Invited
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Chapter 49
(Conclusion)
Monday at work, I turned in my two weeks' notice. Fredrico seemed sincerely sorry I was leaving, but he said I made the right decision to get a college education, and he was happy for me. Then, I learned at lunch from one of the dorks in customer service that, while I was working for Malcolm on the dock, Mark Jones quit his job to join the Marines with his best bud. I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to say goodbye. Damn, though, I want to avoid those two customer service dorks, so I'll be eating alone during my last two weeks working here.
Each day I worked through my two-week notice, I got more anxious to be done with this job. Then, every night, Ronny and I got together, and he'd tell me about his summer day of swimming with his neighbors, John and Dennis Day. They swim at a public swim club to which both families belong. They'd play tennis there, too. Other days, he and the boys, aged sixteen and eighteen, would go to the YMCA and play basketball. They also went to a day baseball game to see the Phillies play. In other words, they were enjoying summer vacation while I was working. No matter, I was getting what I coveted... my car and the apartment with Ronny and Billy.
I never knew Ronny was athletic, nor did he have the Day brothers as neighborhood friends until now. I was surprised, but what did I assume? That he was a recluse like I was until Billy Underwood rescued me. No, he has friends, and he introduced me to these two on the Saturday before my last week of work. We were at the pool, where I was allowed admission as a 'guest.' It cost me ten dollars, and it was a lousy cloudy day for swimming, but I wanted to meet these guys with whom my boyfriend was hanging out.
Okay, yeah, I was slightly jealous. Almost immediately after meeting John and Dennis, though, I relaxed because they were no competition. First of all, they aren't gay. In fact, they mocked Ronny and me for being gay. Right off the bat, when he was introduced to me, Dennis said, "Oh, so this is the infamous Wallingford," and he flicked his finger at my nose. Rude motherfucker, and his brother laughed then said, "You do not even want to fantasize about grabbing either of our asses. Lynch knows better, and now you do too."
I muttered, "You've got to be kidding, right? I mean, who would want to touch your fat asses?"
Yes, both brothers were overweight and not attractive, so nothing to be jealous about here. Later that day, Dennis, the nineteen-year-old, and I were at the snack bar waiting our turn to buy sodas and hot dogs when he said to me, "Look, you seem like an okay guy, so I'll make you the same offer I made Lynch. For twenty bucks, you can blow either my brother or me, whichever one you want, but you've got to swallow our cum." He grins, "You'd probably want to swallow it even if I wasn't making it a rule."
Frowning at him, I ask, "Has Ronny taken you up on your generous offer?" He nods, then goes, "Well, he wants to, yeah, but so far, we haven't had the opportunity. I was thinking that you'd blow me, and Lynch blows my little brother. Who knows, if we like it maybe for an additional fifty bucks, I'll fuck you up the ass."
Later that night, Saturday night, Ronny and I got hysterical, laughing about the brothers' offers. I wondered why Ronny hung out with those two. He said they were okay guys, decent friends before they knew he was gay. Now, though they're pricks about Ronny coming out, they still ask him to do things with them, and Ronny says, "Plus, it's convenient doing stuff with neighborhood guys who live two houses from mine and have their own car."
Every night, I drove my new, used car through Philly to pick up Ronny. Some nights, we'd hook up with Billy, and sometimes Pat would join us, too. He had two boyfriends, and he'd occasionally bring one or the other to Billy's. We hung out mostly in Billy's bedroom or back porch, and often, there would be some beer drinking involved, except for Ronny, who rarely drinks alcohol.
One night Pat got us surfing YouTube for music artists and their music that we'd never heard before, some of which sucked. It's very cool, though, to discover music that is shockingly good. We found a number of patriotic videos, mostly by country music artists, that were really good, plus some were emotional.
A favorite one was written by Toby Keith in response to the 9/11 terrorist attack. That happened before we were born, of course. Shortly after the attack, Toby traveled overseas to entertain the troops, and that's when this video was made. The song's title is 'Courtesy of The Red, White, and Blue (The Angry American).' When he sang the lyrics, 'We lit up Your World Like the Fourth of July,' the troops started cheering and high-fiving each other... it gave me chills.
A fun thing to do is watch people who aren't Americans react to patriotic videos. There are many channels where guys react to songs they've never heard. Anyway, another awesome patriotic video that became a favorite of ours was a video by Trace Adkins with the West Point Glee Club called: 'Til The Last Shots Fired.' It was a live performance at the Country Music Awards a few years ago. Powerful lyrics, including, 'twenty-one and scared to death, my heart pounding in my chest. I almost made the first sea wall; my friends turned and watched me fall. I can taste the mud as I lie there dying from a loss of blood...'
