Date: Thu, 11 Feb 2010 17:01:53 -0800 (PST)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Second Time Around Ch 49

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Chapter Forty-Nine: Second Time Around

There's no describing that special feeling you get when you arrive home
after being gone for a couple of weeks.  It's almost like, when you close
the door, a shell of comfort and protection wraps itself around you.  This
trip was no different.

The original plan was for David and me to stay in Ft. Lauderdale one night
before returning home.  After seeing the boys off at the airport, we chose
to head north.  It was only a four and a half to five hour run; it was time
to go home.

When we arrived home, I sat in the car a minute or two and enjoyed the
feelings.

"Welcome home, David."

"Yeah," David responded, sounding content.  "That sounds good.  Real good."
He took a deep breath and sighed.  "Shall we take the bags in?  Right now,
I think an ice cold beer and a lounge on the patio would be good."

"What?  You're not concerned about dinner?" I teased.

"Smart ass.  After the ice-cold beer.  Tonight, a sandwich and chips would
be good.  I'm just ready to get comfortable and ignore the world."

We put our luggage in our bedroom.  Unpacking was easy, just empty
everything in the dirty clothes hamper.  The clothes we were wearing were
disposed of just as easily.  A hot, steamy shower sounded inviting.  We
stepped into the shower together.  Nothing sexual happened, but it was
sensual as we bathed one another.  I always enjoyed holding him in my arms.
He had this special way of relaxing and just melting into my grasp.  His
muscular young body, and his scent, could make me forget about anything.

After the shower we headed towards the kitchen for that cold beer.  There
was a note on the counter from Mother telling us there was fresh lasagna
and salad in the fridge, a loaf of Italian bread in the pantry.  She wished
us good eating and would call in a few days when they were returning.  I
looked around the house and realized that someone had cleaned the house.
There wasn't a speck of dust anywhere.  I just smiled to myself.  It was
nice to have someone do something for you, just because.

David and I took a cold beer each and headed for the patio; it was still a
little early for dinner.  I decided that no one had lounge chairs as
comfortable as ours.

Daylight savings time allowed us to still have some sun.  The shadows were
getting long, but the warmth of the sun could still be felt as it shown on
our bodies.  Our patio was different from the B 'n B.  There, clothing was
optional.  Here, it was required only when we had company.  Again, I smiled
to myself remembering when Mother had walked in, catching the boys au
natural.

"What are you smiling about?" David asked.  "That's twice since we got
home."

"I was just remembering a time out on this patio when we had a family
cookout.  Mother and Bonnie had left, leaving Eric here.  The boys
immediately stripped to their normal no-clothes state.  Mother came walking
back in and caught the boys.  The funny part was that the boys didn't
realize that she had come back in until she walked up behind one of them,
Frank I think, and tickled his fanny."

"What did Frank do?"

"He jumped at her touch and when he turned around and saw his grandmother,
the look of shock was priceless.  He turned red as a beet and jumped in the
pool.  Mother smiled at him and told him what a beautiful boy he was.  Poor
Frank didn't know whether to say 'thank you' or hide."

"Your mother is quite a lady.  I was amazed how quickly she accepted me and
made me feel like a part of the family."

"You are part of the family," I told him.

"I know.  I knew I was with you, and the boys accepted me.  Experience has
taught me to be a little cynical, but your mother made me feel like I
belonged."

We sat on the patio, sipping our beers, enjoying the quiet.  To me, it was
almost too quiet, but I knew to enjoy it while I could.  When the boys
returned it would quiet down only when they were not in the house, or
asleep.  David broke the silence.

"I have a suggestion.  Since all we've done today is sit on our backsides,
why don't we save the lasagna for tomorrow.  I can grill a chicken breast
and slice it as a topping for the salad.  You could boil a couple of eggs
and grate some cheese and we'll have a home-made chef's salad for dinner."

"That sounds good to me," I replied.  "Time it right and we could sit out
here and watch nature use the sun to paint those clouds into different
colors as it sets; I've always thought of it as a natural kaleidoscope.
With a little more effort, I bet I could find us some good music, too."

