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Grommet
Part 11 - The Conclusion - A Summer's Last Hurrah
By
PJ Franklin <pjfranklinboy2@earthlink.net>
 

It was a full week after the July 4th holidays, a Sunday morning. Summer business at the Blue Fin Café was always brisk, but a Sunday morning always brought out extra customers. I was working front and back and Aaron with me, Greg as well with Mama. Aaron might have a few psychic reading customers of his own during the hours there, so much the better.

Greg was great. He was giving Aaron and I shit all morning, smirking remarks such as, “Hey Aaron, tell your boyfriend to get his ass in gear, he’s not fast enough this morning,” and Aaron would grab me into a hug, kiss my temple and say something like, “Better get it in gear boyfriend or you’ll end up over my knee in the back,” and tease me mercilessly, his words distracting me in the nicest way.

I continued to bustle about the café helping wherever I could. The front door was opening and closing every few minutes, customers arriving and leaving. I happened to glance over and through the door came my good female high school friends Mindy and Amanda. They had been to the café lots of times, fun times.

As soon as they walked through the door that morning, however, it was like the bottom dropped out. Aaron was standing right by me at the time. I looked at Aaron and his face grew pale, “What?” I asked and then looked at Mindy and Amanda and I felt my face lose its color and somehow and I even knew or suspected that I knew what was wrong.

Mama Nadine happened to be there to greet the girls, possibly to take their names as the place was full and we even had a short waiting line to get service; but Amanda spoke to Mama and Mama covered her mouth, her face downcast. I looked at Aaron and he but nodded to me and we rushed over to the female threesome.

Amanda looked at me, “Randy, it’s Jon Teel. He … he took his own life yesterday. We just found out and came over as soon as we could.”

I of course felt instant reverberations from my big brother Shaun’s death from the summer before but otherwise a great deal of sadness, but not shock that this had happened to Jon. Mindy told us what they knew, basically that Jon Teel’s parents found out about Jon’s apparent secret homosexual trysts. Being very religiously conservative and anti-gay, they eventually forced Jon to one of those awful camps to turn gay teens straight. Obviously overwhelmed by despair, Jon hung himself at the camp and died doing so.

Nobody knew if there would be a public funeral or memorial service; but as we stood talking about it, I already knew what I would do to honor Jon and right then was neither the place nor the time. It would sadly turn out that the funeral was private and the parents refused to participate in any other public memorial, such was their misplaced shame.

A few days later however, our high school surfer gang, and despite that Jon Teel had never been one of us as a surfer per se, still held our own little wake of sorts at Mindy’s home. Even the Ridgers came including Finn, my big bro for life, Ry my little bro I hoped for life, mini-grom Luke, Mike and grommom Mickey, Sparky and Nadine of course. Greg Majors showed up and even Kaz Kazwell, Kelly Smith and Matt Zuziak not to mention Garrett Starr and a host of others.

Oh that Jon would have at least been one of Mama’s lost boys, he would still be alive and we would not be doing this thing, but he wasn’t. We sang, ate and drank. Some of us who knew Jon told a few stories.

I went last. I stood, “I am going to more formally honor Jon later this summer I think; but for now I want everyone to know that whoever Jon was or wasn’t, he was a good guy, a kind kid who … never had a chance to be himself.”

I had in fact talked to my dad about Jon just a few hours before. It was an emotional phone call. I told my dad that how grateful I was to him and mom for being such good, caring and affirming parents. All he said was, “I love you son,” and I said the same back, “I love you so much dad.”

He asked how Aaron was and that was when I started to think about Shaun again and asked my dad to leave the end of the summer open as there was something I wanted him and mom to come down to Huntington for concerning Shaun’s memory. He said he would.

Well, leave it up to surfers. When a surfer is happy and celebratory, he surfs. When he is sad and mournful, he surfs. When he doesn’t know just what to do about life sometimes or even if he does, yes, he surfs.

So that is what happened that afternoon after the wake at Mindy’s. Almost everyone, including all of the Ridgers took off down the Pacific Highway in a caravan of vehicles and ended up at Zuma for an impromptu body and board surfing day and barbecue pit party into the dying beach sunset.

I thought it was a bit strange that Ry kind stuck closely to Finn that night. Finn would later tell me that Jon’s death and his wake had really impressed upon Ryland the importance of a loving and supportive family and that he had also recalled how Shaun’s death and my loss of him had affected me.

Finn said it was a little creepy at first to watch his otherwise shallow minded little brother kind of grow up before his eyes. Ry had even told Finn in confidence that he would die if anything happened to Finn, a moment Finn said was embarrassingly enjoyable and which probably explained what happened later that night after the beach party.

