Date: Tue, 09 Sep 2003 00:09:40 +0000 From: Guy Jameson Subject: The Sons of JJ Jameson Chapter 17 My grandsons-the Sons of JJ, are writing the next several chapters of this series using their journals or diaries as the basis for what they write JJ required the boys to keep a journal of some sort from the age they began to write. He believes it is a good educational tool and allows the boys to constantly examine their lives. School districts across the country teach courses in creative writing for much the same reason. The boys knew that no one could read their journals without their permission. They have given their permission. The standard warnings apply. This story belongs to me and as such is copyrighted according to the terms laid down by Nifty. Any similarity with persons living or not is purely coincidental. I hope you enjoy. Feel free to send comments to me at guyjameson@hotmail.com Joe, the eldest son wrote this piece. THE SONS OF JJ JAMESON CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: JOE'S STORY CONTINUED 1995 George McGee-now there's a truly righteous piece of work. I've known George since we were babies and didn't know we knew anyone except our mothers. We are nearly the same age, were in the same Sunday school classes, and the same grade at the same school. We were in Confirmation class together and were confirmed at the same time. We've both been acolytes at Holy Cross Episcopal Church since the first year we were eligible. And we play on the same soccer team. George is a HUNK! He is blonde, blue eyed, a couple of inches taller than I am and has the body of a Greek god. If he were any better looking, God would use him as the model for only the highest-ranking angels. His body is solid as a rock, both because of his genetics and because of athletics. He plays every sport well, but is especially good at soccer. In spite of all George's beauty and his prowess in sports, he is not vain and never brags about his conquests. He also has a great personality. He's just about the best kind of guy anyone would want to be around. Our school doesn't sponsor any sports-mainly because the school is not very big. There are only twenty kids in our sophomore class but most of them are boys. Actually, I guess there are only five girls. But I've never paid much attention to any of them. Neither does George, but they sure pay attention to him. Any opportunity to play sports for us is through citywide competition sponsored by the YMCA. The Y programs are diverse and well coached. So we don't miss out on much by going to such a small private school. George is also on a Y sponsored wrestling team. I wanted to wrestle, mainly because he does, but Dad talked me out of it. "Boy," he said, "you get a hard on just looking at a boy is spandex. Do you really think a wrestling singlet is what you need to be wearing?" Of course Dad was right. I'm sure the guy I might wrestle wouldn't appreciate having me try to fuck him on the mat. But any time I could I was on the sidelines watching George wrestle. He never got hard from the exertion and rarely lost a match. See? Before we'd finished our sophomore year in high school, George and I had become best friends. OK, we were better than best friends, we were BEST FRIENDS! We discovered our mutual interest in each other during a school camp celebrating the end of school. We'd picked each other as tent mates. The first night of the camp out, we went to our tent, unrolled our sleeping bags and lay down. It was a hot night. May nights in Oklahoma can sometimes be real scorchers. We'd both taken off our shirts and George had stripped down to his boxer briefs. I was still wearing a pair of board shorts. "You going to sleep in those?" asked George. "Yeah, I guess so." "Why, do you have holes in your underwear?" he asked with a laugh. Oh, God how I loved his deep throated laugh. I guess George would have been a bass if he'd been able to carry a tune. But his laugh was infectious. When George laughed, everyone laughed. "No, I'm not wearing underwear-I'm free balling it. It's too damned hot in the spring and summer for clothes, much less underwear and my nuts have to breathe." "Don't you ever wear underwear or is it only because we're camping out?" That was one great disadvantage of not having a school sports program. We didn't have a locker room so we rarely had the opportunity to see other boys in their natural state. Otherwise George and I wouldn't be having this conversation. "I only wear underwear when it's too cold not to and my cock shrivels up," I laughed. "Gee does your dad know that?" Dad was a teacher at our school. Most of his classes were in the middle school but he also taught a couple of classes of history in the high school. "Yeah, he knows. He doesn't like underwear either, but I think he makes the concession for school. Probably thinks he might develop a problem if he didn't." "You mean he'd get hard over some jail