Date: Sun, 26 Oct 2014 08:02:04 -0700
From: Jay Carrington <jcee1113@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chapter 9 of My Son and His Friends

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Chapter 9 - My Son and His Friends

The next morning Ryan and I awoke to the smell of breakfast being prepared
and my dad knocking on our door.  He said "Boys, it's time for breakfast
and your mom has a spread this morning."  I nudged Ryan and we got out of
bed, put our clothes on, and went to the breakfast nook.  Dad was right mom
had prepared: bacon, hash browns with cheese and onions, fresh blueberry
muffins, sweet rolls, homemade biscuits, scrambled eggs, coffee and orange
juice.  We sat down, and started helping ourselves to the good food.  We
ate and talked about a large number of things.  Today was Wednesday, and we
had planned to travel to an amusement park about two hours away as tomorrow
would be the day we met with Allison's mom.  Mom said "Boys, go get your
showers, get dressed, Matthew (my dad), you need to get redressed, I will
finish up here in the kitchen and then I will get ready to leave.  I think
we can be out of the house by 8:30.  Now let's get a move on."

Ryan and I returned to our room, I pushed him to the shower first, then I
did my shaving and showering.  We dressed in our new polos, shorts and
older deck shoes as we would be doing a lot of walking today, and well this
was not the day for new deck shoes.  Ryan spent some time in front of the
mirror getting his hair done just so-so.  I remember those days and stood
in the background and smiled.  He turned around and saw my smile and wanted
to know why I was smiling.  I said "Son, it is like looking back in time
and seeing myself doing the same things."  He said "Yeah Dad, I bet there
are a number of things that bring back memories here" and smiled.  If only
he knew - yeah if only he knew.

We finished, and met mom and dad in the kitchen.  We walked out and got in
the Yukon.  Dad sat up front with me, while mom and Ryan sat in the middle
seat.  I backed out, and we headed on a two hour drive to the amusement
park.  We bought our tickets, and started riding rides, looking at special
presentations, eating junk foods, and ending with a performance by a well
known youth band.  Ryan loved his evening.  Mom and dad were not so
thrilled with the music, but enjoyed watching Ryan interact with the band
and the young people around him.  The show ended, and we began to make our
way out of the park.  We found the Yukon and loaded up.

Ryan started talking about how much fun the day had been with mom, and she
agreed on most of his comments.  About an hour into the return drive to mom
and dad's. Ryan started to become less animated and less vocal.  Soon mom
reported that he had dropped off to sleep.  I had to smile; he was still my
little boy.  I drove into the driveway, and we began to get out.  Mom said
"What do you want to do with Ryan?"  I told her that we would go on into
the house and I would check on him in a few minutes.  She frowned at that,
but let me do my thing.  In about fifteen minutes, we heard the front door
open and Ryan walked into the kitchen.  He asked "Why did you leave me?"  I
said "Son, you are too big for me to put on my shoulder and haul you to
bed."  He did not find that funny, but I did.  He grabbed a quick glass of
water and then headed to the bedroom.  I told mom and dad that I was tired
too, and I went to my room.  Ryan was already in bed.  I joined him
shortly.

He rolled over and said "Dad, I am not looking forward to tomorrow."  I
said, "Ryan, I understand and I too have my concerns, but we will have each
other."  He moved a little closer to me and said "I don't know her dad, I
don't remember her, I am nervous, and what do I say?  I don't want to do
all that huggy-kissy stuff."  I said "Ryan, we will get through it and by
this time tomorrow night it will be over."  He said "Okay dad."

Ryan turned over on his side and backed into me.  I turned so that I was
spooning him.  He said "Dad, I have a question that has been bothering me
since we were at the lake."  I said "What is bothering you Ryan?"  He
hesitated and finally said, "On the last morning that we were there, did
you walk into the kitchen and see something going on in the family room?"
I thought about my reply and finally said "Yes I did."  He said, "I thought
so, are you upset with me?"  I said, "Ryan, you are my son and I love you.
I have learned a lot this summer about you guys.  I will tell you that when
I was younger than you, I did some exploration too.  It is normal and I am
okay with it as long as you are safe, discrete, and keep it to the group."
He rolled over so that he was facing me and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
He said "I am so thankful that I have you as my dad. Do you realize that
some guys would have been thrown out and disowned?"  I said "Yes, son, and
we are probably in a house tonight where the parents would have done that,
now turn back around and let's get some sleep."  He did and we did with my
arm across his chest and my hand holding his left breast.

