Doug Deeson's musings

Len had been online for what seemed like forever, he’d met his first husband on a hook up site (before cellphones there were hookup sites).  They told their friends it was a “dating” site, but it was definitely a hookup site. It worked much the same as today’s apps, but you were tethered to your browser.  It was still pretty quick; you could have the man of your choice in your bed in minutes.  Or be left hanging (we call it being ghosted these days).  Len had been married for 15 years when things came to a slow and tedious end.  It wasn’t dramatic, there was no anger, just two people that drifted so far apart they couldn’t find their way back again.  They said goodbye and parted as friends. Len had never really been out in the “gay” community and had no real clue on how to find available men. He’d heard about the applications, of course, and he was still on some very old online sites, he’d never given them up, though he never met anyone while he was marri...

His cell phone rang at 3:30 am.  John came awake at the sound and reached for the phone.  He saw Al’s name and sat up in bed as he answered the call.  “Hello?” he said, still not quite awake. The line was quiet.   “Hello?” He said again, “Al?” The silence stretched on for a few moments.   As he waited for a reply, he thought back over the last 30 years. He recalled that Adam had contacted him and confessed to experimenting sexually with his father, not something that had shocked John.   Adam had cried a bit and said while things had physically worked, it wasn’t something either of them wanted to repeat.   He then confessed that he was in love with John and that John was all he wanted. He wanted to be with John and only him, going forward.   John had asked him what about Al?, Adam admitted that his father would like to pursue a relationship with Al. The silence was broken, “John, it’s Al,” Al offered though John already knew that from his cal...

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...