Roy and Me

Roy and Me

By Vic James

Copyright 2012 by Vic James

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"I've got a date, honey," my mom said. She was putting on make-up.

"Really? Is it anyone I know?"

"No. You haven't met him yet. I met him at the Food Bank. He was a client. He has a job now though."

"What's his name?"

"Roy Davis."

"Will I meet him?"

"Of course! He's picking me up here."

"He is a little younger than me. He's twenty-six."

My mom was very pretty. She had me when she had just turned sixteen. She and my dad got married while they were both still in high school. She was thirty two and my dad had been dead three years when she met Roy at the Food Bank where she worked.

"Be nice to him, Dig. I really like him."

"I will."

"Your supper is on a plate in the fridge. I don't know what time I will be home. Please do not burn the house down." I laughed.

"Darn! There go my plans for the evening." Mom laughed.

My mom arranged her brown hair that she always said was blond. Then she got up and turned to me.

"How do I look?"

"You look great!"

She kissed me. "Thank you."

She coughed twice and I frowned. "Does he have insurance?"

My mom laughed. "That is definitely not a first date question. 'So Roy, do you like to fish? Do you have health insurance?'" I laughed.

"Yes. Second date for sure."

Mom sighed. "Maybe third, if I'm that lucky."

"Hey! He is the lucky one!"

"Thank you."

The doorbell rang. My mom left her room and walked to the front door. I didn't know what to do. Should I say hello and disappear? Or would that make me seem unfriendly? On the other hand, he wasn't going on a date with me! He would want to be alone with Mom. This was my mom's first date since my dad died, and I didn't want to mess it up.

"Come on, Dig!" my mom said.

I followed her to the living room. She opened the door and Roy smiled. I don't exactly remember what happened next. I knew I was wearing old clothes and was barefoot. I remember being embarrassed about that. Mostly I stared at Roy.

Roy. How can I describe him as I saw him that first instant? He was tall. I found out later he is six-three. He had a thick black horseshoe mustache, although I didn't know that that was what it was called at the time. He had short black hair and big black eyebrows. He was wearing a long-sleeved white shirt and I could see hair from his chest peeking out the top. He walked in the room.

"Why is your mouth open, Dig?"

"What?" I closed it.

"Roy, this is my son Dig. Short for Diggory."

I smiled and said, "As in Higgory, Diggory, Dog. The mouse ran after the frog."

Roy burst out laughing. He walked up and shook my hand while he was still laughing.

"I'm pleased to meet you. And thank you. I have never, ever laughed so hard on a first date! As a matter of fact, I threw up after the first one." I laughed.

"He keeps me laughing!" Mom said.

"Sit Roy. Please."

I stared at him. I thought he was unbelievably handsome. I wasn't sure why. He looked like someone you might see at the grocery store. But he filled the room and I couldn't take my eyes off him. He was very hairy and at that minute, I realized I liked hairy men. And especially hairy men with horseshoe mustaches who looked like Roy. He had hair on the backs of his hands. I wished he wasn't wearing a long-sleeved shirt. I wanted to see more of him.

"So Dig, do you hate high school as much as I did?"

"I am pretty sure I do."

"Yeah, I know how kids are. Evil, rotten!" He said. I laughed.

"Except me. I'm only rotten at home. I pretend to be nice at school."

"Don't believe him," Mom said.

"Where are you two going?" I asked.

"Dinner and a movie." I nodded.

"We should go," Roy said. "I am sure I will see you again, Dig."

"Good! Have fun!"

They left. I went in my room and jerked off. Roy's image filled my mind. I imagined him slowly opening his shirt, revealing his hairy chest. I imagined running my fingers through the hair. When I came, I was so excited that the cum landed on my forehead and I laughed. I was hornier than I had ever been. I beat off two more times before I went to sleep.

The next morning, I got up to use the bathroom. Roy walked out of the bathroom wearing just a pair of briefs.

"Your mouth is open again," he said, grinning. I closed it. He walked up to me. "I hope you don't mind that I stayed over."

I was having trouble breathing. That was how good he looked to me. He was built. His arms were very muscular and had black hair on them. His biceps...I wondered what you had to do to make them bulge like that. I could see his chest was just as muscular under the hair.

"No, Roy. I am glad you are here."

"You're sure?"

"Yes. She may be my mom, but I know she's pretty and she's been lonely since Dad died."

Roy nodded. "Your mom is just getting up. I should get dressed."

"Are you going to stay for breakfast?"

"Um. Your mother hasn't invited me to eat."

"I am. I will even cook it."

"You can cook?"

"Yeah. How about pancakes and bacon?"

He grinned at me. Thanks, buddy."

"Do you drink coffee?"

"Yeah."

"I'll fix some."

Roy put his hand on my shoulder and smiled. Then he walked away. I could feel where he touched me for the rest of the day.

Roy thanked me so much for breakfast that I finally asked him to stop. He stayed for lunch, too.

After lunch, my mom went to the grocery store and I was alone with Roy. We sat on the sofa and talked.

"What do you do, Roy?"

"I knit socks."

"No wonder my mom likes you. You are useful! Mom has to buy me new ones every ten years." Roy laughed and I did, too.

"I work at Peterson Automotive, just down the street. I'm a mechanic."

"That's even more useful!"

"Yes. I like to be used," he said. I laughed.

"You will never know how nervous I was about meeting you," Roy said.

"Yes, I will. You just told me." Roy laughed.

"That's true. Never mind."

"I can imagine, though. Really. I was nervous, too. What if Mom was crazy about someone who didn't like me?"

"Yeah. I didn't think about that.

"I really like your mom."

"I really like you." I didn't mean to say that, but Roy seemed pleased.

"Your mom told me you are gay."

"Oh."

"I don't think badly of you. As a matter of fact, you are zooming up near the top on my favorite people list."

"Thank you."

"If you ever need me to beat up any classmates, let me know."

"How many are you willing to actually kill?" Roy laughed.

"Three is my limit."

"But there are forty who must die! Do you have a brother with a machine gun who could help?"

"No. I don't have anyone. And my machine gun is being painted. I got tired of pink." We both laughed.

"What do you think of Mom?"

"I think I am in love."

I smiled. "Really?"

"Yes, really," he said, nodding.

"I'm so glad." I paused. "Who with?" Roy laughed hard.

"Your mom wanted us to have a heart to heart talk."

"I don't know, Roy. It sounds dangerous. I know you are a mechanic, but we really need a surgeon, I think." Roy laughed. "I don't know about heart to heart, but I like you and I am glad you will be around. I feel really comfortable around you."

"Thank you, Dig."

"But are you sure it's love? You've just been on one date."

"I've been visiting your mom at work almost every day. I wanted to have a job before I took her out. It's hard to have much of a date when you are broke."

"Oh. Well, I can see that."

"Is there anyone at school that you like?"

"No. There isn't any point, anyway. People would find out and I don't even want to think about what they would say." Roy nodded.

We talked for a while and I started to fall in love. He was gorgeous and sweet. I knew I shouldn't feel that way about him, but what could I do?

Mom came home and wanted to talk to me.

"Tell me the truth. Do you like Roy?"

"I like him a lot, Mom."

She looked relieved. "He is so sweet. I wondered if I had blinders on."

"I don't know him that well, but I feel the same."

"Are you upset at all about him spending the night?"

"I wouldn't be upset if you married him, if you love him, that is. I want you to be happy." Mom hugged me. "You could do a lot worse, Mom."

"You are right there."

"Why did you never mention him? He said he's been visiting you at work."

