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Chapter 46 – Suppertime Embarrassment

 

We crossed the street and after locating the car in the now crowded lot, Mom and dad climbed into the back seat together, leaving me to play chauffer. As I pulled out of the parking lot and turned onto the street, I shot a quick glance in the rear-view mirror and found the two of them sitting side-by-side, mom resting her head on dad's shoulder. I can honestly say I don't think I've seen them quite this happy and content for many a month and I have to admit I was feeling a bit giddy myself.

 

"So, dad, you glad to be out of there?" I asked in a weak attempt to start a conversation because, let's face it, who wouldn't be happy to be released from a hospital.

 

"I am, son. I know it wasn't jail, but it was damn close to it. I'll give `em this, though, they do take good care of ya'."

 

"Well, I should hope so," I laughed.

 

"Now, if they could just figure out how to let people actually get some sleep," he chuckled.

 

The rest of the drive home was quiet as the two of them cuddled in the back seat as if they were out on their first date. I did a bit of a double-take as I turned off the road into the drive and saw the boys' new bus shelter. I must have been in a trance when mom and I left because I somehow missed seeing it on the way out. As we pulled up to the front door of the house, I noticed John's truck was back in the drive, so he and his guys should be back at work.

 

Dad noticed the truck also and asked, "Who else is here, Max?"

 

"My contractor, John. He put up the new bus shelter for the boys this morning and has started work on the repainting the twins' bedroom and repairing the floor in Tom's new office." The conversation continued as we got out of the car and made our way to the front door.

 

"Great! Is there anything I can do to help to move things along?"

 

"I don't think so, dad. John brought two of his guys with him today and, so far, they seem to have everything under control."

 

"Well, if that changes, you just let me know. I'd love to help out."

 

"Thanks, dad, we'll see." I opened the door and let mom and dad enter first before following them in and closing the door. I took their coats and hung them in the closet, then the three of us joined up with Tom, Bill and Estelle by the still burning fireplace.

 

As we crossed the living room, Bill greeted dad with, "Good afternoon, Jim, it's good to see you, again. How are you feelin'?"

 

"Bill, it's great to see you, too," dad replied while shaking Bill's extended hand, "and you, also, Estelle," he added as he leaned over and gave her a hug. "You're absolutely right, Bill, this is a beautiful afternoon and I'm glad to still be around to enjoy it."

 

"That's great to hear, Jim," Estelle replied. "You gave us a helluva scare."

 

"You!? I scared the crap outta' myself, my dear, quite literally. The hospital had to provide me a clean pair of shorts so I could come home today," dad chuckled and we all joined him. "So, when will the boys be home from school?"

 

"The bus usually drops them off about a quarter to four," I answered.

 

"Great, I'm looking forward to seeing them, again. Especially that little Joey. He's a damn smart cookie. Before they get here, though, there's something I need to say to Bill and Estelle," dad said as he sat on the coffee table directly in front of them.

 

"Oh, and what's that," Estelle asked cautiously.

 

"I need to apologize for my behavior the last time we were together. I was rude beyond belief to two very kind people I barely knew. I hope you will accept my very sincere apology for my despicable behavior."

 

"That's all right, Jim," Bill replied. "We were at the same point not all that long ago and we understand the struggle of setting aside what you've believed your entire life and replacing it with what is right. People sometimes take drastic actions to accept the changes happening in their lives and the lives of the ones they love. Granted, your action was considerably more drastic than most, but we're glad you came through it one piece and with a new attitude. I think you'll find your acceptance of reality will lead to a much happier life and a long and rewarding relationship with Max and his family."

 

"Thank you, Bill, you're too kind. I must say I'm looking forward to it. Now there's one more person with whom I must make amends before I can put all this behind me."

 

"Who's that, dear?" mom asked.

 

"Why, Helen, of course. I've been especially nasty to her the past few months, simply because she was handy, and I feel absolutely horrible at what I've done to her in her time of need. I've no doubt she hates me, and who could blame her. And, yet, in my time of need, she set aside that hate and came to my aid. I owe her my life. When Max takes us home tonight, I must go see her and start to rebuild the friendship we once shared."

 

"I'm sure she'll be happy to hear what you have to say," I commented.

 

Dad stood, walked to me and motioned for me to get up. After I was looking in his eyes, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into the strongest hug I'd received from him in a long time. "I'm truly sorry for being such a hard-headed jackass, son," he whispered in my ear. He finally let me go and turned his attention to Tom, asking him to stand up also. After wrapping the big lunk in another smothering hug, I heard him whisper, "Welcome to the family, son. I wish for nothing but happiness for you, Max and the family you're building together." Dad finally released Tom, then sat on the loveseat with mom. After just a moment, he lifted his head, clapped his hands together and asked, "Okay, time to move on. What's for supper?"

 

Leave it to the old man to get right to the heart of the matter. We all enjoyed a light-hearted giggle and that finally broke the tension in which we'd been mired. We chatted a long time, mostly mom and Estelle telling Tom and me what they'd come up as far as plans for our wedding, with Bill tossing in a thought now and then. Everything they'd come up with sounded perfect to the two of us and it was obvious the time and thought they'd expended on our behalf. For his part, dad was pretty quiet since he hadn't been involved in the discussions, but he nodded his agreement at regular intervals. When the two ladies finally wound down and said that was all they had so far, dad finally took the opportunity to speak.

 

"You three have done a bang-up jog putting this together in such a short period of time and I'm impressed. I should have been involved in these planning sessions, but it's my own damn fault I wasn't. While I like everything I've heard so far, it sounds like it's going to be a pretty pricey affair, and I don't think the newlyweds are in a position to afford such a lavish ceremony. Therefore, I'm going to foot the bill for the entire event."

 

"Dad, you don't have to do that. And you know very well money isn't an issue."

 

"Wait, I forgot, the bride's family is supposed to pay for the wedding, aren't they?" He turned to look at two of us and then asked in complete seriousness, "Now, which one of you is the bride?" We looked at each other in confusion, then turned our questioning gaze to Bill and Estelle who simply shrugged their shoulders. We finally turned back to refocus our attention on mom and dad, only to find the two of them holding hands over their mouths to smother the giggle fit they both seemed to be enjoying. "I'm kiddin', boys, don't get your drawers tied in a knot. It was just a joke, well, a joke about which one of you is the bride. I may be getting old, but I'm not senile just yet. I'm dead serious about paying for wedding, though."

 

"Dad, I'm not going to fight you over this. If that's what you want to do, we'll let that be your wedding present to us."

 

"Thank you, boys."

 

I looked at my watch to check the time and discovered the boys should be home soon. "Looks like it's time to pick up the boys. Anybody want to come with me to see their reaction to the new bus shelter?" With agreement from all, we grabbed our coats and before leaving the house, I let John know where we were going. We then got into our cars and made the short trip to the end of the drive where I parked in my normal spot and Bill tried hide his behind the shelter. We quickly checked it out ourselves and found it to be just perfect. It was nice and toasty inside thanks to the heater running off the solar panel on the roof. I talked our parents into waiting inside the shelter so the boys wouldn't see them until they opened the door, just to add another surprise to the afternoon.

