Date: Thu, 24 Oct 2002 20:00:37 EDT
From: Tulsadriller7@aol.com
Subject: Route 66 Tour, Chapter 6/?

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ROUTE 66 TOUR
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Route 66 Tour
Chapter 6
     We may have gotten back to A.J.'s house at 9 o'clock but
although we saw the bed right away we were still awake and
enjoying each other at midnight.  It was amazing to me that I
could actually almost keep up with this stud.  Was it because he
was so sexy and a hunk or had I found some secret resource I
didn't know I had?  I hoped that he could continue to always
stimulate me like he'd done for the last week.  What was the
saying about a young pup keeping the old dog interested - or
something like that?  Guess it was true.  It seemed to work in my
case, anyway.
     In any case, our sexual activities were slow and sensuous
that evening.  Maybe it was because we weren't trying to prove
anything to the other, just layback and enjoy it and help the
other along, too.  I will say that the bed was a total mess by
the time we thought we were through and the sheets had to be
changed.
     When we finally settled in for the night, it felt so good to
have my man wrapped around me and when I awoke at 6 o'clock to go
pee, I don't think I had moved.  I tried to slip out of bed
without disturbing my love, but guess I didn't because he joined
me at the toilet to piss before I was through.
     We brushed our teeth, washed our faces and headed back to
bed.  Tired from the previous evenings fun?  Can't imagine what
else could have made us tired.  I was going to be content to
cuddle and have my man next to me, but A.J. the Imp must have
decided that since we weren't going to see each other for a
couple of days, he was going to store up whatever he could get
and I wasn't going to object.
     We ended up in a morning 69 after a lot of kissing and
pushing and prodding and licking, rubbing and hugging.  It felt
wonderful and I was really horny, which surprised me since each
of us had cum twice while playing the night before.  A.J. had
just a hint of cock cheese under his foreskin.  It was tart, but
still an exciting taste.  I shared the little bit with him and I
thought he was going to suck my tongue out of my mouth.  Back to
his cock and the next reward was about five good pulses of A.J.'s
cum.  I was right behind him and we again shared our harvest
before swallowing.
     The next time I looked at the clock, it was 7:15.  Had we
been playing with each other for over an hour?  Well, they say
"Time passes quickly when you're having fun" and it sure had!
     Finally we were ready to start the day and went back to the
bathroom to clean up slightly by washing our faces and brushing
our teeth again.  We went to the kitchen without bothering to put
any clothes on.  I poured orange juice while A.J. started a pot
of coffee.  We sat at the counter looking at each other while
drinking our juice.  I liked what I saw and hoped A.J. did, too.
     "We had quite an evening with Laura last night, didn't we?"
I asked.
     "She certainly had a surprise for me.  I had no idea there
was that much money involved."
     Does this change your mind about getting your teaching
certificate and joining the working world?" I asked.
     "No, not really.  I still want to get the certificate
regardless of whether I actually use it or not.  However, it
doesn't change my mind about working for someone else in the
business world.  I'm not sure I could be happy working for
someone else and trying to make their business run well when you
and I could start our own business and work for ourselves."
     This was a new thought for me.  I hadn't considered
something like that.
     "What kind of a business do you have in mind?" I asked him.
     "I haven't really thought about that, but you've had the
experience of working in the business world.  What's your view on
an idea like that?"
     "Well, the best job I ever had is where the owners treated
the people like human beings and equals who could help them make
money.  The worst I worked for was a 'born-again Christian' who
thought that everyone who didn't worship at his church was
condemned to hell.  I had one foot in the hell and the other on a
banana peel because I was a member of the Episcopal Church and
actually made money by being paid to play the organ on Sunday
morning.  In his mind the Episcopalians were just as bad as the
Catholics because we didn't see anything wrong with drinking and
other things he perceived as being vices.
     "They couldn't open the door of his church without him being
there and he was always quick to remind everyone what a good
Christian he was.  However, that didn't keep him from embezzling
$60 thousand from the company in four years time."
     A.J.'s mouth fell open.  "How did he manage to do that?"
     "Misuse of company credit cards.  He refused to turn in
receipts for purchases and all I had to do was look at the month-
end statement and see what was being purchased.  I tried to talk
to him about it and got nowhere.  He told me it was his company
and he could do as he pleased.  Well, he had no money invested in
the company.  He had the patent on the equipment we were building
and selling, but all of the money was coming from a man who liked
to back venture companies.  And he backed us to the tune of $4
million in about four years time.  He had his own 'in house'
auditors who were probably hiding other things, so they never
bothered to check what was going on at our company.
