Date: Fri, 22 Jun 2007 14:54:02 +0000 From: Steve Thomas Subject: Ben's Fantasy, Ch. 34 This is a work of pure fiction, but based on the author's feelings,beliefs, and in some cases, experience. Come to think of it -- it might not be very pure either! There may be graphic sexual encounters at timesbetween men, so if this offends you, you are invited to retreat. If you are too young or it is otherwise illegal for you to be reading this kindif story, shame on you for reading it - - please stop here. If not, - - ENJOY! Cast of characters: Ben Hastings -- That's me! Bill "Bubba" Hastings -- My Dad Veronica Hastings -- My Mom. Reyna -- My Best Friend Ranj Kumar-- Another friend Jared -- A football whore. Rex Majors -- Ranj's roommate. Everett Majors - Rex's younger brother Mick and Mack Majors - The twins Kirby and Wyatt -- the youngest Majors Etienne Croissant -- Salesman Alan Randall -- Dad's friend Al Randall -- Alan's son. From Chapter 33: "I definitely will call you -- soon! I think maybe my dad will give me a by on the restriction -- if it's to be with you. He has been telling me that I should call you!" "Huh?" I said. Now it was I who was bewildered. "I dunno! I guess he and your dad have been talking and they just want us to be friends. Hey, I know you think I'm a fuck-up, but I can be pretty cool sometimes. And -- don't get me wrong. I really -- um -- love my dad." I broke out into a smile. "Well, just don't get too cool!" I said. "I'm not sure my own nerdiness could take it!" "I'll cal you, dude! See yah!" "Bye." Chapter 34 Driving home was awkward. Etienne didn't even ask me to drive. Everett sat in the back seat. We didn't talk much. During dinner, I let Everett tell about our surfing adventures. "You should have seen Ben! He stood up the first time!" "Not really. But Al did make me do some exercises before riding my first wave." "You really like Al, don't you, Ben." My dad said. "Um -- he's -- different." I didn't want to tell my dad about the way Al treated girls. "But, yeah, he's okay. We're going surfing again -- soon -- at Zuma Beach." "Zuma? If I remember, that's where a lot of the stars go and - - consequently, a lot of girls." "Maybe. Either Al or -- his Testarosa -- seems to attract them!" I couldn't keep the disgust out of my voice. I was also hoping that when we go, we don't have to put up with -- THAT! "Well, I'm glad you're having fun with Al. I went surfing once at Seal Beach. We surfed the very small waves that break into the inlet going to the marina at Long Beach. Not very exciting, but it was easy and gave us long rides." Just how excited I was about going with Al was in dispute, but there was something that was fascinating about the whole idea. And of course, like Al, I wanted to please our dads. I really wanted to talk to Everett about what had conspired at the beach -- or rather the whole day. But he's still hurting from the whole dad abuse thing and all, and I don't want to open any wounds. But -- somehow, when it hurts me -- I dunno. And I don't know what to think about Etienne. Who knows, maybe he has been hurt badly too -- by his dad or -- someone. Again, as per his M.O., Everett showed up at my bedside after I was asleep. But this time I wasn't so groggy. I pulled back the covers and he wiggled up next to me. "Hi." I said. "Hi." "Um -- what happened -- today?" "I dunno. Nothing, I guess." He said. "Really?" I said. I felt the hair on the back of my head stand on end. "It looked to me like -- maybe -- some -- something -- was going on -- with you and Etienne." Shit! Why can't I stay a little cooler?? Without skipping a beat, Everett said, "I can see why you like him." "Huh?" I said, moving away. "Haha! We were making bets as to whether you were gonna try something with Al." "Wha - - at?" I was struck dumb for a moment. Then I finally said, "What would give you THAT impression?" I recoiled maybe a little too much. "Nothing, really." "You know our dads are friends -- right?" "Yeah, but Al seemed awfully happy to see you." "Oh, grow up! You can't make something out of every thing you see!" I sat up in the dark, and moved further away form Everett. "Ben -- I've been wondering -- um -- whether I should say anything to you." "About what?" "Um -- oh, it's probably no big deal." He said. "Well, it's a big deal now! You can't just drop a - - What is it?" "I