Fear

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EPILOGUE Two years later...

Michael and I are collecting our bags off the carousel at Cape Town International. Mark insisted that he wanted to collect us from the airport and I'm sure he's waiting on the other side, in the arrivals hall.

We grab a trolley and manage to get all our bags and head to the sliding doors. I can spot Mark standing with, who I believe to be his wife Esme, on the other side. Waving at us.

He and I have kept in contact all this time and after I met Michael, a Dental Hygienist, one day when I went in for a cracked tooth, he was the one I shared our blossoming relationship with.

I glance at Michael, walking next to me. He's a bit shorter than I am, with golden brown short hair and baby blue yes. At twenty-seven, he's a little slimmer in build to me but looks delicious enough. And, in the bedroom, he's an animal. He's mostly someone who keeps his thoughts to himself and isn't as extroverted as I am.

I love this man.

It was his idea we come here after I'd told him the entire story about Daniel and my time here. He wanted to visit Cape Town and enjoy a vacation with me here and meet Mark in person.

Sure, they've chatted on Skype but Michael felt that he needed to make this part of my life a part of his too.

Mark also had his own news during my time back home, as he became a father for the first time. A bit late for them but the years of IVF had eventually paid off and he was by all accounts a doting dad.

I can truly say that I love him as if he was the older brother I never had. And a better brother I could never have asked for.

Mark comes rushing up as we pass the doors and gives me a huge hug, kissing me on my cheek in the process. I do the same and both Esme and Michael politely greet each other.

"Nice to see you James. I'm glad your better-half convinced you to finally pay us a visit. You must meet our little Megan. You're going to love her. She's so damn adorable."

"Language!" Esme snaps.

"Yes mommy." Mark quips and I grin at that.

I look to see if there's any stroller and he stops me. "She's not here. She with her grandparents in Goodwood. You'll get to meet her soon enough. Come, lets head off." He takes the trolley from us.

I try and resist but he won't budge, so instead I say, "Sure Mark. Great to be back."

I truly am.

Mark takes us with to meet Megan and, once we collect the cute little blond baby girl, he drops us off at a high-rise hotel in Butengracht Street. It's in the heart of the city itself.

With a promise to meet up for dinner, the following evening, they leave us to check-in.

It's an ultra-modern hotel with multi colored walls in the corridors and a cottagey styled restaurant and bar downstairs. It's an eclectic mix of style and comfort and we're both impressed.

We enter the spacious and very colourful room and Michael and I unpack. It's been a long flight and so, when we're done unpacking, we both pass out on the bed and get some much-deserved sleep.

Later on, we wake up and it's dark outside. It's the jet lag, but it's not like we have nothing to do.

I turn to Michael. "Whatever will we do now? I'm wide awake and I think going out at 1:00 am isn't such a safe plan. What do you think?"

Michael smiles sweetly, with a touch of fake malice on his lips. "I can think of something that would not only make the time pass but also provide me with immense pleasure. Wanna guess what I have in mind?"

With that, he throws open the covers to give me a clue.

There's a delicious bulge, straining against the fabric of his briefs, where he's putting his hand into, for comfort, or enticement, or both.

My own cock's now rock hard, and is needing some attention. Because I prefer to sleep naked there's no modesty on my part and I grab my shaft, lightly moving my foreskin up and down, while admiring his body.

"Get my shaving kit from the bathroom," Michael says softly.

Letting go of my cock and sliding of the bed, I go to the bathroom. My cock's bouncing all the way, and I like knowing that he's watching me and wanting me.

He's already made sure I shave my pubes once a week, and they still feel smooth. His are also in good condition, so I'm not sure what he has in mind.

Aha! I think I know what else is in that bag of his.

Bringing back his shaving kit, I hand it to him and stay standing beside the bed. He slowly rises up, and unzips the pouch, pulling out a clear bottle of lube.

Presto!

He sits up, and pours a generous amount of it into his palm, before reaching over and smearing the thick gel on my cock.

It feels incredible!

Michael pulls me closer to him, as he slides his wet hand up and down my cock, leaning forward, kissing the tip, while continuing to stroke it with an expert hand.

"Mm," I moan.

He slides off the bed, turns me to have my back face the bed, and kneels down in front of me, taking my orbs into his warm mouth.

Michael's completely smooth, which he has demanded me to do as well, and I must say it makes for interesting visual effect. That V shape of his, which runs down from both side of his waist into his groin, is so well defined that it accentuates his eight, inch, cut, smooth shaven cock and orbs, even more so.

That same cock I'm now looking at, bobbing up and down, while his head's moving around my groin.

Suddenly he lets me go, stands up, and pushes my chest back, knocking me off balance. I'm so caught unware that I cry out, "Hey!", falling on my back onto the top of the bed.

He just laughs and jumps up, straddling me in the process. Rubbing his cock on top of my own, he reaches back to the nightstand for more of the lube.

This time he pours it in a long stream onto both of our cocks, coating us with the smooth, thick liquid.

Still straddling me, Michael rubs our cocks together and begins to jack us off at the same time. I just lay back and enjoy the ride, as I watch him fondle and jerk us together.

The sensation of his cock sliding up and down with my own is fantastic. I reach down and grab all four of our orbs in a loose hand and begin to rub them together, as he strokes us.

I buck upward, feeling myself get close to cumming.

Oh, fuck no!

"No, you don't!" I grab his thighs and lift him off.

He gets the message.

Removing some of the lube off my cock, and the copious amount he still has on his hands, is enough for him to reach back and lube his hole.

I hold him firm, as he lowers himself and finds my tip with his sphincter. His warm, willing, insides, moments away.

My heart's beating at a mile a minute and I can hardly contain myself from flipping him over and fucking the bejesus out of him.