We woke up the next morning took our morning showers, and put on some
knock-about clothes until after we had eaten breakfast.  After we had eaten
one of mom's breakfast casseroles, baked ham, homemade biscuits, and a
cinnamon roll.  We sat around the breakfast table and talked.  Mom wanted
to know what time we were going to go meet Barbara.  I told her that we
would leave the house around nine-thirty because we had to meet her around
ten o'clock.  I looked over at Ryan and he had a look of fear again.  I
told him to meet me outside.  I told mom that he was very anxious about
this meeting, so I needed to go talk with him and try to calm him down.
She said that she did not know he was that nervous about it.  I told her he
was very uptight and could be close to throwing up because he didn't know
her, and that he didn't remember his mom enough to hold a conversation with
Barbara.  I told mom that I too was nervous about this as it had been a
long time since we had met and talked.  I excused myself and went to be
with Ryan outside.

I found him sitting by the fountain.  I walked over to him, sat down and
pulled him to me.  I just rubbed his shoulder and told him that everything
was going to be fine.  He said that he was really nervous and had
butterflies in his stomach.  I told him that I would be by his side the
entire time and that we would have to support one another.  We sat and
talked for awhile longer, and he began to relax.  After a while, I told him
that we needed to go get dressed, he tensed up, I pulled him to me and
kissed the top of his head.  We went in, picked out what we were going to
wear, and dressed.  We went into the kitchen, and mom gave both of us
compliments.  We told mom that we would be back for supper and that we
would go out to eat.

We loaded up in the Yukon, and headed over to Barbara's.  The closer we
came to her house, the tighter my stomach felt.  I looked over at Ryan and
I could tell we shared the same feeling.  We made it to Barbara's house and
I pulled into the driveway.  It looked to me as it had about fifteen years
ago.  I tried to ease the tension that Ryan and I were having by
remembering some events and pointing out some stuff to him.  I showed him
the swing in the yard that his mom and I used to sit in, because it allowed
us some privacy from her older brother and younger sister.  I showed him
where we used to play football on Saturdays.  We got out and began to walk
to the house.  As I walked up on the porch, I felt as I had stepped back
into time.  The memories came flooding back, and I stepped to the front
door and rang the doorbell.  As we waited for Barbara to come to the door,
I looked over at Ryan and said "and one more thing, this is where I gave
your mom my first kiss."  He looked over at me and smiled and said
"Ahhhhhh".

Barbara opened the door before he could say anything else, and I think I
was happy that she did.  She opened the door, grabbed and hugged me, she
then pulled back and looked at Ryan and pulled him into a hug.  I could
tell that he was tense.  She released him and welcomed us into her home.
She led us to the living room with her sitting in the chair that I recall
as being her favorite.  Ryan and I sat on the sofa.  He sat real close to
me.  Barbara offered us some lemonade and freshly baked peanut butter
cookies (my favorite).  That helped to loosen the tension.  Barbara told me
that she was so glad that we had come to visit her.  She started telling
Ryan about his mom and me.  She shared stories about us as young kids,
about how we started dating, about how we worked to go to school, how much
we were in love, and most importantly how much we loved him.  As she told
the stories, I could sense him relaxing and I felt many years of hostility
and walls that I had built up begin to erode.  Ryan began to ask questions
and laugh at the memories.  I had to smile and laugh as well.

After a while, Barbara suggested that we go to the dining room for lunch.
We sat down and she served us a pecan & apple Chicken salad in a tomato
cup, with crackers.  Barbara was a renowned cook in the area and had been
recognized with cooking columns in the local newspaper, awards and ribbons
for her cooking.  She finished the lunch with a slice of her famous fifteen
layer chocolate cake.  The layers were paper thin with a sweet fudge
filling.  Ryan ate everything that was offered to him and even had an
additional scoop of chicken salad.  We finished lunch and Barbara cleaned
the table with Ryan's help.

We returned to the living room and sat down.  Barbara asked Ryan some
questions about his life, what he enjoyed doing, what his plans were, did
he have questions for her, and how was life treating him?  He answered her
questions in detail and with respect, understanding and love.  He detailed
his life with me, his friends and he called them his family, he told her
that he had not yet decided what he wanted to be, but that we was leaning
toward following my interests in science, and he talked about how much fun
he had at the lake.  She looked over at me and asked me about the lake.  I
explained to her that one of our friends' parents owned the cabin and lake,
and allowed us to use it.  I pulled my phone down and shared some of the
pictures with her.  Ryan was over my shoulder, as I shared the pictures
with her.  She looked at Ryan and said "Ryan, I agree with you about the
beauty of the lake and I can tell you that your mom loved nature too."
From listening to you, I can tell you that I see many of your mom's
characteristics, loves, and beliefs in you.  I am so grateful to your dad
for raising you to be the fine young man that you are, and I am so glad to
be able to see you again.  I have always loved you."  Ryan's eyes filled
with tears and he grabbed and hugged her.

