Date: Wed, 4 May 2011 02:13:35 +1200
From: Jackson Hunter <jaxon.bren@gmail.com>
Subject: Jackson's Story

The formal stuff: I read the Nifty instructions and it looks like i have to
write this stuff.

This story is copyrighted to me - i hope you will treat it with the same
respect i treat all the copyright stuff i find on the net. If there is
money to be made from it, give it to Nifty - I think they are great and
they taught me everything i know about being gay - thats why im so normal,
except for film rights (I think it would make a great Harry Potter movie.)
This is a work of fiction, if anyone living or dead reads it and recognises
themselves then drop me a note, i didnt think i wrote that well .... and if
you are dead you got more problems than being in my story. If any of my
friends think im using their name its just a coincidence - we all know
there are tons of people with the same names as us. If my Mum reads this
thats definitely not me just some random dude with the same name ...
what're the odds of that.

Even if the names and places might be familiar i did double the size of
everyones cock, if my characters ever meet any of the other characters on
Nifty i dont want them to feel inadequate.

Tho if a father's cock is 2 inches bigger than his son's, how many
grandfathers back was it when his cock dragged on the ground as he walked?

If you feel like commenting im at jaxon.bren@gmail.com, attach a pic and i
will read it first, good comments and your pic will go on my wall of
friends, otherwise your pic will be on the wall i throw darts at. Its only
a rumour i practice voodoo, but if you suddenly feel a sharp jab in the
head you've got to wonder eh!.  Luv y'all, Jax.

Oh yeah, if you are offended by spelling mistakes take a panedol now, and
im still learning to type and havent completely got the hang of capitals
yet. Im pretty good on Bs now.

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Hi y'all. My name is Jackson. Everyone tells me it is an american name, and
i guess if i was american i would be from the south, but im not Im an
Aussie - thats Australia for the geographically challenged, from the second
largest city, Melbourne. Here the offical greeting is g'day mate, so g'day
mates and matesses, my name is Jackson Hunter. My parents named me that cos
they didnt want to name me Nick like about 20 cousins, my mum is only half
greek and on that occassion the greek half lost out.

This story is not about me, but about a guy i met who i think is amazing.
if you are going to put all this effort into writing a story, it ought to
be about someone who is interesting - while two paragraphs pretty much
covers all you need to know about me tho of course you get a few more
boring bits cos im part of the action.

Well! I was 19, just started my second year as an apprentice joiner, having
a typical day at work, you know, doing all the shit jobs, the ones that
when you are qualified you will want an apprentice doing them for you.

There was a wave of talk going thru the factory, not as bad as if someone
had cut off his arm on a saw, they were smiling - that usually mean someone
was shouting morning tea - thats always good. So with my usual economy of
dialogue i found my mate Mac and said "S'up?". He always knows what's up.
"The boss's kid is starting work today - all the brown noses as just
wetting their lips" Do i need to warn you that Mac's mouth gets him in
trouble - nah, you prob guessed it already.  Mac and I are the two second
year apprentices, some of the things he says make me cringe - but thats
mostly at the thought of a fist smashing every bone in his face, most of
the time its just so funny i could pee myself. Yeah, and what he says is
more true than not!

All we heard about the kid was he had just returned from a year overseas,
thats a rich kid's thing - guys like us dont do that. Maybe i could go to
Greece and visit family and maybe afford my own donkey - so i would be the
rich kid around the village, but how far can you get on a donkey.

When we finally saw him Mac's comment was "Did he get kicked out of
kindergarten?". Even i managed to contribute, "He must have taken his nanny
with him".  Anyway he wasnt much interest to us, he was prob going to be
overworked sorting paperclips in the office. There was one odd thing, his
name was Brendan O'Leary, and his fathers name wasnt O'Leary. This was a
puzzle to set the apprentice network into action - we make the CIA look
like amatures. We let the two newest apprentices help. In bigger
organisations we prob wouldnt have talked to them, but spending all my time
with just Mac would be more than a saint could bear, we tolerated them and
encouraged them to grow from slime to be real people - well maybe the four
of us did make a team but we were the top honchos.

At morning tea Little Mike reported in. We hope for his sake he had some
more growing to do, cos even if there hadnt been a big Mike he would still
have been Little Mike. He said that old Blue, there is no young Blue he is
just really old, said the the kid's mother was a kiwi (thats New Zealand
for the GC) got pregnant but went back to NZ and married a farmer while
Doug (the Boss) stayed here and had his own family. What a scandle, nah, we
never realised the Boss had a wild side, he went up a couple of notches in
our eyes. Anyway the kid turned up here about three years ago. Boy, i bet
that was a surprise for his wife.

Mac said "Farm boy eh! I bet his first 200 girlfriends were a flock of
sheep" Jeez, i should go to the toilet before i sit down with Mac. Justin
was squirming in his seat, I dont know what info he had that could be more
juicy than what we just got.

He had spoken to Nick Popo (He has a greek name with 100 letters in it and
rhymes with hippopotomus in 3 places, ... and there are already a young
Nick and an old Nick, he was lucky to avoid being Baby Nick ... and I might
have been embryo Nick)

"Nick says Bren is his friend, they were apprentices together and that Bren
is 22 or 23." Justin's eyes were still bulging so there was more. "Nick
says he is .... gay". The last word bursting out like if it stayed inside
his whole body would have exploded. "Plus Nick also said (and i think he
really just meant you Mac) - Dont fuck with him"

"Bah!" (accompanied by coffee spits - Mac is soooo cultured) "Im cool if he
wants to give me a BJ, but im not going to date him. Anyway, what's he
going to do - bitch slap me."

"No! Nick said, there are 40 guys here who like him and THEY WILL"

At that point two shadows loomed over the table and there was Nick and the
new guy.

"This is Bren O"Leary, now if your parents bothered to name you, you can
introduce yourselves." The Bren guy, looked us each in the face intently
and repeated our names. Boy if i was ever in a police lineup i wouldnt want
this guy there to identify me.

He leaned over the table and looked straight at Mac. "You Scottish?" [Mac
Campbell - get it? cos there is no Mac in his surname ... maybe its an
aussie thing]

"Yep!"

"Do you know why Scotsmen wear kilts?"

"Nop!"

"Cos sheep can hear a zip from a mile off"

Mac was speachless - a first! Fuck i needed to pee badly. We were all
rolling on the floor with laughter. He continued "One thing Nick forgot to
tell you was that Im deaf. And i read lips real well - even from across the
room. I would like to say that im highly offended about the sheep comment"
He looked so serious, and i was thinking about the impact of 40 fists on
Mac's face. "I would like you to know that I haven't had even one
girlfried, i have always liked guys."

And he stormed off ... for about two paces then he and Nick burst into
laughter.

Mac didnt know whether to laugh or cry. I doubt anyone had ever got the
better of him, and certainly not twice in two minutes. And then he fumed
more when guys came up and slapped him on the back "Haha, 200 girlfriends -
good one Mac!". "That bastard stole my joke!!!"

Justin made an interesting obsevation "Nick said he didnt care if people
knew, i guess he doesnt".  True, the gays i knew of were screamers and
girly and to be avoided. And maybe some guys there were rumours about but
they sure didnt say anything and i suppose others that werent even rumoured
about who said even less. But i had never run into a gay guy who joked
about it like it was normal. And he was a joiner too, some hairdresser must
have a vacancy."

In the end we all agreed with Mac, he was cool as long as he didnt want to
date us. We all had girlfriends.

He was an interesting guy to watch, not because he was gay, you almost
forgot about that, but the way he got on with people. It was hard to
believe he was deaf, he talked to people just the way I did, he looked at
them with an intensity like they were the only person in the room, i
suppose he has to do that to read their lips. And anyway if you are deaf
the only person in the room is the one you are looking at.

He worked in the Custom Dept, where they made furniture to specific orders,
as opposed to the factory where we would make to a design, 10 or 50 of
design bol789. So it was normal that he would hang out with guys from that
department, he did but not all the time. Sometimes he would be sitting with
the office ladies, where no man would ever dare to trespass, they would be
screaming with laughter like seven witches brewing a spell to end the
world, or he would sit with the warehouse guys, between them they could
shift a house without bothering with heavy machinery, they would be rolling
with laughter too, tho to my knowledge unless it was disgustingly dirty
they didnt think anything was funny and im surprised they let a gay guy
within 20 metres of them. Over a few days he sat with eveyone, even us
apprentices, he was good company as long as you remembered to touch his arm
if you want him to hear (see?) what you were saying. He and Mac would bait
each other, they loved it, it was prob impossible to offend Bren cos he
would say things about himself that were twice as bad as anything Mac
said. I guess he taught Mac to laugh at himself - he didnt always like the
lessons.

One day Mac asked him if he really had turned off his boyfriend's life
support, it wasnt supposed to be mean, we had all heard the story and none
of us could ever imagine Bren doing that.  Bren just said yes, there were
tears in his eyes and he just got up and left, none of us knew what to do
or say. Mac was shattered, he though of Bren as a good friend, even if a
rival for funniest man at work, and all he could say was "Oh fuck, oh fuck,
oh fuck!".

We went to find Bren to apologise to discover he had gone for a walk. Shit,
if you ever wanted Bren you knew he was working, he loved his work and if
he wasnt there that was bad.  We kept an eye out for him and he didnt come
back all morning, really bad.

He finally came back at lunch time, well he always said nothing would put
him off his food. He was carrying an enormous bunch of flowers. Maybe i was
the only one who noticed he had red eyes, at least he was smiling a bit.

One of the office ladies said "Bren you shouldnt have!"

He gave her a cheesy grin and said "I didnt" - she just laughed "Who then".

"They are for a fabulous guy I know" Jeez who else can stand in the middle
of hetero central and say that ... and live.  "Meeeeeeee", and minced off
to put them in water. It was a relief to see he was pretty much his old
self.  He came back and sat with us, Mac apologised, Bren said it wasnt his
fault it was just something that made him real sad, no shit!!!

We had (before Bren got back) talked about who we would want turning off
our life support, that's a real toughy, I was going to have nightmares
thinking about if I ever had to do it - except if it was Mac's - i might
have to push to the front of the queue, nah - i dont think i could even do
his. Shit we didnt even know whether to admire Bren or sympathise, whatever
it really sucks.

I suppose you want the details!

Bren had a NZ boyfriend when he came to Aus, tho he didnt arrive til later,
so Bren only stayed with his Dad until the boyfriend arrived. Nick said he
had never seen anyone so antsy the week before Brian arrived, it was Bren
who said "a 7-day-long erection" and Mac who said "Wow i never guessed it
was that big".

The boyfriend, Brian, was a whizkid, he was in charge of research at our
fanciest university, and he wasnt even that ancient, he was only 25 when he
died, he did medical research and caught something and was dead in a couple
of days, no it wasnt AIDS and if i ever remember what it was i will type it
in here (something something ...itis).  [meningitis]

Nick said Brian was a real nice guy, you would never have known he was gay
until he said something soppy about Bren. There were about 50 people in the
cafe, Nick said if you added all our brains together you still wouldnt have
come close to how smart Brian was, Mac wouldnt have contributed much on our
side. He wasnt up himself, Nick said one Friday he came from lunch with the
Premier to have a beer with us, and said he preferred our pizza. everyone
liked him even if he hadnt been Bren's boyfriend, not that he would have
been here if he wasnt. Just the kind of guy Bren would like - goodlooking,
smart and good (in the sense he helped other people). Anyway as you know
Bren turned off the life support - he is as likely to have done it both cos
he loved the guy the most and to spare someone else from having to do it.

Bren is a lover, he loves people he only met yesterday, and would be
shattered if they died today, so you can imagine what it was like when his
boyfriend died, total mess.

Thats why Bren went away for a year, he needed to recover. He went to the
islands, Mac said "Sun, sand and hula girls would have helped him, or hula
boys in Bren's case", prob me too, but Bren went as a volunteer to the
Solomon's to help build a hospital and a school, and he had only been gone
a month when there was a big tsunami that washed everything he had spent a
year building out to sea, double bummer. Guess who said "Even for a gay boy
thats gotta hurt".

So when Bren says "Life can be a bitch" thats what he means.

Oh yeah, more about the flowers.

