Ted and Brett made it to supper with Pete and the boys just in time. Pete noticed their still slightly wet hair, assuming correctly they had showered, probably after playing in bed. He smiled at both of them, giving them the sign language for 'I Love You'. They returned Pete's sign with the same one. The boys around the table with Pete were noisy, talking non-stop about their day. Ted and Brett weren't paying attention to them. Ted and Brett said nothing, just sat, ate and smiled at each other. Brett finally remembered what his Dad said he should tell Pete.
"Pete."
Pete nodded.
"My Dad said to tell you that you saved my butt this morning. He said that." Brett felt proud of even remembering his words, and proud of how he conducted himself that day. He was sure tomorrow would be even better. He realized that some students would always hate and fear him, though he was sure he could eventually win the greater percentage of them.
"Brett, I hope you will tell me how I was able to accomplish that. Saving your butt must rank up with the discovery of penicillin or the New World."
Brett giggled, caressed Ted's thigh and gazed at him dreamily. The other boys were unable to see his hand so close to Ted's crotch, the crotch which was expanding mightily.
When the meal was finished, Brett and Ted helped rinse the dishes to go into the dishwasher and also clear the table of debris. Then, they attacked Pete, giving him their humongous, most expressive and thankful hugs.
Brett whispered, "What did you do for Dad?"
"Why don't you ask your dad when you call him to explain what you and Ted have been messing around since school was out." He gave Brett another firm and loving hug. Brett turned completely crimson, blushing from head to foot.
Ted pulled his cell phone from his pocket, "Come on, Brett, let's go outside for a bit."
They walked a ways into the wood, surrounded by large maple and oak boles. They sat on the trunk of an ancient fallen maple, side by side and touching as much as possible.
"Hi, Dad?"
"That's me, son."
"Pete told me to ask you how he'd saved my butt." Brett was most curious to find out.
Harry Morgan described the talk he and Pete had that morning and what Pete correctly suggested he should do about it. "And I fired my secretary today, she was the one who spread the news about you. I should have done it a long ago. Couldn't stand the woman."
"You mean he kept you from announcing me being gay to the whole school?"
"Well, yeah. But of course I was planning to give the speech I did give when you were there."
Brett was stunned his dad had even thought of doing that, but he didn't tell his father. "Okay, Dad, I understand, and I'm supposed to tell you what Ted and I were doing after I got to the motel after classes." He tried to put the words together first, but just blurted it to his father. "Dad, Ted made love to me in Cottage #8 at the motel. I'm sure you don't want every detail, but Dad it was the most wonderful day of my life, and I was expecting my day to be the most horrible."
Brett looked at Ted sitting next to him, "I'm looking into his eyes and thanking him for loving me besides being there for me to love. No one will ever take your place in my life, Dad, but he is s big part, too. Does that sound hurtful to you?"
"No, son, I think it sounds marvelous, I'm so pleased for you and Ted. Let me talk to him for a minute, please." Brett passed the phone to his lover.
"Hi."
"Hi yourself, Ted, I just want you to know how pleased I am for you and Brett. I realize he's ready to burst right now, but I think you two need to stay together tonight. If I understand correctly, this will be a brief honeymoon night for you. Right?"
"Yeah, I guess it is. I love your son more that I can express and I think he feels the same way." Brett yelled in the phone, "Yes, Dad I do."
"So, Mr. Morgan ... " Harry broke in on Ted's statement.
"Ted, I'm either Harry or Dad to you from now on. I never thought of having a son-in-law but I know you will be a fine one. Love you, Ted, enjoy. Just be sure you take good care of my boy, okay?"
"Sure. Thanks, ah ... Dad. Hey, that makes four Dads I have including my real father who passed away this past year. . Okay, I'll tell Brett what you said. And I want to know you, too. See you soon."
Brett took the phone, "Hey, Dad, what did you tell Ted?"
"I said to finish your honeymoon tonight and I'll see you in the morning. I love you, son."
"Thanks, Dad, I love you too. I'll be in school on time." Brett was so relieved that his dad liked Ted. He put his arm around Ted's waist, hugging him.
"Good, remember, no sex in the morning, be careful always. I told Ted to take good care of you."
"Right, Dad, he will. See you tomorrow, I'll come to your office early, love you, bye."
"Hello."
"Hi, Mommy."
"Monty, is that you?"
"Yeah, wha' cha doin', Mommy?" Monty sounded as foul and loathsome as ever.
Amanda waited to compose her thoughts. "Monty after what I told you, you sent more pictures to Brett's father, at school no less. So Brett was 'outed' to the whole high school. Just because of you. I suppose you are pleased with your evil. All those terms I mentioned will come to pass, Monty. They are not threats, they are facts. My will has been changed. My lawyer, not my husband, has made it foolproof. You are no longer my heir, you will receive no more money from me. DO NOT COME HOME. I'll have you arrested if you do. Your room has been completely cleaned out and all your filth has been destroyed."
"Aw, Mommy, you shouldn't have done that. You really shouldn't have, I'll have to come there and ..... well, we'll see what then. Bye Mommy, no more calls. That's it, Mommy dearest."
Click! Monty had disconnected. Amanda tried to calm down. How had she managed to have spawned a child as evil as Monty? Amanda sat at her desk, torn between reporting his threats, or just making her home as tight as possible. She would have to get the security firm back the next day. 'Unfortunately, Monty is not dumb. He may be evil, but lamentably not handicapped by low intelligence.'
Amanda decided to call Pete, to see what he might suggest.
"Johnston City Tourist Court, Ted speaking." He had just left Brett driving home, and was on call at the registration desk. .
"Hi, Ted, this is Amanda Warren. I'd like to talk to Pete, but, first, I was wondering how Brett did today at school. I talked to Harry Morgan."
"Mrs. Warren, Brett is doing fine. Because his wrestling teammates helped him, he had no problem except for a few guys. We'll see how it goes tomorrow."
"I'm happy for him, Ted, have you celebrated?" She couldn't see Ted blush, but he did.
"Oh yes, we did this afternoon, he was so worn from the trying day, he needed some love."
"I'm sure you obliged, Ted, and I'll bet he appreciated your help."
"Yes, ma'am, a lot." He remembered how much he loved Brett, and almost lost it.
"Thanks, Ted. Could I talk to Pete now?" Amanda wasn't able to imagine how they celebrated, but actually didn't want to know.
"Here's Pete, Amanda." Ted was eager to be off the phone, he was desperate to jackoff, right away. He headed for the bathroom in Cottage #1, hoping Bobby wasn't there.
"Hi, Amanda, what's up?"
Amanda hesitated, but then went ahead. "Pete, I just talked to Monty, I'm pretty sure he is still in New York City. I have a feeling from his conversation he will be heading here. I warned him, but I bet he's contemplating vengeful actions, particularly against me. He didn't mention Brett, or Ted, but who knows?" Her voice had deepened, rough timbre, "Pete, I'm planning on beefing up my security at the house, but no matter what I do, he could probably scare the hell out of me. Can you suggest any response?"
"I'm not sure what you are thinking about, that he might try to burn down the house or maybe blow it up. I'm assuming that he wouldn't know how, right?"
"I don't think he would, Pete, but he's been socking away money for a while I suppose, maybe he expected a problem like this. He probably has enough to hire an arsonist or bomber."
