Chapter 18

As he thinks in his heart, so he is.

– Jewish Proverb

The knock on the office door startled him, even though he had been expecting it. He bid his visitor to enter and stared at the tall blond, who walked in, all neat and groomed in a pair of dress slacks, dress shirt and tie. His hair was combed back and the deep blue eyes bore in on him, just as his Mother’s used to do. God, he was a handsome young man, and his features so reminded him of her, it was almost like seeing the male twin to her.

His heart ached with the memories, and it had taken him a long time to be able to spend any amount of time in Taylor’s company, the vision of his wife was so strong in Taylor’s appearance that at time he felt like his heart would burst. Now, he at least new better, he had found a new understanding, and instead of feeling the pain of his loss, he revelled in the sight of his son, and the wonderful memories his features brought to him.

If only he could have come to that sooner, then maybe all that had passed between them might have been easier, and now, now he had to settle for seeing him occasionally at home or here at work. Taylor had thought that job was a charity thing, a way for him to make up to him, but if he only knew it was really from selfishness. He just wanted to be able to see his son more, to hear the lilt in his voice or see the way his eyes would raise up when someone said something he found objectionable. God if he only knew, but if Taylor did find out, well, he might not have accepted the offer.

“You wanted to see me?”

“Yes Taylor, uh, what are you doing this evening?”

“This evening? I don’t know really, most likely study some and relax a little after, why? Something up?”

“Kind of son, do you mind if I come by the apartment after dinner?”

Taylor squared his shoulders at his father’s suggestion. He still was feeling unsure of things, and while he enjoyed the new apartment and the job was rather interesting at times, he still felt a sort of hesitancy towards Seth. It was like they were both walking on a thin sheet of ice, neither sure of their footing or if the ice would break under their weight.

“Well… I guess so, yeah sure why not.”

“I am sorry, it is just, well… I need to talk to you, and this isn’t the place, so if you can spare me the time, well, I’d appreciate it.”

“You make it sound serious, you okay? I mean I know you just had your physical, shit you are okay aren’t you? I mean…”

“Yes, I am fine, and that has nothing to do with it, I… I know we… I will explain it all later? Okay?”

“Okay, you sure its nothing to do with your doctor’s exam?”

“Yes Taylor I am sure.”

“Okay then, why so mysterious? I mean why can’t you just…”

“Please, later okay?”

“Fine. Well I’ll get back to work then, unless there is anything else?”

Seth looked as his son, saw the lingering resentment still there, still waiting for a chance to burst forth and burn the fragile bridge that was building between them. Sighing he acknowledged that there was nothing more and he watched as Taylor left the plush office, his back ramrod straight, his shoulders squared like a cadet on parade, being dismissed from the commandants presence.

‘Oh Chrissy dear, how I have hurt our boys so much’ he cried out in his heart, and small tears welled up to his eyes, as he wondered just how he could ever surmount all the damage that he believed he had done.

Sitting there, the tears starting to roll he barely heard the harsh ringing of his private line. For a few seconds it didn’t register, then as it dawned on him he just stared at the noisy instrument, willing it to stop.

For some reason it wouldn’t stop, ring after ring continued to blare in the room until finally he grabbed it, angry at its intrusion into his thoughts.

“YES” he yelled into the phone and then his voice softened as the other party spoke. Slowly he relaxed his grip on the phone, the beginning of a smile crossing his face, the tears slowly drying and becoming distant memories as he listened to the strong but passionate voice on the other end.

Funny, the way it seemed like out of the blue, here was his voice, just what he needed and there was really no reason for the call, just a call cause he was feeling lonely. Damn, Chrissy used to do that too, and she had this unnerving knack of knowing exactly when to phone, it always picked him up and gave him the strength to go on with the day and now here he was experiencing that again, except from another man.

The day went much better, yet he still found himself on occasion stopping and looking at the gold framed picture. It was different now, now he could look at it and smile, warm memories would crowd in and he could feel his heart lighten up, before it would want to tear itself to pieces with remorse. Strange, ever since Mike had pulled that stunt with Billy, his whole life had changed.

Seth found he had more courage than he realized and there was no denying that his relationship with the boys was certainly improving. Least with Billy it was growing by leaps and bounds, Taylor was a slower process but there was more history there, and yet even Taylor seemed to be able to relax more, with each passing day.

Now he was going to test it all, and for what? He had doubts, oh man did he ever, but that voice refused to leave him alone, refused to let him slide back and his heart would deny that voice nothing. How could he? It was still a part of him, always would be and somehow he had to let both Taylor and Billy know that.

As he started to walk up to the apartment, he could feel the onset of panic as his mind was still in turmoil on this whole situation. He still had doubts, oh man did he have doubts, but his heart was in charge, it would tolerate no hesitation, no turning back, no scampering back to the old ways.

His mind refused to surrender its role none the less, but it was waging a useless battle, as his heart was set in stone on this, the power of the voice was supreme still, and his mind knew it. Still it argued, stressing the risks, the dangers, how it could effect his new found relationships with his boys, and yet the voice over rode the objections, told him to never give up and it felt like he was being taken by the hand, up the stairs to begin his new life, one wrought with danger, but if he succeeded, a life that could be filled with immeasurable love and satisfaction.

Seth stood now before his eldest door, small beads of sweat rolling along the creases in his forehead. The palms of his hands felt damp with fear and his heart started to pound faster. A memory of a time long long ago came to his eyes as he slowly started to raise his hand, the weight of it almost unbearable.

He saw the red face of the Senior Law Partner is his firm, the aged man a staunch republican, and he, the young new associate, fresh from passing the bar. Even now he could feel the fear the man evoked in him that day, and yet he had stood his ground, he had refused to drop the client, had refused to abandon them for a larger client’s wishes.

The Senior Partner had given him an ultimatum, an one hour to make his decision. Nervously he had sat at his small desk, wondering what he could do, wishing he could just pick up the phone, call her, or better, be there with her, to let her hold him and comfort him. There was a good chance that if he refused the Senior partner, he would be through in this town, hell the state and so he sighed, recalling that he was about to leave, to surrender when his phone had rang.

Just as the phone had rang this afternoon, it rang that day, and she was on the other end. There was nothing wrong at home, she phoned to simply tell him she loved him, that she couldn’t wait till he came home, to make love to her as only he could.

It was amazing, as his hand reached for the door knocker, how even now, all these years later he could still recall her words, the soft soothing voice as it told him how much he was hers, how much she would always, no matter what, be his. That had been all he needed, he had hung up the phone and let the Senior Partner know his answer.