After work that day he went around giving lots of people a flower each. All
the guys in his department, well they were all half gay anyway, all the
ladies in the office, he got more kisses in two minutes than i get in a
month, each of us apprentices - well he said it was to show someone
appreciated what we did - all the manly stuff im sure he meant. And then
all the guys from the warehouse - jeez he must have a death wish, but they
all appeared laughing and carrying their flower, and he wasnt in there long
enough to have given them a bj.  A couple of brutes that even the Hulk
would have called Sir came up to Mac and said he had the prettiest flower
of everyone and how cute he looked holding it. He told them to fuck off,
cringe!!! They just laughed and blew him kisses as they walked off. Another
one came up and Mac said "If you want a date, dont forget you are the
bitch" cringe with sound effects, fortunately Bren rushed up and whispered
something in the guys ear, he laughed and walked off smiling to tell his
mates, they all laughed even louder.

"Gee Mac, i was just trying to get you some new friends" looking as
innocent as a baby, a baby viper. "Go get fucked!", Mac's vocabulary really
isnt that great. Bren said, "Its Friday night and i got a hot date, but i
dont know yet if im going to be the bitch".  Mac had no come back, he
rarely does. How can you insult someone that has listed us some of the
great things about being gay and that is one of the top ones. A mortal
insult to a straight guy and Bren just says "yes please". Bren had even
talked about prostate glands, every guy has one and if you rub it then your
cock gets twice as hard and you get 10 times hornier, even straight guys,
but sometimes he tells stories and you dont find out for weeks that it's
all a big fat lie. Anyway i wasnt going to ask my girlfriend to stick her
finger up my bum. Bren tells us these things cos we "gotta know" and we
will never learn them from anyone else, he's got that right but it also
means we cant check if its all bullshit either. Maybe at dinner i will say
"Hey Dad, does Mum stick her finger up your butt and make you feel good"
yeah, if i want to be sucking food thru a straw for the rest of the year.

Oh yeah! What did Bren say to the guy from the warehouse? He said "Mac said
that cos he knows your dick is way too big for him!"

Once when one of the guys was having girlfriend trouble, Bren said "Thats
one of the good things about being gay, 1. you dont have girlfriends and
2. if two guys do have trouble once they get into a 69 they stop arguing.

One of the other great things about being gay is threesomes.  "With gay
guys the third is going to be another guy, if you guys want a third then
you want another girl, and your girlfriend wants another guy, and there is
no way to resolve that".

He wasnt always on about the gay stuff, he would seriously try and help if
we had girlfriend problems, or study problems or anything else, like Mac
having a strange rash, gross.

One day a couple of weeks after Bren had arrived Chris, the senior
apprentice, there were two senior apprentices but Chris was the bossy one,
and they sat with us since Bren had been here else they would have missed
out talking to him, he said "Have you spotted Bren O'Leary's initials
around yet?" I was thinking carved into a wall, maybe in a toilet stall,
what a nasty mind i have. Even if he was the boss's son i doubt Doug would
be too pleased with that. "Think design, dumb asses".  I was trying to
think of some sort of stylized B O L.

"All the bol (rhymes with moll) designs - did daddy name them after him?"
Obviously Mac's two brain cells were working better than all of mine.

"No! they come from the designer"

"Bullshit! Pull the other leg Chris, it plays 'I wanna be your bitch'" No
need to say who said that. We had discovered that calling someone bitch was
better than saying go get fucked.

"Ask anyone, or just ask old Blue" (he is head of Custom and resident
designer).

"I will" and he did, Blue was only sitting a couple of tables away, so in
under a minute Mac was back - obviously hating being wrong.  "Every fucking
one" was all he said. Mac prided himself on knowing every important piece
of info around the place - and this was a biggy that he should have sussed
out the first day - he was pissed and Chris was smug which made it
delightfully worse.

Chris was trying to find a tune to fit "you wanna be my bitch", Chris might
like Mac but he was a frequent target for Mac and revenge is so sweet. Mac
had learned that if he left the table it would be held against him, so he
sat there and fumed silently... for all our pleasures. Chris worked on
finding exactly the right tune for a week.

The rest of the apprentices did a tally of bol designs, we couldnt believe
Bren had done them all as an apprentice - he had completed his
apprenticeship when he was in the Solomons, which we didnt even know was
possible, some special arrangement by Methodist Missions so they could get
current apprentices working for them, trust them.

We install a million dollars worth of kitchens a month, more than half the
designs were his, all the outdoor furniture, all the dinning chairs, half
the other interior stuff , some office stuff and apparently all the custom
design output while he was here, old Blue was going to retire once Bren was
officially qualified.  We were stunned, we had assumed he was just another
joiner making furniture to old Blue's designs, and he never said anything -
not that we asked - his sex life always seemed the most interesting topic
of conversation.

In the list of priorities in the lives of guys our age sex is first, second
and third, money comes in fourth. It only took til lunchtime for someone to
pose the question "Does Bren get commission for his designs?" It had only
been a week or so previous that one of the joiners was crowing that a
$15,000 kitchen with his design had sold and he was going to get about $150
in commission. We checked with Chris who said anyone can submit a design
and if they sell they get a commission, he said when we do our stint in
Custom we will be given a chance to try to make one, tho we didnt have to
wait til then, but that its not as easy as it sounds.

Mac said what we were all thinking, "Bren got the easy ones, two vertical
lines and call it Manhattan, two horizontal lines and call it Horizon duh!,
two askew lines called Blade and one curved line call Bridge". It did sound
real easy for him, tho there are lots more not so easy. Chris said
"Everyone had 20 years to do it before he got here and didnt". He didnt
know if Bren got commission, maybe being the boss's son he didnt, then of
course we all thought that wasnt fair. I guess cos he looked our age we
felt he was one of us - and he was our friend even if we felt a bit
jealous. Maybe only Mikey looked younger than Bren but any month now that
moustache would kick in.

Having Mac on the team meant subtlety wasnt an option, Bren wasnt around
that lunchtime, sometimes he wasnt, now we knew he was prob out doing a
design for a client. We tracked him down after lunch and Mac just asked
straight out "Do you get a commission for designs?" Bren is such a straight
forward guy he just tells you the answer "Not the custom designs! Thats
part of my salary package, tho i can use the design if i make it
myself. Now! are you guys trying to figure out how much i earn?"

I gave a sheepish nod, Mac is never sheepish.

"Its not that hard you only have to ask a salesman what percentage of sales
are bol designs, but remember three things - everyone here works hard and i
just happen to be lucky with some doodles that are commercial ... and
... all the extra i earn goes into a fund so i can buy this factory from
Doug when he retires, so dont go reminding people that i earn more than
them I feel special enough the way things are ... and ... smile for your
future boss. GET BACK TO WORK."

"That went well" said Mac as we headed back to our jobs. Plus we had been
trying to make a tally of all the individual jobs and then add it up.

It wasnt that hard to get the sales figure, it was pinned to the wall in
the sales office, 2.4 mill for the first quarter, first we divided by 4 to
get a monthly figure but after a lot of discussion figured that was wrong
tho no one was quite convinced, but we all agreed to multiply by 4 to get a
yearly figure was ok and that came to $96,000, fuck, almost 5 times what an
apprentice earns. All Bren said "Got it figured out?  .... a lot eh!"  No
one dared try and find out what his salary was, in the end it didnt matter
cos it never really mattered to Bren. Not long after that old Blue retired,
and Bren became Head of Dept, I guess we all wondered how much extra didnt
matter to Bren either. We had already seen a couple of new bol designs.

His priority was being happy, you would think money would make that easier
but he never big-noted or anything, he didnt even own a car, anyway you
look at TV and there are a lot of rich unhappy celebrities. Being a HoD
didnt change him. All his staff were older than him, how weird is that,
they all thought he was a great boss and deserved the job. We didnt see
quite so much of him, not that he sat with us every day. He had more
meetings and more clients to visit now that news of his return had spread,
apparently some people had waited for him, he already had a great
reputation and getting better. He still sat with everyone and was the boss
guys could talk to, not that everyone got everything they asked for, he
listened and was fair .... and Doug was still THE boss. Bren was sometimes
called Boss Boy.

One other story about designs. One day Mac and I were visiting Bren in his
office, he was cool like that, sometimes he would carry on working and talk
at the same time which must be difficult for him cos he has to use his eyes
to see what you are saying, not like Mac who can talk without using any
brain cells at all. he did have hearing-aids if he had to use the phone,
but he said they gave him headaches, and they didnt work near the factory
noise anyway.

He said he had just figured out a design and pulled out a pad of paper and
started sketching, it only took a minute, just a diamond in the middle and
fans out the top and bottom, squared off and staggered, he said it was art
deko, whatever that is, he did it freehand, all the lines were like they
were ruled and the angles exact and if you folded it in half i bet the top
would have matched the bottom exactly, then he got out coloured pencils and
coloured it in, jet which is black for the diamond and turquoise for the
fans, then little boxes of colour for alternates for the turquoise. He said
he was going to call it 'art' but now that he had seen it he decided it
should be 'Marilyn' after some famous actress. It was a work of art even if
we didnt know what it was based on, you could just tell.

Then Mac said "Fuck, thats exactly the design I had in mind". Even I
recognised that was as big a bald-faced lie as had ever seen the light of
day, and Bren didnt even bite, just said "Really?".

Mac just said "Yes". How he can do that while looking someone straight in
the face, especially Bren, i just dont know. "If thats the case I'll just
screw it up, Im just pleased to get it out of my head, its been rattling
round there for weeks. Sure?" "Yep" and he ripped the page off and had it
half screwed up before Mac finally said "Stop!" and admitted he was
kidding. Usually now would be when Bren would say what a weaselly little
liar Mac was, and laugh because he had called Mac's bluff and beaten
him. But he checked twice that Mac didnt feel it was his idea before he
straightened the paper and put bol on the bottom. He said "I couldnt
imagine anything worse than seeing someone else draw a design you had been
thinking about" and he never razzed Mac about what he said - i absolutely
believe Bren when he says he would have let Mac have it, something that was
prob worth thousands, just because a weaselly liar said yes.

This is starting to sound boring and we havent got to the bit i really
wanted to write about.

Well just one more story. Chris came in one Monday saying he had spent the
weekend installing a kitchen, and rubbing his finger and thumb together
meaning he got paid cash without bothering the taxman. He said it was for
one of Bren's special clients. It seemed that if some one rang up about a
kitchen and sounded camp enought to host a boy scout jamboree then Bren got
sent on the job, Doug's orders - not only had he found out that job was
guaranteed but he would prob get a couple of referrals too, some guys would
ring up and ask specifically for Bren. The other salesmen didnt mind, they
were busy and appreciated that Bren offered the client a different
... aaaah ... perspective. Bren later told us nothing dodgy went on only a
little teasing, tho he turned up in his tightest tee and old torn jeans
that would fall to bits if they were washed one more time. Well given the
way he teased us, anything could have been going on, and not dodgy prob
meant the guy didnt die during it.

The customer wanted it installed yesterday, so Bren did the job with the
help of Chris and Ivan the other senior apprentice. Bren gave them hints of
the best way to do the job, wear the shortest shorts they owned, the
tightest tee, tho that would be even better hanging on the back of a chair,
and if they show a bit of butt crack while they were working the client
would never notice what a crappy job they were doing, like Bren would let
anything pass that wasnt perfect. The job was going well and at lunch Bren
was saying the customer was real pleased with everything, including the
installation but that he had to warn them that they had better not be
caught leaning back against the dinning room table with their thumbs in
their shorts or the guy would be down on his knees wanting to give them a
blowjob ... so ... it was true, they both checked it out and Bren never
said anything about the time they were away from the job. They said they
had to cut their Fri and Sat night dates short so they needed that. So the
lesson was - if Bren wanted you to help on a job, go for it.

After a few months Bren was dating a guy, he made it clear he wasnt a
boyfriend just a friend with privileges, and by privileges he meant hot
steamy sex. The way he told it they went dancing Fri and Sat nights and
were in bed the rest of the weekend, being deaf you would think he wouldnt
be able to dance but he says you feel the beat thru your whole body and
thats all you need - makes sense, and the way he described the gay clubs
they sounded much more exciting than straight clubs, Anyway, I wanted to
see what it was like in the flesh, we were all being so cool about Bren
being gay that i felt OK actually going to a gay club just for the
experience, not that i wanted the other guys to know, you never want to
give Mac any more ammunition than he already has.

