Part 26, SUMMER ROOMMATES
BRYAN
“I need two coffees and one cappuccino
on table 12, pronto,” one of the servers yelled to me as I was balancing an
armful of dirty plates and silver on the way back to the kitchen.
“Behind you,” someone said as I rounded
a corner and walked through the service station on my way to the dish machine
area. I recognized the voice to be Justin and smiled as I allowed him to pass
with a tray of hot food.
“Behind you is what I have in mind, later,”
I quietly growled as he passed.
“In your dreams, bad boy,” Justin barked
back with a big smile.
I was thrilled at the series of events
that landed me in San Diego for the summer, rooming with Justin and working in
‘El Padre’, Uncle Mike’s new restaurant on this warm July evening.
~~~~~
The week at Gull Lake was sheer heaven.
Russ and Trev, the Chicago guys, were really neat to talk with and to
physically admire. Justin spent time with Russ and sought out advice concerning
plans for a medical career and the educational goals to be successful.
Between skiing, swimming and hiking…yes,
hiking to our favorite spot…we were tired campers by the time each evening
arrived. On Wednesday we had separate, one-on-one father and son talks. Doug
pulled me aside; Dave did the same thing with Justin. Since my ‘bud’ had given
me an abbreviated rundown of his conversation with Dave in the car when they
had driven up to the cabin, I wasn’t at all surprised at the topic.
“Son, Brent and I sense that there’s
something beyond friendship developing between Justin and you,” Doug said. He
had asked me to join him on the bench at the end of the dock.
“Um, yeah, Dad. I think he’s pretty
special. An, he really rocks me if you know what I mean?” I answered, with a
small grin as I looked down at the planks of the dock.
“Oh, yes. I understand the concept,” he
replied, with a chuckle.
Doug slowly brought his arm up and
rested it on my shoulder. I shivered briefly and rested my head into his
strong, safe chest.
“I guess you have checked out his
kissing techniques?”
“After Jus and I officially came out, we
checked out each other’s,” I said with a nervous snicker. I was proud to share
this with an adult I trusted.
“Checked out each other’s…kisses?” Doug
asked.
“That, and, err, you know, ah…”
“Yes, I know.” I snuggled in closer and
looked out at the quiet, dark lake. After a few moments I volunteered, telling
Doug the rest of the details of our first, intimate meeting in the forest. I
admitted that we had not gone beyond masturbation and touching each other.
“Sounds pretty romantic, bud,” he said,
after digesting what I described. “And both Brent and I think that you couldn’t
find a better ‘special’ friend than Justin. I’m not going to rag on you about
being 15 and too young. You guys will both be 16 in August and have adult,
functioning bodies.”
“Yeah, we got that one figured out,” I
said. After a pause, Doug squeezed my shoulder again and we both laughed. Like
Dave had done with Justin, my ‘dads’ were very frank in discussions concerning
sex between two consenting males. Brent had earlier mused about the double
standards between males and females. If I were a young woman, they would have
been concerned about my chastity and virginity until the ‘right husband’ came
into the picture. One promise I made, however unnecessary, was not to be
promiscuous with anyone over the age of 18 until I reached that legal benchmark
in California.
“Okay, serious time. First, Dave, Brent
and I have agreed upon sleeping arrangements for the rest of the vacation. Our
host is going to sleep in the living room so Justin and you can share the
bedroom.”
I was almost breathless with excitement.
Doug pulled away and gently took my head in his hand and we turned so that our
eyes were in contact.
“What you guys do behind the privacy of
the door is between you two. Are you ready to emotionally explore further
steps?” Doug asked.
“Yes, Sir. Justin and I have talked
about that,” I answered sincerely.
“Two things. Your dads would prefer that
if and when you want to go beyond ‘oral’ we have a family conference. And I
emphasize ‘if’ because of the rather traumatic experience you had last winter.