Funny, he hadn’t won the case in court; oh he had made a good fight of it, but still the law as funny that way. While he hadn’t won the case, he had won the respect of his colleagues and of the town’s citizens. Today that client, who while losing then, had gone on to win major market shares in the electronics field and was today, still his client.

As his knuckles came to rap on the door, her face floated before him, smiling, the eyes dancing with laughter and filled with pride. It wasn’t going to be easy, but he had something that nothing could ever take from him, he had her love.

“Mr. Bradford, come in, Taylor’s just in the bathroom.”

“Thanks Jeremy, you look a bit harried, rough day at work or that son of mine giving you a real workout? Hehe”

“Oh shit, uh, sorry, uh… damn, I don’t know how to answer that one.”

“haha, don’t worry Jeremy, I wouldn’t know how either.”

“hehe, okay Sir, oops, sorry Seth, see I do remember, on occasion, well uh, I guess I’ll head out now… HEY TAYLOR YOUR DAD IS HERE!”

“Whoa, where you going?”

“Oh, just down to the coffee shop around the corner, Taylor said you had wanted to talk to him, so I thought…”

“Oh no, you stay Jeremy, this is your place, I am just an self invited guest who needs to talk to his son… besides, if the truth be known, I could kind of use your support.”

“Well, uh gee Seth, sir, uh, shit, I really don’t want to get in the middle…”

“No, no that isn’t what I mean Jeremy, I just think that if you are here, he won’t at least throw me out, least not till I am finished.”

“Okay, it is that serious?”

“It might be to him Jeremy, he’ll need you here, hell so do I but I don’t expect you to take my side, I can still fight my own battles, despite the few grey hairs. Hehe”

“Well I don’t see any grey”

“haha, funny but you are the second person to say that today, well, so how is school going? You two certainly amazed me with your mid term grades, I am so pleased for you both, its… Oh Taylor there you are.”

“Hey Dad, thanks Jeremy.”

“I asked Jeremy to stay son, I hope you don’t mind?”

“Mind, uh no, no not at all…”

“Well, uh… I don’t know how to say this…”

“Why not just say it?”

“Yeah, well its not quite that easy son, its…”

“Look, just say it okay? You never had trouble speaking your mind before, so what’s it all about?”

“Taylor, look, I know you and I don’t see eye to eye on lots of things, hell we’ve had our fair share of arguments, I don’t want this to be one of those…”

“Okay, neither do I, so what is it?”

“I need your help, okay? This is all so new to me.”

Seth was pacing the floor, the two young men sitting close together on the couch, Jeremy holding onto Taylor’s hand, clasping it just like a true partner. Damn, why was it always so tough to talk to Taylor?

Hell, he knew the answer to that one, without thinking he knew the answer, each time he looked at him he was reminded of her, and his heart would ache, it would start to weep for his lost chances, the lost time when he could have been holding her hand, smelling her scent, touching her hair, instead he worked, he toiled and every time he looked into Taylor’s face, he saw those lost chances.

Jeremy could feel Taylor tensing up with every word spoken, every step that Seth took he could feel the muscles coiling inside of Taylor’s body. God, he would kill to have his father understand 1/10th of what Seth did about him and his son. Sometimes it was too much, the way the two of them seemed to be squaring off, and yet he knew that Taylor craved for a deeper and fuller relationship with his father. It was just that he was overcome with his own brand of grief, his own slant of how it should be. Looking at Seth, the way his face was set, his jaw squared, Jeremy could see where Taylor got his stubbornness.

“My help? In what?”

Taylor felt unsteady, unsure, of just what his father was up to. He knew, deep down inside that he shouldn’t be so suspicious, but all those years of butting heads and then the sudden turn around, it just didn’t happen over night. He liked the new relationship, he wished it could be more but he also thought it would come at a price, a price he wasn’t sure he would be willing to pay.

It was strange though, ever since Billy’s birthday plans back in September, his father had changed. He wasn’t the same forbidding figure that he used to be, the cold iceman who was locked away in a deep freeze. God, he was even hugging him, him Taylor the one who had given him nothing but fits and endless headaches the last three or four years.

He did have to admit though, each time he felt his father’s arms around his slender body, he felt like he could just melt. It evoked a ton of early childhood memories of when things were happier, when he used to love sitting on his dad’s lap watching Monday night football or watching a basketball game on television.

Looking at his father pace, he suddenly realized that he really did want his help, that whatever was eating at him was something important and that he was lost. Strange, he never thought of his dad being vulnerable like this, as if he was unsure of how to proceed. God, the ‘rock’ actually did feel.

Taylor sat back in the couch, clutching tightly Jeremy’s hand, feeling strength from that touch, knowing that the heart beating next to him was his, would help him if needed and the tension seemed to lessen. As long as he had Jeremy he could deal with anything, and yes, even his father.

Somehow, looking into those piercing eyes, he didn’t fear his dad, or resent him. The cold eyes no longer seemed so forbidding, so lifeless. He squinted a little, delving deeper into the eyes, searching for something, what he wasn’t sure, but he thought, for a second, he had seen a glimmer, a hint of mirth, of happiness starting to blossom. Damn, had the old guy found someone?

“Hell, I feel like a high school kid, Taylor I have met someone who I think I want to have a relationship with… there I have said it.”

“Yeah? Well hey that’s really good dad, do I know her? Hey, it isn’t Beatrice is it?”

“BEATRICE? Taylor… god she’s 90 if she’s a day… how..”

“heheh, okay easy dad, just having fun, so what is the big deal? Shit, you aren’t worried that I would object to you dating another women?”

“Well, kind of yes, but …you are getting ahead of me.”

“That is great Dad, I really think its good you are getting out, so come on, you going to me who she is? I know, I bet its, hey Jeremy you know her name, that blonde in research, the one with the huge knockers…”

“TAYLOR”

“What? Not her?”

“Oh God why did I even think… no, okay Taylor, have you finished having your fun?”

“No, not really, but okay so what’s the big deal? Why all this drama?”

“I don’t know, I guess because well, first of all, this person is younger than me, by…”

“Well that’s most people dad…hehe”

“Funny little… damn it, okay okay you win, the whole world is younger than me, okay? Happy now?”

“Yep”

Seth looked at Taylor from under his eyes. The jovial joking mood was something he hadn’t really expected, nor the quick support, but then would he feel that way when he got the facts. So far he had merely made assumptions, and when the truth came out? How would he feel then?

