Robert and Johnny-The rest of the story Ch 24
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This is the continuing story of Robert and Johnny, who first appeared in my short series: My 11th Summer. Although intended to be a simple stand alone short series, My 11th Summer was so popular, not only with my readers, but myself, that I decided to continue the saga in Tween to Teen. And now, as the boys finish High School and move on to College and their adult life, the final part of the saga begins. So, for those who have been following the story from the beginning, here is part 3 of the trilogy, which I am calling: Robert and Johnny-The rest of the story. Enjoy.
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Robert and Johnny
The rest of the story
(Part three of the trilogy began in My 11th Summer, then Tween to Teen) By: Kewl Dad
Chapter 24
Life is for living
The days and weeks passed quickly, Halloween came and went, then Thanksgiving, and finally Christmas, my favorite time of the year. We saw a lot of Bill and Peter during that time, and made sure their family had everything they needed for Christmas dinner.
We bought gifts for the kids, and for their mom, nothing spectacular, but things we knew they would enjoy. We brought Mikey and Joe over several times during this period of time as well, and often included Bill and Peter in our activities.
Two days before Christmas, mom and dad brought Mikey and we had a little party and dinner and exchanged gifts. This year Johnny and I had decided to stay home Christmas day, and though I could tell my mom was a little disappointed, she said she understood.
"You boys are a family now," she said giving us her best smile, "and it's time you started creating your own holiday traditions. We'll miss having you for dinner, but Joe and his brood are coming, so their will be a crowd."
"We've invited Bill and Peter over Christmas Eve to give them their gifts, but Christmas day it will be just us two," I said taking Johnny's hand.
"I wish I could stay here," Mikey pouted, "but I knew it was only a half-hearted wish, for back home he'd have lots of presents, and of course his cousins to play with.
"We'll bring you over sometime during Christmas break, how about that?"
"Cool, can Joe come too?"
"Sure, the more the merrier, now...who wants more punch?"
Though it was only a 45 minute drive back to Pryor, mom and dad had booked a motel room so they could visit with us longer, but of course Mikey insisted on staying with Johnny and me.
From the way my folks reacted it was obvious they'd already worked this out between them, but of course they made sure Johnny and I were cool with it. Of course we were. I hoped that someday Johnny and I would have a house big enough to have my parents or other guests sleep over, but for now we only had the one extra bed. Looking back, I think my mom and dad were looking forward to some alone time in a motel, and later when I brought up the subject with Johnny, he fully agreed.
My folks stayed till around ten, but fortunately the motel was close-by and they'd already checked in earlier. After they'd left, Mikey sat down between Johnny and me and watched some TV till his yawns seemed to overtake him.
"Bedtime bud," I said getting up to turn off the TV.
"Aww, do I have to go to bed?" he whined, but we were all tired and he didn't put up much of a fight.
"Can I sleep with you guys?" he said, trying us on for one more concession.
"Not tonight sport," I said, "Johnny and I are tired, and you're like a bulldozer when you sleep with us," I joked, "scooping us up and moving us around."
Mikey laughed, "That's cause I just want to get close to ya."
"And we love it, but not tonight."
"What if I have a bad dream, or there's a monster under my bed?" he said grinning.
"We'll deal with that if it happens, but for now, it's off to our separate beds."
"Will you at least tuck me in?"
"Of course, don't we always?" I said offering my hand.
He reached for my hand and I pulled him up and led him off to the guest room, with Johnny following close behind. I helped my little brother pull his shirt off, then he dropped his pants and I skinned off his socks for him, noting as always how cute his feet were. Without thinking I brought them to my face and kissed both of them, causing him to giggle.
"Okay, buddy, climb in," Johnny said pulling back the covers, and Mikey scampered under them and settled into the pillow.
"Night buddy," I said as I pulled the covers up over him. Then kissing his forehead, I moved aside to give Johnny his turn.
"Can I have a hug too, Uncle Johnny?"
Johnny chuckled, "Sure, I love your hugs."
"Hey, don't I get a hug too?" I pouted.
"Oh sure," Mikey said reaching out to pull me down into a three-way hug.
We eventually made our escape, and as I turned off the light I saw Mikey's eyes were closed and I knew it wouldn't be long till he was in slumber land.
"Such a character," Johnny said fondly as we settled into our own bed."
"I thank God every day for my little brother," I said near tears, "but the way mom and dad were looking at each other before they left, I wouldn't be surprised if I had another brother or sister soon."
