I went through all that training to become a Catholic, and I was glad I did. I had some real reservations about some of that stuff I was supposed to believe, though. The issue of homosexuality never came up a single time, so it wasn't that. I knew the Catholic Church was officially against homosexuality, but Father Jerry and Doc had both told me that nobody really listened to the official stuff, when it came to sex. They both said the real issues were related to social justice, poverty, war, equality, the environment, and stuff like that. I could dig those issues. I had trouble with some of the mysteries you were supposed to believe, like the bread and wine turning into the body and blood of Jesus during Mass. I mean, that was a real reach for me. When I talked to Doc about that, he said it was something he had always been taught and that he really didn't think about it very often, one way or the other. I figured that was code for he didn't much believe it, either. Tim wasn't all that sure what I was talking about when I brought it up to him. I never got around to talking about it with Kevin, and I had no intention of bringing it up to Rick because I thought he was probably a hopeless case on that subject. I figured going to Mass and Communion was a way of coming together as a family and that the family got strengthened by eating a common meal, even if it was only symbolic of a meal. I would leave it at that. We had exactly ten days after Easter Sunday before opening night of Grease, and I mean she poured the rehearsals on us, too. I was at school in that auditorium till eleven or 11:30 every night, and that was in addition to the ninety minutes we had in class to practice. We were really getting good, but, oh, man, I came home at night exhausted, I mean really dragging my ass. My Timmy was such a trooper through it all. One night we got in bed. We hadn't made love in two or three days because I was always so damn tired at night and had to get up so damn early in the morning. I knew he wanted it bad, and I did, too. We cuddled and rubbed each other and kissed, and all that stuff you do to get each other ready. I yawned one time when we were kissing, and that was definitely not cool. He just laughed, though. Then he starts on my ears and my neck, moving down. He kisses my chest and my nipples, and it feels great. Then he moves down to my crotch and takes it in his mouth. That felt so good, all warm and wet. He's working it a while, doing all the wonderful things he does, and it's feeling good. The next thing I know, the damn alarm clock is screaming for us to get up. God, I was beat. Getting out of that bed was the last thing in the world I wanted to do. Tim looked at me with this huge grin on his face. "What?" "You don't even know what happened, do you? Last night, I mean," he said. "No. What happened," I said. "You feel asleep while we were making love," he said. Hearing that was like having an electric shock go through my whole body. I felt guilty, embarrassed, and stupid all at the same time. He must think I'm a fool, I thought. What kind of idiot falls asleep getting his dick sucked? "Tim, I'm so sorry," I said. That made him laugh, so I figured he wasn't mad at me. But maybe he was. "Please don't laugh at me, Babe. I didn't do it on purpose," I said. "I'm not laughing at you, Kyle. I'm laughing at the situation. You know that's funny, Babe," he said. "You're not mad at me?" "No, I'm not mad at you. But you know what I did?" "No, what?" "I set the alarm to go off a half hour earlier than usual this morning. We've got some time now, if you feel like it," he said. He was so damn cute, I wanted to eat him up. "Come here to me, you little sex monkey," I said. He giggled, and I did, too. We got our loving done that morning, and it was very, very good.
I'm standing at the desk one day, just minding my business and trying to get my work done. It was still Spring Break season, and we had a full house. They were from all over, but it seemed like a good many of them were from Kentucky. I always thought of Kentucky as the South, but from what those people told me, it was damn cold there. That is the absolute extent of what I know about that place. These two big ole boys came up to the desk. If I had been in the market, I would have gone after either one of them. They were some good looking studs, but I figured they were about as gay as the houseplants in the lobby. "How can I help you?" I asked. "Are you Justin Davis?" one of them said. "Yes, sir. How can I help you?" My name wasn't exactly a mystery, since I had my name tag on, front and center, like I was supposed to. "I'm Trey, and this is Eric," he said. He stuck his hand out for me to shake. Guests didn't