Date: Fri, 6 Sep 2002 11:39:01 EDT
From: Tulsadriller7@aol.com
Subject: Route 66 Tour, Chapter 2/?

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ROUTE 66 TOUR
Copyrightc 2002 by Tulsa Driller 7.  All rights reserved.

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PLEASE:  In a perfect world AIDS doesn't exist.  My
characters have unprotected sex.  I hope you use proper
precautions because I'd like you to be around the read the
last chapter of this story.

Route 66 Tour
Chapter 2
     We talked all the way back to Oklahoma City on that
Friday afternoon.  Holding hands, we discussed the last
three days starting with seeing each other in the group on
Wednesday morning at the Fort Reno visitors center, then
meeting him and his grandmother over lunch that noon.
     It had been a busy three-day tour (two-days for Charlie
and me), with a lot of stops made and historical lore to
digest.  For those serious about Route 66 history and
Oklahoma history, the trip could serve as an overview for
those who wanted to go back on their own and slowly explore
what was there to see and do.
     Those going on the entire tour had been exposed to the
plains of western Oklahoma on the Texas border to the
rolling green hills and lakes of the eastern part of the
state.
     Imagine my surprise on Wednesday night after we had
dinner in Tulsa that A.J. had intercepted me as I was
leaving to take Charlie back to his house for the evening.
We were to meet the group for breakfast the next morning at
7:30.
     A.J. wanted a "tour of the city's nightlife" but it
turned out that he really wanted a "tour of my bed" and
actually seduced me.  A 25-year old stud that went after
(and caught) a 59-year old man who hadn't given any thought
that something like that would happen.
     After a night of passion, we continued with the group
tour on Thursday morning.  Instead of going back to Oklahoma
City when the tour was over, he decided to spend another
night with me and then wanted a quick tour of two of the
city's art museums; the Philbrook and Gilcrease.  I really
didn't have any plans for the next day, so was glad to play
"tour guide" again.
     This is what had brought us to the drive to Oklahoma
City that Friday afternoon.  A.J. had a job interview at
3:30 so we'd had a quick lunch and were almost at the end of
the 100-mile drive to his home.  He lived with his parents
in an area called The Village, which was an area of very
expensive homes.  His parents were in Europe for a couple of
weeks and his grandmother lived in a townhouse between
Nichols Hills and A.J.'s family home.
     A.J. wanted me to come back the next day to spend three
days with him.  It was Labor Day weekend and my schedule was
flexible, except I had a function tonight in Tulsa, which I
had to attend.  No getting out of it.
     The first stoplight we encountered after leaving Tulsa
was when we got off the Kilpatrick Turnpike to exit at Lake
Hefner.  It had been years since I'd been in this part of
the city and what had been open fields the last time was
literally "wall to wall" houses.  I would not have
recognized the area.  We made a turn on Hefner Drive, and
then a couple more turns into a cul-de-sac with a house that
looked like Tara from "Gone with the Wind" at the end of the
court.  I guessed right.  It was the family home.
     A.J. instructed me to drive around to the back.  His
car was at a church parking lot where the tour had embarked
on Tuesday morning, but he would use his mother's Lincoln
Town Car to go to his interview and then get a friend to
help him retrieve his car later in the evening.  Right now
he needed to get ready to go downtown, although he really
wouldn't have to rush.
     The inside of the house looked more like a museum than
a place where a family lived.  One could tell that a
decorator had simply gone out and bought "this, that and the
other" and stuck it on shelves and tables.  Even the family
room didn't look like it was used.  The house had a cold,
unlived-in feeling to it.
     A.J. steered me upstairs to his bedroom.  Now this room
looked like it was occupied.  There were sports trophies and
plaques on the walls and shelving, several nice pieces of
artwork and a miniature Calder mobile hanging from the
ceiling.  Surprisingly, there were a number of model cars
that had been put together from kits.  The room was large,
probably 18 x 25 feet.  Plenty of room for a queen-size bed,
dresser, armoire, computer desk and a couple of comfortable
easy chairs.  He proudly showed me his huge bathroom with
Jacuzzi tub and large shower and a big walk-in closet, which
didn't have all that many clothes in it.  What were hanging
there were good quality items.
     I was looking around the room and went to one of the
windows.  There was a nice, sparkling pool in the yard with
a nice deck on two sides.  There was a gas grill and lounge
furniture on the deck.
     He decided that he didn't need to shower, but did a
quick cleanup.  I sat and admired his body and the grace
with which he moved while getting dressed.  It didn't take
him long to dress.  He looked like he'd just stepped off the
cover of GQ.
