Date: Fri, 1 Jun 2018 07:57:58 -0700
From: Paul Landerman <pjwltx9@gmail.com>
Subject: The Old Fag Chapter 7

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SEVEN

	Fall swooping into Malibu was a great surprise; the Pacific monsoon
season was in full force by the end of August. Life on the coast was
considerably different than inland California: much more moody, humid, and
subject to marine weather patterns. By the first of September, Mason's
favorite time of year had arrived.
	Saturday morning was gloomy and foggy, somehow matching Mason's
mood. He was not sure why he felt down, but it was distinctly a feeling
that the world was just a fraction off. He decided to take a walk on the
beach, and after making coffee for Mario and the guests, he hiked out the
back door and across the patio toward the Pacific and then north along the
sand. He scared a couple of gulls and a sandpiper, smiling at the sea
otters frolicking in the surf, and wished he knew why he felt glum.
	When he returned to the house, Mario was waving to him from the
patio. When he made it up to the pool, Mario had come out across the pool
deck and grabbed Mason and hugged him tightly; "What's up love?" Mason
asked him.
	Mario looked at him strangely, and then said "Your cell phone was
buzzing like crazy and woke me up so I took the liberty of answering it
because I noticed it was Stuart calling."
	Mason got a rocky feeling in the pit of his stomach, and then very
quietly asked "What did he want?"
	"It's Madge. Stuart is coming over in an hour."
	Mason fidgeted the rest of the morning waiting for his nephew. When
Stuart arrived, it clearly was not going to be good news he was bringing,
judging by his appearance. Stuart's eyes were red and bloodshot, and he
looked as if he had not slept in days. He went directly to Mason and hugged
him and whispered "She is gone."
	Stuart explained how early yesterday morning he had been called by
the hospital; Madge had been found at home laying on the kitchen floor
unconscious, by a neighbor. They had taken her to the hospital and tried to
revive her but in the middle of the night she had passed. Stuart said the
doctors suspected an aneurism, and wanted to do an autopsy, but would not
have results until tomorrow.
	"Will you go with me?" he asked Mason.
	"Of course, we will all go. What arrangements do you want to make?"
	"Well Uncle Mason you know I am the last one, so it's all on me
now. I think a small graveside service will be best. I do not want to put
up with a crowd. We will just invite family and neighbors."
	"Sounds good. Should we say this next Saturday?"
	"Yes that's good. That will give me time to make arrangements at
work."
	"Do you have any idea what her affairs are like? Do you have a copy
of her will, or any financial records?"
	"Yes, sort of, there is a safe deposit box at her bank, and I am a
co-signer and have a key; we will see all of that this coming week I
suppose."
	Mason and Mario were heavy-hearted with feelings for Stuart and the
knowledge that except for his uncle, Stuart was alone in the world. By the
time they had left Idaho Falls on Sunday afternoon to return to California
following the graveside service, they had decided that they had to begin
including Stuart in all of their social activities in order to keep an eye
on him.
	Stuart stayed three extra days in Idaho to gather all of Madge's
papers and make arrangements for her affairs. He retrieved the will and
some keepsakes from her safe deposit box, and met with the attorney early
on Tuesday morning, and made arrangements to sell the house. He wanted to
have an estate sale, where all of her belongings were sold to
collectors. Madge had a large amount of antiques in her house, and their
value was unknown to Stuart.
	Weeks later, when all was said and done, the young man in Los
Angeles who clerked for the Federal District court was a budding
millionaire; the house and farm property and the antiques brought just over
three-quarters of a million dollars to Stuart, after the expenses of
closing her estate.
	Mason remembered that Mario's family had invited them to Buenos
Aires for the Christmas holidays, and mentioned it to Mario and tried to
see if they were going to plan on that, with their various job
considerations, or if they were going to just hide away at home. Mario told
him that the law firm had always slowed down through the month 0f December
except for last-minute court dates, and he was sure they could take about a
week to fly south and back.
	Mario then asked "Do you think we should take Stuart with us?"
