The Meeting Between
 a
Father and His Son
 

 by: Hankster

© 2023 by the author

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-1-

Alan McDermott owns his own business.  He imports goods from foreign countries, mostly from Asia, and exports goods, mostly to Asia.  About two months ago, his secretary, Angela, buzzed him.

“There’s a Mr. Montenegro on the line,” she said.  “He indicated that his call is urgent.”

Alan grabbed the phone, and his life was never going to be the same.

“I’ll be brief,” Mr. Montenegro said. “Do you remember someone named Paula O’Brien?”

Alan had to think hard.  Finally, he said, “Yes, we were classmates at The New York State University at Buffalo.  My fraternity, and her sorority, used to have co-ed parties occasionally.”

“Great,” Montenegro said.  “Do you have an old-fashioned fax machine in your office?”

“Yes. I do.  Why?”

“I’m the court appointed attorney for Miss O’Brien and her son, Devon.  I’m sorry to tell you this, but Paula passed of leukemia a few days ago.  She has no family, and Devon has been placed in the care of Child Protective Services.  Paula left you a letter.  I’m going to fax it to you, and then please call me right back after you’ve read it.”

Alan gave the lawyer his fax number.  A few minutes later, he received the letter.  He grabbed it out of the machine, and had to read it four times, until he grasped all the ramifications.

          Dear Alan:

You probably don’t remember me, but I hope you do.  We were intimate only once in college, but you got me pregnant.  I had a beautiful little boy.  I named him Devon.  It was never my intention to bother you, or ask for child support, but now I’m desperate.

I have leukemia, and only a few more days to live.  I don’t have a relative in the world.  I beg you to please acknowledge that Devon is your son.  Raise him as your own.  Please don’t let them put him into the foster care system.  That’s how I was raised, and I can tell you, it isn’t pretty.

Once again, I beg you to do the right thing.

Paula

Alan slumped in his chair.  At last, he remembered an incident, that he had blocked out of his memory.  Now he was enlightened as to whom he had fucked at a college frat party while he was drunk.

*****

Sometime during his sophomore year at the university, Alan’s fraternity was invited to a party at a sorority house.  He was out of the closet even then, and he was the token gay brother of his fraternity.  The fraternity had sought him out, along with some black students.  They had to prove that they didn’t discriminate, or risk losing their charter.

One of the sorority sisters at the party, Paula O’Brien, was informed that one of the frat men, Alan McDermott, was gay.  She may have been joking, but she bragged that she would sleep with him, and he would be converted swiftly.  She sought him out, and when she laid eyes on the most handsome man she had ever seen, her boast was no longer a boast.  It was a goal.

Paula kept making sure that Alan drank one beer after another at the party until he was beyond sloshed.  When he was very drunk, Paula was afraid that he would pass out.  She took him by his hand and led him to her bedroom.  She laid him on her bed, and undressed him all the way.  Then she undressed herself, and hunkered up beside him. 

She was pleased to see that he was well endowed.  Paula began to play with his balls and cock, and at nineteen years old, he erected despite the booze and his near comatose condition.  He was about seven uncut inches, but very hefty, when he was hard.  She laid him on his back, then she straddled him, and fucked him.  He came quickly, too quickly, and then he passed out.  She tried to wake him up, but she couldn’t.

In the morning, Alan found himself naked in bed with Paula.  She was sound asleep.  He was not only shocked; he was grossed out.  He dressed quickly and ran back to the frat house.  He vaguely remembered fucking a woman, but nobody came to seek him out, so in just a few days, he forgot all about it.  He blocked the incident from his memory, until he got a call from Mr. Montenegro ten years later.

Paula was fully aware that she didn’t convert Alan.  She kept track of him all these years.

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After he read the letter, Alan’s mind was a blur, but he couldn’t stand by and do nothing.  He vowed to run a DNA test to make sure that Paula wasn’t scamming him.  If Devon was his son, he wanted to grant Paula her dying wish, and he would do the right thing.

He called Mr. Montenegro and made an appointment for 1 PM the next day.

“I want to take Devon home, and I also want to arrange for a proper funeral for Paula.”

“You can’t take Devon home just yet.  There’s a lot of red tape to put up with first, but when all the paper work is concluded, Devon will be delivered to your home.  Social Services will let you know when that will be.

