5 comments/ 38125 views/ 24 favorites Different Tonight By: timmywells (Story contains explicit Incest themes/content.) I knew it would be different tonight than it had been the night before, but then again last night had been so unexpected that I still couldn't believe it had happened. The mood of the entire house had been changed when I arrived home for winter break, and only part of it was due to Mom having moved out since I left for college. **** Their divorce had not been unexpected, since for years I had suspected that they were only going through the motions for my benefit and with me now grown and gone off to college there was no need for the charade. What had been the surprise was the reason for them splitting up for real, and very amicably too from what I'd heard from both of them in the months since. Mom had been vague about the reasons but Dad had been surprisingly forthright about it, although he was only able to do it late at night after a couple of drinks, and in my bed. Dad had come in, not sneaking but just tapping on the door and asking if he could come in, and when he came in he sat on the edge of the bed and just spoke in the near darkness, with only the moon providing the minimal lighting. Them splitting up had been Mom's idea but Dad said she had been reluctant to it and would have been happy to keep on going on as they were, but she had to tell Dad that she had been having an affair for five years and was tired of sneaking around. Dad said he wasn't surprised because there had been something missing in their relationship for quite a while, but he was surprised that the person Mom was in love with was another woman. For his part Dad confessed that while he hadn't strayed he had been keeping a secret as well. "That's why I admire you so much, son," Dad had said as he delivered his bombshell. "You're not ashamed of what you are. I was embarrassed about the way I felt about other men and only got married because it was expected of me back then." "Different times Dad," I said, although in fact I wasn't one to broadcast my sexual orientation either, adopting a don't ask don't tell policy and only bringing it up when it was necessary. "And as for me thinking less of you, that's crazy." Close to the truth would have been that knowing my father was gay, or at the least very bisexual, would have only made me love him more. You see, I had often fantasized about being with Dad like that, since he was my hero in so many ways, but never even suggested my true feelings. As for Dad, the fact that I nearly fell off the bed when he broke the news spoke volumes about his ability to not reveal his real side because if he had ever made so much as the slightest hint to me I would have been all over it. So much for this "gaydar" I thought I possessed. "Can I have a hug?" Dad had said after the words stopped, our roles reversing in a way after 19 years, and I tossed the sheet aside and let him in. It was just a hug, a very warm hug that we probably had given each other a hundred times over the years, but never in a bed with us wearing only briefs. Somebody made the first move, but I'm still not sure which of us did. All I do know is that soon Dad had slid down and had my stiff cock in his hand while his mouth took in the head. It was bad at first, the combination of my father not having done this in so many years along with him never having experienced anyone as well developed as I am (his words) making the initial moment a rather uncomfortable one, but I guess it was like riding a bike in that you never really forget. That initial fumbling passed and soon Dad's lips were sliding easily up and down the top half of my cock while his fist spun over the rest. The sight of my father's head bobbing up and down in the dim light while I ran my hand through his thinning grey hair was as erotic as the act itself. I wanted it to last forever but it was all too much. Grunting a warning to dad that I was about to cum, his response was to suck harder and take me deeper while the hand that was working the shaft of my member went down to my balls and milked what was an incredible orgasm out of me, one that left my body trembling as Dad swallowed my load with hardly a hiccup. After a time Dad came back up to join me, perhaps a bit embarrassed about what he had just done but I was having none of that. I brushed off his mild resistance as I nibbled my way down his pale, slender body on my way to getting a look at the equipment that had helped give me life. I had seen my father naked once, many many years ago as a lad when we rinsed off in a bath house at a beach. I still remember my reaction when I had seen what had looked like a monstrous organ swinging between Dad's legs, so intimidating that I turned away in horror, and it was that fleeting glimpse that I had carried with me all these years. That was why that when I reached the tuft of grey pubic hair and looked lower I was a bit shocked at what I saw. Shocked should not be construed as disappointed however, because while what I was reaching for bore little resemblance to what my child's eyes had seen and my imagination had preserved, Dad's penis was beautiful. Perhaps my first perception of the modest size of his member was tainted by the fact that resting below his slender manhood were the biggest pair of balls that I had ever seen. Residing in a sac that looked better suited for a bull, the fat plums hung in a wrinkled pouch that was resting on the