Welcome back, my anonymous friends. My edited out chapter ‘The Accident’ was well received so I want to continue with more. Many read and some commented on the last chapter and I am happy about that. Some things I left out before but now I find a need to share.
This chapter picks up where we left off in the last and continues into late August of 1980. By its self, I suppose this chapter is nothing more than sex with no history. Please read ‘The Accident’ or better yet, go back to the beginning with ‘Robby and Ryan The Beginning’ so you may enjoy everything as a whole; people, places’, the dynamics of us, and what brought us to where we are today.
I want to warn you ahead of time; this chapter involves sex between men and men, women and men, and women and women. Robby and I spend a sex-filled weekend on the boat and he has his first taste of another man and gets his dick wet for the first time.
I received criticism for the last chapter and expect even more with this one because I should have never let it happen. It was 1980, I was twenty years old and Robby was eighteen but like I told a reader: ‘everything Rob and I lived through made us who we were and who we grew into.
In the Robby and Ryan biography last year, I used ‘From the Author’ as a forum to share thoughts and answer questions that you, the reader may have. I’ve made comments in the past that I would like to make again.
I want to thank some of the other authors for their inspiration they have given me along the way and the hours of reading enjoyment their stories have provided us all.
Ice, Thank you. Bill Hudley, a big Thank you. Richard Adams, Thank you. Grant, Thank you. Big D thank you for another installment of Tylor. These fine writer-authors along with many, many, others, have provided you, us, the readers, with hours of pleasure. Please don’t feel bad if I haven’t acknowledged you personally.
We, the authors, spend days, and sometimes weeks or more, writing, rewriting and editing what you all enjoy for free.
I find it disheartening when I read an enjoyable story that has been read by thousands and see that only a few have rated and even less left a comment; less than one present in some cases. I speak only for myself, honestly, only for myself, when I say, “Shame on you.”
We, the writers, write for our own enjoyment and other reasons; but we do it for you as well. Our stories are, our children. These are our thoughts, dreams, and in my case, memories. And we choose to share it with you. The least, the very least, you can do, is rate and comment. I mean no disrespect, honestly. But come on.
Robby and Ryan: 1980
I dressed in my own 501’s then stood at the doorway of the shack; my cutoffs straining as I looked at the two men I loved the most. I saw it with my own eyes. Parker had again asked Rob what he meant when he said, “This time.”
“Can I show you something, Parker?” Rob asked. And Parker nodded. “Give me your hands,” Robby requested as he sat in front of him. And Parker complied.
I had no idea what he was doing. Rob placed one of Parker’s hands on each side of his head and covered them with his own.
At first, it appeared to be nothing but then I felt it; I think before Parker. Shit was just flowing out of Robby; colors I had never seen before exploding from him like a tornado and surrounding both of them.
I watched Parker’s face; it showed every emotion that a heart can feel. His eyes were closed tight like Robs and I could tell he was struggling to hold back the tears; a cascade of emotions; but poor Parker was failing. And I could feel that too.
Robby was lost in what he was sharing. This was something we had done; never meant for someone else. But this was so much more. Parker was completely overwhelmed; tears now rolling from his closed eyes as he tried to let go of Robby; not wanting to see any more. I had never seen him like this.
I was frozen; just watching. Parker’s face was contorting and his lips were trembling. He cried out Robby’s name and pulled his hands away, covering his face, and openly weeping as he shook.
“Parker, I’m so sorry, Parker,” came from Rob’s mouth, realizing what he’d done as he wrapped his arms around him; but Rob was pushed away.
Robby didn’t understand or comprehend at the time how strong he’d grown and what he could do without even really trying. And I didn’t either.
Parker was crying uncontrollably and Rob was trying to comfort him. And I’d seen and felt it all, too. This was much like the first time I touched the tree and had all those subliminal hit me at once.
But this was different. Many of Rob’s memories and emotions, all his feelings and pain had been shared. And it included the deer. Something never meant to be shared with anyone ever again.
Rob thought maybe he could give Parker a glimpse; just a tiny view into what we had, but he had thought wrong.
Parker saw lifetimes pass in the blink of an eye. Lifetimes full of love, happiness, confusion, sorrow, and death. Somehow Rob was able to show it all to him; most he never intended.
Parker was freaking out. He was hysterical. Denial was pouring from his body. He had seen and felt what Robby had shown him but his brain was unable to accept or comprehend it.
I heard Rob say “No” in his head and he looked back at me. I had seen it too; so much of it Rob had never let me see before and I was trying to process just like Parker.
Rob focused on Parker again who was still holding his face in his hands; crying and shaking his head back and forth in total denial.
“Parker, please look at me,” Robby begged. But Parker couldn’t pull his hands from his face. Robby turned to me and saw the look in my eyes.
“Ryan, I wasn’t trying to, I didn’t mean to, I was only trying to show.
Parker, look at me,” he asked again turning back to him.