After Alan disconnected the call, Angela, came in.  “What was the urgency?” she asked.

“You’ll never believe it.  I’m a father, and my son was conceived in the usual way.”

Angela started to laugh.  “You’re right.  I don’t believe it.  You’re gay.  I thought that you never slept with a woman in your life.”

“There’s was just one time, and I was drunk, so it doesn’t count.”

*****

Alan’s doorbell rang at precisely 10 AM.  His morning appointment was here, right on time.  Fearfully, he opened the door.  A comely, middle-aged woman, was holding the hand of a nine-year-old little boy.  In her other hand she held a small suitcase.

The boy was pale, He was shivering, and obviously very frightened.  Alan let them in.

The woman shook Alan’s hand, and said, “Mr. McDermott, I’m Charlotte Aubrey from Children and Family Services.  I’m Devon’s social worker.”  She handed Alan her card, and turned to Devon. 

“Devon, I’d like you to meet your father, Alan.  Mr. McDermott this is your son, Devon.”

When Alan was first informed that he had a son, he determined to do a DNA test.  He thought it might be a scam, but one look at the little boy, and all his doubts flew out the window.  Devon looked exactly as he did at that age.  A bond was forged immediately between them.  Alan couldn’t wait for the beautiful little boy to call him, “Daddy.”

Mrs. Aubrey continued, “We are praying you’ll accept Devon as your son, and raise him as such.  It would be a shame to put him in foster care, when he has a living father.  We’ve checked, and we know that you have the means to care for him with the help of a nanny.”

“Of course, I want him, but no nanny,” Alan said.  “My mother can’t wait to smother him with love and kisses.  She lives right up the street.  She thought that she’d never be a grandmother.  I’m her only child and I’m still single.  I think that she’s walking on air right now.  She and my dad are coming over as soon as I call to tell them that Devon’s here.”

“Well then, here’s Devon’s suitcase.  You’ll find a starter amount of clothes in it, which we had to provide for him.  Their landlord cleaned out the apartment as soon as he heard that Paula was dead, and that Social Services took the boy away.  In the suitcase, you’ll also find his birth and baptismal certificates, school records, and a record of his vaccinations from his pediatrician.”

Devon started to cry.  Alan ran to him and wrapped his arms around the boy.  “Please don’t cry,” Alan said, “I’m your daddy.  I’ll take good care of you.  You’ll feel safe with me when you get to know me.  I promise you.”

Devon’s life had been a living nightmare since his mother died.  He had no sense of security.  He never knew where he would sleep that night.  With his arms around his son, Alan could feel Devon relaxing.  In fact, Devon smiled at him.

“I guess I can leave now, Mr. McDermott,” Mrs. Aubrey said.  “During the next year, a social worker will drop in unexpectedly a few times to make sure that Devon is well taken care of.  Even if you are his biological father, you have no say in the matter.”

“Not to worry,” Alan said.  “My mother and I will see to it that he has a childhood even happier than I had.”

Mrs. Aubrey smiled and shook Alan’s hand.  She then shook Devon’s hand and left.

Alan put his arm around Devon’s shoulder.  “Before I show you to your bedroom and your own private bathroom,” he said, “I want to show you something else.  Come with me.”

Alan led Devon into his office/library/den, and pulled an album off a shelf.  He flipped a few pages, and pointed to a picture.

“Do you know who this young boy is?” he asked Devon.

“Sure, it’s me.  How did you get my picture?”

“It isn’t you, Son, it’s I.”  Alan stressed, Son, and subtly corrected Devon’s grammar.

“Wow. Devon said, “I hope I grow up as handsome as you.”

Alan thought that was a strange thing for a nine-year-old to say, but he let it slide.

Then he took Devon into what would be his bedroom.  It was furnished with a queen-sized bed, a dresser, and a desk.  There was a laptop on the desk, and a TV on the dresser, which faced the bed.  The room had a rather large walk-in closet.  Devon’s eyes became saucer sized.  Before his mother died, he shared a bedroom with her.  It was half the size of his new one.

“You have a private bathroom,” Alan said.  “It’s out in the hallway right next to your bedroom door.  I filled it with towels, soap, tooth brushes, tooth paste, and combs.  If I forgot anything we can fill it in later.”

