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 "Kyle, Part 3."  It now continues in "Summer Fun."  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 brew_drinker23@yahoo.com.

--Brew Maxwell

Summer Fun

Chapter 4

(Kyle's Perspective)

We went to sleep pretty early that first night on the island.  We had been up late the night before, and we had had a pretty busy day.  Trixie was so funny.  Both couples kissed a lot and brought each other off that night, and she waited until we were finished to get with somebody.  She finally chose Brian, which I thought was a good choice.

I set the alarm on my watch for six o'clock, but I was awake at 5:30.  We had all been asleep by nine o'clock the night before, probably, so I had gotten a good night's sleep.  I slipped out from around Tim, who had a death grip on me, pissed down-beach from us, and made a little fire for some coffee.  I woke Jus up at six, and he was grumpy as a bear.  He didn't cuss me or anything, though.  He knew he had to get up, as much as he didn't want to.

We watched the sunrise over the bay, and it was really nice.  Everything was calm and peaceful.  Suddenly, Trixie jumped up, but she wasn't wagging her tail.  Then she pounced.  There was a big hullabaloo, shaking her head back and forth real hard, and she came trotting toward us with something in her mouth.  When she got to us she dropped it, and it was the head and about six inches of a snake.

Justin jumped up, and Trixie went after him to lick him and play with him.  When he saw it was dead, he sat back down.  Trix wanted to lick both of our faces, but we made her sit down.

"She saved somebody's life, Kyle," Jus said.

I picked up the stump of the snake she had delivered to us.

"No, it's not poisonous," I said.  "You can tell by the shape of its head," I said.  I had learned that shit in the scouts.

"Still, she went after it like it was a bad one," Jus said.

"I know.  She'll protect us.  Did you see how she went after people falling when they were skiing?"

"Yeah.  That was pretty cool," he said.

"You and I and Trixie need to go hunting this coming year," I said.  "The rest of them aren't going to want to go, except maybe Rick."

"I know," Jus said.  "You ever get a deer?"

"I got one.  When I was fourteen.  It was a doe, though, not a buck," I said.

"Was she pregnant?"

"No, thank God.  I couldn't handle killing a pregnant doe.  It was on a lease where they had way too many deer.  They needed that population thinned, or they would have starved to death.  That's a hard concept to face, but it was true.  We had her butchered, and the meat was good, especially the sausage they made.  My dad's been a hunter all his life.  Clay and I have been, too."

"Is there anything you haven't done, besides biting my dick off," he asked.

I laughed at that.

"Yeah, there's a lot of stuff I haven't done," I said.  "But, there is also a lot that I have done."  Pause.  "Jus, I want you to be honest with me, okay?"

He looked at me funny, but he nodded.

"Am I obnoxious," I asked.

"Obnoxious?  No.  What the hell makes you think that," he asked.  I could tell he was being sincere.

"Well, sometimes you tease me, I think, about who made me the boss and all," I said.

"Yeah, and that's all it is, too.  Teasing.  Kyle, if you didn't have good ideas, and if I wasn't willing to follow you, I wouldn't, man.  We joke around sometimes about whipping each other's ass.  I don't know if you could whip mine, and I don't know if I could whip yours.  I know neither one of us would get out of a fight in one piece.  But that's just joking, you know?"

"That makes me feel better.  I know I can be pretty pushy sometimes, and I know I get on people's nerves when I get hyper."

"But that's just you, Kyle.  It's one reason everybody loves you, Bubba," he said.

"But I don't want to be obnoxious," I said.

"I'll make a deal with you.  If I ever think you're being obnoxious, I'll pull you over for a private chat about it.  How does that sound?"

"That would give me a lot of confidence," I said.  "It's like you would have my back."

"Yeah, it would be, but if you got any more confidence, I don't know where you'd put it," he said.  "Let's get going.  I've got to take a shit, and I'm damn sure not doing it out here."

We cranked the boat and took off.  Trixie had been off exploring or something, but she ran to the edge of the water when she heard the outboard. 

"We're coming back, girl," I said.

She barked a couple of times, like she was saying "hurry back," or something.

