Date: Fri, 20 Sep 2002 14:43:01 EDT
From: Tulsadriller7@aol.com
Subject: Route 66 Tour, Chapter 4/?

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

This is a story of men who have two common interests.  You
will see that they love the land where they live and work,
but it is also the story of young men who love other men and
their coming of age in a culture of prejudice and
misunderstanding.  It is a story, which deals with difficult
and often disturbing issues but, nonetheless, issues which
must be confronted in today's world.

This is a work of fiction and in no way draws on the lives
of any specific person or persons.  Any similarity to actual
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PLEASE:  In a perfect world AIDS doesn't exist.  My
characters sometimes 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 4
     I must have died when I went to sleep.  The next thing
I knew is that I had to pee.  Raising up enough to peer at
the clock it was 5:30.  We had changed positions during the
night and he was lying with his chest against my back, one
arm above my head and the other wrapped around my chest.  I
detached myself and slipped into the bathroom to empty my
bladder.  I don't know if I awakened A.J., but before I was
finished he was standing beside me to do the same.  There
was a nightlight in the bathroom so we didn't have to turn
on a bright light to see what we were doing.
     We went back to bed and this time I lay behind him and
put my arm around him.  He wiggled around and wanted my left
arm under his neck.  I didn't think it was all that
comfortable for either of us, but we both must have gone
back to sleep quickly.
     The next thing I was aware of was that someone was
tickling my groin and trailing their fingers through my
pubic hair, down around my balls and up my pole, which was
hard.  About the same time, I felt lips against mine.  I
guess that after we went back to sleep, A.J. had turned to
lay on his other side, facing me.  What a pleasant way to
wake up.  Since he was already awake, I couldn't tease him
to consciousness, but I found his toybox and played with all
the toys in turn.
     His mouth found mine and I was surprised that neither
of us seemed to have morning breath.  Wow!  What a way to
wake up.
     He announced that he had to pee so we both got up to go
to the bathroom.  This time we had our usual "pissing
contest" like little boys.  Then we washed our faces and
brushed our teeth just to get something a little more fresh
in our mouths.
     Then back to bed where we just enjoyed playing with
each other, rubbing fingers through all the hair we had on
our bodies, kissing each other all over and licking nipples.
We both began to get pretty stimulated, as we were each
leaking a small amount of precum.  It was a relaxing way to
start the day and we stayed in bed for almost an hour before
deciding to get up for juice and coffee.
     We followed our hardons to the kitchen, where they
pointed out the coffeepot and the refrigerator.  I was
thinking that I'd wished I'd known it was okay for guys to
do stuff like this with each other when I was in high
school.
     I got the carton of orange juice out of the
refrigerator and filled glasses while A.J. set up to make a
full pot of coffee.  I badly wanted to distract him by
standing behind him and nuzzling his ears, but decided to
let him finish the coffee.
     When he turned around I handed him a glass of juice.
The kitchen clock said it was 9 a.m.
     "Is that clock right?" I asked.
     "Should be.  The microwave and oven clocks all say the
same."
     "I had fun waking up this morning," I told him.
     "Me too, it's fun to have someone in bed to sleep with.
Then when you get tired of sleeping you can play with them."
     "My thoughts exactly," I answered.
     "I'd better call grandmother and see what's she's
decided about today," he said, picking up the phone on the
kitchen counter.  As soon as she answered the phone, he put
it on speaker and hung up.
     Laura must have caller I.D. because she said, "Good
morning, A.J.  I thought you guys were going to sleep all
day.  Did you fellows have a good night's sleep?"
     I was surprised that he had put the speakerphone on,
but guess it was so he could get out sweet rolls and coffee
mugs while he talked to her.  "Yes, grandmother, the best
nights sleep in a long time.  We started to watch a movie,
but it wasn't interesting and we both went to sleep."
     "I'm so glad both of you could take me to dinner last
night.  It was a very enjoyable evening for me."
     She apparently didn't realize that both of us could
hear her or talk to her because her next comment was, " I
sure like David and I know you do, too.  You'd better hang
on to this guy, A.J., he's good for you," she said.
     It was a good thing I was sitting on one of the bar
stools at the counter, because I was sure my knees would
have given out at that point.  I was sitting there with my
mouth hanging agape as it was.  A.J. looked at me and gave
me a thumbs-up sign.
     "Yes, grandmother, he is special and I like him a lot
and he'll be glad to know you think so, too."
