Friends' All
by: Will B
(Copyright 2007 by the Author)

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Chapter 4
The Visit

Al looked at Steve wondering what the hell was going on.  He shut his eyes.  He just couldn’t believe that Steve would hurt him.  He wouldn’t would he? Would he?

The scissors came lower.

Snip, snip, snip, snip!

Al relaxed.  The scissors weren’t doing anything to Al’s sex organs.

Snip, snip, snip, snip!

Suddenly Al felt a cool breeze playing over his penis and balls.

“Wha--?” Al began.

“Shhh!” Steve put his fingers over Al’s lips.  “I’m giving you a shave like you’ve never had before!”

“Oh! Ooooh! That feels good.”

Don’t move,” Steve grinned.  “Now comes the tricky part.”

Steve went to the box and brought out a can of shaving cream and a safety razor.

“I’ve trimmed your cock hairs down to about a quarter of an inch, and I want to shave the rest of your pubic area so you will be completely smooth.”

“Where did you get the idea, Steve?”

“When I opened the bathroom door to hand Matt his clothes, I noticed he seemed to have shaved his body, and I thought it looked pretty hot,” Steve admitted.  “So just lie still so I can get the rest of this hair shaved.”

When he had finished shaving Al, Steve took out a bottle of baby oil, and smoothed it over the shaved area.  He untied Al, and handed him a mirror.

“Wadda ya think, Al?

“I think (1) it looks pretty good, and (2) somehow, I am not so worried about the kids’ visit.  I’m just gonna tell ‘em the truth, that I love you and you love me, and they will just have to get used to it.”

“Anything else, hon?” Steve asked.

“Yeah, I want to go to bed, and I want you to fuck me good and proper,” Al said with a smirk.

Al and Steve went up to bed, and sure enough, Steve put his pole to work, giving Al’s sphincter muscle a good work out. 

Both men ejaculated steamy ropes of cum, Steve into Al’s love tunnel, and Al onto the bed.

Later as they were lying quietly, Al, on his side, and Steve behind Al with his arms around Al, Al said, “There’s just one thing, Steve.  You know I love you, right?”

“Sure,” said Steve.

“You would trust me, wouldn’t you?”

“Of course, hon!”

“And, and you would do anything for me, right?”

“You know it, Al.  I love you.”

“That’s good, Steve, because your cock hairs are scratching my ass.  First chance we get, you’re gonna get shaved too! Now, kiss me good night and let’s get some sleep.”

* * * * *

The next morning Al and Steve were eating breakfast when Matt came into the kitchen.

“Hi, Al and Steve,” Matt said.

“Did you sleep all right?” Al asked.

“I sure did,” Matt replied.  “There was just one time when I woke up, and I thought I heard laughter, and then I must have been dreaming, because I thought I heard somebody say something about shaving! Must have been a dream!”

Al and Steve both snorted into their coffee.  Steve said, “Matt, there’s been a slight change of plan.  Pete and Joe are coming at 10:30 to take you and Sarah to the Department of Social Services, to see if Sarah can be made your temporary guardian, then the four of you are going to meet me for lunch, and after we eat, I’m going to take you to my store to get you some new clothes.”

At 10:25 Pete and Joe came in, carrying some packages.  Joe said “Matt, we want you to go to the Department of Social Services looking really smart, so Pete and I brought you a few things to wear.”

“Guys, you are so cool! Matt said as his voice broke—just a little, you understand, because guys don’t cry.  Of course not.

Matt went upstairs to change and in ten minutes came down wearing a white shirt and black and gold tie, khaki pants, black socks, and new loafers.  He carried a sports jacket over his arm.

When Sarah came in, she looked at Matt, and smiled, and gave him a hug.  “Matt, I knew Pete and Joe were going to get you something to wear to this meeting, but I bet there’s one thing they forgot!”

“What’s that, Sarah?” Matt asked.

“A clean handkerchief.  Here! Men don’t always think of these little things!”

“We’d better go,” Joe said.  “We’ll go in my car.”

When they got to the DSS they were directed to the office of one of the social workers, Mrs. Adele Pritchett.

Mrs.  Pritchett had a kindly face and a warm smile, but she was very business-like.  Matt told her he had runaway from his abusive step-father, and he had no intention of going home.

Mrs.  Pritchett smiled and said, “Nobody in this office will make you go back to your stepfather.  Now we have to decide where to place you.”

Sarah spoke up.  “I am a widow, and I am able and more than willing to give Matt a good home.  He will go to school, and he has promised me he will keep his grades up, keep his room neat, and bring any friends he makes home so I can meet them.”

Pete said “Adele, Joe and I live next to Sarah and we can be there to help out if there are any problems.

Mrs.  Pritchett looked at her papers, she looked at Sarah, and she looked at Matt.  She looked at Pete and Joe.  “It is not our usual practice to place a young boy with a single person.’

Sarah’s heart fell, and Pete and Joe looked like they wanted to say something, but Adele went on and she asked Sarah “Wasn’t your husband Dr.  Gabe Schultz?”

“Yes, he was.  He was a good man.’

“He certainly was,” said Adele, “and I remember how he cared for my brother’s little girl when she was so sick.  We all thought she was going to die, but he pulled her through, and I remember what a support you were to the family.”

