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ROUTE 66 TOUR Copyright 2002 by Tulsa Driller 7. All rights reserved.
This is a story of men who have two common interests. You will see that they love the land where they live and work, but it is also the story of young men who love other men and their coming of age in a culture of prejudice and misunderstanding. It is a story, which deals with difficult and often disturbing issues but, nonetheless, issues which must be confronted in today's world.
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Route 66 Tour Chapter 4
I must have died when I went to sleep. The next thing I knew is that I had to pee. Raising up enough to peer at the clock it was 5:30. We had changed positions during the night and he was lying with his chest against my back, one arm above my head and the other wrapped around my chest. I detached myself and slipped into the bathroom to empty my bladder. I don't know if I awakened A.J., but before I was finished he was standing beside me to do the same. There was a nightlight in the bathroom so we didn't have to turn on a bright light to see what we were doing.
We went back to bed and this time I lay behind him and put my arm around him. He wiggled around and wanted my left arm under his neck. I didn't think it was all that comfortable for either of us, but we both must have gone back to sleep quickly.
The next thing I was aware of was that someone was tickling my groin and trailing their fingers through my pubic hair, down around my balls and up my pole, which was hard. About the same time, I felt lips against mine. I guess that after we went back to sleep, A.J. had turned to lay on his other side, facing me. What a pleasant way to wake up. Since he was already awake, I couldn't tease him to consciousness, but I found his toybox and played with all the toys in turn.
His mouth found mine and I was surprised that neither of us seemed to have morning breath. Wow! What a way to wake up.
He announced that he had to pee so we both got up to go to the bathroom. This time we had our usual "pissing contest" like little boys. Then we washed our faces and brushed our teeth just to get something a little more fresh in our mouths.
Then back to bed where we just enjoyed playing with each other, rubbing fingers through all the hair we had on our bodies, kissing each other all over and licking nipples. We both began to get pretty stimulated, as we were each leaking a small amount of precum. It was a relaxing way to start the day and we stayed in bed for almost an hour before deciding to get up for juice and coffee.
We followed our hardons to the kitchen, where they pointed out the coffeepot and the refrigerator. I was thinking that I'd wished I'd known it was okay for guys to do stuff like this with each other when I was in high school.
I got the carton of orange juice out of the refrigerator and filled glasses while A.J. set up to make a full pot of coffee. I badly wanted to distract him by standing behind him and nuzzling his ears, but decided to let him finish the coffee.
When he turned around I handed him a glass of juice. The kitchen clock said it was 9 a.m.
"Is that clock right?" I asked.
"Should be. The microwave and oven clocks all say the same."
"I had fun waking up this morning," I told him.
"Me too, it's fun to have someone in bed to sleep with. Then when you get tired of sleeping you can play with them."
"My thoughts exactly," I answered.
"I'd better call grandmother and see what's she's decided about today," he said, picking up the phone on the kitchen counter. As soon as she answered the phone, he put it on speaker and hung up.
Laura must have caller I.D. because she said, "Good morning, A.J. I thought you guys were going to sleep all day. Did you fellows have a good night's sleep?"
I was surprised that he had put the speakerphone on, but guess it was so he could get out sweet rolls and coffee mugs while he talked to her. "Yes, grandmother, the best nights sleep in a long time. We started to watch a movie, but it wasn't interesting and we both went to sleep."
"I'm so glad both of you could take me to dinner last night. It was a very enjoyable evening for me."
She apparently didn't realize that both of us could hear her or talk to her because her next comment was, " I sure like David and I know you do, too. You'd better hang on to this guy, A.J., he's good for you," she said.
It was a good thing I was sitting on one of the bar stools at the counter, because I was sure my knees would have given out at that point. I was sitting there with my mouth hanging agape as it was. A.J. looked at me and gave me a thumbs-up sign.
"Yes, grandmother, he is special and I like him a lot and he'll be glad to know you think so, too."
"I know he's quite a bit older than you, but you've never had a man in your life that you could look up to and who would be there when you needed him. God knows, your father never was. Just make him as happy as he seems to be making you."
At this point I didn't know what to do. I was sitting there with tears running down my cheeks and was almost to the point of gasping for breath. This woman was something else.
