Date: Thu, 24 Nov 2016 03:51:01 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jay Carrington <jcee1113@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Son and His Friends - Chapter 47

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Chapter 47 - My Son and His Friends

Dad and I made the trip to Fort Valley and back in good time.  We visited
one of the local peach orchards there and bought two bushels of peaches.
As I sat there peeling peaches, I rethought my decision to buy two bushes a
number of times.  I love to smell fresh peaches, but I really do not care
for the yuck that I have to deal with from peeling over-ripe peaches.  You
might think, well save some for tomorrow, but with over-ripe peaches you
can't wait another day as they go bad quickly.  Okay, so back to the story.
Dad joined me and we peeled peaches until Ryan came home.  We stopped to
spend some time with him and to hear about his trip to Wild Adventures.

After we were caught up, I went to the kitchen and prepared a fresh peach
cobbler.  I placed it in the oven and resumed peeling more peaches.  I
sliced some and left some of the smaller firmer not so ripe ones for
tomorrow as I wanted to try my hand at making pickled peaches.  I finally
finished peeling the larger riper peaches, washed my hands, sugared down
the sliced peaches, and started them cooking on the stove so that I could
bag them for the freezer later.  The peaches cooked for a while and after
they came to a slight boil, I turned them off and removed them from the
heat source to cool.  About that time, Phil came through the door and
smiled when he smelled the peach cobbler and its smell of cinnamon in the
air.  He asked where the boys were, and I told him that they were over at
Jay's.  He asked me to call them as he was ready to go fishing.  I called
Meredith, while Phil changed into a pair of shorts and old shirt to go
fishing.  I called Dad, told him that Phil was home and was ready to go
fishing.  I suggested that he might want to change clothes, and he did.
The boys came charging in the house with Ryan and Myles heading to Phil to
give him a hug and a "Thank you" for arranging the fishing trip.  Phil took
the boys in his truck while Dad and I followed in the Denali.

Phil knew exactly where we were going, but I didn't and I thought we would
never get there.  Finally, we arrived at a gate.  Phil got out, put in the
combination, opened the gate, drove through, motioned for me to drive
through, closed the gate, locked it, got back in his truck, and we followed
a rutted road to a large pond.  The pond had several weeping willows on its
edge and it also had a few old oak trees nearby.  It was a picturesque
scene.  Everybody got out and claimed their area around the pond.  Phil and
Dad took a spot near each other while I moved around so that I could be
about halfway between the boys, just in case.  Phil split the worms and
crickets between all of us that he had bought on his way home.  Rob was not
crazy about the idea of using crickets, but after he caught his first fish,
that was not a problem anymore.  Ryan caught the first fish and then,
everybody started pulling in fish.  We finally decided to call it quits
around dark.  We loaded up the cooler that was filled with bass and trout
and headed home.

When we got home, Dad took the boys out back and they began to gut and cut
the fish up for frying while I called in an order for pizza.  After I
placed the order, I headed to my room and took a shower.  As I was
dressing, I heard the doorbell ring and then, I heard Phil answer it.  He
paid for the pizza, and I heard him talking to the delivery guy.  In a few
minutes, I heard the front door close.  I walked into the kitchen as Phil
walked in and placed the pizzas on the counter.  He said "Doug, I think I
really shocked the delivery guy, I think he was looking for you, but when I
opened the door, he almost dropped the pizzas and finally stuttered out
that the pizzas were here.  I asked if he caught the guy's name, and he
said yeah "Dakota."  I just stood there, and then, I said "That was one of
the Posse."  Phil said "Well, he is a hunk.  I am surprised that you are
not chasing him, rather than him chasing you."  I could not believe Phil's
attitude.  I walked to the porch and told Dad and the boys that the pizza
had arrived.  Dad said "Now that was good timing.  We have just finished
with the fish, and I buried the remains in one of the flower beds while the
boys rinsed off in the backyard.  Dad said that he would be in shortly as
he had to wash up before he came inside.

I walked back into the house, pulled several large bottles of Coca-Cola
from the pantry, filled the large Solo cups with ice, poured the Coca-Cola
in them, and had them ready for the boys.  Everybody grabbed a plate, put a
couple of slices of pizza on it, grabbed a drink and stood around the
counter.  In a few minutes, the pizzas were history, and I swear they boys
were looking at me for something else to eat.  I held my hands up and said
"That's all I have, honest!"  Ryan said "But you can cook!"  I said "Not
tonight.  I am tired from fishing."  In a few minutes Rob, Jay, and Myles
went home and Ryan, Dad, Phil and I sat in the family room and talked.
Ryan shared some pictures from Wild Adventures with us, and we listened to
more of his stories of everything that he saw and got to do.  Finally, he
slowed down, and I called it a night.  Everybody headed to their rooms.

Phil and I lay down on our bed without pulling the comforter and sheets
down.  I got up, turned off the lights and lay back just like I was before
I got up.  Phil said "Doug, so how were things with you and your Dad
today?"  I lay there and finally, I said "They were good, I wanted to ask
questions, but he told me that he was not going to reveal much more than he
had already said.  I guess I just want to know who."  Phil said "It might
be a good thing that you don't know."  I said "Maybe, but I am curious."
Phil said "Doug, your Dad took a big chance last night when he opened up to
the both of us.  I don't want you to alienate or judge him wrongly because
you are really striving to have a stronger and more meaningful relationship
with him.  I said "You are right. I can tell you that I would never have
guessed that my Dad would do the things that he described.  I always
thought that he and mom shared the same religious views, but like I have
witnessed before, what I think and what it is are two different things.  I
talked to him throughout the day and included him in everything that I did.
I guess you could say I was shocked beyond words when he made his
revelations last night."  Phil said "Doug, it was not easy for him, but he
did it to make you feel better and for us to feel comfortable around him.
Do not waste any time, go to him tomorrow and tell him how proud you are
that he shared that part of his life with you and that you accept him
unconditionally."  We talked about other stuff and finally, Phil said "I am
ready to call it a night." He rolled off the bed, stood up, pulled the
covers back, stripped to his boxer briefs and got in on his side of the
bed.  Being that I was left lying there, I did the same thing.  I pulled
Phil to me and soon his rhythmic breathing lulled me to sleep.

