The Tennis Pro by Hankster

The Tennis Pro
by: Hankster

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It was mid morning on a beautiful Sunday in Los Angeles, and I was still sound asleep. I don’t remember what I was dreaming, but I do remember being rudely awakened by the shrill ringing of my bedside phone. I reached for it groggily, and tried to read the caller ID. While I was engaged in trying to focus my sleepy eyes on the phone, I heard a grunt. Lying beside me, on top of the bedcovers, was a gorgeous young man. He didn’t look to be of legal age, and I groaned. My teen aged son looked older than he did. He was in his birthday suit, and he had a humongous cut cock. He was practically hairless. I could hear him breathing, but I had no idea who he was. Worse, I had no recollection of having had sex with him the previous night, if indeed we had engaged in sex at all.

It struck me that lately I had awakened too often to find a nameless body sleeping beside me. Ever since I divorced my wife, or more accurately, she divorced me, my life has been a series of drunken one night stands with both men and women. I am an equal opportunity fucker, sometimes the fuckee.

My eyes finally focused in on the caller ID screen, and I was surprised to see the name, M Cook. Mark was the tennis pro at my country club, but more importantly, he was the guy my wife married after she dumped me. I was glad to be free of Karen when she left me, but I did not have high hopes for her second marriage. Karen is a stunner, and she looks much younger than her thirty-nine years, but still, Mark is ten years her junior.

“Hello,” I mumbled. I waited expectantly. I was more than intrigued by his call.

“Hey Larry,” I heard. “It’s Mark Cook.”

“Yes?” I asked with a question mark in my voice.

“I’m Sorry to bother you,” he said. “I’m at the club. I was wondering if you could come by for lunch. It’s on me.” I said nothing and there was silence. Finally he added. “I really need to talk to you.”

I grew concerned. “There’s nothing wrong with my kids?” I asked in alarm. My son Daniel is nearing seventeen and my daughter Jordana is about to have her sixteenth birthday. Both my kids live with their mother and Mark.

“No, no, nothing like that. I just need to speak to you. I can’t talk about it on the phone. I’d really appreciate if you would have lunch with me today.”

I grumbled my acceptance and hung up the phone. I needed to pee badly and relieve my morning wood. I tried to get out of bed without disturbing sleeping beauty. I crept to the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I examined myself in the mirror, and was not pleased to see what I saw.

I had a two day growth of beard, and black circles under my eyes. I looked a real mess, but the rest of the image pleased me. I stood five feet eleven, and possessed a lean hard body. My blue eyes were still blue, but a bit red at the moment. My hair was straight and dark blond. I remember when I had platinum blond kiddy hair. My chin was square and strong. My cock was cut and hung below my balls. It was probably five inches flaccid and seven inches hard. I never measured. I smiled in the mirror as I thought to myself that I didn’t look more than a few years older than my son. He was a clone of me except he was two inches taller. He got his height from Karen’s father. He had a slight scar on his left cheek from where the doctor turned him in Karen’s womb when he was born. Actually it made him look manlier than I did. I still had a very boyish appearance. I knew he was cut like me, but I couldn’t help wondering how big his cock had grown. I hadn’t seen him naked since the last time I took him in the shower with me, just before his fifth birthday.

I shit, showered, brushed my teeth, and shaved. I was probably in the bathroom for about a half hour. When I returned to the bedroom, my bed mate was gone. I looked around quickly, and could not discern that anything had been taken. I would never know who he was, but at least I knew that I had good taste.

I was partly wrong. I found a note on the dresser. It read:

Dear Mr. Sherwood:

Thanks for a wonderful evening.

You are a great lover. Jake.

Well, I now knew that I had indeed had sex with the boy, but I still didn’t know who he was. I groaned when I read Mr. Sherwood. Jake must have viewed me as an old man.

I proceeded to dress for my luncheon date with Mark. Even though I had brushed my teeth, my mouth still tasted like morning after shit, so as soon as I dressed and straightened out my bed, I went into the kitchen and poured myself a tall glass of orange juice. It would have to do me until I could sit down with Mark for a meal. Hoping to cure my hangover, I vowed to have a scotch, straight up, as soon as I got to the club. I locked up the house and drove my car out of the garage.

Traffic on the freeway was very heavy, and I figured it would be an hour or more before I could get to my destination. I didn’t have Mark’s number, but I called the reception desk at the country club and left a message for him that I was running late. Stuck in the impossible Los Angeles traffic for long stretches at a time, I had plenty of time to reflect on the events leading up to what might be an interesting meeting with Mark Cook.