"Because if he didn't get a job, he was said he was going to leave town and try to get a job somewhere else. I thought there was an excellent chance there was no future for us." I nodded.

Mom invited Roy to have dinner and spend the night. Roy had to go to his apartment for clothes. He asked me if I wanted to go with him.

"Sure!"

We got in his old Ford truck and drove to a crummy apartment complex.

"It isn't much, I know. I have a job now, though and I can afford somewhere better."

"You are moving in with us, aren't you?"

Roy stared at me. "Did your mother say something?"

"I just guessed. Mom and I both like you. I expect you'll be there for breakfast tomorrow, and then lunch and then, and then, and then..."

He sighed. "I wouldn't mind. I am just afraid some other man will find out about your mom. She is pretty wonderful."

"I know."

"There aren't a lot of pretty, genuinely nice girls that aren't married."

"I believe you."

"And when you make a list of all the pretty girls who aren't married who like me, there are only about two hundred thousand."

"And you would waste too much time interviewing all of them."

"Exactly! And that's time that I could be spending knitting your next pair of colorful socks." he said. I chuckled. "Do you like purple, Dig?" I laughed hard.

The bushes around his building were dead and there was a tire sitting on the grass. There was a lot of broken glass on the sidewalk, too.

We went into his apartment. It was horrible. "You should move in with us," I told him. Roy laughed.

"I think it would be better if your mom asked."

"You can sleep in my room if she doesn't agree. There's another twin bed. We'll work on making her change her mind in our spare time." Roy hugged me. I hugged him back and didn't want it to ever end.

"You deserve better than this, Roy."

"Thank you, Dig."

While Roy gathered clothes, I saw he had a set of weights. That's where he got his muscles. I looked at some photos on a table. One was a shot of Roy in a swimsuit. My dick got hard instantly. Well, harder anyway.

"I know I'm not much to look at," he said, over my shoulder.

"I think you are."

"Zoom!" he said. I laughed.

"What was that?"

"That was you hitting number one on my favorite people list."

"I think I should hover around number two."

"Your mom?"

"Yes." He nodded and smiled at me.

"As long as you can Hoover, do you want to do the carpet?" I laughed. Again!

He had his stuff in a clothes basket. "You ready?" he asked.

"Sure."

"You gonna take that?"

"What?"

"The picture."

"Oh." I forgot I had it. I wanted it, but I put it down.

We left and went back to our apartment.

After dinner, she and Roy went in her bedroom and a few minutes later, I heard her laugh really loud.

"Dig?" she called.

I went into her room.

"Roy told me you beat me to it. Asking Roy to move in." I smiled.

"Yes, I did." I looked down. I wanted to say I couldn't bear the thought of him living in that awful apartment, but I wasn't sure I should.

"So you are OK with it, honey?"

"Sure, Mom. I told you I like Roy, although he gave me a quarter to say that." Roy laughed.

"I did not!"

"Mom knows only every third word out of my mouth is true." We all laughed.

"Is that all, Mom?"

"Yes, baby."

I went in my room and sat on my bed. I looked at the floor. I was happy, and worried, and maybe a little jealous. I sighed. No, I was a lot jealous.

"Dig?"

I looked up and Roy was standing at my door.

"Yeah?"

"You seem sad. Is everything all right?"

"No, I mean yes." I looked at him and smiled. "Things will be different now. Better, I hope. But it's big, you know?"

Roy sat on the bed next to me. "I know exactly what you mean. I'm a little scared, too." He put his arm around me and I leaned against him.

"It will be fine, I'm sure. I am glad, Roy."

"You know, Dig. I feel like the luckiest man in the world. I love your mom and I think I love you almost as much. You two are a lot alike." He got up and left the room. I sighed. It was true. We were both even in love with the same man.

A month later, Mom and Roy married. Things were great. All three of us were happy. I got lots of chances to see Roy wearing very little, and although I never saw his dick, I could see his briefs were full. I wondered if he knew why I went in my room and locked the door every time I saw him almost naked. I was jerking off more and more, and always while I thought about Roy. I had no plans to ever tell him the way I felt. He was Mom's husband and that was exactly how I wanted it. I just wanted Roy's twin brother.

One day Roy told me to call him "Papa Roy" and every time I said it, I burst out laughing.

Roy and I did things together. We wanted to and Mom did, too. The two of us went to movies and we always had fun. I didn't have any close friends and Roy became my best friend. I opened up to him and told him things I never told anyone else.

"My grandmother used to love me so much."

"That's not hard to understand."

"It all ended when Mom told her I am gay."

"Oh, Dig."

"Whenever she sees me now, she frowns."

"I wish I could take your pain away. Just remember that your mom and I love you." I leaned my head on him.

"I guess three people is too much to ask."

"I think you should feel sorry for her."

I looked at him.

"She had a loving, wonderful grandson and she pushed him aside. Besides, I'm glad, in a way."

"Why?"

"You and I get to spend more time together."

I leaned my head on him. "Thanks, Roy."

Mom's cough that she had for so long refused to go away. Roy didn't have health insurance, unfortunately, but between the two of us, we convinced Mom to go to the doctor.

When I got home from school, she was sitting at the kitchen table. I walked in and kissed her.

"How did it go? Did you get a prescription?"

Mom sighed. "No. Sit down, baby."

I was worried. I sat.

"They did x-rays. It isn't good."

My stomach fell. "What you mean?"

"I have cancer." I stared at her. She sighed. "I think I knew. I feel bad all over. I didn't want to say anything, though."

"What are they going to do?"

"Nothing."

I heard a rushing noise and I got dizzy. Dad died of cancer. I knew just what 'nothing' meant. It meant it was too late.

"Oh, Mom!"

"Do you want to live with your grandmother or with Roy?"

"What?" I started crying.

"Do you have a preference?"

I hugged her. Please don't die, I said silently.

"I don't know, Mom. Let me think about it. No! Wait. Roy. Gran doesn't even like me."

"She loves you, Dig."

There was a lot of crying that night. She had lung and breast cancer and it had spread everywhere. None of us could believe how fast.things went. By the end of the following week, Mom was noticeably thinner and looked sick. A little over a month later, Mom was in hospice.

Mom wanted Roy to adopt me because I wanted to live with him. I just couldn't deal with my grandmother. But I couldn't agree to let Roy adopt me. I didn't want Roy as a father. I was going to be seventeen in a couple of weeks and I didn't think of him that way. I was in love with him, but I couldn't tell him that. Roy took it personally. He kept asking me why not and I couldn't say. He somehow became convinced I didn't like him. I kept telling him I did like him and that I liked him very much. I didn't know what to do or say.

Finally, one evening right before bed, the day before Mom died, I walked into their room. Roy was in bed crying. That was what we did then. Cry in the kitchen, cry in the bathroom, and cry until we fell asleep.

"Roy, I need to talk to you."

"What?" he asked, sharply. I closed my eyes and fought back more tears. Our relationship had crumbled and it was my fault.

"I want to tell you why I don't want you to adopt me."

Roy sat up. "Go on."

"I love you, Roy. That's why."

He looked confused. "I don't understand."

I closed my eyes. I decided, if he hated me, I would live with my grandmother. "I'm in love with you. That's why. I can't be in love with my father! You are only nine years older than me and you are absolutely my best friend. Would you want your best friend to adopt you?"

He stared at me. "That's why?"

"Yes."

I was sitting on the bed and he pulled me close. "I had all these reasons in my head and none of them could have been further from the truth. That's why you asked me to move in."

"Yes. I couldn't bear the thought of someone as wonderful as you in that awful apartment."

"I was afraid I was losing both of you, Dig. The two people I love."

