Second Chance, Chapter 9
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Chapter 9
Early on Saturday morning, the trio headed north in Scott's Sebring. Scott had stuffed the trunk and put as much in the back seat as he could and still have a place for a passenger. There wasn't any room to spare, but the boys didn't care because they were having fun simply being together. Every day was another adventure.
Scott had several reasons for hurrying back to St. Paul. He felt that he should get Josh back to his father quickly, he didn't want to be in town on Sunday when the realtor would be having an open-house to show off the property, and of course he was eager to spend as much time with Ben as possible.
Ben was elated when he saw them pull in. He had nearly worn out the floor waking to and from the window awaiting their arrival. He hugged each of them in turn, beginning with Scott and ending with Eric.
"Well, I see that I'm now in second place," Josh joked. "I feel so left out!"
"You're first on my list," Eric giggled.
"Now, I feel left out!" Scott teased in return.
"Okay, let's have a group hug," Ben offered.
He was surprised when everyone took him up on it. He had thought maybe the boys would think it was too sappy.
Sleeping together was always welcome, but it wasn't as much a luxury for the boys as it was for the adults. The teens had shared a bed all week and had enjoyed the pleasure of sharing their bodies when the mood struck them.
The men were really hungry for man-love. They made lame excuses about being tired and needing to go to sleep early on Saturday night, but the boys' smirks let them know that they weren't fooling anyone with this ruse.
The men had been cuddling on the sofa after dinner and were doing their best not to get so carried away that they would embarrass themselves or their sons, but it was beginning to look like a losing battle. Eventually, the boys teasingly advised them to "get a room" and that is precisely what they did.
Sunday was a laid-back day. No one got up early enough for church, but they did get around in time for a leisurely brunch at the county club. The buffet items ranged from waffles to medium-rare roast beef with everything in between. The boys got filled up enough not to be hungry before dinner time.
Ben maintained a membership there because it was a good place to entertain clients who wanted to feel special. Of course Ben's fees were adjusted to cover the added expenses, but the wealthier among them had no problem with that. Normally, he and Josh didn't go there to eat unless it was an exceptional occasion. Neither was impressed by snobs or labels.
Scott was in no hurry to get back to Iowa. He had stopped the newspaper permanently and was having his mail held until further notice. He had brought his desk-top computer and sufficient changes of clothes to get by for a while. He was ready to make this his home as soon as he could tie up loose ends in Iowa and move the remainder of his wardrobe and a few keepsakes.
Around 5:30 on Sunday, Scott's cell phone rang. It was his realtor saying that she had three parties interested. They were all willing to pay more than the asking price. If the first couple couldn't get their financing approved, there were two more families waiting in line to purchase it. She was confident that at least one group would be closing the deal within a week.
"How soon can you be out? This first couple is really eager to move in because she's expecting a baby in a month."
"I can be out within 24 hours after the ink is dry," Scott promised. "I have a place to live and I'm not going to be taking much in the way of furnishings."
"That's great! They would like to make an offer on some of your things. I know that we included the major appliances with the house, but they've been in a furnished apartment and need about everything."
Everything seemed to be going great for the guys. The young couple who had put the first bid on Scott's house was approved for their mortgage and Scott would return to Iowa in a few days to sign papers and clear out what he wanted to keep. There were a few pieces of furniture and other keepsakes from his mother's side of the family that he wanted to pass on to Eric, so those would come with him. He had quite a few clothes, but was going to cull out the older ones to donate to charity and replace them after he moved.
Scott's plan was to take Eric and Josh along to help him pack and load. He would rent a van one-way to haul his clothes and the small pieces of furniture he planned to keep.
Ben didn't want to be home alone again, so he decided that he would take a few days off in order to go with them. He had two junior partners and three paralegal assistants who could manage everything in his absence. The two men could drive the van back together. They were going to leave on Friday morning so that they would have the full weekend plus a couple of days into the next week to get everything done.
Thursday evening, Eric's phone rang and he answered before he checked the number of the party calling.
"What are you doing in Minnesota?" his mother demanded. "Why didn't you tell me you were moving? The school called about transferring your records to some place up in St. Paul. They wanted to make sure it was a legitimate request."
"What did you tell them, Mother?"
"I said it was fine before I realized where they were sending them."
"Why do you care?" Eric asked.
"Well, it made me look like a fool not knowing exactly where my son would be going to school!"
"I'm sorry. I forgot that it's all about how you look." Eric said sarcastically. "In your last conversation with me, you said you were through with me and anything that had to do with me."
"Your father is moving in with his old roommate, isn't he? I know that's where he lives. I'll bet they're lovers. I always suspected they had the hots for each other. That's why I made him cut off contact with Ben years ago. I'm not sure I want you in that environment!"
"You'll have to ask Dad about his love life. It's none of my business. And as far as where I live and with whom, that's none of your business."
"I'll make it MY business! I'll have him declared unfit! You'll see."
"Mother you're (static noises) breaking (static noises).
"Don't pull that shit on me!"
(Click.)