     "I know he's quite a bit older than you, but you've
never had a man in your life that you could look up to and
who would be there when you needed him.  God knows, your
father never was.  Just make him as happy as he seems to be
making you."
     At this point I didn't know what to do.  I was sitting
there with tears running down my cheeks and was almost to
the point of gasping for breath.  This woman was something
else.
     "We like each other... a lot.  We'll just have to see
how this goes," A.J. told her.
     "Well, tell David that I like him and approve of the
two of you being together."
     "I don't have to, grandmother, you've been on the
speakerphone and we've both heard everything you've said."
     "A.J., you little imp.  Shame on you for doing that
without telling me.  Well, I don't guess I need to say
anything more, except, "Good morning, David.  I hope you
aren't too shocked at what I just had to say."
     I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself.  "Good
morning to you, Laura.  Thank you for the confidence you've
just expressed in me.  I guess I'm a little shocked because
I honestly didn't know how much you knew or suspected."
     "I know that when I see the two of you look at each
other, I see love in your eyes... and in A.J.'s, too.  You are
good for him and I suspect he's good for you, too."
     "Thank you, Laura.  He's a very special person.  There
certainly will be a lot of things for us to work out should
we try to make a go of being together as a couple."
     "I know that you both can do it and I want to talk to
the two of you together before you go home tomorrow.  You
have my support and I know that my son and daughter won't
give you any trouble, but we need to figure out how to
handle the three vultures that are married to my grand-
daughters."
     "Grandmother, our breakfast is ready.  Have you decided
about going with us today?"
     "I don't think I will.  You have a lot to talk about.
Why don't you come over for drinks about 5:30 this evening
and I'll make dinner reservations for us somewhere.  You
check in later to find out where we've going so you will
know how to dress."
     "Ok, we'll call you about 4 o'clock.  Bye grandmother."
     "Goodbye, Laura," I responded, still in shock.
     "Goodbye to both of you.  I'll look forward to this
evening."  With that she hung up.
     As A.J. shut off the speakerphone, I said, "My God,
A.J.  I can't believe the conversation we just had.
     He brought me a mug of coffee and leaned in for a kiss,
which I returned with enthusiasm.
     "She just gave us permission to get married," I
laughed, still unable to believe it.
     "Grandmother isn't dumb about this.  I told you that
I'd told her I was gay a long time ago.  She accepted it and
there never has been any pressure to 'carry on the family
name' by her or my parents.  She and I had a long talk on
Saturday after I took her to the grocery store and beauty
shop.  She didn't have any objection to the fact that you
were coming over here to spend some time.  In fact she
encouraged it and that's part of the reason for going to her
place for cocktails and then someplace super nice for dinner
on Saturday night.  She wanted a chance to get to know you a
little better.  And believe me... you passed her test with
flying colors."
     "Well, I'm going to have to think about this.  And...
young man... WE have a lot to talk about.  We only met each
other on Wednesday noon.  It's only Monday morning and we've
slept with each other four nights.  That's moving very
quickly."
     "I know, ain't love grand?" he teased.
     "Yes, it's very grand... or to quote the song title,
'Love is A Many Splendored Thing', but we have some reality
to talk about, too.
     A.J. was putting some sweet rolls on a plate so they
could be warmed in the microwave.  I had drunk about half my
coffee and he refilled my mug after putting the rolls in to
warm.  The microwave dinged as he finished topping up his
cup.  He got the plate out and sat it on the counter where
we could both reach it and laid down napkins and forks for
each of us.
     He set his cup down, walked up behind me, putting his
arms around my chest and whispered in my ear, "I love you, I
really do."
     I put my cup down, swiveled the stool around and gave
him a fat, juicy kiss.  "Not half as much as I do you."
     "I love you more..."
     "And I love you more... and within a half hour we could
be up in the trillions... but I really do love you... a lot!"
     We exchanged another kiss and squeezed the other's
hands.  A.J. sat beside me and we each ate two of the small
cinnamon rolls.  The food and coffee tasted especially good
this morning.  Maybe that's because I was with my man, the
guy who I loved and he loved me back.
     It was nice just to sit and hold hands, drinking our
coffee, each of us lost in our thoughts, but enjoying being
together.
     I got up to get the coffeepot and as I was filling
A.J.'s cup, I asked, "So what do you want to do today?"
     "Let's go shave and shower, then put on casual clothes.
I was thinking about going to the Myriad Gardens and then we
can get a bite of lunch.  I want you choose something for
this afternoon."