"We like each other... a lot. We'll just have to see how this goes," A.J. told her.
"Well, tell David that I like him and approve of the two of you being together."
"I don't have to, grandmother, you've been on the speakerphone and we've both heard everything you've said."
"A.J., you little imp. Shame on you for doing that without telling me. Well, I don't guess I need to say anything more, except, "Good morning, David. I hope you aren't too shocked at what I just had to say."
I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself. "Good morning to you, Laura. Thank you for the confidence you've just expressed in me. I guess I'm a little shocked because I honestly didn't know how much you knew or suspected."
"I know that when I see the two of you look at each other, I see love in your eyes... and in A.J.'s, too. You are good for him and I suspect he's good for you, too."
"Thank you, Laura. He's a very special person. There certainly will be a lot of things for us to work out should we try to make a go of being together as a couple."
"I know that you both can do it and I want to talk to the two of you together before you go home tomorrow. You have my support and I know that my son and daughter won't give you any trouble, but we need to figure out how to handle the three vultures that are married to my grand- daughters."
"Grandmother, our breakfast is ready. Have you decided about going with us today?"
"I don't think I will. You have a lot to talk about. Why don't you come over for drinks about 5:30 this evening and I'll make dinner reservations for us somewhere. You check in later to find out where we've going so you will know how to dress."
"Ok, we'll call you about 4 o'clock. Bye grandmother."
"Goodbye, Laura," I responded, still in shock.
"Goodbye to both of you. I'll look forward to this evening." With that she hung up.
As A.J. shut off the speakerphone, I said, "My God, A.J. I can't believe the conversation we just had.
He brought me a mug of coffee and leaned in for a kiss, which I returned with enthusiasm.
"She just gave us permission to get married," I laughed, still unable to believe it.
"Grandmother isn't dumb about this. I told you that I'd told her I was gay a long time ago. She accepted it and there never has been any pressure to 'carry on the family name' by her or my parents. She and I had a long talk on Saturday after I took her to the grocery store and beauty shop. She didn't have any objection to the fact that you were coming over here to spend some time. In fact she encouraged it and that's part of the reason for going to her place for cocktails and then someplace super nice for dinner on Saturday night. She wanted a chance to get to know you a little better. And believe me... you passed her test with flying colors."
"Well, I'm going to have to think about this. And... young man... WE have a lot to talk about. We only met each other on Wednesday noon. It's only Monday morning and we've slept with each other four nights. That's moving very quickly."
"I know, ain't love grand?" he teased.
"Yes, it's very grand... or to quote the song title, 'Love is A Many Splendored Thing', but we have some reality to talk about, too.
A.J. was putting some sweet rolls on a plate so they could be warmed in the microwave. I had drunk about half my coffee and he refilled my mug after putting the rolls in to warm. The microwave dinged as he finished topping up his cup. He got the plate out and sat it on the counter where we could both reach it and laid down napkins and forks for each of us.
He set his cup down, walked up behind me, putting his arms around my chest and whispered in my ear, "I love you, I really do."
I put my cup down, swiveled the stool around and gave him a fat, juicy kiss. "Not half as much as I do you."
"I love you more..."
"And I love you more... and within a half hour we could be up in the trillions... but I really do love you... a lot!"
We exchanged another kiss and squeezed the other's hands. A.J. sat beside me and we each ate two of the small cinnamon rolls. The food and coffee tasted especially good this morning. Maybe that's because I was with my man, the guy who I loved and he loved me back.
It was nice just to sit and hold hands, drinking our coffee, each of us lost in our thoughts, but enjoying being together.
I got up to get the coffeepot and as I was filling A.J.'s cup, I asked, "So what do you want to do today?"
"Let's go shave and shower, then put on casual clothes. I was thinking about going to the Myriad Gardens and then we can get a bite of lunch. I want you choose something for this afternoon."
"How about going to Bricktown for lunch and then look around there? I've not been to many of the shops there, and they may not be open because today is Labor Day," I said. "We could go to the Classen Street Pottery, I think there are a lot of little shops around there, too."
"Sounds fine with me. Let's just play it by ear and see what's open and what we feel like doing," A.J. proposed.
"Do you still want to see about getting a nipple ring?" I asked.
