Date: Mon, 10 May 2010 15:26:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Second Time Around Ch 52

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Chapter Fifty-Two: Second Time Around


David and I stayed out a little later than we originally anticipated.  The
Chart House is a nice restaurant on the river, downtown.  Weekend evenings,
it's not unusual to run into a group of business men and professionals
about my age and younger.  The advantage was that its location was far
enough away from my work that I didn't need to worry about running into a
business associate, which could quickly turn a relaxing evening into a
working evening.

It was fall which meant there were plenty of games being played each
Saturday. Of course, in our area the subject was always dominated by three
schools, Florida, Florida State, and Georgia.  The debates and jibes were
intended to be good natured and most everyone usually took them that way.
The only time there was a negative reaction was when one school was doing
extremely poor and a fan of the school doing extremely well made a
disparaging remark.  This season all three schools were wallowing in
mediocrity.

David and I arrived home a little after ten-thirty and knew more about why
each team was not doing better than we ever really cared to know.  We both
had just enough to drink to make us feel relaxed, not even close to having
a buzz on.  When we walked in there were three naked bodies standing either
in front of the refrigerator or at the counter making sandwiches.  Two
younger naked bodies were sitting on the floor in front of the television
seemingly totally absorbed in a game where dragons were being blown up.

"Hey Dad, David.  That musta been some dinner," Frank greeted us.

"It was a nice, relaxing evening.  How about you guys?" I responded as
David and I sat on a couple of bar stools.

Frank leaned across the counter and looked me directly in the eyes; then he
looked at David the same way.  I knew he was about to express his
assessment of our evening.

"Hmmmmmm.  You walked in steady, eyes aren't red, no slurring of the speech
that I can detect.  I'd say you had about two good glasses of wine, three
if you had wine with your dinner.  That should be enough for a solid sleep
and maybe sleeping-in tomorrow morning."

"Smart ass," I commented as I reached over and took half of his sandwich,
giving the other half to David.

"Hey!  I just made that."

"For which we thank you," David responded with a smile as we bid everyone a
good night and headed for our room.

Sleep had never been a problem for me.  Like most parents I was attuned to
certain sounds around the house and either ignored them, or if they were
different than normal, immediately awoke.  When I awoke this time and
looked at the clock it was after 2:00AM.  The sound I heard wasn't the
boys.  It was more of a high-pitched whining sound.

As I approached the family room I could tell the television set was still
on.  At this time of night?  When I could see the screen I saw that it was
one of the boys' video games that had been put on pause or stop or whatever
command was required to freeze the picture.  I spotted the boys as I
approached the back of the sofa.

Eric and Jamie lay on the floor, sound asleep.  Both boys were on their
left side, Eric lay behind Jamie with his arm wrapped possessively around
Jamie's middle.  The expression on both of their faces was nothing short of
angelic.  For a moment I thought about getting my camera, but decided the
boys wouldn't appreciate it.  If the other boys saw the picture, they would
tease Eric and Jamie mercilessly; particularly Frank.  I was certain
neither boy wanted his mother or grandmother to see the picture.

David appeared at my side.  Looking over the sofa, he just smiled.  He held
up a finger signifying 'wait a minute' and walked down the hallway.  David
returned with a light blanket.  We covered the boys, turned off the
television, thus ending that irritating high-pitched sound, and went back
to bed.

* * * *

Ask almost any parent and they will tell you that early morning on the
weekends is one of their favorite times.  With no school, kids usually
sleep in allowing for quiet time; time to think if one chose, time to just
relax and not think about anything if one chose, time to oneself.  As a
parent, time to oneself was rare and treasured.  Rising early, I set the
coffee pot and returned to my room for a quick shave and shower.  After
pouring myself a fresh cup, I slipped on a robe and headed out front for
the paper.

Sitting at the breakfast bar, I enjoyed a hot cup of coffee while scanning
the headlines.  Peripheral vision let me see a young body trying to quietly
make his way towards the bathroom while trying to hide every boy's morning
frustration.  I looked at the clock and congratulated myself; I had
actually enjoyed a solid twenty minutes of quiet time.

"Good morning," I greeted the boy who wasn't quite fully awake.  "Are you
staying up or going to get some more sleep?"

"Is it okay if I stay up?" he asked.

"It's okay by me," I answered Jamie "Your choice; but I wouldn't expect
Eric up for another hour or so.  He's the sleeper in the group."

