Date: Mon, 13 Nov 2017 13:39:35 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jay Carrington <jcee1113@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chapter 9 - My Sons and Their Friends

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Chapter 9 - My Sons and Their Friends - The Freshman Year

After agreeing to go with Phil to Atlanta, being that he had made
arrangements for Ryan and had packed my clothes and other needs, I got in
the truck, and he started maneuvering his way to I-75.  As he drove, he
talked about how he wanted things to work out with financing both sections
of land.  He said that he had been doing some research, and he thought that
now would be a good time to start- up.  I asked him wasn't it too far away
from the development?  He said that there was a road slightly north of the
development which connected to the highway which ran by the land.  He
further stated that it would be a less traveled and safer road to tow
machinery and carry loads of dirt and plants.  We made it to I-75, and he
drove with the flow of traffic, so we made good time.  He had booked our
room at the Westin Peachtree Plaza.  We arrived, checked in, took our bags
to our room, relaxed for about thirty minutes, then he told me that we
needed to shower and dress for dinner at a nice restaurant.  I joined him
in the shower, and he hurried me along, as he told me that we had
seven-thirty reservations.  We stepped out of the shower, dried off, used
our toiletries, opened our hanging bags, dressed and rode the elevator to
the lobby.  He requested that the truck be brought around, and it was.  We
got in, and he drove to Bones Restaurant and parked.  We walked in, and he
stated that we had reservations for two at seven-thirty under the name
Hearst.  We were confirmed and asked to follow the host to our table.  We
were seated and provided menus.

I glanced through the menu, and everything looked delicious.  He kept
pointing to the bone-in 34 oz rib-eye for 2.  I thought we might as well do
it, just to say that 'we had done it'.  He said "Look at the appetizers,
let's get one!"  We looked, but did not find anything that sounded like
what we would eat, so we settled for the Bones Salad with the house
dressing.  We ordered the rib-eye for 2 and chose four sides which we would
share.  We chose: truffle butter mashed potatoes, corn pudding, grilled
asparagus and sautéed mushrooms.  I looked over, and asked "Did you make
arrangements for us to be carried out of here, back to the hotel, and put
in our beds?"  He laughed and said "No, but I think we will have a restful
night's sleep."  I said, "I may never wake up, but it would be a great way
to go."

Our salads were brought to the table.  We began to eat and continued our
conversation about the land, and the future of the business.  We finished
our salad and had placed our bowls to the side when the rib-eye and sides
arrived.  I cut a portion of the steak for each of us and dipped a helping
of the sides on our plates.  I could not believe how tender the steak was,
and it was seasoned to perfection.

The sides were delicious and added another dimension to our meal.  Our
waiter came back several times to check on us, kept our glasses filled,
brought us a box to carry the left-over steak home (back to the hotel
refrigerator), and asked if we would like to order desserts.  We said "No
thank you.  We are pretty full right now, and we don't want to get sick."
He nodded and gave Phil the check.  Phil looked it over, pulled out a
credit card, placed it in the holder, and laid it on the table.  The waiter
returned picked it up, ran the card and brought the transaction for Phil's
signature and tip.  With business finished, I took the box of steak, and we
walked to the parking lot.  I could not believe that we had been in the
restaurant for two hours, but it was a pleasurable experience.  Phil wanted
to drive around Atlanta for a few minutes, so we did.  We returned to our
hotel and made our way to the room.  I placed the box in the in-room
refrigerator and joined Phil at the windows to watch the Atlanta traffic.
He pulled me over, kissed me and hugged me tightly.  I said "Phil, I need
for us to be together, but it can't happen with us as full as we are right
now."  He said "I know, that is why we have tomorrow."

We stood at the windows for a while longer, and then, we turned and walked
over to the bed.  He turned the TV on, but decided that there was nothing
that we wanted to watch, so he found some soothing music.  We stripped
completely and got in bed.  We moved toward each other, held hands, and
lovingly touched each other while talking about how much we loved one
another.  I could tell that Phil was about to drop off to sleep, so I
quieted down, and in a few minutes, he was out.

I awoke the next morning because someone's cock was poking me in the back
and sliming me up and down.  I turned and lay flat on the bed.  Phil said
"Doug, you better go take care of business, because in a few minutes, you
are not going to have the opportunity, or the time.  I rolled out of bed
and headed to the bathroom.  I took care of morning rituals along with a
warm refreshing shower.  I toweled off and returned to the bed.  Phil had
brought the bottle of lube and it was sitting on the nightstand on his side
of the bed.  I asked him, if he was taking a shower, and he told me that he
had already.  I looked at him and said "When?"  He said "Before you woke
up.  I have gotten used to the early hours, so I usually wake up, watch the
sun come up, shower, dress and start my day, but today, I showered and
waited for you to wake up, so that we could play."

Phil wasted no time.  He straddled my chest and leaned in such a way that
his cock was over my face.

He took his right hand and used it to guide his cock along my lips taking
his time to coat my lips with his pre-cum.  I had to use my hands to
stabilize him over my chest as every so often he would wobble and fall down
onto my chest.  The look on his face, as he was glazing my lips was
something; I don't think I will ever forget.  He was so intent and
methodical.  I could tell that he had been planning on this for some time.
After he had coated my lips to his satisfaction, he pushed his cock into my
mouth and began to slide it in and out.  He never was rough, but he did try
to get as much in there as possible.  I did feel his pubes against my nose,
and I know that I am gradually learning to take it into my throat without
gagging.  As I was sucking him, he placed his hands behind him and played
with my cock.  I too, was dripping pre-cum.  He began to slide his fist up
and down my shaft, and swirled his hand around my tip.  The feelings were
indescribable.  He seemed to tire of that position, and he fell back to the
bed and lay down on my left side.  He handed me the bottle of lube and told
me to lube my hole because he was going exploring, and he wasn't stopping
to apply any more lube.  As I was applying the lube, he began to slick his
cock up too.  He slid down on the bed and went under my left leg with his
head and shoulders.  I thought - 'What now?'  He leaned over me and moved
up toward my face.  He began to plant kisses on my face, neck, chest and
nipples.  He paid special attention to my nipples, nipping and pulling on
them with his teeth, to the point that it was a semi-painful sensation.
After doing this for a while, he pushed his head and shoulders up which
opened my crotch wider for him, but stretched me.  He worked to find the
position that he wanted, and aligned his cock with my hole.

