Coming Home

"gotta run Bud...see you later."

I'm sure he felt my cock thicken as I pressed my body against him, he had a surprised and stricken look as he said good bye. Wouldn't it be wonderful if Bennie felt the same way about me as I did him. Oh no, I can't let myself think such thoughts. Ben is straight. Remember that. STRAIGHT!

I took my shower and rummaged up a breakfast and got dressed. First up was a call to Dad's attorney to ask if he had a list of things I needed to do, which he did. Dad had already put me on all of his bank accounts and the attorney was drafting Notice of Death letters to insurance companies, the College, the banks and other interested parties.

I got his mail and looked through it for any outstanding accounts and found none which I was certain would be the case. Returning to his mail I opened his bank statement which I had set aside earlier feeling like I was prying, but I realized that it was my business now.

Dad had been a teacher since graduating from college. It never occurred to me that he could have managed to save much money but I was stunned at the balance in his savings accounts. I learned that he had a stock club account that invested in a list of stocks that he chose and he had done extremely well with his total assets at the bank near $500,000.00. I traced back to the beginning of his stock accounts and realized that he put all the insurance money from the accident that killed my Mom into this account. I was going through more mail when I realized that his money, his car, his home were all mine now.

I changed clothes and took Dad's key chain full of his keys and went to the bank to see if he had a safe deposit box. The banker there welcomed me and gave his condolences and asked if I had received copies of the death certificate as yet. I told him no but that I had been made joint owner on all his accounts and he opened the safe deposit room and asked for my key. I held up the ring of keys, he smiled and zeroed in on the box key immediately. He placed the box, which was much larger that I would have guessed on the table and left asking me to press the buzzer when I was finished.

I teared up when the first thing I opened was a velvet bag containing my Mom's rings and assorted jewelry. There was a bulging wallet type folder that was full of stock papers. A box revealed family pictures which set of the water works again. A picture of Mom and Dad on their wedding day, pictures of her very pregnant with me, baby pictures, a small box with my scout badges, pictures of me playing basketball in High School, one picture of Benny and me at about 11 or twelve on the sidewalk in front of our houses. I tucked that one into my inside jacket pocket. I decided to take the box of pictures home and go through them there. I would have some duplicated, mostly ones of Mom and Dad to put out at home and keep the originals safe in here. Finally at the bottom of the box I saw a large envelope, I reached in and brought it out and stared open mouthed at my name written there.

When removed the contents the papers were all paper clipped together with a list being the top sheet. This list was of all his assets, insurance and deposits, everything I needed to know to wind up his earthly affairs. I sat this aside with the pictures to take back to the house. I started putting things back in and realized there was a cigar box that I hadn't opened. I tried but it was too heavy to lift out with one hand so I opened it inside the box. Again my mouth dropped open. The box was full of gold coins, I had forgotten about his coin collecting. For a time he was avid about finding old gold coins and here lay the fruits of his searches. I knew I didn't have the time to list them all before the bank closed so I shut the box and pressed the buzzer. I told the banker I would be back in the morning to do an inventory of the contents, and that it would take me a few hours because of the large number of coins inside. I began to get nervous, with the price of gold these days these coins would mount up to be a very large sum.

Back at home I started to turn on the TV but went Instead to the old console HI FI Phonograph and rummaged through the records there. I selected some of my Mom's favorites that I remember hearing her play when I was growing up, I turned the volume up and went to clean up for dinner at Mrs. Barton's. I was dancing the whole time I was getting ready for dinner. I remembered my Mom and Dad were constantly dancing in our living room. They were from the Disco era and the full orchestra arrangements sounded so good. Better yet, the music my Mom and Dad danced to made me feel good. In my mind I could see them in the dining room on the hardwood floor, with the table and chairs pushed back to the wall, dancing for hours. Like the old saying that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, I was a fairly good dancer in my youth too.

Just before I left to go to Mrs. Barton's I remembered Mom's rose garden in the back yard. I looked out and although it was only late April there were brilliant yellow Tea Roses in bloom. With shears in hand I ran out and cut a nice bouquet for Mrs. Barton. I wore dress slacks and a white button down poplin shirt. Neat and clean. Mrs. Barton would probably pinch my cheek when she saw me, then a big hug for the roses. I went out our back door over to the Barton's back door and knocked and went on in.

