Chapter 5

Our family orgy didn’t finish until the wee hours of the morning. Rob and Barb ended up sleeping in my bed with me. After I unloaded in Rob’s ass. We took a break before proceeding to DP Barb a few times. I got Rob to sixty-nine me while Barb fingered herself. I even let Barb use her toy on me.

My hips were sore. My ass was sore. My back felt twisted and I had aches behind my eyes. I slept all day Sunday and only crawled out of bed Monday morning around ten or so. I’m not sure when Rob and Barb left, but there was a voicemail on my phone, presumably from them.

I wrapped my robe around me and went to the main house. It was empty. I might have guessed. I’m the only retiree here. So I stole a few cold breakfast sausages and a slice of pie leftover from, who knew when and traipsed back to my place.

I scrambled up some eggs, heated the sausage, made some toast and coffee, and sat out front to eat. The pie was stale but still had some fruity flavor so I just ignored the cardboard crust. Half an hour later, I felt vaguely human again.

I showered and dressed and decided to spend the day at the senior center. I’d played a few rounds of Mahjong when the whole place stopped what it was doing. We had a visitor. “Hide the Oyster crackers boys!” I shouted. “The Law’s here!” The tall cop turned from the nurse he’d been talking to and looked right at me.

“You must be Hank,” he said walking over with a smile. “Rob said you might be here today.”

“I reserve the right to remain ignorant about what my some did or did not say,” I said stolidly, but extended my hand to him anyway. He shook it firmly and I stood up. Now, I’m six-two and so is Rob. This man had to be six-five, at least.

The more outstanding thing though were the gold railroad tracks on his collars. He wore a desert tan Uniform similar to Rob’s with blue stripes down the legs. The difference was that this man wore calf-high riding boots. His shirt was long-sleeved and he wore a blue tie with a seven-point badge tie clip.

He had a marksman’s medal on the pocket flap under his oversized Badge and Captain’s bars on the collars. His hair was stark white and he sported a Sam Elliott-style mustache. He was a mountain of a man and I could tell he was probably pretty ripped under that uniform.

“Nice to meet you, Hank,” his smile was disarming and I couldn’t help but smile back. “You can call me Artie,” he went on. “I was recruiting at the station for the CHP golf tournament, and Rob said you might like to play.”

I raised an eyebrow at that. “I haven’t held a club in twenty years Artie,” I admitted. “But isn’t that tournament just for Officers?” Artie grinned at that and slapped my shoulder.

“It is,” he agreed. “But I was thinking of sponsoring you into the County Club that hosts it,” he aught the puzzlement on my face and clarified. “You’re one of our best Officer’s father. I know the command staff and senior officers would love to just pal around and get to know the man that raised him.”

I felt a lump in my throat. This man had respect for Rob. He did. He was offering me a chance to not only get back to something I’d walked away from a long time ago but a more lively crowd than this place. “Sounds like a great opportunity,” I agreed. “What do you need from me, Artie?”

Nothing, right now,” Artie stated. “I’ll send you an email with the details and directions to the Club,” He verified that the email address Rob had given him was the right one to use for me. I also gave him my cell phone number. “Wonderful, Hank...” Artie shook my hand and we walked out front together.

Parked on the roundabout was a shiny, perfectly clean Harley Davidson Road King, Police Special. Artie picked up his helmet and strapped it on. He gave me a quick salute and the bike roared to life and he smoothly guided it out onto the street and was gone. I let out a breath I’d been holding.

My heart was racing and my mouth was dry. That man had made a serious impression on me and I couldn’t wait to join the club. Golfing might be just the distraction I needed now. I might even look into getting a motorcycle. I might still be able to ride. I’ll have to check my credit.

I took a moment to listen to the voicemail I’d neglected until now. It was Rob. “Hey, Dad...” he began in a low voice. “Didn’t want to wake you, but Barb and I had to get going,” he sounded so apologetic he almost seemed sad to have left the bed. “Patrick is at school, he has graduation practice afterward.”

“So, no one home for dinner, then?” I asked no one in particular. “Barb should be home after eight and I’m pulling a double,” I heard Barb in the background yelling something about meatloaf. I’d have to check the fridge better when I got back.

