10 comments/ 10064 views/ 21 favorites Pizza Boy at the Door Ch. 18 By: JKendallDane Josh moves in and then takes Kyle home to meet his parents Moving in with your lover might seem a simple thing to accomplish, especially when you are a second semester, college freshman. After all, how many boxes does it take to move out of a cramped dorm room you have shared for a chunk of seven months? You can only accumulate so much 'stuff' that's actually worth keeping that quickly. But this move for Josh was far more than just packing up clothes and CDs and books, and sorting through those goofy things like the 'have-to-keep' first Miller Lite bottle, concert ticket stubs, and other junk that had accumulated in the study desk drawers. Even filing that 'change of address' card Kyle had given him on the cruise was just a blip on the radar screen in the overall scheme of making a life change like this. The first big thing was telling Ryan they wouldn't be roomies any longer. He surprised Josh by acting like he would truly miss him, and then again when telling him they still had to stay in touch a few sentences later. Josh was really impressed when he gave him a huge bear hug and offered sincere best wishes to him and Kyle, when Josh picked up the last few stray items from the room. Ryan was still as straight as an interstate highway running through the desert, but he had gotten very gay friendly the final month they shared the room. Josh rewarded his growth by gifting Ryan the dusty pot bong he hadn't used in months. They traded smiles and one more jock-style, intense buddy hug before Josh headed out the door for what would be the final time. Lots of other little stuff was mildly aggravating but necessary, including switching records at the university and making sure the pizza shop knew where he would be living. But the first really big one that was difficult to deal with, came when he made the call home to the farm in Havana. "Mom?" Josh knew it was her, but he still asked when she answered the phone. "Ummm...just wanted to say 'Hi' and...ummm...give you the...ummm...new address and another phone number." The tentativeness in his voice was unusual to his mother's ear and he knew it. "Yeah, that's not the guy from the pizza shop though." Another long pause happened. "It's my friend Kyle. The one that loaned me his big truck to come home at Christmas." Thankfully, the rest of the call he had been almost reluctant to make, was a short one and without the probing questions he had feared having his Mom bring up. It helped when he promised to come over and spend a couple days as soon as he could after finals. He was smiling...very hopefully...when his Mom ended the call with, "And bring your friend along too, if he wants some good southern home cooking instead of all that pizza and fast food garbage you guys probably try to live on." Josh laughed really hard at that one since he had never even told his family the first thing about going on the cruise and all the great food he and Kyle had on it. Plus, with Kyle being a pretty decent amateur chef, they ate far better than his Mom was assuming. But Josh would never tell her that Kyle's fried chicken rivaled hers; nor ever let on to his dear grandmother that his homemade lasagna was lots better than hers. "He would probably really like that, Mom. And I know how you and grams love to teach those damn Yankees what southern cookin' is really all about too." In the back of his mind, Josh was thinking more along the lines of: 'And that your sweet southern hospitality will be extended to my lover when I tell all of you that he is far more than just my friend.' He had already decided that he could no longer keep his closet door shut with his family and was committed to telling them everything the very next trip home. Now that trip was set! * * * * * The guys had also kept their promise to their new cruise friends, Frank and Ron, and went to church with them a few times over the month before the trip home. Both Josh and Kyle felt very renewed at the spirit-filled services and began to plan for them each Sunday as part of their weekly schedule. It was really nice to hear good things from a pulpit for a change, instead of thinly veiled gay bashing mixed amongst other judgementalism, like so many pastors practiced. What they both felt at this church was far different from what each had grown up with. Unconditional love wasn't just talked about there. It was practiced! They both signed up for the 'What the Bible really DOES say' class that would be offered in mid-summer. Josh had read all of the many pamphlets found in the church social hall, and one book Frank loaned him already. The book...'The Lord is My Sheppard and He Knows I am Gay'...not only gave the boys a history of the MCC denomination, but also a good synopsis of the so-called 'gotchya verses' found in the scriptures. He was certain he could at least handle any 'But what about Sodom and Gomorrah?' comments that may come from his ultra conservative, Southern Baptist, parents. He also knew he and Kyle were starting on more than one type of journey than just living together when they both broke into tears during communion the first time they took it together at the church...on their knees, and arm-in-arm, holding hands. The mysterious mind meld had become so much clearer as they both came to realize it was their souls speaking to each other. * * * * * Kyle did everything he could to help Josh make the transition from occasional over night guest, to full-time room and bed mate an easy one. Their sex and lovemaking was only a little less frequent, but still always as intense, normally. Sometimes it was quicker and less spontaneous; and other times it was still marathon sessions that came with little surprises and new techniques