The Novel

Just as I was finishing fastening my last cufflink into place, Sebastian walked into my dressing room with my jacket.  Giving me a once over to make sure I was squared away looking as dashing as I possibly could.

“Sebastian”, garnering his attention, “I had Drew put the Pilot on standby.  I need you to pack me an overnight bag for a couple of days.  I won’t need your services until I return.  I will be leaving sometime after I get home tonight.”

“Is Mr. Drew going with you Sir?” He asked me.  His left eyebrow raised in a manner that suggested that he might have some concerns.

“No, not this time.  I need some time to myself without anyone around.”

“Mr. Marion, I hope that your trip is going to take you west and not southwest…” he trailed off as he was straightening some things up around the room.

With my eyes a little glassy, I decided to just smile at him and give him a nod.  “Come on, let’s get downstairs before Drew sets out a search crew.”

As we entered the receiving room Drew was all dressed up in his tux looking just as innocent as the first day that we met back at Ball State.  Standing shorter than me at 5’8” with a lithe frame that resembled that of a ballet dancer.  He had dark hair with beautiful chocolate brown eyes.  Although he was only 30 years old, he still looked like a high school student.  For the most part, he was always my plus one for any public event that I attended.  That is, whenever Brent was not around.

Even though Brent and I started our relationship in High School, we did end up attending two different colleges.  As you might as well know, I went to Ball State on both an athletic scholarship and a diving scholarship, Brent attended Indiana University on a football scholarship, two hours away.  However, we were each grounded by our families which were located at the halfway point between our schools.

The summer before we went off to college was a great summer for the most part.  I worked at the country club again that summer, with an added bonus of teaching swim classes for the kids.  Which was a blast.  Brent went to work for his father that summer, instead of at one of the stores, he was working at the main receiving center for all of the stores located in Greenfield which was located on the lower east side of Indianapolis.

A few weeks into summer, we both had our graduation open houses.  I had hoped that both of my parents would show up, but that was a no go.  Nothing new.  Mine was a short and sweet open house that was held in our churches reception room.  Mostly classmates and people from church showed up.  Of course, Brent was there with Mr. and Mrs. Lucas. 

There was an older cousin that was there that I had never met.  Edward Marion.  He was in his mid-60’s and was very pleasant.  He introduced me to his wife Crystal.  I found out later that we were having dinner with them at home later that evening. 

Once home, Grandma sent me off to my room to open all of my cards and to start the long process of writing out thank you notes for everyone that attended.  I was down to the last couple of cards when I heard the entrance bell ring.  I figured it was a good time to take a break.  Not to mention, Grandma was making one of my favorite meals.  Tuxedo Porkchops with a bunch of her amazing side dishes.  The apartment smelled wonderful.

Grandma opened the door for Ed and Crystal with greetings, hugs, and kisses.  I proceeded to get drinks ready for everyone while Grandma directed everyone to the living room.  Grandma sat in her chair, Ed and Crystal took seats on the couch and I took to a club chair in the corner.  (I did move it closer to the conversation area of the room.)

Before we ate dinner, I was acquainted with them through the questions and stories.  It was nice to have another family connection.  While there were close to my Grandmothers age, I was not bored of the conversation, and I felt included into the conversation. 

Once we had finished dinner and cleared off the table, Ed handed me an envelope, thinking it was another graduation card, I told him “Thank You”.  I opened it up, it was not a card.  It was two airplane tickets.  I looked closer, they were open dated, but the destination was what knocked me for a loop.  They were slated for Europe, France more specifically. 

They looked at me and explained that they were to our family home in France.  I had found out that night that I still had family living in France that I had never knew about.  Just outside of a village called Toulon.  Ed told me that I have a big family over there that would love to meet me. 

Grandma told me that she knew of them.  As far as she could remember, my Grandfather had never went over when he was alive.  But she had met another cousin almost 40 years ago. 

I was feeling on cloud 9 when I called Brent to catch up with him.  He asked if I could come over, he needed me to help him get a few things together his mom asked him to get ready for his open house.  I told him I was going to finish off a couple of more thank you cards and then I can head over.

Sense I had to work at the country club the next day, I took my work bag with me. 

I had walked into a zoo.  I have never seen the Lucas residence look like such a mess sense it was being built.

Mrs. Lucas hugged me and gave me a kiss on the check when I caught her eye.

“So, Mr. Marion, how was your visit with your cousin and his wife?” she asked.

“It was great.  I got to learn a lot more about my Grandfathers side of the family as well as some more of our family history.  It was pretty cool.”

“Brent is downstairs putting a bunch of his memorabilia together on poster boards downstairs… He needs your help.”

“No problem, before I head down, I have something to tell you that I don’t want Brent to know about yet.  My cousin Ed gave me two round trip tickets to France.  I would like to surprise Brent with the second ticket.  Would you and Mr. Lucas be ok if I invited him to go with me?”

“Honey, I don’t see why not.  Is this trip to connect with your family or just to fly to Paris?”

“Paris never crossed my mind, to be honest, I am not for sure where my family is located over there.”

“I will talk to Tony and make sure it is clear.  I don’t see any problems with it.”

“Good, I am planning on giving it to him at his open house.”

“I am quite sure he will think that it is the greatest gift he gets that day.”

I gave her a hug before I headed downstairs. 

He had his back to me, I snuck up behind him, wrapped my arms around his waist and kissed his neck just under his ear.  He hummed and leaned back into me.  Slowly turning around and putting his arms around my neck.  Leaning in and giving me a full on long kiss.

“I so wanted to do that earlier today at your open house.  You were really sexy working the room.”  Giving me another kiss.

“I don’t think that would have gone over pretty good at church.  So, my beautiful boyfriend, what do you need help with?”

