I awoke the next day with
a huge arm draped over me and a huge hard-on
gently pushing at my ass.
I smiled warmly and wiggled back against
idea. While leaving the
top half of my torso locked beneath his warm arms
and against his awesome
chest, I swung my hips out and used my toes to lift
the condom box and bring
it to me, then I used both feet to lift the lube
and bring it to my
hand. I was smiling as I did this just
imaging his
comments.
As gently as I could, I
lubed my hands and then reached behind me to lube
his muscular hard on. I
was curious as to whether this was an
morning woody, or if the
Viagra was still kicking. After the lube, I gently
put a condom on him, not
an easy thing to do in this position, but I'd had
practice with my former
boyfriend, Jake. I re-lubed
was spread over his
rager.
Next, I began pushing my
ass onto his cock, which is an awful lot easier
when you're sitting on it
and allowing gravity to help. Regardless,
eventually I worked him
in and when his cock passed the sphincter and felt
the warm soft wet
insides, his body did what came natural. I was gently
sleep-fucked for a few
minutes before he fell into a different sleep phase
and wrapped himself
totally around me, his hard cock still lodged deep
within me and his legs
over mine. He had one arm under me as a pillow and
one slung like a giant
security bar over me. If I tried saying
any part of
this wasn't heaven, I'd
be lying. So with gentle hip movements I began
fucking myself.
Despite the wonderful
feeling and wicked fun I was having, eventually I
fell asleep nestled like
a crab by an octopus. I was lulled to sleep by his
gentle hot breath on the
back of my neck and his tender snores. I awoke
some time later to the
gentle prodding of my ass by a cock still buried
deep within it.
When I pushed back into
him and used my ass to grasp at his cock he spoke
softly into my ear,
"Good morning, gorgeous. Apparently someone was a
frisky this
morning, huh?"
His hand moved from my
belly to my chest and began gently twisting and
toying with my nipples.
I got a big grin and
twisted my upper torso and arched my neck to meet his
face.
"I don't know what you're ta..."
He thrust forward
suddenly.
"Uhhh ... lking about."
After the surprise
thrust, he leaned his face down and kissed me
deeply. His hips began
their slow, almost lazy thrusting. I could feel his
fuzzy chest pressed on my
back and his fuzzy chin roaming between my ear
and my shoulders. It felt
magnificent rasping across my neck.
After 30 minutes or so,
my stomach. He lay on my
back and continued his gentle thrusts. My feet
were Pinned beneath his
heavy legs, and he used his tongue and fuzzy face
to keep my face pinned to
the pillow I rested on. As my moans grew, he
allowed me to arch my
neck around so we could kiss...
I lay pinned and fucked
for half an hour before the Austin who'd obviously
been reading his gift
from Glen pulled me to him and rolled so that he was
on his back with me
laying on top of him facing the ceiling. He brought
both hands up and ravaged
my body, groping, grabbing, twisting and rubbing
every exposed inch of my
front. Finally, one hand went to my very hard cock
and began stroking me.
That was glorious.
As I finally reached that
point and arched my back, he exploded with a
furry of thrusts into my
ass. Within a few seconds, I reached that point
too, and he wasn't the
only the one that was thrashing on the bed and
moaning and cursing
loudly. I exploded so hard I hit my forehead then my
belly. I was gasping so
hard,
As we lay together, me in
his arms, bathed in post-orgasmic warmth, our
phone rang.
"Yes?" I
asked with as much energy as I could summon.
"Well, did you let him get any sleep?" Korma asked with a laugh.
"A little, I guess," I laughed, then asked,
"Can you keep one more secret and not tell
anyone?"
"Ummm ... Sure, I guess. What?" she stammered.
"One of the presents he gave me was two Viagra
pills, which we took
last night." I said. As soon as he heard that,
phone away from me.
"Oh. Well, am I disturbing anything?" she asked as she heard the
grunting and giggling and
sounds of wrestling.
"Noooo. We were done ages ago. At least 15
minutes!" I yelled into
the receiver that was
being yanked from my hands.
