The downstairs of the cabin had two bedrooms with queen size beds and a big room they called the game room that had several futons for sleeping and some other stuff, like a TV, a game table, and easy chairs. Tim and I got one of the bedrooms, Justin and Brian got the other one, and Denny got a futon. There was a wood-burning stove in the game room that was supposed to supplement the heat from the central heating system, if necessary. It was really cold down there when we went down, so we made a fire in the stove. We just used the wood that was already inside. Sometime during the night Denny woke me up. "Kyle, I'm cold," he said. He was standing on my side of the bed, naked. "Put some more wood in the stove," I said. "It's outside, and it's too cold to go out," he said. Shit, I thought. "Get in, then," I said. He was shivering, and his teeth were chattering. That little guy really was cold. "Let me warm you up," I said. I turned so I was facing his back, and I put my arms around him. His skin was ice cold to the touch, and it made a chill run through me. I put my right leg over his legs to help warm those up, and I got as close to him as I could. I was naked, too, and my dick was right up against his butt crack. I'm flesh and blood, just like the next guy, and doing that made me get hard. "I can feel your penis," he said softly. "I know. Just ignore it," I whispered. "I love you, Kyle," he said. He was breathing hard, and I figured he was turned on. I couldn't help that, though. "I love you, too. Now let's be quiet so we can get back to sleep. Are you getting warm?" "Yeah," he said. I could tell he was. He wasn't shivering anymore, and his teeth weren't chattering. He took my hand in his and moved it down to his dick. He wanted me to do something. "No, Denny. Not that, Bubba," I said. "I'm sorry, Kyle. I just . . . ." "I know, Bubba. Not that, though. Let's just go to sleep," I said. "Are you mad at me?" he asked. "No, I'm not mad at you, Denny, but if you keep talking, I'm going to get mad at you," I said. I said it light so he would know everything was okay. He giggled. "Good night," he said. "Good night, Bubba," I said. I moved my leg off his, and I backed up a little bit to give my dick some room. I thought about how strong the urge was and how easy I had boned up just then. Eventually I went off to sleep. We woke up the next morning with a big dog jumping on the bed. Justin and Brian were standing in the room, and they were both laughing. "Get up, sleepies," Justin said. "Let's go for a romp in the snow." "Hey, Trixie," Tim was saying, talking to her all sweet. She knew better than to lick, but that cold, wet nose was everywhere. "Has this dog been outside?" I asked. "Yeah. She had to pee," Justin said. "She must have been sniffing the snow or something," I said. "Her nose is like ice. Brian, make her get off the bed so we can get up." "Down, Trixie," Brian said, and she got off. I leaned over and gave Tim a good morning kiss. He looked cute, all sleepy and everything. We got up, and all three of us had our usual tent poles sticking out front. "Oh, hey, Denny," Tim said, like he was noticing him for the first time. "Did you sleep with us?" "I got cold, and Kyle let me get in. Nothing happened, though, Tim," Denny said. "I know that," Tim replied. Not for lack of trying, though, I thought. Justin and Brian were already dressed, and the three of us got dressed quick, too. We all put on sweats and went to the bathroom, one by one. I looked at my watch, and it was only seven o'clock, Eastern time. Six o'clock our time. I put on my shoes and socks, but Tim and Denny went upstairs barefoot. There was a big fire going in the fireplace in the living room. We huddled around it to get the morning chill off. I looked out the French doors all along one wall, and the valley below us was covered with snow. The Christmas tree farm down there looked like a picture postcard. I got my camera, went out on the deck, and started snapping. I got cold pretty quick, though, so I went back in. Kevin and Rick were just coming out into the living room, also in sweats. "Who made the fire?" I asked, after we all said good morning to them. "I did," Rick said. "I've been up a while. I ran a little bit." "Did Trixie run, too?" Tim asked. "Of course," Rick said. "She loved being out in the cold. You should have seen her playing in the snow. You need to get some pictures of that, Kyle. I wish we could take her to the slopes with us." That's where that cold nose had come from. It was always cool, but that morning it was really cold. Rick had made coffee, so we all got a cup. We sat in the living room. "We need to plan what we're going to do," Kevin said. "We need to get some groceries, too." "If the guys want to take some lessons, I think we ought to go to the mountain first thing before the classes fill up," Rick said. "Okay with me," Kevin said. "Is that okay with you, guys?" It was okay with everybody. I figured we'd stop on the way for something to eat, and that's what we did. We found a little mom-and-pop diner, and we got breakfast. When the girl brought the menus to the table, she also brought a platter of biscuits that had country ham on them. "This here's a little