Date: Wed, 14 Dec 2016 00:48:28 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jay Carrington <jcee1113@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Son and His Friends - Chapter 48

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Chapter 48 - My Son and His Friends

After seeing Dad off, I walked back into the house and threw myself into a
cleaning frenzy.  I stripped the bed in the guest room and took the sheets
and pillow cases to the laundry room.  I returned to the room and started
dusting and vacuuming.  As soon as the sheets and pillow cases were washed
and dried, I took them back to the room and put them on the bed and on the
pillows.  I finished the room by placing the comforter and throw pillows on
the bed.  Phil on the other hand left the house to visit several nurseries
to confirm business transactions while Ryan was next door visiting Jay.

Around noon, Phil and Ryan returned to the house to check on me and
probably to get something to eat.  I looked at both of them and said, "I
have decided that I am not in a cooking mood today so, I guess we need to
go out to eat."  Ryan said "Hmmmmm, well that's not a bad idea.  I am
thinking Chick-Fil-A for a sandwich, fry, and large lemonade."  Phil was
shaking his head the entire time that Ryan was talking and said "Ryan, that
sounds really, really good.  I will drive, and I will pay for lunch."  Ryan
looked over at me and said "I believe that we have a plan, so let's go."  I
followed them out the door.  We got into Phil's truck and headed to Chick-
Fil-A for lunch.

We arrived at Chick-Fil-A and ordered our food.  We sat down, ate our food
and talked about Dad and his visit.  Ryan was still excited about the
paddle board, and he talked about his plans at the lake.  He said that the
other boys were jealous and that he really couldn't wait to see the guys
use it.  In fact, he said he really wanted to see Matt try it out because
he was so good at everything on the water.  As Ryan was making the last
comment, Phil caught my eye and did that eyebrow wiggling thing of his.  I
had to smile at his antics, but couldn't totally understand his reference.

We left after eating lunch and Ryan suggested that we spend the afternoon
at a movie, so we went to one of the theaters in the mall.  This was
actually a good move as I needed to focus on something other than Dad's
departure.  We watched the movie after purchasing a large container of
popcorn and three Coca Colas.  After the movie, we returned to the house.
Ryan asked to go to Rob's, and I told him that he could, but I wanted him
home at six o'clock.  He agreed and walked down to Rob's while Phil and I
went into the house and relaxed on the sofa in the family room.  I sat down
next to Phil and in a few minutes, he moved a little and pulled my head
down into his lap.  I pulled my feet up and put them on the sofa too.  Phil
rubbed my arms and my neck.  I had not realized how tense I was until he
began to massage my neck.  He did a great job, and soon I felt much more
relaxed.

Dad called around four-thirty to let me know that he had made it home
safely.  He thanked me for being a great host, and said to tell Ryan, Phil
and the rest of the gang that he enjoyed his visit and really treasured
everything that we did as a group.  He joked and said "Now, I have about
three days, to do your Mom's Honey Do List."  I said "Dad, you know, and I
know that even if you did everything on that list and more, she would still
find something to gripe about."  He said "That's true, but I like it when
she really has to dig to find something to complain about.  Tell Phil that
next time, I really want to go buy some of that cement statuary.  I really
think I want the elves, and I know I want that water fountain."  I told him
that I would tell Phil and then, we hung up.

I told Phil what Dad had said and he said "Doug, I had planned on going
with him to make that purchase, but time got away from us.  It's good that
he really wants it, as I am going to go Monday and talk to the owner.  He
might have a truck traveling that way and he might be able to drop it off
at your Dad's house."  I looked at Phil and said "That would be great, he
would never expect that.  Let me know so I can add a couple of pieces."
After a while, Phil said "Doug, I would love to have some private time with
you, but I don't want to be rushed with Ryan coming home in about forty
minutes.  I probably shouldn't have said anything, but I wanted you to know
that I really love our intimate times."  I smiled and said "Me too, and I
understand.  In fact, I have thought about that several times today, so
maybe we can find time before you fall asleep."  "Me, fall asleep?"  "Yes,
you will relax and then, you will drop off to sleep."  "Well a good lover
would find ways to keep me awake!"  I smirked and said "Challenge accepted!
Be prepared, and don't you dare complain, or try to go to sleep."  "I'm
looking forward to it."

