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Tim's Perspective

"Babe, I think I almost got into some trouble," Kyle said.

We were in bed. We had just made love, and I was on the top of the world.

"What did you do? Pass a school bus?"

"Naw. It's about money," he said.

I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything.

"You know I get a salary every month from that trust fund thing, right?"

"Yeah, I know that," I said. "Kyle, is this going to be something heavy that requires a decision of me. Because if it does, I'm not interested in it right now. What you just did to me has to be savored and enjoyed. I can't think right now."

He chuckled.

"Was it really that good?"

"Yes, it really was that good. What do you want?"

"It can wait," he said.

Kyle spooned up to my back, and I wiggled into him. He took my dick in his hand and held it gently. I drifted off to sleep thinking about him and how much I love him.

We woke up the next morning in exactly the same position we had been in when we went to sleep.

"Good morning. I love you," he said.

What a great way to wake up.

"Hmmm. I love you too. Put it in me," I said.

"Huh?"

"Fuck me, Kyle. Just like we are right now," I said.

"Raise you leg a little," he said.

That gave him a better angle. I was still lubed up from the night before, but he spit on his hand and wet his dick. He entered me smoothly and easily, and we were off to a new day.

* * *

"That was fun," he said, when we were in the shower together.

"Yeah. What was it you wanted to tell me last night?" I asked.

"I don't remember," he said.

"Something about you almost getting into trouble," I said.

"Oh, yeah. I hadn't deposited any of the checks I had gotten except one, and I promised Cherie I'd do it by noon yesterday. I got to the bank about 10:30 yesterday morning, and they told me they would have to verify the checks and that it might take until the afternoon to do that. That was it," he said.

"How would that have gotten you into trouble?" I asked.

"I gave my word of honor I'd do it by noon," he said.

"So? You had the checks there by 10:30. You fulfilled your word," I said.

"I know. The bank guy convinced me of that," he said.

"I'm glad you didn't tell me that last night," I said.

"Why?"

"Because it's boring. It's a non-story," I said, teasing him.

"Yeah? I'll bore your ass," he said.

"Again?"

He thought for a moment, and he laughed when he got the pun.

"I have to go see Mr. Cliff this morning," he said.

"Philip's dad? For what?"

"I'm going to buy some rental property. I wish you could go with me," he said. "I thought my dad was going to go, but he said he wants me to do it on my own. That kind of sucks, don't you think?"

"Your dad's trying to make you learn how to do stuff like that, Babe. He's teaching you, or at least forcing you to learn," I said.

"Oh, so you're on his side, huh?"

"I'm on your side, and so is he. Get a grip, Goodson," I said, grabbing his dick through his underwear.

"Cut it out. You're going to get me all hot for you," he said.

"Okay. I'll wait till tonight," I said.

"You're a horny little sex monkey, ain't you?" he said.

"Yeah, around you."

"Come here," he said. He grabbed me in his arms and kissed me tenderly. "I love you so much."

"I love you that much more. Come on. Let's go. I'm going to have a hard-on all day, thanks to you," I said.

"There are worse things," he said.

"Yeah, I know."

"Good morning, everybody," Kyle said, all bright and cheerful when we went into the dining room.

"Somebody must have been jump-started this morning," Justin said.

"Might 'a' been, Mister Davis. Might 'a' been," Kyle said.

"Denny, Murray, and Sean, y'all don't look at them. That is nothing but pure sexual lust, right there," Jus said.

"That sounds pretty good to me," Sean said.

"I wouldn't know," Murray said.

"You will one of these days, Bubba. Did you weigh yourself this morning?" Kyle asked.

"Yeah," Murray said, smiling.

"How many?"

"Twenty-seven, as of today," he said.

"Murray, I'm so damn proud of you, Bubba, I could bust," Kyle said.

We all told Murray how great we thought that was, and he beamed.

"Where are Kevin and Rick?" Kyle asked.

"I dunno. Probably in there doing what y'all were doing," Justin said.

"Y'all didn't do anything this morning?" Kyle asked.

"That's none of your business," Justin said.

"I thought we weren't supposed to ask about what goes on in private," Sean said.

"We ain't. Kyle and I just break the rules sometimes," Justin said.

"Yeah, but only when Kevin and Rick aren't around," Brian said.

