Date: Sat, 10 Aug 2013 11:42:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: Henry Brooks <hankster1430@bellsouth.net>
Subject: The Golden Boys - 3

The Golden Boys

Chapter Three

The Patience of Darryl

Darryl held Bob until he stopped crying.

"I think we should get dressed now," Darryl said.  "We'll talk again
later."

"Thank you for being so understanding," Bob said.  "I think I will dress."
He started to his room and then turned around.  "Is there anything special
you would like to do today?  All the stores are having really big holiday
sales."

"There will be big crowds also.  What do you say we just hang out at the
pool here today?"

"Good Idea," Bob answered.

Just then they heard a long wail coming from Rosie's room.  They were not
sure if it was Rosie or John who made the banshee cry, but one of them had
just cum for sure.  That lightened the mood for Bob and Darryl, and they
broke out laughing, as they went to their respective bathrooms.

Darryl didn't want to linger there.  He figured the two lovers would want
to "clean up" soon.  He peed, washed quickly, and headed for his bedroom.
He sat on his bed, and his mind wandered back to last night when he sat
next to Bob, both of them naked, and they masturbated each other.  When Bob
went down on him, he was thrilled, until he learned that Bob had dreamed he
was making love to his dead lover, Ron.  He became instantly hard, thinking
back on that glorious incident.

He grabbed a wad of tissues from the box on his bed stand, and proceeded to
take care of the problem at hand.

Even though he was not ready to have a relationship with Darryl, Bob was
similarly engaged in his bedroom.  His masturbation fantasy concerned
Darryl. Had it been a movie, it would have been rated triple X.  When it
was over, he wiped himself clean, overwhelmed with guilt.  He held his
pillow like it was a body.  He cried, calling the name of his dead lover
over and over.

Later that morning, Darryl found Bob in the kitchen reading the morning
paper and sipping a cup of coffee.  He was as naked as Darryl.  Neither had
dressed as they had intended to do.  Bob looked up and smiled at Darryl.
"I didn't bother to dress if we are going to hang around the house and the
pool all day," he said.  "How about you?"

"I had the same thought."

"I'm an early riser, Darryl said.  "If you are too, our paths will cross
often in the morning.  Since Rosie works a couple of blocks away, I suspect
he'll never get up before we've both gone to work."

"I think you're right," Bob said.  "Do you want something with that?"  he
asked, as Darryl poured himself a cup of coffee.

"No thanks.  I'm still stuffed from last night.  It was a great barbeque by
the way."

"Yes, it was fun wasn't it?"

Darryl sat down at the table and put his hand on Bob's.  Bob did not pull
away.  The men smiled at each other.

Bob spoke first.  "I know you wanted to stay home today, but I just read in
the paper that there's a great gay-themed movie at The Gateway Theater.
Would you like to go?  It got good reviews."

"Can I feel you up in the dark?" Darryl asked smiling.

"Who knows?  Strange things happen in the dark."

"Do we have to ask Rosie and John to go with us?"

"Probably not," Bob grinned.  "I suspect that they may never come out of
the bedroom today, and we'll probably have to get John up tomorrow morning
to go to work.  Lucky Rosie has another few days to bum around."

He was almost correct.  At about 10 AM the lovers emerged from the bedroom.
They each had a cup of coffee, took a short swim in the pool, and returned
to the bedroom until nearly dark.  When they finally did come out, it was
early evening.  They dressed and ate leftovers from yesterday's barbeque.
Joining Bob and Darryl at poolside, Darryl recommended that they go see the
great movie he and Bob had seen that afternoon.  Rosie and John didn't even
realize that the other two had been out of the house.

Earlier that afternoon, in the darkened movie theater, Bob and Darryl did
begin to stroke each other's packages.  Darryl wanted to take his cock out,
but Bob wouldn't let him.  In fact, he made Darryl stop fondling him.  They
sat chastely during the rest of the movie.

After John and Rosie ate their leftovers, John reluctantly went home.  The
three housemates sat on lounge chairs at the pool, sipping cocktails.

"This is so great, isn't it?"  Bob asked.  "I'm so glad I decided to rent
out those rooms and not sell this house."

"It would have been a crime if you did," Darryl said.  Poor Darryl.  He
kept staring at Bob with longing until finally he pretended to be very
tired and went to bed.

As soon as he was gone, Bob turned to Rosie.  "What's going on with you and
John?" he asked.

"I wish I knew.  I have never fallen so head over heels for anyone before,
not even my ex.  The wonderful thing is I think that John feels the same
way about me.  We're acting like a couple of teen agers finding out that
our pricks are good for more than peeing."  He started to laugh and Bob
began to laugh also.

"Will I be losing you as a tenant?" Bob asked.  "I'll never find someone
else as compatible as we three are."

"I don't think so.  John finds his tiny apartment claustrophobic.  I can't
understand why he didn't say anything to you when he found out you were
renting.  He'd love to live in a house again, especially one as big as this
one."

"Hey, man," Bob interrupted.  "It sounds like you two have discussed
something I should know about."

"As a matter of fact we have," Rosie said sheepishly.  "It's really way too
early to discuss the matter, but we were wondering how you would feel about
John moving in with me?  We would pay extra rent, of course, and we would
split the food bill four ways."

