"Bloody hell!" Oliver said as he entered Frank's family room where Rocco and Benny were screaming their heads off and Brett was nowhere to be seen. They were watching the babies at the Frank and Finn's house to avoid Jim's mother. After popping pacifiers in their mouths, temporally silencing them, he went off to find his erstwhile helper and he had a good idea where that would be.
The only worker on the job that day was an electrician named Gary--he was pulling wires though the framing of the new kitchen so there was not a lot of noisy banging and sawing to disturb the babies.
The dark haired stud was leaning against the newly framed wall holding a large roll of wire, perhaps intentionally showing off his well-muscled arm and very hairy armpit. He had long dark hair with bangs almost to his eyes, pouty lips and a thick muscular neck--and a smirk that told everyone that he knew he was hot.
"Hey, Ute we have three babies to feed," Oliver said as he felt his cock twitch as he eyed the hairy hunk.
"Keep your shirt on mate, I'll be there in a minute," Brett said, really turning on his Aussie accent and then turned back to continue to flirt with the shaggy stud. Gary had mentioned when they met that morning that he thought their accents were cool and ever since then Brett was pouring it on thick.
"How long you two been a couple?" Gary asked with a sexy smirk.
"Couple?" They said in unison.
"Yeah, you two have been bickering all day--just like every couple I know, including my parents," he said as he bent over to put the roll of wire down, giving the guys a great view of his ass which was stuffed inside a pair of tight jeans.
"We're not a couple," Brett declared, "and what makes you think we're gay?"
"Dude, I may be straight, but I know when guys are perving on me--it's like a sixth sense, and I'm never wrong. You two have been drooling over me all day," he said as he casually pulled up his sleeveless shirt to reveal his thick treasure trail.
Brett recovered quickly from the effects of the stud's blatant flirting to say, "Sorry mate, I think you just spoilt your record," and then turning to a still transfixed Oliver, "Come on Ollie, let's get these little ones fed," as he turned and headed to the family room.
As they were feeding the babies, Ollie said, "You know, he is really hot."
"Yeah mate, I agree," Brett said pausing to switch a fussy Benny to his other arm hoping he would be more comfortable, "but he sure is in love with himself."
He had been rocking Frankie for fifteen minutes before he was finally able to put her in the pack-and-play set up in one of the bedrooms without her waking up and screaming. The boys had gone right to sleep after eating, but like most girls he knew, she sometimes could be quite stubborn. Finally free of his charge, he went looking for Ollie who had left with the empty bottles after he had the boys settled.
Arriving at the family room, he was greeted by the sight of Gary reclining in a black leather chair, head thrown back and moaning in pleasure and whispering encouragement and directions to Ollie who was on his knees, pants around his ankles, beating off furiously while sucking the hunk's hairy cock.
Brett watched, totally turned on by what he was witnessing. His cock hardened instantly in his pants--Ollie's ass was incredibly hot, just as he thought it would be--and Gary was just as hot as well.
When he lifted his legs allowing Ollie to move down from his balls to his perineum, the swirls of black hair that were revealed were too much for Brett and he freed his cock and began to jerk-off just as the moaning electrician looked his way with an 'I told you so' smirk. He motioned for the randy observer to join them; and when Brett got close enough the smirking 'straight' boy opened his mouth and swallowed his cock.
Ollie looked up and caught Brett's eye, his eyes filled with lust. The hirsute electrician excited him, but it was really Brett that he wanted to be servicing. He had been infatuated with the brash Aussie since the first day they had met but was unwilling to give him the satisfaction of letting him know it. He looked up into his eyes and it was electrifying.
He abandoned his task long enough to call out, "Come on Ute, fuck my arse now!" He panted before diving back down on the hard hairy cock in front of him.
Fifteen minutes later Brett was grunting as he unloaded into Ollie's ass and Gary was rubbing his cock over Ollie's face collecting the load that he had shot there allowing him to lick it clean.
"I thought you said you were straight?" Ollie asked after giving the amazingly still hard cock one last lick.