     "When things finally went down, it was my job to 'blow the
whistle' and then they couldn't act quickly enough.  They flew
someone in overnight to fire him the next day and had the locks
changed on the doors before he had his desk cleaned out.  Of
course, all the other employees were pissed at me, but there was
no reason for me to lie about it.  I had saved copies of all the
credit card statements and kept them locked in a file in my desk.
     "The amazing thing is that the guy started another business
with other investors and took them all to the cleaners, too.  I
doubt if anyone ever saw a dime of their investment money,
although I have no reason to try to prove it.  I just know that's
what happened."
     "Wow!  And he didn't get in trouble for it."
     "As far as I know he's still going to church every time the
door is unlocked.  And, I'm sure he's still telling everyone what
a wonderful Christian he is, just for his own self assurance."
     A.J. laughed.  "You know, I think you and I might do pretty
well with our own business, whatever we decide to do.  From what
you just said, you need to be honest and have honest people
working for you and you'll do well."
     "Not quite that easy, but you've got the right idea.  You
have to have a product or service that people want to begin with,
but if you surround yourself with the right people you can
probably make it go and do well."
     "Well, I guess my Dad has probably followed that path.
Certainly he's been successful, he has good advisors and my two
brothers-in-law are greedy when it comes to trying to make
money."
     "That's one good thing to be said about workaholics, they do
make money, but generally they don't know how to enjoy it."
     "You hit the nail on the head there.  They work in the
office, play golf and have cocktail parties and dinner at the
country club.  They think they are happy, but have no idea they
aren't."
     I was looking at my love, proud of his assessment.  It was
going to be interesting to actually meet his family and I was
sure that was going to happen within the next week.  I hoped
Laura knew what she was doing, but had no reason to doubt she
didn't.  She was smart, shrewd and wealthy.  Probably the best
thing her husband had done was to get Jim top advisors and to see
to it that Laura retained the majority of the stock in her name.
     A.J. had poured us each coffee as I had been talking about
my business experience and it had cooled enough to drink.  There
were some muffins for us to eat for breakfast and that would hold
us until an early lunch.
     "Where do you think this is going for you and me?" I asked
A.J.  "What do you want to happen?"
     "I'm so happy since I've met you.  We seem to click together
like we were meant for each other.  You are smart, good looking,
fun to be around and most of all, you make me feel good," he
replied.
     "Thank you.  I could say the same about you and it would all
be true.  I guess the next question is, why me?  There are surely
dozens of men out there that are nearer your own age who have all
the qualities you are looking for."
     He laughed.  "I haven't met any.  Most men my age, and that
includes my former roommate, Greg.  He just wanted to have fun in
the sack, but we never really ever sat down and talked about
anything like you and I do.  He just wanted the sex with no
responsibility other than that we shared expenses.  I have to
admit that I learned a lot from him."
     "You certainly did.  I bet you were a willing pupil, too," I
teased him.
     "He wasn't good looking and really didn't turn me on all
that much, but yes, the sex was good.  He wasn't one who could
sit down and talk something through.  He had answers for all of
his questions before he asked them.  If you didn't agree, that
was too bad, he did it his way anyway."
     "A.J., as you know I've only been in one real relationship
and that lasted for a long time, 33 years.  He was the first
person that I'd really ever been with.  I had a couple of bad
experiences before that.  Strange experiences.
     "We were totally involved with each other and that included
most of the activities we had outside our relationship.  It's
what made us 'us' if you understand what I mean.  It used to be a
joke with several friends that if you could get one of us to join
something or involved in it, the other of us would be along
shortly.  And, it was true.  We enjoyed doing things together and
being with each other.
     "Certainly life wasn't a bed of roses, we had our ups and
downs just like any other couple, straight or gay, but we were
determined it was going to work and it did.  I suppose that part
of it might have been that we both were so stubborn that we
wouldn't have admitted that it wasn't working if it really
wasn't.  Our finances had never been separate and everything we
had was 'ours' and not 'yours and mine'.  If we'd ever split, it
would have meant selling everything and dividing whatever cash
there was.  I outsmarted him and outlived him," I laughed.
     A.J. laughed, too.  "That's what I like about you, I think
you and I can make this go because you've been there and have the
experience.  I should be able to learn from you."
     "You know the one thing that makes me hesitant about this
whole thing is the money angle.  I have enough to get by on, but
not live extravagantly.  I have to watch money carefully because
I won't be eligible for retirement and Social Security for over
two years.