So Bren made me agree to all sort of conditions. I wasnt allowed to say i
was straight not that i had to do anything gay, just say im with friends or
say im only here to dance if i actually wanted to dance. IF i did dance i
wasnt allowed to be offended at body contact other than a direct grope of
my crotch or hands down my pants, nor did i have to kiss (if its the first
dance) - I wondered what it would mean if i wanted to dance with a guy a
second time - worse, what would he think it meant.  Bren said he hung out
with the Uni crowd [cos Brian had been a Uni guy so their friends were Uni
guys] and Tim hung out with the doctors - Bren said there were enough
medical staff there that in an emergency they could have a fully
operational hospital going in five minutes, or less if the dance song was
near the end of the track. Bren said i could hang out with the trade guys
but i prob wouldnt have much in common, i guess there werent any joiners
there. Bren said just because i was straight didnt mean i might not want to
go home with a guy, and if i did he wanted to meet the guy first,
especially if he was a trade guy (maybe we needed a new plumber for kitchen
installations) - then he gave me a lecture on safe sex. Stuff he said he
hoped i already knew but it NEEDS repeating. And lastly, dont get drunk cos
he hates drunks.

I couldnt believe Bren said something about me going home with a guy. He
has this thing about bi-guys, he said you never heard about guys living
with their boyfriends and sneaking out to visit a girlfriend and thinks
most so called bi-guys are straights who like sex with other guys. None of
us can work out what the difference is, but he believes sexuality is about
who you love not who you have sex with, and then its also a certain type of
love that includes committment and respect. By his definition i might never
even turn into a straight man, yeah right! Bren thinks its OK to have sex
with who you want and you dont need to put a label on it. Its who you fall
in love with that counts. Its not like we would turn down a bj from a guy
if we were really horny, but going home with one .... thats a bit much!

I didnt feel embarrassed exactly, but didnt want to be picked up from home,
nor from Doug's so eventually i parked at work and they collected me from
there. We went out for a real nice dinner, Bren paid - maybe that was a bit
embarrassing - i could have afforded my share if i didnt eat for the rest
of the month. It was very embarrassing when Bren said Tim knew i was
straight but being young and beautiful made up for such minor faults. Tim
had to be in his 30s, i guess im used to older guys liking younger girls, i
had never given any thought to that applying to old gay guys. And the other
thing that amazed me was the waiters, i know its a given that waiters are
all gay, my apologies to the one that isnt. These guys were like sex in
clothes, i thought a table only had one waiter but we had all five, and
when they found out Bren was deaf and you had to touch him to get his
attention they were holding his hand and stroking his arms, even the chef
came out to check the meals were to our satisfaction and we got
complimentary coffee and brandy, tea for Bren - they just about wept cos
they didnt know thats what he preferred. Bren says its often like that,
family looks after family. Tim left a great tip, so i guess the looking
after works both ways.

The outside of the club was much what you would think, though there were
more girls than i would have expected.  "Honey, those arent regular
girls". Thanks Tim, perhaps i did need to know that, I certainly couldnt
see anything irregular about them, tho some were quite tall.

The inside was packed with guys, and a lot with their shirts off, girls
dont like you flinging sweat over them so that is a novelty, and a lot fall
into the class of beautiful people, of course that includes Bren as
well. Lots of people knew Bren, he was very popular, some even used sign
language, turns out they werent deaf but got Bren to teach them, he was
getting lots of kisses and hugs and hands all over the place. i guess it
took us 15 minutes and a 100 gropes to get where we were going. A group of
about 30 guys mostly around my age, a few more kisses but i guess if he was
settling here there was no rush, i was introduced to some of the closest
and Bren went to get drinks. The guys i was with were normal, i could have
been sitting with them at the league club, further around some had makeup
on and a few making out. After the stories Bren has told us that was all
pretty tame - no threesomes, no-one hanging in a sling - not that any of us
believed the stories he told about slings. I was cool.

I just had normal conversation with the guys next to me, there were 5 of us
on a 3 seater couch, so i could feel their breathing. they were impressed
that i played league and a bit jealous that i worked with Bren and got to
see him every day. I assumed they would have boyfriends but they didnt, not
even friends with benefits (boy was i sounding worldly wise).  "Do you
dance?" i asked. "Sometimes, do you want to, now?"  I couldnt really say
no, since i sounded like i had asked him, so we went and danced. We stayed
on the edge where it wasnt too crowded. It was like dancing with one of my
cousins, just there to have fun, That was Dan, and when we got back Colt
who was on my other side wanted to dance so i had a dance with him too, we
bumped hips a couple of times, but in this place that was cool.

We were reseated when Bren arrived with drinks, he had enough beers for
everyone on the couch and had a bottled water for himself. When he asked
why i looked so sweaty i said i had a dance. He made a glum face tho he
winked at me and said he thought he would get my dance cherry, but he would
settle for seconds, and i had to tell him that had gone as well, he called
me a wild party animal and said if he couldnt be in the top three he would
kill himself so i agreed to dance with him, once i was up he asked the
other two guys to dance with us, it was obvious that like many people there
they had a crush on Bren.

Dancing with Bren made the first two seem like something you would do in
church - at a funeral. He said he could dance, and i guess i thought that
meant he didnt fall over his feet, there was no chance of that. His whole
body moved with the beat, i would have been happy just to watch him, but he
included all three of us, and you didnt feel like you were getting just a
third of him, maybe better put that a third of him was more than enough to
swamp me. His hands were every where, they made me feel so sexy, not gay
just connected to him. I actually rubbed my hand over his arse, i could
always claim it was an accident, but he responded in a way that he knew it
was no accident and it made him feel good. I guess him putting his hand
over mine and grinding his arse into it is a sign of feeling good. The
other two were rubbing his chest and getting rubbed back and even ground
down by his hips. It was a sad moment the song ended, tho i felt i could
hardly stand up. Bren called us all sexy boys and told us our drinks would
be getting warm. On the way back he asked if i was OK, i felt great, and he
said "better than a straight club eh!" he also reminded me i had had a
second dance with two guys already and that after the third dance it was OK
to discuss sexual positions tho he did wink. Most times you were never sure
if he was serious, i was still wondering if Dan and Colt were going to kiss
me.

We were all on a bit of a high and too exhausted to do anything but
boywatch for a while (if i watched the girls i was prob still
boywatching). It was pretty tight on the couch so Dan and Colt each had an
arm around me and that was cool. Dan was curling my curls, girls like doing
that too. They were really buzzed to dance with Bren, well so was i and im
straight.  Bren danced most songs and sat out ones that didnt have a heavy
beat, he always seemed to have 3 guys with him, maybe he has found that one
guy alone dies of exhaustion before the song finishes. I dont know if he
danced with everyone in the club, but he sure seemed to be trying.  Even so
he would stop by regularly maybe to check i was OK, i felt cared for not
smothered. I couldnt believe around midnight he curled up in a chair and
went to sleep, everyone laughed at my stunned look and said he has an
hour's nap and then is good for a couple more hours of dancing.

A couple of other guys danced with me and i even went a third round each
with Dan and Colt, and a fourth with them and Bren when he finished his
nap. Bren's t-shirt had long gone, i felt very sexy when i took mine off
for the second dance with Bren. He did something to my nipples and they got
all tingly and he wouldnt leave them alone, and then Colt licked them and
fuck i almost took off thru the roof. I thought Bren had put some sort of
drug on them, but he was so anti-drugs that wasnt possible. Colt was
laughing that he loved licking a guys nipples when they got sensitive, like
it was normal.

Well apart from having to protect my nipples for the rest of the night that
was pretty much it.  I think Colt kinda hinted at me going home with him,
or maybe there really was something in a book he wanted to show me, but i
said my mother was waiting up for me, which was true, they both laughed and
understood.

Out of 10, the night was a 12, I really enjoyed myself, i always thought i
was an average dancer, but there i felt great, and dancing with guys was
way more fun than it ought to be and Dan and Colt could be friends tho we
hadnt made any commitment other than i might come to the club again, if
Bren didnt mind me tagging along maybe i would. The nipple thing worried me
a bit but Tim said it was medically normal, just that straight guys didnt
usually get their tits titivated and he offered to show me how much more
sensitive they could get. Hmmm, no thanks. I asked him about prostrates,
since no one had ever confirmed what Bren told us, he agreed with Bren. Wow
having a doctor friend is very handy. (and he did correct my pronunciation
- guess i wont make medical school)

On Saturday night i went out with my girlfriend, just so ya know. She was a
bit miffed that i had gone out with some workmates the night before. Boy,
if i had gone home with Colt she would have been really miffed.

During the week Bren asked me if i had had enough of dancing with boys. I
guess i hadnt, he was quite happy for me to tag along and i was looking
forward to it, prob even more cos i knew what fun it was.

We went out to another restaurant, same performance, jeez those guys would
have cut up Bren's food and feed it to him ... with their tongues, maybe
even me too. Tim paid, i was trying to say how i wished there was some way
to repay him, and he said he could thimk of a way. Bren thumped him in the
arm, he tried to look all offended and said he was only talking about a
dance at the club. Bren rolled his eyes, Tim and I did settle on a dance
tho he insisted it be a slow one - being he was so old. Bren said i didnt
have to take shit from anyone, even if he was senile and had paid for my
dinner. We all laughed but it was more true than not.

When we got to the club i left Bren to fight his way to the Uni boys. i was
relieved to find Dan and Colt already there, they both gave me a kiss and a
hug, I felt a bit of a fraud, i actually didnt mind the kissing,we had
danced twice so i was expecting it and i wasnt the only guy getting kisses,
but there was a certain irony about me wondering what they would say if
they found out i was straight - would they still be my friends?

Colt rushed off to get a round of drinks, he said with Bren its hard to buy
a him a round, i was thinking along those lines too, Bren is really
generous and i didnt want to take advantage.  When Bren did arrive and had
a water waiting he looked as pleased as Xmas morning, he said he liked
buying drinks here cos it was the only place he didnt have to produce
ID. Even if he had been 12 he wouldnt have any problems round here. he knew
everyone. Prob knew all the bar staff by name, their boyfriends names, and
sent them all birthday cards.

I had a good time. i danced a lot more, several times with Dan and Colt,
and other guys asked me to dance so i did, some of them said i was hot and
a great dancer, wow. Colt kept wanting me to take off my tee, yeah i knew
why he wanted me to do that. even when he just rubbed my nipples thru my
t-shirt that felt strangely good. Of course the dances with Bren were
special, Dan and Colt danced with us and they were in heaven. They didnt
usually get to dance with Bren two weeks in a row, so three times in one
night was awesome. Bren just enjoys himself, he is such a happy guy that he
makes everyone around him happy too.

The slow dance with Tim wasnt too bad, even if his hands were on my arse
the whole time, he is a bit like Bren in that he is honest about himself,
young guys turn him on, that certainly wasnt a gun in his pocket that i
could feel while we were dancing. I had never even seen another guys hard
cock, but now i knew what one felt like - well i did say i was going there
for new experiences. There was prob an imprint on my thigh if i really
wanted to see what one looked like.

Dan and Colt were from the outback, they hadnt known each other before
coming to Melbourne a couple of months ago but their stories were the
same. It was a two day drive to borrow a cup of sugar from the neighbour,
there were no unrelated girls so not having a girlfriend caused no hassles,
as long as they werent shagging the sheep their parents were happy. they
were sent to university, if they got a degree that was a bonus, they were
here to get a wife and they both considered that the inevitable outcome,
they would enjoy what time they could hanging out with boys. they didnt
seem too sorry for themselves that was just the way their lives worked out,
so we danced some more and i even took off my tee. fuuuuuck.

On Saturday night Mary-ann was still miffed ... and ... she had her
period. enuf said. At least i had a good Friday night.

The next week, Bren said there was a party night on Saturday, I thought i
was already going to party night, apparently not. I was invited for Friday,
Saturday or both. i chose both. That was when Mary-ann told me i could make
any plans i liked cos she was going to be making her own plans - without
me. Well .... Dan and Colt dont get periods and they dance better, as to
the rest - a boy can manage if he has to, like i had managed last weekend.

Tim invited me to stay over at his place since we were going out two nights
in a row, on the couch. At least thats what Bren said he said.

On the Friday Tim was called back to the hospital for some emergency, so it
was just Bren and me. Apparently 3 Fridays in a row without a call would be
a miracle. Tim let Bren use his Merc, we drove with the top down even tho
it was almost winter, well you cant expect to be kewl and comfortable, we
got lots of looks when we got to the city, prob cos it was winter and we
had the top down, we were pleased to get to a warm restaurant. I bought
drinks at the bar while we waited, he is a cheap date, a lite beer, the
other nights he had half a glass of wine, watered down. he says he doesnt
need to drink to have a good time, thats sure true. And some comment about
two beers and he is anyones, three beers and he is everyones.  It was great
having him just to myself, he felt like my best friend ever, i guess he
is. i even told him about getting an erection when Colt was licking my
nipple, he laughed and said it was a normal male reaction, and that Colt
could give a statue an erection.  The service was even better than before
and it wasnt only Bren getting the attention. Every waiter kept
straightening the napkin on his lap, and he just kept encouraging them
until im sure they were rubbing him.

