Father, Boyfriend, Lover, Me

Father Boyfriend Lover Son: Guests

Just for that moment I wished instead of a swimming pool, we had a backyard filled with quick sand; Easy to imagine myself sinking into it not knowing what might happen. Just Slurp and, if quick sand can burp, then that after I completely disappeared.

I’d brought Cade, the kid from the market, home after I’d spent the night at his house-where I’d also fucked him twice. Now, in our swimming pool, Andy, Dad’s boyfriend of God knows how long, was shocked to find a kid he knew as John, who also was his nephew, naked in the pool. Didn’t take him long to wade in, grab whomever it was by the arm, drag him out,  both of them dripping, into the house. These are ‘the times that try mens’ souls’ but also leave them in utter confusion. Just me, the red floating raft, some residual waves occasioned by Andy and his nephew-better to say that until the name thing was cleared up-departing as the 1:11 United left for Denver. ( Hours of laying on the aforementioned raft with the company of a scanner tuned to Air Traffic Control had given me not only a good tan but a knowledge of who usually followed whom going where. Unless the wind shifted in which case nothing flew over.)

With a certain reluctance I decided to go inside, see what was up, who was who, where was what and if I could do anything for anyone. Or, I could just stay out of what was developing into family matters and, looked at it from my perspective-the only one I had-these two men were separate entities, in my mind, until just minutes ago when genealogy brought them together for what wasn’t shaping up to be a happy family reunion.

It wasn’t.

Andy had whoever it was on his knees, ankles crossed, hands behind his back, hands together, palms out, to which he was snapping on a set of cuffs. Where they’d come from...but no time to wonder about the peripheries just then.

“Andy, what are you doing?”

“Jon, stay out of this, none of your concern. Just….go back to the pool, I’ll handle this.”

Even from my angle I could see Cade, or whomever, he was, had started to crumple in fear, tears…

“Jon, now,  go away.”

“No. He’s my friend, I asked him to come for a swim….what’s your problem?”

Andy seemed perplexed. I took the moment to get the cuff keys, unlock Cade and move him a bit away.

“Well?”

He was a bit perturbed. “Jon, you don’t understand, this is my nephew, my sister’s kid, he ran away from home….”

“Did he? Did he run away or...was he forced out? Remember when you told Dad what happens to boys when they come out to their parents? Do you? He’s gay. I know that. All you know is what your sister told you and I’m willing to bet a large amount you never mentioned my Dad and  your….arrangement with him. Right?”

Andy wandered into a quandary and couldn’t figure out how he got there or how to get out.

“Ask him, Andy, ask him if he ran away….ask him….”

I watched him look Cade up and down, think, look some more….internally face what was sneaking up on him in his mind.

“John?”

“It’s Cade, I changed it when I was 21 so they couldn’t find me.”

In one sentence he had, or should have had an answer. Maybe not the one he would have preferred or hoped for but a conclusive, no holds barred answer.

I drew him to me, put my arms around him while we stood dripping on the carpet. “Tell him. He deserves to know….”

Cade looked at Andy, carefully, wondered, started, stopped..  “Andy ….couldn’t go on.”

His uncle wasn’t smiling but then in one sense he’d been sucker punched by what was seeming like a lying sister and her puke of a husband.

“John… or whatever...Cade, did you run away?”

“Dad broke my leg with a ball bat when I told them….here, you can still see where they operated at Charity Hospital, set the bone…..”

The scar, while not large, was as clear as a unanimous verdict: Guilty.

Andy was almost suddenly a broken man. No doubt he’d loved this kid and, he was a cop after all, probably put in lots of hours looking for him, told this cockamamie story which, of course, he believed. Why wouldn’t he? And now he finds him, naked, in a swimming pool that belongs to his lover with his lover’s son. And the ugly thought, not yet fully developed, that he’d been lied to, and not some ‘little white lie’ but one that covered nastiness, cruelty, made him recognize an ugly truth.

I watched him…. “Cade, go to him right now, hug him, tell him...while he was looking for you, you were hoping he’d find you. Tell him if you’d found him….things would have been alright. Tell him you love him, because you do, hold him tight.”

Pushing Cade away from me toward Andy was like launching a reluctant ship but finally, in stages starting with just standing there, looking at one another….tears, Andy grabbed him….. “I wanted to find you….”

And it was time for me to go get in the pool, hop on the float and see if the 1:27, American, for Philadelphia was on time.

