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Robert and Johnny
The rest of the story
(Part three of the trilogy began in My 11th Summer, then Tween to Teen) By: Kewl Dad

New Year's Eve, Johnny and I returned to Pryor to celebrate with our families and with Caleb, Tony, and Granny. While we did have several bottles of Champagne, no one overdid it, and there were no hangovers the next morning.

After we toasted in the New Year, Johnny and I sealing it with a kiss, our parents headed home while Johnny and I remained behind. It was a real stretch for Granny to stay up that late, but she was a trooper, though as soon as her company left she went on to bed and was no doubt asleep in minutes.

Us boys finished off the last of the Champagne, then settled into the living room to catch up and discuss what lay ahead for us in the new year. It was hard to believe it was 1975, and I knew it would take us a while to get used to writing the new date.

"So, Gerald is meeting his girlfriend's parents tonight?" Caleb said grinning, "I'd loved to have seen how that went."

"Fiance," I corrected, "if all goes well, they plan on being married in February, February 14th to be exact, Valentine's Day."

"That's convenient, he can get by with giving her only one gift that way," Caleb teased.

"Yeah, and he won't ever forget the date either," Tony offered.

"She's really sweet," I said, we had her and Gerald over to dinner, and I can totally see why he likes her so much. She's like a female version of us, witty, open-minded, and seems genuinely in love with Gerald."

"Not to mention, sexy," Johnny added, "if I was into girls, she's the kind of chick I'd go for."

"Down boy," I joked, "but he's right, she is very attractive. Small breasts, nice curves, a very cute face, and she wears her hair a bit shorter than most women her age."

"Well, I'm really happy for them," Caleb said, "I suppose we're all invited to the wedding."

"Oh, you can count on it, and...Johnny and I are going to be his best men."

Best men?" Tony chuckled, "as in best man times 2?"

"Yep, he said there was no way he was going to choose one of us over the other, so we're both going to stand with them as they take their vows. Mikey will be the ring bearer, but Johnny and I will hand the rings to Gerald and Sherry at the appropriate time."

"Great, we'll have to think of a really cool gift to give them," Caleb said looking thoughtful, or...we might just give them money."

"Yeah, Johnny and I have considered that too, especially since they'll be spending a lot to bring Lam over to the states. Looks like all that is going smoothly though. The church Sherry's folks go to have got on the bandwagon and they're helping with the process."

"Wow, so Gerald is going to be a husband and a dad, how cool is that? Caleb mused, "I envy him, that's the only real drawback I see in being gay, I can't sire a kid of my own, and adopting is pretty much out of the question."

"Well, you could knock some girl up, then offer to take the baby," Tony joked.

"Only if we agreed on that upfront, but I still don't know if the court would go for it."

"Johnny and I have thought about trying to adopt a kid too," I said sighing, "we want one so bad, but at least we have Mikey, and Bill and Peter to help satisfy that 'parenting' urge," I added with a chuckle.

"Yeah, when are we going to get to meet your new surrogate sons?" Caleb wondered, "you talk so much about them and they sound like great kids."

"Oh, they are, and we were thinking about bringing them over at Easter to meet mom and dad, and of course, you guys too."

"Nice. Tony and I don't get to Tulsa much, but we are going to be going there in a few weeks to pick up some TVs from a wholesaler there. I'm going to save a ton of money on freight and I got a good price by buying the whole inventory."

"Well, if you get a chance, stop by and we'll have dinner or something," I urged.

"We'll let you know what day and we'll work something out."

Tony yawned then, and as he stretched, I couldn't help but stare at his lithe body. He looked like a big jungle cat, and I felt a little tingle down below just from looking at his sexy body.

"What's the sleeping arrangements?" he asked, yawning once more.

"Well, you can bunk with me and we can let R&J have your bedroom, or...they can use the guest room down here, or..."

"You know what might be fun?" I said grinning, "What if we wrote our names down on a slip of paper and put them in a bowl or something, then drew out the name of our partner. If we get our own name, of course, we draw again, cause no one is sleeping alone," I chuckled.

"That sounds fun, but before we pair up maybe we should do a little warm up down here," Johnny suggested.

"Oh, naturally," I agreed, "get our first orgasm out of the way so we can make the second one last."

"Wow, I'm getting hard just thinking about that," Caleb said, pulling at the bulge in his jeans.

"How about we go to the guest room and get naked?" Tony suggested.

In the downstairs bedroom, which had it's own bathroom, we all peed then quickly undressed and sat side by side on the bed. For awhile we just kissed and fondled each other, but eventually we moved on to more serious things, and I wound up sucking Caleb while Johnny took