bait girl?" "Something like that, yeah." "Well if you're so damned hot tonight, why don't you take off your shorts? I won't care, honest." "I don't want to make you jealous of the size of my meat," I said with a deep laugh. "You're too good a friend for me to want to make you jealous. I'll just suffer through the heat of the night." "Ha! I doubt that you're any bigger than I am." "Well, if I'm not I'll bet mine is prettier." "OK, man you're on." With that George stripped off his boxer briefs, exposing a nice sized, beautiful piece of cut meat. I was also able to confirm that he's a natural blond. Ha Ha. Not to be out done I took off my board shorts. After all I'm used to seeing cocks and having mine seen so I wasn't embarrassed at being naked. George inhaled a deep breath. "I think yours is bigger. But it's size hard that really counts." I thought George and I were a little old to be playing I'll show you mine if you show yours. That seemed like kid stuff to me. Was it possible he was trying to come onto me? Yeup, it was possible. The tent was pretty small and we were lying close together. George reached across the narrow space and took hold of my dick and began to stroke it. With his other hand, he began to stroke himself. I could hardly believe what he was doing. I knew he didn't date, but how many sophomores do-especially those of us without cars. I had always figured him to be straight as an arrow. But my cock can sense a queer when it feels one. I had to confirm what my cock already knew. "George," I said, holding my breath. "Do you know what you're doing? Because if you don't, I can explain it to you." "I know. I'm starting to jack you off. I've wanted to touch you ever since we were in kindergarten. But I never had the nerve. I figure this might be the only chance I'll ever have. So if I'm doing something wrong, tell me and I'll sleep outside." "Hey, man. What you are doing is very much the right thing to be doing right now. Except, not so hard. You're going to make me cum before we have a chance to really play." I rolled over onto my side, breaking his grip on my piece and simultaneously pinched his near side nipple and planted a major kiss on his mouth. His body jerked so hard, I thought he was shooting his load. But he didn't. He returned my kiss as hard and as passionately as I was kissing him. Our tongues fought their way into each other's mouths. George started to suck on my tongue. For a second he sucked so hard, it hurt. But I broke free-there was something else available I wanted to suck. "Joe, have you ever done this with another guy?" "Just my brothers," I admitted. "Your brothers? You mean all of the them?" "Yeup. That's what I mean and you're the first person I've ever told that to. I hope it doesn't make too much difference to our friendship, but hey, man, you asked. If you're man enough to ask, I'm man enough to answer truthfully." "No, it's OK, Joe. Hell it's good that one of us knows what to do. I'm still as pure as the driven snow." "You mean, you've never done anything with a guy? What about with a girl?" "Nope, not a girl either. Never wanted to with a girl. Just wanted you. Now I have you and nothing is going to stop me from doing what I want." "I like determination in a guy," I said with half a laugh. "What do you want to do with me?" "I want to kiss you and feel your body. Maybe I'd like to do more than just jack off your cock. Man, that thing is beautiful. Do you think we could arrange that?" "George, we can do anything you want to do. Just remember we're in a canvas tent and sound carries really well near a lake. So if you scream, I'm likely to stuff your mouth full of your panties. OK?" "Yeah, that's OK." We both laughed and began to take up where we left off. I kissed him and drove my tongue as far in as possible. George began to moan making the sexiest vibrations against my tongue. I ran my hands over his torso, pausing at each nipple to give it a reverential squeeze. Lowering my mouth I began to kiss his neck, his shoulders, his nipples-sneaking in a little nibble here and there and worked my way down the front of his chest to his pubic hair. George was squirming like a snake on a hot rock. Every time I touched a different part of his body, his whole being would shake. He tried to duplicate on me what I was doing to him, but that sometimes is not possible. I told George to lie still. Let me do the work for a little while and then he'd have his turn. Changing emphasis I moved to his feet. Each delicious toe was sucked. They tasted of sweet sweat-the sweat that can only come from an athlete's foot. I licked and chewed up the side of each foot, the ankles, his calves, all the time running my hands over his sharply cut abs. As my mouth reached the inner skin of his thighs, George let out a moan, two or three jerks and cum shot out of his dick over my head onto my back. Two blasts followed the first, landing along the back of my