Using my tendency to dominance as I walked away, “Both of you, naked, the pool, in ten…” Hoping it might be longer, I wanted them to do the fastest bonding of two men I’d ever seen. Saying ten minutes just gave them a goal, the time? Didn’t matter

As I lay on the float watching the contrails way above the American A320 headed for the East Coast-Philly or Boston, couldn’t remember, I half way wished Dad could have witnessed this; Here was exactly what Andy had told him, unfortunately, right to the beaten kid who had only told his parents the truth and, sadly, did not get the acceptance he had every right to expect. In Dad’s world as I had come to discover if things didn’t have happy endings it was only because his whole life was not about endings and beginnings, just day to day to day. When I was shoved into it, that was a major sprain, fucking his kid was...beyond what he’d ever thought not to mention having his boyfriend move into a house he never could have envisioned owning. And he hadn’t met my lover, Bob. Yet.

Why hadn’t he?  No reason, at least no good reason except that during all the hard times for me, Bob was where I’d gone for the love and affection my own father did not have. There was the sad part, his own life had been emasculated by a manipulative woman who, in effect, had thrown both of us out of the house  while still living there. Dad to his ‘side jobs’ which proved to be Andy and me to the coach which was covered by their lack of interest in me, my life and some vague lies about where I was to cover any possible questions; I needn’t have wasted my time, the most penetrating question she’d ever ask, Dad wanted to know nothing, was whether I had laundry in my room and was there a sale on whatever at the market. However clever, witty and fascinating you are, it’s not possible to get a dinner conversation going given those topics. Possibly why we never had meals together.

I rolled over. Something came to me inspired by Cade’s being found as a, theoretical, runaway; During all the days, where did my Mom go? The 1:52 United for Denver was executing a fast departure which further made me wonder, where had she gone? At the end, she proved to have someone else with whom she would now be his wife or lover or sweetheart…..never expected to meet him, really, didn’t care. If you wanted to be maudlin, you could push it to see him, whomever ‘him’ might be, as the home wrecker, the vile seducer of women….I laughed at that one. In a secret family where, it turns out, hot sex was on the hoof for two of the men, why not give her a piece, unfortunate choice of words, of the action? Neither Dad nor I could have offered any clue to any authority had she gone missing; Wondered how long it would be before one of us, probably me, would even notice that she was missing. It was an interesting point to ponder. Someone’s ATR Turboprop whirred away, I think….yeah, I think that was an American Eagle headed for Springfield. At least that’s what I thought the destination was.

One thing all three of us had learned, nice as the pool was, there was such a thing as too tan. Bob loved to lick my well browned nuts and cock and, to me, well suntanned toes are sexy. Don’t want to do anything with them but in flips, they just said, I’m healthy, tan, young….With that thought, I slid off the raft then hopped up on the terrace surrounding it, found a nice recliner and let myself drip dry. I kind of wanted the two men to come out just so I could have a reading on how that was going but this wasn’t the moment to try and play social director; They’d show up when they did. In the meantime I saw a rarity, a Lufthansa A380 almost make its own cloud as it headed for Frankfurt. Leaned back, enjoyed the warmth….

Strong arms picked me up and tossed me into the pool; Conveniently I was still naked. When I surfaced I could look back and see Andy with his arm around Cade, both of them smiling also   both were nude. That must have taken a big swallow for Andy….I idly wondered how it would be the first time Cade mounted him….or he mounted Cade. Doubtless I’d hear a report.

“Alls well I take it.”

“Yeah, you sonofabitch, all’s well. Hey, Jon, we’re both…”

“Okay, I get it. Fucked him yet?”

Both of them went from shocked white to blushing red. “Lots of beds open this time of day. Watch the snow…..”

Andy tried to look disgusted or annoyed or whatever. Scotched that one quickly.

“Your uncle is one good fuck and I speak from experience. In this house everyone has slept with everyone else. Makes it convenient when your man is out of town but you’re horny. Hey, one of the good things about living here is double fucking, my Dad, Andy, in me, me and Andy in my Dad….” Cade almost remembered to blink.

“Uh…..Andy and….”

“Sure, now if you feel like it. He’s out of uniform, not that it makes any difference, he’s got a fine set down there to work on and, Cade, it really does make you closer to someone you love….and you do love him, don’t you.”

“I was afraid, part of why I left, I was afraid he’d find out that I loved him and, well, you know, kid having the hots for his father’s brother…..” He swallowed hard.

“Mean it? You were afraid of me? I changed your diapers….”

