Date: Fri, 31 Mar 2017 04:17:58 +0000
From: Bill Hudley <billhudley@live.com>
Subject: JONNY

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JONNY

Written By: Bill Hudley

I sat in my Condo feeling guilty about my parents.  I had just hung up from
talking with them, Mom was her usual cheerful self. She never lets anything
get her in a bad mood for more than a few minutes.  Her motto is 'It will
all work out just fine in the end', and for her it usually does just that.
My Dad is another matter entirely; he's a good man and a great father but
worrying about things is his favorite pastime.  At almost 65, I suppose he
has every right to worry, facing retirement in a few short years, the
constant upkeep of the farm and buildings, trying to make the best
investment choices, having enough saved so that they won't have to alter
their lifestyle drastically

Dad's latest worry about is repairing the little niggling things around the
house that he could do with no trouble a few years ago.  However, now the
thought of him climbing a ladder makes my skin crawl, and my Mom puts up
such a fuss he gives in and doesn't get up on one anymore.  Most times he's
realistic about what he can and cannot do, but then there are times when he
thinks he can do everything he's always done.

We spent at least half an hour with him telling me that one of the upstairs
window shutters was in the garage, it fell off in a windstorm back last
fall.  The steps from the back porch to the yard have become uneven and
wobble when he steps on them, the right hand barn door is off it's track
and won't open, a tree out by the garden lies split into two pieces by a
strike of lightning, one side breaking down the fence as it fell into the
vegetable garden.  His list went on for another 10 minutes.

I know that they aren't flush with cash to hire these things done, but I
suspect that the reason for his complaining was his hope that I might come
for a visit and we could do some of these repairs together, like we did
when I was growing up.

I picked up the phone and called my boss and asked for two weeks off. I
explained that I needed to go help my parents and he gave me the time I
requested with no fuss or guilt trips. He's a great guy that way, always
trying his best to accommodate whatever his top guys needed to do. I'm in
Commercial Real Estate Sales and Leasing in Charlotte.

I phoned back to my parents and told Mom to dust out my old room, I'm
coming to visit for a week. She squealed like a little kid and I heard her
shout to Dad in the sitting room.

"Billy's coming...Billy's coming!

I told her I'd be there day after tomorrow, Saturday.

"Oh Billy this is wonderful, bring something nice to wear and you can come
to church with us Sunday.  We want to show you off to our friends, they
always ask about you every Sunday. Oh...I can hardly wait."

By the time I hung up the phone I felt like a heel, the bad son who seldom
makes time to go visit with his aging parents.  Too busy for the people who
love me most in this world.  This time I'll do what I planned, I'll stay
the full week, no fake emergency calls to let me leave early this time.
After all, the only thing they ever want from me is my time, just come and
be with them for a while.  That's all they want, to see me, be with me.

I called the airline for a reservation to Myrtle Beach; rent a car, buy Dad
some power tools there, and drive up to Southport, NC, my home town. The
driving distance from Wilmington was only 29 miles but with the plane
schedules, I could get there 3 hours sooner by driving up from Myrtle
Beach.  Each time I go back home, I'm amazed at the growth all around Mom
and Dad's little farm out on Jabbertown Road.

Memories flooded back of growing up, how good life was on the farm up until
I was seventeen and left for college.  I liked boys, I knew I was gay as a
pre teen, at least I knew I was queer, I didn't know what 'gay' really
meant sex wise back then.  I was still a virgin, but that would change the
summer I was sixteen.  There was a boy, my best friend Jonny Baker, that
lived about a mile down the road, we were good buddies and that summer we
started jacking off together in the barn haylofts, either at his place or
mine.

I remember us using a watch to time the seconds we held the others cock in
our hands, when that got too familiar, we timed holding each others cocks
in our mouths. Not actual cock sucking, just putting the others cock in our
mouth for 15 seconds, then 30 seconds, a whole minute.  Finally one day, I
threw the timing watch down and started bobbing up and down on Jonny's
cock.  When he yelled that he was cumming, I pulled off his cock, but his
jizz hit my face and I licked it off, I was hooked from that moment on.

In only a matter of days after I actually sucked his cock, Jonny and I were
doing a 69 together, without a timing watch.  We were both swallowing cum
as fast as we could.  That was the extent of my sexual experience when I
got to college.  I was truly shocked at how open the gay guys at college
were.  I kept a low profile, knowing what I did at school would follow me
the rest of my life.  I didn't stop having sex, but I was very particular
with whom I chose as a partner.  The summer after my freshman year I taught
Jonny the joys of anal sex.  I'm a born bottom and Jonny loved to fuck my
butt, almost as much as I loved him fucking it. Jeez! I haven't thought
about Jonny Baker in years, I hope he's happy wherever he is.

I shook myself to get that adolescent reverie out of my head, and went to
my bedroom to sort through my casual clothes for something suitable for
farm work. I have jeans galore but none suitable to work in. I made a list
to buy tees and jeans with a 'skosh more room.'  I remembered that I have a
pair of old army style boots (they were the rage at the gay clubs for a few
weeks,) I rummaged around until I found them, and thought to myself when I
looked at them that I've probably danced ten miles in those boots but never
done a minutes worth of work in them.  I laid out a Navy Blazer and tan
pants. a light blue shirt and a colorful tie to wear to church for Mom.
Later that evening I went shopping for the things on my list.

A terrific storm blew into Myrtle Beach and we were re-routed to Wilmington
to land and wait out the storm at MB. I got off at Wilmington and drove the
30 miles to Mom and Dad's, the bad weather had actually worked in my favor
for a change.  Once I turned onto Jabbertown road I was stunned, the
country road I remembered with only three or four family farms is now paved
and widened into three lanes.  The road is lined with $500,000 homes and
subdivisions, with Mom and Dad squeezed in between them on their forty five
acres. They were both sitting on the front porch when I drove up.  Mom came
running up to me with open arms and Dad, standing at the end of the steps,
waiting for Mom to get through hugging me.  A wide grin spread across Dad's
face, that was a big display of happiness from him.  Dad and I were not
back on the porch yet when Mom came out with a tall glass of sweet tea for
me.

We sat there and talked for over an hour, me telling them all about my
sales and that I was the leading sales person for the company for last
year, and I'm ahead for the same period for this year.  Mom told me all
about the new neighbors, well what little she knew anyway. These new folks
weren't the friendly type that had always lived here.

She told me that the Baker's place, was under contract now, it is only
twenty five acres and our place is forty five.  Anyway the Baker place sold
at $20,500 per acre or $512,500.  That was Jonny Baker's home!  I asked Mom
about the Baker's and she told me that both Mr. & Mrs. Baker had died in a
car crash five or six years ago.

"Poor Jonny, he brought that woman, that hussy he married back here to live
after his folks passed, but three months after their precious baby boy was
born, that wife of his up and left him and the baby.  He's working and
raising that boy all alone.  Let's see, mmm that baby should be getting
close to five years old now.  I guess he'll move off from here now that
he's got all that money.  You and him was close as kids Billy.  You ought
to go over there and say hello before he's up and gone from here."