About that time, I heard the front door open and close.  Shortly
thereafter, Ryan joined us in the family room.  For some strange reason he
decided to sit between Phil and me.  That was an unusual move for him.  He
sat there for a few minutes and then, he said "Dad, relationships are
complicated aren't they?"  I said "Yes, sometimes they can be, and
sometimes they are the most amazing friendship that you could ever dream
about, what's on your mind?"  He said "Dad, Rob is all about pushing us to
date some of the girls at school, but Myles, Jay and me aren't crazy about
the idea.  Rob says that we need to get ready for high school.  I just
don't want to go out with someone for fake reasons.  There is not anyone
that I am currently interested in and that is the general feeling of Myles
and Jay."  I said "Ryan, I understand your position and I agree with you,
but you can go out with a group and not be in a relationship.  There is
nothing wrong with being friends in fact; being friends opens the door to a
lot of things.  I would encourage you to think about getting a group
together, but make it clear that it is not a pairing up.  Rob is right,
high school is so different than what you have been used to in middle
school.  There are a lot of social events, clubs, sports events, and just
general get-togethers."  I want you to have a positive high school
experience, but I am not pushing you to get in a relationship with a girl
just to fit in."  He looked at me and said, "Thanks, that makes sense.
Right now, I just feel comfortable with our group, and I don't want to get
hurt or hurt someone."  I hugged him and told him that I was proud of him.
He then turned and said, "So, what are we eating tonight?"

Phil spoke up and said "Ryan, I was given several large Big Boy tomatoes
this morning on my visit to a local nursery.  I think we should give your
Dad the night off from cooking and have tomato sandwiches."  Ryan agreed,
so they got up and went to the kitchen.  Phil cut up two of the tomatoes
while Ryan pulled out the bread, the Miracle Whip, paper plates and filled
three plastic cups with ice.  They finished and called me to the kitchen.
I placed the salt shaker on the counter.  We each made our sandwich and by
the end of supper, we had each eaten two juicy tomato sandwiches.  Phil
rinsed the knife and spoon and placed them in the dishwasher while Ryan
emptied the ice in the sink and threw the plastic cups and paper plates in
the trash.  Meanwhile, I returned to the family room.  I reclined on the
sofa and was soon joined by Phil and Ryan.  Ryan said "Dad, we need to
start planning for the trip to the lake."  I said "Wow! You are thinking
into the future and wanting to plan, pinch me Phil, I think I am dreaming!"
Ryan punched me hard in my left shoulder.  I had to laugh, but Ryan was not
amused, and then, he said "What do you expect; I have hung around you so
much that I am taking on your ways." I had to agree with Ryan, we needed to
start planning as the group would be going at different times, and we would
have more people on this excursion.  I located one of my large post-it
charts, and we began to develop a list of what everyone needed to bring and
a list by individuals as to what they would be responsible for bringing.  I
had columns for me, Ryan, Phil, Shane, Jay, Rob, Myles, Matt, Jared, and
the Dads (Justin, Colt, and Kevin).  I did not make a listing for Matt's
Dad, Mikel.  We worked on the packing list for about an hour and a half,
then, I posted it on the wall leading to the garage.  After I finished
posting the chart, I returned to the family room and told everyone that it
was bedtime.

Phil beat me to the room, stripped, and took his shower.  When he finished
he returned to the room and put on a pair of his short legged boxer briefs.
I just looked at him as he reclined on the bed with his smug smile.  I
walked to the bathroom, stripped, showered, dried off, sprayed some cologne
on my neck, and walked back to the bedroom naked.  Phil whistled, and I
ignored him.  I began to straighten things in the closet and pick up some
clothes that were around the room and place them in the dirty clothes
hamper.  As I did this, Phil watched me as I moved around the room bending
over, stretching to reach the high shelf in the closet, or walking around
the room.  I made sure that as I walked around the room that I jiggled my
junk and when I bent over that my balls were in plain sight.

