Unexpected Robert 1
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This document contains homosexual themes and acts. If you are underage or don't like the subject, then don't read it.
The story is not autobiographical and is a product of the writer's fertile imagination.
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Background Information
The family is back but a lot of time has passed between Unexpected Five Years On and these new chapters. You might want to reread the final chapter(s) of Unexpected Five Years On. I need some chapters to start this story and establish new characters and revisit old ones. In this story, things start to really happen in Chapter 3, 4 and especially 5. However, I think that you will enjoy Chapters 1 and 2; I personally really enjoyed writing Chapters 1 and 2. Don't be put off by these first couple of chapters or the main character as we first meet him in Chapters 1 and 2.
For those who speak French, I did try to get the French accents correctly but it didn't work. I don't have a French keyboard on my computer.
There may be some spaces between paragraphs. The chapter ends when you can see the list of my previous stories
Present
"Dad ... Dad are you there? We have to get moving. It's my first day and I don't want to be late. This is a real job. They hired me and need me in your IT department. Dad are you with me? You know your IT department. The firm that you own and run with Uncle David. Well with the watchful eyes of Grandpa Jamie."
Jeremy had been sitting at the breakfast table day dreaming. He knew that his son was there and he had even muttered some responses to the conversation. But here was his son graduated from high school about to start a summer job at The Accountants which he had been interviewed for and had won. Little wonder, he had won both the math prize and computer prize at the same high school where he himself had won the math prize so many years ago. Jamie had presented it to him then and last week, Jeremy had held back the tears but not the look of pride as he had presented the two prizes to his son.
"OK, caught the old man day dreaming. Right, you don't want to make a bad impression, give someone on staff a chance to say that you were taking advantage of your Dad there to protect you. You are on your own. Don't forget that I am Mr. Marchese-Milner or Boss and David is not Uncle David."
Jeremy stopped. "Where's Papa?"
"Oh he took a call from work earlier. He is still on the phone. Some crazy crisis. How can the top law firm in the city have a crisis? So early in the morning!"
From the hallway, "You really don't want the details." Timothy came into the room. "Well, doesn't our guy look spiffy. You'd think he had a new job and wanted to impress the ladies at work."
"Papa, how many times do I have say it; Anna is enough for me. However, she is going to be away for most of the summer and we are going to different out of town universities. Hmm. Maybe I better check myself in the mirror. Thanks Papa for the reminder." He ran out and up to his bathroom. The exuberance of youth. When he came down, they could smell the slight scent that hadn't been there previously.
They arrived at work. Jeremy let Robert run ahead of him so that they didn't enter at the same time. Jeremy chuckled as he watched him walk briskly up to the front door. Where had the years gone? There was a 6' 2" young man almost running up the stairs. He had straw coloured hair and broad shoulders with bulging muscles from his work outs with the hockey team at school and working construction with Grandad Philipo's Marchese Construction Company. Philipo had taken over after Pops' heart attack. Pops was convinced, no threatened by Momma in no uncertain terms, that he was retiring. You still couldn't stop Momma. Jeremy smiled to himself.
"Morning boss. Did you see that new hire who ran in a few minutes ago. I phoned IT and they told me to send him down. He didn't need directions."
"I guess they told him or he remembered from his interview."
"By the way David wants to see you and James is not coning in today. He has a lecture to give at the university."
James Milner had a become a frequent guest lecturer at several universities. His leadership skills and the rise of his firm, The Accountants, as one of the best in the province was the subject of many presentations and articles. It didn't hurt that Jeremy was known internationally in North America and in Europe for his large number of articles on forensic accounting that he had published. He and Michael Burtchell gave many addresses and shared the platform many times over the years. Michael was, like Jamie, slowly retiring from his firm but he too kept his hand in and was still publishing and presenting. His partner, Stephen, had retired as Head of the Economics Department but still taught the odd first year or senior class. He liked the challenge.
