes. It is your mother who thinks you will go to hell for
it. She has no idea how often I jack off. Sometimes twice a day."
   I knew Dad jacked off. I'd seen-and tasted-the evidence.
   "Don't do it yourself! Let me do it, Dad! Please!"
   "You don't have to beg. I know you need my cock. Let's see
how well you like it, before I make any big decisions."
   "Is divorcing Mom one of those decisions? Or do you mean
having sex with me?"
   "Divorce. If both of us enjoy the sex, that decision is
already made."
   "If you divorced Mom, could I sleep with you?"
   "Sleep. Sleep?"
   I nodded. I reached for his dick and stroked it. He moved his
fingers around inside me.
   "I guess that would be nice. You would like that?"
   "I would love it, Dad. And we could have sex as often as we
liked."
   Dad chuckled.
   "I think you want me to divorce your mother!"
   I felt bad about that. But if he was unhappy, why should he
stay married to her?
   He put Vaseline on his dick. Then he moved between my legs.
He placed the head of his dick at my hole.
   "Push out, while I push in."
   I did. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth. He pushed. I
had never felt anything as painful. I started panting. He pushed
and something happened, but it still hurt just as much. I forced
myself to breathe when I started feeling faint.
   "I've got the head in. Let's wait for you to adjust."
   I nodded.
   "Are you OK with this?" he asked me.
   "Oh, yeah, Dad. I've been wanting a man exactly like you."
   "Really? No one at school?"
   "No. I want a man like you, not a boy like me."
   He bent down and our mouths met. His tongue went inside my
mouth. It was my first kiss, and I really loved it. After about a
minute, he pulled away.
   "Did that seem weird to you?" he asked.
   "It was wonderful."
   "Good."
   I reached for his T-shirt. He pulled it off. I ran my hands
over the parts of him I could reach.
   "You are so sexy, Dad."
   "You think so?"
   "Yes. I've thought it for years. I jack off to pictures of
you. I try to avoid looking at your face. It seemed less sinful
that way."
   "I'm glad I excite you. This wouldn't work if you didn't."
   I slid my hand down his hairy belly and into his thick pubic
hair. I felt part of the shaft of his dick.
   "Will it be bad if I fall in love with you?" I asked him.
   "I guess not. If it makes you want me more, I will be glad. I
don't know if I will be in love with you, but I already love you
more than anyone else."
   He leaned down and we kissed, again. I wrapped my arms around
his neck. His tongue explored the inside of my mouth. It was very
much like a dream, except for the pain. My father was inside me
while we French-kissed. After a moment, I realized his cock was
slowly sliding further into me. He pulled away from our kiss when
I felt his groin pressing against me.
   "I'm in."
   "I love you, Daddy."
   "I love you, son."
   "I can't wait to taste your semen."
   "Really?" Dad asked.
   "Dad.I have a confession to make. I know when you leave
towels in certain places that they have your cum on them. I've
been sucking it off the towels."
   Dad grinned at me.
   "Have you really?"
   "Yes. Unfortunately your stuff taste like Downy."
   Dad laughed.
   "And you would prefer it without the Downy."
   "Definitely."
   "You made my year, Tony. I mean that. You are really going to
enjoy sucking me."
   "I know."
   "I'm very glad. Every time, you'll get a mouthful of Downy-
free cum."
   "And warm! It's always cold!"
   He chuckled. "That, too."
   "You said your uncle sucked you twice a day. Can you come
twice a day?"
   "Why don't we find out?"
   I smiled at him, and he leaned down for another kiss. While
we kissed, he pulled partway out of me and thrust. I groaned into
his mouth. He repeated it. He definitely knew what he was doing!
He pulled away and began fucking me. It hurt, but it was also the
most wonderful experience of my life. After a couple of minutes,
he stopped.
   "You don't seem to be enjoying it," he said.
   "I love it! Are you kidding? This has been my secret fantasy!
I just wish I could see you better. I want to lick you all over!
I've wanted to do that for a couple of years."
   "I had no idea you wanted me."
   "I guess I hid it well."
   "Let's try it with you on top."
   He pulled out of me and lay on his back. I squatted over him
and lowered myself onto him. We both groaned, softly as he
entered me. I forced myself to ignore the pain. I could see him
better like that. When I was sitting on him, I reached out and
ran my hands over his chest. He put his hands on my waist and
lifted. I got the idea and began bouncing on his cock. Dad turned
his head from side to side.
   "Are you all right?"
   "It feels incredible! Fantastico!"
   I grinned and kept bouncing. After a couple of minutes, he
grabbed my waist again and held me still.
   "Ah.Ah.Ah." he said.
   I knew he was shooting inside me. I was no longer a virgin.
   I leaned down and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around me
as we kissed. His cock didn't soften. I was glad about that. I
wanted to play with it. I pulled away and he sighed.
