Kyle, Part 3
Disclaimer: This story is a continuation of the story of Kevin Foley, Rick Mashburn, and their "sons," Tim Murphy, Kyle Goodson, Justin Davis, and Brian Mathews that started in "Tim," continued in "Justin" and "Kyle," "Kyle, Part 2," and now continues in "Kyle, Part 3." It is about gay men and gay boys living and loving together as a family, and it contains descriptions of sex. The sex is never intergenerational, though. If you are offended by descriptions of gay sex, or if the law in your area forbids you to read them, please exit the story. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy it. I appreciate feedback, and you can send it to me at email@example.com.
The trip to New Orleans was the best thing I had ever done, and the most fun. Kevin's parents and his brother and sister-in-law were about the nicest people I'd ever known, and I got to know them even better than I had over Thanksgiving. Beth, Kevin's mom, loved me, and I knew it. That fact alone was enough to make my whole year, let alone a vacation.
It was during that trip that I got over my fear of butt sex. We had bought these tube-shaped things--dildos, Kyle called them--at a gay shop in the French Quarter, and Kyle had showed us how to use them. I was the guinea pig because Brian wanted to know how to do it. Kyle was a boy I could be in serious lust with, but I knew he was taken, and taken good. But, oh, did he ever know how to make that dildo thing feel good in me! When I came, I came so hard I thought I was going to break it off inside me.
The best thing was, it didn't hurt a bit. The doctor had fixed my ass real good, but I think it also had to do with Kyle's method of doing it. He did it real slow, taking his time. He even licked and kissed and sucked on my hole before he even put his finger in me. Nobody had ever done anything like that to me before, and I think that added to the enjoyment I had. Ole Brian must have gotten an eye full of it, too, because later on that same night we did that stuff again, and Brian did exactly like Kyle had done. I did it to Brian, too, and he got off on it big time. Later on my sweet little angel asked me if I would do it to him again, only using my dick instead of the dildo.
"I've only ever done it one time," I said. "I don't think I do it very good."
"You don't have to if you don't want to, but I'd like to try it, if you would."
"I don't have any condoms," I said.
"Do you think Kyle has any," Brian asked.
"I kind of doubt it. They don't use 'em."
"Didn't the doctor tell you that you don't have any diseases," he asked.
We were in bed together having that conversation, and my dick was almost hurting me it was so hard for him. The doc had told me I was completely disease free, but he said it was a good idea to keep on using condoms. I had told him my ass-fucking days were over (not in so many words, of course), but I asked him if he thought it should be a requirement for me. He said, no, not a requirement if I was in a relationship with a guy and neither of us was fucking around on the other one, but it was a good idea, regardless.
"Brian, I love you, and I want you in every way, Baby, but I'm not going to risk it, even now. But I'll buy some tomorrow, if you still want me to," I said.
"Yeah, that'll be good. I love you, too, Justin. I really, really do," he said.
He said it so cute, it almost melted my heart.
The next day I did buy some condoms, and some lube, too. That afternoon, while we were getting dressed for the party, Brian and I played around. I slipped it to him after I took a long time getting him ready for it. When I had done it that one time with Jason, we were just experimenting so he could see what it felt like. I had come in about thirty seconds after I was in him, though, and it wasn't very good for him.
"Buddy, jerk me off or suck me off before we do it," I said to Brian that afternoon.
"I don't want to shoot as soon as I get inside you," I said.
"Is that what happened with Jason," he asked.
Brian had developed him some pretty good oral skills, and he put them to work on me that day. I got hard again right away after he did that, which is something I don't ever have a problem doing, and I eased into my boy. I kept a close eye on his face to make sure I wasn't going too fast or hurting him in some way, and all I saw was the look of feel-good.
That night we were shooting pool with Tim and Kyle at that leather bar, and Brian spoke up.
"Something happened this afternoon," he said. "Something very special."
"What was it? Did Justin finally get a hard-on," Kyle asked. He was concentrating on his game but not so hard he couldn't find a way to tease me.
