Rocked To The Core - 25. Revisiting the Visit, and Back Home

Monday Evening September 18

It's a little too noisy to have a quiet conversation on a plane. Jeremy waited until we got home, and Adam was in bed to share details about his visit with the asshole. His word, not mine. Although after hearing what happened, I could hardly disagree.

"You were happy the whole way home. How did the visit go?"

"Oh, it was glorious. On the way there, I stopped at a drugstore to pick up some gauze and tape to cover my right hand. I wrapped two fingers and my thumb on the left hand, making sure the wedding ring was visible. I wanted an excuse if he wanted to shake hands. I was sitting at a table in the visitor's room when they brought him in. I purposely kept my hands below the table. He reached out, like I knew he would. He had to believe the money made me forgive him. I lifted my hands to show they were injured. I made sure to put my left hand just a little bit closer to him than the right."

Flashing back earlier in the day.

"What did you do to your hands?"

"Accident at work, nothing serious, as if you really care."

"Listen, Bryson. When they told me you were coming I thought this was going to be my chance to apologize about how I treated you."

"An apology won't cut it Mr. Burlington."

He flinched when I didn't say dad or father.

"That's right. You don't deserve any of the titles you were expecting. What you did to me was unforgivable, so don't even try."

"OK. Well, but I do have to thank you for coming. Winslow is only a few hours from here at school. I was hoping I'd see him, but so far, you're it."

"Well, the next thirty or forty years are going to be awfully lonely, because this is the only time I'm coming. One way you're lucky here is you have a hundred doormen at your disposal. Every time you walk through a door, someone else will open and close it for the rest of your miserable life."

"Why are you being so mean?"

"Pffft. You're kidding, right? You really don't know."

"No."

"You find out I'm gay. You hit me hard enough to knock me unconscious. When I wake up, you kick me out of the house. I have nowhere to go. I figure if I'm going to be homeless, I'd better do it someplace warm. I hop a bus to Fort Lauderdale, and spend two nights sleeping in a cemetery. Then it's two months living in a shelter, selling myself so I could eat and save up enough to get decent clothes, a job, and someplace to live.

I find someone who loves me unconditionally, like a certain asshole across the table should. Practically get killed in a work accident, and lose my memory. Finally, when things return to normal, I try to take my name back, and get arrested for fraud. I'm out on bail and you show up to drag me back home, lock me in my room. But I escape, turn myself back into the cops, because I have nowhere else to go. And you wonder why I'm being mean. You're so fucking stupid. By the way, How do you like my wedding ring?"

"It's nice. So you decided you're not a fag after all?"

"I'll let that one slide. Say it again and I'm gone. And no, my husband gave me this ring. I will be man enough to say thank you for the money and the house. We closed on the sale this morning."

He cringed when I said husband.

"You sold my house?"

"What did you expect us to do, live in it?"

"I was figuring one of you would."

"Al and I are settled in Florida. After he heard about you killing mom, Win wanted no part of it either. Anyway, we came up just to sell the house. I figured since I'd probably never be coming back to Georgia, I'd use the opportunity to tell you how I felt and tell you about my life now. Now that a particular asshole won't be part of it any longer."

"Hey! I'm still your father, like it or not, you'll treat me with respect."

"Not. And I'll treat you however I want. You'll be civil, because if you're not, you'll go back to your cell quite a bit earlier than you hoped. The money from the house will be going toward my son's college education."

"How do you have a son?"

"Derek's little cousin lost his whole family when his father went psycho and killed the rest of them. He, at least, had the decency to kill himself too. Derek and I got married, petitioned the court for custody, and now Adam's ours."

"Some judge let two f... gay men adopt a boy?"

"Close to a goodbye mistake there. No, we're just his guardians at the moment, but adoption is still possible. I relish the thought that you'll have a grandson you'll never see. I also wanted to let you know that I used your money to buy a condo for the three of us to live in. I figured you'd never need it. We're sending you the $50 every month you asked for because we're human."

"You bought a condo? With my money?"

"Guess what Mr. Burlington? When you signed the powers of attorney, for all intents and purposes the money became ours. We're able to do with it as we see fit. My husband and I needed somewhere to be able to take care of Adam. Your money came in mighty handy."

Another cringe when I said husband. I need to work it in a couple more times. If I can. I can see he's getting more agitated by the minute.

"I was hoping you'd just keep an eye on it until I got out."

"Are you so stupid that you don't know that life without parole means you're never getting out?"

"My lawyer's working on that."

Time to stick the daggar in.

"I guess you don't know then that Sneed is gay too?"

"No he isn't."

"Sure is. I heard him say something about going home to see his husband when he left the federal court that day."

