Part 25, COUSINS
MIKE
It had been barely a week after the
spring break and the meeting with Eunice and her lawyer, Henry. Justin had
returned to school in Minnesota and the L.A. family was back in their busy
schedule. With my management team, I had completed the hiring process of all personnel for the new ‘El Padre’ restaurant in
Balboa Park. Training would begin next Monday, May 3, with a ‘soft’ opening on
Friday, May 15. Ten days to whip the new crew into shape.
Dave and I had agreed to be the first responders to Eunice’s
‘Lifeline’ emergency alert service. Therefore, when the bedroom telephone rang
at 3:00 a.m. early Saturday, it was a ‘May day’ in more ways than one. We both
rushed over to her house and found a lifeless Eunice sprawled on her bedroom
floor. We notified the ‘Lifeline’ emergency control center that Mrs. Palmer had
passed away and called a mortuary in El Cajon.
Eunice’s instructions included a request
for no funeral services and a simple cremation. Her ashes, along with the ashes
of her long-deceased husband, were to be returned to Minnesota for a simple
earth-to-earth scattering.
Around 6:00 a.m., Dave and I called
Justin and informed him of the passing. With all the planning and time Justin
had just spent with Eunice, it was determined that he wouldn’t need to return
to San Diego. Henry and his legal assistant would put up the house for sale and
donate all of the furniture and Eunice’s clothes to the Salvation Army. She and
Justin had boxed all of her personal papers and effects for Justin’s
safekeeping and Justin stored his ‘stuff’ at our house before returning to
school.
Dave had arranged for another ‘boy’s
week’ at the Gull Lake cabin starting June 8. All the troops were ready for the
Minnesota visit. Brent and Doug were bringing Bryan; Dave’s old buddy Russ and
his partner, Trevor, would be coming up from Chicago; and Justin would get a
ride with his roommate from Shattuck-St. Mary’s school to Minneapolis. Dave
would meet our ‘son’ at the airport Monday, so that they could drive up
together.
I regretted that the restaurant opening
would prohibit me from getting together with the guys and another visit to the
lake. However, there was always next year and this was a valuable building
block in my career. With all the craziness of opening a new restaurant, Dave’s
planned absence was a blessing.
JUSTIN
‘Wow, triple-wow,’ I thought, ‘my
biggest wish might come true.’ Bryan had asked me if I had any problem with a
close friend being gay during our weekly phone call. He was so calm and
as-a-matter-of-fact about the question. ‘No put-down’s or negative slams. How
fucking cool? Could it be that Bry was trying to tell me something about him
diggin’ guys?’
It was the end of Memorial Day weekend
and we were both studying for end-of-semester finals that would take place
after the following week. Since Gram’s passing, Bryan always called long
distance on Mondays. We got caught up on what had happened in each other’s lives
that past weekend and what was in store for the week ahead. We were both
looking forward to the vacation at Dave’s cabin.
I hesitated for a moment before
answering his question. “Um, I have a good friend at school who says he’s gay.
It doesn’t make any difference to me how he shuffles the deck.” I didn’t add
that my school buddy and I had played around this year.
~~~ “Yeah, I kinda thought that you’d be
cool with people being different.”
“Shattuck is kinda uptight conservative.
I mean, you don’t run around with a flag saying, ‘I’m gay’. But my friend
decided to come out to me. Boy, was he relieved at my positive response.”
‘Cumming out on my stomach was more like it,’ I thought with a smile. And my
positive response was to shoot a big load, moments later.
~~~ “The same thing happened to me with
my best friend at school.”
“Bryan, it’s no biggie. I mean, we both
have dads who are gay and love us. Right? I’m sure you feel the same way as I
do…I thank my lucky stars that I have Dave and Mike in my life.”
~~~ “Absolutely. Brent and Doug saved my
ass, literally.” I wondered what he meant by that.
“We’re both very fortunate.” We danced
around the issue before I changed the subject to our school studies. We were
both ‘acing’ our courses and were on track for academic scholarships. The next
school year would be prep-time for the SAT tests.
~~~ “Buddy, I can’t wait to see you next
week. From what both my Dads said, we will really love Uncle Dave’s cabin.”
“I’ve seen pictures of this neat, old,
haul-ass speed boat that Dave has. Water skiing is definitely in the picture
for me.”