******

I had always been a jock in high school. I was tall, blond, handsome, and a two letter man. I was besieged with young women (girls really) who wanted to lose their virginity with me. I had no trouble obliging them. When most of my friends were still using their fists for sex, I was already a seasoned veteran. I continued my successful run with the women in college.

Early in my freshman year, my room mate came out to me. I was surprised to learn that he was gay, but I was big about it and very liberal, and I let him know that it made no difference to me or to our friendship. Jared was handsome and athletic, and did not fit any of the gay stereotypes. He often walked naked around our dorm room, so I knew that his flaccid uncut cock was at least an inch bigger than mine. I wondered how big it was when he got hard.

We got drunk together one night and when we got back to our room, we both stripped completely. I lay down on my bed and Jared pretended to pass out right on top of me. I don’t know if he knew what he was doing, or if he did it in a drunken state, but he began to seduce me. His hands were all over my most private parts. I was more than curious, and he was arousing me, so I allowed myself to taste the forbidden fruit. I figured it was a one time shot and I wanted to experience it all, so I gave Jared as good as I got from him, both anally and orally. I discovered that he was thicker and longer than me when he was hard. That man’s dick was a beauty. Afterwards, lying in his arms as he slept, I realized that it didn’t take a genius to tell me that the man to man sex I had just experienced satisfied my needs far more than any sex I had ever had with a woman. I continued to have sex with Jared and with many women (no other men) until graduation. I knew that as much as Jared satisfied me, I wasn’t going to complicate my life by living it as a gay man.

Lucky for me, I met Karen at my first job. I landed a great position with an electrical engineering firm, and Karen was my boss’s secretary. She was a real beauty. She had long brown hair, hazel eyes and a figure that wouldn’t quit. Her tits were firm and neither too large nor too small. I adored her upturned nose and the few freckles along the bridge. She slept with me on our very first date, and to my delight she liked to do things I had only done with Jared, and which no other women wanted to do with me. Yes, some of them enjoyed sucking my cock, but none to date liked anal sex and certainly wouldn’t permit me to do it to them. Karen, on the other hand, practically begged me for it. On her part, she was pleased that I didn’t balk at anal sex, or get turned off by it. I can’t honestly say that I loved Karen, but I knew I would never find a better sex partner among the ranks of the female of the species. We got married when I was twenty-four and she was twenty-two.

When my son Daniel was on his way, Karen resigned her position and became a full time mother and homemaker. Daniel was born two weeks shy of our first anniversary when I was a young twenty-five year old yuppie.

My firm grew by leaps and bounds, and in a few short years I made partner. As my income grew, we bought a new home (a very large one) and once we settled in our up scale neighborhood, we joined the country club most of our neighbors belonged to. We were living the American dream. I really don’t believe that we appreciated our good fortune. We just thought it was our due.

******

When Mark came to work at West Los Angeles Country Club, Daniel was just eleven years old. The first time Karen saw the tennis pro, her heart skipped a beat. He was a six foot tall handsome athlete. His wavy black hair was almost ebony, and it accentuated his pale skin and sky blue eyes. His chin was strong and his body was hard. His short, short tennis shorts left little to the imagination concerning his package. Karen had always been a great tennis player, but she immediately enrolled Daniel in a beginner’s class just so that she could get to know Mark better. She made up her mind to seduce him.

At the time she met Mark, she had been cheating on Larry for three years. When they had been married for nine years, she decided that she was bored, and needed a variety of men, with their different sizes and techniques, to satisfy her. Larry had many opportunities to cheat, but he stayed true to his wedding vows. One of his coworkers was gay and out, and Carl often joked with him about how much he wanted to go to bed with him. Larry was tempted, but he remained loyal to Karen. Even so, he remained good friends with Carl, and often had lunch with him.

When Mark first laid eyes on the young eleven year old Daniel Sherwood, he had trouble controlling his rising cock. The boy was almost as tall as he was, mature for his age, and exceptionally handsome. He knew that the boy was way out of bounds, and he started to teach him with decorum and restraint. When it would even have been obvious to the village idiot that Karen was coming on to him, Mark encouraged her advances. He saw it as an opportunity to be close to Daniel. He made it his mission one day to have sex with Daniel.