"Alex has been naughty. And I just remembered he
never got the
birthday spanking he's
sooo about to get!"
he sat on top of me.
In reality I could get
out of this with no problem, thanks to my judo
training. But losing was
a hell of a lot more fun sometimes.
"Yeah, one hour... got it. Oh, when is check
out?"
"Oh, cool! That Ryan is fuckin' awesome.
then, Korma,"
attention on me with a
look of serious consternation.
"You are sooooo
gonna get it now!"
As I giggled and laughed
and tried to squirm away from him, he easily
wrangled me over his knee
and began swatting my ass. Not really a true
spanking, the swats were
more noise then they were painful. But I got 28 of
them (27 plus one for
luck), and my ass was actually sore by this point.
"Fuck, those are some red fucking ass cheeks! I
wonder if they'd
feel any different if I
fucked them?"
I wiggled my ass a little
and arched it up to show I'd be willing to try.
"Dude," he laughed,
"if I'd met you in high school, I don't think I'd
have ever touched
a chick. Are you a nympho, or are all gay dudes like
this?"
"They're all this horny, just not this
tight!" I grinned up at
him, still hanging over
his knees.
His big hands cupped and
rubbed my cheeks. It caused my hole to wink at
him. He swatted me again
as he laughed.
"Fuckin-A. You are one serious pervert!" he lifted me up as he
stood.
"We got 45 minutes before the gang comes up to
collect us. So why
don't you go get ready?
Oh, and you need to shave your ass and chest
again."
I headed off toward the
bathroom, stopping before I entered. I turned back
to watch him lounging
magnificently on the sheets like a magazine model.
"Any chance you might wanna shave the hard-to-reach
spots?" I
asked as coyly as I
could.
The brilliant smile that
hit his face exploded like a Roman candle, and he
almost flew past me as he
grabbed my arm and dragged me to the tub.
Twenty minutes later, I
was standing in front of the bathroom mirror,
smooth as glass except
for my face. I'd begun shaving my face when Austin
climbed out of the shower
and wrapped himself in a towel. When he left the
bathroom, I figured that
would be it until I saw him reappear and walk up
to me.
Without saying a word, he
lifted my towel from behind and let his drop. He
pressed me against the
sink, and I felt his cock enter my seriously
stretched ass. There was
no gentle fuck this time. His eyes locked with
mine in the mirror as he
slammed his hips into me. This was
animal. Our
eyes never left each
other. When my moans got too loud, he used a big hand
to muffle my mouth. I came with barely a full stroke. I shook as my body
tried to find more it
could shoot into the towel that still hung between my
groin and the sink.
As my orgasm subsided, I
gently but firmly bit the fleshy palm of his hand
beneath his thumb. This seemed to cause him to go over the edge,
and he
growled fiercely and
finally bent his head forward and bit into my
shoulder, firmly but not
painfully. His hips slammed me hard against the
counter as I felt his
organ throb within me.
Some time later,
contact with me. He
gently leaned over and put his very fuzzy face to my
ears, which sent an
electric shock down my spine. I arched into his face,
and he wrapped his arms
around me.
"After breakfast, I am bringing you back here and
screwing your ass
like a cheap erector
set. I'll have you for three hours
before we have to
leave. And if some part
of me isn't inside you, something will be very ..."
He stuck his tongue in my
ear.
"Very..."
He stuck his tongue in my
ear again.
"Wrong. Now get dressed. We're late."
One of his huge hands
swung low and swatted my already sore ass.
His "commander"
voice was turning on the last few cells of body, which
hadn't already been
excited. "One day, we we're going
to have to explore
some uniform play,"
I thought happily as I dressed and watched him slip on
some baggy gray A&F
shorts, his "pitcher" white striped shirt and his red
A&F hat. I was inches
away from jumping his bones again. But his sudden
serious mood seemed to
forbid that. We were ready at almost the same time,
and as I ran out the door
his hand swatted my ass again.
"Move it, cupcake!" he ordered.