Pete felt at a loss. He was sorry for Amanda having a son like Monty, a deviate, lazy man, a sybarite with no redeeming value. "Amanda, I haven't a clue right now, let me think it over. In the meantime I think you should talk to the Chief of Police, he might have an idea. You never know." He had no other ideas. "If you are desperate for manpower, Amanda, just give a call, I'm sure Brett and Ted, Tom, Tim and me would help."
"Thanks, Pete, I owe you. Let me know if you hear anything. Bye."
"Sure. Good luck, bye."
Pete laid down the phone and noticed that Ted was back. He was amused because he knew what Ted was doing in his cottage, 'Ah, the powers of Youth.', he thought. Pete was pleased for Ted to have found Brett. They were both attractive young men, intelligent, vital men with many interests and friends. They would be a force to be reckoned with wherever they live together.
Brett had gone home to be with his Dad a while, but he'd be back soon for the night with Ted.
Ted turned to Pete, "Damn, Pete, I forgot to tell you, Saturday is Bobby's birthday. I should have reminded you sooner, I'm sorry." Ted felt badly because he loved Bobby the best of his brothers. He had taken care of Bobby most of the time right after their mother died. Their father worked hard in the fields and with the stock, but so did Ted, besides practically raising Bobby himself. He wanted a cottage with Bobby for that reason, in his heart he felt Bobby was like a son to him.
"Ted, we better get to work on that. I'll give each of you enough money to get him nice gifts." Pete had previously decided to give each son an allowance per month. So far it had seemed to work. No one had really complained, but he wanted to be fair, too.
"We need to plan a party for Bobby, how about Saturday? Would that do?" Pete really didn't know exactly how to plan for a birthday party because he couldn't remember ever having one. "Should we invite anyone special?"
Ted was ready to answer, "First, we should invite all his brothers, Derek, and Derek's mother; then Brett, he loves Bobby., I know that." He thought a bit, "Well, get a decorated cake, pop and junk to eat, balloons, noise makers and hats."
Pete gave some suggestions, "I think we must invite Frank and Amanda, maybe Harry Morgan, too. I think he'd be happy to come. Will you write invitations for a SURPRISE birthday party for Bobby Stone Johnston at the Johnston City Tourist Court, on Saturday and so on?"
"Hey, Dad, I think at breakfast on Saturday we should give him birthday cards from us, and one big gift. Then that night he could get the rest at the party. Good for you?" Ted felt urgently for Bobby to be feted well by his brothers and friends. He loved all his brothers, now including Tim, and would never say differently, but Bobby was his favorite. Ted had depended on his strength of will to keep working on the farm and maintain care for Bobby. He had buried his desire for a man to love to his subconscious, but didn't lose his parental feelings for Bobby.
"Ted, your ideas are fine since it would be difficult to keep him waiting until the evening. So we will celebrate twice." Pete smiled, kissed Ted on the cheek, hugging his son with such a feeling of love. He was so pleased that he had four sons to love and care for. "Even if I have to deal with pressure situations and problems of the heart, I still love you all with the greatest devotion."
"Dad, could I make a suggestion for his big present, I think I have a good idea? Why don't we get him a small motorized three wheeled vehicle he could drive around the woods and stuff."
"That's a great idea, Teddy, you go pick one out and I'll pay for it."
At that moment, Brett Morgan appeared in the office. "Hey, Teddy, how's it goin'?"
Ted grabbed Brett against his chest, his lover's head came up to Ted's shoulders, "Right now I'm super, babe, I've been needing you. I was just telling Dad Bobby's birthday is Saturday." He mentioned the plans for the party.
"Hey, Brett," Ted started, "How's your dad?"
"Oh, he's fine, pleased with himself for making my first day back at school much easier than we feared." He felt so satisfied holding onto Ted, his blood raced throughout his body, warming him quickly. "Teddy, I'm ready for the final hours of our honeymoon, very ready," he smiled and emphasized for his lover with a shove of his crotch against Ted's.
Pete exploded in spurious rage, "Guys, will you just go and do it, I really don't want to know. That's your business."
"Aw, Pete," Ted and Brett ganged up on Pete, "Petey, we know you love us both, right? And... we also need your approval for our loving and desire, hoping we don't go crazy with excitement."
Ted's excitement was revealed, "Do you think your father would come? We'd really like to have him here. And of course you must be here."
"Ah ... Saturday evening ... we don't usually do much then, I'm sure he would be pleased. Since my mother died, he does get lonesome sometimes." Brett was especially happy to have his dad meet all of the Johnstons, "I'll tell him, I'll even bring him so he doesn't get lost. His sense of direction is so bad he needs a guide dog." He laughed, "Or me!"
Ted hugged Brett, "Babe, when I need a guide dog, I'll ask for you. You turn me on so hard, I love you more all the time and you can guide me anywhere you are going to be."
The boys had been holding Pete very close, he struggled to get loose. "Hey, son and son- in-law, will you please get to bed and get Brett to school tomorrow on time, you hear? Now shoo!!. If you want to snack later, you are welcome to raid the refrigerator."
Ted and Brett took turns kissing Pete before running off laughing to their cottage. After they opened the door, shut and locked it, they got rid of their clothing in seconds and literally jumped into bed, fresh, clean linens, puffed up pillows and another warm body for each of them.
Ted lay on his back while Brett lay half on top of him, his head resting on his shoulder, his left hand caressing Ted's right side, his right pectoral, tweaking his right nipple gently.
"Ted," Brett mumbled, "why do you love me? I'm just me, nothing special like you are. I am a fair wrestler and can sing a bit, but I'm nobody in particular." Brett felt a let down after the ordeals of the day.
Ted didn't speak for a few moments, he was trying to understand where Brett was coming from. Brett was a charming young man, kind and considerate, handsome as the devil. And from the quick glance Ted got as they were undressing, he reveled in his glorious body, young but beautifully proportioned. He was not tall, about medium and probably wouldn't grow much more, but with his superb posture he looked much taller. He was extremely friendly, look at all the friends he had, and, as shown that day, those guys weren't acquaintances only, they were deep down honest friends. They wouldn't say it, but they loved Brett like a brother and treated him as one.
Ted pushed Brett onto his back and knelt over him, his knees beside Brett's hips his hard cock brushing Brett's. . Ted started out by telling Brett exactly what he'd been thinking about. "Brett," he kissed Brett's cheek, "you exude an aura of sincerity, no faking, just the 'real' person your are. I love your sweet face and 'hot' body, those are the externals along with your sweet ass, sexy walk, athletic postures and bodily movements." Ted leaned over Brett to kiss his lips, then eyes and a peck on the nose. "I've love watching you all the time, whether at rest and just musing, or whether you are actively exercising at play or work." Ted was sucking on Brett's neck, until Brett cautioned, "Don't give me a hickey, that will ruin me." Ted backed down Brett's body a little to lick his nickel-sized nipples, flipping the nubs with his tongue.