"Well, we ain't fools. Who's going to snitch? Huh? You?" Justin said, grinning and teasing Brian.

I hoped Kyle and I came across to others as cute as Justin and Brian did.

"I'll snitch," Sean said.

"The fact of the matter is, Sean, the Davises and the Goodsons don't have any secrets from one another," Justin said.

"What is this 'the Davises and the Goodsons' shit?" I asked. I actually thought of us that way, too, but I couldn't resist giving Justin a hard time.

"Yeah. Why isn't it the Mathewses and the Murphys?" Brian said.

"Pass me a banana, please," Kyle said.

We were having cold cereal for breakfast that morning because Kyle and I had fooled around, and evidently Kevin and Rick had, too. Kyle usually made up the breakfast the night before, and either he or Rick cooked it. I know he had done that before we went to bed, but both he and Rick were otherwise occupied that morning. That happened occasionally, and on those days we had cereal.

"Ain't you had enough banana this morning?" Justin asked him.

"Shut up and pass me the fucking banana," Kyle said.

"Oh, you want the fucking banana. Whose fucking banana do you want?" Justin asked.

"Goddamn it!"

"Okay, okay. Don't get your bowels in an uproar. Here," Justin said, handing him a banana for his cereal.

"Thank you," Kyle said without any expression in his voice.

Kevin and Rick came in just then. They poured themselves cups of coffee and sat down. They told everybody good morning, and we told them good morning back.

"Cereal?" Rick asked with a devilish look on his face.

"Yeah. Kyle was busy this morning," Justin said.

"I see," Rick said, smirking.

"The stuff's all ready in the refrigerator for tomorrow, if anybody makes it up in time to cook," Kyle said. "Listen, I need to tell y'all something. I'm fixing to buy some property. I met with my daddy about it yesterday, and today I'm going to see Mr. Cliff Andrews."

"Property? Like what kind of property?" Rick asked.

"Rental property. Houses or condos or something," Kyle said.

"That's a good idea, Kyle. You know, Babe, that's something we ought to look into," Rick said.

"I know. Why haven't we thought of that?" Kevin asked.

"Because we're not financial wizards like Gene is," Rick said.

"It wasn't his idea, Rick. It was Cherie's," Kyle said.

"Well, it's a good one. How many properties are you going to buy?" Rick asked.

"I don't know. I figured Mr. Cliff will know that," Kyle said.

Denny, Murray, and Sean were puzzled, and it was all over their faces. They had no idea that Kyle had money.

"You're just going to buy houses?" Sean asked.

"Or condos. I don't know which," Kyle said.

"How will you pay for them?" Murray asked.

"You rent 'em out. Spring Break and summer, and Snow Birds in the winter," Kyle said. "That's what people do around here. Mr. Cliff's company will handle all the rental stuff for me. I don't have to do much of anything."

"Maybe I ought to buy some," Sean said.

"First of all, you ain't old enough, and, second, you got the down payment?" Justin asked.

"What do you mean?" Sean asked.

"When you buy property, you finance it with a mortgage, but you've got to have a down payment. You can't finance the whole amount. Usually, it's a minimum down payment of ten percent," Justin said. "He's got to hope he can rent the units for enough to meet his payments. Otherwise, that's money out of his pocket every month."

"It's kind of a gamble, Sean. I'll be gambling that I can collect enough in rent to do just what Justin said," Kyle said. "Rental property is always a risk, but it's a lot safer risk than other kinds of investments, especially in a place like Emerald Beach."

"Y'all are both taking a business course, right?" Rick asked.

"Yes, sir," Justin and Kyle both said.

"Are they going over this stuff in there?"

"Yes, sir. You don't think a dumb hick like me would know this otherwise, do you?" Justin asked.

"Nobody's born knowing this stuff, Jus," Kevin said. "I can see it now. You and Kyle are going to own this fucking beach one day."

"That's the plan," Justin said. "We da man with da plan. And the thing is, we're going to hire your ass and Rick's ass to run it for us."

"I ain't quitting my day job," Rick said.

"Well, guys, I need to get going," Kyle said.

All of us high school boys were already running late, but I knew we had learned more practical stuff at that breakfast table that morning than we probably were going to learn all day. We actually made it to school as the first bell was ringing, so we had ten minutes to get to class without being late.

