Date: Fri, 6 Mar 2015 12:43:19 -0600
From: jdhauthor67@gmail.com
Subject: Zinger Part Eleven

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Part Eleven

	Teddy was right. They were a lot tougher than I thought. At least
Matthew and Mark were. Their tears of that Sunday dinner notwithstanding,
Matthew treated me with barely respectful contempt thereafter. Mark took
his lead from his twin.

	They treated their father slightly better. But only slightly. I
feared they were headed toward rupture.

	Kurt and Kyle were stuck in the middle. They wanted and needed
their father, but they also wanted and needed their older brothers, and
they did not want to move toward one and alienate the other. They were not
adroit enough to straddle the two camps.

	We had kept the boys out of school for the Fall semester, thinking
it would help them adjust to their new lives not to start at a new school
mid-semester. That was probably a mistake, as it meant the five of them
were circling each other all day. Their January return to school could not
come soon enough.

 	With their input, we had settled on a private Evanston school for
their return. We all thought it would be easier for them to transition into
a smaller, private school than into a large, public one. We also thought
the small, private school would be more understanding of their alternative,
but not unique, living situation. It was going to be expensive (about
$15,000 per year per child), but Teddy did not seem concerned about the
price.

	As the holidays approached, the house was a tinder box. Matthew and
so Mark, too, were sullen and surly. Kyle and Kurt were pensive and
diffident. Teddy was helpless, having exhausted all options he and our
counselor could think of to bring Matthew and Mark around. And, I lurked in
the shadows of my own home, especially where the boys were concerned. I
felt like I was walking on melting ice. At least I had my chambers and the
gym to retreat to.

	The only place in the entire house that was loose and free was the
bed Teddy and I shared nightly. We were like teenagers again, kissing and
sucking and fucking with reckless abandon. Teddy had decided that, since
Matthew and Mark (we called them "M&M" or, when we wanted to piss them off,
the "candy boys") seemed entrenched in their disdain, there was no reason
to shelter them from what was going on in the house. So, Teddy stopped
pretending to have his own room, and moved into mine. And, he stopped
trying to shield them from what happened in our room. We kept our door
closed, but we no longer came quietly or tried to stifle our pleasure.

	Outside of M&M, Teddy and I were slowly, surely fitting together.
As unlikely as it seemed after 32 years, we still fit hand in glove. He
slipped into my life like one would slip into a comfortable, familiar
sweater. My friends liked Teddy very much, at times, it seemed, more than
they liked me. And, Teddy seemed settled in his new life, however he
labeled or did not label it.

	But, something had to give in the house. The atmosphere was just
not healthy, especially for Kurt and Kyle. They were being pulled thin,
like carnival taffy. We had to act before they broke.

	The solution came from Matthew over a mid-December dinner.

	"Dad, Mark and I have been talking, and we don't want to go to the
school you picked."

	"We picked," Teddy corrected, kindly.

	"Whatever. You picked. We picked. He picked. We all picked. It
doesn't matter. We don't want to go there."

	"Well, the public school is certainly good and less expensive, but
you are likely to face more problems there."

	"We do not want to go there, either."

	Teddy stopped eating and focused on Matthew.

	"We want to go away. To a boarding school. We don't want to live
with you and him."

	"Use Kevin's name, please."

	"Fine. We don't want to live with you and Kevin." He had hit my
name hard, obviously to convey contempt for having to use it.

	I picked up my plate and left the table. I was not angry at the
slight. I was conflicted. I selfishly loved Matthew's solution, but it
seemed permanent, and I did not want to be the reason Teddy and his oldest
boys cleaved in two. I finished my dinner on the screened porch. Kurt and
Kyle joined me as I did, I later found out at their father's direction.

	To say I got along better with Kurt and Kyle than I did with M&M
was an understatement. I got along better with anyone and everyone better
than I got along with M&M. With my therapist, I posited that I should not
really blame them after all the tumult they had been through, that they may
see my presence as an act of betrayal against their martyred mother, that
they were teenaged boys wrought with hormones and change and not sure how
to deal with that toxic combination, all sorts of solid, rational
explanations for the cold war that gripped our house. But, at my core, I
thought they were just insufferable little dicks, and I could not believe
how far off they were from their father. I had never met Melissa, but if
they took after her, I am glad I hadn't.

