Nathan's Father


"It wasn't rape. I wanted to be there, Caleb. I could have gotten away."

"Luc, I don't remember any of it. Not one bit."

"I know you don't. But you only hurt me for a minute. Aren't all virgins supposed to bleed a little?" My try at levity was a dismal failure. He looked even more haunted than before.

"You hadn't ever before? Not once?"

"No. I never had the opportunity before. I didn't want to before."

"But Luc, I didn't know it was you. I didn't know you were gay."

"So, does it change anything? Do you not care about me anymore because I'm gay?"

"Of course not. But I hurt you. I would rather cut off my arm than hurt you."

"It didn't hurt for long. And you obviously needed to be with someone. I'm glad it was me who was with you."

"I don't drink Luc. I really don't. I was just so damn lonely. I am going to miss you and Nathan when you go away to school. I'm going to be alone. So I was feeling sorry for myself."

"I don't mind. I know you were lonely. You talked a lot before you passed out. It only made my feelings for you stronger." With that he looked up sharply at me, staring into my eyes, trying to find an explanation. The question was obvious in his eyes. "Yes Caleb. I love you. I have been in love with you for some time."

"Oh Luc. Why?"

"You sat by me all night in the hospital. You are the only who ever gave a damn about my well-being. You weren't just my friend. You cared for me. You cared about me. I love you."

With that, Caleb pulled the drain on the tub and grabbed a towel. He helped me stand and started drying my body. Then he pulled me back to his bedroom. He lay down on the bed and pulled me on top of him. I got hard instantly. I kissed him, but he didn't respond. I pulled back to look at him. He told me it was my turn. I got harder and I felt myself drip on him. But I wanted him to at least like the idea of sleeping with me.

Caleb wrapped his legs around me and pulled me to him, but I pulled away. I didn't think he would like it if I tried to arouse him, but I could at least make it good for him. I stood and went back into the bathroom, slightly hobbled from the ache in my ass. I found some Vaseline and came back to the bed. Caleb looked oddly at me, but stayed where he was. I knelt between his legs. I took some of the thick jelly on my fingers and smeared it around Caleb. Then I pulled another huge dollop out and pushed into him. I moved in and out with one finger, adding a second then third when he shifted, letting out a slight groan. I watched as his shaft began to thicken. That is when I knew I could move forward.

I added more Vaseline to my hand and fisted my shaft, coating and greasing my cock. I pushed into him, letting the jelly do its work. I felt him squeeze me as I watched Caleb grunt. Then he stood at full attention and I pushed further into him. I felt a hard ridge as I pushed forward and when I hit it, Caleb shuddered under me, crying out with a muffled curse. I pulled his thighs over my hips, letting him lock his ankles behind my knees. I pushed into him completely, staying in place, watching his face and feeling his body accommodate me. Then he did the most amazing thing, he pushed against me and moaned. I watched as a pearly drop of his essence beaded then dribbled down his hard, flared head and dripped into his thick, soft, lavish pubic hair.

I felt him grip me and heard him cry out. I kept moving, the ache in my ass keeping me from getting too close to the end. And at that moment I realized I could build for a long time, pushing into Caleb, feeding our pleasure. And I did just that. I moved a hand up and stroked his body, feeling the hairy planes of his chest, pushing slightly against the muscles of his abdomen, feeling them bounce and quiver with pleasure. I took a nipple between my fingers and rolled the hard nub between thumb and forefinger, tweaking his pleasure, feeling his chest bellow with his ragged grunts of ecstasy.

I was hoping to last, hoping that my uncomfortable ass would help dampen my desire, but I was building fast. Feeling the warm, moist channel and greasy jelly surround my shaft, feeling his wonderful, graceful, natural inclination to take my flesh into his, had me moaning with each forward thrust only to gasp as I pulled back. His hands became restless as he moved them over me, skimming my shoulders and back, caressing my chest and nipples, feeling my stomach, reaching through and sifting through my pubic hair before cupping my ass and pulling me into him faster and faster. Then I felt Caleb quiver under me, his entire belly and hips and groin pulsed with the impending orgasm.

