Jack gradually came around to the idea that young Marco was almost part of our 'family" and although Marco "knew his place" in the overall scheme of things, Jack began treating him more as an equal to me than someone he paid to look after his house. Marco still called him Mr. Jack but he stopped calling me Mr. Kenny. We were more than friends, we were fuck buddies, just as he became a fuck buddy for Jack. The boy was so happy to be able to invite his friends to the house, although I got the distinct impression that he'd had them there as guests before when Jack wasn't there, because a couple of them certainly knew their way around.

Jack did draw the line though. He told Marco that his friends couldn't come wandering in at will, they had to be invited and could stay only for a certain time. He wasn't going to allow his house to become a flop house. He was especially concerned when a man older than Marco and the rest showed up one day. He was old enough--maybe thirty--that I would have thought he would feel out of place with teenagers. But he was very comfortable with them, and them with him. That didn't cut any ice with Jack.

When they had left that day Jack took Marco by the neck and guided him to a chair and set him down.

"Marco, that man should not be counted as one of your friends. Don't invite him here anymore. In fact, I want you to drop him. He's no good."

I had to wonder how Jack knew the man, or what he knew about him to make him say those things.

"He's a youth minister," Marco said defensively.

"Maybe so, but he's no good and I don't want you around him." Very quickly, he held up his hand to silence Marco when he started to speak. "I know, I have no right to tell you who you can have for friends. But I do have the right to decide who I welcome into my house. He is not welcome. And neither are you if you continue to count him as a friend. Have I made myself clear?"

"Yes, sir," the boy said meekly. Then he started to cry. His tears didn't soften Jack one bit.

"I'm sorry, Marco, but I won't budge on something that I know to be the best for you."

"Maybe you don't know what's best for me or anybody," Marco said angrily. "I get to have some say in that. You have been very, very good to me, Mr. Jack, but I can't be your friend if I can't have Ian as a friend, cause he's more than just a friend. He's my father."

I couldn't have been more stunned that Jack was. I did the quick math in my head; Ian, his father, would've had to be Marco's age when Marco was born.

"He don't know he's my father, but my Mother told me, and she would have no reason to lie about it."

Jack was obviously still speechless so I stepped in. "Marco, he's barely in his thirties, he must have been, what......?"

"He was fifteen, almost sixteen when I was born."

"How long have you known?" Jack asked, finally finding his voice.

"Only a few months. My Mother said I was old enough to know, but she left it up to me if I wanted to say or do anything about it. I want him to BE my father, like a real father, not just a biological fact. But she said I have to be the one to tell him. She won't."

"Marco, I'm sorry I said those things. If I'd known....."

"Maybe you shouldn't be so quick to judge people, Mr. Jack," the boy said. "You never even bothered to get to know him."

"Well, Marco, if you'll give me a chance to make it right, I would like to get to know him."

"Does that mean I can invite him here again?"

"That's exactly what it means," Jack said.

Marco managed a smile and I thought things were patched up before he left for home. But as the boy was going out the door I knew that wasn't the case, from the tight scowl that came across Jack's face.

"How do you know Marco's father. What do you know that made you say those things?" I asked.

"I was as surprised as you were to learn he was Marco's father. I don't really know him, but I know of him. He drives a cab that takes tourists around from the cruise ships. Mostly male tourists. He takes them to that beach where they can meet and prey on young boys. That's his youth ministry."

"The beach where you met Marco?" I asked. I didn't mean it as a gentle reminder but Jack took it that way.

"Yes, but I didn't go there for that purpose. I didn't even know about that. I just happened upon it when I rented a bike onetime to go exploring around the island. He even lets men use his cab, for a fee, to have sex with the boys. And if he happens to get a man who's not interested in young boys, well, he finds them a young girl."

"How do you know all of this?"

"I've spent enough time in the bars downtown, everyone knows about Ian. Some of them even pimp out their younger brothers or sisters, even their sons or daughters."

"So you will have Ian in your home as Marco's friend despite what you know about him?"

"Yes. It is not a problem I can take on and solve all by myself when the authorities turn a blind eye. Life is not easy here for a certain class of people despite the glamour that surrounds the cruise ships. There is a subculture that condones this type of thing, even encourages it."

"Do you think Marco is having sex with Ian?" I asked.

"Of course he is. I expect Marco has sex with all of his friends. And if you're wondering if it would make any difference if the man knew Marco is his son, I doubt it very much."

"It is a fucked up society," I said.

"Is it, any more than any other society. Is it any more fucked up than me having sex with my son's best friend? Any more than me loving that best friend?"

I had no answer.

