Finding Darin

[drdivo]

Good Stuff!

 

[fjp999]

Great work Scott.

I only found this story and am only on part 7 so lots of great writing to catch up on...

Seems there are a few fiction writers on JUB and just wondered if anyone has been published or thinking of publishing.

I ask because I am working with a writer friend who wants desperately to publish. Where does one turn to look for info on publishing?

any info appreciated,
keep up the great work,
frank

 

[kcm17480]

Um um um um um. I can't wait to read the upcoming festivities. Sounds like fun. Wish I could be there.

 

[momoda6]

Wow. I think I want pictures too.

This is a great story, I check every day or two to see if you've updated.

 

[RacerBear]

Hey guys,
Sorry about the delay. I'm still recovering from Christmas week and I had to work out a couple of problems with the next chapter. It's not exactly what I was hoping for but I finally decided to post it anyway. I hope you like it.

Hopefully, I can get the next one posted on Saturday.

Enjoy,
Scott

 

[RacerBear]

FINDING DARIN
PART 24​

Janet was already at the house, supervising the movers when Darin arrived. Cautiously, he opened the door. She was standing in the kitchen, wrapping bubble wrap around some drinking glasses. When she saw him, she rushed to greet him. "I was wondering if you’d show up today," she said, happily. "How’s Uncle Spencer?"

"He’s doing really well," Darin replied as she hugged him. With some reservation, he put his arms around her as well. "I just wanted to see what, if anything, you were leaving behind," he added when she stepped back.

"I made a list of what I’m taking," she chattered, picking it up from the counter and holding it for him to see. "I assumed you’d want the big screen and the curios from the family room. I think you said, the bar stays?"

"That’s right. Yeah, the big tee vee will look good in our new family room," he stated, surveying the kitchen. "Have you run across that old Saint Bernard cookie jar?"

"I put it over there with some other things I thought you might want," she replied, pointing to a box next to the sink. "I found those funny little dishes you liked so much too."

"Oh, cool!" he giggled, looking through the box. "I forgot all about those." He held one, shaped like a small loaf of bread, up to look at it and placed it gently inside the box. "I don’t know if Brady will want them but I think they’re cute."

"So, did you bring your boyfriend with you?" she asked, looking toward the back door.

"No, he had to work," Darin muttered, opening one of the cupboard doors. "Why do you ask?"

"I’d like to meet him sometime," she replied, returning to her wrapping. "I hear he’s a real sweetheart."

He leaned against the front of the sink. "Who told you that?"

"You remember Nick, my hairdresser?"

"Oh, yeah. How does he know Brady?"

"He used to do volunteer work at the shelter and he said they went out a couple of times."

"I see," he said, smiling. Shaking his head, he added, "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"Who are you and what have you done with Janet?" He studied her face. She wore very little makeup and her hair was pulled back, tied into a ponytail.

"Oh, stop." She swatted his arm.

"No, really," he insisted, "I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this happy. It’s kinda strange."

"Well, I have your friend…uh…Rodney to thank for that."

"Rodney? What did he do?"

"Well, you knew I had to write him a letter of apology, didn’t you?" She didn’t wait for him to answer. "Anyway, I asked the prosecutor if I could go and see him, so I could apologize in person. He told me he would check to see if Rodney was open to the idea and he was. I also had to have a police officer present so that really cute Officer Bailey went with me."

"I see, go on."

"Well, I expected him to be all angry and bitter and not want to talk," she said, a touch of sadness in her voice. "But, you know what? He wasn’t. I had a really nice visit with him and he answered so many questions that I had. He helped me realize that it’s wrong to hate someone for what’s in their heart."

"I could have told you that."

"But I never would have listened. Before I left, he did something that I never expected."

"What’s that?"

"He actually forgave me! I never expected that." She paused to wipe a tear from the corner of her eye. "Plus, he helped me see that I wasn’t the only one who’s been hurt by all the bickering and fighting. I’m so sorry for the way I treated you all those years. I mean that."

"I want to believe you but…"

"I know, it’s hard to really trust me. That’s okay, I don’t expect you to."

"I want to," he repeated.

"I don’t expect us to ever be as close as we were when we first met but, can’t we at least be friends?"

"I’m willing to try if you are. By the way, how’s you mom doing?"

"Oh," she began, shaking her head, "She’s…well…you know Lillian. She’s so pissed about being ordered into rehab."

"I heard that was your idea?"

"But don’t you dare tell her that," she said. "I figured she’d never agree to it any other way. I talked to the prosecutor and the judge and they agreed to make it a condition of her probation. As far as she knows, it came from them."

