Date: Mon, 20 Jul 2015 13:55:43 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jay Carrington <jcee1113@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chapter 26 - My Son and His Friends

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Chapter 26 - My Son and His Friends

Monday morning was here earlier than I was prepared for it to be.  Phil got
out of bed and peeled his cummy boxer briefs off and ran his hands through
his pubes which were glued down by his cum.  I chuckled, and he threw his
boxer briefs at me.  I caught them and sniffed them.  He said "You are a
pervert, you know?"  I said "Only where you are concerned."

He continued to the bathroom, took care of his morning rituals, and
showered.  I lay in bed dreading the day and enjoying listening to him in
the bathroom.  Soon he emerged shaved and clean.  He dressed for work and
when he finished, he came over to me and gave me a good morning kiss.  I
could sooooo get used to this, but I had to remember that this was for this
week only.

As he left the bedroom, I got out of bed, walked to the bathroom and did my
morning rituals.  I finished my shower and walked back into the bedroom.  I
stood in front of the closet and tried to choose a shirt and pair of slacks
that would make me feel good today.  I chose a navy and gray checkered
shirt, with a navy pair of slacks.  I chose my socks, t-shirt and boxer
briefs carefully.  I dressed, and then, I put my cordovan loafers on along
with its matching belt and looked at myself in the mirror.  I had to give
myself a thumbs-up.  I walked into the kitchen and there was no evidence of
Ryan.

I walked down to his bedroom and knocked on his door.  He mumbled
something, and I knew that he was not up, so I opened the door.  He was
still in bed.  I said "Ryan, it is time to get up."  He opened his eyes and
saw that I was already dressed.  I saw panic in his eyes; he jumped out of
bed naked as the day he was born.  I had to chuckle as he had morning wood,
and his pubes were really getting full and dark.  He definitely was my son.
He ran past me and slammed his bathroom door.  I heard him turn on the
shower and with that, I returned to the kitchen and made us some scrambled
eggs, grits, and toast.  I poured us each a glass of orange juice, and I
heard Ryan close his bedroom door.  In about 5 minutes he joined me in the
kitchen even though he was half dressed.  I smiled and asked "Forget to set
your alarm?"  He smiled and said "How would you know?"  I laughed and said
"You can move when you need to."  He glared at me and said "I get that from
you."  I decided to leave well-enough alone.  We finished breakfast, and
then, he finished dressing while I cleaned the kitchen.  He walked back to
his room and grabbed his books, returned to the kitchen, and asked how I
was doing.  I told him that I was getting better and that I would see him
tonight.  I reminded him that it was Meredith's week to do car pool, so he
was off to Jay's house after giving me a hug.

I walked down to my office and picked up my stuff.  I returned to the
kitchen and pulled some ground beef and ground chuck from the freezer and
placed it in the refrigerator to thaw.  I walked out to the garage, got in
the Denali, backed out, lowered the garage door, and headed to work.  I
drove into the parking lot and noticed that a number of the teachers were
standing around in the parking lot.  I got out and walked over to them.  I
asked what was going on and Millie Eubanks said "We are making sure that we
get every minute of our vacation time."  I chuckled and said "Well guys, I
am going on in and get started.  I see it as the sooner we get started the
sooner we get out."  Several asked me what I had been smoking.  I laughed
and said "Guys, I am just ready to be back and focused."

I walked on in and picked my stuff up in the office.  I walked down to my
room and unlocked the door.  I walked to my desk, turned on the computer,
and laid out my handouts for each class.  The bell sounded and the students
began to enter the classroom.  I spoke to each one as they passed me.  I
was so happy to be back with them so that I could focus on something other
than those test results.  The day was a success even though I could tell
that the majority of the students' minds were still on vacation.  At the
end of the day, I met with the department and we walked around the campus
three times.  Most everyone said that they had kept their walking up over
the holidays.  I did several days of walking, but had not done it every
day.

We finished our walk, and then, I walked to the parking lot and got into
the Denali.  I drove home and parked in the garage.  I walked into the
kitchen, pulled the meats out of the refrigerator, and placed them in the
sink so that it could finish thawing.  I then walked down to my office and
dropped off my books and papers.  I returned to the kitchen and chopped an
onion, mixed diced canned tomatoes with spices, tomato sauce, some garlic,
and a little sugar.  I chopped up the meat and began to brown it.  When it
was browned, I drained the fat off and added the onions.  I let them steam
with the meat, then I added the tomato mixture.