Devon missed his mom desperately, but he couldn’t help feeling guilty.  He was certain that his life was about to improve greatly.

Alan opened the small suitcase, and in a nano-second, all of Devon’s worldly-goods were put away.  The documents Mrs. Aubrey had provided, were at the bottom of the suitcase.  Alan removed the papers and glanced at them.  His heart skipped a beat.  Devon’s full name was Devon Alan McDermott.  Paula had given the boy his name.

I guess that she didn’t want to label him a bastard, Alan thought.

Alan grabbed the empty suitcase.  “Come,” he said, “we’ll store this suitcase in the basement, and I’ll show you what I’ve done down there.”

Devon was amazed.  The entire basement was paneled in oak.  A storage area, the furnace, and hot water tank, were discreetly closed off as a separate room.  The rest of the basement was filled with exercise equipment.

“We have our own private gym,” Alan said.  “When you’re old enough, I’ll show you how to use all the equipment.  Daily exercise is fun, and very rewarding for your body.”

Devon looked at his father.  No wonder he’s so muscular, the boy thought.

“Come with me now,” Alan said.  “I’m going to call your grandparents.  Then when they’re done kissing you, we’ll go out for a celebration lunch.  After that, I’m taking you clothes shopping.  Tomorrow, I’ll enroll you in school.”

Devon didn’t even groan when Alan mentioned school.  His only thought was, I’ve got grandparents now.  Just like all my friends.

Alan called his parents, who came over so quickly, Superman might have flown them there.  They slobbered Devon with kisses, and their arms were laden with gifts.  One of the gifts was a Captain America action figure.  Mrs. McDermott handed it to Devon.

“This belonged to your father when he was a little boy,” she said.  Devon clutched it to his heart, and started to cry again.

“Enough,” Alan said.  “I’m taking everyone out for a fancy lunch to celebrate this happy occasion.”

Everybody jumped into Alan’s car.  The McDermotts all live in Fresh Meadows, Queens.  Alan drove into Manhattan, and straight to The Plaza.  He wasn’t kidding about celebrating. 

*****

After the lunch at The Plaza, father and son were having a ball buying clothes for Devon at Macy’s.  Alan’s parents insisted on going with them.  The little shopping spree was bonding them closer and closer together.  Devon had commenced calling Alan, Daddy, and Alan’s heart was bursting with joy.  The boy had no problem calling the McDermotts grandpa and grandma.  That warmed Devon’s heart, and certainly theirs.

The next morning, with Devon’s school records in hand, Alan enrolled him in the fourth grade at the local elementary school.

When Devon was taken to his classroom, Alan said, “Grandma will pick you up after school, so don’t worry.  She’ll take you home.  You can change into play clothes, and do your homework.  I get home about 5:30, so look for me.”

Devon just nodded.  His first day at a new school was a little intimidating for a young kid.

When Devon left the school, he was accompanied by a lad who was almost as beautiful as he was.

“This is my new friend, Ellis,” he informed his grandmother.  “He lives on our street, so I can walk home with him, and you won’t have to pick me up, Grandma.”

“I’ll pick you up for at least the first week,” she informed Devon.  She was amazed that Devon had made a friend so quickly.

-3-

There is nothing more pernicious than the passage of time.  Before anyone could imagine it, the McDermotts were celebrating Devon’s fourteenth birthday.  Devon had settled into the family quickly.  He was happy and well adjusted.  Ellis was still his friend. In fact, he and Ellis were discovering their bodies together, and were playing innocent little sex games; like all boys do.

On the day after his birthday, Alan and Devon sat in their living room.  Alan had told Devon that he wanted to have a serious talk with him.

“I have a lot to discuss, Son, so don’t interrupt me.”

Devon nodded to let his dad know that he understood.

“To start with,” Alan began, “Grandma and Grandpa are retiring, and their house is up for sale.  They are moving to a retirement community in Scottsdale, Arizona.  There is nothing to keep us in Fresh Meadows anymore, and that’s what we need to discuss.”

There was a long pause, as Alan seemed to be looking for the right words.  At last, he spoke again.