This was not our typical mode of entry, and it was a little painful, as he
was entering at an angle, and might I say, one that I had never experienced
before.  Once he had made entry, he began to glide in and out.  He made me
pull my balls up, as they were sliding down, and almost got crushed a time
or two.  As I was holding them, I decided that I needed to tend to my cock,
so I was enjoying gliding my fist up and down the shaft.  The sensations
that Phil was creating in me by stroking my prostate, intensified the
feelings in my cock.  I looked down and the look on his face was intent,
but loving.  I tried to enjoy the moment, since he had moved to a more
acceptable angle.  As I continued to play with myself, I reached that point
where I felt my cock expand, get harder and then, I felt the cum head out.
It was a powerful burst and coated my chest and arm.  Phil had to stop his
movements, because I clamped down on him, while I was coming however, when
I was finished, he resumed and then, he started unloading inside of me.  He
slammed into me and held still.  I could feel his cum filling me up.

He relaxed in a few minutes and slipped out of me.  He moved so that his
body was over mine, chest to chest, cock to cock, and lips to lips.  He
started kissing me again and letting his hand move around my head and into
my hair.  He nibbled on my earlobe and tongued the ridges of my ear.  I
pushed my left arm down on my side of the bed with enough force that I was
able to lift up and push him over, so that I was on top.  I lay there for a
few minutes and looked into his eyes and kissed his face.  Finally, I
decided that it was time for another shower, so I got up and pulled him
with me.  We showered together, making sure that we were clean, and then,
we dressed and headed down to the restaurant for breakfast.

After we had eaten, we returned to the room, pulled the spread straight on
the bed and lay down for a while.  I spent my time resting, thinking and
planning for my time as the top.  I got up, pulled him up and we walked
over to the windows.  We looked out onto the skyline of Atlanta, and the
traffic moving swiftly along I-75.  It is just so amazing to know that man
has the ability to design a building that is 73 stories high and cars that
are able to move as quickly as they were.  While we stood at the window, I
pulled his shirt up and over his head.  I moved behind him and kissed his
neck; let my hands wander up and down his sides and around front to play
with his stomach area and nipples.  Phil is a little ticklish, so there was
a lot of movement while we were standing there.  I decided to unbutton his
jeans and helped them fall to the floor.  He was now naked, standing in the
window of the hotel 47 stories above Downtown Atlanta.  I cupped his balls
and played with his cock.  I started telling him some things that I was
thinking about doing to him, and his imagination went to work.  He began to
emit some pre-cum, and I used that to lube his cock so that I could play
with it.  I reached between his legs and played with his balls and rubbed
his taint.  He was tiring of standing, so we went to the bed.  I pushed him
onto the bed, walked to the door, put the Do Not Disturb sign on the door,
walked back to the bed, stripped and moved over him.  We began to kiss and
roll around.  I moved down, grabbed his legs, put them over my shoulders,
pushed back up and aligned my cock with his hole.  I had started to leak
some pre-cum, but not enough to help with entry, so I grabbed the bottle of
lube and drizzled some on my cock and his hole.  I began to apply a little
pressure and slowly entered him, until I bottomed out.  As I lay on top of
him, I began to move in a small circle, and let me tell you that, those
movements did some interesting things for both of us.  He became hard, and
I was responding to his moans and movements.  I began to glide in and out.
I decided that I wanted to prolong this, so I took my time and stopped when
I felt things were about to get out of hand.  He was soon begging and
negotiating for me to finish the deed.  I came inside him, but not as much
as he had come in me.  I slid out, and laid on him for a while.  He glanced
over at the clock, on the nightstand, and told me that we needed to shower,
dress for the trip home, and check-out.  After we finished our shower, I
grabbed his hand, walked back over to the windows, and looked out over
Atlanta again.  I looked over at him and said "Phil, I really do love you,
and I am so sorry for how I treated you last week.  You had every right to
compare me to my Mom.  I am trying to keep that in the back of my mind and
hope that it will never happen again."  He turned, looked me in the eye and
said "Doug, I love you as well, and your actions and words were off the
chain.  I bear some of the fault in what happened, as I should have been
more forthcoming as to what was happening, but I wanted it to be a surprise
to you, and I wanted you to be proud of me, but let me be clear, if you
decide to show that side again, I am going to grab your balls, detach them
and put them in my pocket."  He grabbed my balls, squeezed and then,
released them.  "Do I make myself clear?"  I said "Yes, sir."  We turned
away from the window, dressed, packed our stuff, took the box of steak out
of the refrigerator, and headed down to checkout.

After Phil had checked out, he asked that the truck be brought around.  As
soon as it was parked out front, we loaded our stuff and headed out of the
hotel drive.  Phil looked at his cell phone and said "We don't have to be
in a rush, so let's go to Lenox Square."  I said "Don't forget that we need
to get a small cooler and some ice for the steak.  He had me to check the
GPS, and soon we found a nearby Wal-Mart.  He dumped the bag of ice into
the cooler, and I placed the steak on top of the ice.  Phil pulled out of
the parking lot, turned, and after a while, we were pulling in and trying
to find a parking place at Lenox Square.  We finally found one, and walked
into the mall.  It was crowded, and there seemed to be a lot of noise.  We
walked around the mall area, leaned against the walls and people watched.
There were plenty to watch and much to see.  We went into a few of the
minor stores, and I really wanted to check things out in Neiman Marcus and
Bloomingdales. I found a shirt that I wanted in Neiman Marcus, but I
decided that I needed to apply the old "needed vs. wanted algorithm".  I
finally reached the decision that I did not need the shirt, so it stayed
with Neiman Marcus. We walked down the mall, and I saw a high-end jewelry
store.  I punched Phil lightly and told him that we should go in and look.
I was looking for several things and thought I might start my Christmas
shopping early.  I really wanted to do something with jewelry for both
Myles and Ryan.  I looked at several lengths and styles of gold chains.  I
told the clerk which ones I wanted, and that I wanted to do some more
looking.