I woke up early the next morning and slipped into the shower while Phil was
still asleep.  I finished my morning rituals, dressed for the day and
headed to the kitchen.  I was intent on cooking a big breakfast of bacon,
scrambled eggs, hash-browns, and fresh biscuits.  I knew Dad would be up
shortly to make his coffee, so I worked as diligently as I could to get
most of the things underway before he was underfoot.  I had mixed the dough
for the biscuits and had patted them out on the griddle, had the grits
cooking and the hash-browns and eggs ready to go into the skillet when Dad
arrived.  He asked me why I was up so early, and I told him that I was
planning a big breakfast as I would not have much of a lunch since we were
going to have the fish fry later in the afternoon.  He smiled and said "You
always have an answer don't you?"  I smiled and said "Of course."  I placed
the biscuits in the oven.

In a few minutes, Phil walked into the family room dressed for his day's
work.  He sat down and listened to the news and said "It is going to be a
hot one today.  I hope the guys on the crew are ready for it."  He then
looked over at me and asked if I could go buy 5 igloo water coolers and
bring them to him later in the morning after I had rinsed them out and
filled them with ice and a little water.  I told him that I could and
looked over at Dad and said "You got that?"  He smiled and nodded his head.
I began to work with the hash-browns and then the scrambled eggs.  I took
the biscuits out of the oven, placed them on a plate, and took several
different types of jelly out of the refrigerator.  As I was starting to
cook the scrambled eggs, I asked Dad to wake Ryan up, and he did.  Soon
Ryan was dressed and ready to eat breakfast with the rest of us.

Phil finished eating, put his plate in the sink, and started out the door
when Ryan stopped him by asking "When were the boys going to get to go to
work with him?"  Phil looked at me and said "Ryan, I think that as long as
your Granddad is here, you need to spend time with him.  We will talk about
you guys coming to work with me later, but the weather is too hot for you
to be out in it for as long as my men have to work.  Ryan looked at me, and
I said "I agree with Phil."  Amazingly nothing else was said.

We cleaned the kitchen and as we were doing that, I had Ryan call to check
on Myles.  He reported back that Michelle had to work the day shift, so
Myles would spend the day with us.  I told Ryan to tell him to come on down
and be prepared to run some errands with us.  In a few minutes, Myles
showed up and we all loaded into the Denali and headed off to do some
shopping.

We made our first stop at Wal-Mart and I purchased the five Igloo water
coolers that Phil wanted.  I looked around and decided to buy a propane gas
fish cooker and two gallons of cooking oil.  I purchased the items that I
needed to finish out the menu for the fish fry which would include: the
fish, French fries, onion rings, hushpuppies, baked beans, and Cole slaw.
We left the store and headed home.  As I put the groceries in the house, I
directed Ryan and Myles to rinse out the water coolers and to fill them up
halfway with water.  After doing that, they loaded them back into the
Denali along with one of my coolers, and we set off to find the nearest ice
machine.  I bought four 20 pound bags of ice.  We carefully put it in the
water coolers so that the water would be cold for the workers and also so
we would have plenty of ice for the drinks at the fish fry.  We loaded back
up in the Denali and headed to one of Phil's work sites.

I drove up, and all of the workers stopped and stared at us.  Phil walked
over, and I opened the back door of the Denali.  Phil pulled one of the
water coolers out and motioned for the guys to come on over.  As the
workers made their way to the Denali, they began to tell me that I was an
answer to a prayer.  Ryan and Myles stood back and watched the guys as they
drank their water.  They both walked the work site and looked at what the
men had been doing.  Phil then took the other four water coolers, loaded
them in his truck and said that he would deliver them to the other sites in
a few minutes.

We loaded back up and headed home.  On the way home, Ryan and Myles talked
about what they had witnessed and that the work looked really hard.  I said
"Now, do you understand why Phil has not asked you to go to work with him?"
Ryan said "Probably, but we need to earn some money."  I said "Ryan, there
are a lot of other jobs that you can do to earn money, but if you are
intent on working with Phil, I think that would be a good idea as you will
learn what hard work is."  Dad said "Ryan, you need to listen to your Dad.
I think some hard work would be good for you, but we have worked really
hard to give you a life where you don't have to work in that environment.
There is absolutely nothing wrong with that type of work, and it is honest
work.  It will build muscles, character and a good work ethic."

We drove into the driveway and everybody got out and headed into the house.
Ryan called Rob and Jay to come over, and they did.  I began to make the
Cole slaw so that I could put it in the refrigerator and let the flavors
meld together.  Dad walked into the kitchen and said "Doug, you know, your
mom would have made potato salad for the fish fry."  I just looked at him,
turned around and checked to see if I had potatoes.  I didn't have enough
so I sent Ryan with Dad to the grocery store to buy some potatoes while I
planned the cooking order.  Dad and Ryan returned with the potatoes, and I
began to peel and cube them up to boil.  I began to cook the potatoes and
while they were cooking, I boiled four eggs, located the mayonnaise, the
mustard, the sweet pickle cubes, and the paprika. After the potatoes were
cooked, I drained them and let them cool.  I diced the eggs, and mixed them
with the mayonnaise, mustard, and sweet pickle cubes.  I then added that
mixture to the potatoes and sprinkled some paprika on the top of the salad
to be festive.  I placed the salad in the refrigerator.  I turned around
and walked outside to see what the boys were doing, and they were not in
the backyard, they weren't in the family room, they weren't in the garage,
so where were they?

I walked down to Ryan's room, and they were sitting around the room talking
about Phil and his work.  I heard Ryan say, "They have to work outside in
the heat, and they sweat and they smell awful."  I had to smile, and I
headed back to the family room knowing that this work experience was not
going to happen.  Dad came in from the backyard and sat down with me.  I
asked him what he had been doing, and he told me that he had been out
looking at Phil's work with the waterfall.  He said that he thought he
would like to put one in at his house.  I smiled and said "It is unique and
so nice to listen to late at night."  He shook his head in agreement.

