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

Just when I didn’t think it could get any hotter, Andrew’s Father toped it when he reached in and pulled out of a plastic bag that was laying on the counter the cutest pair of pink bunny ears. He explained that he bought them at a costume shop in Des Moines when he went to visit his parents. With a sinister smile on his face he carefully fitted them on top of my head. When the placement suited his satisfaction, he looked me over from head to toe as he grabbed my razor hard cock and exclaimed, “You look adorable, Robby, lets go see yourself in the mirror”.

He led me by my cock down the hall until we reached his bedroom. We closed the door so I could view myself in his full length mirror that was attached to it. Even I had to admit that I looked absolutely precious with the carrot up my rump as thelong green stems hung out making it appear as though I had a bunny tail. And wearing those pink bunny ears made me look all that more submissive at the same time.

The only way I could genuinely thank him was to suck his cock which by now I was dying to do anyway. So I got down on one knee and carefully unbuttoned his jeans as well as the bottom buttons on his flannel shirt. I pulled his jeans down along with his boxers just below his waist. The instant I did, his beautiful cock came springing out and brushed up against my right cheek. Immediately, I planted soft gentle wet kisses all over it and then slowly took that thing of beauty into my mouth.

At once, he moaned out to let me know just how good I was making him feel. Slowly, I guided my lips back and forth over his cockhead taking his cock as deep as I possibly could into my mouth. He was so appreciative of my efforts that he placed his hands on my naked shoulder blades and massaged them while I sucked him.
As my lips slide back and forth I couldn’t have felt any more passive. Here I was down on one knee, completely naked, sucking the juicy thick cock of a fully clothed man, with a carrot up my ass and wearing darling little pink bunny ears all at the same time.

By now I couldn’t wait to taste his warm delicious cum so I gently reached up and grabbed the base of his cock. I jacked him off with my right hand while I locked my lips firmly around his cockhead. I could tell he loved the sensation for he let out about five gentle moans of ecstasy and bent over slightly for his body was so stimulated. It wasn’t but about a minute later when I could begin to taste a small sample of his warm delicious manhood. Clearly he was enjoying a pre-mature ejaculation as his body shook violently. I worked both my hand & lips faster and faster. Suddenly a river of cum filled my teenage mouth.

Like the good queer I was, of course I swallowed every drop of his offering as it surged out of his sexy body went down my throat. He was so spent from the terrific orgasm that it took him almost a full minute to cool off.

Once he came back down to earth, I pulled his jeans back up and buttoned them along with the bottom buttons on his flannel shirt. I got off the one knee I was on and then straightened myself back up. Immediately he held me in his arms and gave me a colossal wet kiss as a way of thanking me for the wonderful blow-job I treated him to. As we swirled our tongue around deep into each other’s mouth, he worked his hand down to my ass and slowly twisted the carrot in my butt back & forth. Of course he knew as if I already wasn’t all ready hot and horny enough, he was making me even hotter for the sensation was phenomenal. My cock couldn’t have been harder as it pressed up against the hardy fabric of his jeans.

Knowing how sexually excited I was, he slowly walked us over to the night stand just like I had in my dream. Immediately I became ecstatic for I knew what he was planning to do. He was going to jack me off until I shot my load all over the wedding picture of he and Andrew’s Mother. I was about to ask him if he was sure we wanted to do this, but by now he had taken to the point-of-no-return. And besides, I figured if he didn’t want to do this to me, he wouldn’t have walked me over to the night stand to begin with.

Within seconds he was jacking me off slowly as we both looked down at the photo enclosed in a glass picture frame. But this was by far hotter than I had in my dream. As he stroked my cock with his right hand he pinched my nipples with his other. This naturally drove me into lunatic state and within seconds I could feel my nuts want to explode. I couldn’t control myself and railed out, “Oh God --I’m cumming!”

Hearing my cries of joy, he stroked me as fast as he could and pointed my cock right at the picture. He pinched my right nipple really hard one final time just as I released my nuts. Seconds later, my cum shot out all over the picture and night stand and even managed to hit the glass casing almost right in the middle. Andrew’s Father looked on with pure joy and exclaimed , “ Oh Wow Robby--this is so damn hot---I love it”.

Once again, my organism was so sensational, I could hardly breath and my knees actually buckled this time. But he quickly caught me as I fell to the floor and held me up with his strong arms until all the cum oozed out of my body and I calmed which took almost two full minutes. It seemed like every time I thought gay sex could get any hotter, it sure as hell did. And of course I cherished every second of it.

For the rest of the morning, I pranced around his condo naked and even pretended like I was a little bunny rabbit every so often as the carrot remained up my butt. He only removed it about 30 minutes before we had to leave for the airport. We hopped in the shower and of course I bent over and let him fuck me like we did the first night once we had soaped each other up.