     I stood up and he gathered me in his arms to nuzzle my
neck, then stuck his wet tongue in my ear.  I experienced a
thrill at the feelings he was causing my body.  Then he
traced a wet line around to my mouth and we had a duel with
our two tongues.  It felt wonderful and he smelled so good.
I later learned that he was wearing ? (Pi) by Givenchy, one
of my favorites.
     "I wish you didn't have to go back home tonight," he
said.
     "Same here, but I can't get out of this.  There just
isn't anyway that I can skip this.  They are depending on
me."
     "I understand."
     We had talked about my coming back the next day.  He
thought his grandmother needed to go to the grocery store
and had other errands the next day, but he would have to see
what her schedule was.  She didn't drive anymore and
depended mostly on his mother and him to take her where she
needed to go.
     It was agreed that we would talk and exchange emails
later in the evening and decide exactly when I should arrive
back at his house the next day.
     Another sensuous kiss and it was time to part company
for a few hours.  We hugged each other and headed for the
garage and he followed me out of the driveway, but turned
the opposite direction at the next turn.
     * * * * *
     I had plenty of fuel as I'd filled the car early that
morning when we headed to the two museums.  Although it was
about 100 miles back home, it wouldn't take that long.  The
speed limit on the Turner Turnpike (I-44) was 75 mph and I
had a PikePass, an electronic device that transmitted my
entry and exit points on the toll road for automatic
billing.  There was a special lane for vehicles using that
system so I didn't even have to slow down for the tollbooth.
     I was back in my apartment in a little over an hour and
a half.  It's a pretty drive and I could pick up classical
music stations the entire distance and was able to enjoy a
Beethoven piano concerto until NPR started their evening
talk show.  I had several tapes with me, so picked something
lighter for the rest of the trip.
     Deciding that I had time to start a load of laundry
before going to my rehearsal, I stripped the somewhat crusty
sheets off the bed and gathered the towels out of the
bathroom then loaded the washer in the laundry off my
kitchen.  Going back to the bedroom, I pulled out clean
sheets, made the bed, and then got out clean towels for the
bathroom.  I really wasn't hungry since we'd had more lunch
than I usually eat, so gathered up the music I needed and
put it in my tote bag, setting it by the door.
     Remembering that I hadn't gotten the mail for three
days, I walked down to the mailboxes and unlocked mine.  The
box was stuffed full and when going through it I discovered
the Postman had left two packages at the complex office.
Too late to get them today, so I laid the notice where I'd
be sure to remember it in the morning.
     As I was driving downtown I noticed there wasn't much
traffic at 7 p.m.  Those on the road were going east in the
other lanes.  We had a good rehearsal, but I was glad when
it was over.  The final "polishing" before the dress
rehearsal was next week.  My obligation was over at that
point, as they would use orchestra instead of piano for the
performance.
     * * * * *
     I arrived back home and emptied the washer into the
dryer and washed other clothes, all of which were colored so
could go in one load.
     I fixed myself a drink and sorted through the mail.
Out of the whole stack, there were two magazines, two bills,
a personal letter and a newsletter.  The rest that had
crammed the mailbox full was all trash.  If the Post Office
charged as much for junk mail as first-class, we wouldn't
have any and maybe they could deliver the mail on time.
     The letter was from a former co-worker giving me a
detailed account and sending some pictures of her summer
trip to Russia.  She's one of the few people I know who
still writes wonderful letters - in longhand, no less - and
you feel as if you had been there.  Everyone else I
corresponded with had to settle from emails from me.  I
seldom made long distance calls anymore and the last bill
had charges only for two faxes I'd sent.
     I heard the dryer shut off, so went to check on it.
The sheets were dry, but the towels needed more time.  I ran
the rinse cycle again on the washer to get rid of any excess
soap that might remain in the clothes.
     The telephone rang about that time.  It was A.J.  His
grandmother needed to do her weekly grocery shopping in the
morning after an appointment to get her hair washed and set.
A friend was going to help him bring his car home while she
was at the beauty shop.  That was going to take up his
morning so he suggested that I arrive back in Oklahoma City
around 2 p.m. the next afternoon.  That time worked for me.
     It was time for the 10 p.m. news and I was thinking
that I'd watch the weather, then go to bed, but had a dish
of ice cream to quell that craving I couldn't - or wouldn't
- control.
     I don't think I was awake much past the time it took to
roll over after my head hit the pillow.  I didn't even dream
during the night and slept until 8 o'clock, unusual for me.
     * * * * *
     The coffee and orange juice seemed really good this
morning and then I realized that I hadn't eaten last night.