~~~ “Me, too. You and I will have a lot
of fun. Listen, I’m signing off. Good luck on the tests and I’ll see you soon
at the lake.”
“You got it, Bry. Knock ‘em’ dead at school. I can’t wait to
see ya. Bye, bye.”
~~~ “Bye, cuz.”
‘Cuz.’ We had started to think of each
other as cousins and I thought that was rad. ‘Would we ever be kissing
cousins?’ I wondered, with a smile. ‘Would we ever be fuckin’ cousins?’
The rest of the week flashed by. I had
five tests and crammed studying into the early morning hours for last minute
knowledge retention. I loved my science courses and was already charting a plan
to become a doctor. My roommate, best friend and J.O. buddy invited me to drive
up to Minneapolis with his dad on Friday afternoon and spend the weekend at his
house. On Monday morning I would take a shuttle van service from my friend’s
house to the airport. There, Dave and I would meet and go up to the lake.
Following my two new dads’ suggestion, I
shipped all my clothes and personal effects to our home in San Diego except for
what was needed for travel and the lake. ‘Our home,’ I thought, ‘was pretty
neat.’
Gram’s house had been sold and the
proceeds were deposited into a bank account for me. Dave and I would spend some
time in St. Paul after the lake vacation to meet his Uncle Trey. He also wanted
me to speak to his financial advisor about investing my inherited money.
*****
“Announcing America West, flight 757,
arriving from Phoenix at gate C-9,” came over the PA system. Dave’s flight from
San Diego had one stop in Phoenix.
I had been sitting at the gate for the
past half-hour. The shuttle service got me to the airport late morning. I
grabbed a sandwich in the food court and busied myself by reading a new Tom
Clancy novel. I was distracted for a while when a hunky blond guy, in cargo
shorts and a tee, sat down across from me. I loved the arrival of summer in
Minnesota when all the hot studs shed their heavy clothes. The airplane slowly
moved into position for the gate tunnel ‘jet way’ to be secured. After storing
my book in the backpack I stood up to greet my Dad and friend.
It was amusing to see the pecking order
of travelers as they disembarked and walking into the terminal. First Class
catered to the businessmen. Almost without exception, each of the first
passengers to enter the terminal wore suits with ties. Boring. Next came young
moms with tiny crumb-snatchers. Finally, the bulk of the passengers, in
Southern California casual, started filing out. Hot.
In the back of the crowd, towering over
everyone, I saw the man who, along with Mike, was the most important person in
my young life. I had a lump in my throat as I yelled out, “Hey, Dad, over
here.” Dave recognized my voice and briefly scanned the crowd before he located
me. He smiled and waved.
“Hi, Son,” Dave said as he walked up to
me. We hugged, held each other longer than usual and kissed each other. I
noticed a few people give us curious looks at the embrace. ‘Fuck ’em,’ I
thought. There was no reason to be ashamed of showing affection for this guy.
He was wearing jeans, a tee and an untucked shirt, with sunglasses propped up
on his head.
“I’m really excited about getting up to
the lake and vegging out. This past exam week was tough,” I said as we started
walking down the concourse to the baggage carousels.
“You’re pretty confident that you
passed?” Dave looked a little concerned.
“Oh, passing is no problem. I’m just
concerned about getting ‘A’s’. By the way, how’d my ‘Pops’ do on his tests?” I
asked, laughing while playfully punching his arm. We approached the ‘down’
escalator and descended to the baggage area.
“It must run in the family, Son. My big
concern also is to ace the courses,” Dave said with a grin. “I guess we can
both veg out this week…well, maybe for a day or so. Without Mike on hand, I’m
going to need your help to feed and entertain our guests.”
“Count on me, Dave.”
We enjoyed small talk until the bags
belched out of the carousel. After we collected all our belongings, ‘Dad’ and I
walked over to the car rental counter. Twenty minutes later, sitting in a
shiny, new Jeep Cherokee, we were on our way to Brainerd and Gull Lake.
“Without Mike being with us, I’m going
to give Brent and Doug the master bedroom,” Dave said. “You okay bunking with
me in my old room?”
“Um, yeah, I guess,” I answered, giving
him a curious glance.