"I’m sure I won’t ever have any reason to speak to her."

"She started her thirty days yesterday. I don’t know what pissed her off more, the rehab thing or not being able to get her hair done twice a week."

"I can’t imagine her ever agreeing to stop drinking."

"She’s a completely different person when she’s not drinking. Unfortunately, that person hasn’t been around for a long time. I just wish I’d have done something for her sooner."

"Well, maybe some good can come of all this."

A stocky man, around forty, wearing a pair of gray coveralls stepped into the kitchen. "Speaking of something good," Janet began, blushing, "I’d like you to meet Rick. Rick, this is my soon to be ex-husband, Darin."

Darin offered his hand as Rick did the same. The grip was firm. "Pleased to meet you," Rick said, "Janet’s told me a lot about you."

"I hope, at least, some of it was good," Darin laughed.

"Damn near all of it," Rick replied. He was only slightly taller than Janet and, in his coveralls, he reminded Darin of one of those ‘oompa loompas’ from the Willy Wonka movie. He had almost no neck and what little hair he did have was all gray. Studying his face, Darin could see that, at one time, he was probably very handsome. His smile was warm and genuine, however and immediately put Darin at ease.

"So, are you two…dating?" he asked, pointing from one to the other with his index finger.

"I’d like to think so," Rick snorted putting a beefy arm around her back. "She called me to ask about how to go about getting her realtor’s license and…"

"Hey, I can’t expect you to support me for the rest of my life now, can I?" she said. "I had to buy my mom’s house so she could pay…"

"If I can help with that," Darin interrupted, "Just let me know."

"No, that’s my mother’s mess. She made it; she has to clean it up. I’m just glad I had the money from this place to buy hers. Thank you for that, by the way."

"No problem. You were entitled to it."

"Not really. According to my attorney, if you had fought me, you could have kept all of it. Your Grandfather’s will was pretty solid."

"Maybe," he said, "But it was the right thing to do. You’re welcome."

"Well, Hon, I better get back to work," Rick said, kissing her on the cheek. "We’re almost finished. It was nice meeting you," he said to Darin as he exited the room.

"Yeah, same here," Darin replied, smiling. "You’re actually glowing," he said to Janet after Rick left.

"What can I say. He makes me tingle."

"Well, good for you. I’m glad you found somebody. He seems like a really good man."

"He is. What about you, does Brady make you tingle?"

"Like you could never imagine."

"I don’t know about that. I think I can."

****​

When he arrived back at his office, he found Jake chatting on the phone. "Honey, I’m home," he joked.

"Very funny," Jake said waving his hand. "No, I’m still here," he said into the phone. "Well, I wondered why you wanted to leave so soon." He closed his eyes and drew in a sharp breath. "No, really, I’m not upset."

Darin studied his assistant, wondering what was going on. "What’s up?" he asked when Jake finally hung up the phone.

Jake stared at his desk for several minutes before he replied, "Well, it appears that about ten years ago, David and Tony had a short but very passionate affair."

"Is that why he was in such a hurry to leave Saturday night?" Darin asked, removing two cans of soda from the small refrigerator and offering one to Jake.

Shaking his head, Jake replied, "Yeah, he wasn’t sure if Tony recognized him. He’s put on a few pounds since then."

Darin put the extra can back and offered, "Tony never said anything to me about it but, then he’s not the type to talk about it if he’s not sure the other person is okay with it."

"He’s been really quiet and withdrawn since we got home Saturday night and I finally confronted him this morning. He told me about it and we had a bit of an argument. I told him it was okay but he feels guilty about it."

"Why should he feel guilty?" Darin quizzed, popping the top on the can.

"He’s afraid I’ll be jealous because Tony was his first great love," Jake finally admitted.

Darin took a sip of soda and swallowed. "Oh, that must have hurt," he sympathized.

"Yeah, a little."

"Tony told me about a guy who was the brother of a girl he was dating. He said he was visiting from Atlanta…" He paused when he finally made the connection.

"Bingo!"

"I never even thought about David. Besides, Tony didn’t go into details except to say that he enjoyed it very much and he hated to see it come to an end."

"Well, David is worried about Tony still having feelings for him."

"I don’t think that’s the case. Tony’s crazy about Tim."

"I think it’s more a case of David being worried that Tony won’t have any feelings for him."

"You mean he still has feelings for Tony?"

"Yeah, big time. He said Tony’s pretty well endowed and he’d give anything for a chance to be with him again."

"How do you feel about that?"

"Well, it doesn’t make me feel all warm and tingly."

"No, I don’t suppose it does."