He walked over to a stack of pictures and asked me to help him pick out the best ones for a “shrine” his mother intends to erect in his honor.  I told him that would be easy.  Which turned out to not be the case.  The box he gave me was loaded with pictures from high school.  I was in over half of them, I don’t even remember there being a camera around for most of those times.

Once we were finished with what we were working on, it was almost one in the morning.  We then headed up to his room.

I was still trying to get used to their new home.  His and his sister’s room were on one side of the house, there were three other rooms there as well.  The master suite was on the main floor on the other side of the house. 

After we got ready for bed and cuddled up, I had my head resting on his shoulder with his arm draped around me.  He was idly twisting my hair around one of his fingers just enjoying each other. 

“Nick, can I ask you, I know that you had your pick of any college here in the state, why did you not want to go to IU?”  he asked sounding more like a conversation starter than anything.

“I wanted to go to a smaller school.  Had I gone to IU, there would have been more pressure for me to hone my skills for Olympic diving.  I have my goals set for academics.”  I knew why he was asking after I answered him.  “Are you worried about the distance thing?”

“Yes, I was thinking today as I was going through stuff, we really have never been more than twenty minutes about for almost three years.  Now we are going to be two hours apart for the next four years.  That’s a long time.”  He took a deep breath.

“Listen Mister, we will only be a phone call away, one hour drive on the weekend and two hours through the week.  We are both going to be busy with sports and studies to really have a chance to miss each other.”  I hugged into him a little tighter.

“We will make it.  I just get in my thoughts every once in a while.  I just want you by my side every moment possible.”

“I agree.  But we still have school.  Once we are finished, then we will have all of the time in the world for just us.”  I assured him.

“I guess my insecurities get the better of me, once in a while, I become fearful to the idea of loosing you.  That I never wish to happen.”  He hugged me a little tighter.

“Mr. Lucas, I think you are stuck with me for life.”  I moved around to look him deep into his eyes.  “Now, I have to be up in six hours for work.  Let’s get some sleep and rest assured, we will get through it with flying colors.”

“I love you.” He said placing a peck on my lips.

“I love you too Brent.”  I replied back before moving into little spoon position.  He turned off the light and snuggled into big spoon position and pulled me in close. 

I could spend the rest of my life in that position.  His smell drove me crazy.  It sent me into a wonderful dream land.

Morning came far too early.  What was shaping up as our routine for the summer, was falling into a pattern, I felt happy.  I started to feel more and more like an adult.  I had a promising future on the horizon, a great big circle of people that I loved and loved me back, I had a car and roof over my head.  I even had a boyfriend.  At eighteen, I felt blessed.

That day, after I checked the boards at work and found out what my assignments were, I stepped into the managers office to check to see when I could schedule a week off to take my trip over to Europe.  I spotted a couple of different options and asked if he could hold them for a day or two so I could find out what would work best for Brent.  My manager had no problem once I explained what I was planning.  He knew Brent and I were a couple now and had no issues.

I had a small class of seven- and eight-year-olds for today at noon.  This was the age group that only needed to wear a life vest for class.  The class flew by.  It was only my second day with this group and was by far the most fun I have had yet. 

Once the class was over, I took my lunch break.  I grabbed my food and headed off to a picnic table behind the building that was set up for staff.  It was a beautiful June day.  I slipped my ear buds on and started listening to my I-pod and ate in silence.

Just as I was finishing up the last of my lunch, I was covered by a shadow.  I looked up to see who had created it.  Slipping my ear buds off, “hey Andy, how are you?”

“Doing good, can I ask you a personal question?”  He had a funny look on his face, kind of like a kid that got caught doing something that they should know better than.

“Shoot for it, I got a few minutes left of my lunch break.”

“How did you know you were gay?  I mean, when did you know?”

“Well, I think I was always gay; however, I don’t think I fully accepted it till this past year.  Actually, past few months.”

“Was it hard?”

“Hum, the hardest part was not knowing other people’s reaction, but once I realized who I was, I actually was, other people’s opinion didn’t matter anymore.”  I gave him a little smile.  “You know, if you ever need someone to talk to, about anything, you know you can talk to me.”

“Thanks Nick, that means a lot.  I really don’t know who I can talk to.  You are the only gay person that I know and that I feel comfortable around.”

“No problem, Andy.  You have my number, right?”  He nodded his head yes. “Good, I am here for you anytime.”

“Thanks’ Nick, I gotta head back.  I’ll talk with you later.”  He said, heading off back into the building.

I took care of my lunch stuff and headed back to the pool for the rest of my shift.  A pretty un-eventful day.

After Grandma and I had dinner that night, I called and checked in with Brent to see what he was doing, his Dad picked up the phone and I was kind of glad it was him.  I asked if Mrs. Lucas had told him about the trip and he said she did.  I told him about the dates that I had penciled in at work and he informed me that he will check to see what he could do on his end and would let me know tomorrow.  He then called for Brent.

I was informed that I should not come over tonight.  He was busy with his mom arranging the basement for this weekend.  I asked him how big of a shindig his mom was planning.  He asked me if I remembered his family reunion from a few years ago.  I did.  He said it could be an event that big.  I said if they needed any help, let me know, I would be there with bells on.

After the call, I kissed Grandma good night and headed off to my room.  I had picked up a book that I had started reading last week and enjoyed getting back into it.

About an hour later, I received a call from Andy.  “Hey Andy, how are you?”

Andy was a good-looking guy.  He was a year older than I was, but he was the same grade, started school a year later because his dad was stationed in Japan with his family.  He was six-foot tall, blond hair and a very Nordic look.  Quite striking with blue eyes.

“Doing good, I think.” 

“You think?” I asked.

“Yeah, I am a little off and needed to talk to someone.  Do you have a minute?”

“Go for it.” I said.