	Mason was startled, because he said "That is what I was thinking,
yes I think that is a very generous offer, why don't you call your family
and ask if they approve, and then let's call Stuart."
	By the time Mario had pulled the cork from a dusty bottle of
Zinfandel, Stuart was making plans to meet them at LAX for the non-stop to
Buenos Aires on December 21st, and Mario and Mason were laughing about how
strange the twists of life can be.
	Tad rang the doorbell and jumped in with a gleeful smile and said
he was making plans to begin culinary school in January and wanted to use
Mario and Mason as guinea pigs for his practice recipes. Ross called a
moment later and invited them to the grand opening of their new Beverly
Hills gallery on December 15th, and among all of the chaos, Mason realized
he had neglected making dinner plans. He asked Tad to call the deli to whip
up dinner for six, a traditional fried chicken and cornmeal muffin and
mashed potatoes and gravy dinner, when Mario asked "why dinner for six?"
	"Well, Tad's new honey Mike is coming by and then in a few minutes
when they get out of the city traffic, Ross and Joaquin will be here, so I
count six. Am I missing anyone?"
	"Yes, Stuart."
	"Whoops. Did you already call and invite him?"
	The doorbell ringing was the answer, and Mario opened the door and
chided Stuart for his formality in ringing the bell and told him to just
step on in whenever he came to visit.
	"I just do not want to interrupt anything" Stuart laughed.
	"Hell you should have been here at the party a few weeks ago" Tad
blurted out and before Mason could shush him, Tad was on a streak telling
Stuart all of the sexual details of who got fucked (everyone) and by whom
(everyone) and in how many positions (the entire Kama Sutra) and how many
times.
	Mason thought Stuart might be shocked by all of this; glancing at
Stuart's crotch he realized he was actually very turned on, judging from
the tent in his slacks.
	"Well uncle it seems I have missed out on the fun side of you"
Stuart laughed. Mason hugged Stuart and said "I think you should always err
on the side of caution when dealing with relatives, I have felt, and to
make such an invitation to you would have been out of place without knowing
better what you think is appropriate."
	Stuart laughed even harder. "You are fucking your neighbors and you
won't fuck me?" He roared with laughter, and Mario joined him. Mason
reddened.
	Mario said "Oh yes he will, just give him a chance." A moment later
Ross and Joaquin arrived, and by the time they were all settled into the
great room with glasses of wine, Mike as well as the deli driver had
arrived.
	"So, Stuart, no boyfriends on the horizon?" Mario asked.
	"Not really, I have plenty of sex, well that's a lie, I have the
not-very-frequent fuck buddy from law school, but no, there is no
boyfriend."
	"Not even a prospect?" Joaquin asked.
	"I have not been shopping lately if that is what you are asking"
Stuart replied.
	"I bet you would fit nicely with the partner of my firm" Mario
suggested.
	"Well since I referred you there, I know who you are talking
about. I have seen him in the Federal Court and we are slightly
acquainted."
	"Maybe I can get you better acquainted" Mario volunteered. "Like
here at home for wine or cocktails or something?"
	"From the way Tad tells it, the `or something' part sounds pretty
exciting" Stuart laughed.
	"OK then," Mason said, "let's plan on that as soon as we get back
from South America." Their laughter was interrupted by Mario's cell phone
ringing; it was the Dean of the law school, wondering why Mario had missed
an appointment with him that afternoon.
	"Oh my God, I am so sorry, there has been so much going on here and
at the law firm I totally forgot, sir, I am so sorry, when can we meet? I
apologize."  After their chat, Mario told Mason that the law school wanted
Mario to conduct monthly seminars with law students to help them adjust to
special issues for students such as gay life, Latino issues, women's issues
and emigration issues. He would begin the month after they returned from
South America.
