Date: Sun, 24 Aug 2008 14:07:01 +0000
From: hankster1430@bellsouth.net
Subject: David and Jonathan Chapter 11

David and Jonathan
Chapter Eleven

By the time Matty was fifteen and Alan nearly sixteen, the twins had become
very close friends with Phyllis and Michael Buckman.  It hadn't hurt that
after one year the Caldwells had increased Michael's portfolio by
forty-five percent.  It also didn't hurt that Michael Buckman had found a
practically new six story office building for sale at an excellent price.
It was just two streets from Caldwell Investment's old location.  The firm
occupied the top two floors, which doubled their working space.  They were
easily able to rent the other four floors to a variety of professionals;
doctors, lawyers and CPAs.  The revenue from the rentals covered all the
occupancy costs so the firm was literally rent free, a savings of $6,500 a
month.

The Caldwells and the Buckmans attended the opera, museum openings, and
many Broadway shows together.  Matty and Alan loved when they went out
together for obvious reasons.  The two couples had dinner out often, and
when Clay and Steve were around they joined them in these activities.  Clay
and Steve were around less and less these days, preferring to stay in
Julie's Paris apartment.

One evening, after Matty had gone home after visiting at the Buckmans,
Michael told Alan that he wanted to talk to him.  It was Thursday evening,
bridge night for Phyllis.  As soon as she left, Michael and Alan sat down
on the living room sofa.

"Alan," Michael began, "I wonder if there is something you want to tell
me."  Alan looked perplexed so Michael continued.  "Look son," he said, "I
see the way you and Matty look at each other, the way you bump up against
each other when you think nobody is looking, and those long sessions locked
up in your room after school.  I know that you can't be studying all that
time."

Alan grew pale, but he also grew bold.  Obviously his dad suspected the
truth about him and Matty.  He cleared his throat and began to speak.  He
knew exactly what he wanted to say.  He had been practicing for this moment
for at least two years now.

"Dad, I hope you won't be disappointed in me.  I'm still the son you always
told me you loved, but the truth is I'm gay."  He put a finger to his lips
indicating that he had more to say and Michael should let him finish.

"I knew who I was long before I met Matty so please, please, don't think
David and Jonathan had anything to do with this.  I've never spoken to them
about my sexual preference, and I don't know if their gaydar is sensitive
enough to know about me.  I gotta tell you that Matty thinks they know
about us.  I love Matty, Dad, and he loves me."  He hesitated, but figured
he would go all the way.  "We're lovers, Dad."  Having said that, Alan
began to sob.  Michael put his arms around his son to console him.

"Listen," he said to Alan.  "There's nothing about you that could ever
disappoint me, so get that out of your head.  And don't you ever be ashamed
to love someone.  Love guides us and motivates us to do the best we can
with our lives.  Think how empty our lives would be without love."

Alan sat up a little taller and hugged Michael with all his strength.  "Oh
Dad," he said, "Do you know how wonderful I feel now.  You've given me the
greatest gift ever, the gift to be me, to be free."

Michael started to stroke the back of Alan's neck.  "I'm not going to tell
your mother.  I want you to tell her in your own time. It's something
you'll have to do yourself, but I'll be there for you when you do tell her.
I only have one question to ask you.  Are you sure it's real with you and
Matty?  I know all boys fool around.  Hell, I did too.  Are you sure this
isn't something you'll outgrow?"

"Not on your life Dad.  I'm sure of it."

"I need to talk to the Caldwells," he said.  He dialed their telephone
number and asked if he and Alan could drop in for a bit.

"Sure," Jon said.  "I'll put up the coffee."  Jon was worried.  This
sounded serious and he suspected it had something to do with Matty and
Alan.  He kept a calm face when he let them in.  As soon as Michael was
fully in the house and Jon shut the front door, he grabbed Jon in a bear
hug to end all bear hugs.

"It seems we're going to be family," he announced proudly, "and I couldn't
be more pleased."