don't feel very good about it, is all. I heard Dad talking to Al's dad the other day. It was before you and Et came home." "And so?" I said. "Well, I wasn't trying to listen to them. But I couldn't help it. Did you know that Al's dad knows you're gay?" "Doesn't everyone!" I said sarcastically, defeated again. "Well, anyway, I only heard one side of the conversation, but it seemed like maybe -- um -- Al -- might try to get you to -- um -- try girls -- again." Well, do I have to say it? I felt so stupid. It was staring me in the face! And yet it still felt like being hit with a 2x4 across the top of my head. "Are you sure?" I asked. "No. As I said, I only heard one side of the conversation." "Yeah. Well -- Ev -- maybe you better go back to your bedroom. I gotta think." "Awww! Can't you think with me in your bed?" "It's kind of hard, when you are wrapped around me, or snuggled up close to my front side." "I won't do anything -- anything -- Bad." I softened. (Well, not ALL of me!) "You couldn't! Okay. But -- just brothers -- tonight -- okay?" "Okay." I climbed back in bed and he turned away from me and snuggled down into the covers. "G'night Ben." He said, his back to me. "Nite." I said. "Ben?" "Yeah?" "I like Et -- but -- not like I like -- er -- love you." He said, sounding repentant -- or maybe that was my take on it ^Å I put my arm out and drew him to me. Again he snuggled up to me, and hugged my arm. I'll sort out my other situation another time. I sure can't do it now. When I woke up, it was still dark and we were in the opposite position as when we went to sleep. I was backed into Everett's embrace. His wood was hard against my back door, and his arm was around my waist, his hand "resting" on my wood. "Ev?" I whispered low. He only moaned and snuggled his face into my back. His hand came up to my chest and then most of him went limp. It was still very dark. I said, "Ev!" more loudly. "Mm?" He said, not moving. "You awake?" "M-hmh." Well, he wasn't VERY awake. "How long?" "Hmf? You just woke me up. What's up?" "I think you should go back to bed. I really don't want Dad to see us like this -- especially if he is thinking of trying to `cure' me." Everett sat up. "You don't wanna be cured?" He said, now more awake. "Well -- it would be easier, but -- I don't think me going with Al to Zuma beach is gonna change anything." "What if it does?" He said, getting up. "It won't! Go to bed, Ev." He pecked me on the cheek and slipped out of my room. Then he came back in and knelt by my bed. "Are you gonna go?" He asked. "Huh?" "To Zuma Beach -- with Al -- are you going?" "I dunno. I don't think Al believes any more than I do that putting me with a girl will make me -- change." "I don't want you to change." He said, laying his head on my arm. "I know. G'night." I said, and kissed his fingers. He padded out and didn't come back -- that night. I was awakened by my cell phone. "Mm-mh?" I mumbled into the phone. I saw that it was Etienne. "You okay?" he said, sounding as if he had been up for hours. "Yah." I managed. "What time is it?" "5:30." "Shit, Et!" I exclaimed. "Mr. Evans left a message on my machine. He apologized for yesterday and asked if we could possibly come this morning -- at 7:00 o'clock." "He -- um -- I mean -- WE?" "Well, - I mean -- don't you want to go?" "I was prepared for our 10:00 o'clock in Bel Air. You just woke me out of a sound sleep! What do you expect?" I said. "I'm sorry, Ben. I really am. Can you be ready in 20 minutes? We won't have time for breakfast -- or anything until maybe after our ten o'clock with Mr. Myers. But at least he's just down the highway from Mr. Evans. Six?" "Shit!" I sighed, yawned, then rubbed my face. I felt so groggy! I sighed again. "Yeah, I'll be ready." I complained. "Vous êtes si merveilleux !" He said. "Flattery will get you nowhere - - assuming that was flattery!" I growled. "I haven't seen this side of you. The morning Ben! Hee hee! It's kinda cute!" "Fuck you! Just let me go so I can get ready." "Okay. Bye! Hee hee!" he hung up the phone. After being up for a few minutes, I realized what an ass hole I had been. I called him back. "Sorry Et. My sleep was -- not too good." "You`re gonna hafta teach your little brother to stay in his own bed, huh?" I was about to tell him to fuck himself, but realized -- he's right. I guess that's