I was so excited when my family came to visit us. Jack paid their expenses, something my father did not want to accept, but I convinced him it was something Jack really wanted to do and he had the money to do it, and he thought it was important that I be with my family and for them to see how I lived. Jack treated them like royalty and they had a wonderful time, and my sister, Lisa, was more than a little fascinated with all the brown skinned young guys everywhere. I thought she was even fascinated with young Marco. She sure enjoyed him showing her around "his" island. I don't think anything ever happened but I never asked Marco or my sister. If it did, it wasn't any of my business.

Well before Jack had extended the invitation for my parents to visit, he'd invited Brady to come down for the week following my parents visit. My parents had to get back because of work but when Lisa found out Brady was coming down she wanted to stay longer. Okay, I knew what the outcome of that was going to be but my parents had met Brady and being the naïve mom and dad they were, said it would be all right because I was there to look after her. If they only knew. Not that I intended to push her and Brady together, but I knew I wouldn't have to, and I also didn't intend to go to any great effort to keep them at a safe distance from each other. And Lisa knew that. We both knew the moment Mom and Dad said she could stay that she and Brady would hook up. I just hoped she saved enough of him for me.

"Oh, my God, I'm going to have that gorgeous hunk around for a whole week! I'll get to see him a swim suit!"

"Just make sure you see him IN it," I said. "And that he sees you in yours."

"Oh, you're going to be sleeping with the sheriff and I have to wear a chastity belt?" she complained.

"Seriously, Lisa. We've never really talked about it, but maybe it's time we did. I don't think you're a virgin, are you?"


"Well, at least I don't have that to worry about. How much a virgin aren't you?" I asked.

"What are you asking? When, or how many?"

"Not details, just whatever establishes your non-virginity."

"I don't believe we're having this conversation, but I gave it up about a year ago and I haven't looked back."

"By that you mean......"

"By that, you are asking how many," she said.

"I guess, something like that....since we're having the conversation," I said.

"Five boys, probably once a week. Something like that, since you asked."

"Whoa! Are you saying five boys, once a week, five times a week!"

"No, silly," she said, laughing. "Five boys total, and it averages once a week. Which is probably way less than your average."

"Since we're on the subject," I said jokingly, "are you going to tell me who it was?"

"My first? I don't think you want to know that."

"I'm not grilling you, Sis, I'm just curious."


"It's somebody I know, then."


"Tell me."


"Come on, you know the guys I've had sex with. Was it any of them?"

"It was all of them," she said.


"I like jocks, your friends were all jocks," she said flippantly.

"Justin?" I asked.

"Yes. He was my first."

"He never told me"

"I asked him not to," she said. "You could go down the list of your jock friends, Kenny, and name every one of them but I'm not going to confirm any more of them."

"Fair enough. You told me what I wanted to know."

"Justin," she said, "is who you wanted to know.


"I think it's kind of neat that he did both of us," she said.

"I don't recall ever telling you Justin fucked me."

"Oh get real, Kenny. It's all over your face any time you talk about him."

"Am I that obvious?" I asked.

"No. Except for Justin," she said.

There was the matter of sleeping arrangements that we hadn't discussed. When I brought it up, Jack smiled and said, "Well, tell me first, how safe do you want these sleeping arrangements to be?"

"How about Lisa locked in a room and Brady out on the dock?" I joked.

"They're going to find time together, Kenny," he said in a droll tone.

"I know, and it's okay," I said. "I want her to have a good time while she's here."

Brady's arrival was somewhat of an event. Lisa insisted on being his welcoming committee, meeting him at the airport with a laurel of fresh flowers around her neck that served to frame and accent the generous offering of bare breast. Certainly it didn't go unnoticed by Brady when she ran up to give him a welcoming hug.

"Does she work in the tourism department here?" he joked to me.

"Don't give her any ideas," I said.

Brady looked awesome, no other way to describe him; big and muscular as ever. I never thought he intentionally wore clothes to show off his body but they always did. He would've had to dress like a monk and even then I doubt his build would go unnoticed, even under a sackcloth. He had on a blue and white striped T-shirt that clung to the contours of his thick pecs and his tapered upper body. The sleeves hugged his huge arms tightly. The shorts that would have been to the knees of an ordinary guy struck him about mid thigh, revealing the massive thigh muscles that bulged and leapt with each step. He wore sneakers with those little footie socks that I hated, but on him they looked good.

"How about a quickie?" he said with a grin and all that I saw, I felt when he came over to wrap those big arms around me in a tight hug.

