Date: Sat, 03 Feb 2007 17:11:11 -0500
From: Sequoyah <sequoyahs-place@charter.net>
Subject: Saga of teh Elizabethton Tarheels 11

Saga of the Elizabethton Tarheels
Chapter Eleven

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Chapter Eleven

Since spring break began the next day and teachers and students would be
setting on "Go!" long before the opening bell, there was no studying after
school Thursday. Instead, the Clan got together to discuss what we would be
taking, to make sure we had everything we needed and to make final
arrangements for getting to the airport. Lacy, John's stepmother -- or as
the two of them had decided to call her, his dad's wife -- had volunteered
to drive the SUV to take us all to the airport. "Looks like things are
working out with you and Lacy," Bobbie said when John told us.

"We're getting to be real friends," John replied, "now that the mother
thing has been settled." He had told us a couple weeks ago that once they
got over the idea she was to be his mother, things were improving. Seems
she told him she was concerned they were not getting along. "Since we both
live in the same home, we need to do something about it." John had invited
her to his room, thinking it is always best to do battle on your own turf.

When she arrived, she had said, "John, for starters, I am not going to try
to take your mother's place or be your mother. Not only would it be
foolish, I know you don't like the idea and neither do I. How about us
being friends?" John said he had been taken by surprise because he had
thought she was trying to take his mother's place or, if not that, drive a
wedge between him and his father.

After he gave the matter a moment's thought, he had replied,
"Mrs. Thurmond, how about you being my older sister? I've always wanted
one."

She had stuck out her hand and said, "Deal. Let's shake on it! And, by the
way, my name's Lacy."

"We started developing a real good relationship after that. I actually like
her and can see how Dad fell for her. Can't quite understand how someone as
young as she is goes for someone as old as Dad, but good for them," John
said.

Anyway, Thursday after school, we did what we needed to do to get ready
and, after a final check of our lists, everyone left except Justin. As they
left, Clarisa appeared and Justin and I packed under her sharp-eyed
supervision, rechecked our lists, and she finally declared we were ready to
go.

We went down with her and had a glass of juice while she finished
supper. As we talked, it suddenly occurred to me Clarisa would be alone for
a week. "You know, Clarisa, you will have a whole week free while we are
gone. You'll be free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, Clarisa,
you're free at last." When I started, Justin grabbed Clarisa and started
waltzing her around the kitchen, holding her feet off the floor, as the two
of us continued chanting. When he finally set her back on her feet, I
asked, "Why don't you do something interesting, exciting, daring or, at the
very least, different?"

"Yeah, Clarisa, why don't you?" Justin chimed in. "Have a wild adventure,
climb a mountain, shoot the rapids, catch a whale. Well, at least, take a
trip."

"Take Mother's car and hit the road. Or better yet, take my car. Yeah, that
sporty WRX."

"Who'd take care of the house and all, child? I can't just walk off."

"Clarisa, the house won't need taking care of. It'll just sit here whether
you are inside or not. There'll be no-one here you need to think
about. Mother's in Europe somewhere, probably having a good time, Justin
and I will be in the Florida Keys, definitely having a good time, so why
should you sit here? Why shouldn't you be having a good time as well? Lock
up the house, turn on the alarm, pile in that sporty car and take off! You
never take time off and even when you have gone on vacation, it's been with
us so you were just on duty somewhere else. How about it?"

"Well, I might think about it," she said.

I had a very generous allowance from Father -- Mother laughed when I called
it hush money, but that was what it was -- and I never spent all of it. In
fact, I spent very little of it, usually less than forty dollars a week,
fifty dollars a week max. What would I spend money on? CDs?
Occasionally. New game for the Playstation? Not lately. Gas? How much did I
use? Very little. Food and shelter? I lived at home. Clothes? Maybe
something special, but Clarisa bought my clothes and she knew more about
what I needed and wanted than I did. Spoiled baby? Likely. Anyway, not only
did I have money left from my weekly allowance, but also I hadn't spent any
of the Christmas money from Father beyond what I had spent for Christmas
gifts, so I had a healthy bank account and an idea.

"Justin, we need to go out for a while. Come on."

"Can we, maybe, eat supper first?"

I laughed. Supper was on the table, waiting for us to eat. "Never mind, I
can just freeze it," Clarisa said.

"On pain of death," Justin said and he and I dug in when Clarisa joined us.

