My Future Son-in-law

Hi! You are really the best audience a writer could have, and the reason this story feels fresh to me. Here is the last installment in this cycle. I've got thoughts moving on, but would be nice to hear what you think. I have rewritten and self published the first parts on Amazon under my pen name Philip Stone. Feel free to check it out along with other stories. https://www.amazon.com/author/philipstone

And don't forget to support this amazing site at support.nifty.org

Happy reading!

/Stayedhere

My Future Son-In-Law - Part 12

In the backseat of the taxi, Tom reached out and grabbed my hand. I turned and looked at him, his freshly shaved chin gleaming a little in the sunlight that seeped around the edges of the glass window. His lips were dry, but his grip was strong, and our fingers laced together easily, my broader with his smaller. "Are you sure she wanted me along?" he asked. I nodded, but I could understand his hesitation. After one week of anguish, my meeting with Karen had finally come to fruition. Or at least, that's what I hoped. Chloe had called and asked us to meet in Battery Park again. Us. That tiny word felt both strange and familiar in my mouth. It implied a future, open skies and fresh air. I swallowed hard, trying to calm my racing heart. I could sense Tom staring at me, could feel the weight of his brown eyes on me, asking me a hundred questions. I could guess his thoughts. Could this really be happening? "Don't worry, baby", I murmured and leaned in for a kiss. Our lips met, soft and yet demanding. I knew Tom needed this, needed my reassurance. He let out a low whimper as I deepened the kiss. Our tongues entwined, but I knew we couldn't take it further here in the backseat of this taxi, with the driver possibly peeking through the rearview mirror. I pulled away reluctantly and smiled at him. It felt so real, in a way my relationship with Karen had never been. Even in our prime years, there had always been a stiffness between us, as if we were trying to follow the instructions from a marriage self-help book. When I met Tom, it was like I could finally breathe again. He was my wild card, the unknown that had made me come alive.

The taxi pulled up to the park and I paid the driver. We stepped out into the bustling Battery Park, with its rolling hills and lush greenery. The sun was shining brightly overhead, casting a golden glow over the park's iconic cannon. Children ran around, playing tag and laughing, while couples strolled hand-in-hand, taking in the surroundings. The Thames flowed gently nearby, its calm waters reflecting the skyscrapers of London in the distance. As we made our way to the bench where Chloe had asked us to meet, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I looked over at Tom, who was nervously smoothing out his shirt, and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. He looked up at me and smiled, but I could see the uncertainty in his eyes. I squeezed his hand, trying to convey my support. She was already there when we arrived, her blonde hair blowing gently in the wind, her eyes scanning the growing crowd. I felt a sense of relief wash over me when she looked up and saw us. Maybe we had been given another chance, and I wasn't going to let it slip away.

We reached the bench and Chloe stood up; her arms crossed over her chest. I could feel the tension radiating from her body, and I knew this wouldn't be easy. Tom and I sat down on the bench, and for a moment, none of us spoke. The wind picked up, rustling through the leaves of the nearby trees. I looked out at the river, watching as a barge made its way downstream. "I'm glad we could finally meet," I said, breaking the silence. "The only reason I am here is because Mom asked me. She has somehow...come to terms with this", Chloe said. "I can't fathom why." "I tried to explain my behavior to her. That I finally feel like I can be true to myself." "I get that you feel free, Dad. But you could have told us, instead of cheating on us behind our backs", Chloe said, her voice breaking slightly.

"I can't take that back", I said. "But I have never felt like this." Tom reached out and put his hand on her shoulder. "I'm really sorry for my part in all of this, Chloe. I was weak, I really wanted to believe I loved you - but somehow you felt it too, right? It was a poor excuse for a marriage." I saw a tear trickling down her cheek, and felt the full force of my guilt, wishing I could remove all the pain I had brought upon my daughter. But I knew I couldn't. All I could do was be honest, and maybe, just maybe, Chloe could find it in her heart to forgive us both. "Dad, I don't know if I can do this. It is just so strange. Are you gay now?" "I don't label myself", I said. "I just know that what I feel for Tom is real." Chloe looked at us, her eyes filled with confusion. I knew that I could've kept on acting, but in the process losing myself completely. I couldn't deny my feelings for Tom, not anymore. "Can't you understand?" Tom pleaded, "I didn't plan on this. But it happened. I love your dad." Chloe shook her head, her arms still crossed. She took a deep breath and looked at me. "I just need time. But of course, I knew. Deep inside I knew."