neck and into my hair. By the next blast, I had covered his cock with my mouth and was sucking the last of the goo out of his balls. For a minute I thought he would wake the whole camp, and clamped a hand over his mouth to muffle the sound. "Oh, God, Joe. I never dreamed it could be like that," he moaned. "That was the most exciting thing I've ever experienced. How did you learn to play a man's body so perfectly?" "I told you George. I practiced on my little brothers." We both laughed. "Had enough, George?" "Oh, yeah, man. But you didn't get off. What can I do now to help you, buddy?" "George," I said. "Look at your sleeping bag between your legs. That big wet spot, that's from me. I got off without even touching my cock." "Now that takes talent," admitted George. "Talent and lots of practice," I answered. I wiped some of my spunk off George's sleeping bag and licked it from my fingers. "Here you want a taste?" I asked fully expecting him to tell me to go hell. "Absolutely," he answered. "I was afraid you'd never ask." We pulled our sleeping bags closer together so we could lie next to each other. We slept quite blissfully until morning. The morning dawned bright and hot. We had placed our tent a little bit away from the tree line and it became very hot very quickly in the morning light. Our bodies were slick with our sweat as I woke up. There was a definite funky smell in the tent-the result of hot sex, testosterone and sweaty bodies. It was the best perfume ever devised by man or god, I thought. George was lying on his side, my body pressed tightly behind him. I had more than just the normal morning hard on and began to slide it back and forth against his creamy white butt. I hadn't noticed until then how tan his body really was. He was so blond, tan didn't show on him well unless one could see the contrast with the part of him that was obviously never exposed to the sun. My body on the other hand was tanned all over-the result of lying naked beside our pool as much as the weather had so far allowed. By the end of the summer I knew I'd be a burnished bronze color all over. I wondered whether George would wake up feeling as good and as fulfilled I did. My body, quite on its own, continued to slide against him. The cum began to boil deep inside my balls, signaling an impending orgasm. Not wanting to climax just yet, I rolled over to the other side. "Why'd you stop, Joe. That was feeling really good." "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. I just couldn't help myself." "Well maybe I can help you." George shifted his position so his mouth was level with my cock and took the tip into his mouth. I think the cowl over the head of my penis surprised him at first, but he pulled it back and attacked the sensitive glans. I pulled at his legs, forcing him to reposition so I could get to his cock and took it all down my throat. George was cut, like Ron, but his cock had never been sucked before last night. As my tongue attacked him, he bucked about three times and shot a wad of cum down my gullet. (Boy he didn't have any staying power at all, I thought chuckling to myself.) But he kept attacking my dick like a hungry man attacks a big meal. I guess he was finding the meal to his satisfaction. I didn't try to hold back as he sucked and filled him to the brim with my own seed. Like the trooper he was on the soccer field, George swallowed every drop. When he finished, he looked me in the face and asked, "Did I do OK?" "Man you did great. With a little practice you'll become a world class cocksucker." "Can I practice on you?" "All you want, man. All you want." No longer having our attention directed elsewhere, we began to hear the other members of our class stirring around. The smell of camp coffee permeated the air. I pulled on my shorts. George started to pull on his boxer briefs, then stopped and stuffed them in his pack. "I don't think I'll be needing these for awhile." He put on his shorts and we crawled out into the light. It was the beginning of a new day . . . for both of us. After lights out for the rest of the week, George experimented with everything he could think of to do to me or for me. Everything except to fuck. On the last night of camp, he asked if I would fuck him, but I told him that was better left for sometime when we could do it more privately. I wanted him to be able to scream out his lungs if he so desired. Having to be pretty quiet put something of a damper on our lovemaking. "After we get home, we'll get together sometime when we can be alone. I want you to be able to sing loud Alleluias if you want to. And I want to be able to do the same." "When can we do that? We certainly can't do anything at my house." "We'll go to mine," I said with confidence. "Hell that's even worse. You have a house full with your dad and five brothers. There's not much privacy there." "You forgot Guy. There are seven swinging dicks at my house, not just six," I