You know, many gay men have great relationships without having anal sex. Have
you told Justin about the circumstances of how we all met?”
“Not yet. This is something that I need
to tell him.”
“Buddy, I recommend you take the time
this week. Brent and I love you very much and want you to have a great
experience loving another man as it is meant to be.”
I felt tears of joy trickling down my
cheek as he tenderly kissed me as a caring father.
“But only if you want to. Many gay
partners have a loving relationship without making love anally.”
“I’d like to put what happened to me
aside and figure out how to make love that way,” I said in a tentative manner.
“If and when that happens, you’ve got
Brent and me to give you the various techniques on how to make it a
mind-blowing moment. Also a rundown about the stuff you’ll need…lube and
condoms...and safety issues. Dave and Mike will do the same for Justin. It’s a
giant step and we only want the best for you guys.” Doug leaned over and kissed
me on the cheek.
“I love you, Dad. Thanks for caring.”
“Caring is just part of the equation,
Son. We love you and want you to experience life to it’s fullest...safely.”
Doug pulled me into his arms and we hugged until all the emotion of the
conversation found a home in my head.
That night Justin and I agreed to take
the next step. In the privacy of the bedroom, we began orally satisfying each
other after touching, stroking, nibbling and licking everywhere. I jokingly
reminded him to ‘watch the teeth’ and more seriously suggested that he only
take as much of me as he could comfortably handle. He confidently took a third
of young, hard, teen cock and, while fondling my balls, brought me to new
heights of a male orgasm.
When it was my turn to pleasure Justin,
I tried some of the deep-throating techniques that I had read about and
discussed with Doug. It worked and my Justin was anxious to learn. I was a good
teacher. By the time we moved around into a comfortable ‘69’ position, Justin
successfully engulfed my entire member, only gagging once. The second try was
considered a success when he nudged his nose into my pubes. We drifted off to
sleep after our third ejaculations.
The adults said nothing the next
morning. But the shit-eating grins and glowing blush were a dead giveaway that
our friendship had reached a new plateau. Russ and Trev were out in the boat
when Uncle Dave suggested we have a short family meeting. ‘Oh, oh,’ I thought.
‘Justin and I did something wrong.’
We were both very relieved when Brent
told me that, if I was agreeable, he and Doug would like me to consider
spending the summer with the San Diego guys and accept a part-time job at
Mike’s new restaurant. Dave said that we could room together and he could take
us to work. At night, we could return with Uncle Mike.
My dads were concerned that the new film
they were working on together was going to eat into any hours we might have
together as a family. Because of Brent’s schedule restraints, it had been
agreed contractually that the film production would be on a six-day-a-week
schedule to complete his scenes by the end of August so he could focus on the
new school year.
To say that Justin and I were excited
about the possibility of being together was an understatement. We both got up
and exchanged hugs with Dave, Doug and Brent. Together, we yelled, “Yes” and
high-five’d everyone.
The evening before we left Gull Lake, I
sat on the bed we used cross-legged and asked Justin to join me for a
conversation. I was wearing a tee and sweatpants and Justin got the message
that talking, indeed, was the primary mission. He scrambled on the bed and
mirrored my position. As we held hands I nervously told him the way that Doug
and Brent had come into my life and spared no details about the ugly ordeal
with my real dad.
Justin scooted closer and leaned in to
embrace me tightly as his lips found mine. After a warm series of tender kisses,
he told me that he would respect whatever I wanted to do when we made love…down
the road. At that point, any deep-seated guilt that was buried rushed forward
as I started sobbing uncontrollably in the arms of Justin. Moments later, I
dried up, wiped my tear-moistened face and smiled at my friend…my pal…my pillar
of strength.
“Better?” Justin asked.
“More than better,” I replied, moving
around so that my emotionally cleansed body could lie next to his. That night
Justin and I experienced what Dave had described when two people slowly touch
and hold each other. Before drifting off, we decided that, upon turning 16 in
August, we would definitely be ready for the next defining step in our physical
relationship.