   "Will you grow a beard, again?" I asked him.
   "Your mother hated it."
   "Is that a reason?"
   He chuckled.
   "You like your Daddy with a beard?"
   "I thought you looked even hotter."
   "OK. I will."
   "I want to play with your dick for a while. Is that OK?"
   "Of course. I want you to love it. Whenever you need it, let
me know, and I'll find us somewhere private. The more you want
it, the happier I will be. So even if you just want to look at
it, tell me. I don't want you looking at pictures of other mens'
cocks. I want you to look at mine."
   "OK. I will."
   I pulled off him. I lay beside him and took his dick into my
hand. It was wet with his jizz. I wanted to suck him, but he
would have to take a shower and that would probably wake Mom. I
stroked him.
   "You are still stiff."
   "I was very horny."
   I reached for his balls and held them while I stroked him.
   "I hope you are always hard."
   Dad chuckled.
   "Jack me off, Tony. I'm sure I can come, again. You can lick
my spunk off me, if you want."
   I groaned. I began stroking him faster.
   "Tug on my balls."
   I did. His cock felt like a steel rod surrounded by velvet. I
couldn't wait to taste it.
   "I want to suck you tomorrow, Dad."
   "I'll make sure you get the chance."
   Dad sighed and his cock seemed to get even stiffer. He
groaned as semen shot out of his cock. It landed on the black
hair on his belly. I kept stroking until he grabbed my hand. I
let go and licked up his spunk. I loved the way it tasted. I kept
licking until he laughed.
   "I think you got it all a couple of minutes, ago."
   "I told you I want to lick you all over."
   "What did you think about the taste?"
   "Delicious. I already loved it. I want some every day, Dad."
   "You'll get it. I just hope you don't change your mind."
   I sighed.
   "Lie down, Tony."
   I did. Dad surprised me by jacking me off. I came quickly. He
kissed me again and said, "Good night."
   "Night, Dad. I love you."
   "I love you, too."
   He left my room. It took me a long time to fall asleep. I
wondered what the future would hold. What would we do if Mom
found out? Would Dad decide it was too risky and stop? I didn't
want it to ever stop.
   Dad woke me the next morning.
   "Your mother left for work."
   I grinned at him and he laughed.
   He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He straddled
me on the bed and I began sucking him, as best I could. He let
out a long breath. After a minute, he pulled out of my mouth.
   "I don't know what I'm doing, Dad."
   "I know, son. But are you enjoying it?"
   "Oh, yeah! Are you kidding?"
   He grinned.
   "What about last night? Are you in pain?"
   "I loved last night. It was the happiest time of my life. I
don't feel sore. I don't know if I will feel it when I take a
dump, though."
   "I'll teach you to suck me the way I like."
   "Oh, good."
   "Unfortunately, I have to leave."
   "Can I take a picture of your cock?"
   He grinned.
   "You sure can. Are you going to jack off to it, today?"
   "Probably. I know I will spend the day looking at it."
   "Take lots. Make sure my face isn't in them, though."
   I picked up my cellphone and took several pictures. Some for
the side, some from underneath, and some from above.
   "I gotta go."
   "See you later. I love you."
   Dad bent over to kiss me. I felt his tongue on my lips. I
opened my mouth and we French-kissed, briefly.
   Dad left, whistling.
   I fell back in bed and fell asleep.
   I woke up about nine. I got a shower. I pushed a soapy finger
inside my butt. I was a little sore, but it wasn't too bad. After
I dried off, I went to my computer and looked at the photos of
Dad's dick. It was.I tried to put it into words. Amazing.
Perfect. Beautiful.
   "I love you," I heard myself say aloud. I chuckled. It was
silly to say it to a picture, but I did love it! I decided to IM
my father.
   "Love object in pics."
   A minute later, he responded, "LOL glad! sore?"
   "No. happy!"
   "Me 2. gotta go."
   I stroked myself while I looked at Dad's pictures. I didn't
want to come, though. I wanted to feel his hand on me. He didn't
seem to mind jacking me off.
   I decided I needed pictures of his whole body. I could keep
his face out of the pictures. While I looked at the photos, I
wondered about whether Uncle Tony had someone to replace his
father. My great-grandfather was dead. I wished I could have
watched Uncle Tony's father fucking him. Dad enjoyed watching
them and he wasn't even gay. I would have loved it. I decided to
ask Dad to tell me about it, again.
   I stopped daydreaming and did the housework Mom wanted me to
do. I washed the clothes and did the vacuuming during the summer
when school was out. I had washed clothes the day before, so I
just vacuumed. That was easy enough. Vacuuming was a brainless
activity, so I thought about Dad. I thought about him being glad
when I told him and Mom I was gay. I certainly never expected
that reaction! I thought about them divorcing. Would I be the
cause? That wasn't a pleasant thought. But if Dad was miserable,
why should he stay married?
