Date: Sun, 18 Jan 2015 18:48:47 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jay Carrington <jcee1113@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Son and His Friends - Chapter 18

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Chapter 18 - My Son and His Friends

I got up from my kneeling position with Phil's help.  I wiped my knees off
and headed to the house.  As I entered, I asked Ryan what was going on.  He
said that I had a phone call that I needed to take.

I walked on into the kitchen and picked my phone up off the island.  I
lifted it to my ear and said "Hello."  A voice which I had not heard in a
few weeks said "Well sexy, how are you? Are you missing my cock?"  I
responded with "I am fine, just got back from a Labor Day Vacation in
Panama City Beach and well, I found broom handle work just as effective."
He started laughing and said "Pops, you are so funny, you know I have more
ridges than a broom handle and am a whole lot bigger."  I said "So what do
I owe for the privilege of this phone call?"  He said "Pops, Jared and I
are taking a chemistry class this semester, and it is whipping our asses.
We need some help and since you teach science, we were wondering if you
could do a little tutoring?"  I said "Matt, I would be more than happy to
help you guys with your class and projects.  When do you want to start?"
He said that the class met on Mondays, Wednesdays and Thursdays, so he was
thinking maybe Tuesday night and Sunday afternoons.  I told him that was
workable for me at the time, so we sat up for our first tutoring session to
be tomorrow night.  We chatted for a few minutes, catching up, and then I
hung up and returned outside to Phil who was walking around the backyard
looking at the shrubs and other plants.

I walked up to him, apologized for the intrusion, and explained the reason
for taking so long on the phone call.  He turned, smiled, and said "Do I
have anything to worry about?"  I said "In all honesty, no, but I did play
around with them this summer and we did have fun.  They really broke me
into man on man sex, but they are college-aged and I think they are really
hetro who were horny and willing to get their rocks off this summer with me
and each other."

He walked me around the yard and pointed out some other areas that needed
attention, mostly major trimming and some replanting.  I agreed that other
things needed to be done, but that the major project was to complete the
waterfall and fountain.  I told him that once that was finished, we would
look at the other areas, but I really wanted to see how the project set the
tone for the backyard.  He said that he understood, and that we would work
on more ideas at a later date.

We returned to the house, and Ryan had finished washing, folding and
hanging our clothes.  He was at the dining room table reviewing his school
work.  I walked over to him and asked what he wanted for supper.  He said
that he thought a pizza would be nice, so I told him to finish up and meet
me in the kitchen in about 15 minutes.  I returned to Phil and asked him if
he would like to join us for pizza that night.  He accepted.  We continued
to talk until Ryan joined us.  We all walked out and got in the Yukon and
headed to Pizza Hut.

On the way, we stopped at a traffic light and another Suburban pulled up
beside me.  It caught my attention, and I again thought about trading up to
a vehicle that size.  We continued on to Pizza Hut.

We arrived, got out, and went in.  We were seated by a waitress whose arms
were covered in tattoos.  She took our drink orders and allowed us some
time with the menus.  She returned with our drinks and we ordered our
pizzas, a pepperoni lover's and a Supreme.  We all sat and talked while the
pizzas were being prepared.  Ryan asked Phil a number of questions about
the waterfall, and Phil answered each one with detail and honesty.  I
enjoyed watching the two of them interact.  Soon, our pizzas arrived and we
began to eat.  We all had a slice, or two, or three from each pizza,
needless to say there were no leftovers.  I paid our bill and we went back
and got in the Yukon.

I said "Guys, we have some time to kill so let's go look at some new cars."
We rode around and looked at the various models on the Ford, Chevrolet and
GMC lots.  Ryan wanted to know if I was seriously considering trading.  I
told him that I was looking, and then he started "Oh Dad, you can't get rid
of the Yukon; she's part of the family.  It would break her heart if she
did not get to go with us on trips and she would not be happy knowing that
another car was in her place in the garage.  I smiled and said "Ryan, you
and your imagination are too much."  Phil laughed at both of us and he
agreed with Ryan that it was an emotional issue when you traded vehicles
after having them for a long time.

We drove back home, and Phil got in his vehicle and went home.  Ryan and I
walked in and he asked me if I could help him with some of his school work.
I sat down and we worked on some math and science.  Around 10, I told him
it was time to call it a night and then we both headed to take our showers.
He took his and went to his room.  I took mine and hit the bed.  I adjusted
my pillows and soon fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning, shaved, showered, and dressed for the day.  I
walked into the hallway and did not hear any signs of life coming from
Ryan's room so I walked down and knocked softly on his door.  No response,
so I knocked a little louder.  Finally, he muttered something and I
reminded him that it was a school morning and that he had to get up.  He
drug himself to the door, opened it, and gave me a dirty look.  I laughed
and said "Get your morning shower, get dressed and do something with your
hair."  He groaned, but went on to his bathroom.

He soon joined me in the kitchen, and we had a quick bowl of cereal.  He
grabbed his book bag and was off to Rob's house as Christina was doing
carpool duty this week.  I cleaned up the kitchen and grabbed my stuff.  I
got in the Yukon, backed out, let the garage door down, and then headed to
school.

I entered the office and Mr. Richards came over to me and told me that the
police would want to talk to me again later that day regarding Will's
accident and his issues with me.  I told him that I would make myself
available during my planning period.  He said that he would call and let
them know the time and that we could meet in my classroom.

I left the office and went to my classroom.  I laid out the materials that
I would need for that day, turned on my projector and computer.  Soon the
students were entering the classroom and my day was a blur of activity and
questions.  During the third period, I noticed that one of the football
players had moved his seat from the back of the room to the front of the
room and that he was wearing some extremely short shorts with a large leg
opening.  I continued to teach and every so often as I would scan the room,
he would move in his chair.  This movement caught my eye and I began to
notice that it looked like his cock was trying to see the projector screen.
I tried to focus my attention back to the subject at hand, but I was also
intrigued to see if he would allow his cock to be seen.  I glanced back
over that way one more time and he reached down and pulled his shorts up so
that his cock was definitely out.  It was cut, thick, and getting hard.  I
turned around and maintained that stance until the end of the class.

