If I had been a
terrorist, I wouldn't have been questioned more thoroughly
by the FBI then I was by
Marika, Ashtin and Ian during lunch. Try as they
might, they were
frustrated that I wouldn't give them enough details so that
they could ferret out the
identity of the person who sent the roses.
Back in the office,
everyone was playfully mad at me for keeping my secret.
My branch manager, Mr.
Riley, called me into his office near closing time
and shut the door. At
first I thought I'd done something wrong. Instead, he
broke into a grin and
said,
"So do I have to order you to tell me who it is that
sends you three dozen
red roses? Those aren't
cheap in case you're wondering."
I didn't know how much
they were, but from everyone's expressions I knew
they must have cost a
bundle. I looked Mr. Riley in the eyes and said,
"Sir, I would love to tell you and all the other
people in the office, but
I made a promise that I
would keep his secret until he graduated.... And,
yes sir, it's a he."
"You with a guy? Alex, if the girls find out the
shock could kill them!"
Mr. Riley said with
perfect sarcasm.
"Fair enough. But if I heard right, he's some
sort of college athlete.
The way Ashtin tells it, he's an Olympic contender.
I'm guessing it's
probably the former?"
He paused for a second
before continuing.
"You get a tip on a game, whatever that game is, you
better damn well share
it!"
I was ready to leave his
office when I remembered something and turned to
him.
"Sir, can I ask you something?"
"Certainly Alex, what is it?"
"What is 'redshirting?' My friend brought it up as
though I should know and
I have no clue what it
means."
"Oh that's easy"
he said,
"When a guy on a college sports..."
Just then his phone rang
and he mouthed over the receiver that he'd tell me
later.
As I left his office we
both grinned at each other, and I was very glad that
he was my boss. I'd
worked for too many crappy bosses already, and Mr. Riley
was by far the best. He
had an open-door policy for us, and when I'd told
him in his office that I
was gay, he just shrugged his shoulders. He said
that most of the other
employees had already guessed that, but to come to
him directly if I had any
trouble with them.
While walking up to my
apartment with my arms full of roses, I must have
been stopped by every
neighbor. As I got to my door, Mrs. Trimere, my
55-year-old neighbor,
stopped me.
"So was this that nice young athlete you were having
sex with last month,
or is there a new man in
your life already?"
she asked.
If I could have blushed
any deeper the roses would have seemed pale.
"It's the athlete, ma'am. I'm sorry if we disturbed
you."
"Oh nonsense," she said. "I should have
kept my mouth shut. Now you're
going to try to be quiet,
and then what fun am I going to have on weekends?"
Mrs. Trimere was a lovely
woman, the product of a post-war affair between a
French woman and a black Air
force pilot. She spent her first eight years in
her. She was a lovely
mixture of old-world South and cultured French
gentility.
Most people mistook her
as Creole, but she would politely tell them that
they were generations
removed from the motherland while she had moved here
directly.
I knew from her cooking
that she was from
person not being seduced
by her cooking.
"Listen to me, my Alex. Don't let a man like him get
away. I know these
boys. They can be a
handful, and everyone of them is a cheating bastard. But
at least with a fellow
like him you know he'll make it up to you and the sex
will always be
good,"
she said with a twinkle
of her hazel eyes.
I wanted to ask
"What sex?"
but thought better of it.
Besides, I didn't want
to be caught in a
conversation with her all day about
simply call him by
reaching for my phone.
"I have no plans on letting him go, Mrs. Trimere. As
soon as he finishes
school, we're getting
married, regardless of what the courts and churches
say about it."
"It's your heart child. You love whom ever your
heart tells you. 'That' is
God's voice,"
She said from behind me
as I sat the vase full of roses on my counter.
As I turned to say
something to Mrs. Trimere, I took one of the roses,
walked over and handed it
to her.
"Here,"
I said.
"There's too much romance for me not to share a
little."
She got a huge grin and
took the rose as she turned to leave.
"You are a very classy young man, Alex. The world
needs more men like you."
I thanked her and said
"Goodbye"
Just as my phone started
to ring.
"Hello?"
"Happy birthday, gorgeous,"
Austin beamed over the
phone line.