bedding, a fact I learned when I raised and brought the wonderfully shaped penis to my lips. Ghostly white and uncut, with a foreskin that was very long and tapered at the tip highlighting what was a conical glans, Dad's cock fit perfectly between my lips, and I heard him groan when my nose dipped into his pubes. Whatever nervousness that had caused Dad to lose the erection my body had felt when we had hugged was disappearing by the time my lips drew back up to the tip, and soon my mouth was working up and down about 5" inches of delicious cock. I wanted to suck on his balls as well but they were too big. Even the smaller right one was too large for me so I licked his balls while slowly jerking his dick, enjoying seeing Dad's legs churning in response to my affection. I sensed Dad was about to cum so my mouth went back to his arching tool, and when I felt his dick pulsate I slowed my bobbing head. My palm, which had been lazily rolling his nuts while I sucked, tightened around his balls and stretched and pulled on his sac. I felt like I could tie the over-sized orbs in a knot as I churned them, and Dad cried out as he arched his back upward while he spurted his seed into my throat in a series of blasts that nearly had me choking until they finally slowed and then ended. "I love you Dad," I whispered after sliding back up the bed, and although he was sobbing a little he told me he loved me too while we embraced, and that was how I fell asleep. I woke up at some point in the middle of the night, and it took a second for me to remember where I was and that I was not alone. My bedroom looked the same except for the fact that there was a naked man next to me, and while that wasn't unheard of when I lived here full time, the naked man was never my father. Dad apparently hadn't been able to sleep like I had, and what he was doing had likely been the cause of my waking. Our legs were still a bit tangled, and it felt funny to feel Dad's relatively smooth legs against my hairy ones. Dad's had been hairy once too but I guess as he aged much of the fur had disappeared. Dad's hands were busy as he gently rubbed his calves against mine, and I tried to make it seem like I was still asleep while trying to decipher what was making the tip of my cock tingle so. Dad was holding my mostly flaccid cock in one hand while holding his own very rigid member in his other, and it felt like he had pushed the tip of my dick into the end of his long foreskin. It felt so good as the tips of our dripping dicks met under the flesh shroud but even better than the feeling was listening to Dad as he massaged our cocks together. He was trying to be quiet, which made the faint noises he made even more erotic. It was just the tiniest whimpering that began to get quicker and more frantic as he seemed to be nearing orgasm and then he let out a high pitched soft squeal, after which I felt him ejaculating all over my dick. After that, silence except for the light breathing sounds for a couple of minutes. Dad's hands kept our cocks pressed together until he went limp, and after that he continued to hold my cock, rubbing the gooey dick which was not erect but getting there. "Brad?" Dad whispered but I kept silent for a second until he leaned over and kissed my collarbone continued. "I love you son. I'm so sorry." "I'm not," I whispered back, startling Dad briefly when he learned I was awake. "This is the greatest night of my life. What's happening is like a fantasy to me, although I admit I never really thought about it as much as I wanted to because it was so far out of the realm of possibility." "I never did either - at least not until I learned you were gay last spring," Dad explained as his hand kept stroking my cock. "Even then though - I guess that I'm just so lonely now. Even though your mother and I weren't - you know - at least she was good company." "You should get out and meet guys," I told Dad. "You're a good looking man." "Haven't got the nerve, at least not yet," Dad said. "Sounds stupid coming from a man who has his hand on his son's penis." "No, I understand completely." "Funny how much things have changed so much," Dad replied. "Time was I was the one comforting and trying to make things better for you and now it's reversed. Even physically, I feel like a child next to you. Hard to believe how well endowed you are, because you obviously didn't get that passed down from me." "You're still the man of this house. Always will be," I said. "I'm just happy being your son." "Woke up and couldn't resist touching you," Dad confessed. "You were bigger limp than I was hard, and now... amazing... let me..." "Wait," I said, stopping Dad from sliding down to apparently take care of the erection he had caused. "Can I do something?" "Sure," Dad replied, and then I got him to lay on top of me, sliding him up a bit so that my cock was pressed back between my stomach and Dad's package, most noticeably his balls. "Don't want to hurt you," I said while beginning to slowly grind myself into Dad, the sensation of the underside of my cock rubbing hard against Dad's huge scrotum sending shivers down my spine. "Hurt?" Dad gasped as he caught on to what I was doing and began to do a little moving of his own. "Far from it. Reminds me of something the first lad and I used to do with each other. He used to kid me that I was all potatoes and no meat." We both chuckled at that but I had to add while his nuts rolled around my erection, that I thought he