At the end of the class as the students were leaving the room, Dakota came
up to my desk and asked if I could help him after school with a couple of
problems.  I looked him in the eye and told him that I would be in the
classroom until 4:15.  He said he would see me around 3:30 and then he
left.  I sat there and began to worry about what I had seen and the
possibilities that tutoring him might bring.

As my fourth period class ended and the students were leaving a policeman
entered the classroom.  I cleared the students out and then turned to talk
to him.  He sat down by my desk and told me that he was there to bring
closure to this case.  He informed me that the police had found some
interesting notes and items in Will's car.  He wanted to know how I knew
Will, what our relationship was, if we had any issues, and in general, a
rehash of my whereabouts on that fateful night.  I answered his questions,
and he thanked me for my assistance.  I asked him why was this case still
continuing, and he said that Will's Dad was a big shot politician that was
pushing the investigation.  He said that after they finished the report and
shared it with him, that he did not think we would hear anything else from
him as the report detailed some very deviant behaviors on the part of his
son.

We finished our conversation and he left.  I had time to hit the restroom,
and drink a coke.  I returned to my room for the final class of the day.
My sixth period class is a fantastic group of kids and they are so easy to
work with on anything.  We finished the lesson and had a few minutes to
talk about our Labor Day vacations.  They shared some interesting things
they did; some were drinking and partying, while others were with family at
various locations around the southeastern United States.  I finished my
class, did hall duty, and returned to my room.

I sat down and began to make notes for tomorrow's classes when around 3:30
Dakota walked into the room.  He had changed clothes and was now wearing a
pair of jeans.  He walked up to my desk, and I could see the bulge in his
jeans with his cock pointing down his pant's leg.  I gestured for him to
sit down, and he did.  I asked him how could I help him, and he sat there
for a minute.  Finally he said "Mr. Brunson, I owe you an apology for my
actions this morning."  I looked at him and said "Continue."  He said
"Well, I had to show my cock to a teacher during a class, and I felt that
you were the safest one for me to do it to.  I am being initiated into a
group on the football team, and they require us to do things like that.  I
apologize."  I thought about my response and said "Dakota, I think that was
a brazen thing for you to do and I am probably one of a few that could deal
with it and continue with class, but I would not suggest that you continue
such activities as you can and will be expelled for such behavior."  He
said "I was very scared at first, then it got to be a game and when you
looked back that last time and I jerked my leg up, I began to get hard."  I
didn't have words at that point.  He continued "Mr. Brunson, when you
turned around that last time, you really looked at my cock, what were you
thinking?"

I swallowed and then I said "Dakota, first of all this is not a normal
conversation that I would have with a student of mine, but to answer your
question, I was thinking as to whether I needed to report this, but I was
also thinking that there had to be some kind of game involved.  You moved
your seat so that you would be in plain sight.  I just hope that none of
the students saw you hanging out."  He turned red and said "Well sir, I did
it on a dare, and as part of the initiation, but I think......... oh well
forget it."  I asked him if he need help with science, and he said that he
was having a problem with a physics question.  I had him move his chair to
my desk so that we could work the problem together.  When he seemed to have
the gist of the problem, he left, and I went home.

I arrived home, and the boys were at the dining room table studying and
completing homework.  I walked on into the kitchen and started supper.  I
pulled some ground beef out and browned it on the stove.  I cut up two
tomatoes, an onion, shredded some lettuce, opened a jar of salsa, opened a
bag of cheese, and warmed up some taco shells.  I called the boys in the
kitchen, and we had fast tacos.  They finished, and then went back to the
dining room to finish their homework.

Around 6:30 the doorbell rang, and I answered the door.  It was Jared and
Matt.  I asked them in, and they walked through and spoke to the boys.
Myles hugged Jared, and Rob shook Matt's hand.  Jay and Ryan gave them fist
bumps.  We went on into the family room, and they brought me up to date on
their classes.  They began to tell me about the issues with the chemistry
class.

I listened, and then, I sat on the floor between them and began to work
though some of the issues they were having.  In about two hours, they said
that they felt better, but would like to continue to have my tutoring over
the semester.

Everybody was out of the house by 9 o'clock which was late for the boys,
but they had a lot of homework due to it being a short week.  I turned off
the lights, secured the house, and went to my bedroom.  Ryan walked in and
sat on the bed and talked about Matt and Jared.  He wanted to know if they
were just stupid or what?  I looked at him and said, "Ryan, not everyone
understands math and science like you do, some of their strengths are
elsewhere maybe in the social sciences or language arts."  He smiled and
said "Just checking - you know I like them, and I think it is great that
they called you for help.  After all, it is kinda like a pay-back for all
the time they spent with us this summer at the pool."

I agreed, and then told him that he needed to hit the bed as it was getting
late, and he was not used to the school schedule yet.  He got up, walked to
the door, closed it and went to his room.

I got a fast evening shower and crawled into bed.  I lay there for a few
minutes thinking about my day, the meeting with Mr. Richards, the meeting
with the policeman, the events with Dakota, the meeting with Phil, and
finally the time with Jared and Matt.  I smiled and drifted off to sleep.
My dreams would make for a good night.

The next morning dawned early, and I crawled out of bed, stretched, and
made my way to the bathroom.  I finished my morning rituals, got dressed,
and walked down to wake Ryan.  He was easier to wake up this morning, so I
walked back to the kitchen and cooked some waffles and bacon.  He joined me
and we ate a quick breakfast, then we both left for school.

The next few days were typical get up, go to work/school, come home, study,
cook , clean the kitchen, grade papers, study / do homework and then go to
bed.  Phil's group continued to work on the project in the backyard and
Phil was projecting to have it completed in a week if not sooner.  I was
relieved with that timeframe.  I was so looking forward to Friday night as
I had planned on a night with Phil, while the boys were at the movies and
spending the night at one of their other friend's home.

