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Marco, Marty and the Twins - 29. Chapter 29
While Marco, Ben and Sam are away at the Powwow, Brian and Marty have some time together. Brian and Noah have an interesting evening which does not turn out as expected. Marty comes to the rescue with the result that Brian and Marty do some serious bonding. When Marco and the twins return they work out a surprising solution to Brian;s problem.
Marco, Marty & the Twins – 29
Copyright 2015-2016 by Nick Brady, all rights reserved.
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It was quiet at home with Marco and the twins away at the big powwow. Marty enjoyed having the time to chat with Brian and they went out to P. F. Chang's for Chinese at dinner time.
“So how is life treating you?” Marty asked.
“I'm good. My senior year is going well, I finished my Eagle Scout requirements and I'm just waiting for the Court of Honor. I would like to encourage Sam and Ben to finish their Star requirements before then. It would be neat if they could get those at the same time as I get my Eagle.”
“Yes it would. We appreciate all the help you have been with Sam and Ben, and not only just with Scouts.”
Brian shrugged, “They are like my brothers. I really feel that way. I appreciate you and Marco. My life would be very different without you.”
“I's mutual. I think maybe this is all kind of a God thing,” Marty smiled. “So how is work? How are you and Noah getting along?”
“I like the work and Noah and I sort of understand each other I think. I have talked about that with Marco a little, but I guess I've not talked as much with you. You know....”
“Yes I know. I am just not around as much as Marco. I don't feel slighted You know I am always here for you if you need me.”
Their server brought their dinner and the conversation flagged as they focused on their food.
Saturday proved to be a beautiful late summer day and Brian and Noah made some plans for the evening.
“I drove my car today,” Brian told him, “what do you think about going to a movie?”
“That sounds good. The weather is so nice it seems a shame to sit in a movie theater. “What would you think about going to the Admiral Twin Drive-in? We could sit in the car and watch a show,” Noah suggested.
“You know, I have never been to a drive-in. There aren't many of them around anymore. That sounds nice, I think they have a snack bar, we can get something to drink and some popcorn.”
“Did you say Marco and the twins were gone to a powwow this weekend? You wouldn't have to be home early.”
Brian grinned, “This sounds like a better plan all the time. Let's do it. Do you know what movies are showing?”
“Does it matter?”
“Since you put it that way, I guess not. We will have to kill some time though because I don't think the drive-in movie can start until it gets dark.”
“That's OK. How about we get something to eat before the movie?” Noah suggested, “What do you think about the Whataburger at 15th and Peoria?”
“Sure, a drive-through before the drive-in would be perfect,” Brian agreed.
They pulled up to the speaker and ordered, then sat in the parking lot to devour their burgers and fries. “Did you enroll in a class at Tulsa Community College?” Brian asked.
“I did, believe it or not. Introduction to Business. It meets on Tuesdays at Five o'clock so I will have to leave early on Tuesday.”
“Hey, that's really cool. I can cover for you then. I'm glad you took the plunge.”
“I am a little nervous about it to tell the truth. It has been a log time since I was in school, and this is like a college class.”
“No sweat, you will do fine. It's just a lot of reading.”
“I guess. Have you ever had any business classes? Are they hard?”
“I haven't, but how hard can it be? I mean you've been working in a commercial business for a long time. I bet you will be surprised at how simple it is,” Brian told him. “I am really proud of you for doing this.”
“Yeah, right. We will see I guess. Maybe you are a good influence on me Brian.”
“I hope so. You're a smart guy Noah. I think you're selling yourself short. This just might be the start of a lot of good things for you.”
“Maybe. I have to get out of the rut I have been in. Thanks for helping me see that. Maybe my next big accomplishment will be to clean up my apartment,” Noah laughed.
“Hey, one thing at a time. You don't want to overload yourself.”
They chatted for a little while then drove up to the big outdoor theater. One side had Batman versus Superman which looked interesting. “How bad can this be?” Noah asked.
“From the reviews I have read it might be pretty bad, but I am willing to risk it. Let's go,” Brian replied.
They paid and drove Brian's Camry in about halfway down in the center and pulled a speaker into the car window. It was not quite dark but they were playing previews and food ads on the screen as a few more cars began to arrive.
