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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

Halloween had always been a big deal for us boys growing up, but not so much in the years following graduation. Oh sure, there had been Halloween parties at college a couple times and we'd always dressed up for those.

Living in an apartment as we did now, with mostly adults living there, we had never felt the need to buy candy or decorate, but this year we'd decided to go whole hog, as my dad liked to say, for the benefit of Bill, Peter, and Lam.

Of course, Halloween was new to Lam, but what kid doesn't like the idea of dressing up and begging for sweet treats from every house on the block? Bill and Peter felt they might be getting a little too old for trick-or- treating, but Johnny and I convinced them they were good for at least one more year.

We figured that if we dressed them up well enough, the folks handing out candy would be too impressed with their costumes to worry about their age. While Johnny and I were pretty handy at most things, my mom was the real expert when it came to sewing, so we enlisted her help in designing and making costumes for Bill and Peter.

Gerald and Sherry already had Lam's costume made, and he was going as a Genie, lamp and all. With his dark hair and almond eyes, he would turn out to be so beautiful, all dressed up in his shiny satin outfit, that most adults were so awed that they threw in a little extra candy.

As for Bill and Peter, we thought long and hard about what costumes might be best for them, but it was Bill who finally gave us the inspiration we needed.

"I want to be an...an, Indian," Bill said, "and Pete...Peter can be a cowboy."

Of course we thought that was a great idea, although we did worry that Bill's costume might be too skimpy if the weather turned cool. However, mom made him long leather-looking britches, and from the back of her closet she produced a brown leather vest with fringes which she tailored to fit Bill. Beneath it, Bill wore a tan, long-sleeved shirt that nearly matched his own skin color and gave the illusion that he was bare chested. A band around his head and several feathers topped off his costume, and of course some war paint applied to his face at the last moment, courtesy of our resident artist, Johnny.

Peter's costume was easier, jeans, chaps, a cowboy shirt, and faux leather vest, a holster and toy gun, and an old cowboy hat that belonged to my Uncle Joe when he was just a kid himself.

They looked absolutely fabulous and I would have bet that had there been some kind of award for best costumes, our three boys would have come in first second and third place.

I only regretted that we couldn't bring Mikey over to trick or treat with the three, but he didn't seem too broken up about it, because Uncle Joe was taking him and his kids to 'the rich side of town' this year.

Tulsa back then, as it is now, had it's good and bad parts, the North side being mostly poorer folks, and the South, where the city was growing the fastest. Centrally located was what I like to call the 'old rich' houses built during the oil boom, mini-mansions and estates as well as nice gingerbread houses and ranch style homes. There were (are) even a few with that California look inspired by Frank Lloyd Wright and others, and these homes were especially well decorated during the holidays.

On the southern edge, closer to this area, were more modern and newer homes, still very nice and way out of our price range. And further south, the newest houses, which I thought of as middle to upper class homes. That was not to say there weren't some expensive homes in that area as well, but most were affordable for middle-class Tulsans.

We thought long and hard about where to begin, and decided we'd start about midway in the area not far from our apartment in the Brookside area. These homes were nice, but not too flashy, and most were well decorated for Halloween.

We'd drop the boys off at the corner, let them work their way down the block and back up, then pick them up again. If anyone objected to our intrusion on their neighborhood, they kept it to themselves, and we proceeded to do this in a number of areas till the boys were tired and their bags full.

We'd been lucky, the temps that night were mild, and in fact, Peter complained that he was actually hot in all that western garb. Lam seemed to have boundless energy and did not complain about anything, smiling the whole time and occasionally peeking inside his bag to see what sort of treasures he'd been given.

If he had any doubts about Halloween being valid, or thought it was crazy, those feelings were quickly dispelled when he saw how much fun trick-or-treating was, and what the rewards were. We took a whole roll of color pictures of the boys, and somewhere in all the photos we've accumulated over the years, those pics remain, a lasting memory of the fun we all had that night.

After walking around for several hours, the boys were not only tired, but hungry and we treated them to dinner at Pennington's Drive-In, then we dropped Bill and Peter off at their apartment, then Lam at his. Gerald and Sherry were shocked at how much candy Lam had received, but I reminded them what a cute Genie he was, and that the ladies must have taken notice and heaped on extra. In fact, it seemed Bill and Peter were treated much the same, as their sacks were all about equally filled.

Back at home, Johnny and I settled down for some quiet time, and eventually the topic of our own Halloweens as boys came up.