I looked at several of the pendants for men, but couldn't find anything
that fit either of the boys.  I went back to the chains, and looked at
matching bracelets for each chain.  I told the clerk to add those to my
purchases.  As I was talking with the clerk, Phil called for me to come
over and look at the men's rings.  He pointed to several which looked very
stylish.  He knew that I had been wanting a man's diamond ring.  He pointed
to one that had a large stone in it.  I told him that I wouldn't feel safe
wearing something like that for fear of putting my hands in something, or
it slipping off.  He laughed and said "That would be your luck."  We asked
the clerk to pull several of the rings. so that we could look at them more
closely.  As we were looking at one, that we both liked, the clerk told us
that we had great taste and that everyone would be looking at our rings.  I
hadn't clued in to what she was saying, until she started telling us about
selling a same-sex couple their wedding rings.  I looked at Phil, and then,
back to her.  I said "We aren't looking at rings for that reason; I have
been wanting a man's solitaire diamond ring ever since I saw a guy wearing
one on a train trip several years ago."  She became very flustered and
started apologizing.  She said "I just assumed by the way you two were
talking to each other that you were more than just friends."  I said "Well,
this is Sunday, and I am treating him nice, but on the other days of the
week, I'm not so nice."  She looked over at Phil, and he nodded his head in
agreement.  She returned to sales mode, and we finalized my purchase of the
chains and bracelets.  As we left the store, my phone began to ring.  It
was Ryan, and he wanted to know when was I coming home?  I looked at Phil
and said "Ryan wants to know when are we coming home?"  Phil said "Tell
him, when we get there.  We have a weekend pass, and the weekend is not
over."  Ryan said "You don't have to tell me what he said, because I heard
him.  Soooooooooo, since you aren't here, and I have an invitation to go
with Jay to dinner, I am going to accept."  I said "Do you have money to
cover your food?"  He said "Well, not really, but I have a credit card."  I
reminded him to go easy with that card.  He hung up, and I told Phil that
he was going to dinner with Jay and family, Phil said "Well, now that we
don't have to worry about feeding Ryan, let's go to the Cheesecake
Factory."

We walked into The Cheesecake Factory and had to register, as there were a
number of people ahead of us.  We were given a pager, which we took, and
wandered around outside.  In about thirty minutes, our pager began to
vibrate, and we returned to the desk at The Cheesecake Factory.  We
identified ourselves and were led to our table by one of the hostesses.
She told us that our waiter would be Ron and gave each of us a menu.  We
began to look through it and decided that we didn't want to order
appetizers, even though there were several of our favorites listed.  We
knew from past experience that The Cheesecake Factory serves large portions
of food, and we wanted to save some tummy space for dessert.  Ron appeared
at our table and took our drink orders, returned shortly and asked about
our entrees.  We asked him about several dishes and settled on Chicken
Piccata with lemon sauce, mushrooms and capers for Phil and I ordered the
Truffle Honey Chicken with asparagus and mashed potatoes.  Ron brought us a
basket of bread and some butter and checked on us several times.  We
munched on that for a while and drank several glasses of tea.  He
reappeared, told us that our food was ready, and it would be out in a few
minutes. True to his word, Ron brought our dishes out and asked if we
needed anything else.  We looked at the food, and I told him that we might
need take-out boxes.  He said "Sure thing!" and was off and back in a few
minutes with our boxes.  We sampled each other's dishes, and they were
delicious, no surprise there.  As we ate, we talked and Phil said "I've not
heard the boys mention Halloween this year, and for the first time in my
life, I hope they don't.  I am busy with the development and the new site,
and I don't have time to decorate and set-up like I do normally, but if
they want something, I will find a way."  I said "Phil, I am not sure about
Halloween, they seem focused on other things, and there is supposed to be a
Freshman Class Halloween Party at the school.  I am going to push for them
to go there, because it will be safer and there will be plenty of
chaperones."  We had eaten as much as we wanted to eat, at that time, and I
started boxing the left-overs.  Ron reappeared and asked about dessert. I
said "We will order desserts, but we need to look at a menu.  He handed
both of us one that had the cheesecake listings."  I looked at Phil, and
said, "It was one thing to order dinner and not take some home to the boys,
but there is no way that they would forgive me if I don't bring them some
cheesecake."  Phil said "I don't blame them; I would feel the same way."  I
looked at the menu and ordered the Fresh Strawberry Cheesecake while Phil
ordered the Salted Caramel Cheesecake.  I told Ron that I wanted a slice of
Caramel Pecan Turtle Cheesecake, a slice of Adam's Peanut Butter Cup Fudge
Ripple Cheesecake and a slice of their Carrot Cake to go in separate
containers.  He left and soon returned with our cheesecakes and a bag
containing three boxes.  I told him that I wanted the bill and Phil kicked
me under the table, but I didn't let him pay.  I paid the bill, thanked Ron
for his excellence service, and we made our way back to the truck.

Phil maneuvered the truck through the Atlanta traffic until he was
southbound on I-75.  He talked some more about the new site for his
business, and I listened throwing in a question or a comment as needed.  We
had been driving for about forty minutes when traffic came to a screeching
halt.  We waited for a while and gradually the traffic began to move.  As
we made it further down the road, we saw that a large 18 wheeler had left
the roadway and was lying on its side.  Phil began to increase his speed as
we passed the wreck and soon, we were cruising along and making good time.
I said "Phil, I have to say this, and I know that we have already said some
of it, but.... I don't like how things were last week.  I was miserable,
Ryan was miserable and worst of all, I realized just how much I could sound
like my mother."  He said "Doug, I also have to confess that I was very
lonely last week, because I didn't have my partner in crime to talk to, or
back up against in bed.  One night, I tried, but you totally ignored me."
I said "I knew you were trying to do something, but I was tired and needed
sleep, but my point is this, we have to communicate with each other, we
have to have no secrets, and we have to be united."  He thought about it
for a while, and said, "I can agree with you."  I shifted in my seat and
said "So, in good faith, after we have agreed to that, I need to tell you
about one of the new teachers at school.  His name is Nicholas Lee, and is
a member of the English Department.  He is a fine specimen of a man, and I
do mean fine.  He is red headed, slim, great complexion, and just as hot as
hell."  Phil broke in with, "And little Doug started responding, and you
probably started seeping, huh?"

