Generations

3. The Millers

The following afternoon, as Garrett approached his house, he found he suddenly had to yank his wheelchair out of the path of an inattentive blond-haired family that was barrelling its way down the street. The group consisted of arguing parents, two arguing small children and an older boy who was plugged into a device and saying, 'Dylan, I'm getting hit, I'm getting hit!' They passed by without a word or a look; Garrett took a moment to frown disapprovingly at their retreating forms before carrying on down his driveway and through his front door.

Max was on the sofa with his feet on the coffee table and a laptop perched on his knees. On the screen was an image of Rose lying on her front with her feet in the air, and beneath her chin were subtitles reporting more or less what she was saying.

'Anyways, Lucie should get here tomorrow,' said Max, acknowledging the greeting Garrett signed to him with a smile and a wave. 'I can't wait!'

'I bet you can't,' Rose said significantly. 'Me and Laura've been so...'

Garrett wheeled his way into the kitchen, trying not to listen to their conversation. He clanked about with some pots and pans and started getting together a meal, but stopped when he heard Max saying, 'But hey, my dad's home – I'd better go.'

'Okay,' said Rose. 'I guess I'll see you Monday, if I don't talk to you before.'

'Sunday,' said Max. 'I'll meet you at the airport.'

'Aw, thanks, hon. Bye.'

'Bye, RoRo.'

As Max closed the lid of the laptop, Garrett wheeled his way into the living room and signed that he had just started making dinner.

'Cool, thanks,' Max smiled at him. 'So how was your day?'

'Not bad,' said Garrett, positioning himself directly opposite Max, then signing as he spoke. 'It's still kind of weird not seeing Declan in the hallways, but I guess we'll all get used to that eventually.'

Max looked concerned. 'Are you okay?'

'Yes, don't worry about me. Just you focus on making your guest happy.'

'She's not even here yet, Dad.'

'But she will be tomorrow,' said Garrett, 'and I don't want you worrying about me while I'm at the funeral. Just worry about yourself.'

'What do you mean?' said Max, with a comical smile. 'Is this The Talk?'

'What Talk?' asked Garrett.

'The Safe Sex Talk.'

'No, kiddo – I already had that with you, like, five years ago. And you, um... remembered, right?'

'Yeah, I did,' said Max. 'Hey, Dad. You like Lucie, right?'

'Of course I do,' said Garrett.

'And do her parents like me?'

'Yeah, they love you. Why are you worrying about that all of a sudden?'

'Because I'm about to see her again,' said Max, 'and it'll be the first time since you guys have known about us. I mean, I know all your friends like me as your son, but how does Roland feel about me as his daughter's boyfriend?'

'I can answer that,' said Garrett, 'because he and I have talked about it, and he's overjoyed. At least, he said he'd rather it was you than anybody else.'

'Oh,' said Max. 'Well, I guess that's high praise, when you think about it.'

'Do we know how he feels about Laura being with Rose yet? Or how Kylie and Eduardo feel about it, come to that.'

'No. And I don't know if they've been told yet, if that's what you're asking.'

'You got me,' said Garrett.

'I'm sorry, Dad,' said Max. 'I shouldn't have burdened you with someone else's... well, not secret exactly, but...'

'Don't you dare apologise. You know you can tell me anything.'

'It must be hard not being able to talk about it, though, right?'

'If I lived in the same state as any of them, it'd be a nightmare,' said Garrett. 'But I don't. And even if I did, you could still trust me with your secrets without feeling guilty about it.'

Max smiled at him. 'I'm glad you're my dad, Dad. You know I've been really happy here with you, don't you? And I still am, of course.'

Garrett smiled a wobbly smile back at Max. 'That's great to hear, sport. Thanks. I've been really happy with you too.'

'Cool,' said Max, clapping Garrett on the shoulder and then jumping to his feet, tactfully not noticing the embarrassing display of emotion. 'And the best part is, I got a dad with a pool! I think I'll go swim a few lengths before dinner.'

Max couldn't stop thinking about Lucie all evening, and as he was cleansing himself in the shower, he found himself – much like Josh the evening before – sporting an inevitable boner. Unlike Josh, however, he had no reason to feel the slightest bit guilty or awkward about it. He was remembering all the wonderful things he had done with Lucie on New Year's Eve, thinking of her hot, wet pussy and her heaving breasts and the look on her face when he'd finally – after a difficult start followed by a tutorial with Rose across the kitchen table – made her come.

He spent a good while massaging his balls before he began pumping his shaft with the same hand, and even after that he would occasionally come back to his very full testicles to squeeze and roll them in his palm. He remembered how it had felt when Lucie orgasmed with his cock inside her, the vaginal walls squeezing his shaft and soaking it in love honey until his balls emptied themselves into her pussy.

In the present moment, Max's balls emptied themselves all over the shower door in several impressive spurts. He moaned and panted his way through his orgasm, then fell back against the wall tiles to recover. Once he had done so, he took in the sight of his jizz dribbling down the frosted glass door in front of him. Taking the detachable shower head in his hand in order to clear up, Max promised himself that he would not, under any circumstances, jack off the next morning. If he had morning wood, he would take a cold shower. It was time he started saving himself for Lucie.