At the end of the fun evening as the gang all split for their homes, Aaron and I had pretty much decided that we would end up at Gar’s place alone having found out that Greg and Gar along with Kaz and a few of the now graduated Northside High seniors were going to hang with some babes elsewhere. I had no problem with that and in fact didn’t really want anyone else to be there to witness me turning myself into Aaron’s bitch for the evening even though it might be very hot for others to watch.

I was going to go the whole nine yards and beg him to be ass whipped and then unceremoniously suck his cock and then be ass fucked into oblivion, my kind of night, Aaron’s too. I whispered it to him during the night’s campfire at Zuma and he had whispered back, “Count on it,” so that it was a done deal.

When Finn with Ry in tow asked if Aaron and I were otherwise busied that night after the beach party, Aaron spoke before I could get a word in edgewise, “Maybe, so what do you have in mind Finn?”

Keep in mind that that we four had already had a night together just before the July 4 holidays. Finn had done Aaron and I had done Ry in the same room. Very hot, right? Well, also keep in mind that Ry and Finn had fought as brothers off and on for years over brother stuff just like Shaun and I had.

Ry had just come out of the closet unexpectedly a few months before and Finn had always been way “You take care of him Randy, no way I’m going to,” as one might expect. I was all too happy to have a fourteen-year-old hot gay boy on his knees at my beckon, believe me.

“Well, my bro and I wouldn’t mind spending a little quality time together with the hottest couple in Huntington, would we Ry?” and slung his arm about Ry’s slender shoulders, “Yea, it would be super hot!” and Ry’s arm was slung across his big brother’s shoulders as well.

I tilted my head and looked at them. I didn’t quite get it and Aaron leaned over and whispered in a hilarious spooky hiss, “Don’t look now, but I can see into the future with my awesome powers and the future includes some damn hot bro-on-bro incest!”

The word “incest” much like the word “rape” is supposed to conjure up images of sexual sin and immorality at the highest levels of Satanic influence. Yea, right whatever; but at that moment I thought Aaron’s powers, hilarious or not seemed to be right on. Still, I wanted to be sure,

“Say what? Did we miss something here?” I questioned the two hot Ridger boys in front of us, “Don’t tell me, have you two been?” and I stopped the obvious question just short of completion, “A little,” Finn replied, “A lot,” Ry grinned and then they high-fived.

Just then, I kind of painfully recalled some of the times that I had gone down on my big brother Shaun just after coming out to him over the Surfer magazine thing. It seemed years or decades ago, but had really only been hardly yesterday.  Did I then wish that I still had my big brother Shaun Hollis to perv on? He was such a hot guy and such a good big brother; but as ugly as it sounds to remember a deceased loved one like that, I would have given anything to be able to have him be there with us and with me to laugh and turn me down or say go for it.

I’ll guess that it showed on my face, an inkling of sadness given all that all of us had experienced the last several days as suddenly Aaron’s arms encircled me from behind, “Are you OK baby?” his gentle voice only enhancing my emotions over it.

“Oh fuck,” Finn said and rushed over with Ry and all three boys hugged me, “Shaun?” Finn said his name. I but nodded and held my emotions in check as three boys kissed my head at the same time hugging me so tightly,

“I miss him,” Finn said just then, “Me too,” Ry said solemnly and then I almost lost it, but didn’t. I just sighed, “What are we doing? Shaun would tell us to shut the fuck up and get busy. Come on guys,” I said and we four made our way back to Finn’s Rover, piled in, me with Aaron in the back seat. We made out all the way back which drove Ry bat shit crazy with envy.

We hit the front door of Gar’s house almost literally running and as soon as the front door slammed and was locked shut, clothes flew everywhere. To tell the truth, even though I was naked and was boning up, my naked boyfriend hugged me from behind and we watched something truly remarkable at least as far as I was concerned, two brothers, blood brothers in love.

I mean, that’s what it looked like to me; but really it was just two gay guys. What does it the fuck matter, anyway? Naked Finn sat on the couch and naked Ry straddled and they kissed, deeply and passionately. It made me whimper with envy actually, but it did not conjure up any thoughts or needs of thoughts that I would ever have done that with Shaun.

Finn broke the kiss and Ry buried his head into Finn’s chest hugging him as Finn patted the space next to them. Aaron and I shuffled over and Aaron sat and I emulated Ry and straddled Aaron’s lap, my left thigh actually crossing over Ry’s right thigh.