So it wasn’t very hard for Karen to bed Mark, and they began to have sex regularly. Unfortunately the only time he saw Daniel was at tennis lessons, and those times were sporadic at best. Mark used every trick in his book to keep Karen satisfied and wanting more. He was very successful, and one day, nearly a year after they started to have sex, Karen announced that she was leaving Larry and wanted to marry Mark. Mark was shocked. He certainly didn’t want to marry Karen, but he knew that marriage would mean that he would be living in the same house as Daniel. He gave in to Karen’s pleading, and did as she wanted. He was actually giving in to his desire for Daniel.

Five years of marriage went by quickly. Daniel was now nearly seventeen years old and Mark’s lascivious desires were becoming an obsession with him. There were many times when the two men were alone in the house together, and Mark would talk to Daniel about sex, and would ask him about his love life, which was almost non existent. Daniel often neglected to lock the bathroom door when he was in there, and Mark would “accidently” walk in on him. Daniel would object strongly and Mark would leave. He tried to arrange a fishing trip just for him and Daniel, but Daniel nixed it, stating how much he hated fishing. Mark was getting desperate.

His obsession had a ripple effect. He was paying less and less attention to his spousal bedroom duties, and Karen’s eyes were wandering again. She had gone back to work as a secretary, and she started to have an affair with a co-worker. Mark sensed what was going on, and fearing that he would lose Daniel, he began to pay more attention to Karen. It was too late. She was too smitten with her co-worker.

Mark knew that Larry had been through the same experience and he decided to call him and seek his advice.

******

The traffic began to move slowly and I snapped out of my reveries. I wondered what Mark could possibly want to talk to me about. As long as it didn’t concern my children, I wasn’t too worried. I wondered if he, or maybe Karen, was sick. I couldn’t care less if it was so. I would be glad to offer my kids a home even if it would impede my sex life. Traffic halted again, and I began to think back to my life since Karen left me.

******

Larry didn’t have sex for nearly two months after Karen and he split up. One day he let Carl talk him into having dinner with him that night. Larry was honest enough with himself to fear what might happen. He remembered the wonderful sex he and Jared had enjoyed in college. He was afraid that he would finally give in to Carl and go to bed with him. Well that would be fun, he concluded, and he wondered what he was so fearful of.

Carl wasn’t the beauty that Jared had been. He was maybe five feet seven, and a wee bit plump. Larry also knew from sightings in the men’s room that Carl’s cut dick was no more than three inches flaccid. Still he might be a grower and not a shower. None of that mattered. Larry really liked Carl. He was a kind and gentle man, cute and cuddly as well.

Sure enough, he and Carl had sex that very night and many times after that. Carl pushed for a commitment, but Larry wasn’t interested. Instead he hopped from one sex partner to another. He was oblivious to which sex he slept with. He just wanted to have fun.

In the meantime, Mark’s obsession to have sex with Daniel was becoming morbid. He was losing all reason. He and Karen were planning a big party for Jordana’s sixteenth birthday. Jordana was a very popular kid and the guest list was overwhelming. Fortunately everything was being catered in the back yard, so there was plenty of room. About an hour before the party, Daniel went upstairs to shower and get dressed.

Mark followed him, and when Daniel went into the bathroom, he waited until he heard the water running in the shower. He slipped into the bathroom and locked the door. He removed all his clothes and entered the shower. Daniel had not heard or seen Mark because of the cascading water. To say he was shocked would be putting it mildly. Before he could question or object, Mark took Daniel’s cock in his hand and started to stroke it. The feel of the cut seven inch beauty aroused Mark to his limit of hardness.

How difficult is it to seduce a seventeen year old boy? Daniel’s cock grew harder and extremely luscious in Mark’s hand. Daniel began to moan and Mark took it as a good sign. He fell to his knees and took Daniel’s cock into his mouth. His tongue ran up and down the underside of Daniel’s dick, and his lips pulsated sensually on the base. It didn’t take Daniel long to cum convulsively in Mark’s mouth.

