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Robert and Johnny
The rest of the story
(Part three of the trilogy began in My 11th Summer, then Tween to Teen) By: Kewl Dad

A lot went on that next week after our night on the town. First of all, I called Marvin and made an appointment to come look at cars the following Saturday after we'd met at the bar. Meanwhile, we'd heard from Gerald about the wedding and everything seemed to be going fine. We also got good news concerning Lam, as soon as the happy couple got back from their honeymoon in Florida, courtesy of the in-laws, the way would be clear for the boy to fly to America, and to eventually be adopted by the happy couple.

We even found time to have Bill and Peter over, and though neither of them said as much, I sensed that their relationship had moved to a new level. There was something about the way they behaved around one another, the frequent glances, and occasional touching that said it all. I brought the subject up with Johnny later and he agreed, but so far neither boy had admitted to anything.

Marvin was friendly and helpful, showing me several cars that I liked, but unfortunately all were a bit out of my price range. When I told him what I had in mind, he smiled and steered me back to the first car we'd looked at, a '72 green metallic Monte Carlo with moss green seats and a vinyl top. I'd like the car from the get go, but thought it was a bit overpriced at $1500.

"I only have 750 in this one, I'll let you have if for a grand, and I'll finance at 8 percent interest with 500 down."

"I have my own financing, is that a problem? I can pay cash..."

"Well, we like to make money off the financing, but since it's you guys, I'll do the deal as cash for the same price."

"We'll take it!" I said excitedly, and an hour later I drove away in my own, like new, '72 Monte Carlo. I couldn't wait to show mom and dad, and especially Mikey, and we made plans to do just that the following day.

That night we celebrated by going out to dinner, then a movie, and made slow gentle love back at our apartment. We fell asleep in each other's arms and woke refreshed and ready to hit the road right after breakfast.

We'd called mom and dad in advance, but I asked them not to tell Mikey we were coming. I also hinted that we had a surprise, but dad guessed right away what it was, though I didn't confirm it, rather saying, "You'll just have to wait and see."

We arrived around one o'clock, and as soon as we pulled into the driveway, here came Mikey running at top speed. He screeched to a halt when he saw it was us, and met me at the driver's side door as I rolled down the window.

"Holy smokes, you got a car, and it's so cool," he said excitedly.

"Yeah, and in a bit we'll take you for a ride in it, but first we need to check in with mom and dad.

Mom and dad had made it outside by then, and we spent a while looking the car over from front to back, before dad finally suggested I pop the hood so he could check out the engine.

"It looks like new, Robert," he said staring at the immaculately clean engine and components.

"The guy said it belonged to an older man who didn't drive it all that much. It only had about 25,000 miles on it, and he sold it to me for a thousand bucks."

"Really, hmm...that sounds like a real steal. Maybe I need to go see this guy. I've been thinking about buying mom a new car and taking the Impala for myself."

"He sells Chevys, I mean new ones, and all kinds of used cars. Just let me know and I'll go with you. I'm sure they'll give you a deal too."

Of course, I couldn't tell my folks how I knew Marvin, or Fred, but what they didn't know they couldn't worry about.

Mom insisted we have lunch with them, and since she'd gone to so much trouble we gave in. I'm glad we did though, cause she'd made her famous fried chicken and homemade potato salad and it was delicious.

After we cleaned up the mess, we all piled in to the Monte Carlo, Mikey between me and Johnny, and my folks in the back, and I drove around for about an hour. At first I cruised main to show off, then headed out highway 69 and turned onto 69-A and headed toward Grand River bridge. There was only a factory AM/FM radio currently, but we planned on replacing it with one of those new AM/FM 8-track players as soon as we had time.

Meanwhile, Mikey had the radio tuned to radio station, KELI, in Tulsa, and we listened to rock as we rolled along. Even mom and dad liked what they like to call, that new music, and mom would often sing along to such groups as the Beach Boys or The Mommas and Papas.