Ry, if he had ever looked unconfident about his gay sexuality or even his place with his big brother or us, suddenly kind of took over. He leaned over and kissed me on the mouth, a totally hot tongue in mouth French kiss that melted me, “Oh God yes, kiss that hot boy,” Aaron said, “Fuck yea Ry, take that hot boy in, make him yours,” Finn urged Ry. I was entranced and felt taken.

What was happening to me? This was supposed to be me and Aaron and maybe now Finn with Ry, but not this? Ry’s hand curled around and his palm slapped my ass, hard! Then the fingers of one hand fairly molested my butt hole! He must have been taking lessons from Finn, had to be!

I was instantly helpless as Ry’s other hand now molested my hard cock, stroking it hard like Aaron sometimes did, a dry stroke that hurt after a few hard strokes. Finn’s hand spanked my ass hard and then I think it was Aaron’s, “We three should take this boy, pleasure him with spanking and then fuck him,” Finn suggested, “Yes, absolutely,” Aaron agreed, “Ry, go find the hairbrush and then you are going to paddle brush Randy’s ass beet red,” Finn ordered and then they pushed me off of their laps onto the floor.

I got up on my knees, wild with lustful submission and watched as my boyfriend made out with Finn Ridger. It was mind-blowingly hot and I stared at them and then Ry returned and sat next to them, “Over my knee hot bro,” Ry grinned down to me smacking his palm menacingly with the business end of the brush.

I flew across Ry’s lap, pushing it up high for him and was rewarded by hard, fast brush licks that stung all over my ass, the insides of my thighs and then a couple right over my exposed butt hole, yeouch!

“Suck Aaron’s dick now Randy, give me the brush Ry,” Finn ordered, “I’ll tan his hide some and then you eat him out in between, Ry,” and my face was pushed down onto my boyfriends big hard dick.

Finn really put some hurt onto my already red ass. I groaned as Finn punished my needy cheeks and then moaned loudly as Ry ate me out, all the while I was nearly swallowing my boyfriend’s dick to his pubes up and down. Finn stopped the hiding just in time before I started to howl and then he widened my eyes as he went down and started to lick on and eat out my fuck hole.

“Oh please somebody, fuck my red ass,” I finally had to concede. They didn’t have to be asked twice that night. My mouth full of one dick or the other and one pounding my ass at all times, Finn, Ry and my ever-loving boyfriend, Aaron, reamed me out good, three loads of boy jizz washed me out and a couple of mouthfuls of cum as well.

At the end of it all the Ridgers bade Aaron and I a good night and left, “So, how do you feel?” Aaron asked as we headed to the showers at around midnight. The wonderful hot steamy water cascaded all over me, “I feel great, thank you Aaron,” I said and I did. No guilt, no sadness, the memories of my big brother Shaun and even Jon Teel tucked away in their own places in my heart, but quiet and stilled.

Now I hugged Aaron from behind, “You know, I didn’t get off yet,” I said softly into his ear. He smiled, “So?” and that’s when I slapped his hot ass, “A bedtime spanking for you and then a blow job for me,” I said with a bit of renewed energy, “Yes sir, anything for my awesome boyfriend,” Aaron’s voice quiet and sincere.

I slapped his butt again, spanked it hard right there in the shower as I held him. Then I pushed him down to his knees and fed him my dick there in the cascading shower water. I grabbed his hair and forced him to suck dick. His hands clutched onto my hips and he impaled himself needlessly, but nonetheless lustfully down to my pubes.

I was far from finished with my grom, however. Out of the shower, I spanked my boyfriend just for the pure pleasure of it for both of us. It was hard and long, making him howl and then I made him choke and gag on my dick as I face fucked him. I pounded his tight boy pussy from behind, pulling on his hair, forcing him to groan and beg me for dick up his ass. I emptied my balls, once deep down his gullet, the next load deeply up into his punished red ass.

I cleaned us up, took us to bed and spooned by baby close into my body, “Love you Aaron,” I said getting sleepy, “Love you Randy,” Aaron replied and we slipped off to our dream worlds.

* * * * * * * * * *

When the news came down, I was both elated and sad. I felt so happy for Gar and so already missing him. Garrett Starr, my mentor, my surfing hero and a great friend had been accepted onto the ASP (Association of Surfing Professionals) junior pro circuit.

That meant of course that his dream of becoming a professional surfer was advancing and that he would be gone from SoCal for months at a time meaning that our Northside break line-up would be missing a long time member for a very long time. Who could know what part of the surfing globe he might end up, maybe even permanently? Still, I was so happy for him, so proud too.