There were some muffins in the refrigerator, so a quick zap
of one in the microwave and a pat of butter rounded out my
healthy breakfast.  Hey, it was a bran muffin.  Got to be
healthy, right?
     Since I needed to run the vacuum and take the trash
out, I accomplished that in short order.  I didn't need to
do any dusting, but the bathroom really needed to be
cleaned.
     My time was occupied the rest of the morning by
answering and sending emails and working on my story, "Tales
from the Ranch".  Four chapters had been posted to Nifty and
I was working on 10 thru 12.  My friend, Paul, had completed
proofing and editing through chapter 8.  I sent Chapter 5 to
Nifty and asked them to hold it until Monday morning.  I was
going to try to submit two chapters a week and Chapter 5 was
a long one - almost 13 pages.
     For some reason I was restless and really couldn't
concentrate on my writing.  Usually I just sat and typed
while the characters and scenes unfolded in my head.  Not
today.
     I finished up the laundry by drying the clothes I had
washed the previous evening and put clothes together to take
with me.  I knew we were going to eat one meal at their
country club and another at a very nice restaurant, so would
need a couple of dress shirts, suit and tie.  Three pair of
chinos, several sport and polo shirts and shorts, along with
underwear and socks would complete my needs for the next few
days.  I always kept a bag containing toilet articles packed
and on the shelf so I only had to grab it when packing.  It
saved forgetting something I might need.  I kept a hair
dryer in my suitcase, but could probably use A.J.'s.  So,
all I had to do was fold a few things and put the hanging
clothes in a garment bag.
     I needed to remember to stop at the ATM on the way out
of town.  I generally didn't carry all that much cash, but
sometimes it was easier than a credit card unless I was at a
restaurant or business.  I'd need cash for admission to some
of the things we were going to do - the art museum, the zoo
and other attractions.
     Finally it was a little after 11 so I decided that it
was time to shave and shower, then put on the clothes I'd
laid out to wear today.  Simple - shorts and a polo with a
pair of white Reeboks.  I thought we might be walking a lot
this afternoon.  While I was dressing I decided to take the
car to the filling station as it was down to a half tank,
then stop at the bank.
     When I got back to the complex, it was time to load up
the few things I was taking with me.  I shoved my laptop
computer and digital camera bags in with the suitcase and
garment bag.  I was ready for my second trip to Oklahoma
City in as many days.
     There was little traffic as I went up the on-ramp of I-
44 and I was quickly up to the 60 mph speed limit that was
allowed.  It was only 8 miles to the tollbooth where the
speed limit changed to 75.
     The drive took about an hour and a half again and soon
I was turning the corner to A.J.'s house.  I pulled around
to the garage in the back and as I was parking in the far
corner, one of the doors went up and A.J. came out.  "Park
on the drive behind Dad's car.  Your car will be in the
shade most of the day over here."
     I backed up and left the car where he indicated,
popping the trunk lid.  Before I could get out of the car,
he had my suitcase and garment bag out.  I picked up my
camera case and laptop carrier from behind the driver's seat
as I got out.
     "Hey, big guy!  I sure am glad you are here.  It's been
a long 24 hours."  He flashed that wonderful smile that I
knew was intended just for me.  Suddenly, I wanted to kiss
him, but not on the driveway.
     "Hi, that goes for me, too.  Wait until I get you
inside," I leered at him.
     As we started into the house, he pressed the button to
close the garage door.  As he shut the door on the utility
room side, he laid my garment bag on the washer and dryer,
sat my suitcase on the floor, then grabbed me into a bear
hug and planted his tongue against my tonsils.  I was weak
and couldn't even bend down to put the two items I was
carrying on the floor - and I sure didn't want to drop them.
     I returned the favor as best I could, but couldn't do
much more than wiggle my own tongue at first.  Finally he
pulled back slightly and I could reciprocate, giving him as
good as he gave me.  I pulled away.
     "I'm glad to see you, too!  Wow, that made my toes
tingle. not to mention another part of my anatomy.  I
laughed as I sat my bags down and grabbed him around the
chest and ran my hands up and down his back and front,
trading more kisses.  I was hard and so was he.
     No wonder I had been at loose ends this morning.  I was
getting used to this and had missed it, even though just a
few hours had passed.
     A.J. picked up my clothes and I followed him upstairs
to his bedroom, toting my own cargo.  He showed me where he
was hanging my clothes, then proceeded to take them out of
the garment bag so they wouldn't wrinkle.  "Hey man, nice
threads," he said holding up the arms of my suit and cream-
colored sport coat.
     "Thanks.  I especially like the sport coat," I said.
"I can wear it with almost any color.  Simplifies the
wardrobe."