We ate breakfast at the
Grand Floridian hotel, opposite the lake from the
Magic Kingdom. What a lay
out! What a menu! Each of us ordered our food and
sat back to absorb the
elegance and old-world charm of the place. Ryan had
set this up for us. He
had style, a real polish that showed not only in his
dress and speech, but in
his choices and mannerisms, too.
Now that Austin knew Ryan
was also a top, I knew better than to stare too
long. Besides, I had
heaven next to me. He wasn't polished, he wasn't
suave, he wasn't in the
least bit elegant, and I knew with absolute
certainty that he could
make fart noises with his arm pits. But he also
loved me.
"Duuuude! What's got you two smiling like Forrest
Gump?" Dan asked
with a wicked smirk.
I blushed and laughed as
Austin stuffed fried eggs in his mouth and
shrugged at him.
Korma looked at me
seriously a second then her eyes got wide and she
squealed,
"No way!? Oh my god. You two!"
Austin put his fork down
and looked from Korma to Phil to Dan to me, then
rolled his eyes.
"And what have you
just learned about secrets and gossip, Korma?"
She rolled her eyes in
exasperation,
"Well nothing yet. Alex hasn't had a chance to tell
me anything!"
To which most of us
laughed.
"So, how was your 'game' boys? Did all the players
figure out their
positions?" Melissa asked coyly as she munched on toast
daintily.
Austin and I looked at
each other, grinned like fools and began to blush
deeply.
"I think in queer, that means yes," Phil said
between bites of his
huevos rancheros.
"You two might be the cutest couple I have ever
seen. If Disney
doesn't go with Chip and
Dale for gay couple of the year again, I'm
nominating you
guys," Ryan said with a grin as Austin and I tried to
compose ourselves.
Dan looked up and pouted
and said, "Damnit, I knew I should have made my
move when I had a
chance!" Melissa just swatted him on the arm and laughed
with the rest of us.
When breakfast was over,
we all took turns thanking Ryan, What a strange
turn-on watching Austin
hug the equally fine Ryan. Ryan told us how pleased
he was to help and said
he'd be in touch about doing something next
weekend, which he had
off.
Melissa and Korma wanted
to go shopping at some of the stores in Epcot, so
off they dragged went
with Phil and Dan in tow.
Austin put his arm his
arm around me and said,
"Man, the more I see things like that, the more I
think I made the
right choice."
Phil looked over at us
and asked,
"So what are you two doing the rest of the
morning?"
Austin squeezed me
tightly to him and said,
"Going back to our room."
I'm sure he gave them a
wicked grin. They all got knowing looks.
Dan stopped a second and
looked at us, then turned to look at Melissa, did
a second double take then
asked as though he was weighing his options,
"Shopping or sleeping with a guy? Shopping or
sleeping with a
guy...?"
We all laughed at his
obvious aversion to shopping. I said quickly,
"Well Dan, unless Phil puts out you're outta luck.
We're taken, and
Ryan's working."
"Come on. Help a guy out?" he said mockingly.
Ryan was raising his hand
to say something with a smirk on his face when
Melissa shot her little
brother an evil look, grabbed Dan by the arm and
dragged him off kicking
and screaming.
"You ready, kiddo?" Austin asked as we walked back toward the
monorail.
"You sure we can't go shopping?" I asked softly, with a pout.
Austin stopped and turned
to look at me with his blazing blues, which
caught the morning
sun. He quickly put his new Oakleys on.
"We can play games if you want, or we can go back
and get naked. We
won't have time for
both," he said. He was so matter-of-fact and blunt I
was shocked right out of
my little game. I grabbed his hand and held it
over my shoulder as I led
him to the monorail station. Although I
never
actually saw it, I'm
almost certain he had that little victory grin men get
when they win a point.
The monorail took us back
to the Contemporary. While we were walking back
toward the elevators, I
saw Chip and Dale posing for photos with some of
the kids. I grabbed
Austin and headed over. As they were inside one of the
stores, I bought a
disposable camera and asked the guy working the counter
if he'd take our picture
with Chip and Dale. He was more than happy to help
out
Anyways, Chip and Dale
stood on either side of us and Austin hugged me
close. Then the guy taking our pictures said,
"That's sweet. You want a couple more?"
