Date: Wed, 7 Nov 2012 20:14:49 -0000
From: David Spowart <davidspowart3@hotmail.com>
Subject: Well that was unexpected chapter 37

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Well That Was Unexpected

Chapter 37

The trip back home was uneventful. We stopped a couple of times to feed the
bottomless pit that is Todd. How that boy does not weigh 250 pounds I will
never know. Just after six we were coming around by the grocery store,
driving up towards our homes. Dale tailed off first, pulling into his
drive. Todd walked to his home across the street from Dale's, and Cal
pulled into my driveway. The lights were already on, and Mom was standing
on the porch. I got out of the truck and grabbed Mom into a hug. "Hi, Mom,
missed you," I said. "I missed you, sweetheart. More than I could possibly
say," she replied, kissing my cheek. "Hi, Mom," Cal said, also giving her a
small hug."

"JOSH!!!" yelled Lucas, bounding down the stairs, grabbing me in a
bear-type hug. "Hey, bro," I replied in kind. "Jeez, Luc, it's only been a
few weeks," I said, as his grip loosened. "It's just good to see you
without the drama," he replied. I had not informed my family yet of our
recent drama involving one of my attacker's cohorts. "Yeah, it's great to
see you too, bro," as I hugged him back. I had missed the little shit as
much as he had missed me. "Hey, Cal," Lucas said, hugging my
intended. "Hey, bro. You dating yet?" Cal asked, and the certain shade of
red on my brother's face confirmed to me that his answer would be a
yes. "Erm, well," was all he could get out, and I let him off the
hook. "Good for you, dude," and he wrapped his arm around my waist. "Dinner
won't be long boys," Mom yelled from the kitchen, her domain to which she
had returned.

During dinner we decided to impart some information to my family regarding
the events of the past few weeks. "Mom, I don't want you to worry, but
someone tried to hurt me and Cal last night, and if it wasn't for Todd and
Dale...well...we wouldn't be having this conversation," I started. "One of
the people who was responsible for Connor dying wasn't caught, and he came
after us so I wouldn't testify," I went on. "Fuck!!" Lucas said out
loud. "Sorry Mom, Dad," he said, staring at me. "And this person now?"
asked Dad. "He's in custody. Todd and Dale came back to the dorm late, and
Cal's door was open, and they stopped him. He had a key, Dad. He had a
key!" I repeated. "Security on that campus is a joke, son," Dad reiterated,
and I couldn't disagree with that statement. A tear was in my Mom's
eye. "Mom, don't cry, please. I am fine and so is Cal, and next year we
won't be living there, anyway." I said, and a question appeared in my
family's eyes. "You moving off campus?" asked Luc, and I looked over at
Cal, still filling his face with Mom's fish pie. "Well, something like
that," I replied. "Dad, Mom, we have set a date for our wedding," I said,
looking at my parents, and Cal suddenly stopped eating. "Mom, it will be
the weekend of your birthday, in April," I said, and a smile appeared on
her face. "Good. That's a good weekend," she said. "Mom, it will be at the
courthouse, and when we graduate, we will seek a blessing at the Episcopal
Church. But being married is all we want for now," I replied.

"So. Moving off campus," Luc returned to the subject. "Are you asking so
you can visit, by any chance?" I asked, looking at Luc. "Maybe," was his
only reply. "Okay Mom, Dad, do you recall what I told you about how Cal's
parents reacted to him, when he came out?" I said, looking at my parents,
then at Cal, now holding my knee. "Yeah, it's so sad," my Mom said, looking
over at Cal. "Well, it turns out his dad had a change of heart," I
started. "What do you mean? I thought Cal, your dad passed away?" My dad
asked, and Cal answered, "Yes sir, sorry, `Dad,' he did." I continued, "He
changed his will," and Cal reached into his messenger bag and retrieved the
letter his dad had written him, and handed it to my dad. "So sad, such a
waste, he could have said these things," my dad said. Cal had tears in his
eyes, as I replied, "Well, Dad, it seems that Cal has inherited the family
company and some property," I informed them, "And that brings us back to
living off campus, bro," I said, looking at Lucas.

"Mom, Dad, when we return to college sophomore year we will be living...in
The Hamptons!" I said, looking at them with jaws dropped. "The Hamptons?
`THE HAMPTONS'???" yelled Lucas. "Yeah, bro, `The Hamptons,' and Todd and
Dale, along with Aaron and Kyle, will be living with us," Cal said, with me
squeezing his leg. "Don't worry little bro, there is plenty of room for
visits," I informed him, and you could have powered the lights outside with
the smile radiating from him.