     "I don't want to feel like you have bought me or that I'm
your 'daddy toy' sort of thing.  I love you, but don't want to be
dependent on you."
     "I understand that and grandmother does, too.  I think she
will remedy that situation."
     "She alluded to that last night.  I wonder what she is
really thinking?"
     "I don't know but I'm to go over there after you leave today
because she wants to talk to me about money."
     That worried me quite a bit.  It wasn't that she couldn't
afford to "keep us" or "buy me" or whatever, but how would I feel
if I suddenly had a great deal to spend and it was because I was
in love with her grandson, whom she loved more than the rest of
the family put together?  You are always reading stories about
men, in particular, marrying into a family that has money.  Many
times they are never allowed to forget that they've been
"rescued" from whatever mundane life they would have had into one
that was no better; and to know that the only reason they had a
job to begin with was because they married the daughter.
     Yes, this was going to be an interesting week.  I loved A.J.
and I could be perfectly happy with him for the rest of my life.
But, the question was do I love him because he's rich or would I
be more comfortable if he were poor?  I didn't think that he'd
ever done without anything he wanted or needed, but he didn't
seem to have a lot of material things, either.
     Laura had enriched his life by taking him on trips, seeing
to it that he was exposed to art and history, given him an
appreciation for his surroundings, saw to it he was well mannered
and that he had gotten a good education.  On top of that he was
warm, loving and extremely good-looking, to say nothing of being
great in bed.  He really was 'Mr. Perfect' in my book.
     I realized that A.J. had his arms around me.  "Wake up, guy.
You seem to be lost in thoughts that are a million miles away."
     "Yeah, I guess I am.  Sorry."  I smiled at him and accepted
a kiss on the nose, which I returned, then it turned into
something more passionate.
     "Want to talk about it?" he queried.
     "It's what we've been talking about, just running the
scenario through my head.  I think - no I know - we can make this
work, but I'm really concerned about the money aspect of it."
     "I don't think there will be anything to worry about after
grandmother gets through.  I'll know more about it later, but
don't worry about it for now," he said.
     "Then I guess the next hurdle is with your parents and the
rest of the clan."
     "Grandmother will handle them.  She's used to doing it.  I
never see my parents anyway.  I've been in school for the last
six years and the little bit I've been home, they aren't here, so
it's like we don't live in each other's world, anyway.  My
parents aren't going to be any trouble.  They'll shake your hand,
tell you how happy they are and that will be the end of it.
     "I don't know about the rest of them, but grandmother holds
the ultimate weapon - money - and that will get their attention
faster than anything else you can think of.  She won't take any
lip off of any of them and if they don't see it her way, then
they get shut out.  She will try to be fair with them, but it's
up to them, not her."
     I stood up and we moved into each other's arms.  "As long as
I have you, I guess I don't have anything to worry about," I
said.
     He kissed me.  "I think I could say the same thing.  You are
my strength and I'm going to depend on you to show me the way so
we can be happy together - forever."
     I had tears in my eyes and he did, too.
     "We'd better get cleaned up, young man," I said as I gave
him a swat on the butt.
     The "Little Boy" voice again.  "Daddy, can we play with each
other in the shower?  Huh, can we, Daddy?"  This was getting to
be a fun game.  I had to think of a quick answer.
     In a really deep voice, I said, "Yeah, if you are able to
get it hard, we can play with it.  I'm not sure about mine, I
think that after twice last night and once this morning, we won't
be able to wake it up."
     We both dissolved in laughter.  I loved this guy and I knew
the feeling was mutual.
     A.J. rinsed the coffee cups, glasses and plates and loaded
the dishwasher.
     "Looks like there is enough to run a load," he said while
adding soap and starting the machine.
     * * * * *
     I followed him up the stairway to his room and had a hard
time keeping my hands off his hairy ass cheeks.  I just plain had
a hard time keeping my hands off his body to begin with.  I knew
that what I'd just said about being able to "get it up" wasn't
true.  I was having a response just from looking at and feeling
his great body.  It did keep me interested, to say the least.
     We made quick work out of shaving, talking as we were
standing side by side.
     "When are you coming over to Tulsa?" I asked.
     "My parents are due home tonight and I'll probably have to
suffer through their telling about the trip and what they saw,
but don't know anything about.  They will have dozens of pictures
and will only be able to tell you what the most famous landmarks
are.  Like the Eiffel Tower and Notre Dame Cathedral.  The rest
of them will be 'that place - I can't remember the name of it
now' - without admitting they never knew to begin with."