"Oh my little Johnny" she cooed as she hugged me close, "You'll always have us sweetheart, we'll be your family now Johnny, Benny and I love you."

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I hugged her. Just then Ben came through the back door and joined in for our hug. Just as we separated I felt his lips kiss my neck again and a shiver ran down my spine as my hand shot up to touch the spot his lips had kissed. I was looking at him as I did it and he just smiled and nodded yes to me. I was confused as to what he meant by it.

George, Dad's Basset Hound was dancing around my feet, whining and trying his best to get all of my attention. I sat down on the floor and George climbed all over me before settling in my lap.He let out a long sigh.

"Thank you Mrs. Barton, you too Bennie."

I still had the roses in one hand and I handed them to her as she was telling me to call her Mama like her Bennie did.

"These are from Mom's rose garden out back, I thought you'd enjoy them."

"Thank you sweetie, I always loved your Mama's garden. Bennie, get me a vase out of that top cabinet please. Now you boys get out of my kitchen for a while, I'll call you when it's time to eat."

Ben and I went out and sat on the front porch, He lit a cigarette and asked if I wanted one.

"no, I shook that habit at college." I replied.

"I had quit too, but started again during the divorce. Why don't you come back here to live Johnny Boy and help me quit this filthy habit."

I looked at him, he had that same odd smile that he had as he left my room this morning.

"I have to admit that I've thought about it Ben. But there are things we need to talk about later. I just don't fit in around here anymore. Want to come back and spent the night with me again, it's Friday, we can get drunk and talk all night."

"I guess so Johnny boy, there are somethings I need to tell you too."

I felt my heart rate speed up. Oh no, what will happen if we get in the same bed again but drunk this time! That may not be such a good idea. I knew I had to change the subject so I asked him about how he got into teaching.

"I felt I had to come back home for Mom after Dad passed away. He did absolutely everything for her, kept the bank accounts, paid the bills, shopped the food market for her. I was afraid she would be overwhelmed and get into an emotional depression. So I jumped at the teaching assistant position. I could live on it and by the time I was certified and landed the teaching slot I was getting into the whole 'college life' it's so different for the faculty, sheltered from the outside world, perceived as intellectual, some even believe they are the elite after they have the golden fleece, 'Tenure.' The only people I know here now are older folks like our parents and some of the students, hardly anyone my age."

"Benny, you have to get out and look, there has to be lots of single ladies in your age bracket who think Professor Barton is hot stuff. You just have to get out and find them."

"yeah.., that's one of the things we need to talk about Johnny."

His Mom came to the door to say that dinner is ready. We jumped up and hurried into the dining room.

'Mama' Barton had fried chicken, whipped potatoes, green beans, biscuits and white gravy and sweet iced tea. She was all smiles as she watched her boys eat like dock workers. Her fried chicken hasn't changed in nearly thirty years. It tastes just like it did when Ben and I would grab a leg and run out into the yard with a baseball in one hand and a chicken leg in the other.

She told me about her talks with my Dad, they would stand out in the yard and talk for hours, mostly about Ben and I. I remember him telling me about her leaving him plates of food on the back porch, usually every time she made fried chicken, during my weekly phone calls to him.

I asked Ben to follow me to the car rental drop off and drive me home tomorrow. I had decided to use Dad's car for the rest of the time I am here. After dinner Ben and I cleared the table and cleaned off the dishes and loaded up her dishwasher, all while his Mom complained that we should let her do that, it was woman's work. Bennie looked at me and rolled his eyes then bumped his hip against mine playfully knocking me off balance, I bumped him back and we did this for a couple of minutes until his Mom started laugh hysterically.

"you boys have gotten big but you haven't grown up...still acting like kids. It does my heart good to see you boys together again. You two are supposed to be together, you know that don't you."

I was shocked, I looked at Ben and he was too. There was that look again, that odd smile like he knew a secret. He stared at me a good while. Then turned to his Mom.

"yes ma'am, I believe we do know that now."

Ben turned back to me as he started the dishwasher, "you ready to talk Johnny Boy?"

