The Older Man

by Danny Galen Cooper

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I brought my luggage up to the fifth-floor apartment my mother had taken after I left for college.  It had only one bedroom and one bathroom.  She told me she didn’t realize that I would be coming back after I left.  I had asked her where she thought I would stay during summer vacation, and she just shrugged her shoulders.  

“A two-bedroom apartment is too expensive to rent when there’s nobody in the other bedroom.”

I just stared into her blank eyes and told her I’d just sleep on the couch.  Hopefully, I’d get a job and spend most of my time at work.  The first few days were bearable, but I was spending a lot of my time cleaning the place, and job prospects were not looking good.  I’d heard that young guys could make a fast twenty giving blowjobs by the old Burger Palace.  I really didn’t know if that was the way to go, but I decided to scope it out.

I’ll tell you that I was not impressed by the cleanliness of that burger joint, and the riff-raff that hung around the place was downright frightening.  I marked that idea off the list quickly, and I headed back home.  I knew they were redoing the Second National Bank building just off the courthouse square, and I decided to walk by and take a look.  There wasn’t much to see since the building was covered in scaffolding and tarps.  That is until I saw the workmen taking a break in the shadow of the building next to Fourth Street.  Actually, it was one workman that caught my eye.

If I wrote his dating profile, I would have written 38 year old (I guessed between 35 and 40) white male, six feet, one hundred eighty pounds of tanned man-muscle. Blond hair, blue eyes, hairy chest with great smile.  Shit!  He was looking and smiling at me.  I smiled back and my dick got hard.  I wondered if he noticed.  His pants seemed tight in that area, but you can never tell until the balls are flapping in the breeze.

I stood still in the same spot; I was memorizing his face.  He was absolutely the most handsome man I had ever seen.  Forget the models in GQ and DNA, this was a real man.  I noticed no tattoos or piercings.  That’s a plus; I think tats and piercings disfigure a body.  I want unblemished skin.

He got up from his chair and started walking toward me.  ‘Yes,’ I thought.  ‘Come here and ask me out.  Please ask me out to dinner.  Don’t be some prick who wants a blowjob out back.’

“Hi.”  His voice was just the right level of deep tones.  “My name’s Dave.”

“I’m Joseph.”  He was just slightly taller than I and had a good forty pounds on me.  I looked up slightly into his beautiful blue eyes.

“Do you date guys?” 

“Yes,” my voice was shaky.

“You’ve got beautiful green eyes,” he smiled.

“So do you.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“I mean beautiful eyes.  They’re blue.  Of course, you knew that.”  I felt like an idiot.

“How about dinner?  I’m about to finish work.  I live nearby; I can shower and change and be ready pretty quickly.”

I nodded.  “That sounds perfect.”

He smiled again.  “Why don’t you wait here in the shade while I finish up.”

I sat down in the same seat he’d been using.  I texted my mother that I’d be out with friends, and kept my phone ready to snap a picture of him when he came back to get me, just in case he was a serial killer.  He took a little longer than I was expecting, and he apologized when he returned.  So far, he was more than a pretty face with a great body.

He pointed to the south and said he lived that way.  We began walking to his place.  We talked about his job.  He asked me what I did, and he seemed genuinely interested in my studies.  As we passed a Chinese restaurant, he told me it was one of his favorites and that we could eat there after he cleaned up.  I suggested we could get take out and continue our conversation in private.  He thought that sounded like a great idea, and we arrived at his place with Hot and Sour Soup, two egg rolls, some string bean chicken, and a Happy Family.

Dave showered while I unpacked the food slowly.  I still had to wait a few minutes before he appeared in some blue gym shorts and nothing else.  He went straight to the refrigerator and pulled out two beers.  I was about to tell him that I didn’t really care for beer, and I really wasn’t old enough when he offered me my choice of a Sprite or Unsweet Tea.

“Those are the only three things I buy for drinking.  Let me know what your preference is, and I’ll get it the next time I go shopping.

‘Next time,’ I thought.  ‘He’s already planning on a next time.’  My dick stiffened again, and this time I had to adjust myself before sitting down.  I hoped he hadn’t noticed.  As we shared more personal information at the table, I grew more comfortable with him.  Once he finished the two beers, he drank water.  He made me feel safe.

“So, how late are you able to stay out?” he asked.

“I should probably be back by midnight.  The neighborhood’s not the best, so…”  I wasn’t sure what else to say about that.