"The company?" my Mom brought us back to the conversation at hand. "Yeah,
Kenner Engineering, it was his Great Grandfather's, and his Gramps and his
Dad's and now his..." Cal cut me off. "Ours, love," he corrected. "Mom,
Dad," Cal started, "I will change the name of the company when I graduate
and take over. It will be known from then as Kenner-Miller Engineering," he
said, smiling at me. "Wow," was all my dad could get out. "I love him," Cal
said, kissing my cheek, and yep, that shade of red returned—damn
him—and I boned up as well. "Love you too, babe," I returned the kiss,
hoping it induced the same response. And from what I have learned from my
lover's body language, the answer was a resounding `yes.'

"Okay, Joshua, stop teasing," Dad berated. And I stopped, not meaning to
embarrass him, as he fully intended to do it to me. We talked for a few
hours and discussed the upcoming Thanksgiving feast that was still three
days away, but operation Mom was already in full swing. No mistakes were
expected, and with Mom, not tolerated either. We would start tomorrow with
the shopping, well part of it at least. There were usually between eight
and ten eating on the day, but Mom cooked in case the U.S. Marines were
coming, or Todd, whichever gets there first. I know who my money is on.

"Ok Dad, Mom, we are heading up. I need a shower, and (snifffff), yeah, he
does as well." I laughed and he lightly punched my shoulder. "Okay boys,
sleep well," my dad sniggered out. "Ahh the love of youth, eh sweetie?" My
Mom said as we climbed the stairs. "Babe, I want, no I need you in me,"
whispered Cal, and I leaned into him, pressing our very evident hard-ons
together. "You owe me," he added, and I kissed his neck, opening my bedroom
door, pushing him inside. I started to remove his clothing, and then
mine. I reached my hand out and grabbed his hand, and pulled him into the
bathroom. "This is the back of the house. It's over the garage, and the
bedroom is between us and the passage, so I am going to fuck you hard in
here, and you can enjoy it without holding anything back, babe," I said
nibbling his neck.

I stepped into the shower and adjusted the flow of water and the
temperature. I then returned to attend to my lover. I dropped to my knees
and swallowed his cock, working it until I had taken him all. "Ohh,
fuckkkk," he whispered out, "Don't hold back, babe," I told him, sucking
him in deep. I loved the taste of his pre-cum. "Mmmm, babe," I moaned out
from around his cock, and the vibrations that caused drove him wild.

"Fuck yeah, love, keep that up," he begged. I hummed as I worked his cock
in and out of my throat. I soon pulled off him, and got him into the
shower, pressed him against the cold tiles, and spread his ass so I could
work my magic. I licked at his pucker, teasing it open. "Oh, love,
yeah. Eat my ass," he shouted out. Yes, Cal was letting everything go. "Oh
yeah, that's it," he added, and that brought a smile to my face, and I went
back to work. "Ohh love, ohhhhhhhhhhh, yehhhhh," he continued to enjoy the
attention I was lavishing on his body. I could feel him shaking, but like
myself I knew when he was ready for me to take over and that moment had not
arrived just yet. I pressed in three fingers and twisted and pressed
forward, adding more speed, more pressure. "Ohhhh, Josh, please, now. I
need you, NOW!!!" he instructed, nay demanded me to make him cum, and he
knew which way he wanted that to happen.

"JOSH, FUCKING NOW!!!" Yep, he was ready, and how.

"Okay, babe, all you had to be was patient," I said with a leer and a
teasing tone. I stood, spread his legs apart, and rubbed my cock up and
down his crack. I pressed my nose into the nape of his neck and licked up
to his ear, "I love you," I said to him as I pressed my cock into
him. "Mmmmm," he moaned out as I hit bottom. I moved in and out, shallow
strokes, and varied the speed and the depth. "Ohhh. Yehhhh. Babe. Ohhhhh
that's it. Ohhhhhhhhhh Fuckkkkkkkk," he moaned out as I picked up the power
and the pace. I knew he wouldn't last much longer as I rammed my cock hard
and deep into him. His soul was mine. His very being was mine; he was a
quivering mess in front of me. He could do this to me at will, but I knew I
could also turn my lover to jelly. He struggled to get any coherent words
out—just animalistic grunts. "Ahhhhhohhhhh," was the closest he managed
to get a word out. I pressed him hard against the tiled wall, the water
cascading down both of our bodies. I was rutting like an animal. My lover
was getting everything I had.