About that time, the doorbell rang.  Barbara excused herself and went to
the door.  She invited whoever it was into the house.  I looked up and it
was Allison's brother and sister.  They came in and hugged me.  Barbara
introduced them to Ryan, and he acted as if he had known them forever.  He
showed absolutely no nerves, nor did his shyness make an appearance.  I
talked to Anthony and Amy and it felt good to relive some history with
them.  Anthony told Ryan about how he used to enjoy busting in on me and
his mom.  He told about how he caught us kissing and busted us.  Ryan
laughed and ribbed me.  Amy said that she remembered going on dates with us
as the trusted chaperone.  She said that when we returned home that her mom
and dad would ask what we did, where we went, and all kind of other
questions.  Barbara denied this, but I knew that Amy was telling the truth.
Barbara brought some more lemonade to all of us and we had a few more
cookies.  I looked at my phone and it was five - thirty.  I told them that
we had enjoyed the afternoon, but we had to go back to my mom's house as we
were taking them out to dinner that night.  Everybody got up, hugged, and
they walked us out to the Yukon.

We got in and it was hard to leave such a great feeling, but we had to go.
As we were traveling, Ryan looked over at me and said "Dad, this was a good
thing, I feel like I know mom more today than I did yesterday.  Thank you
for being there with me."  I said "Ryan, I agree with you, I think it was a
wonderful visit, and I hope that we can do this again the next time we
visit my mom and dad."  He agreed.  About that time I pulled into mom and
dad's driveway.  I called mom using my phone and told her that we were
sitting in her driveway.  She told me that they were on their way out and
would join us momentarily.  Ryan moved from the front seat to the backseat
and soon everybody had assumed their normal seating arrangements.  I told
Ryan that tonight we were going to one of my favorite restaurants and mom
said "Oh yes Ryan, he would have lived there if we could have afforded it,
in fact we may still owe for some of his bills."  Ryan asked what the name
of the place was and Dad said "The Oaks Restaurant and I have to tell you
that your dad is correct, the best shrimp and steaks you could ever hope to
eat.  They also have the best desserts."

We pulled up to the restaurant and I parked.  We got out and walked into
the restaurant.  The owner was working the front counter, saw me, came over
and hugged me, my mom and my dad.  I introduced him to Ryan.  He said
"Ryan, you have an amazing dad, I have known him for a long time in fact,
he is part of the reason for the early success of my restaurant."  He
looked over at Sally one of his older waitresses and directed her to seat
us now even though there was a crowd of people waiting to be seated.  Sally
took us to a corner booth and seated us.  Our waitress came over and
introduced herself.  She took our drink order, and then she returned with
them.  I always loved their steaks and fried shrimp so that is what I
ordered.  Ryan and dad decided to order the same thing except Dad wanted
his steak medium done while Ryan and I ordered ours medium rare.  Mom
ordered a petite filet.  We all ordered baked potatoes, and a trip to the
salad bar.  We made our way to the salad bar and made our salads.  They
always have the best tomatoes, diced boiled eggs, and sweet onions along
with the other traditional salad bar fixins'.  I think the thing that I
enjoy most are the homemade rolls and of course their home made cakes.
Ryan ate everything on his plate and looked over at mine.  I told him to
put his eyes on his own plate.  He laughed and said "But daaaaaaaad I'm
still hungry."  I told him to go look at the cake table.  He came back with
three recommendations: the Italian Cream Cake, the Caramel Cake, and the
Butternut Cake.  He said there were other kinds there, but those were the
ones that he liked.  I walked over and looked at them and had to agree with
him on the Italian Cream Cake.  We ordered a slice of the Italian Cream
Cake for Ryan and me.  Dad ordered a slice of the multi-layered chocolate
cake while mom ordered a slice of the Caramel Cake.  We savored our
desserts and had another round of drinks.  We finished and I paid our bill
after an argument with dad.  This was hard for dad to accept in that he had
always been the one to pay, but tonight I was exercising my manhood,
non-sexually of course.

