© 2003

By Lee Mariner

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Chapter XXI

I'm not sure how long I slept, but a slow insistent stroking motion on my cock brought me slowly awake.  When I opened my eyes, Dalton was sitting beside me with his hand on my briefs-covered cock.  His soft brown eyes shone with excitement as he looked into mine; and, lowering his head,  he brushed my lips with his, whispering, "I hope you were dreaming about me."

"You know I was, you Devil," I said as I slipped my hand in between his legs searching for his cock.

"Unh huh, Carl," he said softly, twisting his hips away;  "Mom almost has supper ready, and she sent me down to get you."

"Oh, is that right? Wake me up all hot and bothered, play with my cock and then move away like a tease." I exclaimed softly, reaching up and pulling him down to me.

Dalton resisted only half-heartedly, and his eyes were sparkling with more feeling than just being playful.  His lips were soft and supple, his tongue as light as a feather as we kissed; and, when he lifted his lips from mine and hovered over me looking at my face, I whispered softly, "Do you know how much I love you?"

He didn't answer; he didn't have to. The soft glow in his dark brown eyes looking into mine and the rapid beating of his heart told me how he felt. Running my arms around his chest, I pulled him to me in a soft firm embrace and kissed his cheek.  Just then Mother called out, "Dalton, is your brother up?  I'll be setting supper on the table in about ten minutes."

"He's awake, Mom," Dalton called back as he pushed up, looking at me impishly and whispering, "but I bet you would have rather slept a little longer?"  He grinned, sitting up and pressing down on my rock hard cock with his hand as he did.

"You are a devil, Dalt," I said softly.

"That makes two of us," he said as he jumped up off the bed. 

Just as I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, we heard Mother call out her usual admonition, "You boys be sure to wash before you come upstairs."

"Yes, Ma'am," Dalton called out, grinning as he disappeared into the bathroom.

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Dad looked around his newspaper as Dalton and I came into the kitchen.  Mother was filling bowls at the counter; and,  looking over her shoulder and seeing us, she smiled and said, "Right on time and all scrubbed up."

"I'm surprised you don't have half the neighborhood in for supper, Mom, from the way your swiss steak is making my mouth water," I said as we sat down.

"It's one of your favorites,  isn't it?" She answered, as she placed the bowls on the table and then sat down, joining us.

"It may be one of Carlton's favorites, Mother;  but I think we enjoy it as much, don't we, Dalton?"

"Yes, Sir...,"  Dalton said as we joined hands; and Dad returned grace.

"Do you boys have any plans for tonight, Carlton?" Dad asked as the food was being passed.

"Dalton and Jeff are going out, aren't you, Dalt?" I said, glancing in his direction.

"I'm going to pick him up later, and we're going to the movies and then hang out at the drive-in later," he answered.

"That new drive-in has become pretty popular with the younger crowd, hasn't it?" Dad said casually, conversationally as he ate.

"There isn't any place else to hang out except at the movies," Dalt answered.

"The city hasn't done very well for its children," Mother said quietly, looking at Dad.  "The churches can only do so much; but church, unfortunately, is not where children seem to want to be these days."

"Times are changing, Mother, times are changing," Dad said in answer to Mom before looking at me.  "Your Mother mentioned something about you and Dalton spending a week up at the lake, Carlton," Dad said, glancing at Mother and looking across the table at me.

"Yes, Sir," I answered.  "I should have mentioned it to you and Mom but it just sort of happened when we drove up there yesterday.  I hope you don't mind."

"No, I don't mind, Son. As long as we know where you are and that you are safe, that is what counts the most.  You two didn't get much time together when you were younger,  and I can understand your wanting to spend some time with each other and do some of the things brothers do," Dad said, grinning at Dalton and then at me.

I didn't answer; but when Dalton heard Dad, he looked up and, with a forkful of food suspended between his plate and his mouth, said, "Hey, what are you looking at me for?"

"No reason," Dad said with a knowing smile on his face. "I guess you and Carl will meet some nice girls while you're there and do what it is girls and boy's do when they're having fun."

Dalton almost choked on the food he had just put into his mouth, and Dad's comments did catch me off guard too,  but it was Mother who cut in.

"William Evers, you stop teasing the boys like that," she said as she got up and started removing the dirty dishes from the table.  "My heavens, from the way you're  talking, one would think there aren't other things in this world."

