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It has been interesting reading your comments as to which character you favor and why. It has also been interesting getting to know you and to also know where you live. Chapter 10 - My Son and His Friends I awoke early the next morning and lay there thinking about everything that had transpired during the summer. I regretted that I had not been able to make it to the mountains for hiking, rambling, shopping, eating at fabulous restaurants, rafting and tubing, but I promised myself that somehow I would make every effort to do so next summer. As I lay there, I began to get that feeling of dread that summer was ending and I would soon be back at work. I love teaching; I just hate all the other bull-crap that has been tied to it lately. I resent the new teaching standards along with its stressful and unrelenting standardized testing. I really dread the first few days of pre-planning as they would be tied up with meetings regarding all the curriculum changes, new testing requirements, new evaluation system, and other boring non- educational crap. I shook my head really hard and I woke Ryan up. He wanted to know what I had done that shook the bed so violently. I told him that I was clearing my head - he looked at me and said "Is it clear now? I was having a good dream and you woke me up." I pushed his head back down into his pillow and said "Go back to dreamland, I am getting up. I don't hear mom in the kitchen so maybe I can get in there and get breakfast started before she does." He lifted his head back up and said "Good Luck! I am staying in bed." I rolled out of bed and dressed quickly. Washed my hands and headed to the kitchen. No sooner had I turned on the kitchen lights than mom appeared. She asked "What are you doing up so early?" I said "Well, I was hungry and since the cook was not on duty I was pressed to start things myself." She glared at me and said "Well Douglas around here we do allow the cook some sleep time. Now you need to get out of my kitchen, so I can get breakfast started." Knowing my mom like I do, I left the kitchen and returned to my room. I decided to shave, shower and get dressed for the day. I went to the bathroom and as I was showering I thought back to the time with Randy in the dugout. That was so pleasurable and so not like me or maybe I should say so not like the old me. I finished my shower and finished dressing. I went back to the bedroom and woke Ryan up. He was a grumpy thirteen year-old that morning, but I pointed him to the bathroom and he complied. Soon he was showered, dressed, and his usual happy self. We went to the kitchen and had breakfast with my parents. We finished breakfast and Mom wanted to know what we were going to do that day. I asked her if she had something that she wanted to do with us and she sat there and thought for a few minutes. Finally, she said "Well if we are going to go to the Davis' this afternoon for fish, then I need to go to the Farmers' Market for some stuff. I want to send some stuff home with you guys tomorrow too." So Ryan and I cleaned up the kitchen, while she and Dad changed clothes. In a short amount of time, they were ready to go and we loaded up and headed to the Farmers' Market. I drove up close to the building, we got out and started wandering the various vendors. I love fresh produce and especially home-grown tomatoes that smell like tomatoes. I absolutely hate those picked as green and ripened with gas as they do not have a tomato taste. I shop with my nose. I pick up tomatoes, cantaloupes, peaches, and apples, if they do not smell like what they are supposed to be, then they stay right where they are. I walked over to this one vendor that had a big display of tomatoes. I picked one up and smelled it; it was a tomato for sure. I bought a case of them. I then walked on down and found a vendor that had fresh okra and I purchased five pounds of it. I decided that I had enough so I went to look for mom and the rest of the gang. Ryan had found a vendor that was selling a late crop of yellow peaches. He wanted some as he loved a peach cobbler. I stood there with him and we picked out about twenty pounds. I do not buy peaches by the box as they are often bruised and have begun to age. We finished making that purchase, and located mom. She had purchased everything she needed and was ready to go back to the house. We loaded up our stuff and she wanted to know what I had purchased, I told her about the tomatoes and okra and she smiled. My mom knows I love okra and tomatoes and she knew that I wanted her to can me some that afternoon before we went to the Davis' house. We arrived back at mom's house and unloaded the Yukon. She told me that if I wanted her to can the okra and tomatoes that I would have to go and get the canning jars, rings, lids, and some spices. She specified what she wanted