I said "Yes, I seriously gave some thought to allowing or making things
happen between the two of us.

I don't know his marital status, but Doug Jr. could have cared less."  Phil
laughed and said "Well, I may have to check this Nick guy out.  Nick's dick
makes Doug tick."  I punched him in the shoulder, and we continued talking,
until we were at our exit.

Phil drove into the driveway, and the house was dark.  I was beginning to
worry that Ryan was out too late, but the flood lights over at Meredith's
and Justin's came on, and Ryan walked over to us.  He walked to the truck
and started asking "What did you bring me?  I know you didn't go somewhere
and not bring me something."  I held up the bag of cheesecakes, and he read
the bag.  He started rubbing his tummy and telling me that he was hungry
now.  I looked at him and said "Tomorrow my boy, tomorrow and you will
share with your brother."  Ryan stopped his antics, and said "I may have to
rethink this brother thing.  I'm not so sure I'm gonna like this sharing
stuff."  I laughed, and Phil said "Welcome to the club, but remember I had
a brother and a sister."  We went in, and I placed the food in the
refrigerator.  I asked Ryan about his activities, since I had been gone.
He gave me a run-down of the things he had done, and the places that they
had gone.  He said "Jay got up at the restaurant tonight, did not look
around, and almost knocked a waiter down with a full tray of food.  It was
funny at first, but his Mom chewed him out, and made him apologize to the
waiter."  I glanced at my phone, held it so that Ryan could see, tapped it
and pointed to his room.  He said "I know, I know tomorrow is a school day,
so off to bed I go."  I looked at Phil and pointed to our room.  I made
sure that the house was secure and then, I joined him in the shower.  We
spent some time massaging each other's neck under semi-hot water.  We got
out, toweled off and went to bed.  I had not realized how tired I was,
until I lay down.  Phil as usual was asleep in no time flat.

Monday arrived, and it was a whirlwind of a day.  I stepped back into the
classroom and read the notes from the substitute.  Most of my plans were
followed, but she did not have strong classroom management skills, and the
students did.  I looked forward to that class.  As they walked in, I was
standing at the lectern and just looked out at them.  I didn't say a word.
The room got deathly quiet.  I stayed in that position for seven minutes as
they looked nervously around the room.  As soon as all eyes were focused on
me, I spoke.  "You have just demonstrated to me and to yourselves that you
know what is expected of you.  It took several of you longer than I had
hoped, but you finally figured it out.  Now, I want to read you something,
and I want some truthful answers."  I began to read the note from the
substitute.  The students did not believe that she would be that truthful,
but she was.  I finished reading, looked out at the class, and said "I
stand here and just shake my head.  I cannot believe that this class would
act in this manner.  You are not an elementary class, so we aren't going to
put our heads on our desks, or we aren't going to miss recess, but we are
going to do a little two page, double spaced, essay on what Mr. Brunson
expects from his students in his absence, and why. It will be due
tomorrow."  Tammy Hearndon raised her hand and said "Mr. Brunson, my mother
said that you cannot make us write stuff like that as punishment."  I
looked her dead in the eyes and said "Did you hear me say anything about
punishment?  I want to know, if you know what I expect when I am not here.
Now, do you have anything else to question me on?"  She said "No sir."  I
said "Does anybody else want to challenge this assignment?  Oh, and one
other thing, if you should decide to ignore this assignment, I will follow
up with a face to face conference with whoever is legally responsible for
you.  I will be reading these carefully and taking notes.  If I see that I
need to reteach or teach on the topic of what I should expect from you in
my absence, we will tack that onto the expectations of this course.  Again,
does anyone have anything else to say?"  It was totally quiet.

"Now, let's get on with today's lesson and show me what you should have
shown the substitute on Friday."

I finished my Monday, and we went home and did our usual routines.  I did
however call and ask to speak to a Mr. Myles Christopher Brunson.  That
call seemed to make his day, as it did mine.  He was excited to talk and
wanted to come visit for a while.  I told him to clear it with his Mom, and
he did.  He was at the front door in about five minutes.  The boys were
busy with homework, so he joined me in the kitchen.  He pulled a calendar
and circled the date of his last chemotherapy.  We talked about a lot of
things: some related to school, but mostly related to the family.  He
wanted more information on Mom and Dad.  I could tell that he really loved
Dad, but didn't know what to think or how to deal with Mom.  I had to
snicker because I was in that club most of the time.  He helped me prepare
the meal and set the plates and cutlery out.  The boys finished their
homework and after Rob and Jay left, Myles found Ryan and they were soon in
a huddle.  I wondered what they were planning, but I didn't have time to
worry about that because the phone rang.  I answered, and it was Shane.  He
was calling to see if I would skype with him and Jared on Saturday
afternoon.  I told him that I would, being that they needed help in one of
their science courses.  After talking with them, I turned my attention back
to cooking before Phil arrived.

Phil arrived on time, took his shower and joined us at the counter.  I
could see mischief in Ryan's and Myles' eyes.  I just couldn't figure out
what was about to go down, but I knew that I had to be prepared, and I
needed to warn Phil.  We finished eating, and the boys cleaned the kitchen.
Ryan reminded me about the cheesecakes in the refrigerator, so I told him
and Myles to share each one, but leave my carrot cake alone.  Phil and I
sat on the sofa, and I mumbled to him that something was up and to be
prepared.  He got that smirkie grin on his face, and I knew he was prepared
for whatever came his way.  The boys joined us in the family room, relaxed
around the room, and thanked us for bringing them the cheesecakes.  Ryan
turned and said "Dad, are we doing anything special for Halloween?"  I
looked at Phil and said "I was thinking that we wouldn't do anything here
at the house this year because we went all out last year.  Don't you think
you guys could survive with just what the school is going to do?"  Myles
said "Ryan, I think we need to talk to the others, but I am leaning in
favor of Dad's suggestion if I am cleared to go by the doctors."  Ryan
agreed, so that was the end of that subject.  Myles looked at his phone and
said "I've got to go.  Thanks for the cake, Dad." Phil looked over at me
and mouthed 'I think you misread things', I shrugged my shoulders.  Ryan
got up and headed to his bedroom.  I heard the door close, so Phil said "I
think he has the right idea.  Let's go to bed.  We walked down to our room
and Phil decided to just fall back onto the bed.  "What the he......???  He
jumped up and pulled the comforter and sheets back.  Somebody had placed a
skeleton and a witch in our bed.  I looked at Phil and said "I know those
boys, I didn't misread anything!"  Phil said "Amateurs.  They have thrown
the gauntlet down, and I will retaliate with vengeance."  He took the
skeleton and witch out of the bed and lovingly placed them in our closet.
He said "I will be a little late tomorrow night as I have to go shopping,
but come Friday night, well, they will know who the master is!"