After our supper of Fried Chicken, mashed potatoes, fresh green beans
cooked with ham hocks and Mom's wonderful Cathead biscuits, I drove over to
Jonny's place.

When he came to the door I could tell he didn't have a clue who I am. Just
as I opened my mouth, his boy ran to him and wrapped his arms around his
Daddy's leg and stared at me with eyes black as coal.

"Hey Jonny! It's..."me...Billy, Billy Cannon from down the road, How have
you been guy!"

"BILLY! Billy Cannon? Omigod BILLY!

For a second or two I thought he was going to run out to me but he stopped
himself and said...

"Come in, come in.  Man oh man, you sure are a welcome sight for these eyes
Billy, I can see that city livin' agrees with you.  Oh, Billy, this is my
son Joey, his name is Joseph, named for my Pop, but I call him Joey."

He bent down on one knee and told his son that he and I were friends back
when we were little guys like him.

"Joey this is Mr. Cannon, can you say hello to him? Remember? Like you do
when we're at church?"

Joey let go of his Dad's leg and stuck out his hand.

"Pleased to meet ya sir." He said.

I bent to shake his hand and told him I was pleased to meet him too.

With that over, Joey took off through the house and we heard the kitchen
screen door bang shut.  Joey had gone outside.

"What a cute and smart little guy he is Jonny. You're a lucky man."

"Well the luck was hit or miss there for a while.  His Mom left us when he
was only three months old.  It's been a struggle, but I've sold the farm
and we'll be okay now.  Joey's college will be taken care of and he'll
never have to work a farm unless he wants too."

"My Mom told me about your selling your place. I wanted to come over and
see you before you move away.  I was thinking about you when I made the
plans to come spend a week with Mom and Dad."

I took my card from my card case and put my home and cell numbers on it and
gave Jonny the card.

"I mean it Jonny, you keep in touch.  We go back a long, way together, if
there is ever anything you want or need, you call me.  Heck, don't wait
until you need something to call me, just call when you want to.  If you
settle on the Charlotte area as your home, I can get you a great deal on a
home and no realtor fees.  Not to mention how great it would be to be able
to see each other whenever we wanted.

I hope you know I care a great deal about you and now little Joey too.
You've always been one of my favorite people Jonny, there's no pretense
about you.  You're a genuine good guy, and I've been around enough assholes
in my business to know that the truly good guys are rare, when you find
one, make him your friend."

Jonny never looked up to my eyes, the entire time I was making my little
speech, he just stared at the floor.  I started to the kitchen.

"You have any beer here Jonny?"

"No beer Billy, but there's blended whiskey under the sink."

Pulling out the bottle I saw it hadn't been opened.

"Alright, now we're talking, 12 year old Canadian Club, smooth stuff."

Back in the living room I placed the glass in front of him, he was still
staring at the floor.

I heard him speak but I couldn't hear him well, he spoke so quietly.

Suddenly he raised his head and looked me in the eye.

"Do you ever think about us...that summer we were 17...up in the
hayloft...do you ever think about what we did Billy?"

"The first few years after college I didn't, but Jon, I live as a gay man
now. I'm out and proud.  I'm not a rainbow flag waving type of gay, but I
never deny it when asked.  You are my first love, of course I think about
you and what we did, especially what we started doing once we quit timing
each other."

He laughed out loud...

"I'd forgotten that...we did time each other...that seems so silly now. So
Mr. Gay man Billy, what's life like in the big city.  I'd imagine looking
like you do now, you have a date any night you want."

"It's not a very glamorous lifestyle, I live alone, I work crazy hours,
sometimes 70 or more hours a week.  I go months at a time without sex. I
could travel, go anywhere I want its just that I don't want to go alone. I
want to find that one man Jonny, a Mr. Right For Me.  All I can tell you
about him is that for the time being, he's a slippery devil, I can't seem
to ever catch sight of him.  Tell me Jon, do you think about us up in the
hayloft all those years ago?"

Jonny was quiet, staring at the floor again.

"I think about you all the time Billy, you are my first love too.  My only
love really, I would have come looking for you ages ago if I hadn't screwed
up everything by getting Joey's Mom pregnant then marrying her. Joey is the
only good thing to happen to me from the time we got out of High School
until the sale of the farm."

I was very surprised, I never imagined that he would ever acknowledge those
days in the haylofts. I could see the sadness in him.

Joey came in through the kitchen and ran through the house, jumped off the
porch and ran and all the way out to the mailbox at the end of the
driveway.  He looked both ways, turned and ran back to the front porch. I
saw an immediate change in Jonny, his face absolutely lit up when Joey ran
by us.

"Don't you wish you could capture some of his energy and save it for later.
How do you keep up with him Jonny, does he do everything at a flat out
run?"

"Pretty much, after his breakfast he's like this to lunch time non-stop,
then he's running again till night time, some days it wears me out just
watching him.  He refuses to nap in the afternoon unless I nap with him.

I know you're here to see your folks but there are some things I'd like to
get your opinion on and I have one big and important request, if you have a
couple of hours before you leave.  It's really important, I need to map out
what I want done to take care of Joey if, God forbid, something happened to
me.  I was going to go see your folks to find out how to get in touch with
you about this.  Call me up when you can talk Billy, I need your advice.  I
know you're on of those 'good guys' you mentioned earlier. You're my
friend, I know that I can trust you Billy.

Looking at my watch I knew I had to get back, Mom would have supper ready
in a few minutes.  I told Jonny I needed to call her and stepped out on the
front porch.  I asked her if it would be okay to bring Jonny and his boy
home with me for supper and she was excited about it.  I think she wanted
to be around Joey more than Jonny or me.

"Jonny, my Mom says I'm to bring you and Joey home with me for supper. She
said to tell you 'no arguments, just come on over.  You won't be a neighbor
much longer and it's high time your feet were under her table again."

Jonny laughed and shook his head.

"Help me corral that kid of mine so we can clean him up."

All Jonny had to do was tell Joey we were going for a ride and he was
raring to go.  It took a few minutes to buckle in Joey's car seat then we
piled into my rental and off we went to My Mom and Dad's.

Once inside, Mom grabbed Jonny into a hug, then he knelt and whispered to
Joey who stuck out his little hand and told her he was pleased to meet her,
he repeated the same performance with my Dad. Both my parents were asking
Jon questions left and right about the sale of his property and my Dad
shocked me when he said that he has been thinking about selling too.

"Dad, if you're serious about selling, I would advise you do it fairly
soon, I do expect that there will be a drop in prices within the next few
months, If you can get 20 or 21 thousand per acre, sell it quick.
Jabbertown Road is the hot spot right now, but trust me, it will change in
a few short months."

Jonny wrote down the name and number of the man he dealt with and gave it
to my Dad.  I could see he was doing the mental arithmetic and I saw the
shock on his face when he realized how much money the place would bring.

All the time we were talking about the farm, Mom was having a great time
with Joey, cutting up his meat and vegetables for him, getting more milk,
telling him about the Banana Pudding waiting when he ate all his supper.
Once when I glanced over to Jonny I saw that his face was lit up again.  I
realized at that moment that Joey is Jonny's lifeline.  Every bit of love
and emotion that Jonny possesses belongs to Joey.