I took us through back roads after that, some of them gravel, and we wound up on Highway 20 before finally coming into Pryor from the East. As we rolled up the highway between the graveyard that lay on each side of the road, mom suggested we stop at Sonic and get a drink or some ice cream.

At the drive-in, everyone ordered drinks, but Mikey said he wanted a dip cone. However, after mom reminded him how messy they were, and that he didn't want to ruin my new car seats, he settled for a milkshake with a lid on it.

Dad paid for the drinks and we sat there a while before I drove us all back to mom and dad's house. Funny, there was a time when I would have said, my house, but now my house, or home rather, was 45 miles away and shared with my lover Johnny.

It was a pleasant day for that time of year, and Mikey suggested we go in the backyard and play with Snoopy. We hadn't seen the mutt in a while, but he was just as excited to see us as always. As we wrestled with him on the ground, he managed to lick all our faces, prompting Johnny to remind us where his tongue had been.

I wanted to tell him, he had no room to talk, but with my family there I couldn't go into that. Dad seemed as if he had something on his mind, and without being too obvious about it I managed to get him aside and have a private chat with him.

"Everything okay, dad?"

"Yes, fine, why do you ask?" he said, but I still wasn't convinced.

"Are you sure? You seem like you have something on your mind."

He chuckled, "I always thought it was the parent who was supposed to pick up on things like that."

"Well, I may not be a parent, but I'm mature enough to know when someone is bullshitting me," I said grinning.

"Fair enough, let's go around front, I'd rather your mother didn't hear this."

"Oh, sure," I said, a little anxious now to hear he was keeping secrets from mom.

We walked over to my car then, and dad leaned against it as he gathered his thoughts. I waited somewhat impatiently, but I knew better than to rush him.

Finally, he began, "It's about your brother."

"Mikey?" I said, my hackles really going up now, "What about him?"

"How do I say this without embarrassing us both?" he muttered to himself.

"Dad..." I whined, "what could be so embarrassing you can't tell your gay son?" I laughed.

"Yes, that's true," he chuckled, "Well, the thing is, I sort of...umm, stumbled upon him and Joe...umm...doing some stuff."

"Oh, is that all?" I said, relieved it was something so simple, "and you were surprised?" I smirked.

"Oh hell, I guess not. I was young once, but...I just worry...you know? I want grandkids..."

"Dad, just because Mikey is exploring his sexuality doesn't mean he's gay. Lots of my friends messed around and most of them are married now and have kids. I'll admit, Johnny and I were different, but we're an exception, not a rule."

"I know, I know, but I'm afraid I didn't handle it very well. I sent Joe home and told his dad what I'd seen, but he was no help. He just laughed, and told me that was normal boy stuff, and...that he'd done the same stuff when he was a kid."

"I think most boys do that stuff," I offered, but I didn't go as far as to ask my dad if he was one of those boys.

"I know, I know. I just feel...I don't know, like I failed or something. Mikey was very upset, and he said he didn't understand why I was so mad. He said...he said, Robert and Johnny do that stuff and you don't get mad at them."

"Ouch," I said, finally realizing the real issue here. My dad was afraid Johnny and I were setting a bad example.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not blaming you or Johnny. In fact, I have a feeling Joe may have initiated the messing around. After all, he's older."

"Yes, in fact he's the same age Johnny and I were when we..."

"Yes, I remember seeing a change in both of you then, but I didn't know what it was till much later."

"Do you want me to have a talk with him?"

"Would you mind?" he said with a pleading look.

"No, I wouldn't mind at all. Why don't I take him for a private drive in my car and we can talk about it? I'll clue Johnny in, and you can tell mom...well, whatever you want. By the way, why are you keeping this from mom?"

"Because she still thinks of your brother as her little boy, and I don't want to spoil that right now."

I laughed, "Dad, you don't give mom near enough credit. I'll bet she had me and Johnny figured out way before you did, so...I'm betting she already suspects her little boy is playing with himself."

