Date: Fri, 8 Feb 2013 22:51:43 -0500
From: Bill Hudley <billhudley@live.com>
Subject: WELCOME HOME

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Written by Bill Hudley

WELCOME HOME

His friends, neighbors and colleagues are gone and now I stand here alone,
staring down at the freshly dug earth that had been heaped upon my Father's
grave. I didn't see his grave at all, I saw my dad and I playing catch in
the backyard when I was around six or seven. I saw him building my tree
house, with my help of course. When he wasn't working he took me everywhere
with him. To the hardware store, lumber yard, even to the campus where he
teaches to pick up something he had forgotten.

He always introduced me to anyone we met.  I grew up with a natural
confidence and very few inhibitions, which is why he took care to see that
I met people and that I was at ease meeting strangers as well as friends.
I am certain it was all part of his teaching me how to become a successful
man. Dad always made sure I was with him when he was doing projects,
teaching me how to repair things, letting me drive nails and saw lumber.
When I was ten he let me start using his good tools and by age fourteen I
was proficient with his power tools.

I guess he was always using his teaching voice with me. I remember
listening to his deep baritone voice that gave me so much comfort, even
just a few weeks ago when we were on the phone I remember thinking how his
voice had always enthralled me. I loved listening to him talk. I can
remember falling asleep with him reading to me, hearing him and Mom talk in
the next room while I tried to get to sleep, He was a great Dad, my
greatest regret is not coming back to visit more often after the auto
accident that took my Mom.

My Dad was only 55 when his heart gave out, a neighbors found him slumped
in his chair, the TV on, and George, his Basset Hound curled at his feet.
Now at 31, I had no family left. I truly felt lost as I walked into his/our
house after the visitation at the Funeral Home. Nearly five hundred had
signed the register at today. Most all of them former students from his
History classes at the College and members of his Church.

I had been in a fog since getting the call at my job in Chicago. I flew
into Nashville and rented a car to drive the 45 or so miles to home in in
Clarkesville. I went directly to the funeral home and finalized the
arrangements. I had already spoken with his attorney that held his will and
knew what his wishes were for his service and interment.  The visitation
was scheduled to start at seven this evening so I rushed home to clean up
and change.  I was surprised that George, his Basset Hound was not there, I
wondered who would have him.  I took my bags to my old room, undressed and
hit the shower letting the heat soothe away some of the stress I felt.  In
less than an hour I was back at the Funeral home and ready to receive the
folks coming to pay their last respect to my Dad.

I felt rushes of warmth at seeing friends and classmates from long ago as
well as our neighbors on his street. I had just finished talking with one
of Dad's fellow professors when I excused myself to get a drink and go to
the restroom. When I finished and came out of the restroom, the first
person I saw was Ben Barton, my childhood best friend and near constant
companion.  I felt like I had been punched in the gut at just seeing him.
Ben was the only person other than my family that I truly loved.  Ben
opened his arms and hugged me and I shuddered into sobs as he held me
tightly

"I'm so sorry to hear about your Dad, Johnny, he was such a good man."

I stood back and looked over at my longtime friend, the word handsome
didn't do Ben justice.  In my eyes he was the epitome of manhood.  Tall,
slim and muscled just enough to be sexually alluring, not muscle bound.
But even as a short little shrimp of a man, I would still have loved him.

He reached for me again and gave me a most welcome hug. Benjamin Barton was
my best friend from the time we met in fourth grade until we graduated from
High school, we were almost inseparable. Ben's folks bought the house next
door to us when we were 9 years old. We were best buds all through High
School. It was in our Sophomore year that I knew I liked boys better than
girls. I knew what that meant too. I just couldn't ever let anyone here
know. Benny never knew my secret, or how much I cared for him. But it was
Ben that I thought about at night alone in my bed. It was Ben that made my
cock get hard just thinking about him, and Ben that never knew how
desperately I had loved him so long ago.

Ben stayed by my side for more than two hours as Dad's friends, students
and co-workers paid their respects. Just having Ben there buoyed my spirit,
he took over making sure I had all I needed and followed me home after the
visitation. I walked into the house, draped my suit coat on the back of the
sofa, sat down in Pop's chair and cried for my Dad. Ben sat a box of
tissues on the arm of the chair, patted me on one shoulder and went back to
the kitchen and let me grieve. It took a while but the sobs wracking my
body subsided and the tears finally stopped. I rose from Dad's chair and
went into his room and opened his closet and buried my face in his clothes
hanging there. I could smell him. I took his bulky, gray and very old
cardigan sweater off the peg on the door and put it on. Wrapping myself in
his scent. I was just about to start crying again when I heard Ben behind
me. I turned and he smiled when he saw me in Dad's sweater.

"You need to keep that sweater Johnny boy. Just seeing it makes me remember
him. It even looks good on you."

"I can still smell him in this sweater Benny."

"There will always be those moments when someone or something reminds you
of him. Not a week goes by that I don't think about my dad."

Ben pulled me into a hug again. I was so glad he was here, he was the
perfect person for me to be with during this sad and hurtful time. I don't
remember it happening but Ben undressed me down to my shorts and tee shirt
and tucked me into bed. When I woke it was daylight and my cheek was
resting on Ben's chest, his nipple just inches from my lips. I dozed back
into a restless sleep, tossing and turning, fretful. The aroma of freshly
brewed coffee got me out of bed and I followed the aroma to the kitchen.
Ben, in tightie whities and a tee shirt, broke into a big smile when I came
in.

"Hey dude, you look like you feel a little better. I can whip us up a
couple of yummy omelettes with all these things in the fridge. You hungry
Johnny Boy?

"I'm very hungry Benny, I don't remember eating yesterday.  Oh I forgot...
Where's George, Ben? I thought he would be here."

"I forgot to tell you, he's over at my Mom's, she took him over there
before the funeral home came to take your dad's body.  She didn't want
George to see them take him away and to be running around the house looking
for your Dad.  You may have a hard time getting him to come home the way
she dotes on him."

"That's good, but bring him back when she's had enough of him."  I said.

"Ahhh...now to your breakfast.  Prepare to be amazed at the sumptuous feast
I will prepare for you sir. Take a seat and enjoy your coffee."

Ben managed to concoct two perfect, spicy omelettes with cheese, tomatoes,
poblano peppers , green and red sweet peppers and sour cream. When we
finished I was properly amazed that Ben had whipped up that great
breakfast.

"Johnny, I've got a million of them, recipes that is...a few years ago I
discovered that I really like cooking a great meal. I've already got ideas
for tonight's dinner."

"Benny let's have your Mom come to dinner, I hate to think of her eating
alone."

"Sure thing Johnny Boy, she'll really like that. I eat with her most
nights, I'm usually cook and she comes across the back yard to my place. It
will do her good too, your Dad's sudden death really shook her up. I guess
it's realizing her own mortality. Being with her is the greatest gift we
can give her. That's all she really wants."