Austin said yes, then
grabbed me and laid a big wet one on my mouth. I
closed my eyes and was so
enjoying the kiss I didn't even consider the fact
that a few months ago,
he'd never even been with a guy, and now
this. Someone was doing
something right. We took a few more pictures, then
went back to the room.
In the room, Austin went
and looked out our window at the lake. Even his
back was a wonder to
watch, and I was drawn to go up and hug him from
behind.
"You won't see anything that way baby, here, let me
help," Austin
said as he peeled off his
shirt, his back muscles flexing and stretching
like some erotic
orchestration. I reached up and ran my hands
over the
gorgeous muscles.
Slowly, Austin turned
around and took my hands in his, lacing our fingers
together and bringing
them to his lips for a gentle kiss.
"Have I told you how fuckin' gorgeous you
are?" Austin asked.
I just shook my head no and
buried my face in his fuzzy chest that was hard
as steel but covered with
a soft silky coat of brown hair. Finally, I moved
my face over and began to
lick, suck and nibble on his nipple.
There was no frantic
rutting or athletic sex, no marathon of intercourse
the rest of the morning.
We simply licked, sucked, kissed and petted each
other. He examined how far my legs would stretch in
each position, and I
took a long, languid time
sucking on his overworked cock.
We talked about the
weekend, about what good friends we had and about what
lay ahead for us as I
licked his nipples and enjoyed lying fully upon his
massive and hairy chest
and across his warm body. We also talked about the
strange d飯r of the Contemporary, how it looked like a
retro attempt to
look, well, retro. The
walls screamed upscale 1970, and the art, well,
screamed something.
As I lay on his chest and
critiqued the d飯r, he gently
stroked my hair
and used his other hand
to hold and play with my ass. It was strangely
soothing, and soon I was
listening to his heartbeat and zoning towards a
nap.
"What are we doing
after check out?" Austin asked.
"OH! We're going to meet Michael at Little Saigon, I
didn't tell
you because it would have
ruined the surprise, and then I forgot."
I said
to his chest.
"That's your gay friend, right?" Austin asked.
"Yeah. I was bad so they limited me to one gay
friend. I had to
trade the rest in for a
toaster," I answered with a grin.
"If I stay with you, am I going to be a bitter
sarcastic bitch like
you?" Austin asked with an ease that would leave
one assuming he hadn't
caught on to what I'd
said.
"I hope not. We won't have any friends then," I
yawned into his
chest.
"Fuck 'em if they can't take a joke," Austin
smirked.
Austin got up a little
later to finish off the wine we'd gotten at Epcot
the day before. As he
walked back to the bed with two wine glasses, he sat
them down on a table next
to the chair that was near our bed. Rather then
laying down, he reached
down and grabbed my leg and brought it up to his
lips until I was nearly
on my shoulders. When his tongue snaked
out and
writhed between my
largest toes, I inhaled sharply. The bottoms of my feet
were so insanely
ticklish.
He was having a power
trip teasing me and bringing his tongue just short of
my soles. I was beyond
ticklish on the soles. As he tortured me, I tried to
find a way out, even if
it was exquisite torture. I noticed that he was
leaning over and laying
more of my body on the bed, thus more of my
balance. Finally, I
realized he was right in front of the chair, so I
placed my other foot on
his chest. When he released the first foot to grab
the second, I simply
pushed gently with my foot and he went sprawling in
the chair with a
surprised face.
A second later I was
standing in front of him with a box of condoms, some
lube, and a huge grin.
"Bold move for a little shit, so what's next?"
he asked as he crossed
his arms behind his head and leaned back relaxed. I
sat on the floor and
began to minister to his cock. It grew gently in my
lips and became like a
rock after a few minutes.
"Yeah? That all you're fuckin' doing?" Austin asked with feigned
boredom.
