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Adult ++
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34
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86
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Chapter 20
Thank you all for reviewing. I like to hear that you like the story. I DO have another story in progress, but I won\'t post it yet until i have a few chapters under my belt first. Keep reading, keep reviewing.....
-Scribbles05
Chapter 20
8 years later..........
\".......Happy Birthday dear Andrew........Happy Birthday to youuuuuu!!\"
“Y’all do me a favor. Don’t EVER sing for me again.” I said. They all laughed. We were sitting in the den of our house and I sat on the couch beside Dicky, while Damon and Sofia sat in different arm chairs.
“So, how old are you again?” Sofia asked me.
“37 years young.”
“37?” Sofia said. “Geez, you’re getting old, Uncle Drew.”
I smiled. “You only get better with age, my dear.” I poked Dicky with my elbow in his side suggestively. He smiled.
“You know, the older you guys act, the more perverted you two become.”
“Oh we never lost our perverseness. It was just that back then you two were younger and we couldn’t act like that in front of you. But, behind closed doors.....” I chuckled just thinking about it.
“Okay, dad.” Damon said rolling his eyes.
Eight years had passed and things have changed quite a bit. Sofia is now 19, and has moved out the house to one of the dormitories at UC Santa Barbara. Dicky made sure that it was NOT a co-ed dormitory. Still his little girl I guess. Over the years, she has blossomed into a beautiful young woman with the richest looking dark hair I’d ever seen on a woman. If she was blonde, I’d say she’d look just like her mother. She also has a load of boyfriends she told me about, but Dicky doesn’t know about them.
Damon was 16 and we just bought him a new car a few weeks ago. It was a blue 2005 Dodge Neon with the little spoiler. He said he was tired of having to catch his father (me) to school every morning. And of course, like all younger siblings, he threw this in our faces, “Sofia got her own car when she got HER license.....” So what do you do? Though we do tease him about it sometimes, because he got the car, but he never goes anywhere. Damon is still the quiet loner of the family. But his passion for soccer has grown tremendously. He just started his second year in high school and he has taken the JV team to state finals twice. If he has as much passion in opening his mouth to people as he did with soccer, I wouldn’t worry about him so much. He’s grown to be just below my height and he’s taken on this punk look. He wears only black, dark blue, or dark brown worker’s pants, Hurley or Orange County Choppers t-shirts, studded belts, and black or blue converse all-stars tennis shoes. He even has one of those chains that dangle from his wallet. I don’t know what happened to my sweet little boy who liked to wear whatever I put on him. *sigh.*
Dicky and I are both 37. Over the years, he had been promoted to lieutenant of their SWAT team. You know me, I didn’t really like it, but it gradually won me over when we all got to go with him to Europe. The Department sent him and two other SWAT supervisors to Europe to evaluate and develop the techniques employed by military groups such as the German GSG-9, French GIGN, and the legendary British 22nd SAS. There, he had to undergo a rigorous training program to develop a hostage rescue capability within the SWAT team. The three of us, however, spent our time sightseeing.
Dicky is still Dicky, though now he’s getting one or two gray hairs in his goatee and he insists on using one of those Just For Men hair dye brushes so he can comb over the grays.
I’m probably the one with the least amount of changes. I’m still at the hospital no promotions or demotions, no graying of the hair yet. I HAVE grown it out some and combed it back in one of those sleek Keanu Reeves “The Devil’s Advocate” hair styles. Though mine is more wavy due to the texture of my hair.
Lets see......what else has changed about me........OH I bought a new car. I turned in my Cadillac CTS for a sage green Chrysler 300. I felt I was getting older and wanted something more classy...........Ok, so somebody at work got the exact same CTS as mine and I was upset.
“All right, so where are my presents?” I asked rubbing my hands together in anticipation.
Sofia jumped up. “Ooo! Me first!” She ran upstairs to her room and grabbed my present out from her UC Santa Barbara bag. “Here.” She handed me the wrapped gift and I opened it.
I pulled out this box shaped device and looked at it. “What is it?”