Chloe's voice broke as she spoke, her arms still wrapped around her. For a moment, we all sat there in silence. I could feel a dampness on my cheek. Tears? From me? I didn't even know I had it in me. But then, there was a lot I hadn't acknowledged about myself before Tom came along. I reached out and wiped away one of Chloe's tears. "Take all the time you need," I told her, my voice soft. "But just know that we both love you, and we want you in our lives." "I know you do," she whispered. "I just need some time to process everything. It's all so much to take in at once." "Of course, of course," Tom reassured her. "We understand. And we won't push it." The words hung heavy in the air, like a fog shrouding the reality of the situation. I could feel Chloe's tension easing, even if just a little bit, and I knew that this conversation, this fragile reconciliation, was just the beginning. But I also knew that the hardest part was behind us. We had come clean, and we hadn't shied away from the truth. "I'm glad we did this," Tom said, his voice low and steady. "Yeah. Me too," Chloe replied, looking at us for the first time without the veil of anger. We sat there for a while longer, watching as boats made their way up and down the river, the sun casting long shadows around us. I looked over at Tom, who was staring out at the water. "No more lies", I said quietly. Tom turned to me, his brown eyes meeting mine. "No more", he responded, reaching for my hand again, his grasp warm and steady. Chloe exhaled deeply, the wind catching her hair and making it dance around her. She looked at our clasped hands and sighed. "I see it now. And one day I will come to terms with it", she said slowly, as if surprised by her own words. I felt a weight lift off my shoulders. It wasn't gone forever, but it was lighter now. We could breathe again, all three of us. The tension in the air had dissipated, replaced by an odd sense of relief. We had managed to bridge the gap, albeit just a little, and it was enough to keep us moving forward. "We should go," Tom finally said, breaking the silence. "Yes, we should leave you alone now", I agreed. We stood up, and Chloe hesitated for a moment before she reached out and hugged us both tightly. Her touch was soft, but firm, and I could feel her resolve. "I'll see you soon," she whispered. We walked in silence past the old cannon, a reminder of old wars and truces. As we approached the road, I hailed a taxi. The park was now bathed in gold, and I couldn't help but feel hopeful. My hand found Tom's and I gave it a squeeze. His eyes flashed at me, and I could see the relief mingled with the lingering unease.

When we came back to the apartment I went to the fridge and took out a bottle of champagne from the wine cooler, then grabbed two flutes. I poured us each a glass and handed one to Tom, looking into his eyes. "To new beginnings," I toasted, clinking my glass against his. He smiled, a genuine, warm smile, and we both took a sip. The champagne was cold and bubbly, just like the moment we were living. We both settled into the plush leather armchair, facing each other. "I still can't believe it", Tom said. I smiled, raised my eyebrows, and put my glass down on the coffee table. "But it is true", I replied, my hand reaching for his. "And you're here with me now." Tom leaned in a little, closing the distance between us. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, making my chest tighten. His fingers traced the line of my face, his eyes softening. "I think I wanted you from the moment I saw you" he whispered, his voice low and throaty. I closed my eyes and leaned into our embrace, feeling him wrap his arms around me, pulling me in closer. "I wanted you too", I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. We stayed that way for a moment, lost in the feel of the other's body pressed against mine. I could smell his scent, crisp and clean. He pulled back slowly, his eyes locked on mine. "I need to know if you have spoken to Harrison." "I did have a little talk with him", I said. "And?" I turned to face Tom, a sly smile playing on my lips. "He won't be bothering us again. Unless we want him to." Tom raised an eyebrow. "Really? What did you tell him?" I thought about how much I should divulge, deciding a little white lie suited best. "Let's just say I made sure he knew where he stood with me. I'm not worried about Harrison anymore. If you want to, we can invite him again. But you are mine, remember?"

I looked into Tom's eyes, searching for any hesitations. He smiled and leaned in to kiss me again. "Of course, Philip. Yours." I poured another round of champagne, savoring the moment. I decided it was time to tell him the surprise.

"I've got a weekend getaway planned for us," I announced, handing Tom his refilled champagne glass. He looked surprised but pleased.

"Where are we going?" I smiled enigmatically. "It's a surprise. But I can tell you it's somewhere we can be alone and away from the city." Tom put down his glass and moved closer to me, taking my hands in his. "That sounds amazing. Thank you," he said, a genuine smile lighting up his face. I smiled back at him, feeling my chest swell with affection. We sat in comfortable silence for a while, sipping our drinks and staring out at the city skyline. The lights twinkled like distant stars caught in the grasp of skyscrapers. "The car is coming any minute, so pack lightly." I told Tom, my eyes lingering on his chiseled features. A beautiful sight to behold. He nodded and began to gather his things. Tom emerged from the bedroom with a small overnight bag, a confident strut in his gait. He stopped suddenly when he noticed my gaze fixed on his toned shoulders, and I couldn't help but appreciate the way his suit fit perfectly around them.