Dad actually blushed, but he didn't refute my claim. "Well, for now, I don't want to have that discussion with her, so...if you can talk to him, maybe I won't have to."

'You do understand that I'm not going to tell him he's wrong, or to cut it out, don't you? What I am going to tell him is to be discrete, is that okay with you? I don't want to undermine your authority here."

"I understand, I just don't want his mom to walk in on what I did that night."

"Great, I'll tell you everything we discuss after we're done, okay?"

"I trust you, son," he said laying a hand on my shoulder, "and thanks for doing this."

"Dad, it's my honor and a privilege to help you. After all the things you did for me and Johnny," I said, tears forming in my eyes as I leaned in to hug him.

I closed my eyes as I breathed in his unique scent, and suddenly I felt like a little boy again. Then pulling back I smiled, wiped at my eyes, and said, "Let's do this."

I quickly explained to Johnny what was going on without going into detail, and of course Mikey was thrilled to have his big brother all alone for awhile.

We just chatted about regular stuff for a few blocks, then Mikey turned to me and cocked his cute head like a puppy and said, "Dad's mad at me, ain't he?"

"No, he is definitely not mad at you," I said. I should have known as perceptive as my little brother was that he'd know something was up.

"He yelled at us," he said looking sad, "I cried."

I almost laughed from the way he said the last part, I cried, as if it were direction for some script.

"He was...just surprised, I guess. He's not mad, and he's sorry about how he handled things."

"Then how come he don't pologize and umm...hug me," he said sounding tragic, and now I wanted to cry myself.

"He umm, he's just embarrassed, I guess, or something, but he's definitely not mad. He's upset that he didn't handle things well, and it's really bothering him."

"Does mom know?"

"He didn't tell her, but our mom is pretty smart. If she hasn't figured it out yet, she will."

"I don't understand what's the big deal. You and Johnny..." Mikey said frowning.

I cut him off, "That's not the issue here, bro," I said as I pulled into the park, where we often brought Mikey to play, "let's take a walk," I suggested as I put the car in park.

The sun was warm, and we had no need for our jackets so we left them in the car, and I led him to the little bridge that crossed the stream that ran through the park.

Leaning on the railing, I thought about how best to handle this. It was ridiculous to think I could ignore the obvious, that Johnny and I had been messing around ever since we were kids, but I didn't want that to be Mikey's justification for his own actions.

"Look, brother," I said, turning to him and taking him by the shoulders and looking into his cute face, "it's not that what you did was wrong, but adults don't really want to see kids doing that stuff, especially parents. Johnny and I were always very careful, in fact, the only time we ever got caught was when Johnny kissed me in the garage," I added the last with a chuckle as I thought about how terrified I was when that happened. But my dad had been cool about it, even going so far as to pretend he didn't see what he obviously saw.

"So, I should lock the door?"

I laughed, "Yeah, that would be good. By the way, where were you when this happened?"

"In my room, nekkid," he said, "we weren't even doin' anything, yet. But we had boners."

I laughed, "I bet. Dad didn't tell me that, just that he caught you and Joe doing something, but he didn't say what. I just assumed you were...you know, messing around?

"We were gonna, but then dad sent Joe home and he went down and talked to Uncle Joe, and well...I stayed in my room most of the night so I don't know what he said."

"Dad mentioned that, seems Uncle Joe thought it was no big deal," I chuckled, "which is just like our Uncle Joe, he's very open minded. I think he had me and Johnny figured out long before anyone else did."

"Uncle Joe is awesome," Mikey agreed, "so...what about dad? You said he's not mad, but is he still upset about finding us nekkid?"

"Only because he felt like he blew it, no pun intended," I chuckled, realizing I didn't know exactly how far he and his cousin had gone.

Mikey giggled, "You mean like a blow job?"

"So, you know about that, huh?"

"Sure, it's fun, and Joe says when we get a little older we'll make sperms and that they taste good. Is that true?"