"I'm sorry. I was afraid to tell you how I feel. I was afraid you would be like my grandmother and I just couldn't bear to have you hate me."

"Oh, Dig." Roy sighed. "I will never hate you. But you do know I don't feel that way about you, right?"

"Of course. I'm in love with you but we aren't lovers and we never will be. I know you're straight."

"I thought you thought I wasn't good enough for you."

"I think you are the most wonderful person in the world. I was so afraid you would hate me if I told you the real reason. Then I wouldn't have anybody. I didn't know what to do."

"Dig." He hugged me.

"Do you understand why it just seemed wrong to me?"

"Yes, I do. But what are we going to do?"

"Do you still want to let me live with you?"

"Dig! Of course! What if your grandmother wants custody?"

"Let's not worry about that until it happens. I will tell her I want to live here with you. You are my stepfather. I will keep telling her." Roy nodded.

"Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me."

I hugged him. "You're welcome."

After the funeral, our relationship was back to normal. Except there was no laughter. I missed it, but it just seemed wrong to laugh or to try to make Roy laugh when everything was so sad.

Two days after the funeral, my grandmother called while Roy was at work.

"Dig, I would like you to come live with me."

"Gran, I want to live with Roy. He agreed. He wants me to live with him. You and I... It just isn't..."

"I know what you are going to say. We have drifted apart. I know that. I also know it's my fault. I was raised in a very strict religious household and that's just how it was. I spoke to a psychiatrist and a priest. I realize I was wrong to treat it like something you could change just by trying. Dig, you are all I have left. I can't lose you, too. Please, Dig."

I really wanted to live with Roy, but I loved her, too. I knew she was lonely. I knew what I wanted, but I didn't know what was best. I really missed my mom. She was the one who always helped me with tough questions.

"Can you give me a little time?"

"Yes, Dig. Honey, I want you to come of your free will, but the law will be on my side in a custody battle."

I sighed. "I will call you back when I have given it some thought." I hung up.

When Roy got home, I hugged him as soon as he walked in the door. Then I started crying.

"What's wrong?"

"My grandmother called. She wants me to move in with her."

"Oh, Dig."

"If I wasn't so stupid, you would have adopted me." I hugged him, as I cried. Then he started crying. We hugged each other for a while.

"You will still see me, Dig. As a matter of fact, why don't you see if she will let you spend weekends with me?"

I looked up at him. "That's a good idea." I sighed. "Maybe she will. Only, I want to spend all my time with you. But I guess it's my own fault."

"Don't beat yourself up. You had a good reason."

"I love you, Roy." I hugged him tighter. "I am going to be lonely and miserable."

Roy sighed and said, "Me, too. Dig, if I had the money, I would fight for you. I don't though. I wish like hell that I did."

There didn't seem to be anything I could do, except hope I would continue seeing Roy at least some of the time.

I called my grandmother.

"Gran, would you be willing to let me stay weekends with Roy?"

"I don't know, Dig."

"You would have me five days a week."

"How about if you spent Saturday with him?"

"Could he pick me up Friday night and bring me back Sunday morning?"

She didn't say anything for a while. Finally, she said, "I suppose that would be fine."

"Thanks, Gran."

"You are welcome, Dig. When do you want to bring your things over here?"

It was Thursday night. "How about Sunday morning?"

"Saturday would be better."

"OK. Saturday. I will see you then."

"Do you need any help with your things?"

"No. Roy can put everything in his truck."

"I will see you Saturday."

"Bye."

I walked into the living room and sat next to Roy.

"What did she say?"

"She said you could pick me up Friday evening and bring me back Sunday morning."

Roy sighed. "I guess that's better than nothing."

I started crying and he pulled me over and held me. I could hear him crying, too.

Saturday morning, we loaded my things in Roy's truck. We drove to her house and unloaded my things in my mother's old room. It was nice to know I was sleeping in her old bed. After I put away my clothes, I gave Roy the phone number.

"I'm going to miss you so much, Roy."

"I will miss you every second, Dig."

We hugged and cried. Then Roy left, and I could hear Gran crying in another room. It struck me that I had Roy after the funeral, but Gran was here crying all alone. That was so incredibly sad. At that moment, I realized that she didn't just want me there, she needed me. That made me feel much better about being there. I wanted to be with Roy, but I did love her. I went and found her in the den. She wiped her face. I sat next to her and took her hand.

"I am so glad you are here, Dig."

"I know, Gran. It's good that you won't be alone."

"I love you, Dig."

"I love you."

Roy called me about an hour later, and we talked for a while.

My grandmother is a great cook. Much better than Mom was. I wanted to learn how to cook more things. I knew how to fix a few things, but I wanted to know more. When she was cooking, she would tell me what she was doing, and why.

My grandmother's house was only three blocks from my high school. That was nice. It meant I didn't have to take the bus. That Monday was my first day back in school. I had missed the previous week because of Mom and the funeral. You wouldn't think there could possibly be anything good about your mother dying, but I discovered one thing. Everyone was nice to me. Everyone! Jocks on the football team stopped to say hello. The guys who used to make fun of me told me how sorry they were about my mom. Kids I didn't know or recognize knew my name and said hello.

One guy on the football team, Dan stopped to talk to me after school.

"Dig, I feel so terrible about what happened. I keep thinking it could happen to me. I used to really dislike my dad, but now I'm afraid of losing him. I cry about your situation sometimes. I don't think I could handle it half as well as you." I was shocked. Dan had always been fairly friendly, and I thought he was a hunk, but it never occurred to me that he cared anything about me.

"Thanks, Dan. That means a lot to me. I.I feel very alone." Dan hugged me and I could tell he was crying. That started me crying.

"Damn!" I said. I looked up at him. He was taller than me. "Once I start crying, I have trouble stopping. I.prefer to do my crying alone."

If I was shocked by Dan's heart to heart talk, it wasn't anything compared to how I felt next. He looked up and down the hall and then he kissed me.

He grinned at me. "I thought that might help stop the tears." I gasped and stared at him.

"Yeah, yeah. It worked!" I started laughing and then he did, too.

"I like you, Dig. Maybe too much. Do you think you might want to hang out this evening?"

I smiled at him. "If you like me too much now, wouldn't that be a bad idea?"

He smiled, shyly and I think something in my heart opened up. "It's only too much if it bothers you, Dig."

"I would really love it, Dan. I mean that. Sitting around in my grandmother's house is depressing all by itself."

"Is it a date, Dig?"

"I hope it's a date, Dan." He grinned.

"Can I pick you up at seven?"

"Yes. I can't wait."

"We can decide where we will eat when I pick you up."

Dan hugged me again. "I'll see you then." He started to walk off.

"Don't you want to know where I live?"

"I already know. Sycamore Street, right?"

"Yeah." I smiled.

I smiled a lot the rest of the afternoon. I wondered if my mom had helped send him my way.

Gran was not happy about me going out, but she didn't try to stop me.

"I suppose I should have expected you would do things with your friends. Don't stay out late."

"I won't Gran. He's a friend, we are just going for dinner." She nodded.

I got dressed about an hour early. I was really excited. Dan wasn't Roy, but he was nice, he was hunky, and he was apparently available. That was something Roy would never be.

He got there about ten minutes early and I was glad. I ran out of the house.

I thought he looked incredibly handsome. I wondered if he thought of it as a date-date or as a friendly gesture. I figured I would find out.

We got in his car. "Dan, I have to tell you that I really appreciate this."

"I wanted to go out with you, Dig."

"Really?"

"Yes. I like you a lot." I grinned at him.

"You know I'm gay, right?" I asked him.