(Cliff's Perspective)

I've been an early riser all my life, and it's the rare day that six o'clock comes around that I don't have the paper, a cup of coffee, and a cigarette in front of me on the breakfast room table. I glanced at the headlines on the front page, and then I turned immediately to the obituaries. After that, I went straight to the real estate listings to make sure all of our ads made it into the paper that day. Only then did I read the sports.

It suddenly dawned on me. I had an appointment with Kyle Goodson at eight o'clock. I smiled thinking about that boy. I had known Kyle all his life. Hell, I had known his daddy pretty much all my life, and Gene's daddy and grandpa had known my daddy pretty much all their lives, too. But Kyle and Philip had been best friends as long as I could remember, and I loved Kyle like my own flesh and blood. Kyle, and his brother Clay, were both high-spirited boys, and my Philip was an even match for them. Mischief was their middle name, but they had never been in trouble with the law, thank God.

Gene had called me the day before to tell me Kyle was fixing to make an appointment with me. He had some money he wanted to invest in rental property. When Kyle called, I told him I'd see him first thing in the morning. I had my secretary reschedule a couple of appointments, but that's the way you did with old friends. You gave them first priority.

Gene told me Kyle had about a hundred thousand he wanted to invest, and I figured we could get him into some nice properties for that amount of money. I called Emery Cook at the bank, and he and I talked about it. Kyle had already been in to see him that morning, and Emery knew I was going to be involved. I'd known Emery all my life, and he and I had a real good working relationship. I knew he would do everything he could to take care of Kyle.

I got to the office at 7:30, like I always did. I always wanted to be the first one there to set an example, just like my daddy had. At eight o'clock, on the dot, Kyle appeared.

"Hi, Mr. Cliff," he said, extending his hand.

I shook his hand, and then I grabbed him in a big hug.

"How you doing, Kyle? And how's Tim?"

"We're fine. Just living out life, you know. I talked to Philip last weekend. I think he's having a good time in Tallahassee," Kyle said.

"Too good, probably. He tells me he's going to all his classes, though, and the Sigma Chi's make the pledges do that. So we'll see what his first semester grades look like," I said.

"You know they'll be good. Philip didn't get to be third in our class for nothing, you know," Kyle said.

"Yeah, I know. I'm glad to see you and he are diving some, again. We sure do love those lobsters y'all catch," I said. "Would you like some coffee or juice or water or something?"

"Yes, sir, I'd like some water, please," he said.

I called my secretary, and she wheeled in a cart with refreshments. She had put a platter of pastries on the cart, and I saw him eye those.

"Get you something to eat, son. Those things are good," I said.

"I know," he said. He got two of them.

"Kyle, we're going to get to business in a minute, but you and I have some personal business to take care of first," I said. "I know my son's your best friend, and I know he went to you the night I caught him and Ryan together. I lost my head that night, Kyle. That wasn't me, son. I have beat myself up about that so many times I can't even count 'em. I love Philip with all my heart, Kyle, and I love Ryan, too. I was crazy that night. I hope you'll believe that."

"Mr. Cliff, I don't have to believe it. I know it. I know the kind of man you are, and I know how much Philip and Ryan love you and admire you. I'm not sure my daddy wouldn't have reacted the same way if he had caught me and Tim together," Kyle said.

"The thing is, son, none of y'all act gay. How was I supposed to know? I mean, those two boys, Chad and Gage, who came over to the house on the night of y'all's prom, looked gay to me. I was fine with them. Philip and Ryan, and you and Tim, and Kevin and Rick. Y'all don't act anything like that," I said.

"Mr. Cliff, I know all of that. If you had hurt Philip that night, I wouldn't be sitting here," he said. "If you're trying to apologize to me, you don't have to. If I remember that night correctly, you were on the phone to him not thirty minutes later apologizing to him and telling him you love him. Am I right?"

"Yeah, you're right," I said.

"That's water under the bridge. I don't mean to be pushy, but I've got a class this morning, and I really can't cut it again," he said.

"I know you do, but I just felt like I had to get that off my chest, especially since we're going to be doing business together. Are we square?" I asked.

"Absolutely," he said. "Well, actually, you're a square, but I'm sort of a triangle. A pink one, at that."