I felt him squeeze me as his face contorted and his voice became loud screams of pleasure. I watched his shaft twitch hard with the first expulsion of his seed, quickly followed by eight other heavy pulses, twitching his shaft, forcing his body to release over and over. With the final grunt of pleasure, Caleb collapsed on the bed and pulled me down to him. He moved his head closer to me, grasping the back of my head, pulling me to his lips. He kissed me, grinding his lips with mine, wedging his tongue into my mouth, dueling with it, sucking on it, adding infinitely tender sensations to shoot through me. I felt my belly tighten, pulling itself tighter, curving me inward as my thighs tensed and clamped against his ass. My cock got thicker and harder than I had ever felt before. I pulled off his mouth only to moan in one long, loud, deep reverberation of pleasure as I came hard, filling his body with my essence, my seed, my soul, my love.

I collapsed against his sweaty chest, my face burrowing in the damp, matted hair. I was trembling. I could die at this moment and be happy. I was sore. My muscles were tired and I don't think I could get another erection to save my life. But good God I was so happy at that moment. I nestled against Caleb's chest, wanting so badly to go to sleep. But it wasn't meant to be. I felt Caleb still hard and steely, grinding into my hip.

I looked up into his face and asked what was going on. He explained that he had always been able to go all night, three or four times at least, and that he stayed erect until he collapsed in exhaustion. I guess I had awakened a sleeping giant. But I was too tired and wasn't hard enough to go at it again. So I slid my body out and down his. I met his shaft, still dribbling thick pearls of semen. I took him in my mouth, feeling and tasting the soft, velvety tip. I took him deeper and felt myself accept all of him as I moved further and further down his thick shaft. "My God Luc, no one has ever…" I kept moving. "I heard about this, but never thought, …" I swirled my tongue around him. "Oh, Luc. I never knew. Oh yes, do that again …" I sucked hard at his flared crown, flicking my tongue over and over against it. "Oh Luc! Oh Luc! Oh Luc! Go faster. Oh you are so …" I kept moving, feeling him tighten and climb towards release. "Luc! Luc! Luc …" I felt him spasm as his shaft twitched hard in my mouth. Then I tasted the deep, musky, masculine flavor of Caleb. He filled my mouth and the excess trickled down my chin, finding its way into the silky, thick pubic hair on the underside of his cock. His shaft fell from my mouth, still hard, still aroused. I climbed up his body, tasting his lips lightly, letting him decide to accept his own flavor. He did, taking my lips in a hungry kiss in which he lapped at my mouth then chin, looking for his flavor until there was no more.

I ached with want. I had risen back to his challenge. I entered him in one thrust, my previous release and the jelly allowing me full access. I pumped into him, feeling Caleb meet me, push against me, pull my body to him. Then my knee slipped while I was thrusting up. I hit a bump inside of Caleb. He cried out in a roar of absolute bliss, chanting my name, begging me to do it again. So I did. Over and over I pushed into that spot, knowing that his climax would hit again and soon. Then he was clenching on me and spewing his essence between us.

I kept moving, not letting him rest. I pulled almost out and gave him a couple minutes of long, hard strokes. Then I pulled back and bumped his prostate fast and hard for a few seconds, watching a fourth orgasm rock Caleb's body. He was sweaty and panting beneath me, but still steely hard. I gave him five long strokes before I assaulted his prostate again. I felt my own orgasm approach and I knew I was powerless to stop it. I kept pounding that tight nub, willing it to be enough to bring Caleb relief and release. Caleb started moaning and crying out with each pulse of my hips. I started chanting his name as the end drew close. I felt myself thicken and my entire body tightened. Then I watched Caleb spurt one last time an almost water-like stream of release, spraying his face and chest and my chest with his last spurt of cum. His orgasm lasted for several minutes, rocking him with aftershocks as I slowed my thrusts until I softened and slipped out. I fell onto his chest and he wrapped me in his arms. I wanted so badly to slip into oblivion. But the shout from the door woke me and thrust me into a nightmare.

