Bo & Dusty

By: Ron Robbins
(© 2010 by the author)
Editor: Frank Perry

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Chapter 5

Bo and Dusty arrived on Paradise Island to spend the last week of their vacation. They stayed at the family high-rise penthouse his dad purchased three years earlier.

"This place is absolutely beautiful, Dusty. This has been a wonderful vacation; I cannot believe tomorrow is our last day together. Anything special you'd like to do?"

"Yes. I would like to charter a sailboat and spend a leisurely day sailing. Then finish it off with a gourmet dinner at one of the finest five-star restaurants in town."

"Sounds great to me; let's go for it."

That evening they were seated in the restaurant having their wine. Bo said, "Dusty, I hope we can do this again. We always manage to have a great time together. It's sad that it has to end so soon."

"I would like that, Bo."

They finished dinner and strolled back to the condominium.

"I'm changing into something more comfortable, Dusty; be back in a few minutes."

When Bo returned to the living room, he selected some dreamy music on the stereo. He poured two snifters of brandy. "How romantic," Dusty said.

"Come over here and sit next to me, Dusty."

"Dusty, we've never lied to each other and I'm not going to start now. We have both been apprehensive by this separation. I thought you were about to break down at the table tonight. You just picked at your food. This is not the end of the world, you know."

"I know. I'm sorry if I spoiled our last night together."

"You could never do that, Dusty. This is difficult for me as well, but I realize it must be devastating for you. I'm going to ask you something that is completely bizarre and I won't be offended it you refuse. I want you to make love with me tonight. I must warn you that I have not changed my orientation and I don't know if I'll be any good at it, but I want you. Would you be willing to take that risk?"

"I accept your offer." Dusty took his hand and led him into his bedroom. "Take off your clothes and lie down in the middle of the bed on your back and let me take care of everything else. Dusty straddled him at the knees and began massaging him from the neck down. He gently kissed every part of Bo's body as he moved down his chest and stomach. By the time, he reached the groin area, Bo was moaning with pleasure and was fully erect.

Dusty kissed him on his neck and moved to his lips. He gently nibbled at his large full lips. Dusty alternated his kisses between Bo's lips and his ears. He was driving Bo wild.

Bo grabbed his head and kissed him hard forcing his tongue deep into Dusty's mouth. "Please, Dusty, you’re driving me insane."

"Cool down, Baby, I've only begun. You're never going to forget this night as long as you live."

Dusty continued until he himself was on the edge. "Okay, Baby, I'm ready for you to lay me on my back and make love to me."

Bo did not rush. He was enjoying this experience and held Dusty tight in his arms. He felt Dusty's body tighten so he reached up and pulled his head down until their lips met. They both reached their orgasm simultaneously. Bo collapsed on top of Dusty.

After his breathing returned to normal, Bo led Dusty into the shower. They returned to bed and Bo pulled him close. "God, you're fantastic I never knew male sex could be so great. You are an artist"

"Considering you're the first man I've ever had intercourse with, it was a wonderful experience. Will you sleep with me tonight?" Dusty asked. "We will have come full circle in our relationship. We slept together the first night we met, now once again at the end."

"Of course I'll sleep with you, Dusty. This is the first time I've seen you completely naked. You have a beautiful body. Besides which you are one hot sexy guy. Don't be surprised if I make love to you again before the night is over."

"Thanks for the kind words. My body is yours for the rest of the night."

Dusty turned over and was asleep in a matter of minutes. Bo got up, walked to the living room, and turned off the stereo. He picked up the brandy snifter and carried it out to the patio. It was a beautiful moonlit night with a pleasant breeze rustling the curtains. He shook his head and smiled to himself and thought, 'This has been the most fantastic three weeks of my life. God, Dusty is hot. I never had sex that intense in my life before.' He touched his lips with his fingertips and felt an electric tingle pass through his body. He finished his brandy and returned to bed. He took Dusty in his arms and kissed him until he woke up and they made love again.

Bo awoke to see Dusty's face staring down at him. Dusty was kneeling between his outstretched legs. He leaned down and nibbled on his lips as he had done before. Bo felt Dusty's lips on his face, neck and chest. He nibbled on Bo's nipples and drove him wild. They made love again.

