Date: Thu, 1 Apr 2010 20:31:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Second Time Around Ch 51

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Chapter Fifty-one: Second Time Around

"Uncle Rick, were you ever scared, or nervous, 'bout lettin' somebody know
you kinda liked 'em?"

"You know, sometimes actions can speak a lot louder than words; sometimes
they can have a lot more meaning, too."

"Yeah, but s'pose the other person don't feel the same as you.  I mean, I
don't want 'im laughin' at me and makin' me get all embarrassed and such."

I always thought it was interesting how teenage boys could be super-macho
one moment and almost totally insecure the next.  Anyone who ever thought
that the transition from happy-go- lucky boy to young man was simple, never
had to go through the experience.  I could remember what it was like, and
how miserable I was at times.  Now, I had four teenage boys on my hands
that thought I had all the answers to make the transition simple.  I wish.

Eric had come home with the boys.  Frank called me at the office to let me
know Eric would be at the house and wanted to talk to me.  From Frank's
tone of voice, I had a pretty good idea that Frank knew what this was all
about.  When I asked him about it, he said he had promised Eric that he
wouldn't say anything to me in advance, just in case Eric decided he didn't
need to talk with me.  I knew that translated to 'just in case Eric
chickened out'.

As I pulled into the driveway I spotted the Cherokee and David's Honda;
everyone was home.  Walking inside I heard the music and the laughter.  Out
in the pool, Eric was riding David's shoulders, while Frank was riding
Sean's shoulders.  Mike sat on the side of the pool cheering both sides on.
After getting comfortable, I helped myself to a cold one and leaned against
the breakfast bar to watch the fun.  It didn't take long for Frank to begin
pushing Eric backwards.  This was no surprise given how much bigger, and
stronger, Frank was.

David stood with his back to the deep end of the pool.  Sean kept pushing,
but David wasn't going to move.  Frank kept pushing Eric backwards,
throwing David off balance.  The funny part was when Eric couldn't keep
himself upright and, rather than just falling back into the water, he
grabbed Frank's arm with both hands and held on.  Frank went face-first,
dunking himself and David.  Eric knew there would be payback and didn't
waste any time swimming for the side of the pool.

"Hey!" Frank called out. "That wasn't fair; you're supposed to let go!"

"Fair, schmair.  You know what Uncle Rick says all the time, all's fair in
love and war, and we was playin' war," Eric responded, laughing and still
running away from Frank.

"Yeah, well I know what I think's fair in love.  C'mere and I'll show ya
what I got ta make love to your little ass."

"Ha," Eric called back to Frank as he lifted himself out of the pool and
knelt on the edge and wiggled his little butt at Frank.  "You wish."

I laughed to myself as I listened to the boys carrying on; they were just
boys being boys and having their own kind of fun.  About then David saw me
standing inside and left the boys.

"Being antisocial?" David teased as he came inside.

"No.  Just watching those boys wear your little ass out."

As he wrapped a towel around his waist to avoid dripping all over the floor
I wrapped my arms around him for a quick hug.  It was a good thing I wasn't
wearing anything or it would have been soaking wet.

"Actually, you're probably closer to the truth than I care to admit.  Those
boys are non-stop.  Non-stop play, non-stop fun, non-stop eating, and
non-stop horny," David commented and laughed.

"Don't tell me they tried getting you into one of their sex games again."

"No," he responded, "I just got home a few minutes ahead of you.  The boys
were in the pool and when I came out they managed to give me a detailed
accounting of their post-school activities this afternoon.  They had jumped
in the pool to get clean and I decided I'd already heard more than I needed
to, so I suggested the game of war.  Although Eric did keep asking when you
were getting home.  I think he wants to talk."

"Yeah, Frank called earlier and told me.  I figure I'll just be patient and
make myself available.  When he's ready, he'll let me know."

"Let you know what?" Frank called out as he walked inside, dripping wet.

"Frank, don't you guys have towels outside?"

"We did," he answered, "but Dumbledorf dropped the whole stack in the pool
earlier.  He decided to be nice and bring out towels for all of us, 'cept
walkin' over ta where we were he tripped over a chair.  Mikey, towels and
chair hit the water."

I didn't say anything.  I just stood there and looked at Frank.

"Okay, I'm sorry.  I won't call 'im Dumbledorf anymore."

