Robert and Johnny-The rest of the story Ch 39
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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 39
Going home
Now that the Art Showing was under our belt it was time to get ready for our trip to Arkansas to reunite mother and Son, even if only for a short time. In our pre-computer age we had to use the old fashioned land line telephone to make our motel reservations and hope for the best. It was sort of like buying a pig-in-a-poke, not knowing if the motel was decent, clean, or even in a safe area, but Zeke's mom had suggested that particular one because she knew a lady who worked there and considered it to be the best in the area.
Two days before we were to make the 4 hour drive to Arkansas, we began packing, worrying about this and that to make sure we had everything we needed. We'd taken Zeke clothes shopping and bought him some nice slacks and a dress shirt for our dinner out, as well as some summer outfits, including camp shorts and pullovers, new underwear and socks. His shoes were still fairly new, and we packed his dress shoes while he wore his tennis shoes.
Bill and Peter were almost as excited as we were about the trip, though they did seem a bit sad when we finally told them goodbye that morning. They'd promised to keep an eye on the place, and we'd even given their mom a house key in case they needed to get inside for some unforeseen reason.
Goodbyes all said, hugs all around, and we were off on our adventure.
I could tell Zeke had mixed feelings about the trip. He wanted badly to see his mother again, but to return to that place where he'd been abused, both verbally and physically had to be troubling. I kept assuring him that he didn't need to worry, that his dad knew nothing of this meeting and he wouldn't have to go near his old home, but my words did little to assuage his fears.
I tried to keep his mind off things by talking to him about his art classes, and he seemed to perk up some as he segued right into talking about Brandon. I had to smile as he went on and on about how talented Brando (his pet name for him) was, how nice he was, how cute he was...and on and on.
Johnny looked over at me and winked and I gave him a nod. Our boy was definitely crushing on Brandon, and from my observations of the boy when the two were together, I was quite sure it was mutual.
We stopped at a roadside drive-in around noon and had burgers and fries, and despite his earlier funk, Zeke's appetite didn't seem to be affected. In fact, he enthusiastically agreed when Johnny suggested we get milk shakes for the road.
After a stop at a filling station to gas up and use the bathroom we were back on the road and about an hour's drive from our destination.
It was hot and humid that day, but thankfully We'd taken my car and my A/C worked great. Not to mention it was built for the road, roomy and comfortable and got much better gas mileage than the Bug Bus. I did worry about the cloth seats getting stained, so we had put down towels to protect the dark green fabric from spills, though thankfully there weren't any that trip.
It was around 2 in the afternoon when we pulled up to the Spring Valley Inn, and despite my fears it appeared to be a well kept and clean establishment. We checked in without an issue, two adjacent rooms, not because we would have minded sharing a room with Zeke, but so he and his mom could have some alone time.
Room 211 and 212 both sported king-sized beds and all the amenities motels sported back then, which wasn't much. No microwaves, no mini-fridges back then, just a bed, a desk and chair, a dresser, and an ice bucket. However, we didn't need much since we were only going to be there two nights.
As soon as we were settled in I used the room phone to call Zeke's mom and she answered on the first ring, as if she had been sitting by the phone, which I'm almost sure she was.
After exchanging pleasantries I gave her the room number then handed the phone to Zeke who talked to her a few minutes, the look on his face going from nervousness to joy and back again.
Eventually he hung up and turned to us, "She's bringing the Twins, is that okay?"
"Of course," I said smiling, "I bet those little ones have been missing you, too."
"I kinda miss them," Zeke said looking sad again, "but I don't know what to say to them..."
"Just let them lead the way," Johnny suggested, "if they ask the hard questions, be honest with them. They probably already know plenty from what your older siblings and father have said."
"Yeah, I guess, but they don't understand that stuff..."
"All they need to understand is that you love them and care about them, about all of them, and in return they will love you too,'' I said, hoping I was correct.
Fortunately we didn't have to wait long, about a half hour later a soft knock on the door caused Zeke to spring up off the bed, but instead of heading for the door he gave me a worried look that begged me to do something.
Without speaking I answered the door to find Zeke's mom, the twins concealed behind her as if hiding.
"Come in, come in," I said with my best smile, "well...hi, you two, how you doin'?" I said to the twins, who shyly returned my greeting but didn't elaborate on their feelings.