After we picked Andrew up, on the drive home, he told us all about his trip out to California and how he met this girl he really liked. I could tell he was definitely in love this time and was even planning to see her again the following weekend for she only lived about 120 miles away down in Missouri. I knew right then and there that our paths would soon begin to part and we would eventually go our separate ways. For one thing Andrew was a year older than me, would be graduating in June, and then moving on to college. I still had a year to go.

But despite that,I had opened up a brand new chapter in my life and as it turned out, it was by far the best year of my life. Not only did I continue seeing Andrew’s Father, but I also had an on-going affair with Father Williams at the same time.

Up until the time Andrew graduated, if I wasn’t seeing his father on Saturdays while he was down visiting his girlfriend in Missouri, I was fooling around with him when Andrew and I spent the night together over at his place. Mostly his father and I would have sex in the middle of the night after Andrew had long fallen asleep in his bedroom. Andrew’s father would simply wake me up as I slept on the couch and we’d go back to his bedroom and quietly sixty-nine. Sometimes, if we really wanted to play it risky, I would bend over his bathroom sink and let him fuck me. It was really exciting I guess because it was so damn risky. Then we would get up in the morning along with Andrew and all have breakfast together as if nothing ever happened.

When Andrew went off to school that fall, I would sometimes meet his father over at his place with the excuse that we were going fishing early the next morning-- which sometimes we in fact did. One of our most memorable experiences together took place at a lake the three of us use to go to when we were in Boy Scouts. After Andrew’ father and I had cast our lines into the water around 5AM, we noticed no one was around. Normally there were always a few people with their lines in the water around that hour, but there wasn’t a sole at the docks that particular day. So I took my clothes off, bent over a wooden rail and let him fuck me in the great outdoors. It was so damn exciting because in the back of our minds there was always a remote possibility of someone catching us. In fact, it was so exciting that we stayed until late evening and did it again once we were the only two left.

And when I wasn’t having a fling with Andrew’s father, I was having one with Father Williams while we worked on our so called fundraising projects. We really lucked for about a month after the New Year’s Party, one of the older parishioners at our church, Mr. Hambrow who was 91, gave Father Williams a set of keys to an old farmhouse to use as his personal retreat that had been in his family for years and no one used anymore. The farmhouse was only 15 miles north of Davenport. So Father Williams and I would often hook up on Sunday’s after church and pretend we were working on our fundraising projects together. Actually we ended up mixing work with pleasure for we would work on our projects for a few hours and then hop in bed and fool around for the rest of the day. Of course I would spread eagle in bed and then he would faithfully mount me and do the dirty deed.

When summer rolled around that year, we would hook up at the farmhouse at least twice if not three times a week. And after having outdoor sex with Andrew’s father, I desperately wanted to try it with Father Williams. So sometimes we would go out to the pasture where I would strip, bend over and let him fuck me up against this incredibly beautiful maple tree.

With out a doubt, I had the best of both worlds that year. Having not one, but two hot men to fool around with was perfect since I was such a horny kid to begin with.

About a year later, I came out to my mother. It was kind of interesting how it all happened. To this day I’m not sure if it was based on one if not two separate incidents.

The first happened later in October of that year. Father Williams and I along with a group of friends in CYO put on a “Octoberfest” dinner in the basement of our church one weekend to raise money for Catholic Charities. The festival was held over three nights-- Friday, Saturday and Sunday for we didn’t have school on Monday or Tuesday due to in-house teacher service meetings that week.

Needless to say, the Octoberfest dinners went off without a hitch. Even Bishop Shannon showed up on Saturday night and had dinner with all the parishioners. Cindy was excited as all hell for we felt comfortable that we would make about a $5,000 profit. Since Father Williams and I of course were the ones who came up with the idea and put the event together, naturally we stayed until the last volunteer left after we cleaned up.

Just after we counted all the money, we determined that we had actually made a $5,300 profit. Thinking we were all alone and it was rather late, Father Williams smiled, leaned over and gave me a deep wet kiss. Of course I naturally put my arms around him while we made-out. Just as we were in the middle of our frenching session, suddenly we heard the sound of a chair moving in the right back corner of the room. Of course my heart starting pounding harder than jack-hammer trying to break through 10 ft of solid concrete for I knew someone else was in the room. When we quickly broke off our kiss and separated, we looked over in the corner of the room where the noise was coming from. There under the table was my little brother, Adam. He had told my parents that he would ride home with me since he didn’t have school either the following day. Only he didn’t bother asking me in advance so he just hide out until after my parents left then he knew I would be forced to take him home.

I was so pissed, I could have killed the little shit. But Father Williams grabbed my arm and whispered, “Now stay kewl, Robby. You don’t whether he saw us and even if he did there’s nothing we can do about it now.”