The day passed quickly and during the day, Jeremy had seen Robert at a distance laughing and joking with the junior members of the IT staff. It looked as if he fitted in well. As arranged, Jeremy had gone to the car at 5:15. A minute later, Robert jumped quickly into his Dad's car. Jeremy smiled, "Well how did it go? Any bright insights?"
"Dad, I am not stupid. I kept my head down. Not smart to try and shine the first day. In fact, I learned a lot. A bright group. I asked a lot of questions and they gave me a couple of easy jobs. I didn't do them too fast; they were pretty simple but I did what I am paid for."
Jeremy chuckled. He loved the enthusiasm and insights of his son. He watched him with the hockey team when they had parties at their house. He was an obvious leader on the team. He and Timothy had kept the tradition that Jamie and Philipo had started. Their home was always open to his friends and this year, their last time together as a team, was the final party at their place. Everyone knew the rules, no alcohol or drugs but lots of computers and card games with lots of food and no dates.
Jeremy and Timothy loved those nights. They would sit in the kitchen or their little back room while guys joked, yelled in mock surprise when they won or lost. Often some of the quieter guys would come in and talk about life and their futures. Over the years, they had had some very private conversations about their orientation chatting very discretely with young guys who were nervous and worried about their own feelings about love and life.
On Friday, Robert had the day off. That night was the Grad Dance. The school had kept the tradition of inviting parents for an hour or so before the graduation dinner and dance to meet friends.
Jeremy and Timothy arrived at the hotel at the given time and chatted with staff and students they knew. Robert had arrived with Anna and with his best friends from the team and some clubs that he belonged to. In fact, one couple was two guys who were dating. Robert had joined the gay and lesbian club; he told anyone who asked that he believed in it and wanted to celebrate his dads. He had a few troubled moments with less convinced members of the team but he was a team leader, a leading scorer and a big guy. There had been some scenes but eventually everyone accepted his decision.
Looking at the group, both Jeremy and Timothy realized what a good looking, talented young man they had the privilege to call son. Anna was radiant. The two looked good together. Timothy, always the one to see small things that Jeremy sometimes missed, commented on the way home that Robert and Anna looked close but somehow slightly apart. As was often the case, they were to find out in the next days that he was correct.
Robert had immediately spotted Jeremy and Timothy and had come over to them and got his handshake and hug. For over an hour, Timothy and Jeremy laughed and joked with the group. They knew his friends well and they asked and heard with interest their plans for the summer and the fall. It was a wonderful way to be with the guys whom they had known so long.
Finally, when the announcement was made to take their seats in the dining area, they said their goodbyes. As they left, it struck them that their life was going to change. No hustle and bustle of Robert and his friends. They heard the talk and plans of moving to new cities at their universities of choice. Anna in particular seemed elated with her scholarship at a university hundreds of kilometres from where Robert would be. Robert seemed equally upbeat about his university and its very well known hockey team which he would try out for.
As they walked to their car, it was Timothy who put his arm around his guy. "Look at it this way, we have had him for 18 years. In my wildest dreams I never realized how much that decision that we made after talking to Father Gregory would mean to me. Come on husband let's go home, I have some things to say to you tonight and not just words."
"I would never have realized that after almost 19 years together that you could turn me on with such simple words."
"And you used to call me a horny bugger."
As they did so often, they turned and kissed. It was almost indecently long but neither cared. Their son was growing up but they still had each other.
They arrived home. Timothy had hidden a bottle of good champagne in the basement refrigerator. He looked at his guy when the flutes were full and bubbling. "To our guy, to you my love. I still have you."
It was Jeremy who had moisture in his eyes. "To our son and to us." The kiss was gentle.
They knew that it was an all night party. They suspected that at sometime that night their guy and Anna would probably lie together and say important things to each other and seal the words with actions just as they were doing.
Jeremy had slowly undressed Timothy who then had done the honours for Jeremy. They marveled that they still wore the same size clothes. They were still lean and their exercise program kept them in top shape. They still played football. They water skied and went on annual trips to the ski hills in the US or Quebec. Jeremy had become an excellent downhill skier as Timothy had predicted that June so many years before. Tonight it was quiet and slow, savouring the taste and smell of the other. They knew that they had the house to themselves. They knew each others bodies so well but somehow it always felt fresh and new.