About that time, the boys walked in with their books and homework.  Each
one walked by and checked out what I was cooking.  I said "We are going to
have spaghetti, a salad, and some garlic bread."  I got a thumbs up from
each one.  In a few minutes, Phil walked through the door, sniffed the air,
and said "Oh that smells good."  I smiled and gave him a hug.  The boys
were in the dining room and did not see our display of affection.

He walked on into my bedroom and dropped off his stuff.  He stripped off
his work clothes and I heard him start his shower.  Soon, he joined me in
the kitchen wearing some plaid pajama pants with a solid short sleeve
t-shirt.  He walked over to me and asked what I needed him to do.  I told
him to start the salad while I tended to the garlic bread.  Phil pulled out
the salad mix, a purple onion, some grape tomatoes, a small can of black
olives, and some cheese.  He went to work and soon he had a salad that
would rival those made by Olive Garden.  He added an Italian Salad Dressing
and placed it in the refrigerator.  I had the bread buttered and sprinkled
with garlic powder in a short amount of time, then, I stirred the sauce.
Phil looked at me and said "Doug, you need to get out of your work clothes,
shower, and put on some of your lounging pants with a t-shirt."  I looked
at him, and I could see that he seemed to be relaxed, so I did as he
suggested.  I told him that while I was gone that it would be a good idea
to stir the sauce every few minutes.  I returned to the kitchen and started
a boiling pot of water for the noodles.  When the water was boiling, I
added the noodles.  I placed the bread in the oven when the noodles were
about 5 minutes away from being cooked.

Phil pulled the plates, bowls, dinnerware, and glasses from the cabinet.
He iced the glasses and poured the tea.  I pulled the salad out of the
refrigerator and placed it on the counter.  Phil took the bread out of the
oven while I drained the noodles and placed them in a large bowl.  I called
the boys and they dished some of the salad in a bowl and fixed their plates
with noodles, sauce, and bread.  We all sat down and discussed our day.
Phil enjoyed listening to the chatter.  Soon the conversation turned to
Friday night and the invited guests.

They boys wanted a movie night with popcorn, and soft drinks after having a
meal of grilled hamburgers, fries, and baked beans.  I agreed to do that
for them, but reminded them that we had to maintain some order in the
house.  They told me that they would keep things in line and that they had
planned some games with the wii.  They looked over at Phil and asked him if
he was spending the night on Friday.  He looked at me and I nodded yes.  He
said "I think I can do that, but I don't want attention called to the fact
that I am here."  Ryan said "Phil, I could care less about that kind of
stuff, your friendship with my dad makes him happy and with him happy, I am
happy."  I smiled and said "Guys, not everyone is as open to the types of
friendships we all have among ourselves.  Please respect Phil."  Jay said
"Oh Pops, we respect Phil, we just want him to tell some of his famous
ghost stories."  Phil said "Oh so, I am part of the entertainment?"

Ryan said "Yeah, did you think we wanted you for decoration?"  I could have
swatted him, but I knew he was having fun with Phil.  Soon we were finished
eating.  I sent the boys back to the dining room to finish their homework
while Phil and I cleaned up the kitchen.  Soon we were relaxing on the sofa
in the family room with the TV on in the background.  There we were
sprawled out on the sofa our heads at different ends with our feet drawn up
and touching in the middle.  We chatted about things in general and about
how we would handle Friday night.  After about an hour later, the boys
finished their homework and came to where we were.  Jay and Rob announced
that they were going home, but wanted to thank me for a delicious dinner.
I thanked them for being so mannerly.  They left, and then, Ryan and Myles
sat down in front of the sofa and joined us in talking about Friday night.
I remembered that Myles was to spend several nights with us this week as
his mom had the late shift.

After a while, I looked at them and said "Boys, it's time for showers, they
got up without arguing and headed down the hallway.  Soon we heard the
bathroom door close and the shower start.  I looked at Phil and said, "I am
ready to go to bed are you?"  He shook his head yes and got up.  He leaned
down and helped me up.  We walked into the bedroom with him going to the
bathroom while I pulled the covers back on the bed.  When he had finished
in the bathroom, I visited it.  I joined him in bed after turning out the
light.  We lay there talking and then he rolled over on his side and pulled
me close to him just like last night. I lay there and was amazed as to how
easy I relaxed into him.  Soon I felt that he had fallen asleep, so I
further relaxed and soon I was asleep.

