Date: Sat, 27 Feb 2010 14:54:42 -0500
From: Sequoyah Pendor <sequoyahs.place@gmail.com>
Subject: Saga of the Elizabethton Tarheels, Chapter 58

Saga of the Elizabethton Tarheels
Chapter Fifty-eight
Previous warnings apply
Chapter 59 will be posted on or before March 10
Contact Sequoayah at sequoyahs.place@gmail.com

Chapter Forty Eight

We all headed for our suites. For those of us who had been guests at La
Casa before, they seemed to be ours in a very special way. As we reached
our floor, John said, "I see no reason to add to our travel. Let's get room
assignments remade. I mean, you know we are going to sooner or later. You
with me in sharing with a lady, Adam?"

"Don't think I have any choice," Adam laughed. "Don't think Miss Reed will
kick my ass out this time."

Bobbie said, "Don't be too sure, Buster. I'll have to think about it."
Adam's face fell. "I've thought about it," she said as she grabbed him by
his crotch. "Come with me."

"I'd be delighted to come with you," Adam grinned. Bobbie blushed as she
bent to grab her case without releasing Adam, and the two walked into the
suite across from ours which had only one bedroom.

"You guys sort out who's where," Justin said. "We don't need to," he added
as he led me into our old suite.

Several minutes later, we were engaged in a passionate kiss when there was
a knock on the door and Michael walked in. "Oops, sorry guys, but wanted to
say I'll share the room with Sissy...."

"Suspect we all better get used to the new name," I said. "Mrs. Crandall
will not tolerate 'Sissy.'"

"...Wolf, then, until Sandy arrives, then would you mind our having the
other bedroom of your suite? John says it's larger and has a king-sized
bed. The other room in John's suite has single beds and..." Michael
actually blushed!

"When Sandy arrives, you plan to sleep with him?" Justin surmised, but it
was more a statement than a question, as suggested by his crooked smile and
raised eyebrow.

"Well," Michael replied, a huge smile on his face, "not sure how much
sleeping we'll do, but we'll definitely be in the same bed!"

"Sure, no problem. You and Wolf can share now if you like."

"Think I'll stay down the hall until Sandy arrives. Thanks, guys."

"You're welcome," I replied.

As soon as the door closed behind Michael, I was, again, in Justin's arms,
our lips pressed together, mouths open, tongues tasting the sweetness of
our lover. When we finally broke the kiss, we were both rock-hard. "We have
less than forty-five minutes. Don't think that's long enough to
re-introduce ourselves to where we first had sex," I reminded my dark
beauty.

"Yeah. Our first time back here has to be very special."

We did have time for a quick shower, so quick that we were still at full
mast when we emerged. "I hope that thing goes down before we get to the sun
room," Justin laughed, flipping my hard cock with his hand. That did the
trick, so I returned the favor.

When we gathered in the hall to go down, I saw John had given Michael and
Wolf the word and they, too, had exchanged shorts and tees for smart khakis
and polo shirts, open at the throat. Bobbie and Susan were dressed
similarly in khaki skirts and shirts like ours.

"Kinda preppy looking bunch," Michael said.

"When you're among class, you have to have class," Wolf said. I also
noticed his usual extreme earrings had been replaced by small, plain gold
loops.

"Well, let's be on our way. There is NO fashionably late at La Casa," I
reminded the Clan. We went down and found Mrs. Metzer and Mrs. Crandall
were waiting.

Shortly after we arrived, the others who had been on the plane with us
arrived. Mrs. Crandall said, "Those of you who came down together, of
course, know each other, but we have other guests. There is, of course,
Dr. Macon, father of Dr. Macon." The elder Dr. Macon -- a very
distinguished man with white hair and beard -- gave us a sweeping bow. He
was not an exact older version of our Dr. Macon -- Alex -- but obviously a
close relation. "And Dr. Macon's fiance, Mr. Daniel Running Wolf," she
said, indicating a dark, handsome man.

"Greetings," Mr. Running Wolf smiled and said, "Good to meet you all and I
am especially anxious to meet the young man who, I have been told, shares
blood with me," as he nodded to Justin.