"Dates with straight men are boring," he said, smiling. I laughed.

"I agree. Not from experience. This is my first date, Dan." Dan grinned at me.

"It's mine, too."

We went for burgers. Dan paid and I fell in love.

"Why haven't you dated, Dan? I mean you are gorgeous!" I closed my eyes. I'm sure I turned red. I really, really wished I hadn't said that. It just popped out. I wanted to crawl under the table.

"Not as gorgeous as you, Dig. Plus, you are funny. I'm kind of boring." I was very relieved by his response.

I opened my eyes. "You've got way too many muscles to ever be boring." I grinned at him. He actually blushed.

We talked about school and about things we liked to do. I told him about Roy. I even told Dan I had a crush on him. I just felt so comfortable around Dan that things slipped out of my mouth. The way he was looking at me, you would think I was the best looking guy on the planet. I really didn't understand it at all.

We went to his house and he introduced me to his parents. They had the Look. They weren't sure whether to mention anything about my mom or not. I saw it all day long at school. They knew, but they didn't know if I wanted to talk about it. I didn't. They were perfect strangers and I didn't want to discuss my feelings with them.

"We are going up to my room," Dan said.

We walked upstairs and went into his room. Dad closed the door.

"Will you go out with me again?"

"Are you kidding? I like you a lot and being at my grandmother's is a little like being in hell. I would go out with you if I hated you!"

He looked shocked, but it was exactly how I felt.

"That means yes, right?"

I laughed and took his hand. He smiled at me. I sat on his bed and he sat next to me. He was sitting very stiffly, so I put my arm around him. He visibly relaxed.

"Is it really so bad at your grandmother's?"

"Yes. She cries constantly. Who can blame her? But still, it's like living the funeral. Like it never ends. I try to remember the happy times with Mom or think about something else, and I hear her sobbing."

I could see tears running down Dan's face and I realized I shouldn't have mentioned it.

"I know it hasn't been long, so I'm hopeful it will get better.

"I had such high hopes."

"About what, Dig?"

"That you were going to take me to your room and rip my clothes off." I laughed and he did, too. I leaned against him.

"Would it help?"

"I'm not ready for that, yet. I do hope I see you again."

"You will."

I smiled at him. "Can I have your phone number?"

"Sure." I gave it to him.

"Dig, were you serious when you said you thought I was gorgeous? Or was it a joke?"

"I was serious, but I didn't mean to say it. It slipped out."

Dan leaned over and kissed my cheek. I leaned my head on his shoulder.

"Do you want to do something tomorrow night?"

"I would love too, but I think my grandmother wouldn't like it. How about Wednesday?"

"I have football practice."

"Oh. Well, are you busy tomorrow after school?"

"No."

"Why don't you stop by Gran's house? We can spend time there."

He grinned at me. "OK."

It was almost nine and I knew Gran would be mad if I stayed out too late.

"Will you take me home?"

"Sure."

We got up and Dan kissed me again. This time on the lips. I smiled at him and hugged him.

"We won't be able to do that over there. She is definitely not gay-friendly."

"You have to deal with that, too?"

"Yeah. She promised not to mention it, but still."

Dan took me home and Gran asked if I had a good time. I told her I did and I called Roy. It was great talking to him. I didn't tell him about Dan. I decided to tell him when I saw him.

The next day at school was easier. People acted more normal around me. Dan smiled at me several times as we passed in the hall. He didn't stop to chat and I was glad at the same time I was disappointed. I really didn't want anyone to know we had been on a date. I did not want to hear anyone's opinion about it. Except Roy's, of course.

After school, he drove me to Gran's house. I introduced him to her. She seemed surprised. I wondered why.

"Would you like to stay for dinner, Dan?" Gran asked.

"No. I can't, but thank you."

As we headed to my room, Gran said, "Keep the door open."

I rolled my eyes and Dan smiled.

We sat and talked. Dan was very interested in sports and I am completely uninterested in them. As we talked, I realized we had very little in common. I wasn't sure if that was a problem or not, at first. But after an hour of talking about football, I thought maybe it was. I asked him what kind of music he liked and he named some county music stars. I like rock, so we didn't talk about music. We talked about people at school.

"Someone found out about last night."

"How?" I asked

"I guess he saw us in the restaurant."

"Let the taunting begin!"

"Tell me about it. I told him I took you out to try to cheer you up. I hope you don't mind."

"No. I don't mind at all. But what about next time?"

"I don't know. You may not know this, but the guys on the football team are assholes."

"Everyone knows that! Except you."

He smiled at me. I was wondering whether it was worth it. Dealing with Gran and kids at school when we didn't have that much in common. Weekend dates, if we ever had any, would take time away from Roy and I hated that idea.

I'm glad Dan said it first, though. I thought he was too nice a guy to break up with. "I don't think we should date. I just couldn't deal with the harassment and you shouldn't have to." I nodded.

"Maybe when we are older." He nodded and smiled.

"I really do like you, Dig. It isn't that."

"I worried about it all day at school. What if someone finds out? What will they do? How can my life get any harder than it is?"

He nodded and stood. Then he hugged me.

"I'll see you at school."

I smiled. "Tomorrow."

I walked with him to the door and he drove off.

I went and asked Gran what we were having for dinner.

"Did Dan leave already?"

"Yes. He just stopped by. He was driving this way, so he gave me a lift."

"That's nice." I nodded. It was nice.

I called Roy that evening.

"Hi, Roy! How are you?"

"Fine, Dig. It's great to hear from you. How are things going?"

"OK." I whispered. "I actually had a date last night."

"Oh."

Roy didn't say anything so after a long pause, I said, "It was OK, but there won't be any more."

"I hope you aren't too disappointed."

"No. All he wanted to talk about was football."

"Oh."

"I can't wait to see you, Dig."

"I feel the same way. I wish you were here or I was there."

"It will be the weekend soon."

"Not soon, enough."

Roy called me twice each evening for the rest of the week. Gran didn't seem to mind.

Friday afternoon, I was very excited about going home with Roy. He called and told me he would pick me up at seven. I decided to wear something nice. I tried on three different shirts to see which looked best. Then I realized I was acting like I was going on a date. I told myself I needed to stop thinking about him like that. Someday, I would meet someone who liked me the same way I liked him. I put the clothes I was taking in a small bag. I looked out of the living room window. When I saw him pull into the driveway, I hugged Gran and told her I would see her Sunday morning.

"I love you, Dig."

"I love you, Gran. If you get too sad, call me."

"I will. Thank you."

Roy rang the bell and I opened it.

"Ready!"

"Yes!"

We walked outside and got in his truck.

I looked at him the whole way back to our apartment. Halfway there, he took my hand and held it. We didn't have a lot to say, because we talked on the phone a lot, but it was wonderful to be with him again.

We got home and as soon as we walked in the door, Roy hugged me.

"I missed you so much, Dig."

"I missed you. I'm so bored, Roy! There is nothing to do there but homework and I'm used to staying busy here. She and I have nothing in common. Nothing!"

"I wish it was different. Why don't you sit down? I'll be right back."

I put my bag down and sat. It was good to be home. Roy came back carrying a little gift-wrapped box.

"I got you something. It may help with the boredom."

"You didn't have to."

"I know. I wanted to!"

I opened the box. It was a cellphone. "Oh, Roy!" I got up and hugged him. "Thank you!"

"I got one, too. You can call me anytime. You can play games on it and it has internet."

"Thank you, so much!"

"Can I take your picture? I don't have a picture of you, Roy."

For some reason, Roy burst out in tears, then.

He let me take a picture of him.

"How does it look?"