I was inside Sparky’s Surf shop with Aaron and a fast growing impromptu gathering of waiting well-wishers when he showed up. Oh God we showered that beautiful man with cheers, hoops and hollers. Mama and Sparky brought in a kind of birthday cake with a surfer in the frosting and we ate cake and all adored Garrett Starr as a group. Me, after all that I had been through with him and him with me the past year, I worshiped the water that he surfed on and him like a god.

The crowd was so thick at one point that I demurred and hid Aaron and I back into the shaping room part of the shop. It was after all where I confronted Aaron and we started our journey together. We giggled and reminisced and the crowd finally thinned. I was certain that Garrett would speed off with friends and such so that when he poked his nose inside of the shop, it surprised me.

It did give Aaron and I a chance to hug and congratulate him personally, “So Aaron. Could I possibly borrow your boyfriend tomorrow?” he said after the hug.

Borrow me? For what? “Well sure!” Aaron quickly answered, “Good. I want … I mean I need to spend one more day with my man here. We go a ways back he and I. I won’t have much time after that with everything going on.”

I could not possibly believe that he meant just me alone, “Oh, like with who else?” I assumed aloud, “No Randy, just you and me, just us, all day and some of the night too which brings me to the next,” but Aaron interrupted, “If you don’t beat his ass, make him suck your dick and then fuck his brains out after a day like that Garrett, you’re just stupid.”

“Aaron!” I yelped but he and Garrett laughed, “Hey, thanks man. You read my mind, but then again that’s your thing, right?” and they laughed and high-fived.

I did not laugh. I did not join in the high-five. A whole day to myself, just me and him and nobody else when everyone clamored to get a piece of the emerging pro star. It was humbling to the point that I had to bite down on my lip with a little of my ever annoying emotions.

“So how ‘bout it grom, you up for this?” he finally asked me. What could I say and not sound like a fucking newb, “Of course. Who would not want that, but I’m not sure what I did to deserve it, that’s all,” and you know what? That was as honest as a guy can get with another guy and I found my head down with embarrassment.

There was this really uncomfortable silence, “Just accept the fact that you are a part of my family Randy. It’s going to be tough enough without you around me a lot, OK? This is about me already missing you, OK? So just say yes stupid grom,” his voice husky with the emotion that I was trying hard to avoid.

Oh God, why did he have to say that stuff. My tummy churned. I looked up, “Yes sir, I want to spend the day with you,” I said biting my lip hard.

Just then Aaron hugged me, “You lucky ass hole. You better get him to whip your ass and suck his dick and take it up your hot butt hole or you’re no boyfriend of mine,” and I nodded.

“Good. Bright and early grom, I’m going to run your ass off tomorrow,” he nodded and left the room.

“I’m sorry Aaron,” I had to say a couple hours later. We were trying to make out and I was doing a piss poor job, “Don’t apologize. You’re not happy at all that he’s leaving to take the world on. Can’t say I blame you, he’s meant a lot to you,” Aaron commiserated, “And that’s the bitch. I want him to succeed and be the best he can be. It’ll be fine,” I sighed, “What are you going to do?”

“I’ll be fine, spend some time at Mama’s doing readings. Maybe try and hook up with Finn and Ry later. Don’t worry about me. You don’t worry about anything except enjoying your day with Gar. Let’s get some sleep,” Aaron said.

Aaron got to sleep easy. Me? All I could do was keep recalling all the stuff I hand done with Garrett from the moment Shaun introduced me to him, all the good times after well, the bad times when Shaun left us. I guess I finally did sleep a little, but before I knew it, “Grom get your stinky ass out of bed, now!”

“What time is it?” I jumped out of bed giving Aaron a good-bye kiss. He just smiled, “have a good time,” rolled over and went back to sleep. I had my usual pee hard. Garrett grinned, “Careful with that thing. It’s almost six. We’re gonna chow down at Mama’s and get our day started, OK?”

I grinned, a whole day of Garrett Starr and me ahead. I got cleaned up and dressed. Garrett had our gear on his car all ready. We drove to Mama’s and for once I was not going to work. When I walked in, there stood Mama with Sparky and Sparky was holding a certain white surfboard.

“Sparks!” I said staring at it and recognizing it. It was the only board that Shaun had shaped, made all by himself, “Garrett asked that we bring it over this morning,” and I looked at Garrett kind of choked up,

“It deserves to be used by you Randy, just once and then we want to retire it and hang it up here in the Blue Fin as a memorial to Shaun,” Garrett said, took it from Sparky and gave it to me. I had to wipe my red eyes, “That would be so good, thank you guys,” and I hugged Mama and Sparky.

“Go sit now. We’re cooking up a special meal for your day with Garrett,” Mama said with her own red eyes. God bless that woman.