Friday finally arrives, and I head to work.  Today is a testing day, so I
start the testing process in first period, walk the room making sure that
there is no cheating going on or answer some simple procedural questions.
I begin to walk the classroom second period and grade the tests at the same
time.  I am impressed with the results so far, as it seems that everyone
took the time to study and even took an impressive amount of time and
detail while answering the essay question.  The day finally ends, and I
stay for an hour afterwards to finish grading the tests and recording the
grades.  I leave the school and head home.

I am halfway home, and that little thought that has been planted in my head
and nagging at me suddenly causes me to head to the local GMC dealership.
I get out, walk around, and look at the Denali XL Yukon.  I open the door
and that new car smell just overtakes me.  My cock actually hardens with
that smell.  Yeah, I am a sucker for a new car.  I get in, and the driver's
seat is so comfortable.  I try to imagine a trip with the four boys in this
vehicle as they have grown over the past few months, and the current Yukon
is getting cramped.  A salesman comes over and begins the sales talk with
me.  I ask several questions regarding gas mileage, sound systems, safety
features, trade-in value, and special options.  The salesman is very
knowledgeable and is a rarity.  He does not try to pressure me to purchase
at that very moment.  I finish talking with him and take his card.  I tell
him that I will give this some additional thought, and will probably get
back with him in the very near future.  I walk out, get in the old Yukon,
and feel rather guilty about taking her to see her possible replacement.
Yeah, I am attached to this ol' girl.

I drive home and remember that the boys are spending the night at another
friend's home tonight.  I drive in and park.  Phil's truck is still at the
house, so I go in, drop my stuff off, and head to the backyard.  Phil is
making a few final adjustments to the water flow for the waterfall.  I am
impressed; the project is everything that I had envisioned.  The plantings
are complete, the swing, benches, and glider are in place, the waterfall
provides the soothing sounds and splashes some of the surrounding plants,
while the fountain placed at the other end spews in a staggered pattern.
The final component is the outdoor sound system which has been installed
outside, but has not been connected to the house stereo system.  Phil makes
the final adjustments and stands up.  He smiles when he sees me, and I
cannot help but beam at him.

He just warms my heart so much.  He walks over and gives me a kiss.  He
then says that he needs my help to run the speaker wire for the sound
system.

I tell him that I need to go change clothes, so I go in, and go to my room.
I quickly strip down and locate my jogging shorts, a sleeveless t-shirt,
and a pair of my old deck shoes.  I return outside, and we begin to work on
burying the wire around the yard in the flower beds, and then to the wall
of the back porch area.  He drills a small hole in the wall and feeds the
wire in it.  I then go into the attic and pull it across to the channel
leading to the house's stereo system.  Phil in the meantime, has pulled the
wire that I placed in the channel out and has started connecting it to the
stereo.  He finishes as I come out of the attic.  I was very happy to get
out of that hot place.  I walk to where he is, and he starts laughing as I
am wet with sweat and dirty with attic dust.  He takes me outside, and we
listen to the sound system.  It is a very nice addition to our outside.  He
then walks over, picks up the water hose, turns it on, and in a moment has
turned it on me washing me down with cold water.  I yell when the water
hits me, but I soon appreciate its coolness and its ability to clean me up.

I am soon drenched and he is standing there in his dry work clothes.  I
ponder whether I should attack him or just move on to a real shower.  I
decided that since I wanted more quality time with him that I would move us
to the shower and then the night could begin.

Phil walked out to his truck and brought his clothes and toiletries in to
my bathroom.  I adjusted the shower and its temperature.  We both stripped
and walked into the shower together.  We walked under the showerhead and
just allowed the water to run over our bodies.  I began to let my hands
roam over his neck and chest.  I reached up and pulled him closer to me so
that I could taste his lips and enjoy a long tongue dueling kiss.  I broke
the kiss, placed my hands on his shoulders, and slowly pushed him down on
his knees.  He opened his mouth and took my cock in and began to twirl his
tongue around its head.  He then began to slide downwards towards my pubes
and back up.  He reached up with his right hand and began to massage my
balls, my legs went weak, and I almost fell.  This man knows how to caress
a cock and massage the feelings in my balls.  I stand there and enjoy his
attention to my cock and balls.  I begin to feel a tingle in my balls; I
tried to get him to stand up; but he was determined to continue sucking me
until he achieved his goal - my cum.

I had to grab his head to continue standing.  I know I squeezed his head
when my first shot exited my cock.  I shot about five shots, but I did not
keep an accurate count as I was definitely enjoying this shower escapade.
He finished cleaning my cock and gradually began to stand up.

He pushed me toward the back wall of the shower and I was able to stand
completely by myself.  I looked at him and pulled him to me again.  I
kissed this man with all of the lust that I had in me.  He said "Doug,
let's finish this shower, go eat, and then spend the rest of the night in
the bed."  I agreed, so we hurriedly washed each other.  I had the hardest
time not going down on my knees and taking his beautiful cock in my mouth,
but I decided to hold off until later tonight.  We finished our shower,
dried off, combed our hair, put on our deodorants and colognes, dressed in
cargo shorts and buttoned down shirts, and left for a night out somewhere.

Phil decided to drive, thus taking the decision of where we eat off my
shoulders.  He headed out of town, and after about thirty minutes, we
pulled into a restaurant back in the woods that I had never heard of prior
to tonight.  We got out and walked into the restaurant.  As soon as we
entered the door, the owner approached Phil and hugged him, welcoming him
by name to the restaurant.  Phil turned to me and introduced me to the
owner.  We were then seated at one of the best tables in the restaurant and
given a complimentary bottle of wine.  I looked at Phil and said "Okay, so
what gives with the hugs, and the wine?"  He said "Well, I have done a lot
of work on the grounds here and at their home.  He has always wanted me to
come to the restaurant and enjoy a night of his cooking.  I have always
declined, as I did not have a special person in my life, but tonight that
has changed."  I felt my face blush, as this was a definite compliment to
my ego and I really did feel like I could love Phil with all of my heart.