     I laughed.
     "It's not funny, it's true," he said.
     "I know," I responded.
     "I'll bet that even though you haven't been to France and
Germany, you'll know more about their pictures than they do," he
giggled.
     "If what you and Laura both have said is true, I'd have to
agree."
     "Believe me.  It's true."
     We climbed in the shower after A.J. set the temperature.  It
felt good to stand under the warm, pulsing water, washing off
dried cum and getting clean.  A good shower can rejuvenate me
pretty quickly.  My idea of roughing it is to stay in a hotel
that has a poor showerhead.
     After washing and rinsing our hair, we lovingly washed each
other.  In all the years I'd lived with someone this was the
first time I'd ever been in a shower that was large enough for
two people to share.  This was the way it should be.  You didn't
use any less water showering with a buddy, but it was sure a lot
more fun!
     We got out of the shower and dried each other, and ourselves
then went to the bedroom to get dressed.
     Our conversation returned to A.J.'s trip to Tulsa.
     "Why don't I come over either tomorrow night or Thursday
morning.  If I come over tomorrow night, then I only have to
sleep by myself one night this week."
     Then in the 'little boy' voice, "Daddy, I get scared when I
have to sleep by myself.  I need a big cock to hang onto so the
witch doesn't snatch me away."
     God, I loved this guy.
     In a deep voice I said, "Well, little boy, maybe together we
can get rid of her and she'll never come back.  Two hairy apes
ought to scare her so far away she'll never find her way back to
Oklahoma."
     We grabbed each other in a big laugh and ended the little
play with a big kiss.
     "Okay, tomorrow evening, then.  I'll look forward to it."
     I gathered my stuff together and we carted it downstairs so
it could be loaded in my car after we had lunch.
          * * * * *
     We decided to eat lunch at the "scene of the crime", La
Louisian where we had gotten acquainted a week before.  This is a
very good Italian restaurant on I-44, which in that area was the
old U.S. 66 bypass.  Today the luncheon crowd was small, or maybe
we were late.  Regardless, we enjoyed the ambience of the place
and had a good waiter who had learned not to rush customers.
This always got an extra tip if I had anything to do with it.
     I hate to go places where the meal is dumped on the table
and within two minutes the server is back asking, "Is everything
okay?"  Then they slap the check down on the table and that's the
last you see or hear from them.  [Attention waiters and
waitresses:  This is an automatic "deduct" on your tip.]
     I've always wanted to go to a restaurant and when the server
shows up saying, "Hi, my name is 'let's see how fast I can get
you out of here' and then proceed to do so," lay 20 one dollar
bills on the table and announce, "This is your tip for good
unrushed service.  Now let's see how much of it you get to keep."
I would be willing to bet that none of them would know what is
going on - or why.
     They are taught to "turn the tables" as fast as they can and
if you enjoy your meal. lucky you.  Management is under the
mistaken idea that if you don't come back, there will be another
customer to take your place.  Little do they realize that this
isn't exactly the way the world works - at least mine, anyway.
     I'll never forget a trip to New York City in 1979.  We
stayed at the Plaza Hotel and ate in the Edwardian Room on a
Sunday night and again on Wednesday night of that week.  The
service was wonderful.  After our orders were taken the service
was unobtrusive, but there.  Water goblets were never empty and
the wine was always at the proper level in the glass.  We
listened to a string trio playing music in the corner and watched
the house-drawn carriages going up and down 59th Street in front
of Central Park while eating.
     When we went back on Wednesday night, we ended up at the
same table with the same waiter.  He not only remembered what my
partner and I had eaten the time before, he remembered what we
drank and what wine we had ordered with our meal.  Needless to
say, he received a very generous tip both evenings.
     Now, it's a battle to eat a meal in peace.
     [Sorry, I didn't mean to give a sermon, but most servers
have absolutely no ideas of what "service" actually is when it
comes to serving a meal.]
     Our waiter at La Louisian earned his tip that noon and A.J.
and I saw to it that he was both thanked and compensated.
     We arrived back at his house about 2:00 and it was time to
say goodbye and for me to go on my way.  But first, I wanted to
call Laura and thank her for the previous evening.
     When she answered her phone, I said, "Laura."
     "David, how thoughtful of you to call.  Where my favorite
grandson?  You didn't wear him out did you?"
     I wanted to laugh, but said, "No he's standing right here.
Let him put you on the speaker phone."