	"Do you boys want to go away to school, too?"

	Kyle and Kurt looked stunned by my question and then looked at each
other.

	Kyle started, "No, sir. We want to stay with our dad."

	Kurt added, "And with you."

	I could not help myself. I grabbed them both and pulled them
in. The tension in the house was palpable, and those three words had cut
through it for me. I started to cry. When I did, they collectively squeezed
me. I felt ice melting, walls coming down, barricades being breached.

	We were holding each other like that when Teddy finished talking to
Matthew and Mark and found me on the porch. Without saying a word, Teddy
joined the embrace. I did not realize it then, but the symbolism was
ripe. The four of us were pulling together, and M&M wanted no part of it.

	 As was our custom, Teddy and I did not talk through the decision
in front of the boys. Instead, we waited until we were in our room for
quiet time.

	Quiet time Teddy's invention, I think mostly to avoid fracture in
the house. At 8:30 p.m. Monday through Thursday, all televisions were off,
the downstairs was dark, and all of us were in our respective rooms with
doors closed to read, write, work, or, in our case, talk and fuck. The
television rule was easy, as none of us had one in our room.

	While stripping down, Teddy raised the subject. "What do you
think?"

	"I don't know what to think, Teddy. Part of me thinks we should
send them off tomorrow, but that's just me being selfish. Most of me thinks
I should find an apartment and not be the reason the Azinger boys break
up."

	"Are you ready to give up on us?"

	"I'm not suggesting that. We can stay together, just under
different roofs so there can be some sense of detente."

	"That is not going to work. They just made it very clear. They --
and I say 'they,' but this is mostly Matthew -- want to go away unless you
are out of the picture completely. That's their 'deal.'"

	Revulsion overwhelmed me. I thought I was going to throw up. Or
pass out. They were making him choose between me and them. It had to be an
easy choice for him, and it had to be them. He was their father.

	I looked at Teddy. He immediately read my thoughts.

	"Kevin, the decision's easy. They have a list of schools, and we
are going to leave tomorrow to visit them. Kurt and Kyle can stay here, if
that's okay with you."

	"It is. But, are you sure about this?"

	"Yes. The situation here is untenable. It has been from the
start. If they go away, I am not going to lose my boys. They will just be
leaving a little sooner than I expected. But, if they stay, I am definitely
going to lose you. And, I am not willing to let that happen."

	"Aren't they going to feel like this is some huge betrayal, that
you picked me over them?"

	"I hope not. I just explained that is not what is happening. I told
them I thought they had offered a very adult solution to a very adult
problem, and I appreciated their willingness to talk it through with
me. They seem enthralled with the idea of boarding school. I think they
forced the choice on me only to force me to agree to let them go. I think
they know I would have said no otherwise."

	I did not sleep that night. I feared I had come between Teddy and
his sons, and he would resent me for it, even if he thought he would not. I
was the realist who saw things as they were. He was the optimist who saw
things as he wanted.

	Teddy and Matthew and Mark drove off the next day to visit a
half-dozen elite, East coast boarding schools. Kurt, Kyle, and I stayed
behind. With no trials scheduled for the following week, I planned to work
from home as much as I could, so I could spend time with Kurt and
Kyle. And, because I did not trust two 12 year old boys at home alone for a
week.

	Teddy was buoyant when he reported in on their visits. He said
M&M's attitude and demeanor changed as soon as they pulled out of the
garage and started their drive east. Their icy approach toward him
thawed. They were excited and excitable again.

	I assured him that Kurt, Kyle, and I were having a great time as
well. With the pall of the "candy boys" lifted, Kurt and Kyle brightened
and filled out. They talked and talked and talked. I heard all about their
childhood in Spain, the loss of their mother, their August with their
grandparents, and their plan to talk their father into letting them take
the whole year away from school. According to them, they needed a "gap"
year. Kyle asked if I thought their father would say "yes" if they told him
they would leave if he didn't. I could tell by the glint in his eye he
didn't mean it. But, I decided to play along.