	Supper was a raucous affair, arguing over which was the best part
of the chicken, and what was the best way to cook chicken, and soon another
two bottles of wine had to be opened, and by 10 PM the room was vibrating
with laughter, drinking, and the camaraderie that only comes from old and
close friends. Mason had a hunch that this might turn into an impromptu sex
party, and almost as immediately as he thought it, Mike and Tad had begun
kissing.  Ross took the unusual step of drawing Stuart into a three-way
kiss with him and Joaquin, and Mario took Mason and went to the sofa for a
make-out session. Within an hour, everyone was naked, throbbing, and had
been sucked at least once by everyone in the room, and everyone paid close
attention to the 69-position achieved by Mason and Stuart.
	With Mason lying on his back on the rug and Stuart kneeling over
him, Mason was enjoying his assault on Stuart's asshole with his tongue
while Stuart's cock and balls were bobbing in Mason's face with Stuart
choking down Mason's cock. It was not long before Stuart was begging "Fuck
me" and got his wish immediately, as they switched positions and Stuart was
on his knees on the rug and Mason was shoving his cock into his nephew's
wet asshole. It was a beautiful moment, and Mario was turned on and
throbbing and impressed by the finesse and the ardor of his lover in
fucking the younger man, and by Stuart's eager power-bottom participation
as he pushed his ass backwards toward Mason's every forward thrust.
      The slapping noise of cock and balls into asshole was audible, and
soon the room was full of fuckers, Mario fucking Tad, Mike fucking Joaquin,
and Ross jacking off and trying to get his cock into Mario. They soon all
collapsed together, and the effects of plenty of wine and plenty of sex
conjoined to lull them all into silence and satiety.
	The next morning Mario had a call from one of his clients; a
Venezuelan family was being deported, and their son who was in college at
CSU Los Angeles, was the only US citizen among them. Mario had an agreement
with the court, or so he thought, to delay the deportation until the New
Year, but the federal agents involved decided they could not read the
court's orders and proceeded to raid the apartment where the family was
staying temporarily.
	By Saturday night, the younger children were safely with relatives,
the college student was staying with Mario and Mason, and the father and
mother were in custody waiting for a flight south.
	"I am so grateful for you; you did not have to do this for me"
Carlos said. He took Mason's hands and Mario's hands, and thanked them both
with a kiss on each cheek for their hospitality. "I have no idea what to do
next" and began to cry softly.
	"We can figure this out in the morning" Mason offered, looking at
Mario expectantly.
	By the time Carlos was slugging down quarts of orange juice the
next morning over breakfast, Mario spoke to him and said "My husband and I
have a plan. Please listen and tell us what you think."
	Carlos looked at them blankly, not knowing what to expect.
	"We have plenty of room here, if you wish to stay with us until we
determine what will happen with your family; we are very sorry we only have
room for you and not for the little kids, but we are certain they will be
well cared for by your aunt. In the meantime, we want to arrange with the
college to get you transferred to Santa Monica City College if possible and
if that is something you want to do. Classes are out for the holidays and
maybe we can start fresh as soon as we get back from our little vacation to
Buenos Aires."
	Carlos looked blank still; it had not hit him yet that he was being
offered a life boat. Then he responded "Buenos Aires? You are going to
Buenos Aires?"
	"Yes, why?"
	"My grandfather lives in Buenos Aires; he works for a bank there."
	"That's wonderful, maybe we can all go see him while we are there
and you can introduce us?"
	Carlos looked even more confused. "How can I do that if you are in
Buenos Aires and I am here?"
	"You will be in Buenos Aires with us" Mario said.
	Mason was beginning to laugh; Carlos looked sheepish, and suddenly
realized what was being said. "Oh my God" he mumbled. "Oh my God, thank you
so much, this is wonderful. I can't pay for any of this, how can I repay
you?"
	Mario said "There is no need for repayment, we did not ask for that
and we do not expect it, just come with us and enjoy the trip, visit your
grandfather, have a great holiday season, and we will be back in time for
school to start. We are actually only going to be gone ten days, and Stuart
is going with us as well, so you will have plenty of company. Try to enjoy
yourself after this temporary tragedy."
	Carlos just mumbled, and tried smiling and then looked sad again,
thinking about his parents and his sister and brother. A tear fell from his
eye, and he repeated "Thank you so much."