Our activities over the next three mornings and evenings were pretty much
the same.  Get up, get dressed, eat, go to work/school, come home, cook,
eat, do homework / grade papers / work on landscaping plans, and go to bed.

On Thursday morning I was so nervous and fearful of what the day would hold
for me that I was almost sick on my stomach.  I made an effort to get up,
get dressed, and go to work.  Lucky for me, the students kept me busy, and
then, the commitment with the department occupied me for another hour.
Finally, I made it to the Denali.  I got in and decided that I needed to
call about the results.  I made the call, gave the attendant the code, and
she said "The results of the tests are negative."  "Negative" I repeated to
myself, and then, I had to remind myself that negative is what I wanted to
hear.  I breathed a large sigh of relief, cranked the Denali, and headed
home.

As I drove into the driveway, I noted that Phil was already home so I
parked and went into the house.  I saw him, and I broke out into the
biggest smile.  He knew then that I had good news.  He was as happy and
relieved, as I was at that time.  He came over to me and said "We will
celebrate tonight if you feel like it."  I said "Oh definitely, but first I
have to make a fast supper."  Phil took his evening shower and returned to
the kitchen in a pair of shorts and t-shirt.  I had started boiling a
chicken and some eggs.  He wanted to know what I needed him to do, and I
told him to make another pitcher of tea.  He did that without further
comment while I went to the bathroom, took my shower and dressed in pajama
pants and t-shirt.

I returned to the kitchen, took the chicken out of the pot, added a couple
cans of cream of chicken soup to the broth, stirred it, added some more
pepper, then I began to debone and shred the chicken.  I peeled the eggs,
chopped them up, added them and the chicken to the broth and brought it to
a boil.  I added some frozen dumplings, turned the burner down to a low and
stirred it several times.  Phil pulled the bowls out of the dishwasher
along with several large spoons.  I pulled the glasses out and iced them.

Soon, I heard the front door open and in popped Ryan and Myles.  They
walked into the kitchen and said "That smells good."  I told them to go
wash up and return quickly as we needed to eat so that we could ready the
house for Friday night.  They washed up and soon were standing at the
counter waiting for a bowl of chicken and dumplings.  We finished eating
and Phil took over kitchen clean-up while the boys and I talked about
Friday night in the family room.

I did a quick inventory of the freezer and refrigerator and decided that I
needed to go to the grocery store before coming home on Friday.  Ryan and
Myles began to review possible movies for Friday night and laid out some
wii games as well.  I asked them if the new guys were bringing their own
sleeping bags, and they answered "Yes."  I said "I am going to let you guys
arrange the family room to your needs tomorrow night.  Just be careful and
no rough-housing."

By this time it was around eight o'clock so they decided that they needed
to go study for their Spanish test in their bedroom.  Phil said "Since they
are in their room studying, what do you say to us going to your bedroom?"
I looked at him and said "I am ready."

We walked into the bedroom and took care of going to the bathroom then, we
approached the bed.  I walked up to Phil and put my arms around him and
kissed him.  I let my hands roam through his hair, down his back and to his
ass.  He was not still during this time as he began to hug me tightly and
let his hands roam up my back and down to my ass.  I stepped back from him,
lifted his shirt up and pulled it off him.  I raised his right arm and
began to lick his pit then; I raised his left arm and gave it the same
attention.  He grabbed me and threw me on the bed and tugged my shirt off
over my head.  He began to attack my nipples by tonguing around them and by
nipping and pulling them with his teeth.  He let his hand roam up my sides
through my pits and all the way to my hands which he had splayed out on the
bed.  He was flat on top of me and I could feel his hard-on as I am sure he
could feel mine.  He leaned in and began to kiss me deeply with a lot of
tongue and some hunching. I could feel my cock leaking and I knew that
tonight I would get some sexual relief.

Eventually, I rolled him off of me, and I was on top of him.  I raised up,
grabbed his shorts and boxer briefs together, and tugged them down his
legs.  He now lay there naked and hard in front of me.  I got up on all
fours and began to explore his body with my mouth and tongue.  I licked my
way down to his belly button.  I gave it a tender bathing and then, I let
my tongue flick the end of his dripping cock.  His pre-cum was so sweet
that I could no longer just flick it, I had to have the source of that
sweetness in my mouth.  I engulfed his cock and slid all the way down on it
to his pubes.  Regardless of the time of day, or whether he has had a
shower or not, Phil has a unique and manly smell around him.  That smell
excites me, and I crave him.  I began to earnestly suck his cock while
fondling his nice juicy balls.  He spread his legs and I found my way to
his taint.  I applied some pressure there while humming on his cock.  At
that time, he lifted me off of him and rolled me so that he again was now
on top.

