My Son Billy

 by: Hankster

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Let me be honest with you. This is the way it is, and this is how it has always been since my son Billy was born almost nineteen years ago.  Billy is my whole life.  Everything I do; every dream I have; every act I commit is centered on Billy.

After laboring for almost 72 hours, the doctors finally decided to take Billy from my beloved wife of one year.  He was delivered by Caesarian section, but it was too late for Amanda.  She had never been a strong girl, and she succumbed to the rigors of labor, the surgery, and the loss of so much blood.

Every family member, and every friend I had, urged me to give Billy up for adoption.  After all, I was only 22 years old myself.  Billy was born on my 22nd birthday.  I considered adoption briefly, but one look at his beautiful face and his imploring eyes, changed my mind.  I can’t come close to describing the love I felt for my son.  I vowed to raise him by myself and to raise him well.

Amanda’s parents were dead, so with the help of my mother and my aunt, I somehow got through his infant years.  I hated to go to work every day and leave my son, but I had to.  I needed to support us both and give him a good life.   I worked as a clerk in a fabric shop, and when the owner retired, I bought the place.  The business has not made me rich, but it has been good to me. 

When Billy was a toddler, I engaged a series of nannies to help me along.  I fired them rapidly because none of them ever measured up to my expectations for Billy.  Fortunately, my mother was always there to fill the gaps.

During Billy’s younger years, I remarried twice.  I married for the wrong reasons. I didn’t love these women.  Nobody could take Amanda’s place.  I married in the unrealistic hope of giving Billy a loving mother.  I don’t blame these women for leaving me.  I centered all my attention on Billy and had nothing left over for them.  Instead of these women loving my son, I created a situation where they could only resent him.

By the time Billy was ten, I gave up the idea of getting married again.  Billy was a great kid and self sustaining, and I wanted to concentrate on raising him.  I fulfilled my own sexual needs with one night stands and frequent jacking off.  Although Billy and I paraded naked and unashamed around the house, I never let him see me or catch me performing a sexual act.  I was very careful about that, but when Billy was about twelve, I had to modify my behavior around him.  He was becoming sexually curious so I made sure I was always clothed, or at least covered, in his presence.  We showered behind closed doors and we didn’t come out of the bathroom until we were wrapped in a towel or had our briefs on.

When it came time for the birds and the bees discussion, I was so clinical that I bored Billy to tears.  He actually yawned in my face as he said, “I thought we were going to talk about fucking.”  He left then, leaving my mouth agape.

Billy grew up to be a father’s dream.  By the age of sixteen he was two inches taller than I.  He was the all American boy.  He played high school football and baseball, and had letters in both sports.  He was exceptionally handsome, and every cheerleader in the school wanted him to fuck her.  I didn’t find it strange at all that Billy never dated any one of them.  Looking back on it now, I realize how unobservant I was.

One Saturday evening, just before Billy’s nineteenth birthday, I went into the bathroom.  I didn’t realize that Billy was in there showering.  He was preparing to go out with his best friend, Todd.  He was just stepping out of the shower as I entered, and I caught a glimpse of his manhood, which he quickly covered.  I am well hung, but Billy made me look like a baby monkey.  He was at least eight inches flaccid, uncut, and very thick.  That thing could kill a young lady.  I quickly excused myself and left the bathroom. 

When Billy was fully dressed he came downstairs to get the keys to my car and he asked me, “Dad, why were you so embarrassed to see me naked?  I’m constantly naked in the locker room at school with other guys, and you needn’t have apologized for seeing my schlong.  In fact, I’d kind of like it if we went around naked again like we used to.  Anyway, it won’t be for long.  I’m off to college in the fall.”

“Sure,” I said.  “If that’s what you want, that’s what you get.”  Frankly I found the whole idea slightly disturbing.  Just then the phone rang and Billy grabbed it.