“So how long you been dating this secret lady? I know, I bet it was around September, wasn’t it? Around Billy’s birthday party, bet she’s the one who came up with the idea to surprise him with the truck after dinner? Right?”

“Partially right Taylor, damn it let me finish before you really get this out of shape…”

“What’s there to get? Okay so you are dating some lady, that’s no big deal, actually I am happy for you and I am sure Billy will be too, so what’s the big deal?”

“It’s not a lady… ”

The words hung in the air, like someone had just exploded a bomb in the middle and no one knew what to do before the force hit them. Taylor had his jaw open, almost to the floor; even Jeremy seemed rocked by the soft words.

“…not a lady” was almost too much for Taylor. His fingers wrapped around Jeremy’s hand like a vice, digging in to the bone, crushing Jeremy’s own fingers together, pinching them and stopping the flow of blood to them.

“Fuck… is this a joke?”

“It’s no joke son”

“Son? Don’t ‘son’ me… fuck, how could you? I don’t get… fuck”

“Taylor…”

“No, don’t Taylor me, can you believe this Jeremy?” he said, turning to his lover. His eyes were no longer the loving blue that Jeremy was used to seeing. Instead he saw a smouldering fire burning in the eyes and he could feel the rage building up within the wiry body of his lover.

“You’re doing a guy?”

“Taylor, that is not called for.”

“you are? Aren’t you?”

“If you mean are we intimate, well yes we are… but that”

“Fuck, how do you like that… I mean hey Jeremy, what do you think of that hey? My old man is doing a guy? The same man who threatened to throw me out of the house because I was comforting my little brother,what was it you said Dad?  …oh yeah I remember, something about no queer is gonna live under my roof?  Wasn’t those your words?”

“Taylor… yes those were my words then, they were said out of anger, I never meant them, you know that, you have to know that.”

“Lord, how the hell am I supposed to have known that? Damn it… I knew it was too good to be true… fuck, so you got yourself a guy? And what, I am supposed to welcome him as my new mommy?”

“STOP IT”

“NO”

Seth was toe to toe with Taylor now, his anger was clearly rising to the forefront and he struggled to suppress it. If it caught hold he knew he would undo all the good that had happened over the last few months. He had to make Taylor understand and yet he could see the deep hurt and resentment in his eyes.

“Taylor come on, sit down, let your dad explain”

Jeremy still held tightly onto Taylor’s hand. He had almost been yanked to his own feet as Taylor had jumped to his feet, to go toe to toe with his father. He wished he knew how to help, but all he could do was listen, and hold on to Taylor, hold on and hope that calm could return.

“Explain? How can he explain all those words, those lectures and threats and all?  How can you take his side?”

“Hey, I am not taking his side, but you at least owe him the chance to explain it, shit Taylor at least you have a father who is talking to you.”

Taylor looked back and down towards Jeremy. He was leaning forward in the couch, his hand raised up holding onto his own hand still. Funny, he hadn’t realized that Jeremy never let go when he jumped up. He must of felt like he was going to have his arm ripped out of its socket.

The words seemed to have its effect. Taylor was still a brilliant red, the anger barely under control, and his eyes staring daggers at his father.

Grudgingly Taylor heeded Jeremy’s words. He was still seething but the words had their desired effect. He sat back down on the couch, clasping Jeremy’s hand to his lap, and he smiled at his lover, knowing how much it cost him to speak like that.

Jeremy wasn’t one to talk about his home life, hell either was he for that matter, but sometimes, in the dark of the night, after some heavy sex, they had talked and Jeremy had opened up, telling him about his home, his family, and how things were between him and them. He knew how painful it was for him, and he had held Jeremy in his arms, feeling his tears and his pain when he had told him all that had gone on. He couldn’t turn his back on that, and so he sat back down, to listen.

‘Thank you Jeremy”

“Look, I don’t know all that has gone on between you and Taylor, what I do know, well, I don’t know how you can explain it, I am sorry sir, you have been decent with me and I appreciate that, but I love Taylor, and well, we have lived in worse, we’ll manage no matter what.”

Seth looked at Jeremy and he could feel his quiet determination, his unquestionable support for Taylor and he felt a pang. This is what he wanted for himself, was it so wrong to seek it? ‘NO’ the voice whispered and he could feel his heart slowing, the hurt and the anger he felt, slowly being calmed as he looked at the two young men sitting together. One with rage and defiance written in every part of his face, the other with quiet determination etched on his own face.

They were a formidable looking pair he thought, as he gathered his words and prepared to fight for what he wanted. He wasn’t prepared to settle for second best, he wanted to be greedy for a change, he wanted the love and respect of his kids, but he also wanted the love and respect of someone for him, not as their parent but as their partner, their mate.

“Taylor you and I have butted heads for a long time, a lot of it is my fault, most of even, and yes, I did say a lot of nasty things back then.

I didn’t understand it, hell I still don’t really understand it, and back then, well, I lashed out at you, and that was wrong, and yes I hurt you with those words, words that should never have left my mouth, words that should never have even been thought of, but all I can say is that at that time, I was too lost to know better, too… too angry at myself to force myself to think of what I was saying.

I can’t undo those words, I can’t take away the hurt I caused you… but Taylor, I look at how much you have grown, how much you have become a wonderful man and I see the cause, I see how much your love for Jeremy has softened you and yet strengthened you too.”

“That’s all fine and stuff… but”

“Let me finish… please… I didn’t come here to ruin what we have been building these last few months, but I also know we can’t have anything real, anything substantial if I hide how I feel

For whatever reason, I wish that what had happened back then never had, I won’t defend it, I can’t, I won’t excuse it either Taylor, there is no excuse, all I can say is that in the shock, the heat of the moment, I reacted badly. I acted like a fool, but I wasn’t the person I had been or am now.

Damn it, I want to understand, I want to know the how’s and why’s of things that concern my boys, yes both of you even though you think I favour Billy, it isn’t true, not in my heart, I truly feel that.

I am tired Taylor, tired of having only memories fro comfort at night. I look at your brother, at how he has changed so much since he found Mike and how much they truly do belong together, and I see you, how you rush home to be here when Jeremy gets home, how you greet your success and your failure not by others, but by how Jeremy is going to react.

I am not good at this parenting thing, I never really was, your mother was the true parent, she is the one who instilled your independence in you, she is the one who taught you what to believe in and she is the one who taught you how to get it, how to defend it and how to enjoy it. I never could do that, and she tried to teach me, she was succeeding but she was taken before I could understand it all.

