Date: Tue, 5 Apr 2011 15:34:44 -0400 (EDT)
From: dastardlyd3@aol.com
Subject: Surprise Guest, Chapter 11

From the author to the readers:

This story includes male to male sex.  If it is illegal for you to read
this because of age or what laws govern your reading material, please do
not read this story.

You will note that the characters earlier asked each other before having
unprotected sex.  It is unwise to have unprotected sex if you can not trust
your partner.  These characters did trust one another.

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			      Surprise Guest

Chapter Eleven: Starting the Morning Right

          Two days later, Ralph sat beside Jean still feeling perplexed.
He didn't know what he might have done to upset Bob.  Jean cautioned,
"Let's let Bob explain when he's ready.  Whatever it is, it's something
devastating to him."

    "All right," Ralph began, "let's get on with some of our problems.
What has the insurance company done about your uncle's pickup.  It must
have been a total wreck from what Bob said."

    "It was, according to the insurance man," Jean answered.  "It was
insured as a special, classic car, and seems to have been worth at least
$50,000.  I'll know more about that, probably next week.

    "When Carlos tells us about the remodeling, I'll get him to estimate
what repairing the garage should cost so I can present it to the insurance
company.  There were tools in there, but I have no idea what they were
worth.  Like the pickup, my uncle liked to keep things around that he felt
comfortable with.  Thus, the tools were probably old.  Knowing him, they
were probably wiped clean every night, sharpened regularly, and treated
with great care."

    "That's the hard thing about losing things and trying to let insurance
proceeds substitute.  Lost things may have an emotional attachment that you
can't put a value on," Ralph reflected.

    "This is fun, but I'd better get started on dinner.  Bob may regain his
appetite, and you and I have worked hard enough to enjoy a good dinner.  I
thought we could have some of those pork chops we bought in Salinas, and
broccoli, and summer squash, and a tossed salad.  Would you mind making the
salad?  There are tomatoes, lettuce, avocados, mushrooms and dressing in
the refrigerator.  We should keep the salad undressed until we serve it."

    "Yes, sir.  I shall be glad to make the salad.  Should I undress while
preparing it? Or, would you like to undress me?" Ralph joked.  Jean laughed
and patted Ralph on the back.

    Dinner preparations went on, with the two men chatting amiably.  Bob
walked into the kitchen, red-eyed, and looking very sad.  He sat down at
the table.  Jean offered him some coffee, but Bob just shook his head no.

    Jean and Ralph continued their dinner preparations until Bob began to
speak, "I owe you an explanation for why I ran out of the room the other
night.  You see, Roy and I were never married, nor had a Domestic
Partnership.  When he died, I had no right to claim his body, nor plan a
funeral.  His parents claimed his body and arranged a quick, private
funeral.  I wasn't invited.  I never had a chance to say goodbye," his
voice broke and he began to cry.

    Both Jean and Ralph came to Bob, put their arms around him, taking
turns rubbing his back and caressing his hair.  In a short while, he began
to speak again, "You see, though Roy came to live with me after his parents
threw him out of the house, I didn't count when it came to the last
things."

    Ralph handed Bob a box of tissues.  He blew his nose, wiped his eyes,
and continued, "I heard they blame me for him being into drugs and going
around with the wrong sort of people.  That was the reason they kicked him
out of the house in the first place.  They think that anything he did was
my fault.  Heck, I didn't even know him when he started using illegal
drugs, but they claim it's my fault.  There's nothing I can do to convince
them otherwise.  They won't talk to me.  They had the church service in
their pentecostal church, and probably all the people there knew what had
caused him to leave home.  There's nothing I can do."  He lowered his head
to his hands which were together on the table.

    Jean said to Bob, "You're right.  There's nothing you can do, and I'll
bet nothing you could say to his family to make them change their warped
minds.

    "I have a nice dinner started.  Some pork chops, broccoli and summer
squash, and Ralph made a tossed salad.  Do you think you could eat some
dinner?"

    Bob raised his head, inhaled some tantalizing odors coming from the
stove, and said, "That smells good, and I haven't been eating too well
lately. since Roy moved out, except what you've fed me.  I'm sure I can eat
something after you worked hard to cook it."

    Ralph, deep in thought, began to set the table for dinner, bringing the
salad from the refrigerator, along with several bottles of salad dressing.
Jean dished up the plates of food for each of them, then brought them to
the table.

