Adulting

Chip’s Story Continued From Chapter 5

I checked out of the hotel Thanksgiving morning and went back to my dad’s house. I acted like I just landed and came right over. I got to the house and cautiously let myself in, I was a little nervous considering my discovery the night before. “Dad?” I yelled, “You home?”

“CHIPPER!!!! I’M IN THE KITCHEN” He yelled, and I made my way through the house. He seemed genuinely happy to see me. He was wearing a flour-covered apron as he came in for a hug covering my clothes with flour. “I’m sorry, I’m just so happy to see you!” He turned back to the stove and told me to have a seat. There was a big, granite bar in the kitchen with a couple of stools at it. I took a seat. “Tell me everything! How’s Denver? How’s the job? How’s the new apartment? Are you and Scotty getting along?” He asked me a million questions.

“Everything is great, dad,” I said picking at the bowl of black olives sitting there. “I love Denver, the job’s okay, Scotty and I get along great. All is well.”

“Are you dating anyone?” He asked. This was the moment.

“Well, about that…” I said as dad lifted a pan from the stove, turned towards me as he stirred its contents and looked at me expectantly. “Dad. I’m gay…” I said very matter of fact “and I decided to finally come out and be me.” He was silent. He just kept stirring. It was silent for a good minute before I said “Dad?”

“Oh. Well good for you” he said in a sullen tone. “We eat in about two hours, go put your stuff away before your grandparents all get here” he said shooting me a weak smile.

I took my bags and went up to my old room. Not another word was said about it. This isn’t what I expected. Especially after what I saw last night.

Aaron’s Story 

So, Chip came out to me and I blew it. I always knew he was gay, I mean why not? It’s genetic, right, and look at his old man. Me! I had gone through his coming out to me in my head a million times and it never included me freezing up and acting like a dick. It usually included me coming out to him too. I’ve known I was gay all my life. I experimented with a girl once. ONCE and she got pregnant… thus Chip. I love Chip more than life itself and her getting pregnant was seriously the best thing that ever happened to me although it didn’t seem that way when I was a 16 year old single father.

When Tara told me she was pregnant I told my parents about it and came out to them at the same time. They were extremely supportive. I also told Tara and her parents I was gay at the same time I stepped up and promised to support her and the baby any way I could. I worked three part time jobs after school and on weekends giving Tara her every penny for Chip. I went over to visit Chip for a few minutes once a day, every day. But I rarely got to spend any real quality time with him that year because I was constantly working. Then Tara took off.

Frankly, Tara had a rep as being easy. I didn’t really know her, but I was in denial about my homosexuality and she offered a chance for me to prove myself straight, so I fucked her in the back of my old Corolla. Guess what… I came, but that didn’t change who I am. I’m still queer as a three dollar bill. There’s no denying it. Anyway being a teen mom was too much for Tara and she just disappeared. She just wasn’t ready to be tied down by a baby. She really tried but finally gave up and took off. Her parents wanted to keep Chip, but I fought and got custody. Chip moved in with me and my parents and we all worked together to raise him. Me taking the lead with both sets of parents as support. I was lucky. They all made sure I went to college, got a good job, and helped me make a loving, safe home for Chip.

It was obvious at an early age that Chip inherited my “gay gene,” hell the kid begged me for a Barbie Dreamhouse for his sixth birthday. I wanted better for him than a life of hiding who he was, so I ignored it, hoping he would turn straight or something. Honestly, I don’t know what I expected to happen. Even though my parents knew I was gay I hid it around Chip. He needed to be a kid and didn’t need to be dealing with my sexuality. That was MY problem, not his. I don’t know if hiding myself from him was the best choice, but I did it. I never brought men home or talked about it in front of him. He would stay with his grandparents two weekends a month and I would go out and let loose. I started dating Brendon when Chip was about thirteen years old I think. He had no problem with me being a single dad, in fact he loved it, and he loved Chip. But, as far as Chip knew he was just daddy’s friend.

I remember the first time I met Brendon. Chip was with my parents for the weekend and I let loose and hit The Grove. The Grove is a strip of gay bars in St Louis. I was bar hopping with some friends when I saw Brendon across the beer garden at one of my favorite places. He caught my attention instantly. He was about my age and cute, really cute. A few inches taller than me, lean, with a trim beard, kind of an otter – just my type. He had auburn hair with just a hint of red and beautiful blue eyes. I noticed his ass first and foremost, he had a perfect bubble but. Seriously, I wanted to drive my face into that right there.

