Date: Sat, 11 Aug 2007 20:49:18 -0400
From: Sequoyah Pendor <sequoyahs.place@gmail.com>
Subject: Saga of teh Elizabethton Tarheels 25

Saga of the Elizabethton Tarheels

Chapter Twenty-five

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Chapter Twenty-five

After dinner, Mrs. Metzer said, "Well, all good things have to end.
School starts again Monday and, regardless of how good a time you
have had, I'm sure you'll all welcome getting back home. The jet will be
ready to fly tomorrow at 1:00 so you'll be home by... well, you'll be at
the airport around 3:30."

"Then we'll be home by 4:00 or shortly after," Adam said. "That's
good."

"I didn't want to rush you after a week of, I hope, relaxing, so I
thought we'd have a late breakfast, 9:30 ok?" We all nodded. "Fine,
then you'll have time to get packed for the trip back and be ready to
leave at noon. You'll have lunch on the plane and be back home by
4:00. How does that sound?"

"If we have to go..." John laughed and we all nodded.

As we were finishing dinner, Mrs. Metzer said, "Marc, if you would stay
behind." As he started to leave, I caught Justin's hand and held him
back. After the rest of the clan had gone, Mrs. Metzer said, "Marc, I
think we have some things to talk about. Justin, you don't need to
stay."

"I want him here because we have something to talk about as well.
This has been a very, very special week for us."

"I'm sure it has for all of you..."

"Mrs. Metzer, I mean a very, very, very special week. See, Justin is no
longer my friend -- well, he is still my friend -- but he's more than just
a friend, he's..."

"He's your... something new this week? You're lovers? No surprise to
me, but it all started this week?"

Together we told her about our first night and the discovery we had
been in love with each other for as long as we could remember, and
our week -- without all the graphic details.

"And I thought the Captain gave you the cabin with the big bed
because you were Marc and special down here."

I could feel myself blush as Justin said, "He told us he thought the
honeymooners would like it and we did," Justin said, "very much. But
we're not married and Marc won't even agree to marry me."

"Maybe one of these days," I responded.

"Maybe one of these days you can have a real, legal wedding. I know
that is something Sharky and Antwon dream about. They flew to
Massachusetts when marriage became legal there, but didn't go
through with it. They told me it seemed like cheating or something
and they wanted their home state to recognize who and what they
were. They've also talked about having one of the local ministers
marry them, but of course it would not be recognized and, again, they
want their own to recognize them... but I'm babbling on. Justin, I know
you must have a good heart if you're in love with Marc. Well, I would
know it just from getting to know you this week. You better take care
of Marc. He's a fine young man and very special around here."

Justin and I were sitting beside each other, holding hands. He turned
to look at me and said, "He's pretty special to me too," leaned over
and kissed me on the cheek.

"So, a new relationship for Ann Curtis to deal with. That's what I
wanted to talk with you about, well, not about your relationship, but
about Ann Curtis... guess that's a real sign I'm not exactly a servant
around here," Mrs. Metzer laughed. "I don't know many servants who
call house guests by their first name, but old friends of Betsy
Crandall soon become friends of mine."

"Mrs. Metzer, our new relationship is something that I'd like to talk
about. It has me pretty worried. I really don't know how she will take
it. Father will shit... oops, sorry... he will flip out when he finds out. He
may not hear about it for ages since we seldom see or hear anything
from him. But I do worry that maybe it'll cause Mom to, you know, fall
off the wagon."

"Marc, that is not your problem. Just as your mom can't protect you
from everything, you can't protect her. To tell the truth, the woman
worships you and I certainly don't think who you love is going to
determine whether or not she continues to love you or stays sober. I
wouldn't worry about it. Remember, she has spent time here and
certainly learned to love my boys -- Antwon and Sharky -- and I don't
think anyone could be with them very long and not know they are in
love with each other. Wouldn't worry about your mom, and your
father, in my book at least, has given up any right to have a say in
your life. No, I think she will be upset only because she knows how
bigoted that small town is. But what I want to know about is you,
Justin."

She and Justin talked and talked. She kept asking him questions until
she finally laughed and said, "I guess I approve of you, Justin. Welcome
to the family, so to speak. Marc, back to your mom -- that's why I
wanted you to stay behind. She is far more worried about what you
will say about her slip than anything else. I'll kid you not, when she fell
off the wagon, she did it with a bang. Fortunately, Betsy was with her
and got her into an excellent facility, so she came out of it better
than she might have. I'd like to think she will be sober the rest of her
life, but you never know.