~~~~~
Tuesday through Saturday, Dave dropped
us off at the restaurant. He was taking summer school courses only in the
morning and used the afternoon for study, errands and chauffeuring. He was
intent on having enough credits to officially be a member of the junior UCSD
class in the fall.
I racked the dirty glasses, tossed the
silverware in a soaking tub, and stacked the scraped plates. The reality of
having to hustle in this busy, new restaurant was accented by another server
calling for a busboy to clear her table. At ‘El Padre’, the servers were
equally divided between men and women. They were mostly college students and a
very handsome group. Although the corporate office would deny it, you had to be
pretty hot looking to work in a Connor restaurant.
Along with the service staff, Justin and
I would polish all the clean silver, glassware and china of streaks and spots
left by the dish machine. During the staff meal, Mike or one of the other
managers would hold a pre-dinner briefing with a few service training pointers,
review the evening specials and discuss any large or VIP parties that needed
attention. We were ready for another busy evening after a final inspection of
the dining room by the duty manager.
Justin and I made several friends with
the staff and enjoyed the routine. ‘Heck,’ I reasoned, ‘we were eager, friendly
young guys who worked hard and fit in with the crew’. It was neat to have
acquired several surrogate big brothers and sisters.
Away from the restaurant, when we
weren’t at the beach, playing some ‘pick-up’ basketball in the park, swimming
in the Balboa Park pool, hanging at the mall or doing house chores, Justin and
I studied the state drivers license manual. The final goal of the summer was to
get a driver’s learning permit so that Dave or Mike could let us practice
driving on less-traveled roads when we turned 16. It was understood that we
would be taking driver’s education at our schools in the fall.
MIKE
“Okay, guys. Get some rest,” I said
yawning, as we entered the house around midnight. It had been a very busy
Friday night.
“Good night, Unc,” Bryan replied, before
he kissed me on the cheek.
“Night, Dad.” Justin’s over six-foot
height fit very nicely for a departing hug. ‘Growing like a weed took on
personal meaning,’ I thought. They were both filling out and now bordered on
young ‘hunk’ status.
As they bounded effortlessly up the
stairs, I smiled at the thought of the pitter-patter of little feet and the
original meaning to young parents. In our case, the ‘little feet’ were size 10
shoes with Bryan and a larger 11½ with Justin. Dave and I were double lucky
with these fine young men. Aside from a few teen upsets, our ‘son’ and our
‘nephew’ were loving, intelligent, upbeat guys who fit into our unusual family
circle.
Summer 1998 was crazy with opening and
managing a popular new restaurant while sharing the parental responsibilities
with Dave. Other than a telephone call nightly to Bryan and an occasional
Sunday day visit, Brent and Doug relied on us to look after their young charge
while their professional lives were pressed to the fullest until the end of
August. Dave and I loved it.
Mom was more than pleased and laughed at
the irony when I had informed her in May that she was now officially a
grandmother. This was immediately after Dave and I became legal guardians of
Justin. She had written off that possibility with both Rick and myself. Sis was
amused and delighted with the news. Secretly, she told me that bringing Justin
into the family took pressure off her to ‘produce’ our next generation. Mom Cole would be visiting soon. She
accepted our Christmas invitation, as did Uncle Trey and Aunt Betty.
After checking the mail while enjoying a
glass of chilled, Russian River chardonnay, I quietly went upstairs. I ignored
the rustling of bed noises and low, punctuated voices coming from the guys’
room and went into our master bedroom. There, with an open textbook lying on
his chest, was a sleeping, CK brief-clad Dave. Quietly I removed all my
clothing, shoes and socks before hitting the head for brushing and a pee.