“The room has two double beds, dufus,”
he said with a laugh. “Russ and Trev will take the smaller bedroom, and Bryan
can sleep in the living room. The couch makes up to a comfortable bed.”
“Sure, that’ll be fine. I guess I’m more
curious about how a ‘cabin’ has so much space?”
“Let me give you the poop about my
place. Our family has always called it a ‘cabin’. In truth, Justin, it’s a
pretty sharp, two-story, winterized home. It was Mom’s favorite and in my dad’s
family for years. That’s why I kept it. Probably the best decision I made, cuz
everyone loves coming here and I get a good rental dollar the rest of the
season. I really didn’t appreciate how well organized Mom was at managing
households until a couple of years ago. She was very talented.”
I noticed Dave drift away in his
thoughts for a few moments as the fence posts dashed by in the Minnesota
farmland.
“Ah, Dave. Getting back to school.
Whaduya think about me transferring to a school in San Diego? Shattuck’s great
and all that, but I really want to settle in ‘our’ home in California.” Dave
glanced at me a couple of times and contemplated his answer.
“Actually, Mike and I’ve done some
research on this. The money that your dad funded through his insurance doesn’t
limit you to Shattuck-St. Mary’s. There’s a terrific private school in La Jolla
called The Bishop’s School. Very high academic standards and a solid alumni
association.”
“The bishop? As in…”
“Episcopalian, originally. For pre-med,
I don’t want you to mess around with the public schools. And if your
educational funds get stretched, I’ll make up the difference,” Dave said with
determination.
“Dad, I don’t want to tap you out.
You’re going to school and need money. I mean, Mike makes good bucks, I guess,
but tuition to a private school is serious ‘bread’,” I answered with concern.
“Hey, we’re family and no secrets. I’ve
never mentioned this, but when my folks died I was left with a very comfortable
inheritance. Don’t worry about it.”
“Then I’d like to investigate the school
as soon as possible,” I said, positively.
“Great. I’ll tell Mike to start the
enrollment process. Also, we’ll talk to Russ up at the cabin. My oldest friend
in the world is starting medical school at Northwestern and will be terrific
for advice. He and Trev are driving up from Chicago and should arrive this
evening.”
“Does he know about the schools out
West?”
“He was considering USC at one point.
I’m sure that he’ll recommend either that or UCLA.”
“Jeez, that would be super. I mean Bryan
is going to attend UCLA. It’d be fantastic if we were at the same school.” I
grinned as Dave quickly cocked his head and raised an eyebrow.
“You’ve really become good friends with
him, haven’t you?” Dave asked in a warm, fatherly manner.
“Yeah, really good. Did you know that
he’s called me at least once a week since Grams left us? I think that I’ve got
some very strong feelings for him,” I said, looking to Dave for reaction.
“Have you and he had any talks about how
you feel?”
“Shit, Dave…whoops, sorry,” I replied
with a short eruption of frustration. “I don’t even know for sure if he’s gay.
I plan on getting together with him tomorrow when they arrive.”
Because of last minute pre-production
changes on Doug and Brent’s movie, the L.A. trio booked a late flight today.
They planned to stay in a hotel around the Minneapolis airport tonight and to
drive up on Tuesday morning.
“That’s a good idea. Get it out on the
table. There’s a great hiking trail not too far from the cabin. Why don’t you
two take a little walk tomorrow afternoon? I’ve got a map you can use.”
“I appreciate the suggestion. Um,
what’ll I do if he feels the same way?”
“Well, a kiss might be a good start,”
Dave replied with a chuckle. “Seriously, do what comes naturally. Can I ask you
a personal question?”
“Ah, yes,” I answered, tentatively.
“How experienced are you having sex…with
guys?” There was a sudden silence as I
squirmed in my seat.
“I’m, err, well, not very. I mean, my
roommate and I have, ah, you know…” I said, gesturing with the universal
jerk-off hand sign language. I looked nervously at Dave for a reaction. He
smiled and considered my answer.
“That’s a start, buddy. Listen, for what
it’s worth, we both know that getting off is physically gratifying. When I was
your age, Justin, I probably found some way to ejaculate at least twice a day,”
Dave said with a wink. I laughed a felt a little relieved at his candor.
“I guess ‘that’ runs in the family,
too,” I said, laughing harder. ‘God, was it cool not to fear about talking to
Dave this way,’ I thought.