Several years ago, it took your younger brother to stop me from losing everything, it was his quiet determination that stopped me from making a mistake I would have died regretting, and it is your brother now who has taught me to let go of the past, to cherish what was but to look ahead again, that is all I want Taylor, is that so wrong?”

“No, I guess not, but all those words, and now you and another guy?”

“Taylor, I have never been comfortable with sex, when I was young I never could feel at ease discussing it, or doing it.  I had fooled around, I had experimented as they say, but when I met your mother, oh Taylor, you can’t know how things changed for me, I don’t even know if I can explain it even now, but I never have felt so much love, so much desire and it has taken me years to understand that it wasn’t a once in a lifetime gift, unless I stop living, then it will be all I will have.”

“I can sort of see that, but I still don’t understand how you could, I mean you and I, we have fought for so many years, you never fought with Billy that way, why me? Why?”

Taylor was in tears, and Seth could feel the pain in his own heart. He saw Jeremy reaching over and holding him, letting his tears run into his shoulders as he comforted Taylor, doing what he should be doing.

Seth knelt down by his son’s feet and he took the two hands into his own and looked into the tear stained face. He could still see remnants of defiance, but he also saw the small young boy who had fallen out of the tree and was scared, he saw the young boy who had ran his bike into a wall and scraped his face.

He reached up with one of his large hands, and gently he wiped away a tear, feeling the wetness against the back of his hand. The pain was real, and he could see his wife’s face before him as he gently stroked the blond hair, feeling the same softness and he knew that she was here now, with him, helping him become the father she had expected him to be.

“Taylor it was never you, I love you so much, it was me son, don’t you see that? I was so lost in grief for your mother, I couldn’t see beyond that; I had lost the one part of me that was important”

“But Billy and I were important too, you didn’t lose us.”

“No, I almost did though, but Taylor I was so much in love with your mother, her loss was like my heart had been ripped out, and well, every time I would see you, I would feel that pain again, it wasn’t fair or right”

“Me? But why me? What did I do to make you feel like that? I tried to comfort you, but you kept pushing me away, you pushed us both away, why? We needed you.”

“Taylor, you know how you feel when you are away from Jeremy for the day?”

“Yes, but..”

“You feel empty don’t you? Sort of like a part of you is missing, right?”

“Yeah”

“Okay, but you know that at supper you will see him again, so the pain isn’t really that bad is it?”

“No, I guess not.”

“Okay, now imagine making that pain a million times worse, and add that come supper time, breakfast time, lunch time, you are still going to feel that, because there is no Jeremy to come home to. Pretty painful don’t you think?”

“Yes”

“Okay well that is how I felt then, I would go to work, feeling empty, and knowing that no matter what I wouldn’t have her face or her smile to make it better.”

“Okay, I can see that, I mean, well I understand that. I still don’t…”

“I know, now imagine that you come home to a room full of Jeremy’s reminders. The place where you had your first fight, the place where you had a wild passionate embrace, or where he told you he got a super grade on a paper, and everywhere you turn there are those reminders.

Imagine then too that every day you walk into this house, not only are you greeted by all those ghosts, all those memories that you two made, but you are greeted by a smaller version of him, his son, who when he crinkles his nose he looks just like him, or when he says,  ‘aaah dad please…’ you hear his voice, or when he is walking away from you to go up the stairs, you see that walk that always made you weak at the knees, and every day Taylor, every single day you are forced to see that, to know that you will never have her touch again, never again hear her voice laugh out at your sick jokes, never hear her tell you how much she loves you,

Oh god Taylor it was like being in pure hell, everywhere I turned she was there, the time we fought over your 10th birthday party, the time she told me that Billy had lost a tooth, the time she spoke of how she hoped you’d be a lawyer like me, all of that was there, day in and day out and on top of it all, there was you, the walking talking image of her.

I loved her so much Taylor and every time I saw you, every time I heard your voice, or looked into your sad face, I could see her, I could smell her, and I felt the pain all over again, it never died down, it never left me for a second or diminished for an instant.

It was always there, fresh as if the news had just been told to me again, every second of every day for all those years Taylor… oh god I am so sorry my son, please, I know it wasn’t fair, it wasn’t right, I love you so much and yet then, then I couldn’t face you, the pain was too much, too hard for me to even face.

I went into a shell, I became what I had dreaded, what I had vowed to never become and I made you suffer for that, and somehow, I never could tell you, neither of you.

Damn it, I would walk the halls at night, looking in on you a thousand times a night, stand by the door just staring at you sleeping, watching you toss and turn, wanting to go over and just hold you, and yet my grief wouldn’t let me.”

“I never knew Dad, why”

“I never let you know Taylor, I couldn’t or I would have lost it completely. I am so sorry for it all, and it took your brother to make me realize it all.”

“Billy? How”

“Back then, when we had that fight, the final straw as it was, you were going to leave, and I couldn’t let you go and yet it was only because of me that you were going to leave, I had no idea of how to stop you, how to reach you and I was angry, but not at you, at myself, and yes, I am ashamed to say, at your mother.”

“At mom? But she, it wasn’t her fault”

“No, but I blamed her for not being there, I know it wasn’t rational, hell I doubt if I was rational during that whole time, at least on the inside I wasn’t.

It was easier with Billy because yes he has some of her ways, her mannerisms, but he looks more like me than you do, you are a spitting image of her at times, and when you wore your hair long, you could pass for her younger sister, I know that doesn’t sound right, but it’s the way I felt.

Looking at you, the pouting face or the sad sullen eyes, were like hers, and it drove a stake into my heart each time, and I didn’t know how to deal with it.

Instead of it making us closer it drove us apart, I pushed you away, because instead of relishing the memories your features brought, I dreaded facing them alone. It wasn’t that my memories were bad, we had so many good times together, I can’t begin to tell you, but I wasn’t a good husband, I worked when maybe I should have been at home, and each time I saw you, each time it made me remember her, I felt my shame for not being there when I should have been, so instead of facing that, I pushed you away, almost out of my life, but for your brother.”

“I know he talked to you, but, I mean how could he, what did he say?”

“He didn’t really say much, you know Billy, he gets that look on his face and you know a storm is coming. All he did was come into the room and stand there, that look on his face.

I asked him what he wanted and he just looked at me, then he walked over to her dresser, and picked up that picture of all of us by the pool, and he brought it over to me.

I was a mess Taylor, and that picture meant so much to me and all he said was

‘Taylor isn’t mom Dad, but if he goes, so do I’

and then he handed me the picture and left the room.”