Soon a sampler plate of appetizers arrived at our table and we began to
enjoy them along with the bottle of wine.  Midway through enjoying the
appetizers, the owner approached our table and began to talk with us about
our likes and dislikes.  After a few minutes of conversation, he turned and
left without showing us a menu or asking what we wanted to eat.  Phil and I
used this time to talk about our work week with him telling me that the
project at the house was 95% finished and that all he had to finish was
putting in a few more plants.  I told him about my week back with the
students and some of the highlights of reading the essays.  After a while,
I lean over towards Phil and ask if we should request a menu and he says,
"Let's give it a few more minutes, and then, we can ask."  We had no sooner
finished that conversation than a waiter approached our table with two
plates.  He placed them in front of us, and I was stunned to see two large
T-bone steaks covered with a mushroom sauce, a side of grilled baby
asparagus, and a twice-baked potato.  I said "Oh, I think there has been a
mistake as we have not ordered yet, the waiter looked at me and said
"Didn't Georgeo come and talk with you?"  I looked at Phil and he said
"Yes, he did."  The waiter continued, "Didn't he talk to you about your
favorite foods?"  I said "Yes."  The waiter then said, "Well Georgeo prides
himself on making the best choice for his clients based on his conversation
with them."  I looked at Phil and said "Well, let's see how he did."  I
took my knife, sliced into my steak, speared a piece with my fork, and
placed it in my mouth.  I cannot describe the incredible taste of the
tenderest steak that I have ever put in my mouth.  I tried the steak with
the twice-baked potato, and it enhanced its flavor even more.  I cut a few
asparagus spears and tried them, perfection! And asparagus is not one of my
favorites - well let's make that - was not one of my favorites.

Georgeo has proven himself to me.  I smiled during the entire meal, and
Phil laughed at how much I was enjoying the meal.  Our waiter came through,
checked on us, and asked about the quality of our food.  I could only find
one word - Heaven!  Phil agreed, and we ate everything on the plate.  As we
were finishing, our waiter returned with a decadent chocolate glazed
chocolate layered cake.  I tried it, and it was almost beyond description,
oh my, lick the fork, lick the plate, lick Phil's lips good.

We finished the dessert and savored a final glass of wine.  We waited for
our bill and shortly Georgeo emerged with a smile on his face and asked
"How was your dinner?"  We both told him that if we did not know where we
were, that we would say that we had eaten in Heaven.

He laughed and said "I love talking to my patrons, and then trying to match
what I have heard from them to the foods that we have cooking that night.
I find that people spend too much time trying to make decisions from a
menu, get the dishes mixed up, and are unhappy when the meal is served to
them.  I detest young people who come in and want a hamburger and fries.

In fact, I have thought several times of making this an exclusive adults'
only establishment, but the government makes it impossible to do that."  I
looked at Phil and said "I would like to bring the boys here."  Georgeo
looked at me and asked "The boys?"  I said "Yes, I have a son, and he has
three friends who are at my house almost constantly.  I take them out to
eat, and they have developed great manners and an appreciation of good
food."  Georgeo smiled and said "I would love to meet some young people who
appreciate good food, and know how to appreciate it."  I looked at Phil and
said "We will have to bring the boys in a few weeks, but it will have to be
a surprise to them."  Phil agreed and asked for the check.  Georgeo looked
at Phil and said "Mr. Phil you and your friend are my guests tonight.  You
finally responded to my numerous invitations.  Go my friend and have a
fantastic evening."  Phil tried to do some type of payment, but Georgeo was
adamant that this was his gift to Phil.

We shook Georgeo's hand and left the building.  We got back in Phil's truck
and headed back to my house.  I said "Phil, I cannot tell you how much I
enjoyed that meal tonight; I was constantly surprised with how well he
matched our food choices with our likes after only talking with us for
about ten minutes."  Phil said "Georgeo, is a master, and he has sent
samples home with me after I did work at the restaurant.  I can honestly
tell you, I never threw anything away."

We chatted about a number of other topics, and soon we were pulling into my
driveway.

We got out, walked into the house, and sat down in the family room.  It was
now really dark outside, and Phil pulled me up and led me outside.  The
waterfall and fountain were operating and the outdoor lighting was
beautiful.  We walked out and sat close together in the swing.  We pushed
off with our feet and the swing just moved back and forth in a very easy
motion.  Phil looked over at me, and we kissed.  He broke away, and said
"Doug, I had hoped that this project would meet your expectations, but I
really wanted it to be a special place for us.  Do you truly like it?"  I
told him it was beyond my expectations.  He smiled and reached for my hand.
We stayed in the swing for a while and then he said "I will be right back."
He ran into the house and then I heard the sound system click on with some
romantic music playing very softly in the background.  He returned, and we
sat there for a while with my head on his shoulder, kissing, hand-holding,
and rubbing each other's crotches.  We listened to the music, and when
those CDs ended, we got up and went into the house.  Phil continued on to
my room while I locked up the house.

