Robert and Johnny-The rest of the story Ch 40
The following is a work of fiction: Although it is based on actual characters and locations, the rest is purely fictional. This story depicts sexual situations between males and females of various ages and, may include incest as well. If reading such is illegal where you reside, or you are not at least 18 years of age, please read at your own risk. This work is the property of the author, Kewl Dad, and should not be re-posted or reproduced without his permission. © 2017-2024
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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 40
An unexpected surprise
I awoke to something warm and soft cuddled against me and as my eyes slowly opened I saw Zeke snuggled into my side, still sleeping soundly.
I untangled myself from Zeke and headed to the bathroom, and Johnny soon joined me. It was around 8:30 and by mutual consent we decided to just go ahead and get up. We let Zeke sleep a bit longer while we showered, together, and we did mess around a little, because: well...we were horny. It wasn't the kind of motel sex we'd planned on, but it was still pretty darn good.
By the time we emerged, wearing just our underwear, Zeke was awake and sitting on the edge of the bed rubbing sleep from his eyes.
"Good morning, buddy," I said cheerfully.
"Morning," Zeke said yawning, "all done in the bathroom?"
"Yep, all yours. We'll be going to breakfast soon."
"Good, I'm starved," Zeke chuckled as he ambled off to the bathroom scratching his cute behind.
We dressed quickly, and soon Zeke joined us, looking wide-eyed and eager to face the day. I guess he didn't need to relieve any sexual tension, or at least if he did, he was quick.
We packed what few things were left out and loaded our stuff in the car, and by then Mrs. Snyder and the youngn's had emerged from the room next door. I took her key and went to the office to check out, and when I returned I followed her to a cafe she'd suggested that she said had inexpensive and wonderful food, and she was right.
Breakfast has always been my favorite meal of the day and that little cafe knew how to do it right. We had eggs, hash brown, biscuits and gravy, bacon and sausage links, and pancakes. So much food and so good that I felt like I was waddling when we finally walked out of there.
The cafe had a large lot, and Mrs. Snyder had parked at the far end since she'd be leaving her car there while we explored the town. She seemed more rested and confident now that she'd had a good night's sleep and was away from her domineering husband, but I think in the back of her mind she was thinking about having to go back there.
Since Zeke knew the area as well as his mother, he sat between us up front, Mrs. Snyder and the twins in the back seat, again the twins by the windows. Zeke led us on a short but quick tour of the town, which consisted of four or five blocks in one direction and two in the other. In the center of town was the courthouse and town square, complete with a cannon and statue of some political figure, but I didn't bother to see who it was. These small towns often payed homage to The Southern Heroes, who's statues have been coming down in record numbers in recent years.
The grain elevators and flour mill were impressive and wheat production and farming in general were the principal sources of income in the area, although there was a fairly large industrial area as well. There were plenty of small farms in the area, though few of them produced enough revenue to keep a family going and most men had outside jobs to supplement their income.
Families like Zeke's had once existed that way, when Mr. Snyder was still able to work, and now relied on what food they could grow and the small disability check Mr. Snyder drew, that was when he didn't drink or gamble it away.
"Where's your farm?" I asked once we'd passed the last of the buildings on Main Street.
"Straight ahead, four miles," Zeke said softly, "but trust me, you don't want to see that dump."
"Actually, I would," I said patting Zeke's leg, "I want to know everything about you and see where you lived."
"Just don't stop," Mrs. Snyder warned, "Elmer might see us and Lord knows I'm not ready to deal with that man."
"Can we just stay at the mo-tel," Joe said, pronouncing it as two words in his cute little boy voice.
"Honey, those places cost money, money your momma don't have," Mrs. Snyder sighed.
"Oh," he said frowning, "it was nice...having air conditionin' and all."
"Yes, it was," Mrs. Snyder sighed, "but we get along just fine."
Joe turned his attention to the scenery beyond the window then, and my heart went out to him and his family. I'd never know the poverty that this family had, nor the emotional strife and even though I was able to help Zeke by taking him out of that situation, I felt I needed to do more. But what? I had no idea.
We finally reached the gravel road that led up to the Snyder place and since the house was close to the main road we could see it in all it's lack of splendor from the main road. The roof needed mending, it hadn't been painted in ages and there was a rusty old pickup in the front yard, a dead refrigerator and other junk piled against a half missing fence, and a general feeling of dread and shame hovered over me.
How could people be expected to live this way? I supposed there were plenty of families just as destitute and most of them survived, but the real question was: how many of their kids went to live better lives, and how many wound up repeating the cycle?
"My momma and daddy passed away and left us this place, otherwise we wouldn't have no place to live at all," Mrs. Snyder said, "we use wood to keep warm in the winter and we use Propane to cook with, when we can afford to fill the tank. Water is from a well, and we do have 'lectricty, she said."
"And an indoor potty," Charlotte said beaming.
I chuckled, "That's good."