   I felt my phone vibrate. I turned off the vacuum cleaner. I
had an IM from Dad.
   "i decided," it said.
   "and?"
   "say u want 2 live with me."
   I stared at the words.
   "don't claim u aren't gay. u want 2 be with me because u r
gay and it doesn't bother me."
   "OK," I typed.
   "lawyer after work. bye."
   I put the phone down. I sat on the sofa and thought. I was
about to get what I thought I would never have: Dad for a lover.
And we would even sleep together. That was something Uncle Tony
probably did get to do very often, if my great-grandfather's
house had a lot of people living in it.
   While I was sitting there, my phone rang. It was Mom.
   "Hi, Mom."
   "Hi, Tony. I've made an appointment for you to see a
psychologist."
   "What about?"
   "About being gay. He offers reparative therapy. He can help
you lose your sinful thoughts."
   I got mad.
   "No, thanks."
   "Do you want to be that way?"
   "It has nothing to do with wanting. I am the way I am."
   "I'm afraid it isn't your decision."
   "Oh, I think it is!"
   "What?"
   "I would leave home, before I would go to see that charlatan!
Why don't you Google reparative therapy? It's mind control AND
discredited!"
   I slammed the phone down. I IM-ed Dad.
   "mom wants me 2 c antigay psych who can fix me!"
   "good. it will make things smoother."
   "i'm not going!"
   "no no no u aren't."
   Mom texted me.
   "u are going. I will take u at 4."
   "no. i won't. dad says so."
   I grinned at her next text.
   "kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk I will c you at
3:30."
   She got off at four-thirty. The only reason she would see me
at 3:30 was to take me to the quack.
   "no u won't."
   I sat and fumed. I thought about Dad's reaction. 'Good.' I
wondered why he said that. Then I wondered. Was it grounds for
divorce? Was that what would be 'smoother'? Maybe he would have
us move out of the house right away to keep me away from Mom.
That would be better, as long as she was all psych-psycho.
   At two-thirty, I took the bus to Dad's office. I had a key to
his car. I sat in it. I planned to wait there until he got off
work. Unfortunately, he was parked in the sun and it was very,
very hot, even with all the windows down.
   My phone rang. It was Dad.
   "Your mother just called and said you weren't at home. Where
are you?"
   "I'm in your car."
   Dad chuckled.
   "You must be hot!"
   "It is warm-ish."
   He laughed.
   "Turn on the car and the AC."
   I sighed.
   "Thanks. I'm really dying out here."
   "I'll be right out. I'm going to take the rest of the day
off."
   "Oh, good."
   I got in the front seat and started the car. I smiled as the
AC hit my face.
   I saw Dad walking towards me. I got in the front passenger
seat.
   He got in the car and we both buckled up.
   "I found a divorce lawyer. After what you told me about your
mother, I picked a gay lawyer. He was excited about handling the
case and seeing that you don't have to.do what your mother wants.
We are going to go see him, now."
   Dad's phone rang. He pulled it out.
   "It's your mother, again."
   I sighed.
   "Hello," Dad said. "No. I don't want him to.No.Listen, I am
thoroughly and completely sick of you.I want a
divorce.No.No.No.I'm serious.I don't care.No, I don't.It doesn't
matter what you believe or think. I stopped caring several years
ago.No.No.I've had it up to here.Tony is going to live with
me.Yes. We'll see."
   I sighed and Dad patted my leg. He kept talking and I looked
out the window. Mom had made things easier by going off the deep
end, but I still felt lousy. Dad started up the car, still
talking. I pulled out my phone and looked at the pictures of
Dad's dick. They cheered me up. Dad reached over and tapped my
phone. I looked at him and he was grinning at me. He had put his
phone away.
   "I needed cheering up," I said to him.
   He laughed.
   "Did it help?"
   "Oh, yeah!"
   I looked at Dad's crotch and saw he was getting an erection.
   "Which photo is your favorite?" he asked me.
   I showed him the one I liked best.
   "I've been looking at the pictures all day."
   Dad grinned.
   "You have?"
   "Yes. I'm afraid I'm going to love your dick more than I love
you. I feel weird."
   "Don't worry about it. I know you need it. It just means you
need it badly, and that is even better, as far as I'm concerned."
   "But I'm in love with it, like it's a person!"
   I showed him the picture of his cock, again.
   "See how pretty he is?"
   Dad laughed.
   "What other men have you fantasized about?" he asked me.
   "Well, no one I could name. I have a few pictures of men who
look a little like you."
   "But it's about me," Dad said. "You like them because they
remind you of me."
   "Yeah. You have always been my idea of the sexiest man alive.
Let's face it, who else would I think about when I was eating
your cold sperm off hand towels?"
   He grinned.
   "Do you think about women when you jack off?"
   "Sometimes. There's a woman at work."