With small gestures and noises, they the communicated who would do what to the other and many minutes later, they were in the throws of a climax that left them breathless and knowing that there would be more tomorrow morning.
The next morning, they had just finished what they had started the evening before when they heard the front door open. Luckily the grad dance had been on a Friday so they were there to greet him. They quickly put on shorts and robes and went down to welcome their guy home.
What a different sight from the previous evening. Robert had taken some pants, a shirt and sweater to change into and his tuxedo was over his arm with the wilted flower still in the lapel. His hair was slightly mussed and he needed a shave. There were circles under his eyes and he was yawning. The guys started to laugh. "Oh, how the mighty have fallen. Just can't keep up the fast life."
Almost wistfully, "Oh, it was a great night but it is a chapter ended. I know that I will keep some of the guys as friends but it hit me that we are all moving all over the place. Anna leaves for the cottage in a few days and I probably won't see her again until I don't know when. Well, we are going out for dinner together on the night before she leaves but .... She is coming back to pack a couple of days after we leave for Europe. Then she is off to visit relatives and to get settled in her residence." He sighed and shrugged.
It was Timothy who went over and pulled him close. Timothy had learned from the Marchese family that sometimes being hugged and held tight said it all. Jeremy had been the one who played exuberantly with their son on the floor but it was Timothy who would often just hold him and talk to him quietly when things were bothering him. Timothy felt the little extra pressure from Robert's arms, a small word of thanks.
Jeremy had heard the very quiet words of comfort in French from Timothy as he had held his son. In the first year when they adopted him, they both spoke French to him. When he started to speak, they changed. Timothy only spoke French to Robert and Jeremy, English. When they had friends in for meals in the early years, they were mystified by how Robert could switch between languages. So it was even now, Timothy and his son always spoke in French to each other. Jeremy heard the words of comfort and the reminder that the summer job and the next year at university would be great experiences.
It was their resilient son, who finally separated from Timothy. "Merci, Papa." He immediately went over and hugged Jeremy. "Thanks Dad for coming last night. The guys loved talking to you two. You know we have changed a lot of minds. The guys think that you and Papa are the best." He looked at the two. He paused dramatically. "And I need some sleep."
The guys chuckled. One said, "Va mon fils, bons rêves." The other said it in the other language. "Go my son, sweet dreams."
As he headed up the stairs, Timothy looked at Jeremy. "We knew that these days would come. Wait 'tll we actual drop him off at his university and say goodbye then."
He looked at Timothy and started to chuckle. "I remember the day that you registered him at his first school for Junior Kindergarten. I had seen you operate before on the day your father had his stroke, 'I am in charge, not you, not mother, not Jeremy ... me'. That poor Directrice Adjointe (Vice Principal) didn't have a chance. " By this time Jeremy was laughing.
Continuing, "You and the Directrice had signed the papers and they were with her secretary for processing. I came into her office late after some problem at work. The Directrice looked at me oddly; you know, who are you? What are you doing here? You calmly said that you would like to introduce your husband. I can see now the look of surprise and almost horror. What was it she said? Oh yes that our relationship was against church teachings and not acceptable in the school. You looked at her and told her that that we were registering our son, not you and me. She muttered something about what would other parents think and say and the other children in his class? Then you explained what would happen if the papers were not processed: a case of discrimination would be launched against her and the Board. You calmly thought about it and said that maybe just letters to the Board and to the press first. I saw first hand again what Mme. Chenier and your first staff saw several times in your offices."
Still shaking his head, he pulled his guy to him and kissed him. They were so engrossed in themselves that they suddenly heard from a very visible son who had forgotten something downstairs, "Oh they never stop. They are at it again."
They attacked their son, Jeremy with a headlock and Timothy giving his head a rub with his knuckles. They all dissolved in a fit of laughter.