     He took my other two cases and put them on the floor of
the closet, then asked, "Is this a camera?"  When I gave the
affirmative, he said, "I'll put it by the hall door so you
can take it with you when we got out - if you want."
     "That's fine.  I want to get some pictures of my
cousin's when we visit the monkey exhibit at the zoo."  He
and I both had a good laugh at that statement.
     "I think I've seen them, but you're better looking - by
just a little bit.  Maybe it's because they needed a
haircut."  More laughter.  I loved this guy.
     He came back to where I was standing, took my hand and
pulled me toward his bed.  I don't know if we actually fell
onto it, or if he gently lowered us, but soon he was on his
back and I was on top in a full frontal position.  It felt
good.  We kissed for what seemed to be a long time.  My
shirt hadn't been tucked in and his hands found their way
inside at the bottom.  His shirt came undone easily and I
could rub his hairy stomach and chest, too.
     "This feels good but could be even better if we were
naked," he grinned between kisses.
     "Mmmmmnn. me thinks you are horny." I started to say.
     "I think you have the same condition."
     Our clothes must have had master zippers because we
were soon rid of them except for shoes and socks.  He
grabbed my arm and we were soon entwined on the bed,
wiggling against each other, enjoying the great sensations
of two hairy bodies rubbing on the other.
     It quickly became apparent that shoes, even though they
were not hard leather, were not designed for sex or the
stimulation we were giving each other.  A.J. sat up and
removed his shoes, untying mine at the same time.  Bang,
bang, bang, bang as they hit the floor, one after another.
     Back to giving each other pleasure, trading kisses and
feeling the other's body with our hands.  He tweaked my
right nipple, and then pulled on the ring in my left tit.
"What does this feel like when I pull on it?"
     "Kind of like it feels when someone pinches your
nipple.  I've heard that some guys are really sensitive and
that it's a real stimulation.  For me, it is a turn-on to
have it pulled gently, but I think it could get sore if
pulled too hard or too much."
     "How do they pierce the nipple?"
     "They swab the nipple really thoroughly with something
like alcohol, but it has somewhat of a numbing effect.  Then
they use hemostats to make the nipple stand out.  Some kind
of gadget containing a needle is used to pierce the nipple,
kind of like it's spring loaded.  Then a sleeve is inserted
and the ring is pulled through.  There was a drop of blood,
but that was it.  I was told to clean the wound everyday
thoroughly with soap and water and move the ring around so
it didn't stay in the same place.  It was healed in about
three days.  I wanted to get something besides this ring,
but couldn't find anything that I wanted.  I think something
that looks like a bolt of lightning would be neat."
     "You've talked me into it.  We'll have to find a place
that does this over the weekend.  Do you have any idea where
to go?"
     "I think any tattoo parlor can do it.  Just make sure
the place is clean."
     "How much does it cost?"
     "Mine was $40 and that included this ring.  It can be
removed, but I think it takes special pliers.  It was just
meant to be temporary - or never removed."
     "I think I want one, it looks sexy," A.J. said.
     "I think you are sexy regardless of whether you have
one or not."
     "You're so sweet.  I didn't think I'd ever meet anyone
like you," he told me.
     "You are one special man, A.J. and I hope you know it.
You are smart, sexy and a total turn-on for me.  Most people
your age don't' think people my age exist, or if they do.
that we have one foot in the grave.  Of course, most can't
believe that there is life after 30," I laughed.
     "Older men are sexy, and I don't mean just their
bodies.  I really get turned on by the fact that you are
self-assured.  You have had a lot of experiences, know how
to deal with life and aren't out stalking little boys - like
me," he giggled.
     Then in a tiny 'little boys voice' he said, "Please
mister, don't make me show you my wee-wee.  Mommy says that
dirty old men like you might try to fuck me. would you?
Would you, please. fuck me, mister?"
     By this time we were both laughing so hard I thought we
were going to roll around and fall off the bed.  I had tears
in my eyes.  When we calmed down, we exchanged several
kisses, mainly just pecks over the other's face and nose,
but they were sincere and given with love.
     Wrapping ourselves around the other, we were front to
front and it almost felt that we were trying to crawl inside
each other.  It felt wonderful.  I'm not sure that either of
us had anything in mind except to take our clothes off and
enjoy looking at and being with each other.
     A.J. finally said, "We need to be serious for a
minute."
     "This isn't serious?" I snickered.
     I received a kiss on the end of my nose and gave in
kind.
     "No, we need to talk about the rest of the time you are
going to be here.  When do you have to go home?"
