Chapter 11
Paul wakes early from his sleep, Tom laying close beside him, the scar from the kidney transplant surgery to Ike still very visible. He thinks back at how much there lives have changed in the last 2 months, with the surgeries success, too Ike going home to Bill with the aide of a live in nurse. Tom takes a deep breath and sighs in his sleep. "God I love you Paul." Paul whispers inaudibly; then, there is Doreen. Never in his wildest dreams before all this had taken place did he ever think of Doreen would be interested in a lesbian relationship, and with Anita, she must really be one very special lady for Dor to be interested in her. The time when he was there at the hospital helping Dor get ready to leave and Anita walked in with a dozen red roses and keys to her appt. to give to Dor, the look of excitement and happiness that flooded Dor's face was undescribable.
Paul still ponders the idea of asking to adopt the baby, Dor still hasn't made up her mind as to what she was going to do if she was going to keep it, or put it up for adoption. He wants to raise a family with Tom, but is now the right time. "hell, we haven't even been intimate since the middle of July, right before the surgery," Paul grouses quietly, but realizes that if there was a way with out severe pain for Tom, then there sex life would return to normal. "Sex... Tom... the shower, the rose pedals and candles..." the memories are all Paul needs to arise his sleeping giant. He leans back in bed and slowly strokes his manhood thinking of how wonderful it will be to have the chance to be intimate with Tom again. Paul slowly stokes his manhood and carefully not to waken Tom, looking on as he fantasizes about making love to his best friend. Paul stops, remembering there promise to each other, not to have an orgasm with out the other, rising from bed Paul goes to take a shower, a very cold shower. Paul's manhood aches with pent up desire and yearning for his partner to have even a quickie with. Tom hears a noise, turns and sees Paul standing in the doorway with a raging hard on.
"I thought I heard a noise!" Tom says as he reaches out for his lovers erection. "And good morning to you!" Paul says as he strokes Tom's manhood.
"Well... good morning, how are you feeling today?" Paul inquires of his mate.
Tom looks into his lovers eyes, with a gleam of excitement in his voice he responds, "Horny!" To punctuate this response, Tom sinks to his knees and engulfs his lovers member to the base causing shivers of ecstasy to run through out Paul's body. With a steady rhythm, Tom enjoys himself while making love to his partner. Paul shudders, and Tom knowingly accepts his reward as the torrent of pent up passion comes flowing fourth from deep within Paul.
Paul collapses back against the wall of the shower, reaches over to turn up the temperature of the water. Looking down into Tom's face while he is still holding his erection in his mouth, Paul takes his hand and tenderly pulls Tom's mouth off his extremely tender shaft, "My turn my Love!"
Tom and Paul sink to the floor and amidst the showers spray, recommit themselves to each other by the sharing of there passions for one another. Paul starts with the right ear and works his way down to Tom's chin, then down the neck and on into his forest of hair on his chest. Circling his right nipple with his tongue, slowly and oh so deliberately delaying the contact of his tongue to his nipple. Tom's breathing is deep and excited for the intense pleasure of his lovers attention that he hasn't felt in so long. Paul stops, looks up to Tom, Tom looks down to Paul, with a wicked look of teasing, Paul sticks out his tongue and flicks the tip of the nipple which sends shivers of excitement through out Tom's body. Paul gets really wicked, he takes his mouth and engulfs his lovers pec and gnaws on his nipple with his teeth which sends Tom writhing on the shower floor in total and complete abandonment of any physical pain that might happen, all for the feeling of the extreme pleasure. Paul stops with the nipple and starts the tender, tickling of his tongue in Tom's chest. Paul finds Tom's other nipple and gives his lover the same treatment as before. Tom whimpers in the mix of pain on his nipple to the pleasure of the physical contact. His own manhood is leaking a steady stream of pre-cum that is coating his pubic hairs to form a dense flat mat at the base of his engorged erection. Paul looks down and with a finger extended, touches the head of his lovers dick and brings it to his mouth for a taste. "Mmmm" Paul moans. He can't wait any longer, he leans over and engulfs his lovers erection to the core of it's base, licking around the shaft to taste all of the pre-cum that he has yearned for the last month and a half before the surgery. Slowly he pulls up to the very tip of the head and flicks his tongue ever so gently causing Tom to enter another fit of spasms. Gently taking the tip of the purple head, tenderly taking his teeth and drawing them over the eye of this wonderful one eyed monster, and moving his jaw back and fourth, twisting the tip of Tom's dick head like it was his nipple. Tom screams out in pleasure, "OH MY GOD!!!!!!" as his body starts to quake, Paul sinks down to the base of his endowment and makes like he is removing venom from a poisonous snake bite, sucking with all the gusto he can muster, the dick is half way down his throat, Tom can't hold back anymore and screams out, "AAARRRRRGHHHYYYEAAAAH!!!!!" With shots of Tom's load, load after load of rewards flowing down Paul's throat, Tom lays on the tile floor, quaking and shuddering for the wave of pleasure is so intense, that the orgasm lasts a good minute.
