Second Chance, Chapter 47
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Chapter 47
The large jetliner touched down smoothly at the Twin Cities Airport nearly 10 minutes ahead of schedule. Passengers were surprised by their early arrival time since they'd been delayed about 20 minutes in leaving San Juan. When Ben and Scott arrived at the prearranged pickup spot in the late afternoon, they found Josh and Eric eagerly awaiting them. All of them hugged and kissed without any hesitation.
Then the boys got introduced to Chuck and Rob.
"These are new friends that we met on the cruise," Ben said. "We're going to take them out to eat and give them a ride home so they won't have to scramble for a cab. We'll call Blake and Rob to meet us at Bill's Diner."
"Sorry to throw a wrench in your plans Dad," Josh grinned. "Our Rob and Blake are working on a welcome home dinner as we speak. I'll call them to thaw out two more steaks and put on a couple more baking potatoes. I know we can't compete with the cuisine on a cruise ship, but neither can Bill's. At least ours will be a hearty home-cooked meal."
He whipped out his cell and was talking to Rob before the two guests could open their mouths to politely decline.
"We really shouldn't impose on your hospitality," Chuck said as quickly as he could.
"It's not imposing," Eric assured him. "If we didn't want to do it, we wouldn't. It's all settled. I hope you like the red wine that we've picked out for the homecoming celebration."
"Besides, it will give you an opportunity to see our vintage digs," Scott added.
The crossover was tightly packed with six guys and the luggage the four men had, but it was doable. Eric and Josh conversed easily with the two men whom they had just met. Both Chuck and Rob were impressed.
"You guys remind me a lot of a couple of young men we met a few years ago when I was designing a lake cottage near Delhi, Iowa. I had no idea how personable teenagers could be until I met them. Now you're reinforcing that observation. No wonder your fathers can't stop talking about you." Chuck smiled.
"We appreciate the compliment, but if you ever get the chance to meet some of our buds, you'll see we're not unique." Josh said.
The house that Ben and Scott owned looked particularly beautiful with the early evening sun casting shadows that accentuated its stately qualities. Chuck was quite impressed.
"If I'm not completely off the mark, I'd say this house was designed by Robert White or one of his associates. It has his characteristic details on the façade. Either that, or it's a damned good knockoff!"
"You're right on target!" Ben exclaimed. "I didn't know anything about Mr. White when I purchased the place. I just knew that I liked the styling and the fact that most of the house hadn't been "modernized" in the 1950's like some have been. The previous owners didn't do violence to it for the most part though we had to get a craftsman to make a few pieces to restore it. Wait until you see the interior features. It even has the original speaking tube up to the maid's quarters."
Before Chuck and Rob got the full tour of the house, they were introduced to Rob and Blake. The two Robs joked about how hard it was going to be for the others to distinguish between them.
"Well, I've sometimes gone by Robby," Rob Crouser offered.
"Since my son is called Robbie, I'm afraid that won't help much," Rob said.
"Maybe Blake's Rob could be Rob One' since we knew him first and our new friend could be Rob Two'," Eric suggested. "I wonder if Dr. Seuss could have made up a rhyme with Rob One and Rob Two – like Thing One and Thing Two.
Oh, that reminds me. We need to tell our Dads that we got back the mock-up copy for our little book about armadillos. It came by Fed Ex today. It looks like we're going to be published!"
The proud fathers had to show off their sons' work to their new acquaintances. Then Robbie woke up to receive his adoration from their guests. By the time he had held court, dinner was ready to be put on the table. They would have to wait until later to see the rest of the house.
When the men got the tour after dinner, and before dessert, they were genuinely impressed. Chuck couldn't stop talking about the fact that Ben and Scott had done exactly the right things with the renovation.
"I wish we could find a place like this," he said.
"There is a house somewhat like this one a couple of blocks away," Scott mentioned. "Ben and I had toyed with the idea of buying it on spec and flipping it. It's a bit rough, but the price is right. We know a number of craftsmen who could make the pieces necessary to bring it back. It's in receivership and has been on the market for several months. I'll bet you could almost name your price."
"I think we should look at it if we're not taking it away from you," Chuck said.
"No, we opted against it with everything else we have going on." Scott assured them.
"Let's check into it then," Robby agreed. "It would be great to renovate it and also to live that close to these guys. Maybe we could hire the boys to help with some of the work."
After dessert, Ben and Scott drove Chuck and Robby home while their sons cleaned up the kitchen.
Reese fully intended to settle down, but he was feeling horny and really needed to get off. He pulled out one of the phone numbers that had been thrust upon him in the gay club. He couldn't remember what the guy looked like, but seeing that he had put two plus signs behind it, the guy must be hot.
The phone was answered on the second ring and Reese introduced himself. The guy on the other end invited him over immediately saying that he had some good stuff to smoke and he wasn't talking pot. Reese thanked him politely, but declined the invitation.