and Ryan and I were off to Wal-Mart. We located the needed supplies and headed home. Mom had washed the okra and tomatoes and had begun to peel and cut up the tomatoes. I started slicing the okra and was shortly asking myself "who bought this much of this stuff?" I finished my task and mom put everything together along with her spices and it began to cook. The smell was wonderful and I would sneak back to the kitchen every so often for a taste. She finished the cooking, and then she began to fill the jars. My job was to apply the lids and to tighten the rings. We finished and we had twenty quarts of okra and tomatoes. Mom then asked me what we were going to do with the peaches and I told her that Ryan wanted them for cobblers. She said "Well Doug, I suggest that we peel them, slice them and then freeze them. That way they will be ready to cook and we will use them before they go bad. I pulled the box of peaches out and mom started peeling them. As she peeled them, I cut them up in small pieces. Mom took the bowl and alternately layered them with sugar in a large pot on the stove. I pulled her quart freezer bags out and laid them on the counter. She finished cooking the peaches and allowed them to cool. I helped her bag them and then we placed the ten quart bags in her freezer. It was getting close to lunch time, so since I had kept mom busy in the kitchen, I told everybody that lunch was on me. We loaded up and I drove to the Soup and Salad Bar as we needed something, but did not need to eat a lot since we would be eating fish around 5 o'clock. I was a little concerned because Ryan found the chili and had three bowls of it. I know the boy and I was just hoping he could keep himself under control. Guys you know what I mean here. The rest of us enjoyed the variety of salads that were offered. We had a nice leisurely lunch, and then we went back home. Mom began to prepare her portions of the evening's meal. She prepared her sour cream pound cake, her rendition of a slaw that she had at lunch, a macaroni salad, and two gallons of lemonade. I decided to go to my room and began to pull our stuff together. I started sorting our clothes as to how I would wash them when I returned home. After I finished that, I looked at the bed and thought that it would be nice to just lie down for a few minutes. I lay down and just about the time that I was about to doze off another body hit the bed too. I opened my eyes and it was Ryan. He asked "Why are you in bed? Don't you have something that you should be cooking?" I told him that mom had everything that had been agreed to underway and I was going to rest. He said "But Dad, I checked and no one has baked beans on the menu and you make the best baked beans." I got up and went to the kitchen to see if mom had the stuff that I needed to fix the baked beans. I checked the freezer and the pantry. She had everything that I needed so I hurriedly mixed up the baked beans and started them cooking. Sleep was now completely out of my mind. Ryan was happy, he sat at the kitchen table and talked about what he had found out regarding the menu. I just nodded my head as it was stuff that you would expect like cheese grits, hush puppies, French fries, sliced tomatoes, along with the stuff that mom was preparing. Around 4 o'clock Dad came back to the house and asked Ryan if he was ready to go help fry the fish and hush puppies. Ryan was up and out the door in a flash. I took that time to walk out to the back yard and call Barbara. We talked for a few minutes and then I asked for Anthony's phone number. She gave it to me and then I hung up. I looked at my phone and saw that I had time for quick phone call to Anthony. I called him and we talked about some business that I needed to have handled. We had a very good chat and pledged to keep in touch in the future especially as Ryan was growing up so fast. I got off the phone, and helped mom finish up in the kitchen. Around 4:45 we began to take things over to the Davis house. Mrs. Davis had made a gallon of sweet tea, but mom told me that she did not sweeten it like I liked it, so I should take me some additional sugar or strongly sweetened water to add to the tea. We were able to start eating around 5 o'clock and the food looked and tasted so delicious. Mom was sooooo right about the tea - she may have put the sugar container by the tea jug, but I doubt any sugar went in there. That was my only complaint. I enjoyed the meal as it was one that I did not have to prepare by myself. We all sat around the table and talked about the neighborhood, the town, the economy, life in general, and Ryan. Around 8 o'clock I excused myself to return to mom's so that I could begin to pull our stuff together as I wanted to leave for home early the next morning. Ryan joined me and he was a big help. He pulled out what he wanted to wear home and he made my choice for