I had seen things before; snapshots of the past that Rob had shared with me; what he wanted me to see, but this was a flood of shit; way too much to sort and process, even for me. It seemed Robby had lost his filter; his ability to show only what he wanted and Parker was freaking, fucking, out. And for some reason, Robby was able to share with someone other than me.
Park was sobbing and I walked out sitting behind him in the lounger. I wrapped my arms around his chest from behind pulling him back against me trying to comfort him. I felt his fear and confusion. What Robby had done scared him like nothing had ever before.
“Parker, calm down. It’s ok.” I whispered in his ear rocking back and forth with him. “Robby didn’t mean to,” and finally I snapped, “PARKER” and it jolted him.
Rob could hear me screaming at him in my head. I was so… fuckin pissed. “How could you? What the fuck were you thinking? Why did you do that? He is fuckin terrified of you, Rob. Why would you do something like this to anybody? Why Parker, Rob?”
I closed my eyes and rocked Park in my arms trying to comfort him. I heard Rob snap his fingers and say, “adyla, omeca.” And I opened my eyes to watch them walk away.
Parker had seen it all; Rob and me living, loving, and dying; over and over. The thing was, was that it was so much more than that. He felt all of the emotions; the feeling of being complete, and then the feeling of loss. Poor Parker had seen and felt lifetimes in little more than the beat of a heart.
As much as I wanted to go after Rob I couldn’t leave Parker. Rob was devastated. He wouldn’t have done it had he thought this might be the outcome and I knew that. He just wanted to share a little with Parker. He knew Park had been at the hospital with us.
The coma had somehow strengthened Rob. Whether he took something from me, or the time he spent with Sylvia; everything had changed. I don’t know if it was partly because of Justin, or if Sylvia had somehow empowered him; made him stronger; fuck, I just don’t know. And I never found out.
Rob and I had a connection that wasn’t shared with others. He was much stronger than me and had the ability to be in my head. I, on the other hand, was connected to his body in a physical and emotional way, could feel, could help mend, but I didn’t remember the past as he did.
I sat with Parker until afternoon. I had no idea how long Rob had been gone but it was a while. I knew Parker was different now; this had changed him and he would never be the same.
When Parker calmed I tried to defend Rob. I wanted him to understand that Robby never meant to show him everything like he had; would have never done anything to confuse or hurt him, and there was nothing to be afraid of.
“He loves you so… much, Ryan. That’s what he wanted me to see,” he explained, tears still in his eyes. “How can he know all this shit?” He asked in his confusion. “Chancellor, you have been holding out on me. He loves you so much it hurts him, Ryan.”
With tears in my own eyes, I explained, “It’s that way for both of us, Park. I saw and felt what you did; I know it’s hard to understand but what you saw was us.
Parker, Fuck. You’re going to have to think about this a long while; I know it’s hard. And then the three of us will talk.”
Parker had somewhat recovered. Now he was full of questions that I didn’t have the answers to.
“I have to go find him, Park. He thinks I am mad at him. I have never screamed at him like that before, Parker. And he is hurting so bad.” I explained.
“You didn’t scream at him, RJ.”
“I did, Parker,” I explained. “You couldn’t hear it but Robby did. I’m sorry, Park. Robby never meant for this to happen.” I assured him.
“I’ll find the squirt, Chancellor.” He said and stood up.
I followed a little way behind Parker as he walked through the campground and down to the river. I saw Rob and Lady sitting on the dock and Park sat down next to them. A visible shroud of sorrow and confusion surrounded Rob.
He was struggling; I could feel it, and Parker put his arm around him in a motion of forgiveness pulling Rob to his shoulder. I watched them for more than an hour. I don’t know what they said to each other but Rob’s colors returned to normal.
I left them there and walked back to the shack. I made sandwiches along with some hard-boiled eggs, pickles from the fridge, and threw out some chips. I was drinking a double when they came strolling back into the site like nothing had happened.
Parker was smiling and Rob hung his head as he looked at me and Parker pushed him in my direction. Robby stood in front of me, his eyes looking at the ground, and then they met mine.
I could hear him stumbling over words in his head; his desperate want for me to not be mad at him. And I crumbled. Parker watched the silent conversation as we looked at each other. He understood all too well now.
Rob and I argued over who was sorry as Park watched our inactions. Parker was now the only person who ever knew what Rob and I shared other than Sylvia.
I stood and held out my arms to him as he buried his face in my chest. I stroked his hair and I couldn’t help but cry. Parker came up wrapping his arms around both of us.
We talked over lunch; each sharing what had happened and how it made us feel. Parker seemed to be OK with it now. Rob had answered many questions and the few hours had allowed him time to process, allowed him to understand as best he could, and he wasn’t scared of Robby anymore. I breathed a sigh of relief.
We were smoking a fatty and laughing when Ranger Rick came strolling into our site with Lady making his presence known. He was dressed in a tight pair of cutoffs and a tank top; we all saw him differently.
“This is a family campground, guys,” he said, as he took the blunt from Parker, taking a big hit, and handing it back with a smile. We all broke up laughing.
We talked for a while and to a trained eye, it was obvious that something was going to happen between Park and the Ranger. I was hoping we would be able to come back next year.