“I’ll drive you back.  I don’t want anything to happen to you.  I like you.”  He reached his hand out and took mine.  “I mean, I really like you.  I can tell you’re a special guy.”  He squeezed my hand when he said it.

I looked at him directly in the eyes.  I wanted to kiss him, but it was getting late, and I wasn’t sure whether I should.

“I know I’m quite a bit older than you, and I’m not sure how comfortable you are with that.”

“No, it’s not that, and I don’t think you’re quite a bit older.”

“I’m almost thirty-six.”

I bent forward and kissed him.  I meant for it to be just a regular first kiss, but his lips were perfect, and I couldn’t stop.  And when his tongue gently slid into my mouth and touched my tongue, I straddled his lap. We must have kissed for ten minutes.  From the way I was sitting, I felt his dick poke at the bottom of my ball sack.  I could have easily let him carry me into the bedroom and fuck me.  But he stopped and told me he needed to put some more clothes on so he could take me home.




I promised to meet him at his place at 5:30 the next day.  There was a movie he wanted to see, and he wanted to take me to dinner first.  I spent the day thinking about him.  I pulled his picture up on my phone at least ten times.  I jerked off to it twice.  I should have been looking for a job, but the only thing I could concentrate on was named Dave.

I arrived early, so I took a walk around the block.  It was a little after five when I saw Dave run into his apartment building.  I was glad he didn’t find me waiting on his doorstep like a puppy.  I was drawn to him in a way I couldn’t explain, but I didn’t want to look desperate.  I sat on a bench that was shaded by a large maple and waited until twenty-five after; then I calmly walked to the door to his apartment and gave the door a gentle rap.

Dave answered the door wearing a crisp button-down short-sleeve shirt, freshly pressed khaki shorts, and sandals.  I’m not sure how he could have looked hotter than my memory of him, but he did.

“You look nice,” was the only thing I could say.  He smiled, and I was glad that I was wearing some extra-tight underwear with my dick pointed down.  I didn’t need my boner tenting my pants for the whole world to see; however, I did feel it straining to get out.  Maybe that wasn’t such a good idea.  “So what’s our plan?”

“Your choice of fast food.  The movie starts at six-thirty.  Back home by nine for some heavy-duty making out.”  He smiled again.

How was I ever going to concentrate on the movie?  I nodded my head.  “So, I need to pick?”

“That’s right.”

“I really like Burger Heaven.  Their buns are so soft, and they don’t cut the lettuce into tiny pieces, and it’s on the way.”

“I like soft buns, too.”  He reached down and gave my ass a squeeze.  “Let’s go.”

We started walking toward his pick-up.  My dick was really uncomfortable.  The underwear were really way too tight.

“Have you been riding a horse today?”

“What?”

“You’re walking as though you went horse riding for the first time in years.”

I could feel my face turn red.  What do I say?  I opted for the truth.  “My underwear are too tight.”

Dave stopped and looked at me for about ten seconds.  “Get in the truck.”

I went to the passenger side and climbed in.  He was staring at me.  “I wore these so no one would see my boner.”  His expression hadn’t changed.  “Everytime I thought about you today, I got a boner, so I decided to wear tight underwear to keep anyone from seeing, but all it’s done is make my dick hurt.  I started to get hard when you said ‘hello’, and it got worse when you squeezed my ass.”

“Then take them off.”  He said it very matter-of-factly.   

“But, then…”

Dave started the truck.  “You need to take them off and just wear your pants.  And you need to do it now before we start out.  It’s much more difficult to change with a seat belt on.”

I unbuttoned my shorts and slid them down to my ankles.  I tugged at the underwear; my erection was obvious inside them.  I got them down and felt immediate relief.  Not only did my penis spring free, but the elastic band had been digging into my skin.”

“That’s a mighty nice rod.”

I looked at Dave.  He was staring at my cock.  My cock responded by getting harder.

“Oh.  That’s nice.”

I slid my underwear off as quickly as I could and began to pull my shorts over my sandals and up to my knees. I glanced back over to him, and I was surprised to see that he was looking right at me, right into my eyes.  His compliment was genuine.  He wasn’t just telling me something to keep my attention in order to get a more eager sex partner.  I pulled my pants up and zipped and buttoned them.  My dick pressed outward against the fly, but I tried to ignore it.  I put my seatbelt on, and we were on our way.