"Yes, as you mature you will begin to produce semen, which is the fluid that carries the sperms, which are the little buggers that fertilize the eggs of a woman and make babies. As to the taste, some like it, some don't."

"Ugh, that's a lot to think about," Mikey groaned, "so far I'm not interested in girls, but I might be...someday."

"Yeah, you're still young," I said, even though I'd figured out that I only liked boys when I was his age.

"So, dad's not mad, and mom doesn't know, and I should go ahead and do stuff, but just be careful, is that it?"

"Yes, exactly. It's called being discreet. Parents don't need to know everything their kids do, got it?"

Mikey giggled again, the sound of his voice like music to my ears, "So, lock the door, or do it somewhere private, like...in the boxcar?"

I laughed, "So, you know about the sand car by the train station too?" The box car filled with sand had been a frequent hangout for Johnny and my friends, especially when we wanted to mess around.

"Yeah, it's private there, and kind of cool. After we do stuff we play in the sand."

"So, any questions for me little bro, while we have this time together?"

"Well, Joe and me were sort of wondering...about...you know? the butt stuff, but we're too scared to try it."

How should I answer? I wondered, Johnny and I had begun having anal sex almost as soon as we learned about blow jobs and all the rest, but then Johnny and I were in love.

"Well, I'll be honest. I think that part of sex is something very serious and special, and it's best saved for someone you really care about."

"You mean like you and Johnny?"

"Exactly, and besides that: it can be painful and messy, especially the first time."

Mikey nodded, "It does sound kind of nasty. I think we'll just stick with blowjobs and jacking off for now, but we do like to, umm, kiss sometimes."

How sweet was that? Kissin' cousins, I thought, smiling to myself.

"You and Joe have always been close, more like brothers than cousins, and it's only natural that you want to show affection for one another, but again, that should be kept private."

"Yeah, I'd be more embarrassed to kiss in front of anyone than to be nekkid," Mikey joked.

"Anything else?"

"Nah, not really. I'm just glad dad isn't mad. I was really worried. I was afraid he wasn't gonna let me see Joe again."

"That never crossed his mind," I assured him, "he was just a little shocked, but he got over it. He only asked me to talk to you because he knew I understood exactly what you're going through. Johnny and I were experts at keeping our sexy fun private," I laughed.

"Cool, from now on I will be too. Dad will never ever suspect what we're doing," he said grinning.

"Well, I don't know about that, but I guarantee he will never walk into your room again without knocking," I laughed, and Mikey giggled, and our talk was done.

I pushed Mikey on the swings next, then we took a ride on the merry-go-round, but eventually we headed home. It was close to five by then, and Johnny and I wanted to get back home before dark if possible.

Mom tried to talk us into staying for dinner, but we were both tired and begged off. The three of them walked us to the car and Mikey hugged me tight, and whispered 'thank you' in my ear, then hugged Johnny and scampered off to stand by mom and dad.

I smiled when I saw Dad place a hand on my little brother's chest and draw him against him before bending down to kiss his blonde head. I waved and climbed into the driver's seat and we were off. I hadn't noticed the tear in my eye till Johnny mentioned it and I wiped it away then filled him in on dad and Mikey's dilemma. He laughed, but agreed that I had said all the right things and that he was sure my dad would get over the shock soon.

"After all, he was cool with you and me," Johnny said, "but at least he didn't walk in on us naked."

"Oh God, I shudder to think how he would have reacted, how we would have reacted. Getting caught kissing was bad enough."

"Yeah, but looking back now, it's kind of funny."

"Sure, even if you did bail on me and leave me to face the music alone," I said cuffing him gently on the arm.

Johnny laughed, "I was so freaked out I didn't know what to do, so I just ran. I'm sorry, but then I've apologized a hundred times for that, haven't I?"

"Yeah, I forgive you," I said leaning over to kiss him on the cheek.

"When we get home, I'll apologize again, this time with us both naked," Johnny said giving me a lewd look.

"You're on mister, we can get pizza later or something."