It seems that a small group of businesses grow up around every high school in the country. They don't compete: there's one of each: THE candy store, THE dry goods store, THE shoe store, and of course, THE ice cream parlor. How many first dates, break ups, promises to go steady, promises to see each other after graduation, birthday parties, and so forth, have happened at these institutions? For Davey's school, that place was taken by Friedrich's, or as everyone called it, "Twirlies," because of the way the proprietor (no one knew if his FIRST name was Friedrich, or if he was Herr Friedrich), finished each sundae. He was the second Friedrich to run the place: his father had run it until he retired. For years, his wife Greta had waited on the tables there, until her arches, as she put it "fell further than London Bridge." Now, she stayed at home, tending the three cherry trees that supplied the fruit for their homemade cherry vanilla ice cream. You wouldn't find things like kiwi banana swirl here, but there was good homemade vanilla, very dense chocolate, all the other classical flavors as fruits came into season, and the soda fountain specialties: malteds, milkshakes, and davey's favorite: root beer floats. As he walked over to Twirlies for his meeting with Otto, he remembered fondly all those floats. He had sat at the big table with his team, at a smaller table with... her, and so many other times. His choice was ALWAYS the root beer float.
It wasn't very busy when he walked in, and Friedrich looked up. "Hey Mr. Friedrich. You remember me?" The proprietor smled. "DAVEY CANNON. OH I WAS SO WISHING I'D GET TO SEE YOU AGAIN. " He came out from behind the counter and hugged davey. "You know, in all the years of working this place, you meet a lot of people: the good ones, the bad ones, and the truly good ones. Davey, you were always one of the REALLY good ones.
"How so, Mr. Friedrich? I'm serious. I'm trying to learn how to teach kids how to be decent, and hearing you say that, well, what did I do?" "Well, first of all, you ALWAYS said thank you, and you always said please when you wanted more cherry syrup in your float." Davey smiled "You remember." Friedrich shook his head. 'OH JA. Greta and I always thought we'd have to plant another cherry tree to keep up with you, young man. Also, you know, ALL the waitresses were head over heels for you." "Oh, I didn't know that Sir. REALLY? ME?" "Davey, you were always the cutest one, the sweetest one, who could resist you? EVEN MY WIFE!!!! She would ask if we could adopt you." Davey laughed. "You know, I have a son now too. " Friedrich looked surprised "NO. REALLY ? Have you pictures?" Davey smiled. "I have better MIKE!" Mike looked up from the corner where he was trying to be inconspicuous. "See this beautiful blond boy? He's my husband's son, so I guess I'm his step dad." "NO, you're my DAD!" Mike threw his arm around davey. "Hi Mr. Friedrich. I'm sorry, I should have told you. Yeah, Davey is one of my dads. And he's the BEST dad in the world. Maybe even a little better than Dad Richard." Davey tried not to laugh, and put his finger to his lip.
"OH, yes, Richard Harris. You and he are married now, ja? Congratulations. I have to say, when this marriage stuff started, I wasn't happy about it, but if two wonderful guys like you wind up together, well... I'm not going to argue mit Gott!" He turned around for a minute. He had a wall of photos behind the counter, and he looked around. AH. YES. I almost sent this to the newspaper when you boys tied the knot." He took out a picture of Davey and his team, with Davey sitting front and center, in a tight, dark red t shirt. Behind him at another table, sitting alone, was Richard. He looked up when the photo was taken. Davey smiled, and got a little teary. "That shirt he's wearing. You know, he still has it. Doesn't fit as well, but he has it. He told me that it was the one thing that made him feel sexy. " Mike put his hand back around Davey's shoulder. "You know, davey dad, you haven't changed very much from that picture, but Richard dad has. He's happy now. You see how sad he looks in that photo? ?" He squeezed Davey's shoulder. "He wanted to be sitting with you so badly, and he knew he couldn't. " He paused. "I'm so glad you married him." Davey looked at Mr. Friedrich. "Can I ask you for a favor Sir? Can I bring this photo home? I'll bring it back, and I'll drag our whole family in to get a shot of all of us: Mike, Mikes special friend Paul, the house crew and the dads."