     "Hi grandmother," he said as soon as the change was made."
     "A.J.  It's a nice surprise to hear from both of you.  What
are you doing today?"
     "We just got back from La Louisian where we ate lunch."  I
immediately regretted having told her that because we should have
invited her to go along.
     "How nice.  They have wonderful food, don't they?"
     "Yes, A.J. said.  We had an excellent waiter today, too."
     "I've never had bad service there," she responded.
     "Laura, I wanted to call and thank you for last evening.  It
was delightful to have drinks and visit with you, both in your
home and over dinner.  That was an excellent place to eat."
     "It was my pleasure.  After all I had two handsome men to
eat with and nobody else in their dining room could say that,"
she said.
     "That's either true or you are prejudiced in your views," I
laughed.
     "It's true in both cases," she said.  "I am really lucky to
have both of you to watch out for me."
     "I'm getting ready for my trip to Green Country," I told
her.
     "Now, don't say that or I'll want to go with you.  I have to
agree that Tulsa is a much prettier city with all the trees and
hills.  But, I've always enjoyed Oklahoma City.  This is where my
roots are and my family all lives here - unless you are going to
abduct A.J. and make him live in that other city."
     "That's entirely up to him.  He's a big boy and I have no
influence on him," I joked.
     "That may well be your opinion, but I happen to know that
you have a lot of influence on him - and it's all good," she
reminded me.
     A.J. spoke up.  "He does have a lot of influence over me.
and it's all good in my book."
     "You have a safe trip back to Tulsa and I'll probably see
you next week.  I'm talking to my advisors and attorney tomorrow
and we'll get this all worked out for the both of you."
     "Thanks Laura.  I've come to love you like you were my own
mother."
     "Now hush, I'm not old enough to be your mother, but I love
you like one," she told us, laughing.
     "Thanks for the ego boost, Laura," I answered.  We were all
laughing.
     A.J. broke in.  Grandmother, I'm going to David's place
tomorrow afternoon.  I'll call you after I get there.  I'm sure
that my parents will have to go to somebody's cocktail party to
impress them with what they drove past in their whirlwind tour of
Germany and France.  Not that they will actually remember
anything they saw."
     Laura laughed harder than I'd ever heard her.  "That's true,
A.J.  It will be news to everyone else because they've all been
there, done that and have the t-shirt to prove they were there,
but don't ask any details because there aren't any.  It would
never occur to any of that group to actually ask a question about
what they were seeing."
     She was on a roll.  "They could tour a farm where they
harvest truffles and they only thing they could tell you was that
the pig was dirty, not how truffles are grown and harvested."
     All of us laughed.
     I said, "And you actually expect me to marry into this
family?"
     We laughed again.
     "David, all you have to worry about is A.J. and me.  If you
aren't impressed with the latest Maytag dishwasher, Toshiba big-
screen TV or the fact that Jim played a round of golf at 10 over
par, you won't even be a blip on their radar."
     A.J. almost howled at that one.  "Ten over par?" he asked.
     Laura laughed.  "See, that's why you should go play golf
with him once in a while.  He thinks it's great and doesn't have
a clue that most golfers actually play at par or below.  It's a
good thing he's not a betting man or you would have grown up
really poor."
     I filed this item of "family history" away in the back of my
mind.
     This time we all laughed.
     "Laura, I need to be on my way and I'm looking forward to
talking to you tomorrow evening when A.J. calls you.  Have a good
day."
     "The same to you.  Drive carefully."
     * * * * *
     A.J. and his grandmother finished their conversation while I
started carrying things out to load in the car.  Before I could
get back to the house for the second load, he was there with his
hands full.
     "Why didn't you wait for me?" he asked.
     "Because I thought that maybe you and Laura might want some
privacy."
     "Nothing between she and me is private where you are
concerned.  She thinks you are part of her family and intends to
keep it that way."
     "That's awfully nice of her."
     We put the last of my things in the trunk and went back to
stand inside the garage to say our goodbyes.
     "I'm sure going to miss you tonight," he said.
     "No more so than I'll miss you.  But we're only going to be
apart for a day and I'll make it up to you tomorrow night."
     "No, I'll make it up to you."
     In a deep voice.  "A.J., we could argue about this the rest
of the day and not find the answer to this."
     And, as to be expected, the 'little boy' voice answered.
"But Daddy, the witch might get me.  I'm scared."
     We were both laughing.  After we calmed down a little, we
wrapped ourselves around each other like tomorrow might not get
here soon enough and swabbed the other's tonsils.