Next, Reese called another number that had one plus after it. The guy on the other end suggested that they meet somewhere in public and get acquainted. Reese agreed to join him for supper at a restaurant that both knew about.
Reese recognized the young man immediately. He would have remembered him even without being told that he would be wearing a camo T-shirt and khaki shorts.
"Hi. I'm Cameron Nelson. My friends call me Cam. It's easy to remember because you'll often see me with at least one piece of camouflage clothing. I even have a couple of camo jocks, if that's not too much info for you."
"Hey Cameron, I'm Reese Payne and I hope you don't find me to be a pain! I love camo clothing too. I'd love to see you model all of it at some time or other."
"Who knows, you might get the chance – depending on how we hit it off. I have to tell you up front that I'm interested in something more than a one-night stand. I overheard you talking about your false-positive scare recently at the club. I had a scare too earlier in the year. I had some symptoms that could indicate exposure to HIV, but it turned out to be the real flu. I've never been so happy to have the flu! It sort of scared me straight – well, not `straight' in the true meaning of the word if you catch my drift."
"I've been trying to settle down too," Reese admitted. "I'm so driven by my hormones that it's hard, but I don't want to screw everything with two legs and a dick like I have in the past. I messed up a good relationship that could have turned into a happily-ever-after thing except for my unbridled lust."
"I understand. I did the same thing. So, let's take it slowly and get to know each other before we end up in bed."
The two young men spent an hour and a half over dinner. They talked about anything and everything. Both were favorably impressed. Reese quickly discovered that Cam wasn't shallow or stupid. Cam was pleased to find out that Reese was considering going into social work with the view to counseling young gay kids.
"I'd invite you over, but I'm afraid of where it would lead." Cameron said. "You're sexy as hell and I'm sure if we made out, I wouldn't be able to put the brakes on."
"I could strip you and lick you all over right under this table," Reese confessed. "God, you're hot!"
"How about we both go home and watch some porn and take ourselves in hand and then meet up again tomorrow night?"
"Why don't we go back to my place and watch some porn together and jack off?" Reese asked hopefully as he put his hand on Cameron's knee under the table.
"A few minutes ago I was resolved to resist you," Cam sighed. "I'm not sure that I can now."
"Then don't! We both need to get off. I promise I won't push you to do anything you don't want to do."
At Reese's apartment, the two settled on the couch side by side after Reese had selected a video with an unbelievable plot revolving around a frat house. It was the kind of movie starring guys who were so sexy that no one gave a rat's ass about the story line.
As the video progressed, both young men rose to the occasion. Their shorts were becoming uncomfortably tight, so Reese unbuttoned his and lowered the zipper. Cam followed suit.
When Reese stood to toe off his shoes and let his shorts and boxers fall to the floor, Cam again did likewise. While they were up, Reese got a towel to spread where they had been sitting in order to keep from saturating the sofa cushions when the inevitable came to pass.
It was a beautiful sight - two fit college men sitting together with their rampant cocks pointing toward the ceiling and looking at each other with undisguised desire. Reese slid over until their thighs touched. An electrical charge passed between them.
Reese moved his hand over to feel Cam's abs and groin. Cam moaned his approval while reaching over to caress Reese's pulsating tool.
Their faces drew together in a soft, sensuous kiss. That tentative meeting of their lips soon turned into a lustful session of tongue wrestling.
Meanwhile, their hands continued to stroke and fondle each other's dick. With a lunge and a gasp, Cameron spewed his essence all over Reese's crotch. He scooped up a portion of his load to use as lube on Reese's aching member. After a couple more strokes, Reese responded with a flood of his own.
In the afterglow, they grinned at each other.
"So much for our resolution to wait," Cam joked.
"Well, we didn't do anything more than a couple of middle school buddies would do." Reese countered.
"I never kissed anyone in middle school, did you?"
"No, but I did get into some awesome jack-off sessions. Stay with me tonight. Share my bed."
"I'd better not. I seem to have no self-discipline at all where you're concerned."
"Then I'll be strong for both of us. I really want to cuddle with you."
"Okay, on one condition - we both keep our underwear on."
"Okay. I'll follow your lead."
"By the way, I love how you're pubes are styled. Did you do that yourself?"
"Nope, I have a friend who did that. We might persuade him to do yours as well. He's so good; he could set up a side business."
In the morning, the two guys woke up grinning at each other. Both were pitching impressive tents. Cam casually took a leak while Reese scrounged in the medicine cabinet for a new toothbrush to lend him.
"I'll put a piece of tape on this one just in case you want to sleep over again. I'd like that by the way."
"I would too. Would I be out of line to suggest we shower together this morning? I'm really into conserving resources," Cam snickered.