slipped in by one or the other. That was one of the things that kept the physical passion fired between them...constantly discovering things that made each other moan in ecstasy. Josh had already drifted back to a preference for Kyle being on top, but he also knew that his lover would never refuse him when he was in the mood to slap shot the puck into Kyle's net. After the first ten or twelve days of both doing some minor tiptoeing around each other, they settled in to the married-but-still-honeymooning stage. Being so cautious and actually thinking before speaking was somewhat of a small change for both, but it came with suddenly calling the water front house, 'home' by both of them too. It wasn't 'check out time is 11:00' any longer...this WAS their home. By the end of two weeks of Kyle referring to it as 'their house' and 'their home' constantly, Josh was also. Kyle decided it wasn't worth mentioning that he really preferred that Josh would hang up the used wash cloth on the rung in the shower, instead of draped over the edge of the step-in tub base. Way too petty of a thing. At least this soon. Similarly, Josh never brought up that he felt Kyle's anal retentive side about the kitchen and dusting did seem to get a little overboard at times...especially when he would want to run the vacuum every morning before heading for classes. They shared razors, deodorant, toothpaste and shampoo without care. Kyle had already long ago stopped worrying about occasionally finding his green toothbrush wet, after Josh successfully quit smoking over Christmas. He would just snag Josh's dry, red one those mornings. About the only real 'rules' Kyle made regarding the bathroom was that it stayed clean and that his manscaping electric trimmer was off limits. Josh had only shrugged at that one since he never understood the whole idea of shaping and styling something that; when natural, wild, and thick like Kyle's pubic area would get; usually turned him on more. Kyle laughed when he remembered one comment from Josh of: 'It's your man bush, babe...not the gardens at the Palace of Versailles!' Kyle simply grinned and rolled his eyes when Josh's closet nudist side appeared more and more and he ran around their home sans anything but maybe white socks. He was pretty sure that Josh rolled his at him, when he would fuss a little about his shirts not being in color order in the giant walk-in closet after Josh had put away their laundry. And Kyle might be a prick with the rest of the world about the Hummer, but he barely raised an eye brow when Josh would occasionally use his own key and take it to the convenience store for something they needed. What did take some getting used to for both of them was the unsettling silence that would occasionally happen. It wasn't like it had been before when Josh was just spending a night or two or three staying over, and they were all about each other every minute their eyes were open. It wasn't that they drifted from each other or their innermost feelings were changing. It was just that Josh would actually find something else to do during a hockey game Kyle was totally into...or Kyle would chose to call his parents and talk, instead of playing another game on the Wii with Josh. Nah...that was only being comfortable and secure enough with the relationship, that they knew their egos didn't have to be constantly fed with Ivory soap 99.44% attention from the other. It was just...just...just DIFFERENT...and had to be subconsciously accepted. About the only real things that were a problem; if it could be called that; was one from each. Kyle did get a little bitchy about the lackadaisical way Josh just dropped his clothes around in the bedroom and master bath. Even though Josh promised to work on that, and did follow through to an extent; Kyle never did get around to telling him, that continuing to find his toes in a pair of dirty tighty whities wasn't the way he liked to do a midnight pee run, though. Every time it still happened, Kyle simply thought to himself: 'One of these days! POW! Straight to the moon, Alice!' and then snickered to himself over how minor the problem really was. Josh wasn't totally polite when Kyle kept just helping himself to quarters from Josh's tip stash change jar he kept on the dresser in the bedroom. He knew Kyle only snagged three or four at a time for the Coke machine at school, but dammit...that was his 'delivery car needs a new tire or brake job' fund. The little chastising outburst from his lover was easily enough solved when Kyle started dropping a couple singles into Josh's glass jug anytime he raided it for change. All in all, they both knew after the first thirty days of sharing the bay front house, that the little stuff will always pop up and was no worse than one lone ant at a picnic...and the big stuff was happily taken care of with communication. That was one of the things their mentors; Frank and Ron from church, and Jim and Jeff from the antique mall; had already taught them. * * * * * Finals were at long last over. Grades wouldn't be out for a week or longer. The other couple of college guys at the pizza shop that were moving back home for the summer, would still be around and available to work his shifts at least through the middle of the next week. And the weather was really, really nice. Nice the entire way across the top portion of Florida, from where I-10 crossed the Alabama line clear to the Atlantic waves in Jacksonville. The former place Josh called 'home' was almost dead-center between the two, and his Mom had asked every time they talked on the phone, 'When are you and your friend coming over?' Kyle had finally convinced him to take a long weekend and either just make an appearance and enjoy it without saying anything, or 'suck it up and get it all