responded teasingly. "So how do you figure we can have some privacy there, smart ass." "There's still two empty bunks in the dormitory. Ron and Jason will just have to move down there for a night . . . or maybe two . . . or God willing-three. Besides those two only need one bed." "Yeah, that'd go over great with your dad." "Dad won't care and the brothers will just have to lump it. They'll want the same treatment some day, I imagine. So they'd better not gritch about anything . . . The only problem I see is your parents letting you come to my house overnight." "I'll just tell them we're going to have a party and that I'm going to spend the night. They'll be cool with that." "A party that lasts for four days and three nights," I teased. "I know your folks; they'll be a little suspicious of that." "We'll work out something. Hell one night with you all alone, in a room without canvas walls, will be heaven." "Just remember, the walls in the Upper Room aren't sound proofed-yet. But if we make enough noise, maybe Guy will be convinced to add more insulation." We both laughed as we continued packing our gear. "Are you wearing your underwear today?" "Nope, not until winter freezes my balls." For that entire summer, George spent as much time in the Upper Room as possible. Finally along the middle of August, Ron and Jason had had enough. "Look, Joe. We like George. He's a hot guy. But we're tired of being shuttled off to the dormitory. Every time we try to do anything, we have two brothers watching us. Dave is constantly trying to blow us and we like to have a little fun between ourselves. Is there any way you and George can make some other arrangements?" I have to give it to my brothers. They had been very patient and though I thought that someday they might want some time in the Upper Room with one of their special friends and they agreed they might, that was a pleasure that might be put off for them for several years. I might even have moved out by that time. It was still my intention to join the Marines as soon as I graduated. Though that was still two years away, I knew I might not be able to return the favor. "OK, guys. I'll try to work something out with George. But you two just don't know how great it's been for us to have this time together. Just three months ago, George was a virgin. Now he fucks like a bunny and enjoys everything two guys can do together. I really appreciate your cooperation. I apologize for taking advantage. Am I forgiven?" "Of course, Joe. But we'd like to have a little consideration here. We want our space too." I couldn't help but tease them just a little and maybe twist the knife of truth in the process. "You two just want to see George naked. Or else you want to see who is fucking whom. Don't you?" "Joe," Ron protested, "that's not it at all. We just don't like being shuttled off to the dormitory every weekend." "Speak for yourself, little brother," Jason interrupted. "I want to see George naked and as often as we've been fucked by our older brother, I want to see him be catcher for a change." We all laughed at Jason's admission. But my brothers were right. George and I had to make some accommodations. George and I were not able to spend the next two weekends together. His parents had planned a family vacation, being afraid, perhaps that with their only child growing up the opportunity for such events was drawing to a close. After all, George was already working this summer to start saving up for his first year's college tuition. We still had two years to go before graduation, but his family wasn't as well of as mine and his parents had not saved up enough money to fund his university career. Actually, George and I saw each other every day that summer. Guy had arranged with an acquaintance of his for us to work a yard crew. I don't know how Guy managed some of the things he did. He was always home, but he seemed to know everyone. And when he needed something done, or wanted something, he was able to come through. He said it was just a matter of knowing the right people. But how he met the "right" people, I'll probably never know. So that gave me some time to work out a solution. Naturally, I went to Guy. Now at this point in time there were somethings about Guy I didn't know that I would learn later, but I did know he had been around long enough to be able to come with some solutions for a lot of problems. I put my cards on the table. "Guy, George and I have been having sex almost every weekend since school let out. He's new at this stuff and is a little bashful about having Ron and Jason around when we fuck. The brothers have been really great about sleeping in the dormitory, but they're beginning to feel that I'm taking advantage of them. Brothers shouldn't do that, I know. What I'm afraid of is that if George and I have to sleep with the brothers in the Upper Room, he'll feel inhibited and won't enjoy making love as much as we do