what made me boil up so fast. He's right. Dad's right. "Anyway, I'll be ready when you get here. I just wanted to tell you I'm sorry." "Okay. I'll see you in a few." I was ready for him. As soon as he drove up to the curb I was out the door. I got in and handed him a fried egg sandwich that Mom made for us both. He almost inhaled it -- as I had a few minutes earlier. I guess he was as hungry as I was. "Damn -- that's good!" he said. What's on it?" "It's just two slices of wheat toast with two eggs fried in butter, with salt and pepper, and some mayonnaise. That should keep us until after -- was it Mr. Myers?" "Yup. They both seem very excited to see what we can offer them. I think we may get both sales." We closed both sales, and as promised, he gave me my cut. I felt something -- maybe stress or something -- that I didn't like much. I was worried about seeing a client on my own. And I know some of it is related to my own personal prejudices. I know that I of all people should not judge anyone by appearances. I hate it when people do it to me -- especially when they are right! I dunno, maybe these guys are giving massive amounts of money to good causes -- who knows, maybe even AIDS and other research. But I can't help wondering about the hundreds of thousands that some guys have tied up in their garages. Knowing what I know, it really is irrational. But I am having reservations about selling this product line. But I can justify it by 2 things: Telling myself that my feelings are irrational and also, I LIKE being with Etienne. I just have to deal with my conscience at night - - and Everett! Al called and asked me to go to Zuma beach with him tomorrow. I told him I was working and would call him back. I turned to Etienne. "Al wants me to go to Zuma with him tomorrow." "That's cool!" Said Etienne. "Huh?" That took me completely by surprise! I expected to field some objections. "It's fine with me. I was getting kinda burned out. I'm ready for a break. Since you have been going out with me, I haven't had enough of those days off that I told you about. Tomorrow that dickhead that's rescheduled 3 times on me -- Mr. Potts -- wants me to come and show him our catalogs again. I've been to see him twice so far, and he has bailed on me three other times. I think I'll just blow him off tomorrow. He can't really complain." "Oh!" I said. I wasn't thinking in terms of Etienne coming with us. "Um -- did you want to -- um -- come with us?" "Naw! Matter of fact I may call your brother and see if he wants to go back to Huntington. You know you sort of hooked both of us on that body surfing. Do you think he'd go with me?" "Oh." I said, that taking me by surprise too. "Well -- um -- if he doesn't have to work -- I guess." I said. I was seriously thinking about calling Al back and asking if another time would work. Well, of course it would. We have all summer to do it! And I wouldn't mind doing some body surfing. Would I? "What?" Said Etienne. "Huh? Oh, nothing. I was just -- I'm gonna call him back." I was about to press my call-back button but got a text from him first: "I thought you might like this". And I opened up a picture he sent. It was a very hot guy in surfer shorts so low that half his pubes were showing. I pressed send to return his call. "Hey, Dude! Lisa thought you'd like that. Did you?" "Lisa? I don't think I've - " "I just met her! She's hot and she wants to meet you!" Okay, I have to stop this before it gets too far. "Al, Thanks, really, but I really am not interested in -- messing -- with -- a girl -- right now." "Girl?!!" He exclaimed. "That was no girl in that picture! It was really funny actually. When I told her about you -- and that you were gay -" "You what?!" I said appalled. "It's okay, Dude, she's totally cool with it! She loves gay guys! Says they are the only guys she can really talk to -- without thinking they are undressing her in their heads. Anyway, she told me to send you the shot of the guy. When he saw me aiming at him, he said, `Hey hey hey! What'sup, cuz! I don't want some dude taking my picture!'" "I don't blame him." I said. "But then I pointed to Lisa and said she wanted it. He took one look at her and said, `With or without the shorts?' Seriously man, he started to take them off right there in front of everyone." "Lisa started to laugh. `No, Dude, don't take