"OOOH, that would be so great. Maybe I could even call the local paper to do a story on a family that was made here. " "I'll talk to Richard about it, Sir. I don't want to commit him to that. But I think he will." He saw the door open and Otto come in. "Mike, let us be now. Let's have a short shopping trip afterward. I have an idea."
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"HEY OTTO. Thanks for coming. I have a table over here, in the corner. It's quiet. Come join me." Otto had a look of fear, and anger, and confusion. Davey couldn't know that he had never been in this place: there was never any money for things like this. He came over, and when davey tried to shake his hand, he really didn't know what to do. "So, Otto, my preferred concoction, for over 20 years, is a root beer float. But you can have anything you want. This is on me, so live a little. Enjoy yourself. Get the whipped cream, get the syrup, get anything you want." "I really don't know what I like Coach. I don't get out a lot." He turned around to Friedrich. "Hey, Mr. Friedrich, what do you think a first timer should have? " He smiled. "Ja ja. I know what it should be. Just gimme a minute. "
Davey turned to Otto "if you don't like it, just say so, and we'll get something else. " Otto looked down, and then davey spoke. "Now, Otto, let me get some of the formal stuff out of the way. First, I spoke to the wrestling coach, and if you want to be back on the team, you're on." Otto looked up for the first time. REALLY? I can go back to wrestling?" "Yes, AFTER your shoulder is in good shape." Otto frowned. "We can't afford a doctor." And again, Jamie spoke. "My husband is going to talk to your folks. The way he and I look at it, it's our fault, so we're going to pay for all the bills. " Again, Otto looked up. "YOUR fault? But you didn't do it?" Davey smiled, as the ice cream came over. "Dig in Otto. It's good cold, and a little melty, but not as a mess.' "We feel that, in a way, we did. I shouldn't have challenged you that hard at the meeting. That was wrong. " Otto muttered "fucking faggot took my dad's job." "Sorry Otto, what happened. Your dad lost a job to a gay man. Otto's face got red. 'YEAH, HE DID. My dad was sick for a few days, and when he went back to work, they told him he had been replaced. BY A FUCKING FAGGOT." Davey put his finger on his lip. "I can hear you Otto. What did your father do?" "What DOES he do, Coach. He landscapes. He digs ditches, plants, that kind of stuff. Nothing fancy, but he gets it done." Davey sighed. "Look, I don't think I can find a landscape job, but until he gets a new one, do you think he would work at Richard's restaurant? They always need people. "I'll ask him, but don't hold your breath." "Understood Otto. Mostly though, I want to make sure that you're ok. You're back on the team - oh, and Paul isn't going back to the team. We found something else for him to do, so you don't have to worry about him sneaking up on you. And we're going to pay for the shoulder. So what I want to know - and I want you to be honest - what do you need that you're not getting? What can we do to help you? I'm asking because, to be honest, I think you could give a shit less about what Richard and I do in bed. In fact, I'm sure you knew. You just wanted someone to notice you. I'm noticing you. I want to do something. What can I do?
Otto took a spoon of his ice cream and smiled. "This is GOOD Coach," and davey smiled. "I have a second straw if you want to try mine." Otto took a sip. "OOOOH. The bubbles. " Davey smiled. "you get used to them. " "I'm, I'm trying to answer your question Coach. I don't think I have an answer. "
Davey rested his head in his hands. "Well, I have an interim suggestion. How about this. Let's shake hands, and agree to be friends. Friends call on each other when they need something, when they want to just talk, anything. You do it for me, and I'll do it for you. Deal?" Davey saw Otto's eyes light up. "He just needs friends. And God knows what kind of home life he has." "DEAL Coach!" Davey smiled. "Now THAT's the spirit. You know, I wish I had gotten here before you went for wrestling. I don't think you'd like running, but you'd make one hell of a shot putter. " They made general chat for the rest of the afternoon, and then Otto had to head home to help his mom with chores. As they stood up, Davey offered his hand again. "I'm so glad we did this Otto. Making a new friend is better than winning a lottery." Otto was shaking when he shook Davey's hand. He looked uncertain. Davey whispered. "it's ok. Go ahead," and Otto embraced him. "GEEZ, you ARE a wrestler Otto," davey laughed. "THANK YOU COACH. THANK YOU.' "One thing Otto. Friends don't use titled. If I'm your friend, I'm Davey, ok? We're Otto and Davey from now on. " Otto smiled. "GOT IT. I'll see you at school Davey."