"He gets 'em all the time, Kyle," Brian said, like he was defending me or something.
"I know, Buddy. I'm just busting his balls a little bit," Kyle said, laughing at Brian for being so serious. "Hell, he just about lives with one, don't you, stud." He groped me when he said that. I didn't mind, and nobody in there who might have seen it minded, either.
"This afternoon, we did it," Brian said, "and it was wonderful."
"You did what," Kyle asked.
"I made love to him up the butt," I said.
"Noooo, shitttttt," Kyle said. He shook my hand and shook Brian's hand. "You really are a stud, aren't you, big boy?" Kyle was grinning and laughing all over himself. He seemed really happy for us.
"It's cool, isn't it," Tim asked. "It didn't hurt, either, did it?"
"It really didn't," Brian said.
"So when are you going to take it up yours, or did you do that today, too," Kyle asked me.
"We didn't have time today, but it'll happen soon. Maybe even tonight. Or tomorrow morning. Or both," I said.
"So you really are ready for it," Kyle asked me
I took his hand and put in on the hard bulge in my jeans.
"Yep, you're ready," he said, laughing. "Let's get the hell out of here so you guys can have some fun. We might need to have us some fun tonight, too. What do you think, Tim?"
"Don't we every night?"
"Y'all fuck every night," I asked.
"Not butt fucking every night, no. We make love some way, though, even if it's just kissing and holding each other," Kyle said.
"We do that, too," I said.
"That guy who was talking to Kevin just left," Kyle said. "Let's go see if we can go home."
We did go home then, and that night I had a dick inside me for the first time in a long time. The big difference was I wanted that one there. And they were all correct in what they had said. It didn't hurt, and it did feel good. Real good.
The kids' reactions to the pool table, the ping pong table, and the exercise equipment were perfect. They were surprised and excited, and they started using them right away. Rick went out there with them as soon as the company left, and he came back inside a little later covered with sweat.
"Did you get them set up," I asked.
"Yeah. I'm going to write out an individualized program for each of them, but I basically showed them how to use the various machines. Brian said he had taken weightlifting in middle school," Rick said.
"What are they doing now," I asked.
"When I left, they were getting ready to play strip pool," he said.
"How were they going to play that," I asked.
"Oh, Kyle had it all figured out. They were going to play Eight Ball, and whenever you scratch, you have to take something off. Considering all they had on was shorts, a jock, and shoes and socks, I don't think it'll take them too long to get naked," he said. "They wanted to put the heat on in the pool, but I told them no because it's too cold for that."
"Did anybody try out the basketball goal," I asked.
"Jeff was shooting baskets by himself a few minutes ago. Jeff probably won't turn into a body builder anytime soon," he said.
"He didn't like it," I asked.
"Naw. He did it because that's what we were doing, but if Kyle and Jus did three sets of ten reps, Jeff did one set of five," he said.
"He sounds like me," I said.
"I know." He chuckled.
The guys came in around 4:30. They took showers and came back downstairs looking kind of tired.
"Did you guys have a good day," I asked.
"Yes, sir," Kyle answered. "Is there any more stuff from breakfast?"
"Yeah, heat it up, Kyle," Rick said.
"Okay. I'll heat it all up for whoever wants it," he said.
He came back in in a few minutes with a plate full of food. The rest of them got up then and went to get food of their own. Rick and I were going to have dinner at some friends' house, so we didn't eat with them.
"I like the way we did this," Tim said. "When we were at my grandparents' house in Boston for Christmas, we always had a huge dinner. This is better."
"We've had so much rich food lately, we probably need a rest from it," Rick said. "The friends we're eating with tonight have what they call a Christmas anti-dinner. It's going to be red beans and rice, roast, and salad. That's it. We ate with them last year on Christmas night, and they said they have the same thing every year."
"I reckon we'll want to stay clear of these two tomorrow, boys," Justin said.
