Andrew's Father, Part V ( The final saga)

Kevin looked me in the eyes with kind of a furious look on his face and replied, “Well who the fuck knows--look, just drive the bitch home in Mom’s car---I'm driving Mom & Dad home in their car cause they’ve had a little too much to drink---Cindy is going to follow me in our car and then we are going to drop Father Williams off since he's staying at a motel tonight ---you take Mom’s car and drive Ellen over to Iowa City (which was about 30 miles away) and if you are too tired to drive back, just dump her in bed and sleep out on her couch--I’ll get Mom’s cell phone from her and you
take it with you in case you have a problem--then you meet us at church tomorrow at noon---just wear what you’re wearing tonight and you’ll look fine if you decide to stay the night.”

Well, I wasn’t about to question my brother, so I told him that it sounded like a plan to me. Kevin and I quickly walked over to Ellen and he demanded her keys the second he told her that I would take her home. After she reluctantly handed them over, Kevin whispered, “OK Robby, let me get Mom’s cell phone while you shove her in the car.”

As I held Cindy under my arm while I said goodnight to everyone, Father Williams gave me a quick wink as if to say, “Can’t wait for tomorrow sweetboy.”

When I got to my Mom’s car which was about a half a block down the street, I hit the unlock button on her key chain. I leaned Ellen up against the car for a minute and opened the door. Quickly, I grabbed her before she fell over cause she was already staggering to begin with. I threw her in the front seat after I opened the passenger side door. Kevin rushed up from behind and handed me my Mom’s cell phone. Just as I was closing the door, Cindy opened her stupid drunken mouth and exclaimed, “Robby, I want to fuck again,” as she slumped over in the seat and passed out.

Kevin, exclaimed, “What the hell--what did she say?”

I quickly replied as I ran around the front of the car to get in the driver's side, “Oh hell Kevin--she’s drunk--she doesn’t know what she is saying.”

Kevin looked at me just as I got in and simply replied, “Oh, OK see you tomorrow--drive real careful cause there’s bound to be drunks out there.”

I nodded my head up & down acknowledging to him that I would. As I peeled off I couldn’t believe that I had dodged yet another bullet.

The drive to Iowa City took about 40 minutes. By now it was almost 1:15 am. Soon as I pulled up to her apartment, I gabbed Ellen and almost had to drag her out of the car. Thank God she lived on the bottom floor for I wouldn’t have likely got her up the steps. Just as we stumbled into her apartment through the front door, I turned on the lights and she woke up into what I would call a semi-coherent state. Her apartment was nice and warm because she had left the heat on. I quickly phoned my brother, Kevin, on his cell phone to let him know that we had arrived safely.

Kevin then informed me that he had just pulled up into our driveway with my parents and two sisters, little brother, Adam and Jim, our neighbor. He said in a firm voice that under no circumstances did Mom & Dad want me driving back for it was way too late and there were probably plenty of drunks out on the roads. He added they wanted me to sleep on Ellen’s couch like he first suggested and then head back sometime the following morning and meet them at church. So I agreed to their wishes cause I didn’t want to worry anyone.

Just as soon as I hung up, Ellen exclaimed as she began to stir, “Oh Robby, I’m so glad you are here, I’ve really missed you!”

I quickly replied just to get her cooperation , “Well I am glad to be here too,” as I held her in my arms trying to stabilize her so I could at least walk her down the hall and into the bedroom. But then, unexpectedly, she reached over to my crouch and began rubbing my cock through my trousers. That 30 minute or so nap she had on the drive home rejuvenated her to certain extent. I quickly said, “Now Ellen come on -- it’s time for you to go to bed,” as I grabbed her hand trying to stop her.

I wanted her to crash out cause what I really wanted to do was jack-off thinking about me and Father Williams before I went too sleep that night. By now the testosterone was brewing in my nuts again and I needed to ejaculate in the worst
way.

She quickly protested slurring her words and burst out, “I want you to take off your clothes for me again.”

We quickly got into an argument as she sat down in the kitchen chair and refused to budge. At first I told her, “no way,” but after about 10 minutes or so I could see she wasn’t going to change her mind. Besides I figured she probably wouldn’t remember it anyway. So, I reluctantly agreed only if she promised she would go to bed right afterwards.

With an unwilling look on my face which I was sure she noticed, I removed my jacket and blue sports coat first. Then I unbuttoned my white Polo shirt, peeled it off and removed my undershirt. I removed my dress shoes, pulled down my pants and underwear. The second I stepped out of them she said with grin on her face, “Now come over here you little cutie-pie and let me take your socks off.”