Robert had his sleep and when he woke up, he decided that he would look at some of the work that they might give him at The Accountants. He had asked the Head what he might be expected to do. He spent a lot of the day doing searches on topics and especially on computers and forensic accounting. It turned out to be very interesting.
Sunday came and everyone in the house knew that Robert and Anna were going out for dinner that night, the last time they would see each other, as he had said, for they knew not how long. Between searching the internet for his work the next day at The Accountants, he had mulled over in his mind what he would say to Anna about their distance apart and the fact that they would not see each other for months. The more he thought, the more he realized what he would have to do for both of them. He listed all his reasons in his mind. He groomed himself well and he dressed for the occasion.
As he left the house, of course Papa and Dad were there to see him off. It was strange how close they were and yet how often they didn't talk about some issues. He knew that he had to make up his own mind on a lot things. But he had their example as well as Momma and Pops and especially Grandpa Jamie and Grandad Philipo.
Obviously Anna had dressed for the occasion as well. He talked to her parents who really liked him and he, them. He had kept the name of the restaurant secret. She would have objected to the cost. Now that he knew what he was going to say, he felt it was exactly where they should go. In the car on the way to the restaurant, they chatted about the last couple of days and how much sleep they had to have the next day after the party.
"Robbie, you shouldn't have. This is way too expensive."
"That's why I kept it a secret. I knew what you would say. My Dads tell me that the food is excellent and good value for this type of service and cuisine. Let's enjoy it. I have saved some money from my job and investments and I am being well paid at The Accountants and by Grandad Philipo."
He told her not to look at the prices but to order what she really wanted. They couldn't have alcohol but Anna and he had non alcoholic cocktails. They talked about the dance and the year at school. Robert noticed that there were no references to the next year.
The dinner was over and they were having a coffee and some really good pastries.
Robert decided that now was the time. "Anna, you know, we have avoided one topic for the last weeks." He looked at her softly. "You know we won't see each other now for 2 or 3 months, probably more. You are going to be in a tough program as I shall be as well. I hope that I'll be on the hockey team. We are going to be busy."
Anna tried to speak but he went on. "I know that you are really excited about your program and the university itself. I have heard that there is a really good social life there. I want you to enjoy every aspect of university. I want you to be free to be able do anything that you want." He held up his hand. "You are one of the brightest, hottest women that I have ever seen or met." His eyes started to fill up.
"Robbie are you breaking up with me?"
"Yes, no. Damn, I am trying to realistic. I know that I don't even want to think of you with another guy but there are going to be lots of bright, good looking guys who will look at you and pursue you and one of them may click with you and you with him. I don't want you to feel guilty; I don't want to worry about that telephone call or email that I might get. I am going to be so damn busy that I won't know what day it is. Can we leave it like that; we'll see each other over Christmas, get caught up and be truthful with each other."
"OK, I have to admit that I have been trying to work this out over the last while. I have looked up long distance relationships and the feeling is that they often don't work. But Robbie we have something really special together." She reached over and they held hands over the table. There were tears in both their eyes.
"We have and still do but ...."
"Why can't you just be like most teenage males and just go hook up with someone and not tell me."
"Because you don't deserve that and that's not what I am saying."
"Please pay the bill. I don't want it to end like this, here."
They composed themselves and he left a good tip. Thought crossed his mind that he was to have work quite a few hours to pay for this evening.
The atmosphere changed. Both seemed slightly relieved that Robbie had taken the first step. Anna grabbed his hand and she pulled herself close to him as they walked to the car.
"I wish we could go somewhere"
"No, I want to remember grad night, you and me, our special time, alone together. It was wonderful, magical. You are one of the most beautiful people that I have ever met. You are leaving tomorrow and 'somewhere' would be an awful memory."
They were driving to her home. "I think that you are one of the most remarkable men. I can see so much of your dads in you. Charming, caring, thoughtful and so bright."
They arrived at her house. They kissed. It was both passionate and yet bitter sweet at the same time. He walked her to the door.
Robert, "Have a great summer. Have a great first term. Enjoy it all to the full. See you in December." Final kiss and he was off.