After supper, we went to an ATM and I got the max it would let me have --
$350 -- and asked Justin if he could get $150 more, which he did. When we
got back to the house, I gave the cash to Clarisa and said, "Clarisa, I am
ordering you to do something while we are gone and you have to spend this
$500 on yourself -- not on family, not on friends, not on anyone except
Clarisa. Every penny has to be spent on Clarisa." She protested, but I
reminded her it was an order. "You better have a surprise for us when we
get back," I said.

Clarisa didn't need any money from me to take a trip. Unlike the
not-so-long-ago when "family servants" worked long hours seven days a week
for little beyond food and clothes -- the latter usually hand-me-downs,
Clarisa was paid a fairly decent wage and, like me, had room, board and
clothing, except for something special she wanted, furnished. I knew she
had a healthy bank account as well, but that wasn't the point.

After Justin and I had gone upstairs, John called to say his stepmother
would pick us up, with our luggage, in the morning and drive us to
school. "That way, the luggage will be loaded when she comes to get us
after school. We'll be ready to head for the airport the minute the last
bell rings. She'll meet us in the parking lot and that way we may be able
to make the plane by 4:00."

Next morning, when Lacy came by my place, she had already been by Susan's
and I saw Susan was bringing a great deal more than a medium suitcase and
backpack, which was what Justin, John, and I had. When we got to Adam's he
also had a medium suitcase and backpack, but Bobbie had more than Susan. I
remembered Mrs. Crandall's warning, but said nothing, knowing it would do
no good.

Friday, school may as well have been out before the opening bell since
neither students nor teachers were thinking about anything except the last
bell. Just after the roll had been checked in homeroom, Mr. Agnue, the
principal, came on the intercom for the usual morning announcements -- to
which not more than five students usually paid attention -- and began with,
"Students, as we all know, next week is spring break. Please be careful, be
safe and come back to school in one piece. To help you get off to a good
start, we will be on short schedule today." Maybe only five students had
been paying attention, but not one missed that announcement! Short schedule
meant class periods would be shortened to the minimum the state would
permit, time between classes reduced and lunch cut -- who could eat school
lunch anyway when we'd be free for a week shortly? Short schedule meant
we'd be out of school at 2:40 instead of 3:30.

John leaned over and said to Justin, "I'll call Lacy and tell her we're
getting out early. Pass it on."

"Don't know that it will make any difference, but Mrs. Crandall gave me a
number to call for directions to Flight Line Aviation," I said to
Justin. "I'll call and let them know we'll be at the airport earlier than
we thought." John and I asked to go to the restroom where, immediately, out
came the cell phones and we made the calls.

When the last bell finally rang, we joined the mad rush to the parking lot
where Lacy was waiting in the SUV. We all six piled in and were among the
first cars leaving.

As soon as we were on our way, I punched the Flight Line Aviation number
into my cell phone and almost immediately a voice answered, "Flight Line
Aviation."

"This is Marcus Porcher again," I responded.

"Lucky you," the woman replied, "your plane is on the ground, taxiing
toward the terminal as we speak. It will be ready to take off shortly after
you arrive. When you approach the airport, look for the sign to our
place. It's a right turn. See you in a few."

Thirty minutes later we were at Flight Line Aviation's terminal where a
sleek jet was on the tarmac, wheels chocked, waiting. It took us, maybe,
fifteen minutes to get our luggage stowed and climb aboard. Minutes later
we were all buckled in and headed down the runway.

As soon as we were at cruising altitude, the hostess served food -- cold
shrimp with cocktail sauce well-laced with horseradish; veggies with dip;
finger sandwiches, fresh fruit and a selection of drinks. Since we had all
skipped lunch, food disappeared rapidly. The hostess laughed and said, "We
were advised to lay in more food than usual for six passengers. If someone
had told us you were high schoolers, it would have made sense. Hope there's
enough!" There was, more than enough, and when we had eaten all we wanted,
we settled down -- Susan and Bobbie watching a chick flick, Justin and I
reading, and John and Adam napping.

We were about half-way into the trip when the intercom clicked on and the
pilot said, "Best get seated and seat belts fastened. We have just had a
warning of the possibility of some rough air ahead." Bobbie woke Adam and
John, and we had just gotten our belts buckled when the plane dropped and
then slid sideways. "Folks, this is no joke. Stay buckled in

as I don't know how long this rough ride will last. I'm heading up, looking
for smooth air." We had a rough fifteen or twenty minutes while the plane
bounced around and climbed, looking for smooth air.