“Yes Todd,” I heard him say.  “Wow, that’s a bummer.  Sure, no problem.  I hope you’re well enough to get to school on Monday.”  He hung up the phone and turned to me.  Want some company tonight?  Todd’s under the weather so I won’t be going out.”

“Your company is always a pleasure, son,” I replied, “but don’t you have other friends you can hang with tonight?”

“Sure, but Todd and I had special plans for tonight.  Besides you and I haven’t spent any quality chat time together for a long time now.  I’d like that, if you would,” Billy answered me.

“I’d love that.  What say we go out for dinner and then spend the evening curled up on the living room couch chatting away?”

“Sounds like a great plan,” Billy agreed.

I let Billy pick the restaurant, and he opted for a barbequed chicken and rib joint.  It was difficult to begin our father son chat with all that meat between our teeth, and the sauce all over our lips and chins, but we had fun, and never stopped laughing at our own sloppiness.

When we got home we both washed up more completely than we had been able to do at the restaurant.  Finally we made ourselves comfortable on the sofa and I sensed that Billy wanted to tell me something which was very important to him.  I am proud of the fact that he never hesitates to bring his problems and concerns to me and seek my advice.  He has been doing that all his life and I knew the look on his face.  Some of his concerns had been really serious and I had advised him as best I could.  Other times I had to keep from laughing in his face.  They were silly problems to me, but very important to him.

“Dad, I need to discuss something very serious with you,” he began.

“I know,” I said rather smugly.  I hadn’t meant to do that, but thankfully Billy did not seem to notice.  “Shoot!” I added.

Billy took a deep breath and turned away from me.  This was going to be heavy. I prepared myself not to laugh just in case I found the whole thing silly.  Finally he seemed to be in control of himself and he turned back to me.  Our eyes met, and his beautiful blue eyes focused in on my hazel eyes. 

“Dad, I need to tell you something that has been on my mind for a long time,” Billy said very seriously.  “You will want to interrupt me, but please don’t, until I indicate to you that I’m finished.  OK?”

“OK!” I mumbled, now thoroughly concerned.

He took another deep breath, hesitated a few seconds more, and then he stated in a rather matter of fact tone, “Dad, I’m gay.”  He was silent then, allowing me to process what he had just said.

I opened my mouth to speak, but Billy put his hand up to stop me.  I remembered that he wanted to get everything out on the table before I could say anything.  I remained silent, and my son continued.

“I’ve known for some time now and I have wanted to tell you, but I was so frightened at how you might react that it took me years to work up the courage.  I’ll be leaving for college soon and I vowed to tell you before I left.  When I first realized my preference, I experimented with a couple of boys of like mind.  There was no question that I was gay.  Dad, I can’t even get it up for a girl.

“Todd is my best friend.  We are on the football team together, and I was afraid to tell him.  I didn’t want to risk losing his friendship.  But about six months ago, you were out on a date and Todd came over.  I don’t know why I chose that moment, but I came out to him.  I expected him to get up and leave, but he shocked me by starting to laugh.  He grabbed me and hugged me and started to kiss me.  He told me that he was gay too and that he loved me to death.

“In that moment I knew that I had found my soul mate.  I love him so much that we both began to cry, and we made love right there on the living room floor.  I didn’t even think that you might come home and find us that way.”  He stopped talking then and his eyes indicated that I could speak now.

If you haven’t figured it out yet, on a scale of one to ten, one being totally homosexual and ten being totally heterosexual, I am a ten.  This was such a shock to me that I couldn’t get it to sink in.  “You can’t be gay,” I blurted out.  “You’re a jock, for God’s sake.”

“I’m a jock and I’m gay, Dad.  Please don’t hate me.  I would kill myself if you hated me.  I need for you to accept Todd also, because we are going to be a couple for a lifetime.”

