Date: Tue, 19 Oct 1999 13:16:24 EDT From: Breakers76@aol.com Subject: The DJ Part 1 This story is fiction any similarities between persons either living or dead is purely coincidental (although any good writer will write what he knows). This is a story that deals with male-to-male relationships as well as homosexual sex. If this offends you or is illegal in your location please do not read any further. This statement releases me the author and the site wherein this story is posted from any legal action. Copyright 1999 by Patrick Sean Purdy. The DJ Prologue So good, I was at college for the first semester of my third year. Over the previous two years I had made some really great friends, but in that time I had one thing gnawing at me. I was gay. So here I was sitting in my apartment thinking about the fact that there were a few really cute guys in my classes, and also thinking there were some really big homophobes too. Sometimes they were one in the same. Oh well. However, my twenty first birthday was coming up and I really had this feeling like I am an adult, I pay my own bills, I pay for school, I have a job . . . I AM AN ADULT. With all the rights and responsibilities that come with being one. The responsibilities reared their ugly heads every day as I wrote a rent check, trotted off to class or work, and all the other things people do to survive. What of the rights, though? All right, I live on my own, I go out whenever I feel like it, and stocking a liquor cabinet will become so much easier in a few weeks. Those are all well and good, but what about those inalienable rights of which Thomas Jefferson spoke? Specifically " . . . life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness . . ." I already had the first two, life and liberty, as much as any man, but the pursuit of happiness seemed to be eluding me. Right then and there I made up my mind and came to the most important decision in my life to that point. I was going to out myself. I picked up the phone and called my mother. I was so nervous I just ended up running on autopilot. Mother: "Hello?" Me: "I'm gay, I like men . . . that way!" "Evan, is that you? I already know." "What?!? You already . . . but how . . . when . . . what?!? You already knew?!? You never bought it up?!?" "Well, you had to make that decision for yourself. I pushed too hard with your brother, sister, and their lives, so I was determined not to make the same mistake with you." I let her announce it to each family member slowly. Now, grandmother loves me just as much; my brother is weird but not more than before, just in a different way; and my sister wants makeup tips, sorry Sis, I'm not a flamer or drag queen, although I do have better tastes in clothes. My friends were a little more difficult. I went over to Matt's place where everybody hung out. A good amount of guys and girls were there, including Matt, Joel, Nate, Jason, Emily, Lisa, and Tammy. So I sat down and was playing MotoRacer on N64 with Jason. Next thing I know, I'm out in front winning. He says, best two out of three, because he usually wins and he likes to rub it in my face. We play again and he wins. So last race and everybody is watching or talking and just having a good time and it's close but I win. I just jump and yelled, "Yeah, how do you like that!?! Getting beat by a fag, you like it, huh!?!" In my excitement I realize suddenly what I just said. After they all wiped the dumb expressions off of their faces we all sat down and discussed the issue at hand. Everyone says they support me, but the guys are a little quieter than they used to be; afraid of alienating me by talking about girls or offending me with a bad joke. Please, get over it guys. The girls on the other hand all wanted to be fag-hags of some sort or another. However, when all of us guys and girls get together everything works out just fine. Chapter 1: The Club My story really starts off about two weeks after the coming out incident and about a week before my 21st birthday. We were doing most of the celebrating now, because my birthday fell right at the beginning of midterms, What a bummer for me. Anyway, it was Monday night and we all headed to Jacksonville or 80's night at the Milkbar. I was dancing it up with Emily and Lisa most of the night listening to the DJ spin smoothly from one awesome mix to another of my favorite 80's songs. I was in heaven . . . well almost. It wasn't a gay club so I couldn't try to pick up one of the few cute guys I saw there. At one point Lisa went to go get a drink and to just cool off. Taking her place being my other dance partner was Heather, a classmate of Emily's. Heather