Danny and Liam joined Terri in the living room where she was half watching the news. Danny sat next to her and kissed her cheek and Liam stood behind and kissed the other.
"Do you need me to do anything, Mom?"
"Not at the moment, except maybe decide what you want for dinner."
"How about broiled chicken and some steamed broccoli?"
"I’m not sure I have broccoli but there’s asparagus and peas or maybe some chick peas."
"I’m not picky; I’ll eat what we have."
"No sweetie, you’ve never been picky; allergic, but not picky."
Terri sniffed and asked Danny if he had just brushed his teeth.
"Oh that, no Liam gave me one of those mints that start out as gum but disappears."
"Would yas like to try one? I’ve the box right here."
"No I’ll pass, they’re no substitute for brushing you know."
"I know Terri, I had liverwurst in my sandwich today and it was a bit loud. The mints just turned the volume down a bit."
"Mom, I promised T.J. we would come see him when Todd and Darren went home, is it okay to go over?"
"Sure Danny, just don’t be long; Liam, will you stay to dinner?"
"I’d like to, but I planned to cook something for me Da tonight."
"Sure hon, I’ll run you home when you guys come back."
"Thanks Terri, I appreciate it; maybe you’ll let me and Danny cook some night."
"I might at that, I love being cooked for."
The boys scuttled out the back door and called out for T.J.
"Back here, I’ll open the gate."
And there stood T.J. in all his glory. Not a stitch of clothing and plenty of mud.
"You weren’t ready for that were you?" chuckled Greigh.
"It’s nothing we haven’t seen before just by lookin’ down."
"Well, if you don’t find it off-putting come on ahead. Can I offer you some iced tea?
"Not for me, thanks," answered Liam.
Danny answered the same.
"So, what brings you to our humble abode?"
"T.J. wanted to show us his trucks."
"Yes, he loves his trucks, they're real Tonkas from his Grampa Royal. He played with them when he was a little boy and Bryce restored them so T.J. could enjoy them too. The man is amazing."
"He seemed nice yesterday, we met him out front."
"Oh yes, how did that thing with the detective go?"
"Easy enough, the kid’s meds got messed up and he was a bit out of his head. So we all agreed there was no need to pursue it."
"I hope I could be as charitable, but if someone attacked T.J. like that, I’d want him to do life."
"Yeah, but that’s just it. He wasn’t really himself at the time. He wants to meet and talk to us. He wants to apologize. The detective thought he was being honest and I guess I believe him." Danny added.
"You’re awfully grown up to be just teenagers."
"But actually, we’ll be twelve next week. Me Da and his Mam are working out the details for a party. Would you like to join us?"
"I presume T.J. would be included?"
"Absolutely! I’ve already kind of got attached to him. He’s genuinely sweet and I always wanted a little brother," Danny smiled warmly.
"Well, let’s see what you say the first time you babysit for him."
"That sounds cool, I’ve never done that before, and Liam would help right?"
"You bet; I’ll teach him the music that goes with that poem; and maybe some others."
"I couldn’t remember the whole thing, I had to look it up. But I wrote it out and T.J. read and he memorized it."
"It’s cool that he can read at four; but yeah, he recited it for us yesterday."
"Hey, come on guys, I want to show you my trucks."
T.J. explained what each one was by name and model like his Ford f100 and his Caterpillar scoop shovel. He was animated as he demonstrated how each one worked.
"Do we get to play with them too?" Liam asked.
"Well, you have to be naked first so you don’t ruin your clothes."
"I don’t think your Daddies would approve of us getting naked with you."
"Why? Do you have different stuff than me?"
"I’ll field that one guys." Greigh volunteered.
"T.J. it’s generally inappropriate for boys their age to be naked with boys your age except maybe in the bath or a pool."
"Oh, but you both have a penis right?"
The boys nodded.
"Okay, do you have some clothes you can get dirty?"
Again the boys nodded.
"Okay, maybe you can wear them next time and we can play in the dirt."
"That sounds like a fine solution T.J., you’ve a brain in there don’t yas?"
T.J. just nodded and went on with his play.
"Well, Terri is going to run me home so I can get dinner going and she needs to get started with theirs."
"We’ll see you tomorrow T.J., have fun." Danny called.
"Okay, I’d come hug you but I’m really muddy now."
"You sure handled that well, most boys your age would have turned bright red."
"Can’t imagine why, we were all like that at one time. You sure don’t have to guess what T.J. is thinkin’, he’ll bleedin’ tell yas."
Greigh laughed as did Danny and they waved goodbye to each other.
"How soon do you have to leave?" Danny asked.
"It’s early yet, I’ve plenty of time."
"Can we talk for a while in my room, in private?"
"Sure Danny."
Liam and Danny kicked off their shoes and sat on the bed.
"Did that whole thing with Todd and Darren sort of get out of control somehow?"
"Well it was certainly spontaneous; I never knew a foreskin was such an asset."
"So you don’t feel bad about what I did or the stuff with the other guys?"
"What do you mean Danny, we were all into it."
"I mean when I took over and stroked you, it was such a turn on to have two dicks in my hand at once, it was unreal. But now I feel like a slut, I could feel you both squirting."
"But you’re my slut, Baby and I like that side of you. I mean we just made a big leap from rubbin’ against each other in the shower to dockin’ with two other guys. And besides that, I had your dick in me mouth and I loved it. Did I go too far; sucking you in front of them? I’m your slut, Danny. It was fun to play with them but I’m not sure how far I’d go with it."
