Companions and Pals
by: Will B
© 2008 by the Author
Ably assisted by: E Walk

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Before he left, Judge Jones shook Bob and Bill’s hands. “You two young men have had a terrible tragedy, but you are now with one Uncle and one ‘Honorary’ Uncle who care for you and want the very best for you, and so do I. Good luck to you both, and. .  since I am not on the bench, I will add God Bless you!”

“Thank you, Your Honor,” Bob said. “Yes, thank you for everything,” added Bill.

The judge then shook hands with Richard and Troy and went to shake hands with Alicia, but she was too quick for him. She gave him a tight hug, and kissed him on the cheek, and said, “Thank you, Judge.”

“Always a pleasure, my dear.” The Judge left, and Alicia gathered her papers and took the new family back to the Division where Troy had left his car.

The two uncles and the two nephews went home and breathed deep sighs of relief that everything had gone so well.

Emotionally exhausted by the events of the day, the two couples went to their respective bedrooms for a nap before a light supper.

We will leave them there, sleeping peacefully, all anxiety about the future erased.

Chapter 5

The Friday Before Labor Day

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times,” Charles Dickens wrote in A Tale of Two Cities. Distracted parents looked forward longingly to the start of school in a few days. Children who had been complaining “I’m bored.” and “There’s nothing to do.” suddenly found themselves regretting the swift fading away of vacation and the looming hulk of the dungeon-prison house-chamber of horrors know as school.  Dedicated teachers were looking forward to once again attempting to instill a love of learning and an understanding of the world into their young charges.

On that Friday afternoon, young Steve Johnson, son of Jack and Peggy Johnson and grandson of Steve Johnson, Sr., was getting ready to start his third year as history teacher at Hammond Valley Middle School.  At 24, almost 25, he stood 5’11, and his brown hair, hazel eyes, wide smile, and tall fit body made quite a favorable impression on his students, male and female. Many of them were already fantasizing about him, and if they could have seen his light chest hair and his seven-inch cock, some of them would have been drooling over their history books.

His cousin, roommate, lover, and now life partner, Jim Porter Smith, son of Paul and Sally (Johnson) Smith, was 22, almost 23, and ready to begin his second year as science teacher at Padonia Hill Middle School. His six-foot height, his black and curly hair, and his blue eyes made him a favorite with his students fellow teachers. Only his lover and partner, Steve, knew about his heavy chest hair, his six pack of hard muscles, and his soft, fleecy, pubic bush that set off his magnificent seven-and-one-half inch penis and low hanging balls.

To their students and co-workers they were interesting teachers, good lucking men, with pleasant attitudes and an ethic of hard work teamed with cooperation.

At home they were passionate lovers, and they were loving, considerate, compassionate partners. On this particular afternoon they had both just returned from a round of faculty meetings and countywide meetings with other teachers in their respective disciplines.

“Man, I am t-i-r-e-d!” Steve exclaimed as he put his briefcase and went to kiss Jim.

“So am I, lover,” said Jim. “How was your day?”

“Boring in parts, exciting in parts, and tiring all through.  Hummmpf! What’s for dinner, love?”

“Is that all you think about food?”

“You know darn well, it’s not the only thing I think about.”

“You sex fiend, you, hah hah hah!”

“Now you be nice to your daddy. He’s brought his boi a present!”

“O-o-o-o!” said Jim. “I’ll be good. I promise. I’ll be good, except when you make me be bad! . . .  How about I put a pizza in the oven, and we’ll have a beer, and some peaches on ice cream for dessert,”

“Good.  I’ll go wash up,” said Steve, giving Jim a kiss, a hug and a quick grope.

After supper, Steve went to the hall cupboard and brought a gaily-wrapped box to the table. “Now, Babe, this is really for both of us to enjoy.”

Jim began to tear the paper off in strips. A letter “J” and a letter “X” appeared on the box inside. He tore the paper off and saw the whole box.

“Why, there’s twelve of them,  . . . and they’re red . . . and green . . . and their ribbed, and  . . . they have a hard knot at the end.  Boy I can’t wait to try these out. But . . . twelve, Steve! How long do you think they’ll last?”

