The Golden Boys
Chapter Two
Bob's Dilemma
The next day, Rosie was still sleeping when Darryl used the bathroom. He got up early to get ready for work. Bob had similar intentions. Darryl heard noises coming from the kitchen and went to investigate. Bob was putting up coffee for all of them, and had defrosted the bagels and rolls resting on the table. Like Darryl, he was completely naked.
"Good morning," they said simultaneously.
"Bob, I need to tell you something. I really don't have to, but I want to."
"Shoot."
"When I was married, I had a secret gay life. I snuck around, felt guilty all the time, and hated myself. After I left my wife, I vowed never to do that again."
"Did you do something you'd like to confess to me? You don't have to tell me, you know. I would never butt into your private life."
"Like I said," Darryl persisted, "I don't have to. I want to. Rosie and I sort of had sex last night."
"I figured it was bound to happen, but I'm curious. What does `sort of' mean?"
"We whacked each other off. No anal, no oral."
"That's fine. I really don't know why you feel the need to tell me."
"So let me explain. First of all, I felt guilty for not including you."
"I wouldn't have wanted to join in."
"But I should have asked, and given you the opportunity to say no. Second of all, when I was stroking Rosie, I kept wishing it was you. I'm falling in love with you, Bob. If that upsets you, and you want me to leave, I'll go as soon as you re-rent my room."
Bob looked shocked. "Don't you dare leave me! I'll never find a better house mate. But I'm still in mourning, Darryl. I need more time."
"I understand. Take as much time as you need, but remember, I'm very persistent. I'll be waiting for you patiently, no matter how long it takes. In the meantime, I'd like to do the right thing. Next time Rosie and I have a go at it, if there is a next time, would you like to join us? It's just for relief. You shouldn't be feeling guilty about that."
Bob smiled. "We'll see, but I doubt it."
Bob was useless at work that day. All he could think about was what Darryl had told him in the morning. He kept picturing Darryl whacking Rosie off, and he kept getting hard. He was more disturbed when he realized that in his fantasy Rosie kept turning into him.
Bob worked for a multi-office recruiting firm. They specialized in placing technical personnel in suitable positions, based on their experience and skills. There was no pressure to meet deadlines, so Bob's office was going to close Thursday after work, and would not reopen until the Wednesday after Labor Day.
Rosie wasn't starting to teach until the Monday after the holiday, so he would be home. Bob silently prayed that Darryl had to work Friday and Tuesday. Darryl had an executive position with The Broward Mall Management Company. Being in retail, Bob hoped that there was a good chance Darryl would have to work those days. He was afraid to be alone with him. He wasn't afraid of Darryl. He was afraid of his own feelings.
He decided to make a back yard barbeque on the Sunday before Labor Day. He would invite his friend, John Ferris, and another couple, Mark Merrill and Alfred Hanley. He and Ron used to pal around with them, but since Ron's death, he hadn't seen much of his old friends. He would tell Darryl and Rosie they could invite up to two more friends each. There is safety in numbers, Bob thought.
His two house mates were still relatively new to the community. They didn't know anyone yet, whom they cared to invite. Bob really didn't mind. He hated big bashes anyway. There would be six of them at the party, and that was fine with him.
The three house mates spent a good deal of time getting everything ready. They prepared the grill for cooking, and had all the food put out on a table near the pool. They arranged all the lounge and beach chairs in a semi circle facing the grill, so that conversation would be easy.
The first to arrive was John Ferris. Bob introduced him to his two new house mates. He thought that Darryl was very handsome, and his groin fluttered. He paid scant attention to Rosie. He liked his men hard and lean. John tried hard to talk to Darryl, but he couldn't get him alone. He seemed to be hanging on to Bob. Bob and Darryl were both too busy to pay attention to him anyway.
Rosie tried to engage him in conversation, and at last John was forced to notice him. A few minutes into their chit-chat, John did not see a chubby man. He saw a bubbly, infectious personality, that he was enjoying being around. For the rest of the evening, a stranger would erroneously surmise that John and Rosie had come to the party together as a couple. When Mark and Al arrived, they mixed with everybody, so John and Rosie were challenged to be alone together .
"The pool is open for swimming if anybody wants to," Bob announced.
"I didn't bring a suit," Al said.
"What's that got to do with anything?" Bob laughed.
"Have we got time for a quick one before the food is ready?" Rosie asked. He prayed John got the double entendre.
"Yeah, everything should be ready in about twenty minutes," Bob let everyone know.
Rosie stripped to his bare skin, gave John a chance to check him out, and then jumped in the pool. When John saw the girth and heft of Rosie's cock, he immediately stripped, gave Rosie the same opportunity, and jumped into the pool with him. John was flaccid and about five inches of uncut beauty. Rosie drooled.
Darryl and Bob were busy at the barbeque. "After dinner, let's take a dip in the pool together also," Darryl said.
Bob was shocked at himself when he said, "Good idea." In the meantime Mark and Al had undressed and were just jumping into the pool. Rosie and John had started grab-assing, and much to their disappointment, Al and Mark joined them.