"Omigod! What kind of crazy man are you?"
I asked as I pulled a
handful of roses toward me to smell.
"You got my flowers, huh?"
Austin asked. I just
stood with my mouth open not sure weather to gush, be
sarcastic or tell him how
hard it was keeping his secret when everyone at
work from the bosses to
the customers asked a zillion questions all day.
"I'm glad you like them... Those are just for today
so you didn't think I'd
forgotten or
anything,"
he said with a boyish
energy that verged on bouncy.
"Honey, half of DeLand knows you didn't forget, and
by now half of Deltona
has heard, too. I ... I
..."
I didn't know what to
say. My words got stuck in my
gaping mouth.
"I'm glad they made you smile. Just promise me you
won't return the favor,"
"Promise. But just so ya know, this gives me two
weeks to plan for your
birthday."
"If I wasn't so damned hard, I'd be scared,"
he teased.
"If I wasn't so freakin' hard, I'd think of a reason
you should be scared,"
I teased lamely.
And that is pretty much
how our conversation went. We cooed and pattered to
each other and told each
other over and over how much we loved one another.
How neither of us gagged
or died of diabetic coma is beyond me.
There was no computer sex
that night, just looking at each other and
reiterating over and over
how we'd like to be there for the other.
He had
little time, trying to
catch up with all his lessons. He was killing
himself, and I knew it.
Finally I had to chase
him away. It's hard hanging up when the guy you love
is still talking. But if
I didn't, he'd never get his homework or studying
done.
About 9:30, my doorbell
rang. I opened it to see Mrs. Trimere with a basket
of lemon poppy seed
muffins. She made homemade breads, muffins, cookies and
pies all the time, and
I'm not sure why I wasn't 500 pounds from all the
great food she gave me.
"Here you go Alex,"
she said in her
Southern/French accent.
"Happy birthday."
I tried to invite her in,
but she waved me off.
"You are on the computer with your man,"
she said.
"I just had to get these to you before I go to bed.
Happy birthday
sweetheart,"
she said sweetly as she
touched my cheek.
I ate one of the muffins
and salivated. If I could cook like her, there
would be no competition
between Phoebe and me. Poor girl didn't have any
clue there was a
competition.
My birthday fell on
Wednesday this year, and it was a long two days until
Friday night. Thursday,
however, I received a strange phone call.
"Hi, Alex?"
The male voice on the
other end asked.
"Uhh, yeah. Who's this?"
I replied.
"Hi, this is Ryan Fuller, Melissa's brother. She
said she mentioned my name
to you."
I was a little put off by
the mention of her name. But her brother seemed
nice enough so far. At
least he had a nice voice.
"Ohhhh yeah. Hi, Ryan. Took me a minute. Wow, I
didn't think she was
seriously going to start
passing out numbers."
Ryan chuckled for a
second.
"Then you don't know Melissa very well, do you?
She likes to be in
control of everything and everyone. And when it comes to
me and my younger
brother, it's even worse."
"So what's it like having Dr. Mangle as a
sister?" I asked with a light
chuckle.
Ryan laughed then
grunted,
"You have no clue."
"So tell me, what's her master plan this time?"
I asked.
"Well, I can only imagine the impression she made on
you. But to be honest,
she liked you and your
..."
"Boyfriend,"
I added with a small
thrill at being able to use the phrase freely.
"Boyfriend. Sorry. She wasn't sure, but that's what
she thought... Anyway,
I'm calling because I
work at Disney and have free passes. I invited Melissa
and
Dan this weekend, and I
have four more. Since I have no family here except
for her, and I haven't
been here very long so I don't know anybody yet
except for my roommate, I
was wondering if you and your boyfriend would like
to come to the park
Saturday. And since it's your birthday, I can get you a
room at the Contemporary
for the weekend."
I was floored. This was
too much.
"Dude, you don't even know me. That's, I mean, are
you sure? Those tickets
aren't cheap. And that
hotel."
"I'm not trying to buy friends if that's what you
mean. I just figured it'd
make a great birthday for
you. Besides, I'm not paying for them. I work in
the public relations
office. I just transferred here from Disneyland in
California. I got tired
of paying $2 for a gallon of gas, and Disney needed
someone with my
experience here."