 

We waited inside until I looked through the window and spotted the bus coming up the road. As Tom and I stepped back outside to wait, I warned our parents they may want to cover their ears when we came back. I also ensured the door didn't latch itself since it would lock automatically and the boys wouldn't have the combination to unlock it just yet. When the fantastic five stepped off the bus, their eyes were wide with shock. After a quick wave to Carl, he headed on up the road to the next stop and our sons ran to us like demons from hell, jumping and dancing and squealing with delight.

 

When they finally calmed down enough to speak regular English, Joey deadpanned, "I knew you were having something built."

 

"Well, duh! That much was obvious, young man," I replied, "but you didn't know what, did you?"

 

"I still don't," Mike whined.

 

"It's a shelter for you guys to use before you get on and after you get off the bus."

 

"WOW!" T.J. enthused. "You guys are the greatest dads in the whole world."

 

"Why don't you check out the inside?" Tom asked while suppressing a grin. The boys charged the fort and threw open the gate. After hearing the door slam into the wall, there was a brief moment of stunned silence from the little rascals before all hell broke loose. I do hope the `rents followed my suggestion and covered their ears because if they hadn't, we might all have to learn sign language. We waited a few moments before joining the fray and when we finally did, the volume level had returned to a more tolerable level. I quickly looked at the wall behind the door and was glad to see there wasn't a hole in it after the way the door slammed into it. I quickly noticed that an eight-foot by eight-foot building gets pretty small on the inside when you have six adults and five kids packed into it.

 

Alex turned and asked in a very serious voice, "Dads, I know grandma and grampa are moving up here, but don't you think this is just a teensy bit too small?" There was just a hint of a whine on the word `teensy'.

 

Joey picked up from there and continued, "Yeah, no bathroom, no kitchen, no bedroom. This just won't do, dads. What's the big idea, you two?"

 

Not to be outdone, T.J. added, "Where are we supposed to sleep when we spend the night, on the roof?"

 

"Wait," dad interrupted. "Bill and Estelle are moving up here? When did that happen? And where?"

 

"The `when' is last week, dad, and the `where' is right here. I'm going to sell them a couple of acres and they're going to build a house out here."

 

"Well, that sounds wonderful. It'll be nice to have them so close, won't it, Tom?"

 

"I can't wait, Jim. I really want to make up for all the time we missed together the past five years."

 

"So, boys," I started, "what do you think of your surprise? Think you'll be okay in here while you wait for the bus or for us to come pick you up?"

 

"Yeah, dad, this is sweet. Thanks," Mike replied.

 

"Can we get some chairs to put in here?" Alex asked.

 

"You bet. I think there are some extras out in the storage building. Oh, and one more thing. See this button right here, guys?" I asked, pointing to the red button by the door.

 

"Yeah, what's that do? Launch us into orbit?" Joey asked.

 

"No, you goofball, it's tied in with the drive sensor, so when you get off the bus in the afternoon, just punch the button and the chime will go off in the house to let us know you're here. When it's cold or raining, we'll come get you. But when is warm and sunny, you can walk to the house, it'll be good exercise for y'all."

 

"This is so cool, dads," Andy finally managed to say. "Can we get a TV in here, too?"

 

"I don't think you'll get that, Andy, we wouldn't want you to miss the bus just because SpongeBob or some other silly cartoon was on. Well, shall we head back to the house?" As we left the shelter to get back in our cars, the boys all stopped to give hugs to Tom and me before climbing in for the ride to the house.

 

As we pulled up in front of the house, Alex asked, "Who else is here, dad?"

 

"That's John's truck and trailer. He put up your shelter this morning and he's started work on your bedroom and Tom's office."

 

"Great, we need to tell him thanks, too," Joey replied.

 

"I'm sure he'll appreciate that, boys," Tom commented as we walked to front door.

 

"If anybody has homework to deal with, why don't you see if you can get it done before we all go to supper?" I asked as we hung up our coats.

 

"You got it, dad," Alex answered.

 

As they headed down the hall to their bedrooms, I watched them turn into Tom's office and listened as they all passed on their thanks to John for the new bus shelter. I could tell by the tone of John's voice in his replies that he was, indeed, appreciative and, perhaps, just a touch embarrassed. When they left Tom's office, they made a quick stop in the twins' new bedroom to check out the new color scheme.

 

"Wow! It looks so different from the plain old crappy white," I heard Alex exclaim.

 

"I love it, guys," T.J. responded. "We have to think about what colors we want in our room, Mike and Andy."

 

"I guess that depends on if Andy's gonna' stay in our room, doesn't it?" Mike asked.

 

"I think I will, but we might want to ask dad about a separate bed for me," Andy answered. "We got plenty of room now, but it'll be tight fit for all three of us in a few years." I chuckled at Andy's answer, figuring it would be probably be seven or eight years before they were big enough that a king-sized bed wouldn't hold all three boys comfortably, but boys can dream, can't they.

 

I stopped in the living room briefly and said, "Be back in just a few, I'm gonna' set the boys up with their afternoon snack while they deal with any homework." I then detoured through the kitchen and as I was setting out fruit snacks and juice boxes for them, the boys came in and took their stools. Alex and Joey cracked open their extra math book to spend some time on it while T.J. got busy with his new list of spelling words. "When you're done with your snacks and homework, come join us in the living room, boys."

 

As I rejoined the adults, I heard my dad ask, "So, when are you and Estelle moving up here?"

 

"We're hoping we can get the house built and ready so we can be up here this fall. We really want to be in it in time for Thanksgiving," Bill answered. "We'll be working with John to get it done."

 

"I think that'll be great. Now, if we could just get Max to sell Rose and me a little corner of this Garden of Eden, we could join y'all."

 

"What!? Are you serious, dad?" I asked. "You've never seemed the least bit interested in living out here before."

 

"Never had much reason to until now, son. But, with our grandsons being here, and our in-laws, also, it seems like the perfect time to seriously consider it." Mom's mouth was hanging wide open and surprise flooded her face as she stared at Jim.

 

"When did this bright idea hit ya'?" she asked.

 

"Saturday, I think, when I was still pretty out of it. Of course, when it did, I didn't know that Bill and Estelle were moving here, but now it makes even more sense, don't you think, dear?"

 

"I don't know, Jim, this is a lot to think about. We've been in our neighborhood since we got married and I never thought you'd consider moving."

 

"Well, I didn't either, until just the other day. If there's one thing that remains constant in this world, it's change, and I think it's time for a big one." I was looking at Tom with concern as to how this notion would impact all our lives when dad added, "And don't worry, son, you all can still live the way you always have."

