Date: Sun, 22 Jan 2012 19:53:21 -0500 (EST)
From: cubnblue@aol.com
Subject: Uncle Wade and Me  Chapter 14

T.W. Warren cubnblue@aol.com

This story involves sex between four males; including a father and son.
If this type of story offends you or you are under the age of consent, or
If it is illegal to read this type of material where you live, please
select another story to read.

Lastly, while some of this series is true, some parts are fictionalized
mainly because I couldn't remember every detail and obviously conversations
that went on when I was not around I write what I imagined was said or
happened. The names of people and places have been changed to protect those
involved.

I've had a lot of request recently to update the series.  Everyone wants to
know what happened after the end of the last chapter.  This is an attempt
to do that, and maybe go a little further.  If you like it and want more,
please let me know.

I awoke after an interesting evening to the faint sound of someone singing
"Shameless".  As the fog lifted from my eyes and I became coherent to what
was going on, I realized it was J.C. singing in the shower.  He actually
didn't sound bad for what I could hear.  I laughed a little at the image I
had of the big lug in cowboy boots and hat.  I heard the shower shut off
and figured I better get up and get moving.  I know sooner walked around
the bed when he bounded out the bathroom door, "Hey partner..." he paused
as he noticed I was up "I was just about to kick your ass out of the bad.
We have about an hour and a half before class starts."  Yeah I know" I
said.  I grabbed my shaving kit and headed for the bathroom wondering how
he could feel so good having drunk so much more than me and I felt just a
bit less than perfect.  I took a quick shower, shaved and walked out to get
dressed.

J.C. was sitting on the small sofa talking on the phone.  I tried not to be
nosey but heard his side of the conversation anyways as I put on my
uniform; "Yeah.  I will be home this weekend son.  No.  Son, I love you,
now let me speak to your mother."  A brief pause and J.C. looked over at me
and said "I won't be but just a minute." He then started talking to his
wife on the other end, " Now why in the hell did you tell him I had moved
out when I technically haven't yet?".  I couldn't help but feel sorry for
him, he sounded like he was hanging on to a dead horse.  "Kristy, I thought
we were going to tell him together and ease into it." He paused as he
listened "Well I guess you're already moving on and that's fine for you but
you will not make my son feel like I have abandoned him, this was your
choice, and I am fine with it if that is what you want, but we are both his
parents. ... Well I guess we will have to see what the judge says then."
He pushed the off button on his cell phone, stood up and said "and that was
the fastest my morning has ever turned to shit." He laughed, patted me on
the shoulder and said "let's get out of here."

J.C. walked towards the lobby in front of me, giving me first real
opportunity to take him all in; I had seen him before, but now I was
looking at him in a completely different way.  It was going to be a rough
week for me.  As we passed through the lobby Barton waved at us and about
tripped over his shoes to catch up with us.  "There is complimentary
breakfast in the dining area for you two officers if you'd like." I looked
at J.C. to get his reaction, but he didn't turn he just said "Maybe
tomorrow son, were picking up something on the way."  I was a bit surprised
but went with it.  Despite what J.C. had said last night I still expected
today to be awkward but he struck up a conversation with me as we climbed
in the cruiser.  "Sorry you had to hear all that shit with Kristy...fucking
bitch told Jack I had moved out and wasn't coming back.  I'll deal with
that when I get back, for the rest of this trip I'm just going to enjoy the
training, the company and the time away.  What do you say after we change
this evening you and I go grab one hell of a steak somewhere on me?"
"Sounds great" I said, "but you don't have to buy me dinner partner, you
don't owe me anything." I finished.  J.C. looked at me and then back to the
road and said "Who said anything about me owning you?  A guy can take his
buddy out for a steak once in damn while can't he?"  He sounded almost
offended so I apologetically responded "Sure you can bud."