"Hey, I'd forgotten about that. Let me get the phone book."
He found several tattoo parlors and a couple of them were close to where we were going to be both morning and afternoon. He jotted the names and addresses on a pad.
"We just need to make sure they are clean and that they have a license," I reminded him.
We unloaded the dishwasher from last night and he put things away while I rinsed the things we had just used and put them in to wash later.
We exchanged a kiss and headed up the stairs to shave and shower. He was ahead of me so I could play with his hairy butt cheeks again.
It was already 9:30 and we were just getting the day started. And... what a day it had been so far. This sweet little grandmother had just told me that it was okay that her grandson and I were banging each other senseless and hoped we would continue. Well... not in those exact words, but you get the point... I was still somewhat in shock because if she even acknowledged the relationship, I didn't think she would be happy with it. After all I was 9 years old than A.J.'s father. Quite the opposite, she thought he needed a man he could look up to, one who would support him in his endeavors.
In the bathroom, we each proceeded to soap and lather our faces in preparation for shaving. We each had a heavy growth of stubble, both of us probably needed to shave again if we were dressing up to go out of an evening. I had never been able to use an electric razor with any success, but hadn't tried for 25 years, either. A.J. used the same kind of blades I used, a double Gillette cartridge and we each made short work of scraping our faces.
Now it was time to play in his shower again. I'd never lived anywhere that I could have something like this and it was fun to shower with someone and play around. We kissed, poked, prodded, rubbed, tickled, soaped, rinsed and started over again with each other.
I gave him a deep kiss, which he returned with gusto. "Your grandmother may think you are a little imp, and indeed you have a little imp tattooed on your groin, but I think you're a big, hunky, hairy ape and I love apes. And besides, you're cuter than J. Fred Muggs."
He laughed. "J. Fred Muggs was a chimpanzee. There's a difference you know? he said, rolling those beautiful brown eyes at me and smiling.
"Well, he was furry all over, too... AND adorable, just like you.
He turned his lip down and pouted. "Would you love me if I shaved all the hair off my body?"
"DON'T YOU DARE!!" I told him. "I like you just the way you are." With that I pinched both of his nipples -- hard!
"Ouch!" he flinched and then did the same to me while driving his tongue down my throat. "You get as good as you give," he teased. Our tit play became tongue play which is much more sensuous to me. Not that I object to it, I just don't get as turned on by it. And the tongue play was turning me on even further than I already was.
By the time we finally got through playing with each other in the shower, it was after 10 o'clock, not that we had to be anywhere on a certain schedule, but it was fun just to be relaxed and enjoy being with each other.
It didn't take us long to dry our hair and apply deodorant and cologne. I had a small bottle of Aramis in my toiletry kit and used that. Twenty years before every queen wore Aramis, now most stores didn't carry it and no one knew what the scent was. A.J. was one of those people. He inhaled it. "I love that, what is it?" he asked.
"It's called Aramis and they used to make several different scents. I don't know if you can even find it anymore. This bottle has to be at least 20 years old."
He hadn't put any cologne on yet. "Do you care if I smell like you today?" he teased.
"Be my guest. Cologne doesn't smell the same on any two people anyway. I also wear Givenchy ? (Pi) but it smells different on you than me. I can't wear Grey Flannel in the summer time because my skin is too oily, but I get along fine in the cooler weather."
"Thank you Madame Curie for my class in Chemistry 101," he snickered. "Now let me have the bottle of Aramis."
I loved this guy. He was so much fun to be around and I knew he felt the same about me.
It didn't take us long to pull on the few clothes we were wearing today. Boxes, shorts, pullovers, socks and athletic shoes. We were ready to leave the house and I picked up my camera case as we left his bedroom. I let A.J. drive his car since he knew his way around the city better than me. I knew how to find the places we were going, but not the best routes to take to get there in the least time.
The Myriad Botanic Gardens were right downtown. I loved the place was you enter on the south end where it is like a tropical rain forest with water falls and heavy, lush foliage like a jungle. As you progress to the north end, the climate becomes drier until you are in a desert environment at the end. It is well laid out and a pleasure to go there. The architecture of the building is unique, as it appears to be a large, round steel tube, which is about 20 feet above a street, giving the appearance of a walkway between buildings. It is certainly an asset to help draw people to the downtown area.
