TOURIST MOTOR COURT - 7 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 Tourist 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 7
After visiting Pete's friend, Dwight, who said no problem and 10% would be fine, Pete and Frank felt much better. Dwight guessed it might take three weeks. He promised for each day beyond three weeks, he would deduct 1 percent from his 10% share. If he brought the decision in early, his share would go up one percent for each day to a limit of 15%.
"Pete, it's so good to see you again. About your inheritance, I think you have taken the right steps to assure you receive whatever is due to you. The probate judge is a good one. He was in charge of your original experience in probate and happens to be a good friend of mine. Since your new problem is primarily undiscovered funds which should be yours, I feel it's a no brainer."
"Frank, I haven't met you, but know of you. I'm pleased to finally meet you." Dwight looked at both young men. He smiled, "Could I make a guess, guys?"
Pete and Frank looked at each other, laughed and Pete said, "Go ahead, Dwight."
"Now, my friends, I do know that Frank is gay, but I never knew that about you, Pete. But I would guess you are partners. Am I right?"
Pete answered, "Back in high school, Dwight, I never thought of being gay at all. However, after my first experience with straight sex, which was reasonably successful, by the way, I decided never to do that again. I wanted a 'man'. I've traveled around the country since high school and am now completely gay."
"Dwight," Frank offered, "you may have known that my first partner died of cancer. I haven't socialized since, until I met Pete here. Yes, though we haven't advertised it, we don't live together, but are working that out." He breathed deeply, "And, Pete recently adopted four boys by himself and these are the greatest boys, Bobby, 10, Tom, 14, Tim, 14, and Ted, 19." He grinned, "And I'm sure that he would tell you the whole story at the drop of a beer can."
Dwight laughed, "I'd sure like to hear that. Are Tim and Tom twins?"
Pete explained, "Two different families. Actually Tim was born in Johnston City."
Dwight stood, "I have another appointment right now, but I'll be working on your problem. I'll call when I have something to tell you. Good luck."
"Well, Dwight, we better get home to the Tourist Court before the boys sell the whole motel. See you."
Dwight accepted their reasoning, "I'd like to have a beer or coffee with you two, soon."
The three men shook hands with a little hug and squeeze, identifying their relationship.
Three weeks later Pete hadn't heard from Dwight about anything. He and Frank were getting a little worried. On the other hand, the Johnston Tourist Court had been full every night since the boys had become his real sons. And tourists were bringing in lots of money. But, nothing to compare with the cash still in the bank.
About 2 p.m. Pete and Ted were taking care of reservations at the counter in the office. The motel was almost full, but the vacancy sign was lit. Since they could only use six of the cottages, Cottages #1 and #2 were filled with Johnston boys, the place filled up fast. Ted was wondering about Pete, he seemed very nervous, couldn't stand still and moved from job to job in the office. One minute he was checking registrations, then jumped to counting the receipts, or rechecked the registration cards. And he was becoming more and more flighty and skittish, Ted was baffled by his actions.
He was about to take his cell phone outside to call Frank for suggestions. As he did, he found Frank's private line at the bank was in use. He wondered if that was his dad. Returning, he heard Pete talking to Frank.
Pete had called Frank at the bank.
"Frank Warren."
"Frankie, I still haven't heard anything." He vocally frowned, "Have you?"
"Petey, I told you 'no' a half hour ago." He was a bit irritated, but understood.
"Well, can't you get off to come over. Huh?" Pete was whining at Frank.
Frank was exasperated, "You know I can't leave my desk, Petey, It's only three o'clock and I just can't leave. I'll get there as soon as I can. Okay? Please, I have work I must do, Petey." He whispered, "I love you, Pete."
Frank usually had to work until 5 p.m., but that day he decided Pete was more important. He told his boss that a client of his, the owner of the Johnston Tourist Court, demanded he come to his place of work. "Sir, the time is now four p.m., and it might take until 5, I think."
"All right, Frank, go ahead, I'll see you tomorrow."
"Thank you, sir."
Around four pm, Frank burst into the Tourist Court office. "Hi, Ted, where's your Dad?" He noticed that Ted looked worried and jumpy.
"He's in the bedroom. Ah ... Frank, he's in a real bind, I guess. I remember one time like this four years ago when he came to work on our farm and live with us. One day he went to bed and just didn't get up for a whole day. My dad said he'd take care of him, and we were not allowed to be in the room. I always wonder what he did because he cured him at the time."
"You mean he's ... like ... catatonic, Ted?"
"I believe that is what he is."
He walked toward Pete's bedroom to find him curled up on his bed, eyes shut and paths of tears down his cheeks. Frank didn't understand what had happened, but he sympathized with him desperately.
Frank crawled onto the bed behind Pete, forming his body to fit his back. He put his arms around his lover, tightening his grasp gradually, pressing his lips to his neck.
Suddenly, Ted appeared in the door, opened his mouth to speak. Frank could see him but Pete couldn't. Frank frowned, shaking his head 'no', miming 'please don't speak'. He smiled.
Ted returned the smile, nodded, and left, closing the door.
Frank returned his attention to his Petey, holding him tightly. He had thought that Pete would come out of it, but he didn't. He went to the door and called out to Ted.
"Ted, I bet I know what your Dad did. Can you help me get him in the shower? We need to get his clothes off and him in the shower soon, lots of water should do the trick."
"Sure, d... Frank, whatever you say."
Frank went to Ted and hugged him. "Ted, you can call me Dad if you want. I would like that but maybe you want to wait a little."
"No, Dad, I'd love it. I want very much for you to be our Dad, too."
"Okay, Ted, the first thing we have to do is strip him. Then we'll have to strip ourselves."
"You mean .... us too?" Ted was worried, be naked with Frank? He'd probably freak!
"Yes, Ted, we have to get in the shower with him, and we'll get real wet. You don't mind, do you?" Frank had an ulterior motive in his mind, thinking he might never get another chance.