It took me a second to get it, but, when I did, I laughed my ass off.

* * *

"Kyle, I've been giving your situation some thought. I'm a real estate broker, and my job is to get buyers and sellers together. I've already talked to Emery Cook at the bank, and he's willing to work with you any way he can. He's a good man, Kyle. He's one of us, you know, and he's done a whole lot of business with your family. Him and his daddy," I said.

"Yes, sir, I know Mr. Emery," Kyle said.

"What I want to suggest, Kyle, is two houses and three condos, for now. The down payments will eat up about sixty thousand dollars. That'll give you a cushion of forty thousand. You're going to probably need some of that to make payments until you can start renting them full out," I said. "You can get some winter rentals from Snow Birds, but that probably won't make the payments this first year. With Spring Break and summer rentals, I can pretty much guarantee you you'll break even, or even make a slight profit."

"This is supposed to be an investment, like maybe over several years," Kyle said.

"Absolutely, Kyle. That's exactly right. The properties I'm going to suggest are either Gulf front for the condos or no more than a block away from the Gulf for the houses. There are less expensive ones six blocks back from the Gulf, but these are the ones that are going to make the most money for you in the long run," he said. "And we need to look at some of these other developments around here, too. Sea Side, Watercolor, Carillon Beach, Destin. You name it," I said.

"Mr. Cliff, did you know I get a hundred and twenty thousand dollars a year? Until I'm twenty-one. Then I get more," Kyle said.

"No. I didn't know that. I thought this was it," I said.

"Yes, sir. Please don't tell that, okay?"

"I operate under an oath of confidentiality when it comes to finances. I won't even tell my wife," I said.

"If this works out, I can see me buying more stuff in the future," he said.

"I can, too, son, but let's just concentrate on this deal right now," I said. "Let me work some stuff up for you to look at. I hope Gene's going to want to look at it, too. He needs to, Kyle."

"Mr. Cliff, I think he's going to make me do this on my own," he said.

I grinned, knowing my friend Gene.

"He wants you to learn how to do this, and I admire that. But don't you worry. Emery Cook and I will take good care of you, Kyle," I said. "You're just about family, you know it?"

"Yes, sir, I know that. Philip's my brother, so . . . "

"That makes me your second daddy, right?"

"Yes, sir, I reckon it does," he said.

I knew Kyle was only eighteen years old, soon to be nineteen, but he was already a man in my book. As soon as he left, I was going to get on the phone to Gene, and then to Emery. We were definitely going to celebrate that young man.

"Mr. Cliff, I need to go so I can get to class. Thank you for seeing me, and thanks for the refreshments," he said.

"You drop in here anytime you want to," I said.

"I don't need a secret password?" he asked.

"You must have gotten yours at the restaurant," I said.

"Yes, sir, I did. I didn't know about that," he said.

"I know. It's a secret. You can't ever tell, you hear? Not even Tim. My wife don't know it."

"No, sir, I won't. Does Philip know it?" he asked.

"Not yet, but he will the next time he's home and we go there," I said.

"Cool," he said. "I need to run, but thanks for talking to me."

He was one client I was definitely looking forward to doing business with.

(Sean's Perspective)

I feel like such a whore sometimes. I'm dating Scott, right? I really like him a lot, and I think he's sexy and hot. He's a great kisser, and he's not afraid to try new stuff when it comes to sex. We haven't done it up the bunghole yet, but I'm sure he'd let me if I really wanted to.

Anyway, I was at Scott's house, and his older cousin, who is a senior, came over. He asked us if we wanted to go to a party, and we said "sure." He's got a car, so it was no problem. He said he would bring us back to Scott's house whenever we wanted to leave.

The party was at this girl Nicki's house. Scott and I didn't know her, but she was really cool and everything, and her parents weren't there. There were a couple of bottles of vodka and some other liquor out on the kitchen table for anyone who wanted a drink. Scott and I made vodka and tonics. There must have been thirty people there, and some guys were playing video games. That's what Scott wanted to do, but I wanted to go outside to have a cigarette. So, that's what I did.

"Hey," this guy out there says. "What's up?"

"Just chillin'," I said. "What's up with you?"

"Nothing much. You mind if I have one of those?"