"Wow, we always had fun," Johnny said, "and it didn't matter which houses we went to, we always got good stuff. I think back then folks were more into Halloween than they are today."

"Well, it didn't hurt that Pryor was so small we could hit almost every house there in one night," I laughed, "I was just thinking, before you moved to that house by the big park, we used to think that was the rich neighborhood."

"It was, back then, then folks started building out south. What is it about the South end of town? Even here the town is building that way."

"It's just how the town is laid out. I'm sure there are cities where it's different. In Pryor we lived in one of the older parts, well before you moved, and that was the West side."

"Yeah, I wonder who's living in my old house by the school?" Johnny said, suddenly looking nostalgic, "boy, we had some good times there..."

"We sure did," I sighed, "but we had plenty of good times at my house too, still do," I said grinning, "and...what about the good times here in our very own little love nest? What say we go into the bedroom and recreate some of those good times?"

"Is sex all you think about?" Johnny teased.

"No, I like food too," I said grabbing his hand and pulling him up with me, "and sometimes I like to combine the two. I'm gonna eat you from head to toe, mister," I growled.

"Yikes, lead on then. I could use a good mauling."

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This was our second Holiday season in our own apartment, and unlike last year we decided to spend as much time with friends and family as we could. We'd have our private moments too, but this time of year was all about family and friends and we embraced that with gusto that year.

Of course, having Lam, Gerald and Sherry, as well as Bill and Peter nearby to share our time with, made the season even brighter that year. Little did we know that it would soon be made even brighter by an unexpected addition to our lives.

Thanksgiving we spent with our folks, all congregating at Caleb's house where our moms and granny laid out a feast fit for a king, and enough food for a small army, or ten teenagers.

It was a mild sunny day and after stuffing ourselves, us boys wandered outside to shoot the bull and enjoy the fresh air and sunshine.

"I wish Gerald and his family could've come?" Caleb said.

"They decided to spend Thanksgiving with Sherry's folks, but they came and got Gerald's mom and she's staying over a few days. I guess she got time off from her job at the hospital."

"That's nice. What about your little buddies, Bill and Peter?" Tony wondered.

"Oh, since their mom started working again, they're doing much better. They have food on the table and they are talking about moving to a better area. We're trying to get them to move to our apartment complex, but their mom says it's too expensive."

"Hmm, can't she get help, like from the government?"

"I think so, Johnny and I are going to help her check into that. But for now, they're just fine and were looking forward to Thanksgiving dinner. We bought them a turkey, and their mom is providing the rest."

"That's great. So...Johnny, are you selling any art these days?"

"Yeah, a lot more than I thought I would. Those galleries in Tulsa are much more productive than the ones in Tahlequah. In fact, with the sales the last two months we were able to pay off Robert's car loan. He owns that baby free and clear now."

We...we, own it," I said frowning. It was a sore point with me that our relationship couldn't be officially recognized, and that if one of us was to die, there would be no way to make sure the other got the assets we'd built up together.

"I know, I know," Johnny said trying to soothe me, "someday gay marriage will be legal, till then we just gotta deal with it, babe."

"I know, it's just so unfair," I whined, then I smiled, "but as long as we know it's real, and our friends and family know it and accept us, that's enough for now."

"Aww, you know we love you fags just like you are," Caleb joked.

"Uh, excuse me. It takes one to know one," I laughed.

"Yeah, you got me there."

"Speaking of that, anyone new in your life as of late?"

"Funny you should ask," Caleb said grinning, "there's this guy I met at work. He came in to buy a new turntable and stereo equipment and we wound up going out to lunch together. So far that's all, but he suggested we go see a movie sometime, and I thought that sounded an awful lot like being asked out on a date."

"Oh, wonderful, what's he like, what does he look like? Oh, and what's his name?" I asked excitedly.

"He's tall, slim, very good looking, and apparently rich. He wanted only the finest equipment, which I was glad to order for him. He spent almost a thousand dollars that day...and he drives a brand new Camaro too. Oh, and his name is Mark, Mark Douglas."

"That's great, does he live here in Pryor?"

"Yeah. You know that new edition out on Elliot past 9th Street? He lives out there."

"Hey, those houses are pretty expensive from what I've heard," Johnny said, "does he live alone?"

"That, I don't know," Caleb admitted, "he's young enough that he could still be living with mommy and daddy. He's only 20."