"It looks like you are on death row." He laughed. "Do you have a shirt with a number on it? We can take another one." He hugged me and laughed.

"Do you want to hear about my date?" He looked at me.

"Oh. Yeah. Sure." I wondered if my being gay really did bother him on some level.

I started talking about Dan and I could see something was wrong. I felt sick. If the only person in my life was Gran, I would kill myself before I got out of high school. I started crying.

Roy put his arms around me. "What did that boy do to you? I will kill him and I mean that!" I stared at him. I was very confused.

"I was afraid you didn't like me being gay."

"No! How can you say that? In my opinion, you are the world's most perfect person." I could see he really meant it. I hugged him, tightly.

Roy and I had a wonderful time. Saturday night, I made spaghetti and meatballs for dinner and he loved it. I told him I got the recipe off the internet using my phone and he looked proud.

Sunday morning was bad, but we both knew we would be talking to each other every day, all the time, really. Gran was so happy I was back, that I pretended I was, too. I knew she must have been lonely.

That night I had a dream. Gran met a man who looked suspiciously like Roy, but had gray hair. They got married in the dream. When I woke up, I wondered if that was a possibility. She needed someone and I was going to be leaving at 12:01 AM on my eighteenth birthday.

I was very, very glad that Roy gave me the phone. There was so much I could do with it. Gran didn't have cable television or a computer. Instead, she prayed a lot.

The next few months slowly passed. My grades went way up. I discovered I preferred homework to praying. I'm not an atheist or anything, but I couldn't imagine how someone could pray for thirty minutes. What is there to say after, 'Thank you for what I have. Will you please.'? Do you just repeat it seventy-eight times?

I noticed that when Roy picked me up, he started wearing nice clothes. Then one Friday when he picked me up he had on cologne. I panicked. He was dating. I felt sick. I hadn't even thought of that, but it made perfect sense. Roy was young and handsome. Mom had been dead for months and he was lonely. Of course he would date! He didn't date before Mom because he didn't have a job. Now he did. I felt like I was falling, sitting there in his truck. I got dizzy.

"What's wrong, Dig? You look terrible!"

We pulled into the parking lot of my, I mean his, apartment. He jumped out of the truck and ran over to my side. He opened the door. "What is it, Dig?"

I looked at him. "You're scaring me, Dig! What's wrong?"

"I'm OK."

"You are definitely not!"

I picked up my bag and we went into the apartment. I sat down on the sofa and he sat next to me. He pulled me against him. "Now, please tell me, Dig."

I sighed. "Are you dating?"

"What?" he sounded shocked. That was a relief. "Is that what you thought?"

"Yes."

"But why?"

"You are young and gorgeous and you are dressed up and wearing cologne. I figured I was going to be spending my Friday and Saturday nights praying with Gran from now on."

He hugged me and sighed.

"Dig, you are the only person in the world who thinks I am gorgeous. I am not dating and I have no plans to date. The very idea makes me sick to my stomach. Baby, I spend the entire week counting down the minutes until I will see you again." Did he call me baby? I wondered. But then it made sense. He wanted to be my father. I was the one who didn't want that.

"I'm so relieved!"

"Trust me, Dig."

"I will."

"Dig."

"Yeah."

"Do you prefer that I not wear cologne?"

"No. I love it! You smell great!"

"Good!"

We sat there for a while and I calmed down. Then I was happy. His arms were still around me.

"Dig, have you been thinking about what you will do when you turn eighteen?"

"Yes. At one minute past midnight, I am going to call you and ask if you will let me live with you."

"You know the answer to that."

"Then I will just wait for you to pick me up."

"I've got good news," he said.

"What is it?"

"I got promoted yesterday."

"Oh, Roy!"

"I am now the shop manager. Ed Peterson decided he wants to semi-retire. He will still come in to oversee things, but I will be manager."

"Will you get more money?"

"Five dollars more an hour!"

"The only downside, is I will have to work half days on Saturday starting next week. But that means that not only will I be making a lot more per hour, but I will also be working more hours. That is going to be a lot of money."

"Oh." I was excited about the promotion, but Saturday was the only day we had together.

"I want to get us somewhere nicer to live."

"Really?"

"Yeah. It's too soon to look at places, but when you are closer to eighteen, we will find a really nice place to live." Roy kissed the side of my head.

"That sounds wonderful."

The following Friday, Roy surprised me when he gave me a new laptop. I was so excited, but I was worried about the money. He said he had plenty. That he had been saving a lot. On Saturday, Roy had to work from eight until noon. It wasn't too bad because we stayed up late Friday night and I slept until ten in the morning.

More time passed, month after month. I didn't go on any more dates. Dan and I were friendly, but not excessively so. I wasn't bored at Gran's anymore, not with the phone and the laptop, but I definitely lived for the weekend. Roy was more affectionate, and we spent Friday and Saturday evenings on the sofa with his arms around me and my head resting on his chest. Once I happened to glance down and saw he had an erection. My eyes bulged. He was big! I knew he was probably as horny as I was and he could always beat off when he dropped me off at Gran's.

It was an exciting time in my life. I was about to graduate from high school, and then a week later, I would turn eighteen.

A month before graduation, when Roy got home from work on Saturday, we went looking at apartments. We saw a lot of nice ones that were very expensive. The third complex we saw was really nice. It had a waterfall next to the swimming pool and I stopped to look at it. I thought it was beautiful. The apartment itself was really nice, too. We both loved it.

The lady who was showing it to us seemed really nice, and for some reason, that made me like the apartment more. She had a silly sense of humor like us.

"And this is a closet for a really big loaf of bread," she said when she opened a closet in the kitchen." We all laughed. We looked at a two bedroom unit and liked it a lot. Roy asked about the rent, and it was a lot.

"We do have a nice one bedroom apartment available. Would you like to see it?"

"Yes," Roy said immediately. I was shocked. Then I thought that we had the twin beds in my old room and they would easily fit. I loved the idea of sleeping in the same room as Roy.

She showed us the apartment. "You could always get a sofa bed," she said. "Let me show you the view." She opened the blinds and the patio looked out on the waterfall. It was incredible, at least to me.

"How much is it?" I asked. Roy smiled at me.

She told us and Roy asked, "Can I speak to Dig alone for a minute?"

"Sure."

We went in the bedroom and closed the door.

Roy took me in his arms. "What do you think?" he asked me.

"I really like it, Roy. What about you?"

"I love it!"

"You know what one bedroom means, right?"

"Yes. We have twin beds in my old room."

"Maybe we could sleep in one bed."

"Really?"

Roy nodded. "We can try it. If we don't like it, we can use the twin beds. I want you close to me, Dig. Are you sure, baby? About the apartment?"

"Yes. It's time for a new start," I said.

Roy smiled at me and said, "I was hoping you would feel that way. I think I will finally be able to stop crying once you are back with me and we are in a new place." I hugged him and rested my cheek on his chest.

I pulled away and saw Roy was very hard. I didn't want to make him uncomfortable by mentioning it, but I was the only person in the room. Had I made him hard? He did say we could sleep in the same bed. I was afraid to get my hopes up, so I forced myself not to think about it.

We went to tell her we would take it.

As soon as we walked into the old apartment, he hugged me.

"Dig, I feel like my life is beginning again. When you were gone, it was in a holding pattern."

"I know the feeling! Did you mean it about sleeping together in the same bed?"

"Yes. I want to try it. I love holding you. I feel completely contented when I am holding you. That is the only time I feel that way. Why should I stop just because it's bed time?"

I smiled. "It sounds wonderful to me!"