Tom lays on the floor of the shower, shivering with ecstasy, while Paul takes the luva and soap and bathes his lovers body. Tenderly, affectionately, lovingly, he lathers up his lover while Tom so spent just lays there unable to speak.
Paul finishes bathing Tom, turns off the water, lays towels down on the floor and dries off his lovers body. Tenderly and gently he picks up his lover and carries him to there bed, covers him up and crawls in next to him and whispers, "Morning my love!" As they drift off to sleep in each others arms.
Tom wakes to the sound of the phone ringing at 9:30 am, "Hello." Tom responds with noticeable sleep in his voice.
"I'm sorry to wake you son," Ike replies, "do you want me to call back?
"Oh, morning dad, how are you," Tom asks, "everything O.K.?"
"Fine son, just fine," Ike replies, "Bill and I were wondering what you had planned for this wonderful Labor Day that is upon us?"
Paul stirs and nudges Tom, "who you talking too?" Paul asks in a whisper.
"Nothing that I know of Dad," as he turns and looks at Paul and smiles while leaning over and gives him a kiss, "why don't you ask your son-in-law," and hands the phone over to Paul.
"Morning Dad," Paul yawns into the phone his greeting, "what's gong on?"
"Well," Ike begins, "my `WIFE' " as Ike glares at Bill, "has been nagging me to get out of the house for a bit and I thought of a Labor Day Picnic on the beach, interested?"
"A picnic on the beach?" Paul says as he looks on to Tom who is nodding with complete agreement to the idea with the attitude of a little boy. "I think we can make it, when and where do you want to meet?"
"Well," Ike begins, "why don't we pick..."
"Hold on Dad," Paul interrupts, "someone is calling."
Paul clicks over to get the other call, "Hello."
"Good Morning Doreen, how are you doing?" Paul asks. He sits there for a moment, "uh, oh! ok, well... um just a minute, Ike is on the other line, let me get right back to him and I'll be right back with you, hold on." Paul clicks over to the other line, "Hello dad, how is this picnic, strictly for men, or could Doreen and Anita join us at the beach?" Tom gives Paul a quizzical look. "Good! what time?" Paul gets all happy and almost starts bouncing on the bed. "Great! I'll let her know the plans and call you back if she wants to join us. Bye Dad!"
Tom looks over to Paul, "What gives?"
"Doreen says," Paul looks to Tom with excitement in his face, "she had made a decision about the baby, and wants us to know, because she feels we have a write to know what is going on!" Paul clicks over to the other phone line, "Hello Dor, hey, what would you say if I told you that you and Anita have been invited to a picnic with Ike, Bill, Tom and myself out on the beach, Interested?"
"Good!" Paul proclaims, "I'll call you back in about an hour when we figure out what is all going on and what we are going to do, bye bye!" Paul hangs up the phone and dances around the room being giddy as a school girl with her first kiss.
"What the hell is going on with you?" Tom asks half laughing at his lovers attitude.
Paul comes over to the side of the bed and kneels, "If she say's she is going to put the baby up for adoption, are we still interested in adopting the baby, and raising it as our own?"
Tom looks deep into Paul's eyes and with out blinking says, "Only under one condition."
Paul looks back with a look close to shock, "What?!!!"
With out blinking or batting an eye, Tom responds, "if anyone asks, YOU are the mommy!"
