Date: Sat, 21 Jul 2012 08:41:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: Henry Brooks <hankster1430@bellsouth.net>
Subject: Another Ordinary Guy Ch. 7

Another Ordinary Guy
Chapter Seven

The next morning Joey and Ricky woke up nesting together.  Joey's hard cock
was resting comfortably in Ricky's crack.  Involuntarily it started to
enter Ricky's garden of delight.  Ricky was still greased from last night
and Joey's cock entered easily.  Ricky had never felt such serenity in his
life.  He would have been content to lie there like this forever.  Both men
just lay there, enjoying the moment.  Joey didn't pump, and neither of them
came, but they both had to pee.

They got up before anyone else in the family.  Ricky asked Joey to dress
and go on home.  He determined to come out to his parents and sisters this
morning, while they were all still together.  The times when all of them
were together were getting rarer and rarer.  He didn't want anyone present
when he dropped his bombshell, except the immediate family, not even Joey.
He prayed that Red was right.  Red always told him that parents already
knew, and had come to grips with it, before you ever said a word.

They were all sitting at the table having breakfast, reliving the events of
last night's party.  Maria looked somber, and she kept apologizing for
Randy's behavior.  "I've never seen him so drunk," she lamented.  Ricky's
parents shrugged it off.  The truth is they hated Randy.  Aside from his
good looks, they couldn't see what Maria saw in him.  He was the biggest
loser they knew, and currently unemployed.

There was a lull in the conversation, and Ricky said, "You all know I'm
going back on the road in two weeks.  I've asked Joey to share my apartment
while he's going to Fordham Law School.  That way it won't be empty, and
he'll be taking care of it."

"What a wonderful idea," Mama said.  "I love that boy like he was my own."

Ricky screwed up his courage, and as fast as he could, lest he lose his
nerve, he blurted out, "He is your own, Mama.  I'm gay, and so is Joey.
We're a couple Mama; we're lovers."

The silence was so heavy, Ricky could hear his watch ticking.

"So the newspapers are right." Papa finally remarked.

"Yes, Papa, the newspapers are right.  I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner,
but I was afraid.  Now, Joey and I are going to live together, and I can't
live a lie anymore.  This is very, very hard for me.  Please
don’t hate me.  I couldn't stand it if you hated me."  He began
to sob.  His family wasn't quite sure what to do.

Finally his sisters jumped up and embraced him, and his parents followed
suit.  Ricky's face and neck were slobbered with wet kisses, and he could
relax at last.

"So where is Joey?" Mama asked.  "I made breakfast for him too."

"I sent him home.  I was afraid, Mama."

"Since when have you been afraid of your family?  Call him up and tell him
to come right over."

Ricky and Joey spent the rest of the weekend with Joey's family.  They all
went to church together on Sunday morning, and somehow Maria's
fiancé, Randy, managed to squeeze in between Joey and Ricky.  Ricky
was surprised, and Joey was uncomfortable, but Randy didn't do anything he
shouldn't have done in church.

On Monday morning, Joey went to work.  He had a sales job at Walmart until
law school was to begin in five weeks.  He intended on giving two weeks
notice today, and moving in with Ricky, just before Ricky went on the road
again.

Immediately after Joey left, Ricky's father drove Mama and Ricky to the bus
terminal to take the bus to Manhattan.  This was the morning that they were
all to sign the papers transferring Ricky's trust to him, and into his sole
care.

"The guys handling your trust, Ricky, are doing a great job.  I think you
should stick with them," Papa said.

"Amen," Mama echoed.

When they entered the offices of Bowers and Franklin, Ricky was duly
impressed.  The waiting room was lavishly, but tastefully furnished.  The
waiting area reeked of success.  Instead of art work, the walls had
pictures of the staff displayed in three rows, pyramid style.  At the top
were pictures of Mr. Bowers and Mr. Franklin.  The caption under the
pictures indicated that they were both retired.  Beneath them were three
other pictures; John Smith, CEO, Arn Lindquist, New York City Office
Manager, and James Brody, CFO.  Below them were seven staff members, all
professional investment counselors.  The clerical staff was ignored, but
Ricky figured there wouldn't be any room for all of them on the wall.

