My Belovèd is mine, and I am his.
Song of Songs 2:16
The distant clang from one of grills on
the front deck awakened Kevin early on Thanksgiving
morning. He'd had a good night's sleep in the middle of the huge
bed, intertwined with Cam. Mark Carson was next to him and Dan
Emrick was next to
Cam. The boy-heat from the bodies surrounding him felt good to
No one else in the master bedroom full of sleeping boys was stirring as
Kevin looked at his watch. It was 5 a.m. The hour suggested
him that the noise from the deck was probably caused by Sean Miller
good on his promise to put the turducken into the special cooker he had
loaned to the MacKenzie-Carson clan. Only time would tell if the
turducken, now immersed in soon-to-be-boiling cooking oil, would really
be the centerpiece
of the family's Thanksgiving meal like it was supposed to be. Two
small turkeys would also be put on regular grills before everybody took
their usual run on the
beach later that morning. The ladies--Maria Romero and her
Millers' maid Juanita, along with Rosa Mendez (Catherine's maid),
Yolanda Vega (the Carsons' maid), Mary Carson
and Catherine MacKenzie--were all fired up about preparing the greatest
Thanksgiving feast ever. It had been determined that when it came
to eating the feast that
afternoon, though, all the maids would be seated at the adult table to
be served as honored guests.
Turning away from Mark Carson next to him in the huge bed,
Kevin rolled more on to his left side, moving even closer to Cam and
nose to Cam's shoulder. He breathed in his partner's smell, but
quietly so he wouldn't wake him. He smiled to himself in
satisfaction. Cam's clean smell--that of a healthy, sexy
boy-man and an athlete--always turned him on, and this
Thanksgiving morning was no exception. Kevin suspected that there
were both similarities and differences in the basic body smells of
human beings, but he was convinced that Cam's smell was unique.
Uniquely him. Uniquely great.
wave of love for his
partner washed over Kevin. It would have been so easy to take for
granted someone with whom you interacted every day, but Kevin had long
ago vowed never to let that happen in his relationship with Cam.
Kevin and Cam had never let any sort of bland acceptance dampen their
feelings for one another in their partnership, and it didn't hurt as
there were so few irritations or disagreements between them.
Their love for Casey just added more glue to their relationship.
Kevin fought his usual morning hard-on
by denying his desire to reach over and cup the ample
between his partner's legs. Having himself viewed a wide variety
of male genitalia in the locker room of San Rafael High School over the
when he had been a
soccer star there, Kevin was convinced that if there were a market for
modeling the male package, Cameron MacKenzie would be a top
contender--sought after by a host of photographers.
photographers wouldn't necessarily have to be gay to appreciate what
they saw between Cam's legs,
either. Everything about the boy's equipment was big and
beautiful and perfect. And as an added bonus as far as Kevin was
Cam's body was
almost hairless except for his pubes, arm pits and a light treasure
trail. All in all, the boy's trim, lithe, lightly muscular body
was ideal and faultless in Kevin's eyes. He was pretty certain
In addition to the obvious physical attributes of Cameron MacKenzie and
the great sex they exjoyed so frequently, Kevin Stoltz knew well
truth, the essential truth, about his feelings for his partner.
He loved him in ways that went far beyond his great physique to the
very nooks and crannies of his partner's soul.
Today was a real Thanksgiving for Kevin, and not just because the
extended family was together. That was wonderful, as
he was especially pumped because he and
Cam were at the point where they could realistically look forward to
being married. Kevin believed in the institution of
marriage, and was convinced it would be a healthy, stabilizing factor
the two of them raised Casey, the other love of their lives.
He snuggled up as close to Cam as he could get without waking him and
went back to sleep. Two hours later, his telephone alarm sounded,
and it was time for the family to rise and shine for their usual run on
Kevin turned off his alarm amid the groaning of the other boys as they
Cam yawned and then turned his head and studied his partner's face.
"Hey, bud," Cam told him quietly, "yours is the face I want to wake up
to for at least the next sixty years. Maybe longer, if we can
hang in there long enough."
"Ditto," Kevin responded. He gave Cam a soft kiss on the lips
before climbing out of bed over Mark Carson. He hit the bathroom
to urinate, and then waited until his morning erection had subsided
his usual walk down the upstairs hall to knock on bedroom doors to
rouse the other runners.
He went back to the master bedroom, and deciding not to shower before
running, stripped out of his boxers and got into his jock, running
and shoes, with Cam right at his side.
Eventually all the runners were doing their warm-ups down on the front
deck, with the two Border Collies watching in eager anticipation of the
just a hint of the smell of cooking turducken wafting over the deck,
and some of
boys salivated a little.
"Hmmm," Carl Emrick said, smelling the turducken. "Something is
starting to smell good!" There were no disagreements.
Ian lighted the two extra grills, and Mary and Catherine put the two
additional turkeys on them, small ones which would be fully cooked to a
golden brown in time for
the four p.m.
When everybody was limbered up for their run, Cam raised his voice.
"Listen up! I've been reading that we may need to moderate our
exercise because too much strenuous exercise releases 'free radicals'
bodies. So, until I can get a better handle on this, for starters
cutting our usual eight miles to six miles."
Mary Carson and Catherine MacKenzie accepted news of the shorter run
with big smiles. But of course some of the guys had to give Cam
"Oh, heck," Berto kidded him. "And I was enjoying my free
much! After all, they were free and left-wing."
"Wimp," Andy Helder told Cam.
Others liked the change to a shorter run.
"This is the best idea you've had in a long time, Cam," William chimed
in. "I like it!"
"Too bad, William. You have to run eight miles, just like usual,"
"You're getting fat as a pig!"
William slapped his beautiful, perfect sixpack. "You need to get
checked, boy," he told Kevin.