something to get started on," she said. That mountain accent was hard to understand. There were coffee cups already on the table, and she started pouring for those who wanted coffee. I ate a biscuit right away, and it was the fluffiest thing I had ever put in my mouth. The ham was real salty and real good, too. I always soaked country ham in water to get some of that salt out, but they hadn't soaked theirs as much as I soaked mine. "These biscuits are enough for a meal," I said. That turned out not to be true, though. There were only two for each of us, and I needed more than that for a day in the cold. I scanned the menu. I pretty much knew what I wanted, but I just checked it to see what all they had. I was glad I did. "Do y'all see they have plain grits, cheese grits, and garlic grits?" I asked. "Garlic grits sound disgusting," Justin said. "Why would anybody mess up perfectly good grits with garlic? And for breakfast? They'll make your breath stink all day long." "Well, don't get 'em, then," Rick said. "Don't worry," Justin said. "It'll keep vampires away," Tim said. "I'll take my chances," Justin said. "Besides, I might want to have somebody sucking on my neck." Everybody laughed at what he said. The girl came back to take our orders. "Does anybody ever order the garlic grits?" Justin asked the waitress. "Yeah, a bunch of people do. Mostly with fried fish, though, like for lunch. Not too often for breakfast," she said. "They're pretty good." "Are y'all bothered by vampires around here?" he asked her. She must have been pretty sharp because she laughed right away. She knew he was flirting with her, and she was loving it. "Not too much since we put the garlic grits on the menu," she said. "Before that, you'd see people in here with these big ole marks on their necks." "I know what causes that, and it ain't no vampire," Justin said. She kind of leaned up against his chair. "I'll bet you do know," she said, nodding her head. She was really cute, but she could have kept an orthodontist busy for months. I could tell she wouldn't mind getting to know ole Justin a little better. Maybe get her one of those neck marks they were talking about. "What's going on here?" Brian asked, after the girl had left the table. I could tell he was in a playful mood, and I was getting ready to enjoy that. "Nothing's going on," Justin said. "Drink your juice." "Justin! I'm not deaf and blind, you know," Brian said. Justin got worried all of a sudden. "Did that bother you? We were just playing, Little Buddy," he said. There was real concern in Justin's voice, and I knew Brian didn't have the balls to make him sweat. I would have taken that to the nth degree. I knew Brian was fixing to cave, though. Sure enough, he did. "I know, Buddy. I'm just teasing you," Brian said. Shit, I thought. "Phew! You had me worried, baby. I thought you were mad at me, or something," Jus said. "The whole bunch of y'all are dick-whipped," Rick said with sort of mock disgust. "I'll admit it. I am, and so are you and Kevin, asshole," Justin said. "Me, too," I said. "She's cute, but none of us want any of that." "I don't know about that," Brian said. Justin got this look on his face like Brian had just said he was the anti-Christ. "I'm just teasing you, Justin. You know that," Brian said. "Let's change the subject," Justin said, and everybody laughed. * * * The skiing was very good that day, fast and smooth. Tim, Brian, and Denny took a lesson, and they joined us. We moved over to a beginner slope for a couple of runs till they were feeling at ease with it, and then we moved back to an intermediate run. We skied till around two o'clock, and we decided to get some lunch. I was glad, too, 'cause my breakfast was long gone. "I think my legs are about broke," Justin said. "It feels good to sit down." "I know what you mean. I'm thinking about calling it a day," Kevin said. "That sounds good to me, too," I said. "We got up at the damn ass-crack of dawn, just about. It was six o'clock Emerald Beach time, remember." "I got up even earlier than that," Rick said. "Of course, we could go over to a tube slope. That's not as demanding." He was like a damn kid. He never knew when to quit. I never did think he ate enough to have as much energy as he did, but that was none of my business. "I want to do some of that again," Tim said. "We had a good time tubing last year." "Me, too," Brian said. "Denny, it's really cool. We figured out how to make the tube spin." "I wouldn't mind doing some snow-boarding, too," I said. "Yeah, me, too," Rick said. After we ate, everybody felt a lot better. We ended up tubing for a couple of hours and then knocking off around five o'clock. We went back to the cabin and took showers. I decided not to shave while we were there, so I didn't. That hot water felt so good that it made me sort of sleepy. I didn't catch a nap, though. We had things to do. We all sat in the living room in front of the fire. I had on my sweats again, and that soft cloth felt real warm and real good. I had had on thermal underwear and lined blue jeans all day, and those things'll wear you out, all day long like that. I felt really relaxed in my sweats. "We need to do some shopping, guys," Kevin said. We made a