I gave him a smoke.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Sean. What's yours?"

"James," he said. "Are you here by yourself?"

"No. I came with my friend and his cousin. What about you?"

"No. I came by myself. I was hoping a guy I'm interested in would be here, but he isn't," he said.

"You're interested in a guy?" I asked.

"Well, er, yeah. I'm gay," he said.

"That's cool," I said.

"Gay, and very horny," he said. He grinned at me. "What about yourself?"

"Yeah, me, too," I said.

"Gay? Horny? or Gay and horny?" he asked.

"All of the above," I said. "Do you go to Beachside?"

"Yeah. You?"

I nodded.

"You feel like taking a walk?"

"I guess," I said.

The house was on the corner of a block about two blocks up from the beach, so he and I took off walking, without going back inside. We walked down to the Gulf, and it was pretty down there. There wasn't a full moon, but there were a million stars. We sat down on the beach, and James pulled out a joint. He lit it, took a deep toke, and passed it to me. On instinct, I took a toke as well. I had smoked pot before, and he had some very good stuff.

It didn't take us long to finish the joint, and, when we did, James put his arm around me. It felt good for him to do that. The next thing I knew, we were kissing. I had on a tee shirt, and he pulled it up over my head. He eased me down onto the sand, and we kissed some more, with lots of tongue. Of course my dick was going crazy, and his was, too. He worked his way from my lips to my chest, and he sucked my right nipple, which is the more sensitive one of the two.

Without asking, he undid my belt and zipper. He got me to scoot up a little, and he pulled my shorts and underwear down. He ran his finger up and down the underside of my dick, and it felt fantastic.

"You got a nice one," he said. "Very suckable, and your ass looks very fuckable. Have you got a condom?"

"Not on me," I said.

Without another word, he took my dick into his mouth. God, it felt good. He sucked it for a few minutes, and I was getting real close.

He stopped sucking me and undid his own shorts. He got us into the sixty-nine position, and we went to town on each other. I hadn't gotten that far with Scott yet, so his was the first dick I ever had in my mouth. It was hotter doing that to him than I had thought it would be. Neither one of us lasted very long, and we shot in each other's mouths. I swallowed, and he did, too.

"That was nice," he said. "Gimme a smoke."

We each had another cigarette, got dressed, and went back to the party. The guy he was hoping to hook up with was there by then, so he went off to talk to him. I never even got his last name.

I made myself another drink. Scott was still busy with the video game, so I started talking with a guy who was just hanging out by himself.

"I saw you and James come in the back door. Did he take you on one of his famous walks?" the guy asked. His name was Cory. I'm sure I blushed, at least a little bit, but he didn't say anything.

"Er, yeah. We went down to the beach to smoke some weed," I said.

"What else did you smoke down there?" he asked, kind of smiling.

I know I blushed big time on that one, and he chuckled.

"It's all right, buddy. Half the gay guys in this place have been for a walk on the beach with James, and a good many of the straight guys have, too. James isn't a bad guy, but he'll fuck anything that has a dick," Cory said. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No. Do you?" I asked, lying through my teeth.

"Nope. See that guy James is cruising? That's Andy, and he and I dated until about a month ago. Nobody at present, but I'm looking," he said.

This guy was a hunk and a half, and I was getting aroused again just talking to him. He noticed.

"What's this thing?" he asked, touching my dick through my shorts. "I can take care of that for you. I've got one of my own. See?" He grabbed my hand and held it to his erection.

He started rubbing my erection right there in the kitchen.

"Let's go find a bedroom," he said.

I followed him like a puppy following a little boy with treats. We weren't in the bedroom more than a couple of seconds when he started kissing me. I kissed him right back, too. We were afraid to get in the bed because we didn't even know whose room it was, but that didn't stop us from getting it on together on the floor.

"Do you do anal?" he asked.

"No," I said. "Not anal fucking, at least."

"That's cool," he said.

He got me on my back and raised my legs. He attacked my balls and my asshole with his tongue, and that was a whole new experience for me. After a while of doing that, he lubed up a finger with spit and stuck it in me. He got right on my prostate and started rubbing it. The feeling was so intense that I came in just a few seconds. He chuckled.

"My turn," he said.

I did to him, as best I could, what he had done to me. He, too, came quickly.