over with' while it was convenient and doable...and he would be there for support if need be. "Kyle, I love you so much and you know that. I am looking forward to going home and you being with me..." His head and voice both lowered as he finished with, "...but I'm just so scared I can't tell them." "Yes, I do understand that, baby. I also understand it's giving you an ulcer because you are thinking of all sorts of bad stuff that is never going to happen." Josh did an combined eye roll and forehead scrunch at that. "But Kyle..." "No buts, baby. You can't keep doing this to yourself." He really wanted to also add: 'Or doing it to us, either,' but he let that thought stay trapped in his gullet. He wrapped his arm around his lover, and kissed him softly on the cheek. "I'm not trying to force the issue, but dammit Joshie, how long do you really think you can keep it from them and saying stuff like you did to your Mom last night?" Josh dropped his eyes in semi-defeat at that one. The use of 'Joshie' well reminded him of his Mom's comment of: 'Oh. It's Tigger and Kylio, now is it?' He had dropped both his pet names for his soul mate during the conversation, but it was the big orange jungle cat one, that got the question raised. He wanted to either just break down and cry right then or scream back, 'Yeah it is and he calls me Pooh, too!' and let the chips fall where they may. Knowing he couldn't just coldly out himself on a phone call, he took a third option of rapidly switching the subject. Thankfully his Mom let it go also, but he could feel the uncomfortable tenseness during the rest of the call with her. Another large and loving arm hug came from Kyle, along with, "Joshua, there isn't anything I am unwilling to go through with you, but a nervous breakdown is pretty close to the top of the 'I don't wanna ever have to' list." He let the half smile get on Josh's face before closing the debate; for the moment anyway; with, "It's where you grew up and it's your family. Like it has to be with lots of other things we will go through, this time it's all about you. You take the charge of the rudder and wheel, captain...and I will follow your orders as forever faithful, first mate." The larger-than-life salute from Kyle made Josh's half smile instantly turn into a beaming, full one. "You are so smart at times, Kyle." "Yep! And a little smart ass at times too. But you like that about me." The wink and butt slap that came with that line made Josh burst into laughter, instead of the tears he had been ready to release only minutes earlier. "Thank you for being you, Tigger." "Hey...half of Tigg's job is helping his best fuzzy buddy get his head out of the honey pot when it's stuck there, isn't it Pooh?" When Josh stopped laughing at that question, he proffered one back. "Kyle. Can we take the big stuffed animals with us on the trip. Maybe just set them in the back seat or something?" The look Kyle saw on Josh's face, was the innocence of a small child that felt he had to ask permission to play with a new toy he had received for his birthday. What he thought might be in Josh's heart at the moment, was the same small child, but with a fear the toy wasn't truly his. He enveloped his younger lover and only said, "Of course we can, baby." That night when Josh wandered into the bedroom to join Kyle later, he noticed the big Tigger was sitting on the big Pooh's lap facing him. They both often used the giant stuffed animals around the house to let each other know what kind of mood they were in...emotionally and sexually. Kyle was stretched out naked on the bed with a seductive look in his hazel eyes. He quickly sat up on his knees as Josh stripped off his boxers and crawled in beside him. Before Josh could even speak, Kyle kissed him deep and then did a rapid tongue bath down his torso till he swallowed up Josh's erection. He pushed his young lover to his back and continued showering attention on his stone-hard shaft with his mouth. Josh simply laid back and enjoyed being Kyle's center of concentration. When Kyle had him totally primed and leaking pre fluid generously, he straddled Josh's thighs and wiggled himself up to squat down on his pubic region while going back to full make out mode again. The gentle undulations that he made with his firm butt cheeks made Josh ooze that much more and it wasn't long before Kyle once again took him to a new place in their physical relationship and palmed up a handful of both their pre juice to use as lube on himself. The look on Josh's face would be forever precious to Kyle as he saw the wide look of amazement coupled with an equally wide smile at the sudden realization that Kyle wanted him inside him. Kyle wanted tonight to be extra special for his lover. He wanted him to know just how much it was always a two way street in their relationship. As Kyle leaned forward and continued with the lip bites and tongue battling, Josh felt his cock being worked and slathered with more of the pre they were both almost squirting out. Then the strong hand helped it find the tight rosebud of Kyle's. A few semi-awkward movements later, his pulsing mushroom pierced the ring. He saw the grimace on Kyle's face but also felt the further shifts that would take his fuck stick deeper into the man he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He might be laying on his back; and Kyle may have a little control freak to his personality; but it was obvious that he was going to be the top tonight and that's what was wanted. As the initial pained look quickly shifted to one of pleasure, Kyle worked his jock buns down Josh's cock until he was fully impaled. A grin spread across Kyle's face and was followed with the gentle gyrations of a man ready to make love to his man by riding him to orgasm. Kyle wouldn't even