"Yeah, they did look kind of horny," Johnny chuckled, "maybe your mom will have a girl this time. I know she really wants a daughter."
"That would be perfect," I mused, "but gosh, that sure makes me feel old to think I'd have a sister over 20 years younger than me."
"Yeah, anyway...isn't your mom kinda old to have a baby?"
"I dunno, I mean...she's only in her 40s."
"Yeah, probably not. Hey, want to practice making a baby?" Johnny said raising an eyebrow.
"Well, okay, but who's the woman?" I teased.
"We'll take turns, how's that sound?"
"Okay, you can be the daddy first," I chuckled.
"Okay, let me help you with those clothes..."
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The following day, mom and dad showed up around noon and took us all out to eat at Furr's Cafeteria. Mikey seemed well rested and full of energy, and ate like a little pig that day. We didn't worry though, he was such an active kid that he never gained any weight, unless it was muscle.
He was planning on playing baseball in the Spring, and I couldn't wait to come watch his games. It was a forty five minute drive both ways, but I was hell-bent on making as many games as possible. Johnny's schedule was a lot more flexible than mine, but with careful planning I was sure we could work things out.
After lunch, we drove around a while and wound up at Southroads Mall where mom went crazy. She didn't buy all that much, but she sure had a good time looking as she dragged us along. We boys managed to escape long enough to check out the cool sporting goods and electronics at Looboyle, and at a toy store on the upper level, Johnny and I bought Mikey a plastic car model that he fell in love with.
"You boys are going to spoil him," Dad warned later.
"And...?" I said, being a bit of a wise-ass.
"We have to live with him," Dad chuckled.
"Well, anytime you get tired of him, just send him to us," I teased back.
"You're talking about my baby boy," mom huffed, "we'll never get tired of him, no matter how rotten he gets."
"I'm not rotten," Mikey pouted, "geesh, have I ever done anything really bad?"
"No," Mom said pulling him to her and kissing the top of his head, "you're our perfect little angel."
"Pa...lease..." Mikey said pulling away, "mooom, you're embarrassing me."
We all laughed at that and nothing more was said about our spoiling my kid brother. Truth was, there wasn't anything Johnny and I wouldn't do for Mikey, or our folks for that matter, and if a 3 dollar model made him happy, then we were happy too.
Eventually, my folks said they needed to get home, and we drove back to our apartment and said our goodbyes in the parking lot. I'd talked to my dad about the car I'd been thinking about buying, but unfortunately in the meantime it had sold, leaving me to start over in my search. He suggested that he come over some Saturday and we visit some of the lots and maybe find something we both could agree on. He said he'd be happy to co-sign if needed, but I assured him I already had a pre-approved car loan through my credit union at work.
Mikey hugged us long and hard and even shed a few tears, but eventually he got in the backseat of mom and dad's Impala, and he even managed to wave as they drove off.
"That kid," I chuckled, "he makes me want one of our own sooo bad."
"Yeah," Johnny said sounding sad, "I know what you mean. Hey, we have Bill and Peter," he said perking up."
"Yeah, tomorrow night we'll show them what Christmas is all about."
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The next afternoon around 3, we drove to Bill and Peter's apartment and found them waiting anxiously in the parking lot. Their sister was busy with her boyfriend, but their mom was watching from the upstairs window.
The boys looked up and waved, then slid into the back of the Bug Bus and we were off.
"Merry Christmas, guys," I said cheerfully.
"Merry Christmas," the two said, their joy obvious in their voices.
"Are you ready for some fun, fun, fun?" Johnny said looking in the rear view mirror at the two.
"Yeah!" Bill cried excitedly.
"What are we gonna do?" Peter asked, inching forward a bit to peek over the seat.
"Well, for starters we're going to have some snacks, then we'll order Pizza later and open gifts. How does that sound?"
"But...we didn't get you nothin'," Peter said sounding worried.
"No big deal, this is all about you guys, not us. We just want you to know how much we enjoy being with you guys, and we want you to have the best Christmas ever."
"We will, I just know it," Bill said, apparently not sharing his brothers concerns about not having a gift for us.
"Good, by the way, Mikey told me to be sure to say hello. He was over the other night with my folks."
"I like Mikey," Bill said smiling, "he's my best friend...besides Peter."
"He likes you too, both of you," I assured him.