After some time, Phil began to ignore me and that is when I pounced.  I
walked over, grabbed the material between the legs of his boxer briefs and
jerked them down to his knees, and then totally off.  I threw them across
the room.  I could tell that my actions shocked Phil, but his cock seemed
to enjoy it as it began to fluff up.  I straddled Phil stomach area with my
back facing his face.  He let out an "unghhhh" when I sat on him.  As I
made myself comfortable by wiggling around, I grabbed his cock that was in
the stages of erecting.  I gave it a couple of tugs and then, I focused on
his balls and slipped down to his taint.  As I began to play with Phil's
balls, his cock began to produce dewdrops of pre-cum which I used to help
lubricate his cock.  I began to jack him off and soon I had him
sufficiently wet.  I gave him strong stokes from the tip of his cock all
the way to his balls.  I made sure that as I made the down-stroke; I made
rough contact with his balls.  I could tell that he liked that as pre-cum
began to flow like a river.  I collected some of his pre-cum on my finger
and placed it in my mouth.  I did this a number of times, and then, I
pulled Phil's legs up and locked them behind my shoulders.  This raised his
butt off the bed, and I had better access to his balls, taint, and hole.  I
slapped each of his cheeks with my hand leaving a red handprint on his
cheeks.  He moaned, so I did it several more times.  The last time I did
it, his cock bounced and pre-cum landed across the bed.  I stuck my middle
finger in my mouth and got it wet.  I placed it at his back door and began
to apply some pressure.  It began to sink into Phil very slowly.  As I made
entry, his cock twitched, and he moaned.  I made total entry into him with
my finger and then, I began to work his ass with my finger rather hard
making sure that I rubbed and pounded his prostate.  He responded by trying
to pull me backwards.  I resisted, and when I did, I sat heavier on him.
As I pounded his prostate, he began to shoot his cum all over my cock,
balls, pubes, and on his abs and in his belly button.  I sat there for a
few minutes and enjoyed listening to him regain his composure.  When he
resumed normal breathing, I got off of him and stood by the bed.  My cock
had stiffened.  He grabbed me by the balls and pulled me towards him.  He
took my cock in his mouth and began to suck me all the way down paying
special attention to my cock head which he swirled around with his tongue.
As he was sucking me, he played roughly with my balls and soon they
responded by pulling up tight to my body.  I tried to pull out of his
mouth, but he grabbed my balls and tightened down.  Now when someone has
you by the balls, you relinquish control to them.  I gave up, and he
continued to suck me.  I felt my cum begin to rise and soon, I was shooting
cum into his mouth.  He swallowed as best as he could, but some of it
leaked out the corners of his mouth.  I have to say he gave my cock one
good sucking.  When he finished, I pulled out, and he grabbed me again and
cleaned my cock of any remaining cum.  He took his finger and swiped his
mouth area moving the escaped cum to his mouth.  I finally pulled away from
him and walked around to the other side of the bed.  I got in, turned off
my lamp, and snuggled up next to Phil.  He kissed my neck and told me that
he enjoyed my special attention.  As I was drifting off, Phil let his hand
wander down to my pubes and he played with them for awhile, then he moved
to my chest and played with my hair.  We soon relaxed and fell asleep.