“I have never been to a drive-in movie before,” Brian admitted.
I came here before it burned down,” Noah told him. “They just rebuilt it not long ago.”
“I guess there used to be a lot of these at one time.”
“Yeah, I think TV killed them off. They used to be a popular place for girls to lose their virginity.”
“Really?” Brian laughed. “The family TV couldn't replace that.”
“Maybe that's why they rebuilt it.”
Finally, the screen lit up and the feature film began to play. It was not clear what the beef between the two Superheros was, but they put on a hell of a fight. The plot was obscure but the special effects were flashy and it was a fun movie to watch. Noah eased his hand over on Brian's thigh and they decided that the plot was not all that important. By the time the movie was over they had found other things to interest them.
“There is another movie in about a half an hour,” Noah reminded him.
“What is it?” Brian asked.
“I don't know. Do you care?”
“Not really. Do you have any suggestions?”
“How about we sort of drive up to Keystone and see what comes up?”
“Hmm, that might work,” Brian started the engine and they drove East to I-75 then up to the road out to Lake Keystone.
“There is a nice little beach just North of the dam,” Noah suggested. “We could go out and watch the submarine races.”
“The what?”
Noah slid his hand over Brian's crotch. “Use your imagination.”
“Oh, right. The submarine races. I always wanted to see those.”
The two horny young guys eased down the slope that led to the beach and Brian set the emergency brake on the car and turned out the lights. Noah slid over next to him and put his arm around his shoulder. “Be real quiet and see if you can spot a periscope rise up,” Noah whispered as he unzipped Brian's jeans and slipped his hand inside. He erection appeared and Noah whispered, “Ah, the periscope rises,” and he took it in his mouth.
Brian giggled, “Let the races begin.”
After some wiggling around both of them were naked and engaged in mutual exploration. It was a lovely moonlit night and the entire exercise became very animated.
Noah wet his finger and inserted it in Brian's ass which excited him a great deal. He had been fucked only one time in his life when as a young boy his camp counselor had initiated him to anal sex an a beach much like this one. The memory came flooding back and Brian was inclined to repeat the experience and did not resist Noah's advances. He released the seat's reclining mechanism, turned and leaned over the seat to provide access to his friend and Noah began to insert himself into Brian's willing backside.
There was a moment of mutual bliss and then Brian realized that his feet were wet. He dismissed the sensation then they both became aware of the sound of splashing water. They both raised up to look out the car window and saw that the lake was just outside.
“Shit!” Brian called out. “We're in the lake!”
“Damn, hit the brake,” Noah yelled and they squirmed around while Brian tried to right himself and stop the car from sliding farther down into the rising water.
Brian found the ignition and tried to start the motor. It fired and lurched backwards for a few feet then died with a sputter.
“God dammit, I must have kicked off the brake. Now what?” Brian looked out to see that the level of the water was just beneath the windows and the car was bobbing gently as the water continued to seep inside. They pushed the doors open with some difficulty, exited the car and attempted to push it back toward the shore. Of course still being nude, they were barefooted and poorly dressed for the task and made little progress. They did manage to ease it up high enough so that they danger of floating deeper was less, then reset the emergency brake and tried to make a plan.
“Holy shit, I can't believe we did this,” Brian cried out in distress. “What do we do now?”
“Maybe we should try to get our clothes back on,” Noah suggested.
With that they fished around under the water and retrieved their clothing, waded to high ground, then sorted out their clothes and pulled them on.
“The car is dead. We will have to get somebody to pull us out of the water,” Brian realized and extracted his cell phone from his wet jeans.
It was very dead. “Does your phone work?” he asked Noah.
“Let me try it. I have it in a pretty good case.” Sure enough it lit up and some hope was restored. “Who should I call?” Noah asked. “This is kind of embarrassing.”
“No shit. I don't know. I would call Marco but he is in Texas with the boys. I guess We can call Marty. I will never hear the end of this, but at least I trust him to help us out.”
“You call him,” Noah insisted. “I don't have his number.”
