A Father and Son Talk, of Sorts

Aaron always found Douglas to be that one person he could always talk to. But not about this, he knew. He couldn't tell anyone about this.

They were in Minnesota, ice fishing. They huddled beside a heater, eating granola bars, trying to keep warm on a frigid lake.

"So how's the girls at university?" Douglas asked. Aaron rolled his eyes.

"Not interested in me. Just trying to get good grades, you know?"

"Well, you have to have time for love sometime, man," Douglas said. He'd considered this rashly with Katie, but after much thought and more masturbation, had to admit his sexuality was more fluid than he'd originally anticipated. He could jerk off to white women and black cock, and was somewhat disturbed and surprised he could jerk off to black cock alone, also. But there was still that last leap for both of them, daunting as it seem.

"I guess," Aaron reluctantly agreed.

"I thought about ... maybe ... you know ... Luther," Douglas said, haltingly. Aaron's eyebrows could have touched the sky.

"Luther, Douglas? Luther? Wow. I don't ... I don't know what to say," Aaron stammered.

"Yeah, well, he's been interested. And I haven't really had a partner in some time so ..."

Aaron bit his lower lip. What the hell, he thought.

"So, I have this roommate in college ..."