Jack didn't go with us to meet Brady's early evening flight. I went because I didn't want to turn Lisa loose on the island by herself. But I let her drive while I sat in the back seat. She was so bubbly excited I think part of it was tiny tremors emanating between her legs that was causing it.

Jack had the grill going when we got back and we could smell the smoke pulling in the drive.

"Damn, that smells great," Brady said. "I never knew Jack to barbecue."

"He doesn't call it that, he calls it cooking. He does it all the time, probably because he has the time now to devote to the things he likes to do."

"Yeah, I'll bet," Brady said under his breath.

Jack and Brady greeted each other warmly, with tight bear hugs, and I thought a bit of wet in the eyes.

"Help yourself to the ale," Jack said, waving the large fork to the large cooler.

"I'll get it," Lisa said as she went to the cooler herself. She tossed me one, asked Jack if he wanted one--he said no--then got one for Brady and one for herself. "You're going to love this stuff," she said, popping the cap off the bottle for Brady.

Brady held it up to read the label. "Dead Elephant Ale? Are you kidding me? And I'm supposed to love it?"

"Would you rather have an Iron Spike Blonde?" she asked smartly, holding up her bottle.

Brady glanced at me with a grin. "Uhhh.....is that a loaded question I should answer or not?" he asked, laughing.

"I'm sure you've had iron and spiked blondes before, but not like this," Lisa joked. "It might be a little effeminate for you but......" She put the bottle up to his lips for him to try it. "Now try the Dead Elephant."

Laughing, Brady said, "Jack, tell me this brew has got nothing to do with dead elephants."

"It's all in the brewing," Jack said. "The dead elephant is on the grill."

Brady looked at me. "Tell me he's kidding."

I shrugged. "I wasn't with him when he bought the meat."

"Do they really have elephants on the island?" Brady asked.

"Not anymore," Jack said, laughing.

Brady liked the ale. By sunset we were sitting down to one of Jack's signature meals. He loved cooking and he was becoming expert with the native cuisine. He never did tell us what kind of meat it was. He and Brady talked about the sheriff's department back home. I was a little surprised and pleased that Jack showed only lukewarm interest. He was truly a man retired.

At one point well into the conversation, he smiled, laughed softly, and told Brady, "Brady, I gotta tell you, I don't really give a fuck." Then quickly, "Sorry, forgive my French, Lisa."

She was nonplussed. "Oh, I learned that word in first grade," she said.

"Yes, but do you know what it means?" Jack joked.

"I learned that in......well, never mind, my brother's here."

Jack had not cut Brady off rudely. He went right on asking questions about the department and the guys, he was just letting him know that he didn't have to care about it anymore and he was glad to be out from under the pressure.

"Nobody will ever run the department like you did, Sheriff," Brady said.

"It's Jack now."

"It'll probably always be Sheriff to me," Brady said.

"Maybe you'll run it someday," Jack said.

"I seriously doubt that. Seems like I screw up too often," Brady said.

"Well, that's unfortunate. I never screwed up one time the whole time I was sheriff," Jack drawled. "But, hey, that's the beauty of being in an elected position. The voting public don't know and don't care how you screw up. In your case, all they'll care about is how you look in the uniform."

"Well, that should cause you to win by a landslide," Lisa said, causing Brady to blush with embarrassment.

When Brady asked where he should park his bags I suddenly realized that we hadn't shown him around, not even where he would be sleeping. I started to say I would take him upstairs, to show him to my room, but Jack intervened.

"Why don't you show him out to the hut, you guys can sleep out there, let Lisa have your room," Jack said. He turned to Brady. "It's nothing fancy but it's comfortable, and just what you'd expect in the islands. An honest to God bamboo hut, built up on stilts, with a roof made of palm leaves and big, soft, cushy floor mats. The ocean side can be closed off or left wide open. The view is spectacular. And it's got facilities, crude as they might be," he added.

I could see Lisa was disappointed. I was sure she thought Brady would sleep inside where she could sneak into bed with him. I even had it in the back of my mind to allow them to share my bed.

"I'm anxious to see it," Brady said. "In fact, if I could take one of those Dead Elephants with me, I'm ready to hit the sack if nobody would consider that rude. It was a rough flight down."

"You're here to enjoy yourself," Jack said. "Do whatever you want, when you want, with or to whoever you want," he joked.

"Don't say that unless you mean it," Brady joked back, and I saw him throw a sly glance at Lisa. She smiled and her hope was renewed.

I wanted to tell her not to worry, I would make sure she got together with Brady, but I didn't want to be so bold.

Brady said he needed to shower but he would like to go for a swim before going to bed. "It is safe to swim isn't it? No sharks, I mean."