We returned home, went to the family room and shared our thoughts and
comments regarding our visit with Barbara.  I began the sharing, but
shortly thereafter Ryan took over and did the majority of the talking.  He
was so relaxed.  He had really listened to what Barbara, Anthony and Amy
had said about his mom and me.  We sat there and talked for a while, until
dad said that he had to go to bed.  I looked at my phone and had to agree
that it was getting late.  Mom tidied up the area and then went to her
room.  Ryan and I went to our room.  We stripped down to our boxer briefs
and crawled into bed.  He wanted to talk some more, so I just lay there,
listened, and commented when a comment was needed.  He finally rolled to
his side and told me to roll behind him. He grabbed my hand and moved it to
his crotch.  I held him and could feel that he was getting aroused.  I
moved my hand up and pulled his waistband out and moved my hand in,
grabbing his junk.  He continued to grow and began to emit some pre-cum.  I
took his cock in my hand and began to jack him off.  He stretched out and
then shoved his boxer briefs below his butt cheeks and balls.  I had free
access to his cock and balls.  I continued to play with his cock.  He began
to push into my hand and then he started cumming, I tried to cover his cock
head with my hand so that we would not leave stains.  I think I caught most
of it.  I brought my hand up to my mouth and tasted his cum.  So sweet, and
then I offered some to him.  I then got out of bed and went to the
bathroom, washed my hand, and wet a washcloth to clean up Ryan.  I went
back into the room and cleaned up my son.  He told me that he was going to
sleep naked, so I said that was fine with me.  He told me I could too, but
I was a little concerned with things.  Finally he talked me into it, so I
got up stripped and locked our door.  I returned to the bed and lay down.
Ryan rolled over and put his head on my shoulder and let his leg drape over
my leg.  He let his hands drift across my chest and down my treasure trail
to my pubes.  He started combing through them, and then he found my cock
and started playing with it.  I let him do that for a while and then I told
him that we needed to sleep.  He then reached down and played with my
balls.  He wanted to know if I thought his would be that big, and I told
him that he was well on his way.  He told me that he was so glad that we
could be this comfortable around each other. I finally went to sleep with
him laying on my shoulder and playing with my chest hair.

Sometime during the night we changed our positions, and I woke up spooning
him with my hard cock between his legs and my arm draped over holding his
left breast.  I released his breast and started to move away from him.  He
woke up, grabbed my hand and placed it over his junk again.  He turned
around and kissed me good morning.  He said "Dad I love this feeling of
being so close to you.  I want to do this when we get home.  I told him we
would have to talk about this when we were alone at home and started to
pull away.  He clamped his legs together and said "Not so fast big boy.  I
want that thing to stay right where it is."  I told him that I had to pee
and he finally let me up.  I got out of bed, pulled my boxer briefs on, put
my shorts on, walked around to his side of the bed and threw his boxers to
him.  I then went to the bathroom.

By the time I returned he had gotten up, dressed and was waiting to go to
the bathroom.  I checked in on him. and then I went to the kitchen, poured
me a glass of juice and sat down at the breakfast table.  Dad joined me in
a few minutes.  Mom started serving each of us with a plate of pancakes.
Ryan came in, joined us and soon everyone had a plate of pancakes.  We
enjoyed our meal, and talked about the plans for the day.  Mom said that
she had some errands to run and a couple of business appointments to attend
that day and that I was to go with her for those.  Dad asked Ryan if he
wanted to go fishing.  Ryan told dad that that would be a lot of fun, so
they finished their breakfast, put their plates in the sink, grabbed some
snacks, and headed out the door.  Mom and I finished our breakfast, and
then I went to my room and redressed since I was now going to some business
appointments.  I met mom in the kitchen and she handed me the keys to her
car.  I went out through the utility room door and raised the garage door.
She joined me on the outside, I lowered the garage door, and we were soon
off to our first destination.

Our first stop was at the bank.  Mom wanted to add me to her checking and
savings account.  So we went in, talked to the receptionist, and she guided
us to the appropriate person.  He greeted us, chatted with mom who
introduced me to him, and then she stated her business for the day.  He
asked me a few questions, and I provided him with the information that he
needed mainly my driver's license info, my address, my social security
number, and finally my signature.  We finished that and he asked mom if
there was anything else he could assist her with and she said she needed
his guidance on adding me to the family accounts.  He thought about that,
and pulled some additional paperwork for us to sign, he recopied my
driver's license, and then he had us to sign the card.  He told mom to have
dad come by and sign next week.  We finished and then we were out of there.

We took care of several more meetings that morning.  The surprise meeting
was with a realtor.  I had no idea as to why we were visiting a realtor,
but mom told me to just sit, listen, and learn.  We went in and mom asked
for a specific realtor.  She came out of one of the offices and walked over
and hugged mom.  It turns out that they had graduated high school together
and were in several local clubs and church groups.  Mom introduced me to
Phyllis.  Mom told Phyllis that she wanted to do a follow-up on a project
that they had discussed earlier in the week.  Phyllis asked both of us to
join her in her office.  She flipped through several files on her computer
and then she said "Ahhh here it is.  Please pull your chairs up to my
desk."  We moved our chairs up so that we could see her second computer
monitor that was facing us.  She started a slideshow and we began to see
photos of forests, pastures, a lake, and a mountain in the background.  I
looked at mom and asked her what was going on.  She said that she had asked
Phyllis to locate some land for her and that this land was located in the
northern part of the state.  She asked Phyllis as to how many acres were
involved and Phyllis told her that it was roughly two hundred eighty acres.
She also told mom that she had also pulled some information up on
contractors in the area, and then she handed mom some information on log
cabins.  Mom asked for a printout of the property and told Phyllis that she
would be back in contact with her by the following Friday.  Mom turned to
me and said "Okay Doug, now you are taking me to lunch."