After buzzing through Dunkin Donuts for coffee and munchkins we arrived at
the training center.  I usually avoid donut shops like the plague to keep
from filling the stereotype but it was on the way, and it did sound good.
We registered and mingled during the welcome reception with officers from
all over the region, some as far as Georgia.  I couldn't help but think
that with everyone there in uniforms from so many different jurisdictions
it looked like some scene from a gay leather video.  I was smiling at that
thought when I was tapped on the shoulder and heard from behind "Well look
at this recruit Warren is a sergeant now..." As I turned around to see who
it was the voice continued "I thought by now you would at least be a
Captain or something...going by who your Daddy is anyways."  Standing in
front of me was my former tactical training officer from the academy,
Cpl. Pat Hanson: only now he was Chief of Police in a town half way to
Tennessee from me.  He was about 5'6", and even though he had put on a few
pounds in the 15 years I had graduated, he still looked as though he would
be a force to be reckoned with.  I had always liked his classes and he had
taught me a lot about cover and concealment.  "How are you doing son?  I'm
glad to see your still around."  "you too...uh...Chief."  We talked for a
few more minutes when J.C. walked up.  I introduced them.  Chief Hanson
continued in his conversation "So how is old Lacey doing?  You know you
guys through us for a loop when he pinned your badge.  We had no idea.  You
kept a good secret."  "He's doing great Chief.  I will tell him you asked
about him."  Before he could say anything else the head trainer alerted us
that it was time to move to the classroom and start the class.  As we
walked J.C. leaned over and said "so that Lacey, he your significant
other?"  I'm sure I turned pale before I answered "not exactly.  Can we
talk about this later?" "Sure pal.  It's no big deal buddy; I told you I'm
ok with it."

The class started and neither of us said anything else about it.  The first
part of the day was long and pretty much boring, going over HOS policies
and a bunch of other crap that surely would have put a civilian to sleep.
Finally lunch came and we broke for lunch.  We grabbed something light,
insuring we had enough room for a big dinner tonight, and that we wouldn't
fall asleep from being over stuffed in the afternoon.  The afternoon
session was a little more interesting and it went by faster.  We headed
back to the hotel.

We arrived back at the hotel and changed from uniforms into civilian
clothes.  I sat on the couch and J.C. lay back on the freshly made bed and
yawned "Fuck that was one long day."  "I hope the rest of the week is
better" I countered.  He sat up and said "I didn't mean to pry earlier,
asking about Lacey.  I just figured you know quite a bit about me now that
you would feel comfortable sharing with me."  I told him it was no problem.
I took a moment to choose my words, not to freak him out or anything.  I
mean it was one thing for me to be gay, but another to have had a sexual
relationship with my father was an entirely different animal.  Sure I
didn't have to tell him that part, but I liked him, and not living that far
away, we may have a chance at being friends.  "It's not as simple as him
being my significant other J.C., and frankly I don't know if you want to
know all this about me. "  He spoke up "What a minute...Lacey...isn't that
the name of the officer whose office you were in when I picked you up?
What's he like an cousin or something?"  "You sure you don't want to eat
and have a few drinks before we start these conversations J.C?" I
said. "Buddy, stop making such a big deal out of it, it can't be that bad,
I mean we're from North Carolina, it's not like its un heard of for
relatives to shack up, this aint no different."

I poured myself a shot of the whisky, took it back and began to tell him
"Lacey was my training sergeant in the academy.  We had an affair, I guess
that's what you would call it." Before I could get the rest out of the
details J.C. piped in, "That's all?"  I continued before he could get in
another word , "We found out the week of graduation that he was my birth
father."  I looked at J.C. and could tell the color had left his face and I
thought I should explain so I told him about my parents and ending up in
Wade's care, although I did not go into any details about Wade and Bill, I
figured that stuff, at least at this point was a non issue.  I also knew
that if he was going to be a friend, and he handled the news I just gave
him, he would be able to handle it in the future.

J.C. stood up and walked over, sat down beside me and poured himself a
shot.  "Damn buddy.  I bet that was a shocker to you, but it's not your
fault; it's over and done with now though. You guys must have been able to
work everything out though; I mean to be able to work together."  I laughed
and said "Yeah we worked things out.  We live together, and it took a lot
of time to develop exactly what our relationship was."  This apparently
puzzled J.C. because he asked "and what is...it?"  I chose my words
carefully but I explained "Brian is my best friend.  We have a bond that
transcends the normal father and son roles.  I don't know how to explain it
any better than that."  J.C. looked up at me and asked "So are you saying
you still have sex with him?"  Still? I thought to myself.  While it had
happened from time to time over the years, it really had been years since I
had been intimate with any of the guys other than Bill, and even that was
infrequent.  We had a unique kinship with each other most people did not
understand.  Gay friends thought we had sex all the time, that our house
was a virtual orgy.  In the beginning that thought was not that far off,
but as with any relationship once you're comfortable with each other it
dies down.  We had our own rooms, our own lives.  We continued to live
together because of our bond, not the sex; because we could count on each
other, understood each other.

"We did have sex after we found out, but it has been a long, long time
since that has happened.  It's hard once you have been intimate with
someone to forget that intimacy, especially when there is...passion.  J.C.,
I know this is a lot for you to handle, but I believe in being honest with
my friends and I hope that we are friends."  J.C. gave a half laugh and
spoke up "Well, what the fuck you gonna do pal?  You live the life that's
dealt ya.  You can't change anything you just have to deal with it the best
you can." He gave me a fist bump to my shoulder and said "We're good bud.
I guess I can handle that. Let's grab some chow and a few drinks."

