Doug Deeson's musings

  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, ...

They didn’t have a place to play, at least with each other.  Al was married, with two kids and John lived with his brother. Neither was out, so neither was willing to wreck their home lives.   It made things difficult for them and limited the times they could play. Still, they managed to carve out times, here and there.  They’d fuck in Al’s car, or sneak into the other’s home when they were alone. The thing was that John was tired of sneaking around, he was ready to come out and he wanted Al to join him.  For John, that wouldn’t be a major change, for Al it would mean the end of his marriage, possibly losing his kids and he wasn’t ready to do that.  Not familiar with gay culture, they didn’t know about bath houses.   And so, they resorted to sneaking around with each other.   This was the mid-eighties, they didn’t have cell phones and no internet.   They managed though. On this night, Al called John and asked if John was free.   “I...

I’d known John for a few years.  We’d worked together, we were buddies but not close friends.  We’d go out for a few beers after work, now and again, we’d chat around the office or at office parties but didn’t really hang out too much beyond that.  John is about 5’6”, slim (30-inch waist kinda slim), dark brown hair, light skin, green eyes.   He always dressed very nicely.   In our office, Christmas parties are always during the day, so the staff often arranges an after party.   This particular year, as the main party was wrapping up, John mentioned that he wanted to smoke but he’d left his stash at home.   He asked if I wanted to come back with him to get it and relax a bit before the after party.   I honestly had no ulterior motive, was just buzzed and comfortable, so I said sure. When we got to his place, we both kicked off our shoes and relaxed while he lit up.   He handed me the joint and disappeared for a few minutes, when he came...