Dave looked so peaceful and hot when I
returned to our bed. At age 24, my man still kept in shape and had not lost his
body tone. He worked out at the gym in Hillcrest and swam at the UCSD pool
almost daily. However, my lack of activity and all the food and wine sampling
had started to show expanding results a little around my midsection. We agreed
to accelerate the construction of a pool so that I could return to my routine.
As soon as the cottage construction was completed in late August, work would
begin on a 50’ one-lane lap pool and Jacuzzi.
I gently removed his book, marked the
page and set it aside before joining him in bed. I couldn’t resist lightly
touching his cotton-covered, resting dick that looked delicious in its resting,
dormant state, stretching over his groin. His penis started awakening as I
moved my hand back and forth. Dave started rotating his hips to facilitate a
more aggressive approach. His eyes were still closed but I noticed a wet spot
on the cloth that covered the tip of his now very hard cock.
“Ahhh, my prince” Dave uttered as his
grinding on my hand became more pronounced. I leaned over and started nibbling
on his pecs and nips. He smiled as he opened one eye.
“Hey, lover. I couldn’t resist,” I
mumbled. I moved up to his face and kissed his eyes.
“Just don’t turn me into a princess,” he
replied with a chuckle. “I was hoping you’d wake me up. Neither of us have to
get up early and Justin can take care of his friend and himself.”
“In more ways than one,” I said. We both
laughed before seeking each other’s lips. ‘Smash mouth’, ‘kissy face’, ‘lip
lock’: whatever slang you used, it was all very relevant to our actions.
Tonight I was the aggressor. Dave willingly took my advances as our tongues
dueled. I was aware, in the heat of our initial kissing, that Dave was pulling
down his briefs. I left his mouth for a moment and grabbed the elastic of his
CK’s. He lifted his butt and I rapidly made history of his pecker-tracked
underwear. We would find the briefs somewhere on the carpet tomorrow.
“Babe, I come home, completely beat
after a busy night, and after spending moments with you, my body and mind have
come to life,” I whispered in his ear while I slowly started humping his leg.
“I suppose that it has nothing to do
with being a horny 26 year old stud who’s in love with this guy from
Minnesota?” Dave asked. He brought his free hand around and caressed my buns.
His fingers lingered at my chute and started slow, rotating motions.
“Guilty as charged. Love you so much,” I
said as I rolled over on my back. Without missing a beat, Dave moved over so
that he was now staring down into my wide eyes. His fingers never left their
position as he planted his knees between my legs.
“Let me show you how much I love you.”
After a hungry peck on my lips, Dave’s mouth started assaulting every part of
my body as he moved south. When he placed his musky, moist, massage finger next
to my mouth, I eagerly took it and wetted it more. Dave brought it back to its
original location. I squirmed a little in anticipation of the saliva-prepped
finger finding entry in my back door. It did.
“Oh, fuck…ah…I’m ready,” I moaned. He
expertly took my cock in his mouth while the finger boldly slipped beyond the
anus muscle ring. He knew exactly where to find my hard nut and subtly massaged
it. As I shuddered at contact, he took his mouth off my dripping cock and moved
down to the perineum and beyond. “Yeah…urghh…shit, babe.” He replaced the
finger with his hard, dart-formed tongue. I raised my legs and stabilized them
as he dipped in further.
“Hmmm,” was a sound that he reverberated
as his tongue played with my senses. The vibration, along with the expert
rimming, brought me to new heights.
“Ah…get lubed, Dave. I want you in me,”
I yelled as I twitched my asshole. Without missing a beat, he found the lube
and generously coated each of our cocks.
“We’re both ready, love.” He positioned
his slick, hard cock at my hole and slowly pushed in. He stopped a couple of
times so I could adjust. However, after three glorious years we were both used
to the sensation of a friendly, caring cock up our ass. When he bottomed out, I
felt his trimmed pubes brushing against my bottom. I eased my legs down to his
shoulders as Dave started a calculated pumping action. Knowing my energy was on
emergency battery, I started jacking to keep pace with my hot, horny partner.