Giving him my 'you're being a smart-ass' smile, I just pointed towards the
linen closet and Frank left.

Keeping an eye on Eric, and the clock, I just added a little more to the
supper mix and called Bonnie.  After supper, Eric was still distant.  The
way he kept looking at me let me know he wanted to say something, but the
time still wasn't quite right.  Finally, when the boys decided they needed
to finish homework assignments, everyone left except Eric and David.  David
saw what was happening and made his own excuses to leave Eric and me alone.

After pouring myself a glass of wine, I sat on the sofa and patted the seat
next to me.  Eric just grinned and approached.  He didn't sit on the sofa.
He grabbed a couple of throw pillows and stacked them against the arm of
the sofa.  Then, he lay across my lap; Eric had learned from Mike and
Frank.

"Frank says this is the best way ta talk with you.  We can be close but I
don't hafta look at you and get nervous and you can rub my back at the same
time."

"Do we need to talk about something?" I asked as I began to rub his back.

"Uncle Rick, c'mon.  Frank didn't call on his own.  He did that ta make it
easier for me to do this."

"Oh, I see.  You boys are ganging up on me now."

"Not gangin' up; just makin' it easier."

And that's when we got into the conversation about being nervous or scared.

"Am I to surmise that, maybe, you've found someone that you think is a
little special?"

"Maybe," Eric answered, almost in a whisper.

"Would I be correct if I assumed that you haven't said anything to this
person, nor has this person said anything to you?"

"Kinda.  I mean, you know, sometimes ya don't really hafta say a lot.  It's
more like the way he looks at me or I look at him and how we act around
each other.  Know what I mean?"

I wasn't the least bit surprised to hear that it was a 'he' involved in all
this.

"Where did you meet?" I asked, trying to get him to open up a little more.

"I know 'im from school and from the club.  He's also on the swim team.
Uncle Rick, he's . . . I mean, he's just so . . . . you know, whenever
we're around each other we can brush shoulders and stuff and it's like a
jolt of electricity runs through me.  He feels the same, I can tell.
Otherwise, why would he keep comin' back and rubbin' shoulders more?"

"Hmmmm.  Sounds like two of you have it pretty bad."

I looked over and could only see the side of Eric's face; it was definitely
turning red.

David came into the room and sat next to me.  He lifted Eric's legs and
placed them across his lap.  I rubbed the boy's back while we sat there and
felt him relax.  David decided to devil the poor kid and ran his
fingernails up and down the back of Eric's thighs.  I could feel Eric
giggle, mixed with a few light groans.  Goosebumps formed on his legs and
back while another part of his anatomy grew and poked between my legs.  I
couldn't resist it and had to run my middle finger along the edge of his
crack.

We didn't stop and the poor kid quickly went into heat.  We played with him
until we thought he might be approaching the edge, and stopped.

"Ohhhh, nooooo," Eric moaned.  "That's not fair.  Frank and Mike claim you
bring 'im off.  Ya'll just teased me till I'm 'bout ready ta explode."

"Well, if you need to explode so badly, why don't you go see what the boys
are doing?  Somehow, I have a strange feeling they aren't really studying.
I'll call your mom and tell her you're staying here tonight."

Eric rolled off my lap and stood.  He started to run off but stopped and
gently stepped in front of me, erection and all.

"Uncle Rick, you think I could invite Jamie over here for you ta meet?
You'll really like 'im, I know; he's beautiful."

"I would really enjoy meeting your new friend, Eric.  Maybe this weekend we
can do a boys only cookout.  That work?"

"Yeah, that'd be great.  And, another thing.  When you see 'im you'll
understand.  He don't have a tan line on 'im."

"I still want his parent's permission.  House rule."

"Okay, I'll tell 'im," Eric said with a big smile as he leaned over and
hugged me; he also speared me in the stomach.

David and I watched him run off and smiled.  David turned to me and smiled.
We both had to control ourselves to avoid breaking into laughter.

"Puppy love.  He's got it, bad," David commented as he lay across my.  Did
he expect me to rub his back now?

"OW!"

I popped him on the butt instead.

* * * *

It was Wednesday night that Eric and I had our little discussion.  It was
Thursday afternoon, shortly after the boys would have arrived home after
school, that I received the first phone call; it was from my sister,
Bonnie.  Bonnie was enjoying herself watching her son, whom she
acknowledged as being gay, go through his first real crush.  Seems as
though Eric was now a combination of nervous and giddy.