Park and Rick departed; Robby and I were left by our selves for the first time. There had never been such a level of discomfort between us before, and I apologized to him again.
I tried not to let it show; my sadness about what he never shared with me, and wouldn’t have, had this not happened. Rob, was scared, nothing like this had happened before and he was going to make sure it didn’t ever happen again.
“I never meant to keep things from you, Rye,” he started. “But I don’t want you to hurt as I do.” He admitted. “I know you want to remember and I have tried to share the best of times, but they weren’t all good.” He confessed. “Trust me.”
He looked at me and said, “Please don’t Ryan.” He knew I was trying to dig, trying to see more, and he had grown strong enough to keep that from happening. And he always would be.
Robby opened up to me and shared how things changed after the accident. He didn’t know what it was but he felt it when he woke up. He had never tried to connect with anybody other than me and didn’t realize what could happen.
He wanted Parker to know how good things could be, how love could be everything, but once it started he couldn’t hold it back.
On top of that, Rob had become more acutely aware of his surroundings and the people around him. For him, it seemed he knew things without having to see them.
“This will never ever happen again, Ryan.” He promised. “This is going to be so hard. I don’t want to shut you out, Rye, but I don’t know how to fuckin, do, this,” he finally admitted.
We lay in our bed after an hour of early morning lovemaking and could hear Rick and Parker talking outside. They’d had a good time.
I could tell by the tone in Parker’s voice this was something more. Rick was more than others had been; boy or girl.
Lady growled when he came in, and him calling her a bitch only caused her to growl louder; it made him pause. Rob said her name and she stopped.
“She doesn’t like to be called a bitch any more than you do, Parker. What part of that don’t you get?” Rob scolded.
“You really don’t want to piss her off,” he finished as he raised his head from my chest.
Parker was acting like a schoolgirl. OK, bad analogy, but he was. He was giddy. The sun was coming up and he and Rick had been gone all night.
“So, Chancellor’s,” he started. “How would you feel about driving dads Vett home and letting me stay for another day or so with the truck and shack?” he asked with a sheepish look.
“Parker,” Rob said. “We want to be able to come back here again, you know.”
“Robby, if things go the way I think they might, you will be able to stay for free.” And he laughed.
We all talked as I made breakfast and Park admitted there had been no fucking. But he was pretty sure there would be.
Rob and I were dressed in our cutoffs and wife beaters as Parker threw me the keys for Chucks’ Corvette. ‘It was so fucking sweet’.
This dream was candy apple red, t-top, along with awesome fuckin pipes that had a deep rumble when I started it up.
“She won’t get in, Ryan,” Rob announced. “She doesn’t think there’s enough room.”
I said, “Close the door for a minute,” and he did.
I told him to sit Indian style in the seat and open the door again. Lady didn’t hesitate this time and crawled into the car and squeezed in the small space on the floor.
It was Saturday; Rob and I had been gone a week. We drove the North Cascades’ Highway home even though it was two hours longer and I was falling in love with Chuck’s car.
I was holding Rob’s hand and would look at him as the sun and shade of the trees ran across him while we tooled down the mountain highway.
He pulled my hand to his lips and kissed it. “Are you perving on me again?” he asked, looking at me with a smile.
“Guilty!”
We were all happy to be home and it was funny to watch Lady run out to the tire we had put over the stump of an alder. She loved that damn thing and would chew and pull on it for hours. Part of what made her so strong.
Parker had not shown up when we went to bed Sunday night but just before dawn Lady let us know. Rob woke me and said, “Parker’s back.”
We both stood naked at the French doors as it was getting light looking at Parker with his feet in the hot tub and that big dick in his hand.
He was naked; lying on his back, his clothes discarded, and he was pleasuring himself. I laughed and turned to walk away but Rob wanted to watch.
“He knows we’re watching, Rye.” He told me. “I think he’s doing this for us.”
“How do you know that, Rob?” I questioned. “I don’t think he would do that if he knew we were watching.”
“Trust me, Ryan. He knows.”
I stood behind him wrapping my arms around his waist; my hands finding his growing unit; nestling mine in his crack with my chin resting on his shoulder.
Rob was getting off on watching Park and his excitement was getting me off. Robby leaned his head back against me closing his eyes; the need to watch Parker no longer necessary.
I smeared the wetness around his head turning him in my arms then he kissed me. How simple and intoxicating a single kiss from Robby can be.
Rob kissed his way down my chest and stomach; sniffed at me, pulled my balls down kind of hard, and leaned forward. I slipped between his lips; my head falling back as my eyes closing.
Rob was on his knees; his hands had slid to my ass and he’d set the speed of his suck; he liked it that way. I rested my hands on his shoulders for balance; moving my hips with his pull and I was lost.
Robby had told me three years ago he might be one of those people who likes to suck. He was as talented as Park when it came to oral pleasure. He truly enjoyed it and loved it was me, more.
He pulled off; my eyes were still closed and he said, “He’s watching us, Rye.” And he went back down on me with a renewed sense of urgency never turning around to confirm his statement.