"Grandma likes ta get up at day-break.  She always says it's okay for me ta
sleep in but she makes enough noise that I figure she really wants me ta
get up, so I do.  Now, it's a habit."

"Would you like something to drink?  Orange juice, apple juice, milk . . ."

"Grandma lets me have coffee in the morning, on weekends, that is.  Well,
it's sorta coffee.  She fills the cup half-way with milk and then adds some
coffee.  It's more like milk with coffee than coffee with milk."

"I'll let you in on a little secret.  The boys like coffee on weekends and
I let 'em have it, but I still add a lot of milk to it.  Don't think your
Grandma is doing anything any differently than most other parents.  I think
there's some sweet rolls in the pantry if you're hungry.  When a couple of
the other boys get up I was going to fix breakfast."

"I'll wait," he answered as he stirred his coffee.  "Can I help? I always
help Grandma on weekends.  She does the eggs and toast while I do bacon in
the microwave."

"Doing bacon in the microwave sounds smart if you cook dressed like you are
now," I teased.

"I don't cook much naked," he grinned.  "Too much chance of valuable parts
gettin' hurt.  I wear one of my grandma's aprons that protects everything
'cept what's hangin' out back.  My grandma tell you she lets me run around
the house naked sometimes?"

"Yes, she did.  From the twinkle in her eyes I'd say she thinks it's kind
of cute."

"She's let me do it ever since I can remember.  I'm so used ta bein' naked
around her that I don't even think about it . . . . most times, anyways.
She likes ta tease me when we're cookin' and tells me she thinks I got a
cute bottom; sometimes she likes ta pinch my butt.  She thinks it's funny
if I squeal and jump a little."

This kid was unbelievably adorable.  I didn't have to tease him, he could
make himself blush without half trying.

"Well, I think that's just a grandma's way of saying she loves you.
Something tells me you don't mind it either."

"Yeah . . ." he giggled and blushed even more, if that was possible.

While we talked, I had begun to pull out the bowls and ingredient to
prepare breakfast.  One of the items was a fresh pound of bacon.  Jamie had
come around the breakfast bar and was in the kitchen opening the bacon.
Without him asking, I just handed him the microwave bacon rack and we kept
going like we did that every day.

"This is the first time I ever stayed with a friend and it was okay ta be
naked.  I've been to a couple friends' houses before and we might go skinny
dippin' but we had ta wear a robe or something until we jumped in the pool.
They kept the lights off, too, so's nobody'd see us.  Here, it's just kinda
like, you know, it's just normal and nobody thinks anything of it."

"Don't look now, kiddo, but it is normal to be without clothes.  A great
man once said that a boy's body is the most beautiful of all of God's
creations.  Man was created in his image, so there's no way it can be
anything but beautiful.  If someone thinks otherwise, then it's because
they have a dirty mind."

"Really?"  Jamie responded.

"Really," I answered.

"Really what?" a sleepy voice interrupted us; it was Eric staggering
towards us.

"Of course, you have to realize that, with the evidence before us, just
maybe even He could make a little mistake," I said, looking at Eric.

Jamie laughed.

"Why do I think ya'll are laughin' at me?" Eric wanted to know.

"'Cause we are," Jamie volunteered as I walked over behind Eric and gave
him a little hug, mussing his hair as I walked away.

"That my coffee?" Eric asked without changing expressions.

"That's Jamie's, but if you would like to make yourself a cup of coffee
I'll be glad to hand you a cup," handing him the cup as I made the
statement.

"He's not awake yet," Jamie commented as he walked over and whispered
something to Eric.

I didn't have to guess what Jamie told him when I saw Eric look down and
observe his personal battering ram.  Eric looked at me and smiled, shrugged
his shoulders, and headed down the hall.  Boys.

* * * *

"I heard you talking with Jamie this morning.  Learn anything?" David asked
as we sat in the family room drinking coffee and watching the boys frolic
in the pool.

"I learned that I don't have to tease him much for him to blush.  He made
himself blush more than I did."

"Eric talked to me about Jamie," David continued. "He thinks that whenever
he and the boys talk about you that Jamie gets a little jealous.  Eric
thinks it's because he doesn't have a father or someone to be like a father
to him."

"His grandmother came by my office and talked with me.  She thinks he's at
the age where he needs a man's influence.  At least, an older male that he
can talk to."