The next day being Sunday found us up early, having a hearty breakfast and
then, dressing to go to Church.  Everybody dressed up and we attended the
early service at our church.  The three of us sat together and listened to
the sermon.  As we were exiting the service, the pastor called to me and
said that he needed to talk to me and could I wait for a few minutes.  I
agreed and soon afterwards, everyone had exited the service and the pastor
turned his attention to me.  I was a little nervous, but curious at the
same time.  The pastor turned to me and said "Doug, would you be opposed to
me asking Ryan to take a leadership role in our Vacation Bible School in
two weeks?"  I told him that the decision would be Ryan's, but I gave my
permission for him to approach Ryan.  He thanked me, and I joined Phil and
Ryan at the Denali.  We got in, and I drove us to an early lunch at one of
our local restaurants.  The special that day was roast beef, mashed
potatoes, gravy, two vegetables, a yeast roll, and a slice of pineapple
upside down cake.  We each ordered the special and had a great meal.  After
lunch, we returned to the house, redressed in shorts, t-shirts, and tennis
shoes.  We returned to the Denali and drove down to Lumpkin, Georgia to see
Providence Canyon.  We arrived, got out and looked at the canyon that was
closest to the road.  It was a beautiful sight, and I could see why it is
often referred to as "the Little Grand Canyon".  We returned to the Denali,
and drove down to the information center.  We got out and decided to walk
one of the trails to the bottom of the canyon. Going down was a little
treacherous as the pebbly clay caused us to slide in some places.  We
finally made it to the bottom and walked the stream until we were boxed in.
I took pictures of the canyon from the bottom and promised myself that I
would take some from the edges when I got back up there.  We enjoyed
looking at the various layers of clay and sand as well as the wildlife and
plants.  After we had explored every part of the bottom of the canyon, we
decided to climb out.  Now, going down was one thing, but going up proved
to be a task.  I don't remember ever being out of breath and having tight
calves, but now I did.  We finally made it to the top.  After I recovered
somewhat, I began to take some pictures from the edge as Phil drove the
Denali back to the entrance.  He stopped in various locations for me to get
out and take good shots.

We left Lumpkin and drove along US 280 through a number of small towns,
stopping in Plains, Georgia, the hometown of Jimmy Carter.  We took
pictures around the town while I told Ryan stories and historical facts
about the area.  After we finished our tour, we returned to the Denali and
headed home.  We stopped in Cordele and had dinner as I did not plan on
cooking after my workout in the canyon.  We had a great dinner, and
afterwards we headed north on I- 75 and made our way home.

We arrived home, parked, and went in.  I did not have to tell Ryan to
shower or head to bed.  He made that decision on his own and soon, Phil and
I were in the shower together.  We washed each other, and we did some
shower play, I think it is important to let you imagine what we did.  We
dried off, dressed in boxer briefs, and headed to bed.  Sleep came fast
that night.

Monday arrived, and I decided to devote some time to working on some legal
papers in my office.  As I was working later that morning; Ryan came in and
closed the door.  This was highly unusual.  He sat down and said "Dad, I
need your undivided attention."  I stopped what I was doing, turned around,
and said "My ears are attuned to you."  He said "Dad, I am worried about
Myles."  I looked directly at him and asked "Why?"  He said "He is becoming
moody and doesn't want to do things with us like he used to."  I said
"Well, Ryan, maybe he is trying to find himself.  This is normal when you
move from middle school to high school.  Young adults begin to analyze
their social relationships and think about their future.  I would imagine
knowing Myles like I do, that he is concerned about maintaining his grades
with the advanced classes that all of you will be taking.  You know grades
have always been very important to him.  He said "Maybe, but he just goes
off by himself and doesn't say much to us."  I said "Ryan, I will try to
talk to him when the opportunity presents itself."  Ryan thanked me and
left.  I continued to work in my office until Phil came home.  Phil walked
down and sat with me while I finished the last phase of my work.  He talked
about his day and told me that he had visited the nursery where Dad found
the statuary.  He said that he had talked to the owner and found out that
he does have a truck that travels through Mom and Dad's town.  He told me
that all we had to do was to go by and identify and pay for the pieces that
we wanted to send to Dad.  I thanked Phil and said that maybe we could do
that on Wednesday.  He agreed.  I finished in my office and headed to the
kitchen.