	"No, I think he will let you leave, just like he did with the
'candy boys.'"

	"He wanted them to leave. They've been such dicks. He'll want us to
stay. We're not like them."

	"True, but he also knows you want to stay. So, he'll call your
bluff and tell you you can leave, knowing you won't."

	"You think he's that smart."

	"You know him better than I do. What do you think?"

	"He's that smart."

	Our week was like that. I settled into this alien role of
caregiver. And, Kyle and Kurt accepted me in that role. Teddy was going to
be shocked when he returned.

	When he did, he and the "candy boys" had settled on a school. It
was small and elite and expensive at $20,000 per semester per student. I
made $189,000 per year as a federal judge. I had some savings, but $80,000
per year for 2.5 years would deplete it rapidly.

	During quiet time, I broached the subject. "Can we afford this
school?"

	"Sure," he said so cavalierly that my interest was piqued.

	"Maybe I shouldn't ask this, but how much money do you have?"

	"Enough."

	"Enough for what?"

	"Enough for anything."

	I raised an eyebrow at him.

	"Let me put it this way. I don't have to work. You don't have to
work. And, the boys will never have to work, if they don't want to. And the
boys' children will not have to work."

	"Holy shit. . . . Just from some formula?"

	"I was a very commercial formula. Billions have been made from it
and will continue to be. As they are, I get my little share and will
continue to. But, more than half the money came from Melissa came from
money, too. She had a trust fund. I inherited it when she died."

	I relaxed against my pillow. "I better be getting one helluva
Christmas present. Speaking of which, what do you want for Christmas?"

	"You already gave me my gift."

	"Really . . . . what?"

	"Watching you and Kurt and Kyle tonight. It was like watching, I
don't know, a father with his two sons maybe. I am not sure what you did
while I was gone, but it was the best gift you could ever give me. The four
of us are going to be very happy in this house."

	Teddy kissed me. "I love you, Kevin."

	"I love you, too."

	"What do you want for Christmas?"

	"I'm easy," I said, as I grabbed his dick. "This."

	Our house had turned a corner. The "candy boys" were looking
forward to leaving the house, and their impending departure was like the
sun peaking out after days and days of cold, grey rain.  And, it had freed
them from some of their demons. They were not quite friendly, but they were
friendlier.

	The anticipation liberated us that night. I worked Teddy's dick
with my mouth like I had not in a long time, repeatedly bringing him to the
edge of orgasm before backing off. When he finally came, it was an enormous
load. I took it all and continued to work my "gift" with my mouth and my
tongue until he could not take any more.

	I straddled Teddy's chest and buried my dick in his mouth. This was
his favorite position to suck me, as it gave him the best view of the V
that formed my pelvis. And, it allowed me the best leverage to fuck his
face. I controlled my own orgasm in this position, and I had no interest in
delaying it as I had delayed his. I filled his mouth as soon as I could and
then collapsed onto him.

	If we had been adults, that probably would have been enough. But,
we were not. We were teenagers again. It was 1986, and love was in the
air. So, I kissed his face, smelled his armpits, sucked his nipples, and
licked his navel before lathering his dick with my spit and riding him
recklessly, carelessly, freely. He cried out when he came. His cry released
me, and I came without touching myself all over his chest and stomach. When
neither of us could take any more, I collapsed onto him again, smearing my
cum between our sweaty bodies.

	We slept like that, slimy and dirty and then dry and sticky. We
were awaked by Kurt and Kyle climbing into our bed the next morning, the
first time they had done that since they moved in. Through some clever
maneuvering of our thick, down comforter, we were able to hide both our
nudity and the remnants of our quiet time the prior night, but we were
going to have to remember to lock our door going forward. Or, at least, to
take showers before going to sleep.

	They climbed between us. As Kurt rested his head on his dad's
shoulder, Kyle rested his on mine. It felt like a family. As we laid there
listening to the house wake up, the sun shone brightly through the shades
and into our room. For the first time in a long time.