I just shook my head and said "Phil, I foresee this escalating."  He said
"I can handle it, let them bring it on."  I lay down, pulled the sheet up
and tried to think of pleasurable moments, I needed my sleep.

Phil was restless and finally, I swatted his behind and said "Settle down
or go to the sofa."  He calmed down, and in a few minutes, it seemed as
though he had fallen asleep.

Tuesday was a normal day and true to his word, Phil was late coming home,
but I knew about it, so it did not impact my cooking.  He entered the
house, headed for his shower and returned to the kitchen.

He looked at me and grinned.  We ate and settled in the family room.  As he
and I were sitting there, he asked if I would call Colt, Justin and
Michelle and ask that they go with us for a ride tomorrow afternoon.  I
asked "Just them or include the family members?"  He said "The families, I
want some excitement."  I picked the phone up and made the calls.  I had
everyone meet at our house at four o'clock.  Meredith inquired as to what
was going on, but I told her she would have to wait until tomorrow.  Ryan
joined us in the family room and inquired if we had any excitement last
night.  Phil said "Well, truthfully, no, we had someone put some nuisance
pieces in our bed, but it didn't bother us."  Ryan looked over at me and I
said "Nothing exciting in our room."  He went back to watching TV, and Phil
sat there plotting.  I announced bedtime, and it was observed by everybody.
Phil said "You are going to enjoy what I am going to do, but it won't
happen until Friday night.  Do you think Myles will be here?"  I said
"Probably."  He said "Good!"  I finally said "Go to sleep!"

We gathered at the house on Wednesday afternoon and caravanned to the site
with Phil in the lead.

We pulled into the area by the old warehouse and the boys got out.  Jay
asked if this is where the Halloween Bash was going to be held.  Phil's
face kinda dropped, but I jumped in and said "Phil has an announcement to
make."  Phil stepped up and said "This site will become the home base for
my business and hopefully, a place for some of you to work during the
summer."  As he was talking a pick- up pulled up by Phil's truck, and the
occupants got out.  The driver was a muscular guy about five feet nine
inches, with thick brown hair, and two athletic looking boys with short
smartly styled dirty blond hair.  Phil called them over and introduced them
to us.  The driver was Troy, and he is one of Phil's foremen.  The boys are
his sons Trevor and Waylon, ages 14 and 12.  They will be living on-site as
soon as the doublewide is moved into place.  All six of the boys decided to
go exploring in the warehouse while the adults stood around and listened to
Phil talk about his plans.  Phil turned to Meredith and Christine and said
"You know during the spring when Colt and Justin get underfoot, let me
know, and I can put them to work out here."  Colt said "Don't be giving her
any crazy ideas!"  We chuckled, and Justin pointed his finger at Meredith
and told her "No!"  She said "Looks like someone has forgotten who wears
the pants at our house!"  Now that was funny, as Justin did not have a
reply.

After a tour of the warehouse and a look over the land, everybody loaded up
and we returned to our homes.  Phil ordered a pizza to be delivered shortly
after we arrived, so I didn't have to cook. As soon as we had eaten, Ryan
went to his room to study while Phil and I went to our bedroom and talked.
He was getting excited, because his plans for revenge were really brewing
in his head.  He would not tell me everything, but he told me just enough
to give me an idea on one of his ideas.  He gave me a shopping list;
compete with the item's name and the name of the store that would have it.
He emphasized that I should do this shopping alone, leave the purchases in
the vehicle until he got home Thursday afternoon.  As we lay there talking
about the land and his plans, I heard Ryan call me. I yelled for him to
join us in the bedroom.


Ryan entered telling me that the boys had decided to do only the Halloween
Party at school, because their schedules were getting tight with tests, and
a few other things.  I thanked him for that news, and we talked a little
about school.  He turned and began to talk to Phil about the warehouse and
the land.

He was very interested in knowing if the land had a creek or pond on it.
Phil told him that it had a small creek running through it, and that he had
found a small spring in one of the branches.  Ryan was puzzled by two of
those words, spring and branches.  I explained to him that the spring was a
natural flow of water coming up out of the earth and that a branch was, in
this case, a section of the land that was bushy and has a small stream
running through it.  Phil said that he had to do some paperwork to get
permission to work that area, but he was planning on building a large
banked pond and stock it with fish.  Ryan wanted to know what kind of fish,
and Phil began to name a few types.  I listened and thought, 'this is
getting bigger and bigger', but a man has to have a dream.

Ryan left, after telling Phil that he thought that Trevor and Waylon were
going to fit in just perfectly.

After he left, I asked Phil about Troy.  He said that Troy was a single dad
after his wife was killed in a car wreck about five years ago.  He told me
that Troy was a hard worker, knew his stuff, could guide his crew to do
things quickly and efficiently, and that he was trustworthy.  I said
"That's all well and good, but is there something else that you want to
confess?"  He looked at me and scrunched up his forehead, "Like?"  I said
"Troy is built and is not bad on the eyes, so is there anything there that
needs a confession?"  Phil grinned, and said "Well, to be truthful, he is
great in bed."  I looked him in the eye and said "What?"  He said "You
wanted to know; now you know, so let's go to bed."  I lay down, but I was
not happy.  I could not believe that Phil would cheat on me, but maybe
there were things that I just didn't want to see.  I lay there for a while
and worried about this, finally I drifted off.