"I was privileged to watch you fighting your desires, especially checking out your crotch when that huge, long rod in your pants dropped down your leg." Ted's hands were gripping Brett's muscular shoulders, cupping them , while he licked his way to his lover's navel. ."That was in the garage checking out the car of your grandfather's," Ted smiled wickedly, "and I stared as it pushed itself down your leg. I couldn't help thinking, 'Oh my god, what a dong he's got.' I've never seen you wrestle, but I can imagine how you would look, excited and very alert, searching quickly for your opportunities to defeat your opponent. And your dick would be sticking out at the crotch, not hard, just big." He snickered, "Am I right?"
"Yep."
"You just look strong physically and emotionally and morally. I know you had a bad time with Monty, just a glitch in your makeup briefly, but you are now settled into that life you've wanted." Ted had moved lower too rub Brett's pubes with his nose, then pull on them with his lips, tasting his man's flavor. At the same time his hands were caressing those hard abdominals, but he ignored his lover's hot tool.
"Babe, I wish you had known your Uncle Dan, had been able to talk to him to learn what was happening to you, your body and sexuality. I'm terribly sorry that your Dad kept him away from you. You might not have had as much trauma while growing up, might not have had to go to Monty for sex. My greatest wish is that we can unite ourselves into a couple in love, in lust and in a warm partnership."
Brett spoke up, "My dad said Uncle Dan would come soon, and he would talk to both of us."
The two young men were silent, Ted's left hand fondling Brett's balls and cock, those hard/soft organs and Brett's hands working their way down Ted's back to his butt, then his long legs. He reached between Ted's legs, grabbed his long cock, pulling on it like a cow's teat. Brett was so thrilled with Ted's opinion of him, recounting his assets including his ass, but mostly the traits he found inside Brett that he'd not recognized in himself.
"Okay then, Brett, why do you love me?"
"I don't want to spend the time to enumerate all your assets," he patted as much of Ted's ass he could reach, "they are many, lover. I will someday, maybe months from now when we are lying on a beach, together, still in love. I hope you don't mind."
Ted dropped onto Brett, hoping the boy could still breathe. Brett could easily find Ted's full, narrow buttocks to fondle with impunity. Ted's mind and heart were overloaded with massive waves of adoration, driving his mind into a powerful force of overwhelming desire he could barely keep inside. He loved his 'man', with delight and overpowering expectations. Never had he expected to find a lover to dote on as wonderful as Brett.
Brett wound his hands and arms around Ted's back, rubbing up and down until his fingers could reach his crevice and his rose bud of a love hole. He had never touched Monty like that and he never felt satisfied with his sexual sessions with the older man. Monty had no love for anyone except himself, he was so self-centered it was impossible for him to consider another person in his life, just someone to use.
Ted had moved far enough up Brett's body so that Brett's poker could reach his rear orifice between Ted's thighs. He lifted the hot, hard cock enough to let it reach and press it against his perineum, dripping as it was, precum everywhere.
"Brett, babe, it's been a long, long time, so I'm going to sit on it and take your monster at my pace. I thought I had a big one, but you've got me beat all hallow. Will that work for you?"
"Sure, Ted, but I'm getting awfully close, maybe hurry it along." The younger man's libido was rising fast, pervading his whole body with electric shocks when Ted touched him.
Ted was a little worried since Brett's cock was at least 8 inches of wide prick, and he wasn't sure he could take it. His lover way back in Seattle had no more than 5 inches, and that was not thick. Well, he was going to do it, no matter what, he needed Brett inside his hole, loving him.
The taller man raised on his knees from laying on Brett's body until his ass was directly over Brett's enormous prick, the swollen glans gleaming with precum dripping on his hand. He lowered his butt until Brett's swollen glans was pushing into his hole. Ted began to sweat, now a bit scared, but still determined to succeed. His lover was waiting until he was allowed inside.
Once Ted passed the crisis in the initial penetration by the head, he stopped to let his muscles relax, especially the sphincter surrounding the opening of his internal system. After the immediate pain eased, Ted let himself slip an inch lower, then stopped again. The huge size of the cock was creating some severe aching in his ass.
"Ted, you are doing great," he consoled, "I'm sorry it's so big, it just happened the last couple of years." He took hold of Ted's bolt, pushing from his crotch and those two solid balls like smallish eggs, hanging in his soft, velvet scrotum, wrinkled but valiantly containing those seed balls. Brett smiled to himself, 'all those seeds in there that won't even be utilized. I sure wish we could'.
One more inch and Brett's cock struck against Ted's prostate, giving him huge shocks that ran up and down his spine and into the body's nervous system. "Oh, god, Brett, that's so good, hit that sucker again." Brett felt such heat from Ted's inner chute, his cock was being broiled good, but it was so powerful on his shaft and glans, turning his whole body onto his lover's complex internal order of nerves and spirit of sexual desire and demand.
Ted was still descending on Brett's length of sexual baton, finally feeling Brett's pubes on his ball sack, and he was in all the way. He began to slide his way up and then lower himself to the full extent of Brett's pounding, pulsing erotic tool inside himself. Both men were groaning, expressing one's passionate love inside the other's.
"Ted, I can't help it, I'm cumming, I'm going to shoot up your path and flood your nest of loving dreams with my potent spores. Here it comes, baby, my love in you." Brett was breathing hard, his chest rising with renewed flooding in his heart.
Ted felt Brett's cock pulse and contort in his desire to impregnate, the streams of his sexual soul food combining with his juices to share their love together. Ted fell forward to lie on Brett, holding himself up with his elbows, still using his sphincter to pull further seed into his ass, not wanting to let go of this wonder shaft from Brett.
Brett had kept pumping on Ted's cock, then could feel it begin to empty his balls onto Brett's stomach and his own.
"That's it, Teddy, your unloading on me aroused me more than ever. I'd rather eat it, but I'll save that for later tonight. Okay, babe?"
Ted did not want to lose Brett's huge cock, he knew the empty feeling he'd experienced before and missing Brett's cock would be tragic to his feelings. Ted clutched his lover to his own body, though he soon pulled their bodies on the sides, frantically forcing Brett's pelvis against his buttocks, working hard to keep the thick mass of sex inside.
A sudden twitch of his own sphincter squirted Brett's prick from his rectum. Ted groaned, sadly feeling the emptiness inside his body. "Oh, damn, Brett, I wanted to keep you in me, restrain your manhood from leaving." He moaned, "Well, we'll just have to do this again, soon."
Brett whined, "But I don't know if I can, Teddy, that was the biggest explosion of my life. Sometimes I would shoot while Monty was fucking me, but not often. Now I know what I should have been feeling instead of hating Monty after he pretty much raped me each time. Thank you, Teddy, thank you for showing me the way and fulfilling my dreams."
Ted grabbed Brett's lips with his own, licking them until he could shove his tongue between them, that location of Brett's voracious hunger for his lover. The two exhausted men gradually rested from the sexual exertions they spent in their need for each other..
"One thing I don't understand, Brett, you have that super cock and Monty never noticed, or, if he did, never was interested in it." He laughed, "Brett, your monster dick is one of the wonders of the world, I think, and brought more passion from me than any other fuck I've had."
Brett raised his upper body on his elbows, looking at his partner, "I really don't think it was sex for Monty, it was pure physical assault on my body. Instead of beating me with his fists, he found his satisfaction by flogging me with his cock and pelvis. I often thought he never did cum, he pounded me so long I wondered whether he could cum."
Ted hugged Brett to him, "That must have taken you quite a while to recover from his attacks. Why did you put up with it?"