In a few minutes the boys joined us and they were excited about the fish
fry and wanted to know if I was going to cook all of the fish.  I told them
that I was, being that we would be feeding around twelve to fifteen people.
I kicked back and began to watch a movie.  The boys joined me all clustered
around my feet.  Dad looked over at me and smiled.  I have always enjoyed
having them around me and today was no exception.  As we watched the movie
there was ongoing dialogue about the events in the movie and guesses as to
what was going to happen next.  I had to chuckle several times because the
astute predictors turned out to be oh so wrong.

Around four thirty, I got up and began to mix the batter for the onion
rings, the batter for the hushpuppies and began to prepare the baked beans.
In the meantime, Dad and Ryan brought the fish cooker from the garage and
set it up in the backyard and filled it with the cooking oil.  Dad lit the
burner and let the cooking oil get hot.  I set up a small table near the
cooker so that I could place the to be cooked food there, and Dad could
also place the cooked food there for me to pick up and take back inside.  I
carried the hushpuppy mix out around five fifteen and Dad began to cook
them.  After he finished with the hushpuppies, I took them in and placed
them in the warm oven. I carried the fish to Dad and he began to cook them
just as the other guests began to arrive.  Meredith and Michelle began to
set the stuff from the refrigerator out on the counter as well as the
plastic plates, knives, forks, spoons, and cups.  I stirred the baked beans
to make sure that they were not sticking to the skillet and sent Christina
out to bring in the fish that Dad had cooked.  She placed them in the warm
oven and took the onion rings batter and onion rings to Dad.  She helped
Dad batter and drop them into the hot grease.  She brought those in, placed
them in the oven and took the frozen French fries out to be cooked.  As she
was bringing the cooked fries in, Phil entered and everyone congratulated
him on being on time.  He walked on through the house, showered and
redressed to be with us.  In the meantime, we began to fix our plates and
move around the house and yard to find a place to eat.  Phil joined us in a
few minutes.  It was a good thing that we had caught a good mess of fish as
everybody truly enjoyed them along with the other foods.  After everyone
finished eating, there was very little left over.  We cleaned the kitchen
and sat around the family room talking about life in general and Ryan's
upcoming birthday party.  Meredith, Christina, and Michelle volunteered to
help with the set-up and clean-up.  I graciously accepted their help as I
had a few other things that I felt I need to attend to that day.

Around nine thirty, everyone had left the house leaving Ryan, Dad, Phil and
me alone.  Ryan said "I don't know about you guys, but I am going for a
swim before I go to bed" and he walked out and jumped into the pool.  Dad
looked at me and said "That sounds like a good idea" and he joined Ryan in
the pool.  Phil and I sat there and looked at one another for a few
minutes.  I got up and said "I need to go get them towels because they will
need them in a few minutes."  I walked to the laundry room and grabbed
several towels that I had washed, dried, and folded.  I walked through the
family room and out to the pool.  I stopped dead in my tracks as there were
all of Ryan's and Dad's clothes on one of the chaise lounges.  I looked at
them as they were having a water war.  They stopped and Dad said "It's just
us Doug, you and Phil should join us."  I walked back to the family room
and told Phil about the invitation.  He asked me what I was going to do.  I
said "Phil, I don't want to make a big issue out of this, but I think I am
going to join them.  What about you?"  Phil paused, looked at the floor and
then at me and said "I will get in the pool with you guys, but I am not
comfortable being naked with your Dad."  I decided to not push the issue,
so I said "If that is what you want, I am okay with it.  Let's go spend
some quality time with them.  Phil said "Let me grab my phone, I want some
pictures of the water wars."

Phil grabbed his phone, walked out to the pool with me, and pulled off his
shorts, shoes, and shirt while I stripped completely.  I jumped in while
Phil chose to wade in using the steps.  Dad greeted Phil with a blast of
water to the chest and face when Phil stopped wading into the deeper
section.  Phil yelled, and the war was on.  It was Dad and Ryan against
Phil and me.  We played in the pool for a long time and thoroughly enjoyed
ourselves.  Finally, Phil decided that he needed to call it a night as he
had an early morning.  He got out of the pool, dried off, took a few
pictures of us still in the pool and then sat down on one of the chaise
lounges.  I began to make my way out of the pool when both Dad and Ryan
decided to join me.  Phil sat down and watched us as we walked out of the
pool and began to dry off.  After a while he said "It is most interesting
to see three generations of the Brunson men naked.  You can definitely see
that you guys are related."  I looked at him, and he said "I am not joking,
every one of you have distinct similarities, but the only way for you guys
to see it is for me to take a picture."  I looked at Phil and said "Naked?"
He said "How else will you see what I see?"  I looked over at Dad and he
shrugged his shoulders.  Phil had us move over against the solid wall with
all of us standing in age order from left to right.  I felt my cock began
to fill out and I wanted to cover it.  I moved my hand and Phil said "No!"
I withdrew my hand and it continued to puff up.  I looked over at Dad and
then over at Ryan.  They too were filling out, so I didn't feel too bad.
Phil called for all of us to look at him.  We did, and he took the picture.
He then showed us the picture and there we were, naked with our cocks
fluffed up, not totally hard, but filling out.  I told Phil that he needed
to delete that as we had seen ourselves, but he said "No, not until I print
it out to show you what I saw."  I said "Phil, we saw what you saw."  He
said "No, you didn't."  Ryan said "Whatever, I am headed to bed as he
wrapped his towel around him and left the pool area."  Dad and I wrapped
our towels around us, and decided that it was time to head into the house.
All of us walked into the house, and I closed and locked the glass doors.