I also realized that I was a bit jealous of Joey.  I've always wanted a man
to love me so unconditionally, like Jonny loves his son.

I cleared away the plates and silverware and brought out Mom's dessert
bowls, spoons and fresh napkins.  Then she sat the big bowl of Banana
Pudding in the center of the table.  Little Joey's eyes were big as
saucers. Mom served him first, talking to him, trying to keep him from
gulping it all down at once.  After Jonny, Dad and I were finished, Dad
went over to the old Pie Safe that belonged to my Grandmother and took a
bottle of Johnny Walker Black from behind the bottom door, it was the
bottle i'd given him for Christmas last year and never opened until now.

Dad poured us three generous glasses, at least three fingers, neat, and we
went to sit on the front porch, leaving Joey with my Mom.

Dad lit a cigarette, both Jonny and I declined, I had quit smoking seven
years ago and Jon never had taken up the filthy habit.  After a couple of
swigs of the Scotch, Dad started talking about selling the farm again.  He
told me he wanted me to call that number Jonny had given him and 'get the
ball rolling.'

"Billy, you're Mamma and me, we've been thinking about pickin' up and going
to Florida, or maybe to Gulf Shores over in Alabama, probably less folks
there in Gulf Shores these days.  Anyway, we could get us a nice little
place there, just a couple of acres or so.  Once we leave here, I ain't
gonna do no more farmin'. A little vegetable patch will be plenty enough
farming for me."

"Dad, I can check out what's available in both places tonight before I go
to bed.  I know some Realtors in both places too."

"Once I decide where Joey and I are going to live, I might want your help
too, Billy."

"We'll talk about that later Jonny, do you have any idea where you want to
be."

"Yeah, sort of, but it'll keep for a while yet."

A bit after 8:00 pm, I took Jonny and a very sleepy Joey back to their
place. I watched as Jonny put Joey to bed.  We walked back out to his front
porch and we sat down, side by side on the top step leading out to the
yard.

"You know you've put me in a hard spot tonight Jonny.  My Mom fell hard for
your Joey tonight, I'm gonna be hearing them talk about not having grand
kids for a long time now."

"But they know don't they, I mean...they know you're gay, right?"

"Yes but they were after me to adopt back when I was with Hank. It's a good
thing we didn't adopt too, Hank and I were only together a year and a half,
I wasn't enough for him, he craved to be with other men.  One man just
wasn't enough for him. "

"Then he's a damn fool...Would you be willing to adopt and raise a child
Billy."

"Yes! If I find the right guy and he wants a kid, then yes, I just hope I
can be as good of a Dad as you are Jonny.  Watching you today I can tell
that you were born to be a Dad, it's a perfect role for you, and you're
damned good at it too."

"Billy...if something were to happen to me...if I should die...uh...I need
to know that someone I love and trust will take Joey and love him like I
do. He'll have money, I just want to be sure he has the love too, if
anything should happen that I couldn't be there. I know it's a lot to ask
Billy, but there's no one I love and trust anymore but you.  I lie awake at
night worrying about what will happen to him if I die.  I have to work out
a plan.  I want you to think it over Billy, will you be my Son's
Godfather."

I reached out and put my arm around Jonny's shoulder again and pulled him
against me. I felt his body tremble again when I held him close.

"The answer is yes Jonny.  You and Joey are the only people in the world
who I would do this for.  This means that we will have to be closer friends
than we have been, Joey will need to get to know and trust me. Maybe I can
be like his uncle or something."

"No, I don't want you being his fake uncle, you'll be Billy, my friend
since we were 5 years old.  Oh Jeez Billy, you just don't know how relieved
I am that you agreed so quickly.  I knew you'd be the one, it has to be you
to make it work right.  Thank you Billy, thank you."

I put my arm around him again and pulled him close and held him to me, I
felt Jonny's body shaking as he cried, I knew they were tears of
relief. Now maybe he can quit worrying and begin to have a little fun in
life. There are so many things he can do with Joey now.

"Thank you Billy, I'll have my attorney add you to my will as Godfather and
legal guardian of Joey in the event of my death or becoming incapable of
caring for my him."

Jonny let out a big sigh.

"I knew I could count on you, you've always been there for me when I needed
help.  I can relax now, knowing that you'll be there if the worst happens.
I love you Billy Cannon, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart."

Looking over at him, his face smiling now, I had the urge to kiss
him. We've never done that, we had sucked and fucked in our teens but we
never kissed.  I wanted to, but I knew I shouldn't, not yet.  Jonny and I
are reconnecting on a completely different level now.  My Arm was still
around his shoulder, I held him against me and I tilted my head to lean
against his, we rested together, our heads touching as we sat on his front
porch.  He was not as tense now, I guess he had worried about me accepting
the caring of Joey should the worse happen.  Sitting there with Jonny, my
arm across his shoulders, our heads tilted against each other, I was
overcome by a feeling of sheer contentment, a peace like I'd only dreamed
of.  It's Jonny!...it's him that makes me feel this way.

Later, in my bed back at my folks place, my imagination ran wild, Jonny and
I were together, he was my partner, my lover and my friend.  Joey, Jonny
and I were a family, living in Gulf Shores Alabama, we both doted on little
Joey and my parents who lived just a mile away were the very happy
grandparents of little Joey.  I woke and went to the bathroom to empty my
bladder, back in bed I tried to get back into the dream, in there
everything was perfect No matter how much I tried, I couldn't get back to
the dream.  Finally I got out of bed and went to sit on the front porch and
watch the sunrise.

Jonny and I would need some time together to get back to being the Jonny
and Billy we were so long ago.  I don't mean the sex part, it's just that
we're both different people now.  A lot has happened to us since we were
sneaking off to the haylofts two and three times a day.  We won't rush
things, first of all, I wouldn't want him or anyone thinking it was his new
found money that got me interested in him.  While it's been over eight
years since our time in the haylofts, Jonny has never been far from my
mind, I feel like I've always loved him.  I did back when we were little,
about Joey's age now.  I knew I loved Jonny back then.

My biggest fear for him now is that his ex-wife would hear about the money
and come back and try to get Joey along with monthly checks from Jon.  I
made a mental note to call him early this morning to bring this up with his
attorney.  He needs to file for divorce as soon as possible.  His wife left
them almost four years ago and hasn't returned or called to see her son.
He should get sole custody of Joey and a divorce with no trouble.  He just
needs to do if before she finds out about his money.

It never dawned on me to call to warn him about getting a divorce to keep
the Ex-Wife from trying to get custody of Joey.  I jumped in the SUV and
drove over at 7:30 am.  He heard my truck and came to the door as I was
stepping onto the front porch.  His brow furrowed and he knew something had
agitated me, I was talking as soon as I saw him at the door.

"Jon...you gotta call your attorney and get a abandonment divorce
ASAP. When she hears about the sale of the farm she'll come running back
here for Joey and your money!"

I noticed that he was smiling the whole time I ranted on about it.  Finally
when I ran out of steam and saw that he didn't seem to be very concerned, I
laughed.

"You've already got the divorce haven't you." I mumbled.

Putting his arm across my shoulder the said.