He said "These pajama pants have to go," and they did.  I lay there naked,
hard, and leaking.  He reached down and began to spread my pre-cum around
the head of my cock which was so sensitive.  I grabbed his head and pulled
him back up so that I could kiss that wonderful mouth of his.  As I did
that, I raised my legs so that they were around his waist.  He knew what I
wanted so he reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the bottle of lube.
He sat back up and dropped a few drops on my taint and began to massage it
down to my hole.  He entered me with his fingers and soon had me relaxed.
He straightened back up, added a few drops to his cock, and then, leaned
back over me.  I raised my legs again allowing him to locate my hole with
his cock.

He made contact and slowly slipped in.  This was the most wonderful feeling
that I had experienced in weeks.  Phil was balls deep in me and then, he
began to slide out and in.  He varied his thrusts with some gentle and some
brutally rough.  My cock was still hard and leaking.  My balls were drawn
up and Phil sometimes pinched them between his abs and my body, but it was
not a time to complain.  Phil made our coupling last as he stopped
thrusting three times before he came to give me additional sexual
enjoyment.  Finally, I could tell that he was ready as he speeded up and
really thrust deeply in me.  I felt his cock swell, and then, he stopped
dead still, filling me with his juice.  He then thrust in a few more times
before laying down on top of me.  I relaxed my legs and let them lay across
his backside.

He lay there for a while, and then, he moved off of me, but not before
letting me know that we were both coated in my cum.  I do not remember
cumming, but evidently he knocked a load out of me as my abs, chest and
pubes were coated.  He got up, walked to the bathroom, washed up and
brought me a damp bath cloth to clean my stomach and pubes.  I tried to
wipe myself clean, but I eventually had to get up and go wash up in the
bathroom.  I returned to bed, straightened the sheets and blanket, fluffed
my pillows, and got into bed next to Phil.  He said "Doug, that should last
you for a while, that truly was powerful for both of us."  I chuckled and
said "Let's go to sleep as we have a lot to do before we have company
tomorrow.  He rolled over on his side with his back to me; I turned out the
light and snuggled up to his backside.  Soon he had fallen asleep and I
listened to his rhythmic breathing.  I patterned my breathing to match his
and I too was soon asleep.

Friday morning was a fast paced as the four of us dodged each other,
reminded each other as to what had to be done before the guests arrived,
dressed for the day, ate breakfast, and went to work / school.  I grabbed
my 'To Do List' and placed it on the front seat.  I drove to work and
parked.  My day started off very normal with me checking in at the office
and walking down to my classroom.  The bell sounded and the school day
began.  I passed out my unit tests and began to monitor the classroom.  As
I walked the classroom, I reviewed my list of things to do for that evening
in my mind.  I could not remember the names of the four boys that would be
visiting as I had been otherwise occupied with my medical test results.
The school day ended, and I grabbed my stuff and headed to the parking lot
as the department members had agreed to skip our training session that
afternoon.

I drove to Target and the grocery store and picked up the items that were
on my list.  I got home and Phil was already parked in the garage.  I took
a couple of bags into the house and had the boys bring in the others.  Phil
came over to me and said "Doug, you are going to enjoy tonight, I have my
part under control."  I looked at him and wondered what he was talking
about, but about that time, Jay and Rob came in and were excited to tell me
about a fight that had happened in their gym class that day.  I began to
mix the hamburger meat and ground chuck together with some finely chopped
onions, divided the mixture into patties, chopped two sweet onions and a
couple of tomatoes, opened a jar of dill pickles, placed the ketchup,
mustard, and mayonnaise on the counter, and wrapped the hamburger rolls in
aluminum foil.  I then, fried some bacon and left the grease in the cast
iron skillet.  I added some dark brown sugar and barbeque sauce to the
grease.  I let that come to a boil, and then, I added some of the chopped
onions.  I cooked that for a few minutes, then I added three large cans of
pork n beans.  I let that cook for a few minutes before turning them down
to simmer.  I assigned Phil to keep the pan stirred periodically.  Under
normal circumstances, I would cook French fries in the oven, but with the
number of people attending and the issue of keeping them hot, I opted to
open several different bags of potato chips.