So I walked mom back to her car, opened the door, allowed her to get in,
shut the door and walked around to the driver's side.  I got in and cranked
the car, and asked her where she wanted to go for lunch and she suggested a
small restaurant in the center of town.  We went there and surprisingly I
was able to get a parking place right in front of the restaurant.  We went
in and were seated.  We looked at the menu and after some thought we
ordered. Mom ordered a potato salad / tuna salad / chicken salad combo, and
I ordered the Madame Barbara's pecan chicken salad.  We both ordered sweet
teas.  While we were waiting, I looked over at mom and said "Would you like
to tell me what is going on?"  She sat there for a few seconds and said,
"Doug, I listened to Ryan talk about the lake and how much he wanted an
area similar to that, so I started looking into it."

I told mom that we did not need a lake.  She said it was not necessarily
about needing and that she was going to look into it for her grandson.  I
protested, but mom just waved me off with her hand.  Our orders were
brought to our table, and we focused on our salads.  We finished lunch, and
mom paid the bill.  As we left the restaurant, she said that she wanted to
go to the hardware store down the street.

We entered the hardware store and began to look at some of the low wattage
lighting units.  Mom wanted to have some of the lights installed in the
backyard around some of the trees, the flower bed borders and more around
the fountain.  I did some reading regarding the electrical requirements,
the number of lighting fixtures, the length of the cables, and the wattage
of the transformers.  We bought four lighting kits, and I placed them in
the trunk of mom's car.

We got back into the car and I asked her if there was anything else and she
looked at me and said that she would like to go to the nursery.  So, I
backed out of the parking place and drove to Newberry's Nursery.  We got
out of the car and walked around the grounds.  Mom made several selections
of plants that she wanted to purchase.  She talked to one of the young men
working there, and he walked with her to load her purchases on the little
red wagon that they used at the nursery.  I decided to just walk through
the greenhouse while they took care of picking out mom's selections.  I
found a Devil's Backbone that I wanted to purchase, so I took it to the
cashier and paid for it.  I then went out to the car and put it in the
floorboard behind the driver's side.  In a few minutes, mom and the young
man appeared and we loaded up her plants in the trunk of the car.  I had to
move the lighting kits from the trunk to the back seat.  Mom thanked the
young man and tipped him.  She then got in the car, and we were on our way
back to her house.

We pulled into the garage, and I popped the trunk open.  She went in and
the reappeared with her yard clothes on.  I grabbed her plants and loaded
them onto her yard wagon.  I pulled my devil's backbone out and put it to
the side of the garage so that I would see it and remember to load it up on
Sunday morning.  We took mom's plants through the gate and into the
backyard.  She showed me where to put each plant and then she directed me
to get the shovel so that we could plant them before my dad got home from
fishing.  We had no sooner finished planting them than Dad and Ryan
returned from fishing.  Mom suddenly remembered that she had invited Randy
over for dinner so she hurried into the house, took a quick shower,
redressed, and began to cook supper.  I had no idea as to what she was
going to prepare, but I had learned over the years, my mom could prepare a
delicious meal in short order.

I walked Dad around the yard and showed him the new plants while Ryan went
in and took a shower, you can only take so many whiffs of fish before you
want to puke.  Dad told me that Ryan was a natural fisherman and that he
really enjoyed himself out on the private lake that his neighbor owned.  I
asked him "where are the fish?" and he said that Mr. Davis had them at his
house and that we would have a cook-out over there Saturday afternoon.  I
reminded Dad that Ryan and I would be leaving to go home Sunday morning as
I had to report to work on Wednesday.  He assured me that he thought that
would not interfere with our plans, as we would start around 4 o'clock and
be finished with clean-up and everything by 7:30.

Dad and I moved to the area by the fountain and continued to talk about a
variety of topics.  He asked me if I had given any thought to dating now
that I had my answer about Allison.  I told him that I had given it some
thought, but that I was leaning on staying totally single with no
attachments.  He shook his head and said "Doug, there are many positives to
that, but Ryan will soon leave the nest, and you will be seeking
companionship and son, there is nothing like a good woman to fill that
need."  I explained to Dad that I would face that challenge when it came,
but I was not interested in opening myself up for hurt once again, and
besides I did not want to start a second family.

We sat there and chatted some more until Mom opened the back door, and
called me to come to the kitchen.  She told Dad that he could stay there as
I would be back in a minute.  I got up and went to the kitchen.  As I
entered, I saw that there was another guy in the kitchen with mom.  She
introduced me to Randy, boy had he changed.  I remembered him as a chubby
little pain in the ass, and now here he was tall, slim and did I mention so
damn good-looking (oh my - must be my other head talking here).  Randy
stepped forward and shook my hand and told me that he was so thankful that
my mom had invited him over for dinner tonight as he needed a night away
from his family.  Mom turned and gave him a frown and said "Well, Doug
better not be telling anyone that he has to escape me or I will take him
down a notch or two."  I smiled and asked Randy if he would like to join
Dad and me in the backyard.  He agreed, but only after mom supplied us with
three large glasses of homemade lemonades.