We spent about an hour inside and I was glad that I'd remembered to bring my camera this time.
The next stop was Bricktown and we went to Aubelo's for lunch. This is an up-scale Mexican Restaurant, complete with white linen tablecloths and napkins. The prices are very reasonable and the food good. We each had two of their giant Margueritas. Like their restaurant in Tulsa, this one had good-looking, friendly male waiters. We each had different combination plate for our meal.
We wandered through some of the stores and shops. All seemed to be open, but not too many people in the area today. I'm sure that the lakes and campgrounds were full, though. We each bought little items in several of the stores, but nothing of any significance.
The next stop was on Classen Street, the pottery company. Again, a lot of little shops, but these were more of the "boutique" style, selling a wider variety and price range of goods. We had a good time looking and browsing in the various stores.
The tattoo parlors were in the area and close enough we could walk to two of them. It was a beautiful day to be out and we enjoyed the sunshine. The first place wasn't open, but the second was and looked clean. We went inside and were met by a young man who was wearing a very loose cropped tank top had a lot of tattoos on his body. I don't know why he even bothered with the shirt. He also had several earrings, a ring through his eyebrow and one in his navel.
He sounded very polite as he asked, "May I help you?"
Before A.J. could say anything, I spoke up and said, "Yes, I want to get a Prince Albert for my slave here and I want a long heavy chain that I can attach to my belt when I take him out. Kind of like a leash." I had a hard time keeping a straight face when I said that.
I wish I'd taken my camera in the store with me, because A.J. certainly had a Kodak Moment. When he realized what the joke was, he doubled up in laughter and I was right along with him. The clerk didn't know what to do. A.J. decided to get even with me, so when he had regained his composure, he swabbed my tonsils and in a little voice said, "Daddy, I don't want it attached to your belt. I wanna clip it to your tit ring," and with that he gave it a big tug, which bent me over. His mouth followed mine as he pulled us lower.
The clerk was having a Kodak Moment about that time.
When A.J. and I finally came to our senses, he said, "Yes, I want to get a ring for my left nipple. Can you do it today?"
"Oh yes, he replied. It's $35 and that includes a stainless steel ring. We don't recommend putting in other kinds of metal until the wound is healed.
I don't know what had gotten into me today, but I was in a jubilant mood. I looked at A.J. "Oh honey, WOUND sounds so serious. Are you sure you want to do that?"
Poor A.J. He was trying to be serious and was having a hard time doing so. The clerk still acted like he thought we'd just escaped from the funny farm.
Pulling up my shirt and exposing my left nipple, I said, "Is this the type ring you put in?"
"Oh yes, that be replaced later or left as a permanent ring."
I told him what I was looking for in an ornament. "Like a bolt of lightning," I said. He had a gold one exactly like I wanted. It was in two pieces and screwed together in the hole, giving the appearance that it was one piece. I loved it. That would allow me to remove it in situations where a tit decoration might not be appropriate.
Turning to A.J. I said, "Do you like this to replace my ring?"
"Oh yeah, I'd like one like it, too."
I asked the clerk, "Do you have two of these?"
"Yes, but we don't like to put them in a new piercing."
"I understand. Put your standard ring in for him now and then we can take the other with us and change it next week. I'll let you take my ring out so I can put mine in."
"Yes sir," he said. Let me take care of your slave first and then I'll change your ring."
He led us into a back room that had a barber chair in it and indicated that A.J. was to sit down and pull his shirt up so the man could work. He clamped a hemostat behind the nipple to make it stand out and then wiped the skin with whatever they used to clean and deaden the nipple. He got the piercing gizmo out and ready to use. Call me a coward, but I really didn't want to watch this, so turned around. I heard A.J. take a sharp breath, so turned back around in time to see the fellow pull the sleeve out of the hole, leaving the ring in place. He had a pair of special pliers to squeeze the ends against the round bead and was through.
He explained to A.J. about keeping it clean for the first few days, that it might be sore and to move the ring around several times a day, using some rubbing alcohol to prevent infection.