I finished the security check and walked into my bedroom.  Phil was in bed
with the covers on my side turned down and the lamp on my side of the bed
turned to its lowest setting.  I went to the bathroom and took care of my
personal business.  I stripped off my clothes, returned to the bedroom,
walked over to the bed, turned off the lamp, and rolled into the bed beside
Phil.  He turned towards me, and we kissed.  We nibbled each other's ears,
tongued our way down each other's neck and down to our nipples.  He bit my
right nip and pulled on it.  There was a surge of power in my cock.  He
then began to let his tongue swirl around it, and then, he moved to the
left one and did the same thing.  I rolled over on top of him, and he
spread his legs, placed his feet in the center of my back, and pushed me
down.  My cock began to do a search of its own to find that warm cave that
it was longing to spend some time in tonight.  I moved up, and there it
was.  I pressed and I began to sink in as Phil had already taken care of
the preliminaries by applying some of the boy butter that he found in my
medicine cabinet.  He moved and I slid on in, soon I was balls deep in his
love tunnel.  I pulled out and slid back in, and then I began a rhythm of
in and out while we were kissing and loving one another.  He rolled me over
and now he was on top and he began to ride my cock like he had a major itch
in his tunnel.  His cock began to bounce and leak pre-cum on my abs.  I
rolled him back over and began to pummel his ass.  Soon I felt him tighten
down on my cock and he started spurting cum between us; that turned
something on in me, and I began to pound him with a vengeance.  I soon was
spewing my load in him.  I collapsed on top of him, and we lay there for a
few minutes until we regained our breath.  I rolled off of him, and he
leaned over and kissed me.  He pulled me closer to him, I put my head on
his shoulder.  We just lay there for a while, soon we drifted off to sleep.

I woke up the next morning and looked over at Phil.  He was still sleeping,
and I just lay there looking at his face.  He was so handsome laying there
with his upper chest exposed and his morning beard just beginning to show.
I leaned over and gave him a good morning kiss on his lips.  He began to
wake up, and I let my tongue trace the outline of his lips.  He woke up,
grabbed me, and rolled on top of me.  We kissed and tussled for a few
minutes.  Finally, we decided to get up and took our morning shower
together.  We dressed and I made us a traditional breakfast complete with
homemade biscuits.  We ate breakfast, and then, Phil said he needed to load
up his remaining tools.  I walked outside, helped him gather his tools in a
central location, and then, we finished a few more plantings.  He walked
the backyard and showed me an area near the house where he would suggest
that I put a hammock.  I suddenly remembered that I had bought one, and it
was stored in the garage.  We found it and put it up between two trees.  It
would receive sun during the morning, but would be in the shade from
mid-day to nightfall.  We loaded the tools in his truck, and Phil was on
his way home by noon after another kiss.

I returned to the house, started washing clothes, and cleaning my room.
Around 2 o'clock the boys returned in full force.  I was in my room
stripping the bed when Ryan walked in, sniffed the air, and said "Someone
had fun last night!"  I looked at him and he said "The nose knows Dad!"  I
said "Ryan, yeah we had a good time last night, how was yours?"  He sat
down on my bed just as I was trying to pull the bottom sheet off.  I had to
stop what I was doing as he was sitting on the bottom sheet thus thwarting
my efforts to remove it.  I looked at him, and I instantly knew something
was wrong.  I sat down by him, pulled him to me, and asked what is wrong?
He said "Dad, you know I have always said that we are all happier when we
stay here and I have to tell you that again.  Last night was a disaster.
We had to pair up and go to bedrooms rather than pulling sleeping bags down
and sleeping in the den or another room.

They ordered pepperoni pizza for all of us along with some drinks.  We ate,
and they put on a movie which we all had seen already.  Then at eleven
o'clock we were told to go to bed.  I shared a room with Myles, and we were
okay together, but Rob had to room with Jay, and I think they had some
problems.  Dad, we are going to spend the night here tonight and well, I
think we are going to need that extra bottle of lube and some condoms."

I shook my head, as I could not believe how matter of fact Ryan was in
telling me about the upcoming plans for the evening.  I said "I am glad
that you have decided to trust me with this information, but can you tell
me more?"  He said "Dad, things are so bad that Rob, Myles and I have
decided that one of us will have to fuck Jay tonight so that maybe he will
stop hitting on us."  I said "Ryan, I thought he had backed off after the
trip to Panama City Beach."  He said "Dad, it has as far as Shane is
concerned, but he is now pushing us to be sexual with him.  I don't want to
do it, and neither do the other guys; but something has to happen.  So we
figure since we are his friends, and we know him; that it has to be one of
us before he goes out and makes a major mistake.  We will draw straws
tonight.  You know it used to be me and Jay and Rob and Myles but lately it
seems to be more me and Myles and Rob and Jay.  I don't understand what has
happened to him, but it is really bothering me."  I pulled him to me and
kissed the top of his head.  He began to cry, I talked to him, and told him
that we would face this together.  He looked up at me and said "That is why
I knew I could come and talk to you, you are so open to me, and I love you
so much."

He pulled himself together, left my bedroom, and I finished stripping my
bed.  Ryan gathered his clothes along with his sheets and brought them to
the laundry room.  We alternately washed clothes so that we were finished
by five o'clock.  We took quick showers, redressed, and headed to the
grocery store to get the stuff we needed to make spaghetti, salad, toasted
Italian bread, and a key lime pie.

We returned home, and Ryan began work on the salad, while I browned the
meat, drained the fat off, added onions and allowed them to steam in the
meat.  Ryan opened the bags of lettuce mix, sliced the onions, diced the
tomatoes, boiled the eggs, sliced the mushrooms, and grated the cheese.
After the eggs were boiled, peeled, cooled and diced, he put the salad
together with the lettuce mix on the bottom, followed by a layer of onions,
tomatoes, mushrooms, chopped boiled eggs, and topped it off with cheese.
He put a plastic cover on the bowl, and let the flavors blend in the
refrigerator.  I added the diced tomatoes, tomato sauce, and seasoning to
the meat mix on the stove.  Ryan took two sleeves of graham crackers placed
them in a zip lock bag, crushed them, and placed them in a bowl.  He added
some melted butter to them, mixed them so that they were moistened, and
then he pressed them into a pie pan.  In the meantime, I mixed 1/2 cup
fresh key lime juice, five beaten egg yolks, and one can of condensed milk
together.  I poured my mixture into the graham cracker pie shell that Ryan
had made.  I saved the five egg whites in the refrigerator for a later
cooking experience.  I put the pie in the oven which had been preheated to
350 degrees for about 20 minutes. In the meantime, I stirred the meat
sauce, and did a taste test.  It was on target, I pulled the pie out of the
oven when the timer went off and allowed it to cool on the counter.