usually do that, but, hey, I didn't care. I'd shake the man's hand. "Justin Davis," I said as we shook. "Can I help you in some way?" "Naw, we just wanted to meet you, Justin," he said. "Okay. Well, I guess you just did," I said. They grinned at each other when I said that. I didn't know what the hell was going on, and they weren't giving me any clues. This whole situation was making me nervous, and I didn't know what to do about it. "We read Jeff's blog every day, and you're all over it," he said. "Oh, yeah. That," I said. "Heh." I didn't know what the fuck he was talking about, and Mister Jeffrey Martin was going to have some explaining to do. I wasn't about to let on that I didn't know about it, though. "Brian sounds totally awesome, man," the Eric boy said. "Well, thanks. I think he is," I said. "We're both hunters, and we know what a good dog man can do for you," Trey said. "Oh, yeah. For sure," I said. I was in some kind of warp. I didn't know them, and I damn sure didn't know what the hell they were talking about. I mean, I was totally lost. Stephen came out to the front just then. "Stephen, I need a break, man. Can you watch the front?" I asked. "Well, I guess, if it's absolutely necessary," Stephen said. You guess? Shit, I thought, if you don't help me out here, I'm going to run your pansy ass right through that machine and turn you into a room key. You damn sure better help me out here. "Thanks, man. I appreciate it. I'll pay you back," I said. "Would you guys like to get some coffee or a soft drink, or something? I'd kind of like to talk to you." "Yeah, that would be good," Trey said. I took them into the break room, and the first thing that hit me when I went in there was the smell of burned coffee. The coffee pot had like a half inch of coffee left in it, and it had been sitting there on the heat since that morning. Right away I made a fresh pot. They wanted cokes, so I bought each of them one. I waited for the coffee to make. I took out my smokes and offered them to those boys. They turned me down politely, but the looks on their faces told me they had never once in their whole lives even thought about smoking. That was okay. I lit up, though. "Guys, I'm going to tell you something right now. Y'all have absolutely blown me out of the water. How do you know about me?" I asked. "We know about you from Jeff's blog," Eric said. "Eric, I'm sorry, but what you just said don't make any sense to me at all," I said. "What is Jeff's blog?" "His Web log," Eric said. "That doesn't help me, man," I said. "What's a Web log?" Those two boys smiled at each other, like they were dealing with a country bumpkin. Which they were, by the way. I could tell they were just as nice as they could be, though. "You know what the Internet is, right? The World Wide Web?" Trey asked. "Yeah, of course I do," I said. I had a pretty good idea, anyway. "Well, Jeff keeps a Web log on the World Wide Web. It's his blog," Trey said. "Is that like a diary or something?" I asked. "That's exactly what it is, Jus," Eric said. "It's a daily record of his life." "He writes about me in that?" "He writes about all of his brothers. You, Brian, Kyle, Tim, Kevin, Rick, Tyler. All of you guys," Trey said. The coffee machine was beeping, meaning it was done, so I got up and fixed myself a cup of coffee. "And people read this thing?" I asked. "He's got fifteen or twenty regular readers. Most of them are gay teenagers like us," Eric said. "Are you guys gay?" I asked. "Yeah. Totally," Eric said. This whole thing was just blowing the hell out of my mind, and it didn't have all that far to go to get blown to start with. "We're going to Kyle's play Thursday night, and probably Friday night, too. We're leaving to go home on Saturday," Trey said. "Do you know everything about us?" I asked. "Not everything, but we know you all have created an incredible family of gay guys here. We've got sort of the same kind of family going in Kentucky. In fact, we're here with my grandpa and our two friends, Aaron and Billy," Trey said. "Justin, you guys are our role models." I didn't know what to think. I mean, I was glad we could be role models for them, I guess, but I didn't know if I liked the idea of us being on the Internet like we must have been. I wondered if Kevin and Rick knew about this. "Guys, I need to get back to work. I'm glad to have met you," I said. "The pleasure was all ours," Eric said. He was a fine-looking boy, that one. They both were. "If y'all are staying here, I'm sure I'll see you again," I said. "Take care, you hear?" "You, too, Justin," Trey said. "Thanks for the cokes." "No problem," I said. * * * That night at home I needed to talk about what had happened at work that day. We were all