   I found myself getting angry. I tried to hide it, but Dad
said, "I can see you don't like that. Well, usually I think about
when I was in Sicily-watching Uncle Tony get fucked and getting
sucked in the sun between the grape vines. I've even imagined you
sucking me in the vineyard."
   Dad laughed.
   "I made you happy, again."
   "It does sound nice."
   "We will do it, someday. I never told anyone this, but for
years, I planned to move back to Sicily to be with them. I wanted
to be one of the men who made my uncle happy-twice a day. Uncle
Tony loved my cock, too, and he didn't pretend he didn't. He was
always groping me when no one was looking. It made me feel like a
man. It made me very happy that he loved it so much. I feel the
same way about you."
   "Why didn't you move?"
   "I met your mother in college."
   "Oh. Is Uncle Tony still alive?"
   "Yes. He is only twelve years older than me. He was my
grandfather's youngest child."
   "Do you ever think about going back?" I asked him.
   "Every time I jack off. So constantly. Would you like to meet
him?"
   "I would. Maybe I could suck him while you fuck him."
   Dad groaned.
   "Do you think he would like that?" I asked.
   "He would love it. But would you like that? You wouldn't be
jealous?"
   I thought about it. It seemed silly to be jealous about a
relative. I didn't think Dad would leave me to be with his uncle.
   "Is he hairy?"
   "Yes."
   "I would like it. I don't think I would be jealous, as long
as you didn't stop having sex with me."
   Dad nodded.
   "I won't ever stop wanting you, Tony."
   "That's how I feel about you, Dad."
   "I like being needed, and you need me. The fact that you were
looking around the house for my semen proves that. It might even
be biochemical. Maybe your body needs the hormones in my spunk."
   "I do crave it."
   Dad nodded.
   "You need what I want to give you."
   "Did you ever fantasize about fucking me?"
   "Yeah. I felt guilty about it, but I did, sometimes. I did it
last night. Then I decided to stop fantasizing and do something
about it."
   He sighed.
   "What is it?"
   "I feel guilty about how glad I am you are gay. I almost
cheered when you told us. It was a struggle to keep from
grinning. I'm really ashamed to say that I've always hoped you
would need me the way Uncle Tony needed his father. I've been
hoping that for your whole life. I'm afraid I am still thinking
more about me having sex than about what is best for you."
   "Staying safe and healthy and having a lot of sex sounds best
for me."
   Dad slowly nodded his head.
   "And I didn't make you gay," he added.
   "Nope. Your choice was watching me have sex with other
men-well, not watching."
   Dad laughed.
   "No?"
   "Or doing it, yourself. I'm so glad it's going to be you. I
don't think I would like getting fucked by a condom."
   "I can understand that. I've never been fond of them. They
are usually necessary, but that doesn't mean I like them,
either."
   We got on the freeway.
   "Tony, I don't want you announcing to anyone else that you
are gay."
   "OK. Why?"
   "Because you are going to be living with me. I don't want
anyone suspecting anything."
   "Yeah. I didn't think of that. Should I still tell Mom I was
wrong?"
   "No. We are going to use that to make sure I get custody of
you. But don't tell anyone who might wonder about us."
   I nodded.
   "I won't tell anyone. I can just say I don't have much
interest in women or men."
   Dad nodded.
   "That sounds good."
   We pulled up in front of a large building. We parked and went
inside the building. The lawyer greeted us as we got off the
elevator on his floor. His name was Dan Brown. For some reason, I
assumed a gay lawyer would be young. But Dan looked like he was
in his fifties. We went into his office. Dad summarized why he
had been thinking about a divorce and how Mom reacted when I told
them I was gay. I told the lawyer she wanted me to go to a
psychologist that specialized in reparative therapy. His
expression made me smile.
   "Well, we are going to make sure you get custody and that she
pays child support," Dan said, when we finished.
   "I don't need her help," Dad said.
   "Do you think she would say the same thing if she got
custody?"
   "Probably not," Dad said.
   "She sounds very self-absorbed. Normally, people like that
try to get as much as they can in situations like this. She would
think she deserved it. She might think of it as a kind of
revenge, too. But she is at fault here. Most men would have
divorced her long ago."
   Dad nodded.
   "Will it be hard to get custody?"
   "Not with her trying to ungay your son against his will and
yours."
   Dad nodded. Dan looked at me.
   "You are lucky to have such an understanding father. Mine
took decades to come around."
   "I know I'm lucky, sir," I said.
   He grinned.
   "I'd rather be 'dude'," Dan said. "It sounds younger than
'sir'."
   Dad and I laughed.
   Dad asked whether it was legal to keep me away from her until
he got custody.
   "Do you have somewhere else to live?"
   "Not yet. I thought we would get a hotel room until I find us
an apartment."
   "Since you are going to raise Tony, I think you should get
the house."