"Zeke, son...OH MY GOD, you have grown an inch boy. Come here and give your old momma a hug."
And just like that: mother and son were reunited as they exchanged hugs and kisses and shared their tears. I felt a bit teary-eyed as well, and when the twins finally rushed in and hugged both mother and brother forming a circle with their arms around the two I nearly lost it.
Johnny had caught my eye by then and he motioned with his head and I took the hint.
"Well, Johnny and I are going to go next door to our room and let you four have some time alone, all right? I thought we'd go to dinner around six, does that work for you?"
"Yes, that's fine, but you don't have to leave..." Zeke's mom said, but I could tel her protest was strictly a polite response.
"We don't mind, we need to unpack anyway and freshen up before dinner. We'll be right next door if you need us."
Johnny and I stopped by the vending machine by the office and got a Coke before heading back to our room, then piled down on the bed and enjoyed the air conditioning. I thought back to when we were boys and how we'd endured the weather without any complaints. Scorching summer days, bitter cold winter winds, none of it bothered us as we went about being boys and having fun.
In fact, Johnny's first two houses hadn't even had air conditioning, and my family hadn't gotten it till I was around 9 or so. Recently dad had a central heat and air unit put in, getting things ready, or so he said, for when they retired and it was just the two of them. I laughed at that, Mikey still had a few years to go till he was college age, and mom having that daughter she'd always wanted wasn't an impossibility. I smiled at that, having a little sister, even one years and years younger than me would still be fun. Oh, to spoil her and tote her around to show off.
"Penny for your thoughts," Johnny said noticing my introspection.
"I'd need at least a dollar to list all of them," I joked, "but primarily, just thinking back on childhood, again, and marveling at how precious it was."
"Hmm, it was pretty special, but what we have now is pretty cool too, don't ya think?"
"Oh Heavens, yes. I wouldn't change a thing about my life then, or now. In fact, it just seems to get better and better all the time."
"I wonder how things are going next door. Those twins are pretty cute, do you think Mrs. Snyder would part with them, too?" he teased.
"I dunno, if we offered her enough money," I joked, "mom would go nuts over that little girl, she's so cute. Well, so's the boy, but you know mom has always wanted a daughter."
"Well, it would make a great Christmas Gift for her," Johnny laughed.
"Yeah, well...maybe dad will give her that present," I said grinning.
"Oh, gross...now I'll never get that image out of my mind," Johnny teased as he pretended to barf.
I was cracking up with laughter by then, and soon Johnny dissolved into a fit of laughter as well, and we wound up wrestling around on the bed before finally settling down in a snuggle.
"Mmm, this is nice. You know we should get away more often. I like the idea of motel sex," I said lustily.
"Oh yeah, well...too bad we didn't think of that earlier, we'd have probably had time."
"Nah, too risky with Zeke and his family next door. Tonight for sure though. Get ready for a marathon session."
"Something else to look forward to," Johnny said stretching his lithe body temptingly and almost causing me to reconsider initiating a lovemaking session right then.
Somehow though we managed to put that on hold, and without even intending to, we wound up falling asleep. A soft knock on the door brought us instantly awake and a check of my watch showed we'd been out almost two hours.
"What time is it?" Johnny said rubbing sleep from his eyes.
"Five o'clock, we still have an hour or so before dinner," I said getting up to answer the door.
It was Zeke and the two twins, but Mrs. Snyder was nowhere in sight.
"Hi, momma is resting," Zeke said timidly, "is it okay if we come in?'
"Well, of course," I said opening the door, "Are you guys thirsty? There's a pop machine by the office and I have lots of quarters."
"Can we?" Joe asked, giving Zeke those puppy dog eyes that kids are famous for. He was a cute little boy, small for his age, and he seemed timid and shy, which didn't quite fit in with the general personalities of the rest of the clan.
"I guess," Zeke said, "take Charlotte with ya and get me a root beer, okay?"
"Goody," Joe said smiling, his brown eyes sparkling with joy.
Charlotte was a cutie-pie too, with big brown eyes that reminded me of those 'Precious Moments' paintings and statues, long brown hair, and like Joe, she was small and petite.
"Will they be okay alone?" Johnny asked.
"Oh sure, they'll be fine," Zeke assured him, "they go to the store all the time...alone, or...at least, I mean, they used to," he said sounding sad.
