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by
Erastes
Copyright 2017 by Erastes
Chapter
58
- Saying Goodbye.
When I woke up on Monday morning, I was already thinking ahead to the calling hours. Braedon had said he wanted to go, but I couldn't help but wonder how was he going to react and what he might do once we got there? I know he seemed relieved that his father was no longer in the picture, and his dad wasn't lurking around as a potential threat, but would that change when he saw him lying in the casket? I wasn't sure, but I felt it would be best if I was ready for anything.
After I fixed breakfast and we'd filled our stomachs, we got dressed, hopped on our bikes, and headed over to the park. We ran into Danny and Alex at the end of the driveway, and I quickly realized that no one had told them the news.
"Guys, I'm afraid the boys won't be coming here for lunch either today or tomorrow, so take your things with you to the park. I have to leave at noon both days because I have another commitment, and the other boys will explain it all to you when you see them."
Other than looking confused, they didn't say anything in response and we all rode to the park together. After we locked up our bikes, Braedon followed me into the building and it appeared he wasn't about to leave my side. I didn't have a problem with this under the circumstances, because I had a good idea why he was doing this and what he was going through. He even stayed with me when I told Paul I'd be leaving at noon today and tomorrow, and that Owen knew about it and had approved, since Patty and Tom would be showing up before I left. I actually wanted to tell him more, but I didn't want to do it in front of Braedon, although I suspected the other boys would explain the situation to him, Patty, and Tom later.
I ended up spending most of my time with Braedon, but I still took a few minutes to explain to the kids in the acting group that we wouldn't be doing anything with the play either today or tomorrow. I told them to spend the time memorizing their lines instead, and then we'd pick up our normal routine on Wednesday. Luckily, they merely agreed to do this and didn't ask any questions.
As soon as Patty and Tom showed up, I said goodbye and told them Paul would explain things later, and then Braedon and I took off for the house. After I fixed us both a quick lunch and we'd taken a few moments to enjoy it, I led him to the bedroom and we undressed so we could take a quick shower first. I decided to wash Braedon to ensure he was clean, because he seemed to be lost in a mild daze. After we'd dried off, we went back to the bedroom and I told him to get clean underwear out of his suitcase, while I laid out his suit, dress shirt, tie, and shoes for him to wear. I then hurried to get dressed at the same time, because I wanted to check him over to make sure he looked good before we left, but I also knew I'd probably have to tie his tie.
After making sure we both looked presentable, I glanced at the clock and saw that we had a few minutes to spare. Seeing we didn't have to rush, I wrapped my arms around him, looked into his eyes, and spoke. "Are you sure you're ready to do this?"
"Yeah, I want to be there for my mom. I got a feelin' there won't be many other people showin' up after what my dad did."
"You may be right about that, but I'll be there the entire time, so just let me know if you need anything."
"I will, but I want you to stay with me and not go anywhere. I want you to stand beside me and hold my hand the whole time we're there."
"Ok, I can do that."
I then led him out to the car and drove over to the O'Malley Funeral Home, because that's where his mother had said she'd made the arrangements. While we were walking up to the building, someone inside opened the door and greeted us, and then he pointed out where we needed to go, so I led Braedon to the appropriate viewing room.
As we entered, I immediately spotted the wooden casket sitting on a bier in front of the far wall, and I also noticed Braedon's mother was sitting on a chair located on the left side of the room. There were several other chairs next to hers, and there were even more chairs situated in rows in the center of the room for those coming to pay their respects. I led Braedon to where his mom was sitting, and she stood up when she saw us approaching.
"Honey, how are you holding up?" she asked as she stretched out her arms out so she could pull her son against her body. He quickly let go of my hand so he could wrapped his arms around her waist as he gave her a hug in return.
"I'm doin' good, but I'm glad you let me stay with Mr. Roberson. He's been great!"
"I knew he would be," she replied before turning her attention to me. "Marshall, thank you so much for taking care of him for me. There's been a lot going on at the house and a great many things for me to do, so I'm grateful that you were watching him."
"It's been my pleasure."
"Braedon, dear, would you like me to go with you to the casket so you can see your dad?"
Braedon glanced in that direction, gulped, and then looked at his mom. "Can Mr. Roberson go with us too?"
