Seeing Scott standing at my door immediately reminded me of those letters between him and dad. Scott had always been a good-looking man, and I could see why dad was attracted to him. If I’m being honest, it’s the same reason that I am so attracted to Dylan.
Scott repeated himself, “Caleb, where is my son?”
I asked, “what makes you think I know where he is?”
He said, “because I know he has been spending time with you. I talked to his landlord, and he told me you helped him move out of his apartment. So, stop playing dumb with me.”
I sighed, “I will let him know that you want to talk to him. He can decide if he wants to talk to you.”
He glared at me, “listen here Caleb, you will not stop me from seeing my son. I will decide what’s best for him.”
I narrowed my eyes and said, “Dylan is a grown man, he can decide for himself what’s best.”
Scott’s face was turning red, “you mean like being a cook in some greasy kitchen. He has a better job than that, I need to see him so that I can tell him that.”
I shook my head, “so you can tell him that? Have you ever stopping telling him things and just listen to him?”
He asked, “what the hell are you talking about? I listen all the time.”
I said, “if you had ever listened to Dylan, you would know that he does not want to work at the brewery. He loves to cook, and he is damn good at it too. He is so much happier now than he was a few weeks ago.”
Scott snarled, “he’s only happy because he has let you pervert him.”
I said, “excuse me?”
He said, “you know what I’m talking about, you are convincing him that he’s gay.”
I took a deep breath, “Dylan was gay long before I came back to town. I suppose you would like him to stay deep in the closet, just like you.”
Scott’s eyes went wide, “what the hell are you talking about?”
I looked him straight in the eyes, “I found the letters my dad wrote to you.”
The color drained from his face, “damn it, I told Mike to destroy those.”
I said, “don’t worry Scott, I haven’t told Dylan, yet. I also haven’t told him about the little stunt you pulled at the bank last week either. I will tell him that you stopped by, and he can decide if he wants to talk to you or not.”
Scott just stared at me speechless, I’m sure he was not used to being talked to like this.
I added, “and one more thing, you tell Dawson, that if he ever lays a hand on Dylan again, he is going to get a taste of his own medicine.”
Scott gave me another questioning look, he asked, “when did Dawson lay his hands on Dylan?”
I said, “the day before we helped Dylan move out of his apartment, I’m sure that was the same day Dawson told you he found Dylan here.”
I saw the anger build in Scott’s face as he turned and stormed off, slamming the door behind him. I was a bit concerned for Dawson’s safety, but I quickly thought that maybe he deserved to have his ass kicked.
I took a deep breath and rejoined the others on the patio. Joey said, “gee boss, we thought you went to brewery to brew those, you were gone so long.”
I said, “sorry, but I had a visitor I had to deal with.”
Eli opened his beer, “yeah, who was it?”
I looked at Dylan and took his hand, I said, “it was Scott Patefield.”
Dylan went pale, he asked, “what did he say?”
I said, “relax, he said we wanted to talk to you. I told him I would give you the message, and you would decide if you wanted to talk to him.”
Dylan asked, “what would I say to him?”
I said, “you don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to. As we suspected, he knows about us. You don’t have to do anything right now, if you decide you want to talk to him later, I will go with you if you want me to.”
He sighed, “so Dawson told him about us.”
I nodded, “yes, but I also told him about Dawson hitting you, that did seem to upset him.”
Eli said, “just take your time and think about it Dylan, you don’t owe him any explanation for anything.”
We continued to offer our support and would let Dylan decide if and when he would be ready to talk to his dad.
We tried to relax the rest of the afternoon, but I could see that Dylan was upset by Scott’s visit. I know he was worried about what he would say to him, he knew that he would have to talk to his dad sooner or later, Waynesboro is a small town, and he was sure to run into him at some point. I thought about telling Dylan about the letters I found, but I wasn't sure if that would help or make things worse. I really thought it would be best for Scott to tell Dylan about that part of his life.
As we crawled into bed that night, Dylan asked, “should I go talk to my dad?”
I sighed, “I don’t know Dylan, that is something you have to decide. I will back you up if you do. I would be glad to go with you if you want, but if you want to do it by yourself, I understand.”