"I know it ain't much, but lots of folks got less than us," Mrs. Snyder said, obviously embarrassed, but trying to make the best of it.
"I know you do a good job of taking care of your family," I said, not adding that someone had to since Mr. Snyder was a lazy asshole.
"The older ones pretty much take care of themselves now," she said softly, "but these two and me, we're close, aren't we kiddos? she said throwing an arm around both of them.
"Yeah, I love you momma," Charlotte said leaning into her.
"When's Zeke coming home?" Joe asked suddenly, and everything got so quiet the only sound was the sound of the powerful V8 idling as we sat on the shoulder of the main road.
"Honey," Mrs. Snyder said softly, "we've talked about this..."
"I miss him," Joe said stubbornly, "ain't fair that he can't live with us no more."
"Hey," Zeke said, wiping tears from his eyes, "I'll come visit, and when I get old enough to drive I'll come and get you and Charlotte and take you places with me, if Robert and Johnny don't care."
"I smiled,"we'll make sure you see lots of each other," I promised, "but right now Zeke needs to be with us so he won't have to worry about getting hurt or have people make fun of him."
"Cause he likes boys?" Joe said boldly, "don't make no never mind to me or Charlotte, does it sister?"
"No, we love you just like you are," Charlotte agreed.
"And I love you too, but ain't safe being around daddy or them kids at school. I was half afraid I was gonna get kilt if I stayed there much longer. I don't worry none now," Zeke said, his hillbilly twang and mangled vocabulary returning along with his despair.
Joe sighed, "I know," he sounded defeated as he went on, "I don't want nobody to hurt ya, so I guess ifn' you gotta live somewhere's else, then that's how it's got to be."
Charlotte as crying softly now but she didn't speak. Her tears and her look of despair said it all. Her little heart was broken, and so was mine. I noticed Johnny wipe a tear from his eye as well, but he knew just what to say.
"Kids, how would you like to come see where Zeke lives sometime?"
"Really?" Joe said excitedly, "in the big city? What's it called, Tulsie?"
"Tulsa," I corrected and it's a nice place. Lots of fun things to do, a big zoo, an amusement park, a park along the river that runs there, museums, movie theaters, restaurants, and places to swim and have fun."
"Yeah, when can we go?" Charlotte said bouncing up and down, her tears disappearing now.
"Well, we haven't even asked your mom yet," I chuckled, "but if she says yes, then we'll work something out."
"Are you sure you'd want to put up with these two that long?" Mrs. Snyder chuckled, "they can be a handful."
"I can handle em," Zeke assured her, "please momma, it would be fun for them, and give you a break too."
"Well...if you're sure..." she said giving in easily.
"Great," I said happy we'd cheered the twins up, even if only for a while.
We stopped for ice cream on the way back and despite our heavy breakfast we found the ice cream only made us hungry and we wound up getting burgers and fries as well, except Joe who chose a foot-long chili dog that looked and smelled delicious.
We ate in the shade of a tall cottonwood tree on a picnic table that looked as if it might have sat there for a hundred years. It had been painted multiple times and you could see several layers of paint, some yellow, some red, some green. It was solid enough though and accommodated the six of us with room to spare.
It was around 2 p.m. by the time we finally finished our meal and I knew Johnny, Zeke, and I would need to hit the road soon. As I was anticipating exactly how to articulate that fact, I suddenly had a brilliant idea, but I wanted to talk it over with Johnny first.
There was a bathroom on the back of the drive-in with an outside door, and back in those days the doors were unlocked, unlike today. I gave Johnny a look that said, 'follow my lead', and excused myself and headed to the bathroom.
I'd just gotten inside when Johnny showed up, having read my body language and unspoken message perfectly.
"So, what's up?"
I did need to pee and I began to do so before speaking. Johnny joined me at the toilet for our usual ritual crossing of the streams and I told him what I had in mind.
"What if we took the twins home with us now? We have the rest of the week off and we could bring them back next Sunday?"
"Fine by me, but what about clothes for them and stuff?"
I frowned, "Do you think their momma would mind if we bought them some new stuff? We could outfit both of them at Kmart for a little to nothing and send them home with some decent clothes."
"I like the idea," Johnny assured me, "now, their momma is the only one you need to work your magic on," he chuckled.
Zeke showed up next with Joe and Charlotte in tow and Charlotte was next in the communal toilet. While the kids were away I decided this was the best time to breach the subject with Mrs. Snyder and we hurried to the table.
We only gotten halfway into our speech before Mrs. Snyder waved a hand to stop us.
"Yes," she said giving us a half smile, "they won't give me no rest till they get to go, and this is as good a time as any. Besides, I ain't going home, at least not right away. I've decided I'm gonna go visit my sister in Russleville.
"As for clothes, the kids ain't got nothing but rags back home. We was gonna get them some new stuff for school. I have a little money I can give ya..."
"No, you keep your money. You may need it. We'll take care of that. We have some places in Tulsa that have very inexpensive clothing, and shoes and such, and the rest we have at home," I insisted.