Even with the rough weather, we landed in just over two and a half hours
from our takeoff. As we came in, the plane was, I guess, caught by a sudden
tricky wind and a wing dipped dangerously close to the runway. The plane
quickly righted itself, touched down and bounced -- twice. The hostess
looked at us from where she was buckled in up front, laughed and said, "A
perfect landing to end a perfect flight. Welcome to the Florida Keys."

I was the first to bound down the steps where Antwon was waiting. "Good to
see you again, Antwon."

"Welcome back to the Florida Keys, Marc," he replied as he embraced me.

"Antwon, these are my Clan members..."

"Don't like that word, Massa Porcher," Antwon whined in a good imitation of
movie black face and laughed.

I laughed as well and said, "Understand, my man, understand. Nonetheless,
my Clan: Susan and John, Bobbie and Adam and Justin." Antwon raised an
eyebrow when I introduced Justin, as if asking a question, but I did not
respond -- I didn't know what he was asking.

"Had a letter or two from Mother and she seems to be having a great time,"
I said while we waited for our luggage.

"Yeah, the staff got letters from Mrs. Crandall yesterday. She says your
mom is doing well. She was looking pretty good when she left, but I think
being pampered on a cruise and traipsing over Europe with Mrs. Crandall
will speed her complete recovery. She came very close to going on to gloree
ah," Antwon's imitation of a black preacher was perfect. "Well, let's get
the luggage and be on our way." As he spoke, he pulled out a cell phone,
hit a speed dial number and spoke into the phone, "You may bring the car
around." I assumed Antwon would be driving the van, but apparently he was
not as a Hummer limo drove onto the tarmac, headed for us. When it arrived,
a fellow in a "Hummer Limo Service" uniform stepped out of the vehicle and
helped get the luggage stowed. That done, Antwon got in the passenger's
side up front and we were off.

The drive to the mansion seemed much shorter than when I had come down to
see Mother. I guess it was because everyone was excited and talking at
once, and the time before I had been anxious to see Mother. In what seemed
no time at all we were at the front door. As we were getting out of the
limo, Mrs. Metzer appeared at the door. I'm sure she had been alerted by
Antwon and was waiting for our appearance. She was the house manager and a
very nice lady. I had, of course, met her when I was down before. "Welcome
back, Marc," she said.

"Thanks, Mrs. Metzer, looking forward to being here," I
responded. "Mrs. Metzer, my friends: John and Susan, Adam and Bobbie and
Justin. Clan, Mrs. Metzer who makes sure this place runs smoothly."

"Welcome, all of you. Just leave your luggage where it is. Antwon and
Derick will put it in your rooms. Marc, you will be in the suite you had
before. I put Justin in its other bedroom. John and Adam, you have the
suite across the hall from Marcus. Susan and Bobbie, you have a suite in
the East Wing. Marc, if you will show the fellows to their rooms, I will
show the ladies to theirs. I have arranged for you to have dinner in the
terrace room. Marc, after you and your friends have freshened up, show them
there, if you would. Three-quarters of an hour enough time?"

"Sounds good," I replied.

"Mrs. Crandall wants you to have a wonderful time and if there is anything
I can do to help, please let me know. Ladies, this way."

"Fellows, follow me," I said and headed up the stairs.

The seven of us walked up the central stair and separated at the top, guys
to the left, ladies to the right. As we headed down the hall, the ballroom
came into view. As soon as they saw it, Justin and John said "Wow!" in
unison. "I could see this place was huge when we drove up," Adam said, "but
at that I never imagined it was like a palace."

"Wait until you see your rooms. Here's our suites. John, Adam, that's
yours," I said as I pointed across the hall. "There are two bedrooms off of
the living area with a connecting bath. Do what must be done and come to
our room in half an hour or so and we'll go down for supper. Justin, we are
over here."

I was surprised that our luggage was already in our rooms, but then we had
talked a bit with Mrs. Metzer and walked up. Antwon and Derick had taken
the elevator. Justin, your room's through that door, but before you put
your things away, take a look at this," I said as I walked into my bedroom
and opened the bathroom door, revealing the Jacuzzi.