Brett kissed Ted voraciously, trying to fill his craving for this wonderful man, his lover.
"I told you before that I had an itch that nothing could scratch other than a long cock. For some reason I let myself go to him, stupid as it sounds now. Actually I didn't know of any other boy or man who would have satisfied me. I'm terribly sorry about it, Ted, especially for you."
Pete watched an unfamiliar car drive into the Court, looking very expensive though he didn't know the name. After parking quietly in front of the office, he watched a handsome man leave the car and head toward Pete. Slender, medium height and obviously well-built, the dark- haired late-30s individual looked familiar, but not enough to place him.
When the door opened, Pete was alert enough to finally place his looks. He smiled at him and said, "You must be a Morgan."
The young man was surprised and showed it, but did smile. "How did you know that?"
"You look just like your brother, Harry, and also your nephew, Brett."
"That is miraculous, so you must be Pete Johnston, Harry said I would like you immediately." He held out a hand which Pete shook firmly. "I'm Dan Morgan and I'm only here today, Pete, and must go on later this evening, but Harry said I could see Brett if I showed up here."
Pete was quick, "Yes, you will see him here. He and his partner are in Cottage 8, the last one in the line. I must stay here at the desk, but you can see the place through the window."
"I appreciate this, Pete, I had told Harry I would visit with Brett for a couple of hours. Would they be sleeping?"
"I doubt it, Dan. This is a great time to give some help and support. Yesterday was a very trying day for him; he was 'outed' at school, but made it through in pretty good shape. And I hear today was even better. His wrestling team helped him tremendously. "
"I was coming this way anyway, but when Harry told me last night about school, I decided I could stop to talk for a while. I have to be in Cleveland tonight."
Pete was especially gracious, "Dan, I'm very pleased to meet you, and hope I can see you again. I'd particularly want you to meet my partner and my boys."
"Yes, Harry mentioned that you'd adopted four grown boys, that's wonderful for you and your partner. Too many kids running around without a home at all." Dan reached out to shake hands again, but Pete was quicker.
He grabbed Dan and hugged him with a special urgency. "You can be a big help to my son, Ted, and your nephew, Brett. They do need a good hug and some knowledgeable directions. Come back to see us."
"I sure will. Should I just go and knock?"
Pete laughed, "If you interrupt their activity, it would be worth seeing, but I can't leave."
Dan Morgan walked quickly toward Cottage 8 with a very athletic stride and purposeful attitude. He neared the door but heard nothing, so he knocked lightly. The door was opened by Ted, clad only in his boxers.
Immediately, Dan spoke, "I'm Brett's Uncle Dan, could I see Brett?"
Ted was overcome, this handsome young man sure looked like Brett and his father.
"Come on in, Brett is taking a shower, but should be out in a few secs." He offered Dan the one chair while he sat on the bed. Before either could speak, the bathroom door opened and Brett walked out, totally naked. He did a double take when he saw his uncle. Ted threw him a pair of boxers he could put on.
"Oh My God!" Dan was stunned by Brett, his good looks, his fantastic body, and the cock he saw before the boxers covered it. "Damn, Brett, you are gorgeous. Could you give me a hug?"
Realizing whom it was, Brett flung himself into Dan's arms, "Oh, Uncle Dan, I've wanted to see you for so long. Dad never told me you were .... ah .... "
"Gay, is the word, Brett," Dan laughed, holding on to his nephew.
"Yeah, ... gay ... it is. I should know." He squeezed Dan in his strong arms again, laying his head on the strong chest.
"Uh, Brett, I can't breathe," Dan quietly warned Brett.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Uncle Dan." He released Dan but didn't move away. He stared at his æhot' uncle, about as tall as Ted but a little heavier.
Dan put his arm around Brett's shoulders, "Could you introduce me to you partner? And, please call me Dan, we don't need the æUncle' shit, Okay?" Dan held Brett again, whispered in his ear, and kissed his forehead.
Brett recovered from his astonishment and waved Ted forward.
"Dan, this is the man I'm in love with, a wonderful friend and my hero. Ted, this is Uncle Dan, or rather just Dan. We haven't met since I was in kindergarten." He held on to Dan while they shook hands.
Ted spoke softly to Brett, "Maybe we ought to get dressed, Brett?"
Dan immediately intervened, "Oh, guys, please don't. I don't often get to see such handsome and well-built young men in my life." He smiled wishfully, "If you don't mind, please?"
Ted and Brett looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders and smiled at Dan.
"Brett, that brief glimpse of your manly attributes," he grinned, "showed me that you are really a Morgan. That is a complete copy of mine and your Dad's. You wouldn't have seen his, but I have. Of course I was quite young when I saw it." He gave Brett a squeeze, "You should be very pleased to have it, right?"
Brett blushed hard, and smiled bravely, "I sure am, Dan, Ted really likes it. And, to be really æout' to you, he likes my ass a lot, too."
Ted also blushed and gave Brett a heavy frown."
"Don't be too hard on him, Ted, we're all from the family."
Quickly, Ted told about his family, which included Brett, his brothers and their adoption by Pete and Frank, his partner.
When the phone rang, Ted answered, "Yes, yes Pete, yes I'll ask him." He covered the mouthpiece and asked Dan, "We would all love to have you meet the whole family, could you possibly stay for dinner? Pete has it almost all ready and you can see the boys and our other Dad, Frank Warren." Both Ted and Brett sent Dan a pleading message, silently urging him to stay. "Harry will be here too, Pete says. He already asked him."
Dan grinned broadly, "I couldn't say no now, could I. Of course, but I want time to talk to you two."
Ted spoke into the phone, "It's a go, Dad, take it and run."
Dan was dressed a suit, dress shirt and tie, all very handsome, but he wanted to get comfortable. "Would you guy mind if I shed my clothes before we talk? I need to relax."
"No problem." Both were interested in seeing Dan's body, he could strip naked if he wanted to.
Soon Dan was undressed to the waist, and then dropped his trousers. Both boys inhaled a huge breath as they saw a bikini appear covering some of his cock, balls and butt. Enough was still visible to give them a vision of a huge cock like Brett's. With that done, he moved to sit on the bed with the boys. His body was a physical wonder, muscles everywhere.
"Before I came here, your dad told me of your experience yesterday, Brett, and how you were able to 'come out' shining. I'm so proud of you. I had a different experience at my high school, not the one you go to. When I was a sophomore, I was beat up every month or so, not horribly, but mainly a message that I wasn't wanted and I should get out. That is why I'm in the shape I am. I went to a health spa, built my muscles, learned to box and took karate, too. By the junior year, when Fortwo guys attacked me, I beat the shit out of both of them and no one bothered me again.
"Nephew, you have a fantastic body, I assume from gymnastics and track. And," he turned toward Ted, "so does your partner." He grinned evilly, "I don't suppose we could have a threesome?" He answered his own question, "No, I know better than that, don't worry."
Dan sobered, quieted, "Are there any questions that I might answer for you, assuming I know the answers." Dan patted the backs of both boys, sitting next to him.
Brett spoke up, "Dan, when Dad said you might visit us, I had all sorts of questions, but now I can't think of a one. For most of them, I think we've solved the problems by ourselves. Ted and I are going to Johnston City College next year. He graduated last year from Knoxville, Iowa, high school.