"Certainly."
After Braedon reached out his left hand to take his mother's hand, he reached over to take a hold of my hand again with his right hand. We then made our way up to the casket, and when we got closer Braedon peered inside and stared at his dad's body.
"He doesn't look like he was shot," he said, catching both of us off-guard. There were no tears or any emotion in his voice when he said this, and it was merely a very straight forward observation.
"That's because he was shot in the body, not in the head, so those wounds are covered by the clothes," his mother explained.
Braedon merely nodded, but then he spoke again. "Why didn't he like me?"
"Honey, he didn't dislike you, it's just that you two were so different. You didn't have much in common, except that you were related, so I don't think he knew how to act or what to say when he was around you."
"But he would have hated me if he knew I was gay?"
"Honey, don't take it personally, because it had nothing to do with you. It was all about him and the warped way he thought. I'm not sure what happened to make him feel that way about gays, but I have a feeling there was something in his past that made him act that way, and it's also what got him killed. He was just so full of hate that he couldn't control himself or let it go."
I'm not sure if Braedon understood what she was saying, or if it had even answered his question. He had specifically asked about his relationship with his dad, not about his father's attitude in general, so I was unsure if he'd been able to relate one to the other. There was, however, something I was aware of during their exchange, and it was that he had a death grip on my hand the entire time. I wasn't sure if he was holding his mother's hand just as tightly, but if he was then I'm surprised she hadn't screamed out in pain.
When his mother suggested that we sit in the chairs next to her, we agreed. They were placed there for the family to use when there was no one for them to greet when they came to pay their respects. Prior to sitting down, however, Braedon asked if he could sit on my lap. I didn't think that would be a good idea, since I didn't know who else might be showing up, so I told him to just sit between his mother and me, and then I placed an arm around his shoulders.
Even though I knew Braedon wanted me there for him and didn't want me to leave, I didn't feel that I belonged in the seats meant for family members. I wasn't sure if other family members might be stopping by eventually, and I didn't want my presence to create a problem or become a distraction. I also didn't want anyone else showing up to assume that I was part of the family as well.
In the end, none of those concerns really mattered, because only a handful of people showed up. There were three people who told us they'd worked with Braedon's dad at Link Manufacturing, and near the end of the calling hours four other people showed up. I was told they were related to Braedon's father, but they merely paid their respects and then left. Once they were gone, Braedon's mother told me those people had never gotten along very well with her husband, so she was surprised they had even taken the time to come. Then, she joked that maybe they'd merely showed up to make sure he was dead.
I was torn during this time, because I would have preferred to pay my respects to Colton, but I learned his body had already been shipped back to where his parents lived. They were going to hold services and bury him there, since it was where he'd grown up.
Braedon and I stayed with his mother until calling hours ended, and during that time we'd been able to chat about a variety of different topics, because most of the time we were basically alone. "It doesn't surprise me that only a few people showed up, especially after what he did," Braedon's mother stated. "I had a feeling not many would stop by, because my husband didn't get along very well with most people, including his relatives. I'm not sure the turnout would have been any better if he'd died of natural causes either, because he had an unfortunate habit of turning people off and making enemies."
I didn't know what to say in response, so I merely gave her a hug and offered what I thought was an appropriate comment. "Some people have that effect on others, but I think you handled yourself beautifully today."
"Thank you, and thank you for being here for Braedon. I can see that I was right about him needing you. Tomorrow shouldn't take as long, but I hope you'll be here for him as well."
"I will, and I was wondering if the service will be held here or at a church?"
"I agreed to have it done here. I had difficulty finding a member of the clergy who would even agree to perform the service, since my husband wasn't a member of any church. After calling nearly every church in town, I eventually found a minister who would do it for me, although not at his church. He agreed to do a brief service at the funeral home and a graveside ceremony at the cemetery afterward. Just so you know, my husband will be interred at the cemetery on Elm Street, since he already had a plot there, next to his parents. I was told they'd purchased the three plots shortly before they died, which happened before we were married. He was very young when they passed away, so he had to go live with an aunt and uncle."