(Brian's Perspective)

I was really glad Rick figured out how Justin could go camping with us because I really wanted to go with them.  There was no way I was going to leave Justin at home all by himself, though.  That big ole boy would have been so lonesome that I don't even want to think about it.  Sure, we both liked sex and did it pretty often, but that was not the reason I didn't want him to be home by himself.  It was that I just loved being with him.  He could make me laugh faster than anybody I ever knew, and I loved him.  I didn't know if I loved him as much as Tim loved Kyle, but if Justin and I ended up staying together for life, that would be fine with me.

Trixie had really added a lot of fun to our family.  She was really a smart dog, and I wondered if I could teach her how to do tricks, like her name said.  I had gone to the circus once, and one of the clowns had a dog that could do tricks, like flips and stuff.  It was a little dog, though, not a big one like Trixie.  When we got her, I checked out some information on the Web about Labs.  It said they like a lot of exercise, and Trixie sure got that with Rick every morning and with us the rest of the time.  It also said they love to swim, and that was true of Trixie.  They were really good hunting dogs and would go after ducks, birds, and other smaller animals that hunters shot.  Trixie brought back just about anything you throw for her to catch, so she seems to have that feature.  Mostly, though, Labs were great people dogs, and nothing could have been more true about Trix. 

I had never had a dog, but I always wanted one.  Trixie liked all of us, but I thought she liked me better than she liked some of them.  I knew she liked Kyle the best, though, just like people did. 

I had done some reading about how to train a dog.  Trixie already knew how to sit when we told her to, and she was great about fetching stuff.  When we played frisbee with her, she learned how to catch the frisbee in her mouth and to bring it back to us.  I had never seen a dog do that before, and I thought that was pretty cool.

Kyle and Justin were already gone when I woke up that first morning on the island.  We had four sleeping bags zipped together, so we had a pretty nice area.  I wasn't cold, really, but the air was cool and wet.  I wished Justin was still there to warm me up.

"Bri, are you awake," Tim asked.

"Yeah," I said.

"Are you cold?"

"A little bit," I said.

I was cold more than a little bit, I realized.  My skin had goose bumps on it, and my nipples were hard as two little rocks.  I had an erection from having to pee.

"Do you need to pee," Tim asked me.

"Yeah.  You?"

"Yeah.  I hate to get up to do it, though.  Will you go with me?"

"Yeah," I said.

He and I slowly got up.  Trixie was between us, and she got up, too.  Tim and I walked down to the water, and it took both of us a few seconds to get the pee going.  After we were finished, he said,

"Let's fold the sleeping bags over us.  Trixie can keep us warm."

We both laid down again, but toward the middle of the mat our sleeping bags made.  Trixie got between us, and both of us snuggled up to her.  She was warm and furry and nice.  She licked each one of us a time or two, but then she went back to sleep.  We did, too.


Trixie slithered out from between us when she heard the motor of Kyle's boat.  I think we had slept a long time after we got warm, and Trixie was ready to play.  She got the sleeping bag in her mouth and started pulling it off us.  Tim threw a frisbee to distract her, and he said "fetch."  She went after it.  She had it back to us by the time we were on our feet.

"Hi, guys," Kyle said. 

He was sure bright eyed that morning.  I knew he had taken Jus into work, and I wondered if he had gotten the stuff he said he was going to get.

"Come and eat before it gets too cold," he said.

He had stopped at a breakfast buffet and had bought Tim and me breakfast in styrofoam containers.  There were scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, grits, a couple of biscuits, and a pretty good portion of fresh fruit and melon.  That was typical Kyle.  He was feeding his boys.  But, to my surprise, he had a third styrofoam container.  He opened it, and it was all meat.  It was loaded, too.  He offered it to Tim and me, but we both had enough breakfast on our own plates.  Then he set it down in front of Trixie.

She wanted it bad, but Kyle had told her to stay. 

"Don't tease her, Kyle," Tim said loud.  I could tell Tim was pissed at Kyle for what he was doing to Trixie.

"Tim, shut up, man.  I'm not teasing her.  I'm training her.  She gets to eat when we say, not when she says," Kyle said.

I could tell Tim didn't believe that.

"That's what it says about training a dog," I said.  "Kyle's right, Tim."