in the den having our evening snack. "We need to have a family talk tonight, and that includes Jeff and Tyler," I said. "I can't stay and talk. I've got rehearsal tonight," Kyle said. "Fuck the rehearsal, Kyle. You need to be here. This is a fucking family crisis, man," I said. I was pretty worked up when I said that. "Okay. I'll call her and tell her I can't come tonight," Kyle said. Kyle knew me good enough to know that if I said it that way, I meant it. He got on his cell right away, and it turned out that was okay with the director. They were going through the play, but he had an understudy, or something like that, who could fill in for him that night. I heard him use the words "family crisis," and she must have bought it. Kevin got Jeff on the phone and told him that we needed him and Tyler there that night. Once they were all there, I started off. I told them what had happened that day at work. "What's this blog thing all about, Jeff? I feel like I've been paraded naked across the Internet or something," I said. "Jus, first of all, a blog is an on-line journal where I tell about the things that happen in my life. I've used real names, and maybe that was a mistake. But I wanted it to be real. I have never said anything in that blog that was derogatory or demeaning to any of my brothers, Jus. I've written about how happy we are, about how much we support one another, about the fun we have together. I did it so other gay guys who are depressed, oppressed, and ashamed of who they are could know about our family and about how good it can be in a situation like ours," Jeff said. "Justin, Jeff asked Rick and me if we thought it would be all right to do it, and we said yes," Kevin said. "We trusted Jeff to present us as a happy, loving, well-adjusted family of gay men, and I think he's done that. I know he has, in fact." "One of those boys said today that we're their role models," I said. "See, that's exactly what I've been striving for, Jus," Jeff said. "I wanted the world to know about us. This is a totally special family. It would be wrong for us to keep what we have a secret. Don't you see that?" "Yeah, I see what you're saying, Jeff, but, man, it was just so weird what happened today," I said. "I'm sorry it happened to you that way, Jus, but that just goes to show you we're having an influence that goes way beyond this house," Jeff said. "He said you have 15 or 20 regular readers," I said. "Oh, no. It's more like 450 to 500 regular readers, Jus. I have a counter on that page, and the same people visit it almost every day. Fifteen to twenty people leave messages regularly, and that's what he's seen, but I know that a whole lot more visit it every day," Jeff said. "I want to know why you think this is a family crisis?" Kyle asked. I knew he was annoyed at me for making him skip his rehearsal. "I thought it was, okay? I'm sorry if I misunderstood what was going on. That rehearsal's just barely started. They're going to be at it four more hours, at least. Go on and go, man," I said. "Please don't go, Kyle," Tim said. "You're exhausted, and you know it. You need a night off." "Tomorrow night is dress rehearsal," Kyle said. "I absolutely cannot miss tomorrow night. If this thing develops into something else we have to talk about tomorrow night, just know I've got to be at school. I can't be here talking." "Kyle, your boy's right. You are exhausted," Kevin said. "I am tired," Kyle said. "I'll stay home tonight." "I need some closure on the blog," Jeff said. "I enjoy doing it, and I think it might be making a difference for some guys out there, but I'll delete the whole damn site tonight if you guys have a problem with it." "I trust you, Bubba," Kyle said. "I don't care what you say about me because I know you won't betray us." "Jeff, I feel kind of stupid for making a big deal out of this. I just didn't understand what it was all about, you know?" I said. "Justin, I understand completely how you must have felt today, and I'm sorry that happened. You said they were really nice guys, though, right?" Jeff asked. "Jeff, if those boys lived here, they'd be in this house, in that clubhouse, and in that pool as much as we are. I only met Trey and Eric, but their friends would have to be good guys, too, for them to like 'em. They are just exactly the kind of guys we want to be friends with," I said. "I'm a little bit worried that they were able to identify Justin so easily," Rick said. "I mean, if they could, couldn't some stalker or pervert or whatever do the same thing?" "I was wearing my name tag, Rick," I said. "I know, but they knew where you work, and they knew your full name," Rick said. "I just think we need to be careful about that. A couple of years ago, Kevin