Randy and I took our drinks along with Dad's to the fountain area.  I
introduced Randy to Dad and we all started talking about things from the
neighborhood years ago.  Dad asked about Randy's family and he gave an
update on each one of his family members.  I remembered some of his
brothers, as we all played in the woods building tree forts and playing
various cops and robbers or cowboy and Indian games.  Ryan came outside
with his lemonade and sat down by me.  I introduced him to Randy and we all
sat and talked.  Ryan brought everybody up to date on his experiences
related to fishing.  I could tell that he really enjoyed fishing, I did too
when the fish were biting, but if I had to wait for them, I could think of
many other things that I wanted to do.

Mom called us all in to dinner.  We washed up and met in the dining room.
Mom served us fried chicken, mashed potatoes with chicken gravy, field
peas, butterbeans, corn on the cob, fried okra, homemade biscuits, cherry
cobbler, ice cream, and sweet tea.  I told you she can whip it out in a
heartbeat.  By the time we had eaten, we were all stuffed and satisfied.
Mom told us that she needed to get the table and kitchen cleaned so we
could go back outside.  I gave Ryan the look, and he knew that he was to
help his grandmother with the clean-up.  She tried to get him out of the
task, but he knew that he had to do it so he helped her with no argument.

Dad, Randy and I adjourned back to the sitting area around the fountain and
resumed our chat.  After about thirty minutes, Dad announced that he was
going to go inside and call Mr. Davis to set the time for the cookout.
Randy and I looked at one another and tried to come up with a topic that we
could talk about without Dad being there to help guide it.  Randy looked
over at me and asked how I was handling Allison's death?  I told him that
Allison had been out of my life for quite some time, but that her death had
finally brought some closure to so many questions that were bouncing around
in my head and my heart.  He shook his head and said that he could imagine
that there were a lot of questions because he said that everyone knew that
we truly loved one another. I told him that I had thought that for a long
time, but then I didn't think so and now I had the proof that she did
although it was not the way I wanted it to play out.

He sat there and looked at me for a while and I got the distinct feeling
that he had something else to say so I said "Randy, looks like you have
something else on your mind, do you want to share?"  He looked at me and
nodded his head yes.  He then began by saying "Doug, when we were kids I
looked up to you even though we were the same age, I thought you were the
coolest guy I knew.  You were so good at school, you were good on the
field, and you were always surrounded by lots of friends, and you had
Allison.  I was so envious of her."  I just sat there and looked at him
letting his words sink in and take effect.  I looked over at Randy and said
"Randy, I considered you a friend when we grew up and I remember that we
all played and got along here in the neighborhood."  He nodded that I was
correct but he said "Well Doug, I never thought I would be telling you
this, but for some reason it just feels as if it is the right thing to do
tonight.  I need to clear the air.  Doug, I am bi.  I married Jenna shortly
after college and we remained married for about ten years.  We divorced
because things just did not feel right after a while.  We did not have
children so that made the divorce easier, but deep down you have always
been the fantasy man of my sex life."

To say I was shocked was an understatement.  I looked at him and said "Well
Randy, I think I can say now that I am flattered, but a few weeks ago I
know that I would have reacted differently so would you like to tell me
about your fantasies?

Randy looked at me rather stunned and then he started.  "I watched you in
the various classes that we had together, on the field as you played
football and baseball, I tried to find ways to be in the locker rooms with
you but I was never lucky enough to see what I wanted, I watched you in the
neighborhood, and I watched you with Allison.  Doug, I stood outside your
bedroom and watched you come in from taking a shower, I watched you lose
the towel and sometimes you did a sexy little dance in front of the mirror.
That was so hot and I would stand behind the tree and jack off to that.  I
watched you and Allison one night when your car was in the shop and Allison
had to use her car.  She had come over for dinner and you walked her to the
car, you got in and then you guys started making out.  She leaned over and
began to give you a blow-job, I know because I watched your face and saw
the enjoyment that she was giving you.  I so wanted that to be me.  I have
always wanted to show you how much I love you, and so, you have no idea as
to how happy I was to receive the invitation to dinner tonight from your
mom.  I know you would never allow anything to happen, but I just feel so
much better with things out in the open."

I sat there for a minute or so and I tried to think of what to say, what to
do, how to proceed.  I heard myself say "Randy, that took a lot of guts to
say that.  Let me think on what you have said, but first I need to go in
and check on Ryan."

I got up and told Randy that I would be back in a few minutes. but I had to
go check on a few things.  While I was in the house, Dad told me that he
and Ryan were going to go over to Mr.  Davis' house and help with cleaning
and filleting the fish.  Mom told me that she was going to relax, and so I
told all of them that Randy and I were going to go for a drive around the
community to see how things had changed.