Dad said "I am going to my room and I will see you two in the morning."
Phil said "Doug, doesn't your printer have a slot for a SD card?"  I said
"Yes."  He headed to my office, and I followed.  He took the card out of
his phone, placed it in my small transfer card, and inserted it into the
card slot on my computer.  He started the transfer of pictures from the
card to the computer.  I stood there and watched the transfer.  In a few
minutes, the transfer was complete.  Phil brought up the picture that he
had just taken of the three Brunson men.  He cropped the picture, enlarged
it, and printed it.  He said "Let's go to our room."  I saved the pictures
to Phil's folder, turned out the desk lamp, and followed Phil to our room.

We walked in; I dropped my towel, while Phil dropped his boxer briefs.  We
crawled into the bed and turned on both lamps.  Phil began to examine the
picture very carefully and in a few minutes he was showing me what he saw
as similarities that we three had.  He pointed out that our chest hair
growth pattern was very similar, that our pubes were thick, we had good
sized balls, and our cocks seemed to have a thick ridge around the helmet.
I looked at our cocks, and I could see some similarities.  I looked at my
Dad's chest and was amazed to see that his nipples did not sag, but were
prominent and solid.  I hoped that when I was his age, that I too would be
that fit.  I tried not to look so much at the picture as I didn't want to
be accused of perving on my Dad's jewels.  I decided I could do that when I
had some private time.  I handed the picture back to Phil, leaned over and
turned out the lamp on my side of the bed.  Phil laid the picture on his
nightstand, turned out his lamp, and spooned me.  He let his hand glide
over my chest and down to my cock.  He found a drop of precum on my cock
and he began to rub it over my cock's head.  He did it very slowly and made
sure that he was attending to all of the sensitive parts.  I turned back
over and kissed Phil.  I rolled him over on his back and began to grind our
cocks together.  I could feel both of our cocks stiffen, and I decided that
it was time for me to even the score.  I opened the drawer of the
nightstand and grabbed the lube.  I dripped it on my cock and on Phil's
taint.  I smeared my cock in the lube on his taint and began to poke Phil's
hole.  He relaxed, and I entered him.  I did not go balls deep, but I did
see-saw in and out of him so that only half of my cock was in him at the
most.  I continued this motion and then, I slid all the way in making sure
that I rubbed his prostate.  He moaned and grabbed me.  I began to speed up
my thrusts into him.  He raised his head and tried to kiss me.  He moved
from my lips to my neck and began to bite my neck.  This sent waves and
instructions to my cock.  I pounded him unmercifully.  I felt him stiffen,
and he began to shoot cum on his chest as I pounded him.  His hole clamped
around my cock and in a few minutes, I began to unload in him.  As I
finished cumming, I dropped onto his chest.  His cum acted as cement
between us and when I moved it began to pull my chest hair.  I got up, went
to the bathroom, washed my chest, took a damp cloth, and cleaned Phil's
chest.

We turned out the lamps, moved so that our backs were to each other, and
went to sleep.  I awoke the next morning to Phil sucking my cock.  Let me
tell you that is a nice way to wake up.  I tried to move so that I could
service him too, but he told me that he wanted to do this with no
reciprocation.  I lay there and enjoyed his effort.  Phil used his hand,
mouth, lips, tongue, and throat to bring me off.  I could feel my balls
twitch, and I knew that the river of cum was about to head out as an
explosion.  I tried to push Phil off as I knew this was going to be a large
shot, but he would not move and pushed my hands away.  I tried one more
time, and he grabbed and squeezed my balls.  I took that to really mean
that he knew what he was doing and that he wanted my load.  I began to
unload in his mouth and almost sat up when my cock became super sensitive.
I finally pushed Phil off, and he rolled on his back, looked over at me and
said "I guess you now know that I have not forgotten how to suck and that I
am pretty good at it."  I looked at him and said "Who said you weren't?"
He just smiled and gave me that grin of his.

I got up and headed to the kitchen.  My shower could wait until after Phil
left.  I began to pull stuff together for breakfast.  This morning, we
would have egg and cheese sandwiches on English muffins with apple
turnovers.  I finished breakfast as Dad and Phil entered the kitchen.  Dad
proceeded to make his coffee while Phil poured me, Ryan and himself a glass
of orange juice.  I asked Dad to let Ryan know that we were eating, and he
walked down to Ryan's room and knocked on the door.  Ryan slowly joined us,
but complained about the early summer wake- up calls.  Phil reminded him
that if they came to work for him then, he would be up early every morning,
ready to eat and leave for a job site.  Ryan looked at me, then at Phil and
said "Phil, we appreciate your willingness to give us an opportunity to
work this summer, but we kinda decided that since this is our last summer
and we have other things planned that we would not do that this year.  I
smiled and looked at Phil.  Phil winked and that was the end of that.

Phil left for work.  I put Ryan to work cleaning around the pool and the
backyard while Dad and I emptied and reorganized the pantry and cabinets.
We all finished about the same time with Ryan coming into the kitchen
thirsty and of course, hungry.  I opened a pack of graham crackers and we
all took a few along with a large glass of homemade lemonade.  We stood at
the counter, ate and talked.  Dad asked Ryan what he wanted for his
birthday and Ryan rattled off a few things.  I listened, but was working on
clearing and cleaning the refrigerator / freezer.  I heard Ryan say that he
wanted his Granddad to stay for his birthday, and I heard Dad say that he
would.  I smiled.

