EDGEWATER DR by Mike Austin
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XXIII.
The sad emptiness of a passing is only amplified by suicide. Over the next couple of days, I accompanied Joyce and children with the weighty matters of planning Jerry's funeral. As is often the case, there were no immediate answers only questions. At least things in town were stable both at work and home. Peter and Mary finally reached Joyce and offered to help, but we all recognized the insincerity; and never got any explanation of their early-on void in contacts. I was amazed at their absence of compassion, and imagined what they'd be like at my passing. I would put plans in force to defend against any harm or dislocation of those I cared about.
Ben was my conduit and as soon as arrangements were made, unknown to me, he made arrangements for Jack and the entire staff to attend the funeral via several limos, then return after the reception so that no one was put upon and yet all were able to support me and extended family. Peter and Mary were distant when they saw the outpouring of support. Joyce and her children were so moved, that each took time to reach out to those that Ben had brought along, thanking them several times. Mary's only comment to me was "why was your lawn guy/handyman here"; then left just as abruptly, never once speaking to her youngest son? I'd been there almost a week and decided that enough planning was in place and that I needed to get back home, so decided to ride back with the crew and we returned the Expedition to the hangar and my contact, then finished the ride late that day. The limos took each party to their home, I thanked them again, then off to the next home until both limos were empty and we were finally dropped off at Edgewater Dr. The house seemed silent as we came in, even though it had only been a matter of hours since Ben and Jack had been the first to be picked up early that morning to begin the round trip. I settled in upstairs, grabbed a shower and crawled into bed. Jack and Ben joined me in support and we shared group hugs and some kisses. The masculine tenderness and support was astounding to me and made me recall others I'd shared similar connections.
Sitting at the bar the next morning with a mug of coffee, Peter and Mary's distance remained odd; as much a question as a concern. They and Brandon left immediately after the graveside, saying nothing more. I wondered about any connection to Jerry's action? At this time, there were other matters to address and I forced my energy to dress, head into work, again thanked everyone for the day before and settled into a routine. An email appeared from Jeff Smith as a cc to Peter with the results of their audit and with minor remarks and notation about the outstanding loans owed by my brother, it was a No Reply Audit, with Jeff and his team thanking me and Ben for the excellent cooperation and support. I was certain that Peter was seething mad at the findings. That now behind me, I focused on varied matters and renewals. I called Joyce daily to check in and offer help. Even distant, I was a phone call away with support and made sure she knew that. I'd been touched in the following days by the support and offers received from immediate neighbors David and Jackson, Joyce and Rocky, Melinda and Patrick and several more up the street. I still wondered about Jerry's decision and what prompted his extreme solution?
A week after Jerrys' death I received a FedEx Letter delivery from Jerry and Joyce's attorney. Included was an envelope, hand addressed to me from Jerry. The letter inside stunned me. In it he led off with, `well bud if you're reading this I am gone. He explained that he had no options, that Peter was using information he'd learned about his bi-sexuality and planned to announce it to the family if I(Jerry) wasn't able to persuade Joyce to vote with him(Peter) in removing you(Brad) as managing partner of the business. The letter went on to indicate how he knew of the incestual relationship with Ben; that Brandon also was involved, but was repentant and that through research by a detective agency, had learned of other college-aged guys involved in a perverted lifestyle and disregard of the marriage vows he and Joyce held and by all that was good and "normal" in life. Jerry admitted to not knowing if any info had surfaced about our (Jerry and Brad) encounters, but that he couldn't risk any of that info getting out and ruining his family's life and position. He had no options. He closed with a plea to look after Joyce and their kids'. The letter was dated the day before Jerry's suicide. I was speechless. It was apparent now that Peter or he and Mary had devised this malicious two-pronged attack as revenge; the audit and blackmail in a plan to wrest control of the business, likely force me into a far reduced, if any role in the business and perhaps more. I had to move steadily and stealthily. The audit results closed any challenge to my business management and fiduciary roles. How to handle any announcement about Jerry's bi-sexuality and its impact on Joyce?