"This place is amazing", Tom exclaimed as we stepped out of the car. I had booked us a room at a luxurious beachside hotel, where the scent of sea salt and the sound of crashing waves would greet us in the morning. The hotel loomed in front of us, with its whitewashed facade and ornate windows. Tom's eyes widened in awe, and my heart swelled with pride. I liked to spoil him, but more importantly, I wanted him to feel at ease. We walked into the lobby, and the staff welcomed us warmly. Our room was on the top floor, with a balcony overlooking the ocean. I watched as Tom's gaze followed the curve of the sea, only to be interrupted by passing yachts and sailboats. "I feel like I'm dreaming," Tom murmured, leaning against the balcony railing. I walked up behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist and nuzzling his neck. "You are worth it, baby" I said, my lips near his ear. He shivered, turning around in my embrace and looking at me with smoldering eyes. "I want you, Phil" he whispered. I led him back into the room, closing the balcony doors behind us. We stood in the middle of the luxurious beachside hotel room, the plush carpet beneath our feet soft and inviting. I could feel a stirring in my groin, a desire that had never wavered for Tom. "What do you want?" I asked , my voice low and seductive. "I want you to fuck me, Phil. Right now," Tom replied, his pupils dilated with lust. His words sent a shockwave through me. I grabbed him, my hands digging into his ass, pulling him against me. I could feel his hardness pressing against mine, and I groaned, my mouth finding his in a fierce, hungry kiss. Our tongues clashed, teeth clicked, and I bit down on his lower lip, making him gasp. I could taste the metallic tang of blood, but I didn't care. "I want your cock so bad", he moaned. I pushed him towards the bed. He went willingly, his body trembling with anticipation. I started to unbutton his shirt, my fingers fumbling on the buttons. I could feel his eyes on me, watching my every move. I pushed the shirt off his shoulders, revealing his smooth, pale skin. I leaned in, my lips finding his collarbone, my tongue tracing the line of it. He gasped, his body arching into mine. I took time to worship every inch of his torso, my fingers tracing the lines of his abs, my tongue lapping at his nipples until they hardened into little peaks. I could feel his hands on my head, his fingers tangling in my hair, urging me on. I could smell his arousal, a musky, intoxicating scent that made my own cock throb painfully in my pants. "Fuck, Phil, please," he begged, his voice ragged. I pushed him down on the bed , his back hitting the soft mattress with a soft thud. I stood over him, my eyes roaming over his body, taking in every inch of his skin. I could see his cock straining against his pants, the outline of it clear and mouth-watering. I licked my lips, a surge of hunger coursing through me. "Patience, baby," I said, my voice low and husky. I began to unbuckle my belt, my eyes never leaving his. I could see the anticipation in his gaze, the way his chest rose and fell rapidly with each breath. I took my time, letting the suspense build as I slowly unzipped my pants, revealing the black boxer briefs I wore underneath. My cock strained painfully against the fabric, eager to be released. Tom's eyes were glued to it, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. "Fuck, Phil, you're killing me," he groaned. I smirked, loving the power I had over him. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my boxers and slowly pulled them down, revealing my hard cock inch by inch. Tom's eyes widened, and he let out a low growl, his hands reaching for me. I stepped back, out of his reach. "Not so fast, baby," I teased, stroking my cock slowly. "I want to enjoy this." Tom's eyes followed my hand, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. My cock was long and thick, with a slight curve to the left. The head was a deep shade of red, already slick with pre-cum. I wrapped my fingers around it, feeling the weight of it in my hand. I began to stroke myself slowly, my eyes locked on Tom's. "You like what you see?" I asked, my voice low and seductive. Tom nodded; his eyes wide with desire. "I love it when you are so horny", I said. I pulled my shirt off, revealing my hairy chest and muscular abs. I could see Tom's eyes lingering on the hair on my chest, such a contrast to his smooth skin. I ran my fingers through it, playing with it teasingly. "Touch it," I commanded, my voice a low growl. He hesitated for a moment, but then reached up and ran his fingers through the hair on my chest. I leaned in, my lips finding his, kissing him roughly as his fingers trailed down my body. I took his hand and placed it on my cock, feeling him wrap his fingers around it, stroking me slowly. "That's right baby. " I groaned, his hand tightening on my cock. I pushed him down on the bed again, and got on top of him, working the belt of his pants . " Let me do this", I heard him say. He sat up, our eyes locked, and unbuttoned his pants. He wiggled out of them and his boxer briefs, revealing his cock, fully