Tourist Motor Court

TOURIST MOTOR COURT - 11 by Paul Daventon

Disclaimer

In the early part of the twentieth century, when motor vehicles were becoming plentiful, forward thinking individuals figured that those motorists would often want to find a place they could stay overnight to continue their journey the next day. They didn't construct fancy motels and inns as are frequent today. The first 'motels' usually contained a number of small cottages near the office facing a courtyard, and were called tourist courts.

These cottages were separated from each other by a distance for more privacy. I, personally, remember at a very young age staying at one of these motor courts with my parents and my sister in the late forties, while traveling on the early Pennsylvania Turnpike. At the time I believed it a wild exciting adventure, sleeping in a cabin-like structure away from home..

The Motor Court of which I write is a left-over, still functioning in the present day. I'm sure the residents are quite different from those in the forties. Travel though time with me to see how they wound up through there in Johnston City, a fictional city in a work of complete fiction, all characters are fictional and do not represent any living person.

All the usual restraints apply to this story. This story contains male/male explicit sex. If you don't like that, or are under 18, please leave.

Chapter 11

Fortunately, Pete's master key was in his pocket so he could immediately open the door. As he did, clouds of smoke drifted out. He tore inside, into the dark gray haze but came back out quickly. "Frank, Ted, the boys are asleep or unconscious, help me get them out and bring along the spread and blanket."

All three ran inside, quickly locating the two young men on the bed, naked as they could be. Ted spread a blanket on the grass so they didn't have to lay the men directly on the ground. He ran back inside to get the other spread and blanket. He was coughing hard when he got out again.

Pete was thinking the young men looked terrible, very pale, hardly breathing. Pete and Frank each had one boy in their arms, hurrying to lay them out in the fresh air. They scrambled to check on their breathing, hoping their lungs were working okay.

Frank shouted, "Eric is breathing. But they are so pallid, should we call 9-1-1?. "

"So is Billy," Pete called back. "I don't know. What can we do to help them?"

Ted suggested, "Keep them warm and the fresh air should help them recover."

Billy started to cough, then Eric did. Both seemed to be trying to cough up their lungs, but did not. They were taking huge breaths, coughing less with each one. Since they were both awake and alert, though coughing, Pete and Frank decided not to call the EMS.

As soon as Ted opened the back windows of the cottage, the heavy smoke was pouring out the door. He could see where the problem was and got the fire extinguisher from the closet to aim at the wall between the beds around a power switch. It looked like a short in the wiring seemed to have caused the fire behind the paneling, filling the room with thick smoke.

Ted went outside and found a pick the landscapers had been using. Right away he began to chop away at the wall. When he got it opened up, he could squirt foam from the extinguisher, putting out the fire. He thought he better do more checking tonight, didn't want to lose the cottage. Most of the smoke had dissipated, flushed out by the cross breeze.

"Cough! Cough!" Billy tried to sit up, so Pete helped him so he could.

"Billy, this is Pete, there is a fire in your cottage. How do you feel?"

"Like I been just suckin' on a diesel tail pipe." He looked to see Eric lying beside him, worried, "Is Eric okay, Pete? Is he?" Billy was so worried he leaned over to look closely at his brother. "Yeah, I see him breathing." Immediately Eric breathed deeply, then coughed and coughed while Billy held him and patted his back. He rolled next to Eric and held him in his arms, caressing his body in concern and obvious love.

Ted came out to report, also wondering how the boys were. "I got the fire out, it hadn't gotten very far, just made a lot of smoke. We'll have to watch it the rest of the night."

When Eric and Billy looked sad, Pete knew they wanted to finish their night in the cottage. "Guys, because you've been run out, you can stay in Cottage #7 next door, just the same. Do you feel alright or should we have you checked out by the EMS?" Pete was really worried, he's be liable, too, if they were really sick.

"Pete, Pete," Billy pleaded with Pete and Frank, "We are fine, just coughing a bit. We are good and still thank you for tonight." Billy wanted to get back to holding Eric and 'other' stuff.

"You know, Pete, "we'll have to fix up #8, maybe we could hire Eric and Billy to help. Think so?"

Frank responded, "That's a good idea, Ted, you fix it up with them, we'll pay them well." Billy and Eric smiled broadly to hear that, "Thanks, Frank, you and Pete are the greatest." Billy turned to Eric, "Hey, man, let's get horizontal." They grinned, then wrapped the blankets around them, heading for Cottage 7. The door closed.

"Hey Ted, we need to wash their clothes, they won't be able to wear them in the morning, they will stink of smoke. You better tell them what we are doing and we'll bring the washing to them in the morning."

Ted walked into the manager's house soon after Pete and Frank had entered.

"Dad, I think everything will wash except for the shoes, maybe I can sort of wash them on the outside. You think?" He carried them to the utility room in that building. The hour wasn't too late, so Ted started the washing and would wait around to move the clothes to the dryer when they were done.

"Ted, that sounds fine, but if you want to go to bed, we'll be up for a while and can move them from washer to dryer. When they are dry, we'll take a master key, open their door ajar and slip the clothes inside. I think if we're quiet and sneaky, we can do it." He called out as Ted left, "We love you, son, thanks for the help."

Ted heard their voices and was filled with love for them, his Dad, Pete, and his other Dad, Frank. He snickered, "That will sound strange when I tell people, but that's the way it is."

Eric and Billy had been drowsing since their last passionate encounter, a hot, erotic sixty- nine, sucking and eating and licking and loving. These two brothers really loved each other, way beyond a regular fraternal connection, joining their bodies, merging them as equals in ardor, fire and zeal. Physically they were twins with difficult to distinguish differences, even on their dicks.

Billy was more awake than Eric, he heard the door opening and closing very silently. 'Who could that have been?' he thought. Maybe he'd better talk to Eric.

He patted Eric on his rump, loving the velvety/steely feeling. "Hey, Eric, wake up."

Eric did stir, growling deeply, and mumbled to Billy.

Billy spoke loudly, "Hey, Eric, wake up."

Eric cuddled closer into Billy's warm body, "I don' wanna'."