"Why?" Brian seemed annoyed that Jus would say that.
"Big plates of red beans? Figure it out, Buddy," he said.
Kyle let out a loud fart just then for comic effect.
"See? Just talking about the beans got the stud going," Jus said.
We all laughed, both at Justin and Kyle.
"Ok," Kyle said. "Three gay guys are naked in a hot tub, like that one in North Carolina, right?
"All of a sudden, this big wad of cum comes floating to the surface.
"They see it and look at one another.
"'Okay,' one guy says. 'Who farted?'"
We all laughed, but we knew that was gross.
"Jesus Christ, Kyle. That's as gross a one as I've ever heard," Rick said.
"Yeah, except a guy in that hot tub named Rick smashed his head against the head of a guy named Kevin when they both went after it," Justin said.
Kyle thought that was hilarious, and he and Justin laughed their asses off over it.
"I've got one more," Kyle said.
"Is it nasty like that one," I asked.
"No, sir. It's a good one. You'll like it.
"This guy goes into a bar with an alligator on a leash. He jumps up on the bar with the gator and says, 'Who in here will buy me a drink if I put my entire package into this gator's mouth without him biting it off?'
"Everybody said they would buy him a drink, but they thought the guy was crazy.
"The guy drops trou and puts his dick and balls in the gator's mouth. The gator closes his mouth, and the guy cracks the gator on the head with a beer bottle to get him to open up. The guy comes out of the gator's mouth fine. They all cheer and buy him a drink.
"A little while later, he jumps back up on the bar and says, 'I'll give a hundred dollars to the next guy who is willing to do the same thing.' Everybody in the place said 'no way.' Then this one guy in the back raises his hand. 'I'll do it,' he said, 'but you have to promise not to hit me in the head with the beer bottle.'"
Everybody laughed, and Kyle and Tim tapped knuckles over it.
"That was cute, Kyle," I said.
"Kyle didn't say it, but the gator's name was Rick," Justin said.
"Are the friends coming over tomorrow night," Kyle asked after the jokes had been put to bed.
"That's the plan," I said. "We're going to grill steaks. Y'all can organize pool and ping pong tournaments, since we won't be able to swim."
"We can dance," Justin said.
"True. We'll probably cut the rug," I said.
They all looked at me with total incomprehension.
"'Cut the rug' means dance," I said.
"That comes from cowboy days. They used to dance with their spurs on, and that would tear up a rug," Kyle said.
"How'd you know that," Rick asked.
Tim laughed. "He just made it up, Rick."
"You little shit," Rick said to Kyle, laughing.
"It makes sense though, doesn't it," Kyle asked.
"Yeah, I guess so," Rick said.
"What are you guys going to do tonight," I asked.
Kyle pantomimed shooting pool.
"Is the table pretty good," I asked. "Is it level and all?"
"Yeah, it's great," Jus said. "I played on a pool table one time where the felt was so nappy the balls would hardly roll. This one is the total opposite of that. This one is perfect."
"Rick said you were playing strip pool. Did anybody have to get naked?"
They all started laughing.
"Who was it," I asked.
Kyle raised one finger of his right hand and grinned sheepishly.
"I thought you were good at pool, stud," Rick said.
"I thought so, too, until today," he said.
"Did you have your camera out there," Rick asked.
"Does he go anywhere without his camera," Tim asked.
"So we're going to see some pictures of a naked stud, right," Rick asked.
"Kevin's got to screen them before I do anything with them," he said.
"I'm sure those are fine, Kyle," I said. "I told you, nudity in a natural setting isn't against the law. It's sexual pictures that are porn, man."
"Yeah, but he grew his own cue stick, Kevin," Justin said.
"Shit! Whose side are you on, dude," Kyle asked Jus.
"I'm on the side of truth, justice, and the American way, Bubba," Jus said.
"And somebody took pictures of this natural cue stick," I asked.
"I felt it was my duty," Justin said.