"Betsy called last night from a train on their way to France. They had
left the spa yesterday and decided they'd take a leisurely trip home.
They were taking the train to France for two days, then going to
finish their tour with several days in England. Betsy said your mother
had written she would be back in the States next Wednesday and in
Elizabethton the following day, wanted me to tell you that may
change. Betsy wanted me to assure you your mother was doing well
and the only thing you need to watch for are signs that she begins to
feel worthless or excessively guilty.

"I guess that's about it. Have a good rest and I'll see you at breakfast.
I'd like to have a few minutes with the group and we can do that at
breakfast. Goodnight. Love each other. You never know how little time
you might have and, I suspect, a lifetime is not long enough."

Justin and I stood, as did Mrs. Metzer, and we each hugged her and
said goodnight, then went to our suite.

As was becoming our usual practice, clothing went flying in every
direction as soon as the door was closed. As soon as I was in my
birthday suit, Justin grabbed me, threw me over his shoulder and
carried me to the bed. He kissed me, put me on my back and, with
knees on each side of my head toward my feet, he was over me,
moved my legs behind his arms, straight up in the air, my cheeks
spread and my rosebud exposed. Awkward? Not at all! Justin pulled his
own knees up under him, spreading his cheeks and presenting his dark
ass to me. He reached for a bottle of lotion which had taken up
residence on the bedside table, squirted some on a hand and applied it
to my butt, a finger circling my asshole. He then pushed the bottle to
where I could reach it and follow his example, which I did.

As we continued playing around each other's rosebud, Justin's hot
mouth sucked in my throbbing cock and I took his in my mouth. We
continued some serious cock sucking as we circled our lover's lotion-
slick hole with a finger. Justin and I both pushed a finger just inside
the other and started thrusting in and out, in tiny, tiny movements.
The new sensation was awesome! Even with a mouthful, Justin
managed to groan. Suddenly, his finger went in just a bit deeper and I
felt his asshole tighten on my finger as he started groaning and filling
my mouth with the wonderful taste of Justin. A nanosecond later, I
felt my own butthole tighten around his finger and, try as I might, I
could not postpone the explosion which started and went on and on.

After our climax, we lay beside each other, kissing softly. As we
kissed, I not only tasted Justin, but also myself. "I'd love to stay in
your arms forever," I said after we broke a kiss.

"Yeah, and live on what? My love juice? Don't think I'd last long the way
you work on Mr. Smith. Besides, Elizabethton calls. Only problem is, I
don't know what it's calling about us and that sometimes makes me
very afraid."

"Want to call it quits?" I asked. I suspect some deep, hidden part of
me was fearing a "yes".

"Course not." As if to underscore the point, Justin's kisses became
more and more passionate until we both were ready for action again.
We were stroking each other slowly, kissing deeply and whispering
sweet nothings to each other until we were both ready to explode
again, which we did, all over ourselves and our lover.

Even in the tropics of Florida, cum becomes cold and clammy after a
while, especially when the air-conditioning is blowing cool air over you.
I had the answer. I got up, pulled Justin up and to return a favor,
carried him in my arms to the shower. After we had showered, Justin
suggested we spend some time in the jacuzzi. Twenty minutes later,
we washed off the chlorine in the shower and collapsed into bed.

We got to bed by 11:00 and slept soundly until the alarm went off at
almost 8:00. Teeth brushed, Justin and I had a good morning kiss
which led to another and another but, before things had gone too far,
we both realized we didn't have time for leisurely love-making and a
quickie wasn't too attractive. We dressed and walked down to
breakfast, arm-in-arm.

As we entered the terrace room I noticed, for the first time, the day
was bright and sunny which was good since we would be flying.
Breakfast was without the usual morning excitement and no-one
lingered over coffee. As a result, we were packed and ready to go by
10:30. Sharky and Antwon came by to tell us good-bye before leaving
to get ready for a weekend excursion. We said good-bye to everyone
else on the staff except Mrs. Metzer who, we were told, was waiting
for us in the library. She would also be taking us to the airport.

When we reached the library, Mrs. Metzer said, without getting up,
"Find a place and sit." We all found places, Justin and John flopped on
the floor. When we had settled ourselves, she said, "Antwon and
Sharky came by this morning and we had a brief talk before they had
to leave to get ready for a weekend excursion. Both had only the
highest praise for you six and wanted me to make sure you knew
that. I suspect they thought they'd have a bunch of incorrigible teens
on their hands and were pleasantly surprised. Mavis told me the
household staff felt the same and how much she enjoyed being with
you. The staff all expressed surprise at your consideration and
respect for them. They are my family and I expect people to treat
them with respect, but first-time visitors sometimes do not.