With difficulty they stripped Pete to his bare body. He wasn't breathing much, very low intake. He lay on the bed while they stripped too. Frank noticed that Ted was checking him out as well as he was checking Ted. Frank was amazed at Ted's well-muscled body, slender but hard as nails.
"Let's see if we can get Pete into the shower. I'll set the water temperature."
They got Pete upright, one of his arms around each shoulder. They quickly figured out to hold him up around the waist. Pete was not responding to their ministrations. Frank and Ted managed to get Pete inside the shower, between their bodies.
Frank's cock filled out rapidly from being against Pete's body. He loved this man and was desperate for his recovery. Then Frank noticed as they moved around the shower that Ted himself was being aroused by Pete's body. He looked at Ted, pointed st his huge cock, mimed 'Wow', and smiled.
Ted blushed red as stop light, "I'm sorry, Frank, I really love my Dad and care for him so much." He blushed deeper, "We have had sex, but just once. That was before I was his legal son. He is so good to me."
"Don't worry, Ted, I understand your devotion to Pete, there is nothing wrong with it. I've heard you have found someone your age to love, is that Brett?"
Again Ted blushed, he laughed, "You got me, Frank, but good. Yes, we love each other."
The two men had gotten Pete under the streams of water where they held him against their own bodies to keep him upright. Frank started taking to Pete, into his ear. "Petey, come back to us, babe, talk to us." Pete made no answer, not a sound. Frank noticed that Ted's cock was still the monster he first had seen.
They had scrubbed Pete down, getting their soapy hands everywhere on his body, hidden or not. Ted even washed his hair, twice. When they finished, Pete was a clean as he could possibly be. Turning off the shower, Ted held Pete up while Frank dried his lover, caressing his skin and muscles, kissing different places including a special kiss on his cock.
Finally they lifted Pete back into the bedroom on his bed and under the sheets.
"Ted, I have an idea, but I'm not going to run it past you, just in case. I'll tell you later, okay?" Ted and Frank quickly redressed in their clothes, intending to help more.
"Sure, Frank, you go ahead. Do what you can. I'll go back to the desk, I'll take over for Tim and Tom. And, I'll have to start getting dinner for the boys in a hurry. They'll be screaming that they are starving." He left the room after Frank thanked him for his help.
Frank looked at Pete who had returned to his fetal position under the sheets. He spoke to himself, 'What can I do to help you, dear, dear Petey. I love you so much. Help me?"
Frank left the room, turned out the light and quietly shut the door. He was invited to stay for supper and was pleased to join them.
"Frank," Ted said, "please stay with us tonight, I don't want to be responsible by myself while Dad is like this."
When they finished eating, Frank stood, faced them all. "I'll stay with Pete tonight, and hope to figure out something I can do. Please leave us alone. I love your Dad and will protect him with all my body and heart. Thank you for allowing me to help." He was thinking of these boys, Pete's sons, of their love for Pete, worrying desperately.
After he stood, all four of his sons came to hug Frank, Ted at the top, Tom and Tim in the middle and Bobby low down. He gathered them all in his arms, trying not to cry. "I'll do my best, boys. I love you, too."
Frank had stripped completely and lay beside Pete in the bed, soft and comfortable, but he was unable to sleep. Pete was lying on his stomach, his head turned away. Most of the time Frank had laid with an arm around Pete, patting him on his hairless buttocks. As he rubbed, his thumb slid between his cheeks, Pete gave a jolt. Frank did it again, another twitch from Pete. An idea arose in Frank's mind that maybe might work.
Frank spread Pete's legs and climbed between them, leaning over so he could kiss Pete's butt. Cautiously, he spread his butt, exposing his sweet rose bud, pink and surrounded by an areola of the slightly darker color. He could smell nothing but the soap from his shower. Leaning nearer Pete's crevice, Frank let his tongue slather the whole valley from one end to the other. Frank found the lube on Pete's bedside table, spread it on his fingers which pressed against the narrow hole. He kept up the push and release until his two fingers broke through, spreading his sphincter, fucking his hole with them both until he felt the release, the easing of Pete's anus, relaxing the muscles.
Using his fingers to lube his cock, Frank substituted his prick's nose for his fingers, forcing its way into Pete's love sheath. He was successful to the delight of having his big rod in the moist warmth, the real heat of Pete's inner body. Frank moved slowly, gently pressing his cock into Pete, deeper and more profoundly, until his pubes met the soft flesh of Pete's buttocks.
Frank felt, more that heard, Pete's groans, his moans strong and low, he knew that moment he was making progress. While Frank was plunging in and falling back from Pete's rear end, Pete himself was more and more following Frank's movements, he was responding to his lover's assault on his ass. He would raise his butt to seek more contact with Frank's stiff pole, grip it tightly so he could keep it there..
Pete's head turned to look behind him, he saw Frank and grinned, "Thank heavens, babe, couldn't you have come a little sooner, hon, when I needed you?"
Frank lowered his head to Pete's face, kissed him and dipped his wet tongue in Pete's ear. He murmured, "Hi, babe, I was wondering when you would wake up. I was here within an hour of your call, but you had nodded off." He decided not to mention his catatonia session.
Frank was becoming near to exploding, sending his hot cum into Pete's guts. "Petey, I'm just about to cum, just hold me inside please."
Pete did his best but when he, too, came he pushed Frank's cock out of his hole, "Oh, damn, Frank, I didn't do well there, sorry."
"Petey, that's okay, is it okay if I stay where I am, I just want to keep contact with you." He held Pete as closely as he could, exulting in his body and his male aroma; his sexual aura, his own scent of a man. "Do you remember when Ted and I got you in the shower, trying to bring you back. You were so out of it we had to strip naked to get in the shower with you. Remember?" Pete looked completely confused, still in a bit of a daze.
Pete tried to roll over, so Frank raised himself, allowing him to turn. "Frankie, I don't remember that at all." He grinned, "So, what did you think of my son. Some hunk?"
"He sure is, I must admit both of us were aroused, Petey, and you son is some extra special hunk. Wow! It was because we had to hold you up with our naked bodies connected to you. You should be so proud of Ted, he's such a wonderful young man."