"No sharks," Jack said "Just don't swim out farther than you can swim back. Distance can be deceiving in the ocean. This is private property, there's not much in the way of life saving around here."

I told Brady he would need to shower after swimming to wash off the salt water. He picked up his bag and we headed out to the hut. I knew Lisa wanted to go with us, probably would have, but Jack asked her to help him clean up the supper mess.

"This is a paradise," Brady said as we walked across the sand to the hut. "My God, what it must be like to actually live here."

"I still haven't gotten used to it," I said. "Every morning I wake up and think I'm in a dream."

"Have you slept out here?" he asked.

"Yes, several times."

The hut was just as Jack described it, the kind of thing you see in the travel ads.

"Can we go skinny dipping?" Brady asked, tossing his bag in the hut.


He started taking off his clothes. I did the same. I could feel my heartbeat getting heavier as he exposed his magnificent body. It'd been so long since I'd seen all those muscles in perfect concert with each other. I was glad Jack had directed the sleeping arrangements the way he did, which I knew was intentional, but I felt a little sorry for Lisa. I wanted to let her know that it would all work out, I would see to it.

"How're the native women?" Brady asked.

"If you go home wanting for pussy, it'll be your own fault," I told him. "You saw the look on Lisa's face when Jack said she could sleep in my room."

"Yeah, I noticed."

When I was down to my shorts, I paused. "Listen, I need to run back to the house for a minute," I said. "Don't go out too far till I get back."

Brady smiled. "I've got everything we need right there in my bag."

"No, it's something else," I said.

I trotted back to the house. Lisa was in the kitchen washing dishes while Jack was cleaning the grill.

"Lisa .....," as I entered the kitchen.

"Prick," she muttered.

"No, Lisa, I wanted to tell you, this is all going to work out. I will see that you and Brady get together. This is just the way it's working out right now, to start."

"Good, because right now, brother, even you are looking good."

"Jack thought he was doing the right thing, he obviously thinks he's responsible for you." I said. "I'll clue him in, tell him he doesn't have to keep you on a short leash, that I'll take full responsibility. So after everyone's gone to bed, why don't you take a nice, quiet walk along the beach."


"You end up at the hut, I'll take a long walk," I said.

"Thanks, you're the best big brother anybody could possibly have," she said, kissing me on the cheek. "But what about if you and Brady are....you know....I mean, I know he swings both ways with you."

"Lisa, I'm at the point in my life where I don't care who knows what about me, least of all, you. If Brady and I are in the middle of something, you can walk on, or you can stay and watch, neither of us will care. Hell, join in, even, I'm sure Brady wouldn't mind that one bit. Trust me, there's plenty of Brady to go around," I added, jokingly.

"Oh, Kenny, don't tempt me, I am so ready for anything," she said. "And you know?" she went on with a smile. "I think it might be exciting to see my big brother in action with another guy."

"Bring your camera, bring your friends," I said with a shrug. Then I kissed her on the cheek and rushed upstairs to flush out. As an afterthought I applied a generous amount of lube in my ass that wasn't water soluble because I was sure that's what Brady had in mind.

When I came back down she said, "All ready for him?" She knew what I'd been doing."

"Ready," I said.

"Kenny, I'm so happy you're so okay being gay."

"Not nearly as happy as I am," I said.

"Have fun."

"More than you can possibly imagine," I said. "Just wait, you'll see."

Wisely, Brady hadn't gone out too far. He was swimming back and forth along the shoreline. I took off my shorts and tossed them in the hut then swam out to meet him. He stood to greet me with his muscular open arms.

"Fuck, you feel good," he said as he hugged me tight.

"So do you. Godd, I've missed all these muscles," I said, pressing my body against his. "I almost filled my shorts when you hugged me at the airport."

"What're Jack and Lisa doing?"

"Jack's cleaning the grill, Lisa's doing dishes, and pouting."

"We should have helped with the cleanup," he said.

"No, she's not really pouting. She was at first because she didn't think things were going to work out the way she planned, but I assured her otherwise."

Brady gave me a confused scowl.

"I told her to come take a walk on the beach later."

"Oh. Then that means.....we gotta be careful she don't come up on us."

"No. She knows the score, she's okay with it."

He laughed with a surprised look. "Are you saying she knows.....about you and me?"

"Yes, and she's okay with it, just as long as I save some of you for her," I added, grinning.

His jaw dropped and I laughed. "Dude, are you.....fuckin' saying you're going to let me fuck your sister?"

"Dude, I'm gonna get crucified if you don't fuck her."

"Oh Man, this is paradise!"



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