And the plans for a relaxing evening were set.

                                           * * * * * *

The first day home after an extended vacation is always what I called the
payback day.  It's the day for doing the laundry, reading the mail,
reviewing messages on the answering machine, catching up on emails,
balancing the bank account and determining how much damage was done to the
credit cards.  Oh yes, the car.  After leaving the car parked in an open
storage lot, there was some question as to the color under all the dirt and
dust.

We awoke Sunday morning with David using my right shoulder for a pillow.
His right leg and arm were draped over me.  I saw no sense in waking him,
nor was I anxious to begin the 'to-do' list after our trip.

"Nothing's going to get accomplished if we just lay here," David commented
groggily without opening his eyes.

"Strange, I don't see you making any moves to get up."  "Why should I?
This is comfortable; like hugging a big, soft teddy bear."

That's all it took. SMACK!  Right on his young, tight butt.

"Hey!  That stings!  Can't you take a joke?"

"No!  This big, soft teddy bear is about to get himself one adolescent
smart aleck cub."

I rolled over before he realized what was happening and pinned him to the
bed.  My fingers found his rib cage and dug in.

"Hey!  Stop!  Stop!"  Somehow, his crying for me to stop didn't mean a
whole lot when mixed with his laughs.  "Oh, God!  You're gonna have me so
sore and bruised people'll think I was beat up."

"Really?" I responded.  "And just who is going to be seeing that part of
you undressed?  There something kinky about this new job you haven't told
me?"

"No.  It's just that sometimes, depending on the event, we have to change
uniforms at work.  Sometimes I wear a coat and tie, other times a pull
over.  When I'm wearing the pullover I don't like to wear a t-shirt."

"Well, just tell them you left your pullover at home and can't change," I
answered as I dug into his ribs again.

When we did get up, we elected to have a quick breakfast and start on the
cleanup list.  With the two of us working, we had the list complete by
early afternoon and decided that was enough work for one day.  Just as we
were about to call it quits, I decided to look in the boys' clothes hamper.
That was a mistake.  Evidently, they had managed to get home, dump the
dirty clothes and pack fresh ones, and leave again.

The quitting point stretched to mid-afternoon when it was too late for
lunch.  We decided to have our dinner and settle for something light that
evening.  I was really glad Mother had left us the lasagna.  Twenty minutes
from fridge to the table with a chilled chardonnay.  Afterwards, David said
he had to call in for his work schedule and I decided to stretch out by the
pool.

Ummpphh.  Something landed on my stomach.  I opened my eyes to spot David.

"I thought you were calling in to work?"

"I did.  You fell asleep, snoring like a bear."

"Huummph.  I doubt it."

"Guess what?" He asked as he straddled my stomach.  He had lifted himself
on his knees and was playing one of Michael's games, swinging his sack so
it brushed lightly over my skin.

"Hey, big bear, wake up.  I know a bottom bear that thinks it might be fun
to get bottomed out."

Wrapping an arm around his waist, I pulled him down on me and we kissed.
He stretched out, lying between my legs.  I hooked my ankles over his
calves and held him there.  Placing a hand on each shoulder, I pushed him
up.

"What do you plan on doing now?" he asked, his eyes full of anticipation
and mischief.

"Big bad bear is gonna teach bottom bear how to have fun," I answered.

"Promises, promises," he answered with a grin.

The rest of the afternoon was spent between the pool and the lounge chairs
teaching the cub how to have fun.  I felt young.  I felt mischievous.  I
felt great!

* * * * * *

The next five days allowed us to work out a home schedule around our work
schedules.  As the new man (i.e., low man on the totem pole), David drew
all of the least desirable rotations.  For now, his schedule would run
technically from 10:30AM to 7:30PM.  In reality, it was more like 9:30 or
10:00AM to 8:00 or 8:30PM.  Add twenty to thirty minutes on each end for
travel and then adjust for the fact that he didn't get two consecutive days
off during the week, nor did he get the same days each week.  The life of a
newbie.  It was going to be interesting to see how this would affect the
home routine, particularly when the boys were back in school.