Just as he finished speaking, Antwon and Sharky arrived with another young
man slightly behind them. An African-American, he looked like someone's
idea of the perfect male body sculpted out of smooth milk chocolate. As the
three walked in, Mrs. Crandall said, "Ah, Derek, glad you could make it."

The tall young man stepped forward, gave her a huge smile and said, "Thank
you for inviting me."

"Everyone, this is Derek Wilson, friend and employee of Antwon and
Sharky. Mavis is ready to serve drinks so why don't we get what we want and
mingle with our new friends?" Mrs. Crandall then linked arms with Justin
and me, and headed toward the bar. "You two," she smiled, "are obviously
still very much in love," and kissed each of us on the cheek.

"Very much," Justin said, smiling at her.

"And La Casa, and especially the garden, means so much to us," I said,
"because it was here that we first admitted we were in love with each
other."

"In the garden under a full moon, I seem to recall."

"You recall correctly," Justin smiled.

"Well, try as hard I might, I wasn't able to change the phases of the
moon," Mrs. Crandall laughed, "but nature cooperated anyway, almost. The
moon is waning, but is still ninety-plus percent full and will be beautiful
when you lovers are ready for the garden this evening."

We continued talking as we approached the bar, got our drinks and walked
toward the terrace. Mrs. Crandall was especially interested in Sandy and
Michael. She was pleased to learn Sandy would be coming down as soon as he
finished finals. Told that Michael was still very much in the closet so far
as his family was concerned and that, should he be outted, they might well
disown him, she said, "It is so terrible that some parents treat their
children so meanly because of who they love. Marc, you are very fortunate
that your mother is so supportive. Well, and my friend Clarisa as well and,
lest it should be forgotten, I hope you, Justin, know your mother-in-law or
mother-in-law-to-be adores you, as does Clarisa. Both think Marc is a very
lucky man."

"Marc agrees, wholeheartedly," I said.

"No more lucky than I am. No-one is luckier than I because Marc loves me
ALMOST as much as I love him," Justin said, his beautiful, dark eyes
sparkling.

 As Antwon and Sharky, followed by Derek, joined us on the terrace, Antwon
said, "Hello, again. Derek, this is Marc Porcher and Justin Smith. The two
are practically friends from birth who, here at La Casa, finally admitted
to each other they were in love."

"And Antwon and Sharky were like big brothers to us as we discovered what
that meant," I said as we shook hands. "So you work for these two?"

"Well, they think so. For me, it's not really work. I came down spring
break with my brother who is in college. He was doing the usual girls, beer
and beach, but after I met these two, I hung with them and helped as much
as I could. Before I left, we talked about my coming down and working with
them this summer. Won't make any money, but I will earn my keep and that's
fine since college is pretty much taken care of." As he talked I noticed
his eyes kept wandering in the same direction. Finally he just stopped
speaking and asked, "Anyone want to introduce me to the brother I see over
there?"

"Sure, come with me," I said. "Excuse us," I added as I grabbed Derek's
hand and led him over to Sissy, now called Wolf, and introduced them. As
Justin and I continued to mingle, I noticed Wolf and Derek were pretty much
just 'mingling' with each other for the fifteen or twenty minutes before
Mrs. Metzer announced supper. It looked to me like love at first sight, but
what did I know.

After a delightful meal, Mrs. Crandall said, "Coffee and tea will be served
in the library." We continued getting to know the people we had just met as
we adjourned to the library and after half an hour, Mrs. Crandall said, "I
am sure some of us will linger over our coffee, but it is a beautiful
moonlit night. For those who care for a walk on the beach or in the garden,
feel free. We will gather for breakfast at 8:30 and decide what you would
like to do tomorrow." With the exception of Alex and Daniel, the party
pretty much divided along age lines. Daniel and Alex joined the younger
crowd as we headed down the steps to the beach and garden. At the foot of
the steps, Justin said, "Look, you all have a whole beach and garden EXCEPT
a special bench which I claim for Marc and me. Give it a wide berth, if you
please."

"Especially if you're not interested in seeing more of those two than you
are interested in seeing!" Bobbie laughed.