"Dig, I came to the realization that I want to give us a try. I mean romantically." I think my eyes probably bugged out at that bombshell. I was making him hard. "I don't know about the sex part. I have no idea at all. But the idea of another man having you makes my blood boil. When you told me about your date with that boy, I got very jealous."

"And I thought it was because it meant I was gay."

"No. You are absolutely perfect." I shook my head and smiled. "I am not losing you again, ever! You.I think you are my soul mate."

"Oh, Roy!"

"I have to tell you, I am worried about the sex. You, uh," Roy looked extremely uncomfortable. "You...you don't want to fuck me, do you?" I burst out laughing.

"No, Roy. It is a funny thought, though. But no. Never. Ever. Ever!" Roy laughed.

"That's a relief. I really need a drink. Do you want one?"

"Yes, I think so. I am in shock. I've been telling myself since the day we met that this would never happen."

He poured us each a glass of bourbon and we sat on the couch.

"Roy, we don't really have to do anything. We can just beat off together."

"That's an idea."

"I really don't want you to feel pressured for any reason. To be honest, I could be happy if all we did was sleep together. Being in your arms all night sounds...fantastic."

"It does!"

"Let's take it real slow."

"Oh, I love you, Dig. I do."

"I love you, too."

I sipped my drink and leaned against him.

"Have you told your grandmother you were moving?"

"No. Not yet. I'm not looking forward to it. What if she cries? But I am not staying there. I love her, but I don't want to live with her. I can't live with her for the rest of her life just to keep her from being lonely."

"You know, you might ask her if your dates can spend the night with you if you stay there."

"Oh, you are bad!" I said, laughing. "But that is a great idea! I will ask that if she acts too upset."

Roy kissed the side of my head and I felt completely contented in a way I hadn't since Mom...

"Do you want to sleep together tonight, Dig?"

"Are you kidding? Of course."

I drank some more of my drink. I looked around the apartment.

"This place sucks all the laughter out of me. I know Mom wouldn't have wanted it that way, but it does."

"You are right. Lots of misery was lived here."

"It will be different at the new place. Less drama. Will you mind leaving here?"

"No. I hate the apartment now. Every time I walk into a room, I expect to see you or her. I don't and it hurts, Dig."

"Why didn't you move?"

"I wanted us to pick out a place together once we were free to make plans. Also, I've been saving as much money as I can."

"Well, that's good."

"Yeah. I had zero saved before I met your mom."

"Roy, you said 'romantically'. Will we be lovers?"

"I want that. I am absolutely certain that I would rather have you by my side for the rest of my life than the most beautiful woman. It's the sex part I am unsure about. I really don't want to just jack off for the rest of my life."

"Well, like I said, we will take it slow. You know, I've been assuming I would never have a lover."

"Why, for heaven's sake?"

"Because I love you and no one else could hold a candle to you. I compared Dad to you our whole one date and he did not come out on top. I don't want to spend my life trying to find someone half as good as you. I would spend all my time comparing them to you and that wouldn't be fair to them."

"I'm going to get another drink." Roy got up.

"Will you get me a little more?" I handed him my glass.

He poured the drinks and walked back to me. His erection was very plain in his pants. He saw me looking at it. "If I just wanted to jerk off by you, it wouldn't be like this. You make me hard, Dig." He handed me my drink and sat. He pulled me close and kissed the side of my head.

"Dig, what do you fantasize about? I mean, with me."

"It's a good thing I'm a little drunk! I could never admit this if I was sober. I always imagine I am sucking you. And you always come in my mouth."

"What else?"

"That's all."

"That's all you want to do?"

"Am I supposed to want more?" Roy chuckled.

"No. I guess not. Fuck, I have been obsessing about sex for nothing. I feel like such a fucking idiot!"

"You aren't! Stop it!"

"Oh, Dig! I've been sucked by guys before."

"What?"

"That's what I mean. I'm a fucking idiot. I've let strangers suck my cock, but not the only person I love!"

"I do feel kind of cheated. You were willing to do that with strangers?"

"When I got out of high school, I went to the adult bookstore and got sucked a few times."

I have to admit, I was mad at Roy. He'd stuck his cock into strangers when I wanted him so badly. But then I remembered that he wanted to adopt me. He thought of me as a kid, at least then. And I was underage. I calmed down fast.

"It's OK, Roy. I love you." He hugged me. "Are you less worried? I hope so."

"Yes, baby. I'm fine. I was afraid you would want to fuck me or me to fuck you and I'd hurt you. A girl let me fuck her in the ass once and she never spoke to me again." I laughed.

"You are big, Roy."

"I know."

"I mean I've never actually seen it, unlike most strangers." Roy laughed.

"Most strangers have not seen it!"

"Just a very lucky few. I wonder if they knew how lucky. Probably not."

"Oh, baby." Roy kissed the side of my head.

"I bet it's really nice."

"I'm modest. I won't brag." I chuckled.

"I want to suck a cock, where is an adult bookstore?"

"You are not going to suck some stranger."

"Do you know if you have to pay to get in if you are going to be providing a service to the customers?" Roy laughed.

"You are definitely not going to suck strangers."

"Oh? Who will I suck?"

"Me, baby. Only me."

Roy unbuttoned my shirt and slipped his hand inside. I sighed. I was happier than the day I met Roy. He played with one of my nipples before running his hand over my chest and belly. I moaned. I realized I really loved bourbon! I drank the rest of it.

"Are you still planning to go to the junior college?"

"Yes, I suppose. I have no idea what I want to do. Wait. My one ambition in life has always been to suck your cock."

Roy laughed. "I don't think they offer that course at the junior college."

"Maybe you could home school me."

"I think I just could do that." Roy kissed the side of my head.

I was getting drunk and I was shocking myself with the things I was saying, but Roy didn't seem to mind a bit.

"I plan to work evenings to pay for it."

"Cancel that plan. When would I see you?"

"Oh, yeah."

"I'll pay baby. I already checked on tuition."

"I love you so much!"

Roy got up. I sat up and he took my hand. We walked to his bedroom.

He got undressed, but this time he pulled off his underwear. He was naked and his cock was fully erect. I gulped and couldn't take my eyes off it. It was big. Roy is uncircumcised and part of the head extended beyond his foreskin.

"You should undress. I don't want to be the only naked man in the room."

I laughed and got undressed.

"I think you like it," he said to me.

"I love it! Oh, Roy!" Roy chuckled.

Roy slowly stroked himself and I couldn't take my eyes off his cock.

He lay down on the bed. "You can close your mouth, Dig."

"Why would I want to do that? Think of it as a love tunnel."

Roy laughed.

I closed my mouth. "Sorry! I know it's not polite to stare."

"Well it may not be polite, but it sure is good for my ego. You look at me like a popsicle you want to lick."

"I was wishing I was licking you!" Roy laughed and patted the bed next to him.

I lay down next to him and he put his arm behind me and pulled me close. "Is this too weird for you, Dig?"

"No, Roy." I rested my head on his chest.

"How about for you?"

"No. It's just about perfect. I'm glad I'm touching your bare skin."

Roy ran a hand over me while I looked at his cock. It was about two inches from my face. "I love you so much!"

"I love you, Dig."

"It's sooo beautiful!" Roy laughed.

"You think so, huh?"

I moved my face closer. I was wondering if Roy would stop me. He didn't. I saw a little fluid squirt out of it. I assumed it was precum. I moved my face until my lips were touching the head. Roy groaned, but didn't stop me. I kissed it. Still, he didn't stop me. I stuck my tongue out and licked it.

"Oh, baby!" Roy practically shouted.