now. I really care for George and he cares for me. We haven't made any long term commitments to each other-mainly because I'm leaving in a couple of years to be a Marine and he's going to go to college out of state. But while we are both here we want to . . . hell, you know what we want to do. What am I going to do?" Guy said nothing. He just looked at me as if I'd just admitted to a mass killing of bunny rabbits. "I do believe that is the longest speech I've ever heard any one make in one breath," he said. "And it made perfect sense. I think the Marines is the wrong career choice for you. You ought to run for President of the U. S. and be Commander-in-Chief. . . . . No, it made too much sense. You'd never win an election." "Now, let's take this a step at a time. You and George are engaging on a regular basis in anal sex, right?" "Yes, Guy. I didn't mean to say that but we are." "Are you being safe? You made a promise to your Dad and me that when you had sex with some one other than one of your brothers you would be safe." "Yes, Guy. George has never been with another boy, or woman, but we are being safe. We always use a rubber when we fuck. We've had oral sex and swallowed cum but that's OK, isn't it? Especially under these circumstances. It's not like we have been playing around the field like a couple of sluts. Since George was a virgin, it's almost the same as it's been with my brothers." "Yes, I suppose it is, Joe. But you have to be careful. You and George . . . and your brothers are playing with fire. One slip and you could get very sick . . . and I don't mean just HIV. There are lots of other diseases out there that you can catch." "I know that, Guy. But using a rubber to suck cock, while I know that's the safest thing to do, sure takes some of the joy out of it." "So does getting sick, Joe. I know you think you're being careful, but I don't want anything to happen to you. Are you absolutely positive that George is what you think he is?" "Of course, Guy. He and I agreed to be exclusive with each other for now and to tell the other if either of us goes astray. Quite frankly, I don't think George would even know how to get in touch with someone else. Besides I trust him and he trusts me. GOD, Guy, it's bad enough using a rubber to fuck." "OK, boy. Calm down. We want to keep this discussion on a reasonable level. Have you been tested?" "You mean for HIV?" "As well as other diseases, yes." "Well you tested us a while back with your handy dandy self test kits." "Other than that?" "No." "OK, while George is on vacation, I think you need to see Dr. Stodard. He'll run the complete battery of tests and get the results back faster than any one I know. When George gets back you need to get him to do the same thing. Dr. Stodard will keep it completely between you two men. George's parents will never know." "What about the bill? Won't the good doctor want to be paid?" "That's not for you to worry about. The good doctor will get his fee." "But Guy, this isn't the help I came to get from you." "I know that, Joe. But sometimes we get so involved in one issue, we lose sight of the details. Let me think a while about what we can do about your other problem. I'm sure we can work it out." "Thanks, Guy. I knew you could come up with something." "That's what Guys are here for, Joe." "That's what Guys are here for?" Jeez, how corny can he get? I really missed George while he was gone. And not just sexually. I didn't mess around with Ron or Jason either. I was a good boy for two whole weeks. However, the four sisters were worked out three or four times a day. I even took breaks from work to find a private spot to "beat the meat". As much as I enjoyed pleasuring myself, and I always had, hand jobs just didn't totally satisfy anymore. The McGees finally returned home-on a Sunday night. There was no opportunity for George and me to get together that night. Monday was hell. We were working together, cutting and trimming and doing general yard work. We had lots of time to talk, but we didn't get into anything very substantial. Our total conversation was about his trip. Then we'd say we missed each other. We usually worked shirtless and the sight of George's bare chest was agonizing for me. He said seeing me half-naked was driving him to distraction. We HAD to get together tonight or I thought I'd bust something. As soon as I got home, I approached Ron and Jason. "Bros, I promise I'm trying to work something out for George and me, but so far there has not been a solution. PLEASE, sleep in the dormitory tonight so George and I can be together. I'll owe you for the rest of my life. I need George-and that's no shit." "OK, Joe. I guess one more night with Dave and Rob won't kill us. But you absolutely have to work something out." "I have Guy working on it right as we speak," I admitted. "GUY? What do you mean he's working on it? Did you tell Guy what was going on?" they said almost in