"Ben, even though it took a tragedy to bring us together again. I just want
you to know, that being with you again is the most natural, greatest
feeling I've had in many years. You are good for me and good to me Ben
Barton, thank you."

"Best buds forever, Johnny boy, best buds forever."

I helped Ben straighten up the kitchen and then we went off to shower and
dress. Dad's service is scheduled for one PM and there will be viewing and
visitation prior to the service. Soon we were off to the funeral home for
the service. I insisted that Mrs. Barton and Ben ride with me in the family
car. They were all I had left. After the graveside service Ben whispered to
me.

"You stay with your Dad a little while Johnny, I'll run Mom home and come
back for you in just a few minutes."

I nodded my assent without looking at him. I was fortunate that there were
no unresolved issues between my Dad and I, he knew I was gay and he had
made his peace with it. All he ever wanted, he said, was for me to be happy
and lead a productive and useful life. Since the sudden passing of my Mom,
we had been much closer, talking at least every week, and he visited me in
Chicago several times.

Suddenly I was bone tired. I needed to lie down, I thought Ben would have
returned by now. I turned to walk to the entrance and there was Ben,
standing behind me, waiting for me to finish my good bye to Dad. He came to
me and put an arm around my shoulder.

"Let's get you home Johnny Boy, you need to rest."

Back at the house we found food in containers with notes on both the front
and back porches. I was home, this is what neighbors and friends do here,
they bring food and their condolences and the occasional story of something
they remembered about Dad. He was a very well liked and respected man.

Benny opened the door and told me to leave the containers of food, he would
get them after he got me into bed and resting. I was so completely zonked I
just stood in my room and let Benny undress me. When I was down to my
shorts and tee shirt he pulled back the bed covers and tucked me in. I
think my eyes were closed before my head hit the pillow but I did feel Ben
kiss my forehead.

"Thank you for being here Benny. You are just what I needed to get through
this, still my best bud after all these years.  You're a good man and an
even better friend; I love you Benny,"

Ben backed away and eased the door closed, leaving in just ajar so he could
hear if I called for him. For the next hour or so Ben collected all the
food, started a list of who had brought what dish, put food into sealed
containers in the fridge and washed a labeled the neighbors dishes. I
learned later that he called his Mom and told her he was going to stay here
with me. He didn't want me to wake up alone here in Dad's home.

Sometime after dark I woke and the hall light was on and letting a shaft of
light beam across my bed. I saw Bennie sleeping beside me in his shorts and
tee shirt on top of the covers. I rolled to him and lay my head on his
shoulder and my arm across his chest, I hugged him once and drifted back
into sleep. The next time I woke Ben's arm was around me as my head lay on
his chest and my arm held him tight to me.  He was under the covers now; I
glanced at the clock and saw that it was morning now.  I lay there wide
awake comforted by Ben's touch, soon my mind wandered to thoughts of how
much I had loved and wanted him both emotionally and sexually since I was
in High School.  I felt Ben stir as he began waking up.

'Hey there Johnny boy, did you get some rest?"  I just nodded my head yes.

"I guess we were both tired, I just lay here to be with you when you woke
but I dropped off too. Are you hungry, we've got a ton of food in the
kitchen, I'm going to set out something for us, come to the kitchen when
you're ready."

I watched him get out of bed and his round little butt filled out his
tighty whities nicely. When he bent to slip on his pants I groaned out loud
at the sight of his beautiful butt as the fabric stretched taut across
defining each rounded cheek. He looked back at me surprised and I stretched
and yawned to cover up the groan as well as my boner.

I stumbled into the kitchen in my boxers and tee shirt, hair a mess, still
half asleep. Bennie smiled and walked over to me and hugged me to him
again, chuckling under his breath.

"you look like the little kid I was so crazy about long, long ago. Still a
cutie after all these years."

I hugged him back and thanked him again but I had to back away quickly as I
felt my cock twitch and swell. I sat down and ate a bit and felt much
better. Bennie ate with me and busied himself with the clean up and put the
food away as I watched him.

"Dad used to tell me that you came to visit with him a lot after you came
home. He really enjoyed you being with him.  Will you have supper with me
again tonight, Ben?"

"That's because we both had the same favorite subject to talk about, You.
Johnny Boy he always told me about your phone calls and letters; between
your Dad and I, you took up 80% of our conversations. And yeah, I'd enjoy
staying for supper, just let me call Mom and tell her I'm staying a while."
he said.

As he closed up his phone he said "Mom said to give you a big hug from her
and for you to come over to her house for dinner tomorrow night."

I poured us big glasses of sweet Iced tea from the gallon jug left on the
porch, and put out some lemon slices for the tea, We each pulled out a bar
stool and sat there drinking our tea, each turned to face the other and we
began telling each other about our lives. I never married, I had my first
Man to Man sexual experience as a Sophomore in College and never considered
a relationship with a woman. I got an Industrial Engineering degree and my
first job was in Chicago and I've been there since. I have had two failed
relationships with men, the longest lasting two plus years. Both were built
on great sex but as the familiarity with each other grew the relationships
waned. I wanted to get up my nerve to tell Ben my story, that I was a gay
man and that I had always loved him, but so far I couldn't summon up the
courage. My greatest fear was that he would leave and never speak to me
again.

Ben told me that after four years of marriage their son was stillborn and
that began the end of their marriage. His wife withdrew into a shell of
loss and mourning and never came back to being the person he loved and
married. About a year after his divorce his Dad passed away and he moved
back here to be near his Mom and help her out. Ben had a degree in Biology
and was doing research work in North Carolina when he divorced. Before
moving he had made contact with the local State College and was hired as a
teaching assistant for one year then after getting his State Certification,
became an Associate Professor. He bought a house on the street behind his
Mom and the corners of their yards met. He put a gate there so that they
could walk back and forth to each others homes. He said he was happier that
he had been in years. The stress of the corporate world was left behind and
the joy of working with eager young minds stimulated him.

I wondered silently about his sex life.  I was sure he wouldn't get
involved with a student, he's too ethical for that, maybe another
teacher...  uh... lady professor.  I would have to ask about that later.
Now just wasn't the time.

We decided to eat some cold Fried chicken and potato salad for our dinner
and afterwards I looked under the sink and found Dad's stash of Bourbon and
we had drinks after dinner. In retrospect the drinking wasn't a very good
idea because I started crying again for my Dad. Ben sat beside me and put
an arm around me and rocked me gently.

"I know Johnny boy, I know how it hurts, go on and cry for him. It helps I
know.  I'm here with you and I'm not going anywhere Johnny boy.  You are my
main priority, we'll get you through this, Ben's here for you, like
always."