let Josh stroke him...he wanted to do that too and just let Josh get all the attention. It didn't take long after Kyle began what they would come to call his 'Tigger bounce' on Josh's bone, before they both felt the imminent movement in their cum holders. As Josh felt the pressure build, he began to buck upward. He saw a new side of Kyle as a long deep howl screamed from the lips above him at the same time the first wave of thick, hot spooge splattered his chest and face. Josh's eruption was a half thrust behind and he began emptying deep inside Kyle with convulsions racking his entire body. By the time they had both stopped cumming, Josh's tummy, chest, neck, and face were a spider web of white ropes and his own juice was sloshing around inside Kyle. They stayed coupled together making out for the longest time until both were totally soft again. "Da~damn Tigger!" was all Josh could manage once their lips were unplugged from each other and cuddling. "What put you in that mood babe?" was added finally. Kyle only grinned and kissed Josh's nose first, then explained with, "Because I wanted it and I wanted you to realize sometimes it will be all about you baby...just like going home to see your family will be." Josh smiled wide on the outside and even bigger on the inside as the mind meld they now understood was their inner souls speaking, said: 'No matter what, we will get through it.' He knew without the need for further words, that the trip home to the farm that weekend would work out somehow. * * * * * Josh was noticeably nervous as he wheeled the Hummer off the county road into the long drive at his parents farm just after 1PM. Kyle had wanted him to drive so he could feel a little more confident at going home with his lover for the first time. They had talked off and on for most of the three hour trip about the fears Josh had, and Kyle had tried to be supportive but was beginning to wonder if maybe this wasn't the best idea at this point...as far as Josh outing himself to everyone anyway. The last bit of fear surfaced as Josh slammed on the brakes half way up the quarter mile long, crushed shell roadway. "Dammit Kyle," he started and a few large tears came with it. "I am so scared." Kyle reached over and squeezed his boyfriend's thigh. "I am telling you Josh, you don't have to say the first word. We can just be best friends and I am coming home with you for the weekend...just like hundreds of thousands of other college roomies do every year." He paused to let the thought settle before going on. "And if you still feel that way after being home a while, then we just let it ride this trip. I don't want you so much a basket case that you make me one too." Pizza Boy at the Door Ch. 18 Josh half grinned at the image of Kyle being anything but it in complete charge of himself. "Yeah. You don't like losing control at all do you, studmuffin?" "Quite the opposite, Josh. I learned playing hockey that you can only control so much at any point. That includes your own feelings." Kyle took Josh's hand and squeezed tightly as he stared into his blue eyes. "The next important thing I learned was that with the right teammates, nothing was impossible." He paused and smiled, then added, "You understand what I am saying, baby?" "That together we can own the world?" Josh teased back with. Kyle laughed softly. "Maybe not the whole world, but together we can certainly own the part that affects us. And that includes this weekend. Like I told you before, I am here for you whichever way you decide to take things." He squeezed Josh's hand again before concluding with, "I just want you happy and there is one part of your happiness that only you can control." Josh looked through the windshield at the large farmhouse. "My hiding who I am from my parents is what you mean." "Only if that is something that is keeping you from being totally happy, Josh. I can and will do just about everything else to ensure your happiness, but it's all your decision whether to tell them. That I can't do for you. I can only be here for you." Josh sighed deeply. "Well you know me better than they do, and probably already know what my decision is." He smiled as he squeezed Kyle's hand. "Yeah, I think I do baby. So let's just get up there to the house so you can introduce me and we play it by ear. I'll follow your lead when you decide it's time." Josh nodded his head and kicked at the accelerator to move the Hummer on up the long drive. "Together," was all he said. "Always," was Kyle's response. * * * * * "Well that seemed to go pretty well," was Kyle's critique of the afternoon and evening as the boys walked into Josh's old bedroom on the second floor of the family home. As soon as the door closed, he pulled his lover into an embrace and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. "What did you think, baby?" Josh didn't break the hug as he spoke. "Not bad at all. You and Dad sure seemed to bond well once the baseball game came on, and I think Mom likes you." He paused and scrunched up his nose. "Although...there was that obvious pregnant pause that hung in the air when she asked during dinner how we had met and become such good friends considering you live off campus and are four years ahead of me in school." Kyle snickered instead of bothering him with how he felt Mrs. Thomas had been a little standoffish with him. "Yeah, I know. I was leaving you the opening, but when I realized you weren't sure what to say, I had to jump in before you swallowed your tongue or made some crazy comment about blow jobs." Josh laughed and began to undress as he continued with, "I damn near peed myself when you just came straight out and said we met when I delivered to you one night." "Well, that was the truth wasn't it?" "Maybe not the total truth. You adding in