unison. "Look, if Guy can't solve a problem, you know it's not possible to work out. Give me a little credit, bros." "What did you tell Guy was the problem?" "I told him that George and I were having regular sex and that he was too bashful to do stuff with you in the room." "Sheeeit! Joe, you really have it bad. Are you sure you two don't want to get married and have your own kids?" Ron teased. "No, we both know we only have two years and then he's off to college and I'm in the Marines. We have no false expectations." "Jeez, brother. You sound more like Guy all the time." "Regardless of that, you two Shit for Brains. Will you let George and me have the Upper Room for just one more night?" Ron turned to Jason, "What'ya say brother? Shall we let the love birds have the nest tonight?" "OK, but Joe . . .We want the use of our own room and soon." "Cool, bros. Just as soon as we can." "Joe, make it quick." I decided to invite George over for dinner. But first it was necessary to ask Guy. I knew he'd say it was OK, but it was only polite to ask first and I felt the need to score as many points as possible. He had to help me find some way of appeasing the little brothers. I walked into the kitchen. "Guy, uh . . ." "Of course, Joe. Invite George over for dinner. Later I'll call his parents and tell them we finished late and you two hoped it would be OK for George to sleep over. You two will go to work from here. OK?" God, Guy was uncanny. Could he read minds as well as hearts? I called George and told him the plan. He was only too glad to accept. We agreed to leave the over night part to Guy. He knew the senior McGees and could get around any objections they might have better than anyone else. George and I picked at our dinners. I know that Guy had come up with a great meal, but all I could think of was to get George alone in the Upper Room and fuck him like a bunny. I hoped he felt the same. One glance at George across the table told me that he was going to have an orgasm right there at the table if we didn't get upstairs pretty damned quick. "Oh, Joe. There's a letter for you on the counter. There's something else you might want right next to it. Take them both with you," Guy instructed. Sure enough, there was a letter-return address said it was from Dr. Stodard. Right next to it was a tray with two glasses and a pony of wine. I grabbed the letter, George took the tray and we were up the stairs pretty damned quick. As soon as we were in the bedroom, I opened the letter. George put down the tray and put a CD in the player. He turned the CD to a bump and grind piece and started to take off his clothes in time to the music. The letter confirmed that all was well with me health wise. I dropped it on my desk to watch George as he began to strip. His shirt was already on the floor. With his thumbs George pushed his shorts down to just below the beginning of his crack as he turned his back to me. As he turned to face me, his shorts came up in the back. Then he pulled down the front to show off his blond pubic hairs. But nothing else. It was a strip tease in the surest meaning of the word. I couldn't take any more and ripped his shorts from his body. My clothes followed, the shreds of my clothes actually, were thrown in a pile on the floor. My lover immediately fell on my body. He threw me on the bed and began kissing and then sucking on the base of my neck. He sucked so hard, I knew the evidence would be quite visible unless I went to work wearing a turtle neck sweater. George began to nibble and suck his way down my body. He bit my nipples so hard I thought I wouldn't have anything left by the time he was through. Slowly kissing down my torso, he licked at my navel and pulled my pubic hairs with his teeth. George completely by-passed my cock, which was rock hard and trying to poke its way into his eye, sucked my nuts into his mouth and nibbled on them until I thought they would be permanently scrambled. Dropping his attention he attacked that area under the scrotum before inserting his tongue into my rectum. He sucked my opening, nibbling the tender skin. George was slowly eating me alive. I couldn't take anymore of this foreplay. I pushed George onto his back and jumped on top of him, covering his entire body with my mine. Grinding into his body with my pelvis, with my mouth I began to leave my own noticeable brand on his neck, his shoulders and then to his nips. I don't know how it happened but I discovered that during this action I had also driven half my fist into his body-up his ass. George groaned something awful. It was a deep guttural, growl. He was singing in his off key bass voice. If the neighbors or my family couldn't hear him, they should have at least felt the resulting vibrations. (Just a note here. Our nearest neighbors live almost a full city block away.) Passion like this couldn't last long, not even for seventeen-year-old boys. Or maybe ESPECIALLY for