“I do love you son.  I’ll always love you, but I would be lying if I didn’t tell you how disappointed I am.  The worst is that the thought of what you and Todd do together, well, it disgusts me.  Please I need to be alone for a little while.  Just go out or go to your room.  You need to leave me alone.”  Billy was sobbing hard now and he ran up to his room, leaving me alone with my thoughts. 

I had visions of Billy with a cock in his mouth and another up his ass and I nearly barfed.  It was all so disgusting.  It couldn’t be true.  After all, Billy was the All American Boy.  Accept Todd?  Never!  Todd is the fuck who made my son gay.  Not true.  Billy came out to him after he had experienced gay sex.  Why was I having such crazy thoughts?  I liked Todd.  I had always liked him.  Now Billy was asking me to accept him as a son.  I didn’t think I could do that.  The bastard has stolen my son from me.  Billy wants me to give him away and with my blessings yet.  I can’t do that.  I just can’t.

Suddenly I realized that my fists were clenched.  I needed to strike out at something or someone, and it frightened me.  I am not a violent man.  I wanted to bash Todd’s face in. Then I wondered.  Would I feel this way if Todd were a lovely young girl?  The answer came swiftly. Yes I would.  Hell, I wasn’t angry with Todd because he was fucking my son.  I was simply jealous of Billy’s love for him.

I cried out to the empty room, “Oh my God.”  I bounded upstairs and threw open Billy’s bedroom door.  The poor boy was curled up in a fetal position on his bed and he was still sobbing.  I got into bed with him and wrapped my arms around him.

“Please don’t cry, Billy.  I love you.  I’ll always love you.  I love you unconditionally and I love Todd too.  It was just that I was jealous of him for stealing your love away from me.”

Billy turned toward me and he wrapped me up in his arms.  We were now lying chest to chest like lovers.  “Daddy,” he said.  Nobody, not even Todd, can change how much I love you.  It’s a different kind of love.  I know I’d be happy for you if you remarried.  I know that I have always been a barrier to that.  I swear if you got married again, I would not love you less, and I would hope that you would not love me less.” 

I realized that I was holding my little boy in my arms again.  He had even reverted to calling me daddy.  The knowledge of that sent chills through my body.  At the same time it warmed me from head to toe.

“The one thing you can count on in this insane world is my love.  Never doubt it,” I said, as I kissed Billy on his forehead.  “Has Todd told his folks about you two?” I needed to know.

“He’s told them that he’s gay and they have come to terms with it.  They continue to show him love, but the subject of his sexual orientation is never discussed.  I asked him to leave me out of it until I told you,” Billy said, as he filled me in.

I disentangled myself from Billy and got out of bed.  “Why don’t you call him and see how he is feeling? I asked.  “Then you can tell him that I know about you two and I have given my blessings.”

Billy flashed a big smile at me, and the overhead light shining on his teeth nearly blinded me.  “Thanks Dad,” Billy said, but if you don’t mind, I think I’ll go over to his house and check on him and give him the good news.”

“I don’t mind,” I said, “but please refrain from kissing him.  No need for you to get sick too.”  We went downstairs together and I gave Billy the keys to my car.  As he left, he gave me a big hug.  This was not unusual, but this time he also gave me a chaste kiss on the lips, and hugged me even tighter.  I was very surprised, but the surprise was extremely pleasant.

After Billy left, I sat down in my big reclining chair and reviewed the amazing events of the evening.  When I got to Billy’s farewell kiss, I was shocked to realize that I had an erection.  I began to tremble.  No fag, not even my son, was ever going to get me aroused.

When Billy got to Todd’s front door, Mrs. Rogers greeted him.  “Hi, Billy,” she sang.  “I’m afraid Todd isn’t home.”

“Really?  I thought he had a bad cold,” Billy said.  He was suddenly very upset.

“Good heavens no.  Why ever did you think that?”

“Do you know where he is?”  Billy asked, afraid of the answer.

“Not really.  I just know he went somewhere with Matt Anderson. They left about a half hour ago.”