The meal was fantastic with orange juice, coffee, eggs, bacon, sausage, gravy, biscuits, pancakes, fruit and after that Mama handed us both bags of food for lunch. I felt a little overwhelmed at that point. Garrett did a little as well. We both so loved Mama.

We ate our fill, hugged Mama Nadine and took Shaun’s board with us out the door and put it carefully up into the rack on the top of Garrett’s car. I got in, “Where we going?” I asked, “Just to Northside to start,” and I looked at him, “That all?” and he grinned, “Wait and see.”

Gar did not teach me anything that early morning. He just surfed with me, and I with him. We laughed and goofed off in the surf and on the sand. I swear it was like we were both just twelve-year-old goof-off, silly groms. Garrett had brought snacks and we ate those and we drank a ton of water.

“Time to go,” Garrett smiled after a few hours, “Where to?” I asked, “You’ll see,” and I rolled my eyes. We loaded up, Shaun’s board still not used and took off south. South, I knew what was south of our home break. I didn’t say anything until we ended up approaching the turn off for E. Balboa Blvd, “Fucking Wedge,” I said and he nodded, “Yea baby, surf is up this morning from that freak storm out at sea,” Gar grinned, “Jesus Gar, you trying to kill us both before the day’s started?” but as we approached, it wasn’t all that bad looking.

“Get Shaun’s board, this is where I wanted you to use it,” he said. I did so, carrying it oh so carefully so as not to get it marked up.

We hit the Wedge, the surf was not gigantic, but wasn’t small either, ten footers mostly, a few fifteen and one big twenty that Gar ripped. I was using my own board for the next hour and then he said it was time. I got Shaun’s board and paddled it out to the line-up.

As we waited I used it to bob up and down in the surf and my mind drifted to that day the year before when Gar and Greg took me to this very spot for my first time, just after Shaun died. I guess I didn’t look so good right then, “You OK?” Gar asked.

I looked at him, “Just remembering,” and he hugged me, “I remember that day very well, I’ll never forget it. A little brother worried that he was responsible for his big brother.”  I nodded, “Yea,” and thought it would hurt more, but it didn’t, “Time to take this board for its only ride grom. Ride it well. Make Shaun proud,” Garrett said and that did get to me a little bit.

Sometimes the magic hits just right. The Wedge that day, for Shaun I thought, gave me a fucking huge prefect fifteen footer. I was so scared, so very scared, not of dying; but of disappointing Shaun. I wanted to ride his board perfect, for him, for my big brother.

I made my move, I popped up and for the next however long, I rode that board, I rode the wave, and I made it Shaun’s and mine. I rode that fucking huge crusher of a wave all the way to the shore. I finally tumbled off the board whooping and hollering and then when I finally got the board and myself to safety, I collapsed onto the sand on my knees in tears of joy and tears of missing Shaun. I bawled hard into my hands just a little bit.

I sat and waited for Garrett who made himself a great run and then rushed up to me and hugged me, “Oh God Randy, that was fucking beautiful! You did it. You made Shaun’s board sing brother, sing forever!” and I nodded and wiped my face, “Thank you Garrett,” and all I could do was sigh and be very happy for myself, and for the memory of my big brother through his board.

* * * * * * * * * *

We loaded our stuff back onto Gar’s car and continued on our safari, “Where to next?” I asked, “You’ll see,” he grinned. I just relaxed and enjoyed the ride, enjoyed talking surfing and what Gar might accomplish the coming year on the junior pro circuit. I was jacked when I heard that he would be entering the circuit starting at the US Open of Surfing at our Huntington Beach Pier in a few weeks time. I would get to watch my hero on his first outing as a junior pro. I felt so very proud of him.

We ended up at Manhattan Beach standing by Gar’s car in the parking lot. Gar stood looking for somebody. I wondered who until his face brightened, “Ah, there he is,” and I looked and didn’t see anyone at first, “Who?”

And then I saw who, “Oh my God!” I yelped as the guy, looking to me in his mid-twenties trotted to us, “Gar!” he grinned and hugged Garrett. It was the Hawaiian pro surfer Shane Dorian for God’s sake, a several time pro circuit champion.

“Shane, this is my grom, Randy Hollis, Randy, this is my mentor, Shane Dorian,” Garrett said with pride, “Hey man!” I grinned and we soul shaked, “Randy! Gar has told me all about you,” the handsome guy grinned at me. I looked at Gar not knowing what to say, “He told me about your big brother too, I’m very sorry,” and I nodded, “Thanks Shane,” I was moved.