used to chat in gay chat rooms on the Internet. He sent his picture to some people, and I guess he must have given some other personal information, too. One time, during Spring Break, a guy he had chatted with showed up at work to see him. The guy was a sophomore in college and here on Spring Break. He considered Kevin a friend, and he wanted to see if Kevin would hang out with him. Guys, that scared me to death when that happened." "Rick and I argued about that, but I knew he was right, guys. We're in a pretty visible and accessible place, and we have to be careful we don't let anybody know how to physically get to us," Kevin said. "Trey and Eric are really nice guys, but what if they were psychopaths? Or what if they were gay bashers? Justin would have been a sitting duck for them, if they were." Everybody was real quiet because we were thinking about what Rick and Kevin had said. Then, all of a sudden, we heard this light snoring. It was Kyle. He was sound asleep. "Tim, take your boy upstairs and put him to bed," Kevin said. "And don't set the alarm clock. I'll wake you up tomorrow morning. Let's let him sleep as long as he can tomorrow. What time does he have his drama class?" "It's fourth period, so one o'clock," Tim said. "He'll be awake by then, but he needs sleep," Kevin said. "You come back down after you put him to bed, okay?" "Yes, sir," Tim said. Then ole Tim did something I thought I would never see. He picked Kyle up cradled in his arms and carried him up the stairs, still sound asleep. I knew Kyle weighed exactly 160 pounds because we weighed every time we worked out. Now, picking up 160 pounds ain't all that hard if you're talking about free weights or something like that, but you pick up a 160-pound man and carry him to the second floor, and you've had you a workout, that's for sure. I looked at Brian. "Don't even think about it," Brian said, and we all laughed. "Did you think Tim could do that, Little Buddy?" I asked. "No, I never even thought about it," Brian said. "He's evidently stronger than I thought he was." "I know. I just got some new respect for ole Tim, that's for sure," I said. When Tim came back, he was breathing a little harder than usual. We all stood up and clapped for him. "What?!" Tim said. "He ain't heavy, he's my brother." We all laughed at what he said, but I saw tears squeezing out all over the damn room. "It's time for some ice cream," Rick said. "Denny and Ron, come on. Let me teach you how to do it." That night Tim got the banana sticking up between the two ice cream balls covered with the coconut hair. And he damn sure deserved it that night, too, for what he had done. Tim was a very cute boy, and I knew he loved that Kyle more than he loved the next breath he was going to take. And I knew Kyle loved him that much, too. "I want to talk some more about the Kentucky boys," I said. "What do you want to talk about?" Rick asked. "I want to talk about them coming over here, that's what. It's pretty clear to me they would like to be our friends, and I'd like to be their friend, too. Can we invite them over tomorrow night? Maybe for a cookout or something? Swimming? I just really feel like we need to get to know them," I said. "You heard what Kyle said," Tim told us. "He's got to be at that dress rehearsal tomorrow night, come hell or high water. He told me this morning they're going to start getting into costume during drama class and then start the dress rehearsal right away. He won't even come home until it's over." "I'd love for those boys to meet Kyle, but if he ain't here, he ain't here. What do y'all say?" I asked. "Can you organize your boys in the kitchen without Kyle?" Rick asked. "Yes, sir, I think so," I said. I wasn't a total moron. I had watched Kyle put on party after party, and I had done my share of helping. I was definitely ready to step up to the plate as a pinch hitter on that front. "Call 'em up and invite 'em over," Rick said. "What time do you get off tomorrow?" "Three o'clock," I said. "I can shop and get the place ready." "I'll help," Brian said. "Jus, we'll all help," Jeff said. "In fact, I'll shop tomorrow morning so you won't have to do that. What are we having?" "Steak, stuffed baked potatoes from that place Kyle gets them, salad, I guess. Maybe a casserole. Some kind of dessert. What do y'all think?" "That sounds good," Kevin said, "but you need some hors d'ouevres. Kyle tends to do heavy hors d'ouevres, but you don't have to. Cheese, crackers, chips, dip, relish tray. That's sufficient, I think." "I'll get that squared away, too," Jeff said. "Justin, before we start cooking, you might want to call them and invite them," Rick said. "Oh, yeah," I said. Duh! What if they can't come? Or don't