In a minute, Kyle told her to eat.  She went after the food.  In a few minutes, though, he said stop.  She didn't stop, so Kyle jerked the food away from her.

"Kyle."  Tim's voice sounded whiney.

"Babe, I'm training her.  I didn't go to the trouble of getting this damn food so I wouldn't let her eat it.  Give me some room here, Tim."

Tim didn't say anything.

Kyle put the plate back down, and she didn't go for it right away.  Then he said eat, and she started eating.

In about thirty seconds, he said "stop" again, but she didn't stop eating.  He pulled it away from her again.

"Sit," Kyle said.

She looked at Tim and me, but then she sat down.

He put the food down in front of her again, and she was whimpering.  She wanted the rest of her breakfast.

He waited a little while, probably less than a minute, and then he said eat.  She started eating again.

In a matter of a few seconds, he said stop.  She took one more bite, but then she stopped.  He snatched it away from her, though.  She was standing up again, and he told her to sit.  She did.

He put the food back down but didn't say anything.  She was squirming and being cute and cocking her head at him.  I wanted him to tell her to eat so bad.  I knew he was going to let her eat again, but he took his own sweet time about it.  Finally he said eat, and she did.

"Stop," Kyle said, when there were just two or three bites left.  To my surprise, Trixie stopped eating, and she sat down without being told to.

"Good girl," Kyle said.  He was all over her, petting her and making her happy.  "Good Trixie," he said, petting her some more.  She got up and started licking his face and hands.

"We're working on licking next," he said.  "Okay, sit."  She sat down, and then he said eat.  She finished her breakfast.

"Good girl," he said.  "Very good girl.  Let's go in the water."

Kyle was only wearing a Speedo and a tee shirt.  He had those off in about two seconds, and he and Trixie went in.  They played in the surf for about fifteen minutes, and then they came back to join us, both of them out of breath.

"Lab's like to eat a lot," I said.  "She needs a lot of exercise so she doesn't get bored and try to run away."

"Do you think she gets enough," Kyle asked.

"We'll just have to see," I said.  "But I think running with Rick and playing with us is pretty much enough."

"I'm going to train her the whole time we're out here," Kyle said.  "In fact, let's all train her.  We can take turns doing what I did."

"Why do we want her to stop eating when we tell her to," Tim asked.

"Because that makes her know who's boss, Tim," I said.  "I read about this stuff on the Internet."

"Me, too," Kyle said.  "Yeah, and we have to be the bosses.  All of us, not just me.  But I'm ready for some fun."


We had fun all day, doing all kinds of stuff.  Kyle caught some chofer fish in his cast net, and we used those for bait.  The four of us went out in his boat until we couldn't see shore, and we fished.  Kyle caught the first one, which was a grouper.  Trixie went crazy when we got it on board because it was flipping around so much.  Kyle told her to sit, though, and she did.  Her tail was going so fast I thought she would wear a hole in the boat, but she didn't try to eat it or anything. 

I caught the second one, and it was too little to keep.  I threw it back, and Trixie went off the side after it.  We lost sight of her, and all three of us were ready to dive in to rescue her.  Then she came up on the other side of the boat from the side she had jumped in on.  The first thing she did when she got back on board was shake off, getting all of us wet.  And, worse luck, she didn't have the fish.

All three of us were naked all day.  Kyle had stopped somewhere and bought some of those sun stickers I had told them about.  We put those things all over ourselves, and all of us put two little hearts on our penises.  We each took one off at the end of the day to see if it was working, and it was.  The heart shape on our skin was a little faint, but it was definitely there.  We had other ones besides those hearts, though, and we put them all over ourselves.  Kyle put an eagle on his right butt cheek and a big one on the small of his back.  It was kind of an abstract design.  If we stayed out there a week, we'd have some awesome designs, courtesy of mother nature.

(Justin's Perspective)

I really hadn't wanted to go to work that first morning we were on the island, but I knew I didn't have a choice in the matter.  Kyle woke me up in plenty of time, and he and I had coffee before he took me in.  I used the bathroom, showered, shaved, and got dressed pretty quick, and Kyle and I had time to stop for breakfast before I had to be at work.  He was in just a bathing suit, tee shirt, and deck shoes, but that was okay.  He had his wallet tucked in the waist band of his suit.