"Did she ask you to step in with the boy?" David asked.  "Not really.  She
explained to me what happened to his parents.  She also let me know that if
Jamie did ask questions that, if I was comfortable talking with him, she
thought that might be a good thing."

"He seemed to be pretty comfortable with you this morning.  Not too many
boys would tell someone they've only known for a couple of days what he
told you this morning."

"I imagine his grandmother talked with him about who I was, and he's
probably heard a lot from the boys, so it's not like he's only known me for
a couple of days.  My impression is that he's hungry for attention and
looking for that support all boys need when going through puberty.  If he
is gay, then the support will be that much more critical.  Also, given the
way he was looking at you, my guess is that I'm not the only one he'll talk
to."

"Hey, I'm not the one with parenting experience.  That's your area."

"Tell the boys that; not me," I teased. "Seems to me that Mike, Frank and
Sean come to you now just about as much as they come to me."

"That's different," he countered.

"Uh-huh.  Keep telling yourself that.  Now, what do you suggest we do with
them today?"

"They seem to be doing alright on their own," David said, revealing his
inexperience.

"For right now, yes.  Jamie will stay out there all day and all weekend if
that's what Eric wants to do.  However, I can tell you now that after a
while they'll get bored, come inside for something to eat, go back outside
for a short while, and then back in here complaining they're bored.
Knowing my boys, if they're bored and there's nothing else to do, we could
have a wild orgy going by mid-afternoon.  I'm not particularly interested
in having Jamie go back home and explain that was the entertainment for the
afternoon."

David just sat there and laughed, trying to figure out if I was serious.  I
was.

Deciding to let the boys be by themselves, David and I headed out to the
garage.  All of the vehicles, except the Mark, were in front of the garage
and behind the gates.  It had been a while since I took the time to
thoroughly clean my cars and, for me, it was a relaxing way to spend some
time.

The daily drivers were quickly cleaned, dried and put away.  We even washed
the boys' cars for them.  If the boys asked, I would tell them it was just
because I thought they were great kids, which was partially true.  The real
reason was to see if they were taking proper care of the cars.  I'd already
had one go round with Mike where I had threatened to sell the car.  He was
not only neglecting to check the fluids, but I could hardly get in the car
with all the trash.  This time I was pleasantly surprised to find the car
relatively clean; not perfect, but not bad.

Between the two of us we were able to clean them in short order.  David was
keeping a pile of the wadded up test papers and other items, including
food.  The boys usually got upset when I offered them fries, claiming it
was bad for their complexion.  So, who was responsible for the cold fries
under the seats?

The last car to be cleaned was the Mark II; my absolute pride.  These cars
were listed as one of the best engineered in the world in their day.  I
thought the simple lines were classic.  The boys, including David, enjoyed
teasing me because I also cleaned the engine and had a soft toothbrush I
used to clean the air grill on the cowl.  I had another soft brush I used
to clean inside the leather tufts in the upholstery.  The job wasn't
complete until I polished all the chrome and rubbed a leather conditioner
on the seats.  I bought the car from the estate of the original owner and
had all the papers.  The car was original, looked and ran like brand new,
and my baby.

"Can we help?" I was surprised to hear Eric.

"I appreciate the offer, but I thought you boys were playing in the pool."

"We were, but we decided we wanted to do somethin' else.  That's when we
noticed you weren't around the patio and decided to come lookin'."

"Well, as I said, I appreciate the offer, but we're just about complete
here.  All we have to do is put the car back in the garage and put the
ramps away.  What time is it anyway?"

"It's after noon," Eric answered, subconsciously putting his hand on his
stomach.  I couldn't help smiling.

"No, Uncle Rick, that's not it.  We're big enough to fix ourselves a
sandwich if we're hungry," Eric added after seeing my smile.

"There is somethin' else I wanted ta ask, though."  Eric suddenly turned
serious and sounded a little uncertain.  I just looked at him and waited.

"There's a monster truck show down at the football stadium and me and Jamie
was wonderin' if, maybe, we could go?"

"You mean you just want to ride down and look at some trucks?" I feigned
ignorance, although it wasn't totally feigned.

"No.  You don't understand, Uncle Rick," Eric didn't hesitate to begin my
education.  "These are custom trucks with big engines with blowers and
stuff and no mufflers.  They're not real trucks 'cause they have fiberglass
bodies and you can't drive 'em on the streets.  Some are so tall you hafta
have a ladder to get in 'em."