I decided to do something fast, so I asked Phil to help me by peeling some
potatoes.  While Phil peeled the potatoes, I pulled some cube steak out of
the freezer and thawed it in the microwave.  In the meantime, I opened two
cans of sweet peas, poured them in a pot, started them cooking, wrapped
some dinner rolls in aluminum foil, and placed them in the oven to warm
while I cooked supper.  Phil finished and turned the potatoes over to me.
I sliced and diced them and started them cooking.  I salted, peppered, and
floured the steak after it thawed, and pulled my cast iron skilled out.  I
put some cooking oil in it and when it was heated, I began to fry the
steak.  I finished frying the steak and made gravy using some of the oil
and some additional flour.  The potatoes came to a boil.  I asked Phil to
take them off the stove, drain them, and mash them.  He did as asked and
added some butter, and sour cream.  He tasted them and said that they were
so good that he could just eat them.  I turned the peas off, and pulled the
wrapped rolls out of the oven.  Phil pulled the plates down, and I placed
the mashed potatoes, steaks, gravy, sweet peas, and the rolls on the
counter.  I was about to say that I needed to call Ryan when he walked in
the front door.  He headed to his bathroom and washed up then; he returned
to the kitchen and ate supper with us.

We finished our supper and cleaned the kitchen.  Ryan said that the boys
would be over later so that we could talk about the trip to the lake.  I
brought my laptop to the family room and began to set up a listing of last
night's brainstorming.  I was working on that project when the other three
arrived.  They sat on the floor around me and listened as I told them what
we had already identified.  After I finished talking, they began to add a
few things to the list.  We finished that process, and the boys headed back
to their homes.  Myles told me that he would be spending the next few
nights with us starting tomorrow night.  I told him that I looked forward
to having him like always.  He left, and then, we watched a movie and went
to bed.

The next two days were busy.  I ran errands, met Phil at the nursery, paid
for the statuary, took the boys to the movies, began to buy things for the
upcoming trip, and did some household chores.  I had Ryan and Myles clean
the pool and the area around it.  Later on Wednesday night after we had
eaten supper, the phone rang, it was Mom.  She was excited to tell me about
her trip and to hear my version of Dad's visit.  I told her that we had
celebrated Ryan's birthday a day earlier so that Dad could be a part of the
celebration, and because it was more convenient than holding it on a
Sunday.  She agreed, and then, she wanted to talk to Ryan.  I handed the
phone to him, and they talked for a few minutes.  He handed the phone back
to me, and Mom told me that she had bought us some artifacts from her trip
and would give them to us the next time we visited.  We hung up, and then,
the three of us began to plot events on the large calendar in the entryway
from the garage.

Phil and I went to our room and crawled into bed.  I said "Phil, I know
that this summer will be the last summer that I will have the boys together
like I have had them in the past. I think that I am going to plan some day
trips around the area so that they get to see more of the area and maybe
learn something during our visits.  He said "That sounds great, but you
better include me on Saturdays and Sunday afternoons."  I told him that I
could do that.  He said that the owner of the nursery had called and told
him that the statuary would be delivered to Mom and Dad's house on Friday
afternoon.  I was happy to hear that it would be sooner than later.  We
settled in for the night and were soon asleep.

On Friday night of that week, we received the phone call from Dad regarding
the statuary.  He was so excited, and he wanted to thank both of us so he
had taken his phone and walked outside away from Mom so he could talk to
each of us without another set of ears listening and then hounding him
later for more information.  I could tell that Dad's talk with Phil meant a
lot to Phil as his eyes watered up and his voice became shaky.  Phil handed
the phone to me and I asked Dad had he placed the pieces around the yard?
He said that he had started, but would finish tomorrow.  He said that Mom
loved the bird-bath- water fountain, but could not understand the
significance of some of the other pieces.  I said "And you have just let
her wonder, right?"  He said "Doug, It will do her good to do some
thinking" and he laughed.  We hung up and talked about our plans for the
weekend.