    Jean asked Bob and Ralph to join hands with him, then he began, "God of
all that is good, I ask you to bless Bob and lead him to the assurance that
Roy will no longer have to deal with his hurts and rejections through
escape, but is now full and complete in your love.  And, God, bless the
food which we have prepared, bless us and use us.  In your holy name.
Amen."

    Bob and Ralph repeated the "Amen."

    All three men began to eat.  Ralph said, "Jean, as always, your cooking
is great.  I like the pork chops and the vegetables.

    "Bob, I'm sorry you couldn't attend the funeral, but, there's nothing
to keep you from going to the grave site, and I know Jean and I would
gladly visit the grave site with you."

    " Yes, think it over, Bob.  Ralph and I could go there with you, if you
wish....Now, on a lighter mood, I'm going to serve the salad at the end of
the meal, as my uncle and good French men and women do.  No rich desserts
to end the meal.  That will have to wait until we all get back into regular
exercising."

    "Dictator!" Ralph said, with a big smile.

    "That's probably best," Bob agreed.  "I haven't been doing any heavy
labor lately, except for clearing the apartment and storing things that
day."

    "I'll load the dishwasher," said Ralph.  "Who ever cooks doesn't do the
dishes.  You two go take a shower.  I'll be in shortly."  Ralph rapidly
rinsed and loaded the dinner dishes into the dishwasher, then joined the
other two in the shower.  The three found the shower stall plenty big for
three men.  They enjoyed a little caressing and manipulation, then took
turns washing and drying each other,.

    Jean led the way to bed.  Bob got in the middle, with Jean and Ralph on
either side, caressing and kissing Bob.  Bob relaxed and shortly fell
asleep.  Ralph leaned over sleeping Bob and kissed Jean, told him he loved
him, and wished him good night, then lay back to fall asleep soon.  So did
Jean.

    The next morning, all three men awoke at about the same time, keeping
still, enjoying the feel of good bodies sharing the bed.  Jean looked at
Ralph and asked, "How horny are you this morning, Love?"

    Ralph brightened and replied, "Let me show you."  Then he climbed out
of bed, came to Jean's side and picked him up, kissed him, and while his
hard cock was rubbing against Jean, said, "Here's the evidence.  Will that
convict me of being a horny fucker?"

    "It feels good to me.  Let's see what it can do."  Ralph put Jean face
down in bed, climbed over him to straddle his body, and rubbed his cock
against Jean's ass.  Jean cried for more, and Ralph gave it to him.  His
cock was leaking pre-cum furiously.  He rubbed it against Jean's hole, and
pushed in.  Jean sighed in delight.  Ralph pushed all the way into Jean's
hole, until he was docked and ready to move.

    Ralph began to move his cock in a circular fashion, rubbing all sides
of Jean's hole, then pushing in and out, driving with such force that Jean
wondered if he would be pushed through the mattress to the floor.  Very
shortly, Ralph cried out in a husky voice, "Here I come."  He did, several
times, with such force his body shook.  Then he lay down upon Jean, being
careful to keep most of his weight on his arms.

    "Thank you, Love.  I needed that."

    Jean turned his head, smiled at Ralph, kissed him, and said, "That
starts the day well.  Let me go make some coffee.  Maybe Bob would like a
little loving, too."  Jean left to make coffee, while Ralph turned to Bob,
looked at his stiff cock and asked, "How are you today?"

    Bob leaned over and kissed Ralph and asked, "Would you mind giving me a
blow job?  I've got a pretty stiff one here, and it needs some relief."

    Ralph leaned over, kissed the head of Bob's cock, then took it into his
mouth.  His hands explored Bob's nipples while his mouth engulfed Bob's
cock, swallowing all of it.  His tongue stroked the underside, where the
sperm tube was full.  As he moved up and down on Bob's cock, his left hand
passed by the damp cock, getting a fair amount of saliva on his middle
finger.  Then the finger sought out Bob's hole, pushed in, and began to
finger fuck Bob.  Bob groaned in delight.  Soon Bob's cock released several
spurts of cum into Ralph's mouth.  Ralph eagerly swallowed the first
spurts, kept the rest in his mouth, and when Bob was done shooting, moved
up and shared the cum in a kiss with Bob.

    Ralph suggested they join Jean for coffee.

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Once again, my sincere thanks go to Ursuspilosus for his suggestions and
proof reading of this chapter.  Any errors are mine, and were not presented
to him for review.

Comments and suggestions are appreciated by the author,

dastardlyd3@aol.com