The drive to Hamburger Heaven was quiet.  I could tell Dave was paying attention to the traffic, but every now and then, he looked over at me.  He would smile.  It was a natural smile, and it made me feel good inside.  The stop in the drive-thru yielded me a mushroom-swiss burger.  I wanted onion rings, but I was afraid they would give me bad breath.  Dave ordered a plain burger, well, almost plain.  A burger with one pickle slice, nothing else.  He didn’t even want a bun.  He ordered bottled water, so I did too.

When we pulled up in front of the theater, I quickly scanned the marquee.  I was surprised that none of the movies interested me.  I followed Dave to the ticket booth, and he ordered two tickets to “Blackness in Daylight”.  “Horror movies are my downfall,” he told me.  “I can’t resist them.”

I was rather indifferent to horror movies.  I found most of them dumb and unoriginal, but if Dave wanted to see it, and he wanted me next to him while watching it, I could not say no.  We sat in the very top row, near the middle.  The theater was filled with a lot of teenagers who screamed at every predictable scare.  I noticed that Dave did not jump or even flinch during the film.  He seemed to study it.  His eyes would narrow, and his brows would move together.  But the entire time, he had a serious look on his face.

As the film ended and the noisy crowd exited the theater, I waited for Dave to give me his thoughts on this ‘motion picture experience.’  He didn’t say anything.  Once only a few people remained, he stood up, he reached down for my hand and pulled me to my feet.  He held me tightly and kissed me hard.  “That was the best part of the movie.”

I’m not sure why that struck me funny, but I started to laugh.  

Dave smiled, “So you think that was the best part too?”

“I think it was a perfectly awful movie, but I did get to spend time watching you.”  I grabbed his arm with both my hands and pulled him close.  He put his hand behind my head and ran his fingers through my hair.  Everything that man did turned me on.  How was that possible?  I was having feelings that I didn’t understand.  Plus, I was having animal urges that frightened me.  “Take me home.”

“You want me to drop you off at your place?”  Dave seemed surprised, and he jerked his head back away from mine.

“No.  No.  Take me to your house.  I want to,” I paused.  “I want to be alone with you.”

Dave leaned forward and kissed me gently.  “Let’s go then.”  He reached down and grabbed my hard-on through my pants.  “Follow me.”  Once we got down to the crowds, he let go on my dick and did his best to block anyone’s view of the circus tent I was displaying.  I tried to adjust it, but it kept pointing straight out.

We got to the truck without incident.  I looked over at Dave from the passenger’s seat and said, “Sorry.”

“That’s got to be uncomfortable for you.”  He leaned over and open the fly.  I undid the button; my dick stood at attention.  Before I knew it, Dave put his mouth over the head of my cock and slid it into his mouth.

“Fucking hell,” came out of my mouth before I could stop myself.

Dave released my dick.  “Language young man.”  Then he slid his mouth over it again.  The pressure, the suction, the rhythm; it was so intense.

“Oh.  Oh.  I’m getting close,” I whispered.  “No.  Really.  I’m coming.”  Dave increased the suction and moved his mouth faster.  I don’t know what came over me.  I grabbed his head and thrust my cock farther into his mouth and came with a force I’d never experienced before.  I thrust again; I actually thrust three times, I felt a spurt of cum each time.  I fell back in my seat.

Dave sat back on his side and wiped his mouth.  “Wow.”

I noticed that my breathing was really heavy, as though I were panting.  I looked over at him and fought back tears.  I was falling for this guy for sure.  I wanted more of him.

“I knew you had nice sized balls, but I didn’t expect that much cum.”  He started the truck.

“How did you know how big my balls are?”

“I peeked when you took your underwear off.”  He backed out of the space, and we were on our way.

I wanted him to drive faster.  I wanted to get there as fast as we could, but he was driving safely, obeying the speed limit, being defensive.  That made me want him even more.  Watching him studying the road and glancing over at me from time to time made me want to jerk my cock.  How was it that such a sexy man was sitting next to me?  What did I do to deserve this?  He had taken me to dinner, taken me to the movies, and had given me the best oral sex in the universe.  I wanted to give him everything.  I wanted him to take me in his arms and kiss me, to take me to his bed and love me.

We pulled into the parking garage, and I was out the door as soon as the engine shut off.  I wanted to get inside before my pants decided to show anyone how turned on I was.  

“Are you in a hurry, Joseph?”

I turned.  Dave was leaning against his truck with his arms folded.

Was he trying to test my patience?  Was he trying to tease me?  I could play that game.  “No.”  I walked closer to him.  “I just thought you were.”

“Me?”  He grinned.  “Why would you think that?”

“I guess it’s the way you drove here.”  I tried to smirk.  I folded my arms and stared at him

“Yeah, I’m not sure you’d win in a standoff, so let’s go in.”