"Oh god, another Disney queen,"
I laughed. Ryan laughed,
too.
"Um, not exactly. I might be a friend of Dorothy,
but I'm definitely not
the poster child. Before
this, I worked in sports for a TV station in L.A."
I laughed and said,
"Thank god, my friend Michael and I were talking
about steeling a tanker
truck and filling it with
several tons of testosterone and lacing the water
supply for the parks.
Wouldn't it freak everyone out if they suddenly found
out all those nice young
women were actually men??? Or worse,
that all
those young women were
actually men who only dated each other!"
We both laughed and Ryan
said that he hadn't heard of Michael before but
like to meet him.
"Michael would be on you like tattoos on a biker
chic!"
I grinned. Then I remembered
something I needed to ask him.
"Did Melissa tell you that next week is Austin's
birthday, too?"
"No shit? Really? No, she didn't mention that. Well,
let me do this for you
guys. OK?"
I was dumfounded. I
really didn't care for Disney all that much, but I'd
never stayed at one its
hotels. I'd always wondered what they were like,
especially the
Contemporary, with its "A" frame and the monorail traveling
through the main
building.
"Only if you're sure. I mean..."
I said giving him an
out...
"Yeah. If you want
to call this Philip guy Melissa talks about and see if he
and his girlfriend want
to go, I can get them the same deal. Then all of you
can stay for the
weekend,"
Ryan said.
"Wow, where did you come from? Hey, since you're a
sports guy, can I ask
you something?"
I asked, recalling
something Austin had told me.
"No, I never hung out in the locker rooms, so I
can't tell you what
so-and-so looks like
without his clothes on,"
Ryan chuckled.
"Though I did watch Andy Roddick change his shirt
during a changeover at a
tournament in Palm
Springs."
"Ummm, That's not what I was gonna ask,"
Alex said.
"What the hell does 'redshirting' mean? Austin said
the reason he wasn't
playing this season was
because he was redshirting. Like I'd have some clue
what that meant. I was
too embarrassed to ask him and pretended to
understand what he was
saying."
"Oh, that's easier," Ryan said. "When a
college athlete redshirts, that
means..."
Ryan stopped for a second
and then said,
"That's Melosa on the other line. Let me take her
call and if it's not too
late I'll call you back
and tell you. If not I'll tell you Saturday. Ok?"
"Yeah, and thanks Ryan... You can't imagine what
this means to me."
I thanked Ryan again and
told him that I would talk to
Phil and Austin. In
reality, I only wanted to talk to Phil. I wanted to
surprise the hell out of
Austin.
Rather than give a boring
play-by-play, let me give you the abridged
version:
Austin wouldn't know
anything as we were going to surprise him. Ryan was
invited to the party.
We'd go to our rooms then meet up with Ryan at 5 in
the Japanese noodle house
at Epcot.
Austin was coming in
Friday afternoon for the party. He'd managed to
convince Phoebe that with
the team out of state for a three-game weekend
series, he should visit
home while he had the chance and see his parents and
friends. I waited Friday
afternoon till 3:45 for Austin.
Like an unexpected cool
breeze on a hot August afternoon, he drove into my
parking lot with Sisters
of Mercy blaring from his speakers. Before he'd
gotten out, I heard a rap
on my wall. It was Mrs. Trimere letting me know
that she also knew Austin
had arrived. He hit my stairs two at a time and in
moments was standing
before me like a vision of a German ubergod.
"My god. I don't know how I let you leave,"
I stuttered as I caught
his sparkling blue eyes.
"Yeah. me either,"
He smirked at me. I saw
immediately that not only had he grown a goatee on
his gorgeous tanned face,
but that there were some short curlies coming out
the top of his black
A&F jersey. He caught me looking and grinned broadly.
"You don't know how hard I had to fight to grow this
for you. You gonna
make it worth my
while?"
"You really are a self-centered bastard,"
I said with just a hint
of a smile on my lips. He laughed and swept me up
into a long kiss. His
bristle pressed against my face as his warm hot tongue
probed my mouth.