He drove around a bit and even sat in a parking lot for a few moments. Had he done the right thing? Was he throwing the love of his life away? No, it was for the best for both of them. If it was meant to be it would be again if not ....
Timothy picked up his son's mood quickly after a couple of questions. He grabbed him and sat him beside. "Dis Papa (tell Papa)."
Robert knew that it was not an order but a way to start. Quietly in French, he told his Papa what he had done. For a while, he felt like a little kid telling his Papa his deepest feelings. It felt so good to have those arms around him. Finally, there were tears.
Timothy held him closer. Talking softly, "You have done the hardest but maybe the wisest thing in your life so far. I had a relationship in my second year of university with a guy. It seemed perfect but one day, he came back and told me that it was over. He had met someone else. I was so low for so long after. You and Anna have chosen a time when you are making a break and a new start. You are so smart. You put her first. She is gorgeous and very bright. She will be approached by many guys. You'll wonder some lonely nights but perhaps in fact, you will find someone that you click with. She may look different and have different interests but she will mesh with you. As usual, you told her that you will meet at Christmas and be honest. That goes for you as well."
"Dad, there were times as I drove home tonight that I figured I would never meet anyone like her again in my life."
"My prediction. Maybe not this year but you will meet your soulmate. You know that your Grandpa used to say to your Dad, some time, some place, someone will be there for you. It took us a long time and I can tell you that it was worth the wait."
Tears mixed with laughter, "Papa, you are such a sop but I know you are right and so was I today but it hurts."
"It does. To use the old vernacular, sometimes life sucks." They sat like that for a while, no words just love and comfort.
Earlier, Jeremy had come towards the living room and he heard some of the muttered words. He quietly retraced his steps. His guy was doing what all parents want do for their kids, giving love and comfort.
He heard Robert say 'merci Papa' and bound up the stairs. Jeremy stuck his head around the corner to see his love finally letting his own tears flow.
In a bound, it was his turn to wrap his arms around his guy and hold him tight. He only muttered a few of words. "Tell me when you can."
Later as they climbed into bed, Jeremy, "We really do have an amazing son and he has an amazing Papa."
No more was spoken but a lot was told in the age old way.
After all that had happened that weekend, breakfast was the usual search for cereal, drink the dark, fragrant coffee and mutter words about that day and plans for the evening. Nothing was said about Anna's immanent departure. It was talk about work, drives, arrival and departure times at work and what was for supper. Yes really exciting stuff but it was what they needed on that day.
Jeremy did manage to slip in that he had started a list of the sites which he wanted to see in Paris in August. He could see that that caused a glimmer of interest in Robert's eyes and Robert said that was a good idea to start early. He also said he hoped that Dad would choose some interesting sites. Timothy had muttered 'trosième étage de la tour Eiffel (third level of the Eiffel Tower). That got more than a glimmer. The two dads smiled at each other.
They had in fact planned a lot for the summer. There were a number of weekends at the Malenfant chalet and that was on for the next weekend which happened to coincide with the July 1 celebrations. The Malenfant clan had kept that tradition going. Robert had heard the story of his Papa's 'outing' to grand-pere too many times and started to pretend to yawn anytime it was mentioned. As the families grew so did the property. There were now two small cabins at the back that could house each family. His cousin, Luc, had grown to be a solid young man who still loved his Uncl Jermy and Uncl Timty and there was always an exuberant meeting between him and Robert.
Robert loved it there. He was in almost a total French milieu and he fitted in and he was especially loved by grand-pere Malenfant. Robert and Luc had built up a very special relationship with grand-pere and with each other. It always amazed Jeremy how his son fitted in here and then with Momma who loved him dearly. He too was one who could 'deal' with Momma in the tradition of Jamie and himself.
The July 1st party was large and boisterous. Robert joined in talking to all his relatives and friends of the family who joined them. It was obvious to all that he enjoyed this. He helped grand-mere with getting the food and serving it. She remembered that first time that Jeremy visited on July 1. He too insisted on helping and he had mingled with the guests. She was so happy with the family that they had around them.