He got me to work at 7:15, and a couple of the other bellhops were already there.

"Who's your boyfriend," one guy asked.  "He's cute."

"That's Kyle Goodson, and he's not my boyfriend.  He's my best friend and my brother, dude.  What makes you think I have a boyfriend, anyway?"

"I'm was just kidding you," the guy said.

I started to ask that guy if he had a boyfriend, but that wasn't any of my business.  I didn't care if he did or not.  I watched him eying the male guests that day, though, and he did some serious looking, that's for sure.  

I made pretty good tips that day, unlike some days.  A lot of people were checking out that morning to go home after their long weekend, and we were pretty busy.  One family had their stuff packed in two humongous suitcases that weighed a ton each, and then they had like ten plastic bags of stuff they had bought on the trip.  Those things were hard to handle because they had a tendency to turn on their side and dump out all over the place.  There was a guy around my age in that family, and he started to help.  His mom told him to leave it alone and that I would get it.

Thanks, lady, I thought.

They gave me a five, but I was just as polite to them as I would have been if they had given me a twenty, which I preferred and thought I deserved.  That was pretty much how the day went.


Kyle was at the house waiting for me when I got home, and he had the rest of them with him, too.  Brian gave me a hello kiss, and that was sweet.  They all seemed hot in the temperature sense, and I knew that was from being in the sun all day.  They had taken showers, but none of them had shaved.  

"Kyle, don't forget to take a razor and some scissors," Tim said.

"For what," Kyle asked.

"So we can let them trim up our pubes for us," he said.

"Will y'all really do that," Kyle asked.

"Sure.  Why not?  It might be kind of fun," I said.

I changed clothes into shorts and a tee, and we went back out to the island.  They had left everything where it was, and nobody had messed with it while they were gone.  That was one of the great things about that island.  It was really beautiful out there, but it was also private, especially where we were.  There was a ferry landing at one end, but the only way to get to where we were was by boat.  That was probably why they let you run around naked.

We all took our clothes off as soon as we got there, and I saw the patches they were wearing.

"Did you check to see if those things are working," I asked, meaning the patches.

Kyle took one off his dick, and sure enough, there was a faint little heart on his skin under it.  He put it back on right over where it had been.

"You want some on you," he asked.

"Well, yeah.  I don't want to be the only one without 'em," I said.

"Come here," Kyle said.

He got down in front of me and took my dick in his hand.  He put one on, and I felt myself starting to pump up.

"Don't get hard, Jus," he said.

Oh, right, I thought.  Let me just re-direct the blood flow, Kyle.  Sure.  That's it.  I'll just pretend the sexiest boy I've ever seen isn't holding my dick.

"I can't help it," I said.

"Okay, well, let's wait a few minutes," he said.

He turned me loose, and I started petting Trixie.  Then I threw a frisbee for her to chase, and that took my mind off it enough for it to go down.  When it was down again, Kyle put the other patch on.

"Do you want one on your butt," he asked.

"Yeah.  Have you got another eagle?"

"Yup," he said.  "I bought four sets of everything."

He put it on my butt, but that didn't cause any reaction.  Then he put one on my shoulder blade.

"What's going to happen if I get a hard-on," I asked.

"They'll come off," he said.

"Can't I just put them back on?"

"Yeah, unless they fall in the sand and get all gritty.  We've got more, though," he said.  "Are you ready to give us a trim?"

"Sure, get some water and a towel or something," I said.

We got all set up, and Kyle wanted to go first.  I combed out his pubic hair, and then I trimmed it and shaped it sort of with the scissors.  He had a lot of it, and it grew sort of wild.  It grew into the crack of his legs on both sides, too.  I cut it short right above his dick to make it neat.

"Clean up his butt hole, too, Jus," Tim said.

"How about his balls," I asked.

"Yeah.  Everything," Tim said.

Kyle's dick was rock hard by then, and his patches had come off just like he said they would.  He was on his back and had been just laying there letting me work on him.  I saw that he had a lot of hair under his dick, and his balls were real fuzzy.  