want to come? If that was the case, this was all a waste of time. I dialed the number of the Laguna and asked to speak to them. They put me right through, and Trey answered the phone. "Hey, Trey. This is Justin Davis. You remember me from this afternoon?" "Hey, Justin. What's up, dude?" he said. "Nothing much. I was just wondering if y'all would like to come over to the house tomorrow afternoon for a little cookout?" He muffled the phone, but I heard the guys in the background get pretty excited about it. "Yeah, we'd love to. What time?" he asked. "How about five o'clock? We can swim awhile, shoot pool, play ping pong, darts, even water ski, if you want to," I said. "We'll eat about seven, 7:30, something like that," I said. "That sounds great, man. Can my grandpa come?" "Of course he can. All of you guys," I said. "This is going to be just a real down-home family party. Don't expect anything fancy, okay?" "We'd all be disappointed if it was fancy," Trey said. "Come to the desk in the hotel tomorrow so I can draw you a map of how to get here. It's not hard, believe me." "Okay, Justin. We're really looking forward to it. Can we bring anything?" Trey said. "Well, we're really looking forward to it, too, and no, we've got everything covered. See you then." "Can they come," Jeff asked. "Oh, yeah. They're coming," I said. * * * I fretted about that party the whole next day. Two years before, I had never even been to a party, and here I was giving one for people I didn't even know. I liked Trey and Eric a lot, and I knew everybody would like all five of them a lot, too. Or so I thought. But, still, it was a gamble. I figured if I was going to be in hospitality for my career, though, I needed to get into it. This was my first chance. I was supposed to get off at three o'clock, but I left work early. I didn't check out with anybody. I just told the supervisor I had to go, and I did. I knew Kevin Foley wasn't going to fire me for doing that. I never took advantage of the fact that Kevin had been my foster father and still was, unofficially. I never mentioned the fact that Kyle Goodson was my best friend, and that Gene and Rita Goodson and I had been on trips together. It wasn't my style to boast about who I knew. Mr. Rooney knew all that stuff, but it never, ever came up between us. I was just Justin Davis, employee. Jeff had done a great job shopping. I never thought about shopping for a party as a special skill, but it really was. I mean, the guy who does the shopping sets the agenda. No wonder Kyle always wanted to do it himself. The steaks were prime, and they were beautiful. There were going to be fifteen guys at that party, if Kyle made it home in time to eat, and Jeff bought twenty steaks. He got a huge green salad, a corn casserole that looked and smelled wonderful, and twenty stuffed baked potatoes. He remembered rolls, which is something I probably would have forgotten, and he got some nice hors d'oeuvres. There was a platter of smoked sausages cut up into bite-size pieces with tooth picks in them, a vegetable tray with a nice dip, a big cheese ball with crackers, a large can of mixed nuts, a big jar of gigantic stuffed olives, and two jars of pickled okra for me. "Jeff, this is the best, man," I said. "This is going to be a damn feast." "I thought we could have the nibbles outside for when they get here. I think we ought to set up the food in a buffet on the dining room table, and then we can go outside to eat, after everybody gets their dinner," he said. "Yeah, that sounds real good," I said. "Tyler and I will handle the bar," Jeff said. "Or we can just put it out and let people help themselves." "I like the idea of the help-yourself kind of bar. Trey and Eric might not touch a drop, but I tend to doubt that. I don't know how old they are, but they sure look my age, at least. Maybe older," I said. "Let's make sure we get the grandpa something, though." "Okay," Jeff said. Jeff and I busied about, getting silverware and plates set out, napkins, salt and pepper shakers, and all the stuff you needed on a table. The corn casserole was in an aluminum pan, so we transferred that to a glass casserole dish that we could put in the microwave to warm up. I set the rolls on a cookie sheet to be ready to pop in the oven, and I got a basket with a cloth napkin in it to put the rolls in on the table. We'd warm up the potatoes in the aluminum pan they came in, but then we'd transfer them to nicer platters to serve them. We set out serving utensils on the dining room table, too. I was sort of surprised at how much I knew to do, and I had learned every bit of it from just watching Kyle and Rick. I felt pretty grown up, giving my first party and all, and it wasn't all