Andrew's Father, Part III

Note : This story is completely fictional!

I awoke the next morning to urgency of having to take a massive pee like I normally did every morning. I didn’t bother looking at the clock cause I was still half asleep. When I turned my head slightly, Andrew’s father was sleeping sound with his arm still wrapped around me. Sleeping in the nude with him aside from all the hot sex we had together was the best feeling in the world. I could have stayed in the sack with him forever that day. 

I contemplated for a few minutes about getting out of the warm bed to relieve myself. The room was ice cold because Andrew’s father had turned the heat off just before we went to sleep. 

Finally, I hopped out and tiptoed across the frigid room as fast as I could until I reached the toilet. My boy-beaver was sorer than a marathon runner who just completed a 26 mile race after the two hot ass fucking Andrew’s father gave me. But in a round-about way, the soreness was also a good feeling too. I mean I thought about the fact that his cock helped bring me out to the full-fledged homosexual which deep down I always wanted to be. And after all, Andrew’s father and I shared a very intimate & personal experience together and I sure wanted more of it down the road despite what consequences it would bring if Andrew or someone else ever found out. 

Once I relieved my bladder, I quickly scanted back to bed and jumped in under five thick blankets that covered us. I snuggled back up to Andrew's father's firm warm body. He suddenly stirred just enough to place his hand back across my chest. Just as he relaxed his arm, suddenly I could feel something sticky on the left lower ass cheek of my butt. When I looked around, I noticed a sheet of dried cum was stuck to my skin. I was rather puzzled by it, but Andrew’s father chuckled slightly still half asleep and said that some of his cum evidently leaked out of me and down my cheek onto the sheets overnight while we were sleeping. Before I could say a word he told me not to worry about it and that he would wash the sheets later. 

No sooner was I in the process of drifting back off to sleep, when the phone rang. Of course it sounded ten times louder than it actually was. But I knew right away it must of either been my mother or Andrew on the other end. 

And sure enough I was right for when I looked over at the console on the phone, I could see the display indicate that it was my mom’s cell-phone number on the other end. So I quickly scooted over to the night-stand and picked it up. After my mom and I exchanged hellos, she said she phoned cause she was worried about me. It was already 11 am and wondered why I wasn’t home yet. Still half asleep I explained that I was really tired and just overslept. By now Andrew’s father had stirred as he heard me conversing with her. He scooted over next to me and softy rubbed my chest with his warm hand. 

As I remained lying on my side, Andrew’s father then toyed with my nipples while my mom and I carried on our conversation. She informed me that her long-time friends Charlotte & Bud were driving up from St. Louis along with their two daughters, Brittany & Collet to visit us for the day on their way to Minnesota for New Year’s get together with their family. 

Collet was my age and quite good looking. In fact she was first runner-up at the Miss Teenage Missouri contest. We once made out and then she let me feel her titties in her bedroom a few years back when me and my family went to visit them for a week cause I knew she had always had the hots for me since we were kids. 

But my initial reaction was, “In Town, What the hell-- my mom never told me we were having company over the holidays”. I was really shocked by the news. 

When I asked her why she didn’t let me know in advance, my mom said that she was sorry to give me such short notice, but with the holidays and all, she simply forgot to mention it the previous week. Needless to say, even though I was kind of upset, I sure didn’t let on. After all I needed her car again so that I could drive over to Andrew’s father’s condo before Andrew got home. 

Anyway, my mother wanted me home right away to help straighten up the house along with my other brothers and sisters who still lived at home before her company arrived. She explained that Charlotte’s family would be arriving sometime around 2pm, would be staying overnight and leaving the next morning after breakfast. 

Without even looking, I could tell Andrew’s father was disappointed knowing that I would have to leave right away. But there was nothing I could do. I mean I certainly wasn’t about to tell my mother, “no” because I was having hot-steamy sex with Andrew’s father while he was out in California and wanted to have some more that day. 

And it wasn’t that I minded having company over the holidays, but the timing couldn’t have been worse. It was already Wednesday morning and I would have to waste a whole day because of Charlotte & Bud’s visit. And then Andrew’s father mentioned to me at breakfast just after we dropped Andrew off at the airport the previous day that he had to drive over to Des Moines on Thursday through Friday morning to visit his parents. Then I was supposed to get together with my parents, brothers sisters, aunts, uncles & cousins on Friday night for a New Year’s Eve party which we did every year. That meant at best I would only have a chance to get with him again on Saturday, New Year’s Day, or early Sunday morning before having to go pick Andrew up from the airport on Sunday around noon-- and that was of course if everything went perfect and my mom would lend me her car. 