   "It sounds simpler to move than to try to evict her."
   The lawyer nodded.
   "I will get the custody case expedited. Meanwhile, you have a
good reason for keeping him away. If she objects to it, your
position is easily defensible. Tony is old enough that his wishes
will be taken into account."
   Dad nodded.
   We spent around an hour more with the lawyer, with Dad
signing forms and answering questions. The lawyer asked me
questions about Mom, but mostly, I sat there wishing it was over.
I pulled out my phone and played a game on it.
   Finally, it was time to leave. We walked to the car.
   "That went much better than I thought it would," Dad said.
   "Oh, good!"
   Dad pulled out his phone.
   "You mother has called nine times."
   "Oh."
   We got in the car. Dad started it up and drove about fifty
feet.
   "We're home!" he said.
   I laughed. There was a hotel next to the lawyer's building.
The sign said 'Extended Stay Suites'. That sounded like what we
needed.
   We walked in and Dad got a room with two beds. I hoped he was
still going to let me sleep with him. But I wasn't sure if it was
a good idea in a hotel. Would anyone be able to tell we were
sleeping in one bed?
   "I'm going to the house to get some of our things," Dad said.
"Your mother might be there. Do you want to come with me?"
   "No. I don't want to argue with Mom."
   Dad nodded.
   "I'll get some of your clothes. What else?"
   "Hmm. My laptop, my cellphone charger-it's next to my
laptop." I tried to think. "Clothes. Oh! My toothbrush." I
thought some more. "I can't think of anything else."
   "Where is your swimsuit?" Dad asked.
   "Bottom drawer, with my underwear."
   "I'll call you when I get there. You can let me know if you
think of anything else."
   I nodded.
   Dad hugged me. I put my hand on his crotch and felt him
stiffen. He closed his eyes and sighed. I rubbed his lump.
   "There's something else I need, Dad."
   He sighed, again.
   "I know, son. I'll give it to you when I get back. And I am
going to spend the rest of my life giving it to you. No more
hunting for dirty hand towels."
   I smiled.
   "I want you to think about your uncle Tony. I know he's
lonely. I get emails from him, occasionally."
   "Oh, Dad. That is sad."
   Dad nodded.
   "Do you think you might like to suck him while I fuck you?"
   I groaned.
   "But you need to be certain you are willing to share me. If
you are going to get mad when I fuck him, we won't be doing him
any favors."
   That was true. But how would I know until it happened?
   "I'll think about it."
   Dad nodded. Then he kissed me. It was brief, but it was on
the lips. He gave me a key card and then left. I lay down on one
of the beds.
   I felt weird. I was scared, ecstatic, and worried, all at the
same time. I was afraid of what Mom would do and I also missed
her. The lawyer didn't seem to think I could be forced to return
home, but could I count on that? What if the custody judge was a
fundamentalist Christian? Would I ever have a normal conversation
with Mom again? What would she tell my friends? Should I call
them? If I did, what would I say? I decided to avoid thinking
about that.
   I pulled my phone out. I looked at photos I had of Dad's
family. Uncle Tony was in one of the photos. Uncle Tony's arm was
around Dad in the picture. I realized the picture had to be from
when Dad went there on that vacation. Dad and Uncle Tony both had
big smiles on their faces. Had Uncle Tony just sucked Dad? I
looked at my great-grandfather. He was smiling. Had he just
fucked his son? He was attractive, and knowing he would have
loved to fuck me, made my dick really hard. I wondered if my own
grandfather would fuck me. I doubted it, though. He was a very
strict man. I avoided visiting my grandparents, when I could. I
looked at Uncle Tony. He was handsome. I wondered if he had ever
wanted to fuck anyone. I wondered if he would enjoy fucking me.
Maybe Dad could fuck him while he was doing it. He was young in
the photo. He would have been twenty-five. Dad was thirty-seven,
so Uncle Tony was forty-nine. I wondered if he was even more
attractive now, with a little gray hair on the sides of his head.
Uncle Tony had made his father and my father happy. Was anyone
making him happy?
   My phone rang. It was Dad.
   "Your mother is here," he said.
   I didn't need him to tell me that. I could hear her
screaming.
   "Did you think of anything else you need?"
   "No."
   "I'll be leaving in a few minutes."
   "OK."
   Dad hung up.
   I waited for twenty minutes, and he still wasn't back. I
decided to go look for a soft drink. I found a machine at the end
of the building. I got a candy bar, too. I stood on the balcony
in front of our room. I noticed a man driving slowly, looking at
me. I drank my soda. A minute later, the same car drove by in the
opposite direction. I saw the guy lean over in the car to look at
me. I couldn't figure out what he was looking at. I looked down
at me to see if I had spilled something on myself. I didn't see
anything. A minute later, he drove by again. I freaked out and
went inside our room. I locked the door and also the deadbolt.