"Ohhhhhhh, Fuckkkkkkkk!!!!!" he screamed as he shot rope after rope against
the solid white tile. I shot almost as he squeezed tight on his ass, as his
orgasmic body quake struck him, I shot copious amounts of my seed deep
within my lover, so hard and with such power. It had to hurt him as I
came. We both now struggled for breath. He turned and faced me and I looked
into his deep blue eyes. He looked extremely satisfied. "That was fucking
awesome," he said and kissed me deep. We washed each other's bodies with
such tender loving care. He had me boned up just washing my back, but did
not have the energy to use said boner.

We removed ourselves from the bathroom and dried each other off. We then
climbed into bed, and facing each other we drifted off to a sated,
contented sleep.

The following morning we ate breakfast with Mom and Dad; Lucas had already
left for school. Mom handed us the first shopping list, but we knew it
would not be the last. We rang Todd, but Mark answered, and we agreed to
meet at Jitneys for a quick coffee before we all hit the stores, as, like
our mother, Todd and Mark's was just as insane when it came to
Thanksgiving. "How many has she invited this year?" I asked. "We don't
know, and to be honest, I don't think she even knows," Mark
replied. "Where's Dale?" I asked. "Helping Mom," Mark replied. "I, like you
and Todd, fell for the shopping." "Why's Mary cooking? You are coming to
ours, aren't you?" I asked, and he nodded. "But Mom won't come empty
handed; you know that," Todd replied.

We sat in Jitneys and someone who I had not seen since last summer came
in. He had new information regarding me, as I had discovered about him
also. "Hey, guys," said Jack Layton. "Hey Cuz," and Todd rose up to give
his cousin a hug. "Hi, Josh. I heard about your attack, man," he said,
sitting across from me. "It shocked the shit out of me when Todd rang home
to tell Aunt Mary," he added. "Dude, I didn't even know you were gay," he
went on. And I replied, "Jack, I could very well say the same," and he gave
a small smile. "Yeah, I know. Small town...you know." And I nodded. "Oh,
you haven't heard the latest, have you?" Jack said, looking all
excited. "Peter has moved to Frisco, to be with some guy he met online," he
informed us. "Since when?" asked Todd. "Oh, about ten days ago," he
replied. "Does Dale know?" I asked Mark, and he just shrugged. "First I am
hearing about it, so no doubt it will be news to him as well," Mark
finished.

"Okay, guys, we need to hit the stores or our mom's will be serving us for
Thanksgiving," I said. Cal, Todd, Mark and I all stood up and headed out as
Simon walked in with Brian and Lacy. "Hey, guys, catch up with you later,
okay?" I said to Lacy while heading out, and she smiled and slightly bowed
her head, and Brian gave me the `hey how are you' nod, and we left.

"What size turkey did she ask for?" Cal asked, looking at the birds hanging
in the market. "18 to 20 pound she's got written down." So we asked the
butcher for the one near the back that looked just about big enough, and he
weighed it at just over 21 lbs., so we bought that one. We got most of the
other stuff on the list, but would have to find a Target or Costco to get
the rest. We took the purchases back home and had lunch with Mom, and then
headed back out to get the rest of today's shopping. "Get some fresh bread
from the baker, sweetie," she shouted as we got back into Cal's
truck. "Better get some milk and eggs as well; she will only send us back
out for them," I smirked out.

We were gone for about an hour, and when we got back an ambulance was
outside our home. "Fuck, what's happened?!" I yelled as I ran out of the
truck. "Mom, Dad, Luc!" I yelled out. "Out here, Joshua!" and I ran to the
backyard and saw the paramedic talking to Dad, who was sitting down, with
the guy asking him questions. "Mom, what's happened?" I asked. "He had a
dizzy spell, sweetie," and I looked at my dad. He looked pale and
tired. "We are taking him to Boston General, Mrs Miller, just as a
precaution, okay?" the paramedic informed my mom. "Is he okay?" I
asked. "Yes, he seems to be. But it's better to be safe than sorry," he
added. "Mom, have you told Lucas?" and she shook her head. "Okay, Mom you
go with Dad, and I will go and get him from school, okay?" I said, holding
her tight to my body. She never looked small to me, but she did
then. "Okay, Joshua, thank you," she replied, and she went with them and I
went to find Lucas. "Try his cell," said Cal. "Good idea, babe," I
replied. The call went straight to voicemail. "He must be in class," I said
to Cal, as we pulled outside my old high school. "He should be out soon," I
said, looking at Cal.