"Let's hit it," Cam said, and they all bounded off the deck and headed
for the hardpack at the edge of the Bay, the dogs running ahead.
Cam, Kevin and William were once again running side by side.
"I can't wait to taste that turducken," William said.
Kevin laughed and looked at William. "When you said, 'I can't
wait,' I was sure you were going to say you couldn't wait to go to Mass
"That, too," William responded.
"No shit?" Kevin questioned. "Did you have a conversion
since you were down here last?"
"Fuck, no," William told him. "I didn't need one. I know
what my responsibilities are."
The three guys chuckled.
"Speaking of church, that reminds me," Cam said, "I need to talk to
Carl." He speeded up to run beside their housemate in the next
row of runners.
"Hey, dude, Father Ryan wanted me to get a definitive answer from you."
"About what?" Carl asked, a suspicious look on his face.
"I told you before that Kevin and I are going to get some acolyte
training and start serving
at the altar at St. Dunstan's on Sundays. How about joining us?"
"No," Carl said.
"You probably need to give it some more thought," Cam suggested.
"Why is that?"
"Because Kevin and I are going to make your life a living hell if you
"My life is already a living hell from living with you and Kevin."
Carl's partner, Andy Helder, started to laugh.
"I promise you we can make it worse," Cam said.
"That changes everything, then," Carl said, also laughing. "Why
give me your best sales pitch in the first place?"
"I was hoping you'd see the light without any persuasion."
"I do see the light," Carl said.
"Good. Is that a 'yes,' then?"
"Excellent!" Cam said. He looked over at Andy
Helder, who was amused by the whole exchange. "Andy, you're my
"Well..." Andy pretended to stammer. "Sometimes my hearing isn't
"There's no 'well' about it, boy," Cam said. "And your hearing is
Andy chuckled. "OK. I'm your witness."
"Et tu, Bruté?" Carl
"You're pretty literate for an business major," Cam
commented to Carl as he dropped back to run beside Kevin again.
"There's no escaping the liberal arts," Carl looked back and told
Cam. "I need to
impress your mom whenever I can."
"What was that all about?" Kevin asked his partner.
"Everything is a freaking struggle," Cam complained. "I re-asked
Carl to get some training with us so he could be an acolyte for Father
Ryan at St. Dunstan's, and he said 'No.' So I had to persuade
"He didn't stand a chance," Kevin said. "I could have told him
that. You're just too persuasive for your own good."
"Amen to that," William said.
The guys continued to harass one another until Carl consulted his
pedometer and turned all the runners around at the three-mile mark and
headed everybody back down the beach. When they reached the house
and went to the deck to do their cool-downs, the smell of turducken was
stronger. All the guys were salivating this time.
Maria had fixed pancakes for everybody, and they ate quickly before
going upstairs to shower, get dressed and head for church.
Catherine had dressed Casey in a cute outfit after he was fed.
The little guy was in his usual good mood, and Mary Carson mentioned
she had never been around such a happy child.
After everyone showered, they left for church, driving several cars to
"Mary, you deserve being with Casey after having to listen to
William cry and complain about everything until he was fifteen years
old," Kevin said as they rolled along in the Highlander. "Wah,
wah, wah," he mimicked a crying baby.
"I wasn't alone," William responded to Kevin. "By the time we
were all living together, you were still crying and carrying on when I
was supervising the gym and making you exercise properly."
"All right," Ian intervened. "Everybody who can't say something
Things were quiet for a long minute.
"When William cried like a baby, his tears helped keep his face clean,"
Kevin said. "That
was a positive thing," he added. Everybody in the car, including
William, roared with laughter.
They encountered Father Ryan and the altar party in the narthex at St.
Dunstan's after the family arrived, and Cam told the priest that he had
three new recruits for
acolyte training. "I had to do a little evangelizing, but
eventually I won out," he said.
"Stars in your crown, Cameron," the rector told him with a smile.
Sean and Susan Miller were already seated in the nave, and the extended
family, including Father Mason and Rosa Mendez and Yolanda Vega, sat
them. Jeff Miller sat
right next to his parents, and his mom leaned over and gave him a kiss
on the cheek. He reached over and held her hand, thankful that
the wounds he'd caused his mother and father because of his
drug use and thefts were well on the way to being healed.
The organ came alive, the bass notes shaking the church building as the
altar party processed down the center aisle to the singing of the first
hymn. As they passed the MacKenzie-Carson family, Cam poked Carl
Emrick. "We'll soon be out there with the altar party," he said
in his ear.
Carl just shook his head ruefully, and began singing the processional
loudly to drown out any further comments from Cam.
Cam and Kevin both felt that the Mass was especially beautiful that
day, and they each gave thanks for the fact that their nuptials seemed
more and more likely to take place before long. Father Ryan's
homily on the basic need for Christians to be thankful for their
blessings especially resonated with the two boys. Among other
things, the priest
pointed out that another name for the Mass itself was "Eucharist"--the
Greek word for thanksgiving, the heart of the Christian worship
On the way out of
church, Catherine made sure that the Ryan family would get to Cam
and Kevin's place well before dinner time at 4 p.m. so the kids
could swim and the adults could have a cocktail or two before eating.
Kevin mentioned to Father Ryan as he went out the front door that at
some point he and Cam wanted to talk to him about the possibility of
being married at St. Dunstan's by Father Mason in February, with Father
celebrating the nuptial Mass. Father Ryan seemed pleased with
that prospect and promised to get back with them after checking his
calendar and that of the parish.
Ian and George Eisner went into the parish house after church to talk
about a business relationship between the studio and Ian's law firm,
while Karen, George's wife, drove her own car home.
Forty-five minutes later, Ian and George had the framework of an
agreement ready to complete the details.