"But, I can’t very well stop him if he’s determined to be with Tony again. He’s a grown man and, besides, turnabout is fair play."

"I’m not following."

"I kinda had what you might call…a little…indiscretion a while back and he knows about it. But, I’ve been totally monogamous since then."

"So, you feel like he should have an opportunity to ‘return the favor’, so to speak."

"Something like that."

"Well, I know Tony likes to play."

"David and I brought a guy home from the bar one night and it was a lot of fun but, he was more into me than he was David. We decided we wouldn’t do anything like that after that one time."

"Is that who you had your ‘indiscretion’ with?" Darin asked, taking another sip of his soda.

"Yeah, he was a really nice guy but I knew it was a mistake as soon as I agreed to meet him. David was going through one of his ‘poor me’ phases and I needed to get out of the house for a while. I met the guy at a hotel and he fucked me raw. When I got back home, I told David everything and he was, actually, pretty cool about it. That night we had some of the best make up sex we ever had. That was the first time I ever topped him."

"So, you guys are both versatile?"

"Yeah, I’m a versatile bottom and he’s a versatile top."

"I know what that means now," Darin said, smiling.

"You been studying?"

"No, Brady explained it to me."

"How do you think he’d feel about something like this. No, wait, I think I remember."

"He’d probably be okay with it now, but, you’re right. He did have a problem with it before."

"So, you guys have worked out your feelings for Rodney?" Jake asked.

"There really wasn’t much to work out." Darin paused as he studied the can he held in his hand. He quickly swallowed the last of the soda and continued, "I realized that my feelings for him are far stronger than the ones I had for Rodney. Don’t get me wrong, I love Rodney to pieces but, he’s not the one I want to spend my life with."

****​

It had been a quiet morning at the shelter. Brady was finishing up another adoption when the phone rang. "Paws and Claws," he said, picking up the receiver.

"Hey there, Handsome," Darin said.

Turning away from the couple, who was sitting across from him, he said quietly, "Can I call you right back?"

Darin chuckled. "Are you in the middle of something?"

"Uh-huh, about ten minutes," Brady answered. "Are you still at work?"

"I’m just heading out," Darin advised, "Call my cel."

"Okay, talk to you in a few," Brady replied before hanging up the phone and returning to the adoption process. The couple, Brian and Jenny, was adopting a beautiful long haired black cat that the staff had named, Taboo. "I’m so glad he’s finally made a connection with someone," Brady said as Brian snuggled the cat. Taboo purred loudly, enjoying the attention from his new owners.

Scratching the cat’s ears, Jenny said, "I guess he was just waiting for us to come in and take him home."

"I suppose," Brady agreed. "I just know that a lot of people looked at him and he acted like he didn’t want to be bothered. He’s such a friendly cat. We’ll miss him around here," he added, sorting the stack of papers and verifying that each copy had the necessary signatures. "Here’s his neuter certificate," he said, placing it on top of the stack that would go with the couple.

"Is there anything special he prefers to eat?" Brian inquired while the cat rolled onto his back so the man could scratch his belly.

"He likes a small amount of canned food once a day," Brady replied. "Other than that, he doesn’t have any specific dietary needs."

While Brady removed some coupons from the desk drawer, Jenny pulled an envelope from her purse and laid it on the desk. "I hope you don’t mind," she said, "We were going to go to the county shelter and they charge a bit more than you do."

"Yes, that’s true," Brady said.

"Well, we had put that much back so, we decided to just give you the difference as a donation. Is that okay?"

"Oh, absolutely," he replied, removing the eighty dollars from the envelope. "We can always use any extra."

"Is it true that you’re closing?" Brian asked while the cat continued to squirm in his lap, batting his tie.

Brady smiled. "Yes, my partner and I are opening a shelter and moving this operation to another location in three weeks," he replied. Opening another drawer and removing a sheet of paper, he added, "Here’s some information about our new location. I hope you’ll come to our open house."

"We’d love to," Jenny said, taking the flyer and rising to leave.

The couple was moving toward the exit when Darin parked his car in the parking lot. "Oh, here’s my partner now," Brady said as they stood in the doorway.

"That’s your partner?" Jenny asked.

Brady smiled broadly. "Yes, he is."

Turning to her husband, she pulled the cat free of his grasp and all but tossed him to Brady. "We’ve changed our mind," she said flatly. Snatching the four twenties from his hand and tossing the paperwork onto the floor, they were out the door before he could react.

As Darin approached, he recognized the young couple. "Hey, Brian, Jenny," he said with a friendly smile.

"Fuck you, asshole!" Jenny shouted before her husband could respond. Without any additional comment, they climbed into their Toyota and sped away, leaving Darin standing in the driveway.