Maybe in these fancy restaurants you only pay for the main, given the
prices, we got complimentary dessert, coffee/tea, brandy (i had to drink
them both) and chocolates. Even if you didnt NEED to drink to have a good
time, it sure made it easy to come up to speed. i kissed Dan and Colt when
we got to the club, and decided to drink water for the rest of the night. I
still had as much fun. I didnt feel that i was being overly gay, i was just
dancing with my friends and they liked to touch me and liked me to touch
them , even my new friends that i hadnt met before. And i had my shirt off
early which pleased Colt no end. Guys kept saying i had a great bod, i
guess not sitting at a desk all day means im not too flabby, maybe better
than average, but no match for Bren. i even had a slow dance with Bren, we
just held each other and swayed cos he couldnt feel a beat. I couldnt
believe it when my tongue came out and licked his nipple, it was all sweaty
too. I dont know what i felt tho it wasnt disgusted. I must be picking up
bad habits from Colt. he just hugged me a bit harder and it all semed
natural. I might not be as good as Bren but i loved dancing. i was up
dancing so much i was thinking having a nap wasnt such a bad idea. That
night was just the warm up for Saturday, quite a few guys left early to get
their beauty sleep - including us.

When we got to Tim's very nice apartment he was home and the sofa was made
up to a comfortable looking bed. Tim came out and gave us both a kiss, and
offered to scrub my back when i had a shower, ... that was exactly what i
expected from him, i was hardly surprised he was naked.

Bren said he would have first shower so i would have plenty of time to
think about Colt and his tongue. When Tim asked who Colt was Bren said
"He's the frontrunner of the many boys who want to get Jackson into bed."
"Humph! Tell them there is a line behind me" Bren spanked him real hard on
the butt. That was one shock too many, im sure Tims cock was getting hard,
and i wasnt even coping with several guys wanting to go to bed with me,
Colt had never even hinted after that first night. And, well, Tim was Tim,
i knew where i stood with him, and could see where he stood with me.

Tim talked a bit more and his cock was getting harder. Bren finally rescued
me and took Tim away, i silently wished him good luck with that, he had
certainly never been bashful about telling us what a big cock was good for
even if he never actually said directly he did all those things. I dont
know if i was disappointed or not that Bren was wearing a towel.

i was going to have a quick shower but it did take a bit longer than
originally planned.

I woke on saturday morning to the sound of a busy kitchen, i slept really
well, I hadnt heard any bumping noises, but thats not to say there werent
any. They were both just wearing underwear, i kinda guessed it was a
concession cos of visitors, i had already seen Tim, and maybe wouldnt have
minded seeing Bren, oh well, tho what would i have done if undies was
over-dressed. Bren cooked really well, we had heard he was good, he always
made something fancy for his work lunch, but this was another thing he was
great at, he said he considered being a chef but didnt fancy the hours, he
was cooking up sausages, eggs, mushrooms, tomatoes and a potatoe omlette
thingee, he was also mixing muffins, making a bacon and egg pie if we
decided to go out for a picnic lunch, stuffing a chook and peeling
vegetables. I offered to peel, he was so pleased at the offer. Peeling and
making toast are my limit, my Mum doesnt like having men in her kitchen,
too messy. Bren was also washing up as he went, the only things to clean
were still in use. I made the toast too.

Everything was laid out nicely on the table, all hot at the same time, and
just seemed to taste better than any other breakfast i ever had. Bren
suggested going to the zoo, Tim suggested going to the bedroom - i got to
choose. The zoo won but that wasnt as dead cert as you might expect. I
hadnt been for years, i thought of it as a little kid's thing, sometimes
Bren is just a tall little kid. We had fun, Tim was happy to walk behind us
as long as we wiggled our butts from time to time. Lunch was so tasty too,
Bren had taken all the breakfast leftovers, chopped them up added a
dressing and it made an amazing salad, plus a green salad and the pie and a
bottle of wine, and great company, even Tim. I guess he is a bit like Mac,
takes a while for him to grow on you - like mould.

We eventually headed home for a nap, Tim said i could nap between him and
Bren, he is nothing if not insistent. The sofa was still comfortable. We
had dinner at home cos we had to arrive at the club early just to get
in. The roast chicken could have come straight from a restaurant anyway,
tho i did miss the waiters.

We were lucky to get in when we did, i doubt the place could hold 3 more
people, they were choosing Mr Gay Melbourne, and it was a fabulous party,
there was a poster on the wall which said so, there were performers, drag
queens dancing and singing, strippers who even if they didnt go all the way
you didnt need x-ray glasses to work out what was underneath, everyone was
already having a great time. I eventualy found Dan and Colt, thank
goodness, cos i lost Bren, they had never seen anything like this either, i
was an honourary outback boy or they were honourary Dandenong boys - most
people there prob considered that the same.  Bren eventually found us, he
had drinks, just as well cos we hadnt moved in case we missed something. he
had 5 beers so we had a couple to spare, Bren said getting 5 meant he didnt
end up with a pocket full of change. he didnt have a pocket which would
take anything thicker than a note. The show was great and they were a hot
group of guys vying for the title, Dan picked the winner so he got free
drinks for the rest of the night and our title of Mr Hottie Spotter,
dancing proper didnt start til after midnight. Partying can be so
exhausting, i didnt last long with the dancing, after an hour we all
wilted. i almost went home with Colt, but I didnt know if it was just to
sleep or other stuff, he didnt say whether to crash beside him or on top of
him, i certainly didnt know what we were supposed to do and i wasnt too
sure he did either. My nipples said yes, but the rest of me went with Bren.

When we got back to Tim's place he made his usual offer, i was horny and
now i didnt know what to say, i just shrugged, Bren sent Tim off to bed,
sat me down and hugged me. He was telling me how i had to make decisions
that were right for me. If i wanted to try something he thought that was
good, it just meant i could make a better decision not that my life was
changed forever. Even so some tryouts were more important than deciding on
a new brand of toothpaste. He suggested that maybe i would want to come in
for a couple of minutes of cuddling. That sounded good, i whispered "I love
you", he said "I love you too", damn i forgot he reads lips. he kissed me
on top of the head, said that doesnt make us boyfriends tho, just good
friends, and no guarantee of benefits. With Bren you knew where you stood,
whether you liked it or not.

We went to the big bed. Tim was under the sheets but i knew he would be
naked already, Bren stripped off, well that was one mystery solved, i
couldnt believe he had no pubes, i wondered if there was something wrong
with him, he must have seen my look and said he shaved them off, practice
til he needed to shave his face, we had noticed that it took him a whole
week til he had enough whiskers to bother with.  i guess you would say his
bits were average, but at the hot end of average, made me wish i could
carve him in marble and keep a replica in my room that i could polish every
day.Actually perfectly proportioned would be a better description. i
stripped off too and jumped into the indicated spot between them. Bren told
Tim the rules, just cuddling. He has often said he isnt a control freak
... as long as everyone is doing what he wants to do he just goes along. He
said not to worry if i got a hard-on it was just a normal reaction to
cuddling. he spooned into my back and already had a normal reaction. he
played with my nipples and i did too, immediately. Tim was stroking my arms
and tummy, smiling, well, getting me naked and in his bed was now off his
wish list, and the two minutes hardly started before he was cuddling my
cock and balls. I guess i was relieved that it felt so sexy and so good, i
sure didnt stop him. Not even when he slid down the bed and started
cuddling with his lips, fuck, Bren on my nipples and Tim doing things i had
NEVER felt before, i doubt the two minutes was up before Tim was smiling
like the cat who got the cream.  Then i was totally relaxed and so
comfortable in Bren's arms, and even if his hard cock was resting on my
butt i still felt totally safe. I was asleep in moments, and no way did i
want to get out of that bed.  I woke up in the middle of the night cos the
bed was rocking, i couldnt resist a peek and was totally surprised it was
Bren doing the rocking and Tim on the bottom, that was one long held
assumption shattered, I just pretended i was asleep all the time.

In the morning Bren washed my back and i washed his, it was just an
extension to the cuddling, we didnt dress for breakfast, and i wasnt too
too embarrassed when they commented on the stamina of 19 year olds, they
were obviously very used to wandering around naked. I hinted they were prob
worn out after last night, they laughed not even slightly embarrassed i had
caught them at it, Tim said i should have joined in.  "Where?" i wondered
without moving my lips.

Bren was listing off what he required from a boyfriend. Sense of humour,
honesty, versatile (all the apprentices now knew what that meant, both top
and bottom) and not too much of a slut. he said there were 101 things,
knowing him there probably were. I was shocked that he said out loud Tim
wasnt too good on number 4, he was distracted by every 19 year old that
crossed his path ... and 18 year olds ... and 17 year olds, Tim just smiled
a cheesy grin and said he hoped i didnt have a birthday coming up. Yep! he
might be honest but i guess he was a slut.

Bren had told us appentices that sometimes sex is just a sport, but you
didnt want a full time sportsman for a boyfriend.

I could figure out what Tim was getting out of it, even if Bren wasnt 19 he
sure looked it and sexy as hell, all Tim had was a big cock, all Bren ever
said was he liked being naked around the house. he cooked and cleaned, but
Tim had to iron, bet that pissed him off.  It was pretty cool there, i
could do my own stuff or hang out with them, i liked helping Bren with the
cooking. I discovered Tim's porn collection, well actually he pointed at it
and said to help myself, plus he had a computer full of stuff, and an icon
straight to Nifty, phew! I was spending all Saturday there, except for my
league games, They came and watched, Bren cheered for me, Tim cheered for
everyone on both sides, I was playing under-20s, said he never realised
what he had been misssing out on. he kept offering to be team scrubber in
the showers - at least he only said it in front of me, not the whole team
thank god. the sofa at Tim's turned into a full time sofa again.

A couple of weeks later, i guess we had been partying harder than usual,
and on the Monday at lunch Bren put his head down and fell asleep, everyone
was tip toeing around him and I said "Dont worry, he can sleep thru the
music and dancing at the club " .... ooops!!!

My so called friend didnt even pause for breath "You been going to the gay
club?" Actually that was a statement not a question. The question was "You
gay?". This was the middle of the cafe, everyone i worked with was there,
and it wasnt a question i had actually answered for myself, but all i could
think was that Bren valued honesty above everything else, and i guess i did
know the answer, so i just said "Yes". That was when the roof fell in, the
sky was plumeting down and a giant hole was opening below me. Actually,
nothing happened. Mac just said "Cool. You and Bren doing it?" accompanied
by specific hand motions. "No we just dance together sometimes." "So is the
club as good as Bren says?" Fuck, what about ME being gay!!!

I guess as far as breaking the ice, there was no ice left after Bren, it
seemed one gay boy or two gay boys, no difference. Everyone just went back
to eating their lunch.

When Bren eventually woke up and I told him he gave me a hug in front of
everyone and said "Damn, Ive been telling everyone that my theory that
straight boys dont rub gay boy's arses is wrong." then laughed "Oh! no i
havent, i never believed i was wrong for an instant." I asked if i was that
obvious. "Not your brain, just your heart." how come now i felt being
straight was only a dream, when half an hour before it was my only reality.

I did get to sit at the ladies table sometimes and they are so evil, made
the warehouse guys seem like angels in comparrison. And the ladies thought
we would make a lovely couple. And fuck, the way they talked about men im
not surprised no straight guy ever sat there.

After that Bren and i were still going out clubbing, i would even go on my
own when he and Tim had some fancy party to go to, it was good but not as
good, tho i didnt have any spare dances. Colt still didnt get lucky, i
decided i would rather wait for Bren. i liked getting cuddles, even Tim's
cuddles - fuck say it - BJs, blowjobs, suck me til my balls are
drained. Tim finally got to touch my prostrate, he said if i didnt like it
he would send me a bill and call it a medical examination, i never asked
for a bill. He loved to suck me while fingering my prostrate, i loved it
too, if i never got more gay than that i would still be a happy chappy. But
i did. I always kinda thought that it would be Bren who took my cherry, the
way we cuddled sometimes he only had a millimetre to go before he was
there. But he said NO. Said if i didnt like it then it would spoil our
friendship and also cos it wasnt a good look for the boss to be fucking the
apprentice. i dont know why he was worried about the second bit, half the
people at work assumed we were doing it, the other half were certain we
were doing it. i could kinda see the point of the first. So it was Tim.