It was Sunday morning water skiing, "Not bad Papa." He said that as Timothy jumped out of the boat. Robert had driven while Timothy had put on a good display of acrobatics on skis. He still had it. Now it was Robert's turn.
Timothy's reaction to his son's assessment of his display, "Not bad! Wait 'til I get you up and see what you can do. Maybe some sharp turns by the boat and see how you handle that." His son laughed at him.
Timothy was driving the boat now and Jeremy was in the rear watching the skier. He saw his son behind the boat with the bar in this hand, his skis were slanted up with the tips out of the water. Robert gave the signal that he was ready. Timothy heard and he pushed the throttle slowly to half speed. Jeremy and Timothy, as he quickly looked back, saw the strong arms of their son tighten as the rope went taut and with grace, he pulled himself up as he came out of the water with ease. Timothy increased the speed as Robert sped through the water. Again they saw a powerfully built man straining on the rope with a huge smile of joy on his face. Amazing. Then the tricks that he had learned with power and grace; he did trick after trick. Each time smiling and shouting with pleasure. Finally Timothy signaled his turn into the bay where he made a perfect dismount.
Timothy came in slowly to dock the boat. When Timothy stepped out of the boat, there was an expectant look on his son's face. "Eh bien (well)?"'
"Pas trop pire, mon fils (not too bad, son)."
Almost in outrage, "Quoi (what)?" They all broke out laughing.
Timothy grabbed his kid in a headlock and said for the first time that day in English. "Don't get too cocky and sure of yourself but pretty damn good." They bumped fists.
Luc had done just as well and the two cousins went up the hill talking animatedly about their skiing exploits that day.
The day ended with a camp fire on the beach. For the first time, he sat dreamily on the beach with the fire's warmth and soft conversation around him. In his mind, Robert had drifted off and he felt the phantom, Anna, come up close to him. She put her hand on his naked thigh and then go a little farther until she was rubbing her fingers along his growing cock. He had to cover himself with his hands. He mentally moaned, "Ah fuck."
That night in bed by himself, he finished himself quietly as his mind replayed the scene the evening after the grad dance. They lay together naked, touching each other in their most private and sensitive areas. He was kneeling over her and he entered her. He ended spilling over his naked torso as he had finished in her, filling the condom in an overwhelming, explosive climax. He fell asleep with a sense of loss for the first time. Neither he nor Anna had sent any emails since she had left the city.
Comments
I have had some feedback from some readers who were trying to read some of my previous stories. If you go to Authors on Nifty and find my name, when you try to access Surprised Eric and Dave from the Authors list, it doesn't connect to anything. Surprised Graham and Robert is just not there. If you want to read them, use the date and category, Adult-Friends or Beginnings etc. and go the appropriate category and date and they are there and active.
If you liked this story, you might want to read the others that I have published on Nifty. In particular, my first story, Unexpected Change which has had the most positive comments and one of my other favourites, What a Difference a Year Makes. I have recently reread Introspection and it is worth a read, Michail Burtchell's story is in Discoveries; its ending is a little weak but getting there is fun.
Unexpected Change, Nifty, College, April 16, 2011
Friendship, Nifty, Adult Friends, May 20, 2011
Surprising Last Year at University, Nifty, College, June 9, 2011
Murder Changed My Life, Nifty, Beginnings, July 8, 2011
What is Love?, Nifty, Beginnings, August 31, 2011
Getting My Act Together, Nifty, I have to Adult-Friends, November 10, 2011
Surprised, Nifty, Adult-Friends, January 14, 2012
Surprised Eric and Dave, Beginnings, February 10, 2012
Surprised Graham and Robert, Nifty, Adult-Friends, March 22, 2012
What a Difference a Year Makes, Nifty, Adult-Friends, September 13, 2012
Discoveries, Nifty, Beginnings, November 1, 2012
Introspection, Nifty, Relationships, August 1, 2013
Bad Boy Series, Nifty, Beginning, January 2, 2014
Unexpected, Adult-Friends, January 12, 2017