Bo experienced the longest and most sustained orgasm he could remember. He took Dusty in his arms and kissed him, wrapping his arms around him. When he finally woke again, the sun was shining in through the windows. Dusty was gone. Bo stretched and felt wonderful and completely refreshed. The clothes they shed the night before were gone. His robe was lying on the end of the bed. He slipped it on and found Dusty out on the patio having a cup of coffee, reading the morning paper.

"Good morning, Dusty, how long have you been up?"

"Good morning, Bo, about an hour, are you okay?"

"I feel marvelous and completely rested, and you?"

"Sensational, it's been a wonderful vacation. I thought we'd take off around ten o'clock, which should put us into Westchester County Airport around three. Is that alright with you?"

"That's fine. Paul said he would be here at eight-thirty to pack our bags. Would you like me to cook you breakfast?" Bo asked.

"No, you go shower and get dressed and I'll fix us breakfast, for old time's sake."

Bo smiled, "That would be nice, Tiger."

Bo returned a half hour later. Dusty took the prepared plates out of the oven and placed them on the table.

"You haven't lost your touch, Dusty. You are still a great chef. I'm going to miss this personal touch."

"Look, Bo, there is no reason you can't come home with me on Friday evenings and see the kids and leave after breakfast on Saturday morning to drive over to visit with Mary Ellen. The children care for you, Bo, please doesn’t cut them out of your life."

"I won't, Dusty. If I'm not tied up in town, I will be happy to drive out with you on Friday night." They finished their breakfast and headed for the airport.

The pilot took off as soon as Dusty and Bo were settled in the lounge. The flight engineer served them lunch. He poured the wine and left. "Why are you staring at me like that, Bo?"

"Sorry, I wasn't aware I was staring. That is not entirely true, Tiger. Frankly, I was concerned about how you were going to act on the flight home today. I was afraid it was going to be a repeat of our dinner last night."

"I lied to you this morning about waking up early. I never went back to sleep after we made love the last time. I lay in your arms and sorted everything out in my mind. It was wrong of me to make you feel so uncomfortable at dinner last night. You are doing the right thing, Bo. You're a tender and loving guy. What you did for me last night proves that you are a true friend. It's only fitting that you marry Mary Ellen and start a family of your own. It was selfish of me to let my love for you destroy the friendship we have enjoyed over the years. I don't want to drive you away. If the situation were reversed, I know I would try to avoid you as much as possible. I have children to raise and a business to run.

"It's important that I include Mary Ellen in the picture, if our friendship is to last. Keep that in mind in the future. We must both consider her feelings now. Remember, Bo, you were my first love and deep down in my heart that will never change. However, now that you're engaged to Mary Ellen, I can never allow last night to happen again. You belong to her now. I said goodbye to you as the sun rose on us this morning."

The tears were running down Bo's cheeks as Dusty finished. Dusty took his handkerchief and blotted the tears from his cheeks. "I'll save these," Dusty said.

"God, Dusty, you're tearing me apart inside. You are the only person on this earth who can do that. I feel this terrible emptiness now that I'm leaving. You have given me so much and all I do is keep taking. I've never given you anything in return."

"That's not true. You've earned everything I have ever given you, Bo. We each had something to give and I am satisfied with my end of the bargain. We should think of this vacation as the close of another chapter in our lives. Tomorrow we begin a new chapter. You're off to build a promising career and to taste married life. Moreover, I will take over the family business and raise my children. Life goes on and we accept its challenges and take over our rightful places in the scheme of things. That, my love, is the way it is. We never get everything we want in this life. You should realize that by now."

Bo refilled their glasses with wine and they finished their lunch. The engineer cleared away the trays and served them coffee.

"Feeling better, Bo?"

"A little; here I was, expecting you to be the one who broke down. It's funny how things work out in the end."

The engineer returned once again to remove the coffee cups. "Will there be anything else, Mr. Taylor?"

"No, thank you. Let us know when we are twenty minutes before landing."

"Yes sir, our ETA is two and a half hours."

"Close the compartment door behind you as you leave, please."