I opened my mouth and took him into it. Roy almost screamed, but what he didn't do was try to stop me. I wrapped my hand around the shaft and started sucking.

"Oh, baby! I love you so much!"

I continued sucking the first few inches and began stroking the shaft. Roy moaned, "Yes, baby! Just like that!"

After only about a minute, he said, "You are going to make me cum, baby! You said you wanted me to come in your mouth and I am going to give you a mouthful."

I pulled off. "I want to eat it!" Roy moaned.

I sucked and Roy came! Powerful jets of his warm spunk filled my mouth faster than I could swallow. There was an enormous amount. I guessed he hadn't come for a while. I kept swallowing and I got most of it. Roy moaned and groaned and kept unloading.

"Dig, baby! Baby! You are mine!"

He finished coming, but he was still hard. He pulled me off him, though. I was afraid he was mad, but he rolled me over on my back and leaned over and kissed me. I felt his tongue on my lips, so I opened my mouth. His tongue was in my mouth and I ran mine over his. He pulled away.

"I guess that's my cum I taste in your mouth."

"Yes! I love it!" Roy laughed. "I hope you will let me suck you all the time!"

"You liked it?"

"I loved it, Roy! Please don't tell me it's a one-time thing."

"If you don't suck it, no one will. I don't plan to have another lover and I won't be putting it into strangers ever again."

"Yeah! Well, you sure are going to be getting a lot of blow jobs!"

"No shit?"

"Definitely! Can I suck you while I jack-off?"

Roy got on his knees up by my head. He put his hand behind my head and pulled me to his crotch. "Sure. I love to get my cock sucked. And I guess now that's your job." I moaned as he brought my mouth to his beautiful cock.

I said, "I love my job!" Roy chuckled. Then I took him in my mouth.

"Yes, baby! This big dick is yours." I began sucking and he began stroking the side of my head while I sucked. I stroked his shaft while I ran my other hand all over his body. I forgot all about jacking off.

He sighed. "So good. So good." While I sucked, I looked up into his beautiful eyes. "You are going to make me cum again, baby." I moaned around his cock and kept sucking. I wrapped one hand around his balls and that made him cum again.

"Fuck! Aah!" His cum spurted into my mouth again. As I gulped down Roy's spunk, I marvelled that it was really happening. I thought it would never happen.

As Roy's orgasm was winding down, he reached out and wrapped his hand around my dick. I moaned loudly around his cock as I came. Roy laughed as my cum shot all over the place. He left his cock in my mouth until my orgasm was over. Then he collapsed on the bed.

"Fuck!" he said. I wondered if he already regretted it.

I flipped over on my side, facing him. He leaned over and kissed me. Then he put his arm under me and pulled me close to him.

"Baby, you wouldn't believe how much time I spent worrying about sex. I thought it would be creepy. That I would have to force myself to do it, if I ever did. Can you imagine? Instead, it was wonderful! I should have known it would be since I love you so much!"

"I'm so glad, Roy. I love you, too!"

He pressed his mouth to mine and we kissed again. His tongue explored my mouth and I ran my hands over him.

He pulled back and smiled at me. He wiped my chin. He looked at his finger, and I saw it was some of his cum. I took his finger and sucked the cum off it. He moaned, "Oh, fuck!" You really do want it!"

"I do." I laughed. "I love it!"

He grinned. "Well, it's all yours. I am all yours." I hugged him.

I ran my hand down Roy's hairy belly to his pubic hair. I wrapped my hand around his cock. It had softened, but it stiffened in my hand. "He likes me!" I said, grinning.

"He's crazy about you."

"I think he is the most fabulous thing on the planet!"

Roy laughed and said, "Don't say things like that in front of him. He will get a big head!"

"Oh! And his head is the perfect size right now."

Roy shook his head, grinning.

"It is going to be even more depressing going back to Gran's tomorrow."

"I know, baby. But it won't be for long."

"Roy.Would you mind." I wanted to ask for a dirty picture of him, but I wasn't sure enough of things to do it.

"What is it?"

"Would you let me take a picture of you? For when I jack off."

"Yes, but I don't want my face to show. If someone found out."

"Yeah, I know."

"Do you mind just having a closeup of my dick?" I moaned and Roy laughed.

He kissed me again and our tongues rolled over each other. Then he grinned at me.

"Let's order a pizza for dinner."

"That sounds great!"

I sucked Roy again when we went to bed. He stroked me until I came. He pulled me into his arms and I slept with his arms around me and one of his legs over me. I was by far, the happiest I had ever been. I woke up before him Sunday and he was hard. I began sucking him and he woke up while I was doing it.

"Damn, baby! I love you so much!"

He groaned as his warm cum spurted into my mouth. I was resting my head on his belly as he filled my mouth. When he softened, I got back up. Roy kissed me and then swallowed my cock. I shouted, "Roy! I'm going to come!" He pulled off my cock and stroked it while I came. He grinned at me.

"Why?"

"I felt like a wimp. If you can do it, why can't I?"

"You don't have to do it to make me happy."

"I know that, baby. I wanted to do it. It wasn't gross at all. I don't know about eating your cum, though. But who knows? Maybe next week I will be ready to do that."

He kissed me and I made breakfast. After breakfast, he let me take pictures of his cock. I had forgotten about that and he reminded me! When he dropped me off at Gran's I thought I would be sad, but I was still happy. I knew he was mine and always would be. And I knew we would be together again soon.

I hugged Gran and grinned at her.

"I love you, Gran!"

"I love you, Dig."

Sunday night, we were eating when Gran said, "This is a switch. I normally only see you smile on Fridays." I hadn't realized I was smiling, but I wasn't surprised.

"Gran, I am going to be moving back with Roy when I turn eighteen." I was afraid she would cry, but she just nodded her head.

"I figured that, Dig. I want to thank you for coming here of your own free will. It really helped me. I just couldn't stop crying after the funeral. I had nothing to do to take my mind off it. It was."

"Oh, Gran! I realized that as soon as I got here, but Roy is my best friend. We are going to be roommates."

"I am happy for you. I am glad we have grown closer since-your mother. It means a lot to me." I got up and hugged her.

I started to tell her about the apartment. Then I wondered about the one bedroom. What would she say? I couldn't tell her about Roy and me.

I called Roy that night on my cellphone. I told him Gran was fine with me leaving when I turned eighteen.

"That's great, Dig. Uh, Dig?"

"Yeah, Roy?"

"I've been worried about the pictures."

"I encrypted them."

"My genius boyfriend!" he said. I laughed.

"Roy, what are we going to do if Gran wants to come see the apartment or she wants to start visiting?"

"We can get a sofa bed or a futon."

"That's a good idea."

"I'll tell her you sleep in the bedroom. That will make her happy."

"I love you, Roy."

"I love you, Dig."

"Night."

"Night, baby."

Monday at school several people commented on how happy I seemed.

"It's graduation!" I told them.

The following weekend was wonderful. We had sex many times and we cuddled naked on the couch. For someone so concerned about sex with me, he sure was enthusiastic!

Sunday morning, I woke Roy with a blow job.

"Oh, baby. You have got alarm clocks all beat to hell!"

I pulled off him. "I'm hungry. Will you feed me breakfast?"

"Umh. You bet!"

"I can't wait until I can wake you up like this every morning."

Something snapped in Roy. He rolled me over and lay on top of me. He pressed his mouth to mine and we kissed. I ran my hands over him and we both moaned into our kiss.

He pulled away. "God, you are so sexy, Roy!"

"So are you, baby." He licked my neck. Then he whispered, "I'm going to fuck you for your graduation present." I moaned and my cock, which was pressed between us, shot cum over both our stomachs.