I continued working around the house as I would soon be hosting Myles'
birthday, and I wanted to do a thorough cleaning while I had the time to
devote to it without feeling rushed.  I cleaned on some days, involved Ryan
on some of those days, and served as the chauffer to the boys for movies,
and day trips.  The day trips were fantastic, and we learned a lot about
our surrounding area.  We visited the Agrirama in Tifton; Little Ocmulgee
State Park near McRae, Georgia; FDR's Little White House in Warm Springs,
Georgia; Callaway Gardens in Pine Mountain, Georgia; the Kolomoki Indian
Mounds in Blakely, Georgia to name a few.  The trips were fun, and we
always found a unique restaurant for our lunches, and when necessary, our
suppers.  We did not do any chain food establishments.  The food was
fantastic, and the boys enjoyed the varied tastes associated with the
locale.

It was on one of our day trips that I noticed what Ryan had talked to me
concerning Myles.  The other boys were ready to explore one of the parks,
and Myles just moved to one of the covered picnic tables.  He pulled out
his phone and began to play a game on it.  I went over and talked to him
and inquired as to why he pulled away from the others.  He said that he
just didn't feel like roaming around that day.  I listened to him, and we
talked a little more.  I too, became concerned and started watching him
more intently as we traveled around and even when he was at the house.

The days passed quickly, and one day, as I was out running errands my phone
rang, and it was Phil.  He said "Doug, have you been listening to the
news?"  I said "No, why?"  He said "You are not going to believe this, but
the Supreme Court has just ruled in favor of same-sex marriages.  This will
affect the entire country, and there are many people celebrating."  I have
to admit that I was shocked even though there had been some positive
movement in some states which had recognized the rights of same sex
relationships.  I said "Well, June 26, 2015 will be a very important and
memorable date."  He said "We will talk more about this tonight."  I didn't
respond as his comment knocked me off my feet.

I finished my errands and headed home.  I began to prepare the evening's
meal which would be grilled chicken, baked red potatoes, grilled corn,
cornbread, and a peach cobbler.  Ryan walked in and beamed when he saw the
peach cobbler.  He began to put the plates, flatware, and glasses on the
counter.  Phil walked in, walked over to me, and hugged me.  Ryan almost
dropped the plates as that was so unusual for Phil to do something like
that after walking into the house.  He turned around and said to Ryan, "You
know I love your Dad, and he needed some loving for preparing this
wonderful meal."  Ryan just shook his head and muttered "Adults."  We
gathered around the counter and had a great meal.

That evening, true to his word, Phil brought up the court ruling.  He said
"Doug, we have talked about our relationship several times, but we never
envisioned that the law of the land and especially here in Georgia would
change.  I have given this a lot of thought since I heard it on the radio
this morning and I really want us to discuss it.  He began the discussion
by laying out the pros and cons as he saw it, and then, I either added to
the list or reasoned as to why it was not a good idea.  In the end, we
decided that while marriage was a good and desired thing for some, but that
for us, we would stay as we were, love one another, do things together and
build a future without a binding legal document.

The days passed, and we were soon celebrating the upcoming Fourth of July.
Phil, Ryan, Myles and I traveled to Panama City Beach and spent the first
five days of the month at one of condos there.  We enjoyed our time on the
sugar white sands of the beach to the point that we were wearing sunburns
from being in the sun.  I applied lotion and sunscreen throughout the day,
but the water just washed it off.  We would return to the room each day,
shower, and I would apply an aloe infused lotion to all of us every
afternoon and evening.  Even though there was a small kitchen in the condo,
we chose to only cook breakfast there and eat the rest of our meals at some
of the restaurants in the area.  We toured Pier Park at night and did some
shopping at the stores there.  During our trip to Pier Park, Myles pulled
away and sat on one of the benches near the theater while we shopped.  I
talked to him, and he said that he was just tired from our excursions.  I
continued to watch him from that time forward.  We left Panama City Beach
and traveled back home on Sunday with a few sunburns that we didn't have on
the trip down.  I had to be very vigilant on the way home because we were
in heavy traffic all the way home.