A handsome young male administrative assistant came to take them into
Mr. Smith's office.  Wow, the CEO himself, Ricky thought.  When they
entered, Smith stood up and came from around his desk.  Ricky was shocked
when Smith kissed his mother and hugged his father.  Then the other
gentleman did the same.  Smith held out his hand to Ricky. "I'm John Smith,
and this is our office manager, Arn Lindquist."

Ricky shook both their hands, and Ricky sized them up.  They were both in
their late forties, and Ricky couldn't figure out who was prettier, Arn in
his Nordic way, or John in his all American way.  It didn't matter.  He
liked them immediately, and felt comfortable in their care.

"Arn is going to be your personal account manager," Smith said.  "Of
course, if you want to make a change down the pike, it will be
understandable."  Ricky remembered what his parents had told him, and had
no intention of changing anything.

"Here's what is going to happen today," Smith said.  "It will be short and
simple.  We are going to sign documents transferring control of your trust
from your parents to you.  I'll have you all out of here in fifteen
minutes.  But Ricky, I want you to come back alone as soon as possible.
Arn will discuss with you his investment strategy, and determine who you
want to set up as beneficiaries and executors of the trust...you know...in
case.  Your father told me on the phone that you are going on tour in two
weeks.  Could you come in before that?  We have a lawyer on staff, or you
can bring your own."

"I have signed a million documents with my agent and never had a lawyer.
You see, I trust him implicitly, and my folks have told me to trust you.
Sure, I could come in tomorrow, if you can see me, Mr. Lindquist."

"That's Arn, and yes I can see you.  How about 11 AM, and then I'd like to
take you to lunch."

"I'd like that, but if I get spotted, it might not be a very peaceful
lunch."

"I'll take the chance.  I know a few secluded places.  I've lunched with
lots of rich people, but never with a celebrity.  It will be a wonderful
experience, and all my pleasure."

**********

It's a good thing that Arn had a sofa in his office, because Ricky fell on
it and nearly fainted.

"Did I hear you correctly?"

"Yes you did.  $550,000,000, give or take a few thousand.  Of course, that
was last night.  Just a minute."  Arn punched something into his computer.
It's up another $5000, since the market opened about two hours ago.  You're
a very wealthy man."

"You know," Ricky mused, "I always hoped the trust fund would make me feel
more comfortable about finances, but this is beyond my wildest dreams, and
I owe it all to my folks, and to your great management team.  I am truly
overwhelmed, and very grateful."

Ricky named Larry and Red to be the executors of his estate.  He named his
parents to be his major beneficiaries.  He set up two trusts, within the
main trust, for his sisters, Maria and Patricia.  He arranged it so that
their future husbands, whoever they might be, could not get hold of the
funds.  Then he wrestled with the idea of naming Joseph Carson as a
beneficiary, but they hadn't even started living together.  What if it
didn't work out?  He decided to ask Arn's advice.

"Arn, I need to ask you something?  I think the whole world knows by now
that I'm gay.  At least, I've stopped denying it when the reporters pester
me."

"Yes, Ricky.  I am aware, and I salute you for your honesty."

"My lover and I have been friends almost since birth, and in a few days we
are going to move in together.  I know in my heart it's for a lifetime, but
you can never tell about these things.  Should I, or shouldn't I, name him
as a beneficiary of the trust?"

"Ah, my dear boy, that question is so subjective.  I hardly know how to
advise you.  It's a very personal matter.  When John and I became a couple
(Ricky's eyebrows rose above his hairline) our assets just got mixed up all
at once.  Our sons, Brett and Sven, are partnered also, and I think it's
true for them too.  (Ricky's mouth dropped open larger than it ever had
before.)  Why don't you do this; name your partner as a beneficiary, only
if you and he are still together at the time of your demise.  That way, if
you split up, and you don't have a chance to alter the document before you
die, he won't get anything.

Ricky knew instinctively that Arn was waiting for a decision, but he was
too stunned by what Arn had just said.  "You and John are partners, and
your sons also?" he asked in disbelief.