me. We laid those items out on the dresser and then we started pulling our clean clothes out of the drawers and the closet. We packed our luggage and loaded it into the Yukon. I put my devil's backbone in the back area and secured it with the boxes containing the canned okra and tomatoes. I held a space open for our dirty clothes bag and a cooler which would hold the frozen peaches which we would load in the morning before we left. We finished the packing of the Yukon and went back into the house. About that time, Mom and Dad returned with the stuff that was left-over. Mom cut us a big slice of the pound cake so that we could take it home with us. I helped her prepare stuff for the refrigerator while Ryan cleaned the dishes and loaded the dishwasher. As soon as we finished those tasks, we settled in the family room and just relaxed watching some program on TV until around 11 o'clock. At that time, mom and dad said that they were going to bed and Ryan and I headed to our room. We entered our room and Ryan headed to the bathroom. When he finished, I took care of my business, and then I returned to the bedroom. Ryan was waiting for me in the bed with his boxer briefs on. I turned off the overhead light, adjusted the fan and joined Ryan in bed. I pulled him to me and we were asleep in a few minutes. The next morning came fast, and I awoke to hear the birds outside our room chirping and singing. I looked at the clock and it was 6 a.m. I shook Ryan awake and pointed him to the bathroom. We shared the bathroom with him showering and me shaving. I stepped in the shower when he finished and he went to the bedroom and dressed. As soon as I finished my shower, I gathered the used towels and wash cloths and dropped them in the floor. I did a quick clean of the shower, then went to the bedroom, and dressed for the drive home. We put our dirty clothes in the dirty clothes bag and Ryan took it to the Yukon. I took the used towels and wash cloths to the laundry room along with our sheets and pillow cases. I loaded the sheets and pillow cases and started the machine. Mom could finish the drying and washing the towels when she returned from Church later in the day. Mom heard us in the house and she came out to tell us that she was going to cook breakfast, but I told her that I wanted to get on the road and that we would eat on the way. She was not happy, but I would not give in, so she called Dad. He came into the kitchen, and told us how much he had enjoyed our visit. I told him we had enjoyed our visit too, and that we wanted them to visit us at our home soon. He looked at mom, and then he told me that they would talk it over and see what developed. I gave each a hug, and then I walked out to the Yukon and put the cooler containing the peaches in the back. Ryan was already sitting waiting for me; Mom and Dad went around to his door, opened it and hugged him. I got in and cranked up. We said our final good-byes and I backed out the driveway and started home. I looked at the clock and we were out of the driveway at 6:30 a.m. I ask Ryan what he wanted for breakfast and he said he wanted a bacon, egg, and cheese biscuit with a drink. I agreed that I could eat the same thing so I located one of the fast food places, and we placed our orders in drive-through. We drove up to the window and as I started to pay, I looked up and I knew the woman operating the window. She was a friend of Allison's. She looked at me and smiled. She asked how I was doing and I told her I was doing fine. I told her that we had been visiting here and were now on our way home. She wanted to know if I had been to see Allison's mom, I told her yes, and I introduced her to Ryan. She looked down and over at him, and complimented him on being such a nice looking young man. Ryan blushed. She handed me our order, and I paid her. We said our good-byes, and now we were on our way home. As we drove along, Ryan talked about his grandparents and Barbara. He gave me a hard time about how I let mom get on my nerves. He told me that I cringe when she looks at me and especially when she starts asking questions. I told him that if he wanted a dose of how it feels I could do that without even breaking a sweat. He opted to leave things as they were between us. He talked about fishing with Mr. Davis and Dad. He said that Mr. Davis used some kind of worms that came from a tree; I told him that they were Catawba worms. He wanted to know which tree, and I remembered that Dad had one in his yard. I mentioned which one it was, and then he remembered it as having big leaves. I told him that he was right. I told him that a lot of birds would come to the trees and eat the worms when they were young, so a lot of times Dad and Mr. Davis would hang aluminum pie pans in the trees to scare the birds away. He said that sounded dumb, I said well it may, but it works. I asked him if he was excited