"Well, get it out of your system," Michael said and actually blushed. "I
plan on having Sandy on that bench Wednesday night!"

The group drifted toward the beach except Alex and Daniel joined me and my
love. "From what you two and Mrs. Crandall have said, the garden must be
magic for lovers," Alex said. "Mind if Daniel and I share it with you?"

"Not at all," I said, "and it was and, I suspect, is a magic place for us."

"We'll be happy to share the garden with you two lovers, but you might stay
clear of our special bench," Justin laughed. "We've advanced a bit from
hesitant kisses like those we first shared on that bench."

As we walked toward the garden, Daniel said, "Justin, I do want some time
with you this week. I am curious about your Native American heritage."

"So am I," Justin said, "we'll definitely make time for a talk."

"OK," Alex said as we approached the entrance to the garden, "where is this
special bench so we can avoid it? Any place where we might stake our
claim?"

"Our bench is under that tree there," Justin said, pointing to a tree
several yards away. The bench under the tree was well shielded by the
shrubs and flowers between it and the garden entrance. "There's another
great place for moon watching under a vine-covered arch just off the walk
in that direction," he added, pointing toward a walk leading in the
opposite direction. "It has good view of the moon, but is shielded as
well." The two thanked us and, hand-in-hand, walked away.

As they headed down the path, Justin and I turned and walked toward the
tree and the bench where he had first kissed me, thus opening the world we
both had dreamed of and longed for but never expected to see, a world in
which we were lovers. When we arrived at the bench, we sat down, wrapped
our arms about each other and kissed softly. We then sat, holding hands, my
head leaning on Justin's shoulder and watched the moon climb. We sat in
silence, lost in the love which surrounded us. Several minutes passed then
Justin kissed me gently as he had done when we first sat on the garden
bench, but this time I immediately melted into his embrace and returned his
kiss.

As our kisses continued, they gradually became less tender and more
passionate. I slid my hands under Justin's shirt and up his back, feeling
his hard body. Soon I slipped his shirt over his head and, while my hands
continued to explore his back, my lips and tongue made love to his chest,
tasting his body, sucking his nipples and relishing the man scent of
Justin's armpits. My cock was rock-hard, dripping precum as I reached for
Justin's belt and stripped it from his chinos before unsnapping and
unzipping them. I mouthed his hard manhood through the boxer briefs he, and
I, had recently started wearing some of the time. Then, looking up into his
eyes, I slipped my hands beneath his ass cheeks, and lifted
slightly. Justin understood and raised his body so I could slip chinos and
boxer-briefs down his legs, revealing his hard, beautiful cock, which I
quickly covered with a hungry mouth. As I savored the taste of my beautiful
dark lover, Justin groaned, his hands gripping my hair. Freeing his
manhood, I looked into his eyes and said, "Tehila,* I want you inside me."

"Lord of my Heart, are you...?"

"Don't. Don't you dare ask that! Just do it."

"Babe," I could almost see Justin's embarrassment, "we're not exactly
prepared. I'll hurt..." Before he could say more, I covered his mouth with
a finger while I reached into my chinos and withdrew two small packets of
lube and a couple of condoms and with a huge smile, handed them to
him. Justin took them, kicked his pants and boxer briefs off his legs, then
quickly stripped my pants and underwear from my body. We stood, naked, in
the Florida moonlight, our tongues doing battle, our arms pulling our
bodies together as if we could meld them into one. Soon we used our bench
in a new way as Justin entered me, filling that special place inside which
belongs to him alone.

He hit my sweet spot again and again as his hand stroked my man's tool in
time with his trusts into me. While we made love, we used the bench in some
very creative and, I am sure, original ways. Finally, I was sitting on his
legs, facing my man, my legs locked around his waist. He continued to
stroke my cock as he thrust into me. I realized I was approaching the point
of no return when he gripped me tightly, pushing himself deep inside. As he
held me his body shuddered as he emptied his man's seed into me. When he
exploded, he bit into my shoulder to muffle what would have been a great
Justin shout. As he did, I felt my own body tense and covered our chests
with the hot lava of my sperm. Briefly the Florida sky was full of
fireworks before I blacked out.