When he left Todd’s house, Billy could barely breathe.  Matt was a friend of Todd’s and as straight as an arrow.  Or was he?  Billy was ready to expect the worst.  His stomach was churning.  He whipped out his cell phone and called Todd.

“Hi Bill, “Todd said, sounding very weak.

“Where are you?”  Billy asked.

“At home, sweetheart.  Where else would I be?”  Billy wanted to confront Todd then and there, but decided against it.

“I just wanted to see how you were feeling, honey,” Billy lied.

“Just awful, Bill.  I’m going to hang up now, but I promise to call later.”  Billy could hear the sound of people chattering in the background.  His hand shook as he shut off the phone.

At the other end of the phone, Todd said to Matt, “That was close.  If Billy knew that I was at the mall buying him a birthday present, he’d kill me.  He made me promise that I wouldn’t spend any money on a gift for him.”

Billy burst into the house and ran upstairs.  He looked terribly upset and I ran after him. “What’s wrong?” I asked as I entered his bedroom without knocking.

Billy then proceeded to tell me everything that had just transpired.  It didn’t look good to me, but I said, very optimistically, “There might be a perfectly logical explanation.”  I didn’t believe that myself, but I went on.  “I think you should talk to him about it, but not now.  Call him in the morning after you have calmed down.”

Billy nodded at me, and I decided to leave him alone.  I went into my bedroom and began to get ready for the night.  After a little while, I heard Billy leave his room.  Without thinking I stepped out into the hallway to ask him if he was all right.  As we had agreed, Billy was as naked as the moment of his birth.  This time, I did not look away or indicate in any way that his behavior might be inappropriate.

“How are you doing kiddo?” I asked.

“You’re right Dad.  There has to be an explanation.  I’ll call Todd in the morning.”

“That’s good thinking,” I said.  “Wait until morning.”

When Billy was through with the bathroom, I used it.  I walked bare ass naked from my room and back again.  I slipped nude into bed as I always do.  As I was dozing off, I was struck by the realization that Billy was not my little boy anymore.  He was a sexual young man.  The thought that Billy was having sex somehow aroused me, and I began to stroke my cock until I shot all over my belly.

Suddenly the phone rang shrilly.  I could not pick up the handset quickly, because I was busy cleaning the cum off my body with a towel that I kept handy for that purpose.  Billy must have finally grabbed the extension in his room a second before I did.  I hadn’t meant to listen but when I heard Todd’s hysterical voice, I listened indeed.

“Oh Billy.  Billy my love,” Todd was literally screaming.  “My mom told me you came over.  Please don’t misunderstand.  I love you to death, but I did lie to you.  Matt and I went to the mall to get you a birthday present and I didn’t want you to know.  Please forgive me.  I swear, I’ll never lie to you again.  Can I come over tomorrow after church?”

“You big Jerk,” Billy said next.  “First off, I’m mad at you for lying to me.  Secondly, I’m mad at myself for doubting you.  I actually thought that you and your straight friend had something going.  Please forgive me, baby.”

“Of course, numb nuts,” Todd jibed.  “Now why did you come over to my house anyway?”

Then Billy proceeded to tell Todd about our conversation, and the blessing I had bestowed on them.  As he was relating the story, I discreetly hung up.  After about five minutes, Billy came bounding into my room.  He jumped into bed with me and wrapped himself around me.

“You were so right,” he said.  “There was a rational explanation.  Everything is super cool between Todd and me.  I could kick myself for doubting him.”  The fact that we were hugging each other tightly, and we were both naked, weighed heavily on me, but it didn’t seem to faze Billy in the least.  In fact he hugged me tighter, but I think he was trying to avoid touching me with his cock, since I never felt it.

“Can I sleep with you tonight, Dad?  Like when I was a kid.  I’m too happy and excited to be alone.”