"Damn, that's big enough for the whole Clan," Justin exclaimed. but right
now I have a more pressing need! I was so struck by this place I forgot,"
he said with one of his heart-stopping smiles as he rushed to the toilet,
took out Mr. Smith and released a powerful stream. As soon as he started,
you know what happened! I was beside him immediately.

That taken care of, we washed our hands and then splashed cold water on our
faces. "Man, I am looking forward to that Jacuzzi!" Justin said. We each
went to our own room and put away our things and had just walked into the
living room when John and Adam knocked on the door and walked in without
waiting for a response from us. As soon as they were inside, Justin said,
"Come here and have a look. Man, you are not believing this."

The two took one look at the Jacuzzi and Adam said, "Holy shit! I can see
where I'm going to spend some time. Just wait until I get Bobbie in that!"

"Later. Right now it's food time," John said.

We went down to the terrace room. I was surprised that the sun was
approaching the horizon, as I hadn't realized it was as late as it
was. Shortly after the four of us arrived, Susan and Bobbie appeared,
escorted by Mrs. Metzer. "Mrs. Metzer, your timing is excellent!" Susan
exclaimed. "We are having dinner at a beautifully appointed table and
watching a spectacular sunset at the same time."

"Yes, it is quite beautiful and this is a great place to watch it,"
Mrs. Metzer replied. "Marcus, you know your way around so I'll leave you
and your friends to your own devises. Again, if you have need of me,
call. Dial 1 on any phone. If you need something -- linen, soap, anything,
dial 5 and someone will bring you what you need. Mavis is on duty
tonight. Ah, here she is now. I'll leave you in her good care. Enjoy your
supper."

Mrs. Metzer left as a gray-headed woman, very stately in appearance,
dressed in a maid's uniform, came bringing gazpacho which she served and
disappeared. It shouldn't have taken long for six teenagers to devour the
soup, but everyone was so excited and talking at once that it was a while
before we were ready for the next dish. After she removed the soup dishes,
Mavis served a very nice fish, accompanied by a green salad. For dessert we
had lemon sherbet. All very light and in keeping with the warm spring
temperature in south Florida. Everyone finally calmed down and relaxed and
we took our time eating, still spending a lot of time talking as if we
hadn't seen each other for a week.

By the time we had finished dinner, it was twilight. As we stood, Adam
said, "I think I need a walk to take care of the kinks from the trip down
and to work off some of the food I just put away."

Everyone seemed to be up for a walk as well. "You have a lot of walking
space, I said. There's the beach, a garden and the area around the lake. By
the way, if you walk around the lake," I warned, "don't get too close. It
has 'gators. BIG 'gators."

The six of us walked down the steps from the terrace, and at the bottom,
Adam and Bobbie, John and Susan headed for the beach but in opposite
directions, Adam and Bobbie walking up the beach and John and Susan
down. "The garden's over there," I said to Justin, pointing. "Mrs. Crandall
says it is a great place for moon watching. The moon is just peeking above
the horizon and, if I remember correctly, it should be nearly full."

Justin took my hand and said, "Then let's go wait for the moon."

Justin was still holding my hand when we passed under a rose-covered arch
into the garden. As we entered, he dropped my hand and slipped his arm
around my waist. I hesitated a moment, then put my arm around him. We
walked toward a tree and sat down on a garden bench under it.

We sat in silence, our arms about each other and watched as the moon,
bright orange, rose out of the sea. Soon it was high enough and so bright
the garden was flooded in moonlight. For some reason, I suddenly realized
Justin was not watching the moon, but me. I turned slightly and when I did,
found myself looking deep into his black, black eyes, my heart pounding. As
I continued looking into his eyes, I felt an almost irresistible urge to
kiss him and was terrified by the thought.  On the one hand, if I had any
balls, I would, but on the other, to kiss him would surely end our
friendship and that I couldn't endure. I was still gazing into his eyes
when, before I could act one way or the other, Justin smiled, leaned
forward until his lips brushed mine like the wing of a butterfly as his
arms pulled me close to his body. I was so shocked that I instinctively
jerked away.

Before I could say anything to explain my action, Justin cried, "I am so
sorry! Shit! Damn, Marc, man, I'm so sorry, so very, very sorry. I don't
want to hurt you or drive you away. Marc, please, please forgive me."
Justin was crying, huge tears streaming down his face.