Looking toward the front door, he noticed Brady’s shocked expression as he stood there, holding the confused feline. Quickly, he approached the building and opened the door. "Are you okay?" he asked when he noticed a large scratch on the side of Brady’s face. "Did the cat get you?"

Brady put his hand to his left cheek and felt the blood that was trickling from his wound. "Yeah, I guess so," he said softly, his face becoming pale. "What was that all about?" he asked as Darin guided him to a chair beside the door.

Darin took his handkerchief and pushed the lever on the drinking fountain to wet it. He carefully dabbed at the deep scratch on Brady’s cheek as the cat purred and gently pushed his head against Brady’s chin. "I know you’re sorry, Buddy," he said to the frightened animal, scratching his ears. Taboo meowed softly and placed his paw on Darin’s chin as a means to tell him that he understood. A broad smile spread across Darin’s face. "That was Jan’s cousin," he told Brady.

"Man, she went from an angel to a bitch in about three seconds," Brady told him. "I couldn’t believe the way she turned on me."

"I know," Darin soothed. "She and Jan were really close and the four of us spent a lot of time together. One day, her husband came to me and told me that he was having an affair. He asked me what he should do and I told him he should do whatever would make him happy."

"That would be my answer too, I guess," Brady said holding the wet cloth against his face.

Darin nodded. "I told him that he needed to decide if he wanted to stay married or move on. I agreed not to say anything to her. Then, a couple weeks later, she came to me and told me she thought he was having an affair and asked me if I knew anything."

"Ooh, I bet that put you in a bad spot."

"It did. I really liked her husband and I didn’t want to do anything to cause him any more trouble so I said I didn’t know anything. When she found out that I knew about it, she was really pissed."

"How’d she find out?"

"He told her after they had gone to a counselor. In fact, he told her everything, including some things I didn’t know about."

"Like what?" Brady inquired.

"Like the fact that he was in love with me and that, despite the fact that he loved her, he wanted a divorce."

"He told her he was in love with you? Brian?"

"He sure did," Darin said, nodding. "No, Brian’s her second husband."

"Still, I can’t imagine him married to her. He’s such a sweetheart."

"So was Dennis. I had no idea he was seeing another man. In fact, the first time I heard anything about that was when she launched her verbal assault a couple weeks later."

"Did you confront him with any of this?"

"Yeah, I did. He told me he said it to protect the other guy. She blamed me for breaking up their marriage. Then, when she heard Jan and I were getting divorced and that I was gay, she thought there really was something between Dennis and me."

"She sounds like a real psycho," Brady said sadly, snuggling the cat.

Taboo reached toward Darin and hooked his claw in the front of his white shirt. Pulling himself closer, the cat rubbed his face against Darin’s chin. "I know," Darin cooed, "She’s a mean lady."

"Are you thinking what I’m thinking?" Brady asked hopefully.

"I am if you’re thinking this little guy needs to stay with us," Darin answered, pulling them closer and gently kissing Brady’s cheek.

TO BE CONTINUED​

 

[Paulo68]

I'm still hooked.
I like the way the story is unfolding.
Looking forward to more.
Cheers

 

[kcm17480]

I thought that was a nice touch with Janet turning out to be apologetic. Nice chapter.

Thanks, Ken

 

[harry113]

Thanks Scott, great chapter.
It seems that everything is falling into place very nicely.
BTW The sex (Porno) scene worked in very well.
More please
Harry

 

[RacerBear]

FINDING DARIN
PART 25​

It was just after seven when the alarm woke them that Saturday morning. Brady pressed the snooze and snuggled his face against Darin’s bare back for nine more minutes of sleep. "We really better get up," Darin warned.

Wrapping his arms around Darin and rubbing his furry chest, Brady protested, "Just let me sleep a few more minutes."

Darin kissed Brady’s arm before drifting back to sleep. "Okay," he mumbled.

After Brady pushed the snooze for the fourth time, Darin sat up in the bed and rubbed his sleepy eyes. He patted Brady’s butt and urged him to wake up. "Why did we agree to start at this ungodly hour?" Brady whined. "I feel like I just went to bed."

"That’s because we only went to bed four hours ago," Darin chuckled. "Now, come on, get up." He stumbled to the window and raised the blind, filling the room with bright sunlight.

"Ack! Bright lights, bright lights," Brady squealed, imitating the furry critter from the movie Gremlins and covering his eyes with the sheet.

"Steve and Luke are here with the truck," Darin announced when he looked out the window.

"Oh, damn," Brady cursed. "I guess this means I don’t have time to take a shower, huh?"