He shrugged, “it is something I should do on my own.”
I smiled, “if that is what you want, I will support you. Just know that you don’t need him for anything, and you have a place that you are always welcome.”
He smiled, “thanks, thank you for everything.”
He snuggled close to me and we drifted off to sleep. He was making breakfast the next morning as I walked into the kitchen.
I gave Dylan a kiss and asked, “how did you sleep?”
He smiled, “ok, I guess. I’m not ready to talk to dad yet, but I’ll figure it out.”
I nodded, “you know I am here for you, whatever you decide.”
Eli and Joey walked in and said, “so are we Dylan.”
He smiled, “thanks guys, I appreciate that.”
The next two weeks were a whirlwind. We were installing our new filler at the brewery, and I was busy trying to hire the new employees that we would need. Eli and Joey were still expanding our sales area, bringing in 2 to 4 new customers each week. Brad and Jim were working hard on getting the new line running and were right on schedule. At the end of the second week, our first shipment of clear bottles arrived and so did the new labels for our two new beers. We would start the new line up on Monday.
Eli had talked to Joey about moving in with us and he agreed. They moved out of the guest room and into my dad’s old room, it was bigger and had more closet space. Geno was also giving Dylan more freedom with the menu at the restaurant. He even hired another cook and promoted Dylan to head cook. He had wanted to step back a bit and take some time off, Dylan had earned his trust so that he now felt comfortable doing that. With Dylan’s extra duties at the restaurant, and me working on the new line, Dylan and I hadn’t been able to spend much time together. We mostly had just woken up together and talked over breakfast. I was usually in bed when he got home each night, and he was always at work when I got home.
I worked late on Saturday making sure the new line was going to be ready to start on Monday. I was going to try to stay awake until Dylan got home, I fell asleep on the couch. I woke up when he sat next to me.
He said, “hey, were you waiting up for me?”
I smiled, “I was trying to, I guess I failed.”
He pulled me to my feet, “come on, let’s go to bed.”
We climbed into bed and talked about our week for a few minutes, Dylan was soon sleeping with his head against my chest. I sighed, “oh well, I’m tired too.” Within minutes, I too was sleeping.
I woke the next morning, the sun shining through the window. As I gained my bearings, my morning wood felt warm and wet. I looked down to see Dylan smiling up at me, his lips wrapped around my cock. I grinned, “what a nice way to wake up.” He moved up so we could share a kiss, his hard cock rubbing against mine. I wrapped my arms around him as we continued to kiss and stroke each other. We moved so that our aching cocks were pointed at each other’s mouths, and we were soon connected as one. I could wake up every morning like this. My hands found Dylan’s firm ass, I kneaded his fleshy mounds as I let a finger move toward his sweet pucker. Dylan was squeezing my cheeks as well. We continued to suck each other and soon each had a finger buried in each other’s holes. I couldn’t take it any longer, I released Dylan’s cock and spread my legs wide. He immediately moved down and began to lick and suck my hole, covering it in his spit. He gave my cum-filled nuts some loving between licks of my pucker. Dylan then gave my cock another suck before he kissed his way up my torso as he aimed his pole at my entrance. He kissed me as he slowly sank inside of me. My eyes rolled back in my head when he bottomed out and hit my sweet spot. He smiled at me as he began to piston in and out, sending me into orbit. He was hitting all my buttons as I grabbed his ass, pulling him in deep as a I could. I wrapped my legs around his waist, not wanting to risk him slipping out of me. We continued to kiss as Dylan kept up his assault on my ass. I felt his breath quicken and the head of his cock swell deep inside me. He let out a deep grunt and his seed whitewashed my love tunnel, filling it to the brim. Dylan collapsed on top of me as he tried to catch his breath, and his deflating manhood slipped from my used hole.