"Come on in, the coffee's ready, Joey's watching Sesame Street."

I sat and Jon put the coffee cup in front of me.

"Thank you Billy, I truly appreciate your concern, I got the divorce after
she had been gone a year.  I couldn't take the chance that some wacko judge
might decide in her favor at a custody hearing.  She can show up now and
she won't get Joey and she won't get any money from me.  Two thirds of it
are going into a Trust Fund for him anyway. When he starts going to school,
I'll be looking for a job, most likely part-time until he's a bit older."

"That's a relief, I had trouble sleeping last night, weird dreams...I got
up at 3:30 am and sat on the front porch and watched the sunrise.  I used
my IPad to Google North Carolina Divorce Laws and realized that you needed
to get a divorce as soon as you could."

"You were always looking out for me when we were kids, too bad you weren't
here to save me from getting married to that Witch...then again, I wouldn't
have Joey if I hadn't married her.  It's good to know you're still watching
out for me Billy."

"So you're not going to have any legal trouble out of Joey's mother, you'll
be free to do whatever you want when you close on the farm sale."

"Yes, I'll be free...doing what I really want may not be in the cards for
me, only time will tell about that."

I started to ask questions about that but the look in his eyes stopped
me. There was a look of longing for what he knew would never be, a sadness,
realizing that he would never have his heart's desire. I wondered if I was
part of the reason for his sadness, I was at a loss for words right
then. He dropped his eyes and focused on the coffee cup in front of him, he
looked as though he might cry.

We were saved by Joey running into the kitchen, telling his dad about what
he had seen on TV.  In mid sentence he stopped and looked to me.

"Oh...hi, Mr. Billy"

Joey finished the sentence he had started, then he was off running
again. At the sound of Joey's bare feet running on the hardwood floors, I
saw Jonny's smile, lightening his whole mood.  He had turned his entire
attention to his son, listening and talking with Joey about what Joey saw
on Sesame Street.  Almost as soon as he ran in, he was gone again, Jonny
was smiling from ear to ear and shaking his head.

"Every time I get to feeling down, or lonesome for adult company, in comes
Joey to cheer me up.  I haven't the words to express what that little kid
means to me.  In many ways, he's saved my life. He's my purpose, the most
important thing that I will ever do is raising my son to be a man.
Everything else in my life comes second to him, and that is a large part of
my problem.  No one I could be with as a mate or partner will ever be
willing to be second in my affections.  It will be 12 to 15 years before I
can ever think about finding someone to love."

"No Jon...you just need someone that will love Joey like you do. Trust
me...it'll happen for you, just wait and see."

Jonny is an attractive man, he's a bit over six feet tall, on the slight
side at around 155 pounds, chestnut brown hair, eyes that are nearly
emerald green, quite startling when you look at them for the first time, a
straight handsome nose, a squared off chin and high cheek bones, thick
heavy curls at the neck of his tee shirt and on his forearms. In my eyes,
he's better looking than most of the models we see in magazines and on
TV. He's smart too, with a degree in Computer Science from UNC-Wilmington,
he worked with a software firm until recently when that company moved to
Texas.

I drained my cup and stood, telling him I had to get back for Breakfast and
start on the repairs and cleanup I came here to help Dad do around the
farm.

"Billy, if your Mom would watch after Joey, I can come and help out, that
way your Dad can supervise while we do the grunt work. I need to do
something, this just sitting here gives me too much time to think.  I need
to do some sort of physical labor to keeping me from thinking too much. I
took out my phone and called home, Mom answered and I asked her if it would
be okay to bring Joey and Jonny home with me explaining that Jonny and I
would do the work and let Dad boss us about if she would look after Joey.

She was elated and said to bring them on.  Jonny called Joey and we were on
our way in five minutes.  While we were getting the new tools ready to use;
Joey came up to his Dad and told him he had to ask him something important,
Jonny knelt beside him and Joey whispered something to his Dad.  Smiling
Jon stood and told Joey that it would be okay this time but he shouldn't
expect this every time he came to visit Mr. and Mrs. Cannon.

I looked at Jon with a questioning expression I suppose because he had just
laughed and said that Joey wanted permission to have more of my Mom's
Banana Pudding.

"You'll have to watch her Jonny, she'll spoil him rotten."

"I wish My Mom was here to spoil him." Jon said softly and with a little
catch in his voice.

We took the new chain saw out to the fallen tree near the barn and we soon
had a huge stack of wood that now needed splitting to use as firewood.
Once the dead tree was cleared away we re-strung the wire fencing between
the fence posts and now Mom's garden patch was closed off to the cattle and
other large critters. We moved on to the barn to work on the door that
wouldn't open and found that it had just come off its track, Jonny and I
lifted it back into position in no time.  Next on the list was the wobbly
back porch steps, we found a lot of rotting wood there and we just made a
completely new set of steps with a handrail on each side.

When we finished it was nearing 10:00 am and Mom had fresh coffee and
Banana Pudding ready for us when we came in.  Joey was climbing all over
Jon, telling him all about the things he and my Mom had done. She had gone
to the attic and pulled out some of my old toys.  Joey was telling us about
a train and he grabbed my finger and started leading me to the living room
where they had set up my old Lionel Model freight train.  I got down on the
floor with Joey while he explained how it all worked for me.  Jonny started
to say it had been my train and I motioned for him to let Joey go on
telling me about everything.

Mom asked if I would go into town for her grocery shopping, saying she
wanted to spend all the time she could with little Joey.  I asked Jonny if
he wanted to come along and he agreed, telling Joey where and why we were
going, that he should be a good boy and mind Mrs. Cannon.  Dad was napping
in his chair as we drove off.  I suddenly realized that for the first time
in many years, Jonny and I were alone.  I think Jon realized it too for he
said we needed to drop by his place for a minute so he could get his
shopping list.

At his place he said Come on in and I followed him.  Once inside and the
door shut, Jon backed me up to the door and leaned in and kissed me. Once
the initial shock was over I opened my mouth and our tongues wrestled,
bringing us both to a fever pitch.  We never broke from the kiss as Jon
backed his way from the front room to his bedroom at the back of the house.
Once we were in his room, we broke apart to pull off tee shirts and undo
each others pants. We stood there kissing, each of us naked down to our
ankles where the pants and shorts were bunched up at our shoes.

Kicking our jeans free we lay on the bed, finally taking time to breathe.

"Oh Billy, you've no idea how many times I've dreamed of us doing this
again, but as men this time.  We're not kids any more.  I need you Billy,
It's been more than five years since I was with a man and that time it was
not a good experience.  Oh God Billy, please hold me, sometimes I think
I'll go crazy if I can't find someone to hold me, to feel a man's arms
around me.  You feel so good against me.  Hey! Oh Wow! you've got a
bitchin' body Billy Cannon, muscles everywhere."

Jon took my erect cock in his hand he smiled up to me and said...but this
is the only muscle I remember though."

Jonny bent over, swallowed my cock to the root causing both of us to groan
loudly.  Remembering how we were long ago, I thought then that us having
sex was the most exciting thing I had ever done.  Buy lying here now,
sharing our first kisses, naked from head to toes I knew that nothing could
match the excitement I feel now with a grown Jonny Baker making love to me
after all the years apart.

