Giles' blues

I Cannot Suffer Seeing You Like That

The chimney was lit. It was a cold winter night and we had blankets over our shoulders but Giles was as usual dressed in one of his many tracksuits and I suddenly felt I had to do something for him. I could not stand seeing that well of sadness I could see in his eyes, frequently moist, frequently crying in the last two months since Pedro had left my son.

We earned our living with a blues orchestra. We had called it Down-Hearted, honouring Bessie Smith of course, and there we sang in many places and fortunately we earned money enough to live of this. I am Stuart Roblin and had been in this orchestra for eleven years, since I was 31. I had two male and three female workmates there and when Giles was 20, last year, he’d also started working in Down-Hearted, since he’s also a fan of blues and jazz, which we also sing. Besides he has a good voice.

I’ve known he’s gay since he was 15 and there in our orchestra, he started dating Pedro Santamaría, who is my age. They had been living together for a year and a half but Pedro soon left Giles for a girl, also a singer in our orchestra called Donna.The last month Giles Roblin survived as best he could, but obviously he always thought of Pedro and at meals I was used to talking to my son.

-You can talk to me about Pedro if you want, Giles. I can start telling you that it was a big surprise for me to know you were dating. I always knew you were gay, but the surprise was that Pedro is a man my age.

-It’s simple, dad, if you 

understand that I don’t like boys, I like men and being in your forties is a perfect age. Those men are handsome, sexy and have a lot of experience, a good personality, common sense, all that. I always unconsciously wanted to find a man who looks like you, dad and if you look at yourself in the mirror, you’ll see Pedro and you are very similar. If you had a beard like him, you would almost be twins.

-Well, Giles, thanks for telling me that. So do you think I’m attractive?-You’re hot, dad, sexy and intelligent. If you were not my father, I’d have loved to be your partner.-

-Giles, I know you are strong and won’t make any foolish thing, but I can’t suffer seeing you like that. You’ve spent a lot of days crying.

Of course I do, dad. Pedro and Donna work with us and I have to see them every day. When I started dating him, I didn’t know he was bisexual. It’s hard for me to see Pedro every day but I love him so much that I’m glad I see him happy with Donna.

-What I was gonna say, Giles, is that as you have just told me, you need a man and it seems I’m hot enough for you. If sadness takes you and it’s unbearable, you can at least take a break in those hard moments and wank over someone you find attractive, me for instance. Have you never wanked over me, my son?

-Dad, you’re so open-minded that I cannot tell you how much I love you, but of course I haven’t. You’re my father or else I would.

-I’d rather you did and tell me later than watching you every day with wet eyes.

But in our next conversation the following lunch, I asked him but he told me he didn’t want to wank over me. I was hot enough but it wouldn’t be correct. So he never did and every day his sadness was deeper. I didn’t know what to do, whether to talk about Pedro with him would calm him down a bit or it would be a stab in his heart.

So that day, we were both near the chimney. I noticed him sad as usual but also saw him totally hard.I started then sliding my hands down his shoulder, something normal if you want to take someone’s cold away, but then I suddenly approached my lips to him and kissed Giles’ mouth.

-What are you doing, dad?

-A father does love a boy more than any boyfriend does. You need a new man, Giles, and I’m a man you like. So at least you’ll live the fun of kissing a hot boy again.

-Dad, I cannot tell you how I love you now. It’s so sweet to kiss such a sexy man. I really appreciate what you’re doing for me.

-I wanted to kiss you in order to give you something you will always remember. But now I’ve started I tell you clearly I’ve never in my life done something this sweet, something that I love so much. -His dick was half out of his tracksuit now and I treacherously moved my hand inside his pants and started masturbating Giles.

-Shit dad, you know you can stop if you want but looking into your eyes is making me see that surprising as it may be, you’re also having fun now. So I won’t ask you to stop. I’m glad you’re also wearing a tracksuit now and your dick is also visible. You can go on, but if you do, I’ll also do it to you.

And soon Giles’ hand was masturbating me as well.

-I thought you needed to feel again a man’s hand on your cock but now I’m sure you also need a cock in your hand. Let’s go on masturbating and kissing, Giles.

-It’s so tender to notice my father so hard and obviously enjoying what we’re doing –and then for the first time in a long time, I saw a wide smile on his countenance.

-Finally you smile, Giles and the fire is projected on your face and now you’re totally radiant.

-Tonight I will go to bed with a different face, dad. And I still haven’t, as you know, but in bed I’ll certainly wank over you now, over the softness of your lips and the hot sensation of having had your sexy cock in my hand.

-If after all you felt sad tonight, Giles, you can come to my room. I’ll leave the door open and the air-conditioning working. If it were not so cold now, I’d even strip you and touch you all over.

Thanks, dad, but jacking each other off and kissing is enough and tonight I will sleep alone but don’t worry: I won’t ache. I will be smiling and totally horny. I have to cum now, dad.

I didn’t withdraw my hand cause I wanted him to stain it with his semen and the moment it fell on my palm, I also shot a first load before him. He smiled and told me it was unforgettable to be allowed to see how his father came. Then he spontaneously kissed me good night and told me.

How I love you, Stuart Roblin. I’ve been so fortunate in life cause you are my father. Don’t suffer for me, dad. Tonight I won’t think about Pedro, but about you. Good night.

He left me then and I went to my room and slept alone but first I had to wank over Giles. Such a sexy and sweet son I had! How moving and arousing what we’d just done was! I would certainly have liked him sleeping with me tonight.

Now we had a week with no work and on Monday, the next day, I saw Giles luminous at breakfast and not sad anymore. We didn’t speak of sex, let alone the sex we had with each other yesterday but it was wonderful to notice a smiling Giles again. If it could be me the one who took that cloud from his eyes, I would go further. And that Monday morning I had a new idea when I saw him coming back from a walk.