I lathered him up real good.  I knew that felt good to him because it always felt good when Brian did that to me.  It takes a lot of trust to let somebody go after your dick and balls with a razor, but Kyle knew I wouldn't let him down.  I sort of teased him, though.

"You're going to make me come, Jus," Kyle said, sort of laughing.

"That's okay.  Do what you have to do," I said.

I had the bone of a lifetime going myself right then, and my patches came off, too.  Tim and Brian, who were up close watching me work, were stiff as rods themselves.  I figured it would turn into that kind of situation, and I knew none of us minded it.

Tim reached over and started rubbing Kyle's chest.  Tim was cute the way he was doing that, making his boyfriend hot.  

Kyle's nut sack was real tight.  That wasn't the best for shaving, but I got most of the hair off.  Then I worked on the area right around his hole, and I got it nice and smooth.  When I was putting a second lather on, kind of playing with his hole a little, ole Kyle shot his load.

He grunted loud, and then he started laughing.  That made us all laugh.

"That was pretty good," he said.

Seeing Kyle shoot made Brian and Tim both real horny, I guess.  They started stroking their dicks.  Kyle sat up to join in the fun, a big streak of cum on his chest and belly.  Brian and Tim went after each other's dicks then, and Kyle worked on mine.  None of us lasted long.

"We hadn't done that in a long time," Brian said.  "Tim, I wish I had a foreskin like yours."

"Well, that one belongs to me," Kyle said.

"You big romantic guy, you," I said.

That actually made Kyle blush a little bit, and I loved doing it.  It wasn't often Kyle blushed about anything.

"Let me finish you up, Kyle," I said.

He got back in the exposed position, but he wasn't hard any more.  I scraped off all the hair that was still there, and he was clean as a whistle.

"Do you want your chest shaved," I asked.

"What do you think, Tim," he asked.

"I know you want to do it," Tim said.

"Just for the summer, okay?"

"Okay," Tim said.

I shaved his chest for him, which was something he could have done for himself.  I didn't mind doing it, though.  I liked touching Kyle.

Tim was next for the pube treatment, and I got him cleaned up without incident.  He didn't have nearly as much hair down there as Kyle did, so it didn't take very long.

"Thanks, Jus," Kyle said.

He never forgot to say thank you for a favor of any kind.

"No problem, Bro," I said.  "I kind of enjoyed it."

We all giggled.

"Now what," Kyle asked.

"Do you think we could ski," Tim asked.

We spent the next couple of hours skiing.  It was unusually calm for the Gulf right then, and the skiing was good.  Kyle held Trixie on one of his ski passes, and she seemed to love it.  I wondered if we could teach her how to ski on her own.

After skiing, we ate dinner.  There was a beautiful sunset that afternoon, and us four boys felt good and comfortable with one another.  Kyle made a bourbon and coke for him and me, but the other two didn't want that.  After about half of that drink, I felt more relaxed than I had ever remembered feeling before.  I thought about the four of us spending our lives together, best friends and lovers.  That made me smile.

(Tim's Perspective)

It felt weird to be shaved.  The shaving was kind of weird in itself, and I felt like I was opening myself up to Justin when he had made me put my legs up so he could get to my butt.  I knew he would be careful, but somehow I felt like Kyle should be doing that to me, not Jus.  I didn't get hard like Kyle had done, but that was probably because Brian had made me shoot just a few minutes before that.

Once the shaving was done, I felt clean and even more naked than I was.  Skiing naked was fun, and the wind caused by moving over the water on the skis felt good--different, but good.

I was glad we had done the shaving, and I couldn't wait to see what it would be like with Kyle.  He was the hairiest one of us, and I had sort of mixed feelings about that.  I loved Kyle completely, and I loved everything about him, so that wasn't it.  When it came to the hair, though, I found it sexy as hell, especially the hair on his chest, but sometimes the hair on his nuts and around his hole didn't turn me on all that much.  It didn't turn me off, that's for sure, but it just seemed a little gross or something.  A few times the hair around his hole had pinched him when I went into him, too.