"I figured we’d take one at the house when we finish unloading the truck," Darin advised him. Besides, I wanna try out the new one anyway."

Brady sat up in the bed and smiled. "Ooh, maybe we can get the guys to join us and break it in right," he said, tossing the sheet aside and swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. Darin grabbed his hands and pulled him to his feet. "Okay, I’m up," he said.

Squeezing Brady’s crotch through his jockey shorts, Darin joked, "Yeah, and I see you’re out of bed too." He kissed him softly and, then smacked his butt to get him moving.

"Hey, I’m not the only one that got wood thinking about a shower with those two," Brady argued, reaching inside the waistband of Darin’s briefs and giving his thick manhood a tug.

The others had each carried two loads of boxes to the truck when Brady and Darin stepped onto the front porch. "It’s ‘bout time y’all dragged yor sorry asses down here," Tony hollered, grabbing up another stack of boxes and heading back toward the truck.

"What time did you guys finally get to bed?" Steve asked, handing each of them a styrofoam cup of coffee and pointing to a box of donuts. "Grab a donut and we’ll get started on the stuff inside."

"We finally got that damn bed frame together around one," Darin grumbled, sipping his coffee.

They each grabbed a jelly donut and stuffed it into their mouths while they headed inside to show Steve what had to go. When they entered Brady’s bedroom, the mattress and two foundation pieces were already leaning against the wall. "Those are going and I’m taking the drawer units for the small bedroom," Brady advised, "But the rest of it, the framing and headboard, can just go out by the curb."

"No way!" Steve said. "You don’t want to keep this headboard?"

Brady shook his head. "No," he replied, "It used to be a water bed and I don’t have any use for it now. We got a brand new bed."

Rubbing his hands across the top of the bookcase headboard, Steve said, "This is too good to throw away. I can re-purpose it for you if you don’t mind."

Nodding, Darin agreed. "I know better than to argue with you," he laughed.

Steve turned to Luke and Tim and directed them to take the headboard and frame pieces to the truck. "Take all this lumber too," he added as Darin and Tony began wrestling the king size mattress down the stairway.

Brady removed the drawers from his chest of drawers and stacked them by the door. Tim returned with a large wardrobe box and started taking Brady’s hanging clothes from the closet and putting them inside. While Steve carried one of the nightstands out to the truck, Tim turned to Brady and smiled. "Damn, I’m gonna miss having you here," he said.

Brady set another drawer on the stack and replied, "I know, I thought you and me were gonna live together forever."

"It’s weird, ain’t it?" Tim said, putting his hands on Brady’s waist. "I never thought I’d ever find somebody to love me the way Tony does."

"I know, me too," Brady replied. "We really hit the jackpot, didn’t we?"

Tim kissed him on the cheek. "I’m so happy for you, Bray. I mean that."

Brady placed his hands on Tim’s chest. "Damn, bro. You act like I’m going away for good. I’m just moving to another house."

"I know," Tim giggled, still holding onto Brady’s waist.

Entering the room, Tony bellowed, "Aw, gees. Y’all ain’t getting’ all sissy on me are ya?"

They all laughed. "No, I was just tellin’ Bray how much I’m gonna miss him," Tim said, sticking out his tongue.

Tony stuck his tongue out at Tim and asked Brady, "Y’all wanna put’cher tee vee in the ‘Splorer?"

Brady nodded. "Yeah, that and the vcr and dvd player. Did you already load my model cars?"

"Nah, I think ‘ey’s in the livin’ room. Ya’ant ‘em in ‘ere too?" Tony asked, grabbing the thirty-two inch television and heading for the doorway.

"I think I’d feel better if they were. I know they’re packed well but…"

"Got it," Tony hollered from the hall.

"If I didn’t know better, I’d think he wants to get rid of me," Brady joked as Tim continued to load clothes into the wardrobe.

"It’s not you, it’s me," Tim replied. "We had an argument this morning."

"Anything you want to talk about?" Brady asked as he removed the drawers from his dresser and stacked them next to the others.

"Is this one ready to go?" Steve asked as he and Darin returned and prepared to carry the chest of drawers away.

"Yup," Brady answered. "I need a screwdriver to take this mirror off," he added.

"I’ll get it," Luke offered, hoisting two of the drawers and disappearing through the door.

When the others had gone, Tim shook his head and said, "It was nothing, really. He just told me that Darin’s friend David, the one with the crutches, has the hots for him."

"What’s so bad about that?" Brady asked, confused.

"He said David wants to hook up with him again," Tim replied, sadly. "I guess they had a thing about ten years ago when Tony was dating David’s sister."