After Ryan finished with his cookies and lemonade, he asked if he could go
to Jay's.  I told him that he could, but to be back by lunch as we were
going to have sandwiches.  He wrinkled up his nose, but didn't say
anything.  Dad and I sat down and talked in the family room.  I moved the
subject to his disclose and told him that there were a few things that I
needed to say.  He told me that we really needed to leave that topic where
it was the other night, but I explained to him that I needed closure, so I
began by thanking him for being so understanding and supportive of me and
Phil.  My eyes teared up as I spoke because this was a relief for me and a
confirmation that Dad and I were becoming close.  I thanked him for talking
about his personal personal life which made me feel that he truly
understood where I was coming from when I chose to be with Phil.  I talked
to him about my marriage telling him that I had truly loved Allison, but
when she left, I built walls and focused on Ryan.  I told him that I had
decided that I could be self-sustaining, and I thought I was doing a great
job, but as Ryan grew up, I knew that he would soon be leaving the house,
and I would be by myself.  I said that I had thought about dating another
woman, but after the break-up of my marriage, I just felt that I couldn't
trust anyone with my heart, my home, or my son.  I told Dad that I did not
go looking for Phil, but that he showed up at my door.  I asked him "Who am
I to turn away someone who has made my life complete, who loves me, who
compliments me, and who completes my wants and desires?"  Dad smiled and
nodded his head.  He said "Doug, I felt that you had found someone special.
I knew that when we talked on the mountain and it was confirmed the first
night that I saw you and Phil together.  There is a definite positive
relationship there, and I am happy for you."  We continued to talk along
these lines and then, we heard the front door open and close.

Ryan entered and said "Okay, I am back for lunch."  I got up and walked
into the kitchen and began to pull the makings for sandwiches out of the
refrigerator and pantry.  Each of us fixed ourselves a roast beef sandwich
with the condiments and fresh tomatoes.  Ryan said that the boys would like
to go to a movie that afternoon.  I told him that I couldn't take them, but
that I could pick them up so he called Jay to find out if Meredith could
take them.  He then told me that she could, so I reemphasized that I would
pick them up.  He changed clothes as the theater could be freezing at times
and left for Jay's house.

Dad and I ran a few errands to pick up the supplies that I would need for
Ryan's birthday party.  We finished our run, returned home and stored our
purchases.  Dad asked if Phil was going to do anything to the backyard
before the party and I asked like what?  He said, "It would be nice to have
a few more blooming plants and maybe one or two that have a great
fragrance."  I walked outside and looked.  The flowers that the workers had
planted prior to Dad's arrival were beginning to fade, so I called and
talked to Phil.  He said that he would take care of it, so I marked that
off my worry list.  I glanced at my phone and saw that it was time to go
pick the boys up.  Dad and I rode to get them from the mall theater.  On
the way home, I had this sudden urge for ice cream, so I drove to one of
the strip malls and parked.  I didn't say why we had stopped, but we got
out and started walking down the sidewalk.  As we approached the Marble
Slab Creamery, Ryan turned around and said "Great choice Dad!"  We went in,
looked at the offerings and made our choices.  We ate our ice cream sitting
in the lobby as I listened to the reviews of the movie and heard some of
the latest teen gossip.  We finished and headed back to the car.  Dad and I
hung back a little and he said "Doug, you have turned out to be one great
Dad and the boys confirm that.  Ryan is mannerly and he loves you and knows
that you love him.  I am so proud of what you have become."  I felt my
heart swell as my Dad was doing something that he had never done a lot of
before - recognizing my strengths, and my love for my child.  We got in and
headed home.

As I pulled into the garage, the boys were opening the doors and heading to
Rob's house.  Dad and I went inside and I began to cook our evening meal
while he did some of his laundry.  I really cheated as I prepared some
frozen ravioli with a commercial vodka sauce, made a salad, and buttered
some French bread and wrapped it in aluminum foil.  As I was finishing,
Phil walked into the house.  I looked at him, and he was covered in sweat
and dust.  He spoke to me and Dad and then, headed to the shower.  I called
Ryan and told him to head home.  Phil completed his shower, dressed and
joined us in the kitchen.  Ryan walked in the front door and I placed the
bread in the oven to warm.  Phil grabbed the plates and flatware, placed
them on the counter, while I iced the glasses and poured the tea.  As soon
as the bread had warmed, I took it out of the oven, placed it on the
counter along with the ravioli and sauce, along with the salad and several
dressings.  We sat down and had a great dinner.

After we finished eating, Ryan asked if he could return to Rob's, and I
told him that he could.  He placed his plate and glass in the sink and
headed out the front door leaving Phil, Dad, and me at the counter eating
and talking.  Dad and Phil discussed the backyard while I listened.  Dad
made a few suggestions, and Phil either agreed or talked him into something
else.  It was fun to listen to them interact.  I got up, took everyone's
plates, rinsed them off, placed them in the dishwasher, stored the
leftovers, and washed the pots and empty serving dishes.  I joined Dad and
Phil in the living room.

Phil brought out one of the blueprint layouts for the development that he
was his pride and joy.  He talked to both of us about it, and you could
just sense his pride and excitement for this project.  The phone rang, and
I had to take a call from Rosie about Ryan's party.  I left Dad and Phil
talking about the plans.  I took care of the business at hand and returned.
I was on my way back to the family room when I heard "Well,
Da................d," and then, there was silence.  I hurried on in to find
Phil's head bowed, and he was shaking it.  Dad looked at me as I approached
Phil.  I grabbed him and hugged him.  He hugged me back saying "Oh how I
miss him, I would have loved for him to see what I am doing and how great
it is going to be."  I reassured him that his Dad would be proud of him and
his work.  He looked over at Dad and said "I am so sorry, I know you think
I am crazy, but our talk just felt like something my Dad and I would have
done.  I am so sorry that I have ruined your evening."  Dad said "Phil, you
have not ruined my evening, I totally understand that as I experienced
something similar after I lost my dad, but you gave me comfort tonight
knowing that you feel like part of this family and for that I am eternally
happy and content."  Phil thanked Dad for understanding, wiped his eyes and
tried to resume his talk with Dad while I worked on the to-do list for
Saturday.  We watched some TV program until Ryan came home.  He joined us
for a while and then, we all went to bed.

Phil and I lay there and talked.  Neither one of us felt the need to be
intimate so after the lights were turned out, we just relaxed and let sleep
take its natural course.