 

"What do you mean by that, dad?" I asked warily, returning my attention to him.

 

"Why, free as a bird, of course. Do you really think I don't know how you've lived out here all these years? You can't hide nothin' from me."

 

"Oh, my god, how did you find out?"

 

"I've realized a lot over these past few days, son. Don't get me wrong, I always kinda' knew you lived differently than most folks, but I guess I hadn't quite put it all together before. While I was drifting in and out, some of the snippets of conversation I've heard between you and your sister over the years finally came together and actually made sense. A comment here and a comment there don't make much sense by themselves, but when you combine several years of those little comments together, a whole new and rather interesting picture develops."

 

"And, knowing that, you still want to move out here with the rest of us?"

 

"Why not, y'all ain't got nothin' I never seen before. And what better place to live naturally than surrounded by nature itself?"

 

"And you won't be bothered by having naked people around?"

 

"Meh, why would I be bothered by it. In all honesty, I've kept a secret from you and your mother for years and I guess it's time to tell you the truth."

 

"Oh, please do, Jim," mom responded. "I'm all ears."

 

"We-e-e-ll, you remember all those `hunting' trips I used to take and never came home with a damned thing to show for it?"

 

"Sure," I answered. "Of course, what I remember most about those trips was you never let me go along with you and I hated you for that."

 

"I had my reasons, son. You see, those weren't so much hunting trips as they were campouts with nine or ten other guys from my old Army unit. We'd all meet on the road somewhere and then travel together to a special clearing in the middle of a woods that one of the other guys owned. We'd usually get there early Thursday evening and set up camp. After everything was set up, we'd each go into our own tent, get undressed and then meet back around the campfire we'd started. Then we spent the next three or four days catchin' up with everyone else in the group, playin' poker, relivin' old war stories, eatin' and drinkin' until it was time to break camp, get dressed and return to our homes. None of us ever felt more relaxed and free than we did on those campouts." I could tell mom was astonished to hear this. But then, we all were.

 

"I never invited you to go along with me, son, because it was a chance for me be alone with guys I'd cared about for a long time. You don't go through what we did without forming life-long bonds of friendship. I also wasn't too sure how you'd react bein' around ten or eleven naked guys for a whole weekend. I guess I was afraid somethin' would come up that you couldn't control, because, deep down, I knew, even then, you was different. Besides, none of the other guys ever brought their boys either, so you woulda' been awful bored hanging around with us old farts."

 

"Jim, I can't believe you've kept that a secret all these years," mom commented. "Why?"

 

"Well, dear, I didn't think you'd be particularly fond of the idea of me spending a couple weekends a year with my old army buds, especially considering none of us was wearin' a stitch the entire time. And I sure as hell didn't want you there with me, either, some of those guys can be downright crude."

 

"Oh, I don't know, it might've been fun to join you," she responded suggestively which prompted Bill and Estelle to start laughing. I promptly stuck my fingers in my ears and started humming to block out the rest of whatever got said. Mom slapped me on the back of the head, dislodging my fingers, and said, "Oh, don't be such a damn prude. If we'd never had sex, you wouldn't be here right now."

 

"I know that, but I still don't want to hear about it, you two. That's what you call, TMGDI."

 

"Oh, get over it, son," dad replied. "In fact, our next `hunting' trip is already scheduled for the middle of June. Would you like to join me this year, son? Tom, Bill, you'd be welcome to join us, also, if you'd like."

 

"That sounds like a great time, Jim," Bill answered, "I'd love to come along. Thanks for the invitation."

 

"We'll have to think about it, dad. The adoption could be happening close to the same time so I don't know if we'd be able to get away. Besides, what would we do with the boys? We can't leave them here alone."

 

"Well, since it sounds like us women-folk aren't gonna' be invited," Estelle started, "maybe Rose and I could come here and stay with the boys. How does that sound?"

 

"That might work, Estelle, what do you think, mom?" I asked.

 

"I don't know, son, I'm still trying to wrap my head around this new man sittin' next to me. I feel like the last forty years of my life has all been one gigantic lie and I don't know him at all."

 

"You know me better than anyone, dear," dad responded, "and while I've kept a secret from you for a long time, it still doesn't change who I am."

 

"Well, let me think about it, everyone. I'll give you an answer soon enough so we can all make plans."

 

"Thanks, mom."

 

The boys finally joined us and the first question I heard from them was, "When's supper?" Those eating machines will not be denied.

 

"Soon, boys. Homework all done?"

 

"Yep. Mike and Andy quizzed T.J. on his spelling words and he got through them all without missing any," Joey answered.

 

"And Joey and I finished another five chapters in that math book," Alex added.

 

Again, I was amazed at the progress they were making, but I asked, "So what chapter are you ready to start on?"

 

They looked at each other briefly, then Joey came back with, "Um, twenty-one."

 

"What!? You were only starting twelve the other night when I checked your work."

 

"We know, dad, but we got through, like, chapter sixteen while you were reading to Andy."

 

"What are they doing, Max?" Estelle asked. I explained how the twins were not being challenged with their regular math work and were working on a fourth-grade textbook on their own and how much they'd done already. "Well, how many chapters are in the book?" she asked.

 

"Thirty-nine," Alex answered.

 

"And when did you start working on it?" Bill asked.

 

"Last Thursday night, wasn't it, dad?" Joey replied and I nodded my head in agreement.

 

"And you're almost half-way through it already!?" Estelle exclaimed.

 

"Yep," they answered in unison with their usual wide grins.

 

"Well done, boys," dad crowed.

 

"Max, honey, you should have them tested," mom interjected. "I bet their IQs are off the charts."

 

"I don't doubt they are, mom, but what's the point? We already know they're smart as whips."

 

"We wanna' do it, dad," they chimed.

 

"Well, if you really want to, I'll see about finding somebody who can make it happen, though I don't know where to start the search."

 

"I remember some of my students being tested and if I remember properly, I think psychologists usually administer those tests?" mom asked.

 

"Ya' know, now that you mention it, I think they might, and I just happen to know one. I'll get in touch with him and find out."

 

At that moment, John stuck his head around the corner into the living room and announced, "Okay, Max, we're done for the day and outta' here."

 

"Excellent, John, what all did you get done, today?" I asked as I walked towards him so we wouldn't have to yell.

 

"The twins' room is painted, the floor joists under Tom's office are reinforced and the new subfloor is in. We'll be back in the morning for Troy to clean up the mess in the bedroom while Ralph and I get start prepping Tom's office for new paint. When Troy is done with his cleanup, he'll come work with Ralph and me."

 

"Sounds like you had a good day, then."

 

"We did. Sorry for all the noise while your parents were here. Y'all have a have a good evening and we'll see you in the morning." The boys rushed over to say thanks again for the new bus shelter and they all gave John another round of hugs in appreciation. I could tell by the pinking of his face and ears that John was embarrassed by the good-natured attention, but he took it in stride. Troy and Ralph, though, gratefully accepted both the thank yous and the hugs from the boys. After John and his guys were gone, the boys and I returned to the living room.