"What would be so different from you guys hooking up with me and Darin?"

"What’s different is that I don’t have to worry about you tryin’ to take him away from me." Tim was fighting tears. "David told Tony he thought he was his one true love."

"How does Tony feel about that?"

"He’s all confused. He says he loves me but he’s always felt bad that he and David never got the chance to find out what could have been. I don’t want to tell him no and have him resent me but, if I say yes, I might lose him."

They both froze and turned toward the door when they heard a cough from the hallway. "Can I come in now?" Tony called out.

After a few moments, Tim answered, "Okay."

Tony slowly entered the room and approached Tim. "Could y’all ‘scuse us for a minute?" he asked Brady.

****​

When they arrived at the farm, the garage was loaded with furniture and boxes already. They decided to unload everything from the truck and take it directly to where it would go. When Darin unlocked the back door, the smell of new carpet greeted him. While Steve and Tony carried the mattress and foundations to the master bedroom, Darin and Brady carried the drawers from the dresser and chest to the second bedroom. Tim wrestled one of the wardrobe boxes up the stairs and into the kitchen while Luke began unloading Brady’s Explorer.

"Hey, did you see your new bathroom yet?" Steve asked when the bed was finally put together.

Darin shook his head. "No, you said to wait," he replied.

"Damn, and you listened to me?" Steve laughed. "That’s a first."

"I always do what I’m told," Darin protested. "Besides, we were so busy putting that friggin’ bed together, I totally forgot about it."

"You wanna see it?" Steve offered.

"Sure."

Steve ushered Darin and Brady down to the family room and through the narrow hallway. What was once an open laundry area had been partitioned off so that the hallway extended all the way across the back half of the lower level. Standing beside the doorway, Steve opened it slowly. "Ta-da," he said, a huge smile crossing his rugged face. "I’m pretty proud of this," he added.

Inside the main door was another partition, dividing the area in half, with a doorway to the right. To the left was the laundry area with spaces for two washers and dryers and a large utility sink along the back side. A counter for folding and cabinets took up the area along the inside wall. He quickly pointed out some of the other features, which included an ironing board that was mounted on the wall that divided the room.

"Now for the best part," he stated, pushing open the other door. "Check this out."

"Oh, wow!" Darin exclaimed as he rounded the corner into the main area. "Where did you get the lockers?"

"I found them at a school auction," Steve replied pointing to the two sections of six lockers mounted along the inside wall. There were two urinals and a toilet mounted along the center wall, a wooden partition separating the toilet. "I got those at the same auction," he added, indicating the urinals. He quickly pointed out the four inch hole that was cut into the partition, next to the urinal on the right. "I used myself as a guide for the height," he laughed. "It lines up perfectly so you can sit on the toilet and see both urinals."

"This is awesome!" Brady giggled. Then, noticing the large block shower that took up about a third of the room, he added, "Oh, cool! We can get a whole football team in here!"

Steve pointed out the features of the new shower. "You have three shower heads that all run off separate controls," he said, pointing to each one. "And I have two benches, made out of treated redwood, to go on either side of the doorway but they’re not quite finished yet," he added. "Plus, I have another bench for in front of the lockers."

"That’s awesome," Darin repeated.

"And, if you have company that might not understand," Steve said sliding two pieces of paneling from beside the lockers, "These can be mounted on either side of that partition to cover up the glory hole."

"That’s so cool," Darin chuckled. "You certainly thought of everything. "I can’t wait to try out that shower," he added nudging Steve with his elbow.

"I hope you don’t mind but Luke and I already did," Steve replied, blushing. "It was so-o-o hot. Which reminds me, I ordered you a larger water heater."

Darin smiled. "What did you do, run out all the hot water?" he asked, surprised.

"It didn’t take long," Steve answered. "We barely got started when we ran out."

"Hey, are you guys down there?" Adam called from the top of the back stairs.

"Hey, Adam, come check out our new locker room," Brady hollered back as Adam bounded down the stairs.

Looking into the room, Adam said, "Sweet."

"What brings you by?" Darin asked Adam.

"I had the day off and I thought you guys could use some help," Adam replied. "Besides, Rodney has physical therapy most of the day."

"Are you guys okay?" Darin asked.

Adam smiled nervously. "He’s getting a little grumpy from not being able to do for himself."

"Yeah, he was in a mood the other day when I was there too," Darin added. "I think they’re cutting back on his pain meds and he’s starting to get sexually frustrated along with just being frustrated."

"I know. Jamie, his one therapist, told me he popped wood when he was working with him the other day. He said Rodney was so embarrassed." Adam laughed. "I offered to help him out with it but he said he wants to wait till he gets home."