We were kissing when he
stopped suddenly and almost pushed me over as he
raced to the kitchen.
"Muffins!!!"
He hollered,
"These have to be from your neighbor, the great
cook?"
He pounced on them and
was sticking one up to his mouth as raced to take
them away, But my Kitchen
floor was very waxed wood, and I was wearing
socks... So I hit the
very slick floor in my socks and skidded all the way
up to him, accidentally
smashing the muffin all over his face. Pieces were
falling out of his nose
and the icing went clear up to his eyebrows. For a
moment, we just locked
eyes and neither of us knew what to do. Then a large
chunk fell off his face
and hit the floor, and we started laughing so hard
we were crying. We
laughed and laughed and held each other to keep from
falling over.
We split the last muffin
as a compromise, though I was assured that he would
seek revenge... 'several
times if I'm lucky.' I thought.
We were at Phil's by 5
o'clock, being kept away from the birthday cake they
were going to surprise us
with. Dan and Steve were manning the barbecue
grill, making a flurry of
hamburgers and hot dogs. For a change, I wasn't in
the kitchen scooping up
salads and side items. I wasn't even doling out
chips or condiments.
I was wrapped up in two
very formidable-looking arms. It's not as if I was
thinking of escaping, but
I guess they were as much a symbol of protection
as they were a means of
capture. I was definitely not complaining.
Even the music was being
provided by the rest of the crew, though at one
point I did sing a rousing
chorus of "My Man." You know the old song, "Fish
gotta swim and birds
gotta fly, I can't help, loving one guy, can't help,
loooooving that ma-a-an
of mine." So on and so on.
We were chased inside
early by the mosquitoes. Everyone was crazy. Even
Melissa started to get
silly, cans of crazy string were flying, people were
being pantsed. Wet
willies and titty-twisters were all over the damned
place. Even water balloons and a hose made
appearances. It was quite the
juvenile time.
Then, at 8 o'clock, a
silver Sebring convertible with the top down pulled up
to the house, and a guy
looking to be in his early 30s climbed out and
started walking up the
driveway. Melissa stopped what she was doing and went
flying out to greet him
with a big hug. When he walked in, I noticed several
things about him. He was
very good looking, but in a different way.
'Sophisticated casual'
I'd call it. You could tell by the way
he carried
himself that he wasn't
from here. If Austin looked as if he's stepped off
the pages of an
Abercrombie and Fitch Quarterly, this guy looked as if he'd
just come from a Versace
add, or maybe a GQ layout. He was about 5-foot-11,
maybe 160 or 170 pounds,
with bleached blond hair that was mussed in the
current popular style. He
had blondish-brown facial scruff, green eyes, one
small gold hoop earring
dangling from each ear, and he was wearing a loose
fitting white silk button
up that showed his great tan with plaid A&F shorts
and brown Skecher
sandals. Between the three of us we had on most of A&F's
spring catalog.
I guess Austin noticed me
appraising him, because his arms suddenly became
much tighter and I could
feel him tensing up.
"Who's grandpa?"
he whispered in my ears.
I almost laughed at the obvious jealousy. It was
cute. I didn't tell
Austin
that 'grandpa' was giving
us a birthday present that would blow all the
others away. I thought
that it would be better to let him meet the guy
first.
I did tell him that he
should be nice since Ryan hadn't been here very long
and didn't know anybody
outside of work.
Ryan was introduced
around the room and then finally came up to Austin and
me.
"Last but not least, you guys have to be Alex and
Austin,"
He said, shaking our
hands.
"It's nice to meet you. I hope once I get to know
you guys and you guys get
to know me that we can be
friends. I don't have any gay friends here except
for my roommate, Brandon,
and there are days when I really miss my friends
in California."
We all talked for a
while, and Austin held onto me like I was his last
vestige of
heterosexuality rather than the guy who was threatening it. I
guess alpha male lingo
and tradition transcends gay-straight boundaries...
But his none-too-subtle
message was clear to all: "This is mine!"
I guess there are a lot
of guys and a lot of feminists out there that hate
this masculine bravado
stuff. I am not burdened by that
bullshit.