kept glancing at me seductively, I don't think she knew the big news; which was fine because that's the way I wanted it. Not hidden, but if you asked me point blank I'll tell you. Anyway, she kept whispering in Emily's ear and kept giving me cutesy eyes, which I flashed right back. Em and I communicated with our eyes and it was confirmed, Heather wanted me and didn't know I was gay. She probably thought what all the guys at the club were thinking that night . . . how the hell does he always have two girls all over him? Plus, as Emily told me later, I was exactly her type. So the three of us are dancing and Emily just threw her arms up, after Heather had been whispering something or other, and motioned towards me. I'm dancing with Heather and Emily and Lisa are sitting not too far away to see the action, as Heather tries to bump and grind her way into my heart and loins. I guess she saw Em, Lisa, and I doing it earlier. Next thing I know, Human League starts playing and I am filled with "Don't you want me, baby?" I started talking to Heather going on and on about how I love the music, I want to know where this DJ gets his mixes and anything else that might tell poor Heather I'm not talking about her, hoping she'll ask. I don't want to have to put the poor girl down with an, "I'm gay, so stop trying." That would be too rude. Well, poor Heather didn't catch the line I was throwing her, instead she tried to get favor with me by announcing that she used to date this DJ's best friend and she'd be glad to introduce me. What a sweet girl. She puts her arm in mine and we head over to the DJ booth in the back of the club, by the back bar. He recognized her right away, and gave her a "Hi" sign. She reached in through the window and gave him a peck on the cheeks and introduced me. I felt awkward because here was this nice girl doing something for me in hopes of getting something out of tit that would never happen. That awkwardness gave way as a whole new problem set in. The DJ was gorgeous. He put out his hand and said, "Hi, I'm Brandon." I just mumbled telling him my name was Evan, and Heather translated for me. This DJ was a walking ideal. He stood about 5'10" and 160 pounds. A trim, athletic build, which was clearly defined by his tight club cloths; including tight leather pants and a skin tight sheer black nylon shirt. His face was mostly square with an oval chin. He was pale, though not so much as I am, and the contrast between that and his dark, actually black hair, made his face illuminate from within. His hair was short shaved on the sides, but about two inches long on the top. He put gel in it and combed it down neatly, but with a spiked-up front. It fit him so perfectly. And his eyes were of a blue-gray shade. Heather looked at me quizzically for a second and continued telling Brandon how much I loved his music. He offered his thanks and said he'd be taking a break in a few so why not all of us go have a drink. I kind of felt out of place, because Heather was now going all out for Brandon, either she noticed something and figured me out, or the girl was fickle. I excused myself to go to the bathroom, and when I came back Brandon was in the booth, but Heather was nowhere. I sat at the end of the back bar on the other side from where the DJ booth was and ordered a Coke. Next, I hear Brandon announcing his break and he throws on some house music. He steps out of the booth and walks to the end of the bar closest to him, then Heather is at his side. I get the bartender and have him put their drinks on my bill before they get them. When the bartender served them their drinks he told them my offer, and they raised their glasses to me, with Heather giving me a wink and Brandon giving me a big, white smile that was to-die-for. I didn't know for sure if it was an "I know you're gay," or a "Thanks for letting me hook up with him," wink she gave me. In any event it didn't matter. Brandon and Heather were talking for about five minutes, when I noticed an exchange of cards between the two. I couldn't help but stare at them, because he was so very good-looking. He caught me a couple of times, but I pretended to be spaced out and lost in thought, which wasn't a total lie. Now that she had digits, Heather pecked Brandon on the lips and went off, to find Emily no doubt. Brandon then got off his barstool and started coming towards me. I felt my pulse-rate rise and my heart began to beat faster. "Thanks for the drink man, you didn't have to do that." "I know, but it was the least I could do, after all your music is pretty great! I've never had such a good time here. Where do you get your mixes