"You're not the only one who's dreamed of us like this Jonny.  Now, before
you make me cum, I want you to kiss me some more, then I want you to fuck
me Jonny, I want you inside me again, I want to feel your semen filling my
rectum.  Fuck me Jon, fuck me, fuck your Billy!"

Seeing his handsome face loom above me as he placed his beautiful, hard
cock at my opening, sent chills across my body.  It was exactly as I had
dreamed last night, Jonny inside me, bringing me a special sexual pleasure
that I haven't felt in years.  We're connected, Jonny and I, there's an
emotional connection as well as mutual our desire for each other.

As I felt his corona nudging against my sphincter, I pulled his face to my
lips for another kiss.  Our mutual passion was immediate and almost frantic
as we thrust against each other and then suddenly he was inside me.  I
pulled at the back of his thighs with my hands and my ankles, wanting all
of him inside me. When he ground in a circle against my pelvis I sighed
feeling all the old familiar sensations of Jonny filling me, of how I had
loved him then, it all flashed before my eyes.  When I opened my eyes and
looked at him now, the grown handsome man he's become, I felt a flutter in
my gut.  I'm falling for Jonny all over again.

I felt something wet drop on my chest, when I looked up he had tears
streaking his cheeks.

"Jonny! What's wrong...Jonny?"

"Nothing is wrong Billy, everything is right again.  I've missed you so
Billy, I'm so happy that you're here, that we're connected again, being
inside you again is like coming home, it's where I belong.  I've never
loved anyone like I love you Billy."

I know...but Jonny...we can talk after...let's enjoy this now...but I
agree, your fat cock does belong in my butt.  Jeezus you feel so good in
me, fuck me Jon...fuck me hard, make us cum together again...kiss
me...ohmigod... Jonny!  He settled into his rhythm, long deliciously slow
strokes deep into my anal canal then grinding hard against my pelvis.  With
a slight change in his knee position he was stroking my prostate with every
thrust, making me groan and pump semen onto my abdomen with every stroke of
his cock inside me.

Before either of us wanted it, our orgasm was upon us.  My body tensed, my
legs straight out behind his pumping butt. I saw his face twist in orgasmic
pleasure as I felt him filling me with his hot semen. I saw stars, heard
angels singing, bells, whistles and fireworks all going off inside my head.
Jon collapsed atop me and I wrapped my arms about him, kissing his neck,
hugging him tightly to me.  After a short nap we cleaned up and started out
to the market.  At the front door we stopped and hugged each other, and
shared a nice, romantic kiss. Not the fuck me right now kisses of earlier,
these were unmistakably 'I love you kisses.'

The next day, Dad and I did some general cleanup around the place, fence
rows, some touch up painting on the house, Mom weeded her front flower beds
and moved out to the garden for more weeding. She called us in for lunch at
12:30, she had fried pork chops, like only she can cook, mashed potatoes,
green beans, biscuits, cornbread, and sweet tea.  She had made a chocolate
meringue pie too.

It was after 2:00 when I got back to work, leaving Dad asleep in his chair
on the porch.  Sometime around 3:00 pm Mom brought me a pail of ice water
and an old aluminum dipper.  I drank my fill and she sat on an upturned log
for a seat while ested from splitting logs for firewood.

"I sure have enjoyed you being home son...and that little Joey of Jonny's
is so adorable.  It's good seeing you and Jonny together again too. You
could do a lot worse than Jonny you know."

"MOM! Your matchmaking again!"

"You know perfectly well that I'm right Billy Cannon.  Your Dad and I would
like to see you settled and happy, that's all we really want, for you to be
happy, Son.  I've seen the way you boys look at each other, it was the same
back when you were kids, When you and Jonny are together you both light up
from the inside.  Yes sir, Billy Cannon, you could do a lot worse than
Jonny Baker."

"You ready to start with a 6 year old grandson Mom?"

Laughing so hard that she had to hold her side. Mom managed to say...

"I'd walk over there and bring them back right this minute if I could. You
and Jonny need to be together Billy, I can see it...why can't you?"

"It's complicated Mama, we've changed, we've grown up and grown apart. It
takes time to bring our two lives back together again."

"POPPYCOCK" I see how he's mooning over you...do you love him like he loves
you Billy?.

"I think I do Mama, I think I really do."

"Put your shirt on and go tell him then, we're having white beans with ham
hocks for dinner, bring Jonny and Joey after you've told him how you
feel. We're proud of you Son, and we love you.  It's time you settled down,
go get your new family, Billy.  Go on! GO!"

I bent over and kissed her cheek. "I love you Mama.  Wish me luck."

God love her, she can see right through me.  She's right, I know that Jonny
and I should be together, I sure hope he agrees.

When I drove into Jonny's yard Joey was playing on the rope swing over a
sand pit.

When I got out of the SUV he came running up to me.

"Hi Mr. Billy."

"Hey there Joey, where's your Dad."

"He's in the house, he's not feeling too good.  He get's lonesome he says.
I think he needs a grown up, besides having a little kid like me.  I don't
like to see Dad so sad, will you make him happy for me Mr. Bill? Please."

"I'll need you to help me Joey, okay?"

"What I gotta do Mr. Billy"

"We're gonna double team him, Joey.  You tickle his feet and I'll tickle
his ribs.  That ought to get him laughing.  I'm gonna sneak in the back
door, real quiet and you come in the front door real quiet...when you see
me raise my hands and wiggle my fingers like I'm tickling, that's our
signal to jump him and tickle him till he laughs and gives in to us."

Joey is already giggling.  I stop and listen to him. A giggling, laughing
child just might be the best sound in the whole world.  I held my finger to
my lips signaling Joey to be quiet while we got into our positions.  Joey
was on his hands and knees heading straight for his Dad.  When he saw me
wiggle my fingers he giggled again and Jonny looked up to see him untying
his shoes.

"What ya doin' Joey?"

"We're gonna make you Happy Dad!"

Before Jon could move I dug my fingers into his ribs and tickled him like
mad.  He's always been very ticklish and he was yelling and laughing in a
second.  Joey was having more fun than any of us.  He laughed so hard and
so long we finally had to quit.  No one laughs like a kid does.  We all
ended up on the sofa, me on my back leaning into the corner, my arms around
Jon in front of me and Joey laying on his Dad's stomach, his head propped
up on an elbow.  He looked at his Dad.

"I know I'm not 'sposed to tickle ya like that Dad...but we just had to do
something to make you happy again."

"Well Joey, you and Billy did a great job.  I had a real good laugh.  Now
what if we tickle you!"

Joey squealed and was gone in a flash.  I laughed and Jonny just snuggled
more into my arms.

"We need to have us a serious talk Jonny, and soon." I said tightening my
arms around him.

"Stay for dinner, Billy, Joey goes to bed at 8:00, we can talk then."

We lay there me holding him to me, the way we were a few minutes ago, the
three of us laughing, Joey and me tickling his Dad.  I knew that's what I
want, it's what my heart yearns for.  I just hope we can work it all
out. We gotta, Jonny and I belong together, My Mom said so!