I placed the patties in the refrigerator until it was time to put them on
the grill.  I walked to my bedroom, showered and dressed for the evening in
a pair of jeans, a polo, and a pair of socks which mirrored Phil's outfit.
I returned to the family room and awaited the arrival of the guests while
the boys began to set up the room for a variety of games.  The doorbell
rang and Ryan answered it.  He entered the family room and introduced me
and Phil to Cameron and Noah.  Cameron had a football build and was blond
haired while Noah was shorter with a swimmer's build.  Noah had thick brown
hair.  They began to chat about some new game until the doorbell rang
again.  Ryan opened the door and welcomed Brayden (Bray) and Ashton (Ash)
to our home.  He brought them to the family room and made the
introductions.  Bray was tall for his age and he too had a swimmer's build
with black hair.  Ash was your typical fourteen year old boy with a tight
body and blond hair.

I asked everybody if they were hungry and well, if you know boys this age,
you know that the answer was definitely yes.  Phil got up and turned on the
grill while I preheated the oven and pulled out disposable plates, cups,
and cutlery.  Phil called to me from the covered porch to tell me that the
grill was ready.  I walked the patties out to him and allowed him to cook
them while, I finished up things in the kitchen.  I placed the buns in the
oven and allowed them to warm.  I opened the bags of chips, ketchup,
mustard, pickles, mayonnaise, and placed them on the counter.  Phil brought
the patties in and placed them on the counter just as I pulled the buns out
of the oven.  I placed the cast iron skillet on the counter with a large
spoon.  I called the boys to the counter and Ryan said grace.  They began
to fix their burgers and grabbed a handful of chips.  Phil filled the cups
with ice and soft drinks while I managed the items on the counter.

After the boys were served, Phil and I fixed our plates and joined them in
the family room.  Each of the boys fixed themselves a second burger along
with additional chips.  Jay said "One thing you guys need to know about
Pop's beans is that they will make you fart later tonight."  I just shook
my head as Phil lowered his head and chuckled.  Phil and I got up, and
began to clean up and store the condiments after everyone had finished
eating.  The boys grabbed the TV pillows and cushions and spread out to
watch one of the movies that Myles and Ryan had picked out.  We joined them
as the movie began with us taking our places on the opposite ends of the
sofa.

We watched two movies with a bathroom intermission between them.  At the
conclusion of the second movie, Ryan looked over at Phil and said "You are
up!"  Phil got up, lit a small candle, sat down with his back to the
fireplace, motioned to the boys to sit around him, and then, he nodded
towards Myles who got up and turned off the lights.  I took a seat on the
sofa and watched this gathering.  Phil launched into several ghost stories
with some of those that all of us heard growing up.  He ended the session
with a story that he said was real and that he had experienced first-hand,
he called this "Edwardo and the Haunted Doll".  I will try to summarize his
story, but I cannot do it justice as I cannot throw my voice and create all
the sounds that he did for the boy's benefit.  This story is about a
possessed doll.  The year was 1878 and the Oughtto family owned a
plantation outside Houma, Louisiana. One of the plantation's servant girls
offered the family's son, Edward Randolph Oughtto, a doll as a gift. The
servant girl and her family practiced voodoo and because the servant girl
and her family did not like the Oughtoo family, they placed a curse on the
doll and anyone that owned it.

After receiving the doll from the girl, Edward brought the doll into the
house.  Soon neighbors reported seeing the doll moving from window to
window when the family wasn't home. The family could hear the doll giggling
and running throughout the house at night, screaming at the top of its
lungs, and throwing dishes against the walls and floor in the kitchen.
Edward's parents would find his bedroom ransacked, and young Edward always
said that the doll did it.  Edward kept the cursed doll through the
years. In fact, he became attached to it, and spent countless hours locked
in his room talking to the doll. Years later, when he married a woman named
Bess, he still had the doll. Bess hated the doll, and in time forced Edward
to place the doll in the attic. Before long, Edward brought the doll back
down to a top floor room with a view. Neighborhood children reported seeing
the doll moving in front of the window.  Some believed that Edward himself
was insane. However, after he died, Bess left the home and rented it, but
stipulated in the rent that the doll named "Edwardo" must remain alone in
the attic. Families who leased the home reported hearing the
ghost-possessed doll running back and forth in the attic, as well as, the
sound of giggling and stuff being moved around or thrown inside the
house. When they would climb to the attic and check they would find that
the doll had changed positions.  It is said that the doll now resides in
the attic of a house somewhere in this town.