With Bren around there was no way i could feel taken advantage of, he made
sure i knew exactly what i was doing, he made sure i wanted to do it, he
made sure i really wanted to do it, and that if i changed my mind 2 seconds
after it began or 2 seconds before it finished that was OK too, fuck the
romance this was just sex, he pretty much said that too, he is a real nice
guy but sometimes he can be almost brutal. He checked if i wanted him to be
there, it hadnt occurred to me he wouldnt be, they certainly werent worried
that i was there when they did it so he held my hand, stroked my head and
rubbed my shoulders. Tim was real good, probably, how would i know it was
my first time, it didnt hurt ... much, hell we used 20 bottles of lube,
just sort of tight, and Jesus was coming, i was coming, Tim was coming and
Bren was coming. yeah, definitely one of the great things about being
gay. Afterwards i just wanted to cuddle up to Bren, deep inside i kinda
felt that Tim had taken advantage of me even if it was my idea, he sure got
what he wanted and if he had said anything i probably would have thumped
him. But it was just sex, great sex so if i was in the mood i said yes,
... how many times is a 19 yo NOT in the mood.

To skip ahead a bit, the first guy i fucked was Bren, and i dont think even
he could make a difference between the apprentice fucking the boss and vice
versa. So he went the extra millimetre and it was great, really really
great, best by far of all my lovers. After that bedtime sure wasnt restful,
i had to take naps on the sofa during the day, and even then Tim might wake
me up with a blowjob. Talk about the stamina of a 37 yo. i liked licking
Bren's nipples (between fucks i mean), it was some time before i gave him a
blowjob, my licking just got lower and lower over time until one night i
was doing it. We were all versatile so that made for a lot of
combinations. And just as well doctors have plenty of free condoms to give
away.

It was winter and Bren took Tim to NZ to go skiing, and stay with his
family. Bren cant ski, he cant surf or ride a skateboard, he cant ride a
bike or even stand on one foot, he says his bad ears cause him to have
balance problems. They are all my favourite things, even standing on one
foot. Thats crappy for him, but he just laughs it off, not that he has much
choice.

Anyway when he came back he was fuming about Tim, said Tim just sat there
the whole time and treated his mother like a servant and didnt lift a
fucking finger. That was the first time any of us had heard him swear like
that, he used the f-word in its proper sense, he didnt say intercourse or
sexual congress or stupid things like that, but if he said damn you knew
something was seriously wrong. To get on the wrong side of Bren is a feat
equivalent to flying to the moon, almost no one on the planet is going to
do it, Tim was in deep schtook. Bren just stopped going out with him. We
would see him at the club and they still talked, but Tim had lost all
priveleges.

So the next Friday night he took me home to Doug's, wow that was weird, tho
surely Doug knew about us, nothing happened at work he didnt know about,
not that we were fucking at work. Nice house, nice room, he showed me a
chest of drawers that was the first piece of furniture he ever designed and
made, nothing better than that came out of the factory except for the stuff
Bren was making now.  How come everyone can start with the same pieces of
wood but Bren's finished job looks 10 times better. And Bren's bed was
perfect for just two, us two. Actually i preferred it that way.

I didnt meet the family til breakfast Sat morning, Doug slapped me on the
back and said to just make myself at home and he hoped i slept well, with a
grin that implied he doubted i slept at all, his mother (Doug's wife) made
sure we were sitting next to each other, and said i was doubly welcome,
especially if i brought Bren with me, took me a while to figure out he
hadnt been home for a weekend for a while. he had a younger brother and
sister and they were cool. Bren and Shirley cooked, he got me to make the
toast, prob to show i had some talent. It was all totally normal, nicer
than normal.

I went skateboarding with Toby, he said that was great cos neither Bren nor
Brian could do it, we took Gina to the mall, all her girlfriends really
love Bren, when she was younger he used to make tiny party cakes for her
afternoon teas. Gina asked me if i was Bren's new boyfriend, i said not yet
(wishful thinking?) and she was very disappointed and told me very
seriously that Bren needed a new boyfriend.

They treated me like one of the family right from the start, tho when we
went out Shirley asked if we had condoms, my mother asks if i have clean
underwear. I saw her ask Toby once, he went bright red, i dont know if that
meant he did have one or didnt have one. I was spending a lot of time there
so i tried to do things to help out. I even bought an expensive chocolate
cake as my contribution, Doug took me aside and said he knew what an
apprentice earned (well he did pay me) and that i should spend my money on
enjoying myself and that i was welcome there without any fancy trimmings
because i was good for Bren. I did discover Bren's greatest weakness, so it
was well worth the price of the cake. He was such a healthy eater i would
never have guessed he was prepared to eat the whole cake by himself. After
that i became his chocolate cake and he could never get enough. Some nights
we didnt even go clubbing.

I finally decided to invite Bren home to meet my family, he warned me that
after 2 minutes everyone would realise he was gay and that might reflect on
me. 2 minutes, shit 1 minute if they were slow, he isnt obviously gay, he's
just gentle, caring, arty, obviously too nice to be straight. he had a
t-shirt that said "When i grow up i want to be butch". What made it so
funny was that it was never going to happen. he had other great t-shirts
too, "Im so hot i need a fireman" "If i said your body was great would you
hold it against me", "I cant even think straight", one with a guy
skateboarding down a hill that said "between top and bottom", "Carpenters
perfer tongue and grove" and "Carpenter: has wood, will nail". When he wore
that to work everyone applauded, if a straight guy had worn it the ladies
would have torn it to shreds. Of course they never saw the undies that said
"If you can read this ... its your lucky day" . Still, a guy could have a
gay friend and not be gay, even if i was or invite a workmate home for a
meal even if i had never done it before.

I introduced him to my parents and my sister, after 2 minutes my Mum
invited him to help her in the kitchen, maybe she had heard all gay guys
can cook. My sister told me what they said. The door wasnt even closed
before my Mum asked him "Is Jackson gay?" "That's something you should be
asking him" "You're the one he stays with every weekend" "We're just
friends" " ... more that that" "Cuddly friends" then Mum says "Im a modern
woman i know about these things, Ive got nephews .... as long as he is
happy. Is he happy?" "Very" and then they got stuck into cooking.

All she said to me later was "If you going to have a boyfriend, make sure
he is like Brendan."  My Dad just said i could invite Bren back any
time. My sister thought he was a hunk and would sleep with him anytime I
wasnt.

Well as a certain friend of mine once said "That went well"

Another of Bren's criteria for a boyfriend was he had to be out. I didnt
give myself much of a chance with him cos he also said they had to be
older. By older he really meant mature and sorted, i guess being around
Bren so much made me more sensible, prob all the apprentices were, we
avoided some mistakes cos Bren had told us what they were and the
consequences. Certainly there were no little Bren's toddling round
Melbourne, he supplied us with condoms, via Tim's free supply, and reminded
us every Friday to use them. Anyway I guess i hoped that i was going to be
mature, we both wanted the same things, and its easy to sound mature when
he has thought of everything and you just have to agree.

he is so different, it isnt just being gay or sex, he looks at life totally
different from anyone any of us had ever met. he used to bake bread when he
was on the farm, now he buys it at the supermarket cos he says having it
sliced is really neat. Who ever thinks about bread being sliced, whoever
says really neat, or goes for a walk in the park because the grass has just
been mowed or looks at the butresses on a building. Of course he wont go
near a hospital and thinks he has to hold a plane in the air using the
armrests. he brushes his teeth six times a day, cos he hates dentists so
much. He has only had one filling and doesnt intend to give them another
go.

Doug told me a story about Bren when he was a second year apprentice like i
am now. What you need to know is that Bren doesnt like blood, even people
talking about it would make Bren go pale, and if he sees a plaster with a
dark patch then he goes real pale, so much so guys had stopped kidding him
about it cos there was no sport about it, it was a dead cert he was going
to go pale and go all quiet, which generally pissed off everyone else cos
he is no fun when he is like that. he had done his first aide courses and
passed with top marks, he was excellent with CPR, pressure points and
bandaging - at least when they were only pretend injuries. Bren said when
the instructors told a blood and guts story he would just stare at the
buttons on the guy's shirt and didnt "hear" anything until everyone around
him looked like they were going to throw up then he knew the story was
over. But Bren also had the quickest brain for assessing whats happened and
what needs doing. By the time everyone else has focused, he is listing the
priority actions and saying who should be doing what.

When they did their course, the final test was simply an assessment of a
drawing with three stick men and a car with 2 skid marks. While everyone
was figuring they could have done a better picture when they were five
years old Bren had it all sussed.

After about 1 second Bren said "I hope the driver has great insurance cos
he has just taken out $100 million worth of NBA players."

The lecturer asked why and this is what Bren replied.

"The picture shows a car which has just hit 3 pedestrians. An average car
is 2.2m long so comparing them to the car all the guys are over 2m
tall. The only place you are going to get 3 random people that tall is if
they are Zulu warriors, but they usually walk single file and prob wouldnt
be caught unawares by a car anyway or around a basketball venue.

The guy at the top is dead given the angle of his head, must have been a
bad landing, nothing we can do for him. the one at the bottom has also been
struck a glacing blow and probably has a broken right hip and right leg and
needs to be put in recovery on his left side. The one on the middle is a
mess, he has been hit with the full force of the car, he has been thrown
over 12 metres and probably reached a height of 6m (about a 2 story drop)
so as well as hip and leg breakages he probably has internal injuries from
the "fall" and maybe neck and head injuries as well, i wouldnt even touch
him just clear his breathing and get an air ambulance here asap.

you can see the cracks in the windscreen caused by the passenger not being
belted up so he will have face and head injuries, pull him out and put him
in recovery, the driver probably has two broken arms, since there is a skid
he would have braced himself for the collission, and since the passenger
wasnt wearing a seatbelt then he probably wasnt either so he probably has
broken ribs and maybe punctured lungs as well, but i wouldnt shift him cos
the steering wheel is probably all that keeping him upright enough to
breath.

And you may as well call the cops to get the drugs out of the trunk cos
they must have been high to be driving so recklessly".

He scored 140% cos his answer was better then the one professionals had
spent a month working out. Their driver didnt have broken arms, they didnt
call for an air ambulance and didnt factor in the effect of the "fall" or
call the cops. Meanwhile the rest of the guys were wondering how you can
tell that a stick figure has internal injuries. Bren's brain just sucks in
all the facts at a glance and has instant output like a super
computer. Bren was put on the work Injury Response Team, because he would
have everything worked out before the others had even taken nominations for
the chair of the action committee.

God thats a boring bit, if its still here thats cos it took me two hours to
type. Guess Bren doesnt joke about people getting maimed and dying, Tho
there is not much he takes seriously, he still wonders if a guy in a
wheelchair waits while it is serviced. Well he did tell us about a blond
guy who Tim saw in ER who has shot off half a finger, Tim said he was
trying to commit suicide, well he was blond, he was going to shoot himself
in the chest but he has spent years at the gym getting his pecs just right,
he was going to shoot himself in the mouth but his teeth had cost
thousands, so he put the gun to one ear, and realising it would make a loud
noise put his finger in the other ear.

At work Bren became the safety nazi, he only needs one glance to see if
someone is putting himself in danger. And even tho he was only a 2nd yr
apprentice, which is just one step up from doggy doo on the bottom of your
shoe, he would front up to anyone and tell them what was wrong. Not that he
was officious, his main argurment was "I dont care if you chop off your
arms at the shoulders but are you going to clean up the mess? NO!!! its
going to be me and i hate blood!" And so all those macho guys who
considered it sissy to jump out of a plane with a parachute, would put on
their safety visors and replace safety shields so Bren didnt have to clean
up their blood. They could do the kid a favour without compromising their
macho-ness.

One day Bren was walking thru the factory, and before he finished his
second step he detoured to a machine and pushed the emergency stop button,
which stops the machine and sounds a hooter. Guys often push them so little
hoots going off dont cause any concern, but if you hold the button down the
hooter continues and the longer you hold it the faster the factory manager
comes running. Bren held it til the manager was at a brisk walk.

The manager said "Whats the matter, Tony?"

Bren answered, obviously forgetting the fact that apprentices dont speak
until spoken to. "Its not safe to cut that component on this machine, it
should be that one".

The manager was stuck between a rotting mould and a smelly fungus, since
Bren was right.

"How did you know what he was cutting?"