Paul takes Tom's chin in his hand and tenderly shakes it, and with love in his voice states, "bitch" and they kiss.
Bill sits on the edge of the Dinning Room Table, leaning over to the table with his elbows, holding up his head, one hand holds a pen and the other holds his Cigarette, Laid out in front of him is the catering section holiday issue of the daily paper, and the phone book. Ike can see his lover fighting adds and late laid plans to find a caterer to put together a picnic supper for 6. With Ike laying on the fainting couch in the parlor of their "painted Lady" on ambassador row in the city, he is half heartedly reading the financial section of the paper, looking over more often to muse at Bill's frustration, Ike begins to feel extremely sadistic in making fun of his lover. "You women, all you do is fuss over the meal and then complain if it isn't just the way you wanted it!" Ike covers his face from Bill's view to hide the smirk and restrained laughter.
"Now listen to me old fuck!" Bill retorts his lovers sadistic comment. "Up until now..." Bill snubs his cigarette in the ashtray and lights another, "... I've never heard anything against my dinner parties that I have planned," Bill stops and looks at Ike, "that is up till now!"
Ike moves the paper away to look at Bill and bursts into laughter at the sight. There Bill sits on the edge of the chair, legs crossed, both elbows on the table, one hand up in the air holding his freshly lit smoke with two fingers, and the other one holding holding the pencil that he is gnawing on.
Bill gets annoyed, "What Ikey!"
"Just look at yourself" Ike says amidst cackles of laughter, "you look like your mother when she was planning our barmitzva's!!!" Ike laughs so hard that he almost falls off the fainting couch. Bill stops and looks at how he is setting, and starts laughing to. Bill laughs so hard that he does fall off the chair he is setting on. Both men are in tears when the phone wrings.
Bill gets up and goes over to the phone, "HellOohh" he says in the mock voice his mother had and starts laughing all over again, "Paul," Bill can't stop laughing, "just a second darlink!" Bill is laughing so hard he leaves the room and Ike pulls himself off the floor and picks up the phone.
"Hello son," Ike says as he is trying to regain his composure. "We'll have to explain what was going on later, what's up Paul?" Ike starts to regain his stature.
"We are trying to get it all planned out now, we will pick up the girls and you boys at your place around 4 pm, and go to the beach then, ok?" Ike takes a deep breath and sighs, the giggles are gone, but he still feels great. "O.K. son, see ya then, love ya, bye." Ike hangs up the phone and announces, "All's clear Myrtle," to Bill calling him his mothers name. Ike goes over to the butlers pantry and retrieves the camera to make sure they have film, turns and see's Bill descending the stairway wearing one of the Halloween costumes he wore a few years ago, a floral print frock with a set of pearls that were his mothers.
Bill says in his mock mothers voice, "Well, at least I'm dressed appropriately for the occasion."
Bill turns to look at Ike, and Ike and snaps a picture of him in the outfit.
"OH... YOU BITCH!!!!" Bill screams as he rushes to Ike to try and grab the camera to destroy the film.
"Now! Now! Myrtle, posterity!" Ike jokingly states.
"Posterity my ASS!!!" Bill screams, "you ain't showing that picture to anyone in this lifetime or the next!"
"Oh, snookem's," Ike grabs his lover and pulls him close and kisses him. "you can bury me with this picture and that way I will always have a memory of this day with me for all eternity!!!"
Bill grumbles in an harmonic tone, "O.K. Ikey!!!" as he takes himself back upstairs to change his attire.
Ike follows his lover with the camera and snaps yet another shot and says, "Your slip is showing!!!"
"Bitch!!!" Is all Bill says as he goes up the stairs to change.
Ike follows his lover with his eye's and thinks, "I can't pass up this chance," and follows Bill up the stairs to there bedroom where he finds his lover struggling with the 4 tiered strand of antique pearl necklace of his mothers. Ike crawls up behind him and slowly raises his head up the dress his lover is wearing. Before Bill realizes what is going on, Ike has pulled down Bill's shorts and is feasting on his lovers ass. Bill squeals with glee as Ike's hand goes up to Bill's back and pushes him to lean over the dresser to give Ike better access to this target. Ike pulls his lovers meat down between his legs and starts to flick the head of his dick and his lovers hole, back and forth, first one, then the other, till Bill is quivering in glee. "OH MY GOD!!!!!" Bill screams as he floods Ike's face with the rewards that Ike worked so hard to obtain. As Ike is licking up the last remaining drops of his lovers load, Bill looks over to the full length mirror about ten feet from where they are standing and starts to laugh. "Now there's a picture that is worth grabbing!"