Looking into Frank's eyes, Pete asked, "Are you saying what I think you are saying, that I was really out for a while?"
"Yes, you were probably out for four or five hours, until I came in here to work my wiles on your sexy body."
"Do all the boys know this?"
"Yes, I hope that doesn't bother you. They don't know exactly what I've done with you. Ted said you did the same thing just after you'd come to their farm in Iowa. He said his dad got you back to the world of the conscious."
"Oh, damn, Frank, I don't remember that at all, but Jacob Stone told me about it later. I have no idea why I did it." He sat up a little, "I do know that if you are with me, Frankie, I would never do that again. Something in my body or mind goes wacky at times. I guess for some reason I become extremely scared, panicked, not knowing what to do. But I know if you were with me, it wouldn't happen."
"Geez, Petey, that's great, that means we'll be together always." He eyes moistened, but didn't drip. He gently lay on Pete's body to kiss him, ferociously but lovingly.
A repeated knock on the door alerted them. Frank pulled the covers over them, lying side by side. "Yes?"
"Frank?" Ted sounded very worried, "Is Dad back?"
"He sure is, Ted, come on in, bring everyone."
The door to the bedroom burst open, admitting a flying wedge of boys breaking through. They immediately got on the bed with Frank and Pete, kissing both of them. Pete picked up Bobby and pulled him close..
"Sorry, I gave you guys a scare, I don't know what happened, but Frank here fixed it." He got a kiss from everyone, but most from Bobby. The boys also kissed Frank, he had obviously been accepted as their second Dad. Later on Frank would tell Ted all about it, but not in front of all the other boys.
Frank sat up too, "Pete, I got away from the bank early by telling my boss that I had an appointment with my irascible client, owner of the Johnston City Tourist Court." He grinned, "So we'll have to plan something I can tell him."
The phone at Pete's bedside rang so Pete picked up.
"Hi, Dwight, what's up?"
"Tomorrow, at 9 a.m.?"
"Okay, I can be there. That's great news, Dwight. Thanks a lot."
"Bye."
Pete jumped out of the bed and ran around the room, forgetting he was completely naked. "Hot Dog, hallelujah, thank you, God."
Frank tried to get his attention. "Pete, tell us what's happened. Please!"
"Oh, man, sorry guys, " Pete blushed, cupped his genitals, then crawled back under the sheets, "That was Dwight and I'll see the judge tomorrow morning and all that money is ours."
Frank was hugging Pete and the boys were yelling, screaming even.
Pete decided 'the hell with it'. He leaped from the bed hauling Frank out with him, again dancing around the room together, both naked. He decided he didn't care, so he and Frank held on and continued waltzing into the living room and back again.
The boys started dancing too. Tim and Tom decided to dance like Pete and Frank, though Ted picked up Bobby and glided along with the others, clutching under his buttocks to carry him. Soon Pete became a little worried; if some customers came to the door, they would be able to see everything.
"Okay, guys, Frank and I have to get dressed." They ran to the bedroom and shut the door. Just a few minutes later two couples were in the office, registering.
As they dressed, Pete and Frank discussed their situation. "Frank, what will we do with all that money?" Pete wasn't exactly worried, but needed to get ownership straight.
"That's your's and the boys' money, Pete, not mine." Frank was concerned about their whole family, if they really had one.
"Frank, answer a few questions, do you love me?"
"Of course."
"Are we partners?"
"Of course."
"Are we going to live together?"
"Of course."
"Then we are a family, right?"
Frank hesitated, "I guess so."
"No guessing, Frank, yes or no?" Pete realized he was laying himself wide open, but he had to ask.
Frank took longer at that question. He grabbed Pete, "Man, we are a family and I love you so much." He smiled, then kissed Pete, hard.
"Okay, then, we are a family and that is our family's money. So, it's your money, too."
Frank blushed, deep red, "I guess if you put it that way. But we'll have to be careful how we spend it. How much did Dwight get?"
"Well, he was 5 days late, but I thought we ought to give him the 10%, about $80,000, he worked for it." Pete was thinking about all the boys, wanting them to go to college, get a good education, and they would have money to get them started in their life's work.
Frank suggested, "We ought have a family conference about the money and a lot of other things. The boys should be in on it, too."
Pete hugged Frank to himself, "I love you, Frank Warren, I love you so much, man."
Pete caressed Frank's brown hair. "Frank, tomorrow I am supposed to meet Dwight at your bank, to do something with the money. Can't just let it sit in the security deposit. Won't gather any moss there." He chuckled. "I was hoping the you would help decide where to put it, besides under our mattress." Pete kissed Frank voraciously, eagerly, "Please, Frank, don't ever leave me, please."
A vague feeling of insecurity came over Pete again. That was assuaged quickly with a number of kisses from Pete's lover and now, best friend and partner. He could hardly hold in the excitement he felt, the completion of their coming-together. The lump in his throat prevented him from talking, the warmth all over his body making his shiver while holding Frank.
"Petey, I will never leave you, love, you are my babe and that's all I want, well, that and a good loving once in a while." Frank's body was also shaking, fired up
Ted picked up Brett at his house. Both were excited, expecting to go to the Tourist Court, use one of the cottages and really make love. Ted's heart was beating fast and hard, "Brett, I'm so happy, I may explode."
"Don't you dare explode until we're ready, got that?" Brett wanted time with his Ted.
Ted smiled broadly at Brett who had nothing else to do but kiss his loving partner. They were enveloped in each other, holding tightly, when a rap-rap-rap came on the car window on the driver's side.
They both looked and nearly died, seeing Brett's father at the window, knocking on it. They broke apart and Ted rolled down the glass, his hands shaking to hard he could hardly move the knob.
The voice was calm and quiet, "Boys, may I ask just what you are doing there. I don't want to jump to conclusions, but it seems to me that you were snuggling and kissing. I had been hoping one of you was a girl, but I hardly think so now. Mind explaining? Why not come inside while we talk about this."