Billy turned on the lights. That brought Eric further awake.

"You turned on lights, bro, I can't sleep."

"That's the idea. Look over on the chair by the door. See what's there?"

Finally, Eric sat up, holding tight to his brother, squinting to see in the darkened corner.

Exasperated, Billy spoke in his ear, "The guys washed our clothes and brought them back so we'd have somethin' to wear tomorrow." He looked at his watch, "Well, today, it's after midnight." He was worried about Eric, his younger brother, "Do you feel better now?"

"I'm fine, Bill."

Billy and Eric had gone to bed as soon as they entered Cottage #7. Neither had played with the other, they had slept solidly for a few hours. The two young men had been having sex with each other for five or six years, they really didn't remember exactly.

Billy, the older, had worried about a brother having sex with his own brother, but had long ago stopped worrying. He and Eric were in love and sex just naturally followed. They were old enough to be sure of that. As long as either could remember, they had been the best of friends, constantly together at home, at school and in the neighborhood. They each had other friends but if anyone saw Billy, Eric was there with him. When any friend wondered about it, they reminded that person they were brothers and brothers stood together.

One friend of theirs had said he and his brother hated each other and fought constantly. The Grant boys couldn't understand that, they loved their brother, no question. They might split up but only if one died. Neither had ever thought of separating their lives, going apart..

Eric said once they talked about their lives together, "Billy, I don't care what anybody says, I say we're together for good and I mean it."

Since they were in their bedroom, Billy hugged him, "Me, too, bud, I can't even conceive of not being with you. We are so like twins, we think alike and can read our minds, right?"

Eric thought, 'now he will say, 'our life is good, so why not'?'

Billy nodded "Our life is good, so why not?"

While the boys talked, they'd been caressing their bodies, tweaking nipples, pulling on pricks, patting butts until they were given the other a good reason to make love. Eric soon had his cock up Billy's ass and Billy quickly returned the favor.to Eric later. Their lovemaking wasn't routine, but followed a regular course and each knew what the other liked.

Earlier that evening, Tom and Tim had pleaded with Pete to let them go farther into sex together. Pete really thought they were too young, but was worried they would have anal sex without any help.

"Boys, I want to help, but I don't want to be your teacher. I know Ted is well informed , and he will show you. Anal sex can be wonderful if you are careful and know what to do. I'll talk to Ted and he will help later tonight. Don't go too far before he gets to you. Okay?"

Both boys hugged their Dad, thanking him profusely for giving them Ted. They went to bed early, but Ted didn't get to them until past nine. They were practically basket cases by then. He had to calm them down fast.

"Tom, and Tim, I'm afraid you will need me in the room 'cause I have to supervise. You could possibly do damage to each other and I want you both to love fucking and being fucked." He knew he said that wrong. "Guys, technically you'll be fucking, but I believe making love is a much better term, because when it is just fucking, that's just a physical act, period, but making love is an emotional, almost sacred and passionate way of loving the other person. Do you see what I mean?"

"Sure, Ted, we know what you are saying."

"Okay, strip down and get ready in bed." Ted was surprised to see both dicks dripping steadily from their heads. "I can see you guys are ready all right. We'll take it slow and easy, you don't want to cum too soon."

"Ted, you gotta strip down, too. Okay?" Tim needed to see Ted's cock, he'd imagined a really big one between Ted's legs. Tom, of course, knew Ted's dick from on the farm.

Ted hadn't wanted to strip, but decided he's better get with the program. He'd go down to his boxers and let it go at that.

Both boys stared at Ted's body, they'd seen it before but were still in awe..

"Take it all off, Teddy," Tom told him, "I've seen you naked, but Tim hasn't except for a photo we sent with Pete."

When Ted's hard cock came into view, Tim groaned, "You're so big, Teddy. Sweet."

Tom and Timmy looked into the other's eyes, knowing they already had cum when they first went to bed. They blushed. Ted had brought condoms and lube with him, "I know you would enjoy the loving more without the condoms. Have either of you ever been with another man or girl?"

"Eeyuu," Tim groaned, "girls are icky, yucky. None of that."

Tim had to say, "Ted, I did jack off with my older brother, but that's all."

'You never had your dick inside anyone?"

"No."

"Okay, who wants to go first?"

"I do," Timmy hollered swiftly. "Me first."

"That's fine, Tim, lay down on your back. When did you guys last have a shower?"

Again Tim and Tom looked at Ted. Tom giggled, "About 15 minutes ago." Ted smiled.

Ted had Tim lay on his back, talking quietly to them, explaining as he went along. He raised Tim's legs until his knees were near his ears. "Have you two looked at each other's assholes? Closely?"

"No, Ted. We didn't go that far." Tom was so excited he could hardly talk.

Ted explained about the lube, KY, and showed them a condom. "Guys, if you have any question about your safety, use a condom."

The lube felt cold on Tim's asshole and he jumped. They all laughed, then Ted showed how he would use one finger, then two and then three fingers to try to relax Tim's sphincter, the entrance to his wonder of wonders. After putting some KY on Tom's fingers, Ted had him go ahead with the greasing of Tim's hole. When Tom finally tried three fingers, Tim groaned a little, he had a little pain. Tom tried again, pushing farther inside trying to find Tim's prostate, but had no luck. By that time Tim was feeling no pain, he was loving it.

"Come on, Tommy, stick your big dick in me, I want you to make love to me." Tim was as hot as he'd ever been, every nerve was alive with stinging shocks, especially in his anus. His own cock was sending a steady stream of precum directly onto his navel. "Brother, hurry up, I'm dying of suspense here. Please!" Tim was twitching some of his muscles in spasms.

Timmy's body was receiving sensations he'd never known, but he was just getting too anxious. Ted had Tom kneel just behind Tim's ass, then shoved a pillow under Tim's butt, raising his rear end higher for Tom.

Ted warned, "Whatever you do, Tom, don't rush, don't hurry, go very slow. You don't want to hurt Timmy." He realized his own cock was as big and as long as it ever got. The whole situation had been turning him on, totally erotic and full of passion.