 

"So, who's ready for supper?" I asked. After everyone, including myself, raised their hands, I added, "Then, let's load `em up and move `em out."

 

The boys, Tom and I got into our car while our parents got into Bill and Estelle's car for the short trip to Shepp's in New Berlin. The eleven of us descended upon and invaded Shepp's, commandeering and rearranging several tables so we could have plenty of room to spread out and enjoy our meal. With multiple conversations going on at the same time, nobody but me seemed to notice dad and Bill whispering conspiratorially at their end of the table. I also caught mom and Estelle having a very earnest discussion at the other end of the table. What were those four cooking up, I wondered? When our server arrived to take our orders, all discussion was halted as we told her what we wanted. As she sashayed away to turn our order into the kitchen, Bill raised his hand to get everyone's attention.

 

"Jim and I have made a decision down here that we think you'll all want to hear."

 

"Oh, you have, have you?" Estelle interjected with a glaring look.

 

"And without consulting your wives?" mom added shaking her head in disbelief.

 

"You two are either very brave or very stupid," I commented with a chuckle.

 

"Well, we're hoping for the first option there, son, but it'll probably end up being the second one once you all hear it," dad replied

 

"Okay, here goes," Bill continued. "Since Estelle and I decided to move up here, we've given considerable thought as to what kind and how big of a house to build. We'd pretty much settled on a smallish two-bedroom home, one bedroom for us and the second one for our grandsons to have somewhere to sleep when they want to spend the night, because, you know, they will. After talking with Jim just now, I'm leaning towards a considerably bigger four-bedroom house, one bedroom for Estelle and me, one for Jim and Rose and the other two for our grandsons. What do you think?"

 

The table grew silent as we all digested this new idea. I could see the wheels turning in mom and Estelle's minds as they looked at each other in astonishment. Tom looked like some fresh horror had been unleashed on an unsuspecting earth. The boys, joining dad and Bill, were all grinning from ear to ear. For my part, I just sat there, dumbfounded at the sudden changes in my dad as he willingly accepted, and possibly instigated, these unfolding events. Where the hell was this guy when I was growing up and dealing with who I was, because I sure could have used him.

 

The silence was finally broken when Estelle answered Bill's question with, "I think that's a grand idea, you two. I can't believe you came up with that on your own."

 

"It's like they were reading our minds, Estelle," mom added. "Did you bug our end of the table so you could eavesdrop on our conversation?" she asked our dads.

 

"Nope, we came up with it on our own," dad replied proudly.

 

"But you and Estelle were contemplating the same thing?" Bill asked.

 

"Yes, we were. I guess that settles it, then," Estelle answered, smiling. "Looks like we need to sit down with that contractor sooner than we thought. A bigger house will take longer to build."

 

"And if we want to be moved in by this fall," mom added, "we better get busy."

 

"I've got an idea," dad interjected. "Why don't you two spend the night with us and we can talk to John tomorrow morning at Max's house."

 

"That's a good idea, Jim," Bill answered.

 

"Are you sure you won't mind puttin' us up for the night?" Estelle asked.

 

"Well, the way I figure it," dad started, "if we're gonna' be living in the same house, we should at least try it for a night, don't ya' think? And whenever you come up for a visit before we get moved, you might as well plan on spending the nights with us then, also."

 

Our server started delivering our food, which brought an abrupt halt to any further conversation as people began to stuff themselves. My brain was swirling because I couldn't keep up with everything that was suddenly happening in my life. As this past year was winding down, I was alone, my parents hated me and I'd actually given serious thought to ending my life. I was so depressed I couldn't see my way through the tunnel of darkness to the sunlight I knew was waiting for me on the other side. I knew it was there, somewhere off in the distance, I just didn't know how to reach it. The only reason I didn't follow through on those feelings of worthlessness is I didn't want Lee to have to deal with the nightmarish aftermath. Nobody deserves that kind of punishment in their life, and I couldn't do that to her because I loved her too much.

 

Now, here I was, four months later, having a delightful supper with, not only my parents, who suddenly seemed to care a great deal about me, but my sons, my fiancé and his parents. And surprise of surprises, they all seemed to care about me. I was fairly basking in the glorious sunlight I'd finally found and I was never happier that I'd been born so much of a coward that I couldn't kill myself. And I found myself loving every one of them in return, I simply couldn't help it. These people that I'd known both forever and for a very short time had given me a purpose in life that I'd never felt before, a real reason to continue living. I could feel my eyes overflowing with tears and running down my cheek when I felt Tom gently dry one side of my face with his finger.

 

"What?" he whispered in my ear.

 

"I'm just happy," I whispered back, "so very fucking happy, I can't contain it." I leaned in and gave him a kiss that he eagerly and lovingly returned. I didn't care there were other people at the table, let alone in the building. Lost in thought as I was, I didn't notice that the bar had suddenly become deathly quiet and, since my eyes were closed, I couldn't see that every eye in the building was intently focused on the two of us, like lasers homing in for the kill.

 

I'm not sure how long I maintained my lip lock on my partner, but it was finally broken up when Joey, of course, cracked loudly, "Oh, c'mon you two, we can't take you anywhere. Would you get a freakin' room already?"

 

When we finally broke for air, both of us laughing at Joey's joke, I laid my forehead on Tom's shoulder, absorbing his love for me through the simple contact. Then, someone, somewhere, stated a light clapping that slowly grew louder as the rest of the table joined in and then louder, still, when the whole bar took up the cause. I don't think I've ever been more embarrassed in my life than I was at that moment. Well, except for that one time Carol dropped by unannounced. I sheepishly picked my head up and acknowledged the applause before returning my attention to my plate. The clapping slowly wound down and the noise regularly associated with a bar returned in full force.

 

Once we were finished with our meal, I signaled our server for the check so I could pay and we could be on our way. She sashayed back to us, then leaned in and whispered in my ear, "It's been taken care of. Have a great night. And congratulations."

 

Embarrassment flooded my face, again, as I flipped a fifty on the table for a tip, then stood and said, "Let's get outta' here." As we stepped outside into early evening dusk of March, I lamented, "I'll never be able to show my face in there again."

 

"I don't know why not, son," my dad began, "seems to me like they rather enjoyed the entertainment," he added with a chuckle.

 

"Thanks, dad. I hope we didn't disgust you."

 

"Why should I be disgusted? You two love each other, that's quite obvious, why shouldn't you share a kiss whenever and wherever you want?"

 

"God, how I wish the man standing before me now had been with me the past fifteen years. I needed you, you know."

 

"I know, son, and though I'll never be able to say it enough, I am sorry. Just know that I'm here, now, and forever."