* * *
Once home, Mary Carson and Catherine MacKenzie went right out to the
front deck and checked on the two turkeys on the grills, with Sean
monitoring the turducken in his special cooker. The
basted the two turkeys on the grills, and Sean added a
little cooking oil to the cooker, and then the adults went upstairs to
change into more casual clothes. By that time, the master bedroom
was full of naked boys changing out of their dressy clothes into
T-shirts, shorts and sneakers. Cam, Kevin, Carl and Andy were all
especially appreciative of the great scenery in the bedroom. So
were Dan Emrick
and Mark Carson, but they were more covert about enjoying what they
The guys all headed over to the Millers' house and got the volleyball
net and ball out of the pool house and set it up on the beach.
Sean Miller joined them, and he and Father Mason chose up sides.
Then it was game-on, with William Carson giving non-stop harassment to
the opposing team. Whenever he rotated into the front row of his
repaid the kid for his comments by making sure he made William eat the
ball whenever he could.
After a couple of games, everyone was sweating profusely. It was
obviously time to swim, and Sean went home while Ian and Father Mason
headed back to Cam and Kevin's to change into swim suits. The
boys, having seen Susan Miller and Juanita Fuentes go over to Cam and
Kevin's, went right over to the Miller's pool, stripped off their
sweaty clothes--T's and shoes and shorts--and plunged right into the
pool sans swim trunks.
Kevin came up in the middle of the pool and squeegeed the water off his
face and hair, and looked around. Cam was nearby, and Kevin
looked over at him.
"You know, I think William's dick has shrunk since the last time he was
down here in L.A."
"I think you're right," Cam agreed.
"Leave it to you two to check out my junk," William shot back.
"And you don't?" Kevin said. "I saw you looking at my package in
the shower yesterday morning."
"I just wanted to see if there were any signs of crotch rot," William
"I'm only at risk of that when you're down here visiting," Kevin
"Likely story," William said.
The rest of the guys were laughing about the interchange when Cam and
Kevin submerged and swam underwater toward William, seeking
retribution. But William knew what they were up to. He swam
over to the side of the pool and heaved himself up on to the pool deck,
water streaming off his naked body. Cam and Kevin didn't go up
Having showered and changed into slacks and a polo shirt, Sean Miller
came out of the back door of his house to the bevy of naked boys.
"Guys, I'd better leave you my phone." he said, putting it down one of
the poolside tables. "I'll call you if any of the ladies decide
to come over here and swim. If it rings, put something on."
"Thanks, Dad," Jeff Miller said. "I'll bring your phone with me
when we go next door."
"All right, son," Sean said, and left the enclosure.
It had been a while since his dad had specifically and publicly
acknowledged him as his son, and Jeff was pleased right to the core of
his being about it. It only strengthened his resolve to stay on
the straight and narrow when it came to drugs.
Most of the boys, having cooled off in the pool, took towels from a
giant pile of them in the pool house and dried themselves. They
also found several tubes of sunscreen in the poolhouse, and still
their genitals and butts. Then they spread their towels out on
deck and lay down on their backs to get some sun on those parts of
that rarely received any rays.
Mark Carson lay down near Kevin, and turned on his side toward his
"Kev," he said quietly.
Mark moved closer. "Could I ask you something without making you
"Of course," Kevin said, his eyes closed and basking in the sun.
"I know William gives you and Cam a lot of shit," Mark whispered.
"But you two are on his ass a lot. I'm not saying he doesn't
it, but I don't think you know how much he admires both of you.
Maybe you could take it a little easier on him so you don't hurt his
feelings. He acts like he doesn't have any feelings, but I know
Kevin's eyes flew open, and he turned his head and squinted in the
strong sunlight as he
looked over at Mark.
"Thanks for telling me that, Mark." he said quietly. "I hear what
you're saying, and it just reminds me what a good guy you are.
You have so much kindness in you, and I loves ya, buddy."
"Loves ya back," Mark said with a smile.
"I'll do what you say," Kevin added, and they both lay back down to
enjoy the sun.
Twenty minutes later, Cam woke up the sleepers and suggested they
turn over from their original positions so they didn't burn something
"Tan those butts now," Cam said.
Sean Miller's phone rang about a half-hour later, and Dan Emrick
up and answered it.
"You rang?" he asked.
Sean Miller chuckled. "Yes, I did. Catherine and Mary and
Lisa Ryan are going to come over for a swim. And my spouse and
Juanita are coming back to the house, too. Get decent."
"Will do," Dan said, and breaking the connection and passing on the
message on to the other guys.
The boys got up in a hurry and put on their shorts.
"Ready or not, here we come," Mary Carson said on the other side of the
gate a few moments later.
The five ladies came into the pool enclosure, accompanied by Casey in
Catherine's arms, and new arrivals Samuel, Joshua and Rachel Ryan, and
their mother Lisa. They
were all wearing their swimsuits.
The boys surrounded the newcomers, offering greetings to Mrs. Ryan and
her children. Susan Miller and Juanita went into the house.
"How's the water?" Samuel Ryan asked after everyone had said hello.
"Wonderful!" Andy Helder told him. "You'll love it!"
"In that case..." Samuel hung his towel over a chair, and taking
a running start, dived into the middle of the pool.
"Oh, yeah!" Samuel enthused as his head emerged from the water.
"This feels great!"
The boys, dressed in their shorts, all jumped into the pool
with Joshua and Rachel Ryan. Except for Cam.
"Give me the baby face," he told his mother, holding out his arms to
take Casey. "What have you been doing, Casey?"
The baby said, "Daddy," followed by some gibberish.
Cam began kissing the baby's face and head while the little guy
squirmed and tried to get away.
"Do you want to swim?" Cam asked the child who was dressed in a pair of
brightly colored swim trunks.
"Yes!" Casey said emphatically.