Soon Tim felt Tom's cockhead against his anus, soft, swollen glans, followed by his very hard shaft. The straight cock was shining with lube, soft skin yet hard as steel. Suddenly, Tom's head pushed into his brother's asshole, just popped in to feel the extraordinary heat inside. Both boys groaned, having sensitivity overload, their bodies tingling and twitching from the electric shocks to their systems. Tim felt tremendous heat flood through his body, he was sweating, dripping. Tom leaned forward to hold his brother tight, kissing him desperately, knowing his cock would soon be totally immersed inside Tim.

Millimeter by millimeter Tom's prick gradually slid into the heat and moisture and soft tissue, until his pubes and balls were pressing on Tim's buttocks. Breath by breath Tom was pulling and pushing his love rod in and out of Tim's rectum. Both of them were moaning, groaning with each movement. Tom was forcing his tongue inside Tim's mouth, dueling with his brother's tongue, all the while punking Tim's ass, his passions and excitement rising higher and higher.

Where Ted sat, he could easily see Tom's winking asshole as his buttocks spread wider and back. He visualized forcing his cock into that warm cavern so much he was suddenly surprised when his balls sent their load of cum out through his cock, landing on the bed spread, five or six full streams. He was in shock, dazed, until he realize what he 'd done. He'd rarely cum before without touching his prong.

When Ted checked the boys again, they seemed in good shape, neither was in pain or discomfort so they were two lucky boys.

Ted was sure they would be alright now. He was also sure that Tom's love hole would be filled with Tim's cum as soon as they recovered. After Tom had cum into Tim's ass, they collapsed with words of love to each other, holding and caressing their partner. Ted decided to dress and leave while they weren't alert. He lightly kissed Tom's buttocks, then left the cottage. Ted remembered those buttocks were so cute on a 8 year old Tom, then filled out by the time he was 12. Now 14, they were so hot, it took all of Ted's will power to resist loving them.

As Tom and Tim gradually emerged from their trance, Tom first noticed Ted had left as his soft dick plopped from Tim's asshole. "Where did Ted go?" Tim asked.

"I guess we are on our own now, Timmy, and I couldn't think of a better way for us to love. Let's get a shower." He stood at the side of the bed, and glanced at the spread. "Hey, look here, Tim, the spread is all wet, and I think this is Ted's cum. Wow, we made him very hot."

Tim rejoined and cuddled Tom, "Well, all I know is I got a wonderful loving from my man." He kissed Tom and grinned, "That was the first of many, right?"

"Yeah, I'm next. And ..," after he felt Tim's still hard cock, "and you are ready for me." Tom's excitement gave him droning shocks from his crotch all over his body.

They showered, using plenty of soap to clean each other's body, concentrating on certain special body parts to be used again very soon.

When the two boys got in the shower and were splashing in the hot water, the closet door of their cottage quietly opened a bit to allow two smaller boys to leave the cottage, back to their own cottage. Ted's educational lesson had reached Bobby and Derek, too. They just might try it out, but would be handicapped by their small dicks.

The following Saturday Pete and Frank and their burgeoning brood lined up to walk to their new home. Pete had given a down payment to settle the purchase and he and Frank signed the whole deal. At that point the home of Brett's grandparents was now their property. The line through the woods behind the Tourist Court followed Pete and Frank; Ted and Brett, Bran and Jon, Tom and Tim, Bobby and Derek. Jon didn't think he should go, but honestly felt interested in everything this group of wonderful people would do. And, Bran was especially forceful in having Jon with him. Bran was also so attached to Brett who was attached to Ted, an original family member. Everyone loved Brett, Bran, Derek and Jon as much as the adopted relatives.

The group must have made a sensation in the neighborhood, walking hand in hand, male to male, to their new home. Pete had been wanting a permanent home for his family for quite a while, he was thrilled he found the Morgan property. The elder Morgans, Brett's grandparents, had spent a lot of money and time keeping their house at 348 Rosewood Avenue, the street two blocks behind the Tourist Court, in great shape and excellent condition.

This house was large, three floors plus a huge, fully furnished basement. The old garage was two stories, room for 4 cars, plus a fine, well-furnished apartment on the second story. In the old days, that would have given their servants a place to live on the property. Pete hadn't explained to the others about the apartment, personally wanting all the family in the house. It could be a place for Bran and Jon to be together and not at either's home. Yet Jon's suite in Amanda's home would also be a great place for them, if they could forget Monty.

As the troop neared their new home, Brett waved to his dad as he crossed the street to join the gang. He, Pete and Frank shook hands as they continued to the next house, 348 Rosewood Avenue, the Morgan, Sr's home. The whole line of men and boys bubbled with comments and excitement involving the new setting for their lives. A grand old Victorian house, painted rather gaudily for their taste, but glowing with brilliance and appeal, rose in honest splendor, a real showplace. The garage looked similar to the house.

The eleven boys and men followed Harry Morgan as he opened the front door for them to enter and become familiar with their old new home. At that point the noise of their discovering special items that appealed increased in volume and fervor; first, a huge fireplace in the front parlor in which they could burn four foot logs, the dining room with a table which could easily seat 12 people, and the kitchen which had recently been remodeled with the latest in kitchen appliances and granite countertops, plus new walnut cabinets of every imaginable size and shape.

"Harry," Pete turned to Brett's father, "this is a marvelous place, especially for my growing family. We all hope that you will be with us in this house most of the time. I'm sure your son, Brett, will be here quite a bit and we don't want you to be lonely. Will you do that?"

"Pete and everybody, I seem to be collecting a bunch of in-laws since my son is practically married to your oldest, Ted. I can hardly explain what this means to me. I am thrilled. I hope you will all begin to feel me as your third Dad. I cannot appeal to you enough to make that adjustment. Heck, you've accepted a second dad and why not a third?" Harry Morgan blushed, feeling he was pushing himself into their midst.

"Harry," Frank interjected, "I have never been happier than I am today, a part of this amazing family. I'm sure you will be welcomed as well. However, you must remember that some of us are definitely gay while others are 'maybe' gay, therefore you will be aware of 'goings-on' with which you are unfamiliar.