“Devon, my business is growing by leaps and bounds.  I need to spend longer hours in the office, and the commute is taking up too much of my time.  I’d like to move to Manhattan.”

Alan seemed to pause, so Devon said, “Dad, if it wasn’t for you, I’d be in foster care.  I don’t care where we live, as long as we’re still together.  Besides, if we live in The City, I could help you out in your office.  I’d work part time, and during school breaks.  I’d like that.”

“I’d Like that too.” 

Alan breathed a sigh of relief, and continued.  “I’ve never kept it a secret, but we’ve never discussed it either.  I need to tell you that I’m gay, Son.” 

Again, he paused to let that sink in.  He was shocked when Devon began to laugh.  “Did you think I didn’t know?” he asked.

“You know? How?”

“I have no idea, I just know.”

“Well then, let’s talk man to man.  I don’t have much of a sex life in Queens, and the commute takes up even more time.  Another reason that I want to move to The City, it’s where I can meet more gay men.

“If you’re asking my permission, Dad, of course, you have it.  Your happiness is my first concern.”

“What about Ellis?” Alan asked.

“We’ll stay in touch, so don’t worry.  Besides, Ellis has begun dating girls, and we haven’t been hanging out together as much as we used to.  I’ll make new friends.  I had no problem making new friends when I moved in with you.  I’ll be going to college before you know it, and when I leave the nest, I don’t want you to be lonely.  In fact, I’m going to pray that you meet your knight in shining armor when we live in Manhattan.”

Alan was moved to tears, and he hugged his son. 

“Would it bother you if I have a friend over this weekend?” Alan asked.  “I promise to confine our activity to the bedroom, or you can stay at grandma’s”

“I’m not going to be embarrassed, and I’m not going to embarrass you.  It’s who you are, Dad.  I want you always to be who you are.  I’ll stay home.  Besides, Grandma doesn’t have to know why I’m sleeping over.”

Alan was still hugging Devon.  He hugged him tighter.

That weekend, Devon tried to hear what was going on behind his father’s tightly shut door, but he heard very little.  What he did do, was jerk off twice.

By the time Devon was fifteen, his grandparents were living in Arizona, and Devon and Alan were living in the Chelsea section of Manhattan.  Alan had purchased a very nice two-bedroom condo.  The building was old, but it was in good condition, and it was well maintained.

-4-

James Bingham was also a single dad.  Like Alan, he was raising his sixteen-year-old son, Matthew.  James had been married to a woman, but he was gay, and the marriage was a disaster.  Matt lived with his mother, but when he told her that he was gay, she kicked him out of the house, and he went to live with his dad.  James owns the condo right next door to the McDermotts.  It wasn’t very long before the two fathers went clubbing together, and they became very good friends.  The two boys became friends also.  Devon knew that Matt was gay, and he was grateful that Matt never made a move on him.  He identified himself as straight.

The two fathers could not hide the fact that they were very attracted to each other, and soon enough, they gave into their lust.  One evening, they gave their sons plenty of money and sent them to the movies.

As soon as they were gone, James went over to Alan’s condo.  The two men kissed wildly.  They clutched each other for what seemed like an eternity.  Neither wanted to let go.  The truth is that both men were very sex deprived, and exceptionally horny.

When they had enough of kissing, they finally stripped rapidly.  After close examination they both realized that they had about the same dimensions, and they were both uncut.  They fell on Alan’s bed, where they commenced a very sensuous game of sixty-nine.  They were mature men, and they were able to keep from cumming, but when they feared they could not restrain themselves any longer, Alan got out condoms and lube.

They went back and forth with anal sex.  Both preferred the missionary position.  Eventually, they both came in each other’s asses, screaming loudly.

Neither James nor Alan was even close to realizing it, but they both yelled simultaneously, “I love you.”

The two men continued to be intimate as often as possible over the next year.   They grew more and more in love, and they were totally monogamous.  It was not unusual for their sons to come home from somewhere, and find their fathers sleeping naked together, and holding tightly onto each other.  Both boys were pleased.  They weren’t embarrassed at all.

Devon and Matt remained good friends, but they slept chastely, in their own apartments, and their own beds.