and stuff?" Well it was something to say rather than, "Duh" "Thanks again. Listen, I get a thirty-minute break in an hour. We can talk then, cool?" Was it cool? Hell's yeah. "Yeah, sure. That sounds cool. I know you gotta' get back to work." "Yeah. Hey Evan, if you don't get to talk to me, here's my card. Call me and I can answer annn-ny questions you have." He said trailing that one word. "Great, talk to you later." How cool was this? I'm gonna get to talk to my dreamboat, even if he is straight, about the music he makes. At that point I started thinking about the music I could make with him as his ass left my view, heading towards the DJ booth. I stood at the bar finishing my drink and stealing glances at Brandon all the while. I was definitely in lust. I made it a point to get people to go out for 80's Night more often. When I finished my drink I went back to my friends. Matt came up to me and said, "So, we heard that Em's friend, Heather, was all over you!" He wore a big grin upon his face and he elbowed me playfully in the ribs. I jabbed him back and said how funny I thought it was. I turned to Em and asked her if she told Heather the truth. "I didn't have to. According to Heather, you are the sweetest thing on Earth." "Why?" I asked, turning to look over at Heather, who was talking excitedly to the other girls. She saw me and ran over to me, gave me a big hug and was talking excitedly. "Thank you sooo much Evan. I don't know how you knew or how to thank you. After all, I told you that he was my ex's roommate, but how did you know I was even interested in him?!? Thank you so much again. He's not even living with my ex anymore, he's on his own. Plus, his music business is really picking up too. Look, he even gave me his number and told me to give a call." She pulled out his business card and waved it at me. This girl would not break for a second and I just kept giving Em looks. She just shrugged her shoulders back at me. Barely missing a beat, Heather kept right on talking. "Oh my God! Listen to me," she asked; as if I could do anything else. "I'm just going on and on about me and Brandon, and how much I like this guy, and I never stopped to think about your feelings. I'm sorry that's really kind of mean, after all you were so sweet, but that doesn't mean I should rub it in like this." I really had to keep composure, because that was just too funny. I looked and Em was having the same problem. "It's all right," I said. "No, it's not," Heather replied, "After all, I like you; you're sweet, cute, smart, and probably a million other great things too. But . . . this thing with Brandon is something I've been wanting to do for a while, except it wasn't okay for me act on it before. Now, I meet you and see him, in the same night and have to do it this way. Can you forgive me? Please? I know I seem awfully selfish, but I'm not. Please forgive me." "Listen," I started, "Of course I can. Em here can tell you that if nothing else I am two things: understanding and forgiving. I am not the heartless bastard she portrays me to be most of the time." "What," asked Em, "Me? No sir, I do not say mean things behind your back." "I know," I replied, "You never have a problem telling me face-to-face how bad I am." "Evan! You can be the Devil incarnate sometimes," Em said, starting to pout. "I know, but that is why you love me so much." I just smirked. Heather flung her arms around me once again, hugging me tightly. "Thank you again, Evan. You are a true sweetheart!" She ran back over to the other girls, to talk more about her DJ I suppose. Em started giggling. "See, isn't that the funniest thing? I just couldn't tell her about you. Seriously Evan, that was a sweet thing to do, though." I just put a sheepish look upon my face, because all of the sudden I realized a couple of things. Em looked at me for a second. She was trying to read me. "What? Evan?" She said my name like my Mom would whenever I was suspected of a household crime. "Oh, nothing." "No, not nothing. You know something what's up?" I asked about the first of my two realizations. "Did Heather say when she was going to meet Brandon next?" "She said that she was going to call him tomorrow, because that was what he suggested. Why? What do you know?" My eyes lit up. There was more hope than I thought. I was going to be meeting him in less than an hour, but Heather had to wait until tomorrow. Of course, if he was straight then all that meant was that he wasn't really interested in Heather. I felt bad for her. "Evan," Em asked, punching me in the arm, "What is it?" "Well," I said reaching into my pocket for Brandon's card, "Heather