He knew that this love fest needed to be short. We both pounded away for
several minutes.
“Kee-rist, umm…shit…I’m cumming,” I
barked out as Dave was slamming home.
“Me too, champ.” As if being conducted
in the concluding score of a symphony, I started shooting when I felt his warm
loin juices spilling into me. It was a powerful crescendo.
*****
DAVE
The waning days of summer brought
together several loose ends concerning the lives in our rainbow household.
Through the help of Tom Connor and his
dad, both alumni of The Bishop School, Justin’s application for admittance was
speedily accepted. It obviously didn’t hurt that his grade point average from
Shattuck-St. Mary’s was hovering just under a 3.8. Mr. Connor identified a
small scholarship from the Salk Institute in La Jolla that was available to
scholarly students who expressed an interest in medicine.
With school for Justin beginning on Wednesday, September 2, it was
decided that the guys would finish their restaurant jobs the weekend before
Labor Day. Bryan’s school would start classes in L.A. the Tuesday after the
holiday. Brent’s film shooting schedule was complete and he would be coming
down with Doug for the long weekend. After a few days of rest and a combined
birthday party for our sons, the L.A. contingent would return Labor Day
morning.
Brent and Doug also would be the first
occupants in the new guest cottage. Plenty of lead-time allowed the interior
designer to order materials, equipment and furnishings. Installation was
scheduled for the last week of August.
The week before was our promised ‘dad
talk’ to the guys about taking the next step, including details, techniques and
safety. True to their word, Bryan, whose birthday was on the 22nd,
was waiting for Justin’s birthday three days later before exploring the ‘last
frontier’. When we told the guys that we were going to have a family meeting
after breakfast, everyone knew the topic was.
The boys cleared away the dishes and
wiped down the kitchen table before Mike produced a paper sack and a couple of
bananas.
“Hey, Dad,” Justin said with a laugh, “I
thought we’d finished breakfast.”
“Listen to the comedian,” Mike joked.
“It was either going to be a cucumber or a banana. I settled on demonstrating
this morning’s lecture with a simulated, hard, yellow penis.” Everyone joined
in the levity of the moment.
“Professor Mike is very well acquainted
with a cucumber,” I added with a chortle. “But the banana will do just fine.” This
broke up the group again. Mike smiled at my knowing grin.
“Seriously, guys. Today, Dave and I are
going to discuss anal sex between men so that you will understand this approach
to express love. ‘Love’ is the operative word.”
“With the banana?” Bryan asked slyly.
This brought snickers from Justin. “Okay, Uncle Mike, I’m sorry.” Bryan smiled
and batted his large puppy-dog eyes.
“You two are a committed couple, right?”
The two younger guys nodded. “And neither of you have had sex with someone
else?”
“Daaaad,” Justin whined.
“We know,” I said. “Mike’s point is that
as long as that is the case, using condoms is not necessary. However, we wanted
you guys to know how to use them just in case. In this AIDS-dominated society,
safety is a must.”
“In fact, if and when you try anal sex,
we’d both recommend that you experience it first with protection,” Mike added.
The guys became silent, knowing that this was truly a serious moment.
“Remember our safe sex discussion?” The
guys nodded again. “There can absolutely be no compromise if either of you
wander. You’re both going to have temptations this fall while you’re away from
each other. You are both very handsome, young guys that many others are going
to find appealing.”
“We’ve talked about this, Uncle Mike. Both
of us have promised not to even think about doing it with someone else.” Justin
silently agreed with his friend.
Without further comment, Mike pulled out
Trojan condoms and a bottle of Wet from the sack. For the next ten minutes, we
demonstrated the easiest ways to open a condom package and how to best put on
protection. Each young man practiced with the bananas until they were satisfied
with the results.
Next, I discussed the anatomy of the
male and, specifically, the prostate. After running through the size and
location, Mike described the way the prostate worked with the testicles, mixing
sperm with the prostatic fluids to produce semen.
