1. Mr. Cabernet


    Date: 10/13/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Author: spinneroftales, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    state attorney general’s office and maybe could help me. That he was a widower whose wife had died six years ago after a long difficult battle with ovarian cancer. There were no children. And that she and Clark were getting married, soon. “He’s a really nice man Thad. You’ll like him. You’ll have to come home for the wedding, so you could come home to stay. It’s funny, he used to live there when you were here, and now he lives here and you’re there, but you don’t have to be there if you’re unhappy. There’s no reason for staying in any job you don’t like.” Of course she was right. She’s a Mom. I arrived with all my possessions at about eleven the morning before the wedding after a long drive. Mom greeted me with a hug and a kiss. It had been much too long since I was last home. While we were chatting she said, “You know we aren’t going to have the same last name anymore. Does that bother you?” I said, “No, of course not. You’ll still be my Mom, and that’s all that’s important” “Just think, tomorrow I’ll be Mrs. Clark.” ”Mrs. Clark? You aren’t a Southern Belle.” She laughed. “Clark’s his last name, but before I met him when they talked about him in the office they just called him Clark, and that’s how I came to think of him.” “Well, what is his first name?” “Orrin.” “Orrin! Maybe it is better you call him Clark.” She punched my arm. “He’s coming for lunch today so you can meet him, so be nice. You must be tired after that drive. Why don’t you take your suitcases up and get ...
    unpacked and then relax a while.” I was exhausted, and it felt nice to be back in my old room. I put my clothes in drawers and hung things in the closet and then lay down and dozed off. It was almost two hours later when I woke up. I went in the bathroom, splashed water in my face and rinsed out my mouth and combed my hair. When I went downstairs I heard voices out on the back patio. I went through the living room and as I was going out the French doors I froze. You can probably see where this is going. “O.C.” Orrin Clark. Oh my God! My Mom is marrying Mr. Cabernet! Mom said, “Oh, here you are. Clark, this is my son, Thad.” Clark stood up with a big smile and shook my hand. “I wondered how many Thads there were in this town.” Mom looked at me, puzzled. I just shrugged. He still looked good, the main change being his hair had started to grey. Mom said, “I hope you two will get to know each other.” Clark smiled. “I’m sure we’ll be very close, very soon. I think this calls for a toast. How about a glass of wine?” Mom said, “I think that’s a good idea.” The wine this time was white, but it got the message across. He raised his glass. “We’ve got a handsome young son here, Mavis.” Mom smiled. “I know.” The next day I was the best man at their wedding. Clark asked me to call him Dad, and I didn’t have any problem with that since I’d always called my father Pop. It also kept me from awkwardly calling him Steve by accident. In the months following the honeymoon I taught Mr. Cabernet a few ...
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