“Say, that’s a good looking board you have, yours Gar?” Shane said looking at Shaun’s board, “No, that’s Randy’s big brother’s. The only one he ever shaped,” Gar said solemnly, “Wow, it’s a beauty, may I look at it please?” Shane asked.

We got the board down and Shane admired it. I explained to Shane what we would do with it as I had surfed it just the one time that day at the Wedge, “That’s a fine board Randy. You should be proud of your big brother,” Shane gave me the board back, “I am proud, thanks Shane,” I said a big old lump in my throat.

It was a real privilege to surf for about an hour with Mr. Dorian and Gar in the line-up at Manhattan that early afternoon, “Wow, I got to surf with Shane Dorian AND Garrett Starr at the same time. Can’t get any better,” I said exhausted as Shane had just left us and we walked back to Gar’s car to peel down our wet suits, “I have one better. I got to surf with my buddy Randy Hollis,” Gar pecked my temple. What could I say to that?

We ate the delicious sack lunches that Mama Nadine had made for us and then packed our gear back up onto Gar’s car. We headed back up the highway to our Northside break, a very fitting place to end our surfing day, one that I would never forget.

The guys in the line-up that late afternoon all congratulated Gar on his ascendency into the junior pro tour and gave the both of us precedent in the line-up. We finally ended it by carefully cleaning up Shaun’s board and then took it back to the Blue Fin café and set it on end safely near to its final resting place which would be on a narrow shelf right above the inside to the front door. I looked at it, kissed its still pristine white surface, “Love you bro,” and Gar and I left the café together.

I was exhausted physically and emotionally as we walked into Gar’s house front door. I didn’t want the day to end; but it had, it always does, “Tired?” Gar asked me. I shrugged and was feeling a little down I guess, “Come on grom. Let’s shower together. We’re gonna get busy you and I,” and well, how could I feel down about that?

I boned up pretty quickly as I was skin-to-skin with Gar in the hot steamy shower, “You just remember. You’re only gonna be just a phone call away from me this next year. If I hear you’re screwing up, I’ll have to come home and beat your hot ass beet red, got it?” Gar hugged me from behind.

“Yes sir,” I said solemnly and then felt Gar’s erection pressing into my ass crack. Fed up with feeling all emotional and wimpy, I twirled around and got down to my knees and looked up at him, worshiping him with my eyes, my hands clinging to his sinewy strong thighs,

“I need to suck cock and I need an ass whipping and then I need to get fucked,” I said. He smiled down at me and then grabbed my hair, “Suck … my … dick,” he growled with a deliciously evil grin.

I sucked Gar hard and as long as he would let me in the shower and then Gar took over after that. No sooner did we finish the shower and I got myself toweled off than he upended me over his knee, hairbrush in hand and tanned my hide good, I mean I was yelping and then screeching, Gar making fun of me as I tumbled and struggled over his knee trying to get away. He would not let me get away and just blistered my ass and thighs with that brush making me tear up, giggle and laugh, him too.

Then the bigger stronger man named Garrett Starr picked me up in his arms, took me to his bedroom and bedded me. We kissed and made out, 69’d and ate out ass, his and mine. Then he fucked me, hard and relentlessly pounded me, filled my red ass up with cum and then dumped another load into my mouth and then he sucked me off, my pent up load into his mouth.

I fell asleep in his arms, him spooning me and by the time I opened my eyes the next morning, Gar was gone, Aaron in his place. I was not sad, just glad I had gotten that special day with a guy that by now I loved deeply in my heart just like a blood brother.

* * * * * * * * * *

It was barely just a few days before Aaron was returning to Bakersfield to get ready for his school year. We had talked about it exhaustively, us having to be boyfriends from afar at least for another year. We would deal and make it work; but right then, there was something very important going on that early mid-morning, something I thought I would never see.

I was standing with Mama Nadine near to the cash register in the Blue Fin Cafe. We were kind of gawking over at Aaron, sitting in his usual booth spot doing a reading. That was not unusual. What was unusual was whom he was doing the reading for. It was Jonathan Teel’s mother, Kaitlin Teel.

We had watched her walk into the café that morning. I had no idea who she was. It was Mama who looked shocked and greeted her at the door. They talked for quite a while and then the poor woman broke down into tears.

Mama then walked her over to Aaron who after she explained who she was, Aaron looked shocked and Mama told me who Kaitlin was, and I was yes, shocked. Mama explained her presence and now I understood and I felt awful for her.

After a while Aaron waved us over. I approached the woman who stood, hanky in hand, eyes red, “You must be Randy. Oh my God,” and she hugged me tightly. We four sat in the booth together.