"We have tried most of the sex available to us, and we are very careful with each other. Dan, we are so in love and, yes, in lust, too, so I suppose the main question would be how to we sustain the love and succeed in staying together for the long run. I can't imagine being with anyone but Ted, and I think he feels the same with me." Ted nodded seriously. "Do you have any answers there for us?"
Dan lowered his eyes, obviously not enjoying what was in his mind. "Boys, I'm not the one who knows that answer. A few years ago my partner was cheating on me long before I found out. I caught him with another guy in our bed. That really stunned me. But, we split, never to see each other again and went on. I'm now on the way to Cleveland to find a new partner. But I'm not helping you much, am I."
Brett spoke up, "Yes, you are, Dan, you have made us think about our life together. How there can be unexpected pitfalls and rough times together. I can see we'll have to be very careful and in tune with each other's needs and desires. All out communication is a must!"
"Guys, most important are trust and being truthful to each other. It takes a lot of effort by both partners to maintain your relationship. I've know some men who reached 30, 35, 40 years together and are still in love. You must give some and take some, having your own way all the time doesn't work out well. I haven't known you two long enough for a guess, but I see so much love and adoration in your eyes so that is a good start. Always look for the good in your partner so you can treat him right. The Golden Rule is an excellent concept to follow."
"Thank you, Dan, for coming to us. Sorry you've had sad times. We hope your future is a bright one."
Dan kissed each of them on the cheek, "Guys, I'm heading to Cleveland to a new job, and I know a lot of people there. So maybe I will find someone with whom I can love and live with. If you have a piece of paper, I'll give you my cell phone number, email address. I don't know the local stuff in Cleveland, but I'll answer if you will write."
All three men dressed quickly, headed for the office where they would eat, Dan would meet everyone and get to know the family. Each one was saddened when the trio's bodies were covered up, but all three had vivid pictures in their minds.
Harry Morgan and brother Dan showed they delighted in being together again, the love of family showed intimately between them. Dan promised to return and would answer email and calls. Pete's boys were fascinated and overwhelmed to meet Dan Morgan, a very hot man they could admire.
After Dan left, Ted and Brett returned to Cottage #8, their room for the night.
"I've got you now, Brett, for love, supporting and sex." He smiled evilly, "Can't beat that."
After a sweet kiss, Ted made sure he had the alarm set for Brett to get up in time for school. Brett had changed his clothes at home so he wouldn't look stupid the next day at school. They grew drowsier and hardly awake until both were in a deep sleep, dreaming of each other.
By 11 p.m. Pete was ready to close the office, though one cottage not occupied. He had his ,and on the light switch when a car drove in from Route 30 to stop in front of the office.
Two men got out and went in the office, prepared to register. As they signed in and filled out all the questions, Pete saw they hadn't put down the license number of the car. He knew it was a rental car from the number. He wondered where they got it in Ohio.
Both of them were medium height, well padded but not fat. When he asked questions, though Pete had never been in New York City, he recognized their accent as either Brooklyn or the Bronx, mostly from watching TV. He was puzzled, unable to reason why they would come that far and rent a car to go to Johnston City. On the registration they had asked for five days rental.
Pete thought, 'Well, that will be nice to have them paying for five days'. He went outside to direct them to the correct cottage, number 5 after checking his memory that Ted and Brett were in Number 1, Tim and Tom were living in Number 2. Bobby was already in Pete's bed so Ted and Brett could be together.
Just as they left, the two men said they didn't want anyone cleaning up their cottage. "We'll do it ourselves, thank you, just leave clean sheets and towels with us tonight."
Pete answered them, though alarmed, "If that's what you want, I'll get the linens right now."
Later, after turning off lights except for the NO VACANCY sign, he crawled into his bed with Bobby, hoping he wouldn't wake him up. Bobby didn't wake, but within a few seconds had glommed onto Pete's body. Pete smiled to himself, 'love you Bobby,' and went to pat his butt. Then he was aware that Bobby was naked. 'Oh, well, I guess that goes with the territory of being a Dad'. He fell asleep, holding Bobby to him, but with a niggling thought about the two men in Cottage 5. 'What are they doing here?'
Brett and Ted awoke with the alarm, showered together but no sex, "That's what Dad said," Ted rejoindered most seriously when Brett asked why not..
He kind of wondered, but would go along with it, 'if that's what Dad wanted', he snickered to himself slyly. He did love Pete as well as 'his' Teddy and the smaller boys. 'Quite a family', he thought, 'I wish I'd had a brother. Might have made a big difference in my life, though I'd no doubt still be gay, whether he was or not.''.
Brett wasn't nervous about going to school, he was sure Bran and the others would be with him again like the day before. He knew he had to keep a smile and be very friendly, trying to win over more of the students.
After parking on the students' lot, Brett remembered that he'd said he would visit his father first. When he saw no secretary at the outer office desk, he knew his father had prevailed. He knocked lightly on Dr. Morgan's door and was asked to come in.
"Hi Dad," he smiled brightly, always pleased to be with his dad, "How's everything? I see your girl Friday is missing."
Harry got up to hug his son with a loving kiss on the cheek. "Hi Son, I'm wishing you a good day, as good or better than yesterday. My boy, you sure have guts, I'm so proud of you." He smirked a little, "Did you have a good night with Ted?"
"Just great, Dad, but this morning we had our shower together, but Teddy wouldn't do anything, oh ... ah ... you know. His father had told him no sex in the morning." He frowned a little, "So we didn't."
"I'm pleased with Pete for suggesting that. Good idea."
Brett retorted, "It sounded like more a command than a suggestion to me."
"I would guess he hoped your mind would be fresh when you got to school, not muddle- headed in a sexual daze, and I agree."
"Okay, Dad, I got to go. Thanks, love you."
"Love you, Brett."
As Brett left the office, Bran and Kirk were waiting for him; he'd told Bran that he would be checking on his father before school.
"Hey, man, what's up."
Brett had a hard time keeping from hugging and kissing Bran, though he knew it would be a disaster if he did. Surreptitiously, he gave Bran the 'I love you' sign and was thrilled when Bran did it back. He had to pretend to sneeze and blow his nose on a tissue to cover up tears in his eyes.
That day, especially with his teammates, was lots better than the pervious one. No one waited outside the boys' locker room to keep him from entering, and he didn't hear any 'fag' or 'queer' comments. That really made him happy. Even more kids would smile and wave at him, plenty of pats on his back. Brett figured he had it made then.
Since Brett was better known after his outing, more guys noticed him in the locker room, changing clothes and taking a shower. Those who hadn't checked him out before gaped at his soft hanging cock of five inches. Some boys hardly had a inch or two; some had no pubes at all. Brett saw the glances and smiled to himself, proud of his body and supremely happy that he had Ted, too.
Pete had never told his sons or anyone else about the sound systems in each cottage by which he could listen in and have it recorded in the office. He kept the equipment always locked, he didn't want them fooling around to hear people who had rented the cottage. But right then Pete had been thinking about the two men not wanting maid service. 'They must have stuff there which they wouldn't want anyone else to find'.
He unlocked the cabinet, turned on the amplifier and set the knob to Cottage 5. Once it warmed up, he could hear movement in the room, and also the shower running. No talking, though. Then ....