I quickly lifted one foot up at a time and she tugged each one off. As I stood before her completely naked and with my flaccid cock hanging out she smiled and said, “Now turn around so I can check out that darling little tush of yours. Given I knew she wouldn’t go to bed until I at least met that demand, I turned around for about 60 seconds or so and let her look my backside over. I kind of felt like a raw piece of meat on display at that point as I stood their with my arms at my side while I could feel her eyes glazing me over. Then I finally said, “Satisfied now?”--As I turned back around before she could respond.

Then she said, “Now come here I want to see that little charmer (my flaccid cock) of yours.” I replied somewhat impatiently, “OK Ellen you can touch it, but that’s all we are going to do.”

So I walked up to her and instantly she began to fondle my cock hoping it would grow as she held it in her hand and teased it. And sure enough it sprang to life. Once it was fully erect, she remarked, “Oh my God--it’s so much bigger than it was a few years ago--it’s darling--and your little blond pubbies are all grown in too,” while she admired my big purple cock-head gingerly with her eyes.

I didn’t know how to respond to her comment so I just smiled and blushed as she leaned over and kissed it several times while she rubbed my balls.

Then she did something that kind of aroused me. She reached over to a drawer in her china cabinet and pulled out a new feather duster. She looked straight at my cock & balls and began to tickle my privates. The feeling was extraordinary even though I just wanted her to go to bed. With an enormous smile she worked the feather duster under my groan and into my crack fluffing my pink hole. While the feeling was peculiar, it was also quite zestful. I felt humbled, but yet stimulated at the same time.

Then she asked, “Does it tickle cutie-pie?”

I replied with grin on my face, “Yea, Kind of.”

She said with a satisfied look on her face, “Well good.”

Once she was content that she had teased my privates out of nowhere she suddenly demanded that I do a little dance in front of her like I had done the first time just after I had taken my clothes off back then. Again I protested her request, but I knew it was in vain since I had already done it before. So I allowed her to turn the radio on and I danced to an old 80’s tune, “Shout” by Fears for Tears. As I moved my hips back and forth she kept asking me every so often to turn around so she could check out my ass. Even though I didn’t like what she was making me do, I was kind of excited by my predicament at the same time.

When the song finally ended, I said, “OK Ellen, Now it’s time to go to bed,” as I reached for my clothes.

Ellen quickly replied, “Well, I’ll go to bed, but you have to do one more thing for me.”

This time I looked at her very impatiently and said, “ What’s that?”

She then said with a drunken smile on her face, “Since I take it you don’t want to fuck like we did last time you were over here, I want you to jack yourself off for me.”

I angrily protested, “What? What the hell--no way, Jose.”

She gave me a very taunting look and then replied, “Now Robby you know I like to watch guys masturbate--especially a cutie-pie like you--just lay down on the floor and play with yourself--it’s no big deal---Really!--and I promise I won’t ever tell anyone.”

Before I could say a word, she reached over and grabbed my cock again, “Slowly she began to stroke me as it began to grow. With a smile on her face, she exclaimed, “Come on Robby; just do it for me--pretty plezzze.”

The second it became fully erect, she teased my cock-head by softly stroking it with just two fingers and her thumb. I must admit that the feeling was sensational even though it was a female toying with it. It was almost as if she were trying to hypnotize me until I agreed to her little request.

About a minute later, I said to myself, “What the hell--I’ve already fucked her once-- stripped for her twice--danced in the nude for her twice--so I mize well jack myself off for her since I’m feeling horny anyway.”

So I closed my eyes and laid down in front of her on the carpet just as she requested. I placed my hand over my shaft and began stroking myself very slowly at first. Suddenly a really exciting fantasy came over me. I visualized I was down on my hands & knees getting fucked in the ass by Andrew’s Father while I sucked off Father Williams at the same time. Then I imagined that Ellen watched the whole thingexcited as all hell.

She suddenly exclaimed in my fantasy, “God Robby! I don’t blame you for being a homosexual one bit. I would be one too if I were a guy and could have hot steamy-sex with these two handsome men.”

“Now this is really a hot fantasy ,” I told myself.

Before I knew it, I was stroking myself faster and faster. Ellen exclaimed as she looked down at me, “God this is so hot, go faster.” I went as fast as I could stroking my hand at lightening speed across my shaft. Before I knew it, I could feel myself want to cum. I needed to have a terrific orgasm so I held it for as long as I could and then finally released my nuts. Instantly my cum shot out all over my chest and tummy as my body jarred and I struggled desperately to catch my breath.

As I laid there gasping for air, she kicked off her shoe and began smearing my cum all over my chest using her big toe. I was so exhausted at that point from the terrific orgasm, I didn’t even bother to object.