     "I'm going to miss you tonight, but that will make tomorrow
all the more special," he told me.
     "I know, but we have more talking to do and a lot of
decisions to be made, so you think about this and I will, too,
then we can try to put it all together tomorrow evening."
     We exchanged another kiss and although I would like to have
continued this, I had to get on the road.
     "I'll call you as soon as I get home.  Bye, sweetie," I
said.
     I got another kiss, then broke away to get in my car.
     * * * * *
     There was no traffic and at 75 mph I made the trip home in
exactly an hour and a half.  I unloaded my car and called A.J.
He must have been sitting by the telephone because he answered on
the first ring and knew who was calling.
     "Hi honey," he said.  "Thanks for calling so promptly.  I
forgot that I have to go to the airport to pick my parents up at
5 p.m., so I'm going to have to leave in about 30 minutes to meet
them."
     "I guess we never discussed exactly what time their flight
was, did we?"
     "No, and I was thinking it was later, but I'll be there on
time.  They were supposed to go through customs in New York City,
so we should be able to leave for the house as soon as they get
their luggage."
     "I'd tell you to tell them 'hello' for me but they don't
have clue what has happened this week, do they?"
     "No, and nothing will be said until after grandmother has
her meetings with her attorney and our two financial advisors.  I
probably won't know anything until next week, myself.  That's
plenty of time for us to talk about our situation some more."
     "Do you want me to call you later?  Or. do you want to call
me?"
     "What time will you be home?" he asked.
     "No later than 10 o'clock.  The rehearsal is at 7:30, but if
they run late, we won't get out until 9:30 or so.  If I'm not
there, leave a message and I'll call you back."
     "Love you, hon," he said.
     "I love you, too, you big sweet Imp."  We both laughed, then
hung up the telephone.
     * * * * *
     I decided that I'd better leave a little early and put gas
in my car.  It was just below a half tank, but you never know
when you might need to go somewhere in a hurry.
     My rehearsal went well.  The chorus was made up of men and
women who had sung together on other occasions.  The director
didn't invite the "prima donnas" to participate and this saved a
lot of problems with an individual trying to drown out the whole
section.  We ran through the entire program once, then went back
to work on sections of two different movements once, then sang
just those sections in entirety.  It was a good rehearsal and we
were out of the auditorium just at 9:30.  The rehearsal next
Tuesday would be with orchestra, although I would need to be
there if they needed any further parts played.  It had been an
intensive 6 weeks, but the program had come together without any
real problems.
     I stopped to pick up some ice cream on the way home and
walked in my door at 9:55.  There were no calls while I was gone.
The phone rang while I was putting the ice cream in the freezer.
     "Hi Stud," I said cheerfully when I answered.
     A.J. must have been in his room, because this tiny little
boy voice said, "Daddy, I think the witch is in my room, hiding
under the bed."
     I laughed and in a deep voice said, "Their cats are scared
of dogs, so just sic Bruno on her cat.  He'll run them off and
then Bruno can sleep with you and you can pretend it's me."
     We both had a big laugh over that.
     "So, did you rescue your parents at the airport?"
     "Yes, they tried to tell me about the whole two weeks on the
way home.  Thank God, they were tired and went to bed early.  I
never thought that jetlag could work to my advantage."
     "I never thought of that, but they would still be on
European time, wouldn't they?"
     "Yeah, they had been up for almost 20 hours when they got
home, and it would be about 4 a.m. there right now."
     We talked a little bit about my rehearsal and his
conversation with Laura earlier.
     "Grandmother needs to do a couple of errands tomorrow so I'm
going to take her to the grocery store and to the bank.  She
doesn't need to go out again until Thursday and then mother can
take her.  Her friends will drive if they go out with her for
lunch.
     "Her appointment with her attorney and the other two men is
Friday morning and they are going to meet her at her house.  That
way she doesn't have to tip her hand to mother and dad that she's
meeting with them."
     "What about your excuse for coming to Tulsa?" I asked.
     "I'm just going to tell them that I want to look around over
there and check out the campus at both Tulsa University and Oral
Roberts.  It's the truth and they don't have to know anything
else.  I'll give them your phone number and tell them that I'm
staying with a friend.  It's the truth - just not all of it," he
giggled.
     I had no problem with his story.  There wasn't anything
devious about it and if what he had told me, he and his parents
never seemed to be at home in Oklahoma City very often at the
same time.  He really hadn't lived there for six years, anyway.
     We told each other good night.  My apartment seemed empty
after I hung up.