“Ok, the thing is, I mean, I know this sounds stupid.  But, I think I might be gay.”

“Can I ask you a question?”  he said yes, “what brought this all on?”

“Well, I was the server for a private party a couple of weekends ago and one of the guys at the party corned me and asked me to meet him in his hotel room.  He knew I played Lacross, and I was going to be playing next year at college.  He said that he wanted to talk to me further about it.”

I then asked him if anything happened.

“No and yes.  After I was there for about an hour and after he had showed me some equipment that his company sold, he put his hand on my thigh.  Because we were sitting next to each other on a couch looking at his laptop, I really didn’t think much of it, but my dick got hard, quick.  I tried not to panic, but I started sweating profusely.  I figured I would give it a second just to make sure I was not misunderstanding him.  Once his hand started moving up my leg, I knew for sure what he was wanting.”

“What did you do?” I broke in.

“I turned red.  I told him “Thank you, but I have a girlfriend”.  He said that didn’t bother him because he had a wife.  I didn’t know what to do other than to exit, and fast.  That is what I did.  Thanked him for the info on the equipment and I headed out.”

“I bet that scared you.  I am glad that I’ve never been put in that situation.  But you are thinking about it now?”

Andy took a second before he answered me back.  “Let’s put it this way, I have thought about him every time I have jacked off lately.”  He paused, “I hope that was not too much information.”

“No, its all good.”  I reassured him.

“I have looked at other guys and can acknowledge how hot they are, but I never thought about a guy in that way before.  Sense then, I have been noticing guys more and more and girls less and less.  Things are a little different between me and my girlfriend to.”

“Well, if you want my opinion, I suggest that you think a little more about what you really want before you act on anything.  In other words, don’t come out of the closet if you aren’t actually in a closet.”

“I don’t understand.”  He sounded confused.

“We are young, we are still learning about ourselves.  Shoot, my body is still changing.  I am just saying that before you change your whole life around, because coming out of the closet is life changing, make sure.”  I paused.  “I did a lot of searching online myself.  I even joined a couple of group chat rooms.  Chat rooms helped out a little, but most often then not, it was all for hooking up.”

“I think I understand.  I am going to let you go, it’s good to know that I have someone with a direct line I can talk to.”

“Good, please feel free to talk to me whenever you need.  I am here for you.”

“Thanks Nick, I will catch you later.”  He hung up.

I sent a quick note to Brent before calling it a night.

The next day at work, I received a text from Mr. Lucas, he said that the second week I had chosen would be the best option sense the first week had something going on to do with work for Brent.  I let my manager know when I took my lunch break. 

Andy must not have been working tables that day, I didn’t see at all.  Usually, I would catch him for one of our breaks.  The rest of the day was the same as always.  Just sit in the lifeguard chair, blow the whistle to gather peoples attention to remind them of the rules of the pool, that kind of stuff.  Getting gawked at by mothers, teen girls, and even preteen girls.  There were a lot of male eyes on me as well.  Hiding behind dark sunglasses, I was able to feast on some of the eye candy myself.

After work, I was about halfway home when Brent called and wanted to meet up for dinner.  He said that he needed to get away from the madness his mom was putting the whole house through.  She even had his sister working on stuff.  He warned me to avoid the place till Saturday.

We met at Papa Ramano’s.  He was sitting in a booth at the back when I walked in, Cindy greeted me when I walked in and asked what I wanted to drink as I was taking my seat.  I told her I was going to splurge, give me a Coke.  I usually don’t drink soda pop that often.

Brent leaned over the table and gave me a peck on the lips.  We ordered a pizza and a salad.  While we were waiting on our food to come out, he looked at me and asked, “Do you have your passport”.

“Actually, I do, I got it three years ago, Grandma thought I needed one when we went to Canada the last year we went back up to Michigan.  Why?”

“No reason, mom had me go on my lunch break today and apply for one at the post office, I was wondering as I was waiting if you had yours too.  Never know, I might want to kidnap you and fly you down to South America sometime.”

“How romantic, Yes, I do have my passport.  Can you stay over tonight?  I need some cuddle time.”  I asked him.

“I would love to let me ask mom.” 

He called his mom after we finished our dinner.  She had no objections.  We sat with Cindy and chatted for a while before heading to Grandma’s apartment.

Once we got there, Grandma set us up with glasses of fresh lemonade.  The three of us lounged in the living room watching TV before Grandma chimed in and announced that she was heading off to bed. We stayed up for a little while longer before each of us took turns getting ready for bed in the bathroom.

Tonight, Brent asked me to be the big spoon.  I had no problems with that at all.  While I am usually the little spoon, sometimes I fall into the role of big spoon.  Once we were settled in, sleep came fast. 

The next few days were pretty much the same ebb and flow.  Work, Dinner and then Bed.  Before we knew it, Saturday was amongst us.  And it started with a big breakfast.  Grandma was prepared to make both of us eat a big breakfast before the day got started knowing how busy we both were going to be.

Because Grandma and I did not need to show up till around noon, Brent headed out around nine am.  I took some time for myself deciding to get some running in.  It had been a few days.  About two and a half miles out, my cell rang.  I seen it was from Andy, I stopped and answered.

“I just wanted to call and thank you for the other night.  You helped me out in a major way.” He said.

“Glad I could help, what can I do for you kind Sir?” I said in the best old English accent I could conjure up.

“Well, I was calling to see if you had any dinner plans for tonight.”

“Actually, I am going to be at Brent Lucas’s open house tonight, didn’t you get an invite?”

“Oh, yeah, I forgot about that.”

“Just meet up with us there.  It is going to be one of the best of the summer.”  I said proudly.  Like it was my shindig.  Not.

“Sure, what time should I show up?”