Cam went to the concrete steps at the shallow end of the pool,
and walked down them carrying the baby, only gradually submerging the
little guy to let him get used to the water temperature. Casey
shrieked happily, splashing his hands in the cool water.
Cam walked down into deeper water, making sure that Casey's head didn't
get submerged, and talking to the little guy all the way. Kevin
swam over to them and kissed the top of Casey's head, and hugged Cam
and kissed him on the cheek as they bobbed in the water together.
"'Sup, Mr. Casey?" Kevin asked.
More gibberish from Casey, but lately there had been some recognizable
words embedded in the sounds. This time it was "water."
"Yes, 'water,'" Kevin told the little guy. "Do you like to
swim in the water?" he asked.
"Yes!" Casey said.
Mary Carson looked at Catherine. "It's nice to hear a baby say
'Yes,' isn't it? All William and Mark would say when they were
first learning to talk was, 'NO!' It didn't matter what the
was or what I wanted them to do, the answer was always 'NO!'"
The other women laughed and agreed that that was their experience with
infants learning to talk, too.
"I heard that," Mark Carson told his mother from the pool. "I
distinctly remember being very positive and agreeable when I was
learning to talk. 'No' was hardly in my vocabulary."
"Your memory leaves something to be desired on this particular topic,
buddy," Mary told her son. "Back then I didn't know whether I'd
ever hear you say 'yes' to anything."
"Not! You must be thinking of William, not me," Mark said.
"'Yes' is my middle name."
The wrangling continued until a puff of air from the south blew the
smell of cooking turkey over to the Millers' pool.
"Oh, man!" Dan Emrick said. "I'm getting hungry."
"Me, too," William said. "Maybe we can eat something just to take
the edge off
without spoiling our appetite."
Right then, Juanita Fuentes and Susan Miller came out of the Millers'
back door with a tray of bread, crackers, slices of cold roast beef,
and iced tea and soft drinks.
The guys began to applaud.
"Don't eat too much," Susan cautioned the crowd. "The cooks will
never forgive us if you guys don't have an appetite for the turducken
turkey and all the trimmings."
"Juanita and Susan," Mary Carson said. "You're just too
nice! Thank you so much!"
"You're welcome," Susan said. "Just put the dishes in the kitchen
sink when you're finished, if you would." She looked at
Juanita. "Why don't we go back over to Cam and Kevin's and see if
can help with dinner?"
"Si," Juanita said.
"That's a good idea," Mary said, and she and Catherine and Lisa Ryan
stood up to go as well.
"Rachel, are you going to stay here or go over with us?" Lisa asked her
"I'm going with you. I wouldn't stay here with all these cruddy
boys on a bet!"
"Ooooh!" Samuel Ryan said to his sister. "What a put-down!" he
The guys ate some roast beef and drank some pop to "take the edge off,"
William had put it. They were just finishing up when Ian came in
the gate to the pool.
"Cam and Kevin, and Carl and Dan, take a walk with me. I want to
talk to you," Ian said.
The four guys looked at him curiously, but stood up and congregated
"What about me?" William demanded.
"This is business," Ian said.
"Oh," William responded, looking disappointed, sat back down in his
The chosen few headed toward the gate and went down to the
beach. They walked in silence for a few minutes, and then Ian
"The reason I wanted to talk to you is that three of you are coming
of age. Carl, you and Kevin soon will be eighteen, and Cam, you
be soon after them. Dan, bad luck for you, you won't reach you
next year, so your mom and I still get to boss you around." The
man chuckled, and put an arm around Dan, pulled him over, and kissed
him on top of his head. Dan smiled at him, pleased with the
"The fact that three of you will soon be eighteen," Ian said, "means
that I need to start sharing the responsibility for how your money is
invested and used. I've tried to do a good job for you in
managing your funds, but it's never too soon for you to start learning
how to do
that for yourself. I hope you'll still be willing to take
some advice from me from time to time, though."
"You've done a great job for us, Ian," Kevin said. "And I don't
think we've thanked you as often as we should have. We don't know
much about managing money, at least not yet, so I know for sure we'll
be willing to take what you tell us seriously and follow your advice."
"Absolutely!" Carl added.
"I appreciate that," Ian said. "Now, first things first.
calling you when I get back to
San Rafael with a list of names of some auditors you can choose
from. None of them has any business or professional relationship
with me or my law firm. I want all your funds and investments to
be audited so you'll
know everything I've done with your respective estates has been on the
"I guess that's standard practice, but I hope you you know that we
trust you one hundred percent," Carl said. "You've done a great
job for us, and I'm confident it's been an honest job, too," Cam added.
"I've really tried to do the kind of job you deserve," Ian said.
"I want you to know that if the three of you were not the kind of young
men you are, I'd be worried as hell about making this transition.
After all, you're all multi-millionaires. Some guys your age
could really botch the way you handle all this money and
confident you won't do that because I know your values. But I
you to know that you should never hesitate to give me a call if you
think I can help you with any decisions you have to make."
"Thank you for your confidence in us," Cam said. "I mean that."
"I am confident in your good
judgment. If I may, I'd just like to add a little perspective
to the challenge
you're going to face as people of wealth and privilege," Ian said.
"Have at it," Kevin said.
"I know what I'm going to tell you isn't fashionable in today's
society, and I'm not going to preach to you. But I hope you
realize that all the power your wealth gives
you carries a price tag. We all carry a responsibility
to God and to human beings around the world, not just in the United
States, to use our riches in the right way. We need to be prudent
in using what the Lord has given us, but we also need to recognize the
teaching of the Church that money itself never constitutes our real
wealth as God's children. Generosity to those who need our help
is one of the ways we fulfill our contract with God. There is a
lot we can do to address human suffering, and we need to use what we
have in order to do that. Unfortunately, many wealthy people in
society use the poverty of others to deny the poor their birthright as
human beings, even to the point of depriving them of proper food,
clothing, shelter and education. Oftentimes our business and
government leaders are hell-bent on keeping people poor in the mistaken
belief they themselves can become richer by doing so. That serves
only to wound and destabilize our society. After all, how many
houses can we live in and how many cars can we drive and how many suits
of clothes can we wear? The list goes on.