The boys' school schedules had trained me to be an early riser; the norm
was between 6:00 and 6:30.  I tried to be quiet and let David sleep, but if
you've ever been the one that tried to stay in bed you know that doesn't
work well.  At the other end of the day, I knew David would come in keyed
up whether he was tired or not.  We quickly learned that a few minutes in
the hot tub or a quick dip in the pool helped a lot.  Of course, there was
always our bedroom activities that managed to relieve the tension also.  I
just had to learn to get by on a little less sleep.

The new schedule wasn't any easier on David.  I found out that on the third
day he managed to go back to bed and catch another thirty or forty minutes
of sleep.  That didn't sound like much but it was enough to make a
difference.  Fortunately, his first day off was coming up on Saturday.

Tuesday evening I decided that being alone in this big, empty house was no
fun – it was too quiet.  The peace and serenity I often craved when the
boys were around all the time had become a pain in the neck.  Preparing
dinner had become a chore.  Usually, all I had to do was think of something
the boys would enjoy.  I tried thinking of something David would enjoy.
Breakfast was served for dinner.  While I was eating, alone and feeling
sorry for myself, the phone rang.

"Dad?"

"Hey, kiddo, how's my oldest boy doing?"

"Okay," Michael answered with a slight giggle.  "You're talkin' kinda
funny, ya know that?"

"Why?  Because I asked how my oldest boy was doing?"

"Yeah.  You had'n done that in a while.  Besides, we just saw ya a couple
days ago.  Grandma learned that we hadn't called since we got here and said
we needed ta let ya know we got here okay."

"Yeah, Dad, just in case you had'n figured it out," Frank called out from
the background.

"Frank, stop bein' such a dork," Mike admonished his brother.

"Dork?  Who's callin' who a dork, dork."

"Mike, tell your brother I said to cool it before I come down there and
heat something up I'm sure he doesn't want heated up."

Michael repeated the message and the tone of his voice said he enjoyed
every bit of it.

"Ooooooo, I know what would feel real good heated up," Frank commented in
the background; ever the smart guy.

"Michael, put your brother on the phone, please."

I heard Mike snicker as he handed the phone to Frank.

"Franklin."

"Sir?"  Frank was well aware that I never called him by his full name
unless he had reached the boundary of my patience.

"Do I need to say any more?"

"No, sir.  I was just jokin'."

Frank always tried to talk his way out of trouble.  The other boys knew
that and I could hear them snickering in the background.

"Frank, does the phone you're using have a speaker phone feature?"

"Yeah, but I have ta put you on hold first.  Hold on."

We went from 'yes, sir' to 'yeah' in a hurry.  He probably thought he was
off the hook, which he was but I wasn't going to say anything.

"Dad, are you there?" Frank called out over the speaker phone.

"I'm here.  Are you boys behaving?"

"Purty much," Frank answered.

"Yeah, all except Frank, Dad," Mike added.

"Alright, listen, and this is for all four of you.  You all know how to
behave and you know that your grandmother and I expect you to show one
another proper respect.  If I hear from your grandmother that there was any
trouble when you get back, is there any doubt in any of your young minds
that all of you will be in some serious trouble?"

"No, sir," Mike responded. "Dad, I did'n mean ta start trouble.  It was
just Frank being Frank.  You know he can be such a smart ass sometimes."

"Cool it, Mike; let it go," Sean advised.

"Good advice, Sean."  I paused a moment and took this conversation in a
different direction.  "You guys been having fun?"

"Hey, Uncle Rick," Eric called out sounding excited, "did you know that
Grandma loves ta ride the roller coaster?  At Disney World, me and her went
on Thunder Mountain four times yesterday."

"Yeah, Dad, Grandma almost wore Eric out."