"I think you want to understand some of what Brett is dealing with, how he feels and the importance of his love for Ted to him. I'm sure he loves you just as he has and always will. We all will be glad to help." Frank gave Harry a hug and little peck on the cheek. He started to laugh, "And, Mr. Morgan, you've just been hugged and kissed by a man and the earth is still spinning on its axis and you haven't been turned into a simpering, limp-wristed queer. Right?"

Harry's face turned all shades of red, his mouth ajar with disbelief. He seemed to be in shock for a moment, but as he recovered, he began to appreciate the feeling of Frank's arms around him. He hugged Frank back, administering a quick peck on his cheek.

The whole gang got in on the fun, "Way to go, Dad," from Brett, who cut in to hold his dad in a clinch, also kissing him but made it a real kiss. Ted squeezed between Brett and his dad, giving him the same treatment, "Welcome to the Johnstons, Dad-in-law, as the third Dad."

From then on a melee of young and older males hugged Harry who now was hugging back. He absolutely loved picking up Bobby and Derek, hugging and kissing them. Ever since Brett grew too old for picking up and resisted being kissed, and especially after his wife died, Harry had wished for a small boy to be around him. For a moment he wondered what the hell he was doing, but after watching his son and son-in-law cuddling on the couch, he decided to go with the flow. He also realized that any member of this family would give observers a very difficult time recognizing them as homosexual. Nothing was closer to the truth.

Pete asked for quiet from his family. "Guys, I just want to point out that whatever goes on in this family, wherever or whenever, is to stay IN this family, no one else should know or need to know. So, keep quiet about some parts of our family life and we'll all be happy." Pete didn't want to make a big deal out of it, but he also wanted to avoid nasty rumors going around town.

"Now, everybody, investigate this house, figure out which bedroom you would like to have. There is one master bedroom and four more good sized bedrooms with plenty of baths in between. Need I say that the master bedroom will belong to Frank and me? Well, it will be." He smiled with confidence and assurance.

Pete, Frank and Harry sat in the living room on one of three couches there. Harry was impressed with both men partly because of the masculinity they exhibited.

"When I looked at you two, the thought never entered my head that you might be gay. I'm afraid I've had a very misguided view of gay men and I regret the times I've punished high school gay kids for their actions." He rued the detentions he'd given and suspensions, too. He turned to look at the young men, "Maybe somehow I can atone for those times. I want to say that I appreciate all you two have accomplished with your family." Harry was sitting between Pete and Frank and got another shock when both men put a hand on his thighs, hugging the older man to themselves.

He couldn't believe his position between two gay men who were hugging him. He felt their warmth, his inner desires and yearnings quickly acclimated to the sensations. His thoughts slowly glided into wandering paths, 'Could it be that I am a repressed gay man?' He put his hands on top of Frank's and Pete's hands on his leg.

"Pete and Frank, I'm very mixed up, my thoughts are whirling so much I don't know what I think." He blushed a little, 'I'm holding hands with these guys'. He spoke kindly, "But, I'm very grateful for what you have done for me, it must have taken a lot of courage. Believe me, we will talk again. I'll have a lot of questions."

Pete responded, "I can't imagine your thoughts, but we are pleased if we can help you with Brett's new life."

"And, Harry," Frank added, "we'd be pleased if you would come anytime. I know you must be very busy, but please let us have some of your time."

Pete stood up, "Come on, let's see who has picked what bedrooms. I suppose Ted is out in the garage with Brett looking at the old car, the twin to Ted's car at the tourist court."

Everyone was pleased with the family's home purchase, the younger boys especially when they found the recreation room in the basement. That room had been Brett's favorite place when he was younger. At the present time his favorite was any bedroom with Ted in it. He grinned bashfully when Ted mentioned that. "Sure, you're right, Teddie. I must admit that when I get to school in the morning after we've made love, Bran and Kirk just need to look at me to know."

"Do they give you a hard time, Brett?"

"Not really, Bran is jealous and Kirk then tells me of his last fuck with his girl friend, going into all the details that I'd rather not hear."

Ted asked with a cynical smile, "Isn't Bran getting any now? I thought he'd be in heaven."

Brett sadly shook his head, "He and Jon decided they should go slow, take their time and not rush into sex until they knew each other better." He grinned, "I don't think Bran was too happy about that, but he's in love with Jon already and he'll wait for a while."

"Yeah, I suppose he will." Ted needed a hug. He pulled Brett to himself, "Brett, have you decided what bedroom we want? Whatever you like will suit me."

"Hon, I'd like the bedroom where I used to sleep when I stayed with my grandparents here. It isn't the largest one, but I'm very comfortable with the feeling and mood of it."

Ted still held Brett, "How about we try out the bedroom; we have time, you think?" Ted was leering into Brett's eyes, "What you say, lover?" Brett kissed Ted greedily, then pulled him up the stairs.

The holidays appeared so quickly on the horizon of the Johnston's lives, bursting in on their motel business, school activities and on their normal activities around the new house. Thanksgiving loomed a while but then surrounded all of their time and talents with a suddenness that stunned them. The fantastic, delicious Thanksgiving dinner appeared in the dining room of their new house with a wonderful crowd. None of the Johnston family were great cooks, so Pete visited the most popular catering service in Johnston City, directing a huge banquet of turkey, mashed and sweet potatoes, dressing, vegetables and fruit, plus relishes and pumpkin pie be delivered to his house early on Thanksgiving Day. The hot foods were conveyed in warming trays that would hold until noon when everyone was expected to be in the dining room.

The large table was beautiful with silver candelabra ready to be lit, handsome china found in the cupboards in the dining room along with the Morgan family sterling. Brett's grandparents left everything in the house for the Johnstons to use. At one point recently Pete asked Harry if there were any of his parent's things he would want for himself. He answered he had plenty and was happy that his friends would be using them.

Around the table at noon sat Pete and Frank, all their sons and son-in-law, plus Harry Morgan, Dwight Jensen, Billy and Eric, Jon and Bran, Derek Wilson and his mother, and Amanda Warren without her husband. Pete and Frank had to rent an extension table, set up in the dining room, Pete at the head of one and Frank at the head of the other, each seating eight of the guests.