Mother waited until after dinner to call me.  I quickly realized that she
had known about Eric and Jamie for several days.  It was no surprise when
she told me that she knew of Jamie through her friendship with the boy's
grandmother.  It was what she told me about Jamie and his grandmother that
was the surprise.

Jamie's grandmother was Victoria Menendez.  When I told Mother the name
didn't mean a whole lot to me, she told me I probably knew her better as
Gaga, the name her daughter had given her since as far back as I could
remember.  Our family used to go to their home for cookouts.  It was during
one of these cookouts that a boy decided to pick on my sister and I
defended her.  Since this had happened on more than one occasion, it still
didn't mean anything.  Then, Mother asked me if I remembered getting into
trouble over a blackjack.  That reminder hit home.

With the recognition of who Jamie's grandmother was, I also made the
connection to his mother.  His mother, Susie, was an only child. She was
also my first real girlfriend, if you can say that an eight year old could
have a girl-friend.  She and I were close, and daring.  During one of our
occasional visits, Susie and I disappeared for a little longer than we
should have.  Mrs.  Menendez found us in her bed, under the covers, stark
naked, teaching one another a lot; I thought she was a great kisser with
those puffy lips of hers.  I smiled to myself at the memory and was glad
Mother wasn't there to see me.  As I recalled, she was quite upset,
downright furious, that I had been in bed naked with Susie.  Dad laughed,
which made Mother that much more upset.  My smile disappeared when Mother
told me what had happened to Susie.

While on a visit to South America with her father visiting family, Susie
met someone.  They hadn't known one another too long when they became
engaged.  Mother said we were invited to the wedding but I was away at
college.  I really had no memory of that part of the story.  After the
wedding they settled in South America.  The marriage was reportedly very
happy and a couple of years after the wedding, they had their first child.
Jamie was their third child.  His father worked for the government in one
of their law enforcement agencies.  The long and short of it all was that
Susie, her husband and two older children were killed in what was described
as an organized hit by one of the drug cartels.  No one ever knew why
Jamie, who was only seven then, wasn't killed, but the decision was quickly
made to move him out of the country.

Mother was never one to dwell on the negative and quickly returned to what
the boys wanted to do this upcoming weekend.  She suggested that I arrange
for the two boys to have some alone time, such as at a movie.  She went on
to explain how she and Bonnie would really love to see the boys interact
because they were sure it would be interesting, but thought I was better
suited to play chaperone.  Chaperone?

I began to feel for Eric and Jamie.  Whether the boys realized it or not,
these three women had connived to be sure that the two boys had a good time
together, having planned out the whole weekend.  One day the boys would
realize that they didn't have a chance and might as well just go along with
whatever was planned.  Mother's final suggestion was maybe a movie on
Friday night or Saturday and I could drive them in the Mark.  Poor boys.
Maybe, poor me.

Shortly after lunch I was sitting at my desk and heard my name mentioned.
Most clients entered and asked for me by first and last name.  This was a
lady's voice asking for a Mr. Geoghagan.  I looked up and immediately
recognized Victoria Menendez.  After mother and I talked I tried and tried
to picture this lady in my mind with no luck.  Then, upon seeing her, the
memories came flooding back.  She was a little older, but still very
attractive.  I remembered that the resemblance between Susie and her mother
had always been a topic of conversation while we were growing up.

"Mrs. Menedez," I called out softly, "it's been a long time."

"Too long, Richard; too long," she responded as she walked into my office.

There was no handshake, but a gentle kiss on my cheek before she sat in the
chair I offered her.  I noticed she was carrying a small overnight bag as I
sat in the chair facing her.

"Jackie told me you had moved back and I have been meaning to get over to
your mother's to see you."

"I'll have to say something to Mother about not arranging a dinner or
luncheon for us to see one another again.  By the way, Mother told me about
Susie; I'm sorry for your loss."

"Thank you, that's sweet of you.  I know the two of you were close growing
up.  But, at least she left me with a grand remembrance; a grandson.  Of
course, the reason I'm here is because of him.  His name is Jamie and it
turns out that he and Eric have become good friends.  I understand they are
to visit you this weekend.  The boys say they are supposed to ride home
with your sons this afternoon, stay the weekend, and Jackie has invited me
to the club Sunday afternoon for an early dinner and I'll get him back."