I gave him another kiss and pushed him onto his stomach, putting a pillow under his waist. I smiled at his perfect ass pointed up at me. I kissed each cheek and then moved on to my ultimate target. Dylan sighed as my tongue found his hole and I pushed in. Once I had him wet, I climbed on top of him and began to push in as I kissed the back of his neck. Dylan began to meet my thrusts, squeezing his ass muscles around my over stimulated cock. I lost all control and sent my baby batter deep inside Dylan. We kissed as we came down from our post-orgasmic high.
Dylan smiled at me, “good morning.”
I chuckled, “good morning to you too, that was a nice way to wake up.”
He said, “I feel bad that we haven’t had much quality time lately, so I thought…”
I gave him another kiss, “that was certainly the best quality time I have spent with anyone.”
We took a quick shower and dressed, we went to the kitchen to find Eli and Joey grinning at us as they were making breakfast.
Eli said, “well, good morning love birds.”
Dylan blushed, “sorry, were we being too loud?”
Joey chuckled, “no worries rich boy, get it whenever you can.”
Of course, we had to endure some more teasing over breakfast, but it was worth it. We cleaned up the breakfast dishes and all headed out to sit around the pool. With the new line starting up this week, I knew it was probably going to be the last day to relax before BoroFest.
We got to the brewery early on Monday morning. The original line was already running, and Hal and Brad were starting the new line. It took at least two hours to get the new filler to start, and the rest of the day to get more of the bugs worked out. We had our first pallet of our summer beer bottled by the end of the day. We would have liked to have had a bit more filled, but we were on our way. By the end of the week, we had the new line running well. We would need to make a few more adjustments, but we were soon building our stock for the festival.
We had two more weeks before BoroFest. We had added more employees, and Tom had finished all the partnership paperwork. I met with Hal, Brad, Ed, Rick, Joey and Eli and we discussed all the progress we had made.
I thanked them for all their hard work and decided it was time to give them the titles they deserved. I made Hal the Plant Manager, in charge of the day-to-day operation of the plant. Brad was our new Maintenance Manager in charge of all maintenance. Ed was now the Production Manager, making sure the floor ran efficiently. Rick was the Quality Manager and our R&D head, he was responsible for making sure our beer was of a consistent quality and developing new beers. Joey was our Distribution Manager, making sure all the right products went to the right customer. Eli, of course, was the Sales and Marketing Manager.
We had also hired Wendy as our Office Manger to handle paying our bills and invoicing all the new customers that Eli and Joey had added. She was a coworker of Diane, Hal’s wife. She and her husband had just had a baby and after she finished her maternity leave from her old job, the company had eliminated her position. So, like my grandpa, I took in another stray, and once again, she was a perfect fit and was very good at her job. I let her set her own hours as she worked out daycare for her new baby.
Over the next week, the second line was humming, and our warehouse was filling up with Malloy Light and Malloy Summer Ale. I just hope all the festival goers were going to like them. I invited Mom and John to come stay with me and attend BoroFest, they were looking forward to it and even wanted to help sell beer during the festival. They were coming to town on Wednesday, we would be setting up on Thursday as the festival was starting on Friday.
I had been so busy in the brewery that I hadn’t thought about Scott Patefield since his last visit. Dylan hadn’t brought it up either, I assumed he wasn’t ready to face his dad yet. Wednesday morning, I was a bit surprised when Wendy knocked on my door.
I smiled, “hey Wendy, what’s up?”
She gave me a worried look, “Scott Patefield is here and would like to see you.”
I took a deep breath, and said, “ok, send him in please.”
I forced a smile as Scott walked into my office, I said, “good morning, Scott, what can I do for you?”
He said, “sorry to drop by without calling first, but Jackie and I would like to invite you and Dylan to our house for dinner tonight.”
I didn’t answer right away, he said, “Caleb, we really would like to talk to Dylan, he won’t answer any of my calls.”
I nodded, “I did tell him you wanted to talk to him, but the last time we talked about it, he didn’t seem ready.”
Scott sighed, “I know, but his mom would like to know that he is alright, she wants to see him very badly.”
I asked, “what about you Scott, do you really want to see him or are you just trying to make you wife happy?”
He said, “I want to talk to him, I need to tell him I am sorry for not listening to him as he grew up.”