Tears filled her eyes as she nodded, "You all been a Godsend to us, you know that? I ain't never knowed any people as good as you before. Your momma and daddy included."
"Well, I happen to think you're pretty good people too," I said as tears formed in my eyes, "and you've done a wonderful job raising Zeke, he's a fine decent young man."
"Even though he don't like girls..." she stated, then sighed, "it's hard to understand, but then again, seeing how awful my life was mighta turned him that way."
"No, I don't think so. Johnny and I both grew up in what you might call perfect families and we both turned out that way. So, I think people are just born the way they are and that you can't change that no matter how hard you try. It's like the color of your hair or eyes, you don't have any choice over those things, but you do have to learn to live with them."
The kids returned then and we wiped our eyes and delivered the good news. I thought the three were going to tackle us and drag us to the ground, they hugged us so hard, but eventually they settled down and we finalized the plan.
On the way back to the diner where Mrs. Snyder had left her car we talked more about the visit and she promised to call and give us her sister's number once she was settled. I wondered what had prompted her to make this decision in light of what she told us earlier about her sister, but decided she knew what she was doing and anyway the twins would be safe while she explored her other options.
It was a tearful scene back at her car, but eventually after hugs and kisses all around, Mrs. Snyder got in her car and drove away. Zeke and the twins stood outside my car and watched her go, then sadly and slowly got inside and almost instantly the mood seemed to lighten.
This time Zeke rode in back with his brother and sister and enthralled them with tales of his adventures in the big city and reiterated what I'd told them earlier about the wonders Tulsa held in store.
The twins soon ran out of steam and when it suddenly grew quiet I looked back to see both were snuggled up to Zeke, fast asleep. I pulled my camera out of the glove-box and snapped a picture, which Johnny later turned into a beautiful pencil drawing, the likes of which Norman Rockwell would have been proud.
I napped a bit too but woke when we reached the city limits, and soon the twins were awake as well, oohing and ahhing at the sites and bubbling over with enthusiasm. By the time we reached our duplex, the twins were nearly peeing themselves with excitement and when we pulled into the driveway they fell into stunned amazement.
"This...whole thing...is yours?" Charlotte stammered.
"Well, half of it is occupied by a woman and her two sons, and daughter. You'll like them, they're nice people and our friends as well as our tenants."
What's ten...ents?" Joe asked wrinkling his cute nose.
"That means they rent the other side of the duplex," Zeke answered for me.
"Oh, so they pay you money to live there?"
"Yes," I said, though I didn't add, that they got a special rate because they were our friends.
Suddenly Bill and Peter spilled out the front door of their duplex and arrived just as we were climbing out of my car and stretching our legs after the long trip.
"You're home...yaaay! Bill said unabashedly hugging all of us, then seeing Charlotte and Joe he stopped, "hi," he said giving the twins a little wave, "who are you?"
We all laughed, and we made introductions then. Eventually, the boy's mom came out, but as usual his sister was off with her boyfriend. She welcomed the twins with a motherly hug and told them that anytime they needed a momma, she was there for them.
We finally managed to break free of the welcoming committee, promising to see them later. Once inside the twins stood frozen to the spot as they surveyed the living room and the dining room beyond.
"All this is...yours?" Joe asked softly.
Zeke laughed, "Stop being a dumb-head," he teased, "of course it is. Come on, I'll show you my room and the rest of the place."
Johnny and I brought in the luggage then and were unpacking, sorting the clean and dirty clothes when Zeke led his sightseeing tour to our room.
"Robert and Johnny have their own bathroom," Zeke bragged, "so I have my own too, but you can use mine."
"Zeke," I said giving him what I hoped was a stern look.
"Oh, sorry. I mean, it's ours now," he said blushing, "Come on, I'll show ya the backyard. It's neat cause it's combined with the other backyard and we got lots of room to play football and stuff."
I heard them exit out the sliding glass door and I fell down on our bed and sighed.
"Did we do the right thing?"
"Of course we did," Johnny teased, "it was my idea, so it must be good."
I chuckled, "Well, we wanted to be dads, now we have three kids to look after."
"I think we can stand it for a few days," he chuckled falling down beside me. I wonder though, what is Mrs. Snyder up to? She said her sister's place wasn't an option before. I wonder..."
"Maybe she was exaggerating or something. I guess she knows what she's doing, and we'll find out quick enough, I reckon."
"I reckon so, pawdner," Johnny said in a cowboy drawl, "what are we gonna do about dinner? I'm starving, but I'm too tired to cook."
"Pizza!" I exclaimed and Johnny echoed my sentiments. And...as most kids do, the boys loved it.
End Chapter 40
Next: More drama
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Kewl Dad
8-28-2024
**A special thanks to my buddy Michael in NY for his much appreciated help with editing, story ideas, and illustrations. Love ya buddy.
I have updated my story list if you see any missing please let me know.
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