"I bet Grandma could surprise all you boys.  From what I've always heard,
Grandma's never been opposed to having a good time.  Are you guys making
sure you do things you know Grandma and Aunt Bonnie will like, too?"

"Yeah, Dad," I recognized that smart-ass tone of voice as Frank, "we're
lettin' her take us on Thunder Mountain as much as she wants."

"They're not kiddin', Mr. G," Sean jumped into the conversation. "It was
her idea to keep goin' on it so many times.  We didn't know somebody her
age could have fun like that."

"Careful, guys; if she hears you say something about her age you'll really
be in trouble."

"You should see where we're stayin', Dad.  Grandma got a suite where
there's two bedrooms separated by a living room kind of area and a kitchen.
She and Aunt Bonnie fix us breakfast here, we have lunch out, and we've
been eatin' out some and in here other times for supper."

"Yeah, and there's a big fridge for snacks."

The boys were beginning to stumble over one another to tell me what they
had been doing and how good their grandmother was treating them.  Of
course, I never had any doubt that Mother would spoil them and let them do
whatever they wanted for fun.  She always said that the spoiling part was a
grandparent's right.  Settling them down and getting back to a normal
routine would be my problem when they got back.

"Uh, Dad?"  Michael was being hesitant.  "The only bad thing's that all
four of us are in this one bedroom and only have this one small shower and
it's kinda hard ta do anything.  You know, like when sometimes we want ta
. . . ."

"Yes, Michael, I understand what you're trying to say.  You know, sometimes
we all have to make little sacrifices."

"DA-AD!  That's not such a little sacrifice!"

"Hey, how 'bout you guys cool it and put your grandmother on the phone?"

"But we're all . . . ."

"Think kiddo.  Put some pants on and tell your grandmother I'd like to
speak with her."


* * * * *

"When did your mother say they'd be back?"

David and I were slouched on the sofa.  Slouched being not exactly sitting,
but not exactly reclining.  At least I wasn't reclining.  I was leaning
back against the sofa, he was leaning back against me with my arm over his
right shoulder, draped across his chest.  We were comfortable and his warm
skin felt nice against my body.  He had brought a tray of fruit home from
one of the banquets.  I had already grilled chicken breasts that I sliced
into strips and the combination became our dinner.

"I spoke with her last night when the boys called.  She planned on being
here Saturday, later in the afternoon.  When she told me their schedule I
wondered how they were going to hold up to all the travel and
entertainment, but she didn't seem to be worried."

"Where were they headed?"

"They were going to Sarasota yesterday to spend the day, mostly at the
Ringling Museum.  I took the boys there, but Mother said she hadn't seen it
in years and when the boys suggested they go . . . . well, you know how
that goes."

"I think your mother and Bonnie are going to be worn out by the time they
get back."

I had to laugh.  I learned through experience several years earlier not to
underestimate.

"Don't count on it.  I remember a trip shortly after we lost Dad.  We took
Mother to Disneyworld.  At the end we were exhausted and she was still
smiling and going.  She knows how to pace herself.  I'd bet that when
they're in one of the parks, she lets the boys run while she sits in a
central location and watches, just enjoying seeing them have fun."

I wanted to change the subject.

"Is your job proving to be all you hoped?" I asked.

"All I hoped and all I feared.  We're busy and it keeps us jumping.  Of
course, being the new guy I get all the jobs no one else wants.  We had a
luncheon for one of the ladies auxiliaries yesterday.  There were
sixty-three ladies plus four guests; not one under sixty.  I bet over half
of them found a reason to touch some part of my body, mainly my back-side."

"Well, I can understand that.  I bet you even wiggled it for them a little
to give them a thrill."

"No way," he protested strongly enough to let me know I was right.  "I
wouldn't want to be the cause of one of them having a heart attack."

He laughed as he rolled over, placing a pillow in my lap to lay his head
on.  Why was it everyone in my household thought it was okay to get in this
position and expect me to rub their back?