When we arrived at our apartment, Johnny led the way, with the boys in between, and me bringing up the rear. We'd decorated to the hilt that year, and had a six foot live tree with hundreds of lights and dozens of ornaments. Garland and bells hung across the doorways, and there was a Christmas center piece on both the coffee table and the dining table.
Bill's glee was contagious as he went around checking everything out, his eyes as big as saucers, "Did you do this just for us?" he asked excitedly.
"Well, partly. I love Christmas and I always decorate, but maybe I did do a little more this year," I confessed, "I just wanted this night to be special."
Johnny had taken the boys' coats and hung them in the closet along with ours, and meanwhile I went off to the kitchen to grab the snacks and drinks for us. Peter wandered in after a minute or so and gave me a shy smile. Then suddenly, without any warning, he threw himself into my arms and hugged me fiercely.
"Thank you," he whispered, his voice full of emotion.
I could feel his hot tears on my neck, but I didn't mention it. I knew some boys were reluctant to admit they could cry too, but I also knew that boys were just as emotional as girls, some maybe even more so. Johnny and I had certainly never held back the tears, and our lives had more drama than one of those soap operas my mom was so fond of.
"Can I help?" he said, pulling back and wiping at his eyes.
"Sure," I said smiling down at him, "why don't you take this plate of chips and dip out, then come back for this other snack tray? I'll get the drinks and the finger sandwiches."
"Eww...finger sandwiches," Peter laughed, "who's fingers?"
"Not sure, I bought them at the store," I teased, "could be someone you know...or, a stranger's."
He was still laughing as he picked up the tray and headed to the living room. I paused a moment to reflect on what had just happened and I decided Peter was way beyond his years in maturity and sensibility. He was a great kid, one who looked out for his brother, obeyed his mother, and was civil to his sister, who sometimes didn't deserve it. What was it with sisters anyway? I wondered, Johnny's had been no prize, even if it did sadden us when she was killed so suddenly in that car crash. I guess brother/sister relationships are complicated, but then maybe some brother/brother ones are as well. I was thankful that wasn't the case with my brother, and that brought on thoughts of him and how special he was. I wondered what he was doing right now, and suddenly regretted I hadn't included him in this evening's fun.
Eventually, we had everything set up, but Bill and Peter seemed reluctant to be the first to eat so I decided to speed things along. Grabbing a plate, I turned to Bill and asked him what he'd like to try. At first he hesitated, then he began to name off the things he liked, which included pretty much everything there.
I loaded up his plate, then did the same for Peter, who opted mostly for the less healthy snacks. Next, Johnny and I fixed a plate, but I didn't eat much since I knew we'd be having pizza later. I didn't worry about the boys though, for I knew boys were always hungry and this was just a snack for them.
I played Christmas music on the stereo as we ate and talked and had a genuinely good time. By the time we'd finished eating I decided it was time to give the boys their gifts, and I think I was as anxious as they were.
At first we'd only planned on one gift each for the boys, but once we got started Johnny and I went a bit crazy. There were three for each of them, two major gifts, and one lesser, but also neat.
Bill was the first to rip into a gift, his eyes wide with anticipation as the wrapping paper flew.
"It's a game," he said excitedly as he finished removing the paper.
It was a handheld game that we figured would help Bill build his hand to eye coordination and he would enjoy that game for many years to come.
Peter opened a gift next and I saw tears cloud his eyes again when he ripped away the paper to reveal a new basketball. He'd mentioned that he didn't have one, and that some of the kids didn't like to share, and that left him on the sideline to watch most times.
"Wow, this is great," he said excitedly, "thank you guys, sooo much."
"You're welcome. I hope you get a lot of use out of it, and...unlike your friends, I hope you will share it."
"I will," he said grinning, "boy, will the guys be surprised."
Among the other gifts was an Erector set, which I figured they would both enjoy, and a model kit for each of them. Bill's last gift was something I'd found quite by accident at a flea market. It was a lamp made in the shape of a frog, with a green shade that looked like grass. Remembering how excited he'd been over winning that stuffed frog at the fair, and how proud he'd been of the frog cup Mikey had given him, I took a chance that he'd like this silly little lamp as well.
I was a bit nervous that he might think it was too silly, but that was not the case. He went crazy over that lamp and hopped up to hug both Johnny and me, thanking us over and over.
Despite it being December, the temps were mild and I suggested we go to a nearby park and try out Peter's new basketball. The sun was bright, the sky clear, and there was hardly any wind as we made our way from the parking lot to the nearest basketball court.