I had to smile as Phil had definitely entertained them and in all
probability scared them in his own unique way.  I got up and excused myself
to my bedroom.  Phil soon joined me, and we lay in bed talking about some
of his stories.  We could hear the boys talking and making various sounds
trying to scare us.  Soon I heard Jay say - "See I told you those beans
would talk" and there was a lot of laugher.  More comments about the beans
and more laughter.  Note to self - no more beans when Jay is here.  Soon
things calmed down in the family room and Phil and I dropped off to sleep.

I was awakened when an unfamiliar alarm started going off in my bedroom.  I
looked at the clock and it was 2:17 in the morning.  Phil rolled over,
looked at me and said "Let the fun begin!"  I had no idea as to what he was
talking about, but it seems that he had worked only half the morning and
had spent a lot of time setting up the sound system, lighting and who knows
what for a session with the boys.  He pushed an app on his cell phone and
there were some eerie sounds coming from somewhere in the house.  We heard
the boys wake up, and begin to question if the others had heard anything.
Phil continued to manipulate the sights and sounds within the house.
Confusion continued in the family room.  Phil quickly directed me to unfold
the blue tarp by the bedroom door entrance, coat it with baby oil, and
place some bean bags around the end of the tarp.  He then hit another
button and there was mass chaos in the family room.  We heard the boys come
running into my bedroom.  They hit the oiled tarp and went sliding into the
bean bags.  They scrambled up and leaped into our bed.  They told us that
this must be the house that the doll lived in as they had heard the sounds
and seen the doll itself.  In fact, the doll had swung down at them and
that is why they ran from the family room.  Phil and I laughed at the eight
of them.  Myles was not very happy, but Jay and Ryan eventually found humor
in it.  The rest of the boys were still shaking and really scared to go
back into the family room.  They did go back in there and brought their
sleeping bags into the bedroom, placed them around the room, got in them,
talked to the other boys and us before finally dropping off to sleep.  Phil
chuckled as he had really enjoyed their reaction to his set-up.  He soon
rolled over and dropped off to sleep making sure that he stayed on his side
of the bed.  I finally experienced sleep and stayed on my side of the bed.

In the morning, Phil was the first to wake up and he woke me up.  We looked
around the room and noted how the boys had arranged themselves.  Myles and
Noah were in the fartherest corner while Ryan, Rob, Cameron, and Bray were
alongside my side of the bed.  Ashton and Jay had opened the closet and
placed their bags in there.  I had to do a silent laugh as to how Jay had
handled this situation.  Phil and I got up, went down to Ryan's bathroom,
and took care of our morning needs.  We walked back into the family room
and looked at how they had wrecked it getting away from Edwardo the
Possessed Doll.

We sat down on the sofa, watched the morning news, and a couple episodes of
Bonanza.  Soon the boys began to drift out of my bedroom, sat in front of
the TV and enjoyed an old western show.  After about forty minutes, all of
the boys were accounted for, and they were still talking about Phil's ghost
stories.  They did not make any reference to being scared, but no one
offered a reason as to why they were in my bedroom.

I fixed a large breakfast for all of us.  The boys took their morning
showers and finished the day off with some games on the wii, board games,
and a Harry Potter movie.  Around three o'clock the four guest's parents
arrived to pick them up.  They all thanked us for an enjoyable Friday night
with Phil getting some high fives and indicated that they looked forward to
another overnight invite.  I had to laugh as Noah just stood there and
glared at Phil before giving him a high five.  Soon they were gone, and we
were left to straighten up the house.  As the boys worked in the family
room, I noted that there was some snickering and talking in low hushed
tones.  Knowing the boys, I knew that they were up to something, but I just
could not imagine what.  I watched them throughout the afternoon; there
were smiles, high fives, laughter, and huddles.  Around seven o'clock, I
called Dominoes for pizza delivery.  I ordered three large pizzas.  The guy
said they would be there in about forty minutes, so I pulled paper plates
and cups from the cabinet and placed them on the counter.  After a while,
the doorbell rang.  I answered it, paid and tipped the delivery guy,
brought the pizzas to the counter, and called everybody to eat.  Everyone
grabbed two pieces, filled their cups with ice and poured themselves a soft
drink.  They then moved into the family room, ate their pizza and watched a
comedy show on one of the comedy channels.  Everyone ate two more pieces
before it was time to clean up and get ready to call it a night.