"There he is," Cal pointed over towards a group of students walking towards
the parking lot.

"LUC!!!" I yelled, "LUC!!!" I yelled again, but he was not hearing
me. "LUCAS MILLER, GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!!!" I yelled at the top of my
voice. Luc turned and spotted me, and walked rather quickly. "Fuck,
bro. Embarrass much," he replied. "Dad's in the hospital. Get in," I
responded, and the smirk on Luc's face vanished. "Fuck, what's wrong, Josh?
What happened?" he asked with great concern. "We don't know, bro. He had a
dizzy turn, that's all we know," I replied. "Again!!" Luc replied, and I
looked like the proverbial deer in headlights.

"What the fuck do you mean, Again?" I demanded, and looked at Luc for a
response as we drove towards Boston General. "He had a dizzy spell a few
weeks back," he replied. "When?" I asked, and Luc looked a bit
scared. "Luc, tell me please," I asked in a softer tone. "When you came
back after being hurt, Dad and I and the Layton's went fishing and he had
one then. But he just said he was tired, and...well...I thought that's all
it was," he answered. "Luc, we don't know anything yet, okay, but he's in
the right place to find out," I replied, trying my best to reassure him.

We pulled into the parking lot of Boston General, and then headed to the
information desk. We waited our turn at the information desk, and then
approached the attendant.

"May I be of service?" a smart woman asked from behind the counter. "Yes
ma'am. My father was brought in a short while ago," I replied. "His name,
sir?" she asked. "Oh, sorry. Its William Miller," I responded. "Miller,
Miller, Miller. Oh yes, the doctor is with him now. You may wait in the
family room on the second floor," and she pointed to the elevator, and said
to turn left and it was the second door along. We followed her instructions
and found Mom sitting, sobbing. "Mom, what's happened?" I asked, with
concern now showing from my voice. "It's his heart, boys. He needs an
operation. He had trouble in the ambulance, and his heart stopped," she
cried. I began to weep myself, along with Luc. "Look, he's only 44, okay?
He will be okay," I insisted. But Cal's dad died of heart failure and he
was only a year older than my dad, so I was trying to convince myself as
well as my family. I could see in Cal's eyes he knew what was going through
my mind, and he squeezed my shoulder to reassure me.

"He's in good shape, Mom. He will be okay. He's young and that is a good
thing," I went on, and despite Mom only being 45, she looked at that moment
older than her years.

"He is strong, boys. I know that. And, he's a fighter," she told us,
looking a bit more certain of things, refusing to give up. She loved my
dad, and that much I am certain. Okay, yeah, they had their disagreements,
like other married couples, but one thing they always stuck to, they never
went to bed angry. Arguments were sorted out as soon as they arose; their
love was never in doubt.

"Elisabeth Miller?" a doctor wearing green scrubs came in. "Yes, doctor,
that's me," my mom replied. The doctor went on to inform us that my dad
required a bypass, and that it was usually routine, but with being
anesthetised, there was always a risk. Mom signed the consent forms and the
doctor left. We sat in the waiting room, when Todd's mom came through the
door. "Hey, Mary," my mom said, greeting her friend. "Boys, Todd is in the
cafeteria," and we stood up, hugged Mom, and went to see Todd. I couldn't
let...I wouldn't let my mom see me falling apart, and if it wasn't for Cal
and Luc I would be a complete mess. We entered the cafeteria and spotted
Todd, eating as usual. "How is he?" Todd asked. "He's still in surgery,"
Luc replied, and Todd could see that I wasn't doing great. We had some
coffee and then headed back up to the waiting room, having to do just
that...Wait. That was killing me, but wait we did. I sobbed deeply to
myself, trying to keep strong. I needed to be the person my dad would be at
times like this...and damn that's what I will be.

I remembered things we used to do when I was a kid. Shit...a kid? I am
still a kid when things like this happen. But my dad had always been
strong, he always coped when this shit happened. When my Gran died, he
stood tall, handled everything that needed to be handled. I knew I wasn't
that man yet. I knew I would be, but I am not there yet. "Come on, Dad, you
have to be okay...I need you to be okay," I silently said to myself.


To be continued...

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