Bren's reply "We made an office cabinet with the swing down drawer about
six month's ago and i saw a pair then, and its the only component we make
that has that shaped curve."

"So you saw it once six month's ago and remembered the exact curve?"

"Yes, its quite distinctive, its obvious really!"

The manager said "If I tell Doug what a smart arse kid he'd got he will
just go all proud on me" and gave Bren a gentle cuff on the head.

"No, he'll just be pleased im not putting a bag of human bits on his desk"

 "Tony, shift it over to the Dillon Saw. Do you know the cuts?"

"I'll look it up"

"Do you know the cuts Bren?" assuming the smart arse kid wouldnt.

Bren spent half a second staring at the pattern and said "Yep!"

"Fuck, I'd be worried about my job if i didnt know Blue already has you
lined up on his. You can help Tony for the rest of the morning so he gets
caught up. And Tony, do the cuts the kid tells you, if the book says
something different, it will be wrong."

If I walked thru the factory tomorrow, say 20 seconds to get from one side
to the other, i prob couldnt even tell you how many guys were working
there, and definitely no chance that i would recognise what they were
working on and i didnt even know we made fold down drawers. Anyway just
another example of how quick Bren's brain works.

He had lunch with the factory guys, they scoffed their meat pies and steak
sandwiches while Bren ate his salad with sliced chicken breast done cajun
style. The guys knew that if they retired with all 10 fingers it would be
nine tenths thanks to Bren.

At last .... the story ....

Even with Bren the safety nazi around accidents can still happen, one day
one of the warehousemen was pulling down a section of kitchen bench. Most
pieces join at a corner so the ends are cut at 45 degrees and are very
pointy, like a spear. The piece was stuck so the guy stood in front and
pulled, it was a big pull and not much stick, he tumbled over and the
pointy bit went thru his chest and pinned him to the floor. Splat! Blood
everywhere.

Someone sounded the main alarm, two blasts for an injury - the receptionist
calls the ambulance and the injury team drop everything and come running
and everyone else runs around shouting "the warehouse, the warehouse" so
they know where to go. (one blast for fire cos you dont want to be hanging
around for a second blast in a room where everything is flameable and half
of that is coated in accelerants).  Bren was the last to respond cos
someone has to tell him the alarm has sounded (they've added flashing
lights for him now). So he comes running round the corner, sees everything
in a flash the way he always does, he doesnt just turn pale at the sight of
blood splashed all over the place, they say his eyes rolled up til there
was just white and he fainted while still running, and ran face first into
the concrete floor, not even putting out his arms.

He woke up briefly to say "Dont move it, cut off the bulk, order a new one,
dont get sawdust in the wound" and then passed out again.

When the ambulance arrived one guy had to look after Bren, he put a neck
brace on, and loaded him into the ambulance. They said he was just waking
up when they loaded Dobby and passed out again when he saw the blood
bubbling up from Dobby's punctured lung.

When Doug finally got to the hospital, Dobby was already in surgery,
nothing they couldnt fix, just messy, Brian arrived and they went looking
for Bren who was in the ER, still out and with a nurse sitting with
him. She said they were waiting for the neurologist as they suspected brain
damage, Bren had been sedated because he wasnt reacting to any of their
questions and was trying to to get away.  Brian pulled out hearing aids,
suggesting that might help, he also asked if Tim Stone was on duty cos he
knew Bren and would be able to help with the assessment.  The nurse raised
her eyebrow when Brian said Tim was Bren's personal physician.

Brian added "Bren is MY boyfriend, Tim is just his friend"

And the nurse laughed "Dr Stone wouldnt like that" and went to find him.

Dr Tim came storming into the room, "Did that thug try and beat up Bren?
I'll go shove that block of wood thru his spine and finish off what Bren
started." he calmed down after the seperate accidents were explained.

"I saw them arrive and thought I recognised the body, but his face was
covered with gauze, and contrary to rumour i do need to see peoples faces
to recognise then - if they are dressed anyway. This is almost how i met
Bren, some gay basher attacked Bren, got in one punch to the face and Bren
hit back and in half a second had him flying down the steps at the club, he
bounced on the footpath and started bleeding from his nose and mouth and
Bren fainted." [Bren is amazingly strong, having spent half his life
pushing around 1 tonne cows during milking.]

Tim continued "He is the quintessential gay hero - takes out the bad guy
and then faints, they still talk about it, tho now it seems he took out a
gang of 10 with chains and knives. So they carried Bren into the
club. There were 17 doctors attending if you count the gynecologists, there
was a dispute between the senior pediatrician and myself as senior ER, but
once Brian said he was over 18 it was my lucky day." He was checking Bren's
face and chart while he was talking. "So im guessing it would go like this,
his face was covered in gauze, when he woke up one sniff would tell him he
was in hospital, he is more than a bit phobic about blood, needles and ,God
forbid, doctors so he goes into anxiety overload, he cant hear, cant see,
and people are holding him down, so claustrophobia kicks in as well, and
the usual diagnosis would be a nutter that needs sedating."

Tim continued "Im sure My Boyle's offer of a new face still stands, but i
think everything will heal the old fashioned way without scars. And the
solution to all the other problems is to discharge him immediately.  ....
No nurse, before he wakes up. In this particular case i will override
protocol. We will strap him into Brian's car and I will come over after my
shift ends and check up on him, and i will bring him some pills because he
is going to have a headache for a week, and a pair of shiners to make a
Panda jealous. And even Bren will be happy to take these pills without
Brian having to hide them in his food.

Doug asked "How does he cope with you being a doctor, Dr Stone".

Tim laughed "I think he pretends im a plumber and my stethescope is a
hearing aide without batteries, and spfttt for my 15 years of intensive
medical training."

So Bren is off the Injury Team unless its a no blood accident, tho whats
the chance of that.

Doug says it is the flip side of genius, it doesnt matter how weird Bren is
about anything people are always going to be queueing at his door for
designs and the more phobias he has is just more proof of his greatness.

How can a guy who can recognise every building in the city, knows who
designed it and how it was constructed be worried about getting lost!!! He
has a mate at the city planning office and he reads building files just for
the pleasure of it. Bren thinks they should let him borrow files like at a
public library.

Weird is interesting , right???

Back to the present day, Bren and I had been friends with privileges for a
couple of months, not that anyone else was getting privileges from either
of us, maybe Colt might get lucky one day, but at the end of a night of
dancing it was always the same decision and Colt was a distant second, Bren
was always cool about me having a choice, and would always welcome me back
as long as i was safe and shared the full details. He was open to Colt
coming home with us both, but not to Doug's, that would be one boy too many
for breakfast, and i hadnt even had Bren to stay at my place, tho he was
becoming a regular for Sunday lunch.

One day Bren got a special job, the special part is the total absence of
paperwork. Some guy was renovating and wanted an authentic looking 19th
century kitchen and had contacted Bren directly to do the design,
construction and installation. Doug was cool with it, it wasnt taking a job
he would otherwise have got, Bren got to use the facilities and settled up
with Doug for the materials. He got me to help him. He is very
conscientious about completing his normal work hours, so the work was done
after hours, Bren starts at 7:00 and finishes at 6:00 pm, same hours as
Doug, Im not sure i ever want to be the boss, i havent finished jerking off
by the time Bren is at work, i find 8 to 5 plenty long enough. the work had
to be done after the ordinary day was over so we both stayed til 8pm. At
Doug's dinner is at 7:00 and if you are not there you get your own which is
no real problem for Bren, but my Mum has a meal ready for the workers when
they get home and said she may as well cook for two as one, so Bren came
home with me. The first night Bren was ready to fall asleep on his feet and
my Mum just said to put him to bed in my room, and there is only one double
bed. I hadnt even planned it.

Bren had to be at work by 7:00, but i didnt need to jerk off so i wasnt too
grumpy, and i put an extra hour into the special kitchen, Bren supervised,
he is really great, he explains what to do and why you are doing it without
making you feel dumb, and answers dumb questions like only me or Einstein
would have thought of them. And on the dot of 8:00 i was ready for my
ordinary day job. On the friday we got Chinese takeaways and went back to
Doug's, he had enough for about eight, the family had just finished the
dishes but they sat down again and helped us finish it all off, you would
have thought the two kids hadnt eaten all day - there was none left over
for breakfast. We didnt even go dancing that night, and i decided i needed
to get a bigger bed, his was so much more comfortable.  This went on for a
month. On the Monday Bren gave my Mum half a dozen bags of groceries, if
she was cooking for him then he said he could at least pay for the
groceries. She gave him an extra big kiss and said to me "I told you he
would be perfect."

After the first week Doug came and inspected the job, and was suitably
impressed, said to keep a track of my hours so he could adjust my
apprentice tally. It was almost 100 hours, and the target is 6,000 hours so
a sizeable bonus.

When we did the installation, we cleared out the old kitchen on the Friday
night, we had only been working 10 minutes before Bren took off his
t-shirt, you could see the old guy really enjoyed watching a half naked
Bren, so i thought what the hell and took mine off as well, Bren just
smiled a big cheesy grin at me, and the guy couldnt decide which of us to
watch. I guess teasing can be fun for everyone, and i had to agree with
Bren on the way home that knowing the guy was probably jerking off right
now thinking about us was a turn on, it took us a long time to finish our
shower that night.

On the Saturday we planed to be finished in time to have a quick shower at
the factory and change to go out for dinner with a couple of his friends. I
guess im a bit of an exhibitionist. I remembered to show off a bit of butt
crack and wondered how hard the guy was getting, tho he was probably stiff
all day, it gave me a hard-on showing off, so i would occassionally stretch
and make sure he saw my cock straining against my shorts. Bren didnt miss
any of the performance and just kept licking his lips, i knew what he had
planned for later.  We ran a little overtime and instead of spending 10min
driving each way to the factory Bren asked if we could use Murray's shower,
like that wasnt a dream come true. So Bren got him to show us where it was
and just started undressing while they were still talking, and suggested we
could save some more time if i showered with him. Well it turns out im a
big fat show off, i stripped off and let Murray look at my cock sticking
out at a right angle, Bren gave it a tug and dragged me into the shower
still holding onto my cock. Bren kept talking to Murray, told him he would
have to stand closer to the glass door so he would read his lips. Bren has
lube and condoms in his wash-bag, the shower is our second favourite place
for sex, and we had hardly got wet before he pulled out the sex stuff and
was lubing my arse and stuffing his cock into me, my stiff cock was
bouncing all over the place and he wasnt touching it so i knew what was
expected of me in the near future. I just about forgot about Murray except
his face was pressed hard against the glass and his hand was rubbing his
cock thru his pants. Bren must have been real horny cos it only took a
minute before he was screaming and just about lifting me off the floor as
he shot his load. He barely had time to recover before he was bent over
with his arse towards the door fingering lube into his own hole waiting for
me to dress for my performance, he turned enough so Murray could see my
cock pushing at Bren's tight pink hole, the head popping thru his spincture
and and rest of my throbber sliding slowly in and out, the way Bren likes
it. I dont know why having someone watch made it seem so much more sexy and
nasty but it sure did, i guess i started with threesomes and hadnt really
appreciated what an extra turn on it is. So Murray had his pants down and
was pounding his cock, sliding it on the glass, i suspose to give us a
show, so when he began spurting cum all over the glass door, that was
enough to set me off, which is odd cos i was fucking the sexiest guy on the
planet, anyhow it was my turn to scream and pump bursts of boy juice as far
up Bren's love chute as the rubber would allow.

We finished washing each other while we recovered. When we got out Murray
had his pants back on, Bren asked him to dry his back and he dried mine
plus all the rest of me, so Murray just did the same and dried all of
Bren. The guy was still bright pink for the shower episode, i wasnt sure
his heart was going to cope with getting to touch Bren all over. At least
Bren was an expert at CPR. Bren didnt rush to get dressed, he brushed his
teeth so i did mine too, Murray had collapsed on the toilet, so exhausted
he could hardly keep his head up to stare at our cocks.  Murray jokingly
suggested he didnt like the new kitchen and would have to order another
one. Bren said that he should try it out first, maybe invite us both over
for a meal one night after work if he didnt mind us being a bit smelly, tho
of course he might let us use his shower again - we could have had free
food for the rest of our lives.

When we left he handed Bren a brown paper bag and Bren gave him a kiss, so
i did too, Murray wasnt like Tim he didnt chase young guys 40 years his
junior, but he obviously appreciated the chance to share in a bit of
teasing. And he was almost as good a cook as Bren.