Steve smirked and said, “Well, we’re an old married couple, aren’t we? So I guess one for October one for November, and one for  . . . “

Jim smacked him up along side the head, kissed him and said, “I think we should both get to use one tonight.”

“Only one? Why you are getting old!”

“OK, Steve, maybe two, but listen, my love, I have this cavity that needs to be filled. I was going to go to the dentist because he’s so hot, but maybe you could give me an injection of your special Novocaine.”

“Right, Jim, but you’d better let me check you out. Open your mouth and say, Hahn.”

“Quick as a wink, ‘Dr. Steve’ put his special ‘tongue depressor’ into Jim’s open mouth, and Jim did manage to say, “O-o-o-o-h, A-h-h-h!” before he took the whole instrument into his mouth.

Steve pulled it out, and saw that it had gotten a couple of drops of a pearl like substance on it. “OK, Jim, I guess I’ll have to give you my needle, but, purely in the interests of health protection, I’m going to wear one of those new latex coverings I brought home tonight. . . but I’ll let you put it on me.”

“O-o-o-o-h! Sweet!” Jim answered.

Steve sat down on a chair and spread his legs with one up over the arms of the chair, and the other splayed out to his right. With his hands he pulled his butt cheeks apart so that the opening into his ‘valley of delight’ was visible.

Jim opened the pack of aluminum, and brought the condom out. He moved to Steve and bent over and kissed him. He tongue-kissed him. . .  He pushed his tongue into Steve’s mouth with his own pink, glistening ‘tongue depressor.’

Jim leaned forward and licked, and then gently sucked on Steve’s brown nipples, which stood out at attention. Steve was beginning to moan in lustful pleasure.

Jim then knelt down and kissed the crown of Steve’s shaft. His tongue bathed the crown in the lascivious liquor of his mouth. Steve began bucking up and down.

“Put it on me, put it on me!” Steve ordered.

Jim unrolled the latex sheathe and smoothed it over Steve’s thick, throbbing, veiny cock, with its crown glistening with Jim’s lubricatory elixir, and his own home-made pearl colored precum.

Without another word, Jim straddled Steve’s body, and lowered his quivering pucker on to the rod of iron.

Hands caressed, pinched, and tweaked. Lips kissed, sucked, and gave and received pleasure. Hips bucked and twisted. Moans and gasps filled the air.

Geysers erupted time and again.

The apartment was filled with love, pleasure, and contentment.

* * * * *

Pete and Joe had bought that third house on the lake. Now the group of Cousins and Pals owned three contiguous properties on very desirable lake front property. This house was a two-story clapboard structure with a slight peaked roof. The first floor had a living room with a dining room in the back. As you came into the living room, there was a bedroom to the right with its own full bath. As one went into the dining room, the kitchen was to the right. A fight of steps led up to the second floor where there were two more bedrooms and another full bath.

For the Labor Day weekend Pete and Joe had taken Buddy and Mac and two friends of Buddy and Mac’s to the lake for the weekend.

A few weeks earlier Buddy and Mac had gone to the University for freshman orientation and to register for classes. They met two more freshmen, Dietrich and Eric, like Buddy and Mac both were 19. They had struck up a conversation and after the Orientation and Registration paperwork had been accomplished, the four young men continued their conversation as they walked toward Greenmount Avenue,

“Hey, would you two like to stop here for a cup of coffee or something?” Eric asked.  Mac and Buddy looked up and saw a sign the said ‘Lambda Society Coffee Shop: All are welcome. Hours: 10:00 to 9;00.’

“What is the Lambda Society?” Buddy asked.

“It’s an organization formed to help people of ‘different orientations,’ especially young people, cope with the legal, medical, and social problems of being gay,” Eric explained. “If you would rather not be seen going into this place with us, we’ll understand.”

“Dietrich, if you’re telling me what I think you’re telling me, maybe I’d better explain to you that Mac and I are  . . , you know . . ., we’re a couple . . . in every sense of the word,” Buddy answered.

“Yeah, let’s go in,” said Mac.