The heated food trays had been set up on the buffet so everyone could help themselves. Before they started the meal, while everybody was standing, Pete offered this prayer.

"Heavenly Father, we thank you for this day and the opportunity to get together with our loved ones for food and good times. Please bless our family and our dear friends. Thank you for the food and our new house. Amen."

The 'amen' was repeated by the family and guests. The buffet was set up so two lines would be able to serve themselves quickly.

"There is plenty of food so dig in as my Dad used to say." Pete barely remembered his father, but did recall that phrase. "And Bobby and Derek made place cards so you'll need to search for your name. I must admit I didn't check, but if your name is missing, let me know so I can place you. The main meal was hot and good and went on for a couple of hours, along with loads of conversations so those who didn't know others could discover them. Amanda was particularly pleased to see the whole family, so thrilled with the handsome Johnston family, especially the boys who looked and acted so well. And, she was pleased that her writer/butler had found Bran, a wonderful looking boy and fine man, too.

Amanda asked before the meal was over, "Say, Pete, did you cook all this wonderful food or did someone help you? It is all delicious."

"Well, Amanda, I did have some help, some friends at the Executive Catering Service. They do a good job, don't they? Keep them in mind for another time." He smiled, "For instance, when Jon is busy with his new friend, Bran, he might need help." All those listening knew he was teasing Jon and Bran, but in a loving and warm manner.

The group hadn't been bothered by incoming motel guests during the meal, but Ted took care of business immediately afterward. The bell in the Tourist Court office also rang in Ted's cell phone. He raced the couple blocks to the manager's office, though he didn't realize that Brett was following him. So he had a special surprise after he finished with the guests.

No sooner had the Thanksgiving weekend ended, all planning went toward Christmas, impending within four weeks. Pete's sons, the former Stone boys, had very little at Christmas when they lived in Iowa and Pete planned to make up for that. They all worked together to decorate the new house, greens and wreaths and red ribbon, set up a tree in the living room, all decorated. Everybody helped doing that, including Jon and Bran, Bobby and Derek, Billy and Eric.

While Ted was living in the new house, Brett lived next door with his father, but most of the time slept with Ted in the large Victorian home. Of course Pete and Frank had their large bedroom, Tom and Tim in another, Ted and Bobby in a third. If Brett was staying with Ted, they used the fourth bedroom.

There were two well-furnished bedrooms in the basement that were available to Jon and Bran, and Eric and Billy if they wanted. Often Bran wanted to just be near Brett, close enough to talk and play games. Jon wasn't too old to join them in having fun.

Brett knew Bran very well and also knew he had hopes that Bran would sometimes have sex with him, but Brett was sure he wouldn't. He still loved Bran, yet Ted was his partner and would always be. Brett often allowed Bran some kisses, but not into passionate searching each other's mouth for gold or whatever.

Christmas Day passed with much celebrating, presents all given, more delicious food. Pete and Frank realized after all was over, they'd spent quite a bit a money for everyone. But they didn't regret any purchase. They mostly wanted all their boys to be happy and enjoy the gifts of Christmas, aside from the Savior..

Frank's house sold the day after Christmas for a good profit. That money was transferred to the Johnston savings in Frank's bank. He constantly watched the market and interest rates so they would get the best deals. Pete and Frank kept small amounts in their separate checking accounts. With those funds they could buy gifts for each other, reminders of their love.

Christmas vacation flew by in a flurry of activities for the older boys and for the younger, too. School started again on January 2nd and was also started wrestling season. Brett and Bran had already been working out with the team some, with weights and the machines. Their training coach watched Brett and Bran and the other team members carefully to be sure they were training the proper and correct way.

Tony Mekovich, the wrestling training coach, enjoyed all the wrestling team members, but had a special place in his heart for Brett and Bran. He knew they were friends from way back, and they were very close. But after watching them for a few weeks, he felt they had found a new relationship.

So often he would come upon them talking to each other, but they would stop talking when they saw Tony near them. He was hoping they were all right, and he knew that Brett was gay, but had never thought about Bran that way. He didn't want any problem between them to come up, disturbing their mental or emotional state, take their concentration away from wrestling.

Tony was built like a short fireplug, yet not as heavy. His dark hair lay flat, not like a messy bunch of weeds as was popular then. There was no hiding his defined muscular body, so perfectly formed that it couldn't be missed. He had a round, friendly face, not exactly handsome but with a charismatic 'cuteness' about it, with freckles even. The entire team loved him though they wouldn't have used that term, but they would do anything he asked, or collapse trying. Most of them had noticed an unusually large bulge in his crotch, often wondering how much he had, commenting between themselves.

Even though the two boys were working hard, taking their training seriously, still he was a little worried for them. After training one day, he asked them to stop in his office after they were finished. They said sure, no problem.

About 4 pm they stopped in. "What's up, Tony? Are we doing okay?" Brett asked.

"Oh, no big problem, guys, I just wanted to have a little talk, if that's okay?'

"Yeah, okay with us," Bran slid into a chair in front of his desk.

Tony started, "I know you've been friends forever, but I wondered if anything has changed between you two. You know, is your friendship still the same, good and strong?"

Both Brett and Bran blushed bright red. Neither seemed to be okay with that question. They glanced toward the other friend, but weren't sure what to answer.

Brett cleared his throat, "Don't know what you mean, Tony. We're still buddies." He smiled and tried not to fidget or seem nervous.

"We're still the same, boss," Bran interjected, "same best friends." Bran scratched his head, smoothing the hair back on his head, then looked around the small office.

Tony nodded. "I know we three aren't close friends, but I'm still concerned about you, I know you had some problems earlier, Brett, has your changed status caused any problems?"

Brett stared into Bran's eyes for a moment, then Bran nodded, looked down, then back.

"Tony, can you keep anything we tell you to yourself? We'll tell you about us, but we don't want to hear it coming back at us." Brett felt he'd like to talk to Tony about he and Bran, but didn't want any of it getting around.

"Brett, Bran. Anything you tell me stays with me. I don't talk to anyone else about you."