     "I really should go home on Tuesday morning.  I need to
write some checks, pay the rent and I have a committee
meeting to go to that evening.  I don't think anybody in
Tulsa knows I'm out of town and I didn't have the paper
stopped."
     A.J. said, "Well grandmother has invited us to her
place for cocktails at 6 o'clock and then she's made dinner
reservations at the country club for 7:15.  That's why I had
you bring a jacket and tie."
     "That sounds good.  You're grandmother is a really neat
person.  Does she know you are gay?"
     "Yes.  We've never really discussed it.  She knows my
sister's don't have happy marriages so she's not pushing me
to do the same.  Two of my brother-in-laws are in business
with my father and I don't want to work with either of them,
so that's the reason I refused to accept a position in the
company.  Those turkeys, and my father is included, are
workaholics, but can't pay any attention to their families.
I just can't see doing that.  They can't see the world
except what exists on the golf course and their offices.
     "What about me. being here with you this weekend and us
running around together?"
     "Don't think that's a problem.  She wouldn't say so
anyway.  She thinks that you are a neat person because you
have recently moved to Oklahoma and yet know a lot of
Oklahoma facts and history."
     "Lucky in that regard," I said.  I have several friends
who've lived in Oklahoma all their lives and one can't miss
on picking up a few facts here and there."
     "Yes, but you know some things about some well-known
people that isn't general knowledge.  That's what got her
attention; because she knew some of the same people from
Tulsa and she was impressed you had access to that
information.
     "Oh, she thinks I'm a gossip?"  I grinned.
     "No, nothing like that, but some of what we talked
about at dinner the other evening is local lore and one
would have had to know those people to know about it."
     "Let's don't deflate her balloon, okay?" I asked.
     "She won't hear it from me."
     We lay there, not really playing with each other, but
enjoying the moment.
     "See, this is what I like about you.  We've been laying
here for some time, just talking and enjoying being
together.  There is no pressure to do anything other than
have a chance to get to know each other.  We had the same
thing at your place the other evening.  Neither of us had
any clothes on, weren't trying to stimulate the other, but
really enjoying just sitting and talking.  It's a relief not
to have the hassle of trying to prove that one of us is able
to give a better blowjob than the other, or fuck him
deeper."  A.J. smiled as he said that.
     "Then you have discovered the basis of a real
relationship," I said.  "Love and respect isn't just about
sex.  Sex is the reward for understanding and love, not the
other way around.  Sure, we've had some fantastic sex - some
of the best I've ever experienced - but we seem to be
comfortable enough around each other not to push ourselves
into trying to outdo the other, or lock ourselves into a sex
only situation."
     "Most other people don't understand this," he said.
     "That's right and they are missing the point entirely.
A.J., this isn't just a gay thing.  It's happening to almost
everyone.  Your sisters and their husbands included.  They
don't understand that a relationship is more than physical
love.  You have to be able to communicate on every level,
not just in the sack or hosting a fund-raising cocktail
party."
     "I hadn't thought of it quite like that, but understand
what you are saying.  When I think about it, I wonder how
long it's been since any of my sister's and their husbands
have had a good fuck, or a profound conversation.  I'll bet
it borders on 'never'."
     "You may be more right than you want to believe," I
said.
     "Well, in three days time I'll bet you and I have
established something they will never achieve.  And. will
never know what they are missing. or why."
     "You are probably right.  I've not met any of them, but
from what you have said, it must be a sad relationship in
each case."
     "I'm not sure my parents are that happy, but cling to
each other because they don't know any better.  They
probably couldn't find happiness with anyone else, either."
     "You may be right, but we are not going to solve their
problems so let's close the subject, okay? I asked.
     "Sorry. but you gave me a lot of things to think
about."
     We were in a position that was halfway between lying in
each other's arms and sitting on the bed.
     "Hey, let's go for a swim," A.J. said.
     "That's fine.  I have some trunks in my case."
     "We don't need them.  There is a six-foot fence around
the yard and a heavy growth of trees and shrubs along the
fence.  We don't need anything unless you just feel
uncomfortable."
     "No, that's fine with me.  I've only been in a pool a
couple of times without a suit, so this should be fun."
     A.J. sat up, taking me by the hand and we started for
the door.  He remembered that we might need towels, so
picked up four from his bathroom.  We almost skipped down
the stairs.
     It was about 4:15 so we would have about an hour to
enjoy the pool and we did.  The amazing thing is that
although we were nude, we could look at each other without
becoming aroused.  What were our bodies telling us?  Had we
become an "old couple" that was comfortable with each other
without getting aroused?
     We played in the water and sunned ourselves for about
an hour, then it was time to go through the shower and dress
to go to Laura's, A.J.'s grandmothers, house.