Mark grew frightened because of what he had done, but he needn’t have. Daniel raised him up and began to kiss him. At the same time, Daniel fondled Mark. Daniel was amazed at how thick and long Mark’s hard cock was. Now it was Daniel who fell to his knees and went down on Mark. Before Mark could cum, Daniel stood up and turned his ass to Mark. “Fuck me,” he demanded, and Mark soaped his cock really good and entered Daniel easily. Mark suspected that Daniel might not be a virgin. Several short jabs later, Mark unloaded up Daniel’s ass. Afterwards the two kissed passionately and Daniel whispered in Mark’s ear, “What took you so long to seduce me? I was getting ready to turn the tables on you.” They laughed, cleaned each other up, and got dressed for the party. After that they had sex often, but when Mark realized that he was losing Karen, he feared he would lose Daniel as well. He decided to call Larry for advice. He didn’t want to make the same mistakes Larry had. He wanted to keep Karen, or rather, Daniel.

******

I entered the bar at the country club and immediately ordered a scotch and soda. After the first sip, I asked the bartender, Jamie, to please have Mark paged, and let him know that I was at the bar waiting for him. Jamie was openly gay. I didn’t like how he smiled and winked at me when I asked him to page Mark. Did he know something I didn’t know? He paged Mark, and five minutes later, Mark came into the bar with his hand extended. We shook hands and stared at each other. I rarely interacted with Mark, and I had forgotten how handsome he was. We were both speechless and I could see that Mark was looking at me strangely.

Mark was awed at the strong resemblance my son had to me. I didn’t know it at the time, but he immediately hungered for me as he had hungered for Daniel. Fortunately, my sex life was private, and he had no reason to believe I was anything but straight. He was wondering if he could seduce me, and it left him speechless.

Finally we both found our tongues. “I’ve reserved a quiet table in the far corner of the dining room,” he said. “We’ll be able to chat privately.”

“OK,” I mumbled and followed him to the dining room. The maitre d’ seated us in a far corner, and I could see that we did indeed have our privacy. The table was a small table for two. Instead of sitting opposite me, Mark moved his chair around to sit at right angles to me.

I guess one of my eyebrows raised up, because that prompted him to say, “I want to speak to you confidentially. If I whisper, you’ll be able to hear me better.” All I could do was nod and grunt.

He said nothing to me until after we placed our orders, then he leaned into me. When he did that our knees touched, but neither of us moved away. “I’m losing Karen,” he said. “I’m pretty sure she’s having an affair with some guy in her office. I know this will sound crazy to you, but you’ve been through the same thing. I don’t want to lose her, and I thought you could offer me some advice from your own experience, which might help me.”

I was stunned, but when it all sank in, I started to laugh. “Forgive me for laughing,” I giggled, “but I’m the wrong one to ask for help. I had no problem giving Karen up. I don’t think I ever really loved her. It was all about the sex.” I paused and I could see the disappointment on Mark’s face, so I leaned right into him. Our knees were now grinding harder together. I whispered in his ear, “You fuck her in the ass, don’t you? It’s her favorite thing.”

“That’s not the problem,” he whispered back. “I ass fuck her more than the other way.”

“Well, she needs a lot of sex,” I suggested. “Sometimes she would bug me for it two or three times a day. Luckily I was young, like you are now, or I couldn’t have kept up.”

The look on Mark’s face was unmistakable. It was a look of pure guilt. “I’ve got something on the side,” he whispered in my ear, “and I may have neglected her a little.”

I was shocked, but I put on my wise face, and said, “There you go. I am able to help you after all. Give up your side activities and concentrate on your wife.” Mark looked pained.

“I wish I could,” he said, “but I can’t. I need them both.” I could tell that he wanted to tell me something more, something even more confidential, but I could also tell that he wasn’t going to reveal any more to me. I thought that he might do so at a later time, but not now. What more could I say?

“If you want to hold on to Karen, I guess you will have to have enough stamina for both women,” I mumbled. His mouth opened up, and for a brief moment I thought he would reveal more to me, but he clamped shut his lips.

After lunch we shook hands and parted. As I left him I said, “I’m really sorry I wasn’t much help to you. All I can do is wish you good luck.”

“I hope we can see each other again soon. I’d like for us to be friends,” Mark said, looking sheepish.

“Yes,” I answered. “That would be nice. I’d like that too.”

******

About a week later, I got a call from Daniel just as I was leaving my office. He didn’t ask, he begged me to have dinner with him that evening. He said that he had an important matter to discuss with me. I had plans for dinner and sex with Carl that evening, but I cancelled, much to Carl’s chagrin.

Daniel met me an hour later at his favorite barbequed chicken and rib joint. As soon as we were settled at our table, I asked him what was so important. He looked uncomfortable and said, “Dad, I really don’t want to discuss it here. After dinner could we go to your place and talk in private?” Now I was really intrigued. Neither of us lingered long over dinner.