"I see," I replied, but this new revelation got me thinking. Could it be that his uncle had possibly done things to him after he went there to live, and could that be the reason he had such a hatred for gays? Did such an experience cause him to hate anyone who was attracted to the same sex? Coming back to the present, I thought I'd assure her of something else.
"I want you to know that Braedon can stay with me as long as you'd like, in the event that you need some additional time to deal with this situation without having to worry about him."
"Thank you, and maybe it would be best if he spent the rest of the week with you. There are still a few reporters hanging around the house trying to get me to answer questions about why my husband did those things. I'd rather not have to worry about them trying to ask Braedon those same questions."
"I understand, and it's not a problem. Why don't I call you on Sunday to see if that's still going on. If things are back to normal, I can bring him home that evening or Monday after work."
"He still has his bike, doesn't he?"
"Yes, he does, but he won't be able to handle the suitcase on it, so I'll put his bike in the trunk and his other things in the backseat when I bring him home."
"Thank you. I didn't think about that. You've been a godsend, and I can definitely see how happy he is being with you, even under these awful circumstances."
"I'm just glad I'm able to help. He has enough to deal with, so I just want to make this as easy for him as I can."
Braedon gave his mother a hug and kiss before we left, and I could tell she really didn't want to let go of him. If the situation had been better, I knew she would have preferred to take him home, but she was doing what she thought was best for him, not for herself. When they eventually broke their hold on each other, Braedon and I went out to get in the car and took off.
On the way back I decided that I'd rather not prepare anything this evening, and seeing we were already dressed up, I took Braedon to a fairly nice restaurant for dinner. Several older people stopped us to comment about how amazing 'my son' and I looked all dressed up, and Braedon grinned as I thanked them for their kind words.
"I like when people think I'm your son. I never felt like that when I went any place with my mom and dad, cuz no one ever stopped us to say stuff like that."
"It was definitely nice of them to say those things, but it was only because we were both wearing suits."
"I know, but it still made me feel good."
We soon placed our orders, and when our food was brought to the table we enjoyed a very delicious meal. I even convinced Braedon to order dessert, since I thought he needed something special to keep his spirits up, but since he'd already eaten so much, he wasn't able to finish it. That's when he asked me to share it with him, which I was happy to do, since I still had the spoon that I'd used for my coffee. Once we'd polished the dessert off too, I paid the bill, left a tip, and we headed back to the house. I was ready to relax, since it had been such a long and draining afternoon.
"What would you like to do when we get back to the house?"
"I want to sit on your lap and watch somethin' on TV."
"Ok, that's fine with me too. I'll even give you the remote and let you decide what we're going to watch."
He seemed to like that idea too, so when we got back we took off our suits and hung them up for tomorrow, and then we used the toilet before heading to the living room. We were just in our underwear, which had been his idea, and as we were sitting down on the sectional, I handed him the remote. After he was seated on my lap, he began looking for something to watch and settled on the movie, "Young Guns." It was an older film, but it was still enjoyable, and he cuddled against my chest as we watched it.
When it ended, I asked him if he was ready for bed. "Yeah, I'm kinda tired, but I want you to hold me while I'm sleepin'."
"I can do you one better than that, because I'm going to do something to make sure you sleep well."
When we finished getting ready for bed and he was lying on the mattress, I lowered his briefs and attacked his penis. I felt he would sleep a lot better if he got off first, so I gave him the best blowjob I was capable of and listened to him ooh and aah as I worked my magic. As soon as he'd unloaded into my mouth and I'd made sure he was completely drained, I pulled up his briefs again and held him as we fell asleep.
On Tuesday morning, things went about the same as they had the previous day, since we knew we'd be leaving at noon again to get ready for the funeral. Paul asked how everything had gone the day before, and I told him 'amazingly well', and then the other boys spent some time with us before we left. I was proud of all of them, because they'd merely wanted to make sure Braedon was doing all right, and then they told us they'd see us the following day when Braedon and I took off on our bikes.
When we reached the house, I boiled us both a couple of hot dogs, and then we finished off the potato and macaroni salads that were left over from Sunday. When we were done, we went to the bathroom to brush our teeth and wash up, and then we put on our suits again before driving over to the funeral home.