"I want to agree with all they have said and add to it. I have very much
enjoyed being with you, especially the last two days. I'm nuts when it
comes to excursions, especially to Dry Tortugas, and you no doubt
saw that.

"Don't think I had the staff spying on you. They wouldn't and didn't.
Same is true with you. While you are not here to evaluate the staff, if
you have any observations, I'd appreciate hearing them."

"Nothing but good things to say. We were treated like royalty," Susan
said, and there was a chorus of agreement.

"And so you are in my book. So that's my Lady of the Manor speech.
Now I'll speak for your hostess -- absentee though she was. I hope all
of you had a fantastic spring break and know you have a standing
invitation to La Casa. As Mrs. Crandall says, 'mia casa, es su casa.'
Maybe you might even consider becoming a part of the live-in family.
You're seniors and Florida Keys Community College is just around the
corner, so to speak. It offers excellent programs and you could
certainly get your first two years here. Please keep that in mind as
an option." She talked a few minutes about it and I wondered if the
college knew what a powerful PR person they had. "Well, the magic
carpet awaits," she said, and minutes later we were loaded and
headed for the airport.

When we arrived, the plane was on the tarmac, waiting. Mrs. Metzer
pulled up beside it and we unloaded our bags. As soon as I had set
mine down to be loaded, Mrs. Metzer handed me a package wrapped in
plain brown paper. Antwon gave this to me. I am to instruct you that
it is NOT to be opened until you are in your own room and I was to say,
'Enjoy.'"

"Tell him thanks, I'm sure."

Mrs. Metzer hugged the others, then hugged Justin and me at the
same time." I want to remind you again, love each other. You never
know how little time you might have together," she repeated and
hugged us again. "Oh, everyone, pictures! I haven't had time to work
on them, so will send them to you when they are ready."

"Great. We'll be in touch," Justin said, we hugged her again and climbed
aboard the plane.

Justin and I sat side-by-side and were all buckled in then he asked,
"What did Mrs. Metzer mean about not knowing how much time we had
together?"

"Mom told me the story while I was here with her. Mrs. Metzer met a
young man and fell in love with him during a summer internship after
her sophomore year in college. Seems he fell head over heels in love
with her as well. They were determined to get married but, of course,
both sets of parents objected. The young couple wouldn't take no for
an answer and kept on until their parents approved, provided the two
continued college. Unfortunately, they were in colleges in different
states, so both applied to the other's college, agreeing to attend the
one that accepted the other. As often happens with bureaucracies,
there were unbendable rules: the colleges couldn't see their way to
accepting a transfer student on such short notice. They agreed they
would be considered for the next semester. The newly married couple
saw each other only when they could take a break from the tough
course loads they were carrying, and lived on the promise they'd be
together soon.

"Some time during the semester, Mrs. Metzer was attacked as she
was walking back to her dorm, alone, from the library. She managed
to fight off her assailant and get to a campus security phone, but
was pretty badly beaten. As soon as she was able, she called her
husband from her hospital room and he, of course, insisted on
catching the first available flight. The airport where he landed at 2:00
in the morning was still a hundred miles from her campus. He rented a
car and started the two-hour drive. He never made it. A drunk driver
-- who had repeated DUIs -- hit him head-on five miles from his wife
and he was killed, dying before he reached the emergency room."

"Damn!" Justin exclaimed.

"Yeah, damn," Susan said. I hadn't realized until then the four others
were intent on my story.

As soon as we reached cruising altitude, we had lunch. Adam
continued to behave as though he was stranger, sitting as far away
from Justin and me as he could. I guess, in a way, he was a stranger.
He had definitely put himself outside our circle.

When we landed, I was surprised to see Adam's car sitting beside
John's SUV. Arnold Blake, one of Adam's jock friends walked up to
Adam and they did a whole long bumping fists and elbows, slapping
hands and all that nonsense ritual as Adam did his Jekyll-and-Hyde
transformation. He was now in his dumb jock, testosterone-filled,
Alpha male Hyde role. "You going with me?" Adam asked Bobbie with
that special tough guy, jock sneer in his voice.

"I have a ride, thanks," Bobbie replied. Adam grabbed his bag, tossed
it in his car, climbed in the driver's seat and screamed across the
tarmac, burning rubber.

Mrs. Thurmond stepped out of the SUV, hugged John, smiled at the
rest of us and said, "What was that all about? Oh, sorry, welcome
home. Good trip?"

"Awesome, wonderful trip," John responded.

It didn't take long to get our bags and be ready to leave. Mrs.
Thurmond held the keys out for John, but he asked, "Mind driving?"