"I have to work Saturday morning; it's a breakfast buffet for one of the
local charities.  We usually have lots of fruit left over.  Policy is to
not serve the fruit at another meal so the employees usually take quite a
bit home, like I did tonight.  If you want to do a cookout Saturday
afternoon, I could bring a good size tray home."

"I thought you were off all day Saturday?"

"In my line of work, having the afternoon and evening off is a whole day
off.  Sometimes, these resorts think an eighteen hour shift is normal,"
David replied with a grin.

"That might be a good idea.  I'll have to see if Mother can give me a
closer time for getting back."

We sat there quietly, or at least I did, he lay there enjoying the back
rub.  Admittedly, I enjoyed rubbing his back.  There was something nice
about the feel of his youthful skin supported by firm muscles.  I'd let my
hand slip down and tease his crack with a fingernail.  He'd flex his glutes
and shake his butt; I still did it.

"I talked to Raymond this afternoon," I said, breaking the silence.

"You mean Raymond in Key West at the B 'n B?"

"Uh-huh.  I've been thinking about something, actually since before we
left.  Did you notice how many families were there on vacation?  Think
about what it cost to stay at a resort and eat all of your meals out.  That
could amount to some serious money for a lot of people."

"Why do I think this has to do with that house you kept looking at?  The
one with the widow's walk," he responded.

"Sort of.  That one's not for sale.  I was thinking if we could get a
similar house in the historical district, do some restoration, furnish it
nicely, we could rent it out on a turn-key operation to tourists.  It would
also give us a place if we wanted to go back.  I think it'd be a good
investment.  There's little land to develop and the commercial sector has
built out most of what's available to them.  The only area left is the
historical district.  I think demand will continue to go up and, in turn,
values."

David didn't respond.  I'm not sure how much of what I said registered with
him.  He was sound asleep.

* * * * *

That first week back home had been both one of the shortest and one of the
longest I could remember.  Shortest, because David and I had so little time
to settle into a routine and have time for just us at home.  Longest,
because the boys were gone most of the past four weeks.  I was ready for my
family to be home, let the household settle down and go back to normal.  At
least as normal as a household could be with four energetic, over-sexed
teenage boys.

Saturday morning I spent at the grocery store picking up supplies for the
big cookout later that afternoon.  I made the mistake of going to the
grocery on an empty stomach – anything and everything looked good.  I
walked out of the store with chicken and country pork ribs.  There would
also be plenty of baked beans, sweet potatoes and salad.  I bought three
different flavors of ice cream.  Of course, we had the mandatory veggie
dips and chips.  David got home right at noon, carrying a monstrous tray of
fruits.  I just stared at it when he set it on the counter.

"I told the guys we were having a big family cookout this afternoon and
asked if anyone minded me taking the leftovers.  The manager had the guys
in the kitchen replenish the tray with fresh fruit.  There's oranges,
grapefruit, grapes, honeydew melon, cantaloupe, mangoes, strawberries, and
probably a couple of things I hadn't spotted yet."

"Do you get to bring home the leftovers when they serve rack of lamb?" I
teased.

"Don't know; I can always ask," he replied with a smile.  "What can I do to
help?"

"Believe it or not, most everything's ready to be put in the oven or on the
grill.  We just need to wait till the right time.  Mother said she would
have one of the boys call when they hit Daytona which should put them only
a little over an hour away."

Before I could finish talking, I felt David wrap his arms around my waist;
he was unfastening my belt.  I reached my hand behind me and touched
nothing but skin.  He didn't waste time getting comfortable.

"You know more than one evening this week you let me fall asleep before we
had a chance to relieve the tensions.  Maybe we should make sure all the
tensions have been taken care of before the rest of them get here."

"Mmmmm, you look like you're ready to go swimming."

"That's one possibility, but there are others.  Think you can handle it?"


                                                           * * * * * *

We were laying on the lounge chairs, dirty in a way I would prefer that
Mother not see, when the phone rang just before 3:00.  Five minutes later
we were in the shower, no playing games.  Ten minutes later I was still
dripping from my Mikey-style drying when I fired up the grill.