So I took his advice and told my little brother to come out from underneath the tables. He made me promist that I would get angry or hit him before he did. Once he came out, he walked up to us and we visted for a few minutes before we then said goodnight to Father Williams and left.

On the drive home I had a really strange feeling my little brother witnessed the whole damn thing cause we hardly spoke. It seemed to me he was in deep thoughts as he looked out the window and never once looked over at me.

It wasn’t but about three days later when my mom began to both look and act funny around me for about two weeks. I was hoping that my little brother didn’t tell her what he saw that night if he in fact did see us. But I had a sinking feeling that he probably did.

The second incident took place about six months later in early April. Andrew’s father and I were over at his place. After we had one of our hot-steamy love making sessions we fell sound asleep in his bed. But he had gotten a little careless and forgot that he’d told his former wife (Andrew’s mother) to meet him at his condo late that afternoon so she could give him check for Andrew’s college fund his grandfather had established when he was born.

After she rang the doorbell a few times, I guess she assumed no one was home. She must have unlocked door with a pass key Andrew’s father had given her so she could leave a check on the kitchen table for him to deposit in Andrew’s account.

But I guess when she saw my clothes spewed all over the living room, her curiosity got the best of her and she started calling out his name to double check. We both woke up just about the time we heard her voice coming down the hall. We tried to scramble out of bed, but it was too late. Suddenly she walked into the bedroom for the door was wide open and caught us red-handed in bed together. If looks could kill, hers certainly could that day.

She looked at him, then looked at me, then looked back at him, then looked back at me and then finally looked at him again before she spoke.

Then she exclaimed in rather sheer hostility, “Well, Well , Well-- Now I know why you never loved me, Harold. Obviously I’m not your type nor was I ever your type--and here I thought you left me cause you liked chasing those young little skirts around--what I fool I was --well you sure like them young all right--even if they are your son’s best friend---so tell me when did you first seduce this boy with your deceitful charm?”

Andrew’s father tried to reply in a rather panicky tone, “Now just hold on here, Sue--you don’t understand....”. But before he could get another word out, she burst out, “Hold on nothing you asshole. What the hell do you think your son would think of you if he could see you right now in bed with his schoolmate and very best friend? Think he would be proud of you---haaaaaa? Do you Damnit?”

By now I was frozen in place as I sat there in bed trying to pretend like I was invisible.

Then Andrew’s father yelled back. “Yes Susan...I’m gay and so is he ...so what...we aren’t hurting anybody...who the hell are you to judge me anyway.”

Andrew’s mother then shot back, “You’re right Harold...who in the hell am I to judge you...maybe we should leave that up to your son,..what do you think about that idea you son-of- a- bitch?”

Andrew’s Father tried to respond. But before he could, she stormed out of the room. She slammed the door as she rushed out of the condo and we heard the sound of a car start and peel off. When we finally got out of bed ,we walked into the kitchen. There was the check she had for Andrew’s trust fund lying on the floor.

This time it wasn’t but two days later when I noticed my mom began to act rather strange around me again. About a week later I walked into the kitchen very early one morning. My mom was sitting at he kitchen table just after making a pot of coffee. Knowing that no one was up but the two of us, she suddenly asked before she even said good morning, “Robby I want you to tell me the truth; Do you like guys better or do you like girls better?”

All the blood rushed out of my face. While I knew Andrew’s mother must have told her about that day, she sure as hell didn’t let on. So I just looked my mom right in her eyes, shrugged my shoulders and simply replied, “Guys, and that was end of it.

After that day we never discussed my sexual orientation again. But my mom forbid me from going over to his condo and everyone in my family never quite acted the same around me. And one night, before I went to sleep, my little brother and I were talking in our room like we usually did. We were discussing a baseball game we watched on TV when he suddenly asked, “Robby, are you gay?

When I asked why he wanted to know, he replied, “Well, I guess cause everyone thinks you are.”

I replied, “Well yes I am, is that OK with you?”

He replied just as he rolled over and went to sleep, “Don’t worry Robby, you’re still my brother and you can always count on me.”

I replied, “Well you are my little brother and I will always be there for you too”, as I closed my eyes and rolled over on my side.

Shortly after that, I went off to college in New England. I later learned that Father Williams had been given his own parish out in Denver. Andrew’s Father of course remained in the Quad Cities where he was born, lived and would most certainly die there one day.

When I was about 20 years old, I received a letter from Father Williams. He had quit the Church and became of all things, a trial lawyer. We hooked up several times that year and even went on a gay cruse together. We still get together about four times a year for we have become soul mates in a way over the years. Either I hop on plane and visit him in Seattle or he hopes on a plane and visits me in Atlanta.

As for Andrew’s Father, every time I come home to visit my parents, I run across the Mississippi River to the Illinois side and visit him. And every time I knock on his door, he always has a fresh carrot with a long green stem waiting just for me.