Braedon hadn't said very much while we were eating or getting ready, and he didn't say a word as we were driving to the funeral home. I was beginning to worry about what was going on in his mind as we entered the building and walked to the viewing room, but his face lit up as soon as he saw his mother. He raced over to give her a hug, and she kissed him and hugged him back. I also noticed there was no one else present when the minister asked if he should begin.
After she assured him he could start the service, the minister read a few passages from the Bible and talked about heaven, but he never offered any personal comments about the deceased. I wasn't sure if that had been his idea or Braedon's mother, but in the end it made for an extremely short service.
When it ended, the minister told us he'd meet us at the cemetery, because the funeral director and his assistants where ready to load the coffin into the hearse. Since there were no pall bearers and the coffin was more than the three of them could handle alone, they asked if I'd assist them when we got to the gravesite. I agreed to do that, because I knew they wouldn't be able to use the gurney at the cemetery due to the uneven terrain.
After that had been cleared up, Braedon's mother asked us to ride to the cemetery with her in the funeral home's limousine, and of course we agreed. Once we were inside, Braedon asked if he could sit on my lap, and at first I wasn't sure how to respond. I looked over at his mother to see how she was reacting to his request, and when I saw that she was smiling, I agreed to let him do it.
"You're really good with him," she stated when she saw him lean against my chest.
"As long as it helps him, I'm happy to do whatever it takes."
"I'm glad he has you to rely on, otherwise this might be a lot rougher on him than it seems to be now."
"Braedon and I have talked a great deal about this situation, so I'm familiar with what he's going through and how he feels. For the most part, I think he's been able to find a way to deal with his grief and work through his innermost feelings."
"I told Mr. Roberson that I'd feel a lot better if he was my dad," Braedon offered as soon as I finished speaking.
"Honey, even though your father wasn't very affectionate, he still took good care of us and made sure we had a nice place to live and most of the things we needed."
"Yeah, I know, and I'm glad he did that for us, but he never did stuff with me. Mr. Roberson's different and he's willing to spend time with me and the other boys, like when he takes us swimmin, spends time with us at the park, or just sits down to talk to us when we need to do that."
"I know, and I'm glad you have him to do those things with you. I just don't want you to only have bad memories of your father."
"I won't, cuz I know we wouldn't have had those other things if it wasn't for him, but I just wish he liked me enough to do those other things with me too."
"Like I said before, it wasn't that he didn't like you, but he was just not the kind of man who knew how to show affection or give us the type of positive attention that we needed from him."
"Yeah, I know, so not everything I remember will be bad."
"I'm glad to hear that," she agreed as the limo stopped and we got out.
I helped to carry the casket and place it above the grave, and then I went back to stand with Braedon and his mother as the minister said a few final words. I think it was the shortest graveside ceremony I'd ever been to, although none of them were ever very long, and then we got back in the limo and returned to the funeral home.
When we got there, I asked Braedon's mother if she was going to be all right going home by herself, and she assured me she wouldn't have any trouble driving back to the house. As soon as we said goodbye to her, Braedon and I got into my car and headed back to the house, seeing she'd agreed to let him stay with me a few more days.
As we were taking off our suits, Braedon looked at me and spoke. "I never thanked you for what you did for me last night, before we went to sleep. That really helped a lot."
"I'm glad. I thought it might help you have a better night's sleep."
"Yeah, it did, but do you think we could do something now too?"
"Sure. What did you have in mind?"
"I want to do what we did when the other boys were here. I need you to make me feel loved again."
"You are loved, and I'll do that for you if you want, but I hope you're not confusing sex with love."
"Nah, I'm not, but it's different when I do it with you. When the other boys fuck me, I know it's just sex, but when you do it, I can really tell you love me."
"That's because I love you whether we're having sex or not."
"I know, but I feel it more when your cock is in me and we both cum after doin' it."
"That's fine with me, if it's what you want."
I then went to grab a towel and placed it on the bed. Braedon was laying down on it almost as soon as it was in place, which merely emphasized how eager he was to do this. I decided to take my time and not rush today, since it was all about him feeling loved, and I did the same things that I often did with Hunter. Although we had just taken off our suits and Braedon was only in his underwear, I didn't let that affect what we were about to do.