shopping list, all giving input about what we wanted to eat. Kevin and Rick insisted on going shopping without us, so they took off. "What the hell is that all about?" Justin asked after they were gone. "They probably want some privacy, Buddy," Brian said. "For what? They ain't going to do anything in the grocery store," Justin said. "I know, but they just enjoy each other's company," Tim said. "We demand a lot of their time, you know?" "I think they left us here so we could have a drink," I said. I knew that was bullshit, but why not take advantage of the situation? "That's a good idea, Kyle," Justin said. "Make us some." "You guys are going to turn into alcoholics," Denny said. "Please don't do that." He was serious. I guess it was because his mom was a druggie. "Denny, they'd have to drink a whole lot more than they drink, over a very long period of time, for them to be alcoholics," Tim said. "They don't drink as much as most boys their age." "I just don't want any of you to ruin your lives," Denny said. "Addiction is a terrible thing. I know." "I know it is, Denny, but Justin and I aren't addicted to alcohol, and we're not going to get addicted," I said. "I had two drinks at Brian's party last Saturday, and I had a few during the holidays, but I don't drink every week, much less every day. You've never seen me drunk, have you?" "No," he said. "I've been drunk a few times in the past, but those were accidents. I've learned how to use alcohol to help celebrate, but I also think I've learned how to keep from abusing it. Using and abusing are two different things," I said. "Promise me you won't ever do that, Kyle," Denny said. "Do what?" "Abuse it," he said. "I won't, Denny," I said. I didn't feel like having a drink anymore after that. Shit! "Let's all have cokes," I said. And that's what we did. Later, when Kevin wanted a drink before dinner, Justin and I had one, too. I could feel it relaxing me as it was going down, but I couldn't get Denny's worried voice out of my head. I had been very careful after Tim and I had gotten real sick one night after drinking too much, and I already knew that would never happen again. In fact, Tim hadn't had a drink since that had happened, as far as I knew. I was going to watch it real close from then on, though, especially around Denny.
Charles Dickens started his novel A Tale of Two Cities with the words, "It was the best of times." Those words applied to me since I had moved in with Kevin and Rick and all the boys in Emerald Beach. I felt completely safe, completely taken care of, and completely at home where I was. My juvenile probation officer came to school to see me once a week at the start of the school year, but after about a month she knew I had no business being on probation. She had thugs to look after, not the likes of me, and she recommended to the judge in Blountstown that my probation be dropped. It was. I told Kevin and Rick about that, but I didn't mention it to the others. They knew I wasn't a thug or a criminal, and they didn't care about that. I couldn't believe how nice they all were to me. I had been in a foster home the first time my mom was arrested, but it hadn't been for very long. Those people were probably doing the best they knew how, but they had a million rules that didn't make any real sense and were just an inconvenience to me. I mean, they didn't want me to read in bed. They wanted me asleep by eight o'clock. I was in a room with three other boys, and they made us turn off the light at eight. Most nights, the others talked for a couple of hours, usually about which girls they'd like to have sex with. I just listened, thinking the whole time I could get so much more out of reading a book than I could out of listening to the stuff they talked about. At the house in Emerald Beach, Kevin and Rick treated me like I was fifteen years old, which, by the way, I was. They didn't put ridiculous restrictions on me. They let me talk on the phone as much as I needed to. They even gave me my own cell phone. I didn't want to talk all that much at first, but eventually I had people to call about class work and, especially, about debate. They let me get a snack anytime I wanted to. That wasn't that much in the grand scheme of things, but it was nice to have that kind of freedom. If I wanted to go out with the other boys, say for ice cream or pizza or just to hang out in the clubhouse at night, that was okay with them. They trusted me, and that was the best part. Sure, I had chores to do, just like the rest, but they were things that really had to be done. They weren't make-work chores like at the other place. They had a maid who came once a week, and she put clean sheets on my bed. I had to strip it, though, and put the sheets and pillow cases in the wash before she got there. The towels, too. That was not a big deal. "They make us strip our beds so the maid doesn't have to deal with cum," Justin told me. I'm sure I blushed when he told me that, but it made sense. The same with towels. Sure, I had to remember to get those downstairs, but that was reasonable. It was a chore, but it was something that made sense to me. We took turns putting the garbage can out at the street. I had to do it on