I opened my eyes and saw Parker at the glass watching; his meat in his hand. His eyes were fixed on Rob and he had a smile on his face. I couldn’t help but smile back.
Robby was putting himself on display and seemed to like it. And he was putting his all into it. I was surprised, but I kind of liked it too; Park was definitely enjoying it.
Rob pulled back again and softly said, “He’s going to cum, Rye.” And then went back down on me as I watched Parker explode on the glass of the French doors.
Park and I locked eyes and smiled at each other then he nodded at me. My hands had never left Rob’s shoulders and he renewed his push and pull on me.
Rob knew what was happening; knew Parker was watching and had cum, and he liked it; kind of sharing something special and personal with him.
He wanted me to cum and he wanted Park to see it happen; see how I shook. And how my legs would tremble at his desire and love for me.
Parker was on his knees making a fucking spectacle of himself licking up the glass cleaning his mess that had splattered but he was still watching us. Fuckin Parker. I was lost in Robby’s suck; was going to cum and he knew it.
I think Parker knew it too. He stopped, looked at Rob’s midsection and saw him shoot from sucking me. And I unloaded like I always did. Parker took his dick in his hand again and with no more than three pulls he shot again. This was fuckin hot.
Robby turned and looked at Parker with a satisfied smile and used one finger to catch the small trail on his chin then sucked it clean.
Robby was changing.
Things in him I had never or ever thought I would see. He was becoming a strong sexual force. We had come so… far, but there was no doubt he was mine.
We opened the door and walked out on the deck sliding in the hot tub as Parker jumped in on Rob’s side.
“Ever thought of teaching a class, Stud?” Parker questioned to Rob. And we all laughed.
“What’s with the gate, Chancellors? I had to leave the truck and shack on the street then jump the fence. That bitch is no watchdog; she didn’t even bark.” And lady growled at him only inches from his face.
“What don’t you get, Parker?” Rob asked. “She doesn’t like being called that. And she let us know you were here,” he said and saying to Lady, “Isn’t, that right girl,” in his puppy voice.
“She’s fuckin useless,” Parker announced.
“Really, Parker,” Rob questioned; a doubtful look in his eye. “I double, dog, dare you, to even try to grab my arm, and we will see who’s useless.”
Parker went to move and Rob said, “Lady, focus.” And she stood up looking at Park, lip curled, and a little slobber falling from her mouth as she showed him her white teeth.
Parker relaxed, slowly pulling his hand back but Lady didn’t. “OK, Stud, so she’s a little protective,” he admitted. Lady’s lip was still curled and Parker was getting nervous. “OK Squirt, tell her to back off.”
Rob tilted his head back and said, “Relax. Good girl,” and she licked his face and laid down, but she kept an eye on Parker. Honestly, you should never tease a dog like that.
Parker stood up and Lady did too. Rob’s tone changed and he said, “adylay, itsay.” and she immediately went submissive sitting.
He had trained her to pig Latin as the second language. ‘Yes, fuckin pig Latin’. He kept that tone and said, “Night-night, my sweet.” and she turned and went to our room; tail between her legs.
“If she had her way, Parker, they would only find half your bones,” and he laughed.
Today was June 25th and Rob had only been working with her for two and a half months.
When I say she lived to please him that’s exactly what she did.
I had watched them a month ago with no idea what he was doing but now it was clear. He sat next to the fountain with her sitting in front of him. He stroked her front paws as he would do; no words, and then he looked at her tire and back at her.
She didn’t move and then she bolted to the tire and ferociously attacked it, but she kept an eye on him. He sat and watched her; I didn’t see him move, but Lady dropped the tire, ran back, and sat down in front of him. I hoped I wouldn’t have to shoot her someday.
It was now five-thirty in the morning. Rob and I stood, stepping out of the tub along with Parker. We needed to get ready for work and offered breakfast to Park at Millie’s. Parker came in after a shower and when we had dressed he walked over to Rob.
Parker had totally recovered; a bond had kind of formed between them. With everything, Rob showed him he had taken something from Parker, too.
I think I have described things like this as kind of a mind-meld. When this happens, when two people share something like they did, it becomes an exchange; if you will.
Maybe it was because, mentally, Rob was stronger. Robby now knew Parker better than anybody else. Rob knew his secrets and dreams. His fears and desires. Everything. And it had changed both of them.
Parker pulled Rob’s forehead to his just like he had seen in what Rob showed him then said, “I love you too, Squirt. Thank you.”
At that moment I felt my first twinge of jealously. I was now sharing what I thought was something unique; something that was ours; and ours alone, with somebody else. They didn’t speak; they just looked at each other.
Robby could communicate with Parker now the same way he did with me and lady, and it was confirmed when Parker said, “Don’t ever apologize, Robby, ever.”
If Rob wanted, Parker could hear him. And Parker thought that was cooler than shit. He pulled Robby’s forehead to his lips and kissed it as a mother would kiss a child goodnight.