     * * * * *
     I woke up about 6:30 the next morning after a restless
sleep.  Could it be that I'd gotten used to sleeping with someone
again so soon.  I hoped so.
     There wasn't any use staying in bed any longer.  There
wasn't anything to be gained by it and I was awake enough that I
wasn't going to snooze anymore.  Besides I had things to do to
get ready for MY MAN who was going to be here after lunch.  As
soon as I was through in the bathroom, I stripped the bed and put
clean sheets on.  While the first load of sheets and towels was
washing, I stuck the feather pillows in the dryer to fluff them.
It was amazing that they were almost double in size afterward.
     The orange juice and coffee tasted good and I made a quick
grocery list.  There wasn't much that I needed to get, but there
were several things we would need in the next day or two.  There
wasn't any need of going to the grocery before the liquor store
opened at 9 o'clock.  That way one trip would do it and the
grocery didn't get busy until after 10 a.m. on Wednesday, anyway.
My favorite time to go to the grocery is about 7 a.m. on a Sunday
morning.  All you encounter are the stock boys.
     I had just gotten back from the grocery and two other
errands and it was 10:30.  The telephone rang and it was A.J.
     "Hi," he said.  He sounded cheerful; I know I certainly was
after hearing his voice.
     "What a surprise," I said.  "You aren't being delayed, are
you?"
     "No, actually just the opposite.  I'm already back from
taking grandmother to the grocery store and bank and ready to
leave for Tulsa."
     "Great, you'll be just in time for us to get a bite to eat.
Do you want to stay in or go out?"
     "Let's go out.  You think of a nice place."
     "Okay," I said, thinking about a good barbeque place a
couple of miles away.
     "I picked up a PikePass this morning, so I won't have to
stop at the tool booths anymore.  That's always such a pain."
     "Tell me about it.  They post a sign that says, 'Exact
change required this exit' but don't post the amount until you
get to the gate.  If you don't have it I guess you stay until you
die - or put in more money than needed."
     The PikePass is an electronic device you attach to your
windshield and the system reads your ID number at the entrance
and exit points, automatically billing you at the end of the
month.  What was even better was that you got a five to ten
percent discount depending on how much you traveled.  Mine was
set up to bill to a credit card, so I didn't even have to write a
check for it.  They sent you an email at the end of the month and
you could print it out for a receipt.  With the new equipment the
Turnpike Authority was installing over the state, you didn't even
have to slow down, just go through a special lane to be "sensed".
     We told each other goodbye and I knew he would be here right
at noon.  There was more than enough time to run the vacuum and
straighten up the place.  I decided to walk around the corner to
the complex office and pick up an extra door key and card for the
security gates.  I was afraid they would hassle me about needing
an extra key and card, but no questions.
     * * * * *
     Sure enough, I could have almost set my watch.  There was a
knock on the door as the clock was striking 12 noon.
     "Password," I said as I opened the door.  I was glad the
neighbors didn't open their door because the "password" was a
demonstration - as in a kiss, which we both enjoyed.
     I pulled A.J. into the apartment and shut the door.  "With a
password like that, you can have anything you want," I teased
him.
     My answer was a combination of an "Impish grin" and a
"leer".  I loved it.
     "I missed sleeping with my lover last night," he pouted.
     "Had the same problem myself," I said, "And I didn't sleep
very well, either."
     "Let's not let it happen again," he said, and I agreed.
     We went out to his car to get his suitcase, some hanging
clothing and other things he had brought along.  I was wondering
where we were going to put everything as the walk-in closet in my
bedroom was full and the hall closet would have to be cleaned
out, as it was full of liquor from the bar in my old house.  I
wasn't about to give it away and then have to replace it at some
future point in time because there were 5 cases of various
liqueurs.  I decided the boxes could be stacked in the laundry
room and we could deal with them later.  It only took us about 3
minutes to make room for everything A.J. brought with him - and
there was still room in that closet, too.
     Before we left to go to lunch I gave A.J. his key to the
apartment and a gate card.  You would have thought I had given
him something costing thousands of dollars.  I think he was
really moved and proud that I wanted him to have them.
     To say that I got my share of the "reward" would be
understating his actions.  We locked ourselves in a kiss and
embrace that wouldn't quit and were both out of breath when we
finally separated.  A "problem" had come up - for each of us and
quite frankly we decided to solve it right then.  After all, we
hadn't had sex since early the previous morning.