	"Well today is shopping day if we are going to get ready for
Christmas on the run in South America, so you need to get your fanny
showered and dressed and ready for a day out of the house with us." Mario
was directing Carlos and gently pushing him to a different topic in order
to help him feel better. By 10 that morning they were on the road to the
malls, and by 6 PM they were back home with boxes and bags and gift cards
and wrapping paper and bows.  Mason suggested they have dinner at the tapas
restaurant, and Carlos seemed to be in a much better mood. He had selected
gifts for his two siblings, and had enjoyed wrapping them. Mason and Mario
both noted how adept Carlos was at not simply choosing the gifts, but in
meticulously wrapping them and tying the bows. They looked at each other
and winked; over dinner in the restaurant they winked again, as the wait
staff bustled around them and stopped by with frequent gifts of extra food
and kisses on their cheeks.
	Mario and Mason both noticed how Carlos would glance downward. At
first they thought he was embarrassed by the actions of the waiters, but
then they noticed he was not glancing at the floor, he was glancing at the
crotches of the waiters. Mario began to chuckle, and Mason soon got the
hint and asked the waiters to bring extra things just to keep them as close
to Carlos as possible.
	Mason's cell phone rang and he noticed it was Stuart; when he ended
the call he told Mario that Stuart was coming to stay the night and was
going to have breakfast with them the next day.
	They told Carlos a little about Stuart, but only the essentials,
since after all they had no real idea yet if Carlos was gay or if he were
merely searching the landscape to determine where he was. Mason had an
additional idea, and called Tad to ask him if he was free to the next day
to teach their new friend Carlos how to surf; Tad agreed immediately, and
said he would be over before breakfast in the morning.
	When Stuart arrived a little before 9 PM, he told Mason he had a
little surprise. Madge's life insurance policy had just sent a payment of a
little more than $100,000 including interest. Stuart said "That should make
a nice Christmas gift don't you think?"
	Mason asked "For whom?" and Stuart said "All of us and this
wonderful trip to South America, don't you think I want to be able to help
with things? I don't want to just tag along and not pay my fair share."
Mason quickly glanced at Carlos and realized what effect Stuart's comment
had on their new friend. Stuart looked toward Carlos and said "I hope I did
not offend anyone, I want to share this with everyone, it was an unexpected
gift and is perfectly superfluous as far as I am concerned, so let's have a
great time together and enjoy this gift from my mother."
	Carlos looked down at the floor, and before he let another moment
slip away, Stuart said to Carlos "Hey since I do not know you at all and
just met you can we get to know each other better? Let's go outside and
talk."
	Carlos looked frightened; he did not know what to expect from this
Gringo lawyer who was the nephew of his benefactor, and had no preparation
for sparring with this man. As it turned out, Stuart had the same talent as
Mason in putting people immediately at ease. It was a talent that served
him well as a lawyer.
	"What's your name? Carlos, am I right? I am glad you got a chance
to meet my uncle; I think you will like him. He and his husband are great
people, and really take care of each other. I think they will take care of
you as well."
	All Carlos could do was shake his head; husband? What was this all
about? Of course he was a modern American college student, and knew a great
deal about contemporary American culture and the political and cultural
trends, but he had never experienced being introduced to someone's
"husband" this way. Maybe it was a joke?
	"And I heard you are going to Buenos Aires with them also, that's
really great. See, I am going too, and I think it is going to be a fabulous
trip, I can't wait. Of course you are from South America so I think you
probably know a lot more than me, so I expect you to teach me a lot of
stuff so I do not look like an idiot."
	`No chance', Carlos was thinking, but kept his mouth shut and a
smile on his face. "So tell me your college major?" Stuart had kept talking
and Carlos had drifted away from the conversation, not realizing he was
supposed to participate; Americans are so strange, he thought, even though
technically Carlos was one, legally at least. Culturally, he thought to
himself, he might never become fully American. Oh well, better play along
with these guys just to be safe.
	Stuart stopped talking and had also stopped walking. They were on
the edge of the water line on the beach yards from the house, and Stuart
was staring back towards the house and had asked Carlos a question. "I'm so
sorry, I did not hear you, can you please repeat the question?"