Without a word, I reached
for the condoms on the table, which caused his
cock to jump ever
slightly. I got a sly grin, and he began to breathe a
little deeper in
anticipation. I took a silver pack, ripped it open, took
the mildly lubed ribbed
Trojan and unrolled it a bit and sat it on his
cock. Then I leaned over
and used my mouth and tongue to work it down his
rigid cock. His sharp
intake of air was making me grin. When it was all the
way on, I licked his
fuzzy balls for a few minutes.
When I stood up, I
grabbed the lube and reached down to liberally coat his
straining cock. Then I
handed him his drink and straddled the chair, facing
him. As agonizingly slow
as I could, I lowered myself onto his cock.
"Got anything left in there, big boy?" I asked.
He kissed me then
shrugged his shoulders,
"We'll see when the condom comes off, I guess."
I loved the little
shudder that shot through his body when I rested my ass
fully on his crotch.
And so for half an hour,
I used my leg muscles to fuck myself and bring my
boyfriend closer and
closer to orgasm. We kissed deeply while we fucked,
and his hands held me
tightly around my waist.
Finally, his meaty hands
held me still, and he used his awesome hips to
rabbit fuck me until his
eyes roiled back and he dropped me onto his
spasming cock. His head
slumped forward and rested on my shoulder.
Twenty minutes later, we
exited our bathroom and began dressing. Austin was
all worried about not
looking right for Michael, so he had me pick out
everything. He wore a
navy A&F polo that really set off his eyes, a pair of
baggy white Tommy
Hilfiger shorts and his brown deck shoes with no socks. I
dressed almost opposite
in blue shorts, a white and red A&F shirt, and
neutral-colored deck
shoes.
He sprayed three shots of
Izzey on, and I had a short talk about cologne
etiquette. So he washed
himself off a bit, and I finally said it was
better. He put on a gold
chain and a gold rope bracelet. I told
him he
couldn't look any better
unless he wanted to go nude, which most everyone,
especially Michael, would
love.
Rather than have the
other guys come up, we waited for their call then went
down to Dan and Melissa's
room and saw what they bought. We went over to
Phil and Korma's room
once we'd cleaned out Dan's room.
When we were done, we
went to the lobby and had a friendly guy named Marco
check us out. He was
obviously gay and gave us all a sincere farewell. We
hugged and agreed to call
later when we were all back home. Then we split
up and went to our
respective cars.
Forty-five minutes later,
I was pulling on to
towards Mills. One block
short of Mills, I saw the undersea mural on the
wall that signified the
entrance into the part of
district. The area had
loads and loads of Korean, Thai and Vietnamese
restaurants. There was also
a large number of Asian grocers and gift
shops. The place we
sought was behind the mural.
"I've never had Vietnamese food before. Is it more
like Japanese or
Chinese?"
"Neither. It's more like a real meal then Japanese,
and it has less
grease per serving then
Chinese. Some of the dishes are similar to
Chinese. They have egg
rolls, only the fried ones are called spring rolls
and the ones wrapped in
rice paper are called summer rolls. They have beef
and broccoli and a bunch
of similar foods, but they are soooooo much
better," I went on
enthusiastically.
This truly was one of my
favorite places on earth. The thought of sharing
it with
feet.
We walked in the front
door. Julie, my favorite female bar none, greeted me
as soon as she saw me
standing there.
"Hello, Alex. How are you today? Michael is waiting
for you in
other room," she
said in her lovely accent and smiled warmly as she guided
us toward our table.
As we neared the table, I
saw Michael. He was a difficult person to miss at
6-foot-6. He gave me a
playful sneer as I approached. That was his way of
saying, "Hi."
"I already bring you two order summer rolls with
extra peanut
sauce. What does your
friend want, more summer roll?"
Julie asked, smiling
brightly.
I looked at Austin, who
shrugged his shoulders at me.
"How about one order of summer rolls and one of
spring rolls. Oh,
and two of your jasmine
tea lemonades? Thanks Julie, you're the
best."
She seated us and handed
us the menus and drifted off towards the
kitchen. She stopped and
turned toward Michael.