them off! Leave a little to my imagination!' she told him. So he just pushed the front down to -- well to where you saw them. `Course we didn't tell him they were for you!" Al was laughing hard into the phone. Lisa was also laughing. I looked at Etienne, who only heard half the conversation. I held the phone down and said, "Don't ask!" "So -- are you coming tomorrow?" I again dropped my phone to my side. I looked at Etienne as I slowly raised it up to my ear. "You sure you're not trying to hook me up with Lisa. I noticed you didn't send a picture of her!" I forced a laugh. "He want's me to shoot one of you!" I heard him say to Lisa, he said laughing. "Are you sure this guy is gay?" She answered him. "Are you sure you're gay?" He asked me, almost hysterical by now. He must have been drinking, was all I could guess. Then came the request to accept another picture. I pressed ok. She was (of course) blond, with a very small Bikini. She must have shaved, because her Bikini was so low that her pubes would have shown otherwise. Then another request to accept came and I accepted. It was Lisa practically humping the guy in the surfer shorts, both of them laughing. She had her hand in his pants! "Look, sorry, Ben. I'm only teasing. I really do want you to come and surf with me tomorrow. Can you?" "I - " I looked at Etienne. He looked back with a querying grin. "Yeah -- I -- think -- I will." "Way cool!" Said Al. "And I was only kidding about Lisa being there. She has summer school tomorrow -- that is if she wants to graduate next year!" Memo to self: If I do ever have a daughter, make plans to go on all her dates with her - - until she's 18! "So -- do you want to drive to my place -- then we can go from there?" He said. Shit! I didn't want to tell him I'd have to ask my mom to borrow her car! "Sure!" I said. I'd get there somehow. Instead of taking me home, Etienne stopped by his place. It was as if we had an understanding -- WHICH WE DIDN'T! As soon as we were in the door, Etienne grabbed me and pressed his body as close as possible to mine. Then he kissed me. "Omigod, but I've waited all day for that!" he said. I kissed him back pretty easily, so I just smiled. "You wanna go for a swim?" he asked. I nodded and so he went to his drawer and threw me a swim trunk. It was kind of a halfway between American and European cut. It was a short, short boxer trunk. He got an identical pair out for himself, but his were purple and mine were baby blue. We both carefully removed our nicer clothes that we worked in and then stood, almost mesmerized seeing each other in the buff again. He squeezed his package as he smiled at mine. I followed suit. My eyes traveled up from his nice compact package, eyeing his nice pubes and his flat tummy, then to his nice hairy chest. Then I saw the short stubble on his face. I felt my dick jump. He laughed. "Maybe we ought to swim AFTER." He said. "Maybe we should." I blushed. We each took a step forward and our bodies were touching again. It was electrifying. My dick almost immediately jumped to attention only to find that his was there to meet it. We wrapped ourselves together as close and tightly as we could. "I have some condoms this time -- new condoms -- larger size -- as ordered." "Oh." I said. "Not sure I'm ready for that today." I looked deeply into his eyes. I could tell he wanted this really badly. "Oh -- okay." He said. There was definitely disappointment in his eyes, but also something else I couldn't out my finger on. "What do you want to do?" He asked. "Anything else." I said. "Well, anything not too violent!" I added smiling weakly. "How about I fuck your hand?" "Yeah. I'm sorry, Et." "No -- it's -- it'll be fine." He said. I could tell his heart wasn't in it. I pulled him down on top of me and kissed him deeply. He came alive again and kissed me back passionately. "I'm sorry." He said. "Huh?" "I could tell you -- didn't like me flirting with your brother." "I -- I'm a little confused -- myself when it comes to my brother." I said. "I thought I was falling for you, but -- then I see Ev every night and -- um -- I really love him a lot." He lubed up my hand and started to slip in and out of it. I had it up next to my own dick, so he was also rubbing it at the same time. "But Ben, I just want to tell you - " "Can -- can we not talk about it while we're -- doing this?" I said. "Sorry." He said. I was pretty close to cumming when he started to moan. He kissed me deep and we both erupted together, and while kissing it was actually very good, in spite of the earlier conversation. I collapsed on his hairy chest. That felt especially good. We rolled over and gazed into each other's eyes. It felt good. But - - something was missing. "Um -- you wanna stay the night?" He asked. "Right now I just want to lie here, touching you. But I really better -- go home." "You still wanna swim?" "Do you?" I asked. "I can go after you lea -- oh yeah, I gotta take you home. Well, I still would like a dip in the pool. You don't have to go if you don't want to." "No, I'll go." I said. We turned around in the shower and then put on our swim trunks. As we were stepping out the door, my cell phone rang. It was Al. "Hi!" I said. "Hey! I just found out that my dad is coming up to your house tonight to watch a game with your dad. He asked me to come too. Are you home?" "Not yet. I'm going for a swim at Etienne's place then - " "Oh! Okay. Say no more! I don't wanna interrupt anything!" "No, it's not like that. He has to take me home when we get out of the pool." "OOO! That's a long way." "He's used to it." I said. "I don't think he's very far from us. Why don't I pick you up and take you home. Can you wait for 40 minutes?" "That would be perfect! We'll go for a quick swim and see you when you get here." "Okay, put Etienne on so he can give me directions." After Etienne hung up we went swimming. We played as boys will in the water -- grab ass or whatever might present itself. Before we knew it, Al was grinning at us from the pool deck. "Hey!" Said Etienne. "Hi Et! Hi Ben!" "My room is number nine. Go in and open the middle drawer on the left. There's another swim suit there!" "I'll pass this time. I don't wanna miss kickoff." I jumped out, followed by Etienne. Al followed us into the room. Etienne dropped his trunks, seemingly daring Al to stare at him. Al didn't even look. Stepping out of his trunks and heading to the shower, Etienne said, "You gonna shower, Ben?" He almost seemed to be doing it to taunt Al or something. Or maybe it was for my benefit. I wondered if Etienne was jealous of Al. If Al wasn't waiting, I'd have showered. "I'll wait `til I get home." I said. "See you in a few days huh?" I added, quickly pulling my clothes back on. Al was sitting on the bed by this time, looking out the window at the pool. I should have guessed. There was a girl out there, in a Bikini. As soon as we got on our way in Al's Testarosa he said, "Your friend is a real flamer, isn't he?" said with almost a sneer. "Hm." I mused. "I wonder what you think about me. You obviously knew I was gay the first day you met me." "Oh, come on, Ben! You don't go out of your way to flaunt it! I have other gay friends, but they don't rub my face in it!" "I think he might have felt threatened." I said. "Threatened - - ? Huh? I don't get it. Did I do something to -- is he afraid of me? That's -- Ooohhhh! You mean he thinks -- he thinks I'm coming on to -- hahahahahahahahaha!! That's hilarious! He's Jealous?!! Of me!!!?? Ben! Did you see how that prissy fuck was all over your brother the other day? And he's jealous because you want to go surfing with me? That's rich!" "You noticed that too?" I said. "What -- that he's jealous?" "No -- what you said about him being all over my little brother." "Oh. Well -- yeah! It wasn't as if they were trying to keep it a secret, was it?" "You think Everett was doing it too?" "Ben -- are you blind? Your brother loved all that attention." "He's only 17. And Et is 30. I don't know if I like - " "Your brother is only 17? Well he looks like he's been around the block. I imagine he can take care of himself. Are you trying to protect him?" "Al, he looks like that because his dad molested him for years!" "What? What kind of molestation?" "He fucked him until Ev thought it was no big deal. He really thought it was normal." "Shit! No wonder he turned out to be a fag! Oops! Sorry Ben. But your dad never - - oh shit, maybe I shouldn't have - " "No, my dad never did anything to me." "Good, then I don't have to fuck him up! Where is this creep that messed with Everett?" "He's in Texas -- in prison." "Oh!" "Yeah. When Ev got past the age he was interested in, he started