Tony stuck out his hand toward them. Brett clutched it, shaking it with emotion. Bran did also, holding tight to Tony's hand, giving a strong warning with his eyes, too.

Quietly and succinctly, Brett told all about their relationship, before and after. He told about their partners, their lovers, trying to explain how they feel toward each other and toward them. "It has been very difficult, Tony, to stay in control of our emotions. But ... we are still best friends, we love each other and want the best for us. And we are going to make sure it all works out."

"Guys, I admire you two so much. You certainly are two in millions. I'm very sure that you will succeed and prosper very well." He smiled, shyly, "You have been honest and open to me, so I will be for you." He hesitated, not quite sure whether he should, "I had a friend, like you two, but I was afraid and didn't go the way I should have. I should be with him right now, but made a poor decision at the time. He asked me, and I turned him down." Brett and Bran could see tears in Tony's eyes. He sniffed, "I wish I was as brave as you, but I wasn't and now regret it very much." Tony reached for a tissue, wiping his eyes and face.

Brett asked, "Do you know where he is?"

"No, I haven't heard from him since the day I turned him down. I'm a stupid shit."

Brett and Bran were quiet. Then Bran asked, "Do you know where you could find out? Maybe his parents or other relatives?"

Tony hesitated, "I suppose I could try his parents, but I'd be embarrassed."

"Wouldn't that be better than living without him?" Brett put the necessary question to him.

Tony was thinking, 'these guys had a great idea. Why the hell don't you do it, stupid?', talking to himself. He smiled at the boys, "Okay, guys, I'll think about it. I've kept you long enough." He stood up, the boys did, too. "I'll see you guys tomorrow. Now git." He slapped their butts when they passed him, "Keep working out hard, you two. You will be the best."

They waved back and headed for home. As they were leaving, they passed by the young assistant wrestling coach, Carleton Bainbridge, who was a very light black and good-looking. He was built like the usual wrestling coach, not big but very strong and acrobatically agile.

After he passed, they looked at each other, winking and rolling their eyes. They thought he was really hot.

Once the wrestling season started at Johnston City High School in January, most of the Johnston family wanted to watch their wrestling boys from the bleachers. They didn't sit all together, but more by ages than anything else. Bobby and Derek usually sat in the upper reaches of the pullout seating while Tim and Tom were with other friends in the high school section.

Frank and Pete usually sat with the grown-ups about in the middle somewhere, though Ted and Jon sat as close to the team as possible, each watching over their lover. Both of them couldn't help getting hot watching all the muscled guys in their tight, low cut singlets, brilliant in their red and white school colors. The gymnasium was filled to capacity, wrestling had become popular in Johnston City mostly because the teams had finished so well in the past.

Jon and Ted giggled together to watch which guys whose dicks were sticking out the farthest and most obvious. Ted had never asked Brett what they wore underneath their singlet, but would remember to do that later. But they obviously didn't wear a tight jock. Brett and Bran rarely wrestled each other during the competitions, Bran was taller and heavier than Brett, but they would practice together trying to outwit their friend. At practice both Bran and Brett noticed that Coach Mekovich was talking to a young man, about the coach's age, someone they hadn't seen before. Brett whispered to Bran, "That must be the coach's man he told us about. He's hot isn't he? I'm glad he found him before it was too late.

The two boys smiled at their coach, who blushed and returned their smile. Bran and Brett gave him two thumbs up, approving of his man'. He nodded back with another, broader smile..

As the season progressed, the matches became tougher and more difficult. Near to the division semi-finals both Brett and Bran had great records, winning a lot more that they lost. At the semi-finals Brett and Bran were matched against very tough rivals, not all that sure how well they would do.

"Geez, Bran, you got the worse match, Rod Reynolds went to the state meet last year. I know you'll do great, but watch out for his tricks, he's had a lot of them." Brett patted Bran on the back, wanting to do more, but of necessity holding back.

"Yeah, Brett, you have a bad one, too, Butch Reynolds is as bad as Rod. For brothers, they look like a matched set, but Butch is lighter and not as big. I know you can handle him for sure." Bran wasn't that sure of it, Brett didn't pin him the previous year. He just hoped the guy didn't hurt Brett, or give him a hard time about being gay. Butch was from another town, but those rumors have a way for getting around for long distances.

As it happened, Bran made mincemeat of Rod Reynolds fast, pinning him in two minutes. Bran was so happy and so was his lover, Jon. The whole family applauded for him loud and long. That meant that Bran would go to the state wrestling championships.

The match between Brett and Butch started well for Brett, gaining points. But, Butch came out with - "You ain't gonna beat me, you fag. You hit on me, I'll kill you."

The referee overheard Butch's remark and warned him, "Any more of that, and I'll disqualify you. Got it?" But the hateful remark had gotten to Brett. He wrestled well until almost the end of the match. Butch got him up in the air and somehow just dropped him on his head. Brett's body just collapsed onto the mat, no movement at all.

A huge groan came from the bleachers, more when Brett didn't get right up. The referee stopped the match to see to Brett. He signaled to the Medics on duty to come to Brett's aid. Every one of the Johnston family was stricken with fear and held their breath. After the medics listened to Brett, he called for a stretcher and Brett's match was over. The medic had put a neck brace on Brett's neck. At least the referee, having heard Butch's remark earlier, declared the match nullified. Brett wouldn't be going to state finals, but neither would Butch. Butch would probably complain, even lodge a complaint. However, that referee would not change his mind about the match.

Bran was walking beside the stretcher, talking to Brett; all of Brett's family including the Johnston family, headed for the hospital. Since they knew Brett had been talking to Bran, they hoped the prognosis wouldn't be too bad. Bran said Brett had said he didn't feel bad, but couldn't get up off the mat. Bran wanted to hug Brett and hold his hand but knew he shouldn't.

The waiting room in emergency was filled with Johnstons and Harry Morgan, among all the others there. It was pretty quiet, nervous and concerned people didn't talk much, worried about their family member. Pete and Frank just tried to keep the younger boys from panicking, Brett would be all right.