Ike pulls himself out from under the dress and looks at the mirror and starts to laugh, "Yup, at least I would have proof as to who is the bitch in this house!" Ike chuckles.
Bill turns to face Ike as he helps Ike to stand, "I am your bitch you old fart, and I love you with all my heart." They kiss.
The doorbell rings and Tom goes to answer. The arrival of Doreen and Anita at 3:30 is punctual and to the point, exactly on time with the striking of the grandfather clock in the dining room. Anita is exceptionally dressed in a cool and lightweight cotton serape, while Dor just starting to show her pregnancy decided to wear a light weight cotton dress, the color of teal sets off her long blond hair.
"Afternoon Ladies," Tom greets his guest's, "Dad and Bill will be here soon, won't you have a seat?"
Doreen gives Tom a startle when she gives him a hug, and walks into the living room. "Where's Paul, isn't he here?"
"Oh Dori," Anita say's, "be patient, I'm sure he is around."
"Here I am Dor," Paul announces as he walks out of the kitchen carrying a picnic basket and a table cloth.
Dor walks over to Paul and gives him a big hug. Still holding on to Paul's side and Looking at Tom she starts, "Guys, I would like to talk to you before Ike and Bill get here, is that o.k.?"
"Sure Dor," Paul answers, "what's going on?" Paul sits down as he steals a glimpse of Tom and they share a grin only lovers would understand with unspoken words.
"Well," Doreen starts walking around the room a bit nervously as she tries to figure out the right words to say. "Anita and myself have been talking about the reality that we are all involved with, more than anything the truth of my pregnancy and what I was going to do when the baby was born..." Doreen gets very nervous as she paces back and fourth like she is trying to convince herself as much as she is telling Tom and Paul their decision about the situation that is at hand.
"Hey Dor," Tom says, "it's ok, just spill it, you're among friends."
Doreen stops and looks at Tom and see's his look of complete honesty in his face, and realizes that what ever she says will be excepted. "Alright, here it goes, Tom, Paul, Anita and I feel that if I kept this baby it would be a constant reminder of how I tried so desperately to trap you into marriage, so..." Doreen takes a long breath and exhales her answer out, "...I've decide to put the baby up for adoption, and was wondering of you two guys knew of a good home that might be interested in a mixed race child?" Doreen stands there by the book case in the living room, face contorted like what she just said would either bring on roars of laughter, or howls of condemnation towards her.
"Well Dor," Tom replies, "I can't say that I didn't see this coming, in fact, we both pretty much expected you to do this, and yes, we do know of a good couple that would be interested in adopting that baby."
Doreen squeals "Really? WHO?"
Tom walks over to where Paul is sitting, takes his hand and Paul stands. In harmony they look at each other and say, "We do!"
With the sun setting in the west, the camp fire burning in front of the 3 couples while they sip champaign, they all giggle about the events of the day as told to them by Ike, all that is except Bill, who looks like he is about ready to kill Ike.
"I'd love to have a picture of that, Bill in a full beard wearing a dress and his mothers pearls!" Tom giggles.
"Well..." Ike slyly starts.
"Don't you fucking dare Isaiah!" Bill proclaims.
"Oh... settle down Myrtle." Ike secumbs to his lovers demands. "Besides," Ike continues, "it really is something that you would have had to have been there to really appreciate the grace of Bill at the dining room table." As Ike gives Bill a poke in the ribs and he starts to giggle.
"I'm ready for a walk." Tom states as looking at Paul. "You really should get some exercise in your delicate condition `Mommy'!"
"I'm gonna get you for that!" Paul squeals as he starts chasing Tom down the beach into the darkness of the evening sky.
"Well," Ike starts, "that sounds like a winner, my fair lady Doreen, would you like to join me for a walk?"
Bill turns to Ike with the look of what the hell you up to? Ike ignores him.