I had just finished cleaning the kitchen when Myles approached me and said
that he needed me to drive him to his house so that he could get some
medicine for a sore throat.  I grabbed my keys, and he and I drove down to
his house.  He went in, got his medicine, and took what I thought was an
extraordinary long amount of time doing something else.  Finally, he
returned, got in, and we returned to the house.

While we were out of the house, the other three stripped down to their
boxer briefs, and waited until Phil had retired to the bedroom.  They then
entered, sat on the side of the bed and talked to Phil about how much fun
they had the previous night.  Phil later said that they were engaging,
laughing and cutting up.  He said that he had relaxed when all of a sudden
Rob and Ryan grabbed him and held him down while Jay pulled the sheet off
of him and stripped his boxers off of him.  Phil broke loose from the boys,
grabbed Jay and stripped him out of his boxers.  Ryan and Rob started
laughing and pointing at Jay which made him mad.  Jay and Phil joined
forces and chased Rob and Ryan out of the bedroom and into the living room.
They caught them and stripped them, then, walked them naked back to the
bedroom.

Myles and I walked back into the kitchen just in time to see all four of
them walk through the house naked.  Myles set his medicine on the counter
and ran to the bedroom and stripped to be with the guys.  They were
wrestling on the bed as I walked into the room.  I looked at Phil, he was
having a lot of fun wrestling and horsing around with the boys, and they
were giving him a rough time holding him down, tickling him, riding his
back, and grabbing for his cock and balls.  I stood there, and suddenly,
they recognized that I was there.  They sprang off the bed and attacked me.
Soon I was as naked, drug to the bed, and the fun ensued.  Ryan and Myles
took it upon themselves to control me, while Jay and Rob tried to take
control of Phil.  As I looked at Myles I noted how much his hair color had
changed over the year.  His hair was now beginning to be blacker than it
had been a year ago when it really was blond.  It had been a long time
since I had been that physical with the boys, but I just gave in and
wrestled with them.  It brought back a lot of memories of when they were
younger and how all four of them would tackle me in the family room.

Finally, they settled down and said that we were now even for scaring them
so bad last night.  Phil laughed and laughed at them which only irritated
Jay even more.  Finally, Jay said "Phil, evidently you have not learned
your lesson, you need to realize that we will deal with you again very
soon."  Phil looked over at me and said "Jay, bring it on son, bring it
on."  I thought to myself oh Phil, you do not know what you are
encouraging, but I held my thoughts to myself as I was ready for all of
them to go to their sleeping bags so I could get a good night's sleep.  Jay
stopped in the doorway, turned around and said "Phil, be careful, be very
careful."  He then left the room.  Phil and I were left sitting on the bed
naked.  I got up, straightened the sheets, covers and pillows, turned out
the lights and got in bed.  Phil wanted to talk about the weekend events so
we lay there and talked.  Soon I just nodded off.

I awoke Sunday morning with Phil backed up to me.  I enjoyed the pressure
against my back and just lay there and enjoyed the quiet time.  Eventually,
he woke up and he told me that he had truly enjoyed spending the week with
me however, he needed to go home and get some stuff done there.  I told him
that we needed to cook breakfast, and then, I could help him pull his stuff
together.  He said that it sounded like a workable plan.

We got up and began to chop green onions, bell pepper, jalapenos,
mushrooms, and spinach after we had dressed and washed our hands.  I opened
two bags of cheese, a pack of chunked ham, and took out a dozen and a half
eggs.  Phil began to butter some bread and placed it in the toaster.  I
called the boys up and sent them to wash their hands and take care of their
business.  As they did that, I started scrambling six eggs and added some
of the ingredients to each omelet.  Ryan poured everyone a glass of orange
juice.  As the omelets were cooked, I plated them, gave each one of them a
slice of toast, handed them to each of the boys, then Phil and I got ours.
We all sat around and enjoyed a leisurely breakfast.  Phil finished and
walked back to my bedroom.  I got up, placed both our plates in the sink
and followed Phil to the bedroom.  We gathered his stuff, packed his
clothes and work plans, and took them to his truck.  He returned and said
that he was going to go for a shower.  He went into the bathroom, stripped,
shaved, and stepped into the shower.  As he was showering he was talking to
me when all of a sudden he screamed.  I went flying into the bathroom.  He
flung the shower doors open and shouted "I am gonna kill Jay."  We heard
laughing from the family room.  I handed him a towel and he dried off.  I
walked to the family room to find the guys laying around laughing and
cutting up.  Phil walked in and Jay asked "Phil, did you enjoy your
shower?"  Phil said "I was enjoying it until it turned ice cold."  The boys
really laughed and Rob said "Well, now I guess you are not as big of a man
as you were last night are you Mr. Phil?"  I had to crack a smile, but Phil
was very quiet.  He then looked at Jay and said "Jay, I am not finished
with you."  Jay said "Pops, you need to bring out the hair dryer so that
Phil can get little Phil warm and he can be a man again."  Phil lunged at
Jay, but Jay was fast and he ran out the front door.  The rest of the guys
enjoyed the entertainment.  I looked at Ryan and told him that he better go
turn the hot water back on so that everyone could get their morning
showers.