"Well maybe I should say 'staight-ish,'" Gary answered as he pulled up his jeans.
Brent returned wiping himself with a damp towel and handing a second one to Ollie, "Thanks mate," Ollie said to Brent, "that was just what I needed", he said as if Brett had just brought him a beer.
"Sure, no worries," replied the disheartened Aussie; he finally had a chance to play with the man of his dreams and then been left feeling like a human dildo.
* * *
"FUCK!" Jim shouted as he slammed the receiver into the cradle of the office phone. He was still fuming, the visit from his mother and aunt was too much; add to that his brother being an asshole for telling her about Jude.
"What's up dog face?" Matt asked from his desk where he was working.
"My fucking brother won't answer my calls. I've been calling for hours, I used my cell, your cell, and the house phone, he knows I'm pissed. I specifically told him not to mention anything to mom," he said. Jim picked up the phone again, and this time he dialed his brother's house phone--it was 1730 and he figured that his sister-in-law would be home from work by now. On the forth ring she picked up, "Hi Beth," Jim said cheerily, "have you spoken to Marty today?"
"Yeah, just before I left work." She paused and asked nervously, "why is something wrong?"
"Not really, I have been calling him all afternoon and only getting his voicemail--I just wanted to thank him for telling Mom about Jude," he said, not going into more detail and trying not to make her think he was angry at her.
"That son-of-a-bitch," she said angrily, "I told him to keep his mouth shut," Jim could hear her taking deep breaths, "I'm so sorry about this, I really am," she continued sounding close to tears.
"It's not your fault Beth, you have nothing to apologize for, but since he won't answer my calls I need you to give him a message for me," Jim said calmly.
"Sure Jimmy and I have a message of my own to give him," she replied bitterly.
"Tell him he is no longer welcome at the wedding--Mom came today with Aunt Noreen and was back to her old self along with an academy award performance--so good she even got Dad madder than I've ever seen him. There is no need to go into to details but I am sure he knows the reason for her visit, even what she was going to say. Of course, you and the kids are still welcome to come to the wedding, or any other time," he added, deciding it really wasn't their fault that his brother was a jerk.
"Thanks, Jimmy," she said quietly, "I have to go," was all she said before ending the call.
"You okay buddy?" asked Matt as he moved behind his lover, placing his hands on his shoulders.
"Yeah," Jim stood, taking Matt into his arms and kissing him lovingly, and then pulled back said, "As long as you're with me, everything is fine," before kissing him again.
"Uncle Jim…um, I'm sorry guys," a voice said and when they turned to the door, they saw the happy couple standing there--Jude beet red and Grace smiling with her eyes twinkling, "I'm sorry to interrupt," he stammered.
"It's not a problem Jude," Jim said. He, Matt, and Barry tried to keep PDA's at a minimum around him until he had time to get used to his gay uncles.
Grace laughed at her fiancé, "Don't worry guys, he blushes at everything--besides, I think it's hot seeing two big hunks kiss," she said with a devilish grin, getting a laugh from the guys and a fake look of shock from her boyfriend.
"No problem," Jim said, "so what's up?"
"We just wanted to thank you guys for the shopping trip," Jude said moving in to give each one a hug.
"Yes, it was wonderful, thanks. Well we have to go wash all of our new clothes," Grace said as she kissed both men before dragging Jude out of the room with her.
"That was a very enlightening visit," Finn said as they were driving back to Delaware. Ryan and Kelly were asleep in their car seats, the rides, and excitement having worn them out.
"It certainly was," Frank said and then laughed, "You should have seen your face when he said: 'I see you ditched the bitch and switched,' it was priceless." That was his uncle's glib comment when he had introduced Finn as his friend and followed it by saying: "Don't look so shocked Frankie, I have exceptional Gaydar for a straight man. Remember I was a GP in New York City for forty years--I had everyone from drag queens with names like Mona Allnight, Amanda Kissnhug, Miss Trey la Trash, and my personal favorite, Sue Pository," he said and paused. Frank tried to suppress a grin; from the pictures his mother had, and his own recollection his uncle was quite a handsome man when he was young, he and his brother Mike were into bodybuilding under the tutelage of their older brothers it was quite amusing thinking of his uncle giving prostate exams to a bunch of drag queens.