“It’s an XM radio. What you’re holding is the base. Set in the middle of it is the hand-held where with these earphones, you can take it out and listen to music anywhere. The base, you can keep in your office at work. All you do is place the hand-held back into it and that’s it. Isn’t it wonderful? It plays over a hundred radio stations without commercials.”
I lifted it up and turned it around inspecting it curiously. “What’s wrong with the radio I’ve got already?”
Sofia laughed. “Get real, Uncle Drew. That old thing plays more static than it does music. Besides, it’s time you upgraded along with the rest of the world.”
I smiled and gave her a hug. “Well, I love it. Thank you.”
“Okay. Enough of that.” Damon said standing. “My turn.” He handed me an Electronic Boutique bag. Inside I looked and pulled out a pc game. The Sims 2.
I laughed. “I’ve been wanting this! But it costs fifty dollars. How’d you get the money? You don’t have a job.”
“Dad loaned it to me.”
Sofia laughed. “Loan means you actually pay the lender back, Damon. How, pray tell, are you going to do that?”
“Shut up. Smart alec.”
I looked over at Dicky, who sat quietly. “And where’s your present?” Before he said anything, the doorbell rang and he patted my knee, then got up to answer it.
“Drew!” He called for me. I got up and walked to the front door, where he was standing with the door slightly closed.
“What?”
He smiled, kissed me, then whispered, “Happy Birthday.” He opened the door and there stood a man and a woman. They had grown older over the years and the gray in their hair was more detectable, but upon first glance, I could easily tell who they were.
“Hello, son.” The man said to me with a smile. I slowly covered my mouth with my hand as tears came to my eyes.
“Dad?” I whispered. He nodded then grabbed me and hugged me tightly. My mother came around and hugged me too. I quickly grabbed them both and held them tightly, scared that this may be another dream and they weren’t really here. She kissed the side of my head as I started to cry.
“Happy birthday, sweetheart.”
“I missed you.” I said.
“We know. We’ve missed you too. Dreadfully.” My mother said. When I finally got myself together, I back away and wiped my eyes.
“You gonna let us in or are we gonna talk in the doorway.” My father said cheerfully. I smiled and stepped out the way. Dicky shut the door. My mother looked at him and frowned, thinking.
“Richard, you’ve packed on some muscle, haven’t you? Big boy now.” Dicky smiled.
“Yes, Mam.” They hugged.
“No need for formalities, hon. You’re a part of the family after all. Mom will suffice.”
“Okay, Mom.” He saw my father and extended his hand. He took Dicky’s hand and shook it.
“And you can call me Dad.”
Mom pulled out two pictures from her purse. “Now, I heard we’ve got some grandchildren. Although they are probably young adults by now.”
“Oh yes.” I said. “Come with me into the den.” We all walked down the hall and I let my parents in first. Damon and Sofia were messing with the XM radio I got. They both looked up when we walked in. “Damon....Sofia, meet your grandparents, Thomas and Sandra.”
They all hugged and greeted each other, then we all sat in the living room. I sat on the couch again with my legs crossed at the knee and Dicky sat next to me with my hand in his on his thigh. The kids sat next to us, and my parents were in the arm chairs. “Oh, I nearly forgotten. Thomas, go get the presents.” Dad got up and walked back outside.
“Momma, you didn’t have to get me anything....”
“Nonsense. It’s your birthday, isn’t it?” Dad came back in and he gave me two presents. I opened the first one and it was a photo album. “I’ll admit, these presents are more for the family. So they can find out a little more about you. Cause I know how you are. You can be pretty tight lipped about things.”
I opened the album and set it on both Dicky and mine’s thigh. The kids gathered around too. The very first picture was a big baby picture. But there were two. One wore a green outfit with brown bears on it and the other wore a blue one. They were around five months of age and had been laid on their stomachs. Dark curly hair covered their heads and big, toothless smiles were on their faces. Damon pointed to the one in green. “Who is that?”
“That’s me.”
“And who is that?” He pointed to the one in blue.
“That’s my brother. Asa.”
Dicky looked up at me. “You never said anything about having a brother.”