My stomach tied itself into a knot when I realized what I had done. My
heart sank and a sick feeling swept over me. Justin thought I had jerked
away from him because he had kissed me!

He was standing, facing away from me. I was sure he was about to run, so I
grabbed his hand and held on tightly as I stood and turned his body to
mine. I smiled and then wrapped my arms about him. He got a very surprised
look on his face which quickly turned to a huge Justin smile. My arms
wrapped around him, I pressed my lips to his in a passionate kiss. As the
kiss continued, Justin's lips parted and I slipped my tongue between
them. I was flooded with the taste of Justin, wonderful Justin who loved
me!

We finally broke our kiss -- well, we eventually had to come up for air --
and sat looking into each other's eyes. "Marc, I have loved you so long and
had no hope you'd ever love me -- I mean other than as a friend. I was
afraid if I told you, it would be the end of our friendship. I was afraid
you'd tell me to take my gay ass and get out of your sight. I feared what
would happen if you knew."

"Justin, I'd never tell you to take your ass out of my sight! I want you
and your nice ass with me always. I have dreamed of you, longed to hold you
in my arms..."

"That's kinda strange. I mean I kept hinting every way I could, trying to
get you to show how you felt, but you never seemed to catch on."

"The truth of the matter is I can be pretty dense. Looking back -- I mean
that day with the crowns -- it was obvious to everyone in the mall, wasn't
it?" Justin grinned and nodded. "Yeah, well, I still didn't get it. I was
too frightened to see what everyone else saw. I never tried to make any
move for fear you would discover how I felt about you and hate me. I knew I
couldn't live without you. If that meant you were only a friend, I would
have that at least. But I was so very afraid I would lose even that, and
I'm not nearly as brave as you are."

"Two suffering guys too afraid to show each other how we felt. I guess the
Florida moonlight finally gave me courage but, hey, we've got a lot of time
to make up," Justin grinned, looking into my eyes.

"Well, we need to get started," I grinned back at him.

Now I need to take time out here to tell you why what followed immediately
and in the near future wasn't entirely uninformed, just amateurish. See,
while I had been more than a little reluctant to admit to myself I really
was gay, I knew it and spent a lot of time on the Internet reading gay
stories -- especially those that had more to them than "our eyes met, he
sucked my foot-long cock, then fucked me with his fourteen-inch tool" --
you know the stories. I also read a lot of advise about being gay, gay sex
and all, I mean.

I found out later the same was true of Justin. Of course, he wasn't as free
to explore as I was. He had to be a lot more careful since he didn't have
his own computer. After he was assigned to the new store, often he had been
asked to lock up and after the store was closed, used the computer. So we
knew some things -- in theory at least.

I guess I thought I had one up on him because a couple months before, I got
up the nerve to subscribe to a gay porn site and had watched some porn
while jerking off -- fantasizing about Justin, of course. Justin certainly
hadn't watched porn on the store computer. So while we thought we weren't
ignorant headwise, bodywise we were definitely amateurs, to say the
least. But a lot of things in this world come naturally! It was not
surprising, then, that our kisses were getting hotter and hotter as our
tongues did battle -- the kind of battle in which losers are also
winners. After a lot of kisses, Justin said, "I'm sure this bench is great
for moon watching, but it's not very good for making love."

"So we are making love?" I grinned, looking into his eyes.

"Love-making requires a lot of practice," he laughed, "and we've hardly
started, but yeah."

I suddenly remembered some of the porn I had seen. Some of it got me hot as
hell, but there was some that just kinda disgusted me. It was not what I'd
call love-making, rather, it was kinky sex. So there were some things I
wasn't interested in trying now and some I'm pretty sure I'd never be
interested in. I didn't know how much Justin had seen or what he had in
mind. I loved him, but I realized there was a whole side of him I knew
nothing about. Maybe he'd really go for some really kinky stuff but, then,
he could say the same about me. Finally I asked somewhat hesitantly, "Are
you ready to, you know, do it all?"

"Not sure what you mean by 'doing it all', but I'm pretty sure I'm
not. We're new at this and have a life-time ahead of us. A lot to try and
work on and I am going to enjoy every bit of it!" With that, he got up,
took my hand, and pulled me to my feet. After a long, long, open mouth,
busy tongue kiss, we walked, arm-in-arm, toward the house, stopping
frequently for long, lingering kisses.

Thanks to Scott and Jess for editing.

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