"You be nice to Alex today. His new boyfriend not
going to
understand you play with
Alex."
Even with her reproach to
Michael, she smiled and laughed lightly as she
went off.
"Sup, bitch?"
Michael asked me, trying to hide his grin at being
scolded.
"Michael, this is Austin,
each other, either of
you!"
I ordered grinning like a
school kid even though I tried to look serious.
"You're cute, but I'm not taking fucking orders from
you, buddy
boy!"
Michael pretended to read
his menu as he stated,
"Good for you Austin. If you haven't learned
already, Alex likes to
be given orders. But
watch him. He's a sneaky little shit!"
"Yeah, no fuck!
So how do you deal with him when he starts his..."
At that point I coughed
loudly and said,
"I thought I told you two there was to be no talking
between you?!"
Michael grinned at me
then sighed and said,
"OK, biotch. But if I'm nice to you this time, you
have to be nice
to me next time we go
out, even if I'm drunk!"
I stuck out my hand and
said,
"Truce!"
Michael grabbed my hand
and shook it.
"Fine, but I'm still not saying anything nice about
you."
Julie saw this exchange
as she whisked
him.
"That nice. You two always fighting, and I have to
tell everybody
you only playing. Maybe
Alex new boyfriend not understand you guy," she
smiled at us.
We thanked Julie, and I
introduced
The first time I'd heard
of peanut sauce had been here, and I had to be
dared to try it. Now I
thought it was the most addictive thing on earth,
Besides
While Michael and I were
devouring our summer rolls,
the more familiar spring
rolls.
"You really like those raw ones?" he asked.
"Everything is cooked, silly. It's just wrapped in
rice paper
instead of wheat, and it
isn't fried. All that's inside are rice
noodles,
green onions, shrimp,
pork, and a few herbs," I said.
Michael added quickly
between bites,
"Besides, they hold a lot more sauce."
curly rice noodles inside
that looked like veins. I began to see what he
was he was seeing.
"So... do, um... straight guys eat these too?"
he asked.
"Because I've never seen a more phallic food in my
life."
I held mine and looked at
it while thinking about what he said.
"Do you know how many years of training Alex is
going to have to
undo to use his teeth on
those now?"
Michael said, chomping on
his summer roll.
"I just hope I don't get confused later on tonight."
Austin and Michael both
choked on their food and began sputtering, trying
not to laugh.
"I don't know why you were worrying about me scaring
him away when
you go and say shit like
that," Michael said in his soft
Finally, Julie came with
the drinks and took our order. I ordered
the barbequed meatballs
and shrimp paste on rice sticks, I ordered No. 38,
which is shrimp paste and
two summer rolls and Michael ordered the saut饤
chicken and shrimp paste.
I explained to
paste. It's almost like a
spicy meatloaf made from shrimp rather than beef
and formed over skewers
of sugar cane and roasted. It's delicious.
had to be convinced, so
Julie finally brought him out a piece to convince
him. He loved it.
I let Michael and
boyfriend and best friend
seemed to get along. Michael and I had been
nearly inseparable when
he lived in Daytona, but aside from phone calls, we
rarely got to spend much
time together since he'd moved to
when Jake had broken up
with me, Michael drove to my house to be with me as
I fell apart. He's not a
touchy-feely kind of guy, and I was seriously
depressed when all that
happened.
When the two started to
talk about baseball, Michael's eyes got wide
suddenly and he pointed
at
"Camble! You play baseball in
"Yup."
"So how did you land up with this guy who couldn't
tell a bat from
a hockey
stick?" Michael asked.
"lucky, I guess. Right place, right time."
Michael turned his gaze
from
"Now, I really hate you, you little bitch. Not only
do you get all
the straight boys,now you
get famous athletes, too? How THE HELL DO you do
it?"
I turned and grinned
coyly at
"I don't know. How did I land you, big guy?"
he suddenly blushed
harder and looked down again.
"OK. The two of you are gonna make me puke! Cut it out already!"
Michael gagged at us.