"Why my dear sweet sir," Doreen answers in her bad southern bell wanna be drawl, "I'd be most pleasured by your gentlemanly company."
As the two arise and walk off into he darkness, Bill and Anita are left at the fire. A bit of uneasiness is around them. Bill finally breaks the ice, "Well, how do you like that?"
"Really," Anita answers.
" I always wondered what type of person Ike would want the company of over mine," Bill starts in his campy flaming tone of voice, "but never in my wildest dreams did I think it would be a pregnant woman more than a man!"
Both Anita and Bill laugh and open up to each other. "I'd like to ask you something Anita." Bill controls his laughter a bit.
"Well of course my dear sir," Anita replies, "you may ask anything.
"With the little story about the Pearls of my mothers earlier," Bill starts, "I would like to know what you think about that type of jewelry. Would you or Doreen wear anything like that?"
"Well," Anita answers the best that she can, " I suppose that some day we will have some nice things like that." Anita felt that something was coming up, but would not dare lead the conversation in the direction that she felt it was going.
"For years," Bill starts, "I've kept that stuff in her box on my dresser and never did anything with it except use it for collateral, I'd like to give it to you if you would get some use out of it?"
Anita could feel the compassion and genuine desire to give of himself to two people he trusted. "Your mothers Jewelry, Oh, my, I couldn't." Anita replies earnestly in deep empathy of the feeling of a great gift that is being offered. "Your mothers Jewelry is sacred to memories of your childhood!"
Bill shudders with those words. "My mother was a bitch!" Bill indignantly states the truth of his memories. "She bled my father dry because she had to have all that her mother had and more in jewelry." Bill looks into the fire staring back at his memories of his childhood. "The only reason I kept the jewelry was because it all is so valuable on the open market. And..." Bill takes a breath and continues his story, "... at one time we were very short on cash and we had to take a loan out against the jewelry to make the payments on the house on Ambassador Row." Bill looks back into his glass of Champaign and finishes it off in one gulp. "I wanted to sell the junk, and get it out of our house, but Ike wouldn't hear of it." Bill pours himself another glass and looks back into the fire. "He always said that you never know when the time would come that you may want to give the pieces to someone." Bill stops and looks at Anita who has a tear rolling down her cheek. "And that someone is you and Dor, are you interested in some cool ice that is tax free?" Bill smirks with his left corner of his mouth turned up while looking at Anita.
Anita looks back at him seeing the genuine attempt at friendship coming from this sweet man. "We would be honored to accept your offer!" As she sniffles back another tear and leans over to give Bill a kiss on the cheek.
A voice rings out from the darkness behind them. "Boy!" Ike breaks the silence, "I can't leave you alone for a minute with out someone kissing you! Better watch it, or I may get jealous!" As he leans over to Bill for support to sit down and gives his lover a kiss on the lips.
Dor strolls over to Anita and puts out her hand, "Wanna join me sexy mamma?"
"Ewe baby!" As Anita giggles, takes Dor's hand and they walk off into the darkness.
"So..." Bill breaks the silence as he pours one last glass of champaign for Ike, "what was that all about?"
Ike looks off into the surf over the fire and looks over to Bill. "Oh, just talking about a special gift for two special ladies." As Ike takes a sip from his glass, "and you, what did you two talk about?"
"Well," Bill sheepishly admits, with a smile. "A special gift for two special ladies!"
Ike looks at Bill and smiles, "I love you Bitch!"
Bill looks back at Ike, "I love you too old fart!"
They kiss, they embrace, they stare off into the Pacific over the lulling fire.
Tom and Paul laying in the sand holding each other close, with their clothes going off into the distance as a trail of bread crumbs so the children can find their way home. Tom leans up on one elbow so he can look into Lover's eyes. "So," Tom starts, "don't you think we should be picking out names?"
Paul looks into Tom's eyes and thinks for a moment, "If it is a boy, we both know the name he will have, and if it is a girl...?" Paul's thoughts drift off into the stars.
"Well? If it is a Girl what?" Tom anxiously awaits his lover to finish the thought.
"Don't worry, I'm pretty sure it is a boy." Paul says as he has inside news of the sex of the child. The two men lay there, watching the stars, naked on the beach, in there full glorious beauty, with out a care in the world.