Date: Sun, 4 Apr 2010 08:06:26 -0400
From: Sequoyah Pendor <sequoyahs.place@gmail.com>
Subject: Saga of the Elizabethton Tarheels 59

I guess Justin was still on school time. He woke me up at quarter of 7:00
with a kiss on the cheek before rushing to the bathroom to relieve
himself. I was right behind him. That done, we brushed our teeth, then gave
each other a real kiss. As his tongue invaded my mouth, I could taste
peppermint from the toothpaste, but also Justin. Once we had 'drained the
lizard,' our morning woodies had gone down, but cocks were standing at
attention again before we broke our kiss.

As we broke our kiss, Justin looked into my eyes and grinned as he asked,
"Ready for a morning romp?" his eyes sparkling.

Grinning back, I responded, "Depends just how we romp. Don't think I could
go another round like last night right now."

"How about if you were the romper and your lover was the rompee this time?"

"Think I could handle that."

Justin scooped me into his arms and carried me back to the bed, kissing me
all the way. Reaching the bed, he laid me down still kissing me. As his
kisses gradually moved down my body, he paid particular attention to my
nipples, then my belly button before licking my cock like a
lollypop. Unlike his usual practice, he did not finger my rosebud realizing
that since he was seldom inside me, our love-making last night had left me
kinda sore.

Reaching down, I placed my hands under Justin's arms and pulled him up
until his body was covering mine. As I kissed him deeply, I rolled him over
and crawled atop him. Finally, I moved down, covered his cock with my mouth
and began fingering him. Justin reached into the nightstand where he had
placed the lube and condoms (no, we did not need protection since we were
virgins when we started having sex and were definitely monogamous, but
cleanup was so much easier with them so we used them, well, most of the
time, well, some of the time) and handed me the lube. Minutes later my
lover let me know in no uncertain terms he was ready to have me inside.

It was after 8:00 when, in full afterglow, we climbed out of bed and headed
for the shower. As the hot water poured over our bodies, Justin shaved my
face -- we both still liked our lover bushy down there. He had started
giving me my morning shave some time ago and, I'll admit, there is nothing
like a shave in the shower and especially when your lover does the
deed. Lucky Justin could go without shaving or no more than a quick one
every few weeks.

We were running kinda late, so we had just finished getting dressed when
there was a knock on the door and Justin called, "Come."

As Michael walked in, a grin on his face, he said, "I am waiting until
Wednesday, very, very, very early Wednesday, for that. We did agree to get
together here before going down, didn't we?" Justin and I both nodded. The
others staggered in gradually and we were finally ready to head down for
breakfast.

Mrs. Crandall and Mrs. Metzer were in the sunroom as we entered with Daniel
and Alex right behind us. "Good morning," Mrs. Crandall said in
greeting. "Sleep well?"

"Very well," Bobbie answered while we nodded in agreement.

"No doubt you were tired from your trip down," Mrs. Crandall said.

Daniel and Alex had joined Justin and me and I was more than a bit
surprised when Daniel whispered, just loud enough for the four of us to
hear, "Some of us are tired from our nighttime activities."

As I turned bright red, I noticed Alex and Justin did as
well. Mrs. Crandall didn't make us less red and, in fact, Daniel suddenly
displayed a very red face, when she looked at the four of us and said, "I
suppose the moonlight in the garden was put to good use last evening?" Four
sheepish grins answered her. She smiled and said, "Shall we sit?" Justin
and I seated her and Mrs. Metzer while Adam and John did the honors for
Bobbie and Susan. As soon as we were seated, we were served cold, fresh
orange juice. Fortunately, the glasses were large, because we all loved it.

Conversation during breakfast was light and lively, covering a wide range
of subjects. When the final dish was removed and our coffee or tea cups
refilled, Mrs. Crandall said, "I am leaving you in the capable hands of
Mrs. Metzer today as I am going to the gallery and make sure everything is
going smoothly in mounting Mr. Nixson's exhibition. I'll join Mr. Nixson
and Mr. Everest for lunch in town. Mrs. Metzer will, of course, make any
necessary arrangements for your lunches. I'll be back for dinner with you."