"Do you have any idea when that will be?"

"I haven't got the foggiest.  I don't even know if it will ever happen."

"Then I have a better idea," Bob said.  "I had no idea that John was so
miserable in his apartment.  I wonder how he would feel about moving into
the fourth bedroom here.  Then you and he can fuck your brains out, or not.
If you agree to become a couple after a period of time, John can move into
your bedroom, and we'll have a guest room again."

"All we can do is to ask him about it tomorrow."  Rosie was grinning from
ear to ear.

Both their cell phones were lying on a table between the two lounge chairs
they were occupying.  Rosie's phone suddenly rang shrilly.  He grabbed it;
it was John.

"Watchya doing?" Rosie asked.

"I'm lying here, stroking myself and dreaming of you."

"Watch your tongue old man.  Bob can hear every word you're saying.  In
fact, I'm going to turn the phone over to him.  He has a proposition for
you."

**********

John moved into the fourth bedroom three weeks later.  He had to pay his
landlord a premium to break his lease.  He would have given a couple of
toes to move into his best friend's house, and to be across the hall from
Rosie.

Bob hardly noticed the difference caused by the increase in population, but
now Darryl, Rosie and John had to share a bathroom.  They all had different
work schedules, so they quickly prepared a bathroom roster with very little
inconvenience to anyone.  Nobody was shy, and sometimes one of them would
be shaving or brushing his teeth while another was showering.

The addition of John to the embryo family was hardest on Darryl.  Often
while he and Bob were sitting around just chatting, they would hear Rosie
and John going at it.  Not only were they loud lovers, but they were very
talkative as well.  It was routine to hear stuff yelled out like, "Fuck me,
cunt, fuck me harder."

Bob and Darryl would giggle, but down deep Darryl was in agony.  He loved
Bob more and more every day, but Bob remained adamant about needing more
time.  He wouldn't even mutually whack off with Darryl as they had done in
a weak moment after the barbeque.

The tension for Darryl was destroying him.  He decided to spend less time
at home.  One night he left the other three, and went to a local gay bar.
He had not been there since he had moved into Bob's house.  Someone came on
to him, and Darryl flirted back.

Within a half hour they were leaning up against each other and feeling
themselves up.  Darryl was disturbed when the man told him that his name
was Robert and everybody called him Bob.  It almost turned him off, but
this Bob was fondling him, and he was getting aroused.  He decided to name
him Number Two,

"I have a confession to make," Bob-two said.  "I'm married and I don't have
a place to go.  Can I go home with you."

"Sure you can."

Darryl then explained his living arrangement with his three housemates.
"We can go to my bedroom and listen to John and Rosie fucking their brains
out.  The walls are paper-thin.  Then we can make a lot of noise, and turn
the tables on them."

"Won't the other guy be upset by all the love noises?"

"Nah...he's still in mourning for his late partner, and he says he'll never
love again.  His name is Bob, by the way."

"Poor guy.  I feel sorry for him."

Darryl and Bob-two went home, and Darryl introduced his trick to the
others.  Rosie and John were delighted, but Darryl could not read any
emotion in Bob-one's face.

Bob-two could not stay too late.  He had to get home to his wife.  At least
his kids were all grown and out of the house.  Darryl grabbed his hand and
hustled him into his bedroom.  For the next two hours he made as much noise
as he could.  When finally Bob-two was ready to leave, they went out to the
living room to say goodnight. The room was empty.

When Darryl had come home with his trick, Bob-one was devastated.  He went
to his room, and so Rosie and John went to John's room.  It was on the
other side of the house from Darryl, Bob and Rosie.  They began to make
noisy, passionate love.  Even though it was the most distant bedroom from
his, poor Bob-one had to cover his ears.

Darryl drove Bob-two back to his car, which was parked at the bar.  The two
men exchanged telephone numbers and email addresses, but neither ever made
any attempt to contact the other again.

Darryl and Bob lay in their separate beds in agony.  Bob had asked Darryl
to be patient, without telling him for how long.  He realized now that he
was being totally unfair.  It was becoming obvious to him that he had to
shit or get off the pot, but he did not know which path was right for him.

Darryl had agreed to be patient, but as much as he cared for, and longed
for Bob's love, his patience was growing very thin.  He knew that to
preserve his sanity, he had to force either Bob to make a decision, or he
had to move out.  He shuddered at the thought.  Suddenly he resolved that
it was now or never.  He jumped out of bed and headed for Bob's room.  Just
as he got there, Bob's door flew open.

The naked men stared at each other for a moment.  Bob began to sob.  He
grabbed Darryl in a bear hug.  "I love you," he stuttered.  "Please don't
ever leave me.  I couldn't survive another loss."

Darryl began to kiss Bob.  "I love you too.  I beg you not to put me off
any longer.  Make love with me.  I pledge myself to you, and promise to
make you the happiest man in the world."

"Yes, yes, come into my room."

They didn't bother to shut the door behind them, but fell immediately on
Bob's bed, twisting into a sixty-nine position.  At the first touch of
Darryl's tongue on his cock, Bob felt himself cumming, as did Darryl.  Both
of them came fast, too fast.  Anal sex would have to wait until next time.
They untwisted, and fell asleep holding onto each other for dear life.

To be continued...