On Monday after washing all of our dirty clothes, I called Michelle, and we
finalized the plans for Myles' birthday party at my house.  She said that
Myles had come home excited about the trip to Panama City Beach and talked
nonstop about it until she strongly requested that he go to bed.  I laughed
because I have seen him wound up when he was excited.  She told me that she
had talked with Christina, and she would take the boys somewhere Saturday
morning so that we could get things in place without them being underfoot.

I did my final cleaning Friday and had Ryan clean the pool and straighten
up the area around it.  Phil sent a crew over to mow the grass, trim the
walkways and driveway, and update the flower beds with blooming plants.  I
walked out later and was impressed as to how good things looked.  Saturday
morning arrived and Christina called for the boys to come to her house.  I
don't know what she had planned just as long as she had them out of my way.
The party rental company made their delivery of tables and chairs and sat
them up in the backyard after consulting with Michelle.  Phil set up two
large tubs, stocked them with a variety of sodas, and then, iced them down.
The cake lady arrived with the birthday cake and churns of ice cream.  We
sat the churns in the kitchen sink and placed the cake on the counter.
Meredith brought fifteen candles over and placed them on the counter beside
the cake.  Michelle asked me where should we set up the gift table and I
suggested that we use the hearth.  She then placed her gift there and I
asked Phil to put our gift along with hers.  Christina had the boys clean
up before she would allow them to come to the party.  They entered, roamed
the house, and inspected the entire set-up.

Soon the party guests began to arrive, and the party kicked off.  Most of
the kids arrived in swim wear, but some had to change once they got there
so, Christina ran the changing rooms.  The pool was full of young adults,
and they seemed to have a lot of fun.  Phil and Meredith manned the grill.
Around four, Michelle called for everyone to come in for grilled
hamburgers, hot dogs, potato chips, and baked beans which Phil, Meredith
and Christina had fixed while Michelle and I ran the party.  After everyone
had eaten, Michelle asked Myles to come to the counter.  Meredith had
placed the candles on the cake and lit them.  Myles had to make a wish and
blow them out.  He did, and then, Michelle began to cut the cake while
Meredith served the ice cream.  Michelle made sure that we did not have any
cake left over, as she cut pretty generous slices.  The cake and ice cream,
as we had learned previously, was perfect and so delicious.  We called
everyone to the family room; many of the guests sat around on the floor
while Myles unwrapped his gifts, and personally thanked the giver for the
gift.  He was so sincere in wording his thanks until he got to his mom's
gift.  He sat there wide mouthed and with saucer-like eyes.  He pulled a
gift card and a note from the box.  We had him read the note out loud and
he read "Dear Son, It is so hard to believe that you are fifteen years
old. I love you with my whole heart, and I want you to enjoy your upcoming
year, and your time at the farm.  I want you to use this gift card to
purchase you a paddleboard and an oar.  He jumped up and hugged Michelle,
then, he looked straight at me and asked "Pops, will you go with me?"  I
told him I definitely would; then, he opened the gift from Phil and me.  We
had gone together and bought him a collection of colognes and a bracelet.
He got up and hugged both of our necks.  He brought tears to Phil's eyes as
he hugged Phil.  Phil had become very fond of both Myles and Ryan.

The party wound down, and we began to clean up and return the house to some
state of order.  The party rental company returned and collected the chairs
and tables.  Michelle thanked Phil, Meredith, Christina and me for our
help, but I am the one who got the longest hug and a kiss on the cheek.

Myles stuck around for a while longer and asked me when could we go and
pick out his paddleboard. I told him that we would do it on Monday.  He was
excited and the other boys wanted to go with us.  I smiled and thought to
myself; poor Justin and Colt.  They might as well send the money to me so I
could get one for Jay, and one for Rob.  We finished cleaning up from the
party and collapsed in the family room.  Myles went home earlier so that he
could have some quality time with his mom.  He promised to see us tomorrow.
Around eleven that night, we called it a night and headed to bed.  I was
beat, and I was the one who fell asleep first.