Finding the right angle, with my tip just at the right spot, he starts lowering himself onto my cock, letting it slide inside.

"Fuck, yes!" I groan.

"Welcome home daddy!" he croons.

Michael likes calling me that, and it turns me on to no end.

Once he has me completely inside him, he starts riding me slowly. But, that won't do. And so, I grab his thighs even harder and start holding him down, while I fuck him with a bucking motion, pushing my own ass down into the mattress and then lifting him up as I fuck upwards, deep into him.

"Yes daddy, fuck me!"

He's stroking himself in sync with my thrusts, while ridings me like a Rodeo bull. It's a battle between both of us being in charge. Him riding me and me fucking him.

This is absolute bliss.

"Fuck me harder daddy!"

I comply.

Felling that we're both getting close, I intensify my pace.

His riding me like he wants my shaft to snap off nut I'm loving his total abandonment to the moment, crying out like a virgin, louder and louder. Just like I fucking love it!

"You ready boy?!"

"Yes, daddy! Gimme your seed. I want to feel you inside me!"

His wish comes true.

Leaning back my head, I cry out, "Jesus Christ!", and my cock erupts in a giant stream of seed, filling his insides.

Michael keeps riding and stroking himself and then shoots ropes of cum across my chest, splashing it onto my lips and forehead. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, daddy!!!"

I can feel his ass muscles grip my cock, which is still inside him and not planning to go soft any time soon.

Finally spent, Michael collapses onto me, removes himself off my cock and rolls over to my side. He moves his hand up and wipes some of the cum off my face and licks his fingers.

I reach down between his legs and hold his semi-hard cock in my hand.

"I love you Michael."

"I love you to daddy."

We rest like this, me gently fondling his cock, until I feel him harden.

A few fucks later, and we eventually fall asleep at just after 5:00 am.

After a very late breakfast, delivered to our room, I search in my contacts for Paul's number and luckily get hold of him. He's still got the same cab and is ecstatic to hear from me. We catch up and I ask him to come collect us and take us to Llandudno.

I want Michael to see the place where'd first met Daniel and on the way there, we stop at the little hotel in Camps Bay, where Daniel and I had spent our time together. At the exact spot where Daniel had died, I have to swallow hard not to let the nostalgia overtake me. Michael just holds me, saying nothing. He doesn't need to.

After we spend some time in Llandudno, we return to our hotel, where Mark's waiting for me in the bar. He'd texted me earlier saying he wanted to see me first before we join his little family for dinner at their place.

I leave Michael to do his thing and join Mark. He's seated in one of the lounge chairs, enjoying a beer. I'm still not really into beer and thankfully Michael's brought some variety into my life. So, as I sit down opposite Mark, I order a Margarita cocktail from the waiter.

Mark starts off. "You guys settled in?"

"Yeah, all done and I've already shown Michael the beach where I met Daniel and the place where I lost him."

"Are you ok?" Raising his eyebrows in concern, as he takes a swig of his beer.

"Yeah, sure. I'm over it now. Look, I will always have a soft spot for Daniel and do miss him sometimes but, my, as you call him, better half, keeps me busy and I couldn't be happier. He really is the best thing that's ever happened to me."

Mark, straight forward as usual, suddenly becomes serious. "You already told me three months ago that you were heading back so I didn't say anything until we could meet face to face. I have an update for you on the Johan saga."

I sit up. "Yeah? What?"

"Johan was caught last month in Somerset-West, a town about seventy kilometres from here. He tried to rape a nineteen-year-old son of the lady he was boarding with. We think he wasn't really boarding but just using her for a place to stay, giving her special favours in return. If you catch my drift?"

"And? What's happened to him?"

"He's in Pollsmoor prison, awaiting trial. The case is an open and shut thing and he can be lucky the Police got to him first, because the community went ape, when the lady who caught him assaulting that poor young boy, screamed her head off. They came running with make-shift weapons and would've surely killed him."

"Lucky for him." My voice laced with malice.

"Don't be mistaken James. Pollsmoor isn't a walk in the park either and I can assure you, he's going to get what he's been dishing out a hundred-fold for as long as they can have it, or if it kills him first."

I can't help but feel justice for Daniel, imagining that son-of-a-bitch getting raped every day. I smile. "Karma's a bitch."

We discuss other things and each have another drink, before Michael joins us, and we leave with Mark. He stays in Bothasig and we end up having a meal to top any Thanksgiving dinner I've ever had.

There are roasted potatoes and onions, sweet yellow pumpkin, roasted lamb, roasted chicken, French beans with mashed potatoes and black pepper, sweet carrots and yellow rice.

The yellow rice made so by adding turmeric into the water, so I'm told by Esme, when I ask.

For dessert, we have a trifle consisting of sponge cake, peaches, liqueur, home-made custard, Jell-O and crushed sweet biscuits.

Michael and I get back to the hotel late in the night, needing a crowbar just so we can move our lethargic bodies around the room, in order to get ready for bed.

Sex is out of the question, that was too much food!

Another year later...

We're living in New York, but now in an apartment I bought close to my old one.

Michael and I are married now and have a beautiful brown-haired son, who we named Daniel Matthews. We had him by using a donor egg and a combination of our sperm, not knowing who actually fathered him. Though, by the looks of him, I think my little buggers won the day.

It doesn't matter, though. We are his fathers and all we wish for is that our little Daniel will learn from our mistakes, hopefully, and end up having a better and more fulfilling life than his namesake did.

In a way, I still have a Daniel in my life and though he'll grow up to be a different person, he'll do so with the knowledge that he is loved and accepted by me and the man I love, Michael Williams.

No longer will I have fear limit my abilities to take that which I want and love those who I want to love, in spite of themselves. Life is too short and one never knows when something or someone may be lost to me, forever.