"Yeah, and they have names like El Toro and Grave Digger.  That's my
favorite," Jamie added.  "It's got headlights that glow red like a evil
demon or somethin'."

"They race 'em, Uncle Rick.  They also jump over other cars."

Eric and Jamie were now elbowing one another, each trying to add the part
he thought was most exciting.

"They have one contest where they hafta make the truck spin in place like a
top.  When they rev the engines up they get so loud you can't hear the guy
next to ya even if he hollers.  In fact, they say you need to wear ear
plugs to you don't mess up you're hearing."

"Don't forget," Eric was now talking to Jamie, not David and me.  "This
time they got a special built golf cart with a jet engine."

"Jamie, sounds as though you've been to one of these shows," David
commented.

"No, sir.  I've just seen 'em on TV.  I thought they might be too loud for
Grandma.  They say you get kinda dirty, too, from all the exhaust and dirt
bein' kicked up."

"You know, I've never been to one of those shows," David told the boys.
"Sounds like it might be fun."

"What time is the show?" I asked.

"There's one at four and another around eight, I think," Eric stated.
"We'd like ta go to the early show.  That way, when we get back, we can
still go swimmin', or somethin'."

'Or somethin'?' I thought.  These boys had something else in mind and I
knew it, but decided not to press them.  David and I both wanted them to
have a good time this weekend.  I decided to end the suspense and make them
happy.

"Tell you what.  Since it's about lunch-time, suppose instead of cooking
out later this afternoon as we planned, we do a cookout right now?  Jamie,
have you ever had a homemade chicken sandwich, grilled, and topped with
cheese, bacon and barbecue sauce?"

"No, sir, but it sounds great," Jamie responded with enthusiasm.  Of
course, what teenage boy didn't have a positive response to food?

"Now, who all's going to the truck show?" I inquired, really wanting to
know if the other boys wanted to go.

"We haven't said anything to the others," Eric responded.  "We thought
maybe you and David might like ta go, too."

"Don't you boys think you'll have a better time without the old guys
hanging around?" I offered.

"Oh, no; you can go and it's alright," Eric responded quickly.

Jamie elbowed Eric and it took Eric a minute to realize what he had just
implied.

"No, Uncle Rick!  That's not what I meant!  I mean, it's not like you and
David are old and all."

"Slow down, son, I know what you meant.  This is your party and if you want
it to be just you and Jamie I was trying to give you that opportunity."

"We think it'd be fun if we all went," Jamie volunteered.

"Sounds like we need to get busy grilling then if we're to be on time,"
David interjected.

* * * *

If you've never been to a monster truck show, I can tell you that it's just
like the boys said – loud, very loud, smelly like exhaust and oil
burning, and dirt flying everywhere.  Did I mention loud?  The field that
had hosted a professional football game the previous weekend had been
covered in dirt with six mounds, each about four feet high.  Near the
sidelines and stretched between two mounds were ten cars, or, at least the
pancaked body of what used to be cars.

All of the trucks were equipped with low pressure tires tall enough to fit
giant earth-movers.  The drivers literally had to use a step-ladder or pull
down steps built into the trucks to enter the driver's compartment.  The
boys had cautioned us to bring ear plugs and I was glad that I listened.

For the boys, the entertainment was on the field.  For me, the
entertainment was watching the boys.  Eric and Jamie were like two little
kids.  They jumped, hollered, cheered, jabbed and grabbed one another and
appeared to have a great time.  They were in a world with a total
population of two.  What was really interesting to me was the few times
they managed to sit still they sat with their hands on the other one's leg.
I wasn't sure if it was intentional, but they seemed oblivious to what they
were doing or that anyone might think something of it.  It was totally
innocent, and honest.

Frank and Sean were almost as bad as Eric and Jamie when it came to the
yelling and jumping around.  When one of the trucks jumped into the air
there was always a big cheer, particularly if it landed on two wheels and
bounced as though it was about to flip over.  David was almost as bad as
the boys.  This was his first time attending a monster truck show.
Whenever he got excited he would slap the top of my thigh.  The problem was
that he seemed to forget how strong he was and more than once it just flat
out hurt.

The only person that seemed to not be having a good time was Michael.

"Michael, don't look so glum."

