I'll try to give you a brief summary of how Mom came to meet Steve.

When I was born, my mother was only fourteen and my dad was sixteen.  His family was very upstanding and extremely wealthy, and his dad insisted that he accept responsibility and get married.

Mom and Dad married and when I was three, my dad decided that he wanted to be single and party with his friends and filed for divorce.  My grandfather was furious and told dad that he either stayed married or be disinherited.  Dad know that he had a substantial trust fund coming when he turned twenty-one and didn't care.  What he didn't know was that my grandfather still controlled the trust fund and once the divorce was final, my grandfather cancelled the trust fund and put it in my name. 

When my dad turned twenty-one and went to the bank to inquire how he could collect his trust fund he was informed that it had been revoked.  From what I've heard, he went wild and soon was living with the homeless on the street and staying high on drugs.  about a year later he was found dead from an overdose.

My grandfather supported my mother and I with the understanding that if she met someone special, if asked if she was part of the wealthy Collinsworth family she would say no.  He wanted her to find a man that wanted her and not what she might get later.

When I was eight, Mom came in from work and told me that I would be staying with a neighbor that Friday night as she had a date.  She said his name was Steve and that he was very nice.  He came to pick up Mom and to meet me.  He was extremely nice and called me 'little man'.  We talked and I got to know Steve before the neighbor came over.

More and more frequently this scene was repeated, and Steve would take mom and I to the zoo and parks.  He said he enjoyed being a stand-in dad.

He did ask about our name and mom responded like grandfather had told her to saying, "No but I sure wish we were. Life would be so much easier."

Little did Steve know that mom had accrued a substantial saving account and that my trust fund was in the six figure area.

After several months Mom and Steve married and I was thrilled.  I really liked Steve. He was three years younger than my mom and he was almost like an older brother.  He was only eleven years older than me.  We soon became one happy family.  Mom was happy and smiled a lot for the first time in years. We went places as a family on weekends and after about a year, Steve began taking me fishing and camping, just the two of us, and I loved it.  Eventually, my grandfather saw how happy mom was and called her to visit him , as he wanted to talk to her.

"June, does Steve know anything about who you really are or about my support for you and Mark?"

"No, not a thing.  My saving's book is kept locked in my safe and only me and Mark know the combination.

"So there is no way he knows about the past or me?"

"No sir.  He moved here just before we started dating and  never questioned me about my past.  And after we started dating, I told all my friends and co-workers not to tell him anything."

"Well, in that case, I think it's time to tell him the entire story.  Bring he and Mark  over for dinner Friday night.  By the way, I really like the way he and Mark have connected."

"Mark asked if he could call Steve 'dad' and I said yes."

"Great.  See you Friday."

All mom told Steve was that we had dinner plans for Friday.  He was totally confused when we pulled up at grandfather's huge estate.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"You will soon find out."

We went in and grandfather introduced himself to Steve.  Then after escorting us to the library, he began telling Steve the entire story starting with my birth.  Steve seemed dumbfounded.

"I thought it was time to let you in on everything since I knew you didn't marry June for what she had or would inherit some day."  With that statement, mom and I both looked confused.

"June, I'm not getting any younger and you and Mark are the only relatives that I have.  Everything I have will be yours and Marks when I'm gone.

That was a night for more surprises.  Mom and Steve told grandfather that Steve was going to adopt me but that she had decided for me to keep the Collinsworth name.  Grandfather was thrilled.

Time passed and Steve and I became even closer.  At seventeen, I realized that I was gay and that the attraction I had toward Steve was sexual. About four months before my eighteenth birthday, mom was killed in an auto accident.  Both Steve and I were devastated, as was grandfather. 

After the funeral, and all the visitation, I was alone in my room, laying on my bed.  There was a knock on my door and Steve stuck his head in and asked, "May I come in?"

"Sure, Dad, come on in."

He came in  and sat on the edge of my bed and we began to talk.  He assured me that what I would inherit from my grandfather was totally mine and he wanted none of it.  He said he was willing to sign a legal document stating as much.  I told him that it wasn't necessary.

He looked at me and smiled his beautiful smile.  "Mark, I love you just as if you were my own flesh and blood." he said.  "I'll always be here for you." He began to lean down to hug me but I instantly sat up and placed my hands on his face and kissed him straight on the lips.

"I love you too, more than you can imagine."

He froze, with a stunned look on his face.  It was then that I noticed a bulge began to grow in his suit pants.  My own bulge started.




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