Dr Barnes from emergency came out to Pete and Harry Morgan, Brett's father, "We are going to do a full scan now, Harry, he's awake and talking, but can't move his legs well. We'll check everything that we can, and I'll be back as soon as I can." Pete put his arm around Harry, trying to console him, give him the hope they all wished for.

When the doctor returned, he was optimistic about their boy, but wanted to take x-rays and MRIs to make sure nothing dangerous was wrong. He wasn't really worried about the leg problem. However everyone else was. Pete decided to take Bobby, Tim and Tom back to the Tourist Court to rest and get some nourishment. Pete and Frank wanted to be at the motel to register guests, but Ted would stay at the hospital, to be in touch with them by his cell phone.

After the wrestling matches, Bran changed and got to the hospital as quickly as he could. He and Jon walked outside in the cold, wanting to get away to talk. Bran was terribly upset, close to tears about his best friend and single-time lover. Jon tried to console him without looking too much like the lover he was. There was really no place they could be alone near the hospital, no where Bran could get the loving care he needed.

"Jon, if Brett is seriously injured, I'll kill that Butch Reynolds. That son-of-a-bitch did that on purpose, I'm sure. Brett said he called him a fag, said he'd kill him." Bran knew all of the matches were video-taped and was going to watch Butch and Brett.

Everyone who knew Brett had a difficult night of no sleep and multiple shadows of despair. No report had come from the hospital that night. Harry and Ted stayed with Brett all night, sleeping a bit in a very uncomfortable chairs beside his bed, watching and waiting, going from abject horror to some assurance that he would be alright. He pledged God that if Brett came out okay, he would be totally behind his son in anything he would do. Ted was making the very same promises himself.

Later in the night Ted was holding one of Brett's hands while Harry held his son's hand on the other. Ted's other arm lay on the metal bed guards, allowing him to lay his head down a bit. His hand in Brett's was holding and caressing it, his thumb softly patting his soft palm. Suddenly Brett gave a groan, deep in his chest. Both Harry and Ted raised their heads to look at him, though his eyes were still closed. For some reason Ted looked at Brett's crotch under the sheet. He did a double-take viewing a mountain rising from his crotch, his cock erecting slowly. Ted smiled and nodded at Harry, pointing at the full crotch. Harry blushed, then smiled, "My god, Ted, is he really that big?" He pointed directly at the bulge.

Ted nodded, "Bigger." Again he smiled, realizing that naturally Harry wouldn't know just how big his son was. He chuckled which was echoed by the boy's father.

The night passed so slowly with each hour seemed to be a whole night's length. No one was sleeping soundly except the youngest boys. Derek had gone home to his mother when Frank took him there, explaining to his mother their emergency. She prayed for Brett a lot that night. Tim and Tom managed to sleep. Wrapped up in each other's naked body provided the necessary comfort for them, though they did sleep, though fitfully.

As the pink in the sky mutated into red, then to bright blue coloring the clouds in beautiful tints, giving a possible sign of hope to those just wakening. Harry and Ted woke, but Harry left to visit the men's room.

Ted stood to stretch, then leaned over the bed and gave Brett a big sloppy kiss, licking the boy's lips with his tongue, pushing it through but met Brett's teeth guarding his mouth. Ted hadn't heard her quiet steps, but knew who it was when he heard her soft voice. It was the nurse for Brett, she had a smile in her voice, too, "I don't think that was prescribed by the doctor, but in my way of thinking, it might have more effect than all the medicines." The slim black nurse moved near Ted to give him a big hug. She whispered, "Has he said anything?" Ted shook his head 'no'. "Probably not because we've given him a lot of relaxant that should ease his pain and settle his nerves. But it will also keep him under for a while."

"He did groan a while ago, but that was all." Ted was still worried about his lover, a sinking feeling in his stomach.

"If the doctor is around, don't kiss Brett. He goes crazy sometimes, got a burr up his ass about gays. I think he needs a big ol' enema to straighten him out." She giggled, "I'm wondering, I have to think you aren't really his brother."

Ted liked this woman, "No, he's my lover and his father approves, I'm his son-in-law, he seems to like it."

"It's none of my business, but I think you two are the luckiest guys, having each other. I have a gay son, but he hasn't met anyone yet. He's just 17, but will be 18 soon, I tell him not to be impatient." Ted was interested, "Do you have a picture of him?"

"Sure, I've got a lot, glad to pass them out." She thought this man might know of someone good for Jacob. She desperately wanted Jacob with a good man very soon. Otherwise he'd probably get into trouble.

Ted looked at the picture she gave him, a beautiful, light colored black man stared from the paper, so handsome he should be a movie star. Sort of like Will Smith as a young man.

"He's so fine looking, just beautiful, ma'am, wonderful. Play sports, does it?"

"Sure thing, he was quarterback on the high school football team, 24 touchdowns last year, 200 completions out of 353. She raised her eyebrows, "Good, huh?"

"Great," Ted answered, just when Harry came in the room. "Oh, this is Brett's father, Harry Morgan, we both stayed all night."

"Anything new, Ted?"

"Nope". He turned to the nurse, "Could I sort of look around for Jacob?"

"Yeah, that'd be great." She looked at her watch, "The doctor will be in to see Brett in a few minutes." She giggled, "Just don't kiss him for a while. Okay?"

Ted smiled when Harry looked at him, wondering why the warning.

"I'll explain later, Dad."

At visiting hours, more Johnston's arrived to see Brett, hoping to find him awake. They were disappointed but some stayed just in case. The doctor had reported that in his judgment Brett should wake soon and would feel much better.

Ted kissed Brett any chance he got, Brett's father didn't seem to mind at all. After lunchtime, holding Brett's hand, Ted kissed him again. Ted's hand was squeezed tight, and Brett stuck his tongue into Ted's mouth.

Brett murmured, "Do that again, lover, I like that."

Ted yelled, "You talked, you talked, hey Dads, come in here."

Pete, Frank and Harry walked in to find Brett's eyes opened, just a little dazed, but Brett repeated, "Hi ... ah ... Dad, Dad, and Dad." He giggled a little, "We got a surplus number of Dad's here. Oh well, the more the merrier. Thanks, Dads."