had the most amazing pair of balls I had ever seen. "They managed to help produce something incredible," Dad was saying as we got into this amazing rhythm, very sensual and almost painfully slow as it became clear that this was something we were both loving. "So good." "Don't want this to ever end," I said while looking up at my father, leaning up to nibble of the nipple over me, licking the sparse silver hairs around the bud. "Me neither," Dad grunted as our frottage grew in intensity, droplets of sweat gently falling on me as his wiry arms held his upper torso above me with his hands beside my head. I had reached up and was helping hold him up as we did our horizontal dance, my thumbs stroking the moist sprays of hair that filled his deep armpits as I began to have trouble stopping the inevitable. "Dad," I gasped as the feeling of his balls and dick relentlessly massaging the underside of my cock became overwhelming. "Cum for me son," Dad was saying in response, and then I erupted, sending what felt like an endless staccato of my seed all over us. My cock was still twitching as it went limp, and then I brought Dad down on top of me against as we basted in my semen. Our semen. "Think I came a bit myself," Dad suggested after he eased down next to me. "You're making me feel like I'm 19 again myself." "I love you," I said as we hugged. "I love you too Brad," Dad sighed. "I just hope you'll still love me in the morning." *** Dad got his answer to that in the kitchen after I managed to crawl out of bed. Early riser as always, my father had already dressed and showered and already had the coffee brewed and pastries out. "Morning," Dad said as he looked over at his very disheveled son as I stood there clutching my bathrobe around me while trying to figure out why I felt older than my old man even though I was well over 30 years younger. "Morning?" I said as I approached my father, whose greeting was very reserved and nervous sounding. "That won't do." We hugged, and as we did I felt his tension melt away. "That answer your question?" I asked, and Dad nodded while his eyes filled up. "You still want to go up to The Hyde?" Dad asked, referring to the art museum that we often visited when a particular program caught our interest, and I assured him I did. "Be a good idea to get out of the house," I suggested with a wink, and after that we were our usual joking selves. I took a shower and after I dried off a bit retreated to my bedroom to finish the drying and get dressed. As I briskly toweled my hair I noticed Dad on the hallway looking in at me. "Come on in," I said, any thoughts of modesty at this point silly in my mind. "Couldn't help watching you," Dad said as he stepped inside. "You're an amazing looking specimen of a man." "I think you're looking through a father's eyes," I said, although he had no other options of course. "I remember when I first figured out you were gay last spring," Dad recalled. "You had that friend of yours from school - Gary - and late at night I passed your room and heard you two trying to be quiet." "Whoops," I said with a shrug. "No, you were quiet," Dad assured me and then laughed while adding, "I had to put my ear to the door to hear well. Gross right?" "No, I used to do the same at your bedroom door on Saturday nights," I admitted. "I was so jealous," Dad admitted. "Of you. Of Gary. Mostly I was mad at myself for living a lie most of my life. I got married because that was what you did back then. Get married and have kids. The kid part I'm obviously happy about but the marriage? I love your Mom, but like a sister." "Does Mom know?" I asked. "About me - or you for that matter?" "I think she might suspect about you but refuses to admit it," Dad said. "As for me, she knew I had been with guys before we met, so it wouldn't bowl her over if she saw me with a man, although..." I nodded, silently agreeing that she would not understand his company of the night before. "It was your mother's idea to have you circumcised," Dad said as he nodded toward the dick I was drying. "Everybody was doing it back then so I went along. How do you feel about it?" "Doesn't matter either way to me," I said. "There are times I admit that I wished I wasn't but as long as it works I'm fine with it." "It's beautiful, but you already know that I suspect," Dad said as he walked towards me. "The museum doesn't open for another hour or so." With that Dad went to his knees, gracefully for a man of his years, and as he took my cock in his hands he looked up at me and smiled. "Have a lot of wasted years to make up for," Dad said before he took me into his mouth. Last night Dad's efforts had gotten off to a shaky start but had improved greatly as he went on. This morning was different however. No uncertainty or anything approaching regret or shame, and as I looked down at the man with his hand wrapped around the shaft, spinning and pumping while his mouth slid up and down the rest, it was tough to believe this was something he hadn't done since he was my age. We made it last, as I tried to fight the urge to cum while Dad seemed to enjoy bringing me to the brink of orgasm before backing off. Dad would take his mouth off of my cock only to catch his breath every once in a while, using that time to wrap both hands around my cock and stroke it before diving back down onto it. Dad even tried to deep throat me a couple of times, and I marveled at the way he tried to force his lips all the way down, managing