On Monday morning, I received an early call from both Justin and Colt.
They asked if I would help Jay and Rob pick-out their paddleboards.  I
agreed and told them that I would purchase them and bring them to my house.
Around two o'clock the boys gathered at my house, and we headed to the
sports store. We drove up, and the boys bailed out and headed into the
store.  They looked at the boards and tried to narrow down their choices.
Rob chose an orange, Jay as expected chose a red, while Myles chose a blue
one.  The store manager helped them with the paddles, and I paid for the
boards for Rob and Jay while Myles used his card to purchase his.  We
loaded up our purchases and head back home.  They unloaded their boards and
stored them in the garage.  Later that afternoon, Colt and Justin came over
to see what the boys had chosen and to pay me.  I told them that we needed
to have a meeting Tuesday night to discuss the trip to the lake as we would
be leaving on Friday.  They agreed and said that they would be there.

Tuesday evening arrived and everyone gathered in our family room to talk
about the upcoming trip to the lake.  I brought out the chart and we talked
our way through what everyone should take or be responsible for before and
during the trip.  Justin was so happy to see Shane, Matt and Jared at the
meeting.  He asked Matt what did his Dad need us to do and Matt said "Dad
said for you guys to bring your clothes, sun lotion, a great appetite, a
desire to have fun, and he would handle everything else.  Oh yeah, and he
is going to pick you guys up in the motor home."  I began to feel a little
jealous, but I knew that I was going up earlier with the boys and the guys,
and we would have several days there without the Dads.  Later, Matt called
his Dad and the adults decided that they would leave on Wednesday morning,
so that they would have about three full days at the lake.

We finished the meeting and Phil and I called it a day.  We went to our
room, and Phil wanted to know if I wanted him to go with the adults, or to
drive by himself.  I told him that I thought he needed to bond with the
other adults; and that I would like for him to go with them in the motor
home, but he and I would sleep together.  He smiled and said "Oh, so I am
not being put out to pasture so that you can enjoy a young stud?"  I
frowned and told him that if he continued with statements like that I would
definitely be shopping the stables.  He leaned over and kissed me deeply
while letting his hand explore the contents of my boxer briefs.  He pulled
them off along with his and tossed them to the floor.  He got between my
legs and began to rub our cocks together while he kissed me deeply.  He
kissed and tongued my neck, ears, and nips.  At some point, I felt my legs
automatically rise and lock around his neck.  He took that opportunity to
position his cock at my hole and made entry.  He eased in, and it felt so
good to have him in me.  He began to pull out and push in as I moaned when
he hit my prostate.  He speeded up, and I tried to get him to slow down,
but he was on a mission and soon he was cumming inside me.  He stopped his
pounding and just lay on top of me with his cock still inside.  Later, his
cock slid out, and he rolled me over onto my side.  After he had me on my
side facing away from him, he let his hand roam from my chest down to my
cock.  He took my cock in his hand and began to jack me off.  Soon, I began
to come all over my stomach area and the sheet that I was laying on.  He
took his hand that he had used to jack me off and placed it in front of my
mouth.  I licked two fingers clean, and then, pushed the others to him so
that he could enjoy my jism.  He got up after we had cleaned the cum from
his hand; got a damp wash cloth, and wiped us and the bed clean.  He got
back in bed, pulled me to him, played with my pubes and fell asleep.  I
joined him in a few minutes.

END OF CHAPTER 48 - My Son and His Friends

I hope that you have enjoyed this chapter.  I have worked diligently to get
this story out and to get closer to the lake trip.  Do you think that Doug
will be faithful to Phil or will he give in to advances from the guys?
Will the boys see the adults in a different light?  How will Matt's Dad fit
in?  Will there be nudity once the adults arrive?  The answers to these and
many other questions will be answered in Chapter 49.

Thank you to those who have become faithful readers or who have written
about Chapter 47.  Your comments help motivate me and I truly enjoy reading
your thoughts and responding to your e-mails.  I hope that you will
continue to contact me.

Until Chapter 49 - enjoy life.

Jay