"Now that I think about it," Johnny laughed, "when we were their age, Robert and I and our friends used to ride our bikes all over town and even go all the way to Salt Creek without any adults, and we did just fine. Not once did we even get into any serious trouble."
They were back in a flash, an orange soda for Charlotte, a 7up for Joe, and Zeke's root beer.
"So, what grade are you guys in?" I asked as the twins popped the tops on their sodas.
"We'll be in 5th grade when we go back," Charlotte offered, "we get to be in the same classes all the time," she added glancing at Joe, "sometimes Joe don't like it when I hang around him though."
"Well, you don't have to do everything I do, dang it," Joe said, "my friends don't like girls hanging around when we're doing guy stuff."
"Humph," Charlotte huffed, "like what, talk about girls?" she sneered, "or what you boys do behind the school?"
"Shut up, Charlotte," Joe said, his face burning hot with embarrassment now.
"Kids, kids," I laughed, "be nice, okay? Zeke wants to enjoy your company, not hear you argue."
"Sowwwry," Charlotte said giving me a smile.
"Yeah, sorry," Joe said taking a sip of his soda, "momma says we're eatin' at a restaurant," (pronouncing it as rez raunt) "is that true?"
"Yep, your momma picked it. I think she said the name was Mitchell's, or something like that."
"Really?" Joe said in disbelief, "that's the biggest place in town, and I heard it's got all kinds of food and you just fill your own plate and stuff..." he rattled off excitedly.
"A buffet?" Johnny offered, "that sounds good. Good old homemade vittles," he added practically drooling.
"We ate there once, a long time ago," Zeke offered, "grandpa took us there but the twins was just babies then."
"Huh, really?" Joe asked, "we went there and didn't even know it," he said shaking his head, "well, I'm gonna eat some of everything."
"Even stuff you don't like?" Charlotte laughed, "like greens and pigs' feet?"
"Yuck, no. They better not have stuff like that. Only good food, like fried chicken, and steak, and taters, lots of mashed taters...and gravy..."
"Stop! You're making me hungry," I laughed, "I bet they have some good desserts too, like homemade coconut cream pie...mmm, my favorite."
"Yeah!" Charlotte added, "I like that too."
We chatted a bit more and the more we got to know these darling twins, the more we liked them. If we had any doubts about how they felt about Zeke, despite his being gay, they were quickly dispelled when we saw how they snuggled up to him on either side and leaned into him, like a dog might cuddle with his master.
It was obvious that Zeke was loving this show of affection and he talked tenderly to the two and had them laughing before too long. It was a genuine pleasure to watch the three interact and again I thought what a shame it was that the whole family couldn't embrace Zeke's difference as easily as these two pups did.
Around 5:30 Zeke suggested that the twins go over to see if their momma was awake yet and to remind her we'd be going to dinner soon. When they returned with Mrs. Snyder in tow, she looked somewhat less scattered than earlier, perhaps finally getting some rest after worrying about Zeke's visit for the last few days.
The restaurant was busy, but not packed on this weekday evening and besides being everything promised, the prices were also quite reasonable. I paid for 6 of us and discovered that kids 12 and under ate for half price. Wow, what a bargain considering Joe had promised to eat some of everything.
We got our drinks first, then found a table large enough to accommodate all of us and used them to mark our spot. At the serving line we found a variety of meats, beef, fish, pork, and foul, as well as a variety of fruits, vegetables, casseroles and sides of all kinds. The dessert bar was separate and everyone agreed that dessert could wait till we'd finished the main courses.
Mrs. Snyder helped Charlotte make her selections and to add them to her plate without making a mess, and I noticed Zeke was doing the same for his younger brother. They were quite a pair, those two, and I was sad to think they wouldn't grow up together as God had intended. Or maybe God had intended for Zeke to grow up with us, it was all very confusing, but I vowed to make sure the two would be able to see each other, and often, even if it meant bringing the twins to our house. In fact, I liked that idea, and I was sure the twins would as well.
Dinner conversation was light and the twins proved to be funny and entertaining now that we were all friends. Mrs. Snyder didn't say a lot and most of what she said pertained to the twins, never mentioning her husband or her older kids. I wondered if she was lonely living with them, listening to them spew hate with only the two younger children to keep her company. I wondered if she'd ever thought of leaving her husband and taking the twins out of that environment, but I supposed that wasn't really possible since she had no source of income other than what little her husband brought in.
