Doug Deeson's musings

He found Adam at home, drinking a beer.   He saw the three empties on the counter and realized his son must have pounded those back as soon as he got home, and that was only a few minutes ahead of him. “I guess we need to talk.” He said to Adam. “I guess we do,” said Adam. He stood up and placed his beer can beside three other’s that were on the counter and then walked up to his father and kissed him deeply. “We do.” He said, as he stepped back. He reached up to scratch his nose and he could smell cock on his hand. His father’s, he thought to himself, as that was the last one that he’d touched.   It made his cock jump and it hardened, instantly.   Garret noticed the swelling in his son’s jeans. He went to the fridge and grabbed himself a beer. “Look, about what happened, nothing really happened between us, we just shared the two men in that room.   And that’s all right.” “I ate your cum, dad. You came on my face, and I ate it. And then I woke up with my...

  John was just about to jump in the shower when he heard a knock on the door. He threw on a robe and headed down to answer the door, thinking it was Al or Adam.   It was Garret. “Did you enjoy fucking my son?” He asked. “I I I I’m sorry,” John stuttered, “Fucking your son?” “Look, John I know what’s going on, I’ve seen you leaving my house and I’ve seen him sneaking over here.   I know damn well you’re fucking him.   And today I watched your friend come over. So it’s not enough that you’re fucking my son, you’re farming him out to your friends.” “Garret, it’s not like that, I swear.   Adam is a great kid, and I like him a lot but I’m not “farming” him out.   What kind of monster do you think I am?” Garrett lunged at John and the two grappled, they fell into his foyer, landing on the tiles.   John’s robe falling open as they landed and as they grappled, they rolled over and onto each other, John on top, trying to disengage, then they’d roll a...

Garret returned from his trip, which curtailed some of their play time.  John discussed Adam with Al, when they finally connected and John was right, Al was not interested in playing with the young man. Adam had other ideas, on that subject though.   It was several weeks later as Adam lay on top of John’s chest as they lay in John’s bed. They had just fucked and Adam was trying to entice John’s cock to come back to life, for another round.   Since their first session, Adam had become a somewhat demanding bottom.   He wanted cock and he wanted it in him, all the time, but settled for a butt plug that John had bought him.   He wore it often.   John had no trouble now sliding into Adam’s ass.   They had to be careful, of course, meeting only when Adam’s father was not around or when John’s brother was at work.   Their time was severely limited as a result, but they were able to find a window several times a week, and had been careful, so far. ...

 John saw the note flutter to the floor when he opened the door.  It must have been jammed into the door, as there was no mail slot, so just shoved into the door jam. He picked it up and opened the envelope, inside was a study card, the kind students use, 3x5 with lines for notes.  On it was a simply three words, simple but ominous for a closeted man.  “I saw you” was all it said.  He is home alone, as his brother is at work.   He picks up the phone and calls Al, he says he thinks they may have a problem. “Look as we pulled out of the parking lot last night, I saw a kid, did you notice him? It looked like my neighbour’s son, Adam. And I found a note in my door, that says: “I saw you”.   I think it must have been him and he saw us fucking.” “No, I didn’t notice anyone.   Shit.   Shit.   Shit.   How much do you think he saw? “Well, if he was with that group the all came out, then he saw everything. The blow jobs, the fucking, ...