“Okay, serious, again. Touching someone
you like a lot is much more rewarding. Just lying together, naked, with your
hands slowly exploring every part of your partner’s body can be really hot. And
then, when you add your mouth and tongue…well, Justin, that’s about as good as
it gets.” I became aware that I was listening with my mouth wide open while my
cock was begging to be released from the confinement of the pants.
“Wow. I guess I’ve got a lot to learn.
You mentioned the mouth, um, I guess, oral stuff? I, ah, well, what do you do?”
“Well, first make sure the teeth don’t
get in the way,” Dave said with a smile. “The rest just comes.” We both broke
out with laughter at the pun. “Promise me that you’ll always ask Mike or me any
questions you have.”
“I promise, Dave.”
“And let me know if you want me to trade
sleeping arrangements with Bryan. If it’s to be, cuddle time is terrific. The
other promise is to seek me out if you guys decide to try other things.”
I knew what he meant by ‘other things’.
“Dad, Dave, I love Mike and you so much.
I promise and cross my heart…Scout’s honor,” I said as I leaned over and gave
him a big, sloppy kiss on the cheek.
“Well, you might want to consider joining the Scouts, first,” Dave
replied with a laugh.
*****
DAVE
The rest of the drive up consisted of
Justin talking about school and the possibilities of attending The Bishop’s
School in the fall. I knew that we would have to get the transcripts from
Shattuck-St. Mary’s soon and use a little political ‘grease’ to get him in.
I smiled at the trust he had shown in
asking me such intimate questions. As we turned into the driveway to the cabin,
I considered all my experiences with Russ at Justin’s age.
“Whoa. You’re right, Dave. This isn’t
just any cabin,” he said as we drove up to the parking area. When we stopped,
Justin jumped out of the Jeep and took in everything within visual range as I
popped the back door open.
“Help me with the bags so we can go in
and get organized.” It was around 3:00 p.m. I figured that Russ and Trev would
be arriving around 6:00 p.m. Russ wanted to get here before darkness. “I’ll
give you a tour around the place after we get settled in the room.”
“Neat. I wanna see it all,” Justin said
with bubbling enthusiasm.
We were able to bring in the luggage and
bags in two trips. I silently and proudly smiled as Justin absorbed Mom’s
interiors. After we unpacked in my old bedroom, I told him to get into a
comfortable change of clothing and meet me in the kitchen. I didn’t have to
remind him that it still got pretty chilly in the evening.
As I was making a final check of all the
provisions that had been delivered, Justin came into the kitchen wearing sweat
pants, a tee and sneakers. “What can I do to help?” he asked.
“I’ve got the kitchen pretty well
organized. There’s some cheese and fruit to snack on if you want? I figure that
we’ll eat around seven if the guys get up here on time.”
“Good idea. And a bottle of water?”
Justin asked.
“Everything’s in the fridge. Make up a
plate of food and take it down to the dock. I’m going to change and meet you
there. Okay?” He grinned and gave me a
thumbs up. Even though we were less than ten years apart in age, I was
getting used to the idea of being a father figure and friend. ‘A difficult
balance,’ I considered as I went upstairs to change.
After removing my clothes, I picked up
the phone and dialed Mike’s office. It was 1:30 p.m. California time.
~~~ “Good afternoon this is the new El
Padre. How may I help you?” I recognized the voice.
“Mr. Swenson calling Mr. Cole,” I
replied with a smile.
~~~ “Hey, buddy. You made it? From the
time, I assume that all went well meeting up with Justin?”
“Yes, no problems. And our son had many
questions about a certain young man who’s arriving tomorrow.”
~~~ “So you put your ‘dad’ hat on?” Mike
said with a snicker.
“I gave him a few pointers if anything
progressed beyond being friends. He admitted that his experience was not that
great.”
~~~ “I’m proud of you. Most young guys,
gay or straight, are really lost at that age and don’t have someone to turn
to.”
“I’m going to monitor the situation with
Doug and Brent. They all get up here tomorrow morning. Unless I miss my guess,
we’ve got a real case of ‘puppy-love’ between Justin and Bryan.”
~~~ “Keep me posted. I know they’re in
good hands.”