“You never told them you had a twin, Andrew?” Dad asked.
My expression became grim. “No.”
“Where is he?” Dicky asked.
“He’s dead.”
“I’m sorry.” We were quiet for a while and just sat and flipped through the pages. We came up on one picture of me and Asa at 15. We were both dressed in matching black tanks, gray sweat pants with the legs pushed to our calves, and barefoot. The picture was taken of us side by side in the middle of a dance.
“What’s this a picture of?” Sofia asked.
I thought for a minute. “I think that was when we were taking dance classes with Ms. Wallace. She was a well known choreographer for Broadway plays and on her off time, she taught junior classes in her studio. She also taught us piano.” I smiled at the picture. It really brought back memories. I cocked my head to the side and chuckled.
“What?” Damon asked.
“It’s funny. I can’t tell which one is me.”
We continued to flip through the photo album and they got to see all the pictures of me and my brother when we were growing up; birthday pictures, school pictures, trips, dance classes, prom, and graduation. I opened the other present and it was a tape. Sofia popped it in the VCR.
~~~”Asa, is it on yet?” A seventeen year old me whispered. Asa’s face was all in the camera.
“Yeah. Ms. Wallace is gonna kill us when she finds out we’ve been playing with her stuff without permission.” He backed up and we were able to see that me and him were in the studio. “You ready?” He asked me.
“Yeah. Come on.” Asa went and sat down at the black baby grand piano and I stood behind a microphone stand. I looked into the camera and said, “Hey dad. Hope you’re having fun in Portland. Me and Asa wanted to send you something and since we know you like Elton John, we decided to sing ‘Bennie and the Jets’ for you.....”
“Yeah.” Asa said. “Hope you like it, cause it’s not going to happen again.” Asa started to play and I started to sing.....
~Hey kids, shake it loose together
The spotlight\'s hitting something
That\'s been known to change the weather
We\'ll kill the fatted calf tonight
So stick around
You\'re gonna hear electric music
Solid walls of sound
Say, Candy and Ronnie, have you seen them yet
Oh, but they\'re so spaced out, Bennie and the Jets
Oh but they\'re weird and they\'re wonderful
Oh Bennie she\'s really keen
She\'s got electric boots a mohair suit
You know I read it in a magazine
Ba- Ba-Ba- Bennie and the Jets
Hey kids, plug into the faithless
Maybe they\'re blinded
But Bennie makes them ageless
We shall survive, let us take ourselves along
Where we fight our parents out in the streets
To find who\'s right and who\'s wrong
Say, Candy and Ronnie, have you seen them yet
Oh, but they\'re so spaced out, Bennie and the Jets
Oh but they\'re weird and they\'re wonderful
Oh Bennie she\'s really keen
She\'s got electric boots a mohair suit
You know I read it in a magazineBa-Ba-Ba-Bennie and the Jets.... ~~~
“Wasn’t that sweet?” Dicky said smiling. I rolled my eyes.
“Those two loved their music.” Momma said smiling. “Everything about it. Asa played more of the piano and Andrew would do the singing. And did he ever love to sing.” I started to turn red with embarrassment. Do your parents ever do that? You’d think it would stop when you got older, but THEN they would have more humiliating stories to tell about you.
“How come I never knew all this stuff?” Dicky looked at me. “You sing?”
“Oh yes.” My mother interrupted. “Ever since he was four, he’d sing all over the house. His voice was much higher than Asa’s; alto. Asa had more of a tenor sound.”
“Why’d you stop singing, dad?” Damon asked.
I shrugged. “I stopped music all together when Asa died. Didn’t seem as important to me anymore.”
“He’d be so proud of you if he could see you now.” Dad said. “You look very happy.”
I blindly reached for Dicky’s hand and squeezed it. “I AM very happy, Dad.”
************
My parents decided to stay for the weekend. Sofia went back to school that afternoon, so my parents slept in her room. That night, I was lying in bed holding a sleeping Dicky from behind in my arms, when I got this urge to go to my parent’s room. I slipped out from behind him and snuck down the hall. It felt like back at home when I would sneak into their room at night as a child because “something was trying to get me”.