 

I wrapped dad in a big hug and said, "Thanks, old man, I love you, too." Our hug spread throughout the family and once everyone had given our parents and grandparents theirs, we climbed in our cars and made our ways to our homes, seven of us to our Garden of Eden, as dad liked to call it, and four to my parents' home for the night. Tom had to drive us home since my eyes were still not focusing properly. After parking in the garage, the boys ran into the house and then their rooms to get comfortable while Tom and I adjourned to our room to do the same.

 

As we were undressing, Tom said, "Talk to me, babe. What happened at supper?"

 

I sat on the edge of the bed, briefly holding my head in my hands before answering. I finally lifted my head, looked directly into Tom's eyes, took a deep breath and started, "I haven't told anyone else this, Tom, but five, six months ago, I'd just about decided I didn't want to go on. I was so depressed with my life, with my parent's reaction to the news of me being gay, that it just didn't seem like it was worth prolonging the pain anymore."

 

"Oh, my god, Max!" he exclaimed as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

 

"I know, stupid, right? And you wanna' know why I didn't go through with it? Because of Lee. Not something she did or said or anything, but because I love her too much to make her go through the nightmare that would have followed. My writing had been an outlet of sorts for me, but I'd lost all interest in doing even that anymore. I poured my heart into those books, but it didn't matter to me because it didn't really change anything. Mom and dad still hated who I was, and I'd built this wall around me that I was afraid to let anybody through. I didn't want anyone to see the pain I was in so I wouldn't allow myself to get close to anyone.

 

"Then, when I finally decided that I wanted to live, I had to figure out what I could do to make it a life worth living and one to be proud of having lived it. That's when I came up with the idea of trying to adopt. I'd hoped that having someone to love and care for and who would love me back for who I am would make a difference and keep me going. And it has, in, oh, so many ways. I've found five boys who need me and I love them with all my heart. I've found you and I love you so much it actually hurts sometimes. And along with you, I've found your mom and dad, and I'm so glad they raised such a loving and caring man as yourself, who could help me see that life is truly worth living.

 

"And, as if that wasn't enough already, I now have mom and dad back in my life in a way I never expected. I was sure they were lost to me forever, yet, somehow, here they are, supporting me in ways I never dreamed possible. Dad is not only being civil, he wants to pay for our wedding, they want to move out here with your mom and dad, it's almost more than I can take. I have never, in my entire life, been as happy with my life and who I am as I am right now. I'm afraid that something's gonna' happen and I'm going to lose it all. Does all that make sense to you?"

 

"Some of it does, babe, because I love you more than I can ever say. I love our sons just as much, and I'm happy that all our parents are here for us. I've had good days and bad days, myself, but I never reached the point you and your father apparently did, but I can understand how you got there. I'm so thankful that you were able to dig yourself out of that hole you were in, because if you hadn't, I'd still be searching for the same thing you were, someone to care about more than I care about myself. And don't even think about losing it all `cause you're stuck with me, the boys, and our parents for a long time to come."

 

"Thanks, I knew you'd understand. That's one of the reasons this workshop Wednesday is so damned important to me. I've been there, and I want these teachers to know there are kids out there who need their love and support to get through it themselves."

 

"I'm with ya, babe. I'm glad you told me about it. It gives me a better understanding of where you are and what you're feeling. You know I'll do everything I can to help, right?"

 

"Of course, I do, ya' big lunk. I'll probably tell the teachers the same thing I just told you, just to drive home the point of how serious the problem is."

 

"Um, before you do that, you probably ought to have a chat with Alex, Joey and T.J. Since they're going to be there with us, I wouldn't want them to hear it at the same time as the teachers."

 

"Oh, shit, I didn't think about that. How could I be so fuckin' stupid? Think you could keep Andy and Mike amused for a few minutes while I talk to the others?"

 

"No sweat, babe. Take your time. Maybe I can read some more Huckleberry Finn to `em."

 

"That's a good idea, just remember, no n-word."

 

"That, I knew. I'll send the others in just a minute. Compose yourself and get ready." I lay back on the bed and thought about what I was going to say and how to say it while I waited. I finally decided that nothing but the flat-out truth would pass muster with these three and I wasn't looking forward to it.

 

 

I found the boys in the living room playing Uno while they waited for Max and me to join them.

 

"Geez, pops, it's about time," Joey hollered, "we were thinking you two really did find a room and were, well, you know." All five cracked up at that comment.

 

"No, Joey, nothing like that, sorry to disappoint you and your wild imagination. We had to talk about something and it took a while."

 

"Did it have something to do with why dad was crying at supper?" Alex asked.

 

"Yeah, I wanted to know what was goin' on and he told me."

 

"So, where is he?" T.J. asked.

 

"He's still in the bedroom. He wants to talk to Joey, Alex, and T.J. for a minute."

 

"'Bout what?" Joey asked.

 

"It's something he's going to talk about at the school Wednesday. Since you three are going to be there with us, we think you should know about it before he talks about it there."

 

"Well, what are we gonna' do while they're talkin' to dad?" Mike asked.

 

"I thought we could read some more Huckleberry Finn while we wait, how's that sound?"

 

"Cool, pops," Andy answered. "I'm really likin' that story."

 

"Well, okay then. You three scoot and we'll start reading."

 

As Joey, Alex and T.J. walked by on their way to the bedroom, I heard T.J. ask, "What do you think this is all about?"

 

"I don't know, but if it's related to the school thingy, it can't be good," Joey answered.

 

 

There was finally a light knock on the door and as I sat up, the door popped open and Alex quietly asked, "You wanted to see us, dad?"

 

"Yeah, c'mon in here and hop up on the bed so we can talk." I waited patiently as the three of them plodded nervously across the room, then climbed onto the bed and sat with their legs crossed in front of them. When they finally settled in, I began with, "Okay, I need to tell you guys something that I intend to talk about Wednesday, but I don't want a bunch of other people around the first time you hear it."

 

"Come on, dad, spit it out already," Joey pushed.

 

"Yeah, we're big boys, we can handle it," Alex added.

 

"Speak for yourselves, goobers," T.J. complained, "I'm not sure I wanna' know."

 

"You may not want to, T.J., but you need to. I know you're going to have questions, but wait until I'm done, please." I received nods of agreement from all three before continuing. "Okay, here goes. Late last year, I was feeling really depressed about things. I'd just told mom and dad about me and you know the response I got wasn't good. I was already feeling very lonely before that, and their reaction to the news didn't help things at all. I kinda' went into a downward spiral because I realized my life had no meaning or purpose and at the bottom of that spiral, I started to think about killing myself."

 

"WHAT!?" Joey screamed.

 

"Calm down and let me continue. I was so close to following through with it because I was in so much pain, mentally, that I couldn't think straight. What finally stopped me was the love I have for Aunt Lee. I knew how much my death would hurt her and I couldn't put her through that, not even to stop my own pain. I spent the next couple of months trying to figure out what I could do to make the pain go away and make my life worth living again. That's when I finally hit on idea of adopting. I wasn't sure I'd be able to, considering how most people think we're all less than human, but having a family was the only thing I could think of that could get me to think about the future in a positive way.