about being an eighth grader this year. He told me that he was, but he really was concerned about trying to do soccer and swimming and keeping his grades up. I looked at him and told him that if the grades dropped, he would be out of sports. I have always made it clear that grades come first. He said he understood, and that is why he was worried. I told him that I had hoped that he was in the advanced classes. About mid-way on the way home, his phone rang and it was Jay. Jay called to find out if we had started home. Ryan told him that according to me, we were about halfway home. Jay said "Good tell Pops that Mom and Dad are preparing dinner for you guys tonight so eat a light lunch and come on home. I have missed you guys." In about ten minutes, my phone rang and I looked down and it was Shane. I answered and he said "Wellllll, hey there sexy. Have you missed me? I said "Yes Mr. Jones, I think that can be arranged." Shane said "Oh little ears (referring to Ryan) is close by." I said "Yes" He said that Jay had told him that we would be at their house for dinner tonight, and that he would be there to check me out. I know I smiled, but I said "Well Mr. Jones I will see you in the next day or so" and hung up. Ryan looked over at me and said "Dad, I know that was Shane, Jay told me that he was going to call you. I don't know why you were being so mysterious." I looked at him and said "Well Ryan, I like to throw Shane off ever so often." He just shook his head and said "My Dad." Around noon we stopped in a town about one hundred and twenty miles from home. We tried to find something that we could get that would be quick and fill the need for food but not interfere with our meal tonight at Jay and Shane's parent's house. We settled on a salad and drink at Wendy's. We took our time and had lunch within the building as it was cool and you just can't enjoy a salad driving down the road. We finished our lunch, threw our trash away, hit the restrooms, loaded up and hit the road again. Ryan pulled out his phone and began to text Jay, Rob, and Myles. He gave them an estimated time of arrival. I asked him why he did that, and he said "Well, Dad I thought the more hands that we had to unload this stuff, the faster I could hang out with them." I shook my head, my son will find a way to get out of work. We arrived at the house and true to form, there were the three boys waiting for us in the front yard. I backed in, raised the garage door, and pushed the button for the back door to open. I got out, and Myles grabbed me, hugged me, and said "Pops, I have missed you so much." I smiled, hugged him and told him that I too had missed him. They pitched in with Ryan directing them as to where the stuff went. I headed to the laundry room with the dirty clothes and started a load of our colored clothes. I then checked the refrigerator to see how things had held up and also to see what I needed for the week. The boys finished unloading the Yukon, and Ryan asked permission to go to Rob's house. I told him that he needed to be back at the house by 5:30. I told him that I was going to run a few errands, so if he needed me he needed to have his cell phone. He grabbed it, and was out the door in seconds. I walked through the house, adjusted the thermostats, checked on the location of the stuff that they had unloaded, unpacked my luggage, hung my shirts, placed my other clothes in the dresser, then I grabbed me some paper and made me a quick shopping list. I finished and then I headed out of the house, got in the Yukon, closed the garage door and headed to the grocery store. I got out and walked into the grocery store. As I was shopping, I ran into several of my fellow teacher, we chatted about how much we hated giving up the summer, and returning to work. I heard about a couple of teachers who had decided to quit because of all of the changes that they felt that they could not live with anymore. I understood that feeling, but I was far from being able to walk away without another job in my hand. I finished my shopping and returned to the house. I stored the stuff that I had bought, pulled out a bowl and put some ice cream in it. I then settled on the sofa in the family room. No talking, no questions, no demands on my time, and I started thinking that I really could really get used to it, or so I thought. Around 5:15, the boys arrived and then the house took on a life of its own. The TV was on, the refrigerator was raided, the ice cream was found, dishes were pulled out, and now they were in the sink awaiting someone to put them in the dishwasher. Around 5:30, I directed Ryan to shower and put on clean clothes. He grumbled, but he did it. The other boys waited for him and they spent the time bringing me up to date on what had happened in the neighborhood while we were away. Ryan reappeared, and we were on our way next door for dinner. We