"Hey, aren't you done yet. What the hell are you doing in there? We got to get movin', we only have four days to get everythin' ready. If yer jus jackin' off, do that later?
"All right, jes' shut up already. I'm comin." The other man started to say something about 'comin', but didn't. He did think, 'Damn that idiot, wish I coulda found anyone else." The job had come up too quick.
Their first names were Jake and Freddie, as they signed on the registration card. Pete immediately gave the name Jake to the leader. Freddy could only have been the one in the shower. Numb nuts.
"You fuckin' idiot, you look weird without no clothes on."
Pete heard a hard slap on somebody's skin. From the echo he decided that Jake had smacked Freddy, had tried to wake Freddy up, get him going.
Then he heard, "Freddy, you drive and I'll watch, we want the Warren house on Warren Drive, and you just go by slowly, but don't stop." That got Pete's attention quickly.
In five minutes Pete heard their car start up, driving loudly out the motel exit. He waited a few minutes to see if they might have forgotten something.
His first job was getting into that cottage while they were gone. He managed with his master key to get in and look around. He didn't see any strange stuff, but saw they each had an empty glass on their bedside table. Pete checked the bathroom, but didn't see any more glasses. That meant he needed to get more glasses. Within a minute Pete was back in cottage 5 with more glasses. He planned to take the glasses they'd used to the police chief.
He realized he could only take one glass at a time, his fingers on the inside of the glass to preserve the fingerprints. So twice he went back to the office taking the used one, putting new ones in the same place.
All the other guests had left by that time and no doubt none would show up to register that early. He could leave to get the glasses to the police. Fortunately the chief wasn't busy and could listen to Pete. He didn't seem believe him, so Pete explained what he'd heard and what Monty had told his mother.
"Okay, Pete, I'll check the fingerprints, but it will take a couple of days."
"The guys are registered for five days, so they should be at the Tourist Court until Sunday. Could you hurry the technicians up?"
"Don't know." The police chief didn't know Pete and wasn't going to go out of his way.
"I would suggest you call Amanda Warren about this, it's probably her house they are planning to blow up. She might have some ideas."
The chief stood up, "I may do that, or not." Obviously Pete was being excused, not to return any time soon.
Saturday morning was a wild one for the Johnston family. At breakfast all the boys were at the dining table, quietly putting birthday cards at Bobby's place. Pete got Ted to round up everyone including Bobby, to come in for breakfast, a great breakfast Pete had prepared for his loved ones. As a special request, Bobby had wanted Derek to be with him for breakfast, in fact, insisted on it. Pete said okay.
Pete had a talk with Derek, explaining that on Saturday morning he should bring a birthday card for Bobby, but no present. "Derek, you are also invited to Bobby's birthday party Saturday night as 7:30. And your mother will be coming with you. Okay? Remember, it is a surprise party, so don't tell Bobby you are coming back that night."
"Thanks, Mr. Pete, that is super. See you in the morning."
Ted finally had everyone corralled into the dining room at their places, one extra place for Derek.
After they ate, Pete led a "Happy Birthday to Bobby", then motioned for Ted to take Bobby outside to show him his birthday present. Everyone went with those two. Pete stayed inside, listening to the screams of delight and laughter from everyone. Pete could tell Bobby's yelling as he saw the motorized cart, finding out it was his present..
He barely heard Bobby's scream before the now 11-year-old came dashing inside to Pete, jumping up on his frame, hugging and kissing his Dad. He jumped up to wrap his legs around Pete's butt, holding on.
"Thanks, Dad, I love it and you, you are so wonderful."
Pete put him down facing the door and boosted him outside with a whack on his butt to learn how to ride his cart. Ted started the motor, show Bobby the pedals and such, and told him to take it around the driveway. This vehicle had a governor on it which would limit the speed Bobby could get with it.
Later in the evening, Ted kept a tally of guests coming to Bobby's birthday party; Amanda, Frank Warren, Harry Morgan. Cyndi Wilson (nee Jordon) would bring her son, Derek, for Bobby, Brett had invited Bran Little, his closest buddy, because he wanted to show him off to Ted, and meet all his friends at the Tourist Court. Pete was very nervous, not knowing what was going on with the guys in Cottage 5, nothing from the Police Chief, nor anything from Amanda. He had listened in to the New Yorker's room, but hadn't heard anything remotely suspicious. They normally drove off in the morning, going somewhere, but Pete couldn't follow them, couldn't leave the Tourist Court. All he could do was to hope the police knew what they were doing.
Saturday night, almost time for the party, Pete was cleaning up the livingroom and dining area. Ted was helping him get their visitors settled with a good chair. He also watched where they parked, so cars could still get in and out of the motel.
Almost 7:30 pm, Bobby was watching cars come in the drive, and watch them go in the Office, where he assumed they were getting a cottage for the night. Before long he noticed that no one came out. 'What's going on,' he wondered, 'why are they still in there?"
He was playing with his birthday present in the woods, driving around the trees, having a great time on his birthday. When he saw Derek and his mother drive in, go in the office, he knew something was up, something he didn't know about. 'Durn, what is going on?' He thought about walking in to see, but wanted to ride some more.
Finally Bobby noticed Ted come out of the office to wave to him. He was indicating for Bobby to come in. When Bobby didn't move, Ted began to walk toward him. Bobby decided he'd better do what Ted said.
Ted waited for Bobby, put his arm around his shoulder and led him to the office door which opened suddenly. Ted lifted Bobby on his shoulders, shouting, "Here he is, our birthday boy, Bobby." Pete started singing Happy Birthday and everyone joined in.
Bobby couldn't believe what they were saying. All those people singing for him; helping to have a wonderful party just for him. He smiled, but got a little teary, red in the cheeks, hugging Ted so hard. When the singing finished, Bobby wanted Ted to put him down. He then started around the room, hugging first his brothers, then hugging Frank and Brett, two of his favorite people. Bobby knew Derek's mother and acquiesced when she wanted to kiss him. He liked her, mostly because she was Derek's Mom.
Ted took Bobby to meet those he didn't know. When got in front of Bran, Brett's best friend, Brett introduced Bobby to his wrestling partner, and then introduced Ted to Bran, too. Bran picked up Bobby, "You know, Bobby, I have a little brother just about your size. Maybe I'll introduce you to him." Bobby was thinking, 'Hey, I already have a boy friend', but decided not to say it. He did say, "Bran, I would like that. Why are you named after some cereal?"
Bran laughed as did others, "You see, Bobby, my real name is Branford, but that's too long to remember, so I decided on Bran when I was a little kid." He tickled Bobby in his arms, "That's not right, Bobby, I was teasing, my friends, especially my best friend, Brett, decided to call me that, shorten my name, like they do everything else."
Bran was surprised when Bobby gave him a kiss on the cheek, then asked to be set down. Bran turned to Brett, "Hey, this guy is a lover, too, don't you think?"
"Yeah, Bran," Brett grinned mischievously and quietly, "and he already has a boy friend, see the small kid by the cake, that's Derek. They were 69ing the other day and Bobby shot the real stuff. It's true."
Bobby finished introducing himself, his 'parents' had taught him well. He went up to Harry Morgan and said his piece.