     "How about going to Bricktown for lunch and then look
around there?  I've not been to many of the shops there, and
they may not be open because today is Labor Day," I said.
"We could go to the Classen Street Pottery, I think there
are a lot of little shops around there, too."
     "Sounds fine with me.  Let's just play it by ear and
see what's open and what we feel like doing," A.J. proposed.
     "Do you still want to see about getting a nipple ring?"
I asked.
     "Hey, I'd forgotten about that.  Let me get the phone
book."
     He found several tattoo parlors and a couple of them
were close to where we were going to be both morning and
afternoon.  He jotted the names and addresses on a pad.
     "We just need to make sure they are clean and that they
have a license," I reminded him.
     We unloaded the dishwasher from last night and he put
things away while I rinsed the things we had just used and
put them in to wash later.
     We exchanged a kiss and headed up the stairs to shave
and shower.  He was ahead of me so I could play with his
hairy butt cheeks again.
     * * * * *
     It was already 9:30 and we were just getting the day
started.  And... what a day it had been so far.  This sweet
little grandmother had just told me that it was okay that
her grandson and I were banging each other senseless and
hoped we would continue.  Well... not in those exact words,
but you get the point...  I was still somewhat in shock
because if she even acknowledged the relationship, I didn't
think she would be happy with it.  After all I was 9 years
old than A.J.'s father.  Quite the opposite, she thought he
needed a man he could look up to, one who would support him
in his endeavors.
     * * * * *
     In the bathroom, we each proceeded to soap and lather
our faces in preparation for shaving.  We each had a heavy
growth of stubble, both of us probably needed to shave again
if we were dressing up to go out of an evening.  I had never
been able to use an electric razor with any success, but
hadn't tried for 25 years, either.  A.J. used the same kind
of blades I used, a double Gillette cartridge and we each
made short work of scraping our faces.
     Now it was time to play in his shower again.  I'd never
lived anywhere that I could have something like this and it
was fun to shower with someone and play around.  We kissed,
poked, prodded, rubbed, tickled, soaped, rinsed and started
over again with each other.
     I gave him a deep kiss, which he returned with gusto.
"Your grandmother may think you are a little imp, and indeed
you have a little imp tattooed on your groin, but I think
you're a big, hunky, hairy ape and I love apes.  And
besides, you're cuter than J. Fred Muggs."
     He laughed.  "J. Fred Muggs was a chimpanzee.  There's
a difference you know? he said, rolling those beautiful
brown eyes at me and smiling.
     "Well, he was furry all over, too... AND adorable, just
like you.
     He turned his lip down and pouted.  "Would you love me
if I shaved all the hair off my body?"
     "DON'T YOU DARE!!" I told him.  "I like you just the
way you are."  With that I pinched both of his nipples --
hard!
     "Ouch!" he flinched and then did the same to me while
driving his tongue down my throat.  "You get as good as you
give," he teased.  Our tit play became tongue play which is
much more sensuous to me.  Not that I object to it, I just
don't get as turned on by it.  And the tongue play was
turning me on even further than I already was.
     By the time we finally got through playing with each
other in the shower, it was after 10 o'clock, not that we
had to be anywhere on a certain schedule, but it was fun
just to be relaxed and enjoy being with each other.
     It didn't take us long to dry our hair and apply
deodorant and cologne.  I had a small bottle of Aramis in my
toiletry kit and used that.  Twenty years before every queen
wore Aramis, now most stores didn't carry it and no one knew
what the scent was.  A.J. was one of those people.  He
inhaled it.  "I love that, what is it?" he asked.
     "It's called Aramis and they used to make several
different scents.  I don't know if you can even find it
anymore.  This bottle has to be at least 20 years old."
     He hadn't put any cologne on yet.  "Do you care if I
smell like you today?" he teased.
     "Be my guest.  Cologne doesn't smell the same on any
two people anyway.  I also wear Givenchy ? (Pi) but it
smells different on you than me.  I can't wear Grey Flannel
in the summer time because my skin is too oily, but I get
along fine in the cooler weather."
     "Thank you Madame Curie for my class in Chemistry 101,"
he snickered.  "Now let me have the bottle of Aramis."
     I loved this guy.  He was so much fun to be around and
I knew he felt the same about me.
     It didn't take us long to pull on the few clothes we
were wearing today.  Boxes, shorts, pullovers, socks and
athletic shoes.  We were ready to leave the house and I
picked up my camera case as we left his bedroom.  I let A.J.
drive his car since he knew his way around the city better
than me.  I knew how to find the places we were going, but
not the best routes to take to get there in the least time.