I just nodded, as he held me in his stare. With a wink he turned back to his Mom and hugged and kissed her.

"We're going to go back to Johnny's house and get drunk Mama, I'm gonna try and talk him into coming back home. He needs to be here, I just gotta convince him somehow."

I hugged her and thanked her for that wonderful dinner and we started for the door. She called out before we got to the door and rushed up with some chicken wrapped in wax paper for a 'snack' later. Back at my Dad's I looked under the sink and found an unopened bottle of Canadian Club that I had given him last Christmas.

"Benny, how do you like your Canadian Club?"

"Two fingers over ice with water with a twist of lemon peel, please."

We even liked the same drinks...I make two in tall glasses and we sat out on the front porch.

"Okay John, what is it that you have to talk about, tell me about your life."

"I've thought and thought how I could tell you about this and there just isn't an easy way. So at the risk of losing you as a friend I just gonna say it. Ben, I'm gay. I have been since our Sophomore year at Central. I never had been with anyone until the first year at college, On a Thursday night in the first week of November my study buddy had me naked on his bed with my cock buried balls deep in his throat. It opened a new world of possibilities for me. When I told my Dad I was gay it took him a couple of days but he came around. All he wanted is for me to be happy and a productive contributor to our society he told me.

"Benny, I'm hoping and praying that this will not make a difference in our friendship, lots of straight guys have a gay friend. If that is not the case you need to tell me now."

Ben sighed and sat there silent, looking at his shoes. Finally I spoke.

"Talk to me Benny, please, I so hope that you understand. I need you to understand."

Drawing in a big breath Ben turned to face me.

"Oh Johnny Boy...there's no way around it. This changes everything...I'll try to still be your friend, but it will be hard to do because what I want is for you and I to be life partners and lovers. I've known I'm gay since a few months after the divorce Johnny. I had hoped that you were gay too. Even suspected it for a while when I began talking with your Dad regularly, but gave the idea up as wishful thinking on my part. If you'll have me we have a wonderful life. I've always loved you John.

One night at closing time at the bar I frequented the guy who had been chatting me up asked me to come over to his place saying he'd keep the drinks flowing. I was drunk enough to think 'free booze is good' and went to his place.

He made advances and I did nothing to protest his actions and I got my first blow job. Before leaving his bed I did suck my first cock and tasted semen. I knew I liked man to man sex. I knew that night that I really liked it."

The initial shock of hearing Ben say the words 'I'm gay' was fading and I began to realize that my dreams could finally come true. Ben and I together as two men in love.

"BEN! stop....first to answer your question, YES we can be life partners and lovers. Being with you would make my life complete, it is what I have dreamed of for years."

Ben stood and reached for my hand..."come with me John."

I followed as he led me into the living room, backed me up against the stairwell wall and gave me the kiss that changed our lives forever. That kiss was beyond description, the emotion of a long held, seemingly impossible dream realized. Now able to hold our bodies tightly together, neither ready to let go of the thing they most wanted.

"Nothing between graduating High School and now counts. You and me... us...we start now Johnny Boy"

It wasn't long until I was on overload, my brain unable to process the feelings and emotions fast enough. It was evident that Ben has spent as much time wanting 'us' as I have. That kiss told volumes about how Ben feels toward me. I don't remember how we got to the bed, the kissing short circuits my brain, he is all I can handle while his tongue thrusts and sucks at my mouth. I feel a tingle deep inside my testicles even while the rest of my body is buzzing with the realization of Ben and I together, finally.

Naked together at last. Our straining bodies touched from our lips to our toes. I loved the chestnut brown hair on Ben's chest and stomach, the treasure trail thinned as it reached Ben's trimmed pubic hair.

I broke the kiss and raised up on my knees beside Ben. Looking at his naked body stirred something in me and I knew I was going to blow my load right here, looking down at the most sexual, sensual and exciting man I have ever known. I reached out and lay my hand on his rippled abdomen. Without ever touching myself I felt this unbidden orgasm take control of my body, my mind had been consumed by the incredible emotion of fulfilling our long held dream of our first time together. The first volley all cleared the headboard and splattered on the wall. At the end, there was an incredible amount of my semen on Ben's arm and the side of his body.