“My god, I never knew”

“I know, you know I cried for over an hour straight, woth that picture in my hand and I don’t know how or when but my fingers cracked the glass and I cut myself on the broken glass.

I don’t know how he knew, or how he could understand the power that particular picture had over me. Taylor it was almost like your mother talking to me, telling me to smarten up.

I tried Taylor, I really did.”

Seth just knelt there, his body trembling from the depths of emotion that he was feeling. The soft touch of Taylor’s hand on his head made him look up and he saw the tears in his son’s face. He couldn’t explain it, but he loved him so much that he couldn’t move, he just looked into the blue eyes, tears of his own rolling down his face.

“Dad, I really never knew, I guess I was lost in my own grief, I thought, well that I had lost both parents, I mean it felt so..”

“I know Taylor, I wish I could take back all that past between us, I can’t though”

“Yeah, I guess not”

They just looked at each other, neither sure where they were going to go from here. Both of them were lost in their own minds, each of them reliving some of those times, feeling all over again the pain of the words, but now in a different way, they still hurt but there was more understanding now.

“Taylor, I really want this to work, I am not going to leave this time.”

“Yeah, I can see that, so how, I mean, when did all this happen with this guy?”

“Awhile back I guess, I don’t really know when, but yeah it sort of came more open around your brother’s birthday.”

“Yeah, so, you have been seeing him a lot?”

“Lately I have, it took me a bit to call him and well, you know I am not speedy”

“Yeah, so, why are you telling me?”

” I guess because I want him to be a full part of my life son, I want our relationship to be open, least with you and Billy”

“So what, you going to bring him to the house?”

“Well, actually, I, I have been thinking of asking him to come and live at the house.”

“What does Billy say about all this?”

“He doesn’t know yet, I wanted to talk it over with you first.”

“You haven’t told Billy yet?”

“No”

Taylor stared at his father, a sort of pride inside of him was growing, also he was feeling a bit overwhelmed by all the things that had passed between them this evening. Funny, but it felt good being the first this time, usually it was Billy who always knew what was up before he did.

“It’s your house, I guess you can have you want there”

“It is also your home Taylor, yours and your brother’s”

“Yeah, well, maybe he’s the one you should be talking to.”

“Taylor, I came here not to fight, even though I guess I knew you wouldn’t be thrilled by all this, but son, I have to do this.”

“Why? I mean, its not like you are pregnant or he is, hehe”

“Oh God, you even have her sense of humour too, oh Taylor I love you so much, I really do and I know I haven’t been there for you, I want to be now, I know its late, but son, please, I want to be there, I want us to be a family again…”

Seth couldn’t believe it, it was like this was his only chance, even though he knew that this discussion would rage on for some time. It was like he had to make it clear; he couldn’t handle losing this war. The tears were still rolling down his face, his knees were numb from being on the floor and yet all he could think of was holding Taylor.

Taylor looked at his father, kneeling at his feet and it was a strange sight for him. All of his memories were really of this stern man, this man who didn’t laugh, cry or feel but that wasn’t right. He hadn’t always been that way, a long time ago he had been like he was now, and he knew he liked this version much better.

As he sat there, he wondered how so much could have gone wrong and yet he knew he still loved him. He was confused, this sudden switch was something he didn’t know how to handle but he could sort of hear a soft whistling tune flow through him, a sort of whisper that made his heart flip over, made his body tingle a little at the chance that he could once again recapture all those lost moments with his father, if he could just get past his anger.

“When you going to tell Billy?”

“I don’t know, I need to talk it over with Chris first, that’s his name, and you know him too Taylor, he’s…”

“Chris? The money manager? Shit, he’s hot”

“Hot? Oh, yeah he is? I thought so but well I wasn’t sure, I mean”

“hehe, oh yeah dad, he’s hot, believe me he’s hot, you met him Jeremy, that guy who handles the families trust?”

“Shit, him? Yeah he’s a hot piece for sure, good going there Mr Bradford”

Seth stood up, his knees aching and he could feel his legs tingling, feeling returning to them as he walked the kinks out. He could feel his heart beating just a little slower, the approval of his choice in men seeming to help ease the old tired feeling in his mind.

He sat down in the chair, and stared at his son. He could still see the clouds of doubts, and even, still, the anger he felt, but he also something else, a change was happening, a dawning was coming to Taylor and he was going to be there to see it happen, and for some reason he knew that while they would still have more discussions on this, the worst was over, he still had his son and the bridge between them had some new planks on it, some new sturdy planks.

Seth sat in his car for several moments, staring at the sky that shone out in the southern California sky. Funny, he used to enjoy his time looking at the stars, and here he was full circle doing it again, only alone. Well, not for long if he had his way and with that resolve he once more exited his car and started a long walk up to face another hurdle in his quest for a second chance at true happiness.

As he waited for the door to open, he smiled at how his son and son in law had been so impressed by his choice in men. Well there was no doubt that Christopher Jenkins was a good-looking man, and when he smiled, god he could melt. He laughed as he bounded up the stairs, thinking that it was like being a high school kid rushing to his girlfriend’s house after scoring the winning touchdown in a game.

He knocked hard on the door, and as it opened he didn’t wait, he just leapt into Chris’ arm and almost made him fall over. He hugged him and then, as the door was slammed shut by his foot he kissed Chris full on the lips, tasting the man that was his.

“Whoa, now that is what I call a greeting, so I am guessing your stop at Taylor’s was good?”

“Good, damn straight it was Chris… damn he is such a man, I mean really Chris, you need to get to know him better, him and Billy too”

“I would like nothing better Seth, but uh, well there is this one little problem…”

“Little problem? NO, no little problem, not even a problem, I won’t let it be one.”

“Huh? Seth, what the hell has gotten into you?”

“You have, she has, they have, everyone has… now come here stud, I need your arms around me”

Chris almost fainted, this was not Seth Bradford, the forbidding lawyer. This was some stranger and he couldn’t fathom what the hell had gone on that had suddenly made this tall quiet formidable man act like a school kid. He didn’t have much chance to ponder it either as he felt the long massive arms grab hold of him and pull him into his body.

He could feel him crushing his ribs as he hugged him and he felt something else, he felt the solid lump of flesh in the man’s pants and he cried out as Seth pinched his ass. God, this was too bizarre and before he knew what was happening he felt himself falling back onto the living room couch.

The sound of his heart thumping in his chest was overpowering, he could feel the blood racing as his hands mauled the poor surprised Chris. Every part of the man was intoxicating as he let himself go. For the first time in many years, Seth abandoned his self-control and allowed his heart to dictate the terms.