“The joy of
being pleasured by your partner through the anal region depends on his
understanding the function and location of the prostate, guys. Stimulating the
prostate, either with the partner’s fingers or hard penis, can create a
terrific orgasm without the other partner touching his penis.”
“Wow,” Bryan
remarked. “I read about that but didn’t really understand how it worked.” Both
he and Justin were fascinated.
“Maybe you
two can re-read the book afterwards,” I suggested. Mike and I knew that Bryan
had brought his “Joy of Gay Sex” with him.
“I think
there are several parts I want to check out again,” Justin said, as a matter of
fact.
“Let’s
discuss the way to get yourself and your partner ready for a pleasurable
experience,” Mike, suggested. “We strongly suggest anal stretching exercises,
solo or together that can be performed to make that area more pliable.”
“That area is
very pliable but it takes time and patience,” I added. For the next ten minutes
Mike and I very frankly ran through the ‘one-two-three’ finger massage
loosening techniques. I noticed Bryan grimace when I recommended that it was
realistic to get comfortable with a three-finger insertion. Mike briefly
mentioned ‘rimming’ but suggested that we save that for another discussion.
“Guys, don’t
rush into anything you aren’t comfortable with,” Mike concluded. “I’ll be quite
candid and tell you guys that I really wasn’t into being the bottom guy until
Dave showed me how marvelous it can be.” He grabbed my hand, smiled and winked.
“Thanks for
giving us the scoop,” Justin said in a solemn tone. “Bryan and I are very
fortunate to have adults who will take the time to teach us.” Justin and Bryan
stood up and walked around to our side of the table. Mike and I stood and
received their hugs and love.
“You two are
the best,” Bryan said, as his eyes started moistening.
“You’ve got
four of us in your corner, kiddo.” I replied. “Gay or straight, we all agreed
that it is important that everyone your age have the proper information. As
young, gay men, even more so. We had several long conversations with Brent and
Doug. For the record, they gave us official permission, Bryan, to include you
in these discussions.”
“I’ll thank
them when they come down next weekend,” Bryan said earnestly.
“Bryan, I
know they’ll appreciate that.” Mike kissed the young man on the cheek.
“Well, guys,”
I said, looking deadpan at the table, “Anyone want some banana pudding for
lunch?”
“Ewww,” came
a chorus of all the guys, before a gale of laughter. ‘Yeah,’ I thought, ‘Mike
and I got it right.’
*****
“Banana
pudding?” Brent asked, with a laugh, as the four adults sat around the patio on
this quiet Saturday afternoon. He and Doug had arrived for the Labor Day
weekend Friday evening. Our sons were at the park for a pick-up basketball
game.
“It seemed to
be the right way to end and lighten up the meeting,” I said.
“Guys, thanks
for including Bryan in these sessions. I think we both know that, at their age,
Jus and Bry may grow out of a special relationship. But, with your help, they
have a good foundation for whatever lies ahead.”
“Doug, I know
that these guys will be coming to us when they have questions,” Mike added.
“They know…except for what we do in private…that no subject is off limits.”
“The same
openness applies in L.A.,” Doug replied.
“Man, if I
could have had that relationship at that point in my life…” Brent said as he
let the comment drift for a moment. “Hey, changing subjects, Doug and I are
really impressed with that cottage you built. Very comfy.” Brent turned on his
smile and took a sip of his beer.
“Almost like
a cottage at the Bel-Air,” added Doug.
“Now that our
best friends are a movie star and a film director, we needed to upgrade,” I
said with a grin.
“Fuck that
star crap,” Brent replied, in a light-hearted manner. “The acting is just
paying the bills until I get out of law school. Then maybe you and I can chase ambulances
together?”