I knew my dad would probably be asleep, but I knew that my mom would still be up. She could be a night owl sometimes. I knocked and heard her voice. “Come in.”
I opened the door and sure enough, she was sitting at Sofia’s desk reading a book. The small lamp light was on, as were her reading spectacles. She wore a long yellow night gown with a yellow and white trim robe over it. I saw dad was in bed, long gone. His salt and pepper curls were all I saw from under the mound of sheets he slept under. “Andrew, what are you still doing up?”
“I guess I could ask you the same thing? Reading at two o’clock in the morning?” “Couldn’t sleep.” She answered. She closed the book and took off her glasses. I kneeled down before her.
“What made you come?”
She sighed deeply before starting. “One day, I woke up with a sudden change of heart. When you came to New York and talked to me that day through the door, I know you couldn’t see it, but I was crying the entire time. You have no idea how much I wanted to open that door and look at you.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“I still couldn’t accept it. I couldn’t accept that you had went off and married another man. I actually believed that if we closed ourselves off from you long enough, you would leave Richard and marry a woman. Never mind whether you loved her or not, that didn’t matter to me anymore then. Appearances did. I didn’t want to be known as Sandra Payne, the mother of a gay son.” She grabbed my face with her hands and looked into my eyes. “Now, I don’t see you as that. I see a beautiful young man, who is funny, and gentle, and caring, and kind........” She started to tear up. “A man who loves his family, his husband, and who he is. I had always told you and Asa to love who you are and to never let anyone make you think you were anything less than perfect. And here I was, not speaking to you, going completely against what I had said.” I started to wipe tears from my now misty eyes. “Your father and I love you very much. We are so proud of you and all you’ve accomplished.” I laid my head down in her lap and she rubbed my head. Momma’s boy? Yeah.
“If you realized this when I came back to New York, why did it take eight more years for you to come see me?”
“Your father caught sick.” I sat up. “He had a massive heart attack and it left him in pretty bad shape.”
“What?”
“It took a while for the rehab to get him back to normal, but I knew that I didn’t want us to come to see you unless he was feeling well enough and had finished the rehabilitation.”
“Is he okay now?”
“Yes. He’s fine. He just needs to watch what he eats from now on, but other than that, he’s the still the same quiet, silly man you’ve always known.” I smiled.
************
After leaving momma, I had a craving for food. I went to the kitchen and opened the fridge; the little light illuminated the entire dark room. I settled on making a sandwich, but I couldn’t find a damn thing to make it with. I was bent over looking in the refrigerator, when I felt hands on my hips. “You’re supposed to be asleep.” I said softly as I stood back up. I felt a warm strong body press against me.
“I was. But I found out you were gone, so I went to look for you. I figured you’d be down here trying to find something to eat, so I checked here first. And here I find you........bent over.......displaying that lovely ass of yours.” He ran his hand over my backside. “Were you TRYING to give me a hard on?”
I brushed my ass against his pelvis. I felt something very stiff in his pants. “Looks like I already did.” I reached back and kissed him repeatedly. “Anyway, I WAS hungry but we don’t have jack in here to eat.”
Dicky whispered in my ear. “I’ve got something you can eat.”
“Really? What is it?” Like I didn’t know.
“Well, it’s long, thick, and filled with protein.” I giggled. “You can slap some ketchup on it if you want to.”
I switched places with him and backed him to the counter. “No thanks.” I pushed down his boxers and dropped to my knees. “I rather like it plain.” I took all of him down my mouth. He drew in a hiss then a sigh.
The kitchen was quiet and peaceful until it was offset by the slurping I was doing and the sighs Dicky was making. With one hand on his thigh, I ran the other hand up under his shirt so I could feel the ripples of his six pack. When I felt that he was getting close, I took my hand away from his thigh and tickled his balls a little. That sent him over the edge and he came. I took in all he gave me and I stood back up. He pulled his boxers back up then pulled me in for a kiss. “How was that?” He asked.