Rosie whispered in John's ear, "If you drink too much beer, I'll have to insist that you sleep over."
"I don't like beer, but I'll pretend," John said, and he caressed Rosie's cock under water. He was delighted to find out that Rosie was nice and hard. John felt like he was holding a baseball bat.
The hot dogs and hamburgers were almost ready, and Darryl and Bob had little to do except to watch the grill. The meat had been turned for the last time, and would be removed soon and placed on platters. Suddenly Darryl leaned in towards Bob and gave him a brotherly kiss on the cheek. Bob's first reaction was to chastise Darryl, but he decided to say nothing. It felt rather nice. Instead of saying anything, he smiled at Darryl.
"The food is almost ready, gents," Bob yelled. "Dry off. There are towels on that table."
After dinner, everyone pitched in to clean up. Bob prepared doggie bags for his guests, and froze what was left. He and Darryl stripped also and everyone sat around gabbing away amicably until about 1 AM. Then John announced that he had too much to drink and asked Bob if he could sleep over.
"Sure. You can use the guest room."
"Come with me," Rosie said. "I'll get you towels and a wash cloth."
John followed Rosie to the linen closet, and then into the spare bedroom. They did not come out until 10 AM the next morning. Al and Mark went home about the same time as John and Rosie disappeared, leaving Darryl and Bob alone at the pool, still naked. When Rosie failed to come out of the room, Darryl remarked, "I'm pretty sure they are going to sleep together."
"I'm pretty sure, you're right," Bob agreed.
"I'm jealous." Darryl extended his hand to Bob, intending to help him stand up. "I think we should go to bed also." He pulled Bob up and the two men faced each other. Darryl could not restrain himself. He wrapped his arms around Bob and placed his lips on Bob's.
Poor Bob. He wanted to pull away, but he was so love starved, and Darryl's lips felt so good. Instead of rebuffing Darryl, he parted his lips to give Darryl entry. The two men were erect and their cocks were smashing and rubbing together.
"Sleep with me tonight," Darryl begged.
"No, no. I can't."
"We'll go easy. Let's just whack each other off, like what Rosie and I did the other night. It will give us relief, and we can go further another time, if you want."
Bob wanted sex badly, but he still felt that he was being unfaithful to his dead partner. His libido got the best of him, however, and he agreed to a hand job. Darryl could not be more pleased. He smiled broadly at Bob.
They sat on a double lounge, and pushed their bodies close together. Of course Darryl was the first to reach over and take Bob's hard rod into his hand. He had a vision of playing with his ex-wife's clitoris, and marveled at how wonderful a man's hard cock felt.
Bob tensed and did nothing. Darryl began to stroke, and leaned over to kiss him. Finally Bob reached over and began to stroke Darryl's equally hard cock.
As both men stroked, Bob was carried into another realm. He and Ron were playing. Suddenly he bent over and took Ron's cock into his mouth. This forced Ron to stop stroking him. Ron leaned back and gave himself fully to Bob, who was sucking gently, but with abandon. Bob could tell that Ron was about to cum and he sucked faster, but remained gentle.
Suddenly stream after stream of cum juice was filling Bob's mouth.
Bob was suddenly jolted back to reality, when he heard Darryl say, "That was so wonderful. Give me a moment, and I'll do that to you." Bob realized that he had gone down on Darryl, not Ron. He jumped out of his seat, ran to his bedroom, and slammed the door. Darryl was dumbstruck. He didn't know what to do, so he went to his room and started to cry. He made up his mind to move out as soon as possible.
Back in his room, Bob got into a praying position at the side of his bed. He looked like a toddler about to say his evening prayers. Instead of "Bless Mommy and bless Daddy," he said. "Forgive me Ron. I don't know what came over me. It'll never happen again."
The next morning, Darryl found Bob in the kitchen again. He was preparing breakfast for one. Neither man said anything. To use a trite old expression, the silence was deafening. Finally Bob said, "Sorry, I only made breakfast for one. Since it's a holiday, I didn't know what time you'd get up."
"It's all right," Darryl mumbled. "I'm giving you thirty day's notice as required. Hopefully I'll be out before that. I'll be eating my meals out from now on." He started toward the door.
"Please," Bob said. "Don't do this. You promised to be patient with me. I'm just not ready. I know I can't mourn forever, or bury myself before I die, but I don't know when I'll be ready to have a relationship. I just hope it will be soon. Can't you just be my friend in the meantime? I need you so badly to be a friend. I'm so lonely." Bob buried his head in his hands and started to weep.
Darryl wrapped his arms around him, and Bob rested his head on Darryl's shoulder. "Please don't cry," Darryl whispered in Bob's ear. I hate when a grown man cries." Darryl was afraid to get too intimate. It was actually Bob who pulled Darryl tightly to him and hugged him really hard.
It felt so good to hold Bob that Darryl vowed to give his landlord more time, all the time he needed.
To be continued...