"I want you to look at those, Kev, and there's one of him I want you to look at, too. It's as cute of him as it can be, but he might be just a little bit hard," Kyle said. "I can crop that out though and just keep his upper body and face. That's what's so cute. That other thing ain't hardly worth looking at, anyway."
"Your ass is mine, Bubba," Justin said, laughing.
"Remind us about that tomorrow, okay, Kyle," I said. "Guys, Rick and I need to get going. Are you going to be okay without us?"
"Naw. Probably not. I'm going to light up the Christmas tree as soon as y'all are out of here, since we missed those bonfires in New Orleans," Justin said. He flicked his lighter when he said that.
We all laughed.
"Seriously, guys. Have fun tonight," I said. "We'll see you in the morning, or tomorrow at least."
"If y'all get hungry later, eat some of that shit left over from the party," Rick said. "Kyle, you're in charge, okay?"
"What is this? Y'all never put anybody in charge before," Kyle said.
"I know. We forgot to tell you. This is a new military dictatorship, and we put the biggest prick in charge when we leave. That could only be you, Kyle."
"You need a more accurate measuring tape, son, if you think that prick is big," Justin said.
"Shit. Kevin, let's get out of here before the pun-ishment starts for real," Rick said.
All of us laughed, and Rick and I left to go out.
Jeff really liked his gift from Clay. I was so happy I thought of doing that. Kevin helped me some with the letter from Clay to Jeff, but it was mostly my words. I can do words; I just can't do numbers too good.
I loved Jeff because my brother did, but I didn't know him very well. He was kind of a hard guy to get to know. He was kind of quiet, which was okay with me, and he wasn't like the rest of us. But we loved and accepted everybody, so Jeff was right there with the rest of us. I knew he was Clay's Tim, so I loved him for that reason alone, if no other.
I couldn't believe the presents we all got for Christmas. We basically got a recreation center: the swimming pool was already there; the basketball goal, the pool table, the ping pong table, and that incredible weight room. That on top of my boat for my birthday. I knew my parents had a lot of money, and I knew Kevin and Rick probably did, too. I wasn't naive. I knew I had a lot of money, too. I didn't have any idea how much, but I knew it was a good bit. But that Christmas was totally awesome for us. Usually it was clothes, a couple of books, a few CD's, maybe a bike or a new stereo if we needed those, but my parents had never been extravagant in their gifts before. It might have just been because there were so many of us.
And, hell, my mom was going on about needing a trip after Christmas because of Clay. We always took a trip after Christmas. It was a custom in our family. Three or four times that I remembered we had gone to Europe for that week or so, but we always took a trip somewhere after Christmas. I was just glad they let me stay home this time. I wanted to hang with Tim and my home boys. Tim and those other guys were my life. They were my family, and I didn't want to go skating in Rockefeller Plaza for the tenth time, or something like that, and see Ground Zero. I hated all that shit that happened there, but I would much rather go with Kevin and Rick and the others to Sarasota. Plus, Tim and I were going to New York in March, anyway.
Christmas night it was just the five of us boys.
"Do y'all want to shoot some pool," I asked.
"Hell, yeah," Justin said.
"Do y'all want to get drunk," I asked.
"Hell, yeah," Justin said.
Justin was turning out to be just like me, more and more. I mean, we liked to do the same things, we both had great boyfriends, we were both pretty good athletes, and we were both the same age and size, more or less. He still had a really thick Alabama accent, which I thought was cute and funny, but he wasn't nearly as country as he was when he first came to us. He had the kind of physique I wanted: strong and muscular without being a body builder.
Plus, his sense of humor was great. It was real dry. He would say stuff that would have the rest of us doubled over in laughter, and he wouldn't even crack a smile most of the time.
He was damn good looking, too. He had some crooked teeth in his mouth, but Tim's daddy had already talked to him about that. That Sonya lady that Doc was dating was itching to get her hands on him for those teeth, and I told Jus that a couple of years in braces would be worth it in the long run. I told him he just needed to be careful with Brian when he had all those wires in his mouth. I expected to see some bloody lips on Brian, from time to time. I was just glad Brian didn't have a foreskin like Tim to get caught in the braces.