“Maybe I don’t …”  He grabbed me and kissed me.  “OK.  Maybe I do.”  Dave pulled me to the door and unlocked it with his left hand.  A slight tug and I followed him inside.  He kissed me again, and I pushed him against the wall.  I unbuttoned his shirt and rubbed my face against his hairy chest.  It was a perfect chest, not too hairy, and not just peach fuzz.  I sucked on his nipples, and he moaned softly.  I pulled his shirt off and tossed it on a chair.  He slid his sandals off, and I slid mine off as well.  I knew where this was going, but I didn’t want it to go too fast.

Dave’s hands slid under my butt, and he pulled me close to him.  Our crotches pressed together.  Dave stepped away from the wall and lifted me.  I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders.  He carried me to the bedroom and lowered me onto the bed.  As he stood up, I grabbed his belt and unbuckled it.  Pulling on the buckle only twisted his pants.  Dave laughed and unsnapped his pants.  He slid them off along with his underwear.

His dick grew right before my eyes.  I grabbed it and put my mouth over as much of it as I could.  The sensation of his hard cock in my mouth turned me on, and I moved my free hand to his ass.  Dave took hold of my arm and got down on his knees; he kissed me again.  He slid down my short pants.  We were both completely naked.  Dave pulled the covers down.  I got in and he stretched out next to me.  We kissed more deeply, then I began an exploration of his body with my tongue.  When I got to his ball sack, I couldn’t help sucking one of his testicles into my mouth and rubbing it with my tongue.

I started sucking his cock again.  I could feel his body squirm.  Suddenly, he dick got really hard, and before I could react, warm cum filled my mouth.  I tried to swallow it, but there was too much.  The taste was salty sweet, I really liked it.  When I let his dick slip out of my mouth, I could feel the cum dripping down my chin.  I swallowed again.  “Sorry about the mess.  Not sorry.”

A hand reached up and wiped my chin.  “You need more practice.”

I laughed, and Dave put a hand on each shoulder and flipped me onto my back.  He kissed me deeply and then pulled his head back to look deep into my eyes.  I saw the desire in them, and felt the desire deep inside of me.  “I’m yours.  Completely yours.”

He kissed me again, pulled my ass up toward his chest, and swallowed my cock.  He allowed the saliva to run from the base of my dick toward my ass pucker.  Wetting his index finger first, he moved it over my hole a few times before sliding it in.  Within minutes, he had two wet fingers sliding in and out of me.

Dave reached under the pillow and retrieved a bottle of lube.  He let my dick slide out of his mouth and applied the lube to his dick and my ass.  He continued to finger me with two fingers.  I was instructed to pull my knees up to my chest.  As I did, I felt the head of Dave’s cock as it pushed against my ass.  There was just the slightest pressure, enough to hold it in place.                                                                                                                                                                                          I wanted so much to feel him inside me.  He adjusted his dick with his hand as he applied a little more pressure, and I felt the tip of his rod begin to penetrate me.  I tried to relax; I wanted more, and patience gave me more.  It started to hurt a little, and I think he could sense it.  He pulled back a little and applied more lube.  Then he pushed forward just enough to gently slide in.  Most of his shaft was now inside, and he bent forward to kiss me and rested the weight of his chest on mine.

What an incredible feeling!  The weight of his chest pushed me down.  His lips caressed mine.  His hard cock pushed deep inside of me and then slid back, not quite out, before sliding back in.  As his body banged into mine, and his dick could go no further inside, I felt a tingle almost like a little electric shock go through me.  I moaned a low-pitched guttural sound with each thrust.  Dave’s arms had wrapped around my shoulders and held me.  It kept my body from moving as he continued to pound me.

Dave pulled his head back, but he continued to look into my eyes.  I could tell he was close.  He faced turned a shade darker, and his thrusts came faster.  He slammed his cock into me and held it inside.  I could feel his cock move in what felt like an up and down motion and a buildup of pressure within me let me know that he had come.  He pushed against me two more times, and with each time the pressure increased.  Then he laid gently on me.  He was spent.  Somehow, his cock was still inside me.  I liked the sensation of it.  I could feel it lose its rigidity.  It was starting to slip out.  I didn’t want it to, but when I tried to squeeze down on it, to hold it inside me, I pushed it out, along with a big stream of cum.

Dave rolled onto his side.  “My messy little man,” he laughed.  “I’m going to have to give you a shower.”  