erect and begging for attention. I reached down, stroking him slowly, feeling the velvety texture of his skin. His cock was hot and heavy in my hand, throbbing with need. I wrapped my fingers around it, marveling at the sensation. My eyes never left Tom's, watching as his pupils dilated. I leaned in, my lips finding his again, as I began to stroke him faster. "You feel so good, baby," I murmured against his lips. I teased his lips with my tongue, slowly tracing their line, feeling him let out a moan. I kissed him harder, pushing him back onto the bed, until he laid out, spread out and ready. I looked down at his body, my eyes taking in every curve, every muscle. He had an ass made for fucking, I let go of his cock, and trailed my hand down to his ass, squeezing it firmly. "Fuck, yes," he hissed, pushing himself into my hand. I leaned down, my tongue darting out to find the curve of his ear. "I'm going to make you scream, baby," I whispered into it, biting down on the lobe gently. He shivered, his breath hitching in his throat. "Yes, Daddy," he yelped. "Please, fuck me." His words sent a surge of heat through my body, and I couldn't help but grin at his eagerness. I trailed my fingers down his spine, feeling him shiver beneath my touch, and then reached for the lube on the nightstand. I coated my fingers with it and then brought them back to his ass, slowly sliding a finger inside him. "Oh, fuck," he groaned as I breached him, his body tensing with pleasure. I used my free hand to stroke him, gripping his rock-hard cock firmly as I just to fuck him with another finger. "Pleeease, Phil, I need to feel you inside me," he begged, squirming beneath me. "Have some patience, baby," I said, grinning down at him as I started to increase my pace. I could feel him urging me on, his moans growing louder as I picked up speed. "Fuck, yes, like that. Harder," Tom yelled, arching his back and pushing his hips up towards me. I continued to fuck him with my fingers, curling them and hitting just the right spot inside of him. He cried out in pleasure and gripped the covers tightly in his hands. I knew I was teasing him, but it was so fucking hot to watch him lose control that I couldn't help myself. "Beg for it, Tom," I demanded. "Please, Phil, I need you so bad." I slipped my fingers out of him and closed the lube bottle. I crawled on top of him, our lower bodies aligned and grinding together. I leaned down, capturing his lips in a heated, demanding kiss. He responded eagerly, his tongue exploring my mouth with eagerness, trying to devour me. I pushed him down onto the bed, spreading his legs and exposing his dark opening to me. "Look at you," I purred, running my index finger over the rim of his entrance. I grabbed my cock and pointed it directly at his hole. I teased him some more, dragging the head of my cock over his hole, leaving a trail of warm precum in its wake. I watched as Tom writhed in pleasure, anticipating the invasion. "Oh God, Phil. Please," Tom begged, pushing his hips up towards me. "Do you want me inside of you?" I asked. "Yes! Fuck, yes." I grabbed Tom's legs and pushed them up towards his chest, exposing him to me further. He thrashed beneath me; his chest flushed as I denied him what he most wanted. I leaned in, my lips finding his collarbone, biting down on the soft flesh. He whimpered beneath me, a sweet sound that sent a stab of pleasure straight to my cock. I could feel it pulsating against his entrance, hungry and eager to be inside him. His breath came in short puffs. "Fuck, Phil, please," he pleaded, his voice ragged with thirst. I smirked, my fingers tracing lines on the inside of his thighs. I pushed my cock head against his entrance, feeling it gradually yield to the pressure and open up as I slid inside him. His eyes squeezed shut, and he bit his bottom lip as I filled him up, inch by inch. I pushed in slowly, drawing out the pleasure for both of us. His muscles clenched around my cock, rippling along my length. I groaned, my head dropping back as I bottomed out. I could feel every inch of myself inside him, the walls of his channel gripping me tightly. I took a moment to enjoy the sensation, my dick twitching with pleasure. I looked down at Tom, his eyes still squeezed shut, and a small smile played across his lips. "Open your eyes, Tom," I commanded quietly, as I wrapped my fingers around his cock and started to stroke him gently. His eyes snapped open. They were glazed with lust. "Fuck me, Phil. Harder." I pulled out, almost to the tip, before slamming back into him, causing him to cry out in pleasure. I started to piston my hips, building up a quick rhythm that had us both panting. "Oh God, yes. Holy fuck." Tom's back arched as I fucked him, his perfect body on display for my pleasure. I leaned down, leaving soft kisses along the curve of his neck. "You like that, baby?" I murmured against his ear; my breath hot on his skin. "Fuck, yes," Tom groaned, his fingers digging into my hips as I slammed into him again and again. I could feel the pressure in my balls, building up with each thrust, telling me that I was close. But I wasn't ready to let go just yet. I