     * * * * *
     A.J. had a big shower as part of his bathroom.  It was
more than large enough for both of us.  We each decided that
we should probably shave as both of us had plenty of "five
o'clock shadow".  Even with a heavy beard I've been able to
shave pretty quickly and A.J. was through about the same
time.  Since we had already shed our clothes, we were ready
to continue our play in the shower.
     The water felt good and we both used the pulsating
showerhead and kneaded the other's shoulders.  It was
relaxing and we could both feel the tension leave the
other's body.  We decided to wash each other's hair and the
mistake was that we did it at the same time.  More fun and
games and as might be expected, we both started to get hard.
As much as we wanted to take care of business, we realized
it would have to wait.  Oh, well. something to look forward
to later in the evening.
     Without discussing what we were going to wear, we each
pulled out a suit to put on.  I selected a blue oxford cloth
shirt with a maroon and gray rep striped tie to go with a
medium gray suit.  A.J. selected a charcoal green suit with
a beige shirt and brown and green rep striped tie.  We
laughed as each of us pulled on silk boxers and over the
calf socks.  And I must say that we made a handsome couple
when we finished dressing.
     We had about 10 minutes to get to Laura's townhouse and
A.J. decided we should drive his mother's Lincoln Town Car,
as it would be easier for his grandmother to get in and out.
His car was a new white Acura coupe, a good-looking car.
His parents had given it to him when he received his
Master's degree, although there was nothing wrong with his
old car.
     "They wanted to buy me either a BMW or Mercedes and I
had a really hard time talking them out of it.  Mother
thought it was a better status symbol and Dad didn't realize
that either of those cars would be in the garage for service
more than they could be driven.
     "Tough world," was my comment.
     Laura lived within three miles of A.J.'s parents,
actually on the way to the country club.  She greeted us at
the door, pulling me in to kiss me on the cheek rather than
allow me to shake her hand.  She gave me a hug, too.  A.J.
took our coats and hung them in the front closet.
     "My, I'm really lucky tonight with two handsome men
taking me out to dinner.  Come on in and I'll have A.J. fix
drinks for us."
     As we settled down in her beautiful living room she
told A.J. that she wanted a gin martini on the rocks.  I saw
a bottle of Beefeater Gin on the bar, so told him that I
would like that on the rocks with a couple of olives.
     A.J. started laughing.  "This is the easiest bar-
tending job I've ever had.  Take 3 crystal old-fashioned
glasses, put ice in them, then fill them with gin and put
two olives on toothpicks and hand them out to the thirsty."
     All of us laughed and agreed that we had good taste
when it came to proper drinks.
     As A.J. handed us the glasses I noticed that they were
Waterford, the Lismore pattern.
     "Grandmother, David has the same pattern for bar
crystal as you do."
     We held our glasses up and repeated, "Cheers" as we
took a sip.  "Aahh.  Good."
     We talked about our tour some more.  We all agreed that
it had been very well worth the time and effort.  I wanted
to go back to do some additional exploring on my own as some
places had been skipped over because of the time restraints
on the tour.  All of us agreed that we would welcome the
opportunity to see some of the downtown office buildings in
both Oklahoma City and Tulsa.  I wanted to explore the Port
of Catoosa as I thought it would be interesting to see them
load barges with their cargo.
     A.J. liked museums, especially the ones that contained
old artifacts from pioneer days.  We talked about that and
Laura told us that when she was able to get rid of old
kitchenware and utensils, it was the happiest day of her
life.  "Now they are worth of lot of money," she laughed.
     Neither of them had been inside the state capitol
building since the dome had been added and opened to the
public.  I had been there with Charlie the day before the
tour and indeed, it was impressive.  Laura indicated that
she would like to go and we agreed that it might be
something we could do the next day or Monday.
     After a second drink and more interesting conversation,
it was time to go to the club for dinner.  We were there
within five minutes of leaving Laura's house.
     * * * * *
     The Oklahoma City Country Club was one of the "old
money" country clubs where everyone still dressed for
dinner.  There was a "Men's Grill" for noon when men were in
golf togs or casual business clothes.  The room could be
rented for casual affairs in the evening, but it had a
separate entrance and you had better not be seen in
something other than a coat a tie in the main club area.  I
thought that it was too bad most of the younger people
didn't own a suit or dress shoes.  There is something about
dressing up that instills confidence and pride in a person.
     I grew up with two grandfathers who would put on a
dress shirt and necktie to go to the grocery store.  This
was in the 1950's and that was just the way it was done.