I started kissing Braedon first, and although we'd done this before, he attacked my mouth with an urgency I'd never seen from him. It was as if he was using this activity to test how much I loved him, as well as to prove how much he loved me. His tongue was like a heat-seeking missile as it attacked my mouth and sought out my tongue, and he sounded as if he was purring while he was doing this. I almost hated to stop him, but I was convinced he was going to make the kiss last for a really long time, and I knew there were other things he'd enjoy doing just as much.
After we ended the kiss, I went to work on his neck and ears for a brief time and elicited moans of pleasure in response, and then I removed his tee-shirt and attacked his nipples next. I used my tongue to toy with the tiny nubs until they were erect and standing out from his chest, and then I gently nipped on each one with my teeth before I began to tweak them with my fingers and suck on them with my mouth. Braedon's head was swaying from side to side while I was doing this and he was moaning loudly, so I knew it was working even better than I'd hoped. I then began to work my way down his chest, kissing and gently nibbling on his skin as I moved lower, and I didn't stop until I reached the waistband on his underwear.
After I'd removed them, I attacked his scrotum next and tugged on the loose skin with my fingers, nipped at the wrinkled flesh with my teeth, and eventually took both testicles into my mouth. After I'd moved them around with my tongue and gently sucked on them, I began to hum, knowing the sound vibrations would radiate through them and provide him with even more pleasurable feelings. When I eventually let his testicles fall from my mouth, I decided to leave his penis alone for now, because I wanted to wait and see how things played out. I lifted his legs and pushed them back to his chest so I could rim him instead.
I lowered my head and flicked out my tongue so I could work on his wrinkled pucker, and Braedon sighed when my oral muscle came into contact with his skin. At first, I merely ran my tongue around the sensitive opening, but then I used it to penetrate the area as well. Braedon was moaning and wiggling beneath me as I toyed with the most private part of his body, and after doing that for a short time, I grabbed the lube so I could prepare him for what was going to happen next.
As soon as he was stretched and lubed, I slipped on the condom and greased it up too, and then I placed the head of my penis at his opening and began to push my way inside. Braedon was moaning as my penis entered him and slid down his chute, and as soon as my thighs touched his butt cheeks, I leaned forward, kissed him again, and began to thrust in and out of his rectum.
Within seconds, Braedon was pushing his hips upward and rubbing his penis against my abdomen, so I adjusted my effort to mirror what he was doing. Once we'd settled into a into a comfortable rhythm, we continued our erotic mating dance, and then a couple of minutes later Braedon grunted, his body stiffened, and his penis began spitting out thin ropes of cum. Although his muscles were also clamping down on my penis while this was taking place, it wasn't nearly enough to stop my efforts, and I continued thrusting into him. It wasn't until several minutes later that I also reached the brink of sexual gratification and erupted into the condom, but I left my penis embedded in him until we had both recovered.
When I eventually withdrew my wilting organ from his docking ring, I bent over and began to lick the cum off of his chest. This elicited a series of giggles and caused him to squirm, just as he'd done before. After there was nothing left for me to feast upon, I kissed him again and allowed him taste the remnants of cum that remained on my lips. While we were sharing his unique flavor, his arms shot up, wrapped around my neck, and his mouth attacked mine.
"Man, that was incredible," he gasped after our lips finally separated. "We've done all of those things before, just not at the same time, and I don't think I've ever shot that hard before. Thank you, cuz doing that really made me feel loved."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, because I did too, but I think we'd better go shower now so I can fix something to eat, or aren't you hungry?"
"I am, but I want to stay here with you a while longer. Will you lay beside me on the bed and just hold me for a few more minutes?"
"Sure, I can do that," I agreed as I lay on the bed next to him.
After I slid my arm under his body, I used it to pull him onto my body so we were laying chest-to-chest. He smiled before placing his head between my nipples, and then he sighed as he totally relaxed. That's how we stayed for the next twenty minutes, but when my stomach growled Braedon's head lifted off my chest.
"Ok, we can go shower now, cuz I'm gettin' hungry too."
After he rolled off me, we got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to clean up. As we showered, I thought about how pleased I was that he done so well getting through these last two days.
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http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/different-points-of-view/
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/a-throw-away-kid/
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-guardian/
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/chance-of-a-lifetime/
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