"Strange, unusual, and true.  We all live together in a two bedroom condo,
at least until the boys graduate college.  How does that grab you?"

"Could we continue this meeting at lunch?  I need time to absorb all this."

Actually Ricky's mind was too boggled to talk about the strange
relationships in Bowers and Franklin.  He wondered if his parents knew.  At
lunch, he concluded his business with Arn.  He also instructed him not to
make any changes in his investment strategy, at least, not for the present.
When they returned to the office, he signed a lot of papers and got up to
leave.

"Would you and Joey honor us, and have dinner with us sometime.  We'll
bring our sons, if you like.  They are just a couple of years younger than
you."

"It would be our pleasure.  I'll be in touch with you a lot now, and I'll
let you know when I finish my tour.  I'll be home for a while after that,
and we can get together."

Before Ricky left, Arn checked his computer again.  Ricky was $10,200.00
richer than when he had come in the day before.

"One more thing," Arn said.  He reached into his desk and took out a check
book.  "This is yours," he said.

Ricky glanced at the blank checks.  The name on the check book was Enrique
Alberto, his legal name.  Suddenly, he knew that he would never change his
name legally.  It would be a slap in the face of his parents.

When they parted, Ricky and Arn hugged each other warmly.

Joey moved in a few days earlier than he had expected.  He and Ricky had
four whole days before Ricky went back on the road.  Larry and Red kept
pestering them to have dinner with them, and hit a few hot night spots, but
the soon-to-be separated lovers, preferred to stay home and make love.

Both sets of parents kept calling to see if their kids were all right, and
they always called at the worst possible moment.  Ricky and Joey were
invariably at the height of their passions when the phone rang, and it
would be one set of parents or the other.  After a while they resigned
themselves to it, and laughed it off.  They figured that sooner or later
they would stop calling, at least, not as often.

The morning before Ricky was set to leave, the phone rang again.  Ricky
glanced at the caller ID.  It said Brett.  It sounded familiar, but Ricky
couldn't quite place it.  Anyway, very few people had his cell phone
number.  If it was a wrong number, he could hang up.

The caller identified himself as Brett Smith, John Smith's son.  The bell
went off in Ricky's head.

"Of course," Ricky said.  "It's nice to hear from you.  What's cooking?"

"Well Sven's dad said you were going on tour tomorrow, and Sven and I
wondered if you would like to join us for a night on the town.  We would
love to meet you."

"Hey man, that sounds like fun."

"There's a great little restaurant in The Village that features a drag show
every night.  Besides a really great show, the food is excellent and
inexpensive."

For a moment Ricky froze.  What if the paparazzi caught him in a gay night
spot?  Then his rational mind told him he didn't have to give a fuck any
more.  He and Joey were out and proud.

"We'd love to meet you there tonight," he answered.  They agreed on a time
and Brett gave him the name and address of the restaurant.

"How will we know you?" Ricky asked.

"Easy, we look just like our fathers.  Don't worry.  We'll know you."

Ricky had to laugh.

When he hung up, Ricky felt unusually happy and content.  He realized that
if he and Joey hit it off with Brett and Sven, they would be their first
real friends in the gay community.  He considered Larry and Red to be
friends also, but they were older, and he fit them more in the category of
mentors.  When he told Joey how he felt about making some friends in the
gay community, Joey got the same feeling of contentment.

The four young men really hit it off great.  Sven and Brett were going into
their senior year at Columbia, and Joey was starting Fordham Law in just a
few weeks.  The drag show really turned them on, and they were all wealthy
enough to generously feed the drag queens' G-strings with lots of dollar
bills.  They hated to part, but Joey made plans with Sven and Brett to get
together while Ricky was away, whenever their busy schedules would allow.

Four very young men parted feeling exceptionally good about
life. Fortunately they were all too young to have been hit by any kind of
adversity... yet.

(Author's note: The Investment Managers, John Smith and Arn Lindquist, and
their sons, Brett and Sven, were leading characters in a short story I
wrote called Summer Romances.  The story is posted on this website.)

To be continued...