We had a lot in common, he had a daughter a few years younger than Chip. He was nineteen when he got his girlfriend pregnant and they got married. He had come out to his wife a couple of years before we met, and they had an arrangement for a while. They tried to stay together for Nikki, their daughter, but it didn’t work, and they ended up divorced.

I walked up to him and offered to buy him a drink, he smiled at me and accepted, and we struck up a conversation. We grabbed a couple of barstools and continued our conversation, He moved his hand to my knee, I did the same to him. Soon he was caressing my knee up and down, closer to my crotch. The he started to rub my crotch through my jeans, and I did the same to him. My jeans got tighter and tighter and I was afraid the zipper was gonna pop open. Knowing Chip was with my parents, I invited him to my place. We both had our cars, so he followed me, it was a short drive just a few miles.

When we got to my place I grabbed us a couple of beers from the fridge. He grabbed them from me, put them on the counter and pushed me up against the fridge. His tongue was immediately probing my mouth while his right hand firmly grabbed my crotch. “Take off your shirt” he whispered. I did, and he grabbed my wrists with his free hand holding them over my head against the stainless steel appliance. He stopped kissing my and nuzzled my neck, then he took a whiff of my armpit “Damn, you smell good” he whispered as he started to lick my pit. He went to the other side and repeated the motion. His right hand fumbled with my belt buckle and zipper, then he reached in to grab my cock. My dick was so fucking hard. He moved down to my cock, I heard him take a whiff again and then snicker a little.

“What’s so funny?” I asked

He laughed a little and said, “I dunno, I’ve never been with a ginger before, I kinda expected your pubes to smell like oranges” We both cracked up.

I lifted him back up and said, “Let’s go upstairs.” We left the unopened beers on the counter and darted up the old stairs to my bedroom. We both shed out clothes at the door and I jumped on the bed “Are you sure I don’t smell like oranges, you better take another whiff” I said as he climbed between my legs and I shoved his face into my balls. He started licking them, then up the shaft and down again. He swallowed my full seven inches as he cupped my full balls. I don’t think I had come in over two weeks. Between work and raising Chip, I was too tired to even whack off most night.

“Whatever the scent is, I fucking love it” Brendon said as he came up off my dick to get some air and took in my scent again. He was devouring me like a mad man. I told him to straddle my face in a sixty nine, I wanted a shot at that fucking bubble butt. We moved around so I was flat on the bed with his balls above my mouth and my cock deep down his throat. All his talk about my ginger pubes… He was covered in auburn, reddish hair. Granted, mine is almost orange and his was more of a deep red, but still, he was a redhead.

I took him down my throat and looked up at his hairy hole. His ass trench was deep, almost cavernous. But hey, I was ready to spelunk! I was going to explore every inch of that deep cave with my tongue. I teased his hairy hole with my fingers as I deepthroated his wide, eight inches choking on it and loving every second of it. He was slowly moving in and out of my mouth and he devoured my hot, hard meat, stroking me up and down with his slick hand.

I took him out of my mouth and pulled his ass closer to my face and just basked in the scent of his musk for a moment, then I inched my tongue into his ass crack. He moved, almost sitting on my face, giving me access to his deep, hairy trench. My tongue found his pucker and I started licking around it, occasionally poking it in. He moaned and groaned, grinding his ass against my probing tongue. He took his mouth off my dick and sat up. The next thing I knew he was bouncing on my face and grinding his deep crack into it as He tried to fuck himself with my tongue. I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed up hard trying to get my tongue deep into his hairy, pink hole. I could get enough of him. He bent down and took my dick into his warms, soft mouth again, engulfing my manhood to its very root as I moaned, groaned, and pushed my face into his ass trench.

He was bringing me to the point of no return when he leaped up, got between my legs and pushed them into the air by the back of my thighs. Within second his tongue was lapping hungrily at my pink hole. Oh my god it was one of the greatest feelings I had ever had. I grabbed my legs and held them close to my chest as Brendon used his hands to pull my firm, white ass cheeks apart. “I want to fuck you so bad, Aaron.” Brandon said straight into my asshole. I reached into the nightstand and grabbed a condom, as a single parent I didn’t want to take a risk. Chipper needed me healthy.

Brendon unrolled the condom over his big, throbbing muscle as I grabbed a bottle of lube and slathered my hole with it. I’d only been fucked once before, and it was years ago, before I even got Tara Pregnant.

He lubed his dick as a worked a finger into my hole trying to ready myself for what was about to come. When Brendon finished prepping himself he took over and started prepping my hole. One finger in, slowly to the hilt, then out. Two fingers back in to the hilt, then out. The three. Then he lined up his ample tool as he leaned over to kiss me asking me in a seductive, breathy voice “Are you ready.”