I only hoped that I didn't look as surprised as I felt.  However, I
couldn't help but smile.  It was typical of the boys to plan something and
then figure out a way to let me know; a way where they knew I wouldn't say
or do anything to embarrass them.

"Richard, that smile says you're hearing about this for the first time."

"Well, most of it, yes.  I'm smiling while trying to figure out if it was
the boys' idea or Mother's.  My guess is a little of both."

"Now, if they are imposing . . . ."

"No, no, not at all.  I'm thinking of going home and acting as though I
know nothing and then telling them that I've planned something totally
different.  It'd be interesting to see how they worked it out."

We exchanged a little more small talk and then got down to the heart of
visiting me.

"Richard, I know you're busy, so I'll be blunt as to why I'm really here.
You know Jamie's past and that I'm raising him.  I should also tell you
that Jackie has let me know that you are liberal with the boys on occasion.
By that I mean . . . well, let me say that in South America, children are
given special privileges, particularly related to not having to wear
clothes in some places.  When Jamie came to me I allowed him to continue,
thinking it would be that much less that was changing for him.  Until
recently, it wasn't unusual for Jamie to run around the house, or yard,
nude.  To tell you the truth I enjoyed watching him; he is a beautiful
child.

"Notice that I said until recently.  I believe a nice way of saying it is
to say that he is no longer a 'little' boy and certain things are happening
to his body.  I wanted to let you know that I have absolutely no objections
to Jamie skinny dipping at your home or doing anything else that you allow
your boys to do."

Terror almost struck me as I wondered if she had any idea what my boys
really do at home.

"Also, if he asks some questions, please don't feel uncomfortable answering
him, or even feel you need to answer.  You see, it's just the two of us and
I know he's at a point where he needs a man to talk to sometimes and . . ."

"Mrs. Menendez," I interrupted before she took the whole afternoon to
explain.  "I promise that I will treat him as one of my own.  I'm sure the
boys will like him.  The boys consider Eric to be part of our household so
I'm sure Jamie will be part of the group very quickly.  I look forward to
meeting him later this afternoon."

She didn't respond.  She just sat there and looked at me wearing this
matronly smile.

"You're the same Richard I remembered.  No wonder your mother is so proud
of you."

This is the point where I always became embarrassed and prayed for the
phone to ring.  I hadn't missed the part about Mother inviting her to an
early dinner at the club.  The Menendez family had belonged to the club.
My sources had told me the Menendez family was no longer members.  I made a
mental note to talk to Mother.  There still had to be some money because
Jamie was attending the same private school as my boys.

Before the end of my day, I had another call from Bonnie.  I was really
beginning to wonder what was going on.  Eric and Jamie were friends, coming
over to my house which was Eric's second home.  But, why all the fuss?
When I asked Bonnie if she knew she seemed surprised that I didn't.  The
explanation was that Jamie had seen his family killed and, from all
accounts, it was fairly gruesome.  Part of the speculation on why he wasn't
killed was so he could describe to authorities, and the news media, what
had happened.  The theory is the cartel wanted to get a message out to
others and used Jamie to do it.

With the loss of his immediate family, the only local family was his
father's and reports stated that they had also been threatened.  Jamie was
taken to the US embassy and kept there until arrangements were made to
bring him to America, permanently.  When he arrived he was still
traumatized and extensive therapy was required.  There was no insurance to
covers costs and Mr. and Mrs. Menendez had to liquidate considerable assets
to help the boy.  The family estate was finally settled in South America
and a trust established for Jamie.  Mrs. Menendez had refused to accept any
reimbursement for the cost incurred.  I assumed that part of the
liquidation also was foregoing their club membership, which is no small
amount of pocket change.

Knowing that the women most likely had all this planned out, I asked if
there was anything else I should know before going home to meet Jamie.
There were two things.  First, this was the first time Jamie had made a
close friend and stayed away from home since coming to live with his
grandmother.  Secondly, the boys wanted this to be a date.  They wanted to
go out to eat, a movie, and for me to drop them off at the mall in the
Mark.  I didn't say anything.  I just shook my head and laughed, knowing
that I was going to do it for them.