"But I've never seen an overly acquisitive
kind of thinking in any of you boys, and I don't think I will. We
can and should enjoy what we have without depriving others of a decent
education and a fair wage for their work in this world. I'm sure
you know that there is a tremendous income inequality in our country
which is only getting worse, and we need to address that issue if we
want to have good lives ourselves. Economic aristocracies and
banana republics around the world aren't very good places to live for
the majority of people, and I don't think we want to support that kind
of future for our country. We can do better.
"One other thing. There is sometimes a temptation to work
independently, in isolation, on behalf of others, but we can often
accomplish more in collaboration with others and their resources in
working for the common good. George Bush and Bill Clinton are two
examples of people you wouldn't expect to work well together on behalf
of the the deprived, but they certainly have. I don't mean that
we give up doing
good deeds on an individual basis, but working with others is often
more productive in addressing huge and sometimes seemingly intractable
"We have been and are people of privilege, and we each need to pursue
with our responsibilities in mind. For example, the three of you,
and later on Dan when he reaches his majority,
may want to consider setting aside funds to form a charitable trust or
a foundation for a given cause that you may identify and feel strongly
"Finally, just let me say what a joy and pleasure it's been to be a
part of this
extended family we're in, and to work with you and for you. I
don't have the words to tell you how much I love you guys. I hope
Mary and I and Catherine have always conveyed that. We're very
the same page when it comes to our love and respect for you.
reservations, I can say we're very proud of all of you, and looking
forward to great things from you."
The four guys were somewhat stunned by what they had heard during their
walk. Instead of focusing on a general accounting of their
fortunes, they had been confronted with Ian's vision about what
constituted a good life in society, a view that obviously went far
Kevin stopped dead in his tracks, causing the others to do so as well.
"Ian," he said, "I know know that sometimes you and I have crossed
swords and had differences of opinion, but I want you to know how
grateful I am--how grateful we all are--for everything you've done for
us, and how much we appreciate your guidance on things. My
blood-father turned out to be a rat, Carl and Dan's dad was a sicko,
Berto's parents were victims of his homicidal uncle, and Alex and
John died before we really got to know them as well as we wanted
to. But you've been the steady male influence in our
lives. And you and
Mary and Catherine and Rosa and Yolanda really created our family, and
if we can accomplish
a fraction as much for our family and for others in this world as you
already have, we can consider ourselves real winners in this
life! I don't think any of us will ever forget what you've said
to us and done for us."
Kevin stepped over to Ian, pulled the man into his arms and just held
him there, kissing his
cheek before letting him go. Cameron, Carl and Dan silently
Cam thought he saw moisture in Ian's eyes as they all turned around and
toward home. This man was tough as nails when he had to be, but
was also very much in touch with his feelings and his commitments.
The four boys went back to the Millers' pool, and Ian continued
walking back to Cam and Kevin's house, joining Father Ryan, Father
Sean Miller in keeping tabs on the turkeys and the turducken as they
cooked. Thanks to a light breeze, the smell of the cooking food
was all over their part of the beach, and a lot of mouths were
The women who had been at the pool earlier had returned to Cam and
house with Casey, and they all milled around in the kitchen, making
sure all the side dishes
would be ready for the big four o'clock dinner.
About 3 o'clock, Ian, Sean, Father Mason and Father Ryan walked into
the kitchen from the deck. Ian announced, "The sun is over the
yardarm somewhere in the world, so the bar in the study is now open."
The kitchen emptied out immediately, and once in the study, Maria,
Juanita, Rosa and
Yolanda accepted glasses of wine, Fathers Ryan and Mason vodka
Sean Miller a beer, Mary and Catherine and Susan Miller old
fashions, and Lisa Ryan a scotch and soda. Ian fixed himself a
sizable bourbon on
the rocks, and served Rachel Ryan a cold root beer.
Before anyone could take the first sip, Maria Romero's husband Juan,
their two sons Juan, Jr., and Roberto arrived. After
made, and Juan, Sr., was served up a beer, his two boys headed for
Millers' pool to join the rest of the guys.
Ian offered up a toast on behalf of the adults. "To all the great
cooks in our midst!" he
said. "Today, as always, we're thankful!"
"Hear, hear!" the adults said, taking a sip of their beverage before
some of the ladies headed back to the kitchen.
By the time Juan and Roberto opened the gate to the pool, the boys
again stripping off their shorts and preparing to dive into the water
had sunbathed for a while.
"Hey, guys!" Cam said to Juan, Jr. and Roberto as he turned around at
of the pool.
"Welcome!" he said, re-introducing the the naked boys on the pool deck
the Romero boys.
Juan and Robert didn't seem shy or embarrassed at all by the nudity,
as the other guys dove into the water, they stripped down and joined
in the pool. Eventually, the boys started holding races, and as
boys who lost their races were eliminated, Cam and William were the
last two left competing.
Remembering his earlier conversation with Mark Carson about brother
William, Kevin handed out some sincere compliments to the champion
final race as he studied the kid's fine physique.
"Dude, you're just too fucking fast for the rest of us," Kevin admitted
to William, slapping him on his bare ass and then giving him a
hug. William seemed pleased, and hugged Kevin back, giving him a
peck on the cheek.
As the afternoon progressed, Berto and Cam made sure that Juan and
having a good time, and singled them out for some conversation.