“Er, sure, I guess so,” I said.  Billy had put my back to the wall.  I pulled the cover down and after we both wiggled under it, I pulled it back up.  There was a good foot between us, but I didn’t like this at all, and I was afraid of where it might lead.  Billy seemed to doze off immediately, but I was too nervous and I didn’t feel the least bit sleepy.  I wondered if I would feel differently if my son was straight.

It’s funny how the mind can trick you.  It wasn’t very long and I was fast asleep.  I began to dream.  In my dream, I was making love to Amanda for the very first time.  She was shy about touching my cock, so I took her hand and placed it on my dick and guided her hand in a stroking motion.  I could actually feel her hand getting sticky with my precum. 

“Amanda,” I whispered in my sleep, “I miss you so much.”  My wife then wrapped her body around me, and I sighed deeply with such yearning as I had not felt in almost two decades.  Amanda placed her mouth on my ear and said to me, “Todd, I love you with all my soul.”  At that moment everything felt all wrong.  I began to come out of my sleep in what seemed slow motion minutes.

It was Billy who was wrapped around me.  He was fast asleep and dreaming of Todd, but it was I, his old man, he was whacking off.  My first impulse was to push him away, but it felt so good and I was certain I had gone beyond the point of no return.  I felt my orgasm growing from deep within me.  I knew it was going to be a humdinger compared to the one I had had just an hour or so ago.

Billy caught most of my cum in his fist and began to wipe it all over my chest and belly.  All the while he was murmuring Todd’s name.  I was frozen.  I didn’t know what to do.  Billy had made incestuous love to me in his sleep, dreaming that I was Todd.  If he woke to find out what he had done, it might traumatize him.  I had enough trauma for the both of us.

I can’t say how long I lay there, statue like, not moving a muscle.  Thank God, Billy eventually rolled over on his side.  I crept slowly out of bed and went to the bathroom where I cleaned myself off.  Then I crept back into bed as far away from Billy as possible.  After two orgasms in less than two hours, I can tell you that this middle age dude fell into a deep sleep.

When I awoke, bright sunshine was streaming in through my bedroom window.  Billy was not in bed.  At first I thought that he had gone back to his own room, but then I smelled the distinct aroma of breakfast being prepared in the kitchen.  I threw on a robe and went downstairs.  If Billy knew what had happened last night, I wanted to confront it and get it over with as soon as possible.

When I got downstairs, I found Billy fully dressed.  It was obvious that he was newly shaved and showered.  He flashed his winning grin at me.  “Breakfast is almost ready, Dad.  Todd is coming over right after church today.”

Billy and I rarely attended church.  After Amanda died, I severed any religious affiliations I had.  I know it was an irrational act, but I never amended it.  On the other hand, Todd’s family attended church regularly. 

“That’s great,” I said, but the truth is that I was apprehensive about meeting Todd in his totally new role as my son’s lover.  I couldn’t help wonder at who did what to whom.  I wanted to ask Billy, but I was afraid to.  Anyway, it was pretty obvious to me, that based on last night’s episode, they whacked each other off at the very least.  Of course, I knew that they did more, much more.

Billy wasn’t saying anything to me so I took the bull by the horns.  “We haven’t slept together since you were a little boy.  How did you sleep last night?”

“Like a top, Dad.  Like a top.  I kept dreaming that Todd and I were making love.  It seemed so real to me, more so than usual.  Maybe it’s because I’m so relieved that you know.”

“Ugh!!” I said with mock disgust.  “That’s TMI.”  Then I asked the fatal question.  I hadn’t meant to, but it just slipped out.  “Who does what to whom?”

Billy didn’t even blush.  “We’re equal partners, Dad.  We do the same things to each other.”  Then as if I couldn’t let a dead dog lie, I asked, “And what may that be?  I’d like to know?”

I taught Billy well.  Without a moment’s hesitation or a single blush, he answered, “Well, we suck our dicks and fuck each other in the ass.  Sometimes we just jerk each other off.  Strange as it seems, Dad, the best is when we just lie quietly in each others arms, and fondle and cuddle and tell each other how much we love each other.”