Seth’s full lips stifled the surprised protests from Chris, and he devoured his objections with his tongue, tasting the man’s savoury presence as he kissed him all over, his eyes, his nose even.

Chris could feel the passion bursting forth and his own heart started to respond without even thinking. His shirt had become undone and there before Seth’s eager face was his well defined chest, the hairs sticking upwards, his deep red nipples fully erect, as was his own penis.

With amazing strength, for an older man, Seth had Chris pinned to the couch and he leaned upwards now, his face towering over Chris. He smiled down at him, the desire clearly evident in his eyes but so was something else, it was like the man had suddenly been released and the animal inside was now free to roam at will.

“What the fuck has gotten into you?”

“Shut up and kiss me” was all Seth said and he proceeded to kiss the firm nipples, letting Chris’ hand dig into his chestnut hair, pulling at the short strands as his mouth worked the nipples. His tongue licking at it, sending wave after wave of pure electricity into the 37 year old’s body.

“Seth, oh god, shit…”

“Yeah, Come on Chris..” and with those words Chris felt Seth’s strong hands groping down at his groin and he could feel his pants giving way to the urgent pressure of Seth’s fingers.

“I’ll buy you new pants” he groaned out as his hands ripped open the casual pants. The button clasp going flying outwards, landing somewhere off the coffee table with a soft clattering sound.

“Fuck the pants, oh God, come here” was all Chris could muster as he reached up and grabbed the 40 year old lawyer in his hands, his two hands holding the firm cheeks, feeling the stubble of the beard growing, and he brought the face close to his own and with an awakened sense of passion he thrust his tongue forward, parting the moist lips and tasting Seth’s mouth.

It was like they were both back in junior high, fumbling with buttons, zippers and clasps and somehow or another they lay now on the soft plush carpet of Chris’ living room floor. Their bodies glistened in the soft yellow of the room’s light, the sweat making them shine as the rolled around together, banging into the coffee table, forcing it out of place and even making some of the nick nacks fall to their side with their passion.

Their arms held each other tight, their mouths exploring each other’s as if it was their first time French kissing. Oh God it felt good, Chris thought briefly before another spasm overtook him and he could feel his legs trembling and his arms shaking with the man’s power in them.

He couldn’t focus on anything except the wild gyrations of the strong muscular body on top of him. His body was nothing more than a quivering bundle of nerves and the two men fondled each other. Just like back in junior high, they groaned with each new sensation, each new touch of a part of the body and while they had had sex before, this wasn’t sex, this was wild unabashed passion.

Seth couldn’t stop himself, he wanted to tell Chris everything, but right now he needed to be with him, to be in him and have him in him and that was all he could think of as his hands felt the solid steel rod that was pressing up against his belly, his own equally hard cock wedged between the firm thighs of Chris.

Shit, if this was what his kids felt each time, then he could understand why their bedroom door was always closed. He closed his eyes, seeing the smiling face and he knew it was right as his hand wrapped itself around the thick blood gorged pole of Chris. He felt the heat and as his hand closed itself around the throbbing flesh, he could feel the body shaking beneath him with excitement and anticipation.

He slid down the heaving chest, his mouth nipping briefly at the erect nipples, making them harden even more and he could feel the breath coming in short gasps to Chris’ body as he licked his chest hairs, making them slick with his saliva and then his tongue worked around the belly button, not in it, just around it as his one hand pushed up against the full balls beneath his own quaking chest muscles.

His other hand now firmly feeling the legs, the thigh muscles as they coiled up, waiting for more and he knew that tonight there would be lots more to come. His mouth now flicked the tongue out, letting it curl at the tip and then push hard into the recess of the belly button, making Chris jump a little and squirm. Oh God this felt so good and he moved on, his mouth kissing now the soft tender part of the belly, the small treasure trail of hair being matted even more, tiny beads of sweat dropped from his forehead onto the already slick flesh, joining the growing river of sweat and saliva, flowing down towards the huge prize.

Seth leaned back a little, to let his face just take it all in and he could feel his heart, it was pounding like it had many many years ago, the desire was overwhelming to him, the way his whole body ached to join the one beneath him, just as it had ached for so many years earlier with her.

The terrible ache in his chest was almost the same, the weak feeling in his extremities was almost identical and the flood of memories that the touch of his body against Chris’ body was almost too much for his mind and once more his eyes closed as he bent down, his lips now lightly pressing up against the dripping cock head of Chris.

The smell seemed to fill every part of his body with its fragrance and he could feel his own body reacting as it drank deeply of that special man scent, the salty taste of the pre cum now rolling around inside his mouth as he flicked drop after drop into it. He was holding on to the throbbing 8 ½ inch cock, feeling its power as he licked it, tasting every part of the long hot thick cock, enjoying it for the first time, not worrying if it was right or wrong, but just enjoying it for what it was, the symbol of the man who had awakened his heart after so long of a time.

The thought of that only made his own body ache more and he could feel this strange urge in his lower body as he struggled to hold the throbbing man meat in his hands. Chris was squirming like never before and his own wild abandoned emotions seemed to be infectious, as Chris started to moan loudly with each flick of his tongue, the man who had absolute control was losing that control and that only drove Seth even wilder.

Chris had always been in control, always able to manage the proceedings but tonight Seth’s heart was in charge, and it was feeling its oats as it guided the body. The tongue suddenly stopped licking, it kissed the cock root, pressing lightly against the underside of the huge cock, and then slowly it blew a soft wisp of air over the steaming cock and before Chris could realize what was happening, he found his whole cock suddenly engulfed in the warm wet mouth of Seth.

In one solid swoop he had taken the monster cock into his mouth, the head of it banging up against the far recesses of his throat, a slight gagging but his heart refused to let his throat ruin it and made it calm down, made it open wider to take the whole penis deep inside and the tongue now was running all around the huge pole inside of its own mouth.

The body heaved under the sudden assault and as it raised itself up two strong firm hands grasped the sweating flesh of the buttocks and dug in. The fingers refusing to release their death like hold on the quivering mounds of flesh and instead of letting the body relax, the hands forced them even higher up in the air, forcing the quaking penis to lodge itself deeper inside the eager mouth.

Chris was swearing as his body shook to the forceful pressures that were attacking it. He couldn’t stop himself, and he could feel his balls slinging themselves up, forcing themselves to be tight up against his own throbbing penis. The wave of heat and the unbearable sensations of joy that were sweeping inside him made him cry out time in and time out.