"It's going to have to be bourbon and coke, cause that's all I've got," I said.
"No bourbon and 7-Up," Jus asked.
"Yeah, that, too," I said, laughing at him.
"I think I'm going to go upstairs and read," Jeff said. "Kyle, what you did this morning was so incredible, man. Thank you so much. I'll never forget that for the rest of my life."
"You are most welcome, my brother," I said. "I did it for Clay as much as for you, though. You should know that."
"I figured as much, and that even makes it better. I forget how close the two of you were, Kyle. Thank you, though. We're brothers for life, right?"
"Right, Jeff. Absolutely, man," I said. I hugged ole Jeff for the first time, as far as I could remember, and I even gave him a kiss on the cheek.
The rest of us went out to the clubhouse to shoot pool. I took the bottle of bourbon I had snarked, a liter of coke, a bucket of ice, and four plastic cups. We made drinks as soon as we got out there. Brian didn't want any bourbon, and Tim just wanted a little bit, but I gave it good to me and Justin. I didn't want to get so drunk that I was puking and shit, though. I had done that a time or two, and that was awful. I just wanted to get a pleasant little buzz.
We played strip pool again, but that time Justin and Tim were the losers, and they started with a hell of a lot more clothes on than I had that afternoon. I kept my jeans on, at least. I was never embarrassed to be naked in front of those guys, but I had been a little bit that afternoon when I was the only naked one and had gotten a boner. Sheesh!
We shot pool for a long time, and I had a great time. I think Tim and the rest of them did, too.
"I need a cigrette," Jus finally said.
"Me, too, but I think you're starting to slur your words a little bit, Bubba."
"I know. Let's go smoke."
"You can smoke in here," I said.
"I know, but let's go outside and get a little fresh air."
All four of us went outside. Jus and I smoked, but the other boys didn't.
"I don't think you guys know how wunnerful this has all been for me," Jus said.
"Yeah, we do. You told us about that, Jus," I said.
"I know I have, Kyle, but you don't know what it's like to get a whole new life. Kevin wants to make me a manager trainee, man. Do you know what that means?"
"Not exactly, but I guess he does," I said.
"Kyle, it means a life for me that I never even dreamed of," I said. "I don't exactly know what it means either, as far as the job, but it might mean I have some kind of future. A year ago, I didn't have a future, man."
"You might have a very good future, if you stay with Goodson," Kyle said. "I know the owner."
"Yeah, someday, probably. Eventually. And you know what?"
"You'll still be my brother. Even then."
"I hope so," Jus said, "but not for that reason."
"I know, Bubba. It'll be forever."
"Kyle, where are those movies you bought on the trip," Brian asked.
"They're upstairs. I forgot I had those. Do you guys want to watch 'em," I asked.
"What are they," Justin asked.
"One is called Frisky Summer, and the other one is An American in Prague. There are some really hot-looking boys on the covers," I said.
"Go get 'em," Jus said.
We went inside and I got the movies for us to watch in the den. At one point, I had to get up to get a roll of paper towels from the kitchen. We all needed them.
The boys were all in bed when we got home Christmas night. They had obviously watched movies while we were gone, and the cardboard cases were on the coffee table. There was a partial roll of paper towels on the table, too.
"What do you reckon they needed these for," Rick asked with a grin, pointing to the towels.
"Beats me," I said, grinning back.
We turned off the lights and went to bed.
The next day was pretty leisurely and laid back. We had been very busy for almost a full week, and we all needed some "down" time to rest and re-charge. The kids drifted in and out of the house, and I heard the thump of the basketball off and on all day. At one point, I looked out into the yard and saw two boys I didn't recognize playing basketball with Brian and Tim.
"Who were those two guys out there with you," I asked them when they came in to get some lunch.
"Blake and Riley," Tim said.
