Date: Fri, 21 Jun 2013 06:34:37 -0700 (PDT)
From: Henry Brooks <hankster1430@bellsouth.net>
Subject: Not Your Typical Father Chapt. Four

                        Not Your Typical Father
                              Part Four

Tom was honing his skills by fucking me, when we heard my dad come home
with a trick.  We had anticipated this, and our door was securely closed.
Dad looked in on me when the client left, and saw me wrapped up in Tom's
strong arms.  I waved to him.  He smiled, closed the door, and went to
sleep.

When Tom and I left for school in the morning, it was my dad who was sound
asleep.  The phone rang several times before he awakened sufficiently to
answer it.

"Hello," he mumbled.

"Mike, it's Nick.  I took a personal day off.  Please can I come over?  I
need desperately to talk to you."

"Honey, you can come over any time during the day.  Just call first if you
want to come over in the evening."

"I'm right outside.  I'll be up in a sec."

Dad ran to unlock the door and Nick rushed in.  They fell into each other's
arms.  Dad was naked, and he pulled Nick into the bedroom.  They made
desperate love to each other, until finally they needed to rest.

"What was the urgent matter you needed to talk to me about?" Dad asked.

"Us."

"Nicky honey, I love you to pieces, but we have no future together."

"That's not true.  I can't accept that.  We have to find a way, and I've
been giving it a lot of thought."

"Talk," Dad said.

"First of all, I love my children.  They will always be in my life, just as
Brad is in yours, but I don't love my wife. I never did.  I would leave her
in a heart beat for you."  Dad's heart did indeed skip a beat when he heard
that.  He was at a loss for words so Nick continued.

"It kills me to think of you in the arms of another man, except for Brad of
course.  I want you to quit and get a real job.  I promise to give you more
sex than you can handle."

"What would I do?"

"You told me that you were a whiz with electronics.  I have a friend who
owns a Radio Shack franchise.  He told me that he's always looking for good
help.  He said that he would like to interview you today."

"Wow, that's quick.  Brad suggested I do something like that, and then go
to one of the trade schools and study something technical.  I never
finished high school, but I don't think the technical schools care."

"Would you do it Mike?  Would you do it for me?

"I'd go to hell for you."

"Then let's get dressed and I'll take you to my friend's store."

When I came home Nick and Dad were sitting at the kitchen table having a
cup of coffee.  I kissed them both a little too passionately for a son, but
I didn't care.  I was in love with Tom, and by extension, I was in love
with the whole world at this moment.  I poured myself a glass of milk and
sat down with them.  They were smiling like two Cheshire cats.

"What's going on?" I asked.

Dad grabbed my hands in his big paws.  "I've got a job, Brad, a real job.
I won't make as much as we did on the streets, but we'll get by.  I'm going
to finish high school on line, and at the same time go to one of those tech
schools like you suggested, and things will get better, I promise."

I was too stunned to say anything.  My brain was too busy processing
everything he had just told me.  Nick decided that my silence was a good
time for him to start talking.

"I'm leaving my wife, Brad.  I'm not in a happy position.  After meeting
your father, I looked in the mirror the next morning, and I said to myself,
`you're a really good guy, Nick, and you deserve to be happy the rest of
your life.'  I'm moving in with you and your dad.  Will you give us your
blessing Brad?"

It was beginning to sink in, and I jumped out of my seat.  "Group hug," I
cried.  The three of us hugged so tightly it's a miracle that no bones were
broken.

After we settled down, I told them what had transpired between Tom and me.
Both of them grew angry at Tom's father, Jim.

"The hypocritical bastard," Dad said.  "He's willing to suck a prostitute's
cock, but not let his own son sleep with one.  I can't wait until Tom comes
into his inheritance and tells the bastard off."

"What'll you do if he calls requesting our services again?" I asked.

"I'm not sure what I'll do, but I can tell you he's in for one hell of a
surprise."

Tom had to go home to Long Island for Thanksgiving and Christmas.  Nick
moved in between the two holidays.  He had his two kids every other
weekend.  They were as cute and adorable as I knew they would be.  Nick,
Jr. was five and Janie was three.  I gave up my bedroom for them when they
were with us, and I slept in my father's bed with him and Nick.