     The Myriad Botanic Gardens were right downtown.  I
loved the place was you enter on the south end where it is
like a tropical rain forest with water falls and heavy, lush
foliage like a jungle.  As you progress to the north end,
the climate becomes drier until you are in a desert
environment at the end.  It is well laid out and a pleasure
to go there.  The architecture of the building is unique, as
it appears to be a large, round steel tube, which is about
20 feet above a street, giving the appearance of a walkway
between buildings.  It is certainly an asset to help draw
people to the downtown area.
     We spent about an hour inside and I was glad that I'd
remembered to bring my camera this time.
     The next stop was Bricktown and we went to Aubelo's for
lunch.  This is an up-scale Mexican Restaurant, complete
with white linen tablecloths and napkins.  The prices are
very reasonable and the food good.  We each had two of their
giant Margueritas.  Like their restaurant in Tulsa, this one
had good-looking, friendly male waiters.  We each had
different combination plate for our meal.
     We wandered through some of the stores and shops.  All
seemed to be open, but not too many people in the area
today.  I'm sure that the lakes and campgrounds were full,
though.  We each bought little items in several of the
stores, but nothing of any significance.
     The next stop was on Classen Street, the pottery
company.  Again, a lot of little shops, but these were more
of the "boutique" style, selling a wider variety and price
range of goods.  We had a good time looking and browsing in
the various stores.
     The tattoo parlors were in the area and close enough we
could walk to two of them.  It was a beautiful day to be out
and we enjoyed the sunshine.  The first place wasn't open,
but the second was and looked clean.  We went inside and
were met by a young man who was wearing a very loose cropped
tank top had a lot of tattoos on his body.  I don't know why
he even bothered with the shirt.  He also had several
earrings, a ring through his eyebrow and one in his navel.
     He sounded very polite as he asked, "May I help you?"
     Before A.J. could say anything, I spoke up and said,
"Yes, I want to get a Prince Albert for my slave here and I
want a long heavy chain that I can attach to my belt when I
take him out.  Kind of like a leash."  I had a hard time
keeping a straight face when I said that.
     I wish I'd taken my camera in the store with me,
because A.J. certainly had a Kodak Moment.  When he realized
what the joke was, he doubled up in laughter and I was right
along with him.  The clerk didn't know what to do.  A.J.
decided to get even with me, so when he had regained his
composure, he swabbed my tonsils and in a little voice said,
"Daddy, I don't want it attached to your belt.  I wanna clip
it to your tit ring," and with that he gave it a big tug,
which bent me over.  His mouth followed mine as he pulled us
lower.
     The clerk was having a Kodak Moment about that time.
     When A.J. and I finally came to our senses, he said,
"Yes, I want to get a ring for my left nipple.  Can you do
it today?"
     "Oh yes, he replied.  It's $35 and that includes a
stainless steel ring.  We don't recommend putting in other
kinds of metal until the wound is healed.
     I don't know what had gotten into me today, but I was
in a jubilant mood.  I looked at A.J.  "Oh honey, WOUND
sounds so serious.  Are you sure you want to do that?"
     Poor A.J.  He was trying to be serious and was having a
hard time doing so.  The clerk still acted like he thought
we'd just escaped from the funny farm.
     Pulling up my shirt and exposing my left nipple, I
said, "Is this the type ring you put in?"
     "Oh yes, that be replaced later or left as a permanent
ring."
     I told him what I was looking for in an ornament.
"Like a bolt of lightning," I said.  He had a gold one
exactly like I wanted.  It was in two pieces and screwed
together in the hole, giving the appearance that it was one
piece.  I loved it.  That would allow me to remove it in
situations where a tit decoration might not be appropriate.
     Turning to A.J. I said, "Do you like this to replace my
ring?"
     "Oh yeah, I'd like one like it, too."
     I asked the clerk, "Do you have two of these?"
     "Yes, but we don't like to put them in a new piercing."
     "I understand.  Put your standard ring in for him now
and then we can take the other with us and change it next
week.  I'll let you take my ring out so I can put mine in."
     "Yes sir," he said.  Let me take care of your slave
first and then I'll change your ring."
     He led us into a back room that had a barber chair in
it and indicated that A.J. was to sit down and pull his
shirt up so the man could work.  He clamped a hemostat
behind the nipple to make it stand out and then wiped the
skin with whatever they used to clean and deaden the nipple.
