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That was the last I heard from Brian for nearly 3 weeks. I’d expected to at least get a call, at some point, after the funeral and to give me an update on his progress, if any, with regard to Kevin. I managed to keep very busy at work, and even went out the a couple of local watering holes after work. I met some friends old friends I’d known before moving to Virginia for 6 years. It was really nice and I was actually enjoying myself, getting back into the groove, catching up on the local gossip, and really having fun. I’d met another really nice guy, when ordering my standard Dewar’s and Water with a twist. It turned out he drank the same thing, and that’s how we began talking. His name was Don and he was a software developer, very handsome, slight build but muscular, and was from Venezuela. We had talked, and had a nice evening, exchanged business cards and made it a night. The following afternoon, I hit the same bar after work and ran into Don again. This night, he introduced me to two of his friends, who were equally nice, and we all went out to an impromptu dinner and a nearby restaurant and had a truly great time of it. After dinner, we had walked back to the bar and had another drink. At this point, he became rather forward. He took my hand and placed it against his crotch, saying, “This is what you do to me”. I wasn’t expecting this, was caught totally by surprise, and it apparently was painfully evident in my reaction. Don backed away, excused himself, apologizing several times. I had said it was certainly not a problem, and that I was indeed flattered, but just hadn’t expected it. I guess it sounded too courteous, and kind of a negative reaction. He was much cooler for the rest of the evening, and when it was getting on in the evening, he volunteered that he had an early meeting the next morning, and that he indeed should be getting on home. I concurred, and we each found ourselves going our separate ways. I was feeling better, but the absence of any contact with Brian was still on my mind. I got home and checked my phone messages, something I am notoriously poor at doing. The second message was Brian’s. It was strangely brief, “Hey, Brian here, I’m on the 8:30 AM plane out of here, and I’ll be home about 1:15 tomorrow afternoon. Can’t wait to see you. You won’t believe all the shit!”. That was it, end of story. Well, I certainly was glad he and taken the time to call, after some 3 weeks of silence. I went through the mail, throwing away the junk, then headed off to the bedroom, stripping off my shirt as I went. I was tired and just wanted to hit the sack, news or no news—I really didn’t care. I flicked on the light—and there was Brian—stark naked, with a shit eating grin across his beaming face. “What the…” I started. Brian just laughed some more, then still chuckling, said, “ I heard you with the answering machine when you came in. I left THAT message yesterday!” I was surprised, elated, irritated, and thankful I hadn’t by some wild chance, brought Don home with me in a moment of weakness. I must have had a quizzical look on my face, because Brian stopped smiling, then asked, “ Aren’t you glad to see me? I thought this’d be a great surprise!” “Of course, I’m just a bit overwhelmed. I’m lousy with taking care of the answering machine. However, I might point out, that was the only time I’ve heard from you in the past 3 weeks. I was really beginning to wonder what was happening to you.” “Well, that’s kind of a long story,” Brian started, then stopped short, “But I’ll save that for later. Right now, and I want, all I can think about is you.” With that, Brian reached up and pulled me onto the bed. I’d managed to get my shirt off, and the belt buckle of my slacks undone. Brian finished the job in a few seconds flat, pawing like a horny animal. There was no taking “No” for an answer. Even though I was tired, it was clear what was about to happen. Strangely, I got a second wind and in moments was possessed with one thought in mind as well. My newly naked body, was soon resting comfortably against Brian’s and we were wrapped together in seconds, our lips met, then right on to some passionate face sucking. There was no foreplay, just cutting right to the crux of the operation. I could feel his dick throbbing and leaking profusely, making our rubbing slick in no time. It wasn’t but another minute or so that I had the same problem, adding to our delirious humping. Without saying a word, Brian, got up, turned around and place himself in a 69 position. He immediately went for my cock, engorging himself on it completely, not bothering to stop and play with the head. His mouth was buried down to my crotch hairs, and he began bobbing up and down furiously. I found this both ticklish, and humorous at the same time, and found myself laughing at the earnestness of his attack. Brian, stopped momentarily and asked, “What’s a matter? It’s been three weeks and I’m a sex crazed, love starved maniac.” “I guess so! Well, don’t let ME stop you. You may proceed!” With that said, I turned my attention back to his throbber that was pulsing and leaking like a hose left out in the sun too long, and was about ready to burst. Indeed, that was to be the case. No sooner had the thought occurred to me, Brian arched slightly, and blew his load into my mouth as he lunged forward, burying his cock past the back of my tongue and tonsils. I couldn’t believe I didn’t start gagging. Apparently it was the