isn't the only one that got Brandon's number!" "You mean he's gay?!" "Not exactly, although I wouldn't be disappointed if he was. This kid is a hottie. Oh my God, Em, if you saw him you'd melt. His face, his body, his charm . . . it is all to die for. "Anyway," I continued, breaking my reverie, "He gave me the card as a business thing, but only in case I couldn't meet him to discuss his music during his half-hour break tonight. Which starts in . . . " I glanced down at my watch, " . . . Oh, forty-five minutes. If he was really interested in Heather, he would've told her about that break, not left it open for some unforeseeable music discussion." "Well," Em asked. "Should we tell her about that?" "What are you, crazy? Of course we are not going to tell her. For one, it's not our place to break her hopes and dreams about a guy. Second, and most important, I won't be able to talk to him and stare at that gorgeous face." "Evan! That is the most selfish thing I've ever heard." "Yeah, but the first point is valid. She'll resent us if we say anything." "True," Em agreed. Well, thirty seconds later my selfish point didn't matter as I heard a fight breaking out behind Em and I. Next thing I hear is Matt yelling, "Come on Nate, this asshole ain't worth it." I look and Matt and Jason are holding back Nate, Joel has got himself between Nate and the other guy and the bouncers are quickly taking control of the situation. Apparently, the other guy said something rather rude about Lisa when she didn't return his amorous advances. Well, Nate and Lisa kind of have something going and Nate had been handling his beverage a little heavy, so he decided he had to defend her. It was all good though; no punches were thrown though Nate got pushed. Nate would've hurt the other guy too, if it hadn't been for Matt and Jason grabbing him in time. Without being asked by, and some reassurances to, the bouncers, we decided to leave and continue our evening back at Matt's apartment. My time to chat with, and see, Brandon went away. "Oh well, I still have his number," I thought to myself. Chapter 2: Tempting Fate The next morning I was cleaning out my pockets, and I came across Brandon's number amongst the change and receipts that had gathered from the night before. Right then I had a really great idea. I was going to hire Brandon for Thanksgiving. Months ago, most of us had decided that instead of spending money on tickets to go see family, which we would see in less than a month at Christmas, that we would spend Thanksgiving together. After all, a few of us had apartments, a few had jobs that would appreciate someone being around for the weekend, and some had both. So, I had secured us a secluded beach-house for the extended weekend, from Wednesday afternoon until Sunday afternoon. The money we had spent on the house and beach bon-fire permits would come back to us by throwing a huge beach party Wednesday night. Anybody that lived within three hours could party all night and get up and drive home on Thursday. I decided to call later in the afternoon between classes and work. "Hello?" "Hi, is this Brandon?" "Yeah, this is me. How can I help you?" "Brandon, this is Evan. We met last night at the Milkbar, I was Heather's friend." "Oh yeah, what happened to you last night. I was looking forward to our little chat." "A friend of mine got in a scuffle, so we had to cut our night short. That's not why I called you though. I was wondering what you were doing on the Wednesday night before Thanksgiving." "Why?" Funny, but that 'Why?' sounded kind of strange to me. "Well, some friends of mine are throwing a Thanksgiving beach party, and we could use a DJ. Are you free?" "Let me check my book. Hmmm, Wednesday . . . before Thanksgiving . . . yeah. I'm open that night." "Great, this'll be such a surprise for my friends." We chatted a little longer decided on a price, I gave him the address and then we hung up. I was ecstatic. I grabbed my stuff, and headed off to my part-time office job. Chapter 3: The Party The week of mid-terms had come and gone. Everyone had done their best and so much studying took it's toll. Due to the upcoming party the weekend went by kinda slow and relaxed, no heavy partying. Finally, it was Tuesday afternoon, and I went to my office job as usual. I saw Brian, the guy who was renting his house to us and he gave me the keys. He said he should be gone by 4pm the next day, and that after that it was ours until Sunday. I was so excited, my birthday was the Wednesday before, but we waited for the beach-house party to celebrate. On the big day, classes couldn't have gone by slower. Ahead of us all was a