Phil shook his head, returned to the bedroom, finished dressing and was
ready to go to his house.  I followed him to the kitchen and said "Phil
they are fun to be around, but together and under Jay's leadership they are
dangerous."  He said "Doug, I am going to take great pleasure in taking Jay
down with or without your help."  He grabbed his keys and started to the
garage.  I followed and gave him a good-bye kiss when we were alone in the
garage.  He loaded up, I opened the garage door, he backed out and then he
was gone.  I returned to the family room and looked at the guys, I told
them that I thought that was cruel, but they said it was Jay's idea.  I
returned to my bedroom and lay across the bed as I wanted to make sure that
we had hot water before I started my shower.  As I lay there, I thought
that the best way to make sure that I had hot water was to send them to
shower first.  I walked back into the family room and sent each one to
Ryan's bathroom for a shower.  When they had finished, I returned to my
bedroom, stripped, shaved, and showered.

I walked into the family room after dressing to find that Rob had gone
home, and that, Ryan and Myles were waiting for me.  They had looked at the
Sunday paper while I was showering and wanted to go shopping so, we loaded
up and went to Target.  We shopped and made some purchases then, we headed
to the mall to do some looking at possible Christmas gifts.  I drove us
home and soon it was evening.  Myles' mother called and he went home to be
with her.  Soon it was just me and Ryan.  We decided to go to Outback for a
steak.  We returned home and pulled our stuff together for school.  Around
8:30, the phone rang and I expected it to be mom, but it wasn't.  It was
Randy.  He called to ask me had I heard about Bobby Joe, and I told him
that I had.  He asked "Have you heard the latest?"  I said "Well, I heard
he was shot and might be paralyzed.  Is there something new now?"  He said
"Oh yeah, it seems that the paralysis was a temporary thing but he has gone
on a religious kick and is seeking forgiveness from a large number of
people that he has jailed or hurt."  I thought to myself that I hoped he
handled all of that privately as I could not have my name in his
confessions.  Randy and I talked a little bit about it and I brought him up
to date on the fact that I did go to the emergency room and have my health
checked out.  He said "Doug, I worried about that and I am so glad that you
did.  I never expected him to do something like that but there must be more
going on with him to have made him act that way."

I hung up the phone, and then, mom called to see how things were and to
tell me the address of our Gatlinburg cabin.  She told me that we needed to
have our gifts sent there by either FedEx or UPS.  We talked about
decorations, and she said that she was going to take a medium fiber optic
tree with us, but that she would do her traditional tree at her house as
Christmas was not Christmas without her house decorated.  I agreed, and
said, that we would be putting up a tree very soon.  We talked about a few
other things and she didn't mention Bobby Joe which I took as a good thing.
We finally finished the phone call and I found Ryan, talked to him about
the week to come, and then, we headed to bed.

End of Chapter 26 - My Son and His Friends

Well thank you for reading another chapter of my story.  I hope that you
enjoyed the ghost story setting, the late night haunted doll visit, and the
boy's antics with Phil.  When all five of them are together, it seems like
I have six boys (Phil is like two boys himself).  They do enjoy each other,
but Jay continually seeks attention whether positive or negative.  At this
point, I don't know Phil's plans for Jay, but knowing him, it will occur
when Jay least expects it even if it takes months.

It is very possible that Cameron, Noah, Ash, and Bray will do a return
visit sometime during the year as they really did enjoy that Friday night.
Everybody seems to love Phil and his kid-like imagination, actions, and
laughter.

Thanks to those who have written regarding Chapter 25.  I appreciate your
comments and encouragement.  Please feel free to contact me.  I wish you a
great week.  More still to come.

Jay