* * * *

Arriving home that evening a rare event greeted me.  Everyone, David,
Michael, Frank, Sean, Eric and the boy I assumed to be Jamie, was sitting
around the breakfast bar with a drink and finger food.  That wasn't the
surprise. The surprise was that everyone was fully dressed.  Experience had
taught me that there was more in the air than just Jamie and Eric going to
a movie.

"Hey, Dad," Frank called out.  "Guess what?  You get ta be chauffeur and
we're all goin' out."

I ignored him and walked over to the two younger boys.

"Eric."

"Hey, Uncle Rick," he answered somewhat timidly.  "It was okay for us ta
come over tonight, wasn't it?"

"It's fine; you know that."

"I know, but Mom says I have ta ask anyway to be polite."

Then, I have to admit that my breath was almost taken away.  Jamie had been
looking down as though he was shy.  When he looked up at me, it was almost
as though time had turned backwards.  He was the spittin' image of his
mother, except his eyes were a little larger and she never had his curly
hair.

Jamie was just what Eric had said, beautiful.  He had large, oval eyes that
were a dark, dark brown capped by eyelashes any girl would die for and set
back under sleek eyebrows that had only a slight arch as they swept back
along his forehead.  His lips were full and puffy, exactly like his
mothers.  He had an almost aquiline nose that reminded me of a Greek god,
as did his curly, dark hair.  There was no doubt that he had Spanish or,
possibly, Mediterranean genes from the olive tone of his skin.

"Dad . . . Dad," Michael called out.  "You're staring."

Suddenly, I realized that I was and felt a little embarrassed.  I could
tell that I was also making Jamie uncomfortable.

"Jamie, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.  I knew your
mother when we were both children.  You look just like her, and I mean that
as a compliment."

"Thank you, sir.  A lotta people tell me I look like her.  Grandma showed
me some pictures of her when she was little and I guess we do look a lot
alike.  My grandma also told me that you knew my mom.  So did my mom,
kinda.  She talked a little about a friend she had growing up named
Richard.  Is that you?"

"That's me.  I'm flattered that she remembered and thought enough of our
friendship to say something.  Should I ask what she said?"

"Ummmmm, I don't know," Jamie answered, looking very sheepish.  "She did
say something to me just before it happened 'bout the two of you gettin'
naked together."

"OOOOOOOOOOOO," came the chorus of voices.

"Well, yes.  Maybe we'll talk about that some other time," I responded,
feeling a little embarrassed myself.

"Now, gentlemen, and I hope everyone understands that I'm speaking to Eric
and Jamie, I have been advised that you had some special plans for
tonight?"

I wanted to laugh when I saw Eric tense up and turn red.

"Did Mom talk to you, Uncle Rick?"

"Among others."

"Well, can we?  Please?"

"If you're asking if I'll drive you to the mall in the Mark, the answer is
yes.  However, how do we plan on getting home?"

"That's easy.  Frank, and Sean and Mike are goin' to a movie, too, at the
same theater, but not with us.  We'll meet after the movie and come back
with them.  If that's okay, of course."

"That's fine.  Now, by chance do I have any plans for tonight?" I asked,
looking directly at David.

"We have dinner reservations on the river; the Chart House."

"Do I need to change?"

"Just your shirt.  Something a bit more casual."

"Why is everyone else standing around?" I asked.

"We need our allowance," Mike answered, almost deadpan.

I should have known.

David and I drove Eric and Jamie to the mall.  There was a circular
driveway in front of the theater for drop-offs.  When we got there, it was
crowded with teens.  I was sure the idea of using the Mark had something to
do with what someone had said at school and a little social climbing.  Some
things never change from one generation to the next.

On the way to the mall, Eric finally asked the question I knew was on his
mind.  He knew the house rules.

"Uh, Uncle Rick?  Did Jamie's grandmother talk to you today?"

"Yes, she came to see me and we had quite a talk, especially about the old
days."

"Yeah, but did she . . . you know . . . did she say . . ."

"She said that Jamie likes to run around naked.  Is that true, Jamie?"

I had to smile seeing the shock and how red his face had turned.

"Yes, boys.  You may go skinny dipping, and Mrs. Menendez said Jamie may do
whatever the other boys normally do around the house."

When I looked in the rearview mirror, there was pure excitement and
mischief on two young boys' faces.

End Ch 51
To be continued

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