"There weren't when I met you, Mother," Dad said looking up at her and grinning impishly, seeming to have forgotten Dalton and I were at the table.

"It's like you said, William, times are changing.  Things were much different during the depression and the war," Mother replied, holding an empty plate in each hand and gazing down at our father.

We both sat quietly watching and listening to the exchange between our parents, and Dalton's face was almost blood red.  I was having a hard time suppressing a feeling of wanting to chuckle;  and , when I looked up at Mother, her face turned crimson as she realized that Dalton and I were at the table.

"Are...are you boys finished?" She stammered, averting her gaze and going toward the sink.

"Yes, Ma'am," we both replied followed by Dalton's, "Supper was great, Mom."

"Yes...yes, it was, Mother," Dad said. " What time do you plan on being home, Dalton?" He asked solemnly, redirecting his gaze.

"The usual time, Dad; eleven o'clock," Dalton replied looking at Dad wide-eyed. With a  hopeful note in his voice he added,  "Unless it would be okay if I stayed out longer, say midnight."

"I think we will stay with the usual curfew, Son. That way we will know when to expect you home," Dad said glancing at me, with a twinkle in his eyes.  "When are you picking Jeff up?"

"As soon as we finish supper," he answered, looking just a little crestfallen.

"Do you need any money, Dalton?" Mother asked as she took his empty plate.

"No, Ma'am.  We won't be out  late, and I've got enough for the movie and something at the drive-in." He answered, just a little cheekily; and,  for a moment, I was afraid he had crossed the line; but, looking at him across the table, Dad just sighed as he picked up his coffee cup.

"You aren't going along with Dalton and Jeff are you, Carl?" Dad asked.

"No, Sir, I'm not.  Jimmy Baxter, the mechanic that worked on Dalton's car is picking me up.  He was in the army and when we were looking over the car, we were shooting the breeze about the army and the navy and he asked me if I'd like to go out for a few beers and we could chew the fat." I answered, glancing over at Dalton who had an impish look in his eyes.

"Baxter..., Baxter," Dad half mused to himself, leaning back in his chair. "I knew a Baxter that drove for Charlie Tatem for years; his name was Cleve Baxter. He and I were drafted at the same time right after the beginning of the war. I was rejected because of the heart problem but Cleve was taken on in.  I wonder if they could be related?"

"I don't know about that, Dad; they might be.  Jimmy has a brother who drives and works for the Tatems, Dan Baxter.  He's been with them a long time from what I understand." I answered casually, trying to be nonchalant. 

"Yes...yes, that's it.  Cleve had two sons; remember, Mother?  The oldest was Dan,  and the younger must be Jimmy. He is probably a few years older than you, Carl, but not much.  I understood that he had joined the army but I haden't heard anything else about him," Dad mused, almost to himself, rubbing his chin.

"William," Mother said over her shoulder, "Cleve Baxter lost his wife, and then, he passed on from lung cancer some two years ago if you remember correctly."

"I do, Mother. They were good people." He replied softly and then, looking at me, asked,  "What time do you think you will be in Carl?"

"I'm not sure, Dad; but I don't think it will be very late."

"You'll need a key since Dalton is going to be out, and your mother and I will very probably be in bed."

"I already have one for you, Carlton; it's on the counter by the doorway," Mother responded, overhearing, Dad. 

Shaking the suds from her hands and wiping them on a hand towel, she picked up the un-noticed key and handed it to me. "I don't plan on staying out very late, Mom."

"Just you enjoy yourself and be safe, that's all I ask," she said, smiling and chucking me under the chin.

"May I be excused?" Dalton asked, breaking the silence as he stood up.

"You may, but don't forget what time you are to be home," Dad answered firmly.

"I won't forget, and I think Jimmy is coming in now, Carl," Dalton said, nodding toward the light and dark shadows moving from the influence of a car's headlights.

"He  probably is," I answered following Dalton toward the door. .

We heard Mom and Dad call out simultaneously behind us as we went through the door, "Have fun and be careful."

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"Are you sure that's Jimmy, Dalt?" I asked from where we were standing at the bottom of the steps. 

"Who else would it be if it isn't, Carl?" He answered, turning his head briefly, his eyes sparkling. "I didn't know he owned a classic like that '49 Pontiac, though." He breathed almost reverently, "She's a beauty."