At this particular time of day no one was playing, and the only other kids in the park were busy on the slides and swings. Peter challenged us to a two on two contest, with Bill and me on one side and him and Johnny on the other. Despite his limitations, Bill could place the basketball in the net almost every time. If he could just get around a bit quicker he would be a natural, I thought, but as long as he had someone to do the leg work he could be a valuable asset to any team.
We played for what seemed like hours, but was in reality only about one hour. After the last game, Johnny and I suggested we go get a drink of water and rest a bit.
After quenching our thirst at the water fountain, we found a picnic table in the shade and sat down, mostly for us old folks' benefit. I suspected both Bill and Pete had endless energy, and I remembered when Johnny and I had been that way as well. Sometimes it seemed like only yesterday, and sometimes it seemed like forever since we'd been boys, but the memories were still clear and always brought a smile to my face.
It was pushing 6 o'clock by the time we finally loaded up to head back to the apartment, and by the time we got there the sun had begun to set. A cold wind had come up as well, and the temps were starting to fall. We might not have a white Christmas, but it seemed we'd have a cold one for a change.
I remembered as a boy those warm sunny Christmas days, which I'd always appreciated if I'd gotten an outside toy. But, the thought of a white Christmas always seemed appealing, and even more so as I got older. I actually loved snow, but in Oklahoma we saw it so seldom that hardly anyone I knew had a proper sled or even a snow shovel. But we made do, sliding down the hill at the park using cardboard or trash can lids, or any other item we could find that would facilitate our fun. Of course, there were always a few kids with a sled or those plastic toboggans that became so popular back then. Actually, they sort of looked like the trash can lids we used, but they were built a bit sturdier and had handholds and even a tow rope.
"What were you thinking about?" Johnny said, jogging me out of my thoughts.
"Oh," I said grinning, "about snow and sledding."
"Really? I can't remember the last time we did that. It would be nice if we had some snow for a change."
"Yeah, but doesn't look like it's gonna be in time for Christmas. Maybe New Year's Day."
"Yeah, maybe. Hey, I'm gonna go order the pizza now. Why don't you get the boys settled and see what you can find for us to watch on the tube."
"Gotcha," I said, noting that both boys had headed straight to the bathroom once we'd arrived.
When they emerged from the bathroom, they plopped down in the floor and Peter pulled out the Erector Set and was thumbing through the instruction book. I remembered my first Erector Set, and how excited I'd been to build something, and I could see that same excitement in Peter's eyes. This would be a good learning tool for both boys, and my hope was that Bill would get the most benefit out of it.
While the two collaborated on what to build first, I turned on the TV and found a Christmas movie, Miracle on 34th Street, and sat down to watch it. Johnny returned shortly and plopped down beside me, laying his head on my shoulder and taking my hand.
Bill looked over at us and smiled, and that got Peter's attention and he gave us a shy smile as well. We'd finally decided there was no need to hide our affection for one another in front of the brothers, though we kept it to chaste kissing and hand holding, and nothing overtly sexual. If the two suspected we did more than what they witnessed, they'd have to use their own imagination to fill in the blanks.
"I need to go get the pizza," Johnny said after about ten minutes. This was before pizza delivery was as common as it was today, and though a few places did deliver back then, the place we liked best did not. Fortunately, it was only a five minute drive, and we didn't mind the trip.
"Can I go with you?" Bill asked, looking at Johnny with puppy dog eyes.
"Sure, Pete, you wanna come too?"
"Nah, I'll stay here and keep Robert company and work on my roller coaster."
"Great, keep him out of trouble," Johnny teased, and the boys laughed.
As soon as the two were out the door, Peter got up slowly and came to sit beside me on the couch, keeping about a foot between us. I knew something was up, just like there had been earlier in the kitchen, but I let him take his time and work up his courage to address whatever the issue was.
"You love each other a lot, don't you?"
"Yes, we always have, ever since we were kids, younger than you and Bill even. I think we always did, but it wasn't till we were 11 that we really finally figured it out. That was a very special time for us, a sort of awakening, and we discovered a lot about life, and about ourselves after that."
"You mean sex, right?"
"Well, that too, but there was a lot more to it than that," I said, not sure how much I wanted to tell.
He was quiet for a moment before finally finding the courage to ask the next question.
"Do you think it's bad that...umm, that Bill and me do stuff?"