that you were tutoring me in biology was a brilliant extra cover though." The grin that then formed on Josh's face came along with dropping to his knees and kissing Kyle's crotch. "This is a whole lot more how that meeting went if I remember correctly." Kyle twisted his fingers in Josh's thick blond locks and moaned softly as he was being nuzzled through his khakis. "Baby..." he began with a whisper. "...don't remind me in such vivid detail with your parents' room just down the hall." Josh jumped back up to his feet and grinned wide in Kyle's face. "What's wrong, Tigger? Afraid for me to make you go bOINg?" Kyle pulled him back into an intimate hug and crotch grind that told Josh he already had. "I just don't want you starting something we can't finish, Pooh." An evil smirk appeared. "It's okay, babe. My brother Luke used to sneak his girlfriend in at night when he was in high school and never got caught." "Maybe so, but Luke and a girl is a whole lot different than you and a boyfriend getting it on under their roof. Especially since they still think I am 'just a friend' that came home with you for the weekend." Josh's expression soured a little at those words. He asked, "Are you disappointed that I didn't attempt to tell them anything different yet?" as he continued getting out of his clothes. "Not at all. We laid enough groundwork by telling them about the dinner at The Melting Pot and the cruise...even if we did fib a bunch about you paying your way from saving up your tips. And I'm not all that certain that we didn't get half caught when I slipped up and made a joke about how bad you snore." Josh rolled his eyes and replied, "Oh yeah! That was a big screw up on your part. I might as well have just told them right then." "They bought the 'fell asleep while we were watching a movie' story though didn't they? Like I told you before baby, we are a team with this. I just have to keep up with you as you write the script." Kyle had been undressing for bed also as they talked and now standing in just his bulged up boxer briefs asked, "And speaking of scripts, since there are two single beds, what does it say about which one is mine?" The look on Josh's face was full of confusion until he realized that Kyle was assuming they wouldn't just cuddle up together in one for the night. "Yours...and mine...is the one without our suitcase on it." For the first time, he also recognized why his Mom had shot him a funny look when they first got there...they had brought only one suitcase! 'She has to be putting two and two together,' he thought to himself. "Are you sure, Joshie? I mean...what if your Mom or Dad comes to wake us up in the morning?" Josh laughed. "Dad will be too busy drinking coffee to do that, and Mom hasn't walked in on me since I was fifteen and she saw more morning wood tenting the sheets than she ever wanted to. No way will she chance getting a double shot of it with you here too." Kyle grinned at that vision and settled in on the bed they would share. After laying back and assuming a 'come hither' pose, he questioned, "So...you really think we can spend the night together in this small a space and keep our hands to ourselves?" Josh slipped in beside him and snuggled up tight. As his hand slipped inside Kyle's briefs he lustily challenged, "Not a chance stud. But I will promise to be quiet if you will too." Kyle moved his tongue between Josh's lips and kissed him fully as his own hand searched for the erection he could feel pressed against his abs. Once he had a firm grip on Josh he softly suggested, "Maybe if we both have our mouths full..." and left the rest of the idea to form in his boyfriend's brain. Josh grinned back but remained silent as their mind meld took over. He pushed Kyle's boxers down and felt his own undies being tugged just low enough for access when he spun on the small mattress. As they slowly and passionately made love to the other with their mouths, they succeeded in maintaining the required quiet...and shared the results with their tongues so there would be no crusty towel for Josh's Mom to find later. * * * * * Just as Josh had predicted, Mrs. Thomas only knocked on their door the next morning and announced that breakfast would be ready in thirty minutes. Kyle allowed Josh to convince him that they could share a quick shower safely. They grabbed the single shave kit they had brought and the two towels that were on the other bed, and headed for the bathroom. He was a little surprised that Josh hadn't pushed for a quickie while they were in the cramped tub enclosure together and simply accepted, "Save the boners for later," when Josh winked and used the line. Afterwards, they quickly dressed and headed downstairs. "So what do you boys have planned for the day?" was asked by Josh's Mom as soon as they sat down to the huge farm breakfast. After he told her that he was going to show Kyle around town and take him on a hike across the farm later, it became apparent it would also be only the first bit of the prying conversation that would come from her during the morning meal. Josh seemed oblivious to the direction she kept taking...asking things like whether they double-dated and if Josh was going to look up his old high school girlfriend Stacy while he was home...but the borderline inquisition wasn't missed by Kyle. 