“Not unless
you relocate to San Diego or Mike gets a job in La La that’s so fantastic that
he’d be crazy not to move,” Dave replied. “But consider this your private
escape home whenever ya want. By Thanksgiving we’ll have the lap pool
finished.” Mike and I were pleased that the cottage, along with the stucco wall
that the previous owners had constructed, now gave us complete privacy from the
street and neighbors.
“I’m taking
reservations now,” I added. Mike’s gotta work at the restaurant Thanksgiving
and I know that Justin would love the company.”
Brent looked
at Doug for a moment before they nodded.
“Guys, you
got a deal,” Brent said. “Who’d of thought, even a year ago, that we’d be
sitting here making plans with our teenage sons?”
“And watching
them take the final steps into manhood,” Doug added. “Guys, thanks for helping
us with Bryan this summer. We can tell that he got some pretty terrific
parenting from his uncles.”
*****
JUSTIN
Bry and I
spent the Labor Day weekend together, sharing the last moments for a while.
Since the family meeting we earnestly moved to the final frontier as Mike
referred to ‘it’. For the next week we curiously probed, massaged and stretched
each other’s hole in the evening with spit and lube.
Bryan
resisted anything more than one finger, while I was able to take his three to
the second knuckle by the end of the week.
Finally, the
evening before Brent and Doug were to arrive, I decided that I was ready for
more than fingers. I told Bry that tonight was the night for me. He was a
little sad when he confirmed my suspicions that he didn’t want to bottom…yet.
“That’s Cool,” I said. “ Because I want you
in me, buddy. If that’s the way you like it, it’s not a ‘biggie’. And I’m not
referring to that monster swinging between your legs.” I grinned, winked and
squeezed his shoulder.
He returned
the smile, kissed me everywhere and proceeded to pleasure me with his hard cock
after proper preparation and intense foreplay. He passed with flying
colors…again, and again…that weekend before he returned to L.A. with his dads.
I had a few
introductory classes at The Bishop’s School before Labor Day weekend.
Transferring in from another school was never easy but the admin department
helped to get me acquainted. I was assigned a ‘brother’ from the junior class
who was compatible with my educational and athletic goals. Alan Estes and I
were both Salk scholarship winners and he was on the varsity swim team.
The swim team was starting practice the
first Tuesday after Labor Day, with open try-outs for the team at 6:00 p.m.
after the team went home. I showed up, along with three others from the
sophomore class. After stretching, we all jumped in and completed 10 laps to
loosen our muscles. My workouts at the pool in Balboa Park paid off. By the
time we were ready for clocked times, I ‘flew’ in freestyle and butterfly…well
enough to be invited to be part of the team. One of the sophomores was also
invited.
My new
friend, Alan, was delighted that we’d be teammates when he saw the posting of
the varsity swim team on the bulletin board the next day. At lunch hour, I
joined him with the rest of the team in the cafeteria. Although most were
reserved when we sat down, the guys were all laughing and joking by the time we
finished dessert. ‘This was going to be a great year,’ I thought, as Alan and I
walked to class.
I picked up
some attitude from a few of the classmates, who thought that my home in
University Heights couldn’t measure up to their status, living in La Jolla or
Rancho fucking Santa Fe. But they were a minority. Most of the kids in my
junior class were smart, talented and funny. In class, my academic discipline
from Shattuck-St. Mary’s allowed me to excel and after a while even the school
snobs gave me some slack.
The swim team
practice was two hours of daily hard work in the afternoon and the coaches
pushed us to our full potential. Alan and his best friend Kevin McCarthy rooted
for me constantly. By mid-fall, we became a tight threesome. Like my dads, Alan
and Kevin’s parents decided that they would not get to drive unsupervised until
completing the driver’s education course in the spring. So, between biking, the
bus, and sharing rides with the ’rents, we got around to the movies, hanging at
the mall and some house parties that the other kids threw.
In late
October, I had said goodnight to Alan and Kevin after practice and left the
empty locker room to wait for Dave to pick me up. Halfway up the stairs to the
lobby of the pool pavilion, I remembered leaving a textbook in my locker.