Darin shook his head. "When’s that gonna be?"

"The doctor said he may let him come home next week," Adam added, "If he can get around on his crutches okay."

"Well, we better get his room ready for him then," Brady advised.

"I think he wants to stay in the trailer," Adam replied. "He doesn’t want to intrude."

"I’d feel better if he was in the cottage, at least for a while. That way we can get to him if he needs help," Darin stated.

"I know, I’ll try and talk to him," Adam agreed.

Tony and Tim appeared from the other end of the hallway. "Dude, me ‘n Timmy’s gonna split for a while. We got all o’ tha heavy stuff offa tha truck." Tim’s eyes showed evidence that he had been crying.

Darin wrapped his arm around Tony’s waist and pulled him close. Looking up at him, he asked, "You guys gonna talk some more?"

Tony nodded. "We’s gonna get sum lunch ‘n try ‘n figger out this David thang. Sorry to bale on ya."

Darin patted Tony’s back. "No problem, Brother. You do what you have to do."

"Y’all gonna try ‘n git some o’ yer stuff outa tha g’rage?" Tony asked wrapping his arm around Tim and pulling him into a tight hug.

"Yeah," Darin answered. He walked with Tony and Tim to the front before giving each a hug and sending them on their way. "We’re gonna stay here tonight," he added as they disappeared up the front steps.

"Is everything okay?" Adam asked when Darin returned.

Darin let out a long sigh. "Yeah, they’ll be fine. Just have to sort out some things." Turning to Steve, he said, "Well, that stuff isn’t gonna unpack itself." Tossing Adam his car keys he told him, "There’s some bags in the trunk of my car, could you bring them up to our bedroom?"

"Sure," Adam responded.

"What did you do?" Brady asked, laughing.

"Just don’t worry about it," Darin warned, a sly smile spreading over his face.

Brady was sorting through one of the drawers from his dresser and dropping several pairs of stretched out socks and well-worn underwear into a box when Adam returned carrying several large shopping bags. Adam tossed ones containing a blue and white, wedding ring style, quilt and powder blue sheets onto the bed. He set others on the floor beside the bed. "I have to go back for the pillows," he said.

"Oh wow! Honey, you got them!" Brady squealed. "I thought you didn’t like this one."

"I only said that to throw you off, Babe," Darin said as Brady kissed him. "I’d already bought these to surprise you."

****​

It was nearly four when Tony and Tim returned. Both had big smiles when they entered the kitchen where Brady was busy loading dishes into the dishwasher while Adam and Luke cut strips of shelf paper for the cupboards. "Hey, guys," he said as Tony opened the refrigerator and slid a twelve pack of Budweiser inside along with a case of Pepsi.

Closing the door, Tony offered, "Jus’ ‘n case we git thirsty later."

Tim set three bags of groceries onto the kitchen table. He removed several packages of steaks and handed them to Tony, who laid them in the fridge, along with three large containers of various salads. "We got stuff for dinner tonight," he said to Brady while setting various cans and bottles onto the table, "I hope you don’t mind."

"Hey, it’s free food," Brady teased. "Why would I mind?" To Adam and Luke, he said, "You guys are staying for dinner, aren’t you?" He opened the doors to a large pantry cupboard and began putting the items from the bags inside.

They both nodded.

Looking around the room, Tony asked, "Where’s Darin and Steve?"

"They’re checking the pool to see if it’s ready to use," Adam answered.

"It should be," Luke stated, "It’s been set up for four days."

Tony laughed. "Duz’at mean we’s goin’ skinny dippin’ later?"

Brady turned and looked at Adam, who was blushing and holding his breath. "I think we better save that for another time," he said, nodding. Adam sighed softly.

****​

A stack of swimsuits lay on the counter in the laundry room. Darin had brought them, along with most of the pool accessories from the other house. The others had already dressed and were splashing in the water when Brady and Adam retrieved their suits and stepped into the locker room to change. Sensing Adam’s embarrassment, Brady placed his hand on the smaller man’s shoulder and said, "Do you want me to change in the other room?"

Adam shook his head. "I’ve never been self conscious before," he confessed. "I don’t know why I’m having such a hard time now." He slowly pulled his sweatshirt over his head and tossed it into one of the lockers, kicking off his shoes at the same time. "Maybe it’s because I know my co-workers aren’t gonna look at me the way other gay guys would," he added.

Brady noticed the small seahorse tattoo on Adam’s shoulder. "That’s neat," he offered.