"Stuff?" I chuckled, "I assume you mean sex. No, I don't think it's bad at all. You're both old enough to know what you like, and I know both of you well enough by now to know that it's a mutual thing, and that neither of you would ever force the other to do things they didn't want to. Am I right?"
"Yeah, oh...yeah," he said quickly, "it was Bill that sort of started it, and at first I wasn't sure, but he didn't give up. I mean, we'd always been close, even before the accident, but it seems like after that, things changed, and we got even closer. Maybe it's cause we spend so much time together and sleep in the same room...but it just seems natural to be with him that way."
I smiled, "It sounds very sweet. I've known some brothers who messed around, but mostly it was just about the sex. I can see that you and Bill have something very special. That you share more than sex, that you truly love one another, and that's great. If I have any advice it's this, be careful. Be careful of one another's feelings, and be careful around others who might not understand those feelings."
"Yeah, I know. I'm pretty sure mom knows though," he said blushing, "she sort of caught us one time and we thought we were in big trouble. But she never mentioned it, and that was worse than getting chewed out about it."
"If I can ask, what were you two doing, and where?"
"We were just...you know? beatin' off, not even touching each other, just our own...umm...in our room with the door closed."
"Well, that's perfectly normal stuff for boys, so your mom probably decided it was best not to embarrass you about it. She probably felt a little bad for not knocking first. I bet after that she always knocked, right?"
"Yeah, actually...yeah. You're probably right," Peter said sounding excited, "so she probably don't know we do other stuff..."
"Well, I've met your mom and we've talked, and she seems like a pretty smart lady, so...I wouldn't be surprised if she's figured out there's more going on, but...obviously she's okay with it or she'd have said something by now."
"You think so? That's kind of embarrassing, but I guess you're right." Peter stared at his sock-covered feet for a few seconds then raised his eyes and gave me an appraising look, "Do you think it's weird that Bill and I...kiss?"
"No, not at all," I said sincerely, "I think that's sweet. Kissing is a great way to show your love for someone. I assume you mean romantic kissing, wet, and with tongues," I added chuckling.
"Yeah," he said blushing again, "Bill really likes kissing, and he always gets so...so horny when we do it."
I was getting a bit horny myself just listening to Peter talk about his and Bill's kissing, but I was an adult, and Peter and Bill were just kids, and I knew where to draw the line.
"Yeah, kissing can do that," I said, "I assume when this happens that the kissing leads to other things?" I dared to ask.
"Oh...well, yeah. It's kind of embarrassing talking about it though..."
"You don't have to say anything that makes you uncomfortable. I pretty much know all the things two boys can do, and I imagine you both know those things as well."
"You mean...like...butt stuff?"
"Well, yes...though not all boys or men do that."
"We haven't done that, but we've talked about it."
"There's no hurry, that's a big step."
"Yeah, it seems kind of dirty and messy too..."
"It can be," I said, reluctant to offer more information.
"Yeah, that's what I figured, but it sounds...kind of fun too."
"Well, I won't lie, it can be a lot of fun, but it's more than that. For Johnny and me it's like...the most intimate thing we do. It's like we're one person when we do that. We call it making love, because that's what it really is...for us anyway."
"Did you do it when you were my age?"
I blushed, but decided to be honest, "Yes, but I think Johnny and I were way ahead of most boys our age." Of course our other friends had been just as horny and eager to try that particular activity, but for some reason I didn't feel the need to disclose that fact at this particular time.
"We kinda did it..." Peter said suddenly, blushing deeply once more, "we sort of rubbed against each other back there..."
"It's called dry humping, though I don't know why," I chuckled, "I think most boys do that before they go for the real thing. It's sort of like practice, I guess."
"Did you and Johnny do that?"
"Yeah, there wasn't much we didn't do," I said, remembering fondly all the fun times we'd had exploring our bodies.
I felt Peter wanted to say more, maybe ask a few more questions, but Johnny and Bill returned about then, and he jumped up as if shot and fell back down in the floor.
Johnny gave me a questioning look, and I returned it with a look that I hoped said, 'later'. Meanwhile, I got up and poured us drinks and we filled our plates with pizza and sat around in the living room, eating and watching yet another Christmas movie on TV.
We had an enjoyable evening, the boys spending time playing with their gifts and visiting with us. Eventually, Peter packed up the Erector Set and he and Bill sat on either side of Johnny and me as the evening wound down.