"Then there were the guys into leather," his uncle suddenly continued with a small chuckle, "I don't even remember how many infected nipples and Prince Alberts I treated." He paused for a bit, and fiddled with his pipe--which Frank was surprised to see him still smoking. "Come to think of it, I think the drag queens were a whole lot tougher," he said laughing, "the leather queens were always bringing me homemade cookies and afghans they had crocheted." He went on to explain that he was one of the few doctors when the AID's epidemic exploded that didn't turn gay men away, "By the time I retired there were days when my waiting room looked like a casting call for a Broadway musical," he said and all three men laughed.
Frank's Uncle Nick was his late mother's only surviving sibling; he was the baby of the family and was four years younger than his sister and eleven years younger than his older brother, Frank. He and his sister had remained close with Frank, even when a family argument reignited when he graduated from high school; but he didn't get to visit with him as often as he would have liked.
Nick was a doctor and, as he said many times when Frank would phone and apologize for the long periods of time between calls and visits, with his practice he barely had time to see his own wife and children. Now his children were scattered all over the country--the world even--he had one son living in Melbourne, Australia.
The subject turned to Nick's older brother and Frank's uncle when he decided to tell his uncle about the money Benny had left him and Matt, all but apologizing for accepting inheritance.
"You know, my brother Frank bought me this house," he said waving his arm in an inclusive gesture, "he did it when my children were little in the '50's when the Polio scare first started. He thought they should have a place to live in the summer away from the crowded city--he hated New York and wanted them out of there during their vacation so they could swim when the fear of the disease kept many children from swimming in public pools; you guys were in South Jersey so he wasn't so worried about you," he said then continued, telling Frank and Finn that he had also paid for his college education, and those of all his children.
Concluding with, "Forget about it Frankie, he probably gave me more than a few million over the years--and I didn't do too bad myself," he added with a shake of the head for emphasis. Then they fell into to talking about family and the boys began to get restless.
Frank apologized; he explained they were excited to go to the boardwalk. "I haven't been up on the boards in years," Nick said with enthusiasm, "I can't walk that far, but if you don't mind pushing me, I'd like to go--Gillian's is on up on 7th Street."
So they walked up 1st Street and then up the ramp to the boardwalk. Turning south they walked the boards to the amusement pier with Ryan chattering all the way about riding the merry-go-round and Kelly pointing at the birds and calling out "birdy" every time a gull swooped down to grab at whatever it could scrounge or steal off the wooden planks.
Along the way they discussed how much the town had changed and grown, "I was surprised to see the 'for sale' sign on the house, Uncle Nick," Frank commented.
"Yeah, I missed the boat on that--like so many others I thought the boon would last forever. Back in '05 I was offered 2.5 million for the place. Prices kept climbing and I was still enjoying the summers so I didn't take it--then in '08 it all crashed. I'm listed now at 1.75 and have had no offers," he said regretfully. "I over played my hand--and know it's getting to be too much for me to handle alone. The broker offered one million cash with no commission, and I guess I will have to take it."
Finn looked at Frank and caught his eye--he already knew what his lover was thinking, he smiled and with a simple nod signaled his agreement.
"Uncle Nick, when does your sales contract end?" Frank asked. They had reached the amusement; Finn had gone off with the boys to buy tickets for the rides while Frank sat on one of the benches by the railing looking out over the crowded beach at the surprisingly calm Atlantic.
"I think the 3rd of September," he said uncertainly.
"Well when it runs out tell your broker you've decided to wait for a market upswing, then Finn and I will buy it," he said and then holding up one finger to the surprised man, "but only if you'll take 2.5 million."
His uncle looked stunned--he started to say something, but Frank raised his eyebrows as a warning. Then with tears running down his rugged wrinkled face he said, "Thank you Frankie, you always were a good boy," and then he reached out for his nephew's hand.