“Good,” said Eric, “And just so you know, Dietrich and I are gay, and we’re very good friends.”

The four students went in and found a room with eight round tables, each with fur chairs. There was a counter where one could order coffee, tea, or sodas, and light lunch fare. Against one wall there was a table with a rack of pamphlets with titles like ‘Prevent Abuse,’ ‘The Importance of Safe Sex,’ and ‘Hate is a Bad Habit--Kick it!’ A sign on a wall advertised a meeting of Parents and Friends of Gay and Lesbian Students: Thursday: 7:00 p.m.

Mac and Buddy were impressed. They all got something to drink, and they sat talking quietly. Eric told them that the Society was formed to look out for the legal rights of gays and lesbians, and to provide counseling for teens who were struggling with their sexual orientation. Dues were $40.00 a year, but students could join for $20.00. Membership got you a bi-monthly newsletter that kept you informed of local, state, and national developments. Mac and Buddy did some silent calculating and realized that probably they could each afford to join.

The four arranged to meet for lunch the next day, and it was at that meeting that Buddy and Mac said they had checked with their two Dads, and they wanted to invite Diet and Eric to go up to their lake cabin for the Labor Day weekend. The two agreed, and so it was that on the Friday before Labor Day, Pete and Joe took Buddy, Mac, Eric and Dietrich up to the lake in a van that seated six adults comfortably.

Pete and Joe had gone into town to get supplies for the weekend and the four young men had decided to go swimming in the lake. Naturally the four young men were not going to bother with trunks. The weather was hot, and the water was cool. This would give everybody a chance to ‘check each other out.’ They were in Buddy and Mac’s bedroom stripping down.

Dietrich was a six-foot blond with blue eyes, a killer smile, and a drop dead gorgeous body. His well-defined chest and flat abdomen had no hair, except for a dark pubic bush. As he stepped out of his briefs, his six-inch cut penis flopped over the fabric. Although Mac was absolutely faithful to Buddy, he did wonder what it would be like to play with that beautiful skin flute, to finger it, and perhaps produce some beautiful ‘music.’  ‘Stop it, you perv,’ Mac thought to himself. “I belong to Buddy, . . . . but still . . . . I’m always gonna think of him as Diet the Sweet’

Eric was five-foot-eleven, with dirty blond hair. He was ready to go for a dip and as he reclined on the couch, his whole magnificent muscular manly body was on display for Buddy to glance at, and glance at again. He noted the smoldering eyes that seemed to say ‘I’ll have you if I want!’ His chest, abdomen and upper legs were covered with a fine light brown hair that seemed to call to Buddy, ‘Come feel the texture of my body.’ Eric was grasping his manhood so that it was erect and pushing up against his lower abdomen. Buddy could see the underside of the awesome organ, and he could see that he balls were beginning to draw up.

“Oh, Lordy, I’m gonna call him “Eric the Erect!” And, boy, part of me thinks  'Would I like to play with the nuts and bolts of his “Erector Set!”' A-a-a-h-h-h-h! If Mac knew what I as thinking, he’d probably kill me!”

Mac was staring at Dietrich and thinking . . . wondering . . . what it would be like to hold that tall, good looking stud in his arms, and run his tongue all over . . . “

Buddy and Mac had also stripped off, and they stood side by side, their well defined chests and abdomens rising above pubic bushes that framed quite respectable flaccid organs that seemed to beckon to Eric and Dietrich and say ‘Come play with me, squeeze me, manipulated me, milk me.’

The four young men looked at each other, thinking . . ., tempted to . . .  wondering if they should say . . .,  when Buddy looked at Mac, smacked his butt, and said, “Come on, love, let’s take these two guests of ours to the lake and we’ll get some swimming done.”

Eric looked at his two hosts and said, “You two are a sexy couple, but, ya know, Dietrich and I are glad we’re all friends, but I’m . . . I’m glad that Diet and I are together.”

“And we’ll stay together!” added Dietrich.

“Us, too,” replied Mac and Buddy in unison.

* * * * *

It was that same Friday evening, and the Lombardis were returning home after a dinner party at the di Napoli home. Tony had just had his 15^th birthday, and Rosa and her parents had given him a surprise dinner party.