It had cooled off during the evening and now a stiff breeze was blowing in from the lake. By now they were both shivering from the cooler air. Brian punched in the number of Marty's cell phone and prayed that he would answer. It was after midnight and a very sleepy voice answered the call.
“Hello?”
“Marty, this is Brian. I'm really sorry to bother you but we have sort of a problem.”
“What's the matter?”
“Well, me and Noah are out at Lake Keystone and we've had a little accident.”
Marty sounded more awake now. “What's the problem? Are you guys OK?”
“Well, we are OK, but my car is in the lake. I think we need somebody to pull us out.”
“How did your car get in the lake? What kind of an an accident?”
“Maybe I could explain later. Could you get somebody to help us?
Marty paused. “Do you think I could pull you out with Marco's Fit? He has my Sienna in Texas.”
“Actually I think we might need a wrecker. The car is about ten feet out in the water.”
Marty was silent for a moment. “OK then, tell me where you are.”
“Well, we are at the beach just North of Keystone Dam. It's a long story.
Marty began to laugh. “I expect it will be a good story too. OK, I will be out there with a wrecker as soon as soon as I can manage. I have to get dressed and call somebody. Will you guys be alright until I can get there?”
“Yes sir. We will be fine, but hurry if you can. We are kind of wet.”
“I'm on my way,” Marty chuckled. “This is going to cost you.”
“I know. Thank you.”
Brian handed the phone back to Noah. “Help is on the way,” he said wearily. “Maybe I could start a little fire. Do you have a lighter?”
“I have a Bic in my pocket if it will still light.”
Noah located the lighter and after several good shakes and some vigorous attempts to blow the water out of it a feeble spark was achieved. After several more attempts it lit briefly then went out.
“I think the lighter will work. Do you think you can get a fire going Mr. Boy Scout?”
“I hope so.” Brian shifted into Boy Scout mode and began to gather up some dry grass and small sticks of dry wood and heaped it into what he hoped would make a decent fire. He crouched shivering over his creation and prayed to the fire gods as he flipped the Bic lighter. Finally it caught and spit out a modest flame which Brian eased into the dry grass and coaxed it into a small fire.
“Find me some more wood! Look up under the trees, there are always dead branches in there,” he called to Noah and stacked what wood he had into a decent fire.
Noah returned dragging several dead limbs behind him. “Is this OK?”
“Great, thanks,” Brian began breaking the limbs into smaller lengths and placed it on the fire which by now had reached a respectable size. “This will do us for now. Hopefully we aren't going to be out here for too long.”
They stood by the fire, turning first one way than the other, warming themselves and wishing that their wet clothing would dry. They were soaked, cold and tired.
“Well, up until the time we rolled into the lake we had a pretty good evening going,” Noah sighed.
Brian shook his head. “I know I set the emergency brake. I must have kicked it loose while we were fooling around.”
“That was bad timing, Things were just beginning to get interesting.”
Brian put the rest of the found wood on the fire and stood as close as he dared. “My car is ruined. I got water up over the engine and all the electrical is wet. It will never be the same.”
Noah shrugged. “I'm a bicycle mechanic, I don't know much about cars. Can't you just let it dry out and fix stuff?”
“I doubt it. I hear that once they go under water it's the end.”
“Well, you still have a good bike. I guess we will both be in the same boat.”
Brian sighed. “This is so embarrassing. What am I going to tell Marty?”
Noah shook his head. “Yeah, this will be hard to explain. Do you think Marty will really be pissed?”
“I don't know. He would have a right to be. He and Marco can be very understanding but this is kind of awkward.”
“Probably we will look back and laugh about this,” Noah chuckled.
“I guess. It might be funny if it happened to somebody else,” Brian admitted, “but it doesn't seem very funny right now.”
“Sorry Brian. This all seemed like such a good idea at the time.”
It was a good hour by the time they saw lights coming down the hill to the lake. It was Marty in Marco's old Honda Fit with a tow truck following behind. Marty got out and talked with the truck driver as they surveyed the scene.
“How'd y'all get in the water?” the driver asked.
Brian simply shook his head.
“Well I can pull you out but one of you needs to tie my cable to a tow point under that car.” The driver made it clear that he wasn't anxious to wade out into the water.