Frank took it, and half stood and kissed his uncle on both cheeks, "Happy birthday, Uncle Nicky."
Walking back to the house after the two little ones had their fill of rides and hot dogs and Johnson's caramel popcorn, they started to talk about Frank and Benny again and he told his uncle about the journal that he had been left.
"I'm sure that's one hell of a read," the old man laughed, then he paused for a few moments and said, "you know, I think somewhere back home in New York I have a box with all the letters he ever sent me. You might be interested in those as well, they go all the way back to the '30's--when I get home I'll have my housekeeper find it and send it to you."
They were crossing the Delaware Memorial Bridge when Finn said, "I can't wait to read those letters, I'll bet there is a lot in them that Frank and Benny forgot to add to the journal."
"Well I can't wait to tell the boys I bought another house," Frank said with a chuckle.
"I think that's a 'we', lover," he said grabbing Frank's hand and then added, "And don't worry about it, let the accountants figure it out--that's what we over-pay them for."
Frank laughed aloud. "Now that's priceless, I can't wait to tell Rich and Declan that a lawyer is accusing an accountant of overcharging!"
The boys had really enjoyed their trip with Barry, as predicted the plane was the highlight. During a late dinner, and then while they took an evening swim, everyone was treated to a detailed account of everything they had seen.
Later that evening, while the three were getting ready for bed, Barry gave his version. "You two would have been very proud of the boys," he said, stepping into the wet room joining his lovers under the multiple showerheads. "I heard one of the boys comment that it must be cool to have rich dads with their own plane. MJ answered that we're not rich. When the boy said, 'Sure, every family has their own plane,' Jimmer jumped right in and said it belonged to his dad's work and he just was lucky to use it sometimes," Barry recounted as Jim and Matt joined him in the shower. They soaped themselves up and then proceeded to rub more soap on Barry, who was stroking Jim's rampant erection.
Matt watched the action and laughed then said, "One would think that after what we have been through today, and the scent of sulfur that your mother left, that thing would stay soft."
"No problem Captain, Bazza and I can do it in here while you get your beauty rest," Jim said before moaning as Barry clamped his mouth on his left nipple.
"Fuck that," Matt said before getting on his knees and taking Barry's hard cock into his mouth, "I need some stress release too." The 'release' came fifteen minutes later when Barry nutted in his mouth and Jim pumped an impressive load in his ass.
* * *
Barry was livid yesterday afternoon when he learned about his mother visiting Bonnie; and even though both Jim and George assured him that it was not an issue, and that there was nothing to worry about; however that was not enough for him, and he was determined to find out what the hell his mother was up to. If his parents were fomenting problems for his family, he was going to put a stop to it immediately.
Month's ago he had decided he wanted become a PI, and had already become licensed in Delaware, it required nothing more than a background check and forty hours of gun training for a license to carry. Soon after a firm in Philadelphia that did a lot of work for Finn hired him. They were two, Vietnam vets named Tom Jones and Locke Martin. They were teaching him the tradecraft of surveillance and other tricks of the trade. He was still in contact with the same cyber-sleuths he used to uncover Junior's misdeeds and they had begun to provide advanced courses in cyber-sleuthing, something Tom and Locke were not expert in, and one of the reasons they took Barry on. So he went looking into his parents and Bonnie's email to see if there was a way of determine who contacted whom and why. He was when he read what he found in their emails.
His first call was to Finn asking him to come as soon as he could, his second was to Jim asking him to find Matt and meet him in the office. He was just finished printing copies of the emails when all three men walked in the room. When Matt saw the look on Barry's face, he immediately knew something was wrong.
"What's up Bazza?" He asked.
My bloody parents, that's what's up handing Finn the stack of paper. "They are preparing to file suit against me--well actually Jim and I for Grandparents Visitation Rights," Barry replied, red with angers. "It seems that they were enlisting Bonnie's help with this, according to the emails they found her before she was hospitalized. This little scheme has been cooking for quite some time." He was so angry that he was on the verge of tears when Jim circled his big arms around him and held him tight.