He got the piercing gizmo out and ready to use.  Call me a
coward, but I really didn't want to watch this, so turned
around.  I heard A.J. take a sharp breath, so turned back
around in time to see the fellow pull the sleeve out of the
hole, leaving the ring in place.  He had a pair of special
pliers to squeeze the ends against the round bead and was
through.
     He explained to A.J. about keeping it clean for the
first few days, that it might be sore and to move the ring
around several times a day, using some rubbing alcohol to
prevent infection.
     That finished he had me sit down and pried the ring
open after he asked me if I wanted to keep it.  He had
brought the gold ornaments with him and showed me how to
manipulate the shaft and screw to put it in and remove it.
It took about 30 seconds and we were finished.  I was going
to pay for the whole thing, but A.J. wouldn't hear of it.
     As we left, the clerk handed A.J. a small envelope
containing his permanent ornament.  We got in the car and
instinctively leaned over to kiss each other.  No one was
around, so we laid the tongue to each other, both getting
erect in the process.
     "How does it feel?" I asked.
     "I can definitely tell it's there, but it doesn't
hurt."
     "You might have a little blood the first few times you
turn it in the hole, but if you hold a cotton ball soaked in
rubbing alcohol over it when you do it, it will keep it
clean and will heal quickly."
     As we drove down the street, A.J. said, "I about lost
it when you told the guy I was getting a Prince Albert and
chain.  How could you be so mean to me?" he asked, his eyes
sparkling.
     "Well the clerk didn't know if he had two kooks in the
store or if we were for real, did he?"
     "That's what I love about you.  You can look perfectly
circumspect and then come out with a line like that," he
said.
     "I wish I had a picture of your face when I said that.
It was priceless, and so was the expression on the clerk's
face."
     He took me hand to his lips and kissed it.  "I love
you, but I hope you already know that."
     I moved both hands to my lips, repeated the gesture and
said, "I love you, too, A.J."
     * * * * *
     We arrived back at the family residence about 4:15 and
A.J. called his grandmother to see about dinner that
evening.  I heard him end the conversation, "Okay, we'll be
there about 5:30.  We love you, too." as he hung up.
     "Grandmother wants to go to a French restaurant called
Tiffin's Bistro tonight.  She's been there and thinks it's
great.  I know it's gotten good reviews in the restaurant
column of the paper."
     "Sounds fine to me."
     "She said we didn't need jackets, but asked us to wear
dress shirts and ties."
     "Whatever makes her happy, that's not going to injure
either of us.  Would she be more happy if we wore jackets?"
     "Let's do.  I know she would love it."
     "Fine," I said, stealing a kiss.
     Although we hadn't really gotten too warm that
afternoon we decided that since we were dressing for dinner,
a shower would be in order.  We went upstairs.
     As we walked into A.J.'s room, I put my camera by the
door and followed him to the center of the room.
     He turned around and we gathered the other in our arms,
exchanging kisses.  I heard the "little boy" voice again.
"Daddy, can I look at your new decoration?  Please... please...
Daddy?"
     I started laughing, getting into my role in this little
game.  In a deep voice I said, "Well, son, as soon as you
show me where your Prince Albert ring is going to go," and
started unzipping his shorts.
     He was so tickled by my response that it was the end of
the game.  He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in
for a toe-tingling kiss, which left me with a hardon.  The
whole time I was unfastening his shorts and letting them
drop on the floor.  Reaching through the fly on his boxers,
I massaged his cock as it hardened.
     It seemed like it was only seconds before we were both
naked except for our sport shoes -- which were not
appropriate for this sport of sex, but we managed.
Unfortunately we didn't have time to play with each other on
the bed, but we broke away from each other to remove our
shoes and socks and went to the shower.
     We didn't have time to play around except to soap each
other up and rinse off so we could get out of the shower.
We couldn't be late for cocktails at Laura's house.  Besides
what we had just done would make us more eager for a
prolonged playtime later.
     Getting dry was a priority and we actually managed to
keep our hands off each other.  We dried our hair and combed
it into place.  A.J. wanted to wear the Aramis cologne again
and I borrowed some of his Givenchy ? (Pi) which was really
my current favorite, regardless of which of us wore it.
     We each put on a suit this evening and again, we looked
like a handsome couple.  After all, we were.
     A.J. drove his mother's Lincoln as it was easier for
Laura to get in and out of.
     * * * * *
     (to be continued)
* * * * *
Author's Note:  This is my second attempt at gay fiction,
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