Kyle and Justin had a drink after we had eaten and were just relaxing on our sleeping bags.  Being out on the beach like we were, with the waves coming in and making soothing, rhythmic sounds was very relaxing.  Not relaxing in the sense that it put you to sleep, although I always slept real good when we were out there, but relaxing in the sense that you just felt good.  Kyle suggested we play cards.  He taught us how to play gin rummy, which was pretty much fun, but we didn't bet or anything.  It was just to see who could win.  Brian ended up with the most points.

When it got too dark to play cards anymore, I wanted us to go to bed.  I didn't want to say it, though, because I knew Jus would tease me about being a horn dog or something.  The fact was, I was a horn dog that night, and I couldn't wait to get Kyle off by ourselves.

"Justin and Brian, would you guys be offended if Tim and I moved down the beach a ways tonight," Kyle asked.

I was so glad he said that.  I knew that meant he wanted me that night as bad as I wanted him.

Justin chuckled.  "What's up, Stud?  You and Tim got a big night planned?"

"We just want a little privacy, is all," Kyle said.

"But me and Brian want to watch," Justin said.

"Justin!" Brian said.  His tone of voice said he was horrified that Jus had said that.

Justin laughed.  "I'm just teasing Kyle, Little Buddy," he said.  "No, Bubba, we wouldn't be offended one bit if y'all moved.  We might just want to take advantage of some privacy, too."

"I'll get you up in the morning, just like I did today," Kyle said to Jus.  "Good night, guys."

"Good night, brothers," they said.

We unzipped our two sleeping bags from theirs and started to move.  Trixie didn't know what was going on, and she thought we wanted to play.

"Hold her, please, Jus," Kyle said.

Justin grabbed Trixie, and he and Brian started wrestling around with her while Kyle and I moved away.

Kyle had a Coleman lantern that he took with us.  I hated to take away the best light, but Brian had a flashlight that sort of worked like a lantern.  That would have to do them.

We spread out our sleeping bags and got down on them.  Kyle pealed the stickers off our dicks and put them aside for the next day.  Then we started.

I was more turned on than I had been in a while, and I dove for Kyle's dick with my mouth, after we had kissed for a few minutes.  I got down between his legs, and I sucked his dick a while.  Then I moved to his balls and to the place under them.  Then I went after his hole.  Without the hair, it was a whole new experience for me.

"Tim, you're ferocious, man," he said.

"Do you like it?"

"Like it?  I love it," he said.

"It's the shaving that's getting to me," I said.

"I know.  I can't take any more, though.  Fuck me," he said.

I got inside him, and we had a great time.  Kyle came right after I did, and I was really and truly satisfied.  We curled up together and went right to sleep.

(Kyle's Perspective)

I know that Kevin, Rick, and the other guys think I'm the horn dog between me and Tim.  I'm usually pretty aggressive, and I know it, but that's not really how it necessarily is when it comes to sex.  Tim has this cute, gentle way about him, and I'm sure they think he just goes along with sex because it's something I want.  Well, if they had seen him that Monday night on that beach, they would have known the truth.  Sure, I'm the one who gets us started a lot of the time, but I only do it because I know he wants me to.  

Justin and Brian were both awake when I went down to their camp to wake him up the next morning.  Brian was still half asleep, though, and I was sure Jus had accidentally woken him.  

"Bye, Buddy," Brian said.  He kissed Jus.  "I'm going to go back to sleep with Tim."  He straggled off down the beach toward Tim, Trixie right behind.

Justin was rock hard, and there was a pearl of pre-cum on the end of his dick.  You don't get that with regular morning wood, or at least I never did.  I figured he had been hoping for a little something that morning, but Brian had been too sleepy.  He walked over to the edge of the water to pee.  It wouldn't have surprised me if he had tossed himself off, but he didn't.  He was still hard when he came back.

"I thought you were going to take care of that," I said, referring to his erection.

"Naw.  It'll go down.  Did you and Tim have fun last night?"

I grinned.  "Yeah.  Did you and Brian?"

"Yep," he said, and then he grinned.  "Sex with him is so nice," he said.  "I know it is for you guys, too, but it's really an act of love for us.  He lets me know he wants us to have sex by saying he wants to give himself to me or give me a present or something like that.  That's pretty sweet, ain't it?"

"It is.  Pretty different from the old days for you, ain't it?"