Ted shut the car off but couldn't easily stand after leaving the vehicle. His knees weren't holding him up. Brett seemed to be having the same problem.
Harry Morgan led them into the house and the den after which he closed the door. "Okay, gentlemen, let's get to explanations. Brett, I understand that you were having sex with Monty Warren, at least that was illustrated by the photos I received in my office at school."
"Oh, God," Brett sighed, tears already forming in his eyes. 'Damn, Monty', he thought.
"I assume you are gay, then, Brett, and Ted, I assume you are as gay as your new father."
Both boys had their heads in their laps, reddening to a beet-like color, their minds in a total panic. Slowly, Brett raised his head to look into his father's eyes.
"Dad, yes I was having sex with Monty, but I quit, and he was mad. He threatened to send you pictures, even after I begged him not to. I guess that's what he did."
"Mr. Morgan, I don't know, I may be gay, or maybe not. And why should my Dad be gay that you would know."
Harry Morgan was on the attack, "Well, I know he's running around with Frank Warren, whom I know absolutely is gay."
Ted hit back, "So, the McCarthy theory is still around, guilt by association, right? That doesn't mean a damn thing. I think you better watch your accusations, Mr. Morgan." Ted stood, ready to leave, then he looked at Brett, "Brett, come with me, please. You are 18, you are a man and a fine one. I'll take care of you." Ted was pleading with Brett, looking ready to make a break. "Maybe I should stay with you to make sure you are all right."
Brett rose and walked to Ted, holding one hand. . "Teddy, you go, I'll be all right. I have to talk to my Dad, we'll work it out. Please, Teddy." Brett eyes were filling with tears. "I'll be all right."
Ted kissed Brett lightly on his lips, "I love you, hon, call me."
Brett looked scared as hell, petrified, but Ted knew he had to leave.
"Bye, Brett, see you." They were behind Harry Morgan, so Ted blew a kiss to Brett.
Ted ran to Pete as soon as he got to the Tourist Court. He found Pete in his bedroom with Frank, both actually in bed and looked as if they were naked. Ted didn't even notice, he told Pete and Frank exactly how he and Brett were caught by Brett's dad, Harry Morgan, the superintendent of the Johnston City School System.
"When I left, I was sure that Brett was in real trouble. But I knew I couldn't stay, it would be worse for Brett." Ted was practically crying, moist eyes and a face at least 10 years older.
Pete, trying to help, got out of bed to hug Ted. Fortunately he was wearing a pair of boxers, just as Frank was. "Frank, you've known Morgan, what's his rep concerning gays, bad, good or indifferent."
"Pete, that doesn't sound like the Harry Morgan I know. I'm sure finding out his son is definitely gay would be a tough blow to take." He turned to Ted, "Don't be too worried, son, let's wait a bit to see. I'll bet you get a call from Harry tonight, Pete."
Back in the Morgan's den, Harry called to Brett, "Brett, please come back. We do need to talk." He was sitting on one of the Wingback chair next to the warmly burning logs, flickering in the fireplace.
Brett slowly entered the room, almost panicked. "Where do you want me, Dad."
"Would you please sit in this chair beside me?" Harry slid over in the wide chair to leave room for Brett. Brett awkwardly managed to sit without touching his father. His face reflected his fear, practically numb and unresponsive, but he had stopped shaking.
Harry took off his glasses and set them on the table next to the big chair. By doing that, he looked much more friendly, more congenial. He was praying inside that he could help Brett without hurting him. "Brett, you are my son and I love you totally."
Brett's eyes flicked up into his father's face.
"Yes, I do. I am sorry I came on a bit strongly to Ted, but I will call Pete a little later. I do think there were hints I should have picked up on that you might be gay. But I was too busy, I guess, and didn't. That's not good. I'm sorry. Maybe I could have helped you sooner."
Brett coughed, then whispered, "That's okay, Dad, I didn't help either." His face was a little more animated than a moment before. "I'm terribly sorry if I've disappointed you, I've always tried to be the best son for you that I could." His face showed the worse sadness of his life, the loss of vibrancy had left only despair on his countenance.
Harry reached out his arms for Brett, who immediately slammed into their grip, clutching his father as tightly as he could.
The two men held their position, breathing together, feeling the love and respect passing between them.
"Brett, did you know your Uncle Dan is gay? You know he is a lot younger than I am and we really didn't grow up together, unfortunately for me."
Brett sat up higher and straighter, "No, I didn't, Dad. He really is?"
"Yes, son, and I'll never forgive myself for asking him to stay away. He agreed not to come here. I was stupid because I well know that one gay can't infect another person with homosexuality. I know that being gay comes with the whole package of a man, as I know you have no other choice.
"My sympathy is with you, my son, because I know that gays so often have a hard time making their way in life. I will do my best to help you in any way I can. And I'm sure your Uncle Dan will do that, too. He really is a very nice man." Harry was practically choked up.
"I'd like that very much, Dad, he could be a big help for me."
"Are you really in love with Ted, Brett?"
"Very much, Dad, and he loves me, too. I know it. We honestly haven't had any sex yet, because he won't unless we are sure of each other, positive, that's what he wants."
"I like the sound of that, Brett."
Brett smiled shyly, red-faced, "We do kiss and hold each other, but we've never even seen each other naked. When Monty threatened me, he said he would 'out' me everywhere. So Pete talked to Monty's mother and she threatened him with disinheritance if he did. Since he has, at least to you, I don't think he will be coming back."
"I admire Amanda Warren a lot, and believe she will keep her word. That lazy bum will have to go to work. He did finish college but I have no idea what he's done since."
"After he sent lots of pictures of me to you at home, I caught them before you got home. Pete and Ted and I were allowed into Monty's room. We destroyed everything we found there, but obviously he had more photos with him in New York to send to you. I'm very sorry about that, Dad."