"Don't mind him
Austin, he's only like this till Christmas time, then he
gets to steal all the
Christmas decorations from Whoville. Then his little
heart that's three sizes
to small cheers up."
We had a long, leisurely
lunch. The two of them talked sports and school. I
encouraged
since Michael was both a
car enthusiast as well as a mechanic. At one
point, I got up and
excused myself to go to the bathroom. When I came back,
they were still talking
but there was a slight tension in the mood.
"So did Michael have time to fill you in on all the
details I asked
him not to tell
you?" I joked as I sat down.
"Yes, but he didn't believe me when I told him you
were into
fisting." Michael said flatly.
"That's because
up," I shot back
with an innocent smile and batting eyes.
him a huge compliment, he
beamed and glowed like he'd been set on fire.
"I see. Well, does he know how ticklish you
are?" Michael smiled
at me. He knew ways to
tickle me that no one else would ever have though
of.
"Yes!" I
said bravely, trying to think of all the places I hadn't
mentioned yet.
"Even with the phone?" Michael asked smirking.
then swallowed and said,
"Michael, because he's a freakish mutant, can make
these dolphin
noises and as soon as I
hear them I crack up laughing. Nothing that big
should be able to produce
these sounds."
As if to demonstrate his
point Michael let loose with one of his
mezzo-soprano falsetto
squeals. I have no way to even
approximate the
sound except to say it's
an awful lot like those right whale sounds they
play on TV and new-age
albums. As soon as he did it, I started to giggle
and put my head down on
the table to hide it.
"Dude, what the fuck are you squeezing to make that
sound?"
asked in amazement.
"Nothing," I said from beneath my arms on the
table as I cradled my
head.
"He's a freakish mutant, just like I said."
"Mutant, huh? I'm not the one who can be tickled
through his
shoes," Michael said
as he stuffed his last bite of chicken into his mouth.
"Why haven't I killed you yet?" I asked him earnestly.
"Cause you're a foot shorter than me, and you don't
have a
slingshot that goes with
those shoes I guess," Michael stated with a smirk
creeping across his face.
As tough and mean as he
tried to be, his lighter side often won out around
me.
Then Michael added,
"Besides, you're
twisted and you love being Tortured, and that's why you
brought
All I could do was stare
at him and shake my head. How do you deny
something like that? No
matter what you say, you look guilty. Especially
when it's all true, well
mostly.
"Listen
tickles or ass slapping,
your batting average is gonna really suffer. He's
a little shit, but he's
my little shit. I will share with you as long as
you don't abuse that
right. Understand?" Michael asked
with no sign of
emotion on his face.
relationship even by gay
standards. Complex, that's how friends put it. But
Michael was just making
sure
As Michael knew, I could
handle most situations in a face-to-face
situation, but I was a
pushover once I became emotionally involved.
"Michael, stop scaring my boyfriend. Sheesh! You're
worse then a
mother!"
"Well," he replied to me,
"this was nice. But I'm going out with Straneza
later to Parliament
House, so I'm gonna hafta
get going."
Michael said as he laid
his chopsticks down.
"Since it's your birthday weekend, I'll grab lunch
for you two. So,
are we still on for that
canoe trip next weekend?"
"Of course, had it planned for weeks," I said.
That was, unless
Austin and I smiled and
made kissy faces before Michael interrupted us.
"You know I want nothing but the best for you Alex,
but if you
start that stupid dating
thing where you stop calling your other friends, I
am going to be mad as
hell with you."
"Relax Michael, as long as he's in
happen. Tell Straneza I
said hi, and I'll call you tomorrow night." I
said, glad the
secret-fest was over.
"
that let's you put up
with the hyper little shit," Michael said as he shook
Michael and I hugged,
which seemed to take
me that he was surprised
by the open display of gay affection. He didn't
know what a
street from the GLBCS on
Colonial and right around the corner from the gay
bookstores and gift shops
on Mills. We said our goodbyes and sat to finish
our food as Michael took
the bill from Julie and went to pay.