"Me either, it might be fun and we could learn some stuff, but we can talk about that later. Right now you need to unzip your jeans Liam, you have to let me taste you before you go home."
Danny rose and walked to his door and turned the lock. "Mom usually knocks, but why take the chance."
"Are you sure? Yer not doin’ this because you think you owe me or anything are yas?"
"Nope, but I want you to feel how good it feels and I want your taste and feel you in my mouth."
Liam slid his jeans and boxer briefs off, "We can argue later." he giggled.
Danny buried his nose in Liam’s soft scrotum and inhaled. "You smell so good," Danny murmured as he began licking everything he could reach.
"That’s unbelievable, Danny," Liam moaned. With his mom roaming through the house, Danny followed Liam's example and when they were finished Liam had the same expression that Danny wore earlier.
"Was it as good as you hoped?" Danny asked.
"Better," Liam mewed. "Did you enjoy doing it as much as I did?"
"Yeah, I’m not sure which I like better. Y’know; giving or receiving."
"Oh yeah, I love your taste, Danny and the feel of you on my tongue. I’ll do this for you anytime you want."
"Same here, I love you, Liam and this is a really good way to show you."
Terri’s voice preceded her down the hall, she was singing Va pensiere from a Verde opera, she had a very good voice and Liam thought that maybe her and his Da might enjoy singing together. But as wonderful as she sounded it was a reminder that Liam was stretched out on Danny’s bed with his pants down and a soggy penis. He roused himself and began to put himself back together. With his jeans zipped, he pulled Danny toward him and kissed him with as much passion as was in his body. Danny for his part returned the kiss with equal fervor.
The boys shared one more very passionate kiss and Liam rounded up his backpack and jacket. They all went together to take Liam home, but Terri and Danny didn’t come in with him since they had dinner to deal with as well.
Liam polished off his homework in fifteen minutes and began prepping the lemon sesame chicken breasts that his new recipe described. Supposedly, the honey glaze was the key. With the chicken in the oven, he toasted a couple of slices of rye bread and then poured a glass of Bushmill’s for his Da then set them on the kitchen table. He uncorked a small bottle of Lambrusco to go with dinner and sat down to read and wait for his Da and the chicken. Just as the timer went off the Vedette could be heard rolling into the garage.
"Oh saints, that smells wonderful, what in the world are you cookin’ there boyo?"
"Hi Da, it’s a lemon sesame chicken with a honey glaze. My friend Laura sent it to me. We used to be at Hart before… well, you know."
"Ah yeah, cute lass, brunette and very bubbly."
"That’s her; I guess she landed on her feet at Marshall. She said she missed me and some of her other friends that went elsewhere."
"I’m glad to hear she’s doing well boyo," apparently at that moment Connor noticed the toasted rye and the glass of whiskey. He walked into the kitchen and scooped up his son in his arms. "You’re such a thoughtful lad, what would I do without you."
Liam didn’t answer; he just absorbed his father’s affection and the warmth of his embrace."
Connor put him back on his feet and kissed his cheek and Liam returned the favor.
"Go enjoy your whiskey Da, I’ve the veg to prepare."
Connor followed his instructions but brought the drink and the toast into the kitchen to be with his son. He sat on a stool at the granite counter and watched Liam cook. His son had received excellent grades in Home Sciences, especially cooking.
"We managed to get the banquet room at the Dancing Snake for your party. Richard is very excited to host your party. What sort of band do you want?"
"A small one probably, five pieces with a good repertoire."
"Aside from the kids you hang out with at school who would you like to invite?"
"We sort of invited T.J. and his Dads and I asked Tristan. Danny may have some others and I thought maybe some of my friends from busking, there might be a few others, I'd like to invite Brian and Calvin. You’ll take care of the guys at work right?"
"Certainly, they’re family."
"Do you know if Terri has picked something out for Danny?"
"She hasn’t, she asked me to check with you for ideas."
"I know he’d love a piano; he plays pretty good and he misses it."
"That’s a great idea. I guess she has trouble getting him to tell her what he wants."
"It’s not that Da, he told me that he doesn’t ask because it would hurt her if she couldn’t do anything about it. He’s really sweet that way."
"I can see why you love him son; I’m pretty fond of him myself."
"I had a dream where you and Terri got married and we all lived together. Do you think that might ever happen, Da?"
"I can’t say, Liam; it’s difficult for us because of work and all. But I wouldn’t mind.
"I like Terri, but I understand what you mean. We all just seem to fit so well together," Liam said as he plated the chicken and prepared to serve.
"That was absolutely delectable lad, you’ve outdone yourself. The Lambrusco was a good choice as well."
"Thanks Da, I’m glad it turned out; Laura gave pretty good instructions on the glaze."
After dinner, Liam played guitar and joined his Da in singing Santa Lucia and then Libiamo. Liam had never told his school friends about his and his Da’s love of opera.
"You know Terri has some great pipes, she was singin’ Va pensiere earlier and she sounded grand."
"I’ll have to take that up with her before Richard drags us all out for another Karaoke night."
"I like Richard's voice, he's a very respectable baritone. I especially liked his Riders in the Sky in Mandarin," Liam observed.
"Did you or Duane catch any of it to figure out if it was even close to the English version?"
"Only a word or two, Duane is more fluent than I am and said it was a little off but not bad," Connor replied.
"Maybe we could all do some Gilbert and Sullivan together," Liam suggested.
"That would be grand, lad."