I called home and told Mom to go easy on the pork chops, I'd be eating here
with Jonny and Joey tonight.  Jonny fixed a great dinner, we had battered
and fried cubed steaks, white gravy, steamed broccoli and boiled whole red
potatoes and biscuits.  I was amazed to see little Joey clean his plate.
Even the broccoli, he ate every bite.  I bragged about him to his Dad
saying that I hadn't ever seen a kid his age eat broccoli and like it.
Joey finished his milk and asked to be excused, We heard him turning on the
taps in the bathroom and Jon smiled and said he was washing up after his
meal and getting ready for bed.

We made small talk until we heard Joey call out.

"I'm ready Dad!"

I followed Jonny to Joey's room and stood in the doorway as Jonny tucked
him in.

"Joey looked up to me and said..."

"Dad's gonna tell us a story Mr. Bill."

I nodded my head, yes...too moved at the sight of Jonny and Joey to trust
my voice.

I sure hope that Jonny will be receptive to what I have to ask him. I think
he will, but working it all out may be the hardest part.

Jonny was only on the third page of the story about Thomas, the train
engine when Joey was fast asleep.  Jonny gently got off the bed and turned
when he was beside me to look back at his Son. We both stood in the doorway
and I put my arm around Jon's waist and pulled him close, I nuzzled then
kissed his neck.

"Watching you with Joey only makes me love you more Jonny...come, let's
talk a minute, I've something to ask you."

Jon had been leaning against me as we watched little Joey sleep. He
straightened and we went to the living room and sat on the sofa. Jon was
looking sad again and looking at the floor.

I put a finger under his chin and raised his head so I could see his eyes.

"Jonny...uh...is there any way...that you and Joey can make room in your
life for me.  I want to be with you Jonny, us together as partners and
lovers.  I've loved you since we were kids Joey's age.  I want us to be
together Jonny...we need each other."

I saw his shoulders begin to shake and realized that he was sobbing, tears
were streaming down his cheeks but when he raised his head to look at me he
wore a huge smile and nodded yes at first then when he was able to speak he
said yes.

"You're my dreams come true Billy, you're the love of my life, and always
have been. We'll work it out, Joey really likes you and I can tell just by
watching you with him that you already are under his spell. Yes Billy
Cannon, a million times yes, I love you like no other.  We're gonna be so
good together."

"I have to tell you that me coming over here today was because of my
Mom. She gave me a good talking to, and ended up telling me to come over
here and get you and Joey and bring you home with me.  She kept
saying...Billy...you could do a lot worse than Jonny Baker, go tell him how
your feel."

"So here I am. When Dad's place sells they want to be in Florida or maybe
Gulf Shores. I'd like us to be near them it possible. They both dote on
Joey and at their ages I think I need to be around them more often.  I feel
really bad about not visiting with them as much as I should have.  What are
your thoughts, about where we live?"

"Near your parents would be perfect.  Joey will have grandparents and I'll
have the love of my life beside me.  I do love you Billy, so very much. We
can lock my bedroom door if you want to spend the night."

I pulled out my phone again and called Mom.

"He said yes Mama...we'll be there for breakfast...the three of us. I'm
staying here tonight."

As we said goodbye, I heard her yelling for Dad. She's probably jumping up
and down thinking about Joey right now. Joey was excited about going to
Mrs. Cannon's for breakfast, I think that maybe all of us were excited.

I give thanks constantly for my wonderful parents. They have always been
adaptable.  Years ago when I told them about being gay, it didn't phase my
Mom one bit.  My Dad wasn't so sure for a couple of days, then he came to
me and we went for a walk around the farm.  He told me that he didn't know
much at all about being homosexual so he went to talk to his Pastor at
Trinity UMC.  After talking with his Pastor, Dad came to me and told me
about his concern and that he had sought help because he knew so little
about homosexual persons.

"After talking with my Pastor I feel much better now Son.  I know it wasn't
your choice to be homosexual and I know it doesn't matter so much who you
love as it matters how you love.  You've been raised as best we could, and
you're a fine young man.  I love you Billy and I'm proud of the man you
are.  You are and always will be, my Son, who I love better than life
itself."

When I hugged him to me and thanked him, I was crying tears of happiness
and joy.  He pushed me back...sniffling too, like me.

"No sense gettin' all worked up about it.  We'll plow the row the Lord has
picked out for us.  Now, no more wastin' time with this nonsense. Now go
find your Mama and help her out with her garden."

That was it for my parents. No big deal.  We'll just plow the row He's
picked out for us.

So simple and so loving. How we all wish our world could be like that.

So, Joey, Jonny and I arrived for breakfast and Mom had gone all out. She
had Virginia Country Ham, Red Eye Gravy, Grits, Cat Head biscuits,
scrambled eggs and fried Granny Smith apples with coffee.  She even washed
Joey's ham after it was cooked to cut back on the salty taste for him.
Joey did do serious damage to the scrambled eggs, biscuits and red eye
gravy though. He ate the apples after everything else like a dessert.

Yesterday Dad gave me all the info I needed to call the Agent that bought
Jonny's farm and he was overjoyed to hear Dad was ready to sell. He said
he'd come to look the place over this afternoon.

Dad watched his morning news shows and listened to the Farm Report on the
radio while Mom and Joey cleaned the dishes and picked the ripe vegetables
from the garden for lunch and supper.  Jonny and I were walking around the
farm, talking and we had stopped in front of the barn lost deep in our
conversation about Florida or Gulf shores, how Joey would take to me being
in the house and on and on with endless questions and ideas.

When we stopped to catch our breath I looked up to the hay loft. When I
looked back to Jonny, his smile told it all just before he broke into a run
to the barn, I was close on his heels.  I finally caught him and we fell
into the smaller mound of wheat straw Dad used for stall bedding back when
he had a horse, now it mostly went into the laying hen's nest and for mulch
in Mom's vegetable garden.

We were locked in a wonderful kiss, both ecstatic at the prospect of being
together finally, for good.  Jonny was tugging at my belt, then my
jeans. When the jeans were pulled past my hard cock, it sprang out and
bobbed up and down a time or two while Jonny tried to capture it with his
mouth, no hands. I pulled at him and got us into a '69 position and we
reveled in each other, the joy and memories of doing this so long ago right
here in this barn and knowing we'd be together now made it all the sweeter.

We both knew when to stop the '69 before our orgasms were imminent. Pushing
my legs up and onto my chest Jonny did a dive into my butt with his tongue,
making me squirm about and push back against him.

Once he had me well lubed, his cock slid home like we had always done
this. We kissed, and cooed to each other, whispering I love you and how
good we felt, how much I love Jonny pounding his fat cock into my butt.  I
felt an absolute joy having Jonny inside me.  Just knowing that fate had
returned my first love to me filled me with awe at the power of two kindred
souls making love.  At times my emotions got the better of me and I'd be
laughing and crying at the same moment.  My heart and mind are so filled
with love for him and from him I fear I may burst sometimes.

Once again, we didn't pace ourselves, it was over way too soon, our only
consolation being that we could do it again in just a few hours.  We went
out the back of the barn a good ways and walked over to a lane used for the
tractor to make it look like we had been walking about all the time.