"I have to make a pit stop," Dusty said as he got up and walked to the restroom. He returned and sat on the lounge next to Bo. He kissed Bo on the cheek. "Don't worry, Baby, everything will work out fine. It always has for us."

Bo smiled, "You're right, it always has. Are you about ready to take a nap?"

Dusty smiled, "I thought I might."

Bo put his arm around Dusty and pulled him close. "You don't mind if I hold you like this do you?"

Dusty smiled, "As long as you don't get any wrong ideas."

Bo laughed, "You're a character. Now keep quiet and go to sleep. Dusty rested his head on Bo's shoulder and dozed off. They both woke up when the pilot announced over the speaker that they would be landing at the Westchester Airport in twenty minutes.

Bo got up to use the restroom and sat in the other lounge. "Are you taking a cab to the city, or is Mary Ellen meeting you?"

"She is out in the Hampton's this weekend getting the house in shape, so I'll grab a cab back to the city."

"See you in the office Monday morning then. I hate to think what awaits me. Let's get together for lunch Monday and start planning your future. Don't take on any new cases. Keep working with your regular clients. I suggest that you hire another associate to help you. I want you to sit in on the morning meetings from now on. This will give you an insight as to how I assign the cases. Later on, we can discuss why I made the assignment. We are both going to be busy from now on, Bo. You’re going to earn that salary before this is over."

"I don't care. I'm excited about becoming President of the firm. I'll do whatever it takes”

As they stood, Bo hugged Dusty, "Thanks for everything, Dusty. It feels strange not going home with you," Bo said.

Dusty's limo was at the field to meet him. He waited with Bo until his taxi arrived, then left.

His children and his dad were on the terrace when he arrived. The children ran to him. He picked Dustin and Claudia up in his arms and kissed them, then hugged and kissed the twins. He walked over to where his dad was sitting. "Hi, Dad, it feels good to be home". He spent an hour with the children and took them up to the nursery to see the babies. He held the babies in his arms and played with them for a while, returning them to their cribs. He rejoined his father in the family room with the four older children.

"Well, how was your trip, Son?"

"It was really great, Dad." Dusty told his dad the results of his trip and how anxious he was to get started with his new job."

"You look great. How is Bo holding up? It feels strange not having him around."

"Bo is fine. He has accepted my offer to head up the Law firm when I take over your job. In fact, he is enrolling in the same MBA program I'm in now. It will be like old times again."

"That's good news, Dusty. I was concerned that Mary Ellen and that weasel of a brother of hers would entice Bo into their den of inequity. I can't stand her brother. He's a real snake in the grass and he runs his law firm the same way. Bo is a good man and I want to keep him on our team. Are you holding up all right, Dusty? Did you and Bo talk things over?"

"Yes, Dad; the future looks very promising."

"I'm relieved to hear that. I thought you were headed for a breakdown. I know how you feel about Bo. Actually, Bo came to me for my advice. He didn't know how to bow out gracefully without hurting you. His engagement to Mary Ellen gave him the opening he needed to make the break. Bo was more concerned about how you would react than he was about his engagement. He loves you, yet not in the way you want. To be honest I didn't think this trip was a good idea. I thought it would just make matters worse."

"You are right about my feelings towards Bo. I was dreading this separation. I knew that we could not live together any longer, feeling for him as I do. It was an untenable situation. You were dead wrong though, about us being romantically involved for all those years. We were good friends. My deeper feelings for Bo only surfaced this last year.

"This vacation worked out perfectly. We had a wonderful relaxing time. We were able to play tennis and a round of golf every day, not to mention scuba diving and sailing. We spent every day we could in the sun. It was invigorating. It also gave us the opportunity to talk. This was the first time we tried hard to say what was on our minds. Believe me it was painful at times, yet I know we came away with a better understanding of each other. For the first time, I can honestly say I've reached an inner peace. The tension and heartache have subsided and I don't feel frustrated any longer. I realized something else, Dad, that no matter what happens in the future, I will never lose Bo's friendship. Sure, I'll miss not having him around and always will, but I know that he will always be there for me.

"I told him we are still family and he and Mary Ellen are welcome in this house any time. The children love him and he feels the same way about them. They have grown up seeing their Uncle Bo every day.