"Da-ad, how can anyone think this is fun?" he responded in a rather bitchy
tone.  "My mouth feels like it's full of grit, my eyes are full of exhaust
fumes and grit, and we won't even think about how much dirt is in my hair."
"Mike, you had the opportunity to stay home.  You chose to come even after
you heard what it would be like.  Now, I don't want you spoiling it for the
others."

He rolled his eyes, which I ignored.  After a short while, he started
getting into it, especially after to jet powered golf cart came out.
Before it was over he was jumping around and hollering with everyone else.

I was glad that we had brought the boys' Cherokee.  I'm not so sure I could
have enjoyed the show as much as I did if we had brought either of my cars
and these fumes managed to be absorbed into the upholstery.

* * * *

As we neared the house I announced, "When we get home leave your clothes by
the door in the garage, I don't want all these fumes in the house."

Since the boys decided that was the signal to them to begin stripping, I
was glad that I waited until we were almost home to say anything.

"That didn't mean strip now," I informed them.  "You can strip when we get
home."

"Why not now, Dad? " Frank asked with that 'Mr. Innocent' tone he liked to
employ sometimes.  "We stoppin' somewhere?  Besides, it feels good to ride
around naked and feel the wind on your body."

I looked in the rear view mirror and could tell that Eric and Jamie didn't
know what to do.

"At least wait until I turn off San Jose, please.  And keep your bare buns
out of the window."

"Shoot, how'd he know we were gonna moon somebody?" Frank asked.

David got cute and reached over to unzip my jeans; a move that earned him a
hard pop on the back of his hand.  His reaction was a smile and laugh.

When we got home and I parked the car, I quickly opened my door and got
out.  The boys exited the car.  Each one of them had only taken off their
shirt.  As they passed me they ran their zippers up and down a couple of
times and gave me their best 'gotcha' grin.  Once in the garage they didn't
waste any time losing the rest of their clothing and racing each other to
the pool.

It was after 7:30 and I knew what would be coming soon, very soon.  David
followed me inside as I pulled out leftovers for supper.

"Thanks for takin' us to the show," Jamie stated between bites of his
sandwich.

I had to laugh to myself.  The boys ran straight for the pool after
shedding their clothes.  As soon as I announced everyone had to make their
own sandwiches, they ran just as hard for the food.  Not one of them
bothered to reach for a towel.

"Yeah, thanks, Uncle Rick, that was fun," Eric added.

"Yeah, that was pretty cool, Dad," Frank offered.

"Sure was," from Sean.

"Yeah, it was'n too bad," the best I could expect from Mike.

"Yeah, Dad, that was pretty cool," David said with a smirk.

 Dad?  From David?  Someone was feeling his oats.  Of course, the boys
loved it.

The boys quickly got into their chatter about the show and the trucks.
With years of training I was able to tune most of their chatter out and
concentrate on what interested me.  I watched Jamie and Eric.  They goofed
off like most boys are prone to doing, but the look in their eyes told me
something.  These two boys really liked each other.  They were comfortable
with each other, and that was good.

If Jamie was uncomfortable with anything, I sensed that it was with us and
not knowing exactly what was permitted and what wasn't.  Given that this
was his first visit, his uncertainty was understandable.  When everyone
finished eating, I asked Frank to help David and me clear the table.

"Frank, we don't really need help clearing table.  I just wanted to speak
to you about Jamie.  Since this is his first visit and he's not aware of
the boundaries, I'd like for you guys to . . . ."

"Dad," Frank interrupted and pointed towards the window.  "Have you seen
Jamie and Eric together?  Maybe you should look outside now."

I looked out through the window and have to admit that I was a little
surprised.  Evidently, there had been more going on than I thought.  Jamie
was floating on his back with Eric standing by his side.  It was obvious
that Eric had his mouth attached to one of Jamie's nipples.  Eric was also
using his middle finger to trace the fine line between the torso and upper
thigh.  The grin on Jamie's face, together with the rising boy parts, told
me he was very comfortable with where he was.

Looking towards the far side of the pool, it was obvious that Little Mikey
was rising to the occasion, also.  Sean was standing behind Mike with his
arms wrapped around Mike's waist.  He didn't appear to be standing still
either.

As I stood there briefly observing the boys, I felt a very warm body press
against my back; arms wrapped themselves around my waist.  "Give you any
ideas?"

End Ch 52

To Be Continued
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