David busied himself setting out the punch bowl, chips, dips, et cetera.
Then he jumped over to the beans.  I saw him stick his finger in and taste
them.  I also saw him doctor them up a little more with brown sugar and
barbeque sauce.

With everything cooking, we ran back inside to put on some clothes.  I
actually had to remind myself to do that; I had become too accustomed to
being without clothes in my own home.  Somehow I didn't think Mother would
be willing to tickle my fanny and tell me how cute it was.  David's, maybe,
but not mine.

The peace and tranquility was shattered just over an hour after the phone
call.

"WE'RE BAA-AACK!" Cried out at least three voices.

I stepped towards the door to see Michael and Eric running in.  Behind them
were Mother and Bonnie.  Behind them, holding the door, were Frank and
Sean.  At least I had two boys that remembered how to be gentlemen.  I just
stared at Michael.

"Ooooops," he said under his breath as he reversed direction and took the
package out of Mother's arms.

We spent the next four hours hearing what a great time the boys had.  It
was obvious from their expressions that they did enjoy themselves; Mother's
expressions said she did, too.  It was interesting to hear them brag on
their grandmother and the things they never realized a grandma could or
would do.  To them, once a person crossed the threshold of old age, around
thirty-five, it was time to shrivel up and crawl in a corner.

I don't think it took them more than three minutes to toss their bags in
their room and change to their swim shorts.  Two came out wearing shirts,
two didn't.  All detoured by the snack table trying to talk and eat
simultaneously on their way to the pool.  Somewhere between the food and
the pool two shirts disappeared.  With the boys occupied, David and I were
able to have quiet time with Mother and Bonnie for a sane conversation
while we finished preparing dinner.

We intermixed stories of what David and I saw or did in Key West with what
they did in Orlando.  It seemed that Mother was more entertained and amused
by her grandsons' antics than she was by the resort attractions.  Her
favorite story was the roller coaster and how astonished the boys were to
find their grandmother wasn't quite as fragile as they thought.

Bonnie enjoyed telling stories on how the boys seemed to attract a number
of girls and how the girls were flirting with them.  Also, how frustrated
the girls could get when the boys didn't pay them much attention.  I
wondered if the girls could guess why.

The boys seemed to be a little hyper and I figured they would stay that way
until they collapsed from exhaustion.  Mother and Bonnie left around eight,
leaving Eric with the boys.  David and I escorted them out after each of
the boys gave them the appropriate hug and thank you for the trip.

"You don't mind Eric staying, do you?" Bonnie asked. "I think if I insisted
on taking him home right now he'd not only feel left out of whatever they
plan on telling you, but he might just rebel."

We both laughed and I let her know he was welcome to stay anytime.  Of
course, I knew what she meant.  Eric wanted to share his good times on the
trip with David and me, just like the other boys.

"By the way, I also wanted to tell you thank you," Bonnie continued.  "I
can't really explain it, but I know I can look at Eric and tell he's
changed.  He's a lot more secure now.  I think he has a much better self
image and I know it's not just because Bob's not around to put him down.
You and the boys have shown him to . . . . . I don't know how to say it,
but you know what I mean.  Mom's seen it in him, too, and commented on it."

"I know what you mean," I replied.  "Eric's a good kid; he just needs a
little time to figure out exactly who he is and what he wants.  What we've
tried to let him know is that he needs to just let it happen; don't push
it.  He'll get there."

For the first time in more time than I could remember, my sister reached
over and gave me a hug.  It felt nice.

When David and I walked back into the house, I think we were both a little
shocked and stopped in our tracks.  Standing before us were four teenage
boys wearing nothing but big smiles and each had at least one hand
supporting, or encouraging, a raging hard on.

"Hey," Frank called out with pure mischief in his voice.  "We were real
good on our trip.  Now, we wanna be bad, real bad, and have fun."

All four boys grinned as they waved their favorite toys at David and me.

This was settling down?

Welcome back to the Geoghagan household.  Home sweet home.


End Ch 49.

To Be Continued

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