“Filling.” I grabbed his hand and we walked back upstairs.
TBC...........R&R. Problems with Damon in the next chapter.
-Scribbles05
Chapter 20
8 years later..........
\".......Happy Birthday dear Andrew........Happy Birthday to youuuuuu!!\"
“Y’all do me a favor. Don’t EVER sing for me again.” I said. They all laughed. We were sitting in the den of our house and I sat on the couch beside Dicky, while Damon and Sofia sat in different arm chairs.
“So, how old are you again?” Sofia asked me.
“37 years young.”
“37?” Sofia said. “Geez, you’re getting old, Uncle Drew.”
I smiled. “You only get better with age, my dear.” I poked Dicky with my elbow in his side suggestively. He smiled.
“You know, the older you guys act, the more perverted you two become.”
“Oh we never lost our perverseness. It was just that back then you two were younger and we couldn’t act like that in front of you. But, behind closed doors.....” I chuckled just thinking about it.
“Okay, dad.” Damon said rolling his eyes.
Eight years had passed and things have changed quite a bit. Sofia is now 19, and has moved out the house to one of the dormitories at UC Santa Barbara. Dicky made sure that it was NOT a co-ed dormitory. Still his little girl I guess. Over the years, she has blossomed into a beautiful young woman with the richest looking dark hair I’d ever seen on a woman. If she was blonde, I’d say she’d look just like her mother. She also has a load of boyfriends she told me about, but Dicky doesn’t know about them.
Damon was 16 and we just bought him a new car a few weeks ago. It was a blue 2005 Dodge Neon with the little spoiler. He said he was tired of having to catch his father (me) to school every morning. And of course, like all younger siblings, he threw this in our faces, “Sofia got her own car when she got HER license.....” So what do you do? Though we do tease him about it sometimes, because he got the car, but he never goes anywhere. Damon is still the quiet loner of the family. But his passion for soccer has grown tremendously. He just started his second year in high school and he has taken the JV team to state finals twice. If he has as much passion in opening his mouth to people as he did with soccer, I wouldn’t worry about him so much. He’s grown to be just below my height and he’s taken on this punk look. He wears only black, dark blue, or dark brown worker’s pants, Hurley or Orange County Choppers t-shirts, studded belts, and black or blue converse all-stars tennis shoes. He even has one of those chains that dangle from his wallet. I don’t know what happened to my sweet little boy who liked to wear whatever I put on him. *sigh.*
Dicky and I are both 37. Over the years, he had been promoted to lieutenant of their SWAT team. You know me, I didn’t really like it, but it gradually won me over when we all got to go with him to Europe. The Department sent him and two other SWAT supervisors to Europe to evaluate and develop the techniques employed by military groups such as the German GSG-9, French GIGN, and the legendary British 22nd SAS. There, he had to undergo a rigorous training program to develop a hostage rescue capability within the SWAT team. The three of us, however, spent our time sightseeing.
Dicky is still Dicky, though now he’s getting one or two gray hairs in his goatee and he insists on using one of those Just For Men hair dye brushes so he can comb over the grays.
I’m probably the one with the least amount of changes. I’m still at the hospital no promotions or demotions, no graying of the hair yet. I HAVE grown it out some and combed it back in one of those sleek Keanu Reeves “The Devil’s Advocate” hair styles. Though mine is more wavy due to the texture of my hair.
Lets see......what else has changed about me........OH I bought a new car. I turned in my Cadillac CTS for a sage green Chrysler 300. I felt I was getting older and wanted something more classy...........Ok, so somebody at work got the exact same CTS as mine and I was upset.
“All right, so where are my presents?” I asked rubbing my hands together in anticipation.
Sofia jumped up. “Ooo! Me first!” She ran upstairs to her room and grabbed my present out from her UC Santa Barbara bag. “Here.” She handed me the wrapped gift and I opened it.
I pulled out this box shaped device and looked at it. “What is it?”