"Unfortunately, Brett, there may be a problem yet. Miss Reynolds, my secretary, had opened the package before she gave it to me. She has promised me not to talk about them to anyone, but I would expect that it will come out eventually." Harry was sad for that and just wished Brett could have finished high school before he had to come 'out'. He thought a moment, "Brett, there could be a way past that. You have completed enough credits for graduation, so you could leave school ahead of time with your certificate.." Harry got a far away look in his eyes, "But, son, I've been sort of waiting for your graduation to be able to hand you your diploma myself." His eyes then were moist and sadness dulled their beauty.
Brett got closer to his dad, his cheek against his father's, "Dad, I won't leave early, I will stick it out, no matter what happens. We just have a few months to go. I'll be able to stick it out. You should have your dream as I've had mine." Brett wasn't sure he could 'stick it out' , but he would sure would try.
"Son, I love you so much. We'll just have to wait to learn how this turns out." He kissed Brett on the forehead, "But I'll be right behind you all the time."
"That's right, thanks, Dad."
Harry stood, pulling his son up with him, "I'll call and talk to Pete. Can you and Ted hold off for a few days, just time enough to see where we stand? By the way it's all right for you to go to the Tourist Court to see Ted, do keep it inside for a while. Hmmm, it seems to me there are a bunch of cottages, right?"
"Yeah, Dad, there are eight and Tim and Tom live in one while Ted and Bobby have another. Bobby could sleep with his dad for a while if Ted and I wanted to talk, play cards or something. We might think of a game like Monopoly."
"Yes, and I'm the Queen of Sheba, son." He chuckled and smiled kindly toward his son. "Oh, all right, but keep it low key, please."
Harry and Brett got into a hug and kissed each other, on the lips this time. Brett's faith in his father was restored. Since there was no mother anymore, they had to depend on each other.
"Ted, this Harry Morgan." Ted nearly fainted to hear him, worried as he was. "Brett's just fine, Ted, I'm sorry I made such a fuss, but Brett will be with you tomorrow. In fact his cell phone is probably searching for yours right now. Could I speak to Pete, please?"
"Sure, hang on."
Ted covered the hand set and waved Pete toward himself, he whispered, "It's Mr. Morgan. I think it's okay." Ted immediately searched for his cell phone.
"Hi Harry, it's Pete here."
"Hi Pete, sorry about the hassle I gave Ted. What happened was that Monty had sent a package of more photos of him and Brett. My secretary had opened it. I asked her to keep quiet about it, but who knows how many she'll tell by morning. I did threaten her a bit, but probably didn't do any good."
"Harry, I'm so happy you called. I would have called you in the morning, but this is better. Ted was pretty shook when he got here, he was trying to defend me when he didn't have to. Between you and me, Harry, Frank and I are partners but didn't plan to 'out' me any time soon. If it happens, so be it."
"That's fine with me, Pete, no problem. I would have wished better for Brett than to have to live a gay life, sometimes it can be a major disaster. My younger brother is gay and has had some rough times in his life. But Brett and I are hoping he can help Brett to some extent. He is a fine man. And I will be behind Brett all the way, trying to ease his burden."
Pete was amazed at Harry Morgan being so calm about it. Brett was certainly lucky with the father he has, so adaptable to having a gay son, that takes a solid, deeply good man. "Harry, we better watch our sons to see that they are all right. They may need help sooner than we think."
"You are so right, Pete. We'll stay in touch."
"Yes, and I hope it turns out better for Brett at school than you think. He's a wonderful boy."
"Thank you, Pete, I hardly know Ted, but I feel the same way with him. Bye."
"Bye."
"Teddy, I was so afraid I wouldn't get to talk to you. Are you okay?"
"Sure, Brett, I'm fine, but what about you. I just talked to your dad and gave the phone to Pete. Are you really okay?"
"Yeah, lover, I'm better than okay. Dad isn't giving me a hard time at all. In fact," Brett giggled, "He said I could come see you tomorrow. Okay?"
Ted smiled broadly, relief on his face, tears in his eyes, "I so happy, Brett, I was so worried, hardly got home looking through my tears. I'm still concerned for you, though, going back to school. Even though the kids don't know yet, it probably won't be long. I wish I could go with you. How about if I pick you up after school tomorrow, huh? Would that be okay?"
Brett didn't respond immediately, but finally, "Yeah, that'll be okay." He didn't think it was a good idea.
Ted picked up on his feelings. "It's okay, babe, I can wait. I know you don't want me around if nothing is wrong." Ted turned the decision over to Brett. "I'll understand, especially if you come to MY office." He snickered, "At MY motel."
"Okay, big shot, I guess I could swing by there. That would be about 3:30 p.m.. Okay?"
"Sure, love you,"
"Me, too."
"Hey, Jocko, it's Jon."
"Wha'sup, Jon."
"Did you hear that Brett Morgan is a fag?
"No, when did you hear that?:
"I guess Mr. Morgan's secretary, my Aunt Millie, told my father. I guess she saw some pictures of Brett and Monty Warren this morning. Came in with the mail. How about that?"
"Well, Jocko, I guess we'll have to give him a big welcome tomorrow won't we?"
"Yeah, a way big welcome. See you then."
As soon as Harry Morgan, Superintendent, reached his office in the high school, he knew everybody had heard about Brett. There would probably be nothing he could do about it except find a quick way to get rid of his secretary, Millie. The bitch must have gone on the air right after she left the building yesterday, or sooner.
When he heard Millie arriving at her desk, he walked into the outer office and stood in front of her chair.
"Hi, Millie, have you decided where you want to work next?" He said this very quietly, "Because you are leaving here as soon as I can find someone to take your place. If you are wondering why, no one else knew my son is gay, including me." He mused, "I think you might as well leave now, I don't want to see your face ever again. I'll borrow one of the high school secretaries for the time being. If you try to accuse me of anything, I'll use all the evidence of your lazy, poor work, you won't have a chance.. Do you understand all that? Just nod."
She only nodded. Harry knew she was busy thinking up all the tricks she could pull on him. But, he immediately called the President of the School Board, his good friend, Tyler Jackson. They had gone through school and college together.
"Hi, Ty, I wonder if you could drop in on me this morning, actually as fast as you can get here. Got a problem that I want to lay in front of you."