Monday nights, and Justin did it on Thursday nights. Justin and I also had to unload the dishwasher when the dishes were done and turn it on when it was full. One of us had to set the coffeepot up and turn the timer on every night. Brian was in charge of looking after Trixie. He had to make sure she had fresh water all the time and that she got fed when she was supposed to. He also had to let her out to do her business when she wanted to. Actually, whoever happened to be around when she went to the door took care of that, but Brian always let her out before he went to bed. He had to wash her once a week, and he, and sometime Justin, too, got in the big tub in Kevin and Rick's room to bathe her. Taking care of Trixie was a labor of love for him, though. Kyle didn't really have a regular chore, but he seemed to be the entertainment coordinator. He took care of organizing parties, and we had quite a few of those. Sometimes some of the friends would bring all the food and drink over, but it was always at our house. We had really nice party facilities, and I guess they had it worked out that sometimes we would entertain all the friends at our house, and sometimes others would entertain all the friends at our house. We always met new people when somebody else hosted it. Kyle wasn't officially in charge when others brought the stuff, but he was always right there in the middle of it. He made sure we had what we needed for a party, though, even if somebody else was bringing the food and drink. Kyle and Jeff kept up the family homepage on the Internet, too, and never a week went by that it wasn't updated, sometimes substantially so. I don't think Tim had any regular chores except to bring his and Kyle's sheets and towels downstairs. He and Kyle did a good bit of the grocery shopping, but I think Tim just went along because Kyle wanted him to. Since Tim and Kyle didn't officially live there, they both sort of just pitched in where they were needed. "Denny, about last night," Kyle said to me the first time he and I were alone on the slope. I was paralyzed with fear when he said that. "Kyle, I'm soooooo sorry," I said. "For what? For being a guy?" He was grinning. "You mean you're not mad at me?" I asked anxiously. "Hell, no, I'm not mad at you. I told you that last night. What happened last night was natural and normal. You got hard and I got hard. No shame in that, Bubba. But I want you to know, I'm not going to do anything with you, okay? Tim is my life, and I'm not ready to give up my life," he said. "I know. That's why I feel so bad about it," I said. "Don't feel bad, man. What happened was normal and natural when two naked gay boys are all over each other. I should have thought about that before it happened. I figured you were probably feeling bad about it, and that's why I wanted to talk to you. Do not feel bad, okay?" he said. "That takes a load off me, Kyle," I said. "Good. Let's have fun today, okay?" he said. And I did have fun. A whole lot more fun than I ever thought I would. I mean, I'm not an athlete at all. But there I was, skiing with the rest of them. I didn't go as fast as they did, and I wasn't real steady on my feet, but I had a great time. I never would have expected that, either. * * * We skied a lot that weekend, but, of course, that was why we had gone there. We did other things, though, including going to a flower shop in the town of Highlands. The rest of them were friends of the guys who ran the place. "Steve and Frank, I want you to meet our newest son. This is Denny Morgan," Kevin said when he introduced me to them. "How do you do, Denny," Steve said. "Nice to meet you, Denny," Frank said. They were both really nice, and I could tell they were probably gay. It was Sunday afternoon, and there wasn't anybody else in the shop but us. They had some unbelievably beautiful flower arrangements around the place. Of course, they were really in the business of selling flowers and the vases you put them in, and the shop was very crowded. They made small talk with Kevin and Rick while we looked around the shop. "Damn, look how pretty this thing is," Justin said. "This looks like it could be dessert." "Don't eat it," Kyle said. Kyle was very busy with his camera taking pictures of those flower arrangements and the other stuff in the store, all of which was beautiful. Kevin gathered us up. "Steve and Frank were expecting a group this afternoon for a flower-arranging class, but they called about a half hour ago and cancelled. Their van broke down, and they can't get here. They were wondering if we'd like to have a lesson. The flowers will just go to waste if we don't use them," Kevin said. "Kevin, I don't know about flower arranging, Bubba," Justin said. "You think somebody's going to think you're queer if you do it, don't you?" Kyle said. Justin put his hand to his mouth like he was thinking or something, and then he shrugged. "Well, guess what, Bubba. Everybody knows where this thing hangs out," Kyle said, grabbing Justin's crotch. "Cut it out, Goodson," Justin said. I could tell he wasn't the least bit angry at Kyle. That was one of the ways they teased each other, and it was always funny. "Cut it out?! I'll cut it off, Davis. You hide and