“It’s an XM radio. What you’re holding is the base. Set in the middle of it is the hand-held where with these earphones, you can take it out and listen to music anywhere. The base, you can keep in your office at work. All you do is place the hand-held back into it and that’s it. Isn’t it wonderful? It plays over a hundred radio stations without commercials.”
I lifted it up and turned it around inspecting it curiously. “What’s wrong with the radio I’ve got already?”
Sofia laughed. “Get real, Uncle Drew. That old thing plays more static than it does music. Besides, it’s time you upgraded along with the rest of the world.”
I smiled and gave her a hug. “Well, I love it. Thank you.”
“Okay. Enough of that.” Damon said standing. “My turn.” He handed me an Electronic Boutique bag. Inside I looked and pulled out a pc game. The Sims 2.
I laughed. “I’ve been wanting this! But it costs fifty dollars. How’d you get the money? You don’t have a job.”
“Dad loaned it to me.”
Sofia laughed. “Loan means you actually pay the lender back, Damon. How, pray tell, are you going to do that?”
“Shut up. Smart alec.”
I looked over at Dicky, who sat quietly. “And where’s your present?” Before he said anything, the doorbell rang and he patted my knee, then got up to answer it.
“Drew!” He called for me. I got up and walked to the front door, where he was standing with the door slightly closed.
“What?”
He smiled, kissed me, then whispered, “Happy Birthday.” He opened the door and there stood a man and a woman. They had grown older over the years and the gray in their hair was more detectable, but upon first glance, I could easily tell who they were.
“Hello, son.” The man said to me with a smile. I slowly covered my mouth with my hand as tears came to my eyes.
“Dad?” I whispered. He nodded then grabbed me and hugged me tightly. My mother came around and hugged me too. I quickly grabbed them both and held them tightly, scared that this may be another dream and they weren’t really here. She kissed the side of my head as I started to cry.
“Happy birthday, sweetheart.”
“I missed you.” I said.
“We know. We’ve missed you too. Dreadfully.” My mother said. When I finally got myself together, I back away and wiped my eyes.
“You gonna let us in or are we gonna talk in the doorway.” My father said cheerfully. I smiled and stepped out the way. Dicky shut the door. My mother looked at him and frowned, thinking.
“Richard, you’ve packed on some muscle, haven’t you? Big boy now.” Dicky smiled.
“Yes, Mam.” They hugged.
“No need for formalities, hon. You’re a part of the family after all. Mom will suffice.”
“Okay, Mom.” He saw my father and extended his hand. He took Dicky’s hand and shook it.
“And you can call me Dad.”
Mom pulled out two pictures from her purse. “Now, I heard we’ve got some grandchildren. Although they are probably young adults by now.”
“Oh yes.” I said. “Come with me into the den.” We all walked down the hall and I let my parents in first. Damon and Sofia were messing with the XM radio I got. They both looked up when we walked in. “Damon....Sofia, meet your grandparents, Thomas and Sandra.”
They all hugged and greeted each other, then we all sat in the living room. I sat on the couch again with my legs crossed at the knee and Dicky sat next to me with my hand in his on his thigh. The kids sat next to us, and my parents were in the arm chairs. “Oh, I nearly forgotten. Thomas, go get the presents.” Dad got up and walked back outside.
“Momma, you didn’t have to get me anything....”
“Nonsense. It’s your birthday, isn’t it?” Dad came back in and he gave me two presents. I opened the first one and it was a photo album. “I’ll admit, these presents are more for the family. So they can find out a little more about you. Cause I know how you are. You can be pretty tight lipped about things.”
I opened the album and set it on both Dicky and mine’s thigh. The kids gathered around too. The very first picture was a big baby picture. But there were two. One wore a green outfit with brown bears on it and the other wore a blue one. They were around five months of age and had been laid on their stomachs. Dark curly hair covered their heads and big, toothless smiles were on their faces. Damon pointed to the one in green. “Who is that?”
“That’s me.”
“And who is that?” He pointed to the one in blue.
“That’s my brother. Asa.”
Dicky looked up at me. “You never said anything about having a brother.”
“You never told them you had a twin, Andrew?” Dad asked.
My expression became grim. “No.”