Dad told me that the pond over by the Oak trees out back of the barn had
some Bream, Bluegill and Catfish in it, so we dug up some worms around the
cattle water trough and took Joey fishing for the first time.  Joey was
excited. I baited his hook for him while Jonny went to the other side of
the pond to fish and let Joey and I have some time together.  I set the red
& white float bobber on his line and he swung his line out and the bobber
went underwater fast and stayed down I helped him hold the pole and we
swung it up and around to the bank. Joey's eyes got big when he saw the
pretty Bluegill flopping on the bank.

"Why is it flopping about like that Billy?"

"Fish live in the water, he can't swim out here."

"Put it back!  Put it back so he can swim...hurry, Billy, put it back
before his Dad comes looking for him."

We let the Bluegill go and Joey said he didn't like fishin' much if the
fish had to die cause they couldn't swim in the air.  A grown man sometimes
has a hard time dealing with the logic of a five year old.  We wouldn't go
fishing again in Daddy Cannon's pond.

Having heard Joey's worries about the Bluegill, Jonny quietly let the three
he had caught go back into the pond. Then he came over to where we were and
we started back toward the house.  When we passed Mom's garden I saw that
there were peaches and apples on the trees. We showed the trees to Joey and
he said he'd already eaten a peach and an apple from Mama Cannon's trees.
Privately, I'm hoping for a Peach Cobbler tonight.

For lunch there was leftover ham, fried apples and a few biscuits. Mom has
sliced up some tomatoes, made a cabbage slaw with water, vinegar and sugar
dressing, fried pork chops, creamed corn and cornbread with sweet tea. Even
Mom was amazed at the way Joey eats anything put in front of him.

After lunch Jonny and I went into town to find a place with free WiFi so I
could do some research on both Florida and Gulf Shores properties. Jonny
had offered his place where he has internet access but we both knew we
wouldn't get anything done but making love again. We decided we'd stop
there on the way back to Mom and Dad's.  I was wondering about Jonny so I
asked the question.

"Jon...when was the last time you bottomed? I been thinking I might need to
top you soon."

"You are the only guy that's ever been inside me Billy, we were 18 that
summer it was just after your first year of college.  We both tried it, and
we both decided that we liked my cock up your butt best.  We'll try it, you
know I'll try to do anything you want, always. W e'll just have to get me
loosened up good.  I remember how good your cock felt in me, there was a
time not so long ago that those memories of us as kids, and the hope that
we'd find each other again is all that kept me sane.  I've mourned for you
since you went away after college.  Now you're back and we're together, the
three of us will be a family.  You and Joey are all I'll ever need."

"The same goes for me Jonny, I've loved you all my life and I'll go to my
grave loving you.  What was that you said you needed to stop by your place
for?"

He looked over with a questioning look. I sort of gave him a leering look
and wiggled my eyebrows and gradually a huge grin spread across his
handsome face.

'Oh yeah....I might have left the TV on, we need to go check that out,
okay."

"YES SIR!"

In less than a mile, I turned onto the drive to Jonny's place.  He never
knew when I turned because he had his head in my lap nursing on my leaking
cock. When I stopped the SUV we were tearing off our clothes as we ran into
the house. His shirt slipped over his shoulders and fell to the floor as we
embraced, bare chest to bare chest.  Tongues battling to get deeper into
the throat of the other.

Jonny tore at the buttons of my 501's and once the top one was undone, one
small tug and the fly opened like magic.  Jonny went to his knees pulling
my jeans down as he lowered himself. He lay his cheek against my lower
belly and pulled me tightly to him with his arms around my butt.  I heard
him breathe in deeply.

"Dear God I love your scent, Billy, I'd know you if I was blindfolded in a
room full of naked men, just by sniffing at your crotch.  It's my favorite
aroma in the whole world.  It's screams...Billy."

He pulled my rigid cock to his lips, looked to my eyes and...

"Let me worship you Billy." He took my cock into his throat to my balls.

I had a hard time keeping my hands off him and we wound up in a 69 on the
bed.  All the time I was sucking his cock I was playing with his ass too, I
had lubed my fingers and I was probing his tight little but to the point
that he couldn't keep his attention on sucking my cock. When I tweaked his
prostate, a few times he was begging me to stick my cock in him.  I managed
to get my hands on each cheek and my mouth was in position to eat his cute
little butt which I did with gusto.  Jonny was all over the bed, I had to
chase him with my tongue to stick it up his sweet little hole.

Finally I gave in and turned him to his back and raised his legs.  My cock
bobbed and throbbed at his rosebud, leaking pre cum there giving me more
lubrication.  When he pulled on my thighs, I slowly slid into his heat.  So
fantastic, the nerves just under my piss slit were going crazy with wild
sensations in his steaming hot, velvet like tunnel.  Taking care not to
injure him I moved slowly enjoying each little bit as I moved inside him.
When I was about halfway inside him, he pulled me deep in one swift move
with his ankles locked behind my ass.

"Sweet Jeezus Billy, fuck me baby, I love you so much...I thought we were
lost, that there would never be Jonny and Billy again...ung!  Yes fuck me
Billy, love me baby, fuckme, love me, fuck me, love me...you're home, your
mine...my sweet Billy."

"It's good babe, we're together to stay, nothing anywhere is as important
for me as you and Joey.  Jeez baby, you sure do feel good, you haven't
forgotten a thing.  Ride my cock Jonny, we're gonna bust a big nut here,
OHHH! Jonny, Yea, oh fuck yeah...Jonny fuck my cock with your sweet
ass. OHMIGOD!  JONNY!"

I saw his eyes roll back, he's gone...nothing exists for him now but my
cock in his ass.  His job is to see how good he can make us feel when we
reach our orgasm.  He's on automatic, his hips thrust up to meet my cock at
the deepest penetration, each time he thrusts a tiny bit harder, hoping to
get a little deeper down to that itch we're scratching like crazy.  I've
had some epic nuts over the years but nothing ever came close to
this. We've both lost control, we're just slaves to the fuck right now, we
couldn't stop if we wanted to and we sure as hell DON'T WANT TO STOP! This
is ecstasy!

We're both drenched in sweat and the funk of men fucking.  I felt the
tingle in my testicles, it's starting, we're nearly there...

"C'mon Jonny, we're gonna cum, it's been a long while since you shot your
load with a hard cock pumping in your sweet little butt.  C'mon, fuck the
cum out of me Jonny!

C'Mon...now...it's time Jonny...it's time...aaarrrggghhh!  JONNEEE! Sweet
Jonny, oh babe...sweet baby...God how I love you, my Jonny, mine...."

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We found some great looking properties and I took down all the pertinent
information and we decided that we should bring my folks over to Jonny's
place to look at the properties online.  We tentatively settled on a track
of 25 acres in Elberta, Alabama, 16 miles north of Gulf Shores, Alabama,
for $125,000. We could by the whole 25 acres together and put our houses a
decent walk away from each other so that we would all have some privacy,
but close enough for Joey to bike over and back easily.  We were far enough
away from the coast that we had actual soil, sandy but it would grow food.