When we arrived home, Daniel settled into my big lounge chair and I made myself a scotch and soda. I offered him a coke which he turned down. I sat down on my sofa facing him. “OK,” I said. “Shoot!”

Daniel sat upright on the lounge. “Dad,” he declared, “I’m gay.”

Daniel was a jock like me, and frankly I was shocked. I still did not identify myself as gay or bi sexual. I considered my dalliances with men to be pure fun and games. I guess he left me speechless which prompted him to say, “You hate me, don’t you?”

It was as if a knife went through my heart. I jumped up and went over to him. He stood up and I embraced him. He started to weep and he put his arms around me. “Dumb ass,” I said. “I could never hate you. I would love you no matter what. Do you think I give a fuck who you sleep with?” Lightening struck and I added, “Have you had a gay experience yet?”

“Yes Dad. In fact that’s why I told you. I’m in love with an older man. We have sex often, but he’s married, and I don’t know what to do.”

“How much older?” I asked for no particular reason.

“About twelve years.”

“I’ve already told you that I can accept that you are gay. What do you want me to say about your older lover, who is married to boot? I certainly don’t approve. You should be looking for someone your own age, and available.”

“I know that, Dad,” “but I love him. I want to be with him all the time, but because of circumstances that’s not possible. And for the past week, I have hardly seen him. He seems to be avoiding me.”

“Chances are that he’ll never leave his wife for you or any other guy. You have to give him up son,” I said. I tried hard to keep calm. Then I went out on a limb. “Listen to me,” I said. “Since your mother and I split, I have been having nothing but recreational sex. I rarely see anyone twice, and I am just as apt to wake up with a strange woman in my bed with me as a strange man. I swing both ways. I have fun, and the last thing in the world I want is a goddamn relationship. Who needs it? I have sex several times a week, and don’t ever suffer the pangs of love.” As I said those words, I thought of Mark Cook. I felt a stirring in my groin, and I was shocked at the thought.

Daniel was staring at me. “You have sex with men?” he asked. Had I really admitted it to him?

I nodded and asked him if he had ever had sex with a girl. He shook his head. “I like both sexes,” I repeated. Daniel didn’t know what to say so he just hugged me.

“I’m glad you confided in me, son. Does your mother know?” I asked. Daniel shook his head. “When you are ready to tell her, let me know. I can be there with you if you like?”

“Gee Dad that would be great.” He hugged me tighter.

“Another thing, young man,” I said sternly. “You’re jail bait. I could talk to this cheating SOB and scare the shit out of him.”

“Oh, please don’t,” Daniel pleaded. “I know he could go to jail for having sex with me, but that would hurt his wife, and I don’t want that on my conscience.”

“Then promise me that you’ll stop seeing him.”

“I’ll try.”

In the days that followed I could not lose the picture of my own son having sex with an older man. The other guy remained faceless to me, but I grew more and more curious as the days flew by. Often in the throes of passion, that image would come to me.

On the following Sunday, I invited Carl to golf with me at the club. We were in the bar after the round, and just as we clinked our glasses containing our first drinks, Mark walked in. He spotted us and he came right over. We shook hands and I introduced him to Carl. I could see the look of lust in Carl’s eyes. He asked Mark to join us. I wasn’t happy about it, but I couldn’t say anything.

Carl only had the one drink, and then said that he had to leave. His folks had invited him to dinner that evening and he had accepted. He left me alone with Mark. As soon as Carl was out of the bar, Mark said to me, “Daniel told me he came out to you, and you were very supportive. That left me in no position to be otherwise. How do you really feel about it?”

“It’s none of my business who Daniel sleeps with. I just don’t want to see him hurt. Did he tell you about his older, married lover?”

“Yes,” Mark nodded. “I told him what you told him.”

“And what was that?” I asked.

“Give him up. Look for someone your own age. Don’t get serious. Have sex for fun. Try it with a girl. All that stuff. But he told me that neither he nor his lover wanted to give each other up.”

“That’s lousy,” I said.

“He also told me that you have sex with men as well as women,” Mark said in a conspiratorial tone of voice.

“Damn that kid,” I pretended to be angry. “I told him that in strict confidence.”

We were still seated at the bar, but Mark put his hand on my knee. It was rather very much in the open, but I didn’t stop him. “Don’t sweat it man,” he whispered. “I do it too. I think most men try it one time or another. I find it very, very satisfying.”