Myles was the first to arrive and wanted to know what we were eating.  Ryan
told him that we were having spaghetti, a salad and key lime pie.  He
looked at me and said "no bread?"  Ryan said, "Oh yeah, I forgot - bread."
Myles went to the kitchen, found the loaf of Italian bread, sliced it,
slathered it with garlic butter, and allowed it to sit until we were almost
ready to eat.

Within thirty minutes, Rob and Jay arrived.  I put a pot of water on to
boil, and when, it was boiling, I added the spaghetti noodles.  I turned
the oven to broil and allowed it to heat up.

When it was ready, I put the bread in so that it was slightly browned and
crunchy.  I finished up the cooking, put everything on the counter and
called the boys to eat. Ryan provided everybody with drinks, while Jay
pulled out the salad dressings, and mozzarella cheese.  They fixed their
plates, and sat down at the counter to eat.

We finished eating, and Rob and Jay cleaned the kitchen while Myles and
Ryan moved things around in the family room.  After the kitchen was
cleaned, the leftovers stored, and everything back in its place in the
kitchen, Jay and Rob joined us in the family room for a movie.  After the
first movie, the boys started shower rotations until all had taken a shower
and were dressed in their boxer briefs for the night.  The doorbell rang,
and I answered it.  It was Shane.  He walked in and sat down on the sofa
close to where I had been sitting.  I joined him.  He looked around the
room and focused his attention on Jay.  Jay refused to look at him.  Shane
said "Jay, you and I need to talk and this is the only place that we can do
it.  Do we need to go outside or do you want to stay here and talk in front
of the others and Pops?"  Jay lifted his head and glared at Shane.  He said
"I hate you so much, I do not want to talk to you here, there, or on Mars."

Shane said "Jay, we are going to talk, and I am going to give you a final
choice here with everyone or outside with just us, which is it going to
be?"  Jay sat there and said nothing.  Shane said "Okay Jay, I gave you a
choice, but you refused to make it.  I am now going to make the choice, and
that is that, we will discuss this with everyone present as they seem to
know everything."  Jay jerked his head up and shouted "You don't have the
guts!"

Shane began by saying "You have refused to speak to me since we arrived
home from Panama City Beach.  Mom and Dad have noticed it, and they are
asking me questions.  I am tired of lying for you, and I am ready to tell
dad what is going on.  I am giving you until tomorrow night at 6 o'clock to
get your act together and treat me like your brother or at 6:01 I go to
Dad, did you hear me?"  Jay jerked his head towards Shane, glared and
stated "I heard you, but you don't have the balls to tell Dad.  I am
calling your bluff."  Shane looked at Jay and said "Little man, you are
wrong.  I have given you a timeline, the ball is now in your court.  I go
to Dad at 6:01, with or without you."

Shane then looked over at me and said "Pops, can we speak outside for a few
minutes?"  We got up and walked outside.  Shane turned to me and then he
heard the waterfall.  He said "What is that?"  I told him that I had a
waterfall and fountain put in, and I walked him out to look at it.  He was
impressed.  We sat down on the glider and talked.  I listened to Shane
describe Jay's actions at home, and I told him that I would try to talk to
Jay tonight.  He said "Pops, he is slowly turning the other guys against
him.  He and Ryan were close, and now it is Ryan and Myles.  Rob is the
only one that really associates with him."  I was torn as I knew the boys'
plans, and I knew that Shane was really hurt by Jay's actions.

I sat there, and Shane started to get up.  I put my hand on his thigh and
held him in place.  He looked at me and I said "Shane, the boys are very
concerned about Jay.  They have decided to try and take things in their
hands tonight."  "What do you mean? He asked.  I said "One of them is going
to give him the penetration that he is seeking."  "What the hell?  He
shouted.  I said "Not my idea, theirs.  I think they are at the end of
their ropes.  They have decided to draw straws.  I think that is much the
wrong way, but evidently he is pressuring them to penetrate him."  Shane
said "What do you think?"  I looked him in the eye and said "I have tried
everything I know, beyond talking to Justin.  I have never been involved in
anything like this in my life.  I am frustrated.  Part of me thinks that
maybe he needs to get fucked by a friend because at the rate he is going
right now; I fear that he will go outside the friends and find someone who
might be carrying a disease."  Shane said "Pops, I understand that line of
thinking.  He wanted it to be me so he does have some idea of love behind
it.  Are you going to talk to him tonight?"  I said "Shane, I am going to
try to talk to him before I go to bed if I can find an opening, if not, I
guess I will allow things to just happen as they happen.  The boys are at a
stage of experimenting, you and I know that.  I will admit thought that I
am having a problem with allowing it knowingly happen."

We both got up and walked back to the house.  Shane entered and I followed
him.  There were four sets of eyes locked onto us as we walked through to
the front door.  I stepped out the front door with Shane and assured him
that if I had the chance I would talk to Jay, if I was unable then I would
let him know tomorrow.  He turned and asked "Are you going to intervene
with the sex?"  I said "I honestly don't know, but I am leaning towards
letting it happen for his safety, at least the guys are clean."  He turned,
and I could tell that he really cared about Jay.  He said "Pops, I think
you are right, I just hate that I know, I could probably deal with things
if I didn't, but thanks for trusting me enough to fill me in.  I need to
get a move on as I have to shower, dress, and pick Alisha up dinner out, a
movie, and maybe I'll get lucky otherwise, I might come see you" and he
laughed.  I said "Shane, I think those days are probably over, and he said
"Oh so someone has taken my place?"  I said "Very possible." and smiled.
He turned and headed over to his house.  I went back in and sat down on the
sofa.  The boys already had the sleeping bags laid out and were waiting on
me to start the second movie.