The two Romero boys seemed like really nice guys, and Cam got a clear
Romeros were a happy, well adjusted family.
The guys all continued swimming and sometimes harassing each other
about 3:45, when Kevin reminded
everyone they they needed to shower the chlorine off their bodies and
get dressed for
Thanksgiving dinner. They showered in the Millers' pool house,
got dressed, and then headed next door while Cam locked
the gate to the Millers' pool.
When they went in the house, the turducken, the turkeys and all the
dishes had begun to appear on the large buffet table in the dining
When the food was all in place at the stroke of four o'clock, the
extended family formed a huge circle
around the dining room
as Father Ryan offered thanks.
"In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit," he
"Amen," the family said,
making the sign of the cross, and then everyone held hands.
"Heavenly Father," the priest said, "we offer you great thanks for the
abundance we enjoy in our nation and in our homes. We're
grateful for the freedoms we enjoy in this country, and pray that they
may continue. We thank you, Father, for the food which has been
prepared for this, our extended family, and ask you to bless it to our
use as you bless the hands of those who prepared it. We unite in
your name, and are overcome by your many kindnesses to us as we reflect
on the needs of others in this world. May your grace continue to
shower upon us as we follow the path you have set for each of us.
We offer this prayer in the name of your Son, our Savior Jesus Christ."
"Thank you, Father Ryan," Catherine said. "The adults will
here in the dining room," she explained. "Please take plates and
begin to help
yourselves from the buffet. Rachel and boys, you have a table in
the study, and can follow the adults in helping yourself to food.
Ian, will you carve? And Father Mason, will you open the wine?"
"Yes, m'am," the two men said. Ian began
the turducken and the
turkeys at the buffet, stepping away when done to let the adults serve
themselves. It wasn't long before the youngsters stepped up to
help themselves as well.
Father Mason then picked up a fancy new opener
wine bottles with no muss or fuss without involving use of a cork
opened six bottles of a pinot and cabernet blend, and began to fill
wine glasses on the adult table.
Cam looked at his mother. "Do we get some wine?" he asked.
"Yes," Catherine decreed. "Half glasses for you, Kevin, Berto,
Andy, Art and William. Splashes for Dan and Mark." She
Juan and Maria. "Splashes for your kids?" she asked.
"Yes, please," Juan agreed, to the delight of Juan, Jr., and Roberto.
Catherine looked at Father Ryan. "What about Samuel, Joshua and
"Just splashes, thank you," the priest said.
"Jeff, we have some ginger ale for you," Catherine added.
"Thank you very much," the young man said, blushing a little at being
singled out. No booze for him. Sean Miller smiled
When Ian finished pouring wine at the adult table, he put the
prescribed amounts of pinot in the glasses for the youngsters, and
asked Cam and Kevin to carry them to the appropriate place settings in
the study for each of the kids.
The four maids were seated side by side at the adult table. Maria
Romero turned her head, looked down the table at her sister Juanita and
Rosa and Yolanda, and laughed. "I don't know how to act, sitting
here and not serving the invited guests," she said. Everybody
"The four of you are our
invited and honored guests!" Mary Carson said immediately. "This isn't Downton Abbey,
after all. I know I speak for everybody here when I tell you what
a good job you all do for everybody you work for, and how much we
appreciate everything you do."
"Hear, hear!" Ian Carson said, picking up his wine glass. "Here's
to Maria, Rosa, Yolanda and Juanita, with thanks!"
"Hear, hear!" the crowd said as well, raising and clinking their wine
The maids were all obviously touched by what had been said about them,
and Rosa Mendez lifted her napkin and dabbed at some tears in her eyes.
Meanwhile, the kids' table was pretty quiet as they dug into their food.
"Holy moly!" Kevin said after a few bites from his loaded plate,
starting with the
turducken. "Have mercy! This is the best turducken I've
ever tasted!" he said, and took a sip of wine.
"This is the only turducken
you've ever tasted, dufus!" Cam said.
Rachel Ryan and the boys all laughed.
"Mom made a mistake giving you wine," Kevin told Cam. "Your
tongue has loosened right up, hasn't it?"
"Just trying to be accurate," Cam said.
Casey's highchair was situated between Kevin and Cam, and they took
turns feeding him little bits of poultry and mashed potatoes along with
baby food. The little guy
liked the turducken a lot.
Ian was seated next to Juan Romero, Sr., at the adult table in the
dining room, and they
began to talk.
noticed that the skin on the man's palms was thick and calloused, and
his neck and arms were deeply tanned from working outside. Ian
extracted from Juan that he owned a small construction firm, and
that he personally held a license as a general contractor.
"Union shop?" Ian asked.
"Oh, yes," Juan said.
"Does being unionized cause you any problems?"
"It never has. I belong to the union, of course, even though in
terms of my
company, I'm management. We solve any problems we have by talking
them out before they get too bad. I try to treat my workers
fairly, and they work hard for me."
"That's the way it's supposed to be," Ian said. "If I could
ask, what are your biggest challenges?"
"Finding the time to scout out new business, and then developing
bids. If I hired someone to do that for me, the new position
would siphon off a lot of my profits, which can already be pretty slim
"Have you ever done business with any of the movie studios?" Ian asked.
"No. It's really hard to get a heads-up on their projects in time
to submit a bid. Sometimes we get some sub-contracts, though."
"Tell me about the composition of your workforce, Juan," Ian asked.
"Predominantly Latino, but also a few Caucasians and African Americans."
"Human Resources people like diversity," Ian commented thoughtfully,
looking over at Juan. "My law firm is developing a relationship
Studios. Would you mind if I put in a good word for you with
George Eisner, the CEO at Magnum? I know that Magnum contracts
lot of their bigger set-building projects."