"Oh, Kyle.  You don't even know, son," Jus said.  "I'm leading a whole new life, and that old life ain't even a part of it."

"Are you ready to go?  I didn't make any coffee this morning.  We'll have to get some at home," I said.

The truth of the matter was, I had gotten up later than I thought I would, and I really hadn't had time to make a fire, let it get hot, and then brew coffee.  He and I slipped on shorts, tee shirts, and deck shoes.

"What about them," he asked, meaning Tim and Brian.

"They're both Eagle Scouts, dude.  They know how to make coffee over a campfire, I guarantee it."

He laughed.  "Oh, yeah."

There wasn't anybody on the bay that morning, so I opened that mother up.  I hadn't done that before that day, and that baby flew over that water.  I shaved a full five minutes off the trip, too.


Kevin, Rick, and Jeff were all in the kitchen when we got to their house.  Justin went upstairs to get dressed for work, and I poured myself a cup of coffee.

"Y'all are coming out tonight, right," I asked.

"Yep, we're looking forward to it," Rick said.

"What about you, Jeff?  Have you changed your mind," I asked.

"Tyler and I are supposed to go to a movie tonight, Kyle, but thanks, anyway."

I started to get some of the eggs that were on the table, but I changed my mind.  I decided to do what I had done the day before and take breakfast back to the others.

"I started training Trixie yesterday," I said.

"Training her to do what," Rick asked.  

"Training her to obey," I said.  I told them what I had done with the breakfast meat I had taken her.

"What's the point of that," Rick asked.

"Well, I'm building up to training her not to lick people, Rick.  Don't you think that's a little bit disgusting?"

"She's kissing you, Kyle.  She's just being affectionate," Kevin said.

"I know, but yesterday morning she killed a snake and brought it to me and Jus.  The first thing she wanted to do after she dropped the snake out of her mouth was lick us on the face," I said.  "I think that's pretty disgusting."

"Oh, my God!  I'll say it's disgusting," Jeff said.  "I may gag."

"It's like with you, Rick.  You never know where that tongue's been," I said.

Kevin and Jeff laughed hard, and Rick laughed some, too.

"What I thought I would do is get her used to the command to stop by using food.  Then I'll use it when she goes to lick one of us.  I'm hoping it will work," I said.

"Did you think that up all by yourself," Rick asked.

"No, sir, I did some research on the Internet," I said.  "I'm going to use treats when she doesn't lick when I tell her stop, but I'm also going to give her a lot of praise, too.  I think she understands that.  Gradually, I'll wean her off the treats and just use praise.  Then, I'll stop the praise, too.  It shouldn't take too long.  She's real smart."

"What kind of treats?  Don't give her candy or chips or stuff like that, hear," Kevin said.

"I bought some bacon treats.  I gave her a few, and she lapped them up," I said.

Justin came back in, got himself a cup of coffee, and lit up a smoke.  I hadn't had one in quite a few days, so I lit up, too.  I was careful not to inhale too deep.

"Jus, bring your coffee and smoke into the den.  Rick and I want to talk to you," Kevin said.

That ole boy got a stricken look on his face.  Neither him nor me had had a double-barrel private chat in a long time, and I could tell he didn't know what he had done.

"You're not in trouble, Bubba," Rick said.

"Then why can't we talk in here?  I'm going to tell Kyle and Jeff all about it, anyway," Jus said.

"Okay," Kevin said.  "Jus, we had a call from Tyrone Williams yesterday.  You remember him, don't you?"

"Yeah.  My caseworker, right?"

"Yeah.  He had had a call from the state's attorney who is prosecuting Burl Jackson in Alabama.  They want to interview you to take your deposition.  He said there's a real good chance you'll be called to testify in the trial, too," Kevin said.

Justin went white.  His hands started trembling, and he bit his lower lip.  I knew he was so scared right at that moment.  He was sitting next to me at the table, and I took his hand to hold it.

"We're here, Bubba," I said.  "We ain't going anywhere."

"They're going to be here today at ten, Jus, and you've got an appointment with them," Kev said.

"Where," I asked.

"In my office," Kevin said.

"Are Craig and Cherie going to be there," I asked.  I was getting agitated, and they knew it.