A real tear-jerker is Radney Foster's video, Angel Flight (radio tower remix). As I said, these patriotic songs are almost exclusively performed by country music singers we'd never heard of, but it's not country music per se. We did some tearing up thinking about the soldiers who were dying in the military at about our ages. We spent three hours listening to them one night. It gets addictive. We were ready to volunteer and join the Army by the end of the night.
So, yeah, Ronny and I hang out at Billy's a few times a week. He likes us, and sometimes he and Ronny get into a contest of who has the most unique trivia factoids. The one I remember of Billy's is that the number of Tyrannosaurus Rex roaming the Earth is 1.7 billion over the 2.5 million years of their existence. Humans and their ancestors have been walking the Earth for only 300,000 years by comparison, and human civilization is only about 6000 years old. The chances we'll be roaming the earth as long as T-Rex aren't encouraging.
Oh, and the trivia thing I recall of Ronny's is: Every continent on Earth except Antarctica has McDonald's restaurants.
Ronny and I saw a movie one night with the Day brothers. Dennis got me aside to say, "Listen, I like you, so I won't charge you the twenty bucks we agreed you'd pay me if I let you blow me. As a favor to you, you don't need to pay me anything. I'll let you suck me off for free, but you still need to swallow."
There was an eagerness in his voice when he said that, and he had a humbleness about him that I hadn't noticed before when he was nodding, encouraging me to say yes. He and his brother are my height, meaning a tad over five feet ten, so he looked directly into my eyes. I don't know, but there was something about his eyes. A pleading or vulnerability or something. I patted his shoulder and said seriously, "Thank you for that nice offer, Dennis, and I'd jump at the chance, except I'm in love with Ronny, and I want to stay faithful to him. I can't do it with you..."
I felt bad for Dennis. Not for long, though. When I said I couldn't do it, his eyes flashed with anger as he muttered, "Fuck you! I wasn't serious, you faggot. You thought I was serious?" Ah, what the hell? I still felt sorry for him and said, "I'm sorry I misunderstood, Dennis. There's no need to get nasty."
My last week at work seemed to drag on forever, but my last Friday finally arrived, and so did an underwhelming farewell from Fredrico. He had other things on his mind and wasn't around at five o'clock, so I left without saying goodbye. I must be overestimating how much I think certain people like me. I'm always surprised by how easily people feel they can get along without me—except for Ronny.
Going home on the train that last day of work, I was giddy at the thought of Ronny and me living together in a couple of days. Saturday, tomorrow, Billy's arranged to borrow a pickup truck from someone. I think he said it's Lee Walters' brothers' truck. With that, we'll be moving furniture into the apartment tomorrow, and maybe it will be Ronny's and my first night sleeping together.
That thought makes my dick quiver, and for the first time, it made me wonder about Ronny and me in bed together with Billy in the next room. Why didn't I think how awkward that was going to be? Why didn't Ronny think of it? Or Billy?
Fuck, why can't anything ever be absolutely perfect?
After dinner, I drove to Ronny's and lucked out, getting a parking spot on his block. At the front door, I knock and then let myself in. That's what Mrs. Lynch told me to do. Lately, she's been super friendly to me. She's accepted or is resigned to the fact that Ronny and I are sweethearts, boyfriends, and lovers, and Ronny's told her he and I are getting married after college. Now, she is basically inviting me into the family. That's what it feels like, anyhow.
A week ago, while I was waiting for Ronny to finish his shower, she told me that she expected Ronny to have girlfriends, eventually choosing one to marry, and Mrs. Lynch was kind of looking forward to a daughter-in-law. I nodded that I understood, and she hugged me. Then she said, "I've never seen Ronny as happy as he's been the past six or seven weeks, so I guess I'll settle for a sweet son-in-law like you, Richie," and she kissed my cheek!
And, yeah, I think Ronny's mom and dad actually think my name is Richie by now. It's close to my middle name, Richard. Anyway, I was deeply touched by how Mrs. Lynch has come around and endorsed Ronny's and my gayness and our love affair. She's very nice, but I have noticed something that's harmless and kind of, I don't know, kind of cute of her. It's that, in every way possible, she infers that Ronny is the male part of our relationship, and I'm the female part. For example, when she mentioned the daughter-in-law, she'd never have, but I'm an okay substitute. Maybe, for her, it's a way to soften the blow of Ronny being gay to think of him as the male figure between us two gay guys.