     The maitre d' greeted Laura and A.J. and I was
acknowledged as their dinner guest.  We had a beautiful view
of the golf course and patio from our table.  Menus were
presented and I was pleased that, in the style of a fine
hotel, there were no listed prices on the menus the guests
received.  I wondered if Laura's menu or A.J.'s had the
prices.  Maybe neither of them.
     Our server took our drink orders.  Surprise, we all
ordered the same thing again.  He disappeared toward the bar
and one of the bus boys arrived to fill water glasses and
put butter and dinner rolls on the table.  I was impressed
with the table service because many places simply put out a
fork, salad fork, knife and teaspoon.  There were butter
knives and dessert forks at each place setting as well as
iced tea spoons.
     Our drinks arrived and we "cheered" each other again.
     Decisions, decisions.  Many things sounded good so I
asked Laura and A.J. if they had tried several different
entrees that caught my eye.  I finally decided on the
Braised London Broil and later was glad I did because it was
wonderful.  A.J. decided on prime rib, toward the rare side
and Laura chose an entree of Beouf Medallions.  All were
served with grilled vegetables with a rich brown glaze on
them.
     More conversation as we sipped our drinks.  Laura
reminded A.J. that she wanted to go to the 10:45 mass the
next morning.  She said that I was welcome to go with them
and I inquired as to which parish they attended.  It turned
out that they were also Episcopalians and were members of
All Souls parish.  I was familiar with the church and said
that I would be joining them.
     I was sitting there thinking about how much these three
people seemed to have in common when Laura asked he next
question.
     "What do you gentlemen have planned for the weekend?"
     Before I could say anything, A.J. gave her a list of
possibilities.  "I'm going to have to check some of these
things because of holiday, but I've thought about this."  He
then started down his list.  "Kirkpatrick Galleries,
Oklahoma City Museum of Art, the 50 Penn Place Gallery,
Classen Street Pottery, the Oklahoma City Indian Art
Gallery, the National Cowboy and Western Heritage Museum,
Bricktown, the Myriad Botanical Gardens and the Oklahoma
City Zoo."
     Laura looked at me, and then laughed.  "How many weeks
are you staying?  My goodness, A.J. you can't possibly do
more than drive past all those places in two days time."
     "Grandmother, I didn't say that we were going to go to
all those places, they are just the ones I've come up to
choose from.  Maybe David has some things he wants to do,
too.  Certainly we're not locked into any of them.  These
are just places where I like to go."
     "Actually, I've only been to a couple of places on
A.J.'s list and I'm going to let him decide where to take
me.  They all sound good to me."  I was sitting there
thinking about being sure to wear comfortable walking shoes.
     Our drinks were getting empty and the salads arrived
about this time.  Again, I was appreciative of the service.
They didn't try to rush us.  There is nothing I hate more
than having everything arrive at the table at the same time.
Another decision.  The salad dressing cart arrived and Laura
recommended the house dressing, a creamy Italian dressing.
It was delicious.
     Conversation continued while we were enjoying our
salads.  The greens were crisp and it was unusual to find
what tasted like homegrown tomatoes in the salad.
     Laura said, "I don't think the Martin Park Nature
Center was on A.J.'s list.  He loves that place."
     I like places like that, also, so it was added to the
list as a possibility.
     A.J. had ordered a bottle of wine and it was presented
about this time and he approved it.  A small amount was
poured into each glass at this time.
     We continued talking about nothing in specific, but it
seemed that almost any subject that was brought up was
something all of us could be conversant about.  I thought it
was very pleasant and was nice to eat in beautiful
surroundings.  The dining room was fairly busy, but there
was a very low noise level.  People at the tables were
talking to each other, but there was no feeling of
intrusion.
     Our entrees arrived and the plates were beautiful.  The
wine glasses were filled at this point and we began eating.
Wonderful.  Even Laura ate like she was really hungry.  The
waiter was very efficient and we were hardly aware of him
coming to the table to check on us during the meal.
     We were through eating and Laura insisted we try the
seven-layer cake.  It was very unique.  Each layer was a
thin layer of a pound cake that had been soaked with a
different flavored liqueur.  There was a thin layer of white
icing between each cake layer.  It was very, very good and
certainly unique.  I, for one, was glad they didn't serve a
huge piece.  We had coffee to go with the cake.
     About that time A.J. excused himself, I assumed to go
to the restroom.  Laura turned to me and took my right hand
as I set my coffee cup down.  She smiled at me and said,
"A.J. really likes you.  He hasn't stopped talking about you
since we met you and your friend, Charlie, the other day at
lunch."  I was surprised at the conversation and wondered
just how much she knew or suspected.