mix of prior experience, plus the effects of the alcohol of the evening. I’d never experienced Brian so anxious, so controlling, so—well to put it nicely—rough. It had a climatic effect on my rod as well. Even before Brian and finished his last volley, my love stick spoke up loudly, discharging some 3 odd weeks of savings directly into Brian’s busy mouth. Apparently this caught him by surprise, as he choked, and pulled off my dick, just in time to catch the 2nd and 3rd shots in the face, the latter of which went mostly up his nostrils. He kept coughing, and laughing at the same time. I asked him what was so funny, to which he replied, “The last time I choked on a large sucker—I was about 9 years old and it was a tootsie roll pop!” He swung around and began kissing me, and smearing his cum filled fact against mine. Within a couple of minutes, he stopped abruptly and pulled back. “There’s something I’ve been wrestling with while I was back up in Ohio. I’ve been doing some real soul searching and trying to come to terms with what I want to do, who I want to be for the rest of my life. You know, like what’s most important….” His voice trailed off. I took a deep breath and thought to myself, “Okay, here it comes—or more likely, there he goes—this fish is turning out to be a throw back.” I braced for the inevitable, and was ready to hear the worst of it. “I’m not sure I even know how to begin”, Brian stammered. I spent some really quality time with my kid, and I think I understand him. He really is scared of his grandparents—I told you he’s a smart kid—and his place is definitely with me. I think I’m really going to be able to get custody of him soon, but this creates another problem…” I was laying their speechless, frozen in time, waiting for the other shoe to drop. “I’ve been trying to deal with my feelings too and I’ve come to an important and overriding conclusion. I’ve got to be happy first, content with who I am and with my sexuality.” I started to close my eyes, thinking to myself, “Here it comes, he’s about to drop the whole load of shit on me after one last fuck in the sack.” I felt Brian’s hand touch my chin, forcing me to gaze into his eyes. “I don’t know how to tell you this, and I hope you won’t be upset, but I’ve just got to get this off my chest. I LOVE YOU! I love my son. I hope you like me. I want to spend my life with you, if you’ll let me. I know I don’t have a right to ask, but if I get custody of Kevin, would you…? I’m not an emotional person, in fact I’ve been accused of being too logical, a cold fish, and someone who needs to smile more. Tears welled up and my throat was suddenly clogged. I couldn’t speak. It was just like my first time at love! I just grabbed Brian and hugged him fiercely. I collected my thoughts, the old sorting process started, but I quelled that quickly. I whispered in his ear, “I love you and what ever happens, I’m here for you both.” Brian began sobbing incoherently, and I wasn’t any better. We just hugged each other, caressed each other’s body, holding each other—secure in one single minded purpose—we were giving of ourselves to one another. There would undoubtedly be issues and problems that would raise their ugly heads—to be sure, but both of us had a new security and source of strength—each other. It was both comforting and calamitous at the same time. True, we had known each other for a relatively short time, but in that time frame, several major pages had been turned and major issues had been presented and had to have been dealt with. Once the surprise of Brian’s revelation had passed, I began thinking beyond the moment. What would happen if Brian DID win custody of Kevin. Was I up to being a surrogate parent? I’d never had any children, having always been in a gay man to man relationship. I really wasn’t prepared for having a small child in the household. How would I cope? On the positive side, Kevin was really cute, smart for his age had hadn’t been any problem. He was housebroken (or should I say toilet trained), and wouldn’t cry all night. He was certainly past the “terrible twos” and soon would begin kindergarten and the rest of his schooling. But how would he react to me. How would Brian explain our relationship? Who would be the “mommy” Speaking of school, would the kits tease him once they learned he had two “fathers”? I was reassuring myself that both of us would certain keep our respective careers—after all, men and women who had children certainly both worked. If necessary, daycare would solve that issue. I looked at Brian. He had become silent, just staring at me. His eyes were still red and there were tear tracks on his cheeks. Our eyes met. Neither of us said anything for a long moment, then Brian’s lips silently mouthed the words—I love you so much. I found myself mouthing the words “me too”. We kissed again, softly at first. Then passion took over and Brian’s tongue found its way inside my mouth and half way past my tonsils. I was on autopilot and responded in kind. We kept this up for quite a while. I felt a stirring in his crotch, as well as mine, but both of us were just more interested in being with each other I guess. A wonderful feeling of closeness, contentment and a strange inner peace overcame us. Soon, the myriad of stressful events of the last few weeks, along with the events of the day took their toll. Both of us drifted off, curled around each other, embarking on a blissful new journey together, that for now was just called—sleep. Epilogue to follow.