"Oh," I said.
"Blake lives next door. I know him from school. Riley is his friend. He lives around here, too, somewhere. He was at Blake's house," Tim revealed.
"Are they nice guys," I asked.
"Uh-huh," he said. "Blake's brother is out there, too, shooting pool with Jus and Kyle."
"What's his name?" I felt like George, pulling teeth.
"Morgan. He's a junior," Tim said.
"What grade are Blake and Riley in," I asked. Come on, Tim, I thought, give me the 411 on these guys.
"They're freshmen," Tim said.
"Do you talk to them, Tim?"
He grinned a quizzical grin. "Yeah. What do you mean," he asked.
"Nothing. You're just not talking much today," I said.
"What do you want to talk about?"
"Never mind. Just eat," I said.
In about two minutes, Kyle and Justin came inside, with Morgan, Blake, and Riley in tow. They introduced the new boys to me. Morgan and Blake, the brothers, each had a gold loop in their left ear.
"Get something to eat, guys, if you want," I said.
Kyle got out a couple of bowls of leftovers from New Orleans and from the day before.
"This is good shit, guys," Kyle said.
Morgan looked a little embarrassed that Kyle had said "shit" in front of me, but they didn't comment. They made plates for each of them, and Jus got glasses of ice for soft drinks. They made small talk about pool and what they had gotten for Christmas. Morgan had gotten a car, which the boys all admired. Blake and Riley had gotten smaller, more ordinary gifts.
"Where's Rick," Jus asked.
"I don't know. He said he was going to work on individual weight programs for you guys. I guess that's what he's doing," I said.
They finished eating, and Justin lit up a smoke. The three new boys looked at him in surprise, but he didn't flinch. Nobody said anything, though.
"Kevin, can I take the boat out this afternoon," Kyle asked.
"Yeah, I don't see why not," I said.
"You guys want to go out on the boat," he asked Morgan and the others.
"Yeah, I guess. Where do you want to go," Morgan asked.
"Just out to the island. I haven't been there yet in that boat," Kyle said. "I just got it last month for my birthday."
"Sure," Morgan said.
"You guys stay here and play with us," Tim said to Blake and Riley.
"My mom wouldn't let me go, anyway," Riley said. "She doesn't know Kyle."
The older boys went out on Kyle's boat, and the younger ones stayed home to shoot hoops, shoot pool, and play ping pong.
Kyle and Justin got home around five o'clock. It was almost dark.
"How was the boat trip," I asked.
Kyle and Jus were both wearing jeans and a short-sleeve polo shirt. Kyle had worn his jeans jacket, and Jus had taken a light jacket, too.
"Why didn't you tell us it was so cold, Kevin," Kyle asked.
"Was it cold out there," I asked.
"Yeah, it was cold," he said.
"It is wintertime you know, Bubba," Jus said. "I figured you knew what the hell you were doing. You've lived here all your life, man."
"I know, but I had never been out on that island in the winter, though. It was the wind," Kyle said.
"Is Morgan a friend of yours, Kyle," I asked.
"Yeah. They live next door. They just moved in about a week ago, but I know him from school. His dad's company built that house. They had to sell their old house, and they had to live in a trailer while the new one was being built," Kyle said.
"Is his dad a contractor," I asked.
"No. He has a construction company," Kyle answered.
"That's the same thing, dummy," Justin said.
"Oh. I guess he is, then," Kyle said.
"What's their last name," I asked.
"Crawford," Kyle said. "What time is everybody coming over?"
"Six-thirty. If you guys need a shower, you better go ahead," I said.
"I took a shower this morning," Kyle said. "Are we having oysters tonight?"
"Yeah. Are you going to take care of those for us," I asked.
"That's my job, ain't it?" He grinned. "Let's get some music set up outside, Jus."
"What are you going to play it on," Jus asked.
"My boom box, I guess," he said.
"Rick and I were talking yesterday about setting that up like a clubhouse," I said. "Be thinking about what you want in there, okay?"