 

"So, I started working on that process with James and with his help, I met Anna, and then you three plus Mike. After meeting you four that first time in Anna's office and hearing about what you'd been through already, I knew that I had to live, if for no other reason than to give you the loving home you all deserve. You guys have literally saved my life because if I hadn't met you and been able to adopt you, I'm sure I would have ended up killing myself.

 

"That's the reason I volunteered to join Steve in this workshop at school, because I've been there and I know how hard it is for gay people like us to come to terms with our lives. What I've been through and dealt with the past six months, from the lowest of lows to the highest of highs, may help convince the teachers and other staff at the school to be more aware of the children in their classes and get them to reach out to someone when they desperately need help.

 

"That's it, boys. I just wanted you to be aware of one of the things I intend to discuss Wednesday. It wouldn't have been fair to you to spring it on you in front of a crowd. I also want you to know that I owe all of you a debt that I can never repay for saving my life. Just know that I will love you all until the end of time for that." I was immediately mauled by the three lads as they pushed me onto my back and wrapped their arms around me in a hug to end all hugs.

 

When we finally separated, I asked, "Any questions?"

 

Joey looked me in the eyes and asked, "Yeah, you're not gonna' do anything stupid, now, are ya'?"

 

"Yeah, dad, we can't lose you, too," Alex added.

 

"We all love and need you, dad, and pops, too," came from T.J.

 

"No, boys, I'm not going to do anything stupid. I'm past all that. I'm looking forward to many happy years with you five and Tom. I wouldn't trade that future for all the money in the world."

 

"Good to hear it, old man," Joey joked.

 

"Anything else you want to know?"

 

"Yeah, can we make some popcorn and watch some more Star Trek now?" T.J. asked. You gotta' love the resilience of kids, give them some bad news and just like a dog, they kick some grass over that shit and move on.

 

"Why not, let's go, guys." The four of us left the bedroom and while Joey, Alex and T.J. went on to get Tom and the other two, I stopped in the kitchen to get the popcorn going. I was soon joined by the others and, in a very short time, working together, we were ready to start a show and adjourned to the theater. After watching two more episodes, it was time to get the boys in bed, so while Tom and I took care of loading the dishwasher with the popcorn bowls and drink cups, the boys headed for their bedrooms to brush their teeth and crawl in bed.

 

We followed in due course and stopped in the trio's room first. All three were snuggled together in the middle of the bed and ready for the covers, which Tom and I pulled up to their chins. We then leaned over to plant kisses on foreheads and swapped `I love you' and `good night' with each. I could just hear the first light snore from one of them as we turned out the light and closed the door.

 

The twins were next on our hit list and we also found them curled together in the middle of the bed, waiting for the covers, also. We covered the two up and as I leaned over to deliver my first kiss good night, Alex looked up me and said, "Dad, I'm glad you're still here and found us all."

 

"I am, too, son." He then wrapped an arm around the back of my neck, pulled himself up and planted a wet, sloppy kiss right on my lips. As he loosened his arm to lower himself back down, I got my payback as I stuck out my tongue and ran it from the tip of his nose to his eyebrows causing him to giggle uncontrollably.

 

From under the covers, Joey moaned, "Hey, would y'all quiet down, I'm tryin' to sleep, here."

 

"Thanks, we love you, too, son," Tom deadpanned.

 

"Don't forget, Joey, your punishment ends tomorrow," I added. "I'm proud of you for sticking with it and not fighting it."

 

"Well, dad, I screwed up, and I need to be responsible for that. But I'm glad it's over, too. Wearing clothes sucks!"

 

"No arguments from me on that, son," I chuckled.

 

"I wish we could have school at home so we never had to wear clothes again."

 

"I can't think of any teacher who would want to deal with nude students all day, Joey."

 

"I bet Mr. Thomas would, and he's a great teacher," Alex responded.

 

"Don't hold your breath, boys. I just don't see it happening." We finished up with our nightly kisses and hugs, and with our nightly rituals completed, we turned out the light and closed their door on our way back to sit by the fireplace.

 

After sitting on the loveseat, Tom looked at me and said, "I'm with Alex, I'm happy you're still here, too, and even happier you found me."

 

"I'm happy we're all together, too. I don't even want to think about where I'd be if I hadn't found those boys when I did."

 

"Then don't think about it, think about this instead," Tom replied as he kissed me and slowly slipped his tongue into my mouth. As he continued his tongue action, I felt a hand slip between my thighs and then slowly move up until it made contact with my scrotum. He then pulled his hand up over my soft penis until it was pointing up towards my navel. His invading tongue made any kind of speech impossible and all I could do was moan my appreciation. He slowly wrapped his hand around me and began to stroke lightly, causing me to become fully erect. "Why don't we go to bed?" he whispered.

 

"Mmm-mmm," was all I could mutter. He stood slowly, not releasing his grip on my shaft, then after I stood up also, he led the way, pulling me along with him. After closing the door, we fell onto the bed and Tom exchanged his hand for his mouth. He started by lightly licking just the head like it was a lollipop before taking the whole of it into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the tip. He then proceeded to slowly drop his head lower and lower until his nose was buried in my bare pubic mound and the head of my cock was buried in his throat. After holding me in that position as long he could, he began sucking me in earnest and I was relishing every moment and movement.

 

After a minute or two, he snaked and arm under my leg and I felt a finger begin probing for my rear opening. I lifted the leg to give him easier access to his target and I soon felt the first finger hit its mark and slowly enter me. He kept the suction going on my cock as he worked my ass with his finger, and with his other hand, he began to fondle and pinch my nipples. After getting a second finger working with the first, he found my prostate and began to nudge and prod it with every stroke.

 

My body was writhing in pleasure as he continued to work his evil deeds upon me, not that I was going to complain. With all the stimulation I was receiving from three different directions simultaneously, I began to lose all control fairly quickly. Tom noticed my formerly loose sack pull up tight while my body went rigid and he buried his nose in my crotch and his fingers in my ass while continuing to wiggle them across my prostate. My body finally let go and I could feel my ass clenching his fingers tightly as my load was deposited deep into his throat.

 

Tom held me in his mouth as I slowly wilted and returned to a flaccid state and he continued to do so as he slowly removed his fingers from my ass. Only then did he lift his head and allow me slip from the warm and wet confines of his mouth. "Now, aren't you happy to still be here, too?" he quipped.

 

"You have no idea how happy, lover. Now, I owe you."

 

"Yes, you do. And you can pay me back tomorrow night, babe. Right now, I think we need to get some sleep since John is here again tomorrow and our parents will be, also, to talk to him about their new house."