When I was again in this world, Justin smiled and leaned forward and gave
me a butterfly kiss. Other soft kisses followed until Justin slipped from
me, leaving me feeling warm, loved, but also with an emptiness where he had
been moments before. Realizing his legs must be uncomfortable bearing my
weight, I moved and lay down on the bench, pulling his body atop mine. His
bare body and our kisses, which were becoming more and more passionate,
soon made his manhood hard again and it was pressing against my own
hardness. "Seems like Marc Junior wants to play too," Justin laughed.

"Think he would be happy to let Mr. Smith play again," I said as I pulled
Justin's lips to mine and invaded his sweet mouth with my tongue.

"But...."

"No arguing, babe, I want you inside me again!" I got my wish.

After we had time to recover again, we took each other in our hot mouths
and made love again, the third time in our special garden.

Sated, at least for the present, we dressed and, arm-in-arm, started
walking toward the steps to the terrace. As we reached the garden gate, I
heard Alex say, "Lovers, hold up a minute." When he and Daniel joined us,
he laughed and said, "I guess you two have been playing Adam and Adam in
the garden." When we turned to him, puzzled, he grinned and said, "Don't
try to tell us you kept your clothes on." Daniel was laughing as
well. "Check each other out. I am pretty sure you have exchanged shirts and
I know yours, Justin, was right side out when we came out." Justin and I
both blushed. I suspect we turned so red Alex and Daniel could see our
blush in the moonlight. After we got our shirts straight, both couples
walked arm-in-arm toward the house. I guess if the other couple had looked
carefully, they would have known not only that we had our clothes off, but
why, as I am sure my walk back was different from the walk to the garden!

Shortly after we reached our room, there was a knock on the door and Adam
poked his head in and said, "We're back. Picked up some chips and stuff on
the way up. John and Susan grabbed drinks. Want to join us?"

"Since we have the suite with the large sitting room, maybe you'd like to
get together here?" I asked.

"Told you they'd ask us in," Adam called to the gang standing in the hall,
waiting.

I wasn't too surprised when Wolf walked in holding Derek's hand. "See you
have tamed a wolf," Justin joked as the two sat, very close, on the floor.

"Hope he's not too tame," Derek smiled at Wolf.

"Not likely!" Bobbie and I said together.

"So, Derek, what's the story of your being down here working with Antwon
and Sharky?" Justin asked. "And down here from where?"

"Short answer? Down here from Norfolk to hang out with these two guys and
do enough work to pay for my keep. Long answer? My older brother is a
student at James Madison University in Harrisonburg on a basketball
scholarship. I had hoped to do the same, but I'm just not that good at
basketball. I sure needed a scholarship, so I jumped at a swimming
scholarship at Old Dominion in Norfolk. That and academic scholarships I
managed to get, gives me a free ride after I pay for room, board and books.

"Dad has an aunt who has lived in Norfolk since her sailor husband retired
from the Navy and chose to remain in that part of the world. She is pushing
ninety real hard and has lived alone since her husband died fifteen years
ago. She fell three years ago and her children, who are all scattered
across the US with the one living closest in DC, met and decided she would
have to move to a retirement place. She absolutely refused, so they agreed
that if she would get one of those emergency necklaces which alerts a call
center when you push a button AND find someone to live with her, they would
allow it.

"She found a lady to move in with her for very little beyond room and
board. The two got along beautifully, but the lady broke a hip winter
before last and still hasn't fully recovered. After a couple others tried
to take advantage of her, she was pretty sure she was going to have to give
up her house and move to a retirement village. Then, at summer before
last's family reunion, I saw her sitting alone while everyone else visited,
ignoring her. I walked over and introduced myself. She asked all sorts of
questions: who my parents and grandparents were; had I graduated high
school; where was I going to college; what did I want to do after college;
etc. We talked for over an hour before I realized she had never asked about
girlfriends, usually the first question out of relatives' mouths. She put
me on my ass when she finally said, 'Got a steady boyfriend or do you just
fuck around?' I may be of the darker persuasion but, I can tell you, my red
face would have been clearly visible from the moon!