I started the second movie and stretched out on the sofa.  Myles moved so
that he was on the floor near my chest and Ryan moved to the sofa and put
my head in his lap.  Rob moved closer to Myles and Jay crawled up in the
sofa behind my legs.  Things had not changed; the boys were still my boys
even though they were getting older and bigger.  I smiled and focused on
the movie.  Midway of the movie I had to pee so I got up, went to the
bathroom, took care of business, returned to the kitchen, made popcorn,
drizzled some butter and popcorn salt on it, pulled out some bowls, got
drinks for everyone, and took it all to the family room.  The boys grabbed
themselves a bowl full of popcorn and a drink.  We ate popcorn and watched
the movie to its end.

After the movie finished, I gathered the drink cans, popcorn bowls, and
took them to the kitchen while the boys made their final bathroom visits.
As Jay reentered the family room, I ask if I could see him for a moment.
He rolled his eyes and I said "Jay, I saw that, and it was totally uncalled
for, do not let it happen again."  He said "Yes sir." He came to where I
was standing and I said "Do you need to talk to me?"  He said "Honestly
Pops, I don't know, do you need to talk to me?"  I looked at him and said
"Go wait for me in my bedroom."  He left and I finished whatever it was
that I was doing.  I turned out the lights and the boys wanted to know
where Jay was.  I told them that he would join them in a few minutes.

I walked into my bedroom and he was under the cover sitting in my bed
waiting for me.  I walked on in to my bathroom and took care of my personal
needs, then I walked back out and sat on the bed next to Jay.  I looked at
Jay and said "Jay, I am concerned with the lack of a relationship that
exists between you and Shane.  You guys were getting along so well during
the summer and now you are back to the point of not getting along."  He
said "Pops, Shane does not respect me, he has started back to calling me
names, chasing me out of the house and I think he wants to ban me from
being his brother."  I sat there a few minutes and said "Jay, I think you
are wrong on parts of what you said.  I talked with Shane tonight, and I
heard a lot of love and concern in his voice for you.  The fact is that
Shane does not want to have sex with you is because he is your older
brother and does not want to commit incest."  Jay sat up and looked at me
and said "Pops, he entered me when we were in Panama City Beach, and I
could tell he wanted to go further."  I said "Jay, he talked to me about
that night, you started it and he tried to scare you.  He admitted to me
that he could have finished the task at hand, but he did not want to do it
because he just did not feel right about it.  It is the same feeling that I
had with Ryan when you were putting him up to have sex with me."  Jay
started to protest, but I cut him off with "I understand that you have an
idea that having male to male intercourse is going to be fun.  I can tell
you that it really hurts the first time, and it does feel good later on,
but you have to be careful with whom you choose to give yourself.  You
cannot go out and just play around with anyone, you have to know that
person, know that they are clean, disease free, and that they will maintain
your privacy."  He said "Pops, I know that I have to play it safe, and I
plan to do that.  I just want to see how it feels once and for all.  I am
worried that Shane will go to Dad, and then, I may be kicked out of the
family.  I may have to move in with you."  I said "Jay, let's not get the
cart before the horse, you need to talk to Shane and work on your
relationship.  That is something that you can do, and it will not hurt you.
Now, I think you need to go and join the other boys as I have to get some
sleep."  He eased out of bed and as he left my room he turned out my
overhead light.  I stripped down to my boxer briefs and got into bed.  I
soon drifted off to sleep.

After a while I was awakened by Ryan.  He said "Dad, where are the condoms
and lube?"  I told him where they were and he left.  I lay there and
wondered if I should get up and investigate.  I finally talked myself into
letting them explore their sexuality, so I lay there and gradually lulled
myself back to sleep.

I woke up the next morning with Ryan and Myles in bed with me.  I shook
them awake and asked them why they were in bed with me.  Ryan said "Dad, we
drew straws last night and Rob lost, so he had to do Jay, and we did not
want to be there during it so we came in here and joined you in bed."

I lay there not knowing what to say or do.  I came up with several
possibilities, maybe Jay chickened out, maybe Rob couldn't rise to the
occasion, maybe Rob decided that it was gross and he called it off, but if
any of that had happened why didn't they come get Myles and Ryan?  I said
"We need to get up and see if everything is okay."  I pushed Myles out of
bed, and I got out behind him.  I made Ryan get out of bed, and I sent both
of them to the bathroom while I used mine.  I walked into the kitchen and
looked into the family room; Rob and Jay were sleeping on the same sleeping
bag and had a blanket covering them.  I made some noise in the kitchen and
they began to wake up.  Rob threw the cover off of them, and I could see
that they were both naked.  Jay stretched and sat up.  He looked around the
room and wanted to know where Ryan and Myles were, I told him that they
were in the restroom.  Jay looked around for his boxer briefs, but finally
decided to just get up and go to the restroom.  I watched him and as he
started to the bathroom, I noticed that he was walking a little funny.  I
knew then that Rob had manned up and fucked him.  Rob looked at me and said
"Pops, I had no choice, he wanted it, and we drew straws."  I said "I
understand, were there any issues?"  He said "Maybe, I can tell you he
hurts as he was extremely tight.  Maybe he will stop this crap now, but
either way I am not going back in there."  Rob got up and walked down to
the bathroom naked.  I looked around the room and saw the lube, the box of
condoms, and the used condom.  I could tell that there was a small amount
of sperm in the condom.  I decided to leave it where it was and see who
disposed of it.

All of the boys returned to the family room and began to clean up.  Jay
looked over at the used condom, grabbed it, walked back down to the
bathroom and evidently flushed it.  He returned and tried to get dressed.
He had difficulty raising his legs.  Myles noticed this and asked him what
was wrong.  He evidently forgot that I was there and said "Myles, Rob
fucked me last night with his hard cock.  If you had it up your ass you
would be sore too."  Ryan said "Well Jay, was it everything that you wanted
it to be?"  Jay said "It hurt big time.  Rob is not a compassionate lover,
but yeah I got what I wanted. I think I have had enough for now."