I kissed him.  “You take such good care of me.  Suds me up.”  Dave led me to the shower.  We took turns lathering up.  I scrubbed his back, and he scrubbed mine.  I couldn’t resist sucking on his clean cock, and this time, I was able to swallow all his cum.  My ass was too sore for another round, but he rinsed all the soap away and kissed my sore pucker.  He also ran his tongue around it, and wow, what a great sensation.

I didn’t want to go home, but I knew that I should.  I hadn’t told my mom that I would stay out all night, and I wanted her to trust me.  Dave took me home, and before I got out, I took him by the hand, leaned over, and kissed him gently.  “David,” I said gently, “I’m falling in love with you.”

“Can I see you tomorrow?”

I realized we hadn’t made plans for tomorrow, which was Saturday.  “Pick me up at one?”

“Of course.”

“Should I bring an extra pair of clothes?” I decided that I would spend the night if he wanted me to.

“You mean something to wear on Sunday?”  He grinned that big, sexy grin again.

“Yes.”  I grinned back.

“I’d love it, because I think I’m falling in love with you, too.”  He squeezed my hand.

“I’m in 5A, at the top of the stairs.”  I got out of the truck and ran to the door.  I turned, and he was still there, waiting to see me get into the building safely.




I slept soundly until almost eleven the next morning, a miracle considering that old couch was using for a bed.  I woke up with the greatest feeling.    I was in the middle of a fairy tale.  Two years ago, I had realized that I was gay.  My favorite teacher was the object of a crush, and I couldn’t deny that he stirred feelings within me.  At first, I hated myself.  I didn’t tell anyone; I kept searching for ways to make myself ‘normal’.  I finally realized that I was normal; there wasn’t a way to change.  Then I started to have fantasies about the manager of the local grocery store.  

Both men were older, in their thirties or forties.  I wondered if that was because I grew up without a father.  Some of the research I had done suggested that men with poor father-son relationships might be drawn to older men.  Other articles seemed to say that it was hog-wash.  I stopped doing research and just accepted the fact that I was the way I was.  The men I was attracted to were the men I was attracted to.  I decided to just ‘go with it.’

One thing I hadn’t done was to tell my mother.  I could remember how she would act around babies.  She would say that one day I’d give her a grandchild.  She might be disappointed with that, but I decided to delay telling her as long as possible.  I guessed today would be the day.  I planned to introduce Dave to her, at least as the guy I’m dating.  She’d find out soon enough that he’s the guy I’m in love with.  And as far as marriage, well, I had long ago decided that I wasn’t going to get married until after college.

College.  What happens to relationships when one of them heads off to school?  How many of them survive?  I didn’t want to think about that, so I decided to ignore that problem for the present.

My thoughts wandered to Dave.  His handsome face, his trim, fit body, his gentle nature, his love-making skills.  I found myself massaging another hard-on.  Stop, I told myself.  My mother is home today, and there would be plenty of time for that later today.  Fortunately, my mother was still in her bedroom.  I decided to make a plan of things to do that afternoon.

I grabbed a notebook and scribbled the word ‘Plans’ on the top.  I realized I had to pee before coming up with the first thing.  I ran to the bathroom.  Peeing while your dick is still hard is not an easy task, so I decided to get in the shower and get ready.  As I aimed my urine toward the drain, I thought about my shower last night, and my cock stiffened again.  Is this man going to cause me to live in a perpetual state of erection?  I lathered up and tried to think about whether I wanted to go to the zoo, to another movie, or a hike at the park in the next county.

Once I was dried off, I tried several different pairs of underwear.  I found that my Fruit of the Looms did the best job of holding my erection against my body when I pointed my penis toward my belly button.  I put on some cargo shorts and a Mickey Mouse t-shirt.  I packed my backpack with two changes of clothes, and put my tennis shoes on top.  A new toothbrush, toothpaste, and some socks completed the package.

It was now twelve-thirty.  Unless he was early, I had thirty minutes until I would have to tell my mother that I was gay.  I debated telling her now and getting it over with.  I wasn’t really worried about her reaction.  I knew she wasn’t going to be violent; she would take it as just another one of those things.  I chuckled a little bit.  She was going to take it better than I had.  Maybe she already knew.  Maybe she had figured it out.

I met this guy in college who told me he was trying to figure things out and decided to confide in his parents about his confusing thoughts.  He said his mother looked at him and said, “You’re gay, Bruce.  I know it; your dad knows it.  What’s so hard to figure out.”  What’s tough for some of us is easy for others.