I had a restless night and finally decided to get out of bed Thursday
morning.  Phil had once again got up and left for work, before I got out of
bed.  After completing breakfast, I herded the boys out the door, and we
went to school.  It was a fast-paced day, and soon, the boys were walking
into the classroom after the last bell had rung. I dropped them off at the
house, to study, as they had several Friday tests.  I headed out to take
care of Phil's shopping and to purchase a few things that I wanted.  I
returned to the house and took my personal purchases inside, leaving Phil's
in the Denali.  I peeled and spooned out the insides of three tomatoes,
mixed up some tuna fish salad, spooned it into the cavities of the
tomatoes, cooked two cans of baby English peas, and toasted some bread.  It
was a skimpy supper, but I figured that if they were hungry, they would
eat, if not, they could make their own supper.  Phil came home and asked if
I had taken care of things, I told him that I had.  He did his usual
shower, redressed and joined us in the kitchen.  Rob and Jay pulled their
stuff together when Phil entered and headed to their homes.  Ryan joined me
in the kitchen and helped with setting the counter and filling the glasses
with ice and tea.  We sat down at the island and began to eat.  I noticed
that Ryan kept watching the both of us, but I didn't say anything.  Phil
finished, and said that he would do clean-up, while I worked on school
stuff and Ryan took his shower.  Ryan looked at me, and said "Now?"  I said
"Is there a reason why you don't want to shower now?"  He said "Babies take
early evening showers."  Phil said "Ryan, just go shower and see what
happens when you have finished."

He got up and headed to the bathroom.  I heard the door close and the
shower begin.  Phil asked me to grab the purchases out of the car and take
them to our room.  I did, and stored them in the back of our closet.  Ryan
finished his shower and joined us in the kitchen.  Phil looked over at Ryan
and said "I think that if I was you, I would put on a pair of shorts, and a
shirt."  Ryan started to say something, but opted not to.  He returned
wearing shorts, a shirt, and a pair of Crocs.  Phil pointed him to the door
and then, he told me that they would return in about an hour.  I wondered
what was up, but decided that I wouldn't ask.  They left, and I began to
work on my school work.

Ryan and Phil returned within the hour as promised.  They did not enter the
house with anything in their hands, nor did they give any indication as to
where or what they had been doing.  Ryan went to his room and Phil
indicated that he was headed to the bedroom, but before he got too far down
the hallway, I called him back.  He walked to the doorway, looked in and
said "What?"  I said, close the door.  He stepped in the room, closed the
door and then, I told him that he needed to come home early tomorrow
(Friday) afternoon.  He was puzzled, but I said "Don't worry, it will be
fun."  He turned, opened the door, and continued his walk to the bedroom.
I finished what I was doing in about an hour and joined him.  He was
already in bed, so I slid in, backed up to him, listened to his patterned
breathing and I was soon asleep.

Friday morning found me waking up when Phil moved in the bed.  I joined him
in the shower, and then, we dressed for the day.  Phil woke Ryan up, and he
joined us in the kitchen wearing his boxers.  I looked at him and said
"Ryan, it's a good thing that all of us are guys because Ryan Jr. is trying
to escape.  He looked down and his morning wood was showing through the
opening.  He said "Dad, I see why you don't like them.  I decided to just
sleep in them, but even that causes me a problem.  I began to place
scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, grits, and jelly on the counter.  Phil left
for work while Ryan finished getting ready for school.  I cleaned the
kitchen and was ready to go when Ryan returned and the boys arrived.

We arrived at school, I parked and the boys got out.  I sent a text to
Justin and Colt telling them to be at the house at five thirty for a men's
night out with the boys.  After I had finished with the text, I did my
usual morning routines, and made my way to the classroom.  As I approached
the classroom, I met Nicholas.  He said "Doug, I believe that I can come in
behind your research assignment and give those who we both have, a grade
for their research work and grammar.  I said "Sounds good to me.  I will be
grading for content starting next Wednesday, and afterwards, I can pass
them along to you.  We need to approach Guidance and ask that they pair us
up as team teachers next year."  He said "Now, that would help both of us."
He looked at his watch, and said "I better scoot or I will be late for my
class, and that would not be a good thing."  I opened my door, the bell
rang, and the students entered.

I started class and the students participated as this unit was one that
drew and maintained their attention.  I decided midway through the lesson
to step back and allow one of the students to come forward and lead the
class.  She did a fantastic job, but as she was teaching, Mr. Richards
walked in, sat down and observed.  I stepped back as the teacher near the
end of the period and ended the class on time.  Mr. Richards walked over to
me and said "Doug, that takes guts to let a student led your class, but she
was doing a great job, and the students respected and acknowledged her as
their teacher."  I said "I didn't plan on doing that, but it just came to
me, and I decided to go with it.  I believe that I could have picked a
number of students in that class, and I would have had the same results.  I
believe that it worked, and I will do it again."  He said "You have my
backing, but don't turn everything over to the students" and laughed.  The
next class entered, and I tried it with each class.  The results were
positive, and the students seemed to gain a lot of information, as well as,
a desire to participate.

The day ended and we headed home.  As I pulled into the driveway, I told
the boys to go home and dress in jeans, socks, shirt and a light jacket.
They started asking questions, and I replied "Trust me on this one.  Rob
and Jay, your Dads are going to meet us, and we will go somewhere
together."  Now, I really had their attention, but I wouldn't answer any
more questions. I rushed Ryan into the house and told him to call Myles.
He did and soon, Myles was entering the house.  I changed into jeans,
tennis shoes, a long sleeved shirt and selected one of my light weight
jackets.  I waited patiently and eventually, Phil came home.  He showered,
dressed and joined us in the family room.  I texted Justin, who had agreed
to be the other driver, that we were ready.  My group loaded up at my
house, and we waited for them at the end of my driveway.  I backed out as
soon as Justin did, became the lead car, and we were on our way.

Myles and Ryan started trying to guess our destination, and as, we passed
several of their predictions, they marked that one off the list and tried
another one.  Finally, we were approaching the fairgrounds and the
conversation changed to which rides they wanted to ride.  We walked in as a
group, paid the admission price and were given tickets.  A man scanned our
tickets, and we entered the fairgrounds.