"What the hell is going on?" The words were spoken so softly, but the speaker was less than calm. Nathan stood in the doorway, shock and horror warring on his face. Caleb stood up and walked towards his son. His chest was still dripping with his multiple releases. At that moment, I became aware of the raw, raunchy smell of semen and sex. And at that moment I felt shame. The condemnation that I felt coming from my best friend was strong. Caleb told Nathan he would talk to him in a few minutes and shut the door. He turned to me and suggested strongly that I leave. Things were so out of control so quickly. I found myself dressed and home in a matter of minutes. I was still wet and sticky under my clothing. I also knew that my decision on colleges was made and I wouldn't be going to the same school as my best friend.

I waited for someone, either of them to come to me, tell me what happened. But the hours stretched into days. I found myself ignored at school by Nathan, but Caleb didn't say a word. He wasn't home the two times I tried to see him and he never called. I didn't realize how much I would miss my 'family.' But I did. All of them had become so important to me. Graduation came and went and then I stopped even seeing Nathan. I got a second job during the summer, just to fill the lonely hours. I accepted the college in Bellingham, at the opposite end of the state from where Nathan was going.

That summer, Frank, while home from school, came to see me. He explained that Nathan was so upset that Caleb had promised to not speak to me. Strangely enough, I loved him more for it. It hurt. It hurt more than anything to have been someone's choice and not making the grade, but I still loved him. Frank understood. He told me he just wanted his father to be happy. And he told me that he just looked more miserable and lonely than ever before. I really wanted to go to him, but I respected Nathan's wishes.

School started and I threw myself into my studies, trying to kill the lonely ache inside me. I even dated. I met this great guy who was funny and warm and intelligent. But nothing physical ever happened. We kissed a couple of times, but there just wasn't anything there for me. We became really good friends instead. I told him all about what had happened. Trent tried to tell me that nothing would happen between Caleb and myself but maybe a few stolen weekends. In my mind I knew that. But my heart wasn't ready to let go yet.

I had decided to live in an apartment by myself. I just wasn't really feeling up to living with someone else who couldn't stand me. So I studied and worked and saw Trent from time to time. And I was so damn lonely that I ached from it. I would lie in bed at night and remember that single day of perfection, that one moment of extreme joy. I was afraid that the memories would fade because I played them over and over. But it was all I had. All I feared I would ever have.

It was coming up on Christmas. I had spent several of them alone. The holiday just never attained importance in my life because it never was what it should be for me. But this year I felt even more alone. Since I had my own place, I decided to decorate. I had always loved how Nathan and his family decorated their house so lovingly. It was such a magical time for them. So I strung lights and put up a small tree. And when I was all done, I realized I had no one to buy a present for. Do you have any idea how depressing some Christmas carols are? 'I'll Be Home for Christmas' especially.

I was walking through the mall, looking for the perfect gift for Trent when I spied a giving tree. Pick a tag and buy a gift for a child in need. I actually smiled when I saw them. I pulled at least 15 of them down. I had so much fun that day, shopping for various children. I dropped off my packages at the designated place and I got the biggest hug from the worker there. Some of the pain lifted from me and I hugged her back.

It was Christmas Eve and I was sitting at home alone. Everything was closed and most people were with friends and family. I don't think I have ever felt so alone. So I snuggled into a blanket while on my couch and watched movies. I saw 'A Christmas Story' and 'It's a Wonderful Life.' It wasn't enough, but it was okay.

A little before midnight, I was contemplating going to bed. But I never made it off the couch. I was awakened a couple of hours later by a knocking at my door. When I opened it, there stood a vision before me. Caleb. He looked awful. He needed to shave and he had lost a few pounds. But he was still the most beautiful man I had ever seen. I was so surprised to see him that I just stared, open-mouthed. He smiled so big at me and stepped inside and hugged me to him so tightly. I wrapped my arms around him and felt at peace for the first time in the eight months since last I had seen him.