I don't remember drifting off but when I woke it was almost midnight, we
were sitting on the sofa and my head was on Ben's shoulder and his head
tilted against mine. When I stirred, Ben woke and we stood and stretched. I
told him that he was welcome to spend the night. There's lots of beds here
or we can sleep in my room like we used too. He laughed and said "yeah just
like old times." and followed me to my room. As kids, a double bed was
fairly large, as grown men we were very close together in my bed. We said
good night and I thanked him for staying with me, then we turned with our
backsides together and drifted off to sleep.

Sometime later, it was still dark out, I woke spooned against Ben's back
and my arm across his chest. He felt so good I hugged him to me and
snuggled up closer and dozed off again. The next time I woke Ben was
pushing his butt back against me and my hard as stone cock.  I realized
that Ben was making a small rocking motion against my hard cock.  I tried
to be still and see what would happen but I involuntarily stretched and
pushed harder against his butt. He moved away so that we were not touching
any more and I decided that he was just moving around in his sleep.  The
next time I woke Ben was spooned up to me, his hand and arm were under my
tee shirt across my chest, his mouth and lips at my neck. I reveled in the
feel of his holding me to him.  Intimate moments like this are what I miss
the most by not having someone to share my life with. I sighed and nestled
against his body, feeling more content in that moment that I had in many
years.

A bit later I felt Ben move and get out of bed. The bathroom light shone
under the door and I lay there staring at the ceiling thinking of how
wonderful it would be to wake with him in my bed for the rest of our days..

Ben returned to my room and began getting dressed, he saw that I was awake.

"How do you feel Johnny, you gonna be okay?"

"Sure, and thanks Benny, for staying with me. I needed you here last night.
Please feel free to come over anytime. I'll be here at least a week, maybe
longer. I'd like to spend more time with you. There are still things I want
to talk about with you.  Come for supper if you like, there's so much food
here I'll wind up throwing most of it out."

"Whoa, Johnny Boy, Mom asked you to come to her house for dinner tonight,
remember."

"Gosh, I had completely forgotten.  Sure it'll be like old times eating at
her table. You're teaching today I suppose."

"Yes, one lecture and two lab sessions today, I should be home by six. See
you at Mom's a little after six. Okay?"

"yeah it sounds great. I love your Mom's cooking."

I got out of the bed and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I
laughed out loud.

"What's so funny Johnny boy?"

"Look at me, what did you do to me last night Ben, I'm a mess."

Ben blushed and looked away. I felt like a heel. I shouldn't have said
that.  The only way out of this embarrassment was to make it a joke so I
rubbed my butt and said.

"Well at least you didn't take advantage of my innocence, I don't feel
violated or ravaged, darn it"

That did the trick as Ben broke into laughter.

"Darn it"... hmmm has Chicago turned you into a kinky sex guy Johnny Boy."

"just for you Bennie, just for you." I said.

He smiled a strange smile and turned to leave.

"See you tonight Johnny Boy.  It sure is good to have you here even for
just a week.  I've missed you.  I may have to try to talk you into leaving
the big city and coming home."

I walked over to him, hair sticking out everywhere, the fly of my shorts
gaping open my chest bare with nipples hard little points and I hugged him,
and told him I had missed him too.  I didn't hold my hips back like in a
'guy hug', shamelessly I molded my body to him as we hugged, I felt his
lips kiss at my neck as he pulled away.  Automatically my hand went to the
spot he had kissed. He had that odd smile again, almost like he was hiding
something from me.  It puzzled me to no end.

"I gotta run Bud...see you later."

I'm sure he felt my cock thicken as I pressed my body against him, he had a
surprised and stricken look as he said good bye. Wouldn't it be wonderful
if Bennie felt the same way about me as I did him.  Oh no, I can't let
myself think such thoughts. Ben is straight. Remember that John, Ben is
STRAIGHT!

I took my shower and rummaged up a breakfast and got dressed. First up was
a call to Dad's attorney to ask if he had a list of things I needed to do,
which he did. Dad had already put me on all of his bank accounts and the
attorney was drafting Notice of Death letters to insurance companies, the
College, the banks, insurance companies and other interested parties.

I got his mail and looked through it for any outstanding accounts and found
none which I was certain would be the case.  Returning to his mail I opened
his bank statement which I had set aside earlier feeling like I was prying,
but I realized that it was my business now.

Dad had been a teacher since graduating from college. It never occurred to
me that he could have managed to save much money but I was stunned at the
balance in his savings accounts. I learned that he had a stock club account
that invested in a list of stocks that he chose and he had done extremely
well with his total assets at the bank near $500,000.00. I traced back to
the beginning of his stock accounts and realized that he put all the
insurance money from the accident that killed my Mom into this account.  I
was going through more mail when I realized that his money, his car, his
home were all mine now.

I changed clothes and took Dad's key chain full of his keys and went to the
bank to see if he had a safe deposit box. The banker there welcomed me and
gave his condolences and asked if I had received copies of the death
certificate as yet. I told him no but that I had been made joint owner on
all his accounts and he opened the safe deposit room and asked for my
key. I held up the ring of keys, he smiled and zeroed in on the box key
immediately.  He placed the box, which was much larger than I would have
guessed on the table and left, asking me to press the buzzer when I was
finished.

I teared up when the first thing I opened was a velvet bag containing my
Mom's rings and assorted jewelry. There was a bulging wallet type folder
that was full of stock papers. A box revealed family pictures which set off
the water works again. A picture of Mom and Dad on their wedding day,
pictures of her very pregnant with me, baby pictures, a small box with my
scout badges, pictures of me playing basketball in High School, one picture
of Benny and me at about 11 or twelve on the sidewalk in front of our
houses. I tucked that one into my inside jacket pocket. I decided to take
the box of pictures home and go through them there.  I would have some
duplicated, mostly ones of Mom and Dad and some of Bennie and me, to put
out at home and keep the originals safe in here. Finally at the bottom of
the box I saw a large envelope, I reached in and brought it out and stared
open mouthed at my name written there.

When removed the contents were all papers clipped together with a list
being the top sheet. This list was of all his assets, insurance and
deposits, everything I needed to know to wind up his earthly affairs. I sat
this aside with the pictures to take back to the house. I started putting
things back in and realized there was a cigar box that I hadn't opened. I
tried but it was too heavy to lift out with one hand so I opened it inside
the box.  Again my mouth dropped open. The box was full of gold coins, I
had forgotten about his coin collecting. For a time he was avid about
finding old gold coins and here lay the fruits of his searches. I knew I
didn't have the time to list them all before the bank closed so I shut the
box and pressed the buzzer. I told the banker I would be back in the
morning to do an inventory of the contents, and that it would take me a few
hours because of the large number of coins inside. I began to get nervous,
with the price of gold these days these coins would mount up to be a very
large sum.