We pulled the truck and shack off the road and into its stall outback. Rob and I got in the TR while Parker got into his dad's Vett. He dumped the clutch when he hit the pavement; passed us with a cloud of blue smoke enveloping the car, and when the smoke cleared, the apple was gone.
We sat across from him at Millie’s and he gave us a little run down on his time with Rick and it looked like we would be able to go back next year. And maybe stay for free.
They had spent one day riding the bikes on trails along the river and I asked Parker if I needed to burn the sheets, knowing what riding the bikes did to Rob and me. He thought a double washing would do.
The Forth of July came and went with us enjoying the day on the boat as always and there was talk of spending a few days in the San Juan Islands before Banner’s party.
Rob and I had been back at work together since classes ended and I let him work with Dave even though it looked bad to the rest of the guys, but Rob pulled his weight. I had hired Mike just before we went home in April and he was a great addition to my ultimate crew.
From the Author;
Some have referred to my chapters as a story with a soundtrack. Music; what can I say. It was important to us. If it’s possible for you to stop and listen to the songs as you read, you will understand what life for us back then was all about and how we shared love through words from songs.
I had been musical all my life but Rob had only been active in it for three years but he put his all into it. If you choose to take the time I think you may enjoy this more.
The middle of July rolled around; Rob and I had been at Parks’ practicing for Banners party like we had been for the last few months. Banner was turning 22 this year and it looked like it was going to be bigger than the last.
Part of the therapy that Rob imposed on himself was twirling sticks in his fingers. He would do it for hours; first the right hand then the left, and then both. I would watch him work a stick in each hand with his eyes closed. He was hard on himself.
Rob had been playing with the drums for two years now and he’d taken to them like bees to honey. He and Sugar had bonded but Rob held back what he could really do when he and Sugar jammed. This was part of his plan. We all wanted to surprise our big friend.
Robby and I had been working on stuff for more than a year; things we wanted to sing together, songs we wanted to play, and statements of love we could only share through music and lyrics. We both wanted everyone to know what the other meant to us.
The drums turned out to be the best therapy for Rob in more ways than one. And his sweet voice had been perfected. He had help but it paid off.
The middle of July came and plans had been made for a few days on the L&O; secluded Islands to the north, little coves that few ever venture in to, and for three days we did this, but not before Banners party.
From the Author:
At Banners party this year Rob and I spent more than an hour on stage and we fulfilled the dream we had been practicing for over a year.
We arrived a little after noon and started setting things up and wanted to do a soundcheck. The stage was crowded this year.
Rob and Sugars drums were set up in each corner at the back and my keyboard along with Parkers were between. And the front was left for the strings.
The kegs arrived, ‘12’ to start, and people filled the field about five. It had been on the CB and even people from Canada; along with everybody who had a CB on the I-5 corridor was pouring in.
A match was put to the bonfire and we all got in the mood. Three runs for kegs were made that night and Banner made a butt load of money.
We started with ‘Let’s Live for Today’ by the Grass Roots. This was something that allowed Rob to do lead vocals and still play the drums. It was another song that tells a story. I was so proud of him. He looked so… fuckin hot.
He had dressed in white skin-tight pants with a matching snow-white shirt unbuttoned halfway down; a purple, undone, tie hanging and moving off to the sides with the single gold chain around his neck; black onyx with inlaid gold initials and the key sliding back and forth on his chest.
It’d taken a couple of years but Rob had become confident in his voice; he always enjoyed singing with me rather than taking lead. He sounded great and everybody loved it.
Next came, ‘Happy Together’ by the Turtles. This song allowed all the strings to play and I took the lead vocals; changing some of the lyrics. I played gaiter and Park backed me up on the keyboard; Rob on the drums and both on vocals.
It had become almost impossible to sing without looking at Robby. He held a constant blinding smile and his colors were something that only I saw. I felt sorry for everybody who couldn’t see the beauty of them. I know the same thing happened to me. It was hard to hide.
Tonight we were taking everybody on a journey back in time with old songs from our early teens. Next, we did ‘The Killing of Georgie’ By Rod Stewart. This required everybody playing. I started singing and my eyes closed as I grew more comfortable.
I’m not sure if a more powerful story has ever been put to medley. The song was still a little controversial, but what the fuck. It was a story that needed to be told again at the time. And I wanted to tell it with my own voice.
I was in black tight slacks, a snow-white shirt with ruffles, black fringe, and a black bow tie untied and resting around my neck along with five ounces of gold chains sliding back and forth. This was the look of someone who had relaxed after wearing a tux all night but I didn’t make a spectacle like Rod had in his video back then.
We slowed it down and when the five hundred voices blended with mine to sing the choirs I sat on my stool in awe. I actually stopped singing to just watch and listen to the sea of people. I would like to think that shit like this was part of what we enjoy today.
I have said that music is the universal language; something that crosses boundaries and seems to be a thing that hearts share. I really didn’t expect this. And when we ended the thunderous applause was ground shaking.