that small, either. Fifteen people, and every one with an appetite. Rick got home before Kevin and before the Kentucky guys got there. "Who the hell did all this shit?" Rick asked. "Me and Jeff, that's who. Who'd you think did it?" I asked. "Come here, sons," he said. "Don't you hurt me," I said. With him you never knew. It could have been a hug, or it could have been a punch, same difference. "I ain't going to hurt you. Come here," he said. He wrapped an arm around each of us, and he hugged us. "I'm really proud of you guys," he said. "This is really nice." He was being affectionate, and I loved getting that kind of attention from Rick. I let down my guard, as anybody would, and first thing I knew his right hand was over my chest. Then he struck, pinching the shit out of my nipple. "Owwww," I screamed. "You shit!" He and Jeff laughed like that was the funniest damn thing they had ever seen. It hurt like hell when he had my tit in his claws, but I knew he was just playing with me. I started laughing, too, once the pain went away. "You best watch your balls in that pool, son," I said to Rick. "Son?" "Okay, Dad, then. But you still best watch 'em," I said. He grabbed me up in a bear hug, and I knew right then and there I could never possibly hurt that man, even teasing him. I just couldn't do that to people I loved. I owed Kyle so damn many get-backs I couldn't even count 'em all, but I just couldn't make myself do it. Kevin came home around five minutes to four, and he changed into shorts and a tee shirt, like the rest of us. The high school boys were already home, and Brian was busy taking care of the dogs. Denny and Ron changed out of their school clothes, and we just sat in the den and waited. "This doesn't feel right," Tim said. "I know," Brian said. "I wish he was here," I said. "He'll be here," Jeff said. "Is it safe to say Kyle dominates this family?" Tyler said. "He's our brother, man, and we love him," I said. "I know you do, and I do, too, but aren't you proud of what you've done, Jus?" Tyler said. I hesitated for a second. "Yeah, I'm proud of it. Let's hope it all tastes good and the Kentucky boys like us," I said. "You know the answer to both of those questions, don't you?" Ty said. "Yeah, I do. What are you doing, Ty? Why are you acting like this, man?" I asked. "Justin, I've been part of this family for almost a year. I've watched you and Kyle interact. What I'm trying to say, man, is that you've got every bit as much leadership ability as Kyle has. I'm trying to tell you that you don't have to play second fiddle to Kyle," Ty said. It was suddenly dead quiet in that room. It was like everybody else agreed with Ty, or something. "What if I want to?" I asked. "That boy saved my life several times, and I'm never going to cross him, at least not in anything important." Tyler started to say something, but just then the doorbell rang. Kevin and Rick both got up to answer it, and it was the Kentucky boys. I had never seen anything like it. It was like a reunion or something. Trey and Eric introduced Aaron and Billy, two boys younger than they were, and Trey's grandpa, Austin. I introduced my people. "It's awfully nice of you to have us over," Austin said, "but I think my boys would have been terribly disappointed if all of us hadn't gotten together. We could have stayed free in a condo in Destin, but they each put up money they earned to come to Emerald Beach instead." "There won't be any charges on your bill when you check out Saturday morning, Austin. The boys will be able to keep their money," Kevin said. All right, Kevin! I thought. "We can't do that, Kevin," Austin said. He might have been the grandpa, but he damn sure didn't look that old to me. I was used to Ed and Arnie as the grandpas, and they looked the part. That man didn't. "Oh, yes, you can," Kevin said. "Kentucky money doesn't spend at a Goodson Enterprises hotel. You're probably old enough to be my father, but that's the way it's going to be on this trip." "Well, thank you," Austin said. "This is a lot of fun, but let's get outside and get in the water," I said. "That's what this is all about." Trey and Eric had already sought out Brian, and the three of them were with the two dogs, talking about dogs and hunting. Aaron and Denny had already paired up. Denny took him into the study to show him the books, and they seemed to hit it off grand. Neither one of those boys were what I would call girlish, but they weren't really hunter and football player types, either. Jeff had found some dumbass Web site called straightacting dot com. You took a little test, and it gave you a rating on how "straight acting" you were as a gay guy. Jeff got a 3, Tyler got a 0, and Kyle and I had both gotten 