I returned to where I had left Randy in the backyard and said "Randy, let's
go for a ride around town and see how things have changed."

We walked around to the front of the house and got into the Yukon.  I
started driving through the town which was now almost deserted.  We were
able to see that many things had changed in the downtown area. Many of the
stores that we were used to as young men had been sold and were now selling
other things or had their names totally changed.  We drove on out to the
old high school and looked at the new buildings and noted that several of
the older buildings had been knocked down.  We drove around and looked at
the fields, they were new and updated.  The fields and their layout almost
made me long to be young again and able to play on those fields.  We got
out and walked around the baseball field.  One of the gates was unlocked,
so we went in and walked around to the visitor's dugout.  I walked in, and
Randy followed me, I turned, faced him, and pulled him to me giving him a
deep kiss.  To say that he was shocked was an understatement, but he
recovered and returned my kiss with a lot of passion.  He let his hands
roam down my back and sides.  I let my hands roam up his back and into the
hair on his head.  I broke the kiss and moved my hands to his belt.  I
undid the buckle, unzipped, and released the clasp of his shorts.  They
fell to the ground and then I put my fingers in his boxer briefs and let
them follow his shorts.  He was standing there with just his polo on, but I
soon had that off of him too.  Now he was naked, and I looked at his cock.
He was thick, about 6 and a half inches of cut cock with nice ping pong
sized balls.  I grasp his cock and began to jack him off.  I soon felt some
pre-cum pool on my hand.  Randy came back to life about that time, pushed
my hand off his cock and stripped me out of my clothes.  He knelt before me
and worshiped my cock for a few minutes.  He then began to lick my cock
lapping up the pre-cum that was leaking from the lips of my cock.  He then
began to slide his tongue up and down my shaft while kneading my balls and
pressing his finger against my taint.  This felt soooooooooooo good as I
had gone several days without some adult loving.  I pulled him up and
kissed him again, then I surprised him by knelling down and taking his cock
in my mouth.  I gave him a good blow job, and he let his fingers run
through my hair.  I felt his balls begin to pull up and I increased my
sucking and suction on his cock, he began to try to step away from me but I
pulled him back so that I could continue to bring him pleasure.  He came
with about 6 shots of cum in my mouth, I swallowed and he said that he
needed to sit down for a minute.  He sat down on the bench in the dugout
and I remained standing.  In a few minutes, he regained his composure,
pulled me to him, put my cock in his mouth and sucked me like there was not
going to be a tomorrow.  He was good, after all this was his fantasy and he
made passionate love to my cock.  I began to feel a tingle in my balls, my
balls began to draw up and then the volleys of cum began to shoot into his
mouth.  He licked his lips as he was not able to swallow fast enough, and
then he swallowed.  He looked up to me and said "Damn boy, I never dreamed
that you would allow this to happen, but I am so glad that you did. I could
die a happy man tonight."  I said "Randy, I enjoyed it as much as you did,
maybe we can get together on future visits, but I guess we better get
dressed and back home before my mom puts the police department on notice."

Just as we were zipping up, we looked out to the parking lot and there was
a police car pulling up behind the Yukon.  We finished making ourselves
presentable and walked out to the parking lot.  As we walked towards the
Yukon, the police car door opened and one of the local officers stepped
out.  He walked over to us and as he got closer, he broke out into a big
smile and said "Doug and Randy, never would I have expected to see you two
out here tonight."  I looked at him closer and realized that it was good
ol' Bobby Joe Spencer.  Bobby Joe had been on the baseball team with me and
I said "We had dinner tonight at mom's and afterwards we just decided to
ramble around and see how the town has changed.  I must say that I am
majorly impressed with the new fields.  The dugouts are nice and the
scoreboard is really fancy."

Bobby Joe said that he had served on the committee that drew up the plans
and that he appreciated my comments.  He looked over at Randy and said "So
what were you doing?"  I could tell that Randy turned about twenty-five
shades of red, but he said "I wanted to see how things had changed since I
had watched you two on the field years ago."

Bobby Joe seemed to be okay with our answers even though I did glance down
at his crotch and see that he was sporting a hard-on.  I remembered back to
the showers after the games, he was well endowed with about an 8 inch thick
cut cock, thick pubes and huge balls.  I could not believe that I was
thinking about him in that way, but I was.  I kinda shook my head and
looked back at his face and asked how things were going with him.  He said
that he had married Kathy Jo, who was the head cheerleader right after high
school, and she was now a teacher here at the high school and that this was
his fifteenth year with the police department.  I told him that sounded
great.