I woke up Friday morning with a lot on my mind.  I prepared a quick
breakfast and everyone either helped or stayed out of the way.  Soon, Phil
was out the door, Dad was reading the paper, and Ryan was cleaning his
bedroom.  I finished the cleaning the kitchen and asked Dad if he could
help me move some furniture around for the party set-up.  He was more than
happy to help.  We soon had the furniture moved, tables in place, and the
grill cleaned.  Dad noticed that we needed some propane, so I added that to
our to-do list.  We finished our tasks around lunch time.  Ryan wanted the
leftovers from last night, so I warmed them up and he ate.  He left to go
to Jay's house after eating, leaving Dad and me alone.  I looked over at
Dad and asked him if he would grab the propane tank from the grill, place
it in the plastic crate in the garage, and load it into the Denali while I
grabbed some stuff from my room.

I met Dad in the garage, and we were soon off to find us something to eat
and to take care of our errands.  I remembered a little café that one of
my co-workers talked about from time to time so I opted to stop there, as
it was on the way.  We went in and were seated.  Our waitress was an older
lady, and she was very friendly and motherly.  She took our drink orders
after talking to us about the lunch specials.  You could tell, as she
talked, that she was somebody's mother and grandmother.  She was soft
spoken and assured of what she was telling us about the food.  We listened
to her, and I asked her if we could have a few minutes to think it over.
She said "Son, I would not have it any other way."  She walked away to get
our drinks.  Dad said "She reminds me so much of my Mom.  Even though she
mentioned several things, she basically told you what you needed to get."
I smiled and said "Yeah, I got that feeling too, but she probably knows
everything about this place."  She returned with our drinks and took our
order.  Both of us chose the recommended fried chicken, field peas, cream
style corn and a yeast roll.

As we were waiting for our food to return, Dad said "Doug, I am so thankful
that we have had this time together as I feel it has brought us closer.  I
am sure that your Mother will sense a change when we are all together, but
so be it."  I smiled and said "I agree Dad."  Our food arrived and the
waitress placed it in front of us.  We began to eat and in a few minutes
she returned to see how we liked it and if there was anything else that she
could do for us.  We told her that the food was excellent and thanked her
for her recommendations.  She patted me on the shoulder and said "Son, I
know my food, and I only recommend what I feel is good and fresh."  She
went on to say that the corn was grown in her husband's fields, and the
peas came from a local farm.  As she was talking with us, another group
walked through the door, and she had to seat them and take their orders,
but she encouraged us to come back on another day.  I promised that we
would.  We finished eating and Dad paid for our lunch.  We returned to the
Denali and ran our errands.

We returned home and there was no sign of the boys.  I drove into the
garage and let the garage door down.  I sent Dad in to see if the boys were
in the house.  He returned shortly and said that the coast was clear.  We
hurriedly grabbed our purchases and hid them in my bedroom.  We had no
sooner finished storing them than my phone began to ring.  It was Ryan, and
he wanted to let me know that he and the others were heading to the park.
I thanked him for letting me know and hung up.  Dad and I returned to my
room, grabbed a few of our purchases, and took them to the living room.
Now my Dad is an excellent gift wrapper as everything has to line up and
the paper is cut to the appropriate size.  In fact, both of my parents are
good at wrapping gifts.  Mom is more creative, but Dad's look so
professional.  Well, how did I get off topic?  Anyways, we wrapped gifts
and returned them to my closet.

Later in the afternoon, Phil returned home and took his shower.  I walked
down to the bedroom while he was showering and waited for him to come back
into the bedroom.  He eventually returned and found me sitting on the bed.
He walked over to me, and I undid his towel, lifted his cock up, began to
lick it, and play with his balls.  He said "Why don't I get this treatment
every afternoon?"  I didn't respond as I put his cock in my mouth and began
to slide it in and out of my mouth.  As I sucked Phil, I let my hand slide
between his legs and I moved towards his hole.  I let my middle finger
invaded his most private part.  I did an in and out movement with my finger
and finally, I slipped all the way in and stroked his prostate.  He
stiffened, grabbed my head and began to pound my face.  I felt his cock
twitch and knew that he was about to come, so I prepared myself for his
load.  He shot five heavy loads before he began to pull out.  As he pulled
out, I licked his cock's head to get all of his cum.  He stopped me in a
few minutes as he was ultra sensitive.  He stood there while I played with
his balls and let my fingers comb thorough his short pubic hair.  In a few
minutes, he turned and returned to the bathroom where he performed a quick
wash of his crotch area.  He walked back into the bedroom and began to
dress for the evening.  I got up, walked to the bathroom, brushed my teeth,
combed my hair and adjusted my clothing.  We walked back into the family
room to find that Dad was not around.  I called him and in a few minutes he
joined us as he had been in his room.  I told him that we were going to go
out for dinner.  At first, he thought I meant just me and Phil.  I
clarified that it would be Ryan, Phil, him, and me.  He smiled, and I knew
that he was a happy camper.  I called Ryan and told him to come home.  He
tried to get me to give him thirty more minutes, but I insisted.  He knew
that if I insisted that it must be important.  He appeared in a few
minutes, and he was sweaty and dirty.  I told him that we were going out to
eat so he needed to shower and redress.  He turned and headed to the
bathroom with a dejected look on his face.  I looked at Phil and said "I
need to follow up with him."  I walked down to Ryan's bathroom and opened
the door as he was showering.  I sat on the toilet and asked him what was
wrong.  He told me that he was having a lot of fun with the regular guys
and a totally new group.  He said "Dad, it was nice to have other kids our
age to play with even though the four of us are close and always hang
together; it was just nice to hear how other kids think and talk."  I said
"Ryan, I understand, but tomorrow is your birthday and your grandfather
will go home Sunday, so I really wanted you to go to dinner.  You can hang
with those boys on another afternoon."  He grabbed his towel from over the
shower door and began to dry off.  I was still talking to him when he
opened the shower door and stepped out.  I took a quick glance at his
jewels, and as we had noted in the picture the other night, his cock and my
cock were definitely duplicates.  I got up, walked out, and he walked over
to his room.  He closed the door and then, he opened it.  He asked me what
should he wear, and I told him a nice pair of shorts, a Polo, and his deck
shoes.  I walked back to the family room and joined Phil and Dad.  Ryan
joined us in a few minutes.  I had to smile as he was wearing too much
cologne.  I said "Son, just a little cologne goes a long way."  He turned
red, and I said "Ryan, it's a learning curve; we all have done the same
thing."  He seemed somewhat relieved that I didn't make fun of him.