'She knows something and she isn't happy about it,' kept ricocheting through his mind. "Oh for crying out loud, Pam," Jim Thomas finally said to his wife. "Stop playing snooping Mother and let the boys finish their food. It sounds like they have a full day planned and it doesn't include getting the third degree." The look he got back was not a happy one, but one that included surrender. "Just remember to be back in time for dinner. Your grandparents are coming tonight too," was the last thing Mrs. Thomas said before Josh and Kyle left the table. * * * * * "You're the tour guide, so you drive," was the order Kyle gave Josh when they got outside to the Hummer. Minutes later they were headed down the road towards the small town Josh had spent most of his life in. Along the way he pointed out things like his favorite fishing spot, the field where he had gotten his first deer, and the woods where he and his buddies used to ride their trail bikes. 'Country boy through and through...but damn do I love him,' was the thought that Kyle kept to himself. Once in town, Josh drove around to show off the elementary and high school he had attended, the church he still belonged to, and the small downtown. Havana was the poster child for small towns with a population of less than 2,000, but one that enjoyed a decent tourist trade thanks to its reputation for antique shops and art galleries. Kyle managed to get Josh to park so they could check out a few. While they wandered through the second one, Josh continued playing tour guide as he explained that many of the farms had once grown shade tobacco for cigars and that the town was named for Havana, Cuba, which of course had its own reputation for fine tobacco. Now the fields surrounding the town were filled with corn, pumpkins, and cows. After a couple hours exploring the shops and listening to stories, Kyle could tell that Josh loved his countrified hometown. He grinned to himself as he thought, 'With Tallahassee only twenty minutes away, this would be a great little place to set up an old fashioned general practice and be a real doctor.' "So you ready for the next thing I want to show you?" broke Kyle's day dreaming of the future. The grin on Josh's face was impossible to miss. Kyle knew that smirk could mean almost anything, but simply answered, "Sure. I said you were the one in charge today. What's next?" The grin grew even wider as Josh teased with, "Trust me babe," and pulled him towards a restaurant up the street named 'Granny's Fried Chicken'. * * * * * Josh refused to let Kyle in on his exact plan as he drove back towards the farm after getting a to-go order of chicken, biscuits, mashed potatoes, half gallon of sweet tea, and two chocolate cup cakes. The only hint had been another smirk and cryptic comment of: 'Picnic in Hundred Acre Wood,' when Kyle poked for details. When they neared the family farm, Josh suddenly took the Hummer off the road a few hundred yards from the driveway at the house and down a well-worn dirt path along a large creek. They soon hit dense woods and Josh stopped the truck. "Grab the blanket and the food, babe. Time for a little hike," was all he offered. Many long minutes later, the woods they had been traipsing through came to an end and Kyle inhaled deep at the view before him. "This is so beautiful, Josh," Kyle gushed as he looked over the huge meadow and small lake in front of him. "This is the special spot you have told me about, isn't it baby?" Josh was smiling as wide as he ever had when he simply nodded his head and answered with, "Uh huh...and Tigger is the only person I have ever been willing to share it with." Kyle quickly set the things in his hand down on the grass and pulled Josh to him for a kiss. When he pulled away with a smile on his face, he stated, "Well Tigger is really happy about Pooh thinking that way, because this is about the most wonderful place I have ever seen." Josh smiled back and rapidly spread the blanket in the grass alongside the sparkling water. He told Kyle to just let the peacefulness of the scenery soak in while he busied himself setting out the meal they had brought along. Finally he spoke again. "Hungry after our little hike, babe?" Kyle dropped down to the blanket and snuggled Josh to him. He already knew that Josh had more than just a picnic in mind but was content with letting him take the lead. "Yeah baby. My tummy's been growling at the smell of that chicken long enough. Let's eat!" Once their appetites had been satiated with everything but the cup cakes, Kyle decided to pick one up and salaciously lick the icing off while staring into Josh's eyes. Josh did the same with his and then leaned in to share their chocolate-coated tongues. That was all it took for their other craving to take over and soon they were rolling on the blanket...simultaneously making out and undressing each other. By the time they were both completely naked, their passion was unstoppable except for one way. As much as he wanted to make love to Josh, Kyle knew that this moment was like everything else needed to be this weekend: all about him. He rolled to his back while pulling his lover on top of him. Smiling up into the blazing blue eyes as he locked his ankles behind Josh's butt cheeks, he murmured, "Take me, Pooh." Josh softly kissed the lips below him and then nudged his leaking erection between Kyle's legs. With nothing else coming from their mouths other than moans, Josh and Kyle moved together in total sync with each other for the next twenty minutes. Finally a joint and loud cry of pleasure announced that the fantasy Josh had had for so long...of making love in his private meadow...was no longer just a fantasy. After resting and a long conversation, Pooh easily succeeded in making Tigger go bOINg again, and relished every moment of having the same love making returned to him as he rode Kyle's hard cock to another combined orgasm. As they cuddled in afterglow, the sun moved further and further to the west, reminding them that they needed to get back to the farmhouse for dinner. They completed their long afternoon with a skinny dip in the small lake to clean off the sweat and cum blobs from their bodies. As they started back through the woods, Josh didn't tell Kyle, but he had decided