     We started removing each other's clothing, his shirt, my
shirt, his pants, my pants, moving toward the bedroom so there
was a trail of clothes on the floor from the living room around
the corner.  His body was such a delicious sight to look at and
to rub myself against.  We started out with him flat on his back
and me lying out full-length on top of him.  Then we were on our
sides, then me on the bottom with him lying on top of me.  I
don't know which felt the best, but if we had to vote on it right
then, I wanted to try all of them again before deciding.
     Both of us were in an oral mood, it seemed, so it was a duel
of the tongues, wet fingers and lips.  Anything was fair game and
we tried them all, kissing, tickling, rubbing licking, more
kissing.  We finally ended up in a 69 position, on our sides.  It
felt so good.  I was almost tingling and I hoped A.J. was, too.
     A lot of ass play happened, along with nuzzling and licking
ball sacks and trying to drive the other crazy with the way we
handled each other's cocks.  It didn't take me too long to be
aware that the first feelings of an orgasm were taking place deep
within my groin.  I could tell that this was happening to A.J.,
also.  We were too excited to make this last and within what
seemed like two more minutes we were each ready to blow.
     My favorite trick that A.J. loved, was to bury his cock as
far down my throat as I could, while playing with his pucker with
the fingers of one hand while slowing stroking his balls and
making both hands meet on his perineum.  I was getting somewhat
the same treatment, although he had wet a finger and was wiggling
it around inside my asshole.  Neither of us were going to last -
we needed relief.
     I renewed my already aggressive effort and was immediately
rewarded with his cock expanding, getting more stiff and then I
felt the first pulse of his cum hitting the back of my throat.  I
pulled back so I could enjoy this creamy nectar.
     That's all it took to trigger me and I started unloading
into A.J.'s waiting, willing mouth.  We were both bouncing on the
bed and it was a wonder we could keep each other from breaking
contact.
     I lost track of his eruptions at the time I started cumming.
All I knew is that it tasted good and I wanted all I could get.
We wouldn't need a drink before lunch - this was it.
     We stayed with each other and I stuck my tongue between his
glans and foreskin.  This caused another pretty good spurt, but
not like what I'd already gotten.  It took us a long time to
return to earth and start softening.  Finally as if by following
a script, we cleaned the other and released the cock we had
worshipped.  He crawled around beside me and we shared the cum
still in our mouths.  It amazed me, being able to share the
taste, mix it with saliva, then stirring it with our tongues
before swallowing.  The ultimate high.
     We lay there, in each other's arms basking in the afterglow
of our lovemaking.  I didn't know who had written and
choreographed the script, but I knew there would be a sequel -
soon!
     Finally we decided that although sex was great and good
exercise, we needed food to nourish out bodies, too.  Walking to
the bathroom together, we brushed our teeth, and then decided
that we had perspired enough a shower would be in order.  No use
exciting a young waiter with the smell of raw sex when we sat
down at his table.
     We took turns rinsing off in the shower.  I don't know about
A.J., but I was wishing for the shower he had in his room at his
parent's house.
     It was easy to follow our trail - backwards - to dress, this
time handling our clothing ourselves.  If we helped the other
dress, it would just start all over again.  Besides the wear and
tear on the clothes from being taken off and put on so often.
     I suggested the barbeque place, but A.J. had been told about
a bar that served great sandwiches close to the campus of Tulsa
University.  That sounded good.  We were both ready for a beer
and sandwich.
     A.J. drove and we held hands as we moved down the street.  I
was sitting there looking at him and thinking about the flip-flop
in my life since I'd met him a week ago today.  Who would have
ever thought that a young stud like him would have any interest
in me at all?  He wanted to make this a permanent thing - to
become lovers (weren't we already?) that were deeply in love with
each other.
     It was at that point that I made my decision.  I wanted this
as much as he said he did.  His grandmother supported us in this,
most importantly because she wanted her grandson to be happy and
she was willing to help make it happen.
     From what A.J. had told me, his parents were much too
wrapped up in their "social scene" to be concerned about what he
did.  Why should they care?  His grandmother had raised him and
instilled a love of art and music in him.  He loved historical
museums as much as art museums.  He was fun to be around.
Handsome enough to turn the heads of both men and women and most
important - he loved me.  And. I loved him, too.
     So, what did we have to worry about?  Well, money, but Laura
had said she would take care of that.  I didn't want to feel like
I had been "purchased" for him, but couldn't help but think maybe
it might be true.  I wasn't going to fight this.  If he wanted
me, I was going to make him as happy as I knew how and I knew it
would be reciprocated.
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