I said, “we can’t come to your house tonight, Scott. Mom and her boyfriend John are coming in tonight and we are having dinner with them.”
I could see the disappointment on Scott’s face. Maybe he really did want to try to work things out with Dylan. I said, “give me a minute and I will call Dylan, Wendy will get you a cup of coffee.”
He nodded, “thanks Caleb.” He left my office as I called Dylan.
Dylan answered on the first ring, he had taken today off from the restaurant to make a big dinner for mom and John, I was finally going to tell mom about us. I explained the conversation I had just had with his dad.
He said, “we already have plans tonight.”
I said, “I know, I told your dad that too. But what do you think about inviting your parents to join us?”
Dylan said, “our moms were friends before you moved to Atlanta so I guess it would be ok, but I just don’t know what to say to my dad.”
I said, “I think he has something he wants to tell you, you might not need to say too much. Besides, you won’t be alone with him, we’ll all be right by your side.”
I finally convinced Dylan to agree, I walked out into the office and said, “Like I said Scott, mom and John are coming in tonight and we have plans to have dinner with them. I know mom would like to see Jackie so we would like to invite you to our house and join us for dinner at 7. Dylan has agreed to talk to you.”
He gave me a weak smile, “thank you Caleb, I really appreciate it.”
I shook his hand, “you’re welcome, we’ll see you at 7.”
As soon as Scott left, Eli came running out of his office, he asked, “what was all that about?”
I smiled, “I just invited Scott and Jackie to join us for dinner tonight, with mom and John.”
He asked, “does Dylan know?”
I nodded, “yes, he is going to have a talk with his dad.”
Eli shrugged, “I hope you know what you’re doing.”
I said, “what’s the worst that can happen, we have to throw Scott out?”
Mom and John arrived at a little after 3 in the afternoon. They were impressed with all the improvements we had made since the last time they were here. We were on our way to the house about an hour later, Eli and Joey would be joining us when they finished at the brewery.
I carried mom’s bag in as she said, “wow, something smells good, did you hire a cook, Caleb?”
I chuckled, “no, mom. But there is someone I would like to meet.”
She gave me a suspicious look as Dylan walked out of the kitchen.
I said, “mom, you remember Dylan Patefield?”
She furrowed her brow, “little Dylan? You mean Scott and Jackie’s little Dylan?”
I laughed, “yes mom, that Dylan.”
Dylan smiled, “it’s nice to see you again Mrs. Malloy.”
She said, “you’re all grown up now Dylan, you can call me Kristi.”
I said, “mom, Dylan and I have been seeing each other for a while now, and he has moved in with me.”
Her eyes went wide, “really? That is wonderful, I am so happy for both of you.”
I gave her a hug and said, “thanks mom.”
I introduced Dylan to John as mom asked a million questions. When she finally took a breath, John said, “well Caleb, we have some news for you as well.”
I looked at mom who was standing there grinning as she held up her left hand, showing off her new ring, “John has asked me to marry him, and I said yes.”
I gave her another hug and said, “that is awesome, I might get that little brother after all.”
John’s eyes went wide, “now hold on just a moment, we never talked about that.”
Mom hit my shoulder, “oh don’t pay any attention to him John, he is not getting a little brother.”
I of course, still teased mom as I took her bags to the guest room. I said, “I guess I don’t need to get blankets for the couch, I assume you will want John to share your bed. I suppose I can allow it as long you guys aren’t too loud when you get busy.”
John got into the spirit of things when he said, “why? Aren’t the wall sound proofed?”
Dylan joined in, “yes, they are but we could still hear Eli and Joey sometimes…”
Mom rolled her eyes, “that is enough from all three of you.”
Eli and Joey came home a short time later and we filled them in on the good news as well as the additional dinner guest we were having. I could see Dylan was getting more nervous the closer it got to 7.
I put my arm around him as said, “I’m right here, everything will be fine.” He nodded as he took a deep breath. Mom and Eli agreed to play things by ear and said they would go out by the pool to leave Dylan and I alone with his parents when the time came.
Dylan had dinner all ready by the time 7 arrived. He grabbed my hand when the doorbell rang.