“I can do it. I'm already wet,” Brian shrugged and took the cable from the wrecker driver and drug it out to the car.
“There is a tow point just under the bumper on either side,” Marty called to him.
“I found it. There, see if that holds,” Brian replied.
The driver engaged the winch and the Toyota began to inch its way back towards the shore, lake water pouring out from under the doors. Once out of the water he pulled it up onto the truck and strapped it down.
“I can haul this back to town now. Where do y'all want me to take it?”
“Just take it back to our house,” Marty told him. “I'm not sure what we are going to end up doing with it.” Marty gave the driver their address and turned to Brian and Noah.
“Are you guys OK?”
“Yeah, we are fine,” Brian assured him. “I'm really sorry you had to get out of bed and rescue us.”
Marty laughed. “I's alright Brian. Let's get you home. Where do you want me to take you, Noah?”
“My bike is at the shop. Just drop me off there and I can ride back to my apartment.”
“OK then, you guys get in the car and I'll take care of the wrecker guy.”
Brian doused the warming fire he had started and they followed the truck back up the hill and started back to Tulsa. Marty swung by the bike shop and waited as Noah fetched his bicycle from inside.
“Pop the wheels off of that thing and stash it in the back of the car. I'll drive you back to your apartment,” Marty told Noah.
“That's alright, I can ride it home. I have put you to enough trouble.”
“Don't worry about that now. It's too late for you to ride home and besides, you're still wet. Just put it in the car and let's go,” Marty insisted.
They dropped Noah off at his apartment with his bike and started home. “So how was the movie?” Marty asked Brian with a grin.
“I'm sorry Marty. This is really embarrassing.”
“Don't worry about that now. Let's just get you home. We can sort out your car tomorrow.”
When they got to the house, Brian's Toyota was sitting in the driveway dripping water. “Why don't you roll down the windows and crack the doors so it will drain better,” Marty suggested.
Brian went over to the car and cracked the doors open releasing even more water. “Can't roll down the windows. The electrical system is fried,” Brian announced sadly.
“Well come on in the house. Why don't you take a shower and go on to bed. We can talk more in the morning.”
Marty woke up about Eight in the morning and went to Brian's bedroom to check on him. When he found the door open he looked inside to see that the bed was slept in but empty. Walking into the kitchen he found Brian sitting at the kitchen table over a cup of coffee.
“You're up early this morning. How are you feeling?”
“Stupid. Want some coffee?” Brian got up and poured a cup without waiting for an answer.
“Thanks. I take it you're not feeling too good about last night.”
“The only thing I am grateful for is that Sam and Ben aren't here this morning.”
“Don't be too hard on yourself Brian. People seldom actually die from embarrassment. It could have been worse.”
“Really?”
“Look, nobody was injured. It's not like one of you drowned or something.”
Brian sighed, “I guess. But I have lost my car and it was just so stupid.”
Marty sat down with his coffee and looked across the table and the dejected teenager. “Look, nobody gets through life without screwing something up. If this is the worse thing that ever happens to you then you're in pretty good shape.”
“But it was my fault. We shouldn't have been screwing around like that in the first place. It was probably me that kicked the brake loose and well, it was just stupid.”
Marty sat and sipped his coffee without responding. He tried to think of something that might make Brian feel better but decided that was not what Brian wanted to hear.
Marty stood up and went to the refrigerator. “Want some breakfast?”
“Don't you want to know what really happened?”
Marty glanced back at him, “Not unless you feel like I need to know. You are doing a pretty good job of beating yourself up without my help.”
Brian looked puzzled, “You are taking this awfully calmly. Aren't you pissed at me or anything?”
“No. If you had dunked my new Sienna I might be, but it was your car, not mine. It's not like I never screwed anything up in my life. How about some pancakes?”
“But I woke you up and made you bring a wrecker out to pull me out of the lake. I don't know what it cost you but I need to pay you back. You must think I'm a total idiot.”
“Would it make you feel any better if I yelled at you?” Marty asked as he started mixing pancake batter.
“But don't you want to know what really happened?”
Marty poured some batter on the griddle and glanced at Brian with a smile. “I have a pretty good idea what happened. I would guess that you guys got busy with something and were – distracted.”