Suddenly, Cynthia and a
few of the girls disappeared with Dennis and Phil. I
smiled. It really was
cute watching straight people try to throw surprise
parties. I had so much to
teach them. Sure enough, a few minutes later a
hand shot out and turned
off the lights. Then Dennis and Phil came out
holding cakes and
everyone was singing "Happy Birthday."
Regardless of whether I
was expecting it, I blushed and so did the
touchy-feely Austin. When
we stood up and went to the bonfire that was our
cakes, I was puzzled for
a second. They were both baseball players. Then I
read the icing shirts:
"PITCHER" and "CATCHER."
I started laughing so
hard that it was only Austin's arms keeping me up.
Then he read it and
started to laugh, too. In fact, it was a ripple effect
going across the room. It
wasn't until I was starting to blow out my candles
that I began to count
them.
"OK, Who the hell
put 46 candles on my cake?"
I demanded loudly. But
let's face it, by this point in the evening even a
heart attack would have
been met
with laughter.
So Austin was handed some
chocolate "CATCHER" cake and I was handed some
cherry chip
"PITCHER" cake. The joke wasn't lost on me.
After the cake was eaten,
the girls started to bring out the presents. Based
solely on the grin and
personalities of the assembled group, I decided I
Really, desperately
wanted to get out now. No such luck. This was going to
be a gay bashing of an
entirely new fashion.
When Phil handed
similar-sized boxes to Austin and I, he said,
"These are not just birthday presents, they are also
part of a something
else we owe you."
In Austin's box was a red
shirt with white lettering saying: "First Annual
Locked Bathroom Door
Memorial Award." Then on the front it said "WINNER" in
huge letters. Mine was almost identical. It said:
"First Annual Locked
Bathroom Door Memorial
Award." And on the front is said "PRIZE" in huge
letters.
We blushed, hugged and
thanked them.
"Austin, I think there's a theme tonight. I REALLY
hate it when straight
people get too
comfortable with gayness,"
I said just loud enough
for everyone to hear. Glen and Jennifer were next.
They had several presents
for us. For me, Glen found a book by Mel White
about being Christian and
gay. As he handed it to me, he said he'd already
read it and had learned a
lot. He told me he was so glad we'd gotten past
our issues.
Then he and Jennifer gave
the words "Christian
edit" glued underneath. On the inside, they had glued
black paper over all the
pictures with yellow smiley faces in the center.
We were falling on each
other laughing, especially when Glen said they had
glued in all the paper
themselves and had to see all the original pictures.
Then Jennifer started to
laugh so hard, beer came out her nose. When she
finally sputtered out
that she made Glen buy the book at the mall by
himself, we all began to
roar.
"Yeah, and Frank the cashier was so impressed by my
courage, he gave me his
number and told me to
call
him,"
Glen said with a huge
grin.
"So, which of you wants the number?"
Glen said, waving a piece
of paper at us.
"Why don't you give it to Ryan?"
Ryan smiled and took the
number.
"Charity cases? Am I at that age already?
Damn. Well, at least I'll
get a discount on books."
"Toss it Ryan, I know a lot better class of queers
then that. Oh, and we
still don't have the
whole story on Dennis,"
I said with an innocent
bat of my eyes to Dennis.
Ryan glanced over at
Dennis and said,
"Tempting, but if
he's on our team, I think we play the same position."
Dennis toasted him and
said, "Damn stra ... Right!"
slight amount of pressure
to his hand, I moved it down just a bit so it more
of a hug and less of a
chokehold.
"OK, next presents,"
Melissa said as she
handed Austin and I some nicely decorated shirt boxes.
My box had a baseball
player-styled uniform that said "Catcher" on the
breast and on the back
over the number 68. When
identical except -- as we
all knew it would -- it said "Pitcher" and the
number was 69.
"I thought that
since 68 is under 69 it was perfect. Now you have your own
team,"
Melissa said.
I was amazed that anyone
would spend this much on what was essentially a
joke. I mean, the jerseys
were quality made, matching baseball caps. I
finally decided I really
admitted to myself that I could see us wearing
these out to some of the
clubs and events.
