RIPPED & READY (PART 53)

RIPPED & READY (PART LIII) 

Our lovemaking in the shower was eroticism that exceeded the realm of reservation, for we were all seasons of passion -- the fall, the summer, the spring, and winter.  We were autumn with all its shades of orange, generating warmth and our bodies were like rising ambers floating high above the chimney top.  We landed in every position about, upon, and along the white titles, cooling off then reigniting after every forward thrust.  

The hour eventually turned into two, and the two, quickly became the three; by the time we reached our destination, our skin had gone beyond the state of clean -- we had damn near shriveled up (Pun intended --LOL).  As we landed, he behind me and I in front him, our breathing, in synch, slowly returned to normal -- the icing on the cake was a sensual, relaxing, bath-tub-soaking, and he sat behind me, wrapping his legs around my waist.  

As he nuzzled the back of my neck, tenderly with his lips, I closed my eyes and inhaled the steam rising from the waters of our bath. He took the lufa-sponge, and began to wash my back, rubbing away all the roughness and tension that had accumulated over the past couple weeks. 

As much as I didn't want to, I had to break the blissful silence to inquire and attempt to understand -- try hard to embrace, Joe-Joe Jr.  

"Joseph," I called, leaning backwards against his ripped & still ready chest. 

"Yes, baby," he said.

"Tell me about your son," I requested. 

"He was conceived during a clumsy night of sex when I was sixteen years old.   I hadn't seen or heard from his mother, Heather, because she kept the pregnancy a secret from me," He said, as he paused from his grooming of me. 

There was silence. 

When I felt him burry his face in the space between my neck and my shoulder blade, his body language told me that the subject was touchy.  He was hurting.  I had to know why, so I nudged backwards, gently, and told him it was better to get it out. 

He resumed.

"Even though she knew that I was into dudes, she said I was too fine not to experience some pussy, so she seduced me the night she stayed over at our house.  She snuck in my room while everyone was asleep, and made me touch her breasts, and then, once I was aroused, she mounted me, and worked me so good, until I climaxed," he said. 

"But why did she keep the pregnancy from you, Joe-Joe?" I asked, still confused.

"She confessed to me, last year, that she didn't want her son's father to be no faggot," he said, wrapping his arms around my bare mid-section, and pulling me closer into him.

He sobbed.

I wrapped my arms around his, and squeezed them. 

"It's okay, baby...don't worry, this is what we're going to get through together," I assured him.

"I wanted to tell you, so bad, Marco, but I was trying to decide how because, because...." he said, not able to complete his words. 

I affectionately tapped his arms, and began rocking side to side, "It's okay, dude, I am going to see you through this," I said to him.  "We just need to promise ourselves that we trust one another...okay" I said.

"Marco, I have loved you from the very first moment I saw you at my uncle's beach house...the coaster ride on the Big Dipper...remember...when I laid on your shoulder?" he asked. 

"Yes, dude, I remember," I told him.

"That was the moment when I knew I had to make you mine, baby" he confessed. 

Silence 

We may have been a little shriveled, but I didn't give a fuck, I had to feel him one more time. 

Nothing else even mattered.

The hell with all obstacles...me and my Joe-Joe would overcome all of them. 

Damn, I'm a stepfather? 

We'll see.