At the party, Tony had reiterated his desire to take the Business program in high school because he wanted to follow in Papa Lombardi’s footsteps and go into the grocery business.

Rosa had surprised everyone by announcing that she too wanted to go into the Business program. She oh, so casually, announced that ‘she thought she might open some kind of bakery shop, oh, say, perhaps in conjunction with say, a grocery store.’ Her casual manner fooled absolutely no one. Mama and Papa Lombardi looked at each other and smiled. Mr. and Mrs. di Napoli looked at each other and smiled. They were beginning to get the glimmerings of a ghost of a shadow of a hint of just what the future might hold. As for Tony, he was so happy at Rosa’s plan he wanted to raise his fist in the air and shout, “Y-E-E-E-E-S-S-S!”

Instead, he looked at Rosa, so beautiful in a white dress with a gold locket on a black ribbon around her neck, and said, “Uh, would you  . .  like to go for a walk, Rosa?”

“Sure, Tony, if it’s all right with Momma and Poppa.”

“You two go for a walk, but don’t stay out too late,” Mrs. di Napoli said. Mr. di Napoli looked like he wanted to invite himself to go with them, but his wife, like all good wives, could read his mind. She put a hand on his wrist, smiled, and gave an almost imperceptible shake of her head as if to say, ‘No! Stay put!’ and Her husband, like all good husbands, read her signals loud and clear.

Tony and Rosa went for their walk and got as far as a bench in the park. Tony out his arm around Rosa and pulled her toward him and gave her the lightest of kisses.

Rosa returned the kiss with a little more passion.

Tony gave her another kiss, with even more passion, and then the floodgates opened. He held her tightly against him. His tongue sought to open her lips. His hands began to wander, but Rosa gently but firmly pushed his hands away, and broke the kiss. She just looked at him with stars (or could they have been tear drops?) in her eyes.

“Rosa, I want . . .”

“I know what you want, Tony, and part of me wants it too. But, even if I thought you would still respect me in the morning, I wouldn’t respect myself. I want. .  I want our first time to be perfect, even if we have to wait a few years.”

“Oh, Rosa, I love you so!”

“And I. . . . I love you too, Tony.”

Another kiss, this one gentler, but still ardent, and Rosa said, “I think we’d better be going home.”

And so the two young people, each wrapped in their own thoughts, but very happy, walked back to Rosa’s house. The Lombardis went home, Mama and Papa proud of their son, and wanting nothing but the best for him, and Tony, happy that Rosa shared his dreams for the future, and wanting . . .

Tony arrived at  home, and got ready for bed. He took  a shower, and then turned the sheet down, and lay on top of the sheet, naked. He really was a handsome young man. His body was smooth, but he had quite a growth of hair under his arms, and his dark pubic bush surrounded a beautiful piece of man-meat.

As he thought about Rosa, and how much he loved her and wanted her, his organ expanded, and like young men everywhere—and many older men, too, he began to rub his crotch, and his penis, and as he got harder and harder, his hand caressed his cock more and more. With one hand he played with his prick, and with the other he rubbed and tweaked his nipples—first one and then the other.

All too soon, he felt his ball sac tighten up and his toes curl. As his semen began to course through its channels, the fine hairs on his leg quivered and seemed to stand up.

The creamy ropes of spunk landed on his face, his neck and chest, and finally his abdomen. As he drifted off to sleep, his last thoughts were of Rosa--except for one unbidden thought that had almost made him chuckle aloud, ‘It all landed on me. Now I won’t have to wash the sheets in the morning.’

To be continued...
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Author’s afterthought: This chapter contains scenes of different aspects of love and temptation, love fulfilled, and love developing, and temptation resisted. In my humble opinion, Mac and Budd will keep Eric and Diet as good friends because they did not give in to temptation. Good thoughts and hugs to all my readers.

Encourager’s Comments:  I can’t imagine how Mr. B could jam much more into one chapter.  A more appropriate title to this story might be Love Comes In All Flavors. E

Posted: 10/17/08