Entering the team locker room, I was startled to hear moaning coming from one
of the locker bays. Quietly, I walked back past my locker to the general area
from where the sound was coming. The moaning became loader.
I rounded the
corner and stopped suddenly at the image of my buddy Alan, on his knees, head
planted in Kevin’s crotch, giving our teammate and friend a blowjob. Kevin’s
eyes were closed and his moans were becoming more pronounced as he started
fucking Alan’s face. I was mesmerized at the sight of these two hot athletes
getting it on. Quietly, I started to back away and disappear when Kevin’s eyes
opened long enough to see me. An expression of horror rapidly crept over his
face as he stopped his gyrations and clamped his hands tightly on Alan’s head.
“Hey, babe,
what’s wrong?” Alan asked, after withdrawing from a very long, hard, wet cock.
“Uhhh,” was
all Kevin could utter, as he stared at me and nodded for Alan to look. Alan
turned and his saliva-dripping mouth dropped open further as his eyes widened.
“Shit. Ah,
Justin, what are you doing here?” Alan asked, desperately, as he stood up. He
tried to hide his woodie with his hands.
“I came back
for a book I forgot,” I replied with a steady tone. I could feel my dick
getting hard from this hot sight. ‘Man, if I wasn’t committed to Bryan,’ I
thought, looking at Kevin’s saliva-slicked tool, ‘I wouldn’t mind having some
of that.’
“It, err,
this isn’t what it looks like.” Kevin’s hard cock was rapidly deflating to its
usual state. He hastily grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his middle.
“Uh, listen, guys…maybe you should get
dressed so we can talk?” I maintained a reasonable, neutral image. ‘Let’s see
if I can cool things,’ I thought.
“You gonna
tell what you saw?” Kevin asked with increased panic.
“No,
absolutely not. You guys are my best friends. Right?”
“Um, for
sure,” Alan said, becoming less tense. His expression slowly relaxed from an
‘oh, fuck’ look of guilt to a mask of uncertainty.
“Then, don’t
worry. You guys get dressed and I’ll meet you in the lobby. Okay?” I figured I
needed to get lost for a few minutes so my friends could re-group.
“Yeah. Okay,
give us five,” Alan answered with a little more confidence. I went to my
locker, grabbed the book and went upstairs. I saw Dave’s Mustang and ran out to
tell him I needed a few minutes to discuss something with my friends. He had no
problem and I returned to the lobby. The two guys were reluctantly coming up
the stairs.
“What are you
going to do?” asked Kevin, meekly.
“Let’s just
clear the air. For the record, I come from a very gay-friendly home. What you
guys were doing is not my concern.”
“Err, um,
we’re not gay, you know,” Alan answered, not convincingly. Kevin just looked at
the floor.
“Hey, Alan,
cut the bullshit. Having a guy’s dick in your mouth looks pretty gay, no matter
how you slice it. By the way, Kevin, nice dick,” I said with a chuckle. That
drew a shocked response from both. “I told you we’re friends and I’m not going
to say anything to anyone. Nada. Just come clean. Okay?” They looked at each
other and Alan decided to be the spokesman.
“We like each
other. A lot. Kevin and I have been boy friends for over a year.” Alan looked
relieved to let this out.
Kevin nervously smiled and put his hand on
Alan’s shoulder.
“I guess we
need to be more careful, Jus. We don’t have many opportunities to get together
alone. But this is the real deal for us. You promise you’re not going to say
anything…to anyone?” Kevin asked, almost pleading.
“I guess it’s
show and tell time for me, guys,” I said. “I’ve got a boy friend in L.A. and I
guess I feel kinda good that I’m not the only gay guy on the swim team.”
“Dude,” Alan
said with a big grin. “Fuckin’ unreal.” Spontaneously, they both walked up to
me and we had a three-way hug.
TO BE
CONTINUED