Things started happening fast after the Real Estate agent visited Mom and
Dad's farm.  I was Dad's adviser, but he would negotiate his own deal.  I
had made up my mind that he should take no less that $980,000 which came
too $21, 777 per acre. Dad loved to haggle price over just about everything
he bought or sold.  He sold his 45 acres on Jabbertown Road for $1,000,000
dollars!  Guess I know now where I get my real estate prowess from.  Jeeze,
a million bucks!

We made plans for Dad, Jonny and myself to fly down and see the property,
and Mom stayed home with Joey.  We all agreed that it was a good deal and
finalized the purchase when the sale of the farm was closed.  We all lived
in two adjacent apartments while both houses were being built and Mom and
Dad hated every minute of apartment living. But they were in love with the
new house when it was finished.

Mom and Dad built a modest two story, four bedroom home with a 10 foot
wide, roofed porch on all four sides of the house.  They positioned the
house to save three big hardwood trees that shade the house. Their place
looked like a farmhouse that had been there for ages, The porch provided
shade anytime of day and they had great, comfortable rocking chairs on all
sides of the house.  Dad had a Dowser come and found a place for a well and
located the garden nearby and put soaker hoses in each furrow. Mom planned
her garden and had a vegetable sink and table on the porch near the kitchen
door. She looked out her kitchen window to the garden.

Jonny and I built a more elaborate place than the folks, we had a huge,
fancy tricked out kitchen, four bedrooms, each with its own bath, a Jacuzzi
style tubs in the Master bedroom and a second bedroom, a den, dining room,
great room, a small receiving parlor, the same style wide porch surrounds
our house like the folks place, a four car garage with storage shed and a
20' x 40' in-ground swimming pool with a cabana and lots of umbrellas and
chaise lounge chairs.

After we had settled in, I bought a couple of houses and flipped them after
a bit of renovating, for enough profit to do it again.  Jonny started his
own online website selling new and refurbished computers and Laptops.  Joey
rode the bus to and from school (he's in the first grade.) The fourth house
I bought to renovate and sell was a real stretch financially, it was an
Gulf Front property with a terrific view and I made a ton of money on the
resale.

After my first Waterfront project I began to seek them out when I realized
the huge profits that were there to be made when I could find a bank
foreclosure property for sale.  By the time I had bought the third Gulf
Front property I decided that this one would be ours to keep.  Mom and Dad
were getting on in years so I talked them into living with us. When I did
the redo, we added an In-Law suite so that they could have their privacy
and still be with us and Joey could be with them as much as they wanted.

Joey was growing up. By the time we moved into the house on the beach, he
was nearly eight years old and getting tall and thin like his Dad.  He
loved the beach, spending hours and hours there every day.  He met tons of
kids from all over the country there on the beach behind our place.

On all the beach properties I had renovated I added a sleeping porch just
beyond the master bedrooms, It was where Jonny and I preferred to sleep and
to make love.  This house was raised on pilings so that the bedrooms were
almost to the roof level of the houses nearby, giving us the privacy to
sleep nude and to make love there.  Anyone would have to be in a boat at
least a quarter of a mile out, with binoculars to see any activity on our
top floor balcony.  There are four bedrooms and two sofas that convert into
beds when needed.

We were well into our second year when I hit the jackpot, home wise.  I buy
most of my renovation places at auction and I was blown away by the house I
went to bid on down on West Beach Blvd.  I was amazed that there were only
four of us there to bid on the place when the auction started.  I tend to
keep my hands in my pockets and come in at the last when I buy.  Two of the
bidders were going at it in thousand dollar increments, their bidding
started to stall as they got near the $200,000 mark.

I came in with a bud of $210,000 just as the auctioneer was ready to say
sold. We waited but no one else raised my bid and I got the house.  It is
big, 3,200 square feet with a pool and three car garage.  This place can
easily be a $750,000 property, if the

renovation on this new place is carefully planned.  From the first time I
saw the place, I knew that this would be our forever home.  When it was
finished the five of us were overwhelmed by the place.  None of us ever
dreamed of having such a beautiful place to call home.

These days were the best for Jonny and I.  We've always had a hunger for
each other and now that we're together, the hunger is still there along
with a deep and abiding love and respect for each other.  No matter how
much I love them both, I'm forever a bit jealous of Joey and Jonny's
bond. Joey has accepted me mainly because he sees how happy his Dad is
now. When he becomes frightened in bad storms or just apprehensive with a
stranger or new situation.  He runs to whomever is nearest. I can't imagine
that I could love my own child anymore than I do little Joey.

Two months after the fifth anniversary of moving into our 'forever' house,
my Dad passed away in his sleep on a Thursday night.  When Mom didn't come
out for breakfast I went to check on them and found her on the bed holding
him.  When I coaxed her up she turned back to him, kiss his forehead and
said...

"I'll see you soon Honey."

She never cried, she said she was forever thankful that he wasn't ill or
suffering in his last years.

"Be happy for him Billy, he's at peace and waiting for me to come to him."

Six months to the day, she did exactly that.  She too, went to sleep and
never woke up.  Joey is almost 12 years old now, it was hard on him to lose
both of them in a six month period.

The trip I had made back to Southport to help out my Dad because I felt
guilty about not seeing much of them turned out to be the decision that
changed my life for the better.

It's getting close to being six years now since that fateful day I went to
see Jonny and met his boy, Joey.  It won't be much longer before Joey
figures out that his Dad and Billy are not exactly a typical family.  Joey
is a great kid and has lots of friends at school, several of which have two
Moms.  We'll face that hurdle when the time comes and deal with it as the
family we are.

I am forever grateful for having my parents with us for the last years of
their lives, we became friends as well as family and little Joey brought so
much joy into their lives.  They left him a sizable inheritance in their
will to be available when he finishes his college degree or when he reaches
age 25.

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Time passes so quickly when there's a youngster in the house.  Joey will be
14 next week.  We've only 4 more years with him before he's off to college
and then he'll only be a visitor for a few short days at a time for the
rest of our lives.  He is a wonder though, smart, loving, kind and
inquisitive.  Jonny once told me that raising joey to manhood was the most
important thing he would ever do.  He's done a wonderful job, too. Jonny
and I are happy and content. We each have a successful business to run and
employees to take care off, at the end of the day, we come home to a love
for each other that is almost as old as we are.  I'm the luckiest man in
the world...I met my soul mate when I was four years old.

It's another perfect Gulf Coast Saturday morning, Jonny and I are sitting
on the patio having our morning coffee. Joey comes out of the kitchen with
a glass of juice and slouches in a chair at the table with us.  I'm
constantly amazed at how quickly he has grown, he's tall and lanky like his
Dad, but with coal black eyes and a shock of yellow blonde hair and a sun
tanned body with almost white hair on his legs below his shorts.

I noticed that he's darting his eyes back and forth between his Dad and I.

"What's up Joey? You seem a bit nervous...everything okay?" I asked.

He blushed, and sat up, putting his arms on the table and leaning forward
toward us.

"Billy...Dad...uh...jeez...ah...are you guys gay?

The End?

Bill Hudley

billhudley@live.com