Back at home I started to turn on the TV but went Instead to the old
console HI FI Phonograph and rummaged through the records there. I selected
some of my Mom's favorites that I remember hearing her play when I was
growing up, I turned the volume up and went to clean up for dinner at
Mrs. Barton's. I was dancing the whole time I was getting ready for
dinner. I remembered my Mom and Dad were constantly dancing in our Dining
room. They were from the Disco era and the full orchestra arrangements
sounded so good.  Better yet, the music my Mom and Dad danced to made me
feel good.  In my mind I could see them in the dining room on the hardwood
floor, with the table and chairs pushed back to the wall, dancing for
hours.

Just before I left to go to Mrs. Barton's I remembered Mom's rose garden in
the back yard.  I looked out and although it was only late April there were
brilliant yellow Tea Roses in bloom. With shears in hand I ran out and cut
a nice bouquet for Mrs. Barton.  I wore dress slacks and a white button
down poplin shirt.  Neat and clean.  Mrs. Barton would probably pinch my
cheek when she saw me, then a big hug for the roses.  I went out our back
door over to the Barton's back door and knocked and went on in.

"Oh my little Johnny" she cooed as she hugged me close, "You'll always have
us sweetheart, we'll be your family now Johnny, Benny and I love you."

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I hugged her. Just then Ben came through
the back door and joined in for our hug. Just as we separated I felt his
lips kiss my neck again and a shiver ran down my spine as my hand shot up
to touch the spot his lips had kissed.  I was looking at him as I did it
and he just smiled and nodded yes to me.  I was confused as to what he
meant by it.

George, Dad's Basset Hound was dancing around my feet, whining and trying
his best to get all of my attention.  I sat down on the floor and George
climbed all over me before settling in my lap.He let out a long sigh.

"Thank you Mrs. Barton, you too Bennie."

I still had the roses in one hand and I handed them to her as she was
telling me to call her Mama like her Bennie did.

"These are from Mom's rose garden out back, I thought you'd enjoy them."

"Thank you sweetie, I always loved your Mama's garden. Bennie, get me a
vase out of that top cabinet please.  Now you boys get out of my kitchen
for a while, I'll call you when it's time to eat."

Ben and I went out and sat on the front porch, He lit a cigarette and asked
if I wanted one.

"no, I shook that habit at college." I replied.

"I had quit too, but started again during the divorce. Why don't you come
back here to live Johnny Boy and help me quit this filthy habit."

I looked at him, he had that same odd smile that he had as he left my room
this morning.

"I have to admit that I've thought about it Ben. But there are things we
need to talk about later. I just don't fit in around here anymore. Want to
come back and spent the night with me again, it's Friday, we can get drunk
and talk all night."

"I guess so Johnny boy, there are somethings I need to tell you too."

I felt my heart rate speed up. Oh no, what will happen if we get in the
same bed again but drunk this time! That may not be such a good idea. I
knew I had to change the subject so I asked him about how he got into
teaching.

"I felt I had to come back home for Mom after Dad passed away.  He did
absolutely everything for her, kept the bank accounts, paid the bills,
shopped the food market for her.  I was afraid she would be overwhelmed and
get into an emotional depression.  So I jumped at the teaching assistant
position. I could live on it and by the time I was certified and landed the
teaching slot I was getting into the whole 'college life' it's so different
for the faculty, sheltered from the outside world, perceived as
intellectual, some even believe they are the elite after they have the
golden fleece, `Tenure.'  The only people I know here now are older folks
like our parents and some of the students, hardly anyone my age."

"Benny, you have to get out and look, there has to be lots of single ladies
in your age bracket who think Professor Barton is hot stuff. You just have
to get out and find them."

"yeah... that's one of the things we need to talk about Johnny."

His Mom came to the door to say that dinner is ready. We jumped up and
hurried into the dining room.

'Mama' Barton had fried chicken, whipped potatoes, green beans, biscuits
and white gravy and sweet iced tea. She was all smiles as she watched her
boys eat like dock workers. Her fried chicken hasn't changed in nearly
thirty years. It tastes just like it did when Ben and I would grab a leg
and run out into the yard with a baseball in one hand and a chicken leg in
the other.

She told me about her talks with my Dad, they would stand out in the yard
and talk for hours, mostly about Ben and I.  I remember him telling me
about her leaving him plates of food on the back porch, usually every time
she made fried chicken, during my weekly phone calls to him.

I asked Ben to follow me to the car rental drop off and drive me home
tomorrow. I had decided to use Dad's car for the rest of the time I am
here.  After dinner Ben and I cleared the table and cleaned off the dishes
and loaded up her dishwasher, all while his Mom complained that we should
let her do that, it was woman's work.  Bennie looked at me and rolled his
eyes then bumped his hip against mine playfully knocking me off balance, I
bumped him back and we did this for a couple of minutes until his Mom
started laugh hysterically.

"You boys have gotten big but you haven't grown up...still acting like
kids. It does my heart good to see you boys together again. You two are
supposed to be together, you know that don't you."

I was shocked, I looked at Ben and he was too. There was that look again,
that odd smile like he knew a secret. He stared at me a good while. Then
turned to his Mom.

"Yes ma'am, I believe we do know that now."

Ben turned back to me as he started the dishwasher, "you ready to talk
Johnny Boy?"

I just nodded, as he held me in his stare. With a wink he turned back to
his Mom and hugged and kissed her.

"We're going to go back to Johnny's house and get drunk Mama, I'm gonna try
and talk him into coming back home.  He needs to be here, I just gotta
convince him somehow."

I hugged her and thanked her for that wonderful dinner and we started for
the door. She called out before we got to the door and rushed up with some
chicken wrapped in wax paper for a 'snack' later.  Back at my Dad's I
looked under the sink and found an unopened bottle of Canadian Club that I
had given him last Christmas.

"Benny, how do you like your Canadian Club?"

"Two fingers over ice with water with a twist of lemon peel, please."

We even liked the same drinks...I make two in tall glasses and we sat out
on the front porch.

"Okay John, what is it that you have to talk about, tell me about your
life."

"I've thought and thought how I could tell you about this and there just
isn't an easy way.  So at the risk of losing you as a friend I just gonna
say it.  Ben, I'm gay.  I have been since our Sophomore year at Central.  I
never had been with anyone until the first year at college, On a Thursday
night in the first week of November my study buddy had me naked on his bed
with my cock buried balls deep in his throat.  It opened a new world of
possibilities for me.  When I told my Dad I was gay it took him a couple of
days but he came around.  All he wanted is for me to be happy and a
productive contributor to our society he told me.

"Benny, I`m hoping and praying that this will not make a difference in our
friendship, lots of straight guys have a gay friend.  If that is not the
case you need to tell me now."