"Wow! Johnny Boy...that was the most sensual thing I have ever seen! You blew without me even even touching you. I'm ashamed to say it but the same thing happened to me at the funeral home when we first saw each other. I was too embarrassed to let anyone know."

"Bennie I can hardly believe this has happened. I've wanted to be with you for so very long, it was never out of my mind. I love you Ben."

I got a warm washcloth to clean Ben up and while I was cleaning up my cum from his body I knew.

I decided right then looking down at my Ben that I was leaving Chicago and I was coming home. Ben needs to be near his Mom, Dad's house...my house...our house...is next door to her. All sorts of ideas and plans came to mind but remembering the task at hand I pushed them aside and stretched my body out atop Ben. Arms stretched out, hands clasped, fingers interlaced, I rubbed and moved about trying to get more of my skin touching him.

He was a little surprised when I turned him and began kissing a trail down his spine. Hands and tongue led my way down his body until my chin bumped against the rise of his hard little butt. Pulling up a bit, I brought both hands to his cheeks and spread his butt like a melon. I blew a wisp of air across his cheeks to watch as they pimpled in Gooseflesh. Before he realized what I was about to do I stabbed my tongue into his wrinkled anus. The gasp and yells that came from him made me know he wanted me to keep doing this to his butt but finally he gave in saying he was going to cum if I didn't stop.

Ben surprised me when he flipped over onto his back and told me that he wanted me to fuck him. Somehow I had never thought of me fucking him, it was always him in me that I thought about. I found a jar of Vaseline in the bath, and found a condom in my shaving kit. After getting him lubed to the point of moaning and groaning, begging for me to get my cock inside him now! I gave the condom one last coating of lubricant I knee walked between his legs and up to his opening. His hand held my cock poised at his anus as I leaned forward and kissed him deeply. Some time during the kiss he had wrapped his legs around my hips and locked his ankles. When I raised from the kiss he pulled hard with his legs and my cock went deep inside Bennie.

"Oh my sweet Jesus...Johnny Boy...love me Johnny, make love to me. I love your hard cock filling my butt, Oh fuck,,,I just love you...do it...fuck me hard John, I can take it, I need it to be you. I've always wanted it to be you. Harder babe...fuck your Bennie...hard...fuck me hard...oh my god, you're better than I ever dreamed Johnny...make love to me babe, I know you love me John, I can see it in your face and eyes. Oh damn...it's starting Johnny...you're cock is gonna make me cum, Kiss me baby, kiss me as we cum together. JOHNNY...NOW....mmmm! "

Gliding in and out of Ben's ass was pure heaven, chills and goosebumps flashed across my body.

I had settled into a long rapid stroke in and out of his butt. I swear I could feel little electric shocks to the head of my cock. Looking to his face I saw Ben's eyes roll back and he was gone, lost into the pleasure place. There's only one way to get to that place, it takes a big, hard, throbbing cock churning in your guts, making you feel that tingle, making your eyes roll back. There nothing exists but the cock churning in your butt and how you can get more of it deeper inside you. In that zone a man's sexual pleasure knows no bounds. No matter how big the cock or how good the fuck, it is never enough. We always want more, bigger, harder, deeper. Insatiable!

I shifted my position so that now I brushed against his prostate on every stroke. Ben yelped at first then settled into a deep grunt 'unngghh' every time I rubbed against it. Soon he was all over the bed, an E ride for sure. He bucked against my deep thrust, holding and grinding hard against me. He moved faster and faster, taking over the rhythm as he began to fuck my cock deep inside him. As if on cue, Ben's eyes flew open...

"I'm gonna cum babe, you're cock is making me cum John...Oh jeez...yeah, now John cum with me now!"

...it only took two thumping heartbeats and I was filling the condom inside him. Ben was still spraying his semen all over his abs and chest, his face, the pillow, everywhere I looked there were pearls of his cum. My own release nearly paralyzed me, never has my body been so completely drained, no sex had ever felt like what I had just experienced.

'Ben held his arms up, his signal for me to come into his embrace. He held me tightly and sobs wracked his body. I pulled back to look at him and he pulled me back down.