"Rob," Zeke said suddenly laying a hand on my arm, "what do you think about that idea?"
"Huh?" I said, realizing I'd missed something while thinking about Mrs. Snyder's dilemma.
"Momma wants to spend the night...at the motel. What do you think about that. Could I stay with you two guys while momma and the twins stayed in the other room?"
"Oh, sure...that would be fine, right Johnny?" I said, trying not to show my disappointment that Johnny and I wouldn't be having 'motel sex' that night.
"I think that's a great idea," Johnny said not missing a beat, and at the moment I think I loved him even more than I already did. What a selfless and caring man he was.
"Well, if you're sure it's all right," Mrs. Snyder said sounding relieved, "Elmer and I aren't talking right now, anyway, so he won't miss me," she said with a sad little laugh. Elmer, of course, was her husband.
"Should you call him?" I wondered.
"No, let him worry," Zeke said quickly, the malice in his voice evident.
"He'll be fine, he can cook his own supper for once," Mrs. Snyder sneered, seeming to enjoy thinking about that.
That settled we moved to other topics and eventually went back for seconds, then thirds for some, and finally the dessert bar. Though Joe might not have tried some of everything, he made a valiant attempt and I wondered where that little boy was putting all that food and hoping it didn't come back later to haunt him.
They did indeed have homemade coconut cream pie, and because the pieces were quite small, I had two, but other than a brownie, that was all the dessert I ate. I was comfortably full, but not stuffed, and didn't want to make myself sick.
Mrs. Snyder had eaten heartily, but reasonably and had passed on dessert, saying she had never been much on sweets, though she did have a bite of Charlotte's ice cream concoction which included cake, whipped cream, and sprinkles.
Eventually we loaded up in the car and headed back to the motel. Zeke road up front with us and Mrs. Snyder and the twins filled the back seat. Joe insisted on a window seat, as did Charlotte, leaving their poor momma to take the center seat. She seemed to accept this small inconvenience with grace and without protest, perhaps to keep the peace, or perhaps because that's what momma's do.
It was just after eight when we pulled into the lot and we'd already decided to congregate in the room Johnny and I were sharing till it was time for bed. Though there was no mini-fridge, there were paper cups and an ice bucket and I sent Zeke and the twins to the ice machine and the vending machine for more sodas.
While they were gone we finally had a chance to talk to Mrs. Snyder alone.
"Is everything okay at home?" was the first question out of my mouth.
For one moment I could see hesitation in her eyes then with a sad smile she answered, "No, I don't reckon things will ever be all right again. Elmer and the older kids have turned agin' Zeke and seems they has turned agin' their momma too. Some days I feel like the enemy and that I'm losing the war."
"What about the twins, where do they stand?" Johnny asked.
"Those two, bless their hearts, are stuck right in the middle. They're too young to have that hate in their hearts yet, but it's all I can do to protect them from it. I worry that as they get older their daddy will bring them round to his way a thinkin' and they'll be hateful too."
"Have you considered taking the twins and getting out of there?" Johnny asked, voicing the very question I'd been mulling over earlier.
She sighed deeply, "Yes, a thousand times. But where would I go?" she said, near tears now. All my kin folk and his live here, and those on his side see things like he does. My kin are more acceptin', but none of em got room for three more mouths to feed."
"I see," I said, not wanting to make promises I couldn't keep, but I would take things over later with Johnny and see if we could come up with a solution to her problem.
The kids returned then, loaded down with cans of pop, ice, and snacks from the vending machine. Where they were going to put all that candy after the feast they'd downed at the buffet was beyond me, but once again I was reminded of my own youth and decided Johnny and I would have been just as capable of doing that as these three.
There was a B&W TV in the room and Joe and Charlotte found something entertaining there while Zeke joined in the conversation with us old folks. We stayed away from the subject of Mrs. Snyder's home life, and instead Zeke told her about all the wonderful things he'd done since coming to live with us.
Though she outwardly showed joy that he was living such a grand life, inside I wondered if she wasn't a bit sad to think that Zeke was getting all the things she couldn't provide and drawing further away from her with each day. Well, that was what this visit was all about, and only further strengthened my resolve to make sure they stayed in touch.