"Kyle, calm down, son.  Justin isn't accused of anything.  In fact, they'll probably eventually try Burl Jackson for felony child abuse for what he did to Jus.  We don't need the legal eagles here for this," Kevin said.

Justin was numb, and I knew it.  I stood up and got behind him so I could massage his shoulders like he had done to me a few times.  When I put my hands on him, I felt tight steel springs ready to pop.  I kneaded those muscles as best I could, but the shirt got in the way.  I made him take his shirt off, and I worked him as best I knew how.  He gradually loosened up a little.

"I'm staying here with him," I said.  "Tim's got my cell phone.  I'll call him and let him know something has come up and I won't be back till this afternoon."

When I said that, Justin stood up and grabbed me in the biggest hug I had ever gotten.  He was crying hard, and I started crying with him.  In about a minute, everybody was in tears.

"It's gonna be all right, Bubba.  We'll be there with you," I said.  "We won't let them hurt you or be mean to you.  You've got my word on that, Stud."

We all settled down in a few minutes.

"Jeff, I don't want to tell you how to run your life, son, but . . .," Rick said.

"Oh, shit.  I didn't realize it was this late," Jeff said.  He still needed to shower, shave, and dress for work.  He took off upstairs.

I called Tim and told him I wasn't coming back until late that afternoon.  He said he and Brian would be just fine.  There were plenty of sandwiches left from the day before, and there was also a ton of deli stuff to eat.  I told him to try to work with Trixie like we did yesterday, and he said they would.  We said we loved each other, and then we hung up.

"What do we wear to this," I asked.  "Suits?"

"No, I think khakis and a nice Polo," Kevin said.  "This is a deposition.  It's not court."

"Come on, Bubba.  Let's get cleaned up," I said.

He has already taken a shower, but I thought he needed another one for relaxation purposes.

We went upstairs to his room, and we took a shower together.  He was like a zombie almost, so I washed him.  I washed myself, and I shaved, too.  There was absolutely no sex involved, but there was a whole lot of love.

After we were dressed, we didn't go back downstairs right away.  I had to get him feeling better, and the only way I knew how to do that was to try to get him to laugh.

"Let's practice some questions," I said.  "You be the lawyer, and I'll be you."

"What do I ask?"

"Well, start off with basics, like name, address, and that kind of stuff."

"Okay.  What's your name?"

"Justin Davis, but I sometimes go by Alabama Davis, Bubba Davis, or Stud Davis," I said.

That brought a chuckle.

"Where do you live?"

"In the big house on the hill.  Where do you live?"

"Big house on the hill?"

"Big house on the lagoon," I asked.

"Yeah, I like that better.  Do you know Burl Jackson?"

"I know him good enough to know the doctor slipped at his circumcision," I said.

He smiled.

"I know what you're doing, Kyle, and I appreciate it.  I just don't feel like laughing right now, Bubba.  Thanks, though," he said.

"What can I do to make you feel better, man?  I want to more than anything," I said.

"Just being here is the best, Kyle.  Just knowing that you love me, that all of you love me, and that I'm not a bad person in your eyes is all that matters.  I can get through this knowing y'all are behind me."

I didn't know what to say.  I generally knew what to say to make people feel good, but I was at a loss with my best friend.  I loved him as much as I loved Kevin and Rick, my parents, or anybody but Tim.  I loved him as much as I loved Clay.  But I felt kind of helpless.

"Are you hungry," I asked after a long pause.

"Yeah, I am, now that you mention it," he said.

"Let's make 'em take us someplace nice for breakfast.  Let's make 'em take us to the dining room at the Boardwalk," I said.  

The Boardwalk was one of our four brand-name hotels, and they had an awesome dining room.  I had only eaten there a few times with my parents, but I thought it was the nicest one we had.  They all liked the Laguna, and that was nice, too, but the Boardwalk was my favorite.

They were waiting for us when we went downstairs, and I told them what we wanted to do.  That was cool with them, and the four of us took off.  We went in Tim's car, with me driving.  The top was down, the sun was shining, the air was still cool, and it was a glorious day.  I felt like I was a Roman soldier driving a chariot to war.