I told Kaitlin the details of my brother’s death and how it had made me feel. She felt the same about her son, Jon, her survivor’s guilt still pretty fresh. It turned out that it had been Jon’s father’s ferocious will that his son not be gay that had led to Jon’s death.

Kaitlin felt that she was guilty of having passively let her husband push Jon over the edge so against her will because that is what good Christian wives do, let their husbands lead in all things. After Jon’s death, their marriage quickly dissolved and a very bitter divorce was already in the works.

Well, it was already planned for the next day, the one-year anniversary memorial celebration of Shaun’s life. Mom and dad were already in town, so were Aaron’s parents. There was to be a late afternoon special ceremony on the beach at our Northside break, the invitations sent out a week before.

I invited Kaitlin Teel to the ceremony telling her that I had something in mind to memorialize Jon. She broke down into a few tears again, hugged me, thanked me and told me that she would be there. That night, Aaron and I were treated to dinner by two adoring pair of parents, their sons no less adoring and thankful for their parents.

The next day was beautiful. The six of us, Aaron and I and our folks headed to the Northside break beach early meeting up with all of the Ridgers as one would expect. Slowly our friends arrived and I was prepared. We swam and ate, surfed and played all together until it was time. Then the circle was formed, a big one around a fairly good-sized bonfire.

I had with me what was the last of Shaun’s ashes in a zip-locked plastic bag and along with them, all of Shaun’s Surfer Magazines that I had harbored for the last year including that issue that I had perved over long ago. I had something else as well, the orange long-sleeved Wild River T-shirt that Jon had left at my home after our not-to-ever-be-forgotten intimate moments together months before.

I stood and started my from-the-heart speech about my brother’s life. Others joined in with stories. We laughed and shed tears. Then, I reached into the bag and drew out Jon’s orange shirt and walked it over to Kaitlin who sat between my mom and Mickey Ridger.

I kneeled down before Kaitlin, “Mrs. Teel, this is Jon’s. He left it with me months ago. I was going to put it with my brother’s ashes, cremate it and send the ashes out to sea with Shaun’s. I think I want you to have it instead,” and she dried a few tears, “No Randy. I would very much like something of Jon’s to accompany your brother’s. It would make me feel like Jon was a part of this very special family of yours,” and she stood and we hugged and I lost it in her arms for a few long moments, she did as well.

I gathered myself and walked back to the metal bucket. I placed Jon’s shirt under the stack of magazines. Shaun’s ashes were already mixed into the pages of Jon’s magazines. I set the contents of the bucket to flame. As the items burned with dancing flames, we all sang the traditional Kanaka Wai Wai as we had a year before during Shaun’s paddle-out ceremony.

We sang and celebrated, both for Shaun and now for Jon Teel as well. We all stood as a group, holding hands in a big continuous circle of love; I stood with Aaron between our dads. When the bucket’s contents had been reduced to simple ash, me with my dad, even Aaron’s dad and a few others danced into the calmed early evening waves, the sun nearly gone from the sky. While Kaitlin Teel stood with our mothers and Mama Nadine on the shore watching, when we reached sufficient depth, our dads and others around me, I dipped my head down and swam to the ocean floor and released all of the bucket’s ashes into the briny depths of eternity.

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The night before Aaron drove back with his parents to Bakersfield to get ready for school, we had a serious heart-to-heart. We decided, I thought bravely, that we should not try and be monogamous. We wanted to be safe, but free of obligation other than that of our hearts.

I was in love with Aaron Folkes and he was in love with me. We would go on as a couple, but enjoy our sexuality as best we could. The sex between us that night was spectacular. His ass was made beet red over my knee, so was mine over his. Our butt holes and mouths shared so much semen that it felt like it would take a week to recover the size of our balls.

The next day Aaron and I parted company in front of the Ridger home. I felt happy and not sad as I watched with Finn and Ry at the last, Mickey and Mike having gone back inside the open garage, “Gonna miss that guy,” Ry said and I nodded, “Yea,” and that was that.

Finn, Ry and I romped and played in the pool that afternoon, happy and care free. We three hooked up later in Finn’s room and had a blast. Finn and I let Ry hold forth as the dominant one and he went to town on our asses something fierce. He played no favorites with the belt. Side-by-side he tanned both Finn’s and my naked upturned behinds red and sore and then he made us suck his dick and his face. That kid fucked the both of us that night. Both of us! It was amazing.

September arrived, summer’s last hurrah. It was Labor Day weekend and just like the prior year, except I drove myself, I was arriving at the same Malibu beach house that I had first met Finn Ridger that first day that Greg Majors and Garrett Starr took me to the Wedge. It was the same party with the same guys and gals as the prior year.