One day, basking in the afterglow of fantastic love-making, James said, “Let’s stop this nonsense, and move in together.  We could sell one apartment.  The boys could share the second bedroom until they go off to college.  They know all about us and our relationship, so they won’t be surprised.  Just think how wonderful it would be.  We’d be able to sleep together every night for the rest of our lives.”

“I’m certain that would be a great idea,” Alan said, as he reached over and caressed James’s cock, “but Devon is straight, and Matt is gay.  Wouldn’t sharing a bedroom create a problem?”

“They’ve been close friends for a couple of years, and that hasn’t created any problems.  Why should it start now?” James asked.  Then he broke out laughing.  “Maybe Matt will show Devon the light, and convert him.”

“I doubt it,” Alan laughed back.  “Devon’s mother never converted me.”

“That’s because providence was saving you for me,” James said, as he was getting more and more aroused by Alan’s feathery strokes caressing his cock.  Just then Alan heard Devon coming home.

“Let’s get dressed,” Alan said, “meet with the boys, and discuss moving in together.  I want to get their reaction.”

Their reaction was to slobber both fathers with kisses, and express their utter joy.

Alan had to ask.  “What about you two sharing a room, given your different sexual orientations?”

“It hasn’t hurt our relationship until now,” Devon said.

“It’ll be fun to bunk in with my best friend,” Matt said.  “We’ll consider it mature sleepovers.  We both missed that as kids.”

It only took James three months to sell his condo, one month to move over to Alan’s, and three months for Devon and Matt to stop kidding themselves.

One night Alan and James were particularly noisy making love.  The boys heard them and kept giggling.

“I’m so jealous, and horny,” Matt said.

“I wish I knew what the attraction was all about,” Devon mumbled.

“I love you,” Matt said, shocking Devon.  “Let me demonstrate what the attraction is.  I promise; you won’t be sorry.”

Devon was quiet for a very long while.  Finally, he grabbed Matt in a bear hug.

“Jerk,” Devon said.  “I’ve been waiting and waiting for you to say something.  Didn’t you ever wonder why you were heavily into dating guys, and I never dated girls or guys?”

“I must have been incredibly blind,” Matt said.  “I didn’t notice at all.”

“From the moment we started to share a bedroom, I was totally confused that first week.  I didn’t understand what I was feeling, sharing a bedroom with a very naked you.  I wanted to strip, jump into bed with you, and cuddle.”

“Why didn’t you?” Matt asked.  He sounded distressed.

“I was afraid you’d think I wanted more.  One day I realized that I was the one who wanted more.  You’ll have to give me lessons,” Devon said.  “As incredible as I find it, I love you also.  I want us to spend our lives together.”

Matt jumped out of his twin bed, and right on top of Devon.  He pulled Devon’s shorty pajama bottoms right down.  They had seen each other naked more times than they could remember, so there was no awkwardness.  They were both cut, and about four inches flaccid.  This was the first time they saw each other hard.  They were both about a solid seven inches.

“Our dads are still up,” Matt said.  “They’re watching TV in the living room.  Let’s tell them and make them the two happiest dudes in New York.”

Shamelessly, the two young men ran naked into the living room.  “We’re in love,” Devon shouted out, and Matt gave him a passionate kiss in front of their fathers.

The screeching and the celebration went on for a long time until Matt said, “I’d like to say goodnight now, Dads.  Devon and I would like to demonstrate the love we feel for each other.”

Demonstrate!  Indeed, they did.  They were up all-night making love.  The older and more experienced, Matt, taught Devon how to give a trip around the world, how to suck cock, how to rim, and finally how to fuck.  He was a good and gracious teacher.  He allowed Devon to practice on him.

When Matt was instructing Devon, he did something totally unexpected.  He licked inside of Devon’s ear.  Devon nearly flew off the bed in ecstasy.  Then Matt sucked all of Devon’s toes and the soles of his feet.  Devon had to clutch the bed sheets to keep from wiggling off the bed.  He couldn’t wait to reciprocate, and he did, without reticence.

When they had exhausted themselves, they showered, and gave each other golden showers.  Devon didn’t doubt for one minute that he and Matt were meant to be together, and that he had made the right choice.

As an extra bonus, he now knew the joy his two dads gave to each other every time they made love.

The rest, as they say, is history.

Posted: 06/30/2023