I must honestly say that during those weekends, I tried to avoid sex with
them, but it was impossible, and the three of us had the same fun as the
first night Nick had "visited" us.  Other than those weekends, I
entertained Tom in my room, and Nick and Dad carried on their business in
their room.

It was wonderful to have my dad home so much more in the evening, but his
hours were still erratic, as were Nick's.  Sometimes he opened the shop and
was home for dinner.  Other times, he had the late shift, and came home
about 10 PM.  The same was true for Nick.  Sometimes he left before dawn,
and other times he left at noon and came home quite late.  Of course their
early and late nights never seemed to coincide, but that didn't seem to
matter to either of them.  They were extremely happy with their lives.

I didn't want Tom's studies to suffer or for his father to find out about
us, so I told him he could only visit me weekends, every other weekend at
that.  Of course, he objected vehemently, and occasionally I let him come
over one evening during the week.  I'm just an old softy.

The years flew by rapidly.  Suddenly I was a sophomore at UB and Tom was a
senior.  He had come into his inheritance, but I made him invest every
penny, and not spend any of it.  We kept our relationship a secret, and his
dad paid for his education.  Speaking of his dad, he never did call for our
services, nor did any of the friends he promised us.  Maybe they looked for
us on the streets and couldn't find us.  Or maybe he didn't call because of
what Tommy had told him about the two of us.  It doesn't matter.

Tom had majored in accounting, and he got a good job in Buffalo before his
graduation.  His father was chagrined that he would not be returning to New
York, but he was happy that his son was on his way to a promising career.
I attended Tom's graduation and afterward, he introduced me to his father.
We expected the worst, but either his father did not recognize or remember
me, or he chose to remain silent.

I told him that I was majoring in finance also, and our long term goal was
for Tom and me to have our own CPA firm some day.  He actually seemed
pleased, took us out to dinner, and after dinner, he took a cab to the
airport.  Tom and I went back to our new one bedroom apartment right next
door to Nick and my dad.

We celebrated Tom's graduation and his new job in a very big way.  I
wouldn't let him do a thing.  My present to him was for me to do all the
work and let him lie back and enjoy.  I gave him a long and very sensuous
trip around the world, and then I sucked him.  I followed that by rimming
him.  That almost got him off, but I stopped just in time, and he was able
to hold back.

Finally I greased his cock really good, and greased my asshole even gooier.
I straddled him, lined up his prick with my hole, and sat down very slowly
until he was fully engorged inside of me.  I just sat like that, not
moving, letting him enjoy the moment.  I looked down at him and smiled, but
my smile froze when I saw Tom crying.

"What's the matter, love?  Did I hurt you?  I never intended..."

"Oh shut up.  You could never hurt me.  You make me so damned happy, I
can't help myself.  I'm crying for joy."

Suddenly he thrust his body up and we started to pump rhythmically.  It was
sheer euphoria, this dance of love.  I began to savor every second of our
moment in paradise.  I was sure that it could not get any better.  I felt
myself cumming even before Tom.  As I shot onto Tom's chest, my body
started to spasm.  My asshole contracted and Tom started to wail.  I felt
his essence filling me up, and now I cried, thanking God for my good
fortune and asking him to bless Tom forever.

Meanwhile, next door, Nick had just come home from work.  My dad had made
him a fine dinner of barbequed chicken breasts and roasted potatoes.  The
two men began to kiss.  Their embrace got more and more passionate.  Dinner
would have gotten cold and forgotten if Dad had not put an end to it.

They ate dinner in silence, sitting across the table from each other,
smiling, winking, and mouthing terms of endearment.  After dinner they
cleaned up, and made the kitchen ship shape.  They showered together, and
finally fell into bed, slightly damp, smelling of soap and sweet body
lotions.

In bed they twisted into a sixty-nine position.  They were both dripping a
copious amount of pre-cum, and each was licking the other dry, when the
phone rang.

"Shit," Dad said.

"Let the fucking thing ring," Nick whimpered.  But of course Dad reached
over to his bedside table and picked up the phone.

"Hello," he said into the phone, but it sounded like he was asking a
question.

"Hi, is this Mike?"