We looked at many of the educational and community exhibits.  We walked
past several food vendors, and of course, the boys pointed those out to us,
but we kept walking.  We entered the rides area, and bought the arm bands
which would allow for unlimited rides.  As we were standing at the kiosks
making our purchases, a group of my students walked by and yelled to me.
Several came over and talked and shared their thoughts on the rides.  The
conversations were short, and they moved along, while we began to wander
around the midway.  We decided to ride the Ferris Wheel first.  The seat
partners were: Ryan and Myles, Jay and Rob, Justin and Colt, and Phil and
me.  The ride was fun and allowed Phil and me to have some time together.
After the ride ended, we got out of the buckets and gathered, as a group,
to decide what we would do next.

After some discussion, it was decided that we would walk over to the Tilt a
Whirl.  As we approached, the boys decided that Myles and Ryan would ride
with me, and that Phil would ride with Rob and Jay while Justin and Colt
rode together.  It was a fun ride as we were continually pushed against one
another.  Myles' hand accidently went between my legs, and he profusely
apologized.  The ride ended, and we walked out together.  Again, another
group of my students yelled greetings to me, and I yelled back.  I could
tell that Phil had something to tell me, so I sent the others ahead so that
Phil and I could talk.  He said "Doug, Jay's hand made it either in my lap,
or between my legs five times, and it was not an accident."  I said "I have
figured for a long time, but was waiting to see it confirmed, but I think
Jay has a crush on you.  He doesn't let you out of his sight, and he loves
to antagonize and touch you."  He said "Well, he did more than touch
tonight."  We caught up with the group, and they had decided to ride the
Music Express.  After some discussion, it was decided that we would ride
two to a car.  I insisted that Myles ride with me and that allowed Ryan to
ride with Phil, Rob and Jay rode together and Justin and Colt rode by
themselves.  The ride started off slow with some loud music playing.  I
pulled Myles to me as the ride began to move. It began to speed up, and did
several slow ups and down, this caused many of the riders to scream.  I
looked down at him, and he had a death- grip on the safety bar.  The
operator slowed the ride down, and it came to a stop.  Myles was ready to
get off, and then, the operator began to let it move backwards.  In a few
seconds the ride was moving backwards at a fast speed, and even I, felt a
little sick to my stomach.  I pulled Myles tighter to me and finally the
ride ended.  We were let out of the cars, and carefully walked down the
stairs and gathered together watching the next group have their fun.  As we
continued to walk around looking at the rides, Colt and Justin found the
Sky Flyer.  I looked at it, and told Myles that he and I would not be
riding anything that was a loose swing up in the air.  He started to
protest, and then, he saw the ride begin with another group of people.  He
did not object to being grounded.  The others paired up, stood in line and
were buckled up for safety.  The ride began, and I could tell that Ryan was
not as confident as he had put on, in fact, nobody was looking that
thrilled.  The ride ended, and Ryan made his way to me.  He said "Dad, I
thought I was going to puke, but I didn't want to splatter anyone on the
ground."  I said "Well, maybe you need to take it easy for a while."  We
came upon several simple rides or walk through haunted houses or similar
attractions.  After doing them, the boys deemed them 'sissy rides.'  We
continued wandering through the ride section, and opted to ride things like
the Enterprise, the Music Express, the Tango, and the Tornado.  Many of
these rides operated by going around and around and then, in some cases
lifting and spinning.  I swore that when one ride ended, that I would never
ever ride it again.  I looked over at Colt, and I swear that he made
himself the same promise.

We ended our walk through the ride area by riding Pharaoh's Fury, which was
a large single boat-like ride that would swing back and forth and achieve
about 180 degrees.  After that ride finished, I looked over at Colt and
Justin and asked them what were they thinking?  Colt said without
hesitation, "I am finished riding, and I want to walk around on solid
ground for a while, then, I want to go eat because these food smells are
getting to me.

The air was crisp, and the mouth-watering smells were floating around us,
but before we went for food, we walked through the livestock pavilions and
looked at the cows, hogs, sheep, turkeys, ducks, chickens, and goats that
were one display.  We were able to watch the last fifteen minutes of the
junior horsemen demonstration.  Hamburgers, Polish Sausage, hot dogs, chili
dogs, corn dogs, elephant ears, roasted ears of corn, and fries were
definitely being cooked and sold.  We made our choices, stood in long
lines, purchased our food and drinks.  Colt found several tables under one
of the tents, and we sat as a group to eat our food.  The food was
delicious, and to me, there is nothing better than a hot dog at the fair
with mustard, ketchup, onions, and pickle relish.  I bought an elephant
ear, which is deep fried dough sprinkled with powdered sugar.  Ryan, Myles,
Phil and I ate ours while the others did the same thing.  As we were
eating, we noticed that it was getting cooler, and the boys thanked me for
insisting that they bring a light jacket.  We finished eating and decided
to walk around and look at the arts and crafts, photography, and
horticulture exhibits.  Phil was really intrigued with some of the plants
on display and decided that he would work with the boys so that they could
enter some plants and vegetables next year.  We walked out of the fair at
nine fifty.  As we were walking to the cars, the boys decided that they
wanted to spend the night at the house.  Rob and Jay rode back with Justin
and Colt, but joined us, as we parked in the driveway.  Phil and I headed
to our bedroom while the boys set up their mattresses and blankets in the
family room.

As we entered the bedroom, Phil began to grumble, because he had to delay
his retaliation for one more night.  I laughed at him, and he told me that
I didn't have a fun-loving bone in my body.  I said "Maybe, Maybe Not, but
I have a boner that you seem to enjoy!"  We quickly undressed, got in bed,
and were soon in a 69.  We both responded to the ministrations of the
other, and soon, we were both cumming.  After we reached our climax, I got
up, went to the bathroom, wet a bath cloth, returned, cleaned Phil, and
then, he cleaned me.  We lay there in the dark talking about the night and
possible plans for Saturday and before long we slowly drifted to sleep.

