PKP

Father finds fulfillment

My Dad's name is Simon Horniman – a fact that seems to create endless mirth wherever he goes. To make things even more complicated, he has a business partner, Alex, who's gay. Fortunately, Alex is pretty conservative and doesn't make a big deal out of gayness.

They co-own a kitchen installation company; Alex designs them and Dad and his team install them. Apart from work, Dad and Alex don't have much social contact. They seemed to both prefer it that way – until my Mom died, anyway.

My mother had been ill for several years so when she went it hit Dad and I pretty hard – but since it wasn't unexpected, we both were able to bear up. A few days after the funeral, Alex came round to offer his sympathy to Dad, who seemed a bit surprised that his business partner had actually come to the house. It had never happened before.

Anyway, Dad invited him in and they both got stuck into the bottle of scotch that Alex had brought with him. Alex raised his glass and said: "To absent friends".

"Yeah," said Dad. "Absent friends."

I'd never really had a good look at Alex before – certainly not without his business suit. He was a pretty handsome guy--about six feet, well-built, sandy hair. Nice.

Alex stayed mostly quiet while Dad went on about what he was going to do with the house . . . what he was going to do about me (send me away to college, I gathered) . . . what he needed to do about keeping on with life. Alex just nodded and sipped his drink. At last, Dad ran out of things to say. He just slumped in his chair and stared ahead at Alex. Then he pulled himself up and spoke earnestly to his business partner.

"Do you mind if I ask you something personal, Alex?" he said.

"Go ahead," said Alex.

"I know this is a weird thing to bring up at a time like this, but I've wondered something for years and year. All the time I've been slipping my wang into women's holes, I've wondered what it feels like when it goes in."

"Haven't you asked any of these women?" says Alex.

"Christ, no," said Dad. "You just don't do that."

"So you're asking me what it feels like?" says Alex.

"Sort of. Yeah. I thought you might know."

Alex was staring at my Dad pretty hard. I think he was wondering whether Dad was being offensive or whether he really wanted to know. I guess he decided that he wanted to know.

"It's hard to describe it," Alex said. "In the beginning it hurts a bit – but then that goes and you start to feel all sort of . . . I don't know what the word is. Filled, I suppose. Or maybe fulfilled. It changes the way you feel about your sex."

Dad looked puzzled. "What do you mean changed?" he wanted to know.

"I mean that, usually, guys have all their sex feelings in their cocks. But when you get screwed all the feeling goes out of your cock into your asshole. It is like your whole body is concentrating itself on your hole. You're suddenly part of a new body made up of both your bodies with one connected to the other through his cock up your ass."

Alex stopped, looking suddenly confused. He even blushed.

"Look Simon," he said, "I really don't think this is the time or the place to be talking about my asshole."

"No, no," said Dad earnestly. "I told you, I've wondered about this for a long time and you're the first guy I've ever been game to ask."

Alex thought about this for a minute, staring down at the floor. Without raising his head he said to Dad: "Why don't you try it out and see what you think."