He grinned at me. "For some reason, I think you like the idea!"

"Are you really?" I started crying.

"Tears are no longer permitted," Roy said. I sniffed.

"I like that rule."

Finally, graduation came. Gran shocked me completely by giving me a car and by telling me that Roy would be by later in the afternoon to get my things. I could leave immediately. I cried hard and hugged her harder.

After the ceremony, Dan kissed me on the mouth. I was shocked. He told me he had wanted to do that for two years. I really hoped Roy didn't see it. Fortunately, he didn't.

I drove my new, well slightly used, car to Gran's and Roy followed in his truck. We loaded my things and Gran even helped.

We drove to the new apartment. When Roy unlocked the door, he said, "Dig, you may not know this about me, but I am old- fashioned."

I whispered, "I know. You didn't even eat my cum the first time you sucked my dick." Roy laughed a lot. He opened the door and then picked me up and carried me in. I grinned like a fool the whole time.

He put me down. "That would have been easier if I was a girl," I said.

"Yup. Especially if you were a short, skinny girl."

We laughed and got my things. Roy's were already there. We had everything unloaded in about half an hour.

I looked around the apartment and then hugged Roy. "It took a lot of tears to get us here," I said to him. He nodded and sighed.

"I got you a housewarming gift, Dig."

"You are kidding? I thought that was this thing." I squeezed his erection.

"Well, it isn't as wonderful as that." I laughed.

He walked into the bedroom and brought something he had hidden behind his back.

"They didn't turn out the way I hoped. Or at all, even."

He showed me a pair of purple socks. I laughed. Technically one was a tube. It had no ends. The other was.odder.

"Why?" I managed to say through the laughter.

"Don't you remember? The day we met. You asked me what I did."

I hugged him. "I remember now. You said you knitted socks. I am sorry, Roy, but I was looking at your crotch at the time. It had my undivided attention." He grinned and kissed me.

"Will you take your cock out?" Roy grinned and undid his pants. I pulled down his briefs. His cock was hard. I slid the purple tube over it and we both laughed for a long time.

"You invented something, Roy!"

"I did! A cock warmer!"

"The best part is that the cum can still shoot out the end!" Roy laughed.

I pulled my phone out and took pictures.

I rubbed it along his cock. Roy moaned. "Is it comfortable to wear? We will want to emphasize that in the marketing." He laughed some more.

"It's a good thing we can use you in the ads. I don't think we can afford a model with a big dick, at first. Once we are millionaires from it, I will audition men personally. With a ruler."

"Uh, no, Dig. You won't."

"Even for money?" Roy laughed.

"Even then. The only big dick you get to see is mine. Don't worry. I plan to show it to you constantly."

I hugged him. "That sounds fabulous." Roy bent down and kissed me.

"Is the other one a ball warmer? I was sure exactly what it was supposed to be." We both laughed some more.

"Thank you, Roy. For the socks, for your love, and for helping me get through the hardest time of my life."

"You helped me just as much."

"Do you want to eat here or go out for dinner?" Roy asked.

"Do we have any food in the fridge?"

"No, but won't it be fun to go shopping together?" I smiled.

"Yeah. Actually just about anything with you sounds fun." He kissed me.

We went shopping and I ended up making blackened, grilled, tilapia.

"Damn, Dig! When did you learn to cook like this?"

"Gran taught me. It was the one thing we had in common. Liking to cook, that is. She told me it was no fun cooking for one. I realized that was true."

We cuddled on the couch.

"I got a raise."

"Really?"

"Yes. Ed is ready to fully retire. He's been happy with everything I've done. I asked if I could buy it from him, but he said he needed a steady income. He will get a percent of profit."

"How much more will you make?"

"Fifteen dollars more an hour. We could have gotten the two bedroom, but I know you like the view here."

"But the two bedroom units have those bread closets." Roy laughed.

"We can use the cabinet."

"I suppose."

"Besides, in this unit, if you get mad at me, you can't go sleep in the other room." I laughed.

"I have never been mad at you. You know that, don't you?"

"Well, it could happen. After we are together two or three decades." I sighed.

"That sounds wonderful."

Roy kissed the side of my head. "I agree.

"You ready for bed?"

"It's eight o'clock. Of course!"

We walked to the bedroom.

"I got you one other thing." Ed pulled a bag out of the closet.

He handed it to me. I looked inside and laughed. It was a bunch of butt plugs in different sizes.

"I got eight sizes."

I pulled one out that was a little wider than a pencil. "I have no idea who would need one this size, but I bet it would be illegal for them to use it!" Ed laughed.

"You have obviously never met a whiny woman." I laughed.

"I guess not. And I will definitely take your word for it."

I pulled one out. "Let's try this one. I'll be right back."

"OK, but I want to put it in you."

"You do?"

"Hell, yeah. That cunt is mine!" I grinned.

"I'm not sure how I feel about having a cunt, but since it's yours, I won't worry about it."

"Uh. Right. I think," Roy said. We laughed.

I undressed and got on the bed. Roy pulled a giant jar of Vaseline out from under the bed. I pulled my legs up.

"Costco?"

"Yes. I had to buy four!"

"Oh, my lord! You will have to fuck me all the time."

Roy sighed. "I suppose." I put my legs down and he laughed. "Now, now. Daddy needs in there." I grinned and pulled them back up.

"Look at that pretty little cunt!" Roy said. I frowned. I had never seen my asshole, but I had a feeling it wasn't too pretty. But you, know, it was his cunt to use, so his was the only opinion that mattered.

He pushed a finger into me. I sighed and then smiled at him. He worked his finger around. He greased up the butt plug and pushed it in very slowly. It burned, but I didn't mind. Once it was all the way in, he got up next to me and pulled me into his arms. He kissed me while the plug became more and more comfortable.

"How does it feel?"

"It feels fine."

"It's been in for twenty minutes."

"We kissed for twenty minutes?"

"Yup."

"You are a damn good kisser!" Roy smiled at me.

"Ready for the next size?"

"Yup."

Roy put them in a row so he could figure out which one that was. He greased it up and pulled the other one out. It felt funny. I felt empty. He pushed the next larger one in. It burned about as bad as the first one.

Roy grinned and kissed me again.

"This is fun!" I said.

"Yeah!"

I rolled on my back. "Will you squat over my face?" I asked Roy.

"Why?"

"You've seen my asshole and I have never seen yours."

"OK." He positioned himself. I pulled his cheeks apart.

"Will you lower yourself?"

"How's that?"

"Lower."

"If I am any lower, my asshole will be on your mouth."

"Exactly!"

"Really?"

"Yup."

"OK. You asked for it."

I began licking Roy's hole and he groaned. I licked and licked. Roy moaned the entire time. I felt wetness on his chest. I figured his cock was dripping. That made me very happy.

Roy got up. "You've got me so hot! Do you think you can take me?"

"Shove it in Roy. If I yell, kiss me." He grinned. He greased up his cock. He pulled the plug out and pushed slowly into me. It hurt but I didn't mind. He kept pushing into me and I felt beyond full. Finally he was pressed up against me.

Roy looked so happy, I laughed. "Does it feel good?"

"Oh, Dig! So tight."

"Is it better than your cock warmer?" He laughed.

"It is even better than that!"

"Wow! Fuck me, Roy. I've waited a long time for this." Roy grinned and pulled out. Then he pushed back in. I sighed. He began slowly fucking me.

"Does it feel creepy that you are fucking a man?"

"I'm not. I'm fucking my lover. That makes all the difference." I smiled. He leaned down and kissed me.

And you know what? We lived happily ever after.