I gave him all of the info on the party and let him know, if he was wanting to drink, to make sure his parents were ok with it, and that they had the Lucas’s phone number.  Also, to bring a sleeping bag because graduates that drank were going to be locked in till morning.  With the amount of Lucas family members converging on the event, I was quite sure that what happened last time would not happen this time.

After my call with Andy, I decided not to go for ten miles that day, I turned around heading back home deciding that five miles was sufficient. 

Arriving home, I jumped in the shower and got ready.  I put on a new white fitted white tank top, a pair of my red swim trunks from work and a new pair of white Niki tennis shoes.  I looked like I just walked off of Malibu beach (or the set of Baywatch).  I decided to go with it.  I didn’t need to pack an overnight bag; I took everything over on Thursday.

I got all of the food Grandma made for the party secured in the car, then we were on our way.  We would be there at noon on the dot.

Rounding the corner just before the driveway, about forty or so cars were already parked in the lot next to the house.  There were about four huge tents set up in the back yard along with a couple of bounce houses.  Figures, Mrs. Lucas was aiming to set  the bar high for all upcoming moms at our school for being the “Fun Mom”.

Because I had Grandma and we had food in the car, Brent already told me that his Mom planned to keep a spot open for us next to the garage, that way Grandma didn’t have far to walk.  Sure enough, there was my boyfriend, Brent, waiting with a bunch of his cousins to help us get everything in the house.  I was glad, it took me around twenty trips myself loading it all in.

Brent and I planned on what we were wearing, because we were twins on the first day we met, his Mom asked us to do it again.  I think she got a kick out of how much we did dress alike, especially knowing that we did it not realizing it.

We got Grandma inside and before I could take another step in any direction, Brent pulled me to the guest bathroom just off of the foyer.  Soon as the door closed, he grabbed me into a tight hug then proceeded to ravage my mouth with his.  It took everything in my power to not get too excited.

After a minute, he handed me a gift bag, “Here, Mom wants you to put this on.  You are not to say anything.”

Giggling, I opened the bag and there was another white tank top, I told him I was already wearing a white tank top.  Until I opened it up.  My eyes were rolling.  Right in the middle of the front was a big red circle and inside was the “Thing Two” graphics.

“Ok, so, let me guess, You’re “Thing One”.”  I was laughing.  It was a great idea. He already had his shirt tucked away under the vanity.  Soon as we swapped our shirts, we found ourselves in an embrace.  While it was just the two of us, and we were both sober, I gave him his first gift of the day/night. 

He opened the envelope that contained our tickets.  His eyes lit up.  “How did you manage to get us two first-class, round-trip tickets?”  I asked him if he remembered my cousin and his wife, Edward, and Crystal?  He shook his head yes.  Then I explained to him about my family in France that I just learned about, and the tickets were a gift for me to go over and visit with a friend.

He leaned over and gave me another kiss and just before we were finished, there was a loud knock at the door.  “Hey, you two have a room for that upstairs.”

I don’t remember who laughed more, me, Brent, his sister Meranda or any of the other half dozen people standing around the vicinity.

I gave a little scream as I grabbed her in a bear hug.  I don’t get to see her that often sense she finished college and decided to stay in California.  Then I spotted something sparkling on her hand as she steeped back.  “OMG”, I said a little too eagerly.  “Scott proposed?”, as a statement as well as a question at the same time.

“He did, and we can’t wait, the wedding will be next year.  Mom wants it here; The rest of the family wants it in Texas.”

We were soon interrupted by Mrs. Lucas.  She pulled all of us into a small group hug.  She had me and Brent stand next to each other while she snapped a few pictures with her phone.  Brent gave his Mom our tickets.  And she winked at me with a smile in the corner of her mouth.

“Mom, you knew about this didn’t you?” he asked her.  “And that is why you had me apply for my Passport too?”

“Guilty as charged.”  She leaned into me to give me a hug.  While she did that, she slipped something in my front pocket.

“And we will talk about that later, I suggest you put that in your car or give it to Grandma.”  I could already tell it was a credit card, or a gift card of some type. 

I didn’t try to take it out, I just gave her another hug and said, “Thanks Mrs. Lucas”.

“Ok Nick, enough of this Mrs. Lucas stuff, you have one of two options, either call me Sarah or you can call me Mom.  You decide.  You are my wanted son after all.”

“Yes Mom.”  I gave her a gentle hug. 

Brent piped up from behind me, “Hey, so I wasn’t wanted?”  he huffed.  “Maybe we should trade shirts.” He lobbed that one at me.

“Don’t be silly, we planned you,” Mom said.

“Ok, I am good with that.” He gave her a peck on her cheek.

Things really didn’t pick up till around four in the afternoon.  Before then it was primarily members from his church and some teachers that were out and about doing the open house tour.  

Of course, there was an abundance of family.  I mean in droves.  Most of our classmates were not planning on showing up till early evening.

Before things got too wild for Brent and myself, we were summoned to Mr. Lucas’s office.

“Here you go boys, raise your glass.”  He gave both of us a rocks glass with a finger of scotch.  I’d never had scotch before. 

“Here is to a great future gentlemen.  May all of your dreams come true.”

All three of us took a swig from our glasses, I about doubled over.  It took me a second to catch my breath.  I knew my face was burning.  I looked over that father and son.  They both were laughing their asses off.

“Thanks Mr. Lucas, I almost died.” I choked out.

“It will make you a man oh young one.”  He patted my back.  Then he looked at me with a quizzical look.  “Nick, me and Sarah had a chat the other night, you are more that just Brents boyfriend.  You are like a son to both of us, because of that, we are going to ask you to drop the formalities with our names.” 

Before he could go any further, “Mom already told him to call her “Mom” or “Sarah”.”  Brent let his father know.

Mr. Lucas looked at me and asked me what would be comfortable for me.  While I thought of Mr. Lucas as a father figure, I don’t think “Daddy L” would sound appropriate.  I thought of Mr. L., then I just asked if Mr. Tony was ok.