The carport project was back on the front burner now along with the rest of the rear yard phases. I'd asked Jack to line up three pool firms to meet with, on their suggested in-ground designs, so that we could select a pool option and integrate it with the yard design. Juan's carport budget and schedule had come in while I was away and I'd ok'd it via email to Ben, Jack and Juan while still in San Antonio, before the funeral. Jesus' schedule had been delayed first by rains, then the unknown about the funeral impacts, but was now back on track and while the landscape aspect was held, pending the carport and pool phases, the carport design would require Jesus and his crew to demo that which was already done and relocate it to the back yard and that demo work was now underway. The flurry of activity and hot shirtless men around the house now in the Summer heat, was sensory overload for a cocksucker like me. I knew, that if Jack and Ben weren't in the picture, several of these studs would be feeding me cumloads each day. Then there was the ever tempting Leroy, whom I saw twice each week as the calendar checked off the first two weeks in August. He announced he saved up cum for my twice weekly "conversations" to really blow a huge load for me each time and I rewarded him well for that time together. I was juggling a lot of balls, though a few less of the ones I wanted, and enjoyed the dynamics. Joyce had accepted my invitation to join me at month-end for her birthday and of course the kids were welcome but they had declined, Phil indicating they wanted to do a family celebration and give Joyce a chance to escape the stress and fresh memories for a long weekend or week with me. I was excited and hoped that at least the pool work would be done so she'd have a new area to get excited about seeing, well a surprise anyway. I asked Ben to invite the close neighbors for a surprise party for her and all the regulars agreed to attend. It would be an outside party, weather-permitting and Jack was tasked with finding an event firm with an air-conditioned party tent, so guests could swim in the heat and come in the tent to cool down, drink and dine. All vendors understood the target dates and were working to meet the goal. I even arranged to begin her escape by hiring a limo to pick her up and deliver her the 160 miles from her place to mine. If she wanted to bring along any girlfriends, they were welcomed too. She agreed and one of her closest gal pals would join the fray. Peter and Mary were not invited and Joyce asked no questions. I think she had some inkling about a shady or behind the scenes effort by Peter regarding the business but knew no details of its extent.
The last of the pool installation was completed Tuesday before Joyce's arrival Friday. Jack had done an excellent job coordinating the vendors. Juan and Rodrigo had already completed the new concrete pad work, walkway and the new carport construction. Jesus' crew were still working hard on the 1st phase of the rear yard that surrounded the pool area and I rented some palms to serve as screening beyond where the event tent would get located. The plan was to have Joyce be surprised on Friday as she arrived about the pool set up but not know anything about the event set up until Saturday morning, the day of the party. Jack's coordination of the event planners, caterers and bar staffing even impressed The Boys. Our sleeping arrangements were practical. Jack remained in his suite as he needed to be there long hours before and after each day, that would not be an issue. Ben took a room at the Omni which he enjoyed the Bay Views and open invitations for Joe and Bob to come visit and play. I moved to my office and settled into the futon concealed in one wall of the cabinetry just for this sort of guest use. I gave my room to Joyce and her gal pal Linda got Ben's space. Everyone had their own quarters. We agreed that for the time being the girls would use my bedroom's bath and I'd use the upstairs hall bath to keep things simple.
The Friday of Joyce's arrival was easy going, fun and stress free. Jack had ordered a catered fajita buffet by Mi Ranchito and it was set-up between the kitchen and front foyer with table seating in the dining room for the 5 of us. We had frozen margaritas available and iced tea but no harder liquors or beer. Joyce and Linda oohed and ahhed about the new pool and landscaping as well as Ben's new SUV. They knew nothing about Jack's new F150, nor needed to. Joyce, Linda, and Jack hit it off. Jack turned on his Texas charm and after supper, did Texas Two Steppin with the ladies to an array of Country Western tunes while Ben and I watched and chuckled. Joyce did get her nephew up and spun around a few times, but I passed. I knew it had been a full day for the ladies, not to mention Jack and Ben and urged them to turn in early as there was a full shopping day planned for the two guests on Saturday, Joyce's actual birthday. Ben would be their guide and escort, taking them to breakfast, shopping and lunch, but I reminded him they had to return no earlier than 3 and no later than 4, giving them time to be surprised by the event tent, catering and bar set up. Saturday arrived, I dressed in casual clothes, Jack headed out "to water" and check the new plant materials as an excuse, when actually confirming the event team's arrival at 8:30 just after the girls and Ben had left. I got his thumbs up, reminded them of the day ahead of them and ushered them all out the door at 8:15.