seventeen- year-old boys. Our bodies were suddenly glued together by the results of our orgasm. We had each other's spunk all over our bodies. But the passion was spent. Now we could get down to making serious love. We never went to sleep that night. We spent the entire night exploring our bodies. We touched, we kissed, we probed every part of our anatomies. Nothing was spared. We fucked each other at least three times each and spilled huge loads of cum into the other's ass. We sucked cock. We sucked nipples. Hell, I even sucked his thumb until it bled. The sun coming through the window reminded us we had to work that day. There was no way Guy's buddy, Bob, could get by without our help. It was a full day of work and we were in no shape to walk, much less do hard labor for eight hours. The door opened quietly. Guy's head appeared through the opening. "Are you boys awake?" "Yes, Guy. We're awake. We'll be down in a minute." "Never mind, boys. Bob called. He won't need you until this afternoon. Why don't you go back to sleep so you'll be ready to face the day?" How did Guy do it? I'll never know. That was at 6:00. George and I slept until 2:00 in the afternoon, then slowly and a little painfully we climbed out of bed. The marks on our bodies were mute testimony to our attempt to catch up on two weeks of being apart. We stumbled into the shower to pep us up, pulled on work shorts and boots and crept down the stairs. Every part of our bodies hurt. Our muscles felt as if we'd run a marathon followed by the hundred-mile dash. We were in terrible shape. The bottle of wine sat unopened on my desk. Guy was alone in the family room. "You boys look like shit." "Thanks, Guy. We needed that affirmation." "Come on, some caffeine and eggs will do you wonders." We followed Guy into the kitchen. There was a double pot of coffee waiting for us. "Where is everyone, Guy?" "I don't know, but I'm sure they are doing something productive." "Unlike us, you mean," I said just on the shy side of being testy. "Don't worry about it boys, Bob was young once too. Eat up. You look like you need sustenance." Guy left us in the kitchen nursing the results of last night's excesses. When we finished eating, and drinking about a gallon of coffee each, we began to feel more alive. I don't know when I had been so tired and so . . . so . . . I don't know what I was feeling. I felt like shit on one hand, but on the other I couldn't have felt better. George said he felt the same way. It was now 3:00. Bob would can us for sure and there'd go the money George knew he needed to contribute to his college fund. We walked slowly into the family room. Guy was quietly reading a book-Harry Potter. Sheeeit had everyone read that kid's book but me? "Sit down boys, we need to talk." Uh, oh. Here comes the responsibility lecture. If we were lucky we'd be spared the piece about living up to a contract and completing a job once it had been started. "Guy, we need to apologize to Bob and see if we can't get some of his work done," George explained. "I really feel terrible, we let him down at a crucial time." "Don't worry about Bob, boys. He was young once and if I understand the story correctly, there was a time he was actually in love. We have more important things to discuss." "Such as?" I asked trying to not let my tiredness and grumpiness show through my tone of voice. "Such as what to do about your week end sleeping arrangements. Your brothers came to me this morning. They can't do anything in the dormitory without feeling they are contributing to the delinquency of their youngers. And I haven't come up with a solution, yet. Maybe you two can help." "I don't know Guy. I haven't come up with anything," I complained. "George, do you understand the problem we are discussing?" "Yes, sir." Guy may not have approved of the way George dressed at Church, but he had to give my boy friend credit for politeness. "Joe has explained it pretty explicitly." "One thing about Joe," Guy quipped, "he can be explicit. Have you any ideas what to do?" "I'm not sure, sir. I don't really know Ron and Jason very well. Jason is on the soccer team but he's not in our grade at school so I don't know him there and Ron isn't in the high school yet or even on our team. So I don't really know him at all." "George, are you willing to discuss the problem, make a few compromises and reach a solution?" "Sure, Guy . . .I mean, yes, sir." "Good. How about you, Joe? Are you willing to compromise, especially in the short term?" "Sure, Guy." I was feeling a little slaphappy and almost said, "But there's nothing short about George." Fortunately, I held my tongue. Because it was obvious that Guy was being very serious. "First thing, George. I want you to see Dr. Stodard tomorrow. I want you tested for STDs if you are going to be fucking around with my grandson. Understood? You boys bare backed the whole night didn't you, Joe?" "Yes, Guy. But I can explain . . ." "Joe you can't explain anything I don't already know and there's no point in wasting time discussing it. As of now, Joe you are clean. I want the assurance that your boy friend here is just as clean. Nothing right now is as important. After you're tested and come up negative, you can pretty well do what you want. As long as you're exclusive. Clear?" "Clear, Guy." "Good. Now George, did you fuck around with any of the life guards during your vacation?" "GUY! What are you . . .?" "Quiet, Joe. George? Have you behaved yourself?" "Yes sir. Joe and I agreed that until we graduate or until we talk it over first, we'd both be exclusive. I've kept my promise." "And I've kept mine too, Guy." "Good. George, you have an appointment at 10:00 tomorrow morning. Bob has agreed to let you off to see the doctor. Your parents don't need to know unless you tell them." "Yes, sir." "Now to the question of privacy. What can we do? First idea-we can get you a room in a motel. Any comments?" "Someone might see George and rat to his parents, Guy. He's not out to his parents yet." "George, I hate to tell you this, but you're probably more out than you know. But right now that's not the issue. You have to have that discussion when you feel ready and I'm not about to dip my oar in that ocean. But a very good point, Joe." "Second idea-either I'll sleep in the dormitory and give you my room. Or I'll sleep in the dormitory and give my room to Ron and Jason." "Uh, not a good idea, Guy. I guess you know that Rob and Dave have their own issues about wanting some privacy. You would cramp their style more than Jason and Ron do." "Good point, Joe. I'm glad you're willing to think about the feelings of your youngest brothers at a time like this." "Third idea-I can sleep with your father and change your sleeping arrangements as outlined in idea number two." "GOD, Guy. Do we have to bring Dad into this? Does he even know that George spends every week end here?" "Joe, I know your father sometimes appears to be clueless about some aspects of life. But where you boys are concerned he is a very hands on dad. He knows everything that goes on with you boys-everything." "You mean he knows that George and I are . . ." "Everything, Joe. He knows and he understands." "Jesus H. Christ, Guy. We don't have any privacy even when we are alone." "Not even in the bathroom, Joe." "Does Dad have . . ." "Of course not, Joe. Your father would never spy on any of you. He just knows." "But . . ." "But?" asked Guy. "Nothing, Guy." "Now for the time being I can't see any other solution. Your Dad and I have known each other long enough and have shared enough of that life with each other, that I think that may be the best short term solution. But it still means you two boys are putting other people out of their natural habitat, without having to give up a lot of yourselves. Think about that and see what you can do." "Yes, Guy," we answered in unison. "We'll come up with a better solution that doesn't inconvenience anyone else." "Good boys. I knew you'd see how many people have a stake in this. George, Joe received his test results yesterday. I expect you to see Dr. Stodard tomorrow." "Yes, Guy. It'll be done." "I knew it would be. I need a beer. Will you two join me?" We followed Guy into the kitchen. He opened three beers and gave us each one. "Cheers. Here's to a solution everyone can live with," toasted my grandfather. We sat and sipped our beers slowly, enjoying the camaraderie that rarely exists between male persons of different generations. I happened to glance at the clock. It was 5:00. In thirty minutes Bob's workday would be over and George and I had slept late and spent the entire day discussing personal problems. I wondered whether we would have jobs tomorrow. At a quarter to six, Dad and my four brothers came staggering into the house. They were dressed in work clothes, minus shirts, dirty, tired, covered in grass clippings, but looking like they had a wonderful day together. No one has ever said my light bulbs are dull or slow to glow. These five men had spent the day doing our job. No wonder Bob wasn't upset with us being AWOL. He probably had the best crew in the world working for him. As I've said, Guy can work miracles. "George, are you staying for dinner?" asked Guy. "No sir, I've been gone a lot longer than I'd told my parents I would be. I probably need to go. "I've called your mother already. She's not expecting you until in the morning. We could put plan three into effect immediately for tonight." Both George and I responded with a heart felt "Thank you, Guy." That night, as George and I cuddled in bed, we talked. We had to come up with a permanent solution. I think we did and then we slept. It was the first night we'd spent together that we didn't have sex beyond very calm touches and quiet kisses. My last thought before falling into a deep slumber was, `How much of their lives did Dad and Guy share?'