When we got to the car Bren reached in the brown paper bag and pulled out
something and threw it at me, it was a fold of $100 notes, thats 10 notes
making a thousand dollars, he called it play money. I guess i looked a bit
disappointed, i was expecting a bit more for 100 hours labour, maybe even
twice as much. Nothing much gets by Bren.

"Do you need more? i thought it would take you a month to spend that, i was
going to put the rest with my accountant and earn you some interest."

Fuck now i felt guilty for thinking he was ripping me off. I didnt know
what to say, i couldn't say sorry and confirm i was an ungrateful
arsehole. So i said "You got an accountant?" Which was a genuine question,
cos, you know, guys our age are all looking for an accountant - preferably
one who isnt going to smash our piggybank getting the money out.

"Yes, he looks after all the extra money i earn and invests it to make even
more money. Better than a bank, i was going to give you his card and you
just ring him up when you want some of the money put into your bank account
- but dont shift less than a $1000, he doesnt like amounts that dont have 3
zeros on the end."

I had to know "How much?"

"Well i will take 8 for Doug for materials, and then split the rest 50:50
so i was going to put $5,000 with Arien for you"

I couldnt believe my ears, "Im not worth that."  if i had twenty bucks left
in my wallet when the next payday arrived i felt well off, i had never held
this much money in my life and now Bren was saying i had more money than i
ever dreamed of waiting at the end of the phone.  I sincerely wanted him to
take some of it back, in fact all of it, what i had in my hand was
plenty. Bren insisted it was fair, and then started saying because i had
put in twice as many hours as he had i should get more, i knew he was
teasing, well i hoped he was teasing, i ended the conversation as quickly
as possible in case he really decided to do it. I never realised having
money was so stressful, i felt exhausted.

"How much have you got?" OH MY GOD!!! who said that, surely it didnt come
out of my mouth. I tried to take it back, but Bren wasnt offended, he was
giving me the gory details.

"There's the design commissions, 100 for the kitchens and 20 for other
stuff, commission for kitchens i sell, thats about 40, i generally save 500
to a thousand of my pay each week so thats another 40 say, that makes 200k
per year before the taxman gets his cut and then there is the outdoor
furniture."

"Outdoor furniture is only about half a mill per year, your commission
would only be 5k." How quickly we get used to being rich, i never used to
say ONLY 5k before tonight.

Bren just smiled "That half mill is what I pay Doug to make and store the
outdoor furniture, i own all that stock and have agents who sell it to
stores for the summer season. It just started as a way to use slack time in
the factory and i made a couple of bucks out of it.  Now i make more than a
couple of bucks"

"you must be almost a millionaire" I felt like i should curtsey or
something

"well technically, the trust is a millionaire and will be a
multi-millionaire by the end of next year. of course its got a ten million
dollar bill coming up when Doug retires so i still think of it as nine
million short. Im just a joiner who doodles. Dont think about it, I dont."

Bren threw the brown paper bag at me and said "If you want more play money
help yourself."

The bag was really heavy, i had already exhausted my brain cells capable of
maths so i had no idea how much was in it ... a lot.  Dinner was great and
i was able to pay for Bren and my share. I hardly noticed the waiters, God
i was getting used to them too.

Bren told me he arrived in Australia less than 4 years ago with $3,000 and
he still has most of that. the only reason he is buying the business is so
that he has somewhere to doodle and can make any furniture that takes his
fancy. I met Arien, he is dutch, do i need to say more, well i s'pose he
could have been Jewish too!! Bren is never going to be poor. But even
without any money he would never feel poor. He just doesnt care .... really
weird.

Not long after that Bren's mother came for a visit from NZ, he even took a
day off work to go shopping with her, boy he must really love her. On the
Thursday she and Doug's wife Shirley arrived at the factory around
afternoon tea time, they actually get along really well and Bren's mum (Mrs
O or Libby depending on how well you know her) came and had a cup of tea in
the cafe. She is a real classy lady, even the guys who would let a swing
door slam into their own mother's face would have held the door for her,
you could see where Bren gets his charm, she greeted lots of guys by name,
paused to chat with a couple of guys and by the time she got to the counter
Magda the tea lady (EXCUSE ME, the cafeteria manager) had a pot of tea, a
cup and saucer and a tray ready, I didnt know we owned any of those.

Mrs O picked out a couple of cakes and said

"Put them on Dougy's account". The last one to try that was the Queen and
she didnt get away with it.

Magda just says "Of course Mrs O, and lovely to see you again"

The rest of us have to sign over our first born child to get a dollar
credit. Even Doug's kids pay, that is the way in this part of Aus, Bren
says we are an egalitarian society, he knows lots of words, well he cant
watch TV, movies or listen to CDs, it's a fancy name for everyone is
equal. Same rules for every one, even tho we all know there is only one
person who decides what the rules are going to be. Im sure Dougy did pay
even tho it went from his pocket and into the till and back into his pocket
at the end of the day.

She joined Bren at the "young ones" table, the general term for the guys
qualified less than five years, technically Bren is still a junior member,
a bit of a quandry for the senior guy who works in Bren's department. Their
table is next to the apprentice table which is next to the toilet door,
personally i find that very convenient.

She knew all the guys pretty well, especially Nick Popo, i spos cos he is
Bren's mate and they started their apprenticeship together.

"You are looking more handsome than ever" says Mrs O to Nick then she was
asking about his love life. he now had a greek girlfriend - i knew what
that meant - his bachelor days were numbered. The greek mothers had agreed
and you got one date to pass otherwise you were as good as engaged. They
had been dating for six months, thats bad news for Nick, there were going
to be questions about whether he should be dating her brother, an official
greek engagement is announced by the doctor when he confirms the
bride-to-be is expecting usually well within 6 months, the wedding is three
or four weeks later.

Mrs O says to Nick "I spos you wont be able to come and visit me tomorrow
night"

Nick said "Sure i can, Nina can go out with her girlfriends. I love playing
with you"

Mrs O "You are my favourite partner, darling. You always have such great
hands"

Was I the only one hearing this, Bren's Mum was making a date with Bren's
mate and no one seemed to notice, or think it was something that should
have been done discretely. Bren gives Nick a high five and says "you're
going down buddy".

I wasnt the only one at our table looking shocked. Bren brought his mother
over to our table, she had met Chris and Ivan once just before Bren left,
asked little Mikey and Justin how they were enjoying their jobs.

When she was introduced to Mac she said " Oh Bren has told me about you. He
says you want to have 200 girlfriends" that made us all giggle "Ive got a
cousin with a sheep farm who might be able to help". That got a hoot from
us and made Mac turn red, no mean feat. She continued "He has two daughters
about your age that are always looking for dates, sometimes they both date
the same guy at the same time." You could see where Bren got his sense of
humour, well it was always clear it never came from Doug, and like with
Bren you ended up not knowing if she was serious or just yanking your
chain.

Then Bren introduced me, and she said "I knew it had to be you, i could
tell from the looks between you and Brendan. He's told me all about you,
nice, fun to be with, great dancer and cuddly in bed. he forgot to mention
you are such a handsome young man. I hope you are going to be joining us to
play 500 tomorrow night, Brendan says you are quite a card shark too."

I dont know if i was blushing cos of the compliments or what i thought was
going on with Nick. Fortunately it was no secret the boss was fucking the
apprentice, not that they got details. On reflection i decided Nick would
have been a lucky guy either way.

So cards on Friday night was it. Mrs O insisted i call her Libby, she said
since i already knew all of Bren intimately then i already knew half of
her, and that anyone who knew her so well could only call her Libby. She
has the same warped logic as Bren, I liked her a lot.

She was staying at the Crown Promenade, i had never even been inside a
fancy hotel and this was one of the fanciest right in the middle of town.
We went straight from work, Bren said hotel showers are way better than the
work one. I was too embarrased to walk in the front door in my work
clothes, Bren said just walk in like you own the place, and he and Nick did
just that, i think the only reason i wasnt booted out was cos i was
obviously with them and they might own the place, knowing Bren he might
actually buy the place so he has somewhere to shower if he is in the
city. the lift went up forever, the room had a great view over the river
and the main city, a separate bedroom and a lounge about the same size as
my home, tho the furniture was probably 20 years more recent, almost
everything in our house was a wedding present. There was a proper card
table, four chairs and four side tables for your drinks and whatever. Libby
gave us all a kiss, and set Nick to opening the champagne, Bren headed to
the shower and asked Nick if he was going to join us or wait. Nick laughed
and said it would be impolite to let the lady drink alone. The shower was a
wonder, 5 heads that could be set to massage plus Bren massaging me and i
was prepared to forget the cards and stay all night in the shower. Not even
a sign of lube, tho Bren kissed my neck and played with my nipples enough
to make me horny all night, hardly a good strategy if we were going to win
the cards.

I was nice to be in my good clothes and smelling sweet, i felt much more
comfortable. We swapped over with Nick, Bren poured champagne for us, just
half a glass for him and topped up his mother's glass - a much better
strategy.

Libby was telling me about Bren growing up, some of those stories parents
save up to embarrass their kids with later in life. Bren was born
absolutely tone deaf, couldnt distinguish notes ten octaves apart so they
kept checking his hearing, the first detected loss was at five, 50% gone by
14 and a steady decline since then. He only learned one song, "Twinkle
twinkle little star" but he couldnt make his voice go up and down so he
would go up on his toes for the high notes and crouch for the low notes -
while singing in a monotone. Everyone loved his performance. His slightly
older brother Jake taught him that, Jake also taught him to modulate his
voice so he had an upper, middle and lower tone. I couldnt figure out why
Bren was blushing red, that seemed a really good thing.

Libby laughed and said the deed was done before they found out how Jake did
that, he would squeeze Brens balls until he squealed and kept doing it til
Bren learned how to squeal without the ball torture, and then he pulled
Bren's balls down til he learned to make a lower tone. And then used hand
signals to teach Bren by rote the way to modulate phrases. They both had
tears in their eyes, tho im not sure Bren's were from laughter. I was
certainly feeling sympathic pain on Bren's behalf. It had never occurred to
me that Bren didnt speak in that flat way some deaf people do when you see
them on TV.

Nick returned, he cerainly did spruce up mighty fine, i wondered how many
showers he and Bren had taken together. He wasnt on Bren's list of sexual
partners, but then i wasnt including Murray on my list, it seems to me its
hard to pin down exactly what sex is. You can fuck a girl in the butt and
she is still a virgin, so did you have sex? i wouldnt object if Nick joined
us in the shower.

We were waiting for some snacks to arrive, something to keep up our
strength til dinner. Finally a knock at the door and a waiter came in with
a trolley loaded with food, i thought they had forgotten the snacks and
delivered dinner. No just snacks, perhaps dinner wasnt til tomorrow night.

The waiter turned out to be a steward, still as gay as a Mardi Gras float,
his name was Bernard, (not Bernid but Bernaaaaaard).

"Are you looking after me tonight, Bernard?"

"Yes ma'am, managers orders"

"Oh i must thank Georgio again, ive already told him what an excellent job
you do" and she continued to the rest of us, "Why should i put up with
grumpy old men, when i can have a delightfully efficient young man."

She introduced us to Bernard, "My son Brendan, his boyfriend Jackson ... "

Bren gave a grunt of disapproval, his mother chided him "Oh Brendanbaby,
stop thinking with your head and think with your heart!"

She amended " ... this is his friend Jackson, who he has just had a shower
with, and this is his friend Nick who he hasnt had a shower with.  Oh, and
Brendan is deaf, so try to approach from the side where he can see you and
just touch his arm to get his attention"

"Of course Mrs O, all your guests will get my best service and extra
special service for Mr O"

Yes, im sure Bernaaaard was willing to offer Bren every possible special
service. Just as well i didnt get jealous or we wouldnt be able to eat out
anywhere.

Libby offered more champers, beers in the fridge or cocktails from the
downstairs bar, Nick asked for a TKO, it sounded pretty lethal (Tequilla,
Kahlua and Ouzo) but what greek boy could resist Ouzo, i asked if i could
have one too.

"Of course, darling Jackson, anything i can give you would make me very
happy, you are already one of my favourites"

Boy she could be a greek mother, subtle as a wreaking ball at making her
wishes known.

Bernard was dispatched to get the drinks and more champagne for Bren and
his mother. We got stuck into the snacks, I had never had crayfish before,
and a single prawn would fill up a plate, by the time Bernard was back we
were restocking our plates and settling down for the cards. Bernard served
the champagne to Libby, and correctly touched Bren's arm to see if he
wanted any, half a glass, then served the drinks to Nick and myself, he
touched me on the arm to tell me it had arrived. I playfully spanked him on
the butt and he squealed like a girl, I told him i wasnt deaf.