Everyone wanted to hold Brett's hands, and were eventually able to work their way near the bed. Ted went to get the nurse to spread the news. She said she would call the doctor.

After a complete examination, the doctor informed Brett his legs should be working soon. "Why don't you try again, Brett? You will be the judge of your progress." The doctor assumed a more sympathetic manner toward Brett, feeling the young man might respond more easily.

"I'll send a rehab nurse to work on your legs. I think the swelling in your back is abating so the nerves will be able to unwind and work much better."

The doctor patted Brett's shoulder then left the room, his white coat tails flying in the breeze. Within five minutes the rehab nurse appeared and shooed everyone out. She was a 'don't -mess-with me' medical staff.

"Oh, please, couldn't my brother stay with me, please," Brett pleaded so Ted could stay. "I just woke up since yesterday and I'm really out of synch." He smiled ingratiatingly, doing his best to win her over.

She didn't smile, "If that helps you to do what I tell you, I guess it's all right." Then she smiled, "No more kissing though, while I'm around. Okay?" They knew she was won over, but wouldn't put up with any funny stuff. Ted quickly got up and laid a kiss on her cheek.

She blushed , "Now Mr. Smoothie, no more of that. I'm a professional here, you got to know I can't be swayed by kisses ...... much," then she started laughing giddily, "Now you got me so I can't concentrate." She pointed at Ted, "You ..... out!" But she did smile at him warmly.

Ted went to the Waiting Room, sat and sent a few thoughts of thanks heavenward. While he was in a thankful mood, he thought of the other nurse's 17 year old son, Jacob, wondering who he could find for him. Suddenly, an inspiration came to him. One of the assistant wrestling coaches at the high school was Mr. Bainbridge, a young, maybe 23-24 year old just out of college, but a great wrestler and teacher. He was in fantastic shape, light brown with almost white features. Beautiful! Carleton got along with everyone he had to deal with, and, in Ted's thoughts, might be a candidate for Jacob. He's not much older and unless Ted was terribly mistaken, Carleton was gay, or leaning that way. Nothing particular that he noticed, but when Ted was at Brett's wrestling practices, watching all the wrestlers, some of Bert's actions and mannerisms convinced him. He went to find the nurse and told her about the coach.

"I thought of someone who might be a good match for Jacob, Mr. Carleton Bainbridge, an assistant wrestling coach at the high school. He's a fine young man, just a little older that could be good for Jacob. I'll set up a meeting for Jacob and him as soon as I can.

The nurse hugged Ted, squeezing hard, "Thanks, Ted, you are a good man, I knew it, I just knew it. I'll tell Jacob when I get home. He probably knows him by sight. Are you sure about him?"

"I'm 99% positive, but I'll be completely sure before they meet. Okay?"

"Great, we'll wait for your call."

Three days later, Ted and Harry got to take Brett home. Brett had recovered, almost entirely, the use of his legs, though he would need more rehabilitation in the next couple of months.

"Dad and Ted, I'm so happy to be out, but not happy that I might not be able to wrestle anymore. Do you think if I do the rehab stuff really well I could?"

Harry asked, "Were you searching out athletic college scholarships in wrestling?"

"No, Dad, I hadn't really thought of it. I guess I wouldn't need one, but maybe I should."

Fatefully, Brett's last wrestling match happened to be his absolute last match. Unfortunately for Brett, Bran went on to win the state championship in his weight class. And, incidentally, he wrestled for Ohio State to win more championships. But, since he loved Bran, he received the news with equanimity for his best friend.

Needless to say, Ted stayed with Brett at his home, took are of him, slept with him, and worked out a way they could make love to each other. Bran had come to visit with Brett in the afternoon, staying most of that time. Ted wanted to kick him out, but understood his desires to be with Brett as much as he could.

"Hey, Bran, aren't you staying with Jon tonight? Was he coming to pick you up?"

Bran unconcerned, said, "Jon lent me his car to get here while he was cooking for Mrs. Warren and me." He checked his watch, "Oh, man, I'm going to be late. Thanks for reminding me. I better hustle." Bran hugged Brett firmly and kissed him on the lips, then said "Bye," and "bye, Teddie, see you later." He rushed from the house heading toward Warren's home, realizing his stomach was making noise, sounding like 'feed me', 'feed me', in a very gruff voice.

Ted brought a tray up to Brett's room from the Morgan's kitchen so he and Brett ate their supper in the bedroom. Ted noticed Brett was feeling tired, not used to exercising having been in that hospital bed for four days. He called for their Dad to come upstairs before they settled in the bed with each other.

"How's it going, son?" Harry sat on the edge of the bed. "I expect you are tired, so an early night would be good." He kissed Brett on the lips, "Brett, after what we just gone through, you need to accept kisses from me, no matter how old you are." He smiled to his son, the pride of his life, "And I know you are a man, but you are still my only son." He leaned over to give Brett a hug and another kiss. "Pardon me, Ted, and I know in my heart that you are my son, too, but I have a few prior rights on Brett. I remember clearly when I first held him in my arms right after his birth." Harry was having difficulty holding back the tears, "B ... bu ... but I am certainly proud of you both. Have a little consideration for the old man, me!"

As Harry rose from the bed, Ted clasped him in his arms, "Dad, I love you so much, and I'm so happy to have a few Dads of my own. And thank you for allowing me to attach myself to your son. I will care for him to my best ability," he turned to stare at Brett, "that is, if he minds me." Drawing in a huge breath, Ted laughed strongly at the absurdly statement he just made.

"I'm so pleased to be part of your family as he is of mine." Ted gave Harry a strong hug and kissed him on the lips. He laughed again, partly seriously, "And, now we'll see you in the morning." He pointed to the door of Brett's room.

Harry left, choking a bit, but managed to say, "Okay, okay, I know when to leave." He smiled and returned to the first floor. Ted was careful with Brett, though both were pleased with the sex they managed to experience with love and devotion.

Bran and Jon stayed together for many years as would Ted and Brett. But the former would astound their family in Johnston City in the future, about four years later.

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