I was springing a boner. I have already told you how attracted I was to Mark. I don’t know where I got the courage from, but I asked him, “Would you like to go to my place if you are free.”

He smiled, “I’m very free. Karen won’t be home tonight. I think she is seeing her lover. Let’s get out of here. I’ll follow you in my car.” As we left, I could swear that I saw Jamie, the bartender, smirking at us.

When I got to my house I pulled my car into the garage, and Mark parked in my driveway. He got out of his car and followed me into the garage. I closed the overhead door and before we could even enter into the house we were all over each other, kissing and trying to undue our belts.

“Please,” I said, “let’s go inside.” Once we were in the house we calmed down a little. I led Mark to my bedroom where we stripped and dragged each other into my bed. It turned out that Mark was much more aggressive than I ever was. He threw himself on top of me and started kissing me passionately while fondling my balls. Damn!! It felt good. He was rough. Not so rough as to hurt me, but rough enough to get my juices going. I kissed him back hard, and then I surrendered completely to him. I sensed that was what he wanted of me.

He kissed his way down my body as I lay back, very passive. His kisses were accompanied with little nips at my skin. I shivered with delight as he went lower and lower. He reached my balls and managed to get both of them in his mouth at once. He suckled for a long while and I thought I was cumming. He sensed it also. He withdrew and slathered his tongue up and down my crack, and when my moaning grew too loud, he transferred his tongue to my cock, and nibbled on it. It was a while before he started to stroke it with his tongue. Then something happened to me that had never happened before.

I felt my orgasm building, but it wasn’t in my crotch. It seemed to be welling up in my toes and then in my fingertips. It travelled slowly through my body and finally reached my cock. Not only was my cock spasming, but my whole body was. I felt my orgasm in every cell of my body. The orgasm took forever to climax, and then it did not seem to cease. Long after I had stopped ejaculating, I continued to orgasm throughout my whole body. Thankfully it just went on and on.

I tried to warn Mark when I was cumming, but I couldn’t breathe and I came gushing down his throat. He swallowed it all. He kept my cock in his mouth until it was mush. Then he retrieved his pants and removed a lubricated condom. He put it on and stood between my legs. I just smiled at him and wrapped my legs around his waist. Positioning his cockhead at my manhole, he pushed in slowly. He penetrated so slowly that I hardly felt when he went past my sphincter. I didn’t realize that he was all the way in until I felt his pubic hair against my ass cheeks.

“Fuck me,” I tried to yell, but I was shocked at how weak my voice sounded. “Fuck me,” I said again, accepting the child like sound of my voice. He fucked me hard, and came too quickly for my taste. I so wanted more of him. Well, he was young. Maybe he could fuck me again after some rest.

He collapsed on top of me and we hugged and kissed for what seemed forever. I was surprised. Usually after sex, if I was sober, I was anxious to clean up and either leave my trick or have him/her leave me. Then again nobody had ever affected me the way Mark just did. I found myself content to lie in his arms and snuggle with him. I wanted to stay this way all night. I could only wonder if this could be love when Mark whispered in my ear, “Dammit, Larry Sherwood, I think I love you. I don’t want to go home. I want to stay here all night with you, no matter what the consequences.”

All I could do was utter in a guttural voice, “Stay, Mark. I really want you to stay. I think I love you too. This is a fine mess we have gotten into.”

“It’s worse than you know,” Mark said.

“What do you mean?” I asked. Mark got off of me and sat up in bed. He took my hand and held it.

“First, let me tell you that I’d be happy to spend the rest of my life with you,” he said. “I fell in love with you that day I asked you to have lunch with me. Please believe that. Like you, I never really loved Karen. I married her for the sex, but not her sex. I wanted to be close to Daniel.”

I pulled my hand away from him. “Are you…. are you the older married man my son is sleeping with?” I tried to put a lot of spite in my voice, but I couldn’t. It just came out as an ordinary question. Mark just nodded and started to weep.

“I never touched him until a few weeks ago,” he said, “when he had just turned seventeen. He went out of his way to be naked in my presence, and he never locked the bathroom door. He tempted me beyond my endurance. We both wanted it. I swear.”

I suddenly grabbed Mark and embraced him to reassure him that I still loved him and wanted him. “Well, that puts Karen on the back burner as a problem for us,” I said, “but what the hell are we going to do about Daniel?”