“Well then, you’ll be interested to see how the man has grown, you’ll be pleased, I was. Also, just thought of this, why should he live alone and pay rent? I’m not here too often, got all that closet space, everything in that room to make a man happy, three car garage….I think I just got a new room mate. Whattya say? Roomie?”

The 2:29 Spirit was off to Ft. Lauderdale.

What I wouldn’t have said but I knew to be true was that...I was lonely at times. I loved coach but his life could not be flexed to include me which meant there were whole stretches when about all we could do was exchange texts. In Cade I got a buddy to knock around with, fuck of course, but just be someone I knew who would fit in and be welcome. My bed was big enough for all four of us-an event I had in mind-so for the two of us, easy. My guess was that his life would improve, not just bunking in with me, but because some of the bigger secrets were out. No doubt he did love his uncle; Having a cop in your family when you’re young is a great thing, almost as good as a dad who’s a Marine. Both were willing to really love their little men, did not see them as children and were influences beyond reproach.

I had got out of the water and, again, hit the lounge to, also again, start air drying. Some United 757, must be running late...

There was one, well, not just ugly cloud but the whole tornado when the subject of the broken leg was brought up. Was it a forgivable offense? Forget what the law as evidenced by his brother the cop, there was the moral law about beating children. I could remember his telling dad...most of what he could just not quite saying the spell that ended with a fleeing young man...dead. I snapped back to mending families and plane spotting.

“Roomies? You? Me? Here? The den mother is over there.” I jerked my thumb at Andy who just grinned.

“Really? Here? With Andy and...you?”

“Yeah there’s also my father but that’s Andy’s territory don’t worry, you’ll like him, just…..don’t feel badly if he doesn’t say anything.” Andy  stuck his nose in it.

“You think that stud on the lounge looks good? Wait until you see the other half of the almost matching pair. Son, you’re lucky….” And then tapered off, that word, ‘son’…. He paused and continued, “If you have to get a roomie get a stud-that sort of wing man will get you who, what, where, when, how you want it….”

That opened another door. Cade wouldn’t be happy and Andy? Well, we were about to see.

“Yep, nothing like a Roomie whom you know can pay his rent….as you know, ‘second dad’, I’ve occasionally accepted a dime or two for my services….so has Cade. One of my original purposes was to help him find a better, wealthier clientele.” That seemed a good place to stop based on the look on both of their faces.

“Andy…..I...look, at first, money, left with nothing...in the hospital, some intern offered me a tenner if I’d blow him….”

His uncle was going through, as is said, some changes. Time to run interference.

“Look, you know the whole story, or now you do. What could he do? Out on his ass, broken leg….no one to go to...”

“There was me….”

“Well, no, there wasn’t. Your brother sold you a pack of lies and that’s not a dumb kid, he figured out, go to you, fuck the broken leg, he’d be in trouble with you, the man he really loves, part of why he left so, no, he doesn’t go to you.”

I let that avalanche slide down the mountain. “It’s a fluke you even found him now. I don’t know anything about his past, I’m not psychic, how in hell would I know my Dad’s boyfriend is my buddy’s uncle….who’s been looking for him. Think about this, and I deserve nothing other than accidentally getting the two of you back together, if he’s not here today, even if you hear me refer to ‘Cade’ you’re going to know spot nothing.” There was a long pause while everyone thought about that.

Delta 1287, 4:00pm, Atlanta. New equipment or they’d substituted something. I had an idea that, given the theme of the day, shocks, seemed to fit in.

“The two of you, now, while you’re still mending fences, and, Andy, you’ve got the most to mend, get in there and one of you fuck the other. Or both.”

“Jon...I….”

“Yeah, you can, I’ve done it with you, done it to you, you’ve done it to me, this is just another real stud who now lives in the barn with the other stallions. Go….Fuck ….Him.”

I stared at them noticing that, at least the idea, had an effect below the Mason Dixon line. Cade was good and hard while Andy was just...hard. Why not? This was potentially the answer to a fantasy of his and, for Andy….was it impossible to not think that he’d looked at his nephew on occasion and kinda wondered, wished that, just maybe? Fuck, I was even boning up. “Maybe I’ll come watch.”

Putting my hand around my dick and starting to, slowing, jerk myself….I looked at them. “Go, you’ve seen guys jerk off….”

I could see the reluctance at the same time the desire as they halfway backed away and turned. Andy missed, right into the pool.

“Great, start with a shower, always a good place for lots of feeling up.” They disappeared as did another United into a cloud. Had to be Chicago. I had learned by, enjoyed the pleasure of my hand on my cock, and the slow, productive movements that only led one place; Pleasure.