As she left, Derek walked in. "Mind if I join you guys for coffee?" He may
have addressed us all, but his eyes were on Wolf.

"Of course not," Mrs. Metzer responded. "I hope you have a message from
Antwon and Sharky." She explained that Mrs. Crandall asked the two if they
were free to take us on an excursion. Derek was to bring their answer.

"I do, but the news is not as good as I sure Mrs. Crandall had hoped. All
the bookings for this week were made last year by good, repeat customers,
so they definitely have to be honored. There is a full boat for a fishing
trip for today, so full neither Captain nor I are going. Tuesday through
Friday afternoon they have an excursion to Dry Tortugas. It's a full house
also, so they can't take your guests on an excursion. That's the bad news."
I think all our faces fell a bit, especially Wolf's. "However, there is
tiny bit of good news. Sharky said we could take one of you if you don't
mind sleeping on the open deck -- where I will be. Since all of you have
been except Michael and Wolf, Antwon suggested you two flip a coin for the
place." It was obvious that was Antwon's idea, not Derek's."

Michael got an evil look on his face and said, "Great! I don't think I have
ever lost a coin toss." Wolf looked as if he might cry. "However, my babe
will be arriving tomorrow night, so I guess the only candidate for the trip
is Wolf. Sorry about that Derek."

Derek looked as if Santa Claus had just paid him a visit and said, "That's
really too bad, Michael. I'm sure you deserve the trip as much as Wolf."

"Are you sure you are sure about that?" I laughed. "Looks to me like you
think you have just hit the Powerball jackpot." Derek just grinned.

"We'll be leaving the dock at 5:30 Tuesday morning. I have to get a few
things done before we leave -- some house cleaning, laundry, that sorta
stuff. Mrs. Crandall invited me for dinner and then Wolf and I will go to
my place for the night, if that's ok with him." Wolf was wagging his head
'yes' so hard I thought it might fall off! "That way I won't have to get up
at 3:30 in order to come get Wolf and get back to the boat."

"Sounds like a winner to me," Mrs. Metzer said. Wolf's head was still
bobbing.

"Since you all have just ended the school year and I know three of you have
been working as well, this could just be a down day, if you like. There's
the beach, of course, the bike trail I know Justin and Marc have ridden. If
you like to just relax with a good book, the library really is a lovely
place for that...."

"And there is always nap time!" John exclaimed. "I have dreamed of
afternoon naps ever since I left kindergarten when nap time ended."

"So the beach, biking, library, naps, anything else?" Mrs. Metzer asked.

"Happen to have a sailboat around?" Michael asked. "Marc's teaching me to
sail and if he's willing, I'd love to get some sailing in."

"In fact there's a twenty-one foot one here as well as a nice
catamaran. There're also canoes and kayaks you can use on the river. The
sailboats are in a boathouse down near where Antwon and Sharky live, one of
the old hands can show you. If you're interested in kayaking or canoeing,
the boathouse is up the river a bit. Someone will drive you."

"I don't want to try sailing if Marc wants to do something else," Michael
said, I guess just realizing that he might seem presumptuous in assuming I
wanted to go sailing with him. "I mean, I am sure he wants to be with
Justin."

"Strange as it may seem, we are not really joined at the hip," Justin
said. "Frankly, a kayak is appealing and I know Marc would prefer to sail
and the wind looks good."

As the various activities were being discussed, Wolf was looking wistfully
at Derek and Derek was looking moonstruck himself. We were all amused at
the two. I guess Susan decided to play matchmaker because she said, "You
know, helping a friend with his household chores might be an option as
well," and winked at Wolf.

"That's what I'd like to do," Wolf said, and blushed. Derek grinned.

In the end, John and Susan decided to canoe, Justin was going kayaking, and
Bobbie and Adam headed for the beach. Derek just grabbed Wolf's hand and
headed out the door. I wondered how much house cleaning and laundry would
get done.

Before we broke up, Mrs. Metzer said she'd arrange box lunches for those of
us who were taking to the water so we would have time to enjoy it. She
offered to have one fixed for Bobbie and Adam as well, but they decided to
come back and have lunch at the house.