Eventually the twins started to wind down and Charlotte climbed into her momma's lap and was soon asleep. Joe too seemed to be ready for bed as he lay on the floor in the fetal position, the TV now forgotten completely.
"I think those two are ready to crash," I chuckled as I scooped down to pick up the little boy, who seemed to weigh nothing.
I was reminded of when Mikey was this size and I couldn't stop myself as I placed a sweet kiss on Joe's brow. He stirred in his sleep and sighed, then snuggled into my arms, still deep in slumber.
"Johnny offered to carry Charlotte, and her mother accepted his offer without protest. Perhaps because even as small as the little girl was, Mrs. Snyder was herself petite and not as strong as the men folk.
Zeke led the way, then Mrs. Snyder opened the door and we carried the two in and laid them on the bed. I removed Joe's shoes and socks, and Johnny did the same for his sister, but we left the rest to their mother, not knowing what was appropriate under the situation.
"Thank you," she whispered as she walked us to the door, "Goodnight, and thank you. Zeke, honey, goodnight," she said giving her son a hug and a kiss on the cheek," momma loves you, you always remember that."
"I love you too, momma," Zeke said holding the hug for a long time, "see ya in the morning."
Johnny and I left then, but Zeke soon followed, wiping tears from his eyes as he did so. Nothing was said, but Johnny and I both hugged the boy and suddenly he dissolved into tears."
When he finally got himself under control he wiped at his eyes, "I'm sorry, I'm ruining everything, aren't I? I'm being a cry baby. It's just that I missed momma and the twins so much. I even miss daddy and the others, but only a little," he finished with a sad smile.
"First: you're not ruining anything, and second: Tears aren't a sign of weakness or immaturity, tears are a way to cleanse the soul. Heck, Johnny and I have shed our share of tears over the years..."
"Still do," Johnny butted in, "don't ever be afraid to express your grief that way. Keeping it bottled up inside is just why people like your daddy are the way they are."
"Yeah, my brothers would beat me up if they could see me crying," Zeke sniffed, "thanks for understanding."
"Well, now that we've got that settled, why don't you go take a shower and get ready for bed? Johnny and I can wait till you're done."
While Zeke showered, Johnny and I chilled, avoiding the more controversial subjects and discussing instead tomorrow's itinerary. The plan was breakfast, then a quick tour of the local scenery with the Snyder clan as tour guides, a quick lunch, and Mrs. Snyder planned to go home after that.
Zeke emerged from the bathroom in just white briefs and I was pleased to see that his body was developing nicely. He'd begun to grow into his big feet and lose his baby fat and was looking more like a young man than a boy now. His body was taught and muscular from hours of running around and playing hard, and now that he'd begun to eat regularly and healthier his body literally glowed with vitality.
Not to mention: he seemed to be filling out his briefs more these days, but I tried not to dwell on that. It was a matter of interest, though not lust. As I liked to say, I could appreciate a beautiful flower, but I didn't need to pluck it to do so.
Johnny and I settled for some steamy shower sex and I am pretty sure Zeke was aware of why we took so long that night in the shower. In fact he had a smug look on his face as we finally emerged, dressed as he was in just underwear, and his eyes seemed to bore into us as he studied our faces. I tried to act nonchalant, but I must have blushed a bit, though Johnny maintained his cool the entire time.
We finally settled into bed, me in the middle and Johnny nearest the window. The bed was big, but we were still somewhat crowded with two adults and one teen, but in a way it was kind of nice. Some skin was touching, here and there, but it was erotic, at least not where Zeke was concerned, and as far as Johnny was concerned, we'd released that pent up energy and his touches weren't arousing either.
Zeke fell asleep first, then Johnny, and as I lay there in the near darkness contemplating life once again, I decided Johnny and I had been even luckier than I'd previously imagined. Not only was our childhood wonderful and filled with much love and happiness, our family and friends had been the best anyone could ask for. I could not imagine what our lives would have been like if either of our dads had been like Zeke's and I shuddered to think about the consequences. With that and other depressing thoughts on my mind I finally sank into a thankfully dreamless sleep.
End Chapter 39
Next: Day two
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Kewl Dad
7-18-2024
**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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