Davey went up to the front to pay the check. Mike came over to join him. "All was good?" Friedrich asked. "Oh, I missed those floats . I need to come back more." "Ja, ja. You do. You're as thin as a reed." Mike came over. "Ready to go Dad?" "No, one last thing. Look at the flavors. Which one do you think Richard would like the most?" They settled on caramel ripple and got a pint of it. "Don't tell Carla, Mike. Now, you have as dirty a mind as I do, so you'll figure out what I'm doing. "Let's go shopping. I need to get a couple of shirts. One for Richard and one for me." Mike smiled. "I hope you don't need your handcuffs." Davey reddened. "I didn't hear that."
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Richard was the last one home that day. "HELLO ALL. Everyone good." "OH hi Richard" Carla came out smiling. "I just have to finish the salad, and then we can eat. But... well, davey asked for a little delay. "He did? Hmmmm... " He walked into the bedroom, and he saw, on the bed, the picture from the ice cream parlor. He picked it up and smiled. "Yeah, there was davey. And there was he. Right behind in the corner. But what was this? Was it? Yes, it was the same shirt he was wearing in the picture, but cut to fit him now. Davey came out from the bathroom, in the faded jeans and tight red t shirt of the picture. He had his thumbs hitched through his belt loops. "Hi Richie. You wanna come and join me for something sweet?" He walked over, and offered Richard his lips and mouth. Richard was tentative at first, but then, lust overcame him, and he cleared the bed as he brought davey down on it. "You have such a wickedly good imagination davey.?" Davey just smiled. "How about treating me like ice cream, and yourself as syrup. Just pour yourself on top of me. And keep it coming...." GRRRRR. Richard responded. "SOME wolves like ice cream.
Their favorite flavor is black lamb." Davey began to moan as Richard took charge. "GOD I love how that shirt looks on you. Your nips point out just like this..." He began to play with them, and davey was moaning. "I don't know if it's stress, or just horniness, but I want you so bad. I want you in my mouth, I want you in me. I want you all over " Richard grinned "where first, track stud?" "My mouth. Please. Let me get you wet. Because I want you in me as deep and far as you can go. " Richard straddled davey and fed him his cock. Davey took all of it. If Richard had 3 more inches, he would've taken that too. He slurped, he licked, he circled the cock head, everything he knew a good cocksucker should do. And when Richard began to slide, back and forth, like he was going to cum, he pulled back. "You promised me a fucking. I'm holding you to that." Richard laughed. "Oh, you're gonna get it. But I'm gonna get you even wetter first.." He yanked off those faded jeans and found davey had "forgotten" a jock. He spread davey's cheeks and began digging. Davey was moaning, and trying not to make too much noise, until he didn't care. Richard looked at him. "Yeah, NOW." Richard plunged in. "GOD davey. Every time with you is like something new. Richard's face was pure bliss. So was davey's. Richard couldn't get any longer, but he got thicker, and davey felt it. He moaned more. "OH GOD. I don't know how much more I can take Sir. Please, finish me. FINISH ME."
Too late. Davey began shooting all over that red shirt, and on Richard's new one. Richard howled like a wolf as he shot deep into davey before he collapsed on him, and they embraced.
In the room next door, Paul had Mike handcuffed and gagged, and he was toying with his nips. "Sounds like your shopping trip was a success. " He rolled Mike on his belly. "So was my scavenger hunt. " He unzipped Mike's pants, and began a slow edging to the lad.
Four semi guilty faces showed up at the dinner table that night.