I was awakened by a ringing phone Saturday morning.  I finally figured out
that it must be one of the boy's.  I laid there for a while and it started
ringing again, but no one answered it.  I got out of bed and walked to the
family room.  The boys were still on their mattresses and seemed to be
asleep.  The phone began to ring again.  I found it, and answered.  It was
Christina, and she was hysterical.  She wanted to know if Rob was okay.  I
told her that he was still asleep and had not reacted to the phone ringing.
She said "That's good to hear.  I have to take Colt to the Emergency Room.
He has been throwing up and cannot seem to get it under control."  I told
her that I would keep Rob at the house and asked that she keep me informed
as to how Colt was doing.  I asked if she had checked on Justin, and she
said that she had one baby on her hands and didn't need a second one.  I
chuckled, and she admonished me, stating "You just really don't see how
those two men turn into helpless creatures when they get sick.  It is
totally disgusting.  I could be dying, and I get no sympathy.  They get a
cough, and the whole world has to stop and take care of them."  We hung up,
and I returned to the bedroom.

As I was easing into the bed, Phil woke up and wanted to know why I had
been up.  I explained about Colt and then, we tried to figure out what he
might have eaten that had caused him to throw up.  Phil got up, went to the
bathroom, shaved and showered. As he came back into the bedroom, he said
"Doug, I was thinking that Colt was the only one that bought a hamburger
last night and remember he said something about it being raw and cold in
the center."  I remembered that, and said "I do, and I wondered then why he
didn't throw it away.  I hope that it is a simple case of food poisoning
and nothing more."  I shaved, showered and dressed for the day.  I walked
to the kitchen and began to prepare a big breakfast because it had been a
while since I had all of them with me, and I had truly missed cooking for
them.  I started cooking, and they began to wake up.  Phil was with me in
the kitchen, and he enjoyed watching them wake up.  He provided
embarrassing commentary on their morning wood as they headed to the
bathroom.  Rob and Myles did not think it was funny.  Ryan was used to it,
and didn't let it bother him too much, but Jay; he pulled his boxer briefs
down and modeled his morning wood.  He jumped up and down and had it
bouncing up and down, and from side to side.

Phil said "Jay, get to the bathroom before that thing starts peeing."  Jay
said "Don't you want to come watch?"  Phil said "No, once you seen one
person pee, it pretty much is a boring show."  Jay walked to the bathroom,
peed, and returned to the family room.  He, like the others, went back to
their mattresses and waited for me to finish breakfast.  I called them to
the counter, and we sat down.  Jay had to sit by Phil.  Phil rolled his
eyes, and I gave a little chuckle.  It was funny to sit on the other side
and watch Jay move closer and closer to Phil.  Finally, Phil said "Jay,
would you like to sit in my lap?"

Phil was not prepared for Jay's next move.  He stood up, raised Phil arm,
moved between Phil's legs and sat down.  Phil was mortified.  I just shook
my head, and then, Phil moved him back to his bar stool.

They boys straightened up the family room and stored their sleeping things.
Jay headed home and Rob was ready to go, but I stopped him.  I told him
that his Mom had called, and said, that she had to take his Dad to the
Emergency Room.  His eyes got big, but I told him that it sounded like food
poisoning and that was an easy thing to diagnose.  He settled down with
Ryan and Myles and watched a movie.  Phil walked around the counter and
helped me clean-up.  He said "Doug, I don't know what I am going to do with
Jay; he really has this thing about grabbing my cock.  I was prepared for
him to do something when he moved over to me awhile ago, and that is the
only reason that I didn't flinch or say something.  I said "Phil, you are
going to have to deal with Jay on your own, or he will not respect you.
You have to get his attention and hold him accountable."

My phone rang and it was Christine.  They were on their way home and Colt
had been diagnosed as having food poisoning.  She asked if I would send Rob
home, and I told her that I would.  Rob turned and when I finished, he
asked if he was to go home?  I said "Yes."  He got his stuff and walked
home.

The rest of us relaxed around the family room.  Phil excused himself to go
visit a few nurseries, and I opted to stay home with Ryan and Myles.  After
the movie ended, I said "Boys, I think that both of you think that I have
forgotten to have our little talk about what happened during the Nude Dude
Weekend, but I haven't."  Ryan tried to make out like he didn't know what I
was talking about, but Myles knew.  He made a hand gesture to Ryan, and
Ryan turned red.  I said "I have a simple question, why are you two so
intent on making me cum?"  Ryan looked at Myles and said "Dad, you seem to
enjoy it, and you spray a lot all over your chest, and I like to see your
balls move."  I looked over at Myles and he said "Well, it's kinda stupid,
but since I wasn't born the normal way, it is nice to see how I was
started."  I felt so stupid and embarrassed.  I had not given Myles'
feelings much thought since I found out he was my son.  I now knew that he
was curious and quite possibly embarrassed about what I had done.  As that
thought flowed through my head, I also conjured up a question that would
require a solid answer when people asked how he was my son.  I started
feeling embarrassed for me and for Myles, but thought that I would deal
with it in the future and not now.  Myles said "Dad, I really don't care
how I got started, I am just glad to have you as my Dad, and well, it is
good to see what my cock will probably be like in the next few years."
Ryan said "In your dreams, I am more like Dad than you."  This started a
little argument and I thought that we were going to have to have a 'prove
me' contest, but Phil returned and they focused their attention on him.  We
sat in the family room and Phil asked the boys if they wanted to ride with
him to the new site.  They did and they were soon out of the house.  I
finished a few household jobs, sat down and waited for the phone call and
Skype session with Shane and Jared.

End of Chapter 9 - My Sons and Their Friends: The Freshman Year

Well, I decided to not leave you with a cliff hanger this time, but no
promises for the future.  Things seem to be settling with Doug and Phil.
Colt and Justin seem to be relating to each other better and only the
future knows how that will go.

Myles will soon be up for his next chemotherapy and possible overnight
hospital stay.  Will there be interesting events during that stay?

How will the school's Halloween bash go?  Will anything interesting happen?

Will Nick be happy just being a possible team teacher with Doug, or will he
try to initiate something else?

These are some interesting questions and the answers will be revealed in
the near future.

Thanks for reading and in case, Chapter 10 doesn't happen before
Thanksgiving, let me wish you a Happy and Safe Thanksgiving!

Jay