After that, I was really drained.

"What's your name again?" he asked, and I told him. "You're still in high school, aren't you?"

"Er, yeah. You?"

"No. I graduated last year. Would you like to hang out some, like maybe tomorrow?"

"Sure," I said.

I was spending the night at Scott's house, but I wasn't going to be there all day the next day. I gave him my cell number, and he wrote it down.

"I'll give you a call tomorrow. About one o'clock?"

"That sounds good," I said.

"Well, we better get back out there. It was fun," he said.

"Same here," I said.

Back in the den, Scott's cousin was making out with some girl, and I could tell that his dick was hard. I sat next to Scott on the floor.

"Having a good time?" he asked.

"Yeah, what about you?"

"He's kicking our asses on these games," some guy said. "Get him out of here so I can win."

They laughed. The cousin came over to say he needed to leave. Since he was our ride, that meant we had to leave, too. The girl he was making out with was coming with us, so that meant Scott and I had to sit in the back seat.

"No smooching back there, guys," the cousin said.

The girl giggled, and Scott gave him a light pop on the back of his head.

It was around midnight, and Scott's mom was already in bed. We snuck into the kitchen and made large drinks of rum and Coke. We took those to his room. We pulled the covers back on his bed and sat facing each other to talk.

"Let's get comfortable," he said.

He got up and stripped down to bare skin, and I did the same. My dick was a mess, and I had still-wet cum in my pubic hair.

"I need to take a leak," I said, and I went into his bathroom without letting him see my front side. I pissed, but then I cleaned myself up, with soap and water, even.

When I finally saw Scott's equipment, he was half hard.

"I love being half hard," he said. "I think it feels better than a full hard-on."

"Me, too," I said. My cock started growing.

That night we sat side by side on the bed and played with each other's dick while we sipped our drinks. Eventually, I got on top of him and we did a simulated fuck by rubbing back and forth against each other until we came. We took a chance and went outside to smoke, naked, and then we went to bed. We slept cuddled together.

* * *

The next day Kyle came to pick me up when I called. He asked me if I had had fun at Scott's house, and I told him I had. I didn't say anything about drinking, smoking pot, or having sex with two strangers, though.

Cory called around one o'clock, and I gave him directions to the house. I waited out front for him, and I didn't take him in to introduce him to the others. Kyle probably knew him, if Cory had gone to Beachside.

"What do you feel like doing?" he asked.

"Surprise me," I said.

There are two distinct parts of the beach, the Francis Drive area and the Front Beach Road area, or “The Strip," as it is called. We live near the Francis Drive area, and he took us to the Front Beach Road area. There are plenty of beach houses and condos in both places, and he took us to a beach cottage. It belongs to his parents, and he had keys to it.

"We rent this out, but nobody's staying here now. I thought you and I might want a little privacy," he said.

He made us bourbon and coke drinks, and we got comfortable next to each other on the sofa. He noticed the pack of cigarettes in my shirt pocket, and he said it was okay to smoke, if I wanted to.

"Unless you'd rather smoke something else," he said.

"Sure," I said.

He had a little metal box that had five or six joints in it, and he offered one to me. I had only smoked a whole joint a few times before. Usually I shared.

We hung out for a while, drinking and smoking, and then the sex started. We had pretty much of a repeat of the night before, only we did it to each other three times.

"What are you doing tonight?" he asked.

"I've got to do something with my family. We go to church on Saturday night, and then we go out to eat," I said.

I liked him okay, but I wasn't ready to start dating him.

"What about tomorrow?" he asked.

"I've got a date. We're supposed to go to Dune Island. Have you ever been there?" I lied about that.

"Lots of times. It's fun to play naked on the beach over there," he said. "What time do you have to be home?"

"Five o'clock. I've got to clean up for church and all," I said. "Church starts at six."

He took me home when it was time.

* * *

That weekend was my introduction to the high school/college gay community of Emerald Beach. I learned that there are a bunch of out gay guys, both at my high school and at the other four high schools in town. I know that Kyle, Tim, Justin, and Brian are committed to their partners, but I really have the feeling they don't know what they're missing. I admire them greatly for that, but that just isn't my style. I love sex, and I'm not ashamed of that. I got my share of it after that weekend, too, a couple of times, even, at school.