“Kiddo, Mr. Tony sounds good to me.”  He had a smile to his face.  “I will let you know; you are the only one that will be calling me that.  I like it.”

He poured us another round; I sipped mine this go.  It didn’t hurt as bad this time; guess I could not see how they call this stuff smooth.

Brent and I soon found ourselves playing our roles moving around the party having a blast. 

Somewhere around nine-thirty, I spotted Andy.  I was standing next to Brent with my arm around his waist, my other occupied by my drink.  I leaned into Brents ear and told him Andy just arrived.  We walked over to him and did the proper greeting.

“Did you just get here?”  Brent asked.

Andy was giving me a funny look.  “Yeah, I just got here.  I gave my car keys to your dad already.”  He was still looking at me while he was answering Brent and shaking his hand.

After a second, he looked at Brent and holding out a card, “Where should I put this?”  He asked.

“Here, I’ll take it, are you hungry, do you need a drink?” I asked him.

“I am hungry, which direction should I go?”  Andy asked.

“Follow me, I will show you around.  Brent, would you like a refill?”  I offered.

He gave me his cup as I was grabbing the card from Andy.  “Follow me, I will show you where they put the good food.”  Heading towards the house.

After I dropped off the card in the house, I showed Andy where the food was located and where the drinks were.  Once he had a plate full of food, we went and got drinks. 

“So Nick, are you and Brent together?”  he inquired.

“Yeah, we started out as friends, then we became close friends, then best friends.  Now we are boyfriends.” 

“Wow, I did not even know.”

“To be honest, it happened without me realizing it as well.”

“Darn, just my luck.” He said.

“What’s that mean?” I kind of knew, just wanted to ask.

“The hottest man of our class, turns out to gay and I can’t ask him for a date.” 

He had me blushing.  I actually consider Brent to be the hot one, but I will take the compliment.  “That does not mean that we can’t build a friendship.”  I informed him, “Brent and I have an amazing support system, you are more then welcome to become a part of that.”

I knew if he was just figuring out his own identity, Brent and I would have no issues expanding our friendship ring.  We talked a little more while we were getting our drinks. 

I introduced Andy to Mr. Tony.  Out of habit, I called him Mr. Lucas.  Mr. Tony was standing guard of the alcohol along with his two brothers.  They looked like the mafia guarding the liquor.  Later, I found out, they drank more then all young adults together. 

On our way back, I had an odd feeling in the pit of my stomach.  I looked over, Andy’s face went pale.  I looked around and tried to see what he had seen.  He said he was going to grab a seat at a table and chow down.  I told him I would catch him in a bit.

I got to Brent and handed him his drink.  “That took a hot minute.  What took so long?”

I started, “Well, for starters, Andy was mulled over by Mom in the kitchen along with the other cougars.  Then Dad and guys played fifty questions with him about lacrosse and where he plans on attending in the fall.”

I looked over, and I found out what made Andy go white.  There was a group of guys from his team there.  Then it hit me.  He is not out to anyone.

I turned to Brent, “Honey, I should have mentioned this sooner, but he called me the other night wanting to talk about being gay.  He sounds like he is trying to figure out who he is.”  I took a drink from my cup.  “He is not out to anyone, and as far as I know, I am the only one he has talked to about any of this.”

“Are you saying that we are adopting a soon to be new gay friend?”  He took a swig from his cup.

“He clamed up fast as soon as he seen the guys.” 

“I bet he doesn’t know he is in a safe place with all of our friends here, does he?”  He asked. 

I looked at him, “I don’t want to embarrass him, but I think we should just show him that his friends are pretty damn cool about us.  Maybe that can be a positive thing for him.  He will get to see how comfortable they are knowing we are gay.”

“I love you babe!” he said before he leaned over and gave me a kiss. 

Around one in the morning, the party started winding down.  Most of the family members had already left as well as most of the nondrinkers that were not staying overnight.  Shannon and Cindy took Grandma home sense Shannon had to be to work at seven in the morning.  Oh yeah, there was a mass of kids camped out on the ground under one of the large catering tents.  They left the dance floor down so no one was sleeping on the direct ground.  A few guys thought it would be fund to sleep in the bounce houses, but that ended fast.  Mr. Tony was not as afraid of people having sex in them, he was more worried about having to clean the mess should the moving around trigger someone drunk into throwing up.

There were about twenty of us gathered around a fire pit.  I had quit drinking about an hour before, but I was still super buzzed.  Not fall down drunk, but really buzzed.  Brent was on the same path.  I was sitting between his legs on the ground in front of him gazing at the fire.  He was sitting in behind me leaning up against the log. 

Without realizing it, his hand started traveling down inside of my tank tap.  When he ran his hand over my right nipple, I let out an audible moan.  My eyes were shut as I was enjoying the flow.  He leaned down and started to chew on my ear, humming as he was doing it.  (He has one of those deep rumbling hums that makes your toes curl up and cramp.)  He was getting me primed.  He proceeded till he had moved down to that sensitive spot below my ear at the cruck of my neck.  That sent me moaning a little more. 

“Do you know how fucking sexy you are tonight?”  He whispered in my ear before sticking his tongue in full force causing me to adjust my cock in my shorts.  Then he proceeded to move to the spot just behind my ear and with a low growling voice, “I want to make love to you tonight.”

My body was shaking at that.  My eyes flew open, fuck, I looked around and everyone was staring at us.  Thank god we only had the light from the fire pit, I was pretty sure if it were daylight, I would have been found blushing.

I cleared my throat using that to adjust myself again.

I was still a virgin.  Not that I was afraid, more so because we just really never did it.  I mean, I just took Brents’ V-card a few weeks ago.  I had not had the chance to give him mine. 