Ben sighed and sat there silent, looking at his shoes.  Finally I spoke.

"Talk to me Benny, please, I so hope that you understand. I need you to
understand."

Drawing in a big breath Ben turned to face me.

"Oh Johnny Boy...there's no way around it.  This changes everything...I'll
try to still be your friend, but it will be hard to do because what I want
is for you and I to be life partners and lovers.  I've known I'm gay since
a few months after the divorce Johnny.  I had hoped that you were gay too.
Even suspected it for a while when I began talking with your Dad regularly,
but gave the idea up as wishful thinking on my part.  If you'll have me we
have a wonderful life.  I've always loved you John.

One night at closing time at the bar I frequented the guy who had been
chatting me up asked me to come over to his place saying he'd keep the
drinks flowing.  I was drunk enough to think `free booze is good' and went
to his place.

He made advances and I did nothing to protest his actions and I got my
first blow job.  Before leaving his bed I did suck my first cock and tasted
semen.  I knew I liked man to man sex.  I knew that night that I really
liked it."

The initial shock of hearing Ben say the words `I'm gay' was fading and I
began to realize that my dreams could finally come true.  Ben and I
together as two men in love.

"BEN!  stop....first to answer your question, YES we can be life partners
and lovers.  Being with you would make my life complete, it's what I have
dreamed of for years."

Ben stood and reached for my hand..."come with me John."

I followed as he led me into the living room, backed me up against the
stairwell wall and gave me the kiss that changed our lives forever.  That
kiss was beyond description, the emotion of a long held, seemingly
impossible dream realized.  Now able to hold our bodies tightly together,
neither ready to let go of the thing they most wanted.

"Nothing between graduating High School and now counts.  You and
me... us...we start right now Johnny Boy"

It wasn't long until I was on overload, my brain unable to process the
feelings and emotions fast enough.  It was evident that Ben has spent as
much time wanting `us' as I have.  That kiss told volumes about how Ben
feels toward me.  I don't remember how we got to the bed, the kissing short
circuits my brain, he is all I can handle while his tongue thrusts and
sucks at my mouth.  I feel a tingle deep inside my testicles even while the
rest of my body is buzzing with the realization of Ben and I together,
finally.

Naked together at last.  Our straining bodies touched from our lips to our
toes.  I loved the chestnut brown hair on Ben's chest and stomach, the
treasure trail thinned as it reached Ben's trimmed pubic hair.

I broke the kiss and raised up on my knees beside Ben.  Looking at his
naked body stirred something in me and I knew I was going to blow my load
right here, looking down at the most sexual, sensual and exciting man I
have ever known.  I reached out and lay my hand on his rippled
abdomen. Without ever touching myself I felt this unbidden orgasm take
control of my body, my mind had been consumed by the incredible emotion of
fulfilling our long held dream of our first time together.  The first
volley all cleared the headboard and splattered on the wall.  At the end,
there was an incredible amount of my semen on Ben's arm and the side of his
body.

"Wow!  Johnny Boy...that was the most sensual thing I have ever seen!  You
blew without me even even touching you.  I'm ashamed to say it but the same
thing happened to me at the funeral home when we first saw each other.  I
was too embarrassed to let you know."

"Bennie I can hardly believe this has happened.  I've wanted to be with you
for so very long, it was never out of my mind.  I love you Ben."

I got a warm washcloth to clean Ben up and while I was cleaning up my cum
from his body I knew.

I decided right then looking down at my Ben that I was leaving Chicago and
I was coming home.  Ben needs to be near his Mom, Dad's house...my
house...our house...is next door to her.  All sorts of ideas and plans came
to mind but remembering the task at hand I pushed them aside and stretched
my body out atop Ben.  Arms stretched out, hands clasped, fingers
interlaced, I rubbed and moved about trying to get more of my skin touching
him.

He was a little surprised when I turned him and began kissing a trail down
his spine.  Hands and tongue led my way down his body until my chin bumped
against the rise of his hard little butt.  Pulling up a bit, I brought both
hands to his cheeks and spread his butt like a melon.  I blew a wisp of air
across his cheeks to watch as they pimpled in Gooseflesh.  Before he
realized what I was about to do I stabbed my tongue into his wrinkled anus.
The gasp and yells that came from him made me know he wanted me to keep
doing this to his butt but finally he gave in saying he was going to cum if
I didn't stop.

Ben surprised me when he flipped over onto his back and told me that he
wanted me to fuck him.  Somehow I had never thought of me fucking him, it
was always him in me that I thought about.  I found a jar of Vaseline in
the bath, and found a condom in my shaving kit.  After getting him lubed to
the point of moaning and groaning, begging for me to get my cock inside him
now!  I gave the condom one last coating of lubricant and I knee walked
between his legs and up to his opening.  His hand held my cock poised at
his anus as I leaned forward and kissed him deeply.  Some time during the
kiss he had wrapped his legs around my hips and locked his ankles. When I
raised from the kiss he pulled hard with his legs and my cock went deep
inside Bennie.

"Oh my sweet Jesus...Johnny Boy...love me Johnny, make love to me.  I love
your hard cock filling my butt, Oh fuck,,,I just love you...do it...fuck me
hard John, I can take it, I need it to be you.  I've always wanted it to be
you.  Harder babe...fuck your Bennie...hard...fuck me hard...oh my god,
you're better than I ever dreamed Johnny...make love to me babe, I know you
love me John, I can see it in your face and eyes.  Oh damn...it's starting
Johnny...you're cock is gonna make me cum, Kiss me baby, kiss me as we cum
together.  JOHNNY...NOW....mmmm! "

Gliding in and out of Ben's ass was pure heaven, chills and goosebumps
flashed across my body.  I had settled into a long rapid stroke in and out
of his butt.  I swear I could feel little electric shocks to the head of my
cock.  Looking to his face I saw Ben's eyes roll back and he was gone, lost
into the pleasure place.  There's only one way to get to that place, it
takes a hard, throbbing cock churning in your guts, making you feel that
tingle, making your eyes roll back.  There nothing exists but the cock
churning in your butt and how you can get more of it deeper inside you.  In
that zone a man's sexual pleasure knows no bounds.  No matter how big the
cock or how good the fuck, it is never enough.  We always want more,
bigger, harder, deeper.  Insatiable!

I shifted my position so that now I brushed against his prostate on every
stroke.  Ben yelped at first then settled into a deep grunt `unngghh' every
time I rubbed against it.  Soon he was all over the bed, an E ride for
sure.  He bucked against my deep thrust, holding and grinding hard against
me.  He moved faster and faster, taking over the rhythm as he began to fuck
my cock deep inside him.  As if on cue, Ben's eyes flew open...

"I'm gonna cum babe, you're cock is making me cum John...Oh jeez...yeah,
now John cum with me now!"