"Ah, a spoiled rich boy," I teased, "well, have fun anyway. Even if he's not your Prince Charming, you can still ride him like a horse," I said, and we all burst out laughing.

After a while we decided to walk to the park, which was just up the street, and we hung around there till we got bored. Later, back at Caleb's, we visited with the adults (I still thought of us as kids) and caught up on our busy lives. It was mom who laid the groundwork for what was to come soon, by bringing up an issue that she'd only become aware of lately.

"I don't know if you remember your cousin Zeke from Arkansas, but I got a letter from his momma, and apparently he's gotten into some kind of trouble there, and they're worried for his safety."

"What kind of trouble?" I asked frowning.

"I don't know, Edith didn't say, but he's only 13, how much trouble could he get into?"

"Thirteen?" Johnny said looking thoughtful, "well, speaking from experience, I'd say...he could get into a lot of trouble if he fell in with the wrong bunch."

"Why did she write you anyway?" I said, feeling confused, "do you two keep in touch, or was this out of the blue?"

"I hadn't heard from her since last Christmas, but I get the feeling that she wrote me out of desperation this time. She said that she would give me more details next time and see if I could help her figure out what to do."

"Hmm, interesting. Let me know what you find out," I said, trying to remember exactly which boy Zeke was, and how old he would have been back then, then I voiced my thoughts, "he'd have been just a little kid back then, right?"

"Yes, probably one of the little ones you didn't pay much attention to. I'll be honest, they have so many kids I can't keep track of them," she chuckled.

"I hope everything works out okay," I said sincerely. Even with only this little bit of information being tossed my way, I had this awful feeling that any further news would be bad, not good.

Johnny and I stayed over that night at our folks' house, and it was the first time we'd been separated since the previous year. However, we didn't part till almost ten o'clock, and afterwards I had Mikey to keep me occupied, though I wondered how Johnny would deal with his situation.

The next day Caleb had to work, but Tony was off and we hung out with him till Caleb closed up his shop at 5. He'd gotten a call from his new friend, Mark, and they'd talked for a while and agreed to go bowling on Saturday night.

We followed Caleb home, then he climbed in the Bug Bus with us and we just drove around as we talked.

"Bowling huh? Maybe afterwards you can play with his balls," I teased.

"I hope so, but the problem is: where do we go? I wouldn't feel comfortable bringing him here..."

"How about Ronnie and Jake's place?" Johnny joked, "a foursome?"

Caleb laughed, "Well, maybe someday, but not for our first time."

"Rent a room at the Holiday Motel (Pryor's only motel back then)?" I suggested.

"I could I guess, but wouldn't that seem like I was scheming to get him in bed?"

"Well, wait till you see where the date is headed, then worry about where to go. You could always just park at lover's lane, like two teenagers," I joked.

"I'm probably reading more into that than there is. Not everyone is gay," Caleb sighed, "he might just be looking for a friend."

"Well, look where that led all of us," I teased, "once, Johnny and I were only friends, then we discovered sex, and we became lovers."

Caleb laughed, "Yeah, and I could use some of that kind of friendship right now."

"Hasn't Tony been keeping you satisfied?" Johnny teased, "or does Tony have a new girlfriend?" he added, looking at Tony who just grinned.

"I got lots of guy friends and I know a few girls who like to have fun, but no one serious. As for Caleb and me, we find time to take care of each other when we can."

"Too bad we don't have anywhere to go..." I said, adjusting myself automatically.

"Well, you know? There's plenty of room in the Bug Bus," Johnny said, "what if I drove us out to Grand River and we parked on one of the trails out there?"

"You guys up for that?" I asked excitedly.

"Sure, okay..." Tony said, "and I know Caleb is," he said giving his bro a playful grope, causing him to squeak.

"Careful or I'll pop right here," Caleb teased, "I need to get some relief before I go on my big 'date' anyway. You know what they say about going off half-cocked," he laughed.

"Yeah, never go on a first date fully loaded, " Tony added, sounding well seasoned in this area.

The drive to the river took less than 15 minutes, and that time of evening it was already starting to get dark, and they hadn't encountered more than three cars along the way.

At the river, they drove along the trail along the bank, but other than a lone fisherman out on the rocks, they saw no one else. They soon turned onto the trails that wound through the woods and found one that dead-ended with lots of trees and bushes to hide the Bug Bus from the main trail.

As soon as Johnny pulled to a stop, I hopped out and climbed in back with Caleb and Tony and Johnny soon joined us. We weren't sure how far we would go, so for the time being we just unbuttoned our pants and pulled them and our underwear down to reveal our hard cocks.