reached down, my fingers brushing against his sack, cupping them gently. I could feel the weight of his balls in my hand, every movement of his body causing them to shift and tighten. I gently squeezed, feeling how full they were as Tom trembled beneath my touch. I could feel his cock pressed against my stomach, hot and slick with precum. I brought my hand up and wrapped my hand around his cock again. I squeezed, feeling it twitch in my hand. I leaned down, my breath hot on his ear as I started to stroke him faster. The friction from his tight ass and the grip on his cock had me close to the edge. I knew I wouldn't last much longer. My balls were already drawing up, my muscles tightening as I neared my climax. "Jesus, Tom. You feel so fucking good," I said through gritted teeth. Tom groaned, his back arching as I quickened the pace. I could feel his muscles clench around my cock, tightening and relaxing in a rhythmic dance. He was the best fuck I'd ever had, and I knew it. I tightened my grip on his cock, feeling his balls draw up even closer to his body. I knew he was close, and I wanted him to unload with me. "Come on, baby," I urged, my lips near his ear. "Come for me." Tom let out a low moan as his back arched up off the bed. I could feel his cock jumping in my hand, my grip tightening on him as I felt his release, hot and slick against my fingers. I kept stroking, watching him intently as his orgasm rippled through him, his muscles clenching and releasing as he rode the wave of pleasure. I groaned loudly, feeling my own climax building up inside me as I slammed into Tom one last time. My balls tensed, the pressure building up until I felt it explode, the rush of heat spreading through my body as I came inside him. I groaned, my cock twitching uncontrollably as I filled him up. My load was big, and I could feel it filling him up, the sensation of it spilling out of him and coating our thighs causing my orgasm to last even longer. As I came down from my high, I leaned down to kiss Tom's neck, his cheek, and finally his lips. My cock was still lodged in his ass as I slowly pulled out, leaving a warm and tingling sensation. "I can't get enough of that ass." I murmured into Tom's ear, my breath hot and heavy. I settled next to him on the bed, my arm draped over his waist. I could feel the sweat still beading on our skin, the evidence of our lovemaking clear in the tangled sheets around us. I nuzzled the back of Tom's neck, inhaling his scent- a heady mix of sweat, sex, and musk. "We should check out the bathroom", I said. Tom hummed in agreement, and together we got out of the bed, our legs shaky and uncertain. As we entered the bathroom, I let out a low whistle. The bathroom was a luxurious space, with gleaming marble floors, a large soaking tub, and a rainfall shower. I walked towards the tub and turned on the faucet, testing the water temperature with my hand. "Join me," I said, turning to Tom with a lazy smile. He got in and sat in front of me, his back leaning against my hairy chest . I wrapped my arms around him, feeling the warmth of his body against mine, and the coolness of the water lapping at our skin. I leaned down and kissed his shoulder, my lips grazing his skin as I nibbled ever so gently. He shivered beneath my touch, and I smiled again, knowing I had him exactly where I wanted him. I reached for the bar of soap on the side of the tub and began to lather it in my hands. I gently began to wash Tom, rubbing my soapy hands over his shoulders and chest. "I love you, Tom." I murmured into his ear, my lips brushing against his skin as I spoke. I felt him tense in my arms, and for a moment, I wondered if I had said too much. But then he leaned back into me, his body pressing against mine in a way that made it clear he felt the same. "I love you too, Phil", he whispered. We stayed like that for a while, our bodies entwined in the tub, as the soapy water swirled around us. I kept caressing and massaging his body, paying close attention to his most sensitive spots. I could feel him relax in my arms as the warmth of the water and the sensation of my hands on his body lulled him into a sense of security and comfort. It was in moments like these that I truly felt like I had him - all of him, heart and soul. And in return, I knew he had me. I had never felt so connected to another person before, so in sync. I wanted to hold on to him forever, to never let go. And as I looked into his eyes, I knew he felt the same way. We stayed in the tub for what seemed like hours, talking about everything and nothing, just enjoying each other's company.

Eventually, we got out of the tub and dried off, wrapping ourselves in soft, plush towels. We made our way back to the bedroom, where we collapsed onto the bed, still soaking wet. I wrapped my arms around Tom, pulling him tight against me, feeling his warm body pressed against mine. We ordered room service , enjoying our dinner with the view of the ocean. After dinner, we retreated back to the bedroom, shedding the remnants of our damp clothes. We climbed back into bed, our bodies entwined in a sensual embrace as we slowly fell asleep.