He cupped my face in his hands and his smile trembled. There were tears pooling in his eyes, emphasizing the brilliant blue. "I couldn't leave you alone on Christmas." And he kissed me with just a simple brushing of lips. "I've missed you so much, Luc. I have been so damn miserable. But I promised Nathan. And I just can't keep that promise." And he kissed me some more, deeper and wetter. I felt his tongue brush mine, and the world seemed so right at that moment. Then I felt Caleb, hard and proud against my hip. I gripped his butt and pulled him closer, so he could feel my heated response. He groaned into my mouth. He murmured in my mouth. "I want to make love to you, Luc. Over and over, all night long." My response was my pulling him to my bedroom and my bed.

He ripped at our clothes, frenzied in his need. I thought things were going to be fast and rough, but the moment our naked bodies touched on the bed, he slowed and gentled. He touched and stroked my body, tasting and feeling the contours and planes of muscle. I was panting so hard against him. I felt myself thicken against his hip. He rolled me underneath him and cupped my body to his with gentle motions. He was on top of me, pinning me to the bed, holding me so close to his body without adding any of his weight to my frame. He held up a jar of Vaseline, and I laughed. He opened it and smeared it around his shaft. Then he was pushing forward, parting me, seating himself gently inside, waiting for me to stretch and accept all of his impressive size. And I did.

For the next countless minutes, Caleb moved inside me incredibly slowly. He built my pleasure so high, that each time I exploded; it took forever to come down from it. And only after I had released three times did he let his own release follow. I felt his shaft twitch hard along its entire length inside me with each jet of his seed. And each of those heavy spasms was accompanied by a deep, breathy moan delivered in my ear while he gripped my body so tightly to his. And with the last thrust of his culmination, he collapsed against my body, letting me feel his weight as he collapsed in exhaustion. Even though he was still rock hard and embedded deep inside me, he was asleep in seconds, making me realize he had gotten as little sleep as I the last few months. I soon followed.

I awoke a couple of hours later with Caleb still hard inside me. He was stirring from sleep, coming out of it faster when I wiggled my hips. But instead of resuming his thrusting, he pulled out and kneeled between my thighs. He took his little jar and smeared a generous dollop of jelly on my aching shaft and then sat on me. He buried me so deep inside him that I cried out. Then he began to ride. He was in control. He arched his back so far that I almost thought he would reach his ankles with his shoulders. It added such amazing stimulation to my shaft, but when seconds later Caleb's cock released a heavy jet of semen, I knew he was grinding my shaft against his prostate. He continued to move, and not too much longer, perhaps three minutes, he came again and then again. With that last release, he squeezed me so tightly and ground his hips so hard against me, that my own release was propelled out of me. Caleb sat on my hips, his head tilted back. I watched as his breathing evened then slowed. I also watched his huge cock slowly go limp, appeased with the marathon of hot sex we had just shared. When he looked into my eyes, there were tears in them again. He looked down at me. "I love you Luc." And then he lay down beside me, wrapped me in his arms, and cuddled with me.

Before dawn, Caleb woke me and we showered together. We got dressed and he drove us to his house in Seattle. I was nervous, but Caleb assured me that there was no other choice; his family was going to have to accept what would make him happy. It wasn't an easy morning, but all the brothers but Nathan accepted. Frank told me he just wanted his dad to be happy, and he hadn't been, not since the day his wife died.

Caleb worked for the state ecology department. So he got a transfer to the Bellingham office and we stayed in my little, one bedroom apartment. The sex was phenomenal and happened for hours each and every night and sometimes in the mornings on weekends. Thank god my apartment was on the first floor and at the end, or I am sure we would have had complaints from the neighbors.

Nathan did come around. We aren't as close as we once were. But what we have is somehow better. He respects me and he is appreciative of what I bring his father. We do get strange looks, Caleb and I. After all, he is twenty-two years older. But I don't care. And neither does he. This afternoon, we both sat at Nathan's wedding, his father and best friend, cheering him on, both of us wanting him to be as happy as we are.

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