We went to dinner and stopped by the hotel bar on the way back, not wanting
to be stuck in the room for a few hours.  We were not the only officers
staying there apparently; looking around we both commented on the tale-tale
signs of being an police officer, the traits and habits that Brian taught
me to avoid.  It became a game almost, "Yeah, the one at the end of the
bar, fanny pack on left" then "the one over in the corner, look how he's
resting his hands above his belt line."

Our conversation covered a gamut of topics, but never went back to Brian.
It did however occasionally reach the subject of sexuality, as it does with
any group of guys. "So, your totally gay?  You don't like pussy at all?"
J.C. asked "Nope.  I don't mind seeing it.  I love straight porn, but I
think it's more because I like to watch guys fuck than it is the pussy" He
laughed and said "You know straight guys are the same way, at least if they
are being truthful, it's not really the pussy I watch, it's the action."  I
thought to myself that J.C. wasn't exactly straight, but I knew what he was
saying was true too.  "You're not the first to tell me that."  I commented.
J.C. started getting philosophical, telling me he was feeling no pain he
started "You know, I guess all sex is like that.  I mean, I obviously like
having sex with a woman or else I wouldn't have Jack, but having guy suck
my prick is fucking exciting too.  Maybe sexually it doesn't matter.  What
I am saying is, sex and love are two different things."  I agreed whole
heartedly "Your right.  I totally get that."

We finished our drinks and went back to the room and prepare for another
day.  We both pretty much crashed in bed as soon as we got back to the
room.  Although I had earlier been stressed about what telling someone my
dark secret would mean, I now felt comfortable in my decision.  I also
wondered if there would ever be another moment with J.C. and if I really
wanted that or just to be friends.  As I drifted to sleep I started to
realize that there might be something more I wanted from J.C. and I would
have to come to terms with only being his friend.

I slept like a log but awoke early.  J.C. was still asleep and could be so
for another hour.  My mind was immediately thinking about him, and having
him right there in bed wasn't helping.  I quietly got up, changed into my
gym gear and decided to go for a quick run, to get my mind off things.  I
ran what I thought to be about 3 miles and turned back to the hotel.  When
I arrived back in the room J.C. was already in the shower so I took the
opportunity to give Bill a call.  Over the years Bill had become my
confidant and my voice of reason.  Although none of the guys would ever
judge me for anything, Bill and I had a special bond, kind of like a big
brother.

"Good morning pal" Bill chimed picking up the phone.  "Hey Bill.  Just
thought I would let you know that the training was going ok."  "But what?"
Bill asked, detecting my abruptness and less than enthusiastic demeanor.  I
sighed heavy and began to fill him in on the past two days.  "Well sport,
it sounds like you got a lot going on there.  But I think you need to ask
yourself if the problem really is what you have done and told to him, or
what you're feeling."  "What?  I'm not in love or anything."  I said in a
tone I am sure Bill detected as a bit pissed off.  "I'm not saying you are
bud, although there wouldn't be anything wrong with that.  What I also
think you do need to recognize though that you have had few friends outside
of us, maybe it is a little awkward for you.  Just take it easy and let
things happen.  He sounds like a good guy, I don't think you have anything
to worry about with things getting out.  Maybe he needs a friend as much as
you do."  "I have you guys" I snapped back.  "Son, everyone needs a friend
outside of their safe zone, someone not connected."  We said our goodbyes
and as I hung up the phone I knew Bill was right.  My life had revolved
around them for over 15 years, and my friends were their friends, and most
of them were work friends.

As I set the phone down J.C. popped his head out "I thought someone was
here, heard you talking to someone."  "Nope, just called home to report
in." I said.  "The showers all yours partner.  Next time you get the urge
to go for a run wake my ass up, I could use it myself" J.C. said laughing
and slapping his stomach as if it were some beer belly that was in severe
need of fixing.  I showered and dressed in civilian clothes, the last few
days of training were going to be practical on searching; to hammer home
the difference between biased based policing and profiling.  As we both
finished snapping our off duty holsters into place J.C. started a
conversation "So when this is all over, think you might want to grab a
drink or something sometime?  I've been looking for a buddy to go hiking
with too.  That is after I find a place to live and spend a weekend with
Jack."  "You know it bud.  I haven't been camping in a few years, sounds
like fun." I said smiling remembering the last time I had been camping.