"Thank you guys, now we have stuff to wear at
GAYDAYS in June."
I said to Melissa and
Dan.
Steve handed me a
five-pound tub of Crisco and a pack of latex gloves. He
had a Shit-eating grin on
his face, and everyone but poor
laughing.
"Look honey, isn't that cute. I didn't know Crisco
came in tubs this
small."
I said.
"If I hear a glove snap tonight, I'm breaking
anything that touches me!"
"Maybe you need to explain those shirts to
him," Phil laughed.
"Yes, But if 'I' hear a glove snap, I am breaking
absolutely everything
that gets near me!"
I shot back at Phil.
Dennis gave us a nice
bottle of champagne and a set of glasses and a note
that read, "For
tomorrow." Naturally,
that meant. I had to hand it to Dennis, he might look
like a bouncer, but
he was pure class.
When most of the
festivities were done Ryan came over to us and said,
"I don't have anything to give you tonight. But,
I'll pull up to the
employee's entrance at
"For our birthdays, Ryan is getting us into Disney
along with Dan, Melissa,
Phil and Korma," I
said, purposely withholding that we'd also be staying
overnight.
him. I let them talk and
trusted that both of them were mature enough to be
left on their own. Which was my nice way of hoping that
himself. Melissa had said that Ryan had been a really
good high school
baseball player, but not
good enough to play for a major college. Maybe they
would find common ground.
As six members of the
core group had to be on the road by
morning and it was going
on
almost had to kill people
who started talking about 'staying at Disney
overnight' in front of
and coming up with five
or fifteen.
when we stopped at
traffic lights. One car full of girls was hooting and
hollering, so Austin and
I mooned them. I had to redress at the apartment
just to walk across the
parking lot.
At the top of my stairs
legs. Since it was fairly
late around my complex, I just walked out of them
and waited for
off my remaining clothing
in microseconds and moments later was just as
naked as I was.
"How about I give you the rest of your present
now?"
his suitcase and started
to dig in it. It was obvious that something was
missing by his frantic
searching.
"Damn!"
He began yelling over and
over. Then he went to my dresser and opened my
draw and took out my
lube.
"Ummm, where do you keep your condoms, babe?"
He asked as nonchalantly
as he could. Like he had some reason I couldn't
have known about that he
needed them for. Unfortunately, I had given my last
three to Michael for a
date the previous week.
when I told him.
After a small cussing fit
he smiled and hugged me and said,
"Well, I'm still not telling you what I'm getting
you, but you'll have to
wait till tomorrow."
I smiled warmly and said,
"Well, I can't imagine what it is, but I'm sure
it's going to be special
'whatever'
it is."
And so with liberal
amounts of kissing and one mutual blowjob, we went to
sleep with me wrapped in
his arms.
As soon as the alarm went
off the next morning, we were running around the
apartment like bees on
methamphetamine. While he showered, I got most of his
stuff packed and moved to
the jeep. Then I packed all my stuff as well.
All
this and he still had no
clue we were staying.
We hit the road at
forced to listen to my
early morning road-trip tape: ABBA Gold. But true to
his gay half-nature, he
was bopping and singing along within two songs. To
this day, I'm totally
convinced that Abba makes cars more fuel-efficient and
may increase speed or
somehow alter time/space continuums.
So despite
interstate in
to follow Ryan's
directions to a convenience store located off the busy
highway through
Phil and Korma came up
behind us. Sure enough, less than five minutes later,
Ryan drove up from the side
road in his silver Sebring convertible - he had
the top down - and
signaled for us to fall in behind him. He drove back down
the side road for a
couple of miles, then turned into a guarded entry gate.
I could see him flash a
badge to the guard, and the two talked briefly
before the guard raised
the gate to allow Ryan to drive through. The gate
remained raised as the
guard smiled and waved us through as well. The
two-lane road wound past
Tomorrowland - there was
right - and within
minutes we were parked in the Contemporary lot. Ryan
climbed out of his car
and handed me a card with his numbers on it and some
hotel information that we
needed. Even though it was a Saturday, Ryan
explained he was working
on a project with several co-workers and they had
decided to come in.