That finished he had me sit down and pried the ring open after he asked me if I wanted to keep it. He had brought the gold ornaments with him and showed me how to manipulate the shaft and screw to put it in and remove it. It took about 30 seconds and we were finished. I was going to pay for the whole thing, but A.J. wouldn't hear of it.
As we left, the clerk handed A.J. a small envelope containing his permanent ornament. We got in the car and instinctively leaned over to kiss each other. No one was around, so we laid the tongue to each other, both getting erect in the process.
"How does it feel?" I asked.
"I can definitely tell it's there, but it doesn't hurt."
"You might have a little blood the first few times you turn it in the hole, but if you hold a cotton ball soaked in rubbing alcohol over it when you do it, it will keep it clean and will heal quickly."
As we drove down the street, A.J. said, "I about lost it when you told the guy I was getting a Prince Albert and chain. How could you be so mean to me?" he asked, his eyes sparkling.
"Well the clerk didn't know if he had two kooks in the store or if we were for real, did he?"
"That's what I love about you. You can look perfectly circumspect and then come out with a line like that," he said.
"I wish I had a picture of your face when I said that. It was priceless, and so was the expression on the clerk's face."
He took me hand to his lips and kissed it. "I love you, but I hope you already know that."
I moved both hands to my lips, repeated the gesture and said, "I love you, too, A.J."
We arrived back at the family residence about 4:15 and A.J. called his grandmother to see about dinner that evening. I heard him end the conversation, "Okay, we'll be there about 5:30. We love you, too." as he hung up.
"Grandmother wants to go to a French restaurant called Tiffin's Bistro tonight. She's been there and thinks it's great. I know it's gotten good reviews in the restaurant column of the paper."
"Sounds fine to me."
"She said we didn't need jackets, but asked us to wear dress shirts and ties."
"Whatever makes her happy, that's not going to injure either of us. Would she be more happy if we wore jackets?"
"Let's do. I know she would love it."
"Fine," I said, stealing a kiss.
Although we hadn't really gotten too warm that afternoon we decided that since we were dressing for dinner, a shower would be in order. We went upstairs.
As we walked into A.J.'s room, I put my camera by the door and followed him to the center of the room.
He turned around and we gathered the other in our arms, exchanging kisses. I heard the "little boy" voice again. "Daddy, can I look at your new decoration? Please... please... Daddy?"
I started laughing, getting into my role in this little game. In a deep voice I said, "Well, son, as soon as you show me where your Prince Albert ring is going to go," and started unzipping his shorts.
He was so tickled by my response that it was the end of the game. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in for a toe-tingling kiss, which left me with a hardon. The whole time I was unfastening his shorts and letting them drop on the floor. Reaching through the fly on his boxers, I massaged his cock as it hardened.
It seemed like it was only seconds before we were both naked except for our sport shoes -- which were not appropriate for this sport of sex, but we managed. Unfortunately we didn't have time to play with each other on the bed, but we broke away from each other to remove our shoes and socks and went to the shower.
We didn't have time to play around except to soap each other up and rinse off so we could get out of the shower. We couldn't be late for cocktails at Laura's house. Besides what we had just done would make us more eager for a prolonged playtime later.
Getting dry was a priority and we actually managed to keep our hands off each other. We dried our hair and combed it into place. A.J. wanted to wear the Aramis cologne again and I borrowed some of his Givenchy ? (Pi) which was really my current favorite, regardless of which of us wore it.
We each put on a suit this evening and again, we looked like a handsome couple. After all, we were.
A.J. drove his mother's Lincoln as it was easier for Laura to get in and out of.
(to be continued) * * * * * Author's Note: This is my second attempt at gay fiction, and the only way I can learn whether or not I should continue is from my readers' feedback. I would appreciate your comments, criticism, suggestions, and anything else that you would care to say. All Email will be answered. If you wish to receive e-mail notification of subsequent posting, please let me know by sending your request to the e-mail address below. Contact me at: tulsadriller7@aol.com
Thanks for the overwhelming response to previous chapters. I received positive replies from all over the world. My special thanks to RW, whom I've known for many years and value his suggestions. Also for the proofreading help of Paul Daventon, author of "Turning the Page" found in the "Adult-Friends" section of Nifty. Please read it.