"So? Whadda ya think?" I asked
"About what?"
was on his mind.
"Well, I meant about the food." I said.
"But while you're on it, what's going on, why the
sudden
strangeness with
you?"
dropped his head for a
second, and lifted it to look at me as he said,
"The food is awesome. Remind me always to trust you
on food
choices. Guess its part
of the gay package, huh?"
I smiled and shrugged my
shoulders and added,
"OK, so what's up? Was it that hard being around
more than one gay
guy?"
His face got all worried
and he held up his hands.
"No, that's not it. Fuck dude, I saw several tables
of fag, I mean
gays, sitting all around
us. I even surprised myself by how not an issue it
was."
Then he looked at me
again and studied my eyes for what seemed a long time
before he dropped his
head a second then lifted to ask me,
"OK, so who is Jake? When was all that stuff? How
the fuck long ago
was it? And, what is it
with you and Michael?"
It poured out so fast and
I hadn't been expecting any of these questions. I
just stared at him
open-mouthed for a second, then regained a little
composure.
I took a long drink of
the jasmine lemonade and finally said,
"Jake was my last boyfriend. We went out for two
years, got very
serious, lived together.
It ended abruptly. I kind of ... ummm ... lost my
grip. Michael helped me a
lot during all that time. It's been over for
almost two years... 17
months. Why?"
"Michael told me not to pull any Jake crap on
you,"
"Why would Michael bring all that up? I don't
understand?"
I asked confused and
suddenly as bewildered as
was just staring at me.
In fact, he went over and sat in Michael's seat so
he was across from me.
"Alex, Michael threatened me. He said that I ...
that if I pulled
another Jake on you, he
was going to find me ... and make sure I felt as
bad as you
did."
"Dude, Michael's in love with you. It's so fucking obvious."
I didn't know if I should
laugh, explain, laugh, or possibly be
mad. Finally, I swallowed
and figured I'd just explain.
"Honey, Michael and I are ... like brothers ... or
sisters
... Yeah, we love each
other but,"
I shook my head slowly
side to side.
"He was the first person I called after the whole
thing with Jake
fell apart."
"He ... he said that He and your other friends took
shifts for
three weeks watching you
cause they were scared to leave you by yourself
... that you were talking
..." Austin didn't finish. He
didn't have to. My
eyes gave me away.
"Yeah. All that's true. I was on Prozac for a year.
I ... didn't
deal well with the whole
thing. I don't think I would have actually done
... it. I don't know. I
can't believe Michael would tell you these things,"
I said, feeling as hurt
and confused as I felt betrayed.
"Dude, Michael said it because he fuckin' wants me
out of the
way. He wants you,"
Austin said, fighting back the pain and hurt.
I tried to protest and
explain things, but Austin got excited and started
to raise his voice.
"And I mean, I know what he sees. I can't imagine
being around you
all that time and not
being with you. And that's why he's so ... why he
picks on you and teases
you, cause that's how he deals with not having
you."
Part of me really wanted
to stop him but he was so ... I don't know, ready
to concede... I kept
trying to interrupt, but he wouldn't let me.
"And I mean, he's so ... so ... masculine ... not
the way he
sounds, but he's built
... he's tall, he's gotta be,"
his eyes fell to his lap
as he was trying to impart that Michael was hung.
"Austin!"
I finally managed to get in. He looked up at me then
stopped and hung his
head.
"Austin, he's a bottom, a catcher, a prize just like
me. We love
each other deeply, but
not like that. Really, dude. And besides, you know
what he says about guys
with big feet?"
Austin looked up at me
and shook his head.
"They gotta buy big shoes. You know what he says
about guys with
big noses? They better
have long fingers to reach everything. Big thumbs?
Better hitchhikers. Relax
dude, there is no competition," I said looking at
his groin through the
table.
"Not here," I said, holding my hand to my
heart.
"And definitely not where it really counts,"
I said, squirming my ass
gently in my seat while holding his blue eyes with
my gaze and a warm smile.
He got a small grin and
hung his head in that bashful way he had that made
me go