We touched and fondled each other, but for the moment no one got serious about getting off. It seemed like Tony had grown some more down there, but I think it was because he was trimming his pubic hair closer to the skin now. It looked good on him and made his cock stand out, looking tasty and inviting, and before long I had it in my mouth.

Johnny was taking good care of Caleb as well, while he sat back, eyes closed, enjoying the attention. I watched the two out of the corner of my eye, admiring their lean sexy bodies and handsome faces, growing more excited by the minute. I transferred that excitement to the job at hand, and soon had Tony moaning and thrusting to fill my mouth with his hard hot cock.

Grabbing onto his thighs, I buried his cock in my throat and just held it there, working my throat muscles, swallowing it over and over till he finally exploded, the first shot going straight down my gullet.

I moaned my approval as his tasty cum coated my tongue and the insides of my mouth, and only when I was satisfied I had it all did I swallow.

"You taste just as good as you did that first time I sucked you dry," I said once I'd spit-shined his cockhead with my tongue.

"Thanks, give me a minute and I'll return the favor," Tony panted.

"No hurry, I'll just watch my lover sucking Caleb's poor neglected dick," I chuckled.

Johnny moaned around Caleb's cock, Caleb moaned in ecstasy, and I moaned at how hot the scene playing out before me was.

"God, if that isn't sexy, I don't know what is," I swooned.

"I like fucking and all," Tony said then, "but there is something about a blow job that really gets my blood boiling, especially if the guy is as good at it as you are."

"Hey, no one is as good at it as I am," I teased, "but I get what you mean, there has to be a connection. I like to think I don't suck cock, that I make love to it, and when I also love the person I'm sucking, there is a special connection."

"Oh...shiiiiit..." Caleb cried out then as he began to fill Johnny's mouth with his hot sticky cum. Caleb seemed to be coming especially hard and it was obvious that Johnny was having a hard time keeping up with the amount of cum he was producing.

"Oh, man, you taste...so...good," Johnny said between spurts.

"Uhhhh," Caleb moaned, his body finally settling down as he went limp with release.

"That...was sexy as hell, bro," Tony said locking eyes with Caleb.

"Amazing, as always, give me a minute..." Caleb panted.

"I have something else in mind," Johnny said interrupting Caleb before he could finish, "Robert, I want you to fuck me leaning up against the Bug Bus, but use a condom so it won't be so messy."

"Do we even have any...condoms, I mean?"

"In the glove box, for emergencies," he laughed, "and there's lube too."

"If I didn't know you better I'd worry you were planning on having sex with someone else," I teased.

"Nooo, you know I'd never do that without you, this is for us."

"I know, I'm teasing. Well, wanna watch us guys?" I said grinning at Caleb and Tony.

"Hell yeah," Caleb replied, stowing his semi erect cock as best he could and zipping up.

It was starting to get a little chilly now, and I noticed Johnny had goosebumps on his cute rear end, but once I got inside him and hugged up to him we both became hot as firecrackers.

There is something very erotic and exciting about doing it in the woods, perhaps because that's where it all started for Johnny and me, and if you have never tried it, I highly recommend it.

The smell of the crisp autumn air, the sound of the wind through the trees, and the feel of Johnny's hot sexy body beneath me was almost too much for my overloaded senses. Within minutes I was out of control, pounding my love mercilessly, a runaway train roaring down the track headed for collision and an explosive orgasm.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh," I screamed so loud some roosting birds above us became spooked and took wing to find a quieter place to spend the night, "Oh, shit...that's so good. I think I'm gonna pass out," I whimpered, clutching Johnny tightly and holding on for dear life.

Caleb laughed, then began to applaud, with Tony soon joining in, "Well done, the perfect outdoor fuck. Maybe I will bring Mark here after our date," he joked.

"I could lend you the Bug Bus," Johnny suggested, "Robert and I are staying over till Sunday."

"Huh, oh...I was kidding, but...I'll think about it," Caleb said grinning.

Well, I couldn't just fuck my lover and then blow him or something. No, I had to feel him inside me too, and though I really didn't like condoms that much, it made sense to use one so as not to be dripping Johnny's cum the rest of the night, however, I did insist on rolling it on Johnny myself.