that tonight was to be the moment of truth with his family. After the way the day had gone, he just knew it would finish even better. * * * * * Josh's Dad and Grandfather were sharing a smoke on the front porch when the boys pulled in and parked in front of the garage. The two men walked out and after quick introductions, the older man ran his hand over the side of the Hummer. "What a truck! Never seen one of these up close before." Kyle grinned at Josh and held out the keys. "Want to take it for a spin?" "You serious? I'd love to." The words came with a look of lust from both that only men can give a vehicle they are fascinated by. "Sure I'm serious. Just don't take it four-wheeling or bring it back with any Volkswagens wedged underneath it is all I ask." Josh watched as they both crawled up in the tall truck and smiled at Kyle as they headed off down the driveway. "You are so smooth," he declared. "You know that just made you their new best friend. Now if you just work Grandma the same way, we have nothing to fear." Kyle only smiled because he didn't want to say what was on the tip of his tongue. 'Yeah. Grandma will be no problem either. It's the coldness I feel from your Mom that keeps worrying me.' A few minutes later, Kyle had indeed worked his charms with Mrs. Thomas' mother in the kitchen where they were busy putting together a giant meal. They all talked for a short time and as the guys headed off to get cleaned up and change shirts for dinner, they both heard the older woman say, "Such a nice boy. And going to be a doctor. Very intelligent and polite. I think he is a good influence for Josh." Josh was already climbing the stairs and didn't hear the next words that came from his Mom. But Kyle did. "I hope you're right, because that's not my impression." The sentence was spoken as though there was ice running through her veins. * * * * * As soon as they entered the bedroom, both Josh and Kyle saw the evidence. Not only had they been busted, but a distinct message or two had been left for them. There were once again two fresh towels left for them, but instead of being placed together on the dresser like they had been the previous night, there was one laying on each bed. The bed they had shared was made which wouldn't have been all that unusual...except the pillow Josh had grabbed from the empty one and had been left on the one they had slept together in, had been returned to the other bed. Their shared suitcase was no longer on the extra bed either, but rather sitting on the small study desk under the window between them. It was if silent orders had been issued and a line drawn down the center of the room. "Ut oh," was all Josh said at first. When Kyle didn't speak right away, he added, "I think trying to decide to come out or not just got a whole lot easier." Kyle pulled Josh to him and hugged him. "Kinda looks that way, baby. You okay?" "Yeah. Not exactly like I had a real plan, but I wanted to tell her...not have her find out like this." A look of confusion suddenly appeared on his face. "The way everyone else is acting though, I don't think she told anyone." Hoping to still any bad thoughts, Kyle opined, "Or maybe she did and everyone else doesn't care." Behind the smile he offered with the words, he truly hoped he was correct. "Well let's get ready and back down there to face the music. I'm still not sure how I am going to do it, but all this just made me even more determined." Kyle hugged Josh again and said only, "Together." Josh squeezed him back and softly answered with, "Always." * * * * * When they hit the bottom of the stairs, Josh's Dad and Grandfather were already carrying food into the formal dining room. "Glad to see two more sets of hands," Mr. Thomas said. "They have whipped up enough to feed an army. You guys go grab what you can too, so we can sit down and enjoy it all." Kyle gave Josh a 'See...it's all okay' look as he followed him into the kitchen. It took a couple trips, but soon the table was full and everyone took a seat. Kyle looked at the ceiling and silently said 'Thank you,' for being able to end up beside Josh. He had an uneasy feeling and didn't want to be more than a quick touch away from his lover. "Would you like to say the blessing for us, Kyle?" came from Mr. Thomas. Josh beamed and nudged Kyle's foot as he rapidly nodded his head at him. "It would be my honor, sir," was all Kyle said before bowing his head and giving as best a Southern Baptist thanks for the meal and fellowship with Josh's family as his Catholic background could provide. The collective 'Amen' from everyone at the end told him his prayer had at least been acceptable, although Mrs. Thomas' seemed to be forcing hers. The next few minutes were like being a part of a production line as dishes, bowls, and platters made the way around the table. Once the final dish was placed back in the center, Josh looked at Kyle and announced, "This is where we stop worrying about being all proper. Dig in!" As if everyone had been waiting for the words, knives and forks clicking against plates became the only noise for a while. Pizza Boy at the Door Ch. 18 As soon as his mouth had emptied the second time of the most succulent roast he had ever tasted, Kyle looked to Josh's Mom and complimented her with, "Absolutely delicious, Mrs. Thomas. Could I get the recipe from you later?" Josh was about to put a forkful of seasoned mashed potatoes in his mouth when his Mom muttered just loud enough to be heard. "Why does that question not surprise me at all?" The tone and inflection was unable to be mistaken. "What's that 'spose to mean?" Josh demanded as he dropped his fork noisily to his plate. His Mom only shook her head as she mumbled, "Nothing, Joshua. Nothing at all." The look on her face said otherwise. Before Kyle could