"Yes, this is something new, a bad one, for me."
"Thanks, Ty, see you."
At the Tourist Court Pete was having breakfast with Ted. The other boys had left for school a long time before.
"Ted, Harry Morgan called me a few minutes ago. He's found out that everyone in the city, probably, knows that Brett is gay, but didn't know with whom. His secretary got on the phone the instant school was over yesterday. He has fired her ass. Hope he doesn't get into trouble for that later." His face was drooping, "I'm afraid that Brett will have a very difficult time today. I'm so sorry."
Oh, geez, Pete, that's so bad. Couldn't be worse for him."
"Yes, and you are going to have to keep him steady, give him plenty of love and encouragement. Anything you can do to help."
Ted dropped his fork on the plate. Pete realized that Ted was sobbing. He got on his knees beside Ted, "Son, I know it's bad. Was Brett on any athletic teams?" He took Ted into his arms, holding tight.
Through his sobs, Ted answered, "Yeah, Dad, he was a wrestler and a good one. I suppose those guys will kill him. For sure they won't wrestle with him again." He broke down again, "Oh, Dad, it's so unfair. He's such a great guy, kind and helpful to anyone, a real friend to his peers. He's always looked to as a leader, now he won't be able to lead a janitor."
Pete was thinking, "I wonder if there are any other known gays in the high school. What would you think?"
"If the school had a Gay/Straight Alliance, it could be possible. Otherwise, maybe some boys might be able to help Brett."
The phone in the office rang. Ted went to answer.
"Johnston Tourist Court, Ted speaking."
"Hi Ted, this is Harry Morgan."
"Okay, here's Pete."
"Hi, Harry, good to hear from you."
"I'm back again. Just called a convocation of the high school students this morning, and I'm going to talk to them. I will pull no punches at all. They will be told to be understanding of students who are different. I hate to do this to Brett, but I hope it will help. I will mention him as my son, whom I hope will be given equal opportunities in the school. Also I just had the President of the School Board in my office and told him what was going on. I also explained what my secretary had done. He told me to handle it in my own way, he had no problem with what I was planning."
"Harry, I'm not sure that your convocation is the best idea. I understand your reasoning, but think about Brett, your son, think what he will go through if you confirm his being outed."
"Oh, hell, maybe you are right, Pete. Maybe I just better talk about respecting people who are different from you in religion, color, background or orientation."
Pete warmed to his new friend, "Harry, I think you know that would be better. So, if your principals wonder why you are so weird, tough. You're the boss, you know. By the way, how are you going to end up with your secretary?"
"No problem, Pete, I've kept private records of her days leaving early and mornings when she sneaks in at least half hour late. I've got her number with plenty of evidence in writing. Then there are her sick days when she wasn't home or at her doctor's office. Pete, she doesn't have a chance. I'll have her butt flying out of here for sure."
Pete laughed, "Man, I'd hate to be on your bad side. Glad I'm in tune with you. Will Brett be over this afternoon? I know Ted is really anxious about him. We'll be praying for him."
"Sure. I better go, Pete, thanks for the advice. Talk soon."
Brett arrived at school early, hoping to be in his homeroom before he saw anyone. As he was walking down the main first floor hallway, he saw some of his teammates coming toward him. It was too late to duck in anywhere so he took a deep breath and kept going.
"Hey, Brett, how ya doin'?" Branford Little, his wrestling partner, punched him lightly on the arm and was the first to reach him. They were the same size and weight, friends for eons.
"Good, Bran, you're here early, aren't you?"
Bran smiled at Brett and put his arm around Brett's shoulder, "Man, we need to talk just a bit. Whatever you are is fine with me, bud, and I mean that." His face was serious but changed to a smile quickly, "My friend, I'll wrestle you any time, but if you start putting the make on me, I'll beat your butt. Okay?"
"Bran, I've been gay for years, when did I ever come on to you?"
"Well," Bran started, afraid for his friend. He snickered, "I have felt your hardon some when we were wrestling."
Brett grinned, "And I too felt yours, Brannie, many times."
Bran surprised Brett who was expecting to have to fight his best friend. "I'd like to hug you right now, Bran, but I won't go that far, yet. Just thanks, man."
Kirk and Doug joined the group, "Hey, Brett, you look good, man." Kirk snickered, then also turned serious. "We're your bodyguard today, man, don't worry about a thing. One of the wrestling team will be with you at all times, in every class."
Bran spoke up, "You may want to skip Phys Ed today, bub, we'll take that on tomorrow especially in the locker rooms."
"I don't think so, Bran, they've got to accept me sometime, so why not now."
Brett could hardly keep himself from hugging his friends, those who were still friends.
"Guys, thank you so much, sorry to bring this problem to you like this." He began to look very emotional, which Bran broke up quickly.
"Brett, don't you dare cry today, man. We love you, but like you always have been, tough and rough but still a good guy who helps everyone." Bran whispered in Brett's ear while patting his back. He started to pat his butt like they did at meets, but quickly changed his destination.
Doug stuck his head between Brett and Bran, "Come on, guys, let's get to homeroom. We got a head start."
Most of Brett's fears for the day did not appear. His closest call came when he tried to get in the locker room to get ready for Phys. Ed. Going down the hall by the entrances to the locker rooms, Brett noticed a group of maybe six guys standing in front of the Boys' Locker Room, obviously there to keep him from entering. The hall was very crowded with boys and girls coming and going.
As he approached the six, one of them shouted, "Hey, fag, you ain't goin' in the locker room. We don't want you." The others all nodded, making equally ugly remarks. Brett looked around and saw none of his friends around. It was up to him.
"Hey, Jocko, how many gays do you think are in the locker room on a given day? Huh?"
Jocko, huge, ugly and stupid, yelled, "None, fag, no gays beside you."
Brett laughed, "I bet there a quite a few who haven't been outed, like me." He took a big breath, "Guys, I've been gay for years and I've already seen all of you naked. Right? What more could I see?" They just mumbled. He checked out each of the guys, thinking fast.