What did that man want? I wondered. I didn't look like someone
who would have much money on them. I lay back down on the bed and
turned on the TV.
   I heard a knock at the door. At first I thought it was Dad,
but he had a key. I opened the door and it was the man from the
car. I slammed the door and locked it.
   "Go away!"
   "I have money," he said in a sing-song way that gave me the
creeps.
   I didn't know what to say. Then I wondered. Did he think I
wanted to buy or sell drugs? I wished Dad would get back.
   I sat on the bed, nervously. I didn't know if he was still at
the door, or not. I calmed down slowly. Dad had been gone an
hour. I worried that something had gone wrong. Then I realized he
was telling Mom he wanted a divorce. That would take time. I
sighed and looked at the TV. There wasn't anything on.
   After another hour, Dad called.
   "I'm leaving now."
   "Promise?"
   "I'm sorry it took so long, but I had a long, unpleasant talk
with your mother."
   "There was a weird guy who knocked on the door."
   "What? Weird how? Are you all right?"
   "Yes. I was on the balcony looking at the street. He kept
driving by. I went into the room and heard a knock on the door. I
opened it and it was him.
   "What happened?"
   "I slammed the door shut and locked it. He called out that he
had money."
   Dad sighed.
   "I guess he thought you were a prostitute."
   I was shocked. Did I look like a prostitute?
   "Me?"
   "Were you wiggling your butt at the street?"
   I burst out laughing.
   "Was that what I did wrong?" I asked.
   "I don't know, but don't open the door, again."
   "OK."
   Dad got there about twenty minutes later. I looked at the
parking lot. Whoever that guy had been, he was gone. He was
carrying some of my clothes. I took them from him and put them on
one of the beds.
   "Did he come back after I spoke to you?"
   "No, Dad."
   "I'll unload the car by myself, just in case.
   I took the clothes on hangars and hung them up in the closet.
Then I put some of the other things in drawers. Dad walked back
in with more. He put them on the other bed.
   "How did it go with Mom?"
   "Really well. She apologized for being a bitch and begged
your forgiveness," Dad said.
   I frowned at him.
   "Are you sure you talked to my mother?" I asked him.
   He laughed.
   "Maybe that was it. It was a neighbor!"
   I laughed.
   "It was awful. She had no idea I was unhappy, despite all the
arguments. 'It really bothered you that we haven't had sex
lately', she said. It's been ten months! I said. 'So that's what
this is all about', she said. I got tired of talking to her. I
told her to call me when she had a divorce lawyer. Until then I
didn't want to talk to her. 'Well Tony has an appointment with a
psychologist. I expect you to take him', she said. I told her
what I thought about her psychologist and what Dan Brown said. He
called me, again, by the way. He spoke to Lambda Legal and they
are going to help us, too. They want to get involved, so now we
have a team of lawyers."
   I was so relieved, and I said so.
   Dad went back to the car for more things. He had brought in
some of his clothes. I hung them up in the closet, and then
finished putting my things away. Dad brought a box with some of
my things.
   "Do you think Uncle Tony would like to fuck me?" I asked him.
   Dad looked surprised.
   "I don't know. Is that something you would like?"
   "I was thinking that it was a shame no one was taking care of
his dick."
   "He may have someone by now. But why don't you ask him? I
will give you his email address."
   "I was looking at a picture of all of you in Sicily. Your
grandfather was hot!"
   Dad chuckled.
   "He was. And according to Uncle Tony, his sperm was
delicious. I took his word for it."
   "I bet yours is better," I said.
   Dad grinned.
   "Uncle Tony sure liked it."
   "I do, too. I want some, Daddy."
   "Let's get the car unloaded. Then I will give you what you
need."
   I grinned and he chuckled. He put his arms around me.
   "Suddenly, my life is perfect, and it is all because of my
beautiful son."
   I sighed and rested my head on his chest. He kissed the top
of my head. He pulled away.
   "I left the car door open."
   "Oh."
   I let go and he went out for more things.
   I set up my laptop. I climbed under the desk to plug it in. I
plugged in the cell phone charger, too. I stood and looked at
myself in the mirror. Did I look like a prostitute? My shorts
were kind of short, and I was wearing a tank top. Maybe I did.
   I decided to go downstairs and help Dad. He was just closing
the back door of the car.
   "The toiletries are in the trunk. Grab the keys. They are in
my hand. I got the keys and opened the trunk. Dad took the things
he was carrying up to our room. Actually, it was an apartment. It
wasn't like the hotel or motel rooms I'd seen.
   I grabbed a suitcase and a brown paper bag with stuff in it.
I closed the trunk and carried them up. I passed Dad on the
stairs. I walked into the bathroom and put the toiletries away.
When I was putting Dad's razor on the sink, I wondered if he
would let me shave him. I had been wanting to do that for a
while, but I didn't want him to think I was weird to want to be
so intimate with him. I didn't need to worry about that anymore.