Ellen then suddenly got up and went into the kitchen. I could hear her pour herself a drink. Just as I opened my eyes, she quickly downed the scotch and then poured herself another. She grabbed a washrag, rinsed it off in the sink and came over to me. She downed her second one, knelt over and wiped all the cum off my body. When she went back into the kitchen to pour herself yet another, I decided it was time for me to get up and get dressed. Just as I grabbed my underwear, she came over and tried to stop me by placing one arm around my waist and the other around my bare ass as she hugged me tightly. She said,“ Come on Robby, why don’t you come to bed with me?”

This time, very impatiently. I replied as I tried to break her lock, “Ellen I have done everything you have asked and then some. Now let go of me and please go to bed. I want to get dressed. I’m sleeping on your couch tonight.”

But by now she was already sloshed again from the three shots. We quickly got into an argument and she refused to let go of me. Just as she grabbed my cock again, I exclaimed in anger, “Ellen, please -- leave--me--the--hell -- alone.”

Slurring her words she asked almost angrily, “What the hell’s a matter with you Robby; are you gay or something?”

I didn’t even think about her question as these words just automatically and angrily shouted out of my mouth, “Yes, I’m gay; now leave me alone.”

Silence suddenly feel over both of us as my breathing became heavy and we looked deep into each other’s eyes. I couldn’t believe what I had just said. Now the genie was definitely out of the bottle at least to one member of my family.

She looked up at me with a smirk on her face and said, “Well I guess that explains everything”.

I quickly replied, “I guess it does; now please let go of me and go to bed--we both need to get some sleep”.

Indeed my statement had a very sobering affect for she gently slide her hands off my ass & waist, kissed me on the cheek and said, “I’m sorry about everything Robby--I shouldn’t have tried to come on to you. I was just thinking of the old times we had and got carried away cause I’ve probably had too much to drink.”

I could really sense the sincerity in her words so I kindly replied, “It’s OK Ellen, and thanks-- don’t worry about it--I promise I will never hold what happened tonight against you--but please do me a favor and don’t tell anyone about me---I’m not ready to deal with my sexuality yet. Listen, my Uncle Jim is going to pick you up around noon tomorrow and take you back to his house so you can get your car.”

I kind of felt sorry for her so I even walked her back to her room even though I was still in the buff. She pulled down the covers and got into bed without taking her clothes off. Within seconds she was out like a light. I pulled the covers up over her and gave her a kiss on the cheek.Despite her shortcomings she was still family after all. I turned off the light and walked back into den.

I sat down in the chair and thought about everything that had just happened. I couldn’t believe I actually outed myself, but then I thought Ellen was probably the most logical choice in my family to first out myself to anyway---especially in the condition she was if she even remembered.

When I looked over at the clock, it was about 1:50 am. I put on my underwear & T-shirt, grabbed two blankets out of the closet, turned out the lights and hit the sofa. The minute I got settled in, I began thinking about Father Williams and how bad I wanted to be with him. I was in love and I couldn’t help it--especially after all he and I had been through together that day.

I must of tossed and turned for half an hour trying to sleep, but it was no good. I just couldn’t get drowsy thinking about us. I wanted touch him, feel him, kiss him, hold him, smell him, lick him and suck him. And I wanted him to hold me, kiss me, touch me, suck me, and most of all, I wanted him to fuck me again like he did that>morning. I was a true homosexual now and there was going back.

I convinced myself that I had to be with him again that night even if it was risky by driving all the way back and parking my mom’s car out in the hotel parking lot. I quickly got dressed, left Ellen a note thanking her for everything and that I would call soon.

I drove real slow cause I knew there were lots of cops out. But I was sober especially after the two cups of coffee I had just before I left the party. I figured Father Williams was probably back in his room by now sleeping for it was already 2:30 am. I wanted to call him on my mom’s cell phone, but I didn’t have the number of his motel. As I came off the last turn, my heart started pounding and my foot began shaking again. But like I had done in the past, I took about three deep breaths until my body calmed. When I drove into the parking lot, I parked my mom’s car all the way to the rear where it was hard to spot. I quickly dashed across the parking lot and into the lobby. A few stragglers were just coming out of a banquet room from a New Year’s party that had long broken up.

Rather than risking going up to the third floor and pounding on his door, I walked over to the courtesy phone for I remembered his room number. When the operator came on the line, I quickly asked her to connect me to room 3-K. The phone rang only twice when Father Williams picked up. When he heard my voice he became jubilant and exclaimed, “Robby! Is that you, where are you?”

I replied that I was down in the hotel lobby and asked if it was OK if I came up. He exclaimed, “Of course it’s OK--hurry up, I can’t wait to see you.”

I quickly hit the elevator button. As I was waiting for the doors to open, suddenly I wasn’t scared anymore about someone seeing me. I gladly hopped on as about five people got on behind me and we headed up to the third floor.