kick him under the table to let it go, Josh went on the attack. "No Mom. That DID mean something and it wasn't very nice. Kyle is an excellent cook and all he wanted was to be able to do a roast as good as you and grandma." "This isn't the time or place to discuss it, Joshua," was her dismissive reply. "Well I think it is the perfect time since you decided to make a snaky, stereotype comment like that." Before she had a chance to come back, he looked her straight in the eyes and added, "You obviously already know anyway, don't you? So why don't we let everyone else that matters to me in on the big secret?" The following silence hung in the air like a thick morning fog as Josh glared at her. "We will not discuss such things in my house...or in front of my parents." The slowly stated words were said in a manner meant to be taken as law. As another uneasy quiet engulfed the table, Kyle looked around and could see nothing but confusion on the other faces. 'Oh damn...' he thought, '...she knows but no one else does.' "Can I buy a clue, please?" finally came from Josh's Dad. He looked first at his son, and then to his wife. "No Jim. Leave it alone for now," was her response. Out of the corner of his eye, Kyle saw Josh inhale deeply before injecting, "How about instead of a clue, I just come out and say what Mom is so afraid of everyone hearing?" "JOSHUA JAMES! You will NOT say another word!" His Mom's voice was shrill. Josh was gritting his teeth as his Grandfather jumped in with, "What has you two so riled up?" "Go ahead and answer him, Mom." He reached below the table cloth and interlaced his fingers with Kyle's for strength and support. "We saw the little hints you left up in the bedroom, so I know you know. You can either tell them or I will." Kyle couldn't hold back any longer and softly said, "Stay calm, Josh," as he squeezed his hand and gave him a comforting look. Mrs. Thomas' face formed into a sneer and her next words dripped with contempt. "Since it is obvious that you are the one responsible for all this, you can keep your mouth shut." "Pamela Jean!" exploded from Josh's Grandmother. "I didn't raise you to be like that with a guest in your home." "And I didn't invest eighteen years in raising a son to be seduced into a choice like he has made, either." She paused only long enough to move her eyes to Kyle's. "I sure didn't raise him to send off to college and meet something like our so-called guest." Josh's Dad rejoined the verbal brawl with, "What in blue blazes are you talking about? Are you saying Kyle has Josh using drugs?" Mrs. Thomas lowered her voice and very calmly said, "I only wish it were drugs. It would probably be easier to fix that problem." "I do not have a problem," Josh quickly inserted. "You do though. You are a bigot. Even towards your own flesh and blood." There was hate in his Mom's eyes when she chastised him with, "Smart mouthing the woman who gave you life! Is that something else your faggot friend there taught you?" Suddenly the room was quiet enough to hear the proverbial pin drop and remained that way almost too long. Finally; remembering the last time he had heard that term used by his dorm roommate and how it had hurt so much; Josh looked at his Mom and through tears whimpered, "Please tell me I didn't hear you say that about the man I love and am going to marry." Once the initial shock of the words wore off, the conversation suddenly became both heated and jumbled as everyone began injecting opinions all at the same time. It quickly became obvious to Kyle that Josh had the support of all but his mother. As soon as there was a momentary lull in the combined babel, he chanced speaking up. "Mrs. Thomas," he began calmly, "you should be proud of Josh for the courage it took for him to be honest with the people he loves the most. Coming out to your family isn't easy to do." She fired back immediately with, "I'm anything but proud right now. Ashamed is a more correct term." "What the hell do you have to be ashamed about?" rocketed from Josh's tongue. His mom drilled her eyes into his and uttered in a commanding tone, "You know I disapprove of swearing in my presence." She paused and then added even more forcefully, "In fact that is the most perfect word for this entire perversion you have chosen: I DISAPPROVE!" Kyle lowered his eyes as Josh squeezed his hand even tighter before speaking again. "Then, Mother...I guess we have nothing else to discuss since I wasn't asking for your approval...only your acceptance so I knew you still loved me." More tears followed the words and then he slid his chair back and turned to Kyle. "She disapproves. I believe that also means neither of us is welcome any longer in her home. So I think it is time for us to go back to ours." * * * * * In spite of the pleas of both grandparents and his father, Josh had remained steadfast in his refusal to stay another moment in the house he had grown up in. Without saying so, it was obvious to Kyle that Josh had taken his mom's words as the line in the sand and he felt he had to be man enough to step over it. A little over an hour later, Kyle was staring through the windshield of the Hummer as it continued to tick off the miles on I-10 back to Pensacola. He occasionally glanced over at Josh who had finally succumbed to the emotional toll the day had taken on him and fallen asleep in the passenger seat. They had only traded a few words between them since pulling out of the driveway. Josh had told him he probably wouldn't be good company on the trip back, and Kyle had simply taken his hand and answered that he understood. As he listened to the fitful snores coming from the other side of the truck, he looked up to the dark sky and begged, 'Please God...let them both find the healing they each need so much.'