	"Your major? At CSU?"
	"Oh. Yeah, sorry, ummh well it's going to be architecture maybe."
	"Oh I see, you are not sure yet?"
	"Yeah, I'm not really sure yet, and since I stayed out of school a
couple of years, I kinda feel like I better hurry and make up some time,
you know, so I can get a job and support my family."
	"Yeah I know, I always thought I had to support my Mom and take
care of her, but it's funny she is talking care of me now even though she
is gone."
	"Where did she go?"
	Stuart was stunned by the question, and then he realized it was a
cultural gap that prompted the question from Carlos. "Oh, sorry, I meant
she recently died. I have inherited some things from her, so in that sense
she is taking care of me. A little money, the farm, stuff like that. So
tonight when I was a bonehead and made that stupid announcement about her
life insurance policy paying me, I guess I was being insensitive. I was not
trying to brag about money. I apologize."
	Carlos was even more confused; here was a man who had just suffered
the death of his mother and was technically alone in the world, apologizing
to Carlos. None of this made any sense. "No, please, let me say how sorry I
am that you have lost your family" he said to Stuart.
	"Sounds like we are in the same boat, chum." Stuart spun out some
good old American expressions that only served to confuse Carlos
further. "I guess so" he replied to Stuart. This trip might turn out to be
a disaster, Carlos thought.
	Once back in the house, Carlos noticed the expectant expressions on
their faces; Mario spoke to him in Spanish: "Que piensa?" Carlos replied
"Not much, just thinking how lucky I am to be here and able to stay with
you."
	They showed Carlos to his quarters in the apartment above the
garage, where Mario had previously stayed. He was amazed at what he thought
was a luxurious apartment, and had indeed never stayed in a place like this
by himself. His family would be stunned by this place. He suddenly was very
tired and sad, burdened by thoughts of what was happening to his family,
especially his parents.
	Carlos apparently slept much longer than usual, because when he
awakened and found his way downstairs to the kitchen, the house was
silent. There was coffee for him and fruit and a cinnamon roll; there was a
note in Spanish next to the food, written by Mario apparently. "Please make
yourself at home; we are running some errands and will be back by lunch
time. Here is my phone number if you need anything. Have fun surfing."
	Carlos was startled by a noise in the great room; it was Tad, who
had come over to begin teaching Carlos how to surf. After the
introductions, Tad said "You will probably want to have a swim suit on, and
I brought a wetsuit for you to wear. It belongs to my roommate, and I think
he is your size so maybe this will work."
	Carlos was not sure what to do or say, but this enthusiastic and
beautiful blue-eyed Gringo in front of him wearing only a Speedo, and one
that did not hide anything at all, was saying things that meant nothing to
Carlos. Surf? No one did that in South America except the touristas. These
Californians, he thought to himself. "Do you have a swim suit?" Tad
interrupted Carlos thoughts.
	"No, sorry."
	"Well, then, skinny out of those clothes and get this wetsuit on
and let's get going."
	"What?" Carlos could not believe his ears. He had just been asked
to get naked by a perfect stranger.
	Tad was about three or four inches taller than Carlos and about the
same weight, so Carlos was calculating how much of a struggle it would be
if he had to fight Tad. He had no idea what was happening here, so he
asked. "Can you explain this to me?"
	"Sure, last night Mason called me and asked if I would show you how
to surf, since you are going to be staying with him and Mario and all, and
since we are all gay around here, it might be a lot of fun, to help you get
to know all of the guys."
	"Gay? You think I am gay?"
	"No, I am saying that is what Mason thinks."
	"Oh my God. And you want me to get naked and put on that wetsuit?
In front of you?"
	"Sure, it's not a big deal, you get naked in the college locker
room and the showers all the time, right?"
	"Ummh, yeah, I guess."
	"So then..." Tad stood there. "Here, what if I turned around so you
are not embarrassed?"