Although I wanted to wait
to surprise
should get our rooms done
now so we could come back and change later when it
got too hot. So I spilled
it all to
little adventure.
He was almost running
around me in circles as we went back to our cars.
Several times, I would
have to say he actually bounced. He was so excited he
didn't even flinch when
the cute guy behind the counter told us we'd be in a
one-bed suite on the 14th
floor overlooking
In fact,
elevator. I heard several
"aaaaawwwwws" and a few laughs from the front desk
workers.
If I hadn't been with him
every second of the day thus far, I'd have sworn
he was on crystal or
something. I was seeing a child-like side of
only glimpsed little
pieces of before... He was Acting like an 8-year-old on
Christmas morning. It was making all of us smile.
When we got to our room,
we were both caught up in the moment. As
we walked
in to our room we found a
huge tray with a chilled bottle of Remmy Martin
fancy Chocolate
truffles. A note attached to a vase with
a single orchid
said, "Enjoy your
room, Ryan." As I poured the champagne
identical truffles and
stuck one in my mouth for me and then ate his... The
boy nearly had an
orgasm... If I wasn't almost having one myself because
they really were that
good... I may have been jealous. We took our flutes
and walked to the balcony
overlooking the lake and park below.
up and threw his free arm
over my shoulder and pulled me close. I felt so
secure that moment.
"Do you know how crazy and wonderful my life has
been just since we met?"
He asked without looking
at me. Our eyes were both fixed on the view as it
unfolded before us.
"Well, if it's been half as crazy as mine, I'd say
you need a long nap and
a longer drink,"
I replied with a warm
nudge from my head to his chest.
"Like anyone gets sleep with you in bed?"
He teased as he hugged me
tighter to him.
"Do we have to go to the park or can we just stay
here?"
I asked from near his
armpit.
"Well, there's no rule that says we have to go to
the park,"
"But you know those fuckers will get security to
open our doors if we don't
answer."
"So? Let's answer in the middle of midair
penetration,"
I grinned.
"OK. First of all, I have no clue what midair
penetration is,"
Then he got a big grin I
could feel even several inches below it.
"And second, you know I don't do that nasty anal
shit."
We were both almost
laughing, as we both knew the other knew what his
"present" was,
what he'd planed, and what he'd run into buy at the drug
store.
"Mmmm hmmm. You fo'got two impor'an words
baby,"
I said in perfect Puerto
Rican sista vernacular.
"Yeah, what?"
he asked, amused.
"'Yyyy' and 'et!'"
I said as I snapped my
fingers twice.
We drank in silence for a
few minutes before Austin Casually put his empty
glass down, took mine and
held it to my lips to finish, then sat it on the
table next to his... Then
began to tickle me.
We were finally
interrupted by a knock at the door.
"You were so totally just saved by the fucking
bell!"
I wiggled free and ran to
the door,
"What bell, doofus?"
I swung the door open and
jumped behind whoever happened to be waiting there
just as
the other four. I darted
out, and they started to laugh as soon they saw our
antics. Dan grabbed me
under the armpits and lifted me up.
"I believe this is yours,"
He said as he walked
toward
"You keep the little shit know it all. He thinks
you're cuter than me
anyways,"
"Daniel is already spoken for,"
Melissa said with a smile
as she put her arms around him protectively.
I
tilted my head to the
side like a little kid and asked with as much
innocence as I could
muster,
"You mean you wouldn't share?"
Melissa promptly said,
"No dear, would you?"
"No, in fact if I see any Disney quuens looking at
him too long I will
report their asses soooo
fast to their superiors, they won't even have time
to gossip about the hunk
and his midget boyfriend."
Melisa laughed then
looked me deeply in the eyes before getting a cat-like
smile and saying somewhat
mysteriously,
"I feel sorry for anyone who underestimates you
honey. Very, very sorry."
She smiled and pushed me
back at Austin, who 'grudgingly' caught me. Of
course, I was then
tickled into helpless goo, but everyone else enjoyed it.
We did something of a
haphazard tour of the
minutes North of it
(barring traffic) so we had all been there dozens and
dozens of times. Primarily we hit the longer, darker rides so
that
and I could make out. I
didn't know if he
Knew all about the video
cameras on the rides. But I did, and I figured if a
queen was working, he
needed a show.