I parked my car and got out. Greg was there, “Hey grom!” and I looked at him, “There’s somebody waiting to meet you down on the beach. Best move your grom ass,” he said but not smirking, just solemn.

I nodded, grabbed my board and as I had done the prior year, I scattered down the side staircase to the beach below the house. I stood a moment and just looked at Finn Ridger sitting alone near the surf, my heart beating wildly.

Then I walked and then I trotted and reached his side. I planted my board into the sand next to his and then sat right by him hip-to-hip and slung my arm across his shoulders looking out to the pounding Pacific Ocean surf.

His arm came across mine, “Fucking newb grom,” he said with husky emotion, “Yea I am, a fucking grom … a grommet.”

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Epilogue

Shortly after the beginning of school and just before my seventeenth birthday that September, we all gathered at the Blue Finn Café for the unveiling of Mama’s tribute to my big brother. She had mounted Shaun’s white surfboard crossways on the narrow shelf right above the front door entrance.

A brass plaque had been permanently attached to the center of board. On the plaque was engraved my brother’s name, Shaun Hollis with the dates of his birth and death. Below that was engraved this:

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Kaitlin Teel would remarry to a great man both of who became a part of our close-knit surfing family and community. Kaitlin and I became great friends, she an ardent support of gay rights for years to come.

Aaron and I actually finished our senior years of high school together at Northside two years later. We would go to college together up the coast, surfing and studying. As gay marriage came on the scene in California years after that, we wed and adopted a boy and a girl, our mini-grom Cameron and Lilly.

Mom and Dad moved from Fresno to Huntington Beach Aaron’s and my first year of college. Dad bought out both Sparky’s Surf Shop as well as the Blue Fin Café allowing Sparky and Nadine to retire into lives of relative leisure.

Dad and Mom, bless their hearts, took Greg Majors in and in an emotional ceremony actually adopted Greg as a part of our family. I had a real big brother again, but he would have already been that for me after Shaun’s death. Greg would manage the Blue Fin and Sparky’s for years to come.

For a number of Christmases after, Greg would be with Aaron and I on Christmas Eve just as Greg had with me that first Eve after Shaun died. We would hang up the special ornaments that Greg had given me that first holiday season, the one with Shaun’s ashes deeply imbedded into their substance and then we would exchange one gift each to the others.

Finn Ridger would find a beau and they too eventually got married, Ry too years after. There were adopted kids by the carloads by then, a huge wonderful family that would go on and on.

Sparky Parkes died of complications of diabetes and heart disease shortly after Aaron’s and my wedding, Mama Nadine Parkes two years after that. The two paddle-out memorials were both massively popular those years.

And what of Garrett Starr? It would turn out that our last day together when I used Shaun’s white surfboard the one and only time and I met and surfed with Garrett and Shane Dorian at Manhattan would be the last time that Gar had sex with another male, me. He would meet and marry a wonderful girl, Yolanda. Yolanda and I became fast friends.

Just after Aaron and I took in our Cameron and Lilly, Garrett and Yolanda had their first child, a baby boy. You can imagine that my emotions were well hung out to dry when they announced to the world that the boy’s name would be Shaun Starr, in honor of my big brother, Shaun.

I would become little Shaun’s god daddy and side-by-side for years to come, Garrett and I would surf the waves of the world with our sons, Cameron and Shaun, our little blonde groms, me to remain Garrett’s grommet, forever.

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Author’s Note:

On September 7, 1997 just before sundown, sixteen-year-old Joshua Dean Hall of Huntington Beach, California died of massive head injuries while attempting to shoot the pier, the notoriously treacherous concrete pilings of the Huntington Beach Pier. A few years later, Josh’s grandparents started up a memorial scholarship fund in their grandson’s honor at Josh’s high school, Huntington Beach High School.

The scholarship exists to this very day having thus far awarded $20,000.00 to 31 deserving high school seniors, all members of that year’s Huntington Beach High School surfing team.

The book, “Kook” by Peter Heller chronicles a trip to the Sugar Shack, a small restaurant in Huntington Beach after which Mama Nadine Parkes’ Blue Fin café was modeled in my story, Grommet. Up on the wall at the Sugar Shack, Mr. Heller tells of a picture he saw,

“a framed memorial to a young surfer who had died somehow. He must have been sixteen. Below his headshot, very blond and forthright, were the words:”

Although the author does not specifically name Joshua as the boy in the picture, it is my firm belief that the framed memorial epithet is indeed to honor the memory of the fallen grom.

The End

© Copyright PJ Franklin June 30, 2015

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