“By the way, we made the right call on
initiating an application at The Bishop’s School. Justin wants to move back with
us and go to school in San Diego.”
~~~ “I’ll call the school tomorrow. Both
the Connors are alumni.”
“You got it under control, then. How’s
the restaurant going?”
~~~ “Working my buns off. Thank God
we’re not open for lunch. We did 250 covers on Saturday. Pretty good for a
restaurant just open two weeks. Mr. Connor is very happy at the progress. I
guess we haven’t screwed up too badly.”
“Sweetheart, I’m not surprised you’re
doing so well. I’m going to spend some time down on the dock with Justin and carry
out Eunice’s request.” I had hand-carried the ashes of Eunice and her husband
with me. “And then we need to get ready for Russ and Trev’s arrival.”
~~~ “Pass on my prayers, Dave. Talk with
you tomorrow?”
“You bet. Love ya, babe. Bye.”
I re-dressed in jeans, a sleeveless
sweatshirt and deck shoes and joined Justin on the dock with the bag I had
brought from San Diego. Arriving at the dock, I felt the entire past three
weeks of stress leave my body. The late afternoon sun was creating deep shadows
from the opposite shoreline, along with glistening highlights on the lake
surface.
“This is so beautiful,” Justin said,
leaning back on the bench at the end of the dock. Turning to me, he noticed the
bag I was holding. “Whatchu got?”
“The ashes of your grandparents,” I
answered, sitting down beside him. “I thought that if you have no objections we
could fulfill her final wishes on the grounds of our cabin.” He visually honed
in on the bag as I offered it to him. Reverently, he removed the two
canister-style urns and considered his next words.
“Ashes to ashes,” he said quietly to the
urns as he stood.
“Follow me, Son.” I rose and walked back
up the dock to the groomed lawn. Justin was right beside me. “I’ll show you a
good private spot. It’s an area behind the gazebo that I always considered my
secret place as a small boy. It can be our secret place, now.” He nodded as I
led the way.
“This is perfect,” Justin said
approvingly. In the middle of several pines was an open area that was matted
with old pine needles, cones and general ground cover. He set down an urn so
that he could unscrew one canister at a time. Methodically, he spread the ashes
of his granddad around the ground. Finished, he retrieved Eunice’s ashes and
repeated the same procedure. I respectfully stood behind him.
“Goodbye, Grams,” he almost whispered.
We stood silently before he turned and hugged me. I noticed a glow of
contentment on his face as he leaned in and kissed me. I returned it as a
father or brother would. “Thanks, Dave. You and Mike are my family, now.”
“Son, you’re turning 16 soon. I think
it’s time a father and son beer,” I said with a wink. “Just one, though.”
“Ohhh, Daaaad,” he said with a smile. We
took each other’s hand and walked back to the kitchen.
“One-beer, kiddo. Them’s the rules,” I
replied with a laugh. “Let’s get ready for our guests. Russ and Trev should be
here within the hour and I’ve got a big salad to fix to go along with the
steaks.”
*****
BRYAN
This was a series of ‘firsts’ for me:
first time out of California, first vacation and first airplane flight.
I had visited LAX on a school field
trip, never as a passenger. It was impressive, in my young, inexperienced eyes,
to observe the special services that Brent and Doug were offered. What was
really neat was the VIP lounge where we waited prior to boarding. It was like a
huge living room with small, private office suites. Sandwiches, snacks, Cokes
and every magazine imaginable were available. Brent explained that he now
needed these extra steps for privacy when traveling.
We waited in the lounge until everyone
was boarded. A friendly attendant escorted us to the gate and the plane. We had
literally stepped in and sat in the first seats in the plane when the door
closed.
In the Minneapolis – St. Paul International
Airport, even though it was mid-evening, I noticed a less frantic rush by
people who where dressed with lots less color…in their style of clothes and a
lack of tan. And the air, once we picked up the rental Chrysler convertible,
seemed cleaner and crisper.
At the Radisson Hotel, north of the
city, the welcome was warm and attentive. It was pretty obvious that the entire
staff had been briefed on our arrival. Even at 9:00 p.m., the general manager
personally greeted and escorted us up to our two-bedroom suite. I was impressed
that Brad took the time to say ‘hi’ to several of the staff and signed a few
autographs. He winked at me as we rode up the elevator. We’d had a long
conversation a couple of weeks ago about his fame and how he compartmentalized
the ‘Brad’ and the ‘Brent’. Most of the time he was the ‘Brent’ who loved Doug
and me, expected me to get good grades and help out with the chores at home.