"Not at all," his stepmom responded and we were on our way home.

Shortly after we left the airport, Bobbie told Mrs. Thurmond Adam
was mad because she had broken up with him.

We were all definitely decompressing as we rode home in silence. Not
a word was spoken until we reached Bobbie's place. "Laters," she
called as she took her bag from John who walked up her front walk.
Minutes later, Justin and I were home. I was home and Justin was
home, here with me. He would be staying with me -- forever.

Clarisa must have been watching the drive like a hawk, because she
welcomed us at the door with open arms. After we exchanged hugs,
she hugged Justin and said, "Baby, you're almost as black as I am,"
which was true. I hadn't realized until that moment how dark the week
in Florida had left Justin, who was dark in midwinter. I guess I should
have, since I could tell even I had a bit of tan if you looked closely
enough. "Good time?" she asked.

"A fantastic time," I responded.

"Well, take your things up and come tell me all about it."

As we walked upstairs, I said, "Ok, we talk with Clarisa, but I don't
think we'll tell her all about the week."

Justin grinned and asked, "Why not? You do something you're ashamed
of?" I started to protest, but he added, "Or just something that a guy
doesn't tell his mama all about."

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe I should tell her how your asshole is a nice
dark brown, your cum is kinda salty and you really can suck cock."

"Let's," Justin said, grinned again and added, "not."

We tossed our bags on the bed and went back downstairs where
Clarisa was waiting for us. We joined her at the kitchen table where
she had a pot of herbal tea and cookies waiting. "I want to hear all
about your spring break, every minute of it," she said, as she poured
tea.

"We want to hear what you did first," I said.

"Nothing doing, I asked first."

"Ok, but I bet you don't want to hear all of it," Justin said. "And you
have to promise, cross your heart and hope to die, you did do
something special while we were gone and you're going to tell us about
it."

"And you have to have spent the $500," I added.

"Baby, that five hundred is long gone. Now tell me about spring break."

"We had a spring break you wouldn't believe, and met some of the
world's greatest people," Justin said, taking the pressure off of
talking about our relationship for the moment.

"Mrs. Metzer runs the household there with the kind of hand you run
our place with," I said, then told Clarisa about her, and the change
which came over her on the excursion.

"We spent some time with Antwon who is of your persuasion, Clarisa.
He lives on the estate -- grew up there -- and his partner, Sharky, and
the Captain." Between the two of us, we managed to fill Clarisa in on
who those three were. We then told her about the excursion.

Justin told her about the Captain and we talked about other staff
members we had met. We kept tumbling over each other talking,
especially when we talked about the excursion. Finally, we had just
about run down and Justin asked quickly, "And how was your trip?"

"Not so fast," Clarisa responded. "I have a feeling there is something
you two are leaving out. Too much looking at each other to fool me."

"Well, I know Adam has never been your favorite in the Clan and he
really showed his ass..."

"Language, Marcus Porcher," Clarisa said, shaking her finger at me.

"Well, he did, Clarisa, ma'am," Justin said. We told Clarisa about the
break-up and Adam's putting down women was enough to explain why
we thought he had showed his ass. I thought he had pulled it off and
we'd have some time to work up to tell her about us. I was mistaken.

"Now, do you want to tell me the big news or am I going to get a story
about yet something else?"

"Well, if you must know, Miss Clarisa, ma'am, I proposed marriage to
someone," Justin said.

"Here we go!" I thought and remembered what Antwon said about
homophobia in the Africa-American community.

"Child, you are eighteen years old. What do you know about marriage.
Proposed marriage to someone, my foot!"

"I did, I definitely did," Justin.

"He definitely did, Clarisa. I was there and I heard it."

"Well, I hope she had sense enough to remind you that you're only
eighteen and hardly ready for marriage. That Susan definitely has
sense enough to know that talk of marriage among eighteen-year-olds
is nonsense, but Bobbie? I never thought she was too swift when it
came to men. But you said she broke up with Adam. Justin, you do
not, now or later, want a woman on second bounce."

"You don't have to worry a whole lot about that, Clarisa," I said. It was
neither Susan nor Bobbie and it definitely isn't something in the near
future. I think we can be sure of that."

"And you heard him propose marriage to someone?"

"I did and I said I'd think about it," I replied.

"Fine. It's going to take a lot of thinking and a lot more than that."
Clarisa got a funny look on her face and said slowly, "And just why are
you thinking about a proposal Justin made, Mr. Marcus Alexander
Porcher?"

"Could be because he made it to me. Yeah, that's the reason, right,
Justin?"

"Right, Mr. Porcher," Justin said, and leaned over to meet my kiss.