"No answer from you, right? Well, I'll just explain. Ratso, I don't know about your dick, there's so much hair down there and it's so small, no one can find it. Maybe you don't have one. Jon's dick has such a long foreskin and short dick I don't know how it ever gets out; Jerry's got such a low scrotum, his balls bang around his knees, and Ralph, well, Ralph, your stomach covers your crotch so nothing to see. How do you ever find it? Then there's Jocko, you get a hardon every day, as huge as I've ever seen. No girl would get anywhere near you, she'd be crazy, or any boy, I'm thinking. I'm also wondering if you aren't maybe a little gay." Jocko started yelling garbage. "I could go on and on, but I've already seen everything, actually more than I'd want to see. You don't bother me and I won't bother you. Okay?" The guys broke up their roadblock after being laughed at, so Brett could get in to change.
While Brett had been saying all that, the kids around him laughed and cheered, especially the girls, some of whom had seen on a date exactly what Brett had seen. As they left to go to classes, most of them patted Brett on the back; he was receiving more plaudits than he'd ever had.
By the end of the school day Brett had heard a few asides of 'fag' and 'queer' but the speakers were not about to make themselves known. They knew the wrestling team was protecting Brett and would watch him for quite a while. And the wrestling team members were no guys to mess with. When Brett was leaving the building to get his car, Bran walked with him, no one else was around.
"I don't want to be nosy, Brett, but I was wondering if you have a lover?" Bran asked. "I really thought you would have told me all this earlier. You should have known I would stick with you. Do you? I won't tell."
Brett immediately thought, 'Was Bran applying for the position of lover'? He smiled.
"Yes, Bran, the job is already filled, but thanks for asking. Here, " Brett stuck out his hand toward Bran, "I can't hug you, but we can shake so I can thank you for everything."
Bran smiled into Brett's eyes, "Sure, Brett, I'd like to, I've always admired you." He quickly told him, "Now don't go get any ideas, Brett, but would you tell me, your best friend?"
Brett didn't really want to, but taking Brad at his word, whispered Ted's name to him.
Bran was amazed, "You mean the young guy at the Tourist Court. He's really hot. You are so lucky, man, but you yourself look so hot it's no wonder." Bran stopped, "I have to ask, are we still best friends?"
"No question, man, I hope you are okay with that, and I'd tell you I love you, but you wouldn't want to hear that, right?"
Bran's reply to that was a mysterious smile and a quick nod. They parted with Brett knowing he and his best friend would remain the same. He was so pleased. He could easily shed tears, but was determined not too. Maybe later with Ted.
On the drive to the motel, Brett considered his day. He had been so scared going to school, he could think of all sorts of ways the guys would embarrass him, or actually hurt him. Sometimes he had a very hard time to keep from crying, he was so proud of his team members, and so relieved with his reception. Quite a few girls made a point to talk to Brett and ask how he was doing, many of the prettiest, too. He wondered what their purpose was, but he didn't mind. He'd heard of 'fag hags' who hung around gays for a wide range of reasons.
Many, many of the students, particularly in his senior class, had said 'hi' or waved at him. His heart was so full of joy he didn't know if he could wait until he saw Ted before he exploded with happiness.
Brett had seen faces which stared with evident hate, sneering at him, but they left him alone in the main. He was so pleased with his father today, he didn't talk about him being gay, nor even hint at that, just talking about understanding and respect for the difference in others.
Stopped at a traffic light, he grabbed his cell phone and called his dad.
"Hi Dad, this is Brett."
"I guess I can tell it went okay today, right?"
"Yes, Dad, especially because of the way the wrestling team protected me. They were great."
"While you are at the motel, tell Pete that you want to thank him for saving your butt. He'll know, it was his doing. See you soon."
"Okay, Dad, but I might be invited for supper, is that all right?"
"Yes, you better stay with Ted, he was very worried for you, so was I. See you later."
Ted had said he'd wait for Brett in Cottage #8 after 3:30, so at that time, Brett drove to the back street behind the motel and slid carefully into the last cottage. The door was open and he burst into the room. When he saw Ted lying on the bed, he couldn't hold himself back, he had to be in contact with his love immediately. He jumped on the bed,
"Teddy, oh Teddy, I got through the day without any trouble. Hey, you should have seen my wrestling teammates, they were with me all day. It was so great," Brett's heart did explode then and he burst into tears, "Teddy, I was so scared and they protected me." He couldn't stop crying, so just hung on to Ted, his lover.
"Brett, I love you, man, and I understand how you felt. I wish I could have been one to help you, but you seemed to do fine on your own. Babe, give me a kiss and I'll hold you tight. Soon I want to love you if I may." He smiled at his lover's face, tears still streaming down, laying their paths on his cheeks.
"Yes, yes, Teddy, I want to be loved, I desperately need you inside me." Brett grabbed Ted's buttocks, pulling his crotch directly into his own, feeling Ted's hard, solid cock against himself.
Ted spoke quietly and lovingly to Brett, "Hon, would you please go in the bathroom, use some kleenex you need to clean your face." He grinned, "I'd love to take a shower with you, but we can do that afterward. Take your clothes off, too."
Ted licked off the tear tracks and remaining tears from Brett's face. "Hon, I love you so much it fills my chest and heart, babe, I need you to make me yours and you mine. I'll lock the door while you clean up and blow your nose." He tickled Brett's ribs as he went by heading to the bathroom.
Standing up by the bed, Ted pulled down the sheets and blankets while he took off his own clothes. He couldn't believe how shaky and nervous he was, his body shivering though he wasn't cold. He hadn't been this excited since he had sex with the guy in Seattle, he was hoping that he wouldn't have a premature ejaculation. He tried not to touch his dick while undressing.
Ted sat on the bed facing the bathroom, his eyes focused only on Brett, his lover man. He wasn't as tall as Ted, but had a fit, muscled body, just like a wrestler, with a bubble butt that was the most delicious one he'd ever seen. He also noticed that Brett's cock was slowly on the rise. It was cut, beautiful shape with a helmet type glans, swollen and a deep red.