   Dad walked into the bathroom. He stood behind me. I was
shocked, but happy when he rubbed his crotch on my butt.
   "Can I shave you in the morning?"
   "Do you want to?"
   "Yes. Very much."
   I saw him smile in the mirror.
   "That will be nice, son."
   I smiled at him.
   "Are you going to start dating women, after the divorce?"
   He looked surprised. He thought for a minute.
   "I don't suppose I will. If you are as horny as I am, you are
going to want a lot of sex with me." I nodded. "How often do you
think you will want me?"
   "Is constantly too much?"
   He laughed, and so did I.
   "No. Constant sex sounds about right, to me. If I went out
with a woman, I would be impotent, due to too much sex. So, no.
Not unless we stop having sex."
   I gulped.
   "Do you think we might stop?" I asked him.
   "You might meet someone your own age."
   "I only want you, and maybe Uncle Tony. He's even older than
you. It's you I need, Dad."
   Dad nodded.
   "Why look for someone if I know I will be having sex with you
whenever I want?"
   "I guess you won't. Actually, I would be disappointed if I
found out you needed more than I could give you. But we will
definitely get in touch with my uncle. I feel I owe him, and if
you are willing to have sex with him, I will feel like I am
repaying him for what he did for me."
   "I'm not just willing."
   "You mean you definitely want to have sex with him?"
   "Yes, Daddy. I would love to have one of you in my mouth and
the other in my rear."
   Dad grinned.
   "Good. I'm glad. I would enjoy that, too."
   I turned around and Dad took me in his arms.
   "I love you, Daddy."
   "I love you, son."
   Dad was hard. I rubbed his erection through his pants.
   "Take it out and get what you need, Tony. Or maybe we should
shower first. I've been sweating like a pig."
   Did pigs sweat? I wondered.
   "Yeah. I think that is a better plan."
   Dad started undressing. I stood there.
   "Get undressed," he said.
   I grinned and pulled my clothes off. We were both hard. I
looked at Dad from head to toe.
   He chuckled.
   "You are looking at me like I'm an ice cream cone."
   "I do want to lick you."
   "If you need to do it, I won't stop you."
   I hugged him.
   "I love you so much, Dad. I doubt there are many fathers who
would do this for their sons."
   Dad sighed.
   "Tony, I'm not just doing it for you. I have needs, too.
Giving you want you need, gives me what I need. I need a lot of
sex. As you can see, my cock doesn't mind that you are my son. He
may even prefer it. I don't know if that is because I know you
want it so much, or because it is incest, but for whatever
reason, my cock is as hard as it has ever been."
   "Me, too. But you've always made my cock hard."
   Dad grinned and shook his head.
   Dad turned the water on in the tub. I admired his hairy butt.
His balls hung between his legs. I reached out and held them. He
turned his head back and grinned at me.
   Dad climbed into the tub and I joined him. He took me in his
arms and kissed me. I felt his tongue on my lips. I opened my
mouth and he thrust his tongue into my mouth. I groaned as we
kissed. Dad took my hand and placed it on his cock. I wrapped my
hand around it. Dad took my wrist and started moving it. I got
the idea and stroked him, while we kissed. Dad pulled away. I was
breathless as I looked at his wet body, with the black hair
plastered against his skin. I looked at his erection. It was the
perfect penis. I was sure of it. It looked like it was about
seven inches long. The foreskin was pulled back, revealing the
head. It had a slight bend to the left.
   "I love it," I said.
   "Good. I want you to, Tony. I need your need for it. Whenever
you need it or want it, just take it out. You don't need to ask.
Just unzip my pants and take it out. I promise I will be glad."
   "I will. I want to make you come all the time, Daddy."
   "Then do it. Make me come. All the time. I want to find out
if I can come three times a day. To do that, you will need to
spend a lot of time with it. But I can't think of a better way to
spend time."
   "Neither can I, Daddy."
   Dad picked up a bottle of body wash. He squirted some on his
fingers.
   "Turn around. Face away from me."
   I did. I felt his soapy fingers on my ass. He pushed two of
them inside me. I forced myself not to scream. It hurt.
   "You are trembling. I was afraid of that."
   He pulled his fingers out of me.
   "Are you stopping?"
   "I don't want to hurt you. We will stretch your butt slowly."
   "Oh. OK."
   I took the body wash and got some on my hands. I began
rubbing Dad's arms.
   "That feels really nice."
   "I agree!" I said.
   I worked my way up to his shoulder. He lifted his arm and I
wiped his underarm. Then I moved to his other arm. Once I'd done
it, I washed his shoulders, and then his chest. He turned around
so I could wash his back.
   "Can I do this every day?"
   "If you want. Are you enjoying it?"
   "I am. I love touching you."
   Dad sighed.