As I continued talking to my mom, suddenly I could feel Andrew’s father cuddle me tightly. Ever so softly he begin planting soft gentle kisses on the back of my neck as we remained on our sides. This drove me crazy and I wondered what my mom would have thought if she could have looked through the phone and seen the two of us cuddled up naked in bed together as he planted pecks all over my neck. 

After I told my mom I would see her in about an hour and hung up, Andrew’s father rolled on his back and I rested my head back on his shoulder. We didn’t say a word for we both felt bad that I had to leave. But before I departed, I wanted to really thank Andrew’s father for the great time we had and also wanted him to know that we would definitely do it again hopefully before Andrew got back. So, ever so gently I began to kiss & suck on his left nipple while I worked my hand down to his cock. The instant I gently wrapped my hand around it, it sprang right to life. 

I figured that Andrew’s father had only cum twice since the previous evening and with a good night’s sleep that he got, he could easily cum again. Only this time I wanted to suck his cock and cum in my mouth because I had never sucked a dick before or tasted semen and I sure did want to try it especially with Andrew’s father.

I closed my eyes and ever so slowly, kissed both his nipples several times and then kissed my way down to his belly-button. His body began to twitch which let me know just how excited I was making him. When I opened my eyes, I could see his beautiful ravishing cock-head come into full view and boy did it ever look so damn tempting. Rather than take it into my mouth right away, I planted soft gentle kisses all over it. I wanted Andrew’s father to know that I just didn’t want to suck his cock, but wanted to make love to it as well. After I softly kissed his shaft up and down a few times, I cupped my lips and placed them over his cock-head. It tasted absolutely delicious as Andrew’s father let out a low moan of exultation. Slowly I worked my lips down until I got about three quarters of his shaft into my mouth. 

Andrew’s father slowly put his hand on the back of my neck and began rubbing it as he remained flat on his back while I remained curled up as I sucked away on his dick. I could tell he wanted to meditate thinking about us while enjoying the wonderful blow-job I was treating him to. 

As I worked his shaft up and down with my teenage lips, I couldn’t help but think that I was actually falling in love with his cock. I felt so submissive inside and again such devotion to his thick piece of meat knowing that it was the tool used to create my best friend Andrew. I didn’t want him to cum right away because I wanted to enjoy the experience and by the soft moans Andrew’s father was letting out, I knew he was thoroughly enjoying the gradual pace I was going.

After about five minutes, Andrew’s father couldn’t take it anymore. I knew he needed to release in the worst way when he wrapped his hand around the base of his shaft while my lips remained firmly positioned over his cock-head. Slowly he began to jack himself off. By now I was like a little kid in a candy shop just waiting for my treat. But I wanted to excite Andrew’s father even further. So I placed my hand over his and we both jacked him off at the same time faster and faster as his body waved up and down. About 20 seconds later he moaned out softly as he struggled to catch his breath and then exclaimed softly, “ Oh God Robby, I’m cumming!”. Seconds later I could taste his warm liquid as it exited his body and entered my mouth. Right away I began to swallow it and I just loved knowing that his spermatozoids were now swimming around in my stomach. Even though I had to leave that day, I wanted Andrew’s father to know that I would be taking a part of him with me. 

As Andrew’s father laid there and tried to catch his breath, I sucked on his cock-head in a desperate attempt to milk every drop out of him that I possibly could. Once I was sure he was bone dry, I softly kissed my way back up his body until I reached his left nipple. As he struggle to compose from the massive organism, I softly planted kisses across both nipples. Andrew’s father was so turned on by my gesture that he rolled me on top of him and squeezed me as hard as possible. He said with obvious disappointment in his voice, “Gosh Robby, I sure wish you didn’t have to go--I want you so bad”.

I smiled slightly and replied, “I know, I don’t want to leave either---I want to be with you too.”

Andrew’s father smiled and then said, “Well let’s get out of bed and brush our teeth cause I want to kiss you before you leave”.

With that he squeezed me tightly again as I remained lying on top of him. Only this time he rubbed one of his hands all over my naked butt to the point of where I said that he better stop cause he was getting me horny again. Andrew’s father chuckled and then we both reluctantly got out of bed and got dressed. No sooner did I put my toothbrush down after brushing my teeth when Andrew’s father came into the bathroom and deep frenched me. We must have made out for at least five minutes never wanting to part our lips. I desperately wanted one more thrill before I left so I took off my clothes and kissed him in the nude while he remained dressed. Again in my mind there was something so thrilling about kissing a fully clothed man in the nude that I just couldn’t put my finger on. Of course Andrew’s father held me tightly in his arms and rubbed his hands all over my smooth teenage butt which I know he was falling in love with. 