Juan looked at Ian, a big smile breaking out on his face. "You'd
do that for me?"
"Of course. Magnum is always looking for honest, hard-working
construction outfits with diverse workforces. Do you have a
business card on you?"
"I do." Juan took out his wallet and fished out a card,
handing it to Ian.
"Thanks," Ian said, looking at the card and then slipping it into his
shirt pocket. "I'll talk to George and his business people before
I go back to San Francisco, and I think you'll be hearing from them
"That's really kind of you, Ian. I appreciate it."
All the time Ian and Juan had been talking, there had been a stream of
boys starting to come back to the buffet for seconds, and then the
adults joined them at the buffet to replenish their own plates.
Catherine rose from the table right about then to go to the
kitchen. Maria looked up from the table to see if she could help,
but Catherine shook her head in a silent "No." Catherine walked
into the kitchen as people were still loading up on seconds from the
buffet, and clicked the 'On' button of a twenty-cup coffee maker.
Then she went to the refrigerator in the garage, and removed six
pumpkin pies, carrying them to a kitchen counter two at a time.
The coffee maker was gurgling by then.
Catherine took a stack of dessert plates out of the kitchen cabinets,
and began cutting and removing generous pieces of pie from the pie
tins. She began carrying the first ten pieces of pie, along with
several deep dishes of whipped cream and a half-gallon of vanilla ice
cream, into the dining room on a serving tray. Mary Carson and
Susan Miller rose
from the table and began to help her with trips to the kitchen for more
pie and then some coffee. As the adults finished cleaning their
Mary, Susan Miller and Lisa Ryan pitched in to help clear the adults'
Catherine poked her head into the study.
"If any of you bottomless pits want dessert, please clear the table and
take your dishes to the kitchen.," she said.
"What's for dessert, Mommy?" Keven asked.
"Pumpkin pie with ice cream or whipped cream. Or both."
"I love you more with every word you say," Kevin said.
"I believe you," Catherine said with a smile.
"I love you more than Kevin does," Carl said.
"I hate a suck-up," Mark Carson said.
"We all do," Art Smith said to general agreement.
The gang hooted at Kevin and Carl, then stood up and began heading for
the kitchen, dishes in hand.
Cam picked up Casey out of his highchair, rested him on his arm, and
with his plate in one hand, followed the gang into the kitchen where
Susan Miller was scraping and rinsing the dishes and putting them into
* * *
After dinner and the clean-up, the young guys changed into their
swimming trunks and headed back over to the Millers.
Mary Carson admonished the gang not to jump right into the water
without letting their food digest for a while.
"Mom, the experts these days are saying that you don't have to wait
swim after eating," Mark Carson protested.
"I've heard that, but I don't want you going into the water right
away," Mary said, unpersuaded.
The guys groaned, but acquiesced, and headed out. After Cam
unlocked the gate, they picked spots on the pool deck and lay
down. A lot of them began to fall asleep in the warm
and Kevin lay down close to each other, as did Carl and Andy.
These four loved being near their partners.
William Carson lay down on the opposite side of Kevin.
Remembering what Mark
Carson had said about being nice to his brother, Kevin started talking
"William, how is football at San Rafael going this fall?"
"Good. We had a lot of seniors returning this year, so we've won
every game in our conference so far. But the last part of our
schedule is going to be pretty tough, I think."
"Any injuries on the team so far?"
"A few," William said. "Nothing serious, though."
"That's good. Are you still pursuing a football scholarship at
Stanford, if that's where you end up?"
"With your grades, you could get an academic scholarship," Kevin
said. "Have you applied for one?"
"Actually, yes," William said. "Why?"
"Well, don't take this wrong, but I worry about you when it comes to
injuries on the field. College football can be pretty brutal
compared to high school, and the NFL is even worse, of course."
William turned his head and looked at Kevin. "I know.
"I see that Chris Borlan has retired at age 24 from the 49ers because
he's concerned about head injuries."
"Well, he was a linebacker. I'm a highschool quarterback, and get
"I know, but you're still at risk. Whether you play or not is up
to you and your parents, but I wish you weren't playing."
"You played soccer," William pointed out.
"True, but the risk factors are a lot less in soccer than they are in
William was silent.
"I'm not trying to fuck with ya, William," Kevin said. "You're my
bro, and I just don't want anything bad to happen to ya, that's all."
"I didn't know you felt this way," William said, turning on his side to
look at Kevin.
"Well, I do. If you get hurt, it hurts me and it hurts the whole
family. I hope you'll talk it over with your mom and dad before
you accept a football scholarship, whether it's at Stanford or
someplace else. Injuries on the field can stay hidden for years,
and then they become apparent and bite you in the ass."
William's face softened. "Thanks for your concern, Kev. It
means a lot to me. I'll give what you're saying some serious
"Thanks, man," Kevin said. They bumped fists and then dozed off
in the sunshine.
When the gang started to wake up and get in the pool, Kevin rolled over
close to Cam and kissed him awake.
"Hey," Cam said, kissing his partner back.
"Would you mind if William and I went for a ride in the Porsche?" Kevin
"Nope," Cam said. "What's the occasion?"
"William will love the Porsche, that's all."
"Go for it. I'll stay here with the guys."
Kevin woke William up.
"Hey, you wanna take a ride in the Porsche?"
"Yeah!" William looked excited. "Can I drive?"
"Yep. Let's get our wallets and hit it," Kevin said. They
put on their sneakers and T-shirts.
They saw Father Mason as they went through the house, and they stopped
and exchanged a few words with him.
"Kevin, can I borrow your Mustang for a few hours? I need to go
spend some time with my mom and family at my sister's house."
"Of course, Father. The key is on a hook in the hall, whenever
you're ready to go."