*****
Doug had given me a rundown of the cabin
while we drove up to Gull Lake. So I wasn’t surprised at the large, rustic
house that we approached after passing the stone marker with the ‘Swenson’ name
attached and turning into the driveway. It was just after ten in the morning.
In addition to a Jeep, there was a Volvo with Illinois plates parked out front.
As we got out of the car, the front door opened and Uncle Dave appeared,
followed by two other handsome men. ‘They must be Russ and Trevor?’ I wondered.
Finally, in a burst of energy, was ‘cousin’ Justin, who jumped down the steps
and trotted over to the car.
“Hey, guys, welcome to Minnesota,” he
said as he reached the passenger door and opened it for Brent.
“How’s my favorite nephew?” Brent got
out of the seat and pulled it forward for me. I scrambled out of the back seat
as Brent and Justin were finishing a hug.
“Hi, Cuz,” I said, as I was next to
physically attach myself to Justin. “It’s great to see ya.”
“This place is neat, Bryan. We’re going
to have lots of fun,” he answered with a big grin. Just then, Doug came over
and gave him a peck on the cheek.
“I think I know two young guys who are
happy to see each other,” Doug said playfully, as he ruffled Justin’s hair. At
the same time, the older trio approached and Doug offered introductions of the
two new faces to me. There was a lot of hugging and kissing all around.
“Brent, you and Doug are taking the
master bedroom. No arguments,” Dave said. “I’m sharing my old room with Justin,
and Bryan will be quite comfortable on the sleeper couch in the living room.”
“The shower alone is worth the price of
admission,” Brent replied as he laughed and patted Dave’s back. “Bryan, why
don’t you and Justin get the bags from the trunk so we can get organized?”
“Yes, Dad,” I said with a smile. I took
the keys and went to the rear of the car to open the trunk.
“Justin, once you sort out the bags to
the rooms, give Bryan a little tour of the place. You might want to check out
that hiking trail before lunch? We’ll probably gather in the kitchen around
noon,” Dave suggested.
I noticed Dave and Justin exchange big
smiles.
“Come on, Bry. We’ll get you squared
away,” Justin suggested.
I smiled at the Navy slang that crept
into our vocabularies.
“Sorry about the couch, but Dave says
it’s comfortable and it’s near the fireplace. I thought we’d be bunking together.
Guess Dave had other ideas,” Justin said with a shrug. “But there’s a great
shower just off the kitchen you can use and a hamper for dirty clothes.”
We grabbed the bags, walked up the steps
of the cabin and went inside.
“Hey, it’s cool. I’ve slept in worse
places,” I said as we entered the great room ‘Whoa, this is definitely not a
cabin.’
“Pretty neat, huh?” Justin said with a
grin.
“Yeah, neat.” I slowly looked around at
the room and took in the great feel of the place. “Um, what did Dave mean about
a hiking trail?”
“If you want, we can go for a little
hike. The trail is across the road and I’ve got a map.”
“Heck, I’m game. These deck shoes are
prolly not ideal, though,” I answered.
“Why don’t you change into some shorts
and your sneakers? It’s warming up enough not to worry about a long shirt.”
“Okay, give me ‘five’ to unpack and get
dressed.”
“Super,” Justin replied, bubbling with
enthusiasm. “I’m going upstairs and tell Dave that we’ll be gone for a while.”
I decided to work out of my suitcase for any changes of clothes. I had just
stowed away my toiletries kit in the shower area as Justin came into the
kitchen. He was wearing his San Diego Padres cap to match my L.A. Dodgers cap.
“Let’s grab some bottled water and hit
the trail,” he said, opening the refrigerator. He handed me a cold bottle and
off we went, out of the cabin, across the road to a well-marked trail. Within
minutes, we were walking through a lush, dense forest.
“This is about a far away from L.A. as
you can get,” I said with a chuckle. We had been walking over the well-used
path for about 15 minutes. Justin told me about his discussion with Dave
concerning coming back to San Diego to continue school. I was thrilled at the
possibility.
