Reclaiming Austin – Chapter 8

 

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

Austin. After a few minutes of his pressing at my hole, I got a wicked

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 Austin early

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 Austin after the latex

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, Austin grabbed my hands in his and rolled me onto

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, Austin asked if I was OK.

 

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, Austin tried to pull the

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!"  Austin growled in the phone as

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.

 

Austin was quiet for a second and then repeated,

 

            "Yeah, one hour... got it. Oh, when is check out?"

 

            "Oh, cool! That Ryan is fuckin' awesome. 3 o'clock. OK. See you

then, Korma," Austin hung up the phone, then pounced and turned his full

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.

 

Austin was rubbing my cheeks saying,

 

            "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, Austin removed his hand from my mouth and resumed eye

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 dr 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 dr, 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 Colonial Avenue and heading

towards Mills. One block short of Mills, I saw the undersea mural on the

wall that signified the entrance into the part of Orlando called the ViMi

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?"  Austin asked.

 

            "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 Austin and having him meet Michael had me almost tripping over my

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, Austin, this is Michael. No talking to

each other, either of you!"

 

I ordered grinning like a school kid even though I tried to look serious.

 

Austin pushed me in the arm and gave me a "what the fuck?" look.

            "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!"

 

Austin was looking at Michael and began to grin,

 

            "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 Austin's appetizers down in front of

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 Austin to the wonders of peanut sauce.

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 Austin.

 

While Michael and I were devouring our summer rolls, Austin started with

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."

 

Austin looked funny as he lifted the 7-inch soft, round, springy tube with

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.

 

Austin was tentatively trying the summer roll when I said,

 

            "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. Austin was even funnier because he was blushing.

 

            "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 Virginia accent.

 

Finally, Julie came with the drinks and took our order. I ordered Austin

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

chicken and shrimp paste. I explained to Austin that shrimp paste isn't a

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. Austin

had to be convinced, so Julie finally brought him out a piece to convince

him. He loved it.

 

I let Michael and Austin talk over lunch, and I just sat back happy that my

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 Orlando. But

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 Austin and said,

 

            "Camble! You play baseball in Gainesville."

 

Austin beamed for a second, nodding.

 

            "Yup."

 

            "So how did you land up with this guy who couldn't tell a bat from

a hockey stick?"  Michael asked.

 

Austin smiled, then dropped his head bashfully a moment.

 

            "lucky, I guess. Right place, right time."

 

Michael turned his gaze from Austin to fix me with a cold icy glare.

 

            "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 Austin and shrugged my shoulders.

 

            "I don't know. How did I land you, big guy?"

 

Austin blushed and looked down, then looked up quickly at me and laughed as

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 Austin to ask Michael about some car troubles he was having,

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 Austin doesn't need a fist, honey. Unless it's to loosen me

up," I shot back with an innocent smile and batting eyes.

 

Austin didn't follow at first, but when he figured out that I was giving

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.

 

Austin turned a quizzical look at me and waited.  I shot daggers at Michael

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?"  Austin

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 Austin here, isn't it?"

 

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 Austin, if I find out that you've done anything but basic

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.

 

Austin nodded his head but appeared confused.  Michael and I had a bizarre

relationship even by gay standards. Complex, that's how friends put it. But

Michael was just making sure Austin wasn't going to take anything too far.

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 dropped out of college and came home early.

 

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 Gainesville that won't

happen. Tell Straneza I said hi, and I'll call you tomorrow night."  I

said, glad the secret-fest was over.

 

            "Austin, it was nice meeting you. Glad you have the, whatever it is

that let's you put up with the hyper little shit," Michael said as he shook

Austin's hand.

 

Michael and I hugged, which seemed to take Austin back. It really seemed to

me that he was surprised by the open display of gay affection. He didn't

know what a Mecca this restaurant was for gay men. It was right down the

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 Austin eagerly.

 

            "About what?"  Austin said in a strange tone, as though something

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?"

 

Austin was quiet a second as he finished his last bite of meatballs. Then

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," Austin said.

            "Why would Michael bring all that up? I don't understand?"

 

I asked confused and suddenly as bewildered as Austin had looked. Austin

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."  Austin just shook his head then really floored me.

 

            "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