watch, son," Kyle said. "Here we are, surrounded by all this gorgeous stuff, getting ready to learn something about the ancient Japanese fine art of Ikebana, and you're talking about cutting his dick off," Rick said. "Kyle and Justin, y'all have risen to a new level of refinement." Everybody, including Steve and Frank, laughed hard when Rick said that. "We're just playing, Rick," Kyle said. "Plus, I want to learn how to do it." "I know you're playing, Kyle," Rick said. "And so am I." "What is it you say? Got you last, or something?" Steve said. We all laughed when Steve said that. The class was actually pretty good. They took a few minutes to tell us about the history and tradition of Ikebana, and they explained the symbolism of what we were going to be making that day. Steve and Frank each made one as they were explaining to us what to do, and somehow theirs were ten times better than ours were. Kyle saw the whole thing as a photo opportunity, and he spent most of his time taking pictures of us working. The best ones he got were of Justin and Rick, and, when we looked at those later on the computer that Steve and Frank had in their house above the store, you could really see the intense concentration and utter frustration on both of their faces. The pictures of Steve and Frank were great, too, and there was absolutely no question that they were master teachers. There were three or four pictures of the two of them looking at each other and laughing at some wisecrack, and it was pretty obvious they were in love. After the class, they closed the store. We all went up to their residence above the store, and they made tea and drinks for us. In about fifteen minutes they brought out food, too, and it was really good. "Does this qualify as a tea party?" I asked. "Absolutely," Frank said. "I've read so much about tea parties, but this is the first time I've ever been to one. I've wanted to go to a tea party all my life," I said. "Well, you're at one now, Denny," Steve said. "I wish we had more to offer. Next time you all come up here, please let us know in advance so we'll be ready." "Steve, this is all wonderful," Kevin said. "We stopped by the shop to say hello, not to be entertained like you guys have done. This food is wonderful." "It's left over from the holidays, mostly," Steve said. "Frank's son and his wife were here for Christmas, and we made a lot more things than we ended up needing. We had people in several times, though." "We've got a grandchild on the way, boys," Frank said. "Steve and I are just beside ourselves over that." "Cool. We're getting us a baby in July," Justin said. "Our sister-in-law." "It's in June, dumbass," Kyle said. "Nope. It's going to be born on my birthday, July 4th," Justin said. "He is, I mean. I just know it's going to be a boy, and I just know he's going to be born on my birthday." We all took our little flower arrangements home. They were very delicate and fragile looking, but you could definitely see that there was art involved. I bought a book on Ikebana because I really liked doing it. We lined the flower arrangements up down the middle of the dining table of the cabin, and they really looked good. Maybe I could get good at it, following the directions in the book, and contribute to our parties that way.
I had been totally in love with Clay Goodson, and I still thought about him every day. But I was totally in love with Tyler Jones, too. I wouldn't let myself compare Tyler to Clay, but they were so incredibly much alike. Of course, they were each their own man, but whatever it was in a man that enabled me to love him, each one had it. "I can't believe this house," Ty said, "and that we can afford it." "Ty, I've been completely open with you about my past," I said. "I know, and I don't have a problem with any of it," he said. "I don't see Clay as my rival, Jeff." "Clay's parents are very rich, and they consider me their son," I said. "I know, and I also know that's why we're living here for two hundred bucks a month, instead of the thousand it's worth," Ty said. "I know where we stand with each other, Baby. I know you love me." "I do love you," I said, "every bit as much as I loved Clay. More, even. I don't see our relationship ever ending, either." He got rather thoughtful. Ty was usually very outgoing and lively, and I did the brooding for the two of us. I knew that when he got in the kind of mood he was in just then that something was up. I didn't say anything, waiting for him to tell me what was on his mind. Finally he spoke. "I don't see it ever ending either, Jeff," he said. "We've been together since last May, and it's time for my parents to meet you." That was a thunder clap, if ever there was one. "You're not out to them, are you?" I asked. "Not yet," he said. "But I think it's time." "Are you sure, Ty?" I asked. "I'm sure that I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and I'm sure you want to spend the rest of your life with me. I'm not dependent on my parents for financial support. There's never going to be a perfect time, but it seems to me that this is as good a time as any," he said. "This is pretty overwhelming to me, you know?" I said. "Why?" "You just said you want to spend the rest of