It only took two thumping heartbeats and I was filling the condom inside
him.  Ben was still spraying his semen all over his abs and chest, his
face, the pillow, everywhere I looked there were pearls of his cum.  My own
release nearly paralyzed me, never has my body been so completely drained,
no sex had ever felt like what I had just experienced.

`Ben held his arms up, his signal for me to come into his embrace.  He held
me tightly and sobs wracked his body.  I pulled back to look at him and he
pulled me back down.

"I'm okay John, just tears of joy."

Lying half atop him I told Ben that I wanted to come home.

"I love you and will not be separated from you ever again.  I want to come
home to you, we'll live here and take care of Mom and each other.  Dad's
inheritance was staggering, I never had a clue.  It will be enough to get
me moved here, make some improvements and live until I can find something
that I really want to do.  There will be plenty left over for lots of rainy
days. "

"Thank you, John, I may be the happiest man in this town, I'm certain that
I am the most well fucked.  You are spectacular at making love."

"Yeah, I'm finally making love with the one I love.  The difference between
what we did and sex is like night and day.  You're pretty spectacular
yourself Benny, I had to hold on for dear life when you started bucking and
fucking my cock."

Ben locked eyes with me as we stared into each others soul.  We were on our
sides facing each other, arms and legs entwined Hard cocks pressed between
our bellies.  Slowly a grin started spreading on Ben's handsome face and in
minutes we were hysterically rolling around and laughing.  It was a release
of the fears and tension brought about by needing to of tell the most
important person in our life that "I'm Gay".

The rest of that Saturday was spent loving and laughing like I had never
done before.  Ben filled me with joy, pure and simple.  I couldn't keep my
hands off of him, I was always touching, caressing him.  Once as we lay
recovering from a mind blowing orgasm I thought that Dad would be happy
knowing that Ben and I are together, at last, and here in this house.

Finally around 3 pm I remembered the rental car and we scurried about
taking quick showers and burst out the door at a run like we did at 10
years old.  On our way back Ben took me to his house to get some of his
things.  He gave me a tour and said he thought he would keep it and lease
it out.

"All Gay Guys own rental property don't they.  Besides, with the College
and Ft. campbell, It will be leased in a heartbeat once I get it ready for
the market and do a few updates in the baths and kitchen"

Back at Dad's I called Mrs. Barton and asked her to come over for dinner.
When she arrived she had George with her.

"I thought I'd see how he reacts to the place now that your Dad isn't
here."  She said.

We all watched as George dropped his nose to the floor and started sniffing
his way to Dad's bedroom, tail wagging at a frantic pace.  We followed and
found him lying in his dog bed beside Dad's bed.  He stayed in Dad's room
until dinner was on the table.  At dinner,I had purposely avoided sitting
in Dad's chair, Mama Barton sat and the other end of the table with Ben and
I facing each other.  During the entire meal George lay beside my Dad's
chair.  Ben's legs and feet were constantly touching me under the table.  I
felt like I was in a dream but I knew it was real, I could touch him, smell
him, taste him but most important of all, he filled my heart to
overflowing.  Ben Barton and John Hadley, together at last.

Ben nudged my foot as he turned to his Mom.

"I did it Mama...he's coming home to live with us.  I convinced him that
this is where he needs to be."

She reached out and clasped her hands with both of us.

"I can't say I'm surprised.  I'm so happy for my boys. I've always known
that one day you two would be together.  Benny, you rent out that house and
move in here next door to your old Mama."

"Yes ma'am, we've already talked about that, but it will have to wait until
after we've done some remodeling and updating the kitchen and baths. We may
even add on, like a great room adjoining the kitchen, we'll look and
magazines and books before we decide.  I've even thought of adding a
walkway of paving stones for us to walk on back and forth between houses.
We need a garage too, Maybe even fence in both backyards together so George
can wander around and easily beg at either back door.  Ben will be almost
as close as he was in his bedroom at your house, Mama Barton."

Later while Ben and George walked Mama Barton home I changed into loose
lounging pants and a tee.  Ben came back alone, they took George's bed from
Dad's room with them.

"George just went right into the house with her. She will never say it but
I thinks she's glad to have him there."

"It's okay by me Bennie but she always has the option to bring him back
home anytime.  She doesn't have to keep him with her.  I know how much Dad
doted on that Dog and I'm sure she's done the same.  Now Ben, clear the
table to the sink and I'll get theses dishes washed and in the drying rack
so we can go play."

Ben came to the sink with all three plates and silverware, sat them down,
jerked my lounge pants to the floor, grabbed my butt cheeks and thrust his
tongue into my anus.  I felt light headed and giddy as Ben chowed down on
my eager butt.  I leaned over the sink as far as I could, spread my legs
wide and grabbed my cheeks and pulled them wide apart.  My legs quickly
turned to jelly as Ben continued his assault on my ass; the sink was now
holding me up.

I actually felt relieved when he pulled his mouth away, his face up my ass
was such an intense sensory overload that stopping it let me ease back from
the brink of ejaculation.  About three deep breaths later I felt Ben's cock
pushing at my entrance, I reached back and spread my cheeks again while Ben
squirted lubricant into my butt.  After the workout he gave my ass with his
tongue his entry was no problem he went in halfway on the first stroke with
only a long `aaaahhhh' from me.  In less than a minute I was in the
pleasure zone.  Ben was a natural born lover, he used his wide, fat cock on
me like no other man I had ever known.  He had me moaning and gasping for
more as he rode my hungry ass to glory. When we reached our fantastic
orgasm and our body movements slowed to the pace of cold syrup, I started
to slide toward the floor, completely used up, too weak to stand.  Ben and
I lay in a heap on the kitchen floor and slowly our breathing and heart
rates returned to somewhat normal.

I raised my head and looked around.

"What happened?  I was washing dishes and now we're piled up on the floor
and my ass is vibrating!"  I managed to keep a straight face as I asked
him.

Benny started giggling,

"Sorry Johnny Boy, I sort of ambushed you there.  In my fantasies about you
over these years that one was near the top.  Just seeing you there cleaning
the dishes sparked a memory of the times I have dreamed of taking you like
that.  I hope you don't mind it, cause there's long list of ways I want to
do it with you...Say...you kinda got off on me eating your butt, didn't
you."

"Well Yeah!  The love of my life sneaks up and takes me sexually.  Tries to
eat me alive...fucks me into a stupor...That's a huge turn on Benny.  You
did notice how hard I fought you didn't you.  Try as you might, you can't
rape a willing man Benny.  I'll be willing just as long as you want me Ben.
Being with you feels so good.  Hmmm...I'm feeling better Professor. Barton;
weren't we going to go play in our bedroom?"

"but babe, I need a little more time to recuperate... and recharge this
limp weapon here."