Finally, when our lips parted, I got dressed again, walked into the den and grabbed my jacket and keys to my mother’s car. Andrew’s father held my hand and walked me to the door. Then he remarked, “Hang on Robby, let me walk out with you and help you scrap the snow off your windows”. 

I had somewhat of a hard time walking down the steps to my car because my butt was so damn sore. Andrew’s father could obviously tell by the way I strolled that he had shredded my hole to pieces with his massive cock. So he said with a smile on his face as he put his arm around my shoulder, “I hope you’re not too sore Robby. But don’t worry; you’ll feel much better tomorrow.” 

I didn’t know what to say, so I just smiled back. 

As I started my car and waited for it to warm up, Andrew’s father scraped the snow & ice off. Thank God the snow had finally stopped. The sky was actually starting to clear and the sun was trying to break out. I could see the disappointment in Andrew’s father’s face through my windshield. But again there was nothing I could do so I gave him a wide smile as I looked at him through the side window. Just as I was about to put the car in drive, Andrew's father motioned for me to roll down my window. He leaned over and said, “If you can, try to get back over on New Year’s--I’ll be in and out all day,” as he gave me a quick kiss on my lips. I shook my head up & down in agreement and then put the car in drive as I slowly drove off. 

As I turned off the farm road and onto the main highway that would eventually take me over the bridge into Iowa, all kinds of thoughts raced across my mind. I wondered how in the hell would my parents ever understand that they had a homosexual son especially since we were a very strict Catholic family. Like if anyone ever found out about me it would spread through our small community like wildfire. I could just see one of my parent’s gossipy friends, Joyce asking how their seven heterosexual and one homosexual children were doing. Or the Smith’s who my parents often played bridge with asking a really stupid question like if their gay son has found a boyfriend yet. And I didn’t know what my two older brothers would think either cause they loved making fun of queers. 

I also wondered what Andrew would think he ever found out--especially that his father and I were having an affair. I mean how would I handle it and what would I say. I couldn’t just tell him something like : “Well Andrew, you see it’s like this-- your dad has had the hots for me for years now and when he sent you to the store one day he walked in on me in the bathroom while I was completely naked. We both liked it so much that we did it again and again and again every time he sent you to the store until one day after we dropped you off at the airport, we went back to his place and I took my clothes off and let him buttfuck me with his dick”.

Needless to say that kind of explanation wouldn’t due. But despite the downside I still wasn’t about to go back to the heterosexual world. I loved what Andrew’s father and I did---I loved the soreness in my butt from the two hot ass fucking he gave me---I loved sucking his cock and swallowing him---I loved showering with him---I loved kissing him---I loved sleeping with him and more than anything,I loved exposing my naked body to him.

And subconsciously I guess I loved the fact that I was having an affair with an older man. Somehow it seemed hotter, sexier and by far more captivating than any of my mom’s soap operas that she watched almost daily. 

I also wanted to tell someone that I was gay just to make it official in my mind, but couldn’t quite figure out who to trust. 

Just as I crossed the bridge into Iowa, my heart starting pounding and my foot began to shake uncontrollably. I guess I knew I was home and it would be the first time that I faced my parents knowing that I was a full-fledged homosexual. So I took several deep breaths to calm me just before I turned off and drove the final leg down our residential street and into our garage. 

When I walked in the door, my mom gave me a big kiss. I gave my father a quick hug as he stood there beside her. As I was hugging him, I wondered what he would have thought if he only knew that his son had two loads of another male’s cum up his butt, one load in his stomach and was so damn sore from two ass fucking he received,he didn’t feel like walking much. But I didn’t have time to ponder it for my mom already had marching orders for me. 

She wanted me to go out to the original detached garage in our back yard that my parents had converted into a large bedroom when my brothers were still living at home. The room had a complete study area, a small TV lounge, two twin beds and a shower. My mom asked me to both vacuum & dust before our company arrived. She also wanted me to put fresh sheets and blankets on the beds. I learned that Bud & Charlotte would be staying out there and their two daughter’s would bed down on the sofa sleeper in our den. 