to get all but the last couple of inches of the nine before the tip would hit his throat. I came eventually, my knees buckling a bit as I cradled his head in my hands while he siphoned my cock until I had no more to give. "That was..." I said as I helped him to his feet. "Amazing. You know, if you haven't done that since you were my age - I mean - if you have done it since then I wouldn't judge you or hold it against you." "No, I haven't. If I had I would admit it. No sense not being truthful at this point," Dad said. "I was tempted, believe me, but I never did. Matter-of-fact, the father of one of your friends came on to me once. Nice guy too and I was tempted, but no. I didn't." "The father of one of my friends?" I said. "Oh man, now you have me wondering." "I could never tell you of course," Dad said. "It was quite a while ago, but it wasn't my imagination. I mean, when a man grabs you by the crotch and tells you he wants to give you head it's a real come-on." "More fun just trying to figure it out," I said while going through the mental Rolodex of friends I had over the years. "So he did this?" "Yes," Dad said with a chuckle before taking my hand off of his goodies that I had seized through his clothing. "We better get going." "Do I get a rain-check?" I asked. "I won't come in here tonight," Dad said. "I felt a bit the predator last night. I mean, what happened was what I had hoped would happen but I still felt a little strange about it. The surprise was that I finally had the guts to go through with it for once in my life." "You're the most courageous man I know," I assured him, remembering all of the times when he was a volunteer fireman and would tear out of the house at all hours when the siren would go off. "If you don't come in here I guess I'll have to pay you a visit then." "I was hoping you would say that," Dad said, and then said something to me that surprised me. "Are you sure?" I asked. "Never been more sure of anything in my life," Dad said. "I mean, if it's something you don't enjoy..." "No, I mean I don't really know if I enjoy it or not," I admitted. "I only tried it once and it - well let's just say that it didn't work out." My one and only attempt at anal sex had been a disaster, and only the fact that it wasn't my idea and the guy wanted me to do it to him kept me from feeling worse about it. My inexperience and my size had combined to make it a very unpleasant evening, and now Dad wanted me to take him anally. "It was my first homosexual experience," Dad related. "I was young and he was much older, but he was very gentle and it turned out to be an amazing thing. Experiencing it again only with someone I love will only be better." "Expect a knock on the door," I said before we headed to the museum, but my father shook his head. "You won't need to. The door will be open," Dad assured me. "But for now Monet is waiting for us." *** At the art museum I found myself looking at my father as we went through the Monet exhibit as much as I did the displays, in many ways for the first time. Maybe this would strike people as something "gay" for a father and son to do together, but when I thought back through my childhood I recalled many times Dad would take me to museums and would take me along with Mom to plays and concerts that a lot of other kids would make faces at. Different Tonight Along with those experiences, there were just as many times when the two of us would go to ball games of all sorts. The two of us would get seats by the glass when we would go to games of our local minor league hockey team and we would scream and pound on the glass with all the other loony people when there would be skirmishes in our corner. He was a Dad, and I always knew how lucky I was but never more so than right then in the museum. Tonight we would be more than father and son but would be lovers in the most intimate way imaginable, and I only wanted to make it great for him as a thank you for him being him. We went to dinner at a nice little Italian restaurant near our house, and was pleasantly surprised when the waiter didn't blink when I asked for a glass of the same wine my father had ordered. "Special occasion," I said after the waiter returned with our glasses full of Chianti. "It is," Dad replied. "That's why I didn't bust you." As our dinners arrived I chuckled when I saw the meatballs that were on top of the heaping helping of angel hair smothered in a rich sauce, and after I rolled the two massive meatballs together I opined, "Where have I seen this before?" Dad almost snorted wine out of his nose when he looked up at what I was doing, shaking his head at my tackiness while trying not to laugh like parents do when their kids say things that are crude but funny. "My claim to fame," he said while I poked at the plum-sized meatballs with my fork before attacking them. "My track coach used to say that was why I had trouble clearing the hurdles. Whoops! Your tackiness is catchy I guess." "I don't doubt it," I said. "He was my first," Dad said. "Not telling tales now because he's long dead and that was halfway across the country anyway. A wonderful man though." "Lucky too," I added as we settled into the most wonderful dinner imaginable. *** "Think I'll turn in now," Dad informed me after we got home, and as he retreated to his bedroom I went into mine and took my clothes off except for my boxer shorts. I gave him a few minutes while trying to get my heart to beat in something close to a