The words and the noises went unheeded as Seth continued to push upwards on the quivering cheeks, forcing that hard cock to stay inside of his mouth, his tongue running its rough edges all around the jerking penis and he could feel the blood rushing inwards, all along the thick vein underneath and he prepared himself.

Chris couldn’t control it, his hand slapped the side of the couch with a vegence, his head rolled from side to side on the plush carpet and his other hand was balled into a fist pounding down on Seth’s heaving shoulder as the blood left the outer regions of his body and flowed fast and furious to his groin.

With one last long loud shout he felt his body buck upwards, his cock digging even deeper into the accepting throat and he felt the sudden release of his milk as his whole body now danced to the strange vibrations of his nerves.

Every part of his body shook, every nerve tingled and rang out with pleasure as every muscle inside uncoiled and his body trembled to the force of his explosion. He could feel Seth gag on the sudden flood of cum and yet he couldn’t stop himself, he pounded even harder on the man’s shoulder, feeling bone as his fist struck, his other hand sore and white from its own wild pounding against the frame of the couch and his head was tossing back and forth, his chest heaved as it too shook to the continuing rolling explosion of his pleasure.

Seth felt the cock rearing backwards and his mind knew what was coming and still it surprised him. The force was something he had never experienced and the warm salty taste filled his mouth before he could even swallow and then he couldn’t get enough of it. He sucked on the pulsing penis, forcing every drop to flow outwards and into his mouth.

He swallowed eagerly, taking it all down his throat, letting every drop of the warm liquid flow down his throat, coat it with its sticky sweetness and salty aftertaste. He groaned his pleasure as he continued to suck, continued to press and hold onto the throbbing love tool. His eyes were shut, tight, and yet he could see bright lights flashing before him, stars twinkling above and the sun glowing its brilliance all at the same time.

Chris was panting, his body exhausted from the sudden attack and explosion. He had never, in his life, experienced such a forceful love making, and he could feel his heart still pounding from the excitement of it all as his cock slowly was being released from the unbelievable pressure of Seth’s lips. He could feel it slowly being let out, the lips taking whatever remnants of his cum off, refusing to even let a drop escape its wild desire for it.

They laid there, the two men sweating still, their breaths laboured as time passed them by and the night grew on. Chris finally managed to look down and he saw the glint in the chestnut eyes and his own hazel eyes opened even wider. No way, there was no way that he could take more and yet the idea thrilled him as he watched Seth reach out with one hand to fumble on the coffee table and then he saw him sit up, his hand clutching the soft square black package.

As he lay there, prone on the floor, his eyes bulged as the thin package was ripped open by a strange and urgent desire, no pretence, no asking permission, it was just opened and the covering tossed aside.

Seth stood up on his knees, straddling the still slightly shaking legs of Chris and he proceeded to place the glistening plastic object onto the tip of his still unbelievably hard penis. Chris could see the white glitter of the pre cum and he licked his lips, his heart still pounding, his chest still heaving, and his lungs still panting as Seth rolled the navy blue condom down his throbbing 8-inch cock.

His hazel eyes followed every part of the action, watching the plastic unroll down every inch, covering every vein, every wrinkle, every crevice of the throbbing cock and he could feel his pulse running away. He could feel his muscles coiling once more and a deep feeling of anticipation started to quiver within his body. In the pit of his stomach he felt the sudden overwhelming need to raise himself up and he did, resting on his elbows, as his legs banged up against the firm lawyer’s thighs.

The final push and the condom now was unfurled fully, the huge 8 inch cock fully covered in its shiny protection and slowly Seth raised one hand to his face, where he licked the two fingers, coating them with his saliva then quickly he brought the fingers down, to slide them along the throbbing cock head, coating the lightly lubricated condom with his spit and then he looked up at Chris.

The eyes, oh God, the eyes were amazing to Chris. He saw a glowing flash of orange inside and he felt his legs slowly being spread open, the massive knees of his man making him open. The coffee table once more forced to move out of the way, and the living room couch also now was forced to move to one side as Chris’ legs were spread wide open and the eyes continued to just burn into him.

Chris could feel his legs being raised and he saw the dark eyes gleaming, the sparkle growing even brighter as they came closer to him and he felt the muscles inside groan as his legs were raised upwards, the powerful force of Seth’s body now holding them, eager to feel the flesh against his own flesh and all this time Chris could see nothing but the burning desire in the auburn eyes.

The sudden jabbing pain lanced through his whole body, he cried out with the pain as the huge 1 ¾ inch thick cock suddenly was penetrating his rectum. He hadn’t even felt it slide up his canal, or wedge itself up against his tight pink muscle but he felt it enter him.

His own hazel eyes clouded over, his arms felt weak and he could feel himself falling backwards as the strong face of his lover loomed over him and as he entered him. It was like being in heaven, the pain no longer hurting as his body took the entry, then eagerly seemed to swallow the 8 inch penis up, taking it quickly inside, wrapping its own special velvet lining around the wonderful tool of love and feeling it grow even stronger deep inside of him.

His heart had been racing before, now it kicked into overdrive as his whole body felt the sudden union become even stronger, even harder and his eyes closed to the sight of two full red lips coming down towards his mouth

It was too much for him, the touch of Chris’ lips on his own, the feeling surrounding his penis was unbearable as he felt himself sinking, falling forwards, his 188 pound frame crushing that of Chris’ lighter 179 pound frame. Together the two bodies melted into one.

Like a jet engine suddenly being opened up wide his heart started to race forward, his lungs gasped for air as his body crushed into Chris’, the loud vibrant sounds of wet flesh smacking into wet flesh filled the room and echoed in their ears as the two bodies joined together, harder, faster each time, no longer able to contain themselves, no longer bound by any rules, any restrictions and together they cried out as their bodies filled each other, made them weep with the power of their union.

Chris couldn’t stop, tears rolled down his cheeks as he felt Seth’s breath brush past his lips, his own tongue now wedged firmly on top of Seth’s, deep in the mouth of his man and he could feel their hearts, together, beating on top of each other as if they were just one organ.

Seth couldn’t wait, his whole body was trembling, every part of his body was tingling as the blood drained from everywhere and rushed to meet the soft muscles of Chris’ insides. His penis grew and shook with each thrust, each push and he could feel his balls tight up against him, slapping hard against the quivering flesh of Chris’ buttocks.