Cindy had come to me in early July and shared she was pregnant. She hadn’t told Mike yet and wanted to do it with my help, ‘You’re Having My Baby’ by Paul Anka. And she wanted to join in as a surprise; her way of announcing.
This was going to be great. I changed the lyrics up a little, ‘She’s having your baby. And my was replaced with, your.’ Mike didn’t have a clue and really wasn’t paying much attention to what was going on; on stage. And I watched him.
He turned and kind of locked eyes with me and I couldn’t hold back my smile. He recognized the switch in the lyrics and started looking for Cindy.
At that moment she started singing from the side coming into the lights; it finally dawned on him. She sang to me but she was watching Mike out of the corner on her eyes.
He looked at me; I nodded, and sang, “She’s having your baby,” pointing at him, and continued.
Cindy started again with her part and turned to Mike. I saw the tears in his eyes as those around him started to pat him on the back before we even finished.
We got to the end and I had my arm around Cindy’s waist pulling her close to me resting the side of my head against hers, “Are you going to make an honest woman out of her, Mike?” I asked.
Cindy was crying and laughing at the same time as the 600 people erupted and she kissed my cheek saying, “Thank you, Hollywood.”
Mike got down on one knee and I saw him ask ‘Will you marry me.’ And she nodded yes.
Joyful tears rolled down my cheeks. I couldn’t have been happier for them and Rob had the biggest smile on his face. He was the only other person that knew.
Now it was Rob’s surprise for Sugar. ‘The Ventures’ only had a few songs but what they did was great. We started with, ‘Pipe Line’ so us guys on the string could show our shit and we could save our voices; but the best was yet to come.
Sugar knew nothing about this. We never rehearsed any of this shit with him but he was quick and tried to egg Rob on but he wouldn’t cave. We must have run through it five times. On the strings this is simple shit; you can make it what you want, but we followed them.
Rob had been working so hard and when we finished he moved right into ‘Wipe Out’. Rob looked at Sugar with a huge smile. This is what he had been waiting for and Robby fuckin whaled.
Sugar sat with his mouth open as Rob laid down all of his best shit; twirling the sticks in his hands as he played. Sugar had no idea and just went with the flow through the first part.
Rob used the sticks to get back the dexterity in his hands as well as eye-hand coordination. He could twirl them for hours and catch them in the air as he played. It was something to watch.
When the second part came Rob walked over and played on Sugar's drums from behind and I saw the look on both their faces and then Rob took his seat back at Sugar's old set, pointed his stick at him, and laughed.
Rob was giving Sugar a workout and sweat was flying like a sprinkler. This turned into dueling fuckin drums and we just kept doing the same lick over and over as the two of them pushed each other to the edge. It had to have been fifteen minutes.
In the end Rob stood and clapped with his sticks and bowed homage to Sugar. The wet monster got up and lifted Rob off the stage and hugged him. Everybody went wild. I heard Sugar yell “I fuckin taught him all of this shit.” Who doesn’t love drums?
After a little calming down on stage it was our turn; ‘Just You and I’ by Eddie and Crystal. Rob and I had practiced this over and over; just the two of us singing to each other, but we sang to everyone else also. We had come to harmonize so… well together. Parker played for us.
We truly brought out the best in each other. We extended the song out with some vocal acrobatics long enough to have wet eyes and at the time I thought we should make a fuckin album. It is so hard to sing to an audience when you want to sing to the person next to you. But we did.
In 1980, a stereotype of someone who was gay was a, little twink, who could pass as a girl; talked with a lisp, and would drop to their knees to suck off any guy; gay or straight.
Rob was such a beautiful young man but exuded masculinity and never gave off that vibe. I was considered, a man’s, man; there was nothing feminine about either of us.
We left the stage with everybody still clapping and screaming for more. When we got to the bottom of the stairs, there stood Cass. Her arms were open with the biggest smile; Rob and I each took aside.
She kissed both of us and we kissed her back. She told us she loved us and we both squeezed her ass. “You two are so… fuckin hot together, Chancellor’s!” she announced. “You’re both so… gonna get it.” And she gave us the biggest smile.
We moved over by Mike and Cindy to congratulate them. Mike hit me on the shoulder and I apologized for knowing first. He put his arm around me; pulling me to the side, and just looked at me for a minute.
“You guys really are great together, Ryan,” he told me. And he hugged me. Not that bro huge. There was more to it. This was a first. Now that statement could have been taken many different ways but I understood at the time what he was saying to me.
Mike was the first to question my relationship with Rob years ago. He referred to it as doing the ‘Hershey highway.’ I told him at the time if he said anything like that to Rob I would render him unrecognizable. I would have and he knew it.
I guess Rob and I couldn’t hide what was obvious to everyone else.
What a night.
We hit the stage again with Rob doing ‘Unchained Melody,’ and he nailed it. He had a presence that was more when he was the frontman. He shared part of himself with his mother that night and everyone heard the emotion in his voice.
I sat at the piano and harmonized with him as he sang for her. This was her song; the record she wore out and he made her proud. From that night on, it was our song.