	Carlos was suddenly incensed; why would he be embarrassed about his
body? He was fine, nobody could complain about his body, he had been
lifting weights for five years, he worked hard, always had manual labor
jobs, he was fine to look at, even if the eyes looking at him belonged to a
gay blonde Gringo surfer. He stripped, and stood there basking in the gaze
of Tad, literally showing off his dick.
	"Wow. Nice. Nothing to be afraid of there." Tad whistled at the
8-inches-plus long uncut cock in front of him.
	"So?" Carlos demanded.
	"Well, Carlos, that cock could make you some money in the right
places."
	"What the fuck does that mean?"
	"Nothing, just I bet you could get jobs doing porn."
	"You think I fuck around?"
	"No, see, you are getting angry again, I did not mean anything like
that, it was just my stupid way of saying you look great, sorry."
	Carlos was confused again. Here he was bare-ass naked in front of a
tall skinny white surfer, and was suddenly wanting to do something about
it.
	Tad sensed Carlos' confusion and said "Look, can we start over?
Please? I am really sorry if I said something wrong or stupid, I say shit
all the time, I don't mean to be hurtful, it's just you have a great body
and I am kinda jealous, you know? I am taller than you but I am not built
or muscular like you, you know? And you have a great cock besides, and
those balls are pretty damn impressive."
	"You really are gay huh? You like my dick? And my balls?"
	"Sure as hell do, see how much better yours are than mine?" Tad
pulled his wetsuit down to just below his crotch, and showed off his balls.
	"And around here there are these great parties, well I am not going
to tell you now it will just spoil the surprise, but once a month or so
these guys have friends over and everybody has sex together all at once so
I bet your set of equipment would be very popular."
	"Oh fuck now you are lying."
	"God's honest truth. I would not believe it either if I had not
been there. Got fucked for the first time in this very room."
	"Oh my God." Carlos was getting light-headed and sat on the sofa;
Tad asked him "Hey are you ok?"
	"Yeah, sure, just not sure what this is all about."
	Tad sat next to Carlos and put a hand on his leg; Carlos
jumped. "Sorry, I may have gone too far, I should just shut up and go back
home."
	"No, let's try surfing, maybe that will help me calm down."
	Carlos was clearly upset, not sure what side of Hell he had landed
in, but this was a planet completely unknown to him, `kindness of
strangers' notwithstanding. He pulled on the wetsuit, careful to tuck his
meat in so that nothing was in the way of the big zipper. He followed Tad
down through the patio and across the lawn to the beach, and they sat on
their surfboards and paddled slowly out to the first line of
breakers. After two hours of laboring against the tide, gravity, inertia,
and fear, Carlos was finally getting to stand up on the board with some
control and was beginning to see how this could be his new passion.
	By the time they made it back up to the house, showering on the
patio was not a question of embarrassment any longer for Carlos; Tad had
already told him how much his dick was admirable, and although it was not
as long as Tad's, his balls were bigger and heavier and Carlos began to
feel a little better about all of this confusion. He did not have to go to
the sex parties after all, and besides, maybe Tad was lying. When he
finished his shower, he noticed that Tad's dick was getting plump, and
Tad's eyes were shinier than usual.
	"Let's go see what's for lunch" Carlos offered, and just at the
moment they entered the house, both bare-ass naked, they realized the front
door was open and Mason and Mario were carrying in packages and
groceries. All four men stopped and stared at each other; Mason and Mario
were smiling broadly, and Tad and Carlos were silent and apprehensive.
	"Enjoying nature, I see" Mason said with a laugh. "That's good;
around here we don't want to be too formal."
	Carlos noticed a pretty firm outline in Mario's shorts, and decided
he had better find something to put on to cover himself before this
confusion took over and things got out of control. He excused himself and
went up to his room, and found shorts and a T-shirt with the sleeves cut
off. A few minutes later Tad was calling him to come down to lunch.
	When Carlos showed up in the breakfast room, Ross and Joaquin were
just entering the house and introduced themselves. Joaquin spoke to Carlos
in Spanish and they had a pleasant conversation despite Carlos' natural
reticence at meeting strangers. He did notice that both Ross and Joaquin
kept glancing at his crotch; too bad he had slipped on a very tight pair of
shorts. God, is everyone around here flamers, he wondered? Looks like Tad
was right.