Johnny lasted a lot longer than I had, to my joy and pleasure, kissing my neck and back the whole time, gripping my waist tightly and actually lifting me up at times to plunge deep. No one, and I mean no one compared to my Johnny when it came time to love me, and love me deep, and I came again just from his pounding that place inside me that felt so good.

I shot on the Bug Bus, Johnny filled the condom, and when he finally pulled away I stood on wobbly legs and wiped myself and the Bug Bus clean with a handful of tissues I'd grabbed earlier.

"Well, I wonder how many laws we just broke?" Tony sniggered.

"Oral and anal sodomy, public indecency, probably illegal parking, and who knows what else," Caleb laughed, "but fuck the law, we had fun and got our rocks off, that's all that matters."

"No, we made love," I insisted, "sex for us isn't just about getting off, you all know that, it's about making each other happy and showing how much we care for each other," I added, wiping a tear from my eye.

"Damn, that's deep," Tony said grinning as he pulled me into a hug, which was soon joined by Caleb and Johnny. We kissed each other then, not passionately, but sweetly, then pulled ourselves together and headed back to town.

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Caleb didn't ask to borrow the Bug Bus, and in fact it wasn't needed. After their bowling date, Mark invited Caleb to come back to his parent's house (yes, he still lived at home) explaining that they were out of town and they'd have the whole place to themselves.

Johnny and I couldn't wait to hear how things went, so we invited both Caleb and Tony to lunch the next day so we could hear the juicy details.

What follows is: as best as I can remember, what happened on Caleb and Mark's date.

"Well, I drove over to Mark's house, well, his folks' house, and he was waiting out front. We left my car there and took Mark's Camaro to the bowling alley..."

I interrupted him then, "Come on, get to the good stuff," I teased, "We don't want to hear about how many strikes you made, what happened after the bowling alley?"

"Okay, okay, geesh, I was just trying to set things up..." he laughed, "Okay, well...after bowling we stopped by DQ and went inside and had burgers and fries, and...Mark insisted on paying."

"Oh man, that means it was a real date, right?" Johnny said excitedly.

"Yeah, I thought so too," Caleb said, "I even had em leave the onions off my burger, just in case," he said blushing.

"Yeah, don't want onions on your breath if you're gonna do some smooching," I chuckled.

"So...anyway, we talked while we ate and really got to know each other better. I learned, among other things, that he's almost 21, his birthday is January 12th, that he has older twin brothers, both in college in Norman, that his dad is an engineer and works for GRDA, and that he is a part time DJ and occasionally works at a club in Tulsa. He took the year off from college to work on his skills as a DJ and believe it or not, his folks approve."

"Wow, I wonder which club?" I said, trying to remember the DJ's at the couple of clubs Johnny and I had gone to, but the truth was, I really didn't pay them much attention.

"Anyway, in high school Mark played in the band, was in speech club and drama club, and...was class president his senior year. Pretty impressive, huh?"

"Does anyone get the same vibes I do, that Mark might like guys? I mean, speech club, drama club, band, come on..."

Caleb laughed, "I'm getting ahead of my story if I answer that. Just be patient and I'll get to the good parts."

"Okay, okay, go for it."

We were sitting in the parking lot of the Walmart at this point, having just finished our lunch at Ken's Pizza a short time before. We'd saved our questions about the date for somewhere more private, and now here we were.

"Well, when we got back to his house I figured we'd just say goodnight and I'd get in my pickup and drive home...but boy, was I wrong. As soon as we pulled into the driveway, Mark invited me to come in, and explained that his folks were away for the weekend and wouldn't be back till Monday."

"Oh, wow...perfect," I said rubbing my hands together, "so...what happened then?"

"I said no, of course, and drove on home," Caleb teased, "I'm kidding, of course I went inside with him. He led me to the kitchen and grabbed a couple beers out of the fridge and then gave me a tour of the house. It's really nice, with four bedrooms, three bathrooms, a two car garage, and a really nice backyard and patio.

We even sat on the patio in a glider, so close I could feel the heat coming off his body. We drank our beer and talked some more, and I couldn't help but notice that he took every opportunity to touch me in some way. At first he'd just gently touch my arm, then my thigh, and finally he patted my hand, and for one minute I thought he was gonna pick it up and just hold it."

"So, he's a very physical guy, nice..." Tony said softly.

"Yeah, well...we had another beer and the time just seemed to fly by, then he suggested we go up to his room and hang out. My heart was beating like ninety miles an hour by then, but I was glad he'd suggested it because it was getting kind of cold out there.