Next, he moved right into, ‘Lady’ By, Kenny Rogers. I played on the piano as he sang Kenny’s hit of 79. Rob loved Kenny and he nailed it again. He had the ability to do that thing Kenny does with his voice and he had grown to love the applause.
He was on one knee and sang to Cass. The little fucker. I couldn’t see his face but I could see hers. That smile said it all. He leaned down as if trying to kiss her and she pulled the tie from his neck and wrapped it around hers. She was like a hot sister to both of us.
Next, I took my stool with guitar in hand and did, ‘Vincent’ By Don McLane. Rob and I sang every other line. I had been doing this song for years and everyone sang along. When you connect with those who appreciate you; it’s something you have to see.
Now it was time to give the guys a break and I took my keyboard as they all left the stage. Rob and I had talked and this was something we both wanted to do.
Rob pulled another mic as I started playing and he sat next to me. It was silent; six hundred people stood before us with a huge fire burning behind them. ‘The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face’. The only thing that could compare is ‘The George Michael,’ edition.
If you have never listened to the lyrics of this wonderful song it kind of told the story of firsts for us this time. The first time ever he saw my face. We could both remember it.
The first time ever he kissed my lips, and the first time we ever lay together in that way. These are moments that were etched in our memory; memories that would die with us again.
By the time Rob started the first verse; Sugar had returned to the drums and used his softest touch with the biggest smile on his face.
Behind him came Parker to take a seat at his keys and he sang the most haunting fucking echo. He smiled at me and nodded.
Before Robby finished the first verse, Chad, Conner, and Shirley had returned. And they tenderly accompanied us to the end. Rob sang just to me that night and I remembered the first time he saw me. I wish I had seen what he had.
I did the second, and as he had done, I sang to him. Robby had taken my face in his hands so long ago and kissed me with such tenderness and love. The first time ever our lips came together. Funny the way you remember things. I saw the fifteen-year-old boy who was so much stronger than I.
You could have heard a fuckin pin drop.
We shared the last. Our voices grew louder and stronger as passion erupted and silent tears flowed from our eyes at the memories. If only they could have seen our colors.
That night when we returned home from ‘The Willows’, in 77; he schooled me in the tenderness of lovemaking. I could feel it like yesterday. And when he gave his body to me the next weekend I wanted to cry at the beauty. It brings tears to my eyes even today.
Everyone on stage turned to us. We had never intended for it to come off as it did. Smiles appeared on their faces and they just shook their heads in wonder.
There seemed to be a long silence as the crowd had to take a minute to digest what they had just witnessed.
When it seemed we had bombed the applause started and slowly grew louder and louder. Rob and I were surprised at what we pulled from each other and in front of everybody I kissed his forehead. We did George proudly. When we finished and attempted to leave the stage, Parker walked up and stood between us as we just looked out over the crowd. It was an embarrassingly long time.
Parker surprised us. “I love you guys so… fuckin, much. You might as well put the icing on the cake,” As the others started playing. He knew what we wanted to sing.
‘If’ by Bread. Parker stayed between us and just swayed as Rob and I basically came out to over five-hundred people.
He had his arms around both of us and would grab our necks and bonk our heads off his. If people hadn’t already been standing, they would have been on their feet.
There were so many who knew what Rob and I had been through this year and it just seemed we were enjoying life. But it was so much more.
We lay in bed that night; quiet and holding each other. How time flies. You may understand when you’re older. Tonight was a night that we would never forget and it played in our minds as we lay there.
We met in our fields and planted all night. This is what we were; memories in the form of planted in fields we shared and visited many times.
The next weekend we were going to spend three days on the boat. I never expected when Park asked if I would cover the gas it would cost me $950.00 dollars to fill up that gas-guzzling pig; but what the fuck; it’s only money. And I was making a ton of it.
I was so fuckin fortunate. Yes, I held a kings’ ransom, but I was also making a staggering amount for a twenty-year-old. In 1980 my salary at the time was $5000 a month and I sold about three truckloads a week to the tune of another two grand a week. And then there was what came in from the Gentleman.
In 1980 I made well over a quarter of a million dollars. And that wasn’t my best year. I was twenty years old.
Rob and I parked the 225 at The Gentleman and waited for them on the dock across the street. Park left early in the morning from Lake Washington to navigate the Law and Order through the locks and the 35 miles up the coast to where Rob and I were waiting in Mukilteo. He showed up at ten.
From the Author
I had purposely left this part out before my friends. Everything I had shared up to this point was the pure love of Robby and Ryan, and I didn’t want to tarnish our image. The picture of two soul mates that had been through so much is what was important to me at the time.
This particular weekend was a ‘one and only’ for us; a total sexual frenzy. I didn’t know it at the time but those bastards had set us up.
Rob and I had been together for three years and other than that one night with Parker, Rob and I had never shared with anyone.
That all changed on this weekend and it was unfair of me to leave it out before. I was kind of ashamed for letting it happen and didn’t want you to think less of us.
Rob and I had been through so… much, but there was so much more; things we couldn’t do or show the other without help.