The doorbell rang.  My heart started beating rapidly.  I went out into the hall as my mother opened the door.

“What the hell, Dave.  What are you doing here?”  Those words from my mother’s mouth echoed down the hall.

My chest tightened; it became hard to breathe.

“Christine?”  Dave’s voice seemed to echo as well.  “This is 5A, right?  Does Joseph live here?”

She stepped to the side and let him in.  He saw me and took a step toward me.  “Is this your mother?”

“Well, hell yes, I’m his mother.  Don’t pretend you didn’t know that.  After all these years you’re going to come here?”

I went into the living room and sat down on the sofa.  The room seemed to be getting dark, and the floor seemed to be tilting.

Dave and my mother came into the living room.

“Mom, this is Dave,” I said.  “He’s --”

“Yeah, I know.  He’s your father.  He’s the bastard that wanted nothing to do with us when I got pregnant.”

“What are you talking about?” countered Dave.

I’ve never seen my mother angrier.  “What do you mean, what am I talking about?  Nineteen years ago, you fucked me in your grandmother’s basement, and when my sister told you that you knocked me up, you said, and I quote, ‘Tough shit.’”

“Your sister never told me anything.”

“You’re a liar.”

“Mom, you have to be mistaken.  This is Dave.  He’s the guy I’m dating.”  The two people I cared about most in the world were upset and yelling at each other.  I fought back my tears.

My mother took a deep breath.  “I’m not mistaken.  He’s your father.  Look at him; look at the resemblance.  And what do you mean you’re dating him.”

Dave suddenly realized it must be true.  He actually turned pale.  “Honestly, I didn’t know.  I wouldn’t have abandoned you.  Even when I realized I was gay, I would have stood with you.”  He turned and looked at me.  “I didn’t know.  What have I done?”  Tears began to fall down his cheeks.

My mother repeated herself.  “What do you mean you’re dating him?  Has he been fucking you?”

I had to save this from spinning further out of control.  “No.  We’re not fucking.  He took me out for dinner and a movie.  We had some Chinese food on Thursday.  That’s all.”

My mother looked at me.  I had never really lied to her before, but I needed to protect Dave, to protect myself.  None of this was our fault.  It sounded as though my Aunt Maggie has some questions to answer.  Then my mother looked at Dave.

“The kid’s right.  I was drawn to him when I first saw him.  I guess this is why.”  He looked over at me, and tears filled his eyes again.

My mother kept looking at me and then Dave then me again.  She walked over to her phone and told it to call Margaret.  Dave and I looked at each other; I was waiting for the shit to hit the fan.

Maggie picked up on the first ring.  She usually did.  “Whatchya need, Chrissy.”

“I need you to be very specific and absolutely honest with me.”  There was an edge to my mother’s voice that I didn’t recognize.

“I always am, sister.”

“When I got pregnant, how many people did you tell?  And which people did you tell, and what did you tell them?”

“Whoa.  What brought this on?”

“Just tell me.”

“Well, first of all, I went straight to that bastard Dan.  I told him that he had knocked you up.  He said, ‘Tough shit’ or something like that, and I told him that I should chop his dick off right then.  After that, I told mom and dad because I knew you would be scared to.  I didn’t tell anyone else, honest.  And if anyone asked me anything, I told them to fuck off.”

“Dan wasn’t Joseph’s father.”

“But he was your boyfriend, wasn’t he?” Maggie’s voice got quiet.

“No.  Listen, I’ll call you back.  There’s something I need to do.”   My mother disconnected the call and turned to look at us.

There was silence for several minutes.  I was trying to assess things.  My dad never knew about me until this afternoon.  My mom thought my dad knew, and she thought he didn’t care.  I had fallen in love with the man who turned out to be my father.  

“Mom, I love you.  I wanted to spend this afternoon with Dave.  I thought maybe we’d see a movie, but maybe we need to do some talking.  I’ll be back tonight.”

“OK, Joseph.”  She turned to Dave.  “I’m sorry; I really thought you knew.  And all this time…”

“The future is what we need to focus on.  We can’t fix what went wrong,” I said it with conviction.  I believed it.

“I don’t hold anything against you,” said Dave.  “I’m still a little stunned, but we’ll figure it out.”  Dave and I walked toward the door and down to the truck without saying anything.  

As I snapped my seatbelt, I turned to him.  “I need you to take me home and make love to me.  I want you inside me more now than ever.”

Dave put the truck in gear and drove us home.

by Danny Galen Cooper

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