Kyle's fraternity had a party at our house one Saturday night. It was guys and girls, and the beer flowed freely from two kegs. Kevin and Rick were the Key Masters for that, meaning they took the guys' car keys and made them spend the night if they were drunk when it was time to leave. Evidently, that was pretty much the way the frat did it at all their parties, and every time Kyle went to a frat party, Tim went with him to drive home. They all knew Kyle and Tim were a couple, and absolutely nobody had a problem with that.

That frat party was a lot of fun. Denny and Murray came outside for a little while, but they only stayed long enough to eat. They had some pretty good food, including oysters on the half shell, which everybody seemed to love, grilled chicken, and grilled smoked sausage. There were other things, too, like potato salad, green salad, pasta salad, and corn on the cob. It was a good meal.

I struck up a conversation with the president of the fraternity.

"My name is Skeeter McGhee. You're Kyle's little brother, ain't you?"

"That's right. Sean Kelly," I said.

We shook hands.

"Don't let the name Skeeter scare you. I don't bite. At least not guys," he said.

I liked him instantly.

"Skeeters suck blood, though, don't they?" I said.

"That's a loaded one, right there," he said.

Skeeter lit up a cigarette and offered me his pack. I took one.

"What do you suck?" I asked.

"Tits and pussies, mostly, and, of course, these damn things," he said, holding up his cigarette. "What about you?"

"You name it, I'll suck it," I said.

"For real?"

"Yeah, for real," I said.

"Where have you been all my life?" he asked.

"Why? You got something that needs sucking?"

"You goddamn right, I do. You see that bitch over there? The one in the pink shorts? She wouldn't put my cock in her fucking mouth to save my life. Been dating her two years, too," he said.

"Have you ever had a blowjob?" I asked.

"No. Never have," he said.

"Would you like one?" I asked.

"What do you think? You name a guy on this fucking earth that don't want a blowjob, and that sum bitch is a fucking liar," he said.

"Let's go," I said.

"I ain't believing my luck," he said.

He followed me up to my room, and I took care of Skeeter McGhee. He actually wanted to touch my hard-on, and I let him. In fact, he jerked me off, and he did a damn good job of it, too.

"I think I'm going queer," he said. "That was un-fucking-believable, man. Thank you, Shane."

"Sean, not Shane," I said.

"Oh, sorry, man," he said.

"That's okay. Very common mistake," I said.

"I'm the president of this fucking fraternity, and I want your ass at every party from now on, you hear me?"

I laughed.

"You just want more blowjobs," I said.

"Naw, man. I just enjoy your company, that's all. Hey. Do you like waffles? Of course, they have other things there, too," he said.

"Yeah, I do."

He pulled out his wallet and gave me two tickets for free meals at any waffle place in Emerald Beach.

"Those are good for any meal in the store. Even the steak dinners, which are pretty damn good, I think.”

"Thanks, but you don't have to pay me," I said.

"I ain't paying you. I'm giving you them 'cause you're my friend, that's all," he said. "I ain't ever paid for sex in my life, especially not to Kyle's brother. That mother fucker would whip my ass if he thought I was paying his brother for sex, and he could do it, too. Especially if he teamed up with that big ole blond country boy. Who is he, anyway?"

"His name is Justin Davis, and he's one of our brothers, too. He and Kyle are best friends."

"Boyfriends?" Skeeter asked.

"No, just friends."

"I was talking to him a little while ago. He's as nice as he can be, and funny as hell, too," he said.

"Oh, yeah. Justin's good," I said.

"Well, listen, buddy, I need to go find my girlfriend. She's probably off giving one of my fraternity brothers a blowjob right now. Thanks, again," Skeeter said.

When we got back to the party, half the people, girls and guys, were naked and in the pool.

"Martha, what the hell are you doing?" Skeeter called out to a girl.

"I'm swimming. What does it look like I'm doing," the girl said.

"Well, at least she ain't giving blowjobs," Skeeter said to me under his breath. "I'm coming in too, girl." He stripped down and dove in.

Skeeter was my first straight boy, and there didn't seem to be any difference between him and the gay boys I had been with. I made it with two more boys that night, both gay. I sucked off one of them, and the other one sucked me off. I was such a slut, but I was loving it.