doing Ev's little twin brothers." "No SHIT!? I just don't know what to say about an animal like that. I just don't believe in this day and age that anyone could think that kind of crap would not scar a kid for life. What a creep!" "There was an older brother, too." "So -- he screwed up four lives? Fucked four of his little boys!" Al looked as if he were going to be physically sick. "He didn't touch the oldest brother." I said. "He plays football for Duke." "So he didn't get to him, huh?" "No, but -- Rex is screwed up in his own ways." "How's that?" Asked Al. "Well, for one, he too accepted what his dad was doing to his little brothers as normal -- until he went to Duke, and -- well -- when he met me." "You? You went to Duke?" I quickly told him the story of Ranj and myself and how I came to "go to Duke". By the time we were to my house, he was pretty much out of his anger , but kind of depressed. "Well, here we are. There's my dad's new car that you sold him. It's still not as hot as this one though! Haha! Lets' go in and try to forget about -- all that crap -- at least for awhile. Ben, I gotta tell you -- I'm gonna have some strange dreams tonight!" Not me! The Pre-game show was in full bore when we walked in. Mom said for us to wash up and she would bring in our dinner. Dinner was -- of course -- pizza. Mine and Al's dads were sitting close on the love seat, not worrying that they were touching as many so-called macho guys would. You could tell they were close friends. But they also didn't do anything close to eliciting any speculation as to their sexual orientation. Everett was on another chair, with the twins on the floor. That left a chair and the floor for Al and me. All Dad had to do was look at Ev, and he sprang to the floor beside the twins. He was immediately attacked from his flank by Wyatt and Kirby. They quickly settled down, one on each arm, as Al and I sat in the two chairs opposing one another on each side of the love seat. Mom was busy in the kitchen -- doing dishes and also bringing us stuff to eat and drink. Both Al and his dad didn't seem to think anything of scratching themselves at any time. I caught Everett's eye once when we both saw Al either readjusting or scratching his crotch. We both half suppressed laugh. No one else seemed to notice. The game wasn't a big one and no one cared who won except for the standings. "You coming home, Son?" Asked Alan. Al looked at me. "Do you have room for me here? We can just leave from here in the morning." "Where are your surf boards?" I queried. "I have a locker at the beach." Figures. "You'd have to sleep with me, but it's a double bed." Al's eyes got kinda big, but then he quickly recovered and said, "Why not? I promise not to molest you." There was nervous laughter all around. When Alan left I was surprised to see him give his son a hug and even a kiss on the cheek. Al whispered something to his dad, and he left. I could hear the roar of his engine as he left. Dad said, "You couldn't get me a discount on one of those, could you -- say like about a 90% discount? Well, you boys be good and don't -- um -- make too much noise. Heh, I guess that's silly, isn't it, telling two grown men to behave themselves." "I still got 6 weeks, Dad!" I laughed. "G'night!" I said, and gave dad a hug like Alan had his son. Then I kissed him. He only smiled at me. When we got into the bedroom, Al asked if he could take a shower before bed. "It's just something I'm used to doing." I of course supplied him with a towel. While he was in the shower, Everett came in and pouted. "I guess your little brother can't snuggle with you tonight huh?" As we were hugging g'night, Al came in, his towel wrapped around his waist. Before Everett left he undid his towel and brought it up to dry his hair. That left his eyes covered and left us gawking at a very nice, half cut piece of meat, hanging low over some of the largest nuts I ever saw. I think I caught him peeking out of the towel at us and smirking. Now who was flaunting!? When he was finished, he dropped the towel next to the bed. "Which side do you prefer, Ben?" "Doesn't matter." I replied. "Then if you don't mind, I'll take this side so I'll be closer to the toilet -- in case I gotta pee in the night." Then, totally naked, he slipped between my sheets. G'night Everett!" Ev kissed my cheek and