We walked out to the Denali, and I drove to Longhorns' Steak House.  We got
out and walked inside.  We had to wait about 30 minutes before we were
seated, so we sat in the waiting area and played with our phones or talked.
We were called and seated.  Our waiter arrived and introduced himself.  He
looked at me and said "Don't I know you?"  I looked up at him and before I
could respond, he said "Yeah, I do, you are Mr. Brunson and you teach
science."  I smiled and told him that he was right.  He introduced himself
as Dalton Rooks.  He told me that he would be a senior and he had signed up
for two science classes hoping that he would get me.  I asked him what his
interests were and what career was he preparing and hoping to enter.  He
said that he wanted to explore the field of agricultural and horticultural
sciences with a specialization in the relation of pesticides to the overall
health conditions of the people in Southern and Central Georgia.  I was
impressed and told him that I hoped that he would be in my class.  He took
our drink orders and left.  Phil looked over at Dad and said "I can't take
him anywhere that he is not recognized."  Dad smiled at me and said "That's
my boy!  He has always been that way, never meets a stranger and leaves
knowing whoever he meets as if he had known them for his entire life."

Dalton returned and took our orders.  Ryan ordered a rib-eye while Dad
ordered a New York Strip.  Phil and I decided to order each of us a T-bone.
We all ordered a house salad and a baked potato.  Dalton left, and as he
did, I watched him walk away.  Phil punched me in the leg, and I turned to
look at him.  He shook his head, and I turned red.  In a few minutes,
Dalton returned with our salads and some bread.  We munched on our salads
and devoured the bread while we listened to Ryan talk about the new friends
that he had made at the park.

We finished our salads and about that time, our steaks arrived.  Dalton
asked us to cut into each one to see if it was cooked to our satisfaction.
Everybody reported that they were perfect.  Dalton smiled and said that he
would be back in a few minutes with some more bread and to refill our
glasses.  He was a man of his word as he kept a close eye on our table and
our glasses were never empty.  This young man knows how to have satisfied
customers.  We finished our meal and Dalton returned with our check.  Phil
pulled out his card and paid the bill.  I started to protest, but he said
that this was his night to do this, so I didn't argue.

We drove over to the Mall and got out.  Ryan looked at me with questionable
eyes.  I smiled, and we walked into the mall.  We walked to the movie
theater and bought tickets for Jurassic World.  We then walked to the
theater where Jurassic World was being shown, entered and waited for the
movie to begin.  Ryan wanted to know whose idea this was.  Phil said that
it was his, and Ryan thanked him profusely for his choice.  We watched the
movie, and did not buy any popcorn or drinks.

After the movie was over, we left and headed home.  I drove to Dunkin
Donuts, and we each ordered what we wanted.  Dad ordered a blueberry donut,
Phil ordered a plain donut, Ryan ordered a chocolate ice cream and I
ordered a strawberry cone.  We sat and ate our choices while we discussed
the movie.  We finished our items and headed home.

We entered the house and everyone headed to their bedrooms.  Phil and I
walked down to our room and he asked me about the presents in the closet.
I told him what some of them were, and he said that he thought I had made
good choices.  He then told me that he had bought Ryan a present, but had
it locked up in his truck.  I asked if I needed to help him wrap it, but he
smiled and said "Doug, I had it wrapped at the store because I know how
curious you are and I want this to be a surprise for all."  I tried to get
him to tell me what he had bought Ryan, but he never would.  Phil closed
our door, and we stripped down.  We got into bed and lay down.  In a few
minutes, I knew that Phil had fallen asleep, and I joined him shortly
thereafter.

Saturday morning arrived and after our showers and breakfast, we began to
do a final clean of the house and set-up for the birthday party.  Phil took
care of the backyard; Ryan cleaned the pool and the surrounding area while
Dad and I cleaned the house and made final moves of the furniture.  We
finished late morning and took a break.  I resumed my preparations as I had
to mix the hamburger patties and pat them out.  That was a fairly fast
process, and then, I placed them on a cookie sheet and put them in the
freezer.  I sent Phil and Ryan to the grocery store to buy fresh hamburger
buns or Kaiser Rolls from the bakery and to pick up some fresh tomatoes
from the little fruit stand along the highway.  I put Dad to work thinly
slicing an onion.  Phil and Ryan returned and I asked Dad to slice the
tomatoes too.  I put the rolls/buns on the counter along with the
condiments.

Phil and I took our showers and dressed for the party as Rosie was due in
about forty minutes to deliver the cake and the churns of ice cream then
Michelle, Meredith and Christina would be arriving to help with last minute
set-up and kitchen duty.  After Phil and I were showered, Ryan and Dad took
theirs and joined us in the family room.

The door bell rang and it was Rosie.  Dad and Phil helped her bring in the
churns of ice cream while I made a place for the cake which she had carried
into the kitchen.  Rosie instructed us on how to keep the ice cream frozen,
and I assigned that task to Dad.  Rosie left and in about fifteen minutes
the Moms arrived.  I talked with them about the flow of the party, and they
thought that everything was covered.

The doorbell sounded again, and it was our first guest.  Ryan took the
young man to the restroom so that he could change into his swimsuit.  Ryan
then walked him to the pool area and they both jumped into the water.  The
doorbell began to ring more frequently so Michelle took over the task of
greeting the guests, and if they were not wearing swim attire, she led them
to the bathroom, and then, to the pool.  I walked out to the pool area and
everybody seemed to be having fun.  Most of the boys had congregated on one
side while the girls were on the other side.  In about thirty minutes,
Justin and Colt arrived and walked out to the pool then, back into the
house and talked to Phil.  All of three of them went back to the pool area
and began to get the boys and girls divided into teams for several games.
After that, the screaming and hollering was on.  Around five-thirty, I put
the patties on the grill and Michelle began to either bake the French
Fries, or fry them as we had to make fast progress.  As the patties were
finished on the grill, I took them to the kitchen and placed them on the
counter.  I then called for everyone's attention, and told them how to get
their hamburger and fries.  The line formed and moved as quickly as the
grill could produce the burgers.  Knowing that fifteen year olds, or near
fifteen year olds can eat, I made a number of extra patties which I cooked
and they ate.