"'Well, Auntie,' I finally managed to get out, 'neither.'

"'Man as good looking as you and no boyfriend. What's the problem?'

"'I think it's called homophobia,' I responded. 'I have heard my dad rant
and rave about candy-assed fags taking over and what should be done about
it, enough to know to keep my mouth shut. Even if he approved, I'd still
have to deal with the prejudice and hatred in our small town and especially
in our African-American community. Thanks, I just as soon pass on that.'

"She smiled at me and said, 'Well, not to worry about me. Anyway, I hear
you have a problem and I have a problem. You need money for room, board and
books and I need someone in the house. Think we might be able to live under
the same roof?' I guess I looked puzzled because she said, 'Look, it's this
way: my kids are raising holy hell if I am alone and I can't seem to find
someone to stay with me without it costing an arm and a leg. Would you like
to look over my place and see if maybe we could come to some agreement
which would help both of us?' After the reunion weekend, I flew back to
Norfolk with her.

"She lives in a huge, old Victorian house. It has been well cared for and
is beautiful. Her bedroom with a bath and a sitting room opening on to a
screened porch is downstairs. After she had showed it and the rest of the
downstairs to me, she said, 'Think I might be good for one trip upstairs,
but don't expect to see me up there again. My old knees aren't up to the
climb.' I laughed at her and swept her ninety-pounds-max frame into my arms
and carried her up the wide staircase.

"I set her on her feet and she walked to the end of the hall and opened a
door. 'This opens onto the screened balcony on the front of the house and
extends along both sides. One bedroom on each side also opens onto
it. Imagine you'll want to use one as your bedroom and the other as your
study. You will be studying won't you?' She gave me a look which clearly
said, 'You damn well better!' The two rooms she had talked about are on the
front of the house.

"'Originally the back bedrooms were connected to the front by a bathroom,
but the one I chose as my bedroom has been renovated and the smaller back
bedroom has been incorporated into a huge bathroom and two walk-in
closets.' She told me the modification had been at the insistence of her
two daughters. They wanted closets rather than separate bedrooms. 'Jason
and Jackson, my twin boys had the other front room and Paul had the
back. Anyway, the upstairs is yours, so use what you want as you want. I
won't be checking. Beth Ann comes to clean every other week and I'll see
about her coming every week, but I expect you to keep the place decent,
help around the house and let me know where you are. You have a cell phone?
Every young person seems to have one.'

"I told her I didn't have one since I didn't find chatting on the phone a
very worthwhile pastime.

"'Well, we'll have to get you one because you will be the first those
emergency people will call. I don't want you thinking you are completely
tied down here. So what do you think?'

"'I think it's great.'

"'We got a deal?'

"'We got a deal.'

"I figured transportation would be a problem, but she even had that
solved. She had stopped driving a couple years previously, but she didn't
give up easily and had purchased a brand new, loaded Chrysler Sebring
convertible a couple years before she hung up her keys. 'I had a
late-blooming midlife crisis,' she said shrugging her shoulders when I
looked stunned when she showed it to me. 'Take care of it and treat it like
your own,' she added, handing me the keys.

"'Long story but, to finish it, last spring, my brother Deangelo's and my
spring break happened to coincide. He called and wanted to know if I'd like
to join him in Key West. He had won some kind of giveaway at a baseball
banquet -- sneaky way for alumni to slip players a little extra -- and had
a free week and flight down. Auntie had a granddaughter who wanted to do
some research in Newport News and agreed to spend the week at her place and
we came down. When he got here, Deangelo quickly found the girls, the beer
and all, but it all left me cold. I was walking along a pier at the marina,
spotted Antwon and struck up a conversation and the long and the short of
it is that he and Sharky invited me down for the summer. Didn't think it
was possible, but Auntie had kids and grandkids who were spending time with
her and I was free for a month. So here I am!"

We all talked about Derek's story and about our own until shortly after
midnight, then everyone went to their beds. Before Justin and I took to
ours, we spent some time in the Jacuzzi which felt very good to someone's
ass.


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