     She continued.  "His parents haven't given him the
attention he needed through the years.  If they couldn't buy
it, he didn't get it.  They certainly didn't expose him to
anything of artistic value.  I tried to get him interested
in everything and I think I've succeeded."
     I agreed.
     "He thinks that you are 'cool' as he put it.  Someone
who has had a lot of life experiences they are willing to
share with him and that he can relate to.  I don't think
that he ever had too many friends his own age.  He always
seemed older than he actually is."
     About this time A.J. returned to the table.  He grinned
as he sat down.  "Okay, so what are you two scheming about?"
     Laura still had hold of my hand.  "I was just telling
David that I thought you were right, he is a good influence
on you and you can learn a lot from him."  She squeezed my
hand and reached for his left hand, too.  "I'm glad the two
of you have become friends."
     Strange thoughts were running through my head.  Does
she know that we are fuck-buddies, or does she think we are
good friends who share some common interests?  Oh boy, I
wish I could read minds.
     With that, she pushed her chair back and announced that
she was ready to go home.
     "Laura, thank you so much for a wonderful evening.
I've enjoyed the conversation and the meal. and the
beautiful surroundings.  The food and service are superb.
     "I'm glad that you could join us.  It's a special treat
for me to be able to go out with two handsome men.  I'm glad
I'm an old lady and don't have to choose between you."
     We all laughed at that statement.  I thought, 'She
really is a neat person.  She seems to see things the way
they are and make the best of it.'
     When we pulled into her driveway, I got out of the car
to open her door, and then moved to the front seat as A.J.
took her to the door and went in with her.  He was back in
the car in two minutes time."
     As we started down the street, he reached for my left
hand and kissed my fingers as he brought it to his lips.
     "Grandmother really likes you.  She thinks you are
special and is glad I found you."
     "I really like her, too, and especially her grandson.
kissing his hand.  Tell me, just how much does she know
about all of this?"
     "She knows that I'm gay.  We talked about this a long
time before I told my parents.  She's always been my biggest
fan and has taken the time to see to it that I was exposed
to the good things of life.  She has taken me on countless
trips since I was little.  My grandfather died about the
time I was born, so I guess I've become somewhat of a
substitute for him as a traveling companion and best friend.
     "I have to tell you about my parents.  They are very
materialistic.  The only thing that impresses them is how
much money someone has or who can throw the biggest party.
I've told you that, in my opinion - and grandmother will
tell you the same thing - that Dad has been lucky to have a
good advisor.  He's made a lot of money, but it hasn't been
his own doing.  My two brother-in-laws that are in business
with him are smart and they will make the company grow and
prosper.  But they are greedy workaholics and don't pay any
attention to my sisters or their children.  Grandmother has
tried to take the older boy under her wing but has been
rebuffed.
     "They are jealous of me because I get an income from
the company and don't even work there. I couldn't stand to
work with them, anyway.  Dad thinks I should work for the
family business, but thank goodness, it hasn't been an
issue.  I would have moved out of the house before, but had
a small apartment when going to the University.  It's almost
like living in the house by myself because they are never
home.  Always out on the cocktail circuit, impressing and
being impressed by their friends."
     I was sitting there, listening, wondering if this was
suppressed anger that I was hearing, or just him telling me
where he was coming from.  I decided that he probably wasn't
all that angry, just hungry for someone besides his
grandmother to love him.
     If his sisters were all in what A.J. thought were
unhappy marriages, then it stood to reason that it was the
parents fault because they had never expressed love to any
of their children.  Parents could be so cruel without
realizing it.  It's to his grandmother's credit that he has
turned out to be a thoughtful and smart young man.
     By this time we were in their driveway and waiting for
the garage door to open.
     "This opener doesn't seem to transmit around corners so
it doesn't do any good to push the button until the car is
behind the house."
     I replied, "Most can't.  Besides you have brick and
stone walls on the driveway side of the house."
     A.J. parked the car and we got out.  I waited for him
to come around so we could enter the house together.  He
unlocked the door, stepped in and grabbed me as he turned
around to shut and lock the entry door.
     He gave me a big bear hug and a big wet kiss.  Next I
heard, "This has been a wonderful evening.  I always enjoy
being with my grandmother and going out to dinner, but you
made it really special by being with us tonight."
     I gave him a kiss also and replied, "You are lucky to
have her and she has done a splendid job of helping you grow
up and to become the man you are."
     We continued to embrace each other and share kisses.
     A.J. said, "Come on guy, let's go upstairs and get
naked.  I feel a hardon starting."  He leered at me and
wiggled his eyebrows.
     "You talked me into it," I replied as he took my hand
and pulled me along with him, going up the stairs.
     * * * * *
     (to be continued)
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