Boy, did they get one.
What had started out as simple kissing and groping,
dissolved into his hands
sliding down the back of my pants and up the front
of my shirt.
Finally I stopped him and
said,
"Honey, you gotta calm it down a little. They have
cameras everywhere, and
they will toss us out if
it goes too far."
He got a wicked grin and
said,
"I know. I just wanted to see how far I had to go
till you would say
anything, you little
exhibitionist tramp!"
We stopped and turned to
face one another in the Pirates of the
entrance. I was full of
piss and vinegar as my grandmother used to say.
and short, well-groomed
goatee trailing down to a trimmed chest full of
brown hair down his
treasure trail to a well-groomed crotch. There was a lot
of hair on both his
forearms and legs. His skin was tanned from lots of time
in the sun, and he would
have been black if not for all the sunscreen he
wore. His sapphire blue eyes still had the power to
freeze me; he knew all
the looks it took. His
muscles rode on his body like those of a lion or
tiger, graceful and ready
to spring. With a different mind, a different
heart he could have been
physically dangerous. I wondered at times if he
wasn't dangerous in an
entirely different way.
"I'm not ashamed of you shortstop. I LOVE being seen
WITH You. You know
I'm here for your
pleasure," I said in this low and raspy voice as I looked
in his eyes and let my
head roll gently to the side as I stuck my pinky in
my mouth and sucked on
the tip.
"Like I said,"
Melissa stated,
"Very, very, sorry for anyone underestimating
you."
"Damn!"
Phil stated.
"He even gave me a hard-on."
That broke the spell, and
we all laughed as
said,
"Go get your own, I've almost trained this one do
things the way I like
them."
He said as he flashed a
grin over his shoulder at me. I just
walked up to
him and ran my hand
gently across his buttocks.
"Somebody is underestimating me"
I said as sweetly as I
could.
We broke up to our
respective couples.
gropy and relented to
just handholding on rides and simple kisses when no
one else could see...
well, except the camera guys. Every few minutes,
others to overhear,
"Can we go back to the room yyy-et?"
Finally, Dan said,
"OK, but if you do we all get to watch."
Before I could say
anything,
"Fine with me. You know he's a little exhibitionist
perv anyways."
"Hey! Fuck both y'all!"
I scowled.
"Man, you're right, and apparently he's into
threesomes, too!"
Korma laughed.
>From the Magic
Kingdom, we took the monorail to the transportation center,
and then got on another
monorail that ran from the transportation center to
Epcot.
We did a few of the
exhibits at Epcot before heading to the Japan pavilion,
which was my favorite. It
was almost 5 o'clock, and Ryan was waiting for us
on a bench outside the
noodle house.
"You kids having fun?"
He asked as we got our
food and found a place to sit.
"Yeah, it's either the giant talking rodents or the
company. By the way,
did you know Chip and
Dale were gay?"
Phil queried.
Ryan played along, looking around as if he was about to
share a company
secret that he didn't
want others to overhear.
"Well, we're not supposed to talk about it. But
those two are inseparable.
I heard they had a
commitment ceremony last year."
He spoke in a soft voice,
and then deftly used the chopsticks to coax a
noodle into his mouth.
"Yeah, well Dale was giving Alex the eye. And then
Austin and Chip got all
upset and started
pouting. Ugly scene,"
Phil added.
"Yeah, this little
tart'll do anything with a fuzzy face and an employee
badge,"
Austin said seconds
before he realized that he'd put his large foot into his
equally large mouth.
His face went pale as he
looked at Ryan and gasped for an apology.
"Special preference given to those who can stuff
their cheeks with nuts,"
Melissa added coyly. The humor broke the tension of a
serious faux pas.
"Austin, looks like you can get a guaranteed job
here when you graduate,"
Phil taunted.
"If he graduates. He's not even playing this season,
and his grades are
still slipping
lately,"
I added with a scowl to
Austin.
"I guess maybe I've had a distraction lately. Gee,
maybe I should give
it..."
Before he could finish
I'd unobtrusively grabbed his balls under the table