Harry shook hands with him, solemnly, trying out his grip. Harry smiled, "You got a good grip there Bobby, good for you. Do you know what I do?"
"Yeah," happily because he remembered, "you run the schools in Johnston City. Right?"
"Right on, man, gimme five." They slapped hands high in the air..
Bran was very impressed with this big guy, Ted, who was Brett's lover and partner. He stood and instead of shaking or bumping hands, he was surprised to be hugged by Ted. Bran was almost as tall as Ted. As they were hugging, Ted whispered to Bran, "Man, we have to talk, privately, is that okay?"
Bran nodded, staring in Ted's beautiful blue eyes, "Just say when."
"Later, after the party."
Amanda had never met Bobby before and was charmed by the 11 year-old-boy. "Bobby, you will have to come to my house play with my toys. Maybe Pete or Ted will bring you." She smiled at the small boy, "I would like you to. Of course I'd also like to meet Tim and Tom. I saw you all at the adoption hearing in the courthouse, but we could set something up, okay?"
Bobby grinned his 'cutest' as he said, "Sure. I'd like that." He even had the nerve to wink at her. Pete saw that and wondered where he picked that up, his brothers, or maybe from Derek.
Once Bobby had met everyone, he was given his presents. Among those presents were; an ant farm from Derek, Pin Ball Game from Tim and Tom, Game Cube Nintendo from Ted and Twenty Question Game from Pete. Of course, Pete was also the one who bought the Off Road Vehicle. Those people not very close to Bobby brought him games and models to build. He'd never worked on a model but thought he might like to do it.
At a lull in the conversations, Bobby spoke up, "Everybody, I'm happy you all came to my birthday party and thanks for the presents. This has been my greatest birthday, ever. I'll always remember it. Thanks."
Everyone applauded Bobby's mini-speech, seeing how natural, real and wonderful he was and smart. And, he got another round of kisses from everyone, plus pats on his butt in place of spanking. Bobby was so alive, so excited and thrilled, pleased with himself and his Dad and brothers. He went to Ted who picked him up immediately, Ted knew just how he was feeling, loving everything and everyone. He held Ted hard, his arms gripping him. "Teddy, I love you, thank you, and I'll bet it was you who suggested the ORV. Right?"
Ted was almost crying, holding his brother (son) in his arms, not believing that he could be eleven years old. He said 'yes' it was him. While everyone was having cake and ice cream, Ted took Bobby outside, not too cold, and sat on the back while Bobby drove him around the Tourist Court on the new vehicle. He was so proud of Bobby, his young brother, almost his son.
"Teddy, I love everyone in our family, very much, but I love you the most, you are the bestest!"
They ended up back at the party. Ted had pointed out stuff Bobby shouldn't do on the ORV, especially going to fast, hitting anything with it. "Has Derek had a ride yet, Bobby?"
Bobby remembered he hadn't. He shook his head 'no'.
"Maybe you ought to get him before it gets too dark, okay?"
Bobby smiled, nodded and kissed his big brother, then ran inside to get Derek.
The party didn't break up until after 10 p.m. Everyone assured Pete and the boys they had a great time, good eats, too. Pete had just opened the front door of the office when a huge blast of an explosion was heard in the air. He had no idea where from, but kidded, "Now what has Bobby been into?"
The resonations and echoes of the blast were still ringing in the air, sounded like a huge bomb going off. Everybody went outside to stand in the courtyard, looking for evidence of the blast. Amanda was quite upset, wondering if it had been her house going up.
Pete went to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, consoling her in advance. He was sure it was the men at the motel at work for Monty.
Harry Morgan asked that everyone stay where they were and he would find out what he could. The police would already be there, he hoped. Frank suggested that he go along since it sounded near his house. "Sure, Frank, four eyes and four ears should help, even if you are a four-eyes by yourself."
That jocular reference to Frank's glasses eased the tension among the crowd.
About ten minutes later, Harry's car returned to the motel followed by the car of the Chief of Police.
Harry's first statement was to Amanda, "Amanda, your house is fine, no damage, except some windows blown out."
The Chief of Police came up to Pete, "Thanks to you, Pete, we got 'em. And all that was blown up was their car, and incidentally, them. No fancy trial to have to pay for." He said they knew who they were and were ready for them. "Those fingerprints, Pete, did the trick. They were well known in New York by the police. The leader, one Jake Malloney, had been arrested many times, but never convicted. Well, he now stands convicted. "There is a rather large hole in your alley in back, Amanda, but no real estate was damaged. We didn't see anyone else around except a few neighbors who were wondering what blew their windows out. I'm afraid you will have a bunch of glass to order for your house. I already called Fred's Glassworks and he should be started by now."
"That was quite exciting, Pete," Harry Morgan said, "do you often schedule one of those for your parties."
"No, Harry, just when we have the best people here." He smiled, "Shall I invite you for another?" Pete was thinking, æDamn, now I won't be paid by those idiots. Shoot!'
"Sure, I'll be glad to come."
Pete spoke loudly, "Everyone, thanks for coming tonight and I know Bobby appreciates all the presents and congratulations. Good night, safe trip home."
He shook everyone's hand as they began to get in their cars and leave. He noticed that Frank had started to his car and walked to him. He held out his hand for a shake, "Frank, I was sort of hoping you might stay with me tonight. We haven't seen each other for a couple of days. We might have Bobby with us for a while, but that can be worked out." He smiled and wrapped his arms around his partner.
"I was hoping you would ask me, Pete."
Pete socked Frank lightly in the arm, "Damn it, Frank, don't you remember, you are part of this family permanently, so you must assume you are staying. Anyway, we have some things to talk about."
Frank hugged Pete back, holding on as they headed for the office bedroom.
Pete called to Bobby, "Son, would you mind staying by yourself tonight, Frank is going to stay with me and Ted and Brett, I assume, will be in another cottage. Okay with you?"
"Sure, Dad, except, maybe, I might get scared. I'll watch the time and won't get scared before midnight. That gives you lots of time for ... other things." He grinned with a suspiciously erotic drift to his face.
With that, all the boys helped clean up the place, including Brett who would be staying. Derek's mother had said that he might stay with Bobby, just so he isn't a pest.
Pete answered, "Cyndi, Derek is never a pest. He is a good young man, even a gentleman." He then found Bobby to say he could have Derek with him overnight, so they couldn't get scared. They promised not to get scared.
While Brett was playing Twenty Questions with Bobby on his new game, Ted went to the refrigerator in Pete's kitchen, picked a six-pack of beer and pulled Bran outside to sit on the benches in the grass of the courtyard. They were under the sugar maple trees that still had their leaves, not even turning color yet. Both leaned forward with their elbows on their knees, certainly at ease with each other.
After having a few swallows of cold beer, Ted looked at Branford Little, Brett's best friend.
"So, how long have you two been friends?"
"Ted, we're 18 now, our birthdays are both in September, a week apart, both born in Johnston City Hospital. As I came into the world and left the hospital, Brett was born in the same room. Our mothers were friends and our friendship started somewhere around six months. We each spent an equal time living in the other's home, as close as brothers, loving both mothers."
"So you two are actually brothers."
"Yes, all of our decisions were made together; going out for wrestling, joining the church choir and becoming boy scouts."