"Don't worry baby, we've got your six on this," he said before kissing Barry's neck.
Finn continued to read the stack emails and then said, "First off Barry, in Delaware it goes to a mediator first, and second, even if it does make it through to the court we will bury their asses in motions and depositions. I'm not sure they are willing to bankrupt themselves over this."
"Did you get the one from the crack-pot religious organization that is offering free legal representation," Barry asked.
"Not to worry, remember, you guys still have the best civil rights firm in the state on retainer," Finn said. Barry didn't look convinced. While the discussion was continuing, Matt was at the computer typing away. A few minutes later he called out, "Hey listen to this, according to this article the bottom line is that the visitation be in the child's best interest; and the key factor is 'prior relationship with the child'." He gave Barry a reassuring smile and said, "Shit Baby, we can blow them out of water with that alone," Matt cheerily hoping to calm his partner.
"Barry, the important thing right now is for you to sit on this and not let them know you have any idea of what's going on," Finn admonished, I'll get with my team and contact Welles to see what the he thinks is the best way to proceed.
"Fine, but they will be sorry the fucked with me a second time," Barry seethed.
"Buddy," Finn said putting his arm around Barry, "Revenge is fool's errand; you want revenge--be happy. That will piss them off more than anything will.
It was nearing lunch so the four men headed out to see what Al was serving up for lunch. When they arrived at the lower kitchen they found MJ and a sullen MJ sitting at the table, the latter had his place pushed towards the center of the table ignoring his food.
Matt gave Al a questioning look receiving a roll of the eyes in response. He slid into the booth beside the boy and put his arm around him, "What's up buddy, you don't look very happy," MJ said nothing, just squirmed; Matt looked at the other guys who all just shrugged.
"He's mad," Jimmer started to say before MJ shouted, "Shut up Jimmy!" Before pushing past Matt and rushing from the room with MJ hot on his heels.
Not using his nickname told Matt that this was one serious argument, he was ready to follow the boys when Jim looked at Matt and said, "Leave it alone buddy, brothers have fights, especially at their age. You remember what it was like at my house when we were kids." Matt did remember, even he and Jim had a few minor spats so he just let it go figuring the boys would work it out themselves.
"You know, I have an idea," Barry said filling the silence, "what if I send my parents an email inviting them to visit Ryan? I know they most likely will refuse, but wouldn't that help with our case? I mean, they don't we know, so they shouldn't expect anything," he finished looking pleased with himself.
"But what if they accept?" Finn asked.
"No prob, we just let them come and be our normal pleasant selves," Barry answered getting a chuckle from the group.
The next morning Matt was pouring a mug of coffee when Al walked into the kitchen. Jim and Barry were still finishing their shower and the boys were taking care of the horses.
"Just a heads up, looks like the boys slept in separate beds last night," Al shared.
"Well the battle continues I guess, I think this is the first time those two have not slept together since we moved in together," Matt said, the concern showing on his face.
"You going to let it pass?" Asked Al as he started the breakfast.
"Let's see how it goes when they come in," Matt said before heading for the office. Thirty minutes later Al called over the house intercom that breakfast was ready.
The day had dawned bright and sunny but now as they made their way to the lower kitchen they could see through the sliding doors that the skies had turned black. Just as they entered the kitchen, a flash of lighting lit the room followed by an ear-splitting crack of thunder.
"Are the horses out?" Jim asked the boys who he was surprised to see sitting apart, MJ at the counter and Jimmer at the table. Jim noticed this, but was more surprised that they were wearing shorts; normally they showered after their chores and didn't bother to dress. Jim raised a questioning eyebrow towards his men and they silent conveyed they noticed as well. Matt couldn't help himself, he was especially sensitive to disagreements between the boys; deciding he had given them enough time to work-out the problem he made his decision.
"Alright guys, what's up with you two," he asked the boys and got no response so he continued, "well one of you will have to tell us, I don't like you guys fighting."
MJ remained mute, but Jimmer jumped up from his seat and said, "This is why," and pushed down his shorts and stood naked in front of everyone.
To be continued….