   He grabbed my hand while I was enthusiastically washing his
cock.
   "Sorry!"
   "Don't ever apologize for giving me an orgasm. I just want to
save it for later. I'm hoping we will spend the whole evening
having sex."
   "That sounds wonderful!"
   "It does to me, too."
   Finally, he was finished. He washed me. We rinsed and dried
each other.
   My stomach growled.
   Dad laughed.
   "I think you might be hungry."
   "I am!"
   "Why don't you cook something for us," he suggested.
   I stared at him. The only food in the room was an empty candy
bar wrapper.
   "I'm kidding!"
   "Oh, good! If you want me to cook, we need to go to the
grocery store."
   "Let's hold off on that. We don't know how long we will be
here. We can eat out for a few days."
   I grinned at him. "That means no dishes to wash!"
   He chuckled.
   We got dressed and went to a restaurant. Dad looked very
happy. I know I was. After we ate, Dad pulled into an adult video
store parking lot.
   "I need to get lube. Wait here. Keep the doors locked."
   "OK."
   He went inside. My eyes almost bugged out when I saw the guy
from earlier walk out of the store. He didn't see me. I ducked,
so he wouldn't. I kept my head down for several minutes. I
wondered how it was possible that I ran into him, again. But he
was horny, and that place was where horny men went. Maybe it
wasn't so unlikely. I looked up and saw his car pull out onto the
street. I sat up. Dad came out of the store carrying a plastic
bag. He got in the car. He handed it to me. I looked inside while
he started up the car. I saw the lube. Then I pulled out a set of
what it called anal dilators. There were three; small, medium,
and large. There was also an unmarked CD or DVD.
   "Those are to stretch you out."
   "Oh, great! Thanks, Dad!"
   He chuckled.
   "I should be thanking you, Tony!"
   Dad started up the car and we drove to the motel.
   "What is on the disc?"
   Dad turned to me and grinned.
   "I asked the clerk if they had any incest porn."
   I was shocked.
   "He asked what kind. I said father and son."
   "Wow, Dad!"
   "He had this. It cost forty dollars. I hope it's good."
   "I would love to have a video of us having sex," I said.
   He nodded.
   "We can, but let's wait. I don't want to take any chances of
any kind until I have custody of you."
   I nodded.
   "Are we going to sleep in the same bed?" I asked.
   "You said you wanted to."
   "I know, but do you?"
   "Sure!"
   He took my hand and placed it on his crotch. I rubbed his
erection.
   "Anything you would do with a male lover, I want to do with
you, Tony. Otherwise, I am not meeting all your needs. I know you
need my cock, but you also need romance in your life. Everyone
does. I'm going to give you that, too."
   "Oh, Dad! I love you so much."
   "I love you just as much. We are going to do romantic things,
like cuddling and kissing."
   "Will I be like your wife?"
   "If you want. My Uncle Tony liked to think of himself being
his father's wife."
   "I like the idea, too. It will make me feel more like your
lover, than your son."
   Dad nodded.
   "I feel a little guilty about initiating things. Like when I
put your hand on my cock, just now."
   "I feel the same way. I wanted to grope you, but I wasn't
sure what you would say. Do you want me to initiate things?"
   "If you feel like it, yes."
   "OK. I will."
   My phone rang. I pulled it out. It was Mom.
   "Should I talk to her?"
   "I guess it's a good idea."
   "Hi, Mom."
   I put the phone on speaker.
   "Tony, I really think you should at least meet the
psychologist. Listen to what he has to say. If you still don't
want therapy, after you speak to him, I won't push you."
   "Oh, Mom. You aren't ever going to be happy about me being
gay. That is what this is all about. You want me to be a
different person than I am--the boy you approve of. I want to be
myself and Dad loves me the way I am. That means he loves me more
than you do."
   Dad gave me a thumbs up sign.
   "I want you to change because it's sinful, not because I
don't love you."
   "Well, I disagree, and so does Dad. What sin have I
committed? You just don't like the person I am."
   "That is not true!"
   "I am gay, Mom, and you don't like it. It is obvious. I can
live with you and change or I can live with Dad and be the person
I have always been."
   "Oh, Tony," Mom said. "I really wish you didn't think of it
that way. It's more like a bad habit you can break."
   "Could a psychologist make you desire women?"
   Dad made a motion across his throat. I guessed he meant get
off the phone.
   "I have to go, Mom."
   She sighed and I hung up.
   "You don't want to convince her not to send you to the
therapist. You especially don't want to convince her that it is
OK for you to be gay."
   "Oh, yeah. I didn't think about that."
   "You are making my dick panic. He has plans."
   I burst out laughing.
   I rubbed him.
   "I'm sorry, big guy," I said to Dad's crotch. I looked up at
Dad. "He's stiffening, so I think he has forgiven me."
   Dad grinned at me.


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