I smiled and continued to make breakfast.  The boys got the family room
straightened up and they started taking their showers together.  I had
breakfast on the counter by the time the last two finished.  We all ate in
relative quiet.  I did notice that Rob was a little more boastful than
normal.  I guess he was now the big man in the room.  Jay was very quiet,
and well the other two just sat and watched Jay and Rob.

After breakfast was finished, I cleaned the kitchen and laid out some ribs
for supper. The boys put on a movie that corresponded to a book they were
reading in class.  Ryan and Myles got on the sofa while Rob and Jay sat on
the floor.  My cell phone buzzed and I picked it up and there was a text
from Shane wanting to know how the night went.  I texted him back and told
him to meet me at Target at eleven o'clock.  He texted his reply stating
that he would be there and that he would meet me by the buggies at the
front of the store.

I dressed and told the boys that I had to go shopping.  I headed out to
Target.  Shane was waiting for me, we went in, and I started my shopping
while I talked to Shane. I told him that I had talked to Jay, but he was
determined to go through with the penetration.  I told him everything that
I knew as to how it went down, but I told him that nothing had really been
discussed in front of me.  He said "Well, I meant what I said about 6:01."
I said "Shane, I hope that he will come to you, I have encouraged him to do
so, he has experienced what he wanted, now let's see what happens."  He
said "I have to leave now as I am working today from 12:30 until 5 o'clock,
and I have to go eat before I go to work."  He left, and I finished my
shopping.  I returned home and Rob, Myles and Ryan helped me take the stuff
into the house.  I asked where Jay was, and they told me that he went home
about forty minutes ago.  I sent Ryan over to check on him, and soon they
were both back at the house.  Ryan told me later that Jay had to go change
clothes as had some blood on his underwear.

I was concerned and called Jay over to me.  I asked him if he was okay, and
he looked over at Ryan.  He said "You told him didn't you?"  Ryan said "I
did."  Jay looked up at me and said "It is true, I had some blood on my
underwear, and I had to go change."  I asked him what did he do with the
underwear and he said "I put them in the dirty clothes."  He then realized
what he had done, and he was out of the house and on his way to his house
again.  He was back in about five minutes with his dirty underwear.  He
asked Ryan if he could put them in with his dirty clothes, Ryan looked at
me and I nodded yes.

I told Jay that he needed to go to my bedroom so that we could talk.  We
both walked into my bedroom and I closed the door.  We walked over and sat
on the bed.  I said "Okay Jay, I know what happened, now you need to tell
me about it."  He started out trying to change the subject, but I would not
allow it. I kept calling him back to the question.  Finally he admitted
that it was not as much fun as he thought it would be, and that, his ass
was very sore.  I asked about the bleeding, and he said that he was still
passing some blood.  I looked at him and said "Jay, come over here and drop
your shorts and underwear."  He begged me to not make him do it, but I told
him that someone needed to check him out and it was either with me or his
mom or dad.

He gulped when I mentioned his mom and dad.  I reminded him that I had seen
him naked many times and in fact I had seen him naked that morning.  He
stepped over to me and dropped his clothing.  His cock was hard and his
balls were pulled tight to his body.  I said "Turn around and spread your
cheeks."  He started shaking and begging me to not make him do it.  I said
"Jay, we need to make sure that the point of entry is okay."  He finally
turned around and spread his cheeks.  I looked at his hole and I could see
some blood seeping from a small cut to his asshole.  I got up, walked to my
bathroom medicine cabinet, located a mediated cream, returned to the bed,
had him stand before me again, and I applied the cream to his ass hole.

He jumped when I applied the cold cream to his ass.  I finished and told
him to get dressed.  He rejoined the boys and I found something to do in my
office.

After an hour or so in my office, I returned to the family room to find
that Rob and Myles had gone home leaving only Ryan and Jay.  They were
sitting on the sofa talking.  They stopped when I entered so I continued on
out to the backyard.  After a while, Ryan found me and told me that Jay had
left to go home.  I ask him if I needed to know anything and he told me
that Jay seemed to be ready to put his issue behind him.  I said "I hope
so."

I looked at my cell phone and it was 4 o'clock.  I asked Ryan who would be
at the house for dinner that night, and he said he would go make the phone
calls.  He reported back that it would be just Myles, himself, and me.

I went to the kitchen and started preparing the ribs for the grill.  I
started the baked beans cooking and then I focused on making the coleslaw.
Ryan wanted a peach cobbler, so he went to the freezer and pulled out a
pack of frozen peaches.  He wanted to make the cobbler so I walked him
through the process.  He did a pretty good job.  My boy is a mini-me.

I looked at the clock on the microwave and it read 5:15.  I thought to
myself that Shane must be home by now and since Jay was not here that
maybe, just maybe they were talking.  I looked at my cell phone and there
was not text from Shane.

I turned the grill on and placed the potatoes on it.  Myles returned about
that time with more clothes since his mom had to work the night shift this
weekend.  I shuttled him on into the family room with Ryan.  I walked back
out to the grill, turned the potatoes and turned the grill down to low.  I
returned to the kitchen and noticed that it was now 5:45.  I said a prayer
asking that the right thing happen between Shane and Jay.

My text tone went off at 5:57.  It was from Shane.  It read Peace at Last -
My God we have peace again.  Details later tonight.

I smiled and continued with my cooking.  Ryan and Myles looked at me and
said "A miracle huh?"  I said "Yes"

End of Chapter 18 - My Son and His Friends.

I am sorry that it has taken longer than I had expected to write this
chapter.  It seems that the more I try to bring closure to some events, the
more detail has to be written.  I have also been busy with the start up of
a new class and have had a number of doctor appointments.  I will be having
sinus surgery on February 2nd.  If you have had this surgery, I would
appreciate your take on your experience and your recovery.

Thank you for your patience.  I am already working on Chapter 19.  Maybe I
can have it out in a week.

Jay