Randy and I shared our lives since high school and Bobby Joe looked at me
and said "Doug, I am so sorry about Allison.  I ran into Allison several
times over the years after she moved back to town.  I can tell you that she
still loved and worshiped the ground that you walked on.  I tried to talk
her into contacting you, but she was determined to do things her way.  She
really went down fast at the end and the cancer was really cruel to her.
Kathy Jo and I attended her funeral and it was well attended.  Many people
asked about you, but Barbara took care of those inquires very nicely
stating that you would be in town in a few weeks and that you would visit
with her family then."

I had wondered what Barbara had said about me not being at the funeral and
somehow that was answered by Bobby Joe.  I told Bobby Joe that Allison left
without being truthful with me and it was only after her death that I was
told what had been going on.  He said "Doug, she told me that, and I
promise you that I tried to get her to see things from your viewpoint
because I knew how much you loved her, but she was so determined to keep
you from seeing her in ill health."  I realized that he has shared that
twice with me and I decided to move to a different topic, so I asked if he
had kids.  He said that he and Kathy Jo had five children, four boys and
one girl.  The girl was the youngest and he said "she was the end of the
children as he had taken care of that issue, you know snip, snip."  I
laughed and said "Well, I have one fantastic son and I wanted more but it
didn't work out that way."

We stood there and talked for about fifteen additional minutes catching up
on things and promising to keep in touch in future visits.  Bobby Joe
received a call regarding a traffic accident and had to leave so Randy and
I got in the Yukon and went to the Dairy Queen for a sundae.  We sat,
talked and laughed about almost being caught by Bobby Joe.  Randy looked
over at me and then in a lowed voice almost whisper-like he asked "Did you
see what he was packing?"  I almost spit my ice cream out because I thought
I was the only one to notice it.  I said "Yeah, you would have to be blind
not to see it tonight, but I have seen it in real life."  Randy challenged
me with "Really?"  I said "Yeah and it was everything you could imagine,
nice thick, cut with big balls."  Before we could continue, a mom and her
three children sat in the next booth so that part of the conversation was
over.

We finished with other trivial chit-chat and then we went to the Yukon.  I
drove us back to Mom and Dad's.  We said our goodbyes and Randy walked on
down to his parents' house.  I went in and mom and dad were waiting for me
just like when I was younger.  Mom started asking me questions about what
we had been doing? Where had we gone?, Who did we see? Did we see anyone
from our high school days? What did I think of Randy? Did he tell me about
his divorce?  I felt just like I had been swept back in time.  I answered
most of her questions, and then in the back of my mind I imagined myself
telling her exactly what we did in the dugout, and I must have smiled
because she started questioning that smile on my face.  I quickly made up
something about the woman and her kids at Dairy Queen.  (Note to self: Be
careful of what your face shows when you are thinking evil thoughts.)
After about forty minutes, she said that she was going to bed and dad
announced that he was going to join her.  I locked up the house and moved
on to my room. I opened the door and there was Ryan already in bed watching
TV.  He cut the TV off when I entered the room.

I stepped in the room and walked toward the bed.  I pulled the covers back
and then I went to the bathroom and took care of things that needed to be
dealt with before I got in bed.  I returned and Ryan had stripped out of
his clothes and was lying naked in the bed.  I looked at him and he said
"Dad, I want to be comfortable and I want you next to me just like me."  I
shook my head, walked over to the door, locked it, pulled off my shirt, and
dropped my shorts and underwear.  Ryan smiled and held the covers up; I
slipped in and turned out the bedside lamp.  Ryan moved over onto this side
and backed up so that I was spooning him.  He pulled my hand over and
placed it over his cock and balls.  I kissed his ears and neck and just
spent a few minutes enjoying being with my boy.  As we lay there, Ryan said
"Well Dad, what did you boys do?  Where did you guys go? Who did you see?
What did Randy think about me?  Did Randy enjoy the meal tonight?"  I moved
my hand from his balls and popped his right butt cheek.  I said "Well
Mother, can you run those questions by me one at a time."  He started
laughing and told me that he heard me come in, and then he heard
grandmother start questioning me.  He said "Oh Dad, I would die if I had to
put up with that, but it was kinda funny."  I told him that I had lived
through that for the last few years when I lived here, but it felt so
familiar tonight like I had stepped back in time.

I told him to turn around and go to sleep.  I put my hands back where he
wanted them and then he reached behind me and moved my cock between his
legs.  I protested and tried to pull away, but he told me he just wanted to
feel me close to him.  I decided to not make a big deal out of it or it
would become a big deal, so I just let things lay where they were and
dropped off to sleep.

End of Chapter 9

Well betcha didn't see that coming did you?  I didn't.  Looks like Doug's
dick is doing a lot of thinking even at mom's house.  Well, looks like they
have one more day to spend with mom and dad and then they will head home
and Doug will go back to work.

Thanks for reading, please feel free to contact me with your comments,
concerns, and questions.  I do respond to my readers.  I may be reached at
JCee1113@yahoo.com.

Jay