Ten minutes later, we were ready to head for our adventure. A driver picked
up the canoers and kayaker after they were given a stern warning from
Mrs. Mertzer about alligators and other wild dangers. Justin and I kissed
goodbye and he was off. I suggested Michael and I take bikes to the
boathouse since the bike trail was nice and all new to him. As we rode to
the boathouse, Michael asked about Antwon and Sharky and I told him about
getting to know them before and what a great couple they were. We rode in
silence for a bit then he asked, "Noticed any changes in Sissy/Wolf?"

"Other than his catching the eye of a perfectly beautiful specimen of
manhood?" I grinned.

"Well, Derek did seem to take notice of our Wolf," he laughed. "I get real
tickled when he's talking to all of us and his eyes never leave Wolf. No, I
mean changes in Wolf."

"You mean how he seems to have changed from Sissy to Wolf? Yeah, I have
noticed a change. God knows, he is and always will be effeminate. It's just
the way he's put together but, somehow or other, he has changed. Don't
quite know what words to put to it."

"For me? I guess I'd say he's still obviously effeminate, but no longer
flaming. Know what I mean?"

"Yeah," I replied. "Makes you think again about what's in a name, doesn't
it?"

"Sure does."

When we reached the boathouse, we found a beautiful twenty-one foot
boat. We stowed our lunch and motored out to where we could hoist the
sails. Michael had gotten in some sailing, but when he sailed, he was
almost always with both Justin and me and we often spent more time talking
about relationships than sailing. Today we were both determined to get in
some serious sailing instruction.

The weather was perfect. The breeze was brisk enough to provide interesting
sailing, but not so brisk that it made handling the boat
difficult. Nonetheless, after a couple hours, both Michael and I were ready
for a break. We dropped anchor and Michael grabbed a couple of cokes from
the cooler, then sighed, "I can't believe how great this place is and how
wonderful it is to be invited to share this time with you all. It's very
hard for me to believe that all of this happened because I finally got guts
enough to grab the boy -- the man -- of my dreams. I expected all kinds of
shit as a result, but I guess there has been very little compared to what
others go through, even what you and Marc have gone through. And tomorrow
night... tomorrow night it will be perfect when my babe arrives. I love
that guy so much...." I was surprised when Michael -- big, tough football
player Michael -- got all teary eyed.

"Know the feeling," I said, thinking of Justin.

We were silent, each with his own thoughts for several minutes, then
Michael said, "Marc, don't want to wreck a great day, but this is the first
time I've really had a chance to talk with you in some time. I suppose you
know what's going on in the county with your dad...."

"Michael, please don't call him my dad. I'd reserve that word for someone
who gives a shit about his son. My father doesn't. He's my biological
father and that's what I call him, father. But, no, I have no idea what
he's up to these days. Since Mom and I are no longer good campaign poster
subjects, we hear nothing from him."

"You do know he and his new wife have a baby girl."

"I'm not surprised they had a baby right away. He needs a substitute for a
gay son. I am surprised she'd dare have a daughter. Got to keep the name
going, you know," I responded. "Kinda funny. Grandfather Porcher died
before I was born and Father was an only son. Father was depending on my
fathering a ton of sons to make sure the line continues and I'm gay. Now
the new wife fails him by having a girl. Guess he'll have to try again
soon."

"Don't think so," Michael said. "Heard she made sure of that. Not a topic
I'd be interested in, but Mom got it from a nurse friend who works in a
Raleigh hospital. Seems your father almost refused to sign to allow it --
by the way, did you know husbands had to do that? Anyway, since it involved
your old man, it was the talk of the ladies from the church when they met
at our place organizing support for Senator Porcher. Guess you'll just have
to let Justin breed you," he laughed.

"Well, he has tried a few times, but I don't seem to catch," I laughed in
return, "but, anyway, what's going on with Father?"

"Nothing new in that he's working all angles but, as you know, Jacob Turner
has really caught fire and is giving Senator Porcher a run for his
money. First time since your father was elected several terms ago. 'Course
the righteous, upright, God-fearing Senator Porcher has the support of the
fundamentalist preachers of the district."