"As I told Bo, I plan to concentrate my energies on learning how to run our business and to raising my children. That's a full time job and should keep me content for now."

"I'm pleased that you have taken a realistic approach to your emotional problem. I want you to know that I'm proud of you, Son, and above all, I love you. You have matured and have become a fine young man. It takes a strong man to accept the disappointments of life and move on with his life. You have taken control of your life and the future should be bright for you. You have sired four healthy children and have adopted two fine young boys to carry on after we pass away. I've not always shown my affection towards you the way I should, but I plan to change that in the future. Those loving children of yours have taught me that. I guess it's the strict, no-nonsense New England background that I grew up in, that prevented me from expressing my real feelings for you.

"You were never a normal child, Dusty, and I'm not referring to your sexual orientation. Your mother and I noticed early on how intelligent you were. You were a happy baby, you never hollered like other toddlers your age. You mother would sit by the hour working with you every day, teaching you colors and shapes and all that sort of thing. We never talked baby talk to you either.

"Every parent thinks their child is the most beautiful, intelligent and above average; in your case it was true. You were my pride and joy and that has not changed to this day. I had you tested by the best doctors in the country for evaluation and they confirmed what your mother and I already guessed. You were in fact a young genius in the making.

"The child psychologists recommended that we treat you like a normal boy and not isolate you from other children your age. They recommended we place you on a waiting list for one of the leading schools in the country. Fortunately, for us, the school was located in New York City. Their policy was not accepting any child under six years old. Until you reached that age, I hired private tutors who worked with you until you were ready to attend school. Naturally, you were under the care of a team of psychologists. I imagine you will always remember the first day in that school. Even though you knew it was a boarding school, you became hysterical at bedtime to the point that I had to come down from Connecticut that night and take you home. We both commuted every day until I bought the penthouse in Manhattan. We spent the workweek in the penthouse and commuted home on weekends.

"Actually, it turned out to be a good move. We spent more time together instead of sitting on a train three hours every day. The doctors said that you were suffering the trauma of losing your mother and were afraid you would lose me as well.

"It’s funny how things turn out; there you were, blessed with a brilliant mind that ends up causing you to be branded as abnormal compared to children your own age. You tried hard to tolerate them, but it always turned out the same with every new friend you met. You would lose interest in them. They were boring to you. It was like transplanting the brain of a college senior into the body of a ten-year-old. Your classmates had nothing in common with you; that's why you earned the reputation of a loner and a nerd.

"As much as we tried to make life bearable for you, your teenage years were a disaster. I know you tried hard, son. I think you came into your own when you took an interest in swimming and tennis. You could compete in those two sports with boys your own age. As expected, you excelled in both swimming and tennis. I think this helped improve your self-esteem. That is, until you were raped at the frat house at that college.

"As bad as that was for you, Dusty, I felt it was the turning point in your life. Meeting Bo was the best thing that ever happened to you. Actually, it was better for both of you, mainly because you each had something to give to the other. I think that's what made your relationship so special. I know; I thought that you two were lovers; I won't deny that. That's what your shrinks led me to believe. Why would I think otherwise, Dusty? You're a homosexual and you're supporting this handsome guy. You were spending a small fortune on Bo and his family. You treated him like a brother and insisted that I hire him when he graduated. Now, what conclusions would you draw from that kind of relationship?"

Dusty smiled, "I can see how you would jump to that conclusion. I only wish that were the case."

"For your sake, Son, I wish that were true as well. I mean that sincerely. No one said life was easy, Dusty. Nevertheless, you're young and you have your whole life ahead of you. I know you don't think so now, but in time, it will become easier to bear. You'll find someone, believe me. We all remember our first love. You are no different from the rest of us. In time your relationship with Bo will become what it was before.

"You really have a lot to be thankful for, Son. You are young, attractive, wealthy, and in good health with six delightful children. Your future is secure and you have no financial problems."

"You're right, Dad, I'm truly blessed. You left one thing out. I have a wonderful, caring father whom I love dearly."

"Thanks, Son; how about a cocktail before dinner?" 

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To be continued...

Posted: 03/23/12