The event team must have passed Ben and girls, as no sooner had Ben left and perhaps had a chance to reach Ocean Dr., than the tent set-up and mayhem commenced. I sat back, honestly overwhelmed at Jack's attention to detail and coordination. By 1:30, the tent was up, the a/c running, the temporary rental palms staged. The caterers and bar crew arrived at 2 to begin their work. The event crew then began setting up tables and chairs while the catering and bar teams worked their tasks. The party was set to begin at 6, giving us time to recover, dress and receive the guests/neighbors. I'd invited 10 of Joyce's high school classmates as well as the neighbors. The birthday party had a tally of 35 folks and while I knew all would not stay the entire party evening, I figured at least 20 or so would, just counting us 5 and the 6 immediate and then other longtime Edgewater neighbors. Ben had told Jack but surprised me when he admitted to inviting Joe and Bob and asked they arrive in their dress whites, which they did and were a complete SMASH HIT, dancing with the ladies, entertaining guys with flight stories, etc and generally getting Ben VERY HORNY!!! The surprise party had taken Joyce's mind and focus off her tragedy, if only for a day and I was relieved. Party gifts were given, opened, laughed about and soon the 10 o'clock hour saw quite a few trending away and by midnight, only The Boys and us 7 (including Bob and Joe) remained. Ben announced he was baling and the Pilot pair begged off for an early flight session, though we knew where they'd be at 0600 and it wasn't on the base, then The Boys thanked us and gave their new gal pals final hugs and kisses, leaving us and the empty tent to collapse inside. Jack ushered us three inside and then went about shutting down a/c units and power, lights and ensuring that all the leftover food was sufficiently refrigerated before turning in himself. While there were full bellies and would be some rocky heads in the morning, everyone had enjoyed themselves, there were no incidents and most importantly, Joyce had enjoyed herself. I struggled and decided to forgo the futon and just made a bed on the large sofa in my office. We sounded like "The Waltons", hollering out Good Night Linda, Good Night Joyce, Good Night Brad and then there was silence.............................................
Sunday morning rolled around and Jack beat everyone up, fixing crepes, scrambled eggs, strawberries, wheat toast, fresh OJ and coffee. When we plodded downstairs anticipating only coffee, he flicked on the C&W tunes again begging for another spin on the dance floor with the ladies and all broke into laughter, but begged off. About an hour later, poor Ben showed up with obvious ALLNIGHTER eyes. Aunt Joyce set about lecturing to her young nephew and while he nodded agreement, knew her lecture was going in one ear and out the other; unlike the things that went in and stayed in his holes earlier. He munched some toast and a few strawberries then begged "no mas No Mas" then headed home "to sleep it off". I asked th ladies what they'd enjoy doing today and both wanted to drive to the beach and enjoy the day until it got too hot. I reminded them by noon or 1:00 it would be a scorcher so we'd better get going. Jack made it clear of his plans around the yard and such and wanted to finish his make ready for the planned Monday event crew demo of their materials and supplies and resumption of work by Jesus' crew on the pool side of the back yard and its progress to the eastern side next to the neighbors, which he hoped to complete by end of week. That left the three of us to roam the beaches and such, generally acting like tourists.
We crawled in the Explorer, headed out past Flour Bluff to the island and beaches. The weather was great, even if a bit warmer than yesterday morning had been. Linda began cruising as soon as we hit the freeway, then commenting on the pair of navy Pilots there were "the eye candy of the night, thank you very much" and I laughed. Joyce smiled and winked then asked, "are they Ben's friends"? I nodded yes, and added "actually he met Joe first and they hit it off well and Joe intro'd Bob; they are actual fly buds, I think Bob is the Wing Man in their squadron" and let it drop. A pair of middle aged guys in a Jeep passed us, shirtless and tanned with surfboards lashed to the rollbar. Linda announced from the back seat, "I think we need to follow them, they could be OUR SIGHTSEEING for the day" to which Joyce replied "I think we have a horny female onboard", "WELL" came Linda's sole reply. I felt VERY uncomfortable at about that time, but nothing more was said about the Navy guys or the Jeep studs. We hit the first beach hut, got some slushy drinks and chugged them down, walked among the art displays. Joyce found a couple of pieces of interest that I bought her, then so did Linda and I repeated the buying exercise for her. We returned to cruise along the beach now and the men were FUCKING EVERYWHERE. It was torment for me as it seemed both women and I shared the same targets in men............... By noon it was too hot for us to remain out so we made our way to a lunch spot, which just happened to serve some of the finest frozen margaritas.