I’d enjoyed an al fresco snack, served on my hand-I’m not limber enough to lean over and suck myself….always wished I could, maybe coach had some exercises that would make that possible. There was a door to my  bedroom from the pool-one of the conveniences of having the Master bedroom so, as I went in, American, 767, also to Chicago. It was the commuter time of the day. Cold showered down then flopped on my bed intending to take a nap which I did.

I was sleeping on my right side when I felt a hand on my left shoulder; Rolling over I saw those magnificent blue eyes, mine matched, and I was glad to see my Dad. Per usual, I could see him working up to a sentence but, while he got there, I scooted over, told him to strip and hop into bed. He came up with something.

“Shower?”

“Nah, I need to change the sheets anyway. We’ll fuck and then both shower. Deal?”

Guess it was as he was slipping out of his work clothes then got into bed. One thing about my Dad, once he’d got used to me as not only his son but a well trained partner for sex with him, he didn’t bother with too much foreplay. His hand was around my rapidly rising organ and his lips were on mine. He remembered why he came in.

“Andy’s room?”

“Is the door locked?”

He nodded “yes” which, around here was unusual almost as strange as finding all three of us clothed at the same time. One rule of thumb was to NOT answer the front door until you’d looked in a mirror and determined that whoever was  behind door number one wasn’t going to see what the prize was behind door number two opened. Naked.

I took him in my arms, he was a wonderful father, or had learned to be, and tried to think how to explain what had happened in the past several hours. It was twilight-kinda sorry for that, I liked looking at my Dad, he was well worth looking at as many men knew, because what I was going to try and explain needed advanced show and tell time which gloom didn’t help.

I was tempted to start what I needed to explain to him with, “Once upon a time….” There was enough unreality to the day to qualify for that.

“Slide into me, you know, the way we like to lay around….I’ll tell you why Andy’s door is closed and locked.”

One of the advantages of almost being the clone of my Dad was our bodies felt much the same based on what was done to it. Suck my cock and Dad would know exactly when I’d shoot. Turn around, same way OR you could suck both of us and get a double dose. Andy was good at that although he said it had taken longer to widen his mouth than it had to widen his ass so we could double fuck him.

I could feel my father’s hands, work worn, but his touch? He Knew where to put what, how much to push and when to stroke or rub. As he slipped into me, his hands were on my hips, rubbing them, caressing them, feeling his broad fleshed instrument probe the chasm it knew so well. I know of few men who had the touch with their cock that he did; Often it was difficult to impossible to even sense he was entering me, only the hair on it rustling against my male cunt lips suggested….something. I never timed it...but Andy said watching the two of us seemed to be like watching a bag of colored skin enter the other bag of skin to flesh out make one whole man.

Dad knew how to pulsate, not push or pull, just make his veins grow thicker as he forced blood in and out of them. With his cock eye on my prostate….I could think of no reason to do anything, go anywhere, just be with my Father. After he was locked in, he moved his hands under my  breasts, I knew, soon, eventually, slowly, he’d surround a nipple with his calloused hand, try and sand it, make it conform to his finger, hold it gently knowing the best way to milk me was to let me grow a hard pyramid of skin, one he could take a nail, try to slice into, cause that intimacy of pain that only maybe a father and son could do. He wanted to hurt me to provide a background for the deep pleasure inside me. God I loved him.

His soft voice, almost no words… “Neck…?”

He could feel my agreement.

On one side he placed his mouth so his teeth could capture my Carotid Artery, on the other side the fingers on his left hand performed the same service for the Artery there. One hand still on my nipple, deftly, intimately he would begin to press close the paired vices of his teeth and fingers, slowly closing the blood carrying vessels, moving my brain to only know that he loved me, he could make me sleep, he could extend that sleep to death….as my brain could not find the food it needed to exist…

“Jon….” it wasn’t so much a voice as syllables as part of a sigh. “I love you so much….to death.”

Quietly. “I’ll go where you take me, I cannot live without my Father….”

The pressure on both sides mounted as he slightly pressed into my ass with more intent.

“Sleep for a little………...”

I came back slowly knowing he was holding me, waiting for me, fucking me… “Dreams?”

“Of you.”

His cock now worked like the best lubricated lever, almost no sense but only that he was in me, wanted me…. Would leave his semen in me. Now was when I would start to quietly moan. I could hear him vaguely chuckle ; He knew I had found my way to the pleasure he wanted for me..