Yet.

I planned on giving him a work over tonight as the second part of his gift, but I was not planning on that.  I had no issues at all putting that on the menu tonight. 

“Well Mr. Lucas, if you want that tonight, I am going to have to head in shortly and run through the shower.”  I also knew that I was going to have to eat something too or I was going to end up with a massive hangover.

I stood up, gave Brent a kiss and started making my way to the kitchen, with any luck, there was still some of Grandma Lucas’s carrot cake stashed in the fridge.  I was in luck.  There was a plate with a huge slice and my name on it.  I took it out, grabbed a fork and took a seat at the kitchen bar.  Ok, it was probably more like six servings, but, for how hungry I was feeling, I didn’t know if that was going to be enough.

I had just started digging in when Andy showed up.  “I didn’t see that out anywhere.”  He said.

“Grab a fork, I will share.  This is from Brents Grandma.  She make a killer carrot cake.”  I said between bites.

“Thank you for reminding me of this party tonight.  I was afraid at first when I seen half my teammates here.  I didn’t notice them when I first walked in.”

“No biggie.  I am glad you got to see how everyone would react to you if you find that is who you are.  I was serious when I said you are in a safe place.  Everyone that was here today are very well informed of me and Brent, if they weren’t before today, they are now.” 

“It put me at ease when ever I seen you and Brent kissing and no one said a word, let alone flinch.” 

“Now, I am not saying that it is that way for everyone, we are very blessed in that aspect.  Come on man, you know how great of a school we went to was.”  I garbled out with a mouth full of cream cheese frosting that I scooped off of the plate. 

We talked for a few more minutes.  Once we cleared the plate off, I decided that all of the sugar from the cake was enough to hold me over till the morning for breakfast.  Soon as I put the plate and our forks into the dishwasher.  I gave Andy a hug and told him I was turning in for the night.  He thanked me once again before he headed out of the house towards the big tent to crash himself.

I looked down to where the fire pit was, from my position I could see Brent was sitting with his dad.  Arms around each other.  There looked like they were passing a bottle between each other.  Before I headed upstairs, I decided to head down to the basement where the Bar was set up.  Just before the walk outdoors to the pool.

Uncle Carlo and Uncle Dario was working on putting everything away.  They were Dads brothers.

“Hey Nicky, you need one for the road before we close up shop?” Uncle Dario asked.

“Sure, just nothing too strong.  I don’t want to be trashed in the morning.”  I said.

Before I knew it, he had mixed up something that looked like he poured a little out from every bottle.

“Here you go, this is the drink that will get you through college.  Good ole fashioned Long Island Iced Tea.”  He said proudly as he handed it to me.

I took a sip.  Not bad, I thought to myself.  A little tart, but it was good.  I will have to remember this.

At this party, we were not aloud to have our drinks in the house.  Mom did not want to have cups and bottles piled up all over her new house, so, we were allotted the yard to drink in.  I was getting ready to slam it so that I could get upstairs when Uncle Carlo told me to travel with it.  If I spill it, it was my hide and my responsibility to explain it to Mom.  Best believe me when I tell you, I carried that thing like it was an infant on my way back upstairs.

Once I made it to the room, I took a big swig and headed to the bathroom.  Brents room in the new house had it’s own on-suite.  I was not worried about privacy.  I turned on the water to let it warm up.  I downed the last of my drink before jumping in the shower.

God, it felt good with the rain fall jet on.  It felt like a continuous five-gallon bucket of water falling all over my body.  I could feel the day slide right off.  It was not a particularly hot day, it was just all day in the sun, with food and alcohol.  Not to mention the smell from the fire pit.  I switched the shower head over to just a standard handheld and started soaping up my body.  I was in a complete zone.  I did not even hear Brent as he stepped into the shower.  I soon felt hands on my back rubbing me down with soap. 

Soon as I was rinsed off, I changed positions with him and started to wash his body.  I love this man.  Every square inch.  I felt my buzz returning a little.  I washed him from head to toe.  I grabbed us both towels to dry off with before we stepped out of the bathroom.

We were holding each other at the foot of the bed.  Deep into a very passionate kiss/make-out session.  I slowly started to move my way down his body with kisses.  Taking my time.  I wanted to make sure that this moment was going to last in my memory.

Once I got down on my knees in front of him, his cock was hard as a rock and dripping a massive amount of pre-cum.  I swabbed my tongue over the head of his penis.  Yum, what a beautiful taste.  I tongued my way down the bottom side of his shaft just to the top of his ball sack.  I formed my tongue into a hook to grab one of his balls into my mouth.  When that one was nice and wet, I moved over to the next one.  I would have tried to get both into my mouth, that was not going to happen.  They were egg sized.  But I did spend a fair amount of time on them before I slowly moved a little lower to his tickle spot just behind his balls.

Before going any further, Brent pulled me down on him on top of the bed.  He had me maneuver around into a sixty-nine position.

Soon as I was straddling his face, I leaned over and took a hold of his cock.  I could smell him.  It was his personal scent mixed with the light scent from the body wash.  I swiped my tongue over the tip of his dick catching a big dallop of pre-cum that was about to fall and land on his stomach.  Not on my watch.

I just wrapped my hand around his cock when he spread my ass checks wide and started to lap at my hole.

I stated moaning.  That was such an intense feeling.  I slowly worked his cock in my mouth.  While he worked on eating out my ass.  After ten minutes or so, I had his dick down to the base.  I was at the right angle to throat him all the way down.  It was either the alcohol or the desire.  But I did it. 

I backed up a bit and got my breathing under control.  Once I felt comfortable, I swallowed him full on again.  This time, I started to move my throat muscles best I could.

“Fuck, what the hell are you doing?  That is pure wild.”  He asked me.