I smiled.  “Yes,” I said.  “That was the best part between your mother and me, just cuddling and fondling each other, and professing our love for one another.  I’ll never forget.”  There was a tear in my eye, and Billy grabbed me in a bear hug.  Through my skimpy robe, I could feel his massive cock push against me.  He was not embarrassed in the least, but I had to fight to retain my composure.

Later, after breakfast, I was showering and preparing myself mentally and physically for Todd’s arrival.  It was obvious that Billy was unaware of last night’s jerk off session, and I vowed not to bring it up at all.

Todd came bounding into the house without even knocking.  He planted a kiss on Billy’s cheek, and ran right over to me.  He embraced me in a bear hug that nearly crushed my bones.  He could hardly keep from crying when he began to thank me profusely for accepting his union with Billy. 

“I’d be honored if you let me call you Dad, Mr. King,” he said.  Frankly I wasn’t thrilled by the idea but I knew it would make Billy happy, so I said that it would be an honor for me too.  Immediately, two strapping football players were hugging me.  I was only able to escape by volunteering to make lunch for the three of us.

I made tuna salad sandwiches which we downed with chocolate shakes.  Billy and Todd were chatting away, oblivious to my presence, when it occurred to me that they might want to be alone.

“I’m going down to the store,” I announced.   “I expect I’ll be there for four hours or so.  Why don’t you hang out here, Todd, and I’ll take you both out for a celebration tonight.”

“What are we celebrating?” Todd asked.

“Well, for one, mine and Billy’s birthday coming up in two days, and for two, your commitment to each other.  I think that’s a lot to celebrate,” I answered.

They hugged me goodbye as I left.  I could see the hunger in their eyes.  It’s hard to explain how I felt.  I was pretty turned off picturing two men making love, but I was kind of envious of them.  It made me want to find a partner of my own.  Billy and Todd were going off to college in a couple of months and I would be all alone.  The idea scared me.  I began to think about Mary Scott, the bookkeeper at my store.  She was a thirty-five year old divorcee, and she never stopped flirting with me.  I found her very attractive, but because of my commitment to Billy, I just kept ignoring her.  Things were different now, and I thought of her in a new light.

I had no intention of going to the store on my day off.  I intended to go to a movie somewhere.  Five minutes into the trip down town, I was waiting for a red light to turn green when I realized that I had left my wallet on my dresser in my bedroom.  I needed money for the movie, and I was nervous about driving without my license.  At the first opportunity I turned the car around and headed home.  I pulled into the driveway and let myself in through the side door, which was closer to the car than the front door.

Immediately upon entering the house, I heard Billy and Todd making love upstairs.  Billy had obviously not bothered to close his door, and the two had wasted no time getting into bed.  They were the two loudest love makers I had ever heard, and their language would make a sailor blush.

I had a dilemma.  I had to go by Billy’s bed room door to get to mine.  After pondering for a few seconds, I figured that if I was quiet, I could slip back and forth without their knowledge.  They were so wrapped up in what they were doing, I reckoned that I could get away with it.  What I didn’t count on was my own curiosity. 

I climbed the stairs so quietly, that I made no more noise than a mouse.  As I approached Billy’s room, I peeked in at an angle so that I could see in, but from where I was situated, they could not know that they had an eye witness to their rapture.  Billy was lying flat on his back at the bottom of his bed.  His legs were hanging over the edge touching the floor.  His cock was erect and at least ten inches pointing up to the ceiling. Todd was lubricating his cock, which was about eight inches long.  I could not tell if he was cut or not in his erect state.  He did not have a condom on.  That bothered me until I realized that they were true to each other.  All the while, Billy was yelling stuff like, “Fuck me, stud.  I know you want to.”  Todd was yelling back, “You want it more, cunt.  I’m going to fuck you until you cry for mercy.”