The phone rang again, but Eric turned it completely off instead of taking the call. He'd be more careful about answering in the future. He should get a new calling plan and number anyway.
Scott was visibly shaken when he heard about Tina's conversation and threats. He had been waiting for the other shoe to fall because everything had been going too smoothly.
Ben assured him that Tina probably couldn't do anything to change the status of Eric's custody. If it got to the point of being down and dirty, Eric could perhaps have himself emancipated so that she would be stopped dead in her tracks. That possibility made Scott rest a little easier.
The trip to Iowa came off as planned. Ben insisted that they drive his vehicle since there was more room. The boys wouldn't have complained about being squeezed together in the back of one of the convertibles, but enjoyed having the extra legroom that the crossover provided. The spacious back seat didn't prevent them from finding excuses for close contact, however. At times one of them would nap with his head in his buddy's lap while the adults were in the front seats.
All four of them pitched in to pack whatever clothes and other things Scott was keeping. They made several trips to the Goodwill with items that he was giving up. By Monday morning, there was little left to do.
The buyers came over to pay for the furniture they'd chosen to purchase. They took all of the beds plus the living room and kitchen furniture. Scott threw in the table and chairs on the patio. It saved him hauling them off and it made the place look homier. With those last details taken care of, it would be possible to head back to Minnesota that day instead of waiting. Scott was ready.
They had barely finished the transactions when Scott's cell phone rang. It was Judge Paxton asking if Scott could come to his office the following day. Scott said that he could delay his planned move by a day if that was the only time available, but was free presently if that would work. Judge Paxton said to come in half an hour and to bring Eric with him.
"Will you go with us, Ben?"
"Try to keep me away! I'm sure Josh feels the same."
Josh nodded.
"Welcome, gentlemen," the judge greeted them. "This is really informal, but I need to check on a detail or two. I want to make sure that my decision isn't in danger of being overturned later. Mr. Larson, you are no doubt aware that your ex-wife wants to have you declared as an unfit parent because she is alleging that you are homosexual and would be a bad influence on your son."
"That should have no bearing on the custody of Eric," Ben spoke up.
"Are you Mr. Larson's lawyer?" Judge Paxton asked with a hint of condescension in his voice.
"As a matter of fact, I am, Your Honor. My name is Benjamin Brady and I will be representing Mr. Larson if there is an attempt to curtail his custody of Eric."
"I apologize for my flippant remark. I made the assumption that you were simply a friend trying to put in your two cent's worth. However, Mr. Larson's personal life actually could have some bearing on this case. Let's suppose for a moment that your client is gay and that he misrepresented himself to his son by lying about his orientation when the young man was choosing to live with him. In that case, I'd be forced to take it into account."
"Your Honor, in the case of Morgan vs. Sharp, the Supreme Court of the State of Minnesota decided in favor of Mr. Sharp who was indeed gay, but not openly so. The majority opinion was that his sexual orientation or supposed orientation, whether public knowledge or not, had no bearing on his fitness for parenting."
"Oh my, you're THAT Mr. Benjamin Brady. You argued the case, didn't you? Your presentation was flawless. You have my deepest respect!"
"Thank you, Your Honor."
"Please call me Herb. May I call you Benjamin?"
"I'm `Ben' to my friends, Herb."
"Thank you, Ben. I think we can clear this up quickly depending on what Eric has to say," Judge Paxton continued. "At the time of your decision to live with your father, did you know or suspect that he might be gay?"
"Yes, Your Honor!"
"From that response, I take it that you have no problem with it."
"That is correct."
"Well, I'm satisfied. It's still possible that your mother may try to cause trouble for you, but it is my opinion that your father's supposed or actual orientation is not an issue. I feel that he is a fit parent and that you will thrive in his care."
"Yes sir!" Eric said.
"You aren't worried that he will influence your orientation?"
"No sir. I figured out that I was gay before I knew about Dad's orientation. And in the immortal words of that great seafarer and philosopher, Popeye: `I yam what I yam!'"
"Young man, you are not only rational and intelligent, but you're damned entertaining as well!" the judge laughed. "If you knew you were gay before you've lived with your father, I can't see that any higher court would try to overturn what has been done here."
Eric may have been humorous and charming on the surface, but he was seething on the inside. He had no more than cleared the building when he punched the number to speed-dial his mother.
"Eric, I'm in a meeting and I can't talk now. No doubt you've just been made aware that I AM a woman of my word."
"Don't talk then, just listen! There is no way you're going to separate me from Dad. If you don't call off your legal beagles I'm going to send your naughty emails to Tony's mother and to that idiot minister at your uppity church. I'll see that your reputation is in the crapper and we'll see who is an example of a fit parent."
"That's blackmail!"
"That's insurance. Cross me and you'll find out that I'm a man of MY word!"
After he'd ended the call, Eric's eyes filled with tears. He hated it that he cried when he was irate because people tended to take it as a sign of weakness. Josh didn't see it that way, however.
"God, I'm so proud of you! Remind me never to cross you though. You're a real tiger when you're upset."
Eric gave a roar and playfully nipped Josh's earlobe right there on the courthouse steps. The men nearly doubled over in laughter, partly in relief at how things had turned out.