I just kept up doing what I was doing.  However, he did not let me do it too long.  “Hold on, I am way too close.”  I pulled back.  I gave him a few moments to relax before I went for it again, this time, with a little more suction then before.  “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck…” he screamed out.  I was just looking at his balls when I noticed them start to move up in his sack.  I stopped and pulled off.

He moved me off from him and had me get into doggie position.  He got down behind me and started rimming again, this time, he was using he index finger.  I bit the bedding when he hit my prostrate to keep from yelling.  After all, it was three in the morning.

Before I knew it, he added his middle finger to the mix.  It was tight, not uncomfortable, but I could tell it was tight.  I started to concentrate on relaxing my body.  Finding the enjoyment from this experience.  When he slipped in his third finger, I felt a little discomfort.  It was not long lived.  I was starting to let go and get into a rhythm. 

Before we went any further, Brent leaned over to his nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube.  He opened the cap and poured some on his fingers and started working the lube in my crack and around my hole.  He added more lube and started to finger me again getting me nice and lubed up.  Once he felt like I was ready, he lubed up his cock and got closer behind me.

“Please, if anything does not feel right, let me know.  I don’t want to hurt you.” He said in my ear.  

I mumbled my understanding. 

Brent started applying a little pressure to his body waiting for mine to open up.  Brent was running his fingers up and down my back.  Goose bumps were running all over my body.  He pushed a little harder.  For some reason, I could not get my body to listen to my mind.  He added a little more pressure, and it felt like it was not going anywhere.

After a few more minutes, I was starting to fear that we were not going to be able to do it.  I then removed myself from what was going on and concentrated on the moment I first noticed him in that way.  I started to relax in my mind, and I decided to push back a little. 

I felt movement.  No pain yet, just tightness.  I pushed back a little more.  I could feel it start to go a little deeper.  Next, he put a little more pressure into it and all of the sudden, I almost blacked out from the excruciating pain that racked my body.  Along with the pain came a scream that sounded like a hunter trapping a rabbit.  If you know, you know.  Thank goodness my head was buried in the bed. 

“Do you need me to pull out?” he asked.

“Don’t you fucking move.  Don’t move at all.”  I said while my eyes filled up with tears.  After what felt like an hour, the pain dissipated.  Not completely gone, more like the way my legs burn after climbing up the ladder to the ten-meter dive platform.

Soon, I started rocking back and forth.  Not too far, but a little more each time.  Brent started rocking opposite my moves a little.

Before I knew it, I thought I had all of his cock in me.  I was feeling good, and the pain was all but gone.  My hardon started to come back.

“Your doing great Babe.  Your almost halfway there.”  you could hear the excitement in his voice.

Did that man just say not even half of him was inside.  Damn, my eyes started rolling in the back of my head.  Now, if he could talk all 11 inches of my cock, I should have no problem taking all eight and a half of his. 

Without warning, the head of his dick hit my prostate.  That was all it took.  I bit down on the bedding, timing it right, I forced my body back just as he was pushing forward.  He bottomed out.  Thank goodness he had the sense to stay locked into that position.  Not a smart move on my part.  The pain was nowhere near as bad as the first penetration, but it was massive.  It could have been mixed with the full feeling I was having with his pole shoved all of the way in.

“Are you ok?” he said sweetly.

“Please go slow.  The pain is gone.”  I said, trying to gyrate a little.

He started moving a little at a time, working out further ever now and then.  Soon as he was moving about half of his cock in and out, the pain was gone, and things started feel good.  I started rocking back and forth to help.  After a few minutes, I was comfortable, and he was pulling almost all of the way out.  It was felling damn good.

Then, he pulled his cock out till the head was all that was left inside.  “Are you ready for some fun now?”

I took a deep breath and prepared myself for what I knew was getting ready to come.  I shook my head “yes”.

Without further waiting, he shoved everything he had back into me with such a force, I almost came.  I can’t even tell you the full barrage of words that were flying out of my mouth, I was talking in a different language.  I am quite sure I woke someone up in the house.  After a few more massive shoves like that.  Brent pulled out and had me roll over.  “I want to see your face while I make love to you.”

My heart melted.  As I moved into position and was raising my legs, Brent added some more lube to his cock.

He put my legs to rest on his shoulders as he guided his penis to my entrance.  When he leaned over to kiss me, I felt the head of his cock enter.  No pain at all.  “This is a different position, so you will feel something different”.  Informing me before he started sliding all of the way in.  Soon I felt his balls slapping into my ass.  He was all of the way in. 

It wasn’t long before he built up a nice strong slow movement.  God I was in heaven.  He moved and adjusted his slide a little. 

“Oh damn, that’s the fucking spot.  Oh, fuck me, Brent.  Claim me as yours.”  Where did that come from?  He was slamming into my good spot with every thrust.  I was dripping precum from my own cock like a fountain.  Every time he hit that spot, I let out a moan.  As he sped up, the louder I got and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer… I could feel my orgasm bubbling over.  I was not even touching my cock.

“I’m going to cum, fuck I am going to cum.”  It was not long after that my toes curled up, my body tensed, and I started erupting.  Four voles before I looked up at Brent and his face was scrunched up, then he all but pulled out before slamming back into the hilt one final time.  I was still Cumming when I felt him unload inside of me. 

He slowly put all of his weight on top of me as we were relishing in that after sex bliss.  We stayed that way trying to calm our breathing.  After a few minutes, it felt like he was getting ready to fall sleep on me.  I felt my legs starting to cramp in this position.  I tapped him on the back.

“Hey Thing One, my legs are sore.” I whispered to him. 

Just as soon as rolled off, there was a knock at the door.  “Hey, are you two going for round two?  If so, use a sock or a ball gage or something.”  It was Meranda.  We didn’t answer.  We just looked at each other in horror. 