There was nothing more. In time he finished pleasing himself, would return my shaft to me, continue to lay on top of me, hold me with his arms, kiss my neck….I wondered.

“Dad would you kill me?”

“I love you so much….if we both….yes...together. Do you want…..with me?”

I knew the answer: Yes. For some time I’d known I wanted to die with my Dad….For my Dad….Let him have the ultimate decision of life and death and then chose one for both of us. I knew he could not choose life for in the past which neither of us could turn into a bland memory, there was pain, horror, lose, rejection, silence...forever. Yes, we would have to die together, in each others arms….sometime…..

I curled into him, stroked his chest. “I am your son, I gotta go with you, where’s better?” We quietly kissed and I could hear his voice…. “Jon...love...mine.” Then took one of each of our hands and put them on his nuts. They were ours.

Warm tears went down my shoulder, around my neck onto the sheets. I could do nothing but lay there, enjoy him, now that sex was behind us, feel the hair on his chest on my back, sense how hard his chest was from work, know the large thighs that still pushed my legs apart, his breath now slowing, warm, scented with a few bit of my skin-at the end he always nibbled but so little only he and I could see it.

“Lets sleep until we wake up….just...hold me….”

He said nothing just used his strength to adjust our bodies. Now and then we’d start off with him in me...didn’t stay but the little bits or urine or semen that slipped out were my own personal warm milk before sleep…..”

As I dosed, feeling his arm around my chest….I remembered something. Oh well, when we woke up, I could explain Andy and Cade. Just….not …. now………..

Sex, good sex, is tiring but in a way that isn’t exhaustion but merely wants the body to stop, pause, physically relive what has just happened. And to share the sleep with the one who fucked you…..

One thing I knew when I woke up, it was much later. A clock built into the tv said it was after ten...for some scrambled reason all I could think was that I hoped Andy and Cade had stopped screwing each other or...whatever else they decided to do. I’d find out.

I could feel Dad’s hand pull me just a bit toward him, kissed my shoulder.

“Get wet?”

As we got out of bed I did something that had become a ritual between the two of us, I kissed his testicles; They were my original home so it was only right to visit the old homestead and notice that they had been well kept up. Dad always grinned when I did it, he knew why and, I think, truly loved the meaning that a simple gesture had.

Showers and Dad were made for each other. For one, given his work with trucks and their parts, most days he was genuinely grimy so a good shower was necessary. I presume when he was home, this was a pleasant service Andy performed but today, he was mine. Easiest way was to dump body wash for men on our heads then work it down, adding more as needed. He’d jimmied with the shower, adding two more heads on flexible pipes, so at no point were you dry. He had taught me how to use an economy of time and motion that did completely cleanse us but, unless we were all going to turn on the Sauna, or just loaf in the spray, have Andy with us, he enjoyed being cleaned but what he most looked forward to was being dried with huge bath sheets. We’d take turns and, almost only moist it was time.

“Dad….about Andy...why don’t we go sit by the pool….”

Once outside there was a strange smell, food. I know we hadn’t been near the kitchen, Andy could almost make coffee and toast, plus pour out orange juice but that was the extent of his cooking abilities. We’d find out.

As simply and carefully as possible I explained what had happened, emphasizing things like his leg being broken, how Andy had once told him things like that happened….he was my friend, it was coincidental but, like us, they needed to be together. With a little more emphasis Cade’s love for his Uncle was part of why he left home, he was too afraid that Andy might….

“No, not Andy.” I knew this was going well.

“Dad, I gave Cade back to Andy the same way he kinda gave me to you…..all I planned on doing was hanging around, seeing you got settled and then...”

“Coach”

I looked down. “Yeah, coach.”

He put an arm around me. “When do I meet him….it’s been….” and as was Dad’s wont, he ran out of words. But suddenly had a second wind. “Andy says he’s a great guy….snow.”

“Well, you’ve seen the snow...and the storms, all the others….got the idea cuz….that’s what Andy and I do when we’re together. Just lay on his big couch, like you he’s tired when he comes home and just be two men who love each other. Like you and Andy. Dad, I never have once thought of him as a father, I’ve got a great one. He doesn’t want to be thought of as a father….probably better if I were older but….”

He put an arm around me. “Meet him?”

“Sure...oh, hey, before we find them or they find us….Cade needs to work at more than the store….He needs to find men who will be good guys and pay him. He does quite well at sex and, since he’s now going to live here” I had to smile. “I assume he’ll improve rather quickly. BUT I want you to listen up, I know there are guys who you know….remember those times when you’ve kinda sold me?”