Kevin handed Mason the key as the three of them left the house
tegether. Father Mason drove off
as William and Kevin uncovered the Porsche and fired it up. The
motor purred and the muffler thrummed, sounding ready to hit the road.
They went to the Pacific Coast Highway, heading northwest. Kevin
reminded William to take it easy and not get a speeding ticket.
William pushed the speed limit a little, but not enough to interest a
CHiP cruiser which was monitoring the traffic a mile or so up the road.
"I love this car," William said as they cruised along. "Why are
you being so nice to me, dude?"
"Because I should," Kevin said. He didn't mention his and Mark
Carson's earlier talk by the pool about treating William better.
"We give each other a hard time, but I love ya and admire ya, and so
does Cam. That's it in a nutshell!"
William looked pleased. "Back acha, man!"
The two guys just enjoyed the hell out of their ride in the Porsche
* * *
It was an evening of good conversation for the adults, and of playing
Wii and card games for the kids. That doggone Berto once again
cleaned house in a poker game. Ian, Sean, Juan, Sr., and
Father Ryan smiled wryly as they counted what was left of
their chips and money
Showering thanks on their hosts,
the Romaros and the Ryans were prepared to leave for home about 9 p.m.
because Juan Romero and Father Ryan had to be up early the next
morning for work--the priest to offer Mass and Juan to unlock a
site. At the last minute, following an invitation from Cam and
Kevin, Samuel and Joshua Ryan along with Juan, Jr., and Roberto Romero
negotiated a sleepover with the permission of their parents.
There were plenty of extra sleeping pads in the garage for the four new
guests, and additional floor space in the master bedroom.
The master bedroom shower was full of boys when Cam and Kevin finished
showering. Finishing first, they put on robes and
slipped out of the bedroom and headed downstairs in the now dark and
silent house. One of the dogs greeted them with a little yip and
a few tail thumps on the floor of the study, but the canines stayed
where they were. The two guys went right to the downstairs
bathroom, and rearranging the throw rugs on the carpeted floor, they
added a few towels from the linen closet to make the floor even
softer. Shrugging off their robes, they lay down together,
clasping each other tightly to each other, still a little moist from
Before long, Kevin reached over and clasped Cam's rapidly hardening
Then contorting his upper body, he bent down and licked and then kissed
Cam's penis again and again until it was long and hard.
"This has been a perfect day," he told Cam after he straightened back
out and french kissed his partner. "And its just about to get
even better. I wanna be inside you so bad!"
"That's just where I want you, Kev," Cam whispered back. "I can't
begin to tell you how much I love ya, man."
Kevin smiled. "Language has its limits. We know that.
It's a good thing actions speak louder than words." And he
proceeded to put Cam on his back and move on top of him, looking down
into his handsome face and those green eyes. He kissed him
softly, and then their tongues dueled as their hard dicks rubbed
Raising himself off his partner's body, Kevin pulled out a drawer of
the bathroom sink, and reaching to the very back, pulled out a tube of
"Let me," Cam said, taking the tube and generously applying the lube
first to Kevin's cock, and then to his own hole.
After some more kissing and foreplay involving each other nipples,
Kevin eventually went to Cam's anal doorway and began to move into his
partner's body as Cam's legs rose and Kevin then pressed them forward
to the floor around Cam's ears.
"Yeah, Kevin, get it up there!" Cam told his partner as Kevin's long,
slick, fat penis entered and made its way home, pressing firmly against
Cam's prostate on its way by. Cam gasped in pleasure. Kevin
stopped moving when his pubes were against Cam's ass, and he lay there
looking down into his boy's face again.
"What a great Thanksgiving!" Cam whispered up to him. "And this
is the perfect end to it!"
"And the continuation of a lot more sex," Kevin said. "If there
were more of this going on around the world with people who love each
other, it would be a lot happier place," Kevin said, pulling back and
making a single abortive thrust back into Cam before going motionless
Kevin planted kisses all over Cam's face before beginning what would be
a loving and lengthy assault on Cam's ass. It would be a good
thirty minutes at an ever quickening pace before Cam's dick spurted a
big load of cum on his own chest, neck and face, and the contractions
of his hole caused Kevin to empty himself into his lover.
"Oh, fuck yes!!" Kevin growled out in his deep voice as he emptied his
They lay there silently in each other's arms after they had climaxed,
unable to speak or to move for ten minutes before Kevin pulled his
softening dick slowly out of Cam. Leaning down, Kevin began to
lick up the mother lode of semen which Cam had deposited on his own
chest when he came, until Kevin had licked up every drop.
Then Kevin was able to unroll several lengths of toilet paper from its
dispenser beside the toilet to begin a preliminary cleanup of their
bodies. The two of them were still a little shaky on their feet
when they eventually went into the shower. They clung to each
other in the warm spray before they finally found the energy to begin
soaping each other down.
Squeaky clean when their shower was finished, they dried each other off
with clean towels, threw the used toilet paper into the toilet,
flushed, and took the cum-stained towels which had been under them on
the floor to the downstairs washing machine on the
way back upstairs. They added soap to the load in the washer,
machine, and went back to the master bedroom.
Everybody was asleep when they got there, but there had been a change
in the sleeping arrangements. Mark and Dan were still at the
sides of the big bed, but Cam and Kevin's spot in the middle had been
usurped by William and Berto. Kevin chuckled quietly when he saw
that William and Berto had ended up holding each other in their
sleep. That wouldn't last long when they woke up, Kevin knew that.
Cam was a little pissed at first that he and Kevin had lost their
places in bed, and wanted to wake the two guys up and kick their asses
back down on to the floor, but Kevin just laughed and pointed to two
sleeping pads. That's where Cam and Kevin ended
up, covered with sheets and light blankets, and clasped together. They
immediately asleep because they were so relaxed after the great sex
they'd had downstairs.
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