"Im very sorry Mr Jackson, i will try not to forget ... too often."

Everyone laughed, and i decided he was providing excellent service.

he checked the food was being kept warm, cleaned up the bathroom and took
away the used glasses. We just needed to call if we required anything.

We got down to serious card playing, the price of the champagne was at
stake.

We would play eight hands then stop for a food break, the competition was
intense but we were all having great fun, i could say very civilised, but
decadent would be a better description.

The TKO was like an aniseed flavoured milk shake, yum-meeeee. We phoned for
Bernard to bring another round, plus a jug of iced water for Bren. His Mum
was saying he should stick to champagne, not that she was trying to get him
drunk, just mellow - she said we all knew it would effect his balance (well
i knew now), but he was among friends and family and we would just help
when needed. So he had another half glass of champers, i guess it must be
embarrassing to be staggering way before you are the slightest bit
drunk. He got funnier and giggly, it thought he was wonderfully
loveable. We brough his food to the table so he didnt have to stand up.

Bernard brought the drinks, and stayed to make finger food from the
platters and serve it round the table, Libby said she thought the last
piece of fish might have been a bit chewy and insisted that Bernard had to
sample everything to make sure it was up to standard. And maybe the
champers was getting flat, would he sample that as well. He stayed in
constant attendance after that, serving food, filling drinks and taking
over hands if someone needed to go to the toilet. He helped me take Bren to
the loo, Bren needed someone either side to stay up straight, but he was
mellow not drunk, fortunately he thought it was amusing. he asked Bernard
to undo his zip, i slapped away Bernard's hand and provided that special
service myself, it didnt stop Bernard from taking a good look tho. perhaps
i should have let him, and then counted how many times he shook Bren's dick
to get the last drop off, the odds on less than 100 are quite low.

By the time the platter was emptied, Bernard was feeding us three guys
straight off the toothpicks - so we didnt get greasy fingers and spoil the
cards. Such extra-ordinary service. Libby managed to feed herself without
getting greasy fingers - just shows what a refined lady she is.

He got another round of drinks from the bar and brought back restaurant
menus. I was thinking it is a bit misleading to call those drinks
milkshakes, they should come with a warning. But really yum-meeee.

We made our choices from the menu, not that i was sure if i could actually
fit more than a mouthfull in, maybe if i pretended the seafood was just a
large entree i might manage two mouthfulls. We all had steaks of some sort,
Libby asked Bernard what he recommended and ordered two, wow she must be
really hungry. And very sensible cos she got Bernard to bring an extra set
of cutlery in case someone dropped something - probably me.

A few more hands of 500 and Bernard was back with the food, Libby decided
she couldnt eat two and that Bernard might as well eat it, it was lucky we
had the extra cutlery. the meal was great, and having the waiter sitting at
the table was extra convenient, and he had lots of funny stories about the
hotel. I wouldnt have thought Bren could be more laid back than he was
usually, but the extra drinks just made him relaxed and funnier than
ever. And no-one cared that he couldnt stand up.

there was more eating than playing cards. I even managed a dessert. At
midnight Bernard was on overtime, but was happy to continue working, i
think overtime is great too. a while later there was a knock at the door
and it was Nina, Libby had booked a room for Nick, since she didnt want him
driving home and she hoped that the wedding might only be 7 or 8 weeks away
with a little luck. Bren and i were to sleep in her bed and she would have
the spare bed in the lounge. We packed up, somehow we had lost track of the
score, but she was sure Bren and i had won. It must have been all those 10
No Trump bids i had been making. Bernard cleaned up and took the mess away,
clocked off and came back for a nightcap.

He had to help me get Bren to the bed, when Bren was laid out on his back
he grabed my hand and Bernard's hand and held them on his chest and asked
me if i minded Bernie helping to undress him. I wasnt too drunk to realise
Bren wouldnt do anything without me agreeing first, and, well, im just a
big fat showoff. So Bernard and i did a slow strip tease on Bren and our
own clothes somehow dissappeared as well. Bernard thought he was a total
bottom, tho by morning he had discovered some of the merits of being
versatile.

Libby was pleased to see Bernard at breakfast, said she admired the freedom
we young people had. Nick and Nina joined us for breakfast as well, they
had obviously done their best to get the wedding plans moving.

The next night after we got home from the club we were snuggled up in bed
and Bren said he was planning to buy a house, and asked if i wanted to
shift in with him and if I wanted to be his boyfriend cos he loves me and
hopes i might love him. As interesting as he is, he can be real dense
sometimes too.

Thanks for reading, Jax

P.S. Bren says he cant think of anyone else i could offend, he's strange
too sometimes.



Bren Paradoxes

A few more thoughts from Bren, nothing much worth lowering your zip for.

Bren had told us how easy it is for gay guys to find someone to have sex
with, at least in big cities. There were places where horny guys go to meet
other horny guys, you dont even need to introduce yourself, just drop your
pants and go for it, that is if you are even wearing pants, there are
saunas where guys wander around naked looking for sex. That was another
advantage of being gay, every guy can do it with every other guy if they
both want. If there were a straight equivalent, you would have to avoid the
guys while looking for the chicks. We all knew about public toilets, but
never believed it was as easy as he said. In bars if the guy accepted a
drink that was pretty much a cert, tho half the time you were wasting money
and time if you bothered with the drink.

If a girl will let you touch her in under a month she is probably the town
bike, and you waste a lot of time and money without a guarantee of getting
to the good stuff, even then they want a week off every month, but you
still gotta take them out.

Bren reckons that a total slut bottom could probably average 10 guys a
night, thats three and a half thousand per year (if his mother visits for
two weeks!!!), no wonder they dont bother with names.

Bren had his first sexual experience with Brian just before his 19th
birthday, he was telling me this not all the apprentices, about 4 years
ago. So if he has been with less than 14,000 guys he is less than a total
slut. Well i knew that, but he is no saint, he gets real horny and enjoys
sex, and i would guess there are more than 14,000 guys who would want to
have sex with him. If he bent over at the club he could probably have 500
loads before he straightened up. Not that i had been sitting around giving
it any thought, too busy enjoying the benefits of being loved and fucked by
the same guy, but i would never have thought of the figure that he told
me. He talked about it not as a confession but because it was part of his
life and he wanted to share everything with me. he has a policy of 'no
regrets', you cant change what is already done, you live with the
consequences and learn from it whether it was good or bad. So i was totally
shocked when he said the total number of guys that he had been with
including me was ten.  Fuck, i had been with four girls and 2 guys and was
still 19. And Bernard now makes that plus 1.

Bren and Brian

Brian was four year older than Bren. He had an almost boyfriend his last
year at secondary school, but the other kid commited suicide when his
family found out he was gay. Brian never recovered, ever, he was almost 23
when he met Bren, hadnt taken his nose out of his books in all that time,
so Bren's first time was also Brian's first time, Bren loved with all his
heart, Brian loved as best he could, which was a lot, Bren loved all sex,
Brian hated being a bottom, it only happened once, Bren coped, Brian
drank. They were happy most of the time, but when Brian's 3 year contract
at Monash finished he was moving on to MIT and Bren was staying. Somehow
arranging an amicable breakup two years in advance seems just the thing
Bren would do. he would still cry when it happened. And whatever was
planned for the future at the time Brian died Bren was 100% committed and
was totally devastated.

Bren's first threesome was with Brian and a bottom guy, not that Brian
would ever consider fucking anyone but Bren, but he didnt think Bren should
miss out on being a top just cos he wasnt up for it. In fact Brian got so
turned on by Bren fucking the guy that he was soon humping Bren while Bren
was humping the guy on the bottom. That happened one more time when they
were on holiday in Sydney.

Brian's best friend in Melbourne was Dave, and Dave's boyfriend Bruce was
Bren's best friend, Brian and Dave would go out drinking leaving Bren and
Bruce at home with nothing to do, Bruce was a sub type guy, Bren said he
would have liked to butch him up but it wasnt in his nature. Anyone who
needed to be butched up by Bren definitely wasnt going to make it. Bruce
liked to please his friend so would give Bren long massages, and massages
end up where they always end up - oily sex. Bruce was a total bottom, very
talented Bren says, he would ride Bren's cock for an hour or more. When
Brian and Dave got home they would find Bruce and Bren asleep in bed and
act outraged and punish the two errant boys by fucking them hard, for Bren
and Brian it was a silly game, for Bruce and Dave a very serious game, even
tho it happened every week for almost two years. It was never a foursome,
it was two twosomes side by side.

Before Brian shifted over from NZ Bren had gone on holiday with Bruce and
Dave (Their initials are B&D how appropriate) to a nude gay beach, Brian
had told him to take lube and condoms, tho it took him 10 days to figure
out why Brian had suggested that. He had been too busy watching the surfers
and only vagely wondered why so many guys were wandering off into the bush.
One hot day he decided it would be cooler in the bush ... it was hot. He
hooked up with a couple of young guys who wanted their arses fanned from
the inside. When he told Brian about them later, Bren got his arse fanned
from the inside by a smiling boyfriend.

Thats 5 of the 10, the other 5 are post Brian.

Bren says even if Brian hadnt died we would have met up.  he loved Brian
with all his heart but Brian never made him as happy as i make him now, he
loves me with all his heart but being happy is what will make it last. he
has given me 5 years notice of our possible breakup date, he says the
person we are at 25 is different from the person we are at 19, so round my
25th birthday we will decide if we are getting married, or look at other
alternatives. Of course he has also told me im retiring at 47 when he is
50, he thinks we should visit my ancestral village in Greece and anywhere
else we fancy. I suppose that will include his list of the top 1000
buildings in the world.

The other 5

The last two are Tim and I, no more to say there. The one before that was
when he got back to Melbourne and was feeling lonely and went to a sauna,
he met a couple of guys but only got fucked by one, it didnt make him fell
less lonely, he said at least when he jerks off he still has his hand to
talk to afterwards. He was lonely cos he had been back to that gay beach
and meet a guy named Keiran and spent a week with him til Keiran had to
leave. The didnt even swap addresses.

And that leaves number 6, wow. Number 6 is his current best friend, a best
friend is someone you can tell everything to about your boyfriend, his name
is Mike. He met him in the Solomons and stayed with him for three months in
Brisbane of the way back to Melbourne. Mike loves Bren, he loves being with
Bren and loves sex with Bren, Bren loves Mike, loves being with Mike and
loves sex with Mike.  All the things a boyfriend really wants to hear. When
they are together its one big gay two person orgy and they are totally
happy for a week and then Mike gets an irresistable urge to return to the
straight world, cos he is straight and his stated goal is to satisfy all
the unsatisfied married women in Brisbane. Phew!!! he is straight and he is
in Brisbane, tho im not sure 2000 kilometers is far enough away for my
liking.

It all started when Mike met this woman who wouldnt have sex with him cos
he didnt know what it was like to be fucked and hence couldnt really
satisfy a woman, so Mike begged Bren to take his cherry, not that you would
think it would take much to convince Bren, who had been jerking off for the
best part of a year thinking about Mike. But Bren is funny that way, it was
another " will fucking ruin our friendship" situation. Anyhow Mike must
have come up with better arguments than me, so with his cherry popped he
got the girl, and then he decided the thing with Bren was actually pretty
good. It the kind of bizarre situation that Bren seems to cope with, some
days Mike is gay and the two of them fuck like bunnies, and other days Mike
is straight and they are best friends. Bren is the only guy Mike is
interested in, not the slightest interest in any other guy. Bren is booked
to be his best man when he gets married - he hasnt even got a steady
girlfriend. I wonder what kind of stag party it is going to be.

How do i feel? i dont know. I know absolutely that Bren should have his
best friend and if they fucked every minute for a week Bren wouldnt love me
one jot less but he wouldnt do it if i had any reservations, I wouldnt be
happy if i said no, would i be happy if i said yes, fuck would i be happier
if i became a monk. Bren would support me what ever makes me happiest even
if its going off with another guy, and i guess that is the answer, whatever
makes him happiest.

In the end Bren came up with the solution, he told Mike i wasnt getting out
of our bed and he had better like me or else nothing. I should have known
Bren's best friend would be a great guy and it took 5 seconds for us to
become friends with privileges, I could cope with a threesome, hell its the
next best thing to a twosome, Mike was a fast learner. So thats another
plus 1 for me.  Mike says it is a bit dodgy for a straight boy to have one
boyfriend, now he has two. Maybe he is bi.