“Well, that's a nice way of putting it, but yeah, that's what happened.”
Marty took a spatula out of the drawer and lifted the edge of a pancake. “Excuse me Brian, but you do recall that you are living with two gay men who have not exactly lived a monastic life up to now. Do you really think that anything you can do would really shock me? If you were being ugly and hateful I might be disturbed, but horny and stupid is hardly off the scale.”
He sat down two plates of pancakes and placed butter and syrup on the table. “Milk or more coffee?”
Brain looked blank. “Uh, milk I guess.”
“Look Brian. I know that you are embarrassed and I know that you hate it that your car got wet, but none of that is a deal breaker. You have been a perfect gentleman with all of us. You have made us proud that you are part of our family everyday that you have been with us. You are an A student and an Eagle Scout. Nobody is perfect for God's sake. What I expect you to do is put this behind you and get on with your life. You have more important things to worry about.”
“Really?” Brian gulped.
“You have a bike that you can ride to school and to work. You have money in the bank and we'll work out something for another car when the time comes. There is no doubt in my mind that you've learned something from this experience and will probably not forget what happened. You can tell Marco and the boys whatever you want to, but that's for you to decide. As far as I'm concerned this is a private matter between the two of us. Besides, the Toyota has insurance on it. Regardless of the circumstances it's not actually a total loss.” Marty gave him a direct look. “What is it about this that really upsets you?”
Brian chewed his pancake slowly and looked down at his plate. “I guess I'm afraid you have lost respect for me – that I've really disappointed you.”
Marty smiled gently. “If you tried to lie your way out of this or if you blew it off I might be disappointed. But you did what you needed to do and faced this squarely. I am proud of you for the way you handled a difficult and awkward situation. That's how I see it. Have I got this wrong?”
“I don't know what to say Marty. I guess I talk to Marco more than with you and maybe don't feel as close to you. Maybe I didn't expect you to be so decent about this.”
Marty shrugged, “I work a lot of hours and am not around as much as Marco. But that doesn't mean that I don't love you just as much. We all love you and are proud of you. Sam and Ben think you walk on water, no pun intended. If you feel like they need to know about any of this then you can tell them, but I really don't want to diminish you in their eyes. They need a hero and you're it for them. Let's just leave it at that for now, OK?”
“But won't they want to know what happened to my car?”
“If they ask you then you can tell them what you think they need to know. What I will say if they ask, is that you had an accident out at the lake and your car got into the water. That's about it. I won't lie to them about it I just won't tell them more than they need to know. It's your car, it's your situation and it's your story to tell, OK?”
Brain looked at Marty with a mist in his eyes. “Thank you Marty. I really appreciate you. I love you guys more than I can tell you. I think I am the luckiest guy in the world. Thanks.”
Marty grinned, “Well if you were the luckiest guy in the world You wouldn't have kicked off your brake, but you're welcome anyway. Want some more cakes?”
Marco and the twins got home late Sunday afternoon full of stories about the powwow. Nobody seemed to notice that there was still a puddle of water beneath Brian's old Toyota. Marty shared the story of Brian and his misfortune with Marco later that night when they went to bed. Marco approved of the way it had been handled and laughed about it. “Poor Brian. He must have been mortified to have to call you out of bed to come to his rescue, but I'm proud of him for stepping up and being forthright about it.”
“I knew you would feel that way. He just knew we would give him a hard time about it but he was hard enough on himself.”
“He's a good kid. I guess you would have to call this a learning experience.”
“I'm sure it was. He asked to borrow my phone so he could check on Noah. He was concerned for his friend and that speaks well of him too,” Marty shared.
“Brian usually takes the boys to school. I think I will take them tomorrow so Brian will have time to ride his bike to his own school.”
“His not having a car will be an inconvenience for all of us,” Marty observed. What do you suggest we do about that?”
“I don't know. Really, he just made Eagle Scout and will be graduating high school this year. What do you think about a graduation present?”
“You think we should get him another car as a gift?”
Marco shrugged. “We could afford to buy him something decent, even a new one if he would be OK with it. I don't want to hurt his pride.”