closed the door behind him as he left. I turned the light off quickly so Al couldn't see my red cheeks. I walked around to the other side of the bed and sat down. He turned around, facing me in the dark. I took off all my clothes. "You always get undressed in the dark?" He said. "Not always." I said, grabbing my sleep shorts from under the pillow he was lying on. "Oh, sorry! So this IS your side of the bed!" "It doesn't matter. It's just the closet pillow when I get dressed." I said as I climbed into the sheets next to him. He was not exactly clinging to his side of the bed. So - - I did - - half the night. He slept like a baby. I didn't. I slept, but I kept waking up in a panic worried I might creep over next to him. I finally went to sleep all the way -- probably about 3 hours after we went to bed. In the morning, I first heard my dad walking from his bedroom to the kitchen, and then I felt skin on top of my chest, and realized it was Al's arm. It was still pretty dark in the room. I had left the edge of the bed all right, lying on my back, but he was still more on my side than his own, his arm around my tummy. My boner was almost touching his wrist. I carefully turned over so my back was to him. He scooted up behind me and pulled me closer, his boner touching my butt, and said, "Mmm- don't go away sweetie. I'll get cold." He said and he played with the hair on top of my head. I froze. He then turned himself over and backed up to me, and sighed a big soft snore. I inched away from him and out of the bed. I padded down the hall to Everett's room. I opened the door and all 3 boys were asleep. I sat on the floor next to Ev's bed, then squeezed his arm. "Mmm?" he said and opened his eyes. "Oh -- it's you." I grinned. "Who else would it be?" "Sometimes Mick or Mack comes in. "Oh!" I said. I should have guessed. "We don't do anything. Maybe a suck sometimes. But nothing really." "Oh." I tried not to sound surprised again. "Oh! That's right ! Al is in your room." He said. "Um - Why um -- why are you here? Did he kick you out?" "He sort of just took over my side of the bed. He thought I was a girl, I think." "You coulda just climbed in his side." "Trust me -- I couldn't." "Wanna snuggle?" Everett asked, pulling back the sheets and covers. I climbed in and snuggled up behind him and closed my eyes. He seemed to go back to sleep. He turned around to face me, so I did too, so he was spooning me now. I closed my eyes and could not get the image from my head of Al spooning me. I got up. "G'night Ben" Said Ev, groggily. I went to the living room and grabbed a blanket that was kept under the table. I lay on the love seat, and covered up. Dad walked by and looked in. "Huh? Why are you in here?" He said. "I think Al thought I was a girl." "He wha -- oh! Haha!" he said smirking. "Shut up!" I said and Dad laughed again. About that time, Al came around the corner. "What's up?" He said. "You pushed my boy out of the bed." "Oh!! I wondered why I woke up on your side. I had a pretty wild -- uh-oh! So - - it wasn't all dream? Sorry, Dude. I guess I shoulda told you. I've done that before to another friend. You shoulda woke me up! What base did I get to with you?" He grinned. "Oh, sorry Mr. Hastings." Dad chose to ignore what was said. "So -- you boys are heading for the beach today, huh?" "Either that or we'll just lie around in bed all day!" I said. Both of them laughed at that. Al was in his swim suit already. "Don't wake your mother up. She also didn't sleep well last night. There's cold cereal if you are okay with - " "I love cold cereal!" Said Al. "I can't get away with it at home." "Well anyway, I have to leave for work. You boys behave yourselves. No grab-ass -- at least with each other!" "Very funny, Dad!" Dad walked out the front door, and Al followed me into my room. He lay back down on the bed and said, "When you are ready, let me know. And he closed his eyes. I watched him push it down through his shorts. He opened up his eyes and caught me looking. "Don't take too long. It's best to get there early." He said and put his hand down into his shorts and rubbed -- something -- in there. Notes. So what's Al up to? Is he trying to get Ben laid? Would Ben even go for any thing with a girl? Would you? I wouldn't! comments welcome -- to Steve at stevethomas535@hotmail.com. Thanks and love, Steve