"What's going on here?" David wanted to know.

"Get Matty down here and let's go into the living room," Jon answered him.

When they went into the living room, the twins took a seat on the sofa,
Michael sat down on an easy chair, and Matty and Alan sat on the floor
leaning against each other, looking like two frightened puppies.

Michael wasted no time.  "I spoke to Alan tonight.  I've suspected he was
gay for sometime now, and I further figured that he and Matty were making
it together.  When he told me that our sons were in love with each other, I
couldn't have been happier.  At least I know that he isn't exposing himself
to diseases on the streets" He stopped talking and simply beamed at the
twins.

David spoke first.  "Wow, I didn't see that coming.  "Jon and I have
suspected for some time that our boys were lovers, but we never asked like
you did.  Mike, I gotta tell you.  That took guts."

"Shall I break out the champagne?" Jon asked.

"No, let's just do coffee, and we'll be off.  Tomorrow is a school day and
a work day.  Oh by the way, Alan and I are not telling Phyllis for right
now.  Alan wants to do it himself when he's ready."

Up until now, the boys were speechless. Finally Matty spoke up.  "As long
as you guys sorta consider us to be adults or nearly so, could I humbly
request that you stop calling me Matty and switch to Matt or Matthew."
Then he looked at Alan.  "Except you, love.  I like it when you call me
Matty."

Everyone laughed and went into the kitchen for coffee and a piece of one of
Mindy's home made apple pie.


Right after Thanksgiving, Jon called Michael.  "We're going down to Palm
Beach for Christmas week," he told Michael.  "How would you like to join
us?  You and Phyllis can use the guest bedroom, and the boys can sleep on
the sofa bed in the living room.  Somehow I don't think that they would
mind."

"That sounds terrific," Michael answered.  "Just let me check with Phyllis
and I'll get right back to you."  He called back within the hour with a
resounding yes.

When they arrived at PBI they rented two cars.  This way, if the Buckmans
wanted to do something that the Caldwells didn't want to do, there would be
no hassle and vice versa.  Jon drove the two boys to the condo and David
went with the Buckmans so they wouldn't lose their way.  Actually they
really could have gotten along with one mini-van.  During most of the trip,
they pretty much did everything together.

Then one evening, Jon told Phyllis and Mike that he and David wanted to go
down to Ft. Lauderdale to a gay bar and restaurant they liked.  It had a
piano bar with a pianist who played mostly show tunes, and the bar never
played loud disco music.  It was a great place for them to be among their
own and spend a pleasant evening.  He and David could even dance together
if the mood hit them.  As for the food, it was passable.

Phyllis said, "I've never been to a gay bar, and this place sounds great.
Do you think the gay monitor would descend upon us if Mike and I went with
you?"

"Not at all.  It would be an ironic twist of fate if you were discriminated
against." David said. "I think it will be fun if you came with us."

"Can we go, can we go?" the boys started chirping.

"Not on your life," Jon said.  "Anyway you'd never get past the carding.
You'll just have to put up with each other at home."  Somehow that sounded
like a good idea, because nobody was having sex in these close quarters.
With that settled Jon consulted his personal phone book and called the bar
to make reservations for four for dinner.

As soon as the adults were gone, the boys went at it.  They started in
their usual fashion of playing sixty-nine.  They tried not to cum, but
sometimes it got away from them.  It didn't much matter.  At their age,
they recovered almost immediately.  When they stopped playing and were as
hard as they would ever get, Matt went into his fathers' room, opened the
top drawer of the bedside table and found what he was looking for, a tube
of lube.

They hadn't had sex in a few days and each fucked the other twice and could
have gone more if they weren't so exhausted. Matt carefully returned the
lube and the boys put on pajamas.  They watched TV for a while but they
kept dozing off so they gave up, shut the lights and went to sleep.  They
avoided sleeping wrapped up in each other's arms because Phyllis would see
them when their parents returned, and Alan hadn't told her yet that he was
gay and that he and Matt were lovers.