“Nothing,” Mark said. “I’ll just tell him that I’m too old for him and break it off. Karen and I will be splitting soon, so that will make it easier for both of us.”

“That’s all well and good,” I commented, “but what happens when he finds out that we are a couple? I don’t know if I can share him with you.”

“You won’t have to. He’s going up to Berkley in a couple of months. He just might meet someone there. Let’s not do anything to rock the boat until he leaves.”

“That sounds good, but you’ll have to fuck Karen and Daniel during that time. Where does that leave me?”

“I told you,” Mark answered, “I’ll break it off with Daniel and avoid sleeping with him. Karen has a lover and she’ll probably kick me out any time now. I just don’t think we have a problem. I guess that means that I should probably go home now and ride it out.”

“I think so too,” I said.

“When will I see you again?” Mark asked.

“Whenever you can. I’m all yours,” I answered him.

******

Daniel graduated from high school three weeks later. He had been solemn and morose ever since he came out to me. I got him alone after the ceremony and asked point blank what the matter was. “My lover won’t see me anymore,” he said. “He broke it off because of our age difference. I know that’s nonsense. It must be something else.”

“You’ll be fine,” I said. “Your mother left me, and I’m doing great. When you go off to college in a few weeks, I just know you’ll meet lots of great guys.” I told him about me and Jared, but I don’t think he looked any more relieved than he had before my little speech.

That night Karen made a graduation party for Daniel. She introduced me to a good looking man from work. I could tell that he was a few years younger than she, and I was certain that he was her new heart throb. That night, after the party, she asked Mark to leave. He packed a couple of suitcases and she said she would send the rest of his stuff to him when he got settled.

First he knocked on Jordana’s door to say goodbye. She couldn’t care less that he was leaving. Jordana was still sulking over my departure. Then he went into Daniel’s room without knocking. He assured Daniel that he would stay in touch with him. “You can always reach me through the club,” he told my son. That having been said, he drove straight to my house.

Thank God the next day was a Saturday. Mark and I had made love all night, and I couldn’t get out of bed. Poor Mark had several lessons to give that morning and he dragged his ass out of bed and to the club. He came home after his last lesson and went right to bed. While he was napping, I decided to surprise him with a homemade dinner. I was puttering in the kitchen, when there was a knock at my back door. Daniel was standing there looking ghastly.

“What’s wrong?” I asked him.

“Mom kicked Mark out.”

“I know,” I told him.

“No, you don’t know,” he protested. “Mark is… was my lover.”

“I know,” I repeated myself.

“You know? How?”

“He told me.”

“And you didn’t kill him?” Daniel asked incredulously.

I laughed. “No,” I said. “You see Mark and I love each other and we are going to live together.” Daniel started to say something, but I held up my hand to stop him. “We both love you very much. Never doubt that, but what you have with Mark is an infatuation and what he had with you was an obsession. What he has with me is love. I’ll make you a deal,” I said. “If I give you one last night with Mark, will you promise me that you will give us your blessings and try to find happiness with someone your own age.”

“You would do that for us?” he asked.

“Yes, I think I can talk Mark into it.”

“Talk me into what?” a voice behind us asked. Mark had come into the kitchen totally naked. When he saw Daniel he tried to cover himself, but he realized the absurdity of the situation, and Daniel and I broke out laughing.

“I promised Daniel one final night with you in return for his blessings,” I answered Mark’s question.

Mark looked at Daniel. “You know that I would do anything for you, son, but your father is asking me to do something very pleasurable in order to receive your blessings, so there’s no problem.” Then he looked at me. “I don’t suppose you would care to join us?” he asked.

“Yuck,” I said. “No that would be way too weird.”

“Yes,” Daniel agreed, “too weird.”

Mark ran upstairs to put on clothes. It turned out to be a pair of boxers. The three of us busied ourselves making dinner. I called Karen and told her that Daniel was sleeping over. After dinner, we cleaned up. We embraced in a three way hug, and Mark and Daniel went upstairs to the master bedroom to say their farewells. I opted that night for the guest room.

I tried not to listen, but I could hear their love making all night. I was tempted to join them after all, but I resisted.

After that night I never slept with anyone else but Mark. Carl was devastated, but I told him it was time for him to settle down and find someone for himself. As for Mark, he had plenty of temptations at the club, but he came home to me every night, and he always assured me that I was the only one he wanted or needed.

Posted: 02/04/11