“Can we take a breather?” I asked, as we
approached a large, old, fallen tree-trunk.
“Absolutely. Let’s sit for a few,”
Justin suggested.
There was a tranquil, private feeling in
this forest with patches of sun filtering through the tree branches. However, I
felt like my world was about to come crumbling down around me. ‘Oh, fuck,’ I
thought, ‘what if Justin laughs at me when I tell him that I’m nuts about him?
Or worse, strikes back in anger?’ I
tried to control the rapid breathing, an erratic beating of my heart and a
queasiness of the stomach. We sat and absorbed the stillness of the moment.
“Buddy, I’m not a mind reader but you
seem to be thinking about a lot of stuff,” Justin said out of nowhere.
“Justin, um, remember when I asked you
if you’d have any problem with a friend being gay?”
“Sure. And I said that there would be no
problem, whatsoever.” He turned and looked at me, intently.
“What would you think if your best
friend in L.A. was gay?” ‘Whew,’ I thought, ‘I said it.’
He continued his stare before scooting
closer and putting his arm around me. “I’d say, ‘welcome to the club’,” Justin
answered. It was my turn to move closer.
“You mean…”
“Yeah, me too.” I was a little startled
when he leaned in and gave me a friendly kiss on the lips. I rose back in
reflex and surprise. Justin reacted as if he had done something wrong. I
grabbed his hand and added, “Buddy, I’ve been waiting for this kiss for a long
time.” I initiated a return kiss…a long kiss…that eventually included our
tongues nudging each other.
“It has been a long wait,” Justin said
breathlessly. “I like you a lot but didn’t know how to bring up the subject.
Scared, I guess.” He stood and pulled me up with him. This time we both
aggressively moved into a lip lock that started with tongues and progressed
from there. We darted, probed and explored each other. I could feel his crotch
expanding against me as I naturally ground my hard dick into his thigh.
“Justin, I think I like you much more
than ‘a lot’.”
“I can tell,” he said with a snicker.
“Yeah, well look who’s talking?” I
boldly brought my hand down to the outline of his woodie. He duplicated my
actions and then started rubbing my hard cock back and forth.
“Oh, shit. I’m so turned on, bud,” I
moaned. “If you don’t stop soon, I’ll shoot right in my pants.” I started
jacking him, outside his khaki cargo shorts.
“Good point,” he said as he looked around. Seeing and hearing no
one, Justin unbuttoned and zipped down his shorts. I did the same and then
released my boner from my briefs, soaked with pre-cum. I shrugged when it
slapped against my stomach.
“That’s a good one, Bryan,” he remarked
as he stared at my crotch while he lowered his underpants, producing the same
reaction. Both of our dicks were pointed up towards the sky.
“Looks like we’re both pretty good in the
size department,” I replied with a lustful giggle. As if scripted, we stood
side by side, grabbed our cocks and started slowly masturbating. We sped up the
action and it didn’t take long for two horny teens to explode. White, silky,
semen shot in long ropes across the path as we convulsed to a satisfying
finish. Judging from the trail, it appeared that we both had released an ample
amount of cum.
“Oh, fuck, I’ve dreamed about this day,”
Justin said, as he reached over and milked the last, remaining juice from my
still-hard dick into his hand. He winked and brought his hand to his lips. A
hungry tongue lapped up my cum. ‘Well, two can play this game,’ I decided. I
gathered the last of his ‘stuff’ from his red, still-swollen peter in my hand
and tasted it.
“Buddy, I have a feeling that we both
want to do this again.”
“Yeah. But next time, Bryan, I want to
do it to you.” His stare zeroed in on me and held a fix.
“Me too. Soon. And no clothes. But right
now I think we probably should get dressed before someone comes along,” I said
as I adjusted my softening dick and pulled up my pants.
Justin did the same thing and then
pulled me in for another kiss. I could taste my jizz on his lips. I was sure he
was experiencing the same thing.
“Why don’t we go back to the cabin? You
and I have got lots to talk about. I want you to know, Bryan, that this is not
just about getting off with a friend. I’d like us to be more than friends, if
you want?” He stared at me; his big blue eyes signaled restrained eagerness.
“I want, buddy. I want,” I replied,
before launching one final, erection-producing, kiss.
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TO BE CONTINUED