HIS69-552 Boystud Holiday

Excerpt

For Lonnie the world had ended. He had been caught having sex with another man, and the man was his father’s lover.

What could possibly be worse?

His father would probably kill him.

He would probably be lucky if he got off with a swift demise.

Farrell sat down on the edge of the bed. Reaching out, he fondly stroked Peter Gomez’s naked buttocks.

“Peter’s a terrific cocksucker, isn’t he?” he asked conversationally.

Lonnie was so stunned he could barely reply. “Yeah,” he managed to stutter at last. “He sure as hell is.”

“The best,” Farrell said, giving Peter a playful swat on the ass. “And I love him, Lonnie. I love him very much.”

“But—” Lonnie squirmed about uneasily.

“But nothing. I’ve loved Peter for a long time, and unless I miss my guess he loves me too.”

Peter turned to look into Farrell’s eyes. “You know it, stud,” he said simply.

“But if you love each other, how come?”

He didn’t understand.

“How come Peter’s just finished sucking your cock and letting you screw his ass?”

Lonnie nodded. “Yeah, that.”

“That has nothing to do with anything, son. Peter loves sex. He likes as much of it as often as he can get it. I’m not about to stand in the way of that.”

“But if he’s your lover, how come—?

“Because I love him I don’t deny him the things he needs. It’s possible to love someone and not tie them down, Lonnie.

Didn’t you realize that?”

“No,” Lonnie said sheepishly, “I don’t think I do.”

“Well, then,” Peter said airily, suddenly entering the conversation, “it’s about time you did. Lots of people who are lovers manage to get along quite well without tying one another up with a whole lot of stupid commitments neither one of them can honor.

“What Peter’s talking about,” Lonnie’s father continued, “is being honest. I would rather Peter was honest with me about his needs and about his feelings than to have him sneaking around behind my back. Does that make any sense?”

“Yeah, dad, it sure does.” Quickly, Lonnie got to his feet and started toward the door.

“Where are you going?”

“To pack my clothes. I have to go home to New York. There’s a guy I need to talk to. I only hope it’s not too late.”