normal rhythm, and after a quick trip to the bathroom to take a leak and brush my teeth I went down the hall to what used to be my parents bedroom. It had looked dark from down the hall but Dad was in there lighting a couple of candles in addition to the ones already burning on the other side of the room. The mood was not only soft and romantic looking but allowed me to clearly see Dad naked for the first time. He looked tiny and frail with his back to me, and while his pale and slender torso was only a couple of inches shorter and forty or so pounds lighter than mine the difference seemed greater from across the room, yet as he turned to face me I was looking up to him as I always had. "One of us is overdressed," Dad said as he looked at me, and I smiled while letting my boxers drop down to the carpet while he came over to meet me. We hugged, our hands sliding down to cup each others buttocks, and as I squeezed his butt cheeks and he mine, our flaccid cocks rubbed together. This was something we both enjoyed and judging by the first few seconds we would not be limp for long. I followed Dad to the bed, where a new tube of Anal Glide was resting to the night table, and as my father climbed onto the bed I saw him on all fours. My eyes immediately went between his legs where his balls swung wildly in their over-sized pouch, looking more like pears than plums from behind. Seizing the opportunity along with what I had become obsessed with, I was on the bed beside him while my hand went down to grab his sac in my hand, and as I rolled his nuts around I heard him groan. "Sorry," I said, thinking that I might have hurt him with my enthusiastic groping but he assure me that wasn't the case and even stopped crawling away and spread his thighs wider while leaning back towards me. "There's no way you can be too rough with them," Dad told me in no uncertain terms. "The rougher the better, as weird as that might sound." "How about this then?" I said playfully while grabbing the sac by the top and giving it a little twist. "That's a start," he said, and as I learned from what I did to that wrinkled pouch for the next couple of minutes, he wasn't kidding because I did practically twist them off his body. His reaction? Dad not only got hard but ended up ejaculating all over the bedding while on all fours with his cock untouched while I knelt beside him and abused his balls while watching him spurt and groan in response. "That was so good," Dad said as my squeezing and twisting became caressing while I climbed behind him. I held his buttocks in my palms and spread the little cheeks while asking him to raise his rear end higher. His anus, the tan puckered ring looking tiny and untouched, looked so pure as I knelt down while he lowered his face into the bedding. Sensitive too, I learned as my finger rubbed the little flower before letting the tip of my digit slide down his perineum to scrape the underside of his scrotum before sliding it back up to his anus once more. Dad's entire body shook in response to my finger while letting out a moan that shivered as much as his body had, but that reaction paled in comparison to what happened when my tongue took the same trail my finger had. "Omigod," Dad muttered as I tongued his anus and perineum, but I wanted to get into a best position for this so I squirmed around until his crotch was over my face and his face was over my cock, giving us both what we wanted. Dad tea-bagged me good, his nuts slapping over my face until my face got more behind him, and as he began to suck my cock I licked like a starving puppy, rimming Dad until my tongue ached and I only stopped because I had to get him to stop sucking my cock before I exploded. I scrambled out from under Dad and went to the lube. Figuring more was better than less I wiped gobs of the gel on my throbbing cock before climbing behind Dad and inserting my index finger into the balloon knot glistening with my saliva. I had to force my finger into the little orifice, and once I pushed it into that hot vice I began to think this wasn't going to be possible but as I worked my digit in by spinning and probing I could feel Dad loosening up. "Oh Brad," Dad moaned. "So good." The fact that my father was pushing his butt back into my finger made me feel a little better so I squeezed an outrageous amount of lube around the opening before pushing my middle finger in. "Ohhh!" Dad cried out as the two fingers stretched the tiny ring wider, but while I think I was hurting my father it was like he was reading my mind he added, "Don't baby me son. I want this so bad. Want to feel you inside of me, so don't you dare stop for anything." "I won't Dad," I said but didn't look when I added a third finger in, even if only for a little bit. "Now Brad. Now please," Dad was pleading, and it was then that I extracted my fingers and brought the swollen head of my cock to the slightly gaping opening as Dad lowered his face down to the sheets and presented himself to me completely. The next few seconds were a blur. As I tried to force the ridge of my cock into his anus it felt like I was pushing myself into a wall. The muffled strangled sounds coming from the man below me, his mouth full of bedding as were his fists, made me want to stop but I couldn't because he wanted me. And I wanted him. I was in. All of a sudden I lurched forward as the ridge of my glans popped inside while Dad's garbled bellow filled the room but then he was yelling at me not