Adele paused and smiled, and continued, “Sometimes we have to forget the guidelines and the regulations, and just follow our heart.  Sarah Schultz, I hereby appoint you the boy’s foster mother for the time being, but when we have a regular court hearing, I know the judge will make this a permanent arrangement”

Sarah hugged Matt.  Pete and Joe hugged Sarah, and Adele told Matt to come over to her desk, and she gave him a hug.  There were a couple of handkerchiefs in sight, and two of them belonged to Pete and Joe.

Adele said to Sarah, “Now the state will be sending you check each month to help with Matt’s food and clothing.”

Sarah drew herself up and said, “Thank you, Mrs. Pritchett, but I intend to take care of Matt, so any checks that are sent to me will go into a savings account for Matt’s college education.”

With more smiles and handshakes all around, Sarah, Matt, Pete and Joe left to meet Steve for lunch. 

They had lunch in the second floor restaurant of a department store in Towson that overlooked Dulaney Valley.  Steve told them to order whatever they wanted; lunch was on him.

Sarah had a chicken salad; Matt had a club sandwich (three slices of toasted white bread with sliced chicken, tomato, bacon, and cheese) with potato chips.  Steve, Pete and Joe each had a house salad with French dressing.

When they finished, Steve said “Now I’m going to take Steve shopping for some clothes at the store where I work.  “

Sarah started to reach for her purse, but Steve put his hand over hers.  “No, Sarah,” he said.  “You are now Matt’s foster mother, but Al and I, and I think maybe Pete and Joe too, look on Matt as sort of an honorary nephew.  You’ll have plenty of times to buy him things, but this is something Al and I want to do.”

“Very well,” said Sarah.  “Matt, when you get home you and I are going to the grocery store to shop for tomorrow’s special dinner for all of us and for Al’s children.”

Matt replied “OK ma--.”

Sarah gave him a look.

“OK, MOM!” Matt said.  And now, Sarah’s eyes were glistening.  Steve and Pete and Joe suddenly found themselves having to look away, up at the ceiling, or at the floor.

After settling the bill, Steve took Matt to Robert Hall’s, where he was an assistant manager, and called Tom Dixon, the manager of the young men’s department, and said “This is Matt  Edwards who has come to live with my neighbor, Sarah Schultz, as her foster son.  He had to leave his own home in a hurry, and so we need to get him a complete wardrobe.  It will go on my account.”

“OK,” said Tom.  “Matt I think you’re about the same size as my son, Gary, so I think I can figure out what you might like.”

“Thanks, Mr. Dixon,” Matt said.

By the time Tom was through with Matt the young teen was the owner of ten sets of underwear—shorts, tee shirts, seven sports shirts, two dress shirts, and five pair of pants, two of which went with a dressy jacket that went with two pair of the pants.

Going back to Steve’s office, Tom said, “I think we have got him some decent clothes.  I didn’t want to get him too much.”

Here Matt’s eyes bugged out.

Tom went on, “if he’s anything like my Gary, he may not be finished growing yet, and in seven or eight months, he may have outgrown all of these things.”

“Thanks, Tom, you’ve done a great job.  Maybe some evening you and your wife and Gary could come over, but I am not sure if he and Matt would get along too well.” Steve said, winking at Tom.

“Oh, that would be great,” said Tom, winking back so that Matt could not see.

“OK, young Matt, let’s get you home to Sarah.  She is going to take you shopping too” Steve said.

On their way out to the car, Matt asked “Why did you say I probably wouldn’t get along with Gary? His Dad was really nice.”

Steve smiled and said “Because Matt, sometimes when someone says, ‘oh, you must meet so and so, I just know you will like each other!’ the exact opposite happens, and the two people decide ahead of time they re not going to like each other at all.”

“Well,” Matt said, “the result is that I am going to show my independence and make up my own mind as to whether I like Gary or not, and maybe because you said I probably wouldn’t like him, I will be more willing to like him.”

“Why, Matt, would I try any of that reverse psychology on you? No.  it’s just that Gary might turn out to be a real, pardon the expression, a real prick.”

Matt snorted.  “Right, Steve, now I know I’m really going to like him.”

Steve took Matt home, and then decided it was too late in the day to go back to the office, so he parked the car and went up the steps to his house.

Sarah took Matt to the Pantry Pride where they bought all kinds of good things to eat for tomorrow’s dinner.

When Al came home, he asked Steve “Everything go all right today, Steve?”

“Sure did, Hon. Sarah is now Matt’s foster mother, I took him shopping for some new clothes, and I am beat! What’s for dinner?”

“I don’t know, Steve.  What do you want to eat,” asked Al.

Steve looked at him, and suddenly got an evil grin on his face.  “I want you Babe.  I want to eat you.”

Al smirked and said “OK, fucker, let’s go upstairs and get naked.”

“No, Al, I want to eat right now, so lose those clothes, and let me taste that wonderful sausage you have.”

To be continued... 

Hang on, dear readers, if you can.  Relief is on the way.

Feedback always welcome:        Your comments, as DD says, fuel the writer’s imagination.

Author's note:

As usual, my hat is off to DD and E for their advice.  In preparing this chapter I had to look back at Chapter 2, and I saw that I had made a serious boo-boo, and I think E had pointed it out to me, but for some reason it didn’t sink in.

So, my fellow writers, the moral is: Always listen to your editors.  Editors: be patient with your headstrong writers.  They will come to appreciate you in time.

I also want to thank Chris, Gerry and Jason for their words of friendship and encouragement.

Posted: 08/03/07