"You and I definitely think alike!" Reese smiled. "I'll wash your back if you'll wash mine."
"How about we do each other's at the same time?"
"Oh we are indeed on the same wavelength!"
Needless to say, the guys had to expend additional water to wash off each other's front after their session of humping and squirming. Getting cleaned up from that could have resulted in yet another bit of play had they not both wanted breakfast before going to work.
On Sunday, Ben and Scott sensed that something was afoot. They'd been gone during the time when stores put out their usual ads featuring Fathers' Day specials and had completely forgotten about it.
Everyone was up and ready for church without being prompted and they arrived with several minutes to spare. After the service, Ben and Scott were treated to brunch at the country club. The boys had reserved a table in one of the smaller alcoves so that they had the area pretty much to themselves, being surrounded by walls on three sides.
The buffet was fancier than on most Sundays in honor of fathers. There were several large beef roasts cooked for different periods of time so that people could be guaranteed their choice from rare to done. Belgian waffles, lox and bagels, and a number of other standards were available as well.
When the bill came, Josh grabbed it to see what the total was. Then he counted out the cash for his dad who signed it. The boys knew that Ben had to spend a certain amount per month on food as part of the membership agreement, whether or not it was used, and felt it was good economics to run it through Ben and Scott's account.
"This is from all of us, including your grandson," Josh announced. "We could have done something at home, but we've been cooking all week and we needed to go out."
"Ah, now you can appreciate all the home-cooked meals you get every week. Most of the burden for that falls on Scott since he's home. I hope you'll all thank him."
"Thanks!" they all voiced.
Robbie gurgled and waved his arms. His dads and uncles were sure that it was his way of expressing gratitude.
They were nearly ready to leave when Randall Chadick, the lawyer who had snubbed Josh earlier in the week, stopped by the table.
"It's nice to see that the boys are in their proper places today."
"I'm not sure what you mean," Ben frowned.
"Well, it's good to see them as young gentlemen instead of hired help. I'd advise you to have them quit their jobs as common servants. I mean, really!"
"We're proud that our sons are willing to work," Scott interjected. "There is nothing demeaning about honest labor."
"Well, obviously you are free to allow them to mix with that class of people, but you do so at your own risk. I'd never let my son James mingle with boys beneath his social and economic milieu."
"We all have our priorities, Randall," Ben smiled tightly. "Have a pleasant day."
After the man had left, Josh cracked up laughing.
"Dad, you da Man! You too Scott! You weren't around to hear me bitch about his attitude when I spoke to him one day. He put his nose in the air so high he'd have drowned if it had been raining. That guy is a pompous ass. And James is a druggie. He's certainly doing a fine job of raising him." Josh said sarcastically.
"I'll grant you that, Son," Ben grinned. "But where did you get `pompous' in your vocabulary?"
"I've been hanging around Eric so long that I'm beginning to talk highfalutin like he does." Josh giggled.
"I have noticed that your usage has improved. I'll bet your IQ has gone up a couple of points as well."
"He's taught me to concentrate better," Eric said. "I think we're good for each other."
"But Daddy, you said I could live with you," Gloria Mancini pouted as they were finishing their Fathers' Day meal.
Of the Mancini children, she was the only one who wanted to spend even part of the day with their father. The older boys were estranged from him and the younger ones wanted to stay home with their mother. Theresa was old enough to know what was going on and completely blamed her father for the breakup of their family, but Gloria still believed in him.
"I'm not sure that it would work out," Roberto said. "It would be an adjustment for everyone, especially Myrna."
"Who's Myrna?" she asked.
"Uh, well, um my secretary."
"What would she have to do with it?"
"I'm staying in her apartment – actually our apartment."
"You're living with another woman and aren't even divorced from Mom?"
"Well, yeah. I needed a place to stay..."
"It sounds to me like you're the problem and not Mom."
"What has your mother been saying about me? I suppose she blames me for everything! Has she turned you against me too?"
"Actually, she doesn't talk about you at all. I felt sorry for you because of your two queer sons, but I don't think you're any better than they are. You're all going to Hell if you don't change your ways!"
"Oh don't go getting all pious on me. Grow up child! Adults have needs that you don't know anything about."
"Yeah, I guess that's why they call it `adultery', huh. Take me home!"
Author's notes: First, let me say that the two glaring errors in the last chapter came about when I made last-minute changes after I'd gotten the copy back from my editors Tom and David. They are in NO WAY responsible for these mistakes!
Wow! The new anti-hate bill has passed the legislature and become law. May Matthew Shepard and James Byrd rest in peace, knowing that their deaths are not forgotten.
Finally thanks to the readers who keep encouraging me to continue this tale: Gary McC, Cody, John McD, Rutabaga, Rad, Paul R, Jim C, Caleb, Jim We, Harry T, Tom A, Chea, Carroll, and Mat D.