Turning toward Brady, he afforded the taller man with a good view of his muscular chest and abdomen. Slapping his hands against his fuzzy stomach, he said, proudly, "Now, this is what you call a six pack."

Brady reached out and gently touched the muscles, marveling at how firm they felt. "Very nice," he murmured.

"I used to shave my chest but I got tired of it," Adam admitted shyly. "Seemed like every time, it just grew in faster." Then, taking a deep breath, he pushed his jeans and underwear to the floor and stood there, waiting anxiously as Brady did the same.

Reaching out to balance himself on the wall, Brady smiled when he realized that Adam was checking him out as well. As Brady studied the smaller man, he found nothing that he felt would turn him off. In addition to the soft dark hair that covered his chest and abdomen, Adam had a nicely shaped pubic bush and plenty of hair on his legs. When he bent over to set his shoes and pants in the locker, Brady caught sight of his furry butt as well, the hair forming a neat line as it folded into the crack. When he turned around, Brady made a point to check out his manhood more closely. It was cut, just as he had suspected but, although it was indeed small, it was very nicely shaped. Adam smiled and blushed as he realized he was getting an erection. Brady watched as it slowly grew to full attention, standing out from the closely trimmed bush about four and a half inches. After several moments, he swallowed and said to Adam, "You have no reason to be ashamed."

"But, it’s only three inches soft," Adam complained. "If I don’t keep my pubes trimmed, ya can’t see it at all."

Smiling again, Brady replied, "Yeah, well mine is only about four and a half."

"But Rodney’s is at least twice as big as mine," Adam said, looking at the floor as Brady’s penis continued to grow in length and girth. "Damn, does that thing ever quit growing?" he laughed.

"Yeah," Brady chuckled as the head of his penis peeked out from behind the foreskin. "I’m about seven completely hard."

Adam swallowed hard, reaching for the swim trunks he had picked out. Holding them in his hand, he pointed to his manhood. "So, what do you think?" he asked.

"Honestly?" Brady pressed.

Adam nodded. "Honestly."

A big smile spreading across his face, Brady stated, "We can’t all be porn stars but, hell yeah, I’d let ya fuck me." Then, he reached out and gently wrapped his fingers around the shaft and gave it a squeeze, rubbing his thumb and spreading the small amount of pre-cum over the head.

An equally broad smile appeared on Adams face as a single tear slid across his cheek. "I just hope Rodney feels the same way," he said softly, pulling up his trunks while Brady slid his on as well. Each grabbed a towel and headed up the stairs to join the others.

Before stepping out onto the patio, Brady leaned over and whispered into Adam’s ear. "I won’t say anything if you don’t want me to."

Adam smiled. "It’s cool. Just for the record, Rodney told me Darin was uncut but I didn’t know you were too. I like that a lot," he added, quickly kissing Brady’s cheek.

Brady winked. "Maybe the four of us can play sometime," he said as he pushed the door open to join the others.

TO BE CONTINUED​

 

[Paulo68]

Excellent.
I look forward to your story.
Thanks Racerbear.
Paul

 

[harry113]

Scott, Thank you!! Great chapter.
Hopefully poor Adam will become happier with his body now!
Look forward to more ....
Harry

 

[kcm17480]

This story could geet very hot. I like what's coming down the pike and love what's already been written. Can't wait for more.

 

[RacerBear]

Just wanted to touch base with you all and let you know I haven't abandoned you. I've been extremely busy at work and have not been able to complete the next chapter. I am working on it and, hopefully, I'll get it posted on Saturday.

I'm also looking at the possibility of getting it published as an honest to goodness book. While I know there are rewrites and lots that will have to be added, I'm excited that it has that kind of potential. As I've said before, your feedback has been very much appreciated and your encouragement has been worth more than you could ever imagine.

Thanks for your continued support.

 

[harry113]

Scott that is fantastic news. Wonderful story!
Go for it Boy!! Oh Yeah!!
Harry

 

[alonzo222]

I totally sat here all day reading your ENTIRE story!!!! awesome job and good luck with the book idea!!!!!!!!!

 

[axlsergei]

This is truly good news! I'm enjoying this story very much, love the ways it's going... anxiously awaiting the next update!

 

[RacerBear]

Sorry guys, but I've got a major case of the flu. I can barely stand up, much less think about sitting in front of my computer. Hopefully, I'll be able to get the next chapter done by Wednesday.

Sorry for the delay.

Scott

 

[Craiger]

Scott,

Just get better. Rest as much as you can, these things hold on for the longest time if you don't. Sleep, sleep and more sleep.

Craiger

 

[jaydizzo]

get some rest scott get well

excellent story cant wait to read more