Mikel May's was crowded but not too bad. We ordered frozen ritas, seafood nacho appetizers; I had chicken salad Mikel, Linda ordered Padre Island Shrimp Tacos and Joyce had crab cakes. When we were done, we WERE DONE and had to go home and get a nap. I actually wanted to dose off on the way, but kept it together, but once inside, the heat, the carbs from the meal and all the men watching took its toll on me and I had a 3 hour nap. Joyce and Linda each had a bout a 2 hour nap they admitted and added they'd been watching Jack who just worked non-stop in and outside. Linda offered that he's great eye candy and a real hard worker and asked "if I loan him out to wayward divorcees, EVER"? Joyce smacked her gal pal and they giggled like schoolgirls again. Ben had been gone all day and must have been sleeping off a serious hangover. He'd not answered Jack's calls so he was either zonked out or in a 3way but wasn't answering. The front doorbell rang and I froze. I wasn't expecting any guests. The Boys were standing in swim trunks and invited the ladies over for late afternoon poolside drinks if they were interested. Linda jumped at the offer and dragged Joyce along, asking if I or we were coming too? I just allowed, maybe later, have fun and closed the door!!!!!!!!!!!!! Finally peace and quiet. Jack hugged me and told me how great he thought I was to love his sister as much as I do and all the good things I......, when I stopped him in his tracks. "There's too much going on right now and I'm not trying to placate her, but Jack you just keep entertaining her and staying on her good side, that's all I have to say about it, Linda's too for that matter". My cell rang. It was Joyce begging us to join them. I'd hoped to suck his dick while it was peaceful, but duty calls and we changed then headed to The Boys for drinks. The late afternoon dragged us into night and calls for pizza delivery. Jack had reminded everyone of the leftovers, but pizza seemed to have won the vote. Ben showed up about 9pm in time for the pizza and he began swallowing ritas as well. Joyce announced that Linda was dead set on bedding Jack or Ben or BOTH and wondered if the guys might have any interest in middle-aged divorcees; and could I find out so Linda doesn't make a fool of herself in the quest for boy-toy sex; the other option were those FLYBOYS???????????????? She said Linda had already remarked about their stories about Touch N Go practice sessions and she said she'd like to feel their touch N go action alright!!!!! Pizza slices disappeared like paper dolls in a Hurricane. The Boys had changed music options several times and I announced I had an early Monday and needed to turn in AS DID BEN, I emphasized. We and Jack bid them adieu, at which point Joyce and Linda likewise offered their thanks and joined us in our exit.
That night none of us remained up long. About midnight I had to pee, but decided I was snack hungry too so went downstairs, hit the head and was eating a couple of leftover chicken strips. The girls were asleep upstairs so I crossed the carport to Jack's door. I listened and heard mumbled voices, the knocked. He answered, obviously hard and invited me in. It was porn and he'd been jacking off. "I need this" and groped his cock, "BADLY" I pleaded. He stretched and I kneeled in front of him, looked up, tilted my head back, opened my mouth widely then tuck my tongue out. He pulled his thick hard dick out of his boxers spanked my face with it and teased the head in and out of my mouth for about 10 minutes; before beginning our ritual. "Watcha want", "your cock" "Whatcha Need" "your cum" "How you gonna gt it ", "sucking it from your dick Sir PLEASE", "Open wide", "ahhhh", "Take it", "mmmmmmmmmm", "Deeper", grrrrrrrrrrruup", Work for it", "mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm", "Almost got it, got my nut, almost", "rrrrrrrrrrrrrmmmmmmmmmmmrrrrrrrrrrrrmmmrrrrrrrrrrmmmmmrmmrmrmrmrmrmrmrmrmrm", `Gofor,aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT", "mmrrrrmmmm", "That's all you get, no go back to bed"................I climbed the stairs with my Man's cum in my stomach and slept like a baby.........................