three day weekend and what promised to be one of the biggest parties yet. After classes were out we still had to get decorations, the keg, liquor, mixers, and tons of other stuff. Finally, around 4:30pm we got it all and headed out to the beach house. Words can barely describe what we got for our money. The place was huge. It had a circular driveway, it was painted pure white, with glass and aluminum all over the place. A house that looked like a shining jewel. We went inside, and what we saw was even more amazing. Marble. Marble on the floors, the walls, kitchen counters, and everywhere. I heard Nate say, "Holy shit! You never told us about this dude!" "Oh the pool," I answered. "Yeah, it's heated too, not to mention the jacuzzi just at the other end. Brian told me he'd have it all set for us. He and his wife hardly use it, he said." Over the course of the next hour we set up the party. We set up banners, balloons, the kegs, liquor, food, tiki torches, bonfire wood and everything else we needed to pull this night off. When we were finished we made the first round of daquiries and margaritas, then headed to the jacuzzi. As the warm water swirled around me I spoke. "I have one more surprise for you guys, something that'll make this night go better than we hoped." "What is it, we got girls, alcohol, food, alcohol, this place, alcohol, what's missing Evan?" Matt asked. "You'll see. It should be here around 6:30 or 7:00." At a quarter 'til seven I heard a car pull into the driveway, I knew it was Brandon and said, "Surprise is here." Everyone was wondering what or who it was. I walked to the front to welcome Brandon and thank him for coming. I told him I'd help him with his equipment. As we entered the house carrying his monitor I said, "Now, ladies and gentlemen, this party is ready. Meet the DJ!" "A DJ, no way dude," said Matt with everyone else agreeing. "How'd you get a DJ?" "Well, when I told my Mom I wasn't coming home for Thanksgiving, her check for travel expenses was already in the mail. You guys probably don't remember the last time you heard our DJ here," I said, indicating Brandon with my chin as we passed through the house, "But you almost got us kicked out of the Milkbar, Nate." The other guys and myself helped Brandon set up on the deck by the pool. As we walked in and out of the house Brandon noticed the banner and asked who it was for. I told him it was for me, and he made a remark about embarrassing me over the system. "You'd better not," I replied, "Remember who's paying you." After setting up, we started the music, lit the bonfires and awaited guests. People started to arrive little by little, then it started to really fill up. We had more people than I can remember. This was turning out to be a party not soon forgotten. I was over here talking to people, then over there, down on the deck, out on the beach, up in the living room. It was a wild night. The whole time though I kept stealing glances at Brandon. He was off in his world of music when he was spinning. It was then that he looked heavenly. The guy was beyond cute, but not beefy enough to be a stud. He was simply in between, simply gorgeous. I saw people at the party I hadn't seen since my first year. Hell, I saw people there I'd never seen before. I'm sure there were a few local high-school kids there. All that didn't matter though. We were out of city limits, a mile from the nearest house, had bonfire permits and one of our good friends there was the daughter of a county commissioner. It's good to cover your bases and to know people. It was about two o'clock and the party was in full swing with no signs of stopping when I realized something. I grabbed a drink for Brandon and walked over to him. "Here," I shouted, handing him the drink, "I know you haven't gotten much for yourself tonight." "Thanks, you guys know how to throw a party," he shouted in reply. "Thanks. You got a second to talk," I asked. "Sure, what do you need?" "Well, it's about the time; I know I've only paid you for another hour, but I don't think that matters much to my guests. How much per hour just to keep playing?" "I'll keep playing, we'll work something out afterwards. Don't worry I won't screw you," he promised. I swear I saw him mouth the word "unless." "That's great, thanks a lot." So there I had it, an all night DJ. The party went on for almost four more hours. Not until 5:30 in the morning did Brandon stop playing and spinning. The guy was a marathon man when it came to music. Nothing could have ruined the party at that point. Everybody danced, drank, laughed, and had a great time. God, what a way to start a holiday weekend.