entered their house and went on through to the covered back porch. Justin was grilling ribs and chicken. He greeted me with a firm handshake, and told me to grab a beer. I did, and sat down in one of the porch rockers near him. He made some minor movements of the meats on the grill, and then he sat down. His wife came out, and sat down too. The three of us just sat there and talked. Justin said "Doug, I do not know how you do it. I had Jay and Shane here for six days, and I thought I was going to go crazy. They got along, but it was constantly some type of action, going here, going there, eating, TV on, wii pulled out, Rob and Myles here, and those boys can eat. I am so glad that you are home." His wife laughed and said "Doug, we knew that they spent a lot of time with you, but all of the boys and I am including Shane in that group were miserable without you and Ryan." Justin got up and checked the meats again. He told his wife that he thought that everything was ready, so she got up and started bringing the other foods to the outside table. Justin called the boys out to eat, and we all gathered around the table and started putting the food on our plates. I was making progress with mine when all of a sudden somebody grabbed me between my legs. I almost threw my plate, but I held onto it in spite of the surprise. I turned around and it was Shane. He had this grin on his face, and he said at a whispered level "Pops, I have missed you and that perky ass of yours." I looked around the room and the only person looking our way was Jay. He had that grin plastered on his face. I would have to deal with him later, but for now, I finished loading my plate and found me a place at one of the tables. Shane came over and sat by me. Jay's eyes followed him, and he kept watching us from across the room throughout the meal. We all sat around and talked while eating ribs and chicken. There was a lot of good food and several interesting and tasty desserts served that evening. After everyone had finished eating, I got up and began to gather the paper plates taking them to the trash. Jay's mom began to store the few left-overs using plastic containers or using covers for some of the bowls. In about ten minutes we had the tables cleared and everyone was kicked back drinking sodas, sweet teas, or lemonades and talking about plans for the last days of summer. I sat there and began to accept that I only had two more days of freedom while the boys had nine more. I must have been in deep thought and off in my own world as Ryan jabbed me in the ribs and said "Dad, Mr. Justin just asked you what are your plans for the Labor Day Weekend?" I looked over at Justin and said "Justin, I can't get past the seven days of pre- planning that I must endure. There are so many different changes to education and most of them have taken the fun out of it, but do you have any suggestions?" Justin said "I do, but I would like to discuss them in private." All eyes were on the two of us, even Justin's wife. I looked over at Justin and said "Well let's take a walk outside and you can tell me what you are thinking." We got up and walked around the yard. Justin shared with me that he was thinking that all of us should take a trip together and that we should not announce the location until we were well on the way. I loved the idea and I asked him if he had a destination in mind. He said that he had already done some research and that reservations could easily be made. He also told me that he had checked with Rob's parents and that they were onboard, he said the only issue was that Myles' mom could not get off work that weekend so Myles might not be able to go. I looked at Justin and said "Myles will go as he is like my other son. That will not be a problem. So I say go ahead and make the reservations." Justin looked at me and said "Don't you even want to know where?" I looked at him and said "No, that way I won't do any worrying and if the boys find out about the trip, then I won't be lying if they ask me and I say I don't know." He said "I will tell you shorts, swimsuits, polos, and a pair of jeans and khakis are all you will need." I told him that sounded good to me. We walked back into the porch area and Ryan started asking me questions. I just looked at him and told him that I had to do some thinking. He wanted to know about what, and I said things. He wanted to know when he would know, and I told him when I told him. He was growing frustrated, but finally figured out that he was barking up a tree that was not going to give him any answers, so he just looked at Jay and said "Let's go watch TV." I laughed when they left. Justin looked at me and said "You really bugged him." I said "Yeah, I do that occasionally but he loves me anyway." Shane moved over by me again and said "I'm sure that you will tell me won't you Pops?" I looked Shane in the eyes and said "Shane, not even if you tried to pound it out of me." His eyes widened and he turned red. Justin said "Doug, I have got to figure out how you so effectively handle Shane. Would you like to share?" I looked over at Shane and said "Well Justin you have to know when and how to poke Shane to get his attention." Shane turned redder and I just laughed at him. I stayed with them until around nine thirty that night talking and listening to all the stuff that had happened while we were visiting my mom and dad. I finally excused myself, walked in the house, and told Ryan that I was heading home. He told me that he would be home by ten. I walked into the house, and headed to my room. I took a shower and crawled into bed. Around ten, I heard the front door open and close. I could see based on the lighting in the house that the lights were being turned off. Ryan stuck his head in my room, and let me know that he was home. I said "Good, see you in the morning." I rolled over on my stomach and was just about asleep when I felt someone crawl into bed with me. They crawled on my back and put their lips level with my right ear. Then a voice said "Oh so you think you know how to poke me huh?" It was Shane. I said "How did you get in here?" He said "I bribed Ryan." Now let's see who can poke who." Shane stood up and stripped out of his clothing. He lifted the sheet and crawled back in the bed. He grabbed my face and pulled it to his. He started kissing me on the lips, and down my neck to my nipples. He circled them with his tongue and started biting and pulling them with his teeth. My dick became rigid, and I was leaking pre-cum. I let my hands roam down his back and to his butt. I pulled him to me and forced his face back up to mine. I kissed him and let my tongue explore his mouth. He moved so that he was lying on top of me with his hard cock rubbing on top of mine. We began to move against one another ,and he began to tell me how good it felt to feel me hard and leaking pre-cum. I could feel that both of us had leaked a lot of pre-cum and things were very slick. I rolled him over and he lifted his legs over my shoulders. I leaned up and kissed him while my dick seemed to sense the location of his hole. I felt it at his opening, and I leaned into Shane. I began to enter him, and he grabbed my head and started passionately kissing me. I felt my cock slide deeper into him until my pubes were rubbing up against his ass. I began to pull out, and he began to moan. I pulled to just where my cock head was just inside him, and then I slid back in slowly. He let his hands roam down my back and began to press into my spine with his fingers. I began to slowly withdraw and enter him. He attacked my mouth and as our tongues began to duel, I speeded up my entrance into him. He began to moan, and I had to shut him up, so I started kissing him and letting my hands press into his throat and I played with his hair. He began to move against me, and I could feel his cock harden, and then he began to cum as his ass clamped around my cock. I sprayed his insides with about seven shots of cum. I lay on top of him, and I could feel his cum move into my chest hair. We lay there for a few minutes, and then I started to move off of him, but his cum had plastered my chest hair to him, and as I moved it began to pull my chest hair. I finally got up from him feeling like a few of my chest hairs were now his. He rolled over on his side and said "Well now I guess you do know how to poke me, and poke me good. I needed that Pops." I looked over at him and said "Well evidently I did too, but I was not expecting to do that tonight." He said "Well Pops you have to get it when it is offered. I am planning on getting yours one night this week." I told him that we had to be careful as I could not risk Ryan walking in on us. He said "Ryan knows you have the hots for me. I think Jay has told him." I lay there and started thinking back to some of the comments that Ryan had made while we were at mom and dad's. I knew then that I had to have a special father - son talk with him and soon. End of Chapter 10 Well I figured that Shane was going to make sure that he nailed Doug first. I did not see it going this way but I guess you never know what will happen when you have a hard dick taking control. We shall have to see how Doug addresses his relationship with Ryan. Will Ryan be accepting or will he decide to try to make a play for his dad? I cannot tell you how much your comments mean to me as you write about this story. I am amazed at how many of you continue to promote a relationship between Doug and Shane but there is a small movement that wants to see something happen between Doug and Matt. Your thoughts, desires, and concerns are respected and do have some influence, but understand that the characters have taken on a life for themselves and they pretty much have free reign.