Once we were in his room, as soon as the door was closed behind us, we just stood there facing each other, both looking really nervous and waiting for the other to make a move. Thank God he took the lead, because I felt like I was paralyzed from the waist down at the moment.

Even when he did make a move, it was slow and skittish, sort of like a frightened rabbit or something. Then, in a voice that sounded so desperate and unsure that I didn't recognize it at first, he said, "I really like you, Caleb, and I think you like me too, but if I'm wrong, then forgive me..." then he leaned in and kissed me on the mouth.

"Aww, first kiss," I said grinning.

"Yeah, and it was nice, but not a real kiss, you know...like with passion. I guess he was too nervous to do more, but once he started it, I felt safe to continue it. I grabbed him and pulled him into me and showed him how to really kiss a guy," Caleb said grinning.

"Way to go," I cheered, "how did he react?"

"Oh, he melted into me and gave back as good as I was giving. He just needed to know I was okay with it. From there it was so easy to go further."

"Wait, don't stop there," Johnny groaned, "tell us about the sexy fun."

"Well, only because you're my bros and we share everything."

"And we promise whatever you say we'll keep between the four of us," I promised, and the others agreed.

"Okay, well, kissing led to some making out, some fondling, and eventually the clothes began to come off. I could feel his hard cock through his jeans, of course, and I knew he was kinda big, but when I finally got him naked I was a little shocked. He's big, like maybe 8 inches, but fortunately not all that thick."

"Yeah, length isn't the problem, it's girth," I sympathized.

"So, we fell down on his king-sized bed and made out some more, only naked this time, our bodies pressing together as we kissed, but eventually he pulled away from my lips and began working his way down my body, kissing and licking every part of me.

Man, he was...is good. That was definitely not his first time with a guy, that's for sure, but I wasn't about to ask who he'd been with before. I was too busy enjoying myself."

"And of course you gave him your best in return?" Tony chuckled.

"Yes, of course. But...you know what the best part was? Afterwards, when we lay there all snuggled up and just talking. We shared so much..."

"Oh, did you by any chance mention us?" Johnny wondered.

"Not in that way," Caleb said blushing, "I explained pretty much how we met, omitting the sex," he added with a chuckle, "and how close we've become. He thought that was cool, and said he really didn't have that many friends there, since they'd only moved here a year ago."

"So, in your pillow talk did the subject of your sexuality come up?" I asked.

"Yes, and no. I got the feeling this was all pretty new to him, but on the other hand, he'd said he did have some experience at college, but it was all like anonymous type stuff, in the T-rooms at college and such. You remember how it was at NSU?" he chuckled.

"Yeah, guys just wanting to get off, sticking their dick through the holes in the partitions in the Library bathroom," I chuckled.

"Yeah, but he said that when he met me he got these vibes from me and was pretty sure I felt them too. I did, of course, but still, I never thought it would work out quite this well."

"Well, I'm happy for you. When are you seeing him again?" I asked smiling.

"Tuesday...he's coming to pick up his order, if it arrives on time, and we're going to have dinner together that evening. He wants me to meet his parents."

"What?" I chuckled, "Already? That's a big step in a relationship of any kind."

Caleb blushed, "I'm not even sure if his folks know if he likes guys or not. It should be interesting. I guess he can play it off to me being the guy who sold him his sound equipment."

"Well, good luck with that. You'll need to call us and tell us how it goes," I pleaded.

"I will, thanks for your support, guys. It really means a lot to me. I just...I envy you and Johnny so much in what you have, and I think it would be nice to find someone to spend my life with."

"What about when he goes back to college?" Tony asked, looking concerned.

"Norman isn't that far, what, a couple hours drive? I was thinking maybe I could go see him and stop through and see you guys on the way back. Of course, I may be getting a little ahead of myself. We've only had the one date, and who knows, this might just be a casual thing for him, and over when he goes back to school."

"Well, don't let him break your heart," Johnny said looking fatherly all of a sudden, "only give as much as he's willing to give back, and talk to him. Let him know how you feel. If he's not feeling the same, then you will know it's just a sex thing, and you can decide whether you want to go that route or end it."

"Oh, I don't think I want to end it, no matter what. Even if it's only a fling, so far it's been well worth it."

"Okay, just don't get hurt," Johnny said, "Now...now that we have that out of the way, who wants ice cream?"

"I do, I do," we all sang, sounding more like a bunch of little kids than young adults. So, Johnny drove us to Dairy Queen and bought us all parfaits.