 

"Oh, god, you made me forget all about that. Thanks, I think, for snapping me back into reality." After Tom laid down, I curled up by his side, resting my head on his furry chest, settling in for a good night's sleep. "Love you, Tom," I whispered.

 

"Love you, too, babe. Sleep well."

 

And I did, indeed, sleep well, right up until the alarm went off. I felt Tom untangle himself so he could take care of his early morning duty again, and I dozed back off until he would come back to get me moving. Imagine my shock when the next thing I heard was a bugle loudly blasting reveille throughout the house. As I stormed into the kitchen to confront our abuser, I could do nothing but laugh as Tom was being attacked by the five munchkins in a showing of their displeasure at our wakeup call. After a couple minutes of fierce battle, he finally fended them off and they returned to their rooms to get ready for the day.

 

"I warned you, didn't I?"

 

"Yeah, and thanks for the idea, but it was worth every second of it," he laughed. "They were so pissed off they forgot they wanted to still be sleeping. You, too, apparently."

 

"I wasn't a happy camper, either, when I crawled out of bed to come in here and kick your ass, like I promised, but when I saw the five them attacking, I couldn't help but laugh. Job well done, Sergeant."

 

"O-o-o-h, I got a promotion, wait `til Dylan hears about this. What's for breakfast, boss?"

 

"I think cereal and toast will have to do today."

 

"Works for me, I'll get the cereal, bowls and milk while you get busy with the toast." The boys returned for breakfast just as the first four slices of toast were ready to go and I dropped the next round. As each one filled their bowl with their choice of cereal, Tom added the milk from a fresh gallon to minimize the chance of a spill. Once they started wolfing it down, Tom turned to me and said, "I'll go get dressed and then come back to deal with the toaster so you can do the same."

 

"Sounds like a plan to me, big guy. Hurry back." By the time he returned, the boys were done eating, had rinsed their bowls and put them in the dishwasher and taken off to their rooms to get their backpacks and coats. "Guess I'll get dressed so I can run `em out to the bus stop." All five were anxious to be there early so they could put the new shelter to good use and as soon as I grabbed my coat, they were off to the garage. I parked next to the shelter and we all got out of the car.

 

Joey was the first to reach the door and, finding it was locked, joked, "Not gonna' be of much use if we can't get in, dad."

 

"If you give me a moment, I'll fix that," I replied. Once I reached the door, I told them, "We didn't want to have to worry about lost keys, so we had John put on this keypad lock. The code to punch in is our mailing zip code, 62670. Think you can remember that?"

 

"No sweat, dad, outta' my way," T.J. commanded. He punched it in and we heard the click as the door unlocked, then he turned the knob and pushed the door open. Since he'd unlocked it, T.J. led the others inside and then promptly closed the door in my face.

 

I re-entered the code and let myself in, "Very funny, munchkin," I said as I ruffled his hair. "The door locks automatically when it closes so you don't have to worry about that. Now give me my hugs and I'll be outta' here." I accepted and returned hugs with each of them and as I turned to leave them, commented, "Don't anybody miss the bus, it's a long walk to the school."

 

"We'll be fine, dad," Andy replied.

 

When I got back to the house, I parked by the front door again to leave room for John to park on the drive and carry things through the garage. I'd just taken my seat to start reading when the drive sensor went off. A glance through the front door revealed John's truck pulling in the drive and few moments later the door to the garage opened and he yelled, "Hi, honey, I'm h-o-o-o-me!" Tom and I both laughed as I got up to meet him in the hallway.

 

"Morning, John," I called down the hall. "C'mon in and make yourself at home."

 

"Will do, Max. You got any coffee? I missed mine this morning."

 

"Sure thing, Troy and Ralph want some?"

 

"Probably not, their soda fiends and they been sucking down some cokes on the way out this morning."

 

"No sweat, be right back." I got a mug for him and when I delivered it, I told him, "You're gonna' have to take some time this morning to talk to our parents, John."

 

"Oh, what about?"

 

"Well, you know Tom's mom and dad want you build a new home for them, right?"

 

"Yeah, I talked to them last Thursday, I think it was. I'm looking forward to working with them."

 

"Well, the project has now doubled in size because it looks like my parents are going to move into the same house."

 

"Music to my tone-deaf ears, Max. You sure you're ready for that?"

 

"Hell no, but I don't think I'll ever be ready. I was fine when it was just Bill and Estelle, but adding my mom and dad to the mix might just be too much for any sane person."

 

"Well, I'm sure it'll work out just fine. Whenever they get here, let me know and I'll talk with them, see what we can come up with."

 

"I'll do that. What's your plan for today?"

 

"Troy's going to clean up the mess in the boys' bedroom while Ralph and I get Tom's office taped off so we can paint it. I'd like to deal with that before we put the new floor down. Once it's painted, we'll get started on the floor."

 

"Sounds, good, John, I'll get out of your way and let you guys get to it."

 

"Thanks for coffee, Max, I needed that."

 

I waved over my shoulder as I turned the corner into the living room to sit by the fireplace and continue my reading.

 

"Well, that's all set," I commented before opening my book.

 

"What?" Tom asked.

 

"When our parents get here this morning, John's going to sit with them and talk about the new house for all four of them."

 

"That's good news, isn't it?"

 

"I suppose. I'm just not sure I want my dad living in the back yard `cause I never know what might set him off."

 

"It'll be just fine, babe. You worry too much."

 

"I know, but our recent history has made me that way." We returned to our reading with John and his boys providing a musical backdrop of sorts as the sounds of physical labor filtered through the house. It was about an hour later when the drive sensor announced a new arrival. Expecting our parents, I was surprised to find Carol standing on the porch when I opened the door. "Morning, Carol, what brings you out here this fine day?"

 

"Can I come in, I've got some news for you."

 

"Of course, please do. We're sitting by the fireplace, you need anything to drink?"

 

"A shot of bourbon would be good," she grinned.

 

"Sorry, ran out last night, will a Pepsi do?"

 

"Oh, I suppose," she answered.

 

"Go on in and grab a seat, I'll be right there." I detoured through the kitchen to grab the requested drink and joined Tom and Carol in the living room. "So, what's up, Carol? You seem overly serious this morning."

 

"Well, it's kind of a good news, not-so-good news kind of day for you two. Which do you want first?"

 

"Just spit it out, Carol," I answered.

 

"Yeah, don't keep us in suspense," Tom added.

 

"Okay, I'll start with the good news. I've spent the last week going back and forth with Andy's mother and I've finally gotten her to see the writing on the wall. She knows she's going to prison for a long time and is resigned to the fact that she won't be out in time to see her son celebrate his eighteenth birthday. Now that I've managed to get that hammered into her thick skull, she's finally signed the necessary forms to relinquish her parental rights."

 

"That's great, Carol. We'd both hate to see her ever exert any kind of control over Andy again. He deserves better than that," I said.