"Yeah," I responded. "Clarisa says the ministerial association is in an
uproar over the gay issue, a legal way to say they support my father, but
they are being held somewhat in check by some sensible members -- the usual
plus Rev. Freeman. The regular Baptists respect him even if they disagree,
but sensible ministers are not in charge of most of the churches in the
district, as you pointed out, nor are they members of the association."

"Damn right. My family has gone to Mud Creek True Faith church all my
life. I objected to going as soon as I thought I was old enough to get by
with it, but I wasn't. I mean, in order to keep the peace, I still
go. Anyway, ever since the prom, the preacher has made the evils of
homosexuality one of the points of Sunday's and Wednesday night's sermon --
every Sunday and Wednesday sermon. Lately he has been saying, in general
terms, members of True Faith need to be very careful how they spend their
precious vote. 'There are righteous men, God-fearing men running for office
and it's our Christian duty to vote for them just as it is their Christian
duty to protect marriage and the family by making sure so-called same-sex
marriage is forever banned from this great state. We need Christian men who
will see that the travesty of homosexuals openly dancing in our public
school does not happen again.' I suspect you have heard it all as well."

"Actually I haven't. You'll never hear such hateful words come out of
Father DeBruhl's mouth nor is that the stand of the Episcopal Church."

"Yeah, I guess not since I know you have a gay bishop somewhere."

"I'm just surprised no-one has gotten on your case. After all, you sure
made no bones -- well, maybe a couple of boners -- about your feelings for
Sandy at the prom. Someone would have had to be deaf and blind not to see
our football co-captain was gay and taken with a guy."

"Man, you don't know how close I came to shittin' my pants when I finally
headed home after prom weekend. By the time I pulled into the drive, I was
shaking like a leaf. I expected I'd get a good beating -- even at eighteen,
my dad thinks he has the right to take his belt to me -- and maybe
worse. When I walked in, he was waiting for me and I knew I would lie, I
just wasn't sure what that lie would be. He actually gave me a way out when
he greeted me with, 'Hear you been playing games at the prom. Dancing with
a boy. Even kissing him.' I was really quick on my feet and faked a smile
and said, 'Yeah, we decided we'd get a rise out of old Miss Stevens. Dad,
you should have seen the look on her face! One time wasn't enough and she
hit the floor three times at our antics. Yeah, we really did have fun
playing that game.' Now, you know that would hardly explain what went on at
the prom, but it gave me an out. Dad bought it because both he and Mom had
Miss Stevens when they were in school and hated her, but more important was
the fact that he wanted it to be true so he'd not have a queer son."

"How long do you think you can go on before he finds out?"

"Probably shortly after we get back, it will be all over. Even if he
doesn't find out about/accept my being gay, he'll likely toss me out when
he learns I'm doing joint enrollment with Elizabethton State. He has
already pitched a fit about my thinking I might go there. 'Any kid of mine
who goes to that nigger college won't stay under my roof.' Well, I could
only do joint enrollment there and I really want to finish next year. I
don't know whether his threat applies in that case or not. He did tell me
he hoped I could graduate next year and get out in the real world making
real money instead of hiding in school and sponging off of him."

Some pretty heavy talk, so we left it there, sailed pretty much in silence
for half an hour, then had only light conversation as we headed back. With
luck and good wind, we'd be back in plenty of time for a nap -- after
Justin and I had some play time. When we arrived, we took care of the boat
and headed for the house. As we walked from the boathouse, we saw Adam and
Bobbie leaving the beach headed toward the house as well.

When I got back to the suite, I was debating whether or not to take a
shower. I was pretty sweaty from my sail and I hated the feel and smell of
the sun block which covered my pale body. While I stood debating with
myself, I heard the shower. I could feel the smile on my face as I quickly
stripped out of my clothes and headed for the shower where I joined my
beautiful dark lover.

Aside from our soaping and washing each other -- and some great kisses --
we kept the playing to a minimum. "How about we save it for the bed?"
Justin said as we broke a kiss.

"Only if we forget any 'saving it' once we get in bed," I grinned. Justin
just gave me a lecherous look, grinned, turned off the water and grabbed a
towel. We soon dried each other and Justin flipped me over his shoulder and
headed for the bed, a clear indication that nap time would definitely wait
until after play time.