"You got that right.  I don't recognize your voice, and my phone ID says,
unknown name.  Do I know you?"

"Yes and no.  My name is Jim Roberts.  I was widowed last year, and
recently I decided to sell my house and move into a small apartment.  I was
in the process of packing, and I came across a piece of paper I thought I
had lost.  I have been searching for it for at least four years.  It just
has your first name on it and your telephone number.  I hired you one night
and paid you a thousand dollars because you let me take your son's
virginity.  Does that ring a bell?"

Bells ringing?  Yes, indeed.  They were clanging to the point that Dad's
ear drums were hurting.  He realized that he was talking to Tom's father.
He got himself together and listened to Jim as he continued.

"I'm here in Buffalo for my son's graduation.  He and his partner think
I've gone back to New York, but I'm at The Sheraton downtown.  I'll be here
for at least another week.  I was wondering if you and your son are still
in business, and if we could maybe get together?"

Dad took a deep breath and said, "I don't know how you ever got this paper
with my name and telephone number, Mr. Roberts, but my son is in college,
and I'm a foreman in a factory.  We make microchips for several large
computer manufacturers.  The only thing you have right is that I'm gay.  My
partner is a cop, and he runs in johns like you every day."  Dad enjoyed
the lie.  He was playing with Jim, and having fun.

"I'm sorry to have bothered you, and I apologize for mistaking you for a
prostitute."  Jim sounded so sad that my father took pity on him.

"Don't apologize Jim.  I've been toying with you.  You have the right
number, but time changes a lot of things.  My son and I were out of
business two or three days after we met you.  You see, we both met the
loves of our lives, and went `straight,' if you'll excuse the expression.
I'd really like to help you out, Jim.  Tomorrow is Saturday, and my partner
Nick and I are going to our favorite gay bar for a few drinks, and to
socialize.  Would you like to meet us there?  We have lots of friends we
can introduce you to.  If you hook up, you won't have to pay for it."

"You'd do that for me?" Jim asked incredulously.

"Of course.  We're old friends.  Meet us at Smiley's at 9 PM.  It's on Main
and Oak, just two blocks from the corner where we met.  Do you think you'll
recognize me?"

"Sure.  You'll be the best looking guy in the bar."

"Wait until you meet my partner, Nick.  He makes me look ugly.  You know, I
have a better idea.  Why don't you check out of your hotel and take a cab
to our place?  You can shack up in our spare bedroom.  Do you remember how
to get here?"

"I think so, but give me the address just in case.  Why are you being so
nice to a perfect stranger?"

"We are hardly strangers.  After all, as you pointed out, you took my son's
cherry.  Do you remember the eighteenth birthday present you gave your son?
Well, I had the honor of taking his cherry.  That makes us practically
family.  There are also a few things you need to discover about yourself
and about life in general.  Don't worry.  It's all good, and in the end
we'll be great pals, I promise you."

"What do you mean?" Jim asked.  He found my father's words to be very
cryptic.

"Just get over here.  You won't be sorry."  He gave Tom's father the
address and his apartment number, and hung up before Jim could ask more
questions.

Dad turned to Nick.  "How would you feel about making Tom's dad really
happy tonight?"

"As long as we are making him happy as a team, I don't mind at all.  After
all, we're family.  It should be a lot of fun."

Jim took a taxi, and was at my dad's apartment in no time.  When he came
into the apartment, Dad took his suitcase and put it in the spare bedroom.
He introduced Jim to Nick, and Jim was speechless.  When he found his
tongue, he said, "You're right Mike.  He's gorgeous."

"You're one handsome dude yourself," Nick said.  He was about to add, "It's
easy to see where Tom gets his good looks," but he stopped himself just in
time.

"Would you like a cup of coffee?" Dad asked.

"No thanks, but it's been a long day and I'm bushed.  I'd really like to
turn in."

"The bed in the guest room is all made, and there are towels and wash
cloths on it.  We only have one bathroom in the hall.  You can shower
there."

"Thanks guys.  I usually shower in the morning."

"That's fine," Nick said.  We can wait until morning to appoint you `Lucky
Pierre'. "

It took Jim a few seconds for that last remark to sink in.  His eyes lit up
and he said, "You know I think I'll shower tonight."