Brett dried his face and neck with a towel, then pulled his t-shirt over his head, revealing the perfect pecs like flat slabs on his chest. Ted damn near came when he saw Brett's nipples hanging from the pecs, quarter sized and darkish red with just a tiny node pushing out from the middle. Ted could hardly wait to get his tongue around those to lick and tickle.
Brett turned toward Ted, standing naked in the doorway, the perfect body for a man of his age and physique. Ted motioned Brett to come to him. When Brett stood between his knees, Ted pressed his face against Brett's abdomen, his arms around that glorious body to grasp those gorgeous buttocks.
"Oh, babe, you are so beautiful and handsome, both, and I love you so." He lifted Brett's cock with one hand and kissed the head lightly, just brushing the velvet surface, then stood to bring Brett into a passionate clinch with him. Brett swung his arms around Ted, hugging him to his own body. He pulled away a little in order to look down at Ted's cock, a mighty pole that would be inside him soon. He dropped to his knees suddenly to kiss it and gradually sink it into his mouth. His first try to take Ted's length was unsuccessful, but Brett did not give up easily. He worked gently but gradually to deep throat his lover. If Brett were to guess, he'd assume that Ted's dick might be seven inches at the least. He had never sucked a cock before, Monty would never let him take his. Brett knew his wasn't as big as Ted's. He also had been dreaming of sucking Ted for a few months, after he first spotted his gorgeous self around the motel.
Softly, Ted suggested, "Brett, take it slow, babe, you'll get it soon. I don't want you hurting your throat." He chuckled, "That's not to say that I don't like it, you have the hottest mouth I've ever experienced. 'Course I haven't had all that much experience.
"Also, I think you better take it out now, I don't want to come too soon. We wouldn't have time before supper." He snickered, "And we need to get to the main course, right?"
Brett nodded with Ted's dick still in his mouth.
"Turn around, Brett, and lean over so I can get you ready." Ted wanted to put his hands on that sexy body, smooth skin and hot muscles. "I know you've been fucked a lot, but this is my first time with you."
"Actually, Teddy, I am ready now. Just try to stick a finger inside, please."
Ted laid his forefinger at Brett's anus expecting a rough entrance. However, he gave a slight push and his finger disappeared suddenly. "My god, Brett, how can you relax that easily."
Brett smiled, "Well, Monty did teach me a few things, and that was one. You may see others along the way."
"Okay, my bud, would you like to get in position on the bed, just the way you want to take. I'm agreeable to any position, though I'd prefer to be able to look into your eyes and to kiss you at the same time. That is, if I can curl up far enough."
Brett clambered onto the bed on his back, his legs raised with his knees on his chest. Ted ran into the bathroom quickly to pick up a large towel that he slid under Brett's buttocks. Then he knelt between Brett's legs, immediately behind his lover's buttocks.
Brett watched as Ted fitted a condom on his cock, having a little difficulty with the size. He and Brett hadn't gotten a chance to go to Lima for their HIV testing and Ted didn't want to mess up on their first time.
The next part came easily. Ted pressed his glans lightly against the anus and the whole prick slid all the way up Brett's channel. "Oh my god, Brett, that's wonderful. You must show me how you relax that much. I'll need that when your body part is entering my love cave."
"Please make love to me, Teddy, I need you so bad." He smiled, "And there is no 'itch' up there, just an all-consuming desire for your pole to be in my hole." He gave a little laugh, "See Ted, I made a rhyme." They both laughed a bit.
Ted began to begin his loving motion, in and out of Brett's rear end, lovingly but stronger and harder as Brett began to urge him on, "Teddy, please, faster and harder, make our bodies flame and burn, hon, now, more and more. I love you so much, Teddy, and I need you so bad."
"Brett, get ready, I'm getting close, cum with me, my babe." His excitement was almost through the roof, his passion for Brett getting hotter and scalding their body parts in action.
Ted lay on Brett, kissing him while still humping his pelvis against Brett's buttocks, his cock deep as possible into his rectum, relishing in the softness, heat and slick wall sides surrounding Ted's swollen organ.
Brett yelled, "Cum with me, Ted, I'm cumming with you. Let's go hotter, singe my channel and I'll feel more and more erotic, more ecstacy as my nerves are almost shocked away in tingling all over me from head to toes. Cum! Cum!"
"Here goes, Brett, my love, my seed way up your rectum, I want to impregnate you with my sperm. I need you to hold me. Gah, there it goes. In you, babe, inside your body."
"I can feel it, Teddy, I can, I love you so. I could never feel Monty's, maybe he never had any. I can feel the whole thing, your pulsing and spitting cock. Hold me, Ted."
Ted had never had a more exciting orgasm, he was sweating and breathing hard.
"Ted, hon, could you raise up a little, I'm having trouble breathing."
Ted turned them on their sides, still holding his cock inside of Brett, "Babe, thank you so much, I hope my response was a good one." He looked at the bedside clock, "Oh, geez, we better get a shower quick, hon, come on." Ted didn't want to slide his cock from inside Brett, but he had to, no choice. The whole family would embarrass them if they were too late.
"Brett, we'll have to come back later to clean up this room. All I can smell is sperm, sperm all over the place. And I'll have to change the towels."
Ted slid off the bed and spread Brett's legs, pulling part of the towel up and around Brett's waist. "Now, hold the sides of the towel until you can sit on the toilet."
He helped Brett to stand and moved him into the bathroom. Before Brett sat down, Ted put his hands on Brett's buttocks, "Are you all right, hon, everything okay back there?"
Brett kissed Ted wildly, pushing his tongue through Ted's lips, "Everything back there has never been better. Nothing could be as wonderful as having your partner make love to you. Ted, you are stuck with me for life. When I go to college, you are going also. We'll set up housekeeping, and live and love for four years and do a little studying, maybe. Then we'll come back here to live. Just think, in four years Tom and Tim will be 18, ready to leave the nest and Bobby will be 14 himself."
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