They could have taken the highway to Ft. Lauderdale but Jon chose to take a
scenic route. They followed the ocean down Route A1A.  There wasn't too
much light left, but they were able to see the mansions in Palm Beach and
Manalapan.  They could also see the beaches and the ocean when the foliage
wasn't too thick.  It was snowing in New York and the northerners could
hardly believe how beautiful the weather was and how mild the temperature.

There was a large parking lot behind the bar and it was perfectly free of
charge. "That's something you wouldn't see in New York," Phyllis observed.
They went into the restaurant through the back entrance and had to walk up
to the front entrance to find the host.  Phyllis was pleased to see other
women in the bar.  Some were obviously Lesbians, some were fag hags, but
there were a few straight women there as well.  They were probably with
friends or relatives.  For sure one elderly woman was there with her son
and his `lover.'

The maitre d' sat them in a nice corner table.  The waiter swished over to
them, introduced himself, and handed out menus.  Then he took their drink
orders.  Phyllis told the guys to have fun and she would be the designated
driver.  While the waiter, Paul, was getting the drinks, Michael remarked
that the menu looked better than the twins had led him to believe.  "I
think they have improved it some since we were here last," David remarked.

The service was superb, mainly because the waiter just hovered around their
table.  He was obviously flirting with David and Jonathan, and when he
flirted with Michael, who was probably the handsomest guy at the table,
Mike turned absolutely beet red.  David and Jonathan started to kid him and
told him that the waiter was just flirting and wasn't serious at all.  Mike
wasn't so sure.

They all ordered steaks and it really was quite good.  The sides were
grilled vegetables and smashed potatoes, with an assortment of rolls.  They
were also given a choice of plain butter or honey flavored butter.  They
ordered coffee and éclairs for dessert.  During dessert, the piano player
began to play.  It was still the dinner hour and he played soft background
music.  Every so often a couple got up to dance.  It might be two men, two
women or a mixed couple.  The Buckmans had never seen two men dance
together before, at least not tightly embraced, and it took a lot of
liberalism and a little getting used to.

At one point, when a man and woman were dancing together, Mike asked
Phyllis to dance.  They were really quite good and the twins wondered if
they had ever taken lessons.

"Care to dance?" David asked extending his hand to Jon.

"Sure."  They joined the Buckmans on the dance floor.

When dinner was over, they all joined a slew of other patrons around the
piano.  Everyone sang along with the piano player which prompted Mike to
say, "This reminds me so much of some of the pubs I was in when I was in
London."  David and Jon were pleased to see that their guests were having a
good time.

Suddenly a voice screamed out, "David, Jon what are you two chaps doing
here?"  It was Archie Manning, a client from back home.  "Talk about
English pubs," David said, "here's John Bull himself."

David introduced Archie to the Buckmans, who could hardly understand his
thick British accent.

"Isn't spending time in this place a lovely way to pass an evening?" Archie
asked.  "I discovered it on my last visit."

"Are you alone?" Jon wanted to know.

"I was when I came in," he said.  He turned to the bar and waved at
someone.  A cute young man, waved back.  "As you can see, I'm not alone
now.  Well, I don't want to leave such a morsel all by himself.  I might
lose him.  Ta, ta, gentlemen and lady," and he was gone.

They stayed for another hour, singing with the piano player and dancing.  A
handsome middle age man approached Mike and offered to buy him a drink.
Mike declined graciously, but was secretly flattered that a rather good
looking gay man found him desirable.  Before they left, Mike and Jon left a
substantial tip in the piano player's oversized glass.

Although none of them was anywhere near to being drunk, they had each had a
few cocktails, so Phyllis got behind the wheel as she had promised.  David
directed her to I-95 for the trip home.  It was too dark for scenic routes.
They returned to the condo in less than half the time it took for the trip
down to Ft. Lauderdale.  They tiptoed into the condo to find their sons
fast asleep.  They were wearing their pajamas and were facing away from
each other as far to each end of the bed as possible.  Everything looked
perfectly proper to Phyllis.