“Fuck yes” is all I said. I felt the pressure from his spongy cockhead as it pushed against my resistant hole. He pushed harder and I pushed to open my hole. He was in me. He had breached my tight, pink hole and was inside. He didn’t stop, he moved forward steadily until his reddish pubic hairs tickled my swollen balls. He started to fuck me slowly. Wow. It was indescribable and a reveled in it. He was hitting my prostate and I was moaning and begging for more. “Fuck me. Give me your cock, Brandon” I said with urgency. He fucked me faster, harder, with long strokes and I was going wild. My cock shot without being touched.

“Fuuuucck” Brandon said as he grabbed it leaning down trying to catch my cum. I spurted my seed all over his face as he grabbed what he could with his mouth, moaning in ecstasy and fucking me harder and harder until he yelled “FUCK! I’m cumming!”

“CUM ON MY FACE!” I bellowed ,my screams echoing through the halls of the old house. He pulled out, ripped off the condom and crawled up my body until he was straddling my chest. I took the already spurting flesh into my mouth. God he tasted incredible. So, sweet and clean, and the texture was so smooth as it moved down my throat. He leaned in and we passionately kissed as our cum comingled and out tongues reveled in the taste and texture. Fuck, that was a hot moment.

After that first night we talked every day for hours, worked out together a few nights a week, and spent every other weekend together when Chip stayed with his grandparents. Once Chip moved away to college Brendon pretty much moved in. He still has his condo but spends most of his time here. My parents and friends all love him, we’re pretty much out to everyone. Well, everyone except Chip that is. Chip would love him too. The sad thing is… Brandon’s actually sitting alone in his condo today instead of joining us for Thanksgiving dinner. In fact, we’ve never spent a holiday together because I was afraid of coming out to my son. My gay son who just came out to me… and I fucking blew it.

My kid needs me! I put the turkey in the oven, took off my apron and went upstairs to talk to Chip. To divulge the family secret. When I got to chips room he was lying on his bed with his headphones in staring at the ceiling like he used to when he was a kid. I reached out an touched his foot “Hey Chipper can we talk?” I said. He took his headphones off as he sat up on the bed then moved back to lean against the headboard. I took a look at him, I hadn’t seen him since his graduation. My son had grown into a good man and I was proud of him. I decided to start there.

“Chip, I am proud of the man you’ve become. I’m proud of all you’ve achieved, you worked hard to help put yourself through college, got a good job, moved to Denver and started a life of your own. And the courage you just showed by coming out to me. Damn, son. I am proud of you. However, I’m not so proud of myself.” I said and paused for a minute just looking at my son as he listened. “when you came out to me I should’ve embraced you with a huge hug and told you I loved you. It takes a lot of courage to come out, that’s why I never came out to you.” I watched his face for signs that he understood I had just come out to him. He didn’t react at first. Then He stood up and hugged me, crying into my shoulder.

“I love you dad. And I’m proud of you too. It took a lot of guts to come out to me.” Chip said and then we just held each other.

“I didn’t want to hide it from you, I just never felt it was fair to burden you with my problems. You had enough to deal with growing up without a mother” I said through my sniffles into his shoulder.

“You did what you thought was best for me… like you always do.” He responded. Then we broke our embrace and went down to the kitchen and cooked together. We had a few more hours before our guests arrived so we cooked and talked. He told me that his roommate Scotty just came out, and that he went to his first gay wedding and how it opened his eyes to what could be, but there was no one special in his life. Then, I told him all about Brendon and how we practically live together. “Is he coming over for dinner?” Chip asked.

“No. We’ve never even spent a holiday together.” I said

“Because of me? Fuck that, dad. Call him and get his ass over here. No more hiding. You and Brendon should be together at the holidays.” He insisted.

I just looked at him and smiled. “Are you sure you’re ready for that?”

“Dad, he’s been hanging out with us for years, what’s to be ready for? Just call him and let’s both just stop hiding.” Chip said with an eyeroll.

I called Brendon and invited him over. He was ecstatic and was here within 20 minutes and the three of us hung out in the kitchen and talked, drank, and cooked. We were like a real family. Chip and Brendon just seemed so comfortable and natural around each other. It was one of the happiest moments of my life. My two worlds came together and seemed to mesh perfectly.

Our guests arrived a couple of hours later. We all ate dinner together Me, Brendon, Chip, my parents, and Tara’s parents. Chip told his grandparents he was gay… none of it was a big deal. None of it. Not Brendon being there, not Chip coming out. None of it. We had both been hiding and worrying for absolutely nothing.

We’re all family and love each other. That’s really all that matters.

To be continued…