Anyway, today, I heard Ronny's voice in the kitchen, so I walked through the living room to the kitchen. Ronny had a big smile as he said, "And, right on time, here he is! Hi, Richie!" He hugs me quickly and then says, "I want you to let Mom get a good look at your haircut."
What? I say, "Oh, I know I need a haircut, Ronny! Don't embarrass me." Mrs. Lynch says, "That's okay, Richie, you look fine. Ron told me he's getting a haircut like yours, and I don't think it's a good idea because his cousin is getting married in two weeks."
Ronny says to me, "Remember I told you I'm an usher in the wedding? Well, Mom thinks I'll ruin the wedding pictures with a hot haircut like yours."
She hugs me, saying, "Richie, there's nothing wrong with that haircut on you. You look wonderful in this haircut, and you're so good-looking to start with!" She shakes her head and looks at Ronny, "Do what you want, Ron. It's not as big a deal as it's turning into. Um, all I'm suggesting is you wait till after the wedding. People expect you to look like you always look."
He shrugs, "Okay, for Christ's sake, I'll wait until after the wedding. Gawd!"
Walking outside, I mutter, "That was awkward, and speaking of awkward, who am I sitting with at the wedding? I won't know anybody there. Do I have to go, Ronny?" Getting in the car, he says, "Yes, you have to go. It's a golden opportunity for the rest of my family to meet you. Anyway, I want to show you off. You're prettier than Jackie's bride."
I mutter, "Oh, brother!" Then a whine, "Well, who will I be sitting with?"
As I pull into the traffic, he says, "I don't know. The bride assigns seats for everyone, I think. Oh, I know what I wanted to ask you. Will you teach me to dance? You said you're a good dancer."
"Sure, it'll be fun teaching you to dance, but, ah, I just remembered what I wanted to ask you. When we're in the apartment, do you think it'll be awkward for you and me to make love, um, fucking with Billy in the next room?"
He squints and frowns, then adjusts his glasses and says, "Goddamn, I didn't think of that, but yeah, I guess it will be awkward. Dammit, why can something be perfect for once? There's always something!"
We're not going to see Billy's tonight. My Mom and Dad are out to dinner celebrating their twentieth wedding anniversary, so Ronny and I will hang out at my house. My house for one last time, perhaps. If we get the apartment set up tomorrow, we'll sleep there tomorrow night. It was such an exciting thing to think about, but now we have this concern about Billy in the next room while Ronny and I are sucking and fucking, um, messing around making love.
Speaking of making love, the past week or so, Ronny and I haven't been fucking as much as we used to. Oh, we fuck good every night, but not three or four times a night as we were doing. We're comfortably used to each other and do as much touching as we used to, but less frenzied fucking. After saying that, as soon as we're in my bedroom, we begin undressing. There is no discussion about it; we automatically start getting undressed. I'm like, "Well, should we talk to Billy and see what he thinks about it?"
Holding his shirt, Ronny shrugs his slim, bare shoulders and says, "Let's you and me not worry about it tonight. We'll be with Billy first thing in the morning, and we'll ask him what he thinks. We'll talk it out, but should I ride my motorbike to Billy's in the morning, or will you pick me up?"
Stepping out of my underpants, I fiddle with my dick a little, saying, "I'll come get you if you want." We're both naked now. Ronny grins as he reaches over to cup my cock and balls, then squeeze as he snickers, asking, "Who do these belong to?" Then another squeeze, and I'm like, "Ahh, ahh! You, Ronny. They belong to you."
He lets go and hugs me as my arms go around him. We hug and sway for a bit. Ronny kisses me, murmuring, "I get dizzy with you in my arms, Richie. I love you so much," and we kiss some more as our dicks get hard next to one another, one of them almost two inches longer than the other.
It's a five or six-minute make-out, our arms around one another the entire time. We're seriously into touching and hugging one another. We fit together so well, and the feel of him in my arms gives me a contented, safe sense of being exactly where I belong. It's a dreamy, wonderful feeling like no other... like nothing I've ever experienced before. When he enters me, we both moan contentedly, Ronny murmuring, "You okay, baby?"
I know there is perfection in the Universe, at least one perfect thing and it's Ronny's and my love.
THE END
I'm stopping here because Gary has outgrown the need to be invited before interacting with others. He's moving forward with his life, sharing an apartment with two boys he loves, and going to college! Their college days could be another story.