“I would be OK with that. What do you think he would be comfortable with?” Marty wondered.
“Most boys his age would go for a sports car but I see Brian as being a little more practical.”
“Right, me too. We could assure him that it is partly so he could provide transportation for Sam and Ben.”
“Well, as a matter of fact he will be a good deal of the time, and for the scouts. How about an SUV?” Marco suggested.
“I can see that. One of the guys at my office just bought a Hyundai Sante Fe. He took us to lunch it it he other day. It is a sweet looking car, roomy, good on gas and he said it was priced right.”
“I'm OK with it. Can we afford to do that right now?”
Marty chuckled, “Right now we could buy him a Cadillac. That's not a problem. Do you have time to look at one? Or shop around for something else if you have a better idea.”
“Don't you think you should do that? I've never bought a new car before.”
“Marco, you are tighter than the bark on a tree. If you can't drive a good bargain, no one can. The money is in the bank, just figure out what you think will work and write a check.”
“Marco laughed, “That sounds like fun. Are you sure?”
“Brian is worth it. We can have the Toyota hauled off for salvage and put the new one in the driveway. Whatever the insurance pays will take care of the title. Go trade horses.”
Marco took Sam and Ben to school in the morning and Brian rode his bike to high school. Marco went on a car shopping mission. He looked through the current car buying edition of Consumer Reports magazine and verified that they recommended the Sante Fe highly. He looked though the car ads in the paper and saw a Broken Arrow dealer that was closing out this year's models to make room for the new ones. 'No trade in refused' the ad said. He drove over in his old Honda Fit and looked them over.
The dealer had a red Sante Fe demonstrator with a few thousand miles on it that looked really nice. It was loaded with nice features, wood paneled trip and a moon roof. Marco drove it and thought it was perfect.
They haggled over the price a bit and the salesman asked, “Are you trading in your Honda?”
“No, the trade in will be a Toyota Camry that is a little newer than my Honda but to be honest it's in very rough shape,” Marco told him.
“I'll give you fifteen hundred for it sight unseen and at a zero percent interest rate,” the sales man said expectantly.
Marco thought for a moment and stuck out his hand. “It's a deal. Let's sign the paperwork. It's a graduation present and I would like to drive it home tonight.”
The salesman smiled, shook his hand and said, “The manager is out right now but I can take car of the paperwork myself. Are you willing to sign a contract?”
“Marco returned his smile. “I'm ready if you are. Will you take a check? We don't need to finance it.”
The salesman almost dragged Marco into the office and flew though the proceedings. Marco warned him that the Toyota was not running and told him where to come for it. Thirty minutes later Marco signed the papers and wrote out the check with the promise that he would come back for his Honda the next day, and drove the new car home. With Marty's help they pushed the Toyota out to the curb and put the new one in its place.
“Did you get a new car Daddy?” Sam and Ben asked as they watched from the front porch.
“No, actually this is Brian's graduation present. Don't you think he is worth it?”
“Yes, of course. He can take us to school in a new car! That's cool!” It had the twins' seal of approval.
Brian coasted his bike into the driveway when he returned home from work and saw the new red SUV. Assuming that Marco had traded cars, he said, “Wow, that's a beauty. It's about time you got rid of your old Honda.”
Marco tossed him the keys. “Sorry champ. It's not mine. It's yours. Hope you don't mind parting with your Toyota.”
Brain's mouth fell open, “Mine? But ….”
Marty grinned. “We tried finding an amphibious car but this was all we could come up with. Be careful with it.”
Brian walked over to the shiny red SUV, opened the door and sat down in it, his mouth still hanging open. “I can't believe this. You can't mean it. How could you, how will I, uh, uh....”
“Happy graduation Brian. We really do love you,” Marty told him as Sam and Ben piled in the car and demanded a ride.”
Brian sat stunned and then put the key into the ignition and started the motor. He looked at Marco and Marty and asked in disbelief, “Are you serious? I can't afford this.”
“No, but we can. And you're worth every penny of it. Now give your brothers a ride before they blow a gasket.”
Brian pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, blew his nose and looked at Sam and Ben. “Get in the back seat and fasten your seat belts boys. Let's go for a ride.”
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