He was holding his cock by the foreskin, showing me that it was lifeless
for a while longer.

"Not to worry Ben. All you have to do this time is just lay there and take
what ever I decide to do to you.  It doesn't matter what I do...you know
it's gonna feel good... come with me Ben."

We were walking to room, kissing as we went, both bare assed naked and both
of us were lost in the newness, the joys of sexual intercourse with his
long desired partner.  The absolute connection that felt so familiar yet so
completely awesome

Once into the room, I pushed Ben face down onto the bed and again I covered
his body with mine, our fingers laced together, holding hands as I moved
and wiggled around trying to get more of my skin touching Ben's.  His
humping, wiggling butt distracted me, making me rise up on my hands and
knees.  I sat back, my lower legs under me just admiring Ben's physical
beauty.  Broad shoulders, nicely pumped chest , his torso tapering to a
sinfully ridiculous 28 inch waist, and the quintessential bubble butt.  All
covered with his luxurious chestnut brown hair on his chest, arms, legs,
torso and even on that perfect butt.

Ben turned his head to one side.  "Why did you stop Johnny Boy, you teasing
me?  Getting me all sexed up then just quit and sit up.  You're a cruel man
John."

"Oh Ben, I'm just admiring your rocking body, and all that hair.  Jeez, a
hairy man turns me on!  It's like edging...you know getting ever so close
to blowing a nut but scaling back, falling back just so we can see how
close we can get again.  Do this for a couple of hours and when you finally
shoot, all the people on this side of town are gonna hear you roaring as
you blast your cum all over the place."

"I think I saw a video or maybe it was on the internet about edging.  Those
guys seemed to enjoy it." Benny said.

"you just gonna sit there and look?  Touch me, rub my butt...do
something...you have me all worked up and just sit there.  Damn it
John...take me, FUCK ME...I need you in me.  get that fat cock up my butt
pronto Mister.  Do it hard Johnny...fuck me hard."

I guess we will always wonder who fucked who this time.  Ben went feral on
me.  He became a madman as he thrashed and jerked about; trying his best to
get more of my my cock up his butt.  We rolled and now Ben was sitting on
my hips, well maybe it was more like his butt was dancing on my hips, All I
could do was lie there with my hips thrust upward as his ass fucked my
cock.  I saw his eyes roll back and knew he was in the zone...I felt the
tingle in my testicles and grabbed Ben's cock and started jacking him.  It
was only moments until Ben roared like an animal and his cum covered me, it
was in my hair, on my face, chest and torso.  Finally Ben collapsed atop me
and I put my arms around him hugging him tightly to me.

"Oh god Benny, I love you so.  Sex with you is so very different.  Nothing
has ever been so intense.  It's so good to be with you, it's good to be
home"

"I know Johnny, seems like my life just began when your Dad passed away.
Now that we've become `us' there is joy in everything we do.  Loving you
was easy, it started when we were ten years old.  I never knew that being
loved by you could be so awesome."

The remodel took three months and ten days.  Ben and I had a new family
room/kitchen/dining area complete with fireplace and a 60" Flat Panel TV,
Island bar with stools, a table with 6 chairs.  Plus a room full of den
furniture and books and toys.  We had New appliances, dishwasher, Stove,
fridge, microwave, counter tops, sink and wood floor.  While the work we
had done was extensive, the character of the place remained the same.  I
could still feel my Mom and Dad there and was comforted by the familiarity
of my childhood home.  We redid the baths in the master as well as the
hall.  A new garage with duplex apartments upstairs and parking for four
autos.In a college town rental units are at a premium and really boost to
the property value.

While all the improvements were nice and very appreciated, the one over
riding joy in my life is being with Ben.  He's my rock, life would be so
empty now without Ben loving me.  Oh... and there is other news.  I've
started two businesses since the house was finished.  The first is a long
time love and passion for designing and assembling stained and leaded glass
panels.  I use one of the garage apartments as my studio.  The other is a
consulting business.  With my Industrial Engineering background I am a
natural for helping to plan out a new business venture.  From initial cost
studies to final planning, I offer a service unique to this small town.

Mama Barton and George come for dinner most every night, on Sundays she
likes to cook so she won't forget how she says.  We encourage her to cook
fried chicken every chance we get.  She says her cooking is better for us
that what we serve up.  I'm sure she's feeding George off the table instead
of dog food.  That's why he hardly ever leaves her side.  They both seem
happy together so I keep quite about the food.

Ben is only one year away from Tenure which will give him a big boost in
salary.  I've tried to convince him that my money is his money but he is
reluctant to spend it and he gets frustrated with me always buying him
gifts.  We're flying Mama Barton to California to visit with her cousin for
a week and Ben and I will fly with her and have a week in San Francisco and
then fly home with her.

Our life is nothing spectacular, just two guys working our jobs, making his
Mom happy by including her in our lives.  She's always ready for a trip to
the market, to have her hair done or to go to lunch with her friends.
She's become obsessed with playing Bridge lately, but try as I might she
will not tell us how much she has won.

I've found that there is wonderful satisfaction in knowing that you are
with your soul mate.  The one person that knows you best, desires your love
and company and completely satisfies your every need most especially
emotionally and sexually.

It's been quite a year since my Dad passed away.  The reunion with Ben, the
new life we now have together.  The everyday happiness and pure joy I feel
living my life with Ben.  Just when I thought that nothing on earth could
make our lives better, Ben came in carrying a huge box with a big bow.  He
sat it on the floor as I eyed the box them him.  He began to chuckle after
watching me switch my gaze from the box then back to him.

"Open it goofy!  It won't jump out and bite you."

There were a series of boxes each progressively smaller inside the first
box, each had a note encouraging me to keep opening the boxes.  Finally I
held a very small box in my hand and opened it to see two simple gold
bands.  I was stunned and my emotions choked in my throat keeping me from
speaking but tears rolled down my cheeks, I nodded, mouthing the word `YES'
as I gave the box to Ben and held out my left hand.  The hand and my body
were visibly trembling as Ben slipped the ring on my finger. Ben's eyes
were locked with mine the entire time..

"John Hadley, with this ring I pledge my life and my undying love to you
forever.  For twenty two years you have been the most important person in
my life.  My soul male, my best friend and for this past year my lover, my
companion and my partner in life. With every fiber of my being, I love you
John and never want to part from you again."

Tears streamed down my cheeks as he professed his love.  I wiped away my
tears of joy and took up Ben's ring as held out his hand.

"You love has been the most constant thing in my life Ben.  Living and
loving with you has opened my eyes so wide to the joys of our everyday
world that had previously just slipped on by.  You've given me more joy in
the past year that I can ever remember.  I too pledge my life and my
undying love to you for ever and ever. I love you more than I can possibly
say Ben."