I could see that the boys were sad that the evening would soon be over, and truthfully so was I. I'd become very fond of these two boys, and felt Johnny and I were benefiting as much from our relationship with them as they were. Having the boys around really stirred up our desire to have kids of our own, but in those days two gay men raising a kid was unheard of. Even if we'd somehow convinced the people in charge that we were just good friends, where would we get a kid? There was no way a single male could adopt a child, and neither of us was about to get married to a woman just to have a kid. As it turned out, the answer would come in a most unusual way, but that was later. For now, we had Bill and Peter, and Mikey to mentor, and we were enjoying every moment of our time together.
When it was at last time to take the boys home, Bill actually cried a little, but that was just how he was. He was a very emotional and sensitive boy, and that night I'd learned that Peter had his moments as well. Though Peter might appear strong and in charge most of the time, inside he was still a little boy, with doubts and fears, and sometimes needed a hug and some words of encouragement. Johnny and I were there to give both, and happy to do so.
The drive was a quiet one, as both boys seemed introspective. However, near the end of the trip, Peter seemed to come alive, and after thanking us again for the gifts and the fun evening, he began to talk about their plans for Christmas day.
His mom was fixing a traditional dinner with turkey and all the trimmings and he sort of hinted that we'd be welcome to join them.
"That's great," I said when he'd finished, "Christmas is for family, and this year Johnny and I are going to celebrate it that way ourselves. In past years we always went to our parents' houses for Christmas, taking turns between the two, but this year...we decided we wanted to be alone, just us two...as a family."
"Oh, yeah...that sounds nice," Peter said, sounding a little disappointed.
"When will we see you again?" Bill asked, cutting right to the chase.
"We'll figure something out. You guys...and Johnny, have the next ten days off from school, but unfortunately I have to work. We'll figure something out though. Maybe even with Mikey and his cousin Joe."
We'd arrived by then, but it took another five minutes of chatter before the boys were ready to leave us. I considered going in with them to wish their mom and sister a Merry Christmas, but decided it would just make it harder for all of us to say goodbye. Fortunately, we'd dropped off their mom and sister's gift a couple days before so there was really no need to go in.
After hugs and more goodbyes, the boys finally crawled out of the Bug Bus and slid the door shut. I'd rolled down my window and they each came up to it and gave us one last Merry Christmas and goodbye before scampering off to join their mom and sister, who had appeared at the door of their apartment.
We waved to them, and to the boys, then I turned to Johnny, "Go, please go. If I have to say goodbye one more time, I am gonna break down and cry like a baby."
He looked at me with concern, but immediately began backing out of the parking spot, and soon we were on our way home.
"I'm no good at goodbyes," I huffed, "I miss my folks, I miss your folks, I miss Mikey. I miss Caleb and Tony...and everyone else," I trailed off as tears finally overtook me.
Johnny, love of my life, reached over and patted my hand gently, "Just because we want to spend Christmas day together...alone, doesn't mean we can't go visit everyone the day after."
"I know, can we?"
"Yes, plan on it. Tomorrow we'll sleep late, exchange gifts, fix dinner and pig out, and watch Christmas movies and make love. Then the day after, we'll sleep late and drive to your folks house and make the rounds."
"I love you...sooo much," I said throwing myself against him, but not hard enough to cause him to wreck us.
"I love you too, and I love that you're so...loving and kind. Truth is, I miss my folks, and everyone else too, but spending the day with just us two is like the best thing ever."
"I know, I feel the same way, and when we get home, I'll give you a little preview of how special it's gonna be," I said lustily.
"Oh wow, can't wait," he growled.
"Oh, by the way...Peter and I had an interesting talk. I'll fill you in later..."
We made love that night, slowly and sensually, and after the first round we rested and I filled him in on my talk with Peter. He listened attentively then chuckled when I got to the part about the dry humping.
"That dry humping will probably soon lead to fucking, if I know boys like I know boys."
"I think so too, in fact, I sort of got the feeling Peter might be asking for advice on how to make that happen."
"Well, I'm sure they'll figure it out, we did...with Roger's help of course."
"I wonder if they have any friends like we did?" I asked as I snuggled into Johnny's side.
"I dunno, I sort of get the feeling they don't have that many close friends."
"Yeah, well...they spend a lot of time together, so...I guess they don't have much time to cultivate friendships."
Eventually, we'd rested enough to start again and it was well past midnight when our second lovemaking session began. This time I pushed Johnny face down on the bed, trapping him beneath me, dominating him as I gently but quickly entered him. As much as I loved making love face to face, there was something very exciting about this position, and fortunately Johnny loved it as much as I did.