It was too late in the day to drive all the way to St. Paul since they had been delayed by the visit with the judge. So, the guys decided to go part way, have dinner on the road, and find accommodations for the night.
Eric had a bit of extra money that he'd saved up, so he offered to treat everyone to a steak dinner to celebrate the move and his freedom from his mother's clutches. Ben and Scott didn't want him to spend his money on them, but kept their mouths closed since it seemed to be important to the young man.
They found a moderately priced restaurant that wasn't fancy, but served excellent food. It didn't send Eric into bankruptcy, but left them all sated and satisfied.
With the aid of his TomTom and cell phone, Ben was able to secure two rooms at a nearby hotel that had an exercise room, pool, spa, and sauna as well as a breakfast buffet. That pleased everyone too.
Scott had an extra swimming suit in one of the boxes of clothes he was moving that he could loan Ben, but the boys hadn't packed any. So, Ben sent them with his credit card to the Wal-Mart a few blocks away to purchase something to wear. Then all went down to the pool area to relax.
There was another family staying at the hotel that had children about the same age as Josh and Eric. The boys stayed to talk to them after their parents had all gone to their rooms. By that time there were only two other boys left.
"I'm Jared and that punk over there is my little brother, Keith."
"I'm Josh and this is my boy-uh-buddy, Eric."
The three teens spent a few minutes comparing notes about school and things they liked to do while twelve year old Keith hung around listening.
Jared was pissed that he had to share a bed with his brother and sleep in the same room with his parents. He was really impressed that Josh and Eric had a room of their own with two queen sized beds. The boys didn't tell him that they would be using only one.
Before it got too late, Eric faked a big yawn so that they would have an exit line. Soon they were on the way up to their room to shower off the chlorine, brush their teeth, and head for bed.
They crawled in nude, of course; no sense making extra laundry. Besides, the feeling of skin against skin was exciting. Neither guy was exhausted because they had taken turns driving Ben's vehicle (Scott had finally given in) and hadn't been on the road that long.
Eric reached over to take Josh's hand. He felt that he needed to make the first move because Josh still seemed concerned that he was pulling Eric into doing things that he might not have done without Josh's influence.
"I hope that you don't think I'm rushing things, but I really do want us to be boyfriends." Eric said. "I got the feeling you'd be okay with it when you introduced me to that kid downstairs. It would have been fine if you hadn't changed it to `buddy'. I've already told you that I love you – as much as I know what that means. I know I'm not old and wise, but I know what I feel in here." Eric insisted, touching his chest.
Josh put his hand on that spot on Eric's chest. Eric placed his hand on a similar place on Josh's chest. They lay that way for several minutes.
"I know how I feel about you here too," Eric continued as he moved Josh's hand down to his groin.
Josh found plenty of evidence to validate Eric's claim. He then pulled Eric over on top of himself and the two began to kiss. They could feel the thudding rhythm of their hearts beating in excitement.
Tonight's encounter wasn't about two horny teens simply trying to get off. They caressed, hugged, kissed, nibbled, and petted. It was as if they desired to get into each other's skin – to become one.
Subconsciously, it probably crossed both of their minds that some form of copulation would be the ultimate expression of their union, but neither broached the subject. That was a scary, adult act that would have to wait for a later day. If it became an ordinary part of their lovemaking too soon, it might spoil what they had already.
If they weren't yet comfortable with the idea of entering each other, they had no qualms about giving in to the kind of hip action that is an instinctive part of coupling. Eric humped against Josh for a time and then they rolled over so that Josh could be the driving force on top. In both cases, the guy on the bottom cupped the firm cheeks of the guy on top in order to keep their bodies aligned.
Josh began an erratic mantra that sounded like: "unh, unh, unh" and Eric responded with: "unnn, unnn, unnn." Their guttural expressions of pleasure helped to propel them toward that magnificent precipice. They locked lips as they entered the split-second of free-fall that came just before unleashing hot torrents of juice.
They continued to kiss as their heart rates dropped back toward normal. Eric started to giggle.
"What?" Josh asked.
"We aren't prepared again. What kind of Boy Scout are you anyway?"
Josh moved his hand down to Eric's sides to feel the seeping of their recent offerings. He smeared the sticky substance up toward Eric's chest. Eric scooped up some and spread it on Josh's butt. Pretty soon they were both covered with a thin layer of splooge. There wasn't any need for a towel now. The rest would end up on the sheets.
"What is the maid going to think in the morning when she changes our bed?" Eric wondered aloud.
"She's going to think that there was one, really hot stud sleeping here, if she notices it at all. How much cum do you think they find in a year's time, a couple of quarts?"
"Yeah, I guess." Eric snickered. Anyway, she should also be pleased that she had only one bed to make up!"
Author's notes:
Thanks to the following who emailed since last posting: Bill K, Gary Mc, Jim C, Jim We, Caleb, Paul L, Baruch, Chea, Li, Mike De W, Paul R, Baruch, and Danny F. As always, my editors deserve a lot of credit for making this story readable.
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