 

"He certainly does, and I'm working my hardest to make that happen. Now the not-so-good news. Anna's still not considering your adopting him until the at least the end of the school year."

 

"That's all right, Carol, we knew that already. As long as it's a possibility at that time, that's all we care about."

 

"I know that, guys, but she's still not convinced a gay couple can adequately raise a straight child. I've told her I don't how many times that it can and will work out just fine, but she's still waffling."

 

Tom and I exchanged a quick glance and he gave me a slight nod. "Um, funny you should bring that up."

 

"Why, what's happened?"

 

"Well, it seems as though Andy has started to rather enjoy his private times with Mike and T.J. more and more."

 

"Really? I'm surprised."

 

"In all honesty, we are, too, and it may just be a temporary thing, but anything's possible."

 

"Don't I know it?"

 

"I wouldn't say anything to Anna about that just yet or she'll probably think we somehow converted him, though we all know that's not how it works. Let's wait and see what she says when school's out and go from there."

 

"I suppose that's the best thing to do," she opined. "I'm still going to push her on the issue, though, because I'd like to see all five boys be adopted by you two on the same day. I'm going to go ahead and have everything ready for Andy as if it'll happen, so if she does actually agree to your adoption of him everything will be ready to roll."

 

"That sounds great, Carol. We really appreciate everything you're doing to help this process."

 

"Now that that's out of the way, what the heck is all that noise down the hall?"

 

"Just John and his guys. They painted the bedroom for Alex and Joey yesterday and they're working on Tom's new office today."

 

"Can I see the boys' room?"

 

"Sure, right this way."

 

I led the way and after entering, Carol commented, "Oh, my, that's bold, isn't it?"

 

"I thought so, too, but it's what they wanted, so there it is."

 

"I guess if they like it, that's all that matters, isn't it?"

 

"Yep."

 

"Well, I won't take any more of your time, guys," Carol started as we left the room, "I've got more work to do and have to get back to the office." DING! DING! "Expecting more company, boys?"

 

"Probably our parents and it sounds like they each drove their own cars. They're coming out today to talk to John about a new house."

 

"What?"

 

"Oh, I guess we haven't talked to you in, what, a week, Tom?"

 

"Yeah, that sounds about right."

 

"Things happen fast around here, Carol. Blink and you'll miss it. Might as well wait for them to get here to explain it all."

 

With that, our parents came in the front door, mom yelling, "Ding dong!"

 

"Morning, folks," I greeted as they came in and removed their coats. "How was your night?"

 

"It was just great," dad answered. "I haven't had that much fun in a coon's age."

 

"Thanks, dear, I love you, too," mom mocked sarcastically.

 

"Oh, you know what I mean, sweetheart."

 

"We had a fine time, Max," Bill commented, "and I think we're ready to talk to John," he added holding up a roll of paper.

 

"Well, before you do, I have someone else here I'd like you to meet." I grabbed Carol's hand and guided her in front of me. "This wonderful lady is Carol Ward. She works for the agency helping us with the adoptions. Carol, I'd like you to meet our parents. From left to right, we have Estelle and Bill, Tom's mom and dad, and next is, of course, my mom and dad, Jim and Rose."

 

"Pleased to meet you all," Carol greeted. Mom and Estelle stepped over and both gave Carol a hug and then the two dads shook her hand.

 

After stepping back, Mom said, "It's a wonderful thing you're doing Carol, for all the boys involved. Max is a changed person since he told us the news."

 

"You have no idea, mom," I commented.

 

"So, we have you to thank for our new grandsons?" Estelle asked.

 

"That would be me. What's this I hear about a new house?"

 

"Max and Tom are going to sell us a few acres so we can build a house out here," Bill answered. "We want to be closer to Tom and his new family."

 

"It started out with just the two of us, but after meeting Jim and Rose, we've decided to build it big enough for all four of us," Estelle added.

 

"Well, that's wonderful. Having you so close will be great for the boys. It might even help convince Anna to let Andy become a full-fledged member of the family, also."

 

"Who's this Anna and how could us being here help that?" dad asked.

 

"She happens to be my boss at the agency and she's concerned about the possibility of Andy not being gay and being raised in a home with two dads."

 

"Bah, what does she know," dad asked. "Look at the four of us, we're straight and yet we didn't have any problems with raising our sons, did we?" I coughed loudly at that comment. "Okay, I take that back, there were some issues, but we've finally ironed all that out. But still, our not being gay obviously didn't have any impact on them, did it?"

 

"You're preaching to the choir, Jim. I've talked to Anna about this until I'm blue in the face and made no progress."

 

"How about if we talk to her," mom asked.

 

"I don't think it would help a bit. She won't believe anybody but Andy, I think, and maybe not even him. And she won't talk to him until school's out for the summer."

 

"Well, if you think we can help, you just let us know."

 

"I'll be sure to do just that." Carol looked at her watch and said, "Look, if I don't get out here, I'm going to be late for a meeting with a new couple hoping to adopt. It was a pleasure to meet everyone. Max, Tom, I'll be in touch." We gave her a peck on the cheek, said our goodbyes and let her go.

 

"You four ready to talk to John?" I asked.

 

"You bet, get him in here," dad answered.

 

"Why don't we use the dining room. There'll be room there to spread out your paper and we'll be further away from the noise." Tom and our parents headed towards the dining room while I turned down the hallway to grab John. I stuck my head in the door and got John's attention. When he was closer, I said, "Our parents are here and ready to talk if you have the time."

 

"No time like the present, Max, let's go."

 

I led the way to the dining room and on our arrival, said, "You remember Bill, Estelle and Rose from yesterday, I assume. The other gentleman is my dad, Jim. He wasn't here when you met the others."

 

John extended a hand which my dad shook and said, "Nice to meet you, Jim."

 

"Same here. Pull up a chair and let us show you what we're thinking about."

 

Bill unrolled the paper in his hand and said, "This is it, John. Look it over and tell us what you think."

 

 

Just a quick note to my dedicated readers:

 

While I'm basing the character Max on myself and how I wish the direction my life would have gone some 30+ years ago, and many of the ideas I've written concerning religion and such are what I truly believe, what I've written in this chapter about Max's feelings and thoughts of suicide are a complete fabrication and bear absolutely no resemblance to any part of my own life, then or now. I tell you this because in my last e-mail announcing the availability of chapter 45, I mentioned being sick a couple weekends ago and some of you wrote very touching notes inquiring about my health and wishing me well. I want you to know that I truly appreciate your concern, but in all honesty, it was just a really bad cold that knocked me on my ass for a couple of days. I'm much better now, but still dealing with the aftereffects of that damn cold. If you are truly concerned about the rampant epidemic of suicide among LGBTQ youth, please search for local resources that could use your help to improve the situation.

 

As always, thanks for your continued interest and your genuine concern for my well-being, even though I know you are all just worried about when the next chapter will be out. LOL J