Ben rose and pulled me up into his arms.  I clutched him to me never
wanting to be anywhere but in his arms.  I felt his lips kissing my neck
again and again my hand touched the spot.

"your little kisses at my neck are the most loving, sensual expression of
your love for me.  I treasure each and every one of them.  Back last year
when I first came here, they puzzled me a little, you would get this odd
little smile that I didn't understand each time you kissed my neck.  I know
now that you were telling me you loved me, trying to give me a clue that we
could happen, be together if I was willing."

Suddenly Ben jumped up from his stool.

"OH!!!  I almost forgot...come with me Johnny."

As he reached for the doorknob he told me to close my eyes and not open
them until he said I could.  When he finally told me to open my eyes there
before me sitting at attention, and looking as if she would burst out with
wiggles everywhere, was a gorgeous, fawn and white Boxer Puppy with a black
mask.  I opened my arms and laughed as she leapt into my arms giving me a
bath in her special kisses.

"I saw her in the window and just couldn't resist."  Ben said.

She will be good company for George too, and he'll get some exercise
chasing after her.  She's yours to name Johnny boy.

Just then Ben took off at a run across our back yards with the puppy
bounding behind him.  It seemed that she bounced on springs as bounded
along after Ben.  Mama Barton's back door opened and George rushed out,
nose to the ground as usual.

"Look Georgie, a new playmate for you!"  she said.

"Boys come and have some tea!"  we sat on her back porch sipping sweet tea
and watching the dogs get to know each other.  Suddenly the Puppy streaked
away and George went right after at his usual slow trot."

Mama Barton came back out with the tea pitcher and topped off our glasses.

Suddenly she gasped "Oh My!"

She picked up our left hands and looked at the rings.  At first I thought
she would cry, her eyes teared up but she fought it off.

"I've always known, you know.  I knew when you were little and fell asleep
holding each other, even when you were in High School you slept like that
on the weekends.  I knew that one day you two would find each other.  Love
is love, no matter who we are.  We can't help who we fall in love with, it
is all part of His plan.  There is a reason for you two to be together."

She turned and turned to look at Ben.

"So when were you going to tell your mother this great news?"

I spoke up in Ben's defense.

"Mama, it just happened a few minutes ago.  Ben gave me the ring and then
the puppy.  You knew almost when I did.  I owe you thanks beyond measure
Mama, this boy of yours sure did turn out to be a good man and a real
keeper too."

Looking like she had just remembered something she had forgotten.  She said
she had forgotten something and rushed back into her house.  She stuck her
head back out to us.

"dinner at seven here tonight, don't be late."

I laughed and Ben just shook his head.

We were talking and not paying attention to the dogs when out of the corner
of my eye I saw something flying toward me, a quick glance confirmed that
the puppy was airborne and she landed in my lap and onto my stomach.
George trotted up behind her wagging his tail.  Just as quickly as she had
landed in my lap she was gone again running with George and jumping over
him back and forth as they played.

Suddenly as I sat there watching the dogs play I shouted out...

"ChaCha"

The puppy stopped in mid run and looked at me.  I turned to Ben...

`did you see that!  She stopped when I yelled `ChaCha', how do you like
that for her name Benny, we can call her ChaCha, she's always dancing
around."

"I like it Johnny Boy and it suits her too.  ChaCha it is."

I tried again...

"ChaCha, here girl...come."

She was at my side in seconds.  I looked over to Ben who was smiling at us,

"I can't decide who's happier about this new venture, you or ChaCha." Ben
said.

"That's an easy one Babe, it has to be George that is happiest.  His tail
hasn't stopped since he came outside."

"She will be a good running companion to, John.  That way I won't have to
worry about you out running, she won't let anyone close if she thinks they
are a threat."

"She's wonderful Ben, and such a beauty too.  You need to run with us,
Professor Barton, we'll make a really hot threesome, don't ya think.  What
more could I ask for.  My Man and My Dog by my side, jogging with me!"

Ben surprised me by going out with us for a run.  He hasn't done that in
months, despite my constant urging.  With Chacha on a long lead I let Ben
get a step ahead of me so I could watch that world class bubble butt of his
in action.  In less than a minute my cock was hard as stone, straining to
break free of the confining jock strap.  After about four miles Ben
stripped off his tank top and balled it up into one fist.  I had to run
ahead so I couldn't see his perfect body glistening with sweat over his
neatly trimmed chest hair and that tantalizing treasure trail that led into
the waistband of his bright red shorts..

When we slowed to walk for a few yards, Chacha got impatient, she liked the
running.  When I kicked back up to our jogging speed Ben laughed at me.

"It's been less than one hour since you got that pup Johnny and she''s
already training you to do her bidding.  Wish you'd obey me that well."


"I always obey you in the bedroom, Ben.  You are my Lord and Master when we
are there."

When we stopped for a break I got out the collapsible water bowl that Ben
got with the package of `necessities' that came home with Chacha.  She
finished off the bowl of water and was tugging on the leash to get back to
running.

Ben laughed.  "Ha!  you're going to have to do some serious running now.
Chacha won't let you slack off like you're used to doing.  She will turn
Mom's fried chicken into a six pack in a few months running your socks off
Johnny Boy."

When we returned from our run, Mama barton called and reminded us that
dinner would be at seven tonight.  She produced another masterpiece, her
Pot Roast with onions, carrots, potatoes and scratch Biscuits which were
without equal.  Just as we finished she came in from her kitchen with a
plate of Petit fours and a bottle of chilled white wine..

"Boys, don't fuss, but with your big news today with the rings, I just felt
a little celebration was in order.  I sure wish your Dad had lived to see
this Johnny.  We talked about you boys do doing this a lot over the years.
I think we both knew that the only way both of you would ever be happy was
to be together"

After our dessert and wine John and I went back to our place. Chacha roused
quickly from her nap and was ready to run again. She was dancing about as
George raised up and stretched and trotted off to Mama Barton's for his
dinner.  I called Chacha inside and she went directly to the sofa in the
great room and stretched out over all three cushions, claiming her
territory.

Ben had his house rented and the items he wanted to bring to our place were
fitted in making the house ours.  I was getting quite a few orders for
Leaded Glass panels for entrance doors in upscale developments.  The
mailings to the local builders were paying off.  I even had a couple of
design jobs for revamping an assembly line for a new product and a startup
retail outlet.  Mama Barton seemed to be thriving with her boys right next
door and George was in dog heaven with his new girlfriend Chacha.

Next week will mark a year since the night Ben and I became a couple, we're
going away for a couple of days to celebrate and have some Ben and John
time.  If this first year is any indication of our future, we will be two
very contented men.  Sometimes one's heart's desire can actually happen.
We are living proof; here in a small town in Tennessee, we found our very
own Happily Ever After.

The End