Scott and Jackie smiled as I opened the door, I said, “please, come on in, thank you for coming.”
Scott said, “thank you for inviting us.”
Jackie saw Dylan and started to cry, she wrapped him in a hug as he said, “hi mom.”
When they broke their hug, Scott said, “hi Dylan, it’s good to see you.”
Dylan nodded, “hey dad.”
Scott said, “we brought a bottle of wine, I hope that is, ok?”
I said, “yes, thank you very much.” Mom walked in and gave Jackie and Scott and hug and introduced John and they shared their good news. Mom was always good at easing the tension in any situation. John opened the wine and poured a glass for Jackie and mom, while Eli got the rest of us a beer.
I said, “Eli, why don’t you and Joey show Mom and John the patio.”
He grinned, “sure, but be sure to give me a signal before you come out, we might be skinny dipping in the pool.”
I rolled my eyes as they walked out the door, Dylan still had a death grip on my hand. I said, “we can have a seat in the living room.”
Scott took a drink of his beer and said, “so, you are changing to a clear bottle?”
I nodded, “yeah, we are rolling it out this weekend at BoroFest.”
He said, “the updated label looks great, I’m sure your grandpa would approve.”
I smiled, “thanks Scott.”
He ran his hands through his hair and turned to Dylan, “oh hell Dylan, I just wanted to say that I am sorry.”
Dylan squeezed my hand tighter, he said, “thanks dad, I guess I should have taken your calls.”
Scott shook his head, “I don’t blame you, son, I would have probably done the same thing. I should have listened to you when you said you didn’t want to work at the brewery. Caleb tells me you really like this cooking thing.”
Dylan said, “it’s more than a cooking thing dad, it is what I really like to do.”
Scott looked down, he said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I’m trying to understand all of this.”
Dylan smiled, “that’s all I ask dad, just listen to me once in a while and see things from my point of view.”
Scott sighed, “I’ll try, I just want you to be happy.”
Dylan said, “I am happy dad, and part of that is being with Caleb. I know you probably hate that, but I think I love him and want to spend the rest of my life with him.”
A tear formed in the corner of Scott’s eye, he said, “I understand that more than you know, son.”
Dylan just stared at his dad as Scott continued, “I have always loved your mom and always will. But there was one time that I was unfaithful to her.”
Dylan looked at me and back to his dad, Scott said, “when you were about 4, I spent some time with someone else.”
Dylan looked at his mom, she had the same death grip on Scott’s hand as he had on mine, he asked, “you cheated on mom?”
Scott nodded, “I guess I did.”
Dylan asked, “what does this have to do with me and Caleb?”
Scott took a deep breath, “the person I was with, was Caleb’s dad, Mike.”
Dylan went limp, not sure what to say, he finally swallowed hard and asked, “dad, are you gay?”
Scott sighed, “I wouldn’t say that I am gay, I think I might be bi, but the only man I have ever been with was Mike. Your mom is the only other person I have ever been with. Like I said, I have always loved your mom, and I regret that I had that weak moment. I had feelings for Mike too and I don’t regret what we did, I just regret that I was already married when I did it. Your mom and I worked this out a long time ago, she has forgiven me, and we are still very much in love with each other. I just wanted you to know that I understand how you feel about Caleb.”
Dylan stood and gave his dad a big hug, all four of us were bawling like babies now. I know it took a lot for Scott to tell his son about his past.
Scott released his grip on Dylan and said, “I just want you to be happy, and from as protective as Caleb appears to be, he wants the same thing for you.”
I shook Scott’s hand and said, “yes sir, he makes me very happy too. I will never do anything to hurt him.”
Scott pulled me in for a hug and said, “you are so much like your father Caleb, and I mean that as a compliment.”
I smiled, “thanks Scott.”
After another round of hugs, we dried our tears and invited everyone else back into the house. Dylan served his meal to rants and raves from everyone, and we all enjoyed a very pleasant evening. Scott and I had a newfound respect for each other and agreed that both breweries could co-exist in Waynesboro.
To be Continued…