With a loud cry the like of which hadn’t passed his lips for years, Seth started to shake uncontrollably, his whole body now like a pool of liquid jelly. His heart felt like it was no longer in his chest; it ached so much and was screaming its own wild sounds as he crashed once more into the soft pliable body of Chris. His eyes were clenched shut tight, lights flashing everywhere, and his mind was lost in a tidal wave of pure pleasure as he felt himself grinding his hips inwards, his cock jerking hard deep within Chris, smashing from side to side as it struggled with the force of its explosion, contained barely by the thin blue sheath.

His muscles could no longer support him, his heart was still pounding and he heard the echoes of love past in his ears as he collapsed on top of Chris. His body quivering, gluing itself to the sticky sweat soaked flesh of Chris. It was as if the last drop of air had finally escaped from his lungs, as he gasped for more, struggling not to faint, desperate to remain joined and together the two bodies vibrated, shaking to the tremendous force of the unleashed power of their love for each other.

They lay there together, the night growing old as slowly they returned to the present time. Both of them still panting but totally spent. Seth couldn’t believe how he felt, like he had suddenly broken free of a huge pair of shackles and he laid there, his head resting on the heaving chest of Chris.

“Oh God Seth, what the fuck got into you”

“You complaining?”

“Shit no, oh man, I am exhausted.”

“Yeah? Too exhausted to maybe, well, maybe go for a bit more?”

Chris looked down his chest, at the source of the soft panting voice. Was he kidding? No way, he couldn’t but as the thought of rejecting another bout of that love making his eyes made contact with those of Seth. Oh shit, the desire seemed to just well up inside of him and while every part of his body ached from earlier, he knew he wanted more, a lot more.

“Nope, you going to stay?”

“You asking?”

“Yep”

“Then I am staying.”

“Fuck, what, don’t misunderstand, I love this, but what, all of a sudden,”

“I don’t know, guess it was time, and Chris”

“Yes?”

“I told Taylor”

“WHAT? You told him about me?”

“Yes, and tomorrow I’ll tell Billy, well, later tomorrow, after we have some more ‘get acquainted’ time. Hehe”

“PIG, yeah? Really Seth? I mean are you sure?”

“Yes, its time Chris, enough of this sneaking around, now give me that phone over there”

“Yes Sir, who the hell you calling at this time of night? Shit, it’s almost midnight…”

“Billy, he’ll be worrying if I am not there in the morning, now hush, and do you have any food in this place? I am starved for some reason, and I need my strength… don’t I?”

Seth grinned at Chris and they both knew exactly what he meant.

The sound of the phone ringing didn’t faze him, he still slept on, soft snoring sounds but the sudden movement of Mike’s arm brought him fully awake. The sound of the phone finally becoming comprehensible to him as Mike murmured.

God, he looked so damn hot, laying there with his head twisted one way, his arm flung out and over his own chest and his other dangling down the side of the bed. Hmm, maybe one day he’d con his dad into getting them a bigger bed, so Mike could really stretch out.

Who the hell was phoning now he thought as he tried to wiggle out from under Mike’s arm, afraid he’d wake him but knowing that if he didn’t answer the phone it would wake him. Slowly he lifted the arm and had his one foot out of the bed when Mike suddenly sat up.

“Huh? What’s wrong? Where you going and what the fuck”

“I don’t know, someone’s phoning awfully late, hang on”

He jumped out now, no longer having to worry about waking up Mike and he was angry too, whoever it was had waken up his man, and that wasn’t good.

“HELLO” he yelled into the phone, his anger obvious in his tone.

“OH dad, hey something wrong?”

“No Son, did I wake you or were you? Hehe”

“Huh? No we were asleep, what’s wrong? Why you calling, shit its after 12″

“I am sorry, I uh, just wanted to tell you I wouldn’t be home tonight, and that I’d see you later tomorrow.”

“Oh okay, you staying at the office?”

“No, no, look I am not sure when I’ll get home, you two going to be hanging around there all day?”

“Uh yeah sure, uh well where are you going to be staying?”

“At a friends place, don’t you worry about it, now go back to sleep son.”

“Okay dad, love you”

“I love you too Billy, oh Billy”

“Yes?”

“Tell Mike I love him too…”

“Huh? Oh sure, okay, well goodnight then”

“Goodnight son, oh Billy one more thing”

“yeah? What dad?”

“Give mike a goodnight kiss for me like a good boy, will you? …goodnight”

Before Billy could say another word, the phone went dead and his father had hung up. He sat in his desk chair, the receiver in his hand and he just looked at it, totally bewildered.

“What’s wrong?”

Billy jumped, as Mike stood right beside him, totally naked and a look of concern on his face. God he was amazing, how he could read his mind, know when to be there, when to back off.

“Nothing, I guess, shit I don’t know… it was dad”

“Yeah I got that from all the ‘yes dad’s’ …so what did he want?”

“He’s staying at a friends”

“Really? Cool man”

“Yeah, I think he’s got a girlfriend, damn I bet that’s it”

“Well, something like that”

“Huh? Whatever Mike, I mean he’s really acting weird, he told me to tell you he loves you”

“Really? Shit that’s nice”

“Yeah, he also told me to give you a kiss for him.”

“hehe, hey I like your dad, wish he’d phone you more often with those orders… haha so ?”

“So what?”

“So you going to listen to your father or do I have to tell him when he gets home you wouldn’t give me my kiss?”

“Pervert”

“Yep, now come here wifey and give me a kiss like your daddy says or I’ll paddle your butt”

“Oh and with whose army, wifey? You fucking bastard.. I’ll get you for that”

“It’s what I am hoping for, so?”

Billy stared at Mike. The green eyes were sparkling once more and as his eyes slowly travelled along the young body, taking in the small but firm pink nipples, the slightly hollow around the rib cage and the darkening treasure trail that led to a surprisingly very firm and solid 6 inch cock, Billy felt like the world was a perfect place to be, and he smiled as he saw Mikes extend his hand to him.

He reached up and took the hand, knowing that his lover was about to show him some more of that damn hot Sheppard love which he never did get enough of. Well, if his dad hadn’t wanted him to be a good son, he should never tell him to give Mike a kiss, and he laughed as he wondered what his dad would say if he knew what his orders led to.

“What’s so funny?”

“You, now come on, I got a kiss to give you”

“Is that all?”

Mike smiled, that smile that made Billy weak at the knees, knowing that tonight was special. As he watched Billy come into his arms, he wondered if Mr Bradford would tell Billy about Chris. He was sure that is who he was with, and man, was Billy going to be fun to watch when he found out. With that thought he picked up Billy in one swell swoop and tossed him onto the bed.