your life with me. I've been hoping that was the case for months, but you just said it," I said. He cuddled me in his arms. "Did you ever doubt that?" he asked. "Well, no, but you never said it. Until tonight. It's like our wedding or something," I said. "No. We're going to have a public ceremony, even if it's only with our friends. I'm not ever letting you go, Baby, and I want the immediate world to know about it," he said. "I'd like my parents and my brother to be there, too." We kissed and cooed and did all the things lovers do when they get engaged. I was so happy my heart was about to burst. There were so many people I wanted to tell. Kyle and Tim and Gene and Rita, first of all, and Kevin and Rick. And Justin and Brian. And George and Sonya. And Ed, Beth, Craig, and Cherie. And all of our family. "Lets call my parents," Ty said. "Are you sure?" I asked. "I want to tell them about us in person, but I want to call to see if we can visit them," he said. "When can we go?" I asked. "Aren't you off school for the Martin Luther King holiday?" he asked. "Yeah. Kevin and Rick and the guys are going to North Carolina to ski. They started hinting that they wanted us to go, too, but I begged off. One of these times we're going to have to go, I'm afraid," I said. "Afraid? Hell, I love to ski," he said. I don't know that he had ever actually told me that before, but everything about him let me know it was true. "We'll go next time," I said. "I promise." He smiled at me in a way that said he'd do whatever I wanted to do. Always. He dialed his parents' number and both parents got on the line. We had a speaker phone, but we didn't turn it on. Instead, we balanced the receiver between us so we could both hear what they said. After the usual greetings and questions about how everyone was, he got to the point. "Mom and Dad, I've got a few days off in a couple of weeks. I was thinking about coming home, if that's okay," he said. "Since when do you have to ask us if you can come home, Ty?" his mother asked. "Well, I know, but I'd like to bring a friend with me, too," he said. "Your friends have always been welcome here. You know that," his dad said. "Yes, sir," he said. They worked out the details of when the visit would occur. After the phone call, we got on the Internet and bought some plane tickets, and we were all set to leave on Friday, January 16th. We'd come home the following Tuesday. If our news wasn't well received, we'd get in our rental car and haul ass for Minneapolis. That wasn't on my short list of places for a winter vacation, but we'd see what happened. Besides, that's where our return flight would leave from. * * * "How do you think they're going to take the news?" I asked one evening a couple of days before we left. We were holding one another on the sofa in the living room, a fire burning in the hearth. We broke apart long enough for Ty to put a rather substantial oak log on the fire. It would keep us warm all night. And then we resumed cuddling. "Well, you always like to think your parents are going to accept you, no matter what, you know?" he said. "I thought mine would," I said. "Ouch, Baby. I'm sorry," he said. "No, that's all right. I honestly never thought they'd disown me. I mean, I knew they had done that to my brother, or at least had forced him out of their lives, but two for two? What are the odds?" I asked. "My brother might have a problem with it," he said. "I don't think he's very big on gay guys. He used to refer to a guy he knew as 'Nelly.'" "That might not be a good sign, but neither one of us is a Nelly," I said. "I know. Give me a kiss," he said. That started the ball rolling, as it were. In no time, we were both naked on the floor in front of the fireplace. We made some serious love, but, romantic novels aside, that setting really isn't all that great for love-making. I was the top that night, and my ass was not more than a couple of feet from the flames. In the throes of passion, Tyler grabbed both of my butt cheeks to pull me deeper into him. "God, your ass is hot," he said. "Ohhh," I said, wanting to respond but not really knowing what to say to that. "Seriously, Jeff," he said. We were both very close to climax, and I wasn't interested in conversation right then. In another couple of minutes, it was all over for both of us. I rolled off him, and my butt hit the carpet. "God!" I screamed. My ass was hot, and it hurt like hell rubbing on that carpet. He started laughing hysterically. "It hurts, doesn't it?" he asked between guffaws. "Yes, it hurts. Jesus!" I said. I got up on my hands and knees over him, and I leaned in to kiss him. I saw the humor of what had happened and laughed, too. I got up right after that. "I think this was a bad idea," he said, still laughing. "When you said my ass was hot, I thought you meant . . . " "I know," he said. "I meant that, but I meant hot to the touch, too." He was still laughing. We got up off the floor, and he got some lotion to soothe the pain. He did a number on me rubbing it in, and Mister Happy came back to life. What followed was so good that I didn't care about the pain anymore. I made a mental note to be careful in the future, though. Hot love is only a metaphor, after all. |