1's. Tim and Brian had both gotten 3's, and I suspect Denny and Aaron would have gotten 4's or 5's. Trey and Eric? Minus 5's, except it only went down to zero. Billy and Ron hit it off good, too. Ron was the only one of us who was in any kind of organized sport, and he was playing JV baseball that spring. They both would probably have been 1's or 2's on that straight acting scale. Which was all bullshit, anyway, but it was still fun to classify guys that way. We went out to the patio. "Is this food for us?" Trey asked. "Absolutely," I said. "If you see it and you want it, it's yours. Except you can't, like, take the boat home, or anything." They laughed, but they scooped up some of those sausages and cheese stuff. I didn't blame 'em. I did the same. I got me five or six pickled okra, too. I showed them around the place. "You can ski if you want to, but you gotta wear a wetsuit," I said. "Can we go in the pool? We brought suits," Eric said. "We don't wear suits in that pool when it's just guys," I said. Trey and Eric's eyes both got big, and big smiles came on their faces. "Only birthday suits in that pool," I said. "Let's go," Trey said. Brian and I were with them, and we were out of our clothes in no time. Trey and Eric didn't waste any time, either, and Tim was right there, too. Pretty soon, all the kids were naked and in the pool. Kevin, Rick, and Austin went inside. Trey and Eric were very big boys, and they were totally built in proportion. That's all I'm saying. Aaron and Billy were growers. I noticed they were all circumcised, just like me, and they gave that uncut dick on Tim a glance or two. That was just boy stuff, though. An uncut dick was like this mystery thing, and every cut guy in the world wanted to know what that was all about. We had us a great time in that pool that afternoon. The dogs were in there with us, of course, and they were so much fun to play with. Brian kept his eye on Krewe because that was the first pool party she had been to, and one time he had to grab her and take her to the side. She was trembling, and he sat on the side of the pool hugging her and making her feel okay. How could anybody not love a boy like that? We played in the pool for a long time, and then Jeff and I got out to get the dinner ready. We didn't bother to put on clothes. We did that all the time, and we didn't think those guys would care. We were about half through eating when Kyle showed up. He came out onto the patio with a full plate. He gave me a thumbs up and a big grin. That meant a lot to me. I got up and went over to him. I was naked as a jaybird, like all the other kids, but he had his clothes on, of course. His hair was long on top and in the back, and it was combed in a "duck ass" style for the play. He had on very tight jeans, a very tight white tee shirt, and a black leather jacket. He was in costume, and he was still Danny. He looked sexy as hell. "These are the Kentucky boys," I said. I introduced them to Kyle one at a time, and they each shook hands in turn. He was all smiling and glad to meet them, and they were glad to meet him, too. You never had to worry about Kyle meeting new people. He was a natural at it. He knew exactly what to say to everybody, and I envied that skill. He was soon sitting down eating. "What's in that cup there, Justin?" he asked. "You want me to get you a cup?" I asked. "Yeah, please," he said. I poured a healthy slug of bourbon in that cup, and topped it off with coke. He took a sip. "Thanks, Bubba," he said. The rest of that night was pure fun. All fifteen guys were in the pool, playing and having fun. Krewe got tired and wanted to be let in to go to her den, but Trixie stayed with us to the end. Brian had a great time playing with her in the water, and she basically let him do anything he wanted to with her. One time Trey jumped in beside Trixie and grabbed her around the neck. Brian had done that ten or twelve times, and every time Trixie had just played along with Brian. When Trey did it, though, Trixie didn't like it. Trey did exactly the same thing Brian had done, but Trixie wasn't Trey's dog. She was Brian's. We had a wonderful time with those boys that night, and I felt like we had made some life-long friends. I didn't know if we would ever get up to Kentucky, but they promised they were going to come to Emerald Beach every year for Spring Break. We'll see about that, I guess. We set them up so they could see our Web site, and Jeff promised he would be faithful about telling about us in his blog thing. I didn't really know that much about the Internet, and all of that, but I knew what friends were. And I figured those Kentucky boys were going to be our friends forever. And all because of the Internet. |