After getting ourself cleaned up, we climbed under the covers, kissed each other good night and ended up in spooning positions.  Sleep came fast.

I was on a cloud, floating above everything.  I was in Brents arms, and I was in love.  I had some of the best dreams of my life that night.  I can’t remember any of them, but I do remember the calm that came over me.  I gave almost the last part of me to Brent.  I was elated with my choice to offer it to him.  He was my first, and my dreams to be the last and only.

It seemed like I just closed my eyes when there was another knock at the door, it woke both of us up out of deep sleep.

“Nicky, Dad’s going to move your car over to the parking pad if that is ok?”  Meranda relayed through the door.

“No problem” I said back to her.

“Mom said if you boys don’t wish to end up eating cereal this morning, you better get motivated, she is not keeping the kitchen going much past eleven this morning.”

“Thanks sis.” Brandon told her.  He must have looked at the clock because, before I knew it, he piped up.  “Shit, Babe, its ten thirty.  We need to get some food.  Or at least I need to get some food.”

“No problem, I think I can get up, no worse for the wear.” I laughed at my own joke.

Brent pulled me close into a hug and kissed my ear.  He was getting ready to kiss me on my lips when his breath smacked my nose.

“Oh, dam Brent, if that’s what your breath smells like after a night of drinking, I know mine smells the same.  Lets brush teeth and get downstairs.”  I pleaded with him.

It took us about ten minutes to get ready.  We figured we were going to get dirty helping tear down everything from yesterday, so we opted for grunge clothes and headed down.

Soon as we were halfway down the stairs, all talking stopped.  All eyes turned towards our direction.  There were at least a couple dozen people standing around in the kitchen area.  We both turned red, we were getting ready to turn around and run back upstairs when Grandam Lucas spotted us and called us over to her.  “Come here my beautiful young men.  Come give your Grandma a hug.” 

After we gave her a hug, Mom handed both of us plates that were full of French toast, bacon and scrambled eggs.  “Here guys, this should help to get some energy back into you both after yesterday.”

“You mean this morning?”  Meranda jibbed us.

Brent shot her a look of death.  “Someone was sounding louder then my wife on our wedding night.”  Uncle Carlo offered up.

Ok, the room was now making fun of us and hitting us hard.  Mom leaned over with in earshot of both of us.  “Why do you think I put the Master on the first floor on the opposite side of the house?” She said with a smirk.

The question is, was that so that they don’t hear anyone else, or so that no one can hear them?  I filed that into my mental rolodex for later use.

The day was full with lots of activities as everyone pitched in to tear everything down and pack up the rental trucks. 

By time it was four in the afternoon, there were just a few people left hanging around.  It became a lazy Sunday.  Mom and Dad decided to order pizza for an early dinner.  Everyone staying at the house would be able to delve into the leftovers.

Before I left to head home, I was summonsed to Dad’s home office.

It was Dad, Mom, Brent, and myself. 

“We have to let both you know, the cards we gave you are for you to use.” Mom said.  “There are only two rules, save and turn over all receipts.  The other is to be responsible.”

“We trust both of you boys, do us proud.”  Dad chimed in before pulling us all into a hug.

I made sure to track down Meranda and Granda Lucas before heading out.  I was tackled in the driveway by Uncle Carlo and Uncle Dario who were out there smoking cigars.  Away from everyone else.

“Hey kiddo, if both of your schedules are free anytime this summer, we are at the beach house every weekend.  Make sure to come up and visit.”  Uncle Carlo said.

“I will keep that in mind, and I will make sure to keep Brent on notice to.”

As soon as I walked in the door, Grandma asked if I was hungry.  I told her I was full, that I ate before I left Brents’.

“No problem, how about desert and a glass of milk?”  She asked.

“You know what, let me put this bag in my room and put my phone on the charger, I will be right back to join you.”

I quickly returned to see her dishing out a slice of Carrot cake onto a small plate.  She already had both glasses of milk poured.  Later I found out that Grandma Lucas sent it home with Grandma.

I took the milk, forks, and napkins to the dining room table.  Grandma followed behind with two plates of cake.  “So, tell me all about last night, did you have a good time?”  She asked as we dug in.  I was getting used to carrot cake talks.

When I swallowed after my first bite, I took a drink of a milk to clear my mouth.  “I had a blast.  It is a little sad, however.  It hit me towards the end of the night that a bunch of the people that was there yesterday, people who I have spent almost three years with, I will never see again.  But I guess that is how life goes.”  I took another bite.

“Son, that is one of life’s lessons.  People come and go.  Some stay a little longer than others.  Some stay for a lifetime.  If you are lucky enough, you will fill a tight circle of friends that will never leave your side.”  Her eyes were smiling.  I love this woman.

“Some aren’t able to stay long enough.”  I replied back.

After we had the dishwasher loaded, I gave Grandma a big hug and kissed her on her cheek as she headed off to bed. 

I was not really tired, so I went to my room shot a text message to Brent letting him know how proud I was of him, how much fun the past couple of days had been and how much I loved him. 

Before I could even set my phone down, it rang.  “That was quick.”  I said to Brent.

“Hey Baby, how is my boyfriend doing?”

“I am doing great, how about you?”

“Doing the same.  I started missing you the second you pulled out of our driveway.”

“I didn’t want to leave either.  I never wish to be without by my side.”

“Dude, I found myself crying a little bit ago.  Meranda comforted me when I was driving her to the airport.  She gave me a piece of advice, “the journey home to each other makes being apart more bearable.”

“I will hope that she is right.  We are going to be having a bunch of journeys for the next four years.”  I said to him.

“I love you babe.”

“I love you too.”  I said to him before ending the call and climbing into bed.  I was going to try to read some more of my book, but I just put it back on the table.  I did not last long once I turned out my lamp.