“Where is he?” Dicky asked.
“He’s dead.”
“I’m sorry.” We were quiet for a while and just sat and flipped through the pages. We came up on one picture of me and Asa at 15. We were both dressed in matching black tanks, gray sweat pants with the legs pushed to our calves, and barefoot. The picture was taken of us side by side in the middle of a dance.
“What’s this a picture of?” Sofia asked.
I thought for a minute. “I think that was when we were taking dance classes with Ms. Wallace. She was a well known choreographer for Broadway plays and on her off time, she taught junior classes in her studio. She also taught us piano.” I smiled at the picture. It really brought back memories. I cocked my head to the side and chuckled.
“What?” Damon asked.
“It’s funny. I can’t tell which one is me.”
We continued to flip through the photo album and they got to see all the pictures of me and my brother when we were growing up; birthday pictures, school pictures, trips, dance classes, prom, and graduation. I opened the other present and it was a tape. Sofia popped it in the VCR.
~~~”Asa, is it on yet?” A seventeen year old me whispered. Asa’s face was all in the camera.
“Yeah. Ms. Wallace is gonna kill us when she finds out we’ve been playing with her stuff without permission.” He backed up and we were able to see that me and him were in the studio. “You ready?” He asked me.
“Yeah. Come on.” Asa went and sat down at the black baby grand piano and I stood behind a microphone stand. I looked into the camera and said, “Hey dad. Hope you’re having fun in Portland. Me and Asa wanted to send you something and since we know you like Elton John, we decided to sing ‘Bennie and the Jets’ for you.....”
“Yeah.” Asa said. “Hope you like it, cause it’s not going to happen again.” Asa started to play and I started to sing.....
~Hey kids, shake it loose together
The spotlight\'s hitting something
That\'s been known to change the weather
We\'ll kill the fatted calf tonight
So stick around
You\'re gonna hear electric music
Solid walls of sound
Say, Candy and Ronnie, have you seen them yet
Oh, but they\'re so spaced out, Bennie and the Jets
Oh but they\'re weird and they\'re wonderful
Oh Bennie she\'s really keen
She\'s got electric boots a mohair suit
You know I read it in a magazine
Ba- Ba-Ba- Bennie and the Jets
Hey kids, plug into the faithless
Maybe they\'re blinded
But Bennie makes them ageless
We shall survive, let us take ourselves along
Where we fight our parents out in the streets
To find who\'s right and who\'s wrong
Say, Candy and Ronnie, have you seen them yet
Oh, but they\'re so spaced out, Bennie and the Jets
Oh but they\'re weird and they\'re wonderful
Oh Bennie she\'s really keen
She\'s got electric boots a mohair suit
You know I read it in a magazineBa-Ba-Ba-Bennie and the Jets.... ~~~
“Wasn’t that sweet?” Dicky said smiling. I rolled my eyes.
“Those two loved their music.” Momma said smiling. “Everything about it. Asa played more of the piano and Andrew would do the singing. And did he ever love to sing.” I started to turn red with embarrassment. Do your parents ever do that? You’d think it would stop when you got older, but THEN they would have more humiliating stories to tell about you.
“How come I never knew all this stuff?” Dicky looked at me. “You sing?”
“Oh yes.” My mother interrupted. “Ever since he was four, he’d sing all over the house. His voice was much higher than Asa’s; alto. Asa had more of a tenor sound.”
“Why’d you stop singing, dad?” Damon asked.
I shrugged. “I stopped music all together when Asa died. Didn’t seem as important to me anymore.”
“He’d be so proud of you if he could see you now.” Dad said. “You look very happy.”
I blindly reached for Dicky’s hand and squeezed it. “I AM very happy, Dad.”
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My parents decided to stay for the weekend. Sofia went back to school that afternoon, so my parents slept in her room. That night, I was lying in bed holding a sleeping Dicky from behind in my arms, when I got this urge to go to my parent’s room. I slipped out from behind him and snuck down the hall. It felt like back at home when I would sneak into their room at night as a child because “something was trying to get me”.