“By the way, Dad,” there was a bit of mischief in his tone. “My Captain will be stopping by the center to chat with you,” I’m not sure if he knew what his boss wanted me for. “I told him to go to the house if you weren’t there, so wear shorts if you go in the hot tub,” I don’t know I might have gone commando just for the shock factor.

The message ended and I headed home. Sure enough, on closer inspection, there was a large platter on the bottom shelf of the fridge labeled “Monday Night Dinner.” Well, I’ll look further later on. It’s too early to worry about Dinner.

I went out back to my place and changed. Got comfortable and checked what I had in the place for dinner. Satisfied that I’d help myself to what was in the main house. I got online and did a little porn surfing. I think you guessed my search this time. “Mature Muscular Gay Men.”

As the sun was setting, I paused my searching and video-watching and headed to the main house. The platter ended up containing a large meatloaf, a pile of mashed potatoes, and some assorted veggies. I helped myself to a decent portion, found the container with the gravy, and heated my plate.

I decided to sit and eat there. After a while, I heard the front door, and Patrick came walking in. He greeted me, got his plate, and sat down. There was something odd about the way he looked at me, but I let it pass and just decided on table talk.

“So, how was our day, Pal?” Patrick replied that it was good and laid out the whole graduation practice for me.

“Then it’s just a free-for-all all once all the diplomas are given out,” He looked up at me and asked about my day.

“Not bad at all,” I told him. “Your Dad’s boss visited the senior center today,” That surprised him, and he asked if I got arrested. “Nope, he was there to invite me to play golf at the Country Club he and other officers belong to.

I sat back and took a sip of my drink. The next words from Patrick’s mouth made me cough and spit. I almost fell out of my chair.

“Gramps?” he asked in a near whisper. “Are you Gay?” I was flabbergasted.

“What makes you think that, Pal?” I wasn’t prepared for what came next though. Patrick pulled out his phone and tapped a few things then handed me the phone. The sound has been turned off, but the video was absolutely clear. It was a scene of my Fucking Rob while his face was buried in Barb’s crotch.

“What the hell?” I asked. “Where did you?” then it hit me. “You bugged my bedroom?” I felt the anger coming through in my voice. I had to calm down. But this was a breach of rust more than anything. “I’m not getting into this right now!” I shoved the phone into my pocket and got up from the table.

“Hey!,” Patrick complained. “My phone!”

“Yeah? And my privacy!” I shot back. “Patrick, you hurt me ... We need to work this through, but not right now!” I was hot, I was ready to break something. “You came to me and I’ve kept your confidence. Doing this to me? I just need to calm down before we can discuss it.”

Just before I went out the back door, I told him, “After your Mom’s asleep come see me and we’ll talk about this breach of trust,” I walked back to my place. I turned on the hot tub and cranked the heat a bit. Nothing scalding but enough to make me sweat. Then I stripped and got in.

After about twenty minutes, I got out and turned it down to a cool ninety degrees. I went and got some beer and got back in to cool down. The water was just below body temperature and felt nice. So while I nursed a beer, I watched the entire video on Patrick’s phone.

I’d have to find the camera or make him remove it. From the angle, I had a pretty good idea of where it was. I had to admit, the video quality was pretty good and I was getting excited watching this. That wasn’t the point here. I put it down and thought about what I’d say to Patrick.

I sat in the hot tub facing into my house and waited. Around eleven o’clock my door opened. Patrick strolled in. Well, Patty did. Dressed in the same outfit that she came out to me in. There was something else though. Her skin was shinier the hair seemed longer and as she walked her skit swished. No underwear.

Patty walked through and out back and stood before me. “No, I’m not Gay, I’m Bisexual and so are your Dad and Mom,” I said with just a twinge of venom in my voice. “Now, before we go any further,” I leaned forward. “Go get that camera.”

Moments later, Patty brought me the camera and set it on the table next to my Adirondack Chairs.

“Is that the only one?” I asked. Patty nodded. “I’m going to do something to make things go smoother,” I said evenly, settling back against my backrest. “I’m going to trust that’s the truth and not worry. Don’t make me regret that decision,” Patty nodded.

“So, do you want to tell me why?” I asked. Patty began shuffling and fidgeting. Then she opened up.

“I saw how you looked at me when I was dressed last time,” Ok that was a slap. I thought I was discreet. “And the way you held me when you asked me to dance,” Another indiscretion. “I wanted to know if you were gay.”