After everyone had finished eating, it was time for the opening of the
gifts.  Ryan enjoyed that part of the party, and he received some very nice
gifts.  Dad went to the garage and brought in his gift to Ryan.  Ryan
looked up, then back to what was in his lap, and then, quickly back to Dad.
He yelled and jumped up, hugging Dad and telling him how much he loved it.
He then looked over at me and said "This goes to the lake."  I nodded and
Justin leaned over to me and said "Tell your Dad Thanks a lot", I laughed
because I knew this would become a must have between the boys.

Michelle called everyone back to the kitchen and served them cake and the
ice cream of their choice.  Everybody sat around the house, pool, or
backyard and ate their cake and ice cream.  After that, the guests began to
leave as no one wanted to get back in the pool.  After everyone left we all
collapsed in the family room.  Justin asked Ryan if he knew how to use the
paddle board.  Ryan didn't, but that did not stop him from trying it out in
the pool.  Justin and Colt watched Ryan and the others try it out, and then
Colt said "I agree, that is a must have."

We finished the night and everyone returned to their homes leaving just
Ryan, Phil, Dad, and me at the house.  We sat around, talked and examined
the gifts that Ryan had received.  He kept thanking his Granddad for the
paddle board. Finally, Dad told him that it was from his Grandmother too.
Ryan said then that he would call her when she returned home and thank her.
Phil asked that we stay in the family room as he had something that he
needed to retrieve from his truck.  Phil walked out to his truck and
returned with his gift for Ryan.  He handed it to Ryan, and Ryan opened it.
It was a gold bracelet and matching chain.  I looked at the gift, and then
at Phil.  Phil mouthed to me that it was his idea and he wanted to do it.
I just shrugged and complimented Phil for picking it out and telling Ryan
about how good he would look when he wore it.

We went to bed around eleven thirty as we were all ready for a good night's
sleep.  Before we dropped off to sleep, I thanked Phil for giving Ryan such
a nice gift.  He said "Doug, I love that boy too, and he seems to love me
too, so why shouldn't I give him something nice?"

We decided to sleep in Sunday morning because Dad was going home, and we
did not have an itinerary.  Well, I said we were going to sleep in, but I
forgot to tell my brain because I woke up at my usual time ,and as I lay
there I felt guilty about wasting that part of the day laying in bed so I
got up, showered, dressed and headed to the kitchen.  As I left the
bedroom, I woke Phil up because there was no way that I was going to let
him sleep when I was up and preparing breakfast.  As I was walking out the
door he threw his pillow at me.  I walked on to the kitchen and there was
Dad making his pot of coffee.  He said "I thought you were going to sleep
late."  I said "That was the plan, but my body just woke up at the regular
time, and I felt guilty laying there so, I decided to come on and start
breakfast.  So why are you up?"  He smiled and said "Doug, after being
married to your mom for forty two years it is extremely hard break a
habit."

I started pulling the stuff out of the refrigerator and pantry that I
needed to make the morning's breakfast.  I had decided on waffles,
hash-browns with onions and cheese, scrambled eggs, link sausage and bacon.
I pulled the waffle maker out, plugged it in and let it warm up while I
mixed the batter.  I asked Dad to split the link sausages and place them in
the oven while I fried the bacon.  After I finished with the bacon, I
started the waffles and then, the scrambled eggs.  Phil walked in and gave
me a dirty look and said "I truly hope you are happy that I am up!"  I said
"I am".  Dad asked what was going on, and Phil took great pride in
detailing the events with some embellishment.  I asked Dad to walk down and
call Ryan to breakfast.  He did, and Ryan joined us and said "I thought we
were sleeping in this morning."  I said "We were, but I couldn't" and then,
Phil said "So the rest of us had to get up too."  Ryan gave me a dirty
look, but began to eat his breakfast.  We finished breakfast, and I placed
all of the dirty dishes in the sink because I would take care of them later
in the morning.  I wanted us to spend more time with Dad, so we sat in the
family room and talked.  Around ten o'clock Dad said that he had to get on
the road.  He walked to his room and picked up his luggage.  He walked out
with it only to have Phil grab it and take it to Dad's car.  We all walked
Dad out to his car.  This is something that I had done many times when he
and Mom have visited, or when we would visit them at their house, but for
some reason, this time was very emotional for me.  Dad hugged Ryan and told
him how much he was impressed with his manners, his personality, his
friends, and then, he hugged Ryan.  He shook Phil's hand and thanked Phil
for everything that he had done for him on the trip, for his advice on the
plants and statuary, and then he told Phil how glad he was to have him as a
part of us.  Dad then walked over to me, grabbed me and squeezed me tight.
He told me that he was so very proud of me and everything that I stood for,
but especially for my love for Ryan and Phil.  We both were shedding tears,
and then, he kissed me on the top of my head and said that he had to go.

He got into his car, waved one more time, backed out and was on his way
home.

We walked back into the house and sat in the family room.  I sat there for
a few minutes, then I had to go to my bedroom as I felt very emotional
about my Dad for the first time in a very long time.

END of CHAPTER 47 - My Son and His Friends

I want to say a big "THANK YOU" to the readers who written to me between
Chapters 46 and 47 to check on the progress of this chapter.  I stopped
earlier and thought that I would end the chapter at that point, but I
really wanted to see Dad home so that we could move on to other summer
events.  That explains the length of this chapter.

I really do appreciate hearing from the new readers, and I always love to
hear from my readers with their comments, suggestions, or questions.

I hope that each of you and your families have a Happy Thanksgiving and I
look forward to another chapter in a few weeks.

Jay