	It was a beautiful warm Indian summer day and very clear weather,
and so Mason suggested they take the lunch out to the patio and pool deck,
which Mario engineered while Mason stayed behind and made a pitcher of
Sangria. Carlos was surprised that it was made with white wine, Mason's
favorite recipe, a flip on the customary red wine and fruit punch that just
seemed too sweet and heavy to Mason.
	To make Carlos more comfortable, Mason had already filled in Ross
on the back-story to avoid any cross-examination of their new guest
face-to-face over lunch. Joaquin had already suggested to Ross that they
take Carlos with them for the day, since all three men are fluent in
Spanish, and let Carlos enjoy seeing the Malibu side of Southern California
and get his mind off his family troubles. Soon after lunch was finished,
Ross was steering Carlos by the shoulders toward the front doors and they
were all saying goodbye and agreeing to meet at the gallery at 7 PM for
dinner.
	In the back seat of the Audi convertible coupé, Carlos was sure
that he had just completed his entry into a whole new world, like falling
down Alice's rabbit hole. He had experienced in the past 72 hours more
strange new unfamiliar things than in the entirety of his life, and it was
wonderful, mysterious, exotic, scary, and haunting. Looking at the Pacific
Coast Highway hurtling past him at over 70 miles per hour, he wondered how
far he might go on this new pathway with these new friends and new
experiences, and where he might end up.
	His chief concern was the sex and the gayness and all of that shit,
which scared him. He jacked off daily to fantasies of jocks and athletes he
knew at college, had actually jacked off with a buddy from high school
twice, had tried fucking girls but somehow it bothered him and he only did
that three times. He had seen online gay porn and it turned him on so hard
he thought he was going to split his dick open before he came; the biggest
surprise was watching gay porn and getting hard and dripping floods of
pre-cum.
	But he had never admitted to himself he was gay, and in fact was
convinced it was a phase he would grow out of and then settle down with
some nice cute Venezuelan Catholic girl and fuck her like crazy and make
babies and live happily ever after. Or so the story was supposed to go;
that was the story he had been told all of his life.
	For now he was convinced he was just going to avoid the whole gay
thing, let Mason and Mario and their fuck buddies have their fun, Carlos
was going to avoid the parties and just be cool.
	At 7 PM, when Joaquin guided the Audi into the parking lot of his
art gallery, Mason and Stuart and Mario were waiting for them in the big
Mercedes; they had chosen Mario's favorite restaurant to treat Carlos to a
South American dinner. They had to drive down the coast to Santa Monica for
churrascaria.
	Carlos was thrilled; he had heard of the Brazilian meat overload
dinner but had never experienced it. His family was blue collar and they
had traditional Venezuelan foods, mostly rice and vegetables and chicken
and pork, but never the style nor the portions these Americans were
accustomed to. Stuart rode with Carlos in the back seat of the Audi, and
chatted away about this and that, Carlos paying little attention, more
riveted by the coast line and the scenery and watching the surfers out on
the water. Why was he getting hard staring at surfers?
	The dinner was fabulous and as Carlos predicted, too much food for
him. The one thing better than the food was the handsome South American
wait- staff, who paid special attention to their table because of Mario,
Ross, Joaquin and Carlos, who all spoke in Spanish to them. Why was Carlos
getting hard staring at waiters?
	Mason suggested they go home for after-dinner cocktails, and by the
time the little band of warriors made it back to Mason and Mario's home,
Carlos was truly uncomfortable trying to hide his obvious stiff
dick. Seated in the great room, holding a bottle of Corona beer, Carlos
kept the bottle over his crotch. The trick worked against him; he did not
realize the condensation dripped onto his tan shorts and accentuated the
outline of his hard-on. Mario was seated directly across from Carlos and
was staring without any shame at the stiff crotch. Carlos decided he needed
to take a walk out on the patio to cool off. As he left the room, his
hard-on was advertised to the entire crowd.