Please don’t judge my friends. Everything we experienced through all those years made us who we are, what we grew into, and our lives were better for it. *************************************
We could see this was going to be a wild three days when we boarded. We were kind of expecting a high time but really had no… idea. We were welcomed aboard by Parker and Rick; half in the bag at ten in the morning and busting out of bitch shorts. And I don’t mean just filling them out; they were fucking busting out of them.
Cass and Carrie were dressed in the skimpiest fucking bikini’s I had ever seen, along with and a girl named Wendy. And then there was Chad. Rob just looked at me.
With the dingy attached to the back we headed to the fuel depot and I lit a fatty along the way; one of the twelve I had rolled. The pig just kept guzzling gallon after gallon.
I yelled at Parker when it hit five hundred bucks and he assured me it would stop soon. What a fucking liar; he knew I was paying for the weekend and the fat pig was empty. That overgrown whale carried four thousand pounds of fuel; ‘Five hundred fuckin gallons’. What a pig.
“The galley and bar better be stocked, Bitch,” I yelled. “And we are not sharing a room with anyone at this price; understood?” I yelled to Parker.
I looked up at him hanging over the rail. He stared at both of us with that megawatt smile, “I know we have enough jello and whipped cream for a slip and slide. What more do we need, Chance?” was his reply. I got another long look from Rob.
“What’s the matter, Ryan?” I hear from Cass as she sauntered up behind us and slapped our butts.
“Are you scared? Afraid we might jump your hot asses?” she questioned turning in front of us.
I couldn’t believe it when she reached back and pulled the string to her top and let the sides flow free; only the string around her neck holding up the skimpy thing covering those lushes’ breasts and she walked to the back deck.
I really should have fucked her years ago. I probably would have married her had Rob and I not found each other again. And I probably would have been husband number one of god knows how many. Don’t marry your lawyer’s daughter.
Not only was I getting a look from Rob now but I could hear him screaming like fuckin crazy in my head. Oh, shit!
I looked at Rob and said, “We can have him drop us off if you want.” He shook his head no.
Rob and I moved to the back of the boat and smoked more of the blunt I’d rolled. “Robby, we need to figure out just how we are going to handle this.” I started. “I think we have been set-up and things might get a little carried away. I need to know what you want to do.”
Rob looked at me with those blue eyes and he searched mine. “I will do whatever you want, Ryan.” He told me; half as a statement and half with fear.
“Rob, I don’t want you to do what I want. Fuck; I don’t even know what I want! I think Cass, and maybe even Carrie, have plans to fuck us. Are you OK with that?” I asked. This was honestly something I never expected to ever ask him.
“Rye, you know I have never been with anybody but you. And I am a virgin with a girl. I just don’t fuckin know. I love you… Ryan.” He finally said.
“We need to sit down with everybody and set some ground rules,” I suggested. “Rob, can you separate love from sex? Can you take feelings out of the equation?” I asked.
That is a hard question for anyone to answer. “I know you love me Jr.” as I reached for his hand and kissed it.
“I know we are meant to be together. I know I love you and would never do anything to make you question you are the most important thing in my life.” This was a statement from my heart and he knew it was true.
At that moment Cass picked the time to come back and she knelt between us. I held the joint to her lips as she drew a long drag and looked at both of us when she blew the smoke in our faces.
She rested a hand on our crotches and gave both of us those blue, come fuck me, eyes. Fuckin eyes, again.
“Chancellor's…” She started, with a long dramatic pause, wanting our full attention. Rob rested his hand on hers that was on my crotch and I rested mine on hers that was on his, and we both smiled.
“Cass,” I started. “Honestly, baby, I don’t think you understand,” I said as I brushed some hair from her face. She gave me a nod.
“Parker told me a little, Ryan. I do understand, but really Chancellor’s, you two are so fucking hot,” she stated. “We could just play a little,” she offered.
Rob and I both started to laugh as her hands moved a little more and we remembered the same words coming from her brothers’ mouth; and how that turned out.
“Just because us girls fuck around together, doesn’t mean we don’t like these, we love them, actually. We share,” she announced as her hands squeezed a little. “I think we could show both of you a good time if you’re up to it,” she finally said.
She leaned over and gave both of us a loving peck on the lips and said, “Why don’t you think on that, Chancellor’s.” and she stood, turned around, tucked her thumbs in her bikini, flashed us her tan ass, and then walked away.
Totally! I mean fuck me into tomorrow.
Rob looked over and said, “We could tear her up, Ryan.” And he smiled at me. This really took me totally by surprise. I realized this man I loved was coming in too his own, and I think a few were going to realize that; Cass could be the first. God help them all.
From your Author:
This chapter was seventeen thousand words and I just shortened it to nine-thousand. I’ve had many readers contact via email; far more than comment. I try and to explain it was 1980 and I was Twenty. If my readers don’t want to read something that makes us less than perfect, makes us human, then don’t comment. If by popular demand you want eight thousand words that describe three days on a forty-foot yacht; who am I to deny that. RJC