"Cool," they both said.
They went off to see about the music and the oysters. I went into the kitchen to see if Rick needed any help.
"Hey," Rick said, when I went into the kitchen.
"Do you need any help," I asked.
"I wish Kyle would get home," he said. "He needs to get those oysters on ice."
"He and Jus are doing that right now," I said.
"Good. Did they have a good time on the boat?"
"Yeah, but they said it was cold on the island. Windy," I said.
"What did they expect at this time of year," Rick asked.
"I don't know. Kyle is pretty deceptive, in some ways, without meaning to be," I said.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, about 80% of the time he seems like a full-grown adult. But then he does something like that. Not taking heavier jackets. And tonight he didn't know that a building contractor is the same thing as somebody who owns a construction company," I said.
Rick laughed. "I know what you mean. Most of the time you think he's 27. Then, every once in a while, he lets us know he's really only 17."
"He and Justin have certainly become good friends lately. I really like that," I said.
"I know. Me, too. He's been really great about taking care of Jeff, too."
"Yeah, he has. That has made me very proud of him. Jeff's a lucky guy to have those boys as his friends," I said.
"For sure," Rick said.
The company started coming in around 6:30. Rick had made lots of hors d'ouerves, and, of course, we had the raw oysters for those who liked them. There was lots of music and laughing and fun.
"Kevin, can Ryan and I show you something," Phillip asked at one point.
"Sure, guys. Do you want privacy for this," I asked. I could tell they did.
"Ryan and I gave each other these for Christmas," Philip said. They pulled off their shirts and showed me two brand new tattoos. They were still kind of pink around the ink lines. They were on their left shoulders, and they were of hot air balloons. The colors in the balloons approximated the colors of the gay rainbow flag. Philip's had "Ryan" written underneath it, and Ryan's had "Philip."
"Those are really cool, guys," I said. "I'm glad you got them high up like that, though."
"Yeah, a tee shirt covers them," Philip said. "It's really just for us and some select friends, like you and Rick," he said.
"Have your parents seen them," I asked.
"Oh, no, sir. No way," Ryan said.
"Well, you might just want to keep them covered up around your parents, you know? But congratulations, boys. Does this mean 'forever' for you guys?"
They grinned and laughed and carried on.
"We knew you'd realize that, Kevin," Philip said. "You're the first one we've showed them to. Not even Kyle yet."
"He and Tim are going to want them, too," I said.
"We've talked about tattoos before with them. We know they want 'em, Kev," Philip said.
"Well, yours are very nice and tasteful," I said. "If they have to have them, they have to have them. I just hope they're as tasteful as yours are."
"This ink won't ever fade, either," Ryan said.
Yeah, right!, I thought. Just wait till it's a dark blue mass on your arm.
"Have fun with those, guys," I said. "They're beautiful pieces of work."
The party headquarters were in the house, but it didn't take much time for everybody to congregate in the clubhouse. There were pool and ping pong tournaments going on, and there were paper charts of the standings posted around the room.
"Kevin, this clubhouse is incredible, man," Jerry said to me at one point.
"Yeah, but is there a nicotine stain on his index finger?"
"You heard me. That's a line from The Music Man, a play," I said.
"Oh, okay. That's the one about them selling band instruments to a town to combat a pool table, right?"
"Right. Very good," I said.
"Did the guys have a good Christmas," Jerry asked. "It sounded like you had a fabulous time in New Orleans when I was here Christmas Eve."
"We did, Jerry. We had a great time."
"Gay family matters. Right?"
"That sounds like a story title, man," I said.
"Maybe it should be," he said.
We put the party away around one o'clock. The boys were wonderful about helping clean up, as they always were.
"Turn the alarm on in the clubhouse," I said.
"How do you do that," Tim asked.
"I'll show 'em," Rick said. He showed the boys how to set the alarms for both the clubhouse and the regular house. Once we got everything cleaned up, we all went to bed.