"To get to the nub of my inquisitive thought, Bran, and in some ways I hate to ask it. But here goes." Ted rubbed his eyes, "Please, Bren, I'm not being nosy, I think I need to know Brett better in order to be a better friend." He asked, "When did you know Brett was gay?"
Bran gave an enigmatic smile, sort of undecided. "I never really thought of Brett being gay until he was outed. He's such a integral part of my life; physically, mentally, morally and emotionally. I never thought of him other than as a boy I loved as much as myself."
Ted noticed Bran seemed to be suffering, his face reddened, his forehead wrinkled and lightly sweating. "Bran, if this is too hard for you, just tell me to stop."
Bran shook his head wearily, his eyes closed, "Teddy, this is fine except for having to investigate my thoughts about Brett. I have never done that before, even in my dreams." He paused, raised his head to look at Ted. "I hope you can understand, Ted, he was me and I was him. We were inseparable physically and in our minds. I thought of nothing else and I believe Brett did too."
Bran's eyes began to shed tears, he was having to search his mind where he hadn't been before. "Ted, I can look at our relationship all those years, and in reviewing my emotions then, I know I loved Brett more than anyone or anything before and since. But I never thought of him sexually at all. Ever!"
"But when you hit puberty, didn't you investigate your own sexual equipment and each other's."
Bran finally smiled, "Yes, Ted, we did. Occasionally we would participate in mutual masturbation. But nothing more. We never hugged, kissed or made any advances to our 'other self'. Brett never, ever talked about sex with me. Obviously, because of his attitude, I never did either. We would jack off by ourselves and did not talk about it. I don't understand why we didn't, but that line wasn't crossed."
"Think back to the last two years. Since you were literally joined at the hip, do you remember when you wanted to go somewhere with Brett, that he said he had a job to do for his father."
Bran immediately saddened, his whole face sagged. He took Ted's hand in his, his fingers around Ted's thumb. "Three years ago, Brett's mother died from cancer of the uterus after a terrible six months of fight to live. I loved Brett's mother as much as I loved my own, Brett and I were devastated, but we had each other. We had always stayed over at each other's homes, overnight, over a weekend. At that point we would hug our best friend, him and me, often going to sleep still hugging. I can remember I got an erection from time to time, but it was never mentioned by either of us. We completely ignored the whole situation. I would dream of Brett, sexual arousing dreams. I never told him. If he did, too, I never knew.
"Do you know what Brett was doing on those occasions, Ted?"
"Yes," Ted answered quickly. He wasn't anxious to tell Bran about Monty and Brett.
Bran looked directly into Ted's eyes, searching for a response. "Tell me, Ted, do I want to know?"
"I don't think so, Bran, I would tell you if you insisted, but you shouldn't know. That's my honest opinion; if I were you, I wouldn't appreciate knowing." Ted breathed deeply, "It was sexual, but was not good for him. The relationship turned sour. Brett now is on the road to recovery and happiness."
Bran put his arm around Ted, "I'm pleased to know, Ted, I care dearly about him."
By that time Ted and Bran had finished the first beer, so popped the next can, toasting each other by tapping the cans. Ted felt that he should stop torturing Bran, but just couldn't. He needed to know before Brett came outside, too.
"Bran, if Brett had made advances to you sexually, what would you have done, accept him or break off your friendship?"
"I can answer that easily, Ted, anything Brett wanted to do, I would go along with. Remember, I loved him, I really hadn't thought about sex between us, as a conscious thought. Maybe way down in my subconscious makeup, I might have considered it, but I would not have started it myself."
Ted stood up and finished his second beer, Bran stood also. "Walk with me around the Court, Bran, I like being with you." He grinned at Bran, "I would guess you are as wonderful as Brett. Since I'm wildly in love with the subject of our talk, and it wouldn't be difficult to expand that to you." He laughed and patted Bran on the back. "No, I'm not suggesting a 'menage a trois', just trying to explain how I feel."
The two young men saw Brett dash out of the office building, heading for them, walking quickly.
"We are spending the night in this cottage, number eight." Ted smiled a satisfied glow of happiness, rubbing up and down Bran's back.
Quietly, Bran whispered to Ted, "And I'm jealous as hell, friend. I'll be in love with him the rest of my life. You better be good to him." The simple threat was given seriously.
"Hi, guys, what's up?" Brett had reached the two, standing close together, their sides touching.
Ted quickly grabbed Brett in his arms, "We were talking, Mr. Morgan, about how damn cute you are. It is a unanimous decision." He gave Brett a peck of a kiss on his lips.
Ted looked at Bran, "You have my permission, Bran." He got out of Bran's way.
"I can't resist that offer, Ted," and grabbed Brett into a hearty clinch, pressing his lips against Brett's. That was not a peck like Ted's, he held on to Brett until the young man finally raised his arms to hold Bran to his own body.
It was only a few seconds until they released the other. They backed a little, then stood as if in shock, staring into their eyes.
Brett groaned, "Oh, god, Bran, I've always wanted to do that, but I thought you would rearrange my head so I could look behind me." He smiled at Bran lovingly.
"I love you, Brett, and always will." Bran's voice was deep in an emotional promise, "I'm leaving now Brett, but will be waiting for you tomorrow in school." Bran wished with all he had that he was the one going to bed with Brett. He was learning about himself thanks to Brett.
"Okay, Bran, I love you forever." Brett waved to Bran, watching him get in his car and drive off.
Brett immediately hugged Ted, his real lover. "Teddy, will you ever tell me what you and Bran were talking about?"
"No." From the tone of Ted's voice, he knew Ted would never tell him. 'Aha,' Brett thought, 'I'll find out from Bran.' Ted knew what Brett was thinking. He was certain Bran would never tell.
"Let's go to bed, Brett, I need you now, badly."
In bed Brett and Ted slowly worked into a warm hug. Ted asked Brett why he loved him.
"Because you are the epitome of the man I've been looking for. Imagine me seeing you arrive here from a farm in Iowa. Who do I thank for that, the good Lord who looks out for me, Pete's uncle dying at the right time, your father dying, just fate, or whatever guided me to drive by the Tourist Court when you were outside half-naked by your car with all those muscles showing ." He giggled into Ted's breast, "I wanted so bad to jump your bones with mine."
Brett took a deep breath, hugged Ted harder, "Teddy, I took one look at you and decided at that moment you must be mine." Ted couldn't see it, but Brett went red all over, "I'm so embarrassed that I made a grab for your cock under the car. Obviously my thinking was evident to you since you beat me to it. I was afraid that I'd scared you away, I'm so thankful that you could see beyond my actions there.
"You have so much going for you, just think, you own a forty year-old car, a convertible no less, and were adopted by a wonderful man who owns a Tourist Court where you can work. How could I not love you? You love me, so that sort of settles it."
Ring, Ring. The cottage phone from the fifties came to life, asking to be answered.
Ted leaned over Brett, pushing his hard dick between his thighs, almost cumming, but he answered..
"Hi."
Ted, this is Pete, is Brett still with you?"
"You're damn right, forever. So ...?"
"I have a message for Brett, can you both hear?" They said they could.
"Amanda just called that she'd had a call from the Police Chief." There were three bodies in the car but they haven't identified the third body. No identity. Maybe it's Monty."
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