In that position I was able to go deep, and after a few minutes I was pounding away at his ass like a man possessed. I couldn't help but picture Bill face down on the bed as Peter drove his teenage spike into his brother.
Needless to say I got so aroused that I didn't last long, and when I finally came I came really hard. Falling to one side, a leg still over Johnny, I panted as if I'd ran a mile as I waited for my heart to slow down.
"Wow," Johnny chuckled, "you rode me like a wild stallion, what were you thinking about?"
"Oh, just how good you felt and how much I love you, and...picturing Peter fucking Bill," I confessed.
Johnny chuckled, "Yeah, that does sound hot. When you rest a minute, it's my turn."
"I'm ready," I assured him, "in fact, I wouldn't be surprised if I come again."
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Christmas morning we slept late as planned, then made love, fell asleep again, and finally arose around noon. After showering we had a light breakfast of cereal and toast and started preparing our Christmas feast.
I called mom and dad around one o'clock and talked to the family, then Johnny called his folks, and we talked to them for a bit as well. Finally, we called Caleb's house, and his granny answered and talked our legs off before letting Caleb and Tony have a turn.
At home, our Christmas dinner had always been around noon or one at the latest, but Johnny and I had decided to make our dinner an evening meal instead. That way we didn't have to get up early and start cooking, and we could take our good slow time.
Since the turkey was a small one, it only took a few hours to cook and by 5 o'clock we had everything ready for our first Christmas meal...alone. The food was delicious, but I had to admit, there was something missing. Oh sure, I loved being with Johnny, but wasn't Christmas about being with family and friends? The table seemed empty and lonely, and I almost wished we'd taken Peter up on that offer to dine with them.
"What?" Johnny said, reading me perfectly.
"Nothing," I lied, "this is nice. The turkey is really moist, and the stuffing is...amazing. Is that granny's recipe?"
"Yeah, the food is good, but..."
"But, what?"
"It seems awfully quiet here with just us two."
"Yeah, but wasn't that what we wanted?"
"Yeah, but sometimes things look better in our head than they are in real life," Johnny said, "next year, maybe we'll do something different."
"Yeah, but this year, it's you and me, lover," I said, raising a glass to toast the sentiment.
We clinked glasses and suddenly there was a knock at the door. Looking at Johnny and seeing surprise in his eyes as well, I got up quickly and went to the door.
There was one of those peepholes in the door, but instead of using it, I just threw open the door, and suddenly I was wrapped up in a warm hug from one of my oldest dearest friends.
"Gerald!" I squealed.
"Merry Christmas guys," he said excitedly, "Oh, something smells heavenly."
"Come in, come in," I said as Johnny rose to meet us and give Gerald a hug as well, "you're just in time for dinner."
"How can I refuse an offer like that? I haven't had any good home cooking in a while."
I took his coat and hung it in the closet while Johnny grabbed another plate, glass, and silverware for Gerald. Soon he had his plate full, and after a few bites he explained his presence.
"I just got back from Nam. As you know I've been trying to get permission to bring Lam back to the U.S., and I finally think I've found a way."
"Oh, that's so exciting," I said sincerely, "what's changed?"
"I'm getting married," he said flatly and our mouth's fell open and it wasn't to shovel in food.
End Chapter 24
Wow, was that a shocker or what? Next chapter we'll find out all the details. Has Gerald gone straight, or is this just a marriage of convenience? Sometimes the means do justify the ends.
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Kewl Dad
2-5-2023
**A special thanks to my buddy Michael in NY for his much appreciated help with editing, story ideas, and illustrations. Love ya buddy.
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Sorry for the long delay between chapters, but as you all know, the Holidays are a busy time. However, I hope to get back on a once a month posting schedule with this new year. Here's hoping this year will be a good one for all of us. Thanks again for your support, feedback, and encouragement over the years. Your emails keep me energized and moving forward.
I have updated my story list if you see any missing please let me know.
Other stories by Kewl Dad
* Denotes Series, rest are short stories
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Dougie's Story #Part 3 of a series
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My Best Friend's Dad *Related story to My Son's Best Friends
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My Little Runaway #Part 1 of a series
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My Son's Best Friends *Related series to My Best Friend's Dad
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Tommy Boy #Part two of a series
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It's Amazing What Sex Can do for a Guy (as smoothoperator52)