Dalton was right. The classic 1949 Pontiac Silver Streak convertible gleamed like it was brand new; and Jimmy, behind the wheel, looked like a Hollywood playboy, the breeze ruffling his golden hair. He pulled to a stop in front of us, smiling widely, his eyes flashing. "Anyone looking for a ride to the big city?" he asked as he threw his arm up on the back of the red leathered seat.

The yellow glow of the dashboard lights enhanced his smile and the brilliance of his flashing white teeth.  He glanced up at me and winked as I looked down at him.  He was wearing a full collared, black fishnet shirt with balloon sleeves and tight wrist cuffs. The shirt was tucked into tight black jeans that didn't hide the pronounced bulge that I had seen earlier.  When he saw the direction I was looking, he dropped his hand into his lap and spread his fingers over the inside of his thigh; and we locked eyes briefly.

"Do you like red, Jimmy?" I asked, breathing deeply.

"I guess you can see that, can't you?  Red has always been my favorite color;  that and gold, they go together," he answered, smiling.

"Damn, Jimmy," Dalton piped up. "I didn't know you had a car like this on the lot," he said sucking in his breath and moving his hands over the hard, brilliant exterior, "Jesus..,what a beauty."

"It wasn't on the lot, Dalton," Jimmy said twisting in his seat. "A1 doesn't own this; it's mine.  I keep it in a garage at Dan's."

"It sure is something, isn't it,  Carl?" Dalton asked almost whispering.

"If you like cars, I guess it is,  Dalt;  but we better leave before Mom or Dad come out." I said anxiously.

"Oh...oh, yeah.  We better, before Dad comes out and starts talking to Jimmy about his family. You guys going to the Coachman, Jim?"
Dalton said over his shoulder as he headed for his car.

"We might," Jimmy answered turning his head to look at him as he walked away. "Why, what do you know about the Coachman, Dalton?"

"Oh...not much but I had a hunch you might go there," he said as he got into his car.  "Have fun, Carlie...."

"What was that all about?" Jimmy asked, looking at me and cocking his head.

"I'll tell you about it as we go wherever you were going to go," I said opening the door and sliding in.

Reaching for the gear shift, Jimmy dropped the car into drive, waiting until I had gotten in before pulling away.  Turning his head, he grinned at me as we went down the drive, "That brother of yours is kind of cute, Carl.  You can tell me it's none of my business if you want to, but does he know your story?"  He said glancing at me.

"Are you sure you know my story, Jimmy?" I asked, turning sideways on the seat and facing him.

"Oh, Christ, Carl, you're kidding, aren't you?  I knew you were as gay as I am when I first saw you." He said laughing. "In a small town like Richmond,  with only one gay bar, you get to know more or less who is who.  It's not difficult to spot a newcomer from the way he dresses.  The old 'gaydar' kicks in, doesn't it?"

"We pegged each other right away, Jimmy," I said, chuckling. " To answer your question, Dalton knows I'm gay.  It's not something that's easy to keep from a sixteen year old, brother or not."

"I wonder how much he knows about the Coachman."

"He's underage, Jimmy; so it's not likely he knows anything except that its a gay bar. He must know that, or he wouldn't have asked whether we were going there."

"Most of the kids in town probably know it." He answered. "I've heard the cops get a payoff not to bother it; and the city fathers tolerate it, using the excuse it is better to have us all in one place instead of cruising the streets and parks."

"There weren't any bars when I was home last; where is this Coachman bar?"

"Not far, it's down on East Main St." He said, looking at me as he turned off of Riverside onto East Main. "We don't have to go there, Carl, if you would rather not."

"It's up to you, Jim, you're driving." I answered.

"There aren't any other gay places, Carl; and it's a little late to drive over to Indianapolis; so let's hit the Coachman." He said giving me a quizzical look.   "You've probably had supper, but I'm starved."

"We ate early," I said, seeing an orange neon sign on the side of a large once white building that spelled out a single word, "Coachman."  There was a single street light in a large parking lot at the rear of the building.  There were not many parked cars, and Jimmy found an empty space close to a rear door that had another neon sign over it, "Entrance."

The air in the parking lot vibrated with a steady thumping, generated by the music inside the bar.  I had been in a couple of gay bars; and this one didn't seem any different, loud. "Are you going to try and eat with that noise?" I asked.

"The dining room is separated from the dance floor by a glass brick wall, almost but not quite soundproof," He answered, grinning at the look of concern on my face.  "We can talk...about things."