No sooner did I complete the various tasks when my mom asked me and my little brother go up to our room and change into slacks and nice dress shirts. She was just getting ready to put on a 20 lbs. turkey for the 11 of us that night. 

It wasn’t but about 10 minutes or so later after me and my little brother did exactly as my mom requested when sure enough Charlotte and her family arrived. After we all greeted one another and helped them put their luggage in our house, my father broke open the bar. After all it was the holidays and both my parents were known for being excellent hosts. As we sat in living room and chatted, I could still see that Collet had a crush on me. But I knew at that point things would just never work out for us. I mean after all the hot-steamy homosexual sex I had the night before, I would probably be more interested in one of her male uncles or cousins than I was in her. 

And as the adults chatted and us kids listened, I started daydreaming and wondered would it be like if Collet could watch Andrew’s dad fuck me. I wondered if it would turn her on or off. I even wondered what it would be like if she and I both got down on our knees doggie-style and I let Andrew’s dad fuck me and she let Andrew fuck her at the same time. Then, as we were both getting fucked, we could tell each other how damn good it felt. 

But then reality set in and when it was my turn to talk, I asked Collet how she liked her new home I understood they moved into several months back. 

That night at the dinner table all I could think was Andrew’s dad and how much I wished I was with him. Even though my mom seated me next to Collet all I could think about was taking off my clothes and letting Andrew’s father check my naked body out and then letting him kiss me. And then I thought about wanting to confine in someone about being gay. But again, I just could figure out who in the hell to trust.

What seemed like eternity, the following morning finally arrived. When I got out of bed, my butthole felt a thousand times better and the soreness was practically gone. After we ate breakfast and helped Charlotte’s family load up their car, we said our good-bye’s. Finally, they were gone, but the damage had been done in that I lost a lot of valuable time and my next and only opportunity with Andrew’s father would be on New Year’s Day. 

For the rest of the morning, I sat around and visited with my parents and thought about someone I would like to confide in. Then, just after lunch, a sudden thought came to me. Why not tell a priest? A priest would be ideal---they are sworn to secrecy--have most certainly heard by far worse confessions ---could be closeted as well and would therefore understand--and would not be someone I would have to see everyday. It seemed like almost a no-brainier to me. 

All of a sudden the perfect person came to mind. Why not tell Father Marxt? I’d known him from several years back at CYO (Catholic Youth Organization) and found him to be a really easy going guy who had worked with hundreds of kids. I even had his phone number I wrote down several years back when I was selected as team coordinator for a field trip that a number of us Catholic teenagers took to Chicago. 

So I went up to my bedroom and called his office. A man answered but informed me that Father Marxt had recently been transferred to Indiana. He advised me that he was on loan from the Des Moines Diocese until a replacement was found and introduced himself as Father Williams. He added he would try and help me any way that he could. 

While I was disappointed to learn Father Marxt was no longer around, I figured telling someone I didn’t know like Father Williams might just be as good if not better given he wasn’t part of our community and would be headed back to Des Moines probably in a few months.

So I asked him if we could meet because I needed some advice. He kindly explained he had to go by the local senior center where priests often offered spiritual guidance to the elderly, but would be back around 5 P.M. When I told him I would like to meet if it was OK, he said that it would be fine with him. He added to ring the bell at the rectory because no one was around except him given it was the holidays and all of the priests and staff normally took short vacations just after Christmas until New Year’s Eve. 

So late that afternoon, I took a hot shower and asked my mom if I could borrow her car because I wanted to go to the mall. Of course she gladly agreed because I did everything she asked during Charlotte and Bud’s stay with us. 

After I got into her car and headed down our street, my heart started pounding and my feet began to shake again. But I didn’t let that stop me. I figured sooner or later I would have to confide in someone about my homosexuality and why not now--especially since I thought telling a visiting priest would be as good as it would get. 

When I got to the rectory about 5:30, I rang the bell just like Father Williams asked. But no one answered. I rang the bell two more times, but again no one answered. I was just about getting ready to leave because it was already dark and a light snow was falling when suddenly a heard a man yell through the door, “Just a minute; I’ll be right there.” 

When he finally opened it and I came eye to eye with him, he hardly looked anything like a typical priest. He was wearing blue jeans, sneakers and a pull-over sweat-shirt. And unlike any priest I had ever seen he looked almost like a male model with a perfect medium build, jet-black short hair and pretty soft blue eyes. I’d say he was probably in his mid-thirties--very clean shaven and was about a head and a half taller than me.