He ducked his head.

“Dad, I had a choice. They were your friends, they were frightened, they needed a piece of ass that was safe….happy to help out and the money wasn’t all that bad. Hey, one guy offered me a couple of grand if I’d go on a fishing trip with him….”

We looked at each other and broke into laughter.

He said, “I bet they were biting.”

“So you’ll find some things for Cade...maybe a fishing trip?”

Which was as far as I got as from the other door appeared two men we both knew. Even in the gloom, there were shit eating grins that didn’t suggest, just screamed, yep, I’ve been fucked. Andy had his arm around Cade, I knew all would be well.

“You know, he can cook too?”

I blinked as did Dad.

“Hey, it’s cold now but… we went to the market and he’s made a real good dinner… if you, you know, don’t mind it cold.”

“Jon…..” Cade came to me, laid against me. “Jon….Roomie...thanks.”

“No problem plus, Andy, don’t listen, Dad and I are going to fix up some dates for you...gotta earn the rent.” I hope he could see me smile.

It was a good dinner, surprisingly so. The other two sat, drank a beer, while Dad and I really enjoyed it, even it is was cold.

I had a dominant moment. “Okay, whoever cleans up, get it done then we’re headed for my room, find out how to get all of us in my bed in case we can’t get the heat bill paid.”

“Jon, tomorrow...”

“Yeah, you and Dad have to get up and go to work so this is a sleep in not a getting to know you gang bang. Four guys who kinda love each other sleeping….”

In the morning Dad hung back for a moment. “He’s a nice kid...you...punched him?”

“Yeah, don’t find anyone who wants more than to fuck the boy next door or someone who he can make believe it’s his son...matter of fact, I can teach him Daddy role play….”

“I got just the daddy…..” He kissed me, turned and left for work. One minute later, Andy, smart looking in his uniform, his arm around Cade who had clearly been crying. “Jon….”

“Name it and claim it.”

“Thanks… I got my boy back.”

“...and I got a roomie. Get out of here before you miss roll call.” Slapped him on his ass, turned started to leave, came back, held Cade, kissed him… “See you tonight son.”

“Yeah….Dad...tonight.”

“Okay, hooker in training...”

He looked perplexed.

“I’ll explain while we get you moved over here….what’s your lease?”

“Month to month.”

“Makes that easy. Go change the sheets in Andy’s room, I’m assuming they need it.”

He looked embarrassed.

“...we’ll find some clothes to move in then head out, wish I’d traded Dad the car for his pickup….”

And that’s what we did. On the way to his apartment I told him what Dad was going to do, told him I’d done it but, one thing, Coach doesn’t know and he’s not going to...is he.”

“Rat on a roomie? Hell no.”

Hard sometimes to believe Cade and I were almost the same age. As we were packing him up, his ‘things’ ran more to CDs, fan magazines, a couple of gay rags….clothes...surprising amount of stuff in the kitchen but...he’d been living on his so, sure, he’d had all that. The many bottles of liquor for when he’d ‘entertained’ older men at his place-that was about to stop; If he had a couple of regulars, which I doubted, they would have to meet him at some neutral place, just not where he was going to live. And, in not too long, he was going to have new patrons….I knew Dad had a string of men who wanted him or me but now would be offered fresh meat.

It took several hours and about three trips plus making a date with a local moving company to pick up the furniture but that was all.

“Want to look back?”

“God, no. Come on, Roomie, lets get out of here.” And we did.

Later in the day I’d retreated to Coach’s and complete relaxation. Sprawled on his couch watching some fairly interesting television program-about being a forest ranger in Alaska-while Coach yawned and, I could hear the papers rustle, did the thing he hated most, grading. I went in, rubbed his massive shoulders, found my wrists held in very strong hands…. “You always make me so happy”. \

“Thanks, now keep working and, if you finish, Grubhub and we can spent the night on the couch together.” He smiled big whether it was Grubhub or what he knew night on the couch would bring.

The doorbell rang. As I picked up a load of laundry and headed for the door, I bet myself it would be Andy, over time, and as his route passed Bob’s house, he’d drop in, they’d got to be good friends. As I’d told Coach, Andy was a nice guy.

I almost lost it when I opened the door.

“Dad”. He had a quiet sadness about him something I’d never seen.

“Son, I’d like to see your Coach….” His blue eyes looked in my blue eyes. “Please, son….” I opened the door further and he walked into my life.