As Todd approached my son, Billy raised his buttocks and placed his feet on Todd’s shoulders.  In spite of Todd yelling how hard he was going to fuck his lover, he began to enter Billy slowly and with obvious love.  Billy winced twice, but when Todd was in to the hilt, he sighed and said to Todd, “That feels so good, baby.  Please don’t move for a little bit.  I just want to enjoy the feel of you inside of me.”

Todd leaned over and my two sons began to kiss passionately.  I had seen enough, and I quickly retrieved my wallet and ran from the house.

Driving to the movie, I examined my feelings.  For sure, I was not turned on by the porno scene I had just witnessed.  In fact, it was a definite “ugh.”  Billy told me that he couldn’t even get a rise out of his cock from a girl.  That told me that he felt the same way about straight sex as I felt about gay sex.  For just a moment I thought, where did I go wrong?  I quickly put the thought out of my mind.  I had read enough to know that whatever made Billy gay, it wasn’t the fault of his parents.  I also knew that I wasn’t going to be able to sit through a movie so I went to my store instead.  I sure wasn’t going to go home for a couple of more hours, at least.

When I got there, I was surprised to find Mary at work in the office.  “What are you doing here on a Sunday?” I asked.

“What are you doing here?” she countered.  “I’ve never known you to come in on a Sunday before.  For your information, I come in most Sundays for a couple of hours so I can work uninterrupted and catch up on my backlog.”

Shit, I thought.  How could I not know that?  Mary deserves a bonus.

“What I am doing here is too long a story for now,” I said.  Then on a whim I asked, “Mary are you free for dinner tonight?”

“Even if I wasn’t, I’d make myself free for you, handsome.”

I know that made me blush.  “I’m taking Billy and his friend out to dinner for Billy’s birthday.  I’d like it if you joined us.”

“Well,” Mary said, “I’ve been waiting for this for a long time, Mr. King.  I was hoping for a one on one date, but this is a start.  I’d love to go out with you tonight.”

“Please call me John,” I said.  “I’ll pick you up at 6 PM if that’s OK with you.  Mary smiled broadly and nodded her head.

Epilogue

After that birthday celebration, Todd slept over almost every night.  The guys closed the door at least, but they were still very noisy lovers.  I tried to block out the sounds.  I even put cotton in my ears.

Two months after that first date with Mary, the boys graduated high school.  Todd’s parents and I went down to Key West where Billy and Todd had arranged for a commitment ceremony.  They rented a yacht, and the captain performed a simple, but moving ceremony, at sundown.  After that we had a lovely dinner at a highly recommended restaurant.  The next morning, we parents went home, but the boys remained for a few days to have a little honeymoon. 

Billy and Todd shared a dorm room at the university, and I feared that they would not get good grades.  The opposite was true.  They looked after each other, and made sure that they did their work and studied hard.  At least they didn’t waste time chasing nookie.  They came home for Thanksgiving and I told Billy that Mary and I were engaged and that we would be getting married when he and Todd came home for winter break.  My son could not be happier for me.

“There is one problem though,” I said.  When you are home, you and Todd have got to try to be quieter when you make love.  I’ve grown used to it, but I don’t want to subject Mary to it.  Besides, she’s pregnant, and she needs her rest.”

Billy gave out one big war cry.  “I’m going to have a baby brother. Wahoo!!!” he yelled.

“Any chance it might be a girl?” he wondered.

Sure there’s a chance,” I answered him.  “But she better not be a Lesbian.”  We both laughed long and hard about that.

It took twenty years for me to cut Billy’s umbilical cord.  It wasn’t the sad moment I thought it would be.  Billy had Todd and I had Mary.  All was right with the world, and even though we were going separate ways, there was nobody, nor anything, which was going to change the special bond we had for each other.  That would always be there, and as the minister and the yacht captain said at our respective ceremonies, “let no man put asunder.”

Posted: 01/15/10