to stop, and with the bedding out of his mouth I could clearly hear him. "So good!" Dad cried out. "Omigod it's good!" It was. I had about half of my cock into my father, and as I grabbed Dad's hips and began moving in and out, stopping at the ridge and pushing a tiny bit more in with each little thrust, Dad asked me if I was all in. "Almost," I lied, but when he started moving back into me and half of my cock was dipping into the streaming hot orifice he made it clear he wanted nothing less than to be fully impaled by me. "That's it son!" Dad was bellowing as my thrusts got deeper, and after squirting some more gel into the crevice my hands went back to his hips and my thrusts got faster and deeper. "Fuck my ass with that big cock of yours son!" I did what I was told. Crouched over my father, I hugged him while my cock burrowed deep into his bowels, both of us grunting and sweating while the bed rattled against the wall. I felt like both a machine and an animal with my sole mission to make this the special moment my Dad was looking for. My hand reached down to try and find his cock, but when I did grab it after finding the stiff prong curled up to his stomach he said not to. "I want to cum with you," Dad was saying, and after I said I couldn't hold back much longer he pulled away from me and rolled over, pulling a couple of pillows up under his lower spine. "I want to watch you cum," Dad was saying as he leaned back and spread his legs wide while pulling his balls up out of the way. The opening wasn't tough to find, as over 10 minutes of my cock pounding into it had made his tiny anus a gaping hole, and after lubing up again it was a lot easier this time. "I love you son," Dad was saying as he stroked his dick slowly. "Tell me when you're going to cum." "Love you too Dad. This feels so good," I said as I let one of the hands that I had been holding the backs of his thighs with go down and rub his nuts as they shook with our movements. "Can't hold it - going to..." "Cum son. Come for Dad!" he cried out as I guess my twisted facial expression along with my pulsating cock told him all he needed to know. "Cumming!" I cried out just as I watched Dad's cock spurt like a geyser, shooting ropes of semen all over his chest and neck while his index finger and thumb rubbed it furiously. "I feel it!" Dad said as tears were rolling down the sides of his face. "Feel you cumming in me!" Maybe it was my cock jerking crazily in his orifice or maybe he could feel me filling is insides with what felt like an absurd amount of cum, but the expression on his face was all I needed to see. "Don't," Dad was saying after I was going limp, suggesting he only wanted it to come out when it was ready. We both sighed as the head popped out a minute or two later, and then we were in each other's arms, laughing like we often had during those moments when life could not possibly be better. "Every time I think that I wasted my entire life living a lie I think of you and that feeling goes away," Dad said after we composed ourselves enough to talk, and when I managed to tell him how I felt about him that got me losing it as well. It was a crazy scene with two grown men blubbering like babies but neither of us cared because we were not only with our lovers but with our best friends too and I have a hunch there weren't that many fathers and sons able to say that. *** That was the last time we were intimate in that way, although we fooled around for the rest of my stay with him before I had to leave to visit Mom on the way to heading back to college. It would have been tough to top that night anyway, and besides I think that we both knew that our futures were going to be with other people, at least in the intimate way. We chatted constantly after I went back to school, and during one such conversation Dad mentioned that he had recently met someone. A nice fellow he said, like he would have any trouble in that regard I reminded him. "Well, I got tired of you bugging me all the time about meeting somebody," he explained when I pressed him for details. "I think I'm going to have to meet this guy," I said in suggesting that I was going to come out soon and visit him, and asked him whether I could bring a guest with me. "Oh, you too?" Dad said with a chuckle that warmed my heart. I had met somebody, and it happened to be a professor of mine from last year. I had gotten the courage to try to see whether the rumors about him were true, and when I learned that they were we began seeing each other. He had been resistant at first when I suggested we take the trip to meet my father, not only because he was my teacher - WAS being the key word as far as I was concerned but more about him wondering what my Dad would think of him. "After all," Don asked while tilting his head as he accidentally giving me his best impression of an actor I thought he resembled, Michael Rennie in the original version of the movie 'The Day the Earth Stood Still'. "I'm not much younger than he probably is." "He won't care," I assured my lover. "He's not only my father he's my best friend and my hero, and he will think as much of you as I do." I turned out to be right, and it was funny when I met Dad's new "friend". He was a wonderful guy who, while not as young as me was still much younger than my father. Maybe we had found what we were both looking for in other people. Only time will tell but seeing Dad happy was all that mattered to me. *** thank you for reading