"Great. Now I need another lawyer. I'm not gambling the rest of my life on some fucking faggot."

I stood up and started walking away. My smile started with the consequences from when he opened his ignorant mouth.

"Get back here you fucking faggot! I'm not done talking to you yet. Great, go home and fuck your faggot husband in the ass. You're dead to me."

"OK, Burlington, the visit's over. I hope you enjoy your time in solitary. I counted four instances of words forbidden in this room. At one week each, that’s a long time. However, I bet you'll be pulling your hair out of your head after two days."

"There were two more right before that outburst, guard. Give him six."

Back home with Derek and Jeremy Monday evening.

"No wonder you were smiling. You told him how you felt and set him off for four or six weeks in solitary. He must have other charges, demerits, whatever. Cursing in the visitor's room doesn't seem all that bad."

"There were a bunch of rules up on the wall. Mainly because some visitors bring kids, they crack down hard. There were a few more, otherwise minor, offenses. All had penalties in solitary. The one that I couldn't figure out is chewing gum gets you a day."

"Wow. That must be a tough place."

"I guess. And he's not tough. I can imagine him crying in that dark hole already."

"Well, that chapter of your life is over. What next?"

"Absolutely next is making love to my husband. After that, we'll figure it out as we go."

"Can't argue with that logic."

No sooner than the bedroom door was closed before our shirts were off. Our lips then locked together and stayed that way all through struggling to get the rest of each other's clothes off. Once naked, we lay down on the bed, fondling each other. I broke the kiss.

"I need you. Now."

Jeremy lay back on the bed. I reached into the nightstand for the lubricant. Jeremy was hard as steel. Often applying the lube was usually the final step that made him rock hard. He was already there. I lubed up his penis and my anus. I straddled him, hovering just above his turgid cock. I lowered myself onto him faster than I ever had before. He grabbed my hips and I rose. Again and again I lowered myself until I could get no closer. Repeatedly raising up once again. I leaned back to have his cock massage my prostate. He exploded inside me. I simultaneously exploded onto to his stomach, chest, and neck. I laid back down on him and we kissed until he softened enough to leave what felt like a gaping hole in me. I rose, went to the bathroom to clean myself up and for a washcloth to wipe my cum off our chests. I laid down next to him and he fell asleep with my arms wrapped around him. I followed him into slumber seemingly moments later.

Tuesday September 19

Jeremy must have set his alarm when I went into the bathroom last night. It woke us both up two minutes after six. Apparently, neither of us heard it right away as it was set for 6:00. Jeremy showered, got dressed and left for work with a kiss to send him on his way. This should be his last week on the job at the current site. It was somewhere in Kendall, about forty minutes south of us. His next job is supposed to be here in town, so the alarm will be set closer to seven.

I made sure the alarm on my phone was set, so I would get up in time to get Adam ready for school. He enjoyed school and actually looked forward to it every day. If he's a typical male, that will change in just a few years. We had breakfast together, and I walked him to school.

"See you later Uncle Derek. Love you."

"I love you too, kiddo."

I walked back home, thinking how my life has changed in the past few weeks. Marriage, Adam, the condo, a new job. I realized I was happier than I'd ever been before in my life. It felt good. No, it felt better, like Jeremy said last night about his visit with the asshole; it felt glorious.

I met Adam after school and we walked back to the condo.

"Feel like pizza for lunch?"

"Yeah!"

We hopped in my SUV and headed to the local mom and pop pizza place nearby. While we were eating, Adam filled me in on the goings on at school. After he finished talking about what he learned, he switched gears.

"Do you remember Andy from the meet the teacher night and the party?"

"Yes. The one whose father made him leave."

"He asked if I could come over to his house to play someday."

"I don't think that's a good idea, with the way his father treated us, and Andy."

"It's OK. Andy said his parents are sprated."

"Sprated? Do you mean separated?"

"Yeah, that's it. His dad doesn't live with them anymore. He said his mom threw him out a week ago. His mom told him they had a straining order, so he couldn't come back home.

"It's called a restraining order. But, in that case, yes, you can go play with him. Ask Andy to have his mother write down their address and telephone number so I can talk to her and set a date."

"Address and phone number. Got it. Can I get another slice?"

"Still hungry?"

"Yeah."

"Let's go back to the counter and we'll both get another."

"Can I try one with olives and peppers?"

"Sure, you can try anything you want. I'll get myself a plain slice, in case you don't like it. What made you want to try that?"

"Andy says he likes it."

"That's good enough for me."

Adam liked it too. I'm glad, because although I like olives and peppers, they're not in my top ten choices for items on pizza. I should take him and Brenda out for pizza together. They're a perfect pizza match.

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