When they were in bed behind closed doors, Mike found himself really horny
thinking of everything he had seen at the bar.  He started to initiate sex
with Phyllis who tried to stop him.  "They'll hear us," she whined.

"Who cares," Mike answered.

In a little while, David and Jonathan heard the muffled sounds of love
coming through the thin walls.  Jon groped for his brother's cock.  David
tried to stop him.  "They'll hear us," he whined.

"Who cares," Jon answered.

Matt was awakened by muffled moans and sighs.  He lay still for a while
sensing what was going on in the bedrooms.  He rolled over, embraced Alan
and grabbed his cock.  Alan whined, "They'll hear us.

"Who cares," Matt answered.

During the night, Phyllis woke up to go to the bathroom.  She could not
help but see the young boys in the living room.  Somehow their pajamas were
gone and they were curled up together with their arms around one another.
They were sleeping naked on top of the covers. Now Phyllis was a
sophisticated, educated New York woman.  She knew what she saw, but vowed
to say nothing until they returned home, and she could speak to Michael and
Alan privately.  Unfortunately she made a classic mistake.  She assumed
that Jonathan, David, or Matt or all three of them, had corrupted her son.
For the remainder of the trip she was rather cool to David and Jonathan.
The coolness was obvious to everyone.



When they returned to their own home in New York, Michael said to Phyllis,
"OK.  What's bugging you?"

She literally began to seethe, and then she screamed hysterically, "You're
dear friends have turned our son into a bleeding faggot."  Then the tears
began to flow.  Michael, who had never raised his hand to a living soul
ever before, slapped her across the face.  Phyllis stopped crying and
looked at him in disbelief.

"Don't you ever call my son a faggot," he hissed at his wife.  "I've known
for quite a while that he was gay and that he and Matt were lovers, but we
agreed that Alan should tell you himself.  He was just waiting for the
right time.  I'm sorry that you had to find out this way."  His voice
softened.  "Honey, Alan knew that he was gay long before he met the
Caldwells.  Jon and David didn't turn him gay.  For heaven's sake, they
have been guiding and mentoring him, and helping him to adjust to his
sexual orientation.  They have been a godsend.  We owe them our gratitude."

He took Phyllis in his arms, wiped her tears and kissed her on the cheek.
"I'm sorry I hurt you," he said, "but when you called Alan a faggot, I lost
it."

"No" she said, "you did nothing wrong.  I just need time to get used to the
idea."  Then she spotted Alan who was standing in the doorway.  He was
sobbing like the little boy he still was.  She broke away from Michael and
ran to her son.  She embraced him and tried to soothe him.  "It's Ok
honey," she said.  "It's OK."

When Alan calmed down, she went to the front hall closet and put on her
coat and boots.

"Where are you going, Mom," Alan asked.

"I'll be right back," she answered.  Phyllis walked the one short block to
the Caldwells through melting snow and slush.  When she got there, Mindy
let her in.  She found the twins in the living room.  Matt was in his
bedroom.

"Phyllis what's wrong?" Jon wanted to know.

"I'm what's wrong," she answered him, and threw her arms around his neck.
She released him and hugged David also.

"Thank you for looking after Alan and helping him to adjust.  It's what
Michael and I should have done.  I'd like to think that I would have acted
more wisely, if I had been told properly."

"How did you find out?" David asked.

"I found them naked, curled up together on the sleep sofa one night.  I
guess I freaked out and took it out on you two and Matt.  Please forgive
me.  I'm so, so sorry."

"There is absolutely nothing to forgive," Jon told her.  "As Michael so
aptly pointed out, we're family now."

Phyllis laughed and said, "Well, Alan is my only child.  I wanted more
children, but it didn't happen.  Do you think Matt would mind calling me,
Mom?"

"Frankly, I think he'd love it.  He needs some female influence in his
life."

Phyllis embraced them once again and headed for home.


To be continued...