I knew my dad would probably be asleep, but I knew that my mom would still be up. She could be a night owl sometimes. I knocked and heard her voice. “Come in.”
I opened the door and sure enough, she was sitting at Sofia’s desk reading a book. The small lamp light was on, as were her reading spectacles. She wore a long yellow night gown with a yellow and white trim robe over it. I saw dad was in bed, long gone. His salt and pepper curls were all I saw from under the mound of sheets he slept under. “Andrew, what are you still doing up?”
“I guess I could ask you the same thing? Reading at two o’clock in the morning?” “Couldn’t sleep.” She answered. She closed the book and took off her glasses. I kneeled down before her.
“What made you come?”
She sighed deeply before starting. “One day, I woke up with a sudden change of heart. When you came to New York and talked to me that day through the door, I know you couldn’t see it, but I was crying the entire time. You have no idea how much I wanted to open that door and look at you.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“I still couldn’t accept it. I couldn’t accept that you had went off and married another man. I actually believed that if we closed ourselves off from you long enough, you would leave Richard and marry a woman. Never mind whether you loved her or not, that didn’t matter to me anymore then. Appearances did. I didn’t want to be known as Sandra Payne, the mother of a gay son.” She grabbed my face with her hands and looked into my eyes. “Now, I don’t see you as that. I see a beautiful young man, who is funny, and gentle, and caring, and kind........” She started to tear up. “A man who loves his family, his husband, and who he is. I had always told you and Asa to love who you are and to never let anyone make you think you were anything less than perfect. And here I was, not speaking to you, going completely against what I had said.” I started to wipe tears from my now misty eyes. “Your father and I love you very much. We are so proud of you and all you’ve accomplished.” I laid my head down in her lap and she rubbed my head. Momma’s boy? Yeah.
“If you realized this when I came back to New York, why did it take eight more years for you to come see me?”
“Your father caught sick.” I sat up. “He had a massive heart attack and it left him in pretty bad shape.”
“What?”
“It took a while for the rehab to get him back to normal, but I knew that I didn’t want us to come to see you unless he was feeling well enough and had finished the rehabilitation.”
“Is he okay now?”
“Yes. He’s fine. He just needs to watch what he eats from now on, but other than that, he’s the still the same quiet, silly man you’ve always known.” I smiled.
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After leaving momma, I had a craving for food. I went to the kitchen and opened the fridge; the little light illuminated the entire dark room. I settled on making a sandwich, but I couldn’t find a damn thing to make it with. I was bent over looking in the refrigerator, when I felt hands on my hips. “You’re supposed to be asleep.” I said softly as I stood back up. I felt a warm strong body press against me.
“I was. But I found out you were gone, so I went to look for you. I figured you’d be down here trying to find something to eat, so I checked here first. And here I find you........bent over.......displaying that lovely ass of yours.” He ran his hand over my backside. “Were you TRYING to give me a hard on?”
I brushed my ass against his pelvis. I felt something very stiff in his pants. “Looks like I already did.” I reached back and kissed him repeatedly. “Anyway, I WAS hungry but we don’t have jack in here to eat.”
Dicky whispered in my ear. “I’ve got something you can eat.”
“Really? What is it?” Like I didn’t know.
“Well, it’s long, thick, and filled with protein.” I giggled. “You can slap some ketchup on it if you want to.”
I switched places with him and backed him to the counter. “No thanks.” I pushed down his boxers and dropped to my knees. “I rather like it plain.” I took all of him down my mouth. He drew in a hiss then a sigh.
The kitchen was quiet and peaceful until it was offset by the slurping I was doing and the sighs Dicky was making. With one hand on his thigh, I ran the other hand up under his shirt so I could feel the ripples of his six pack. When I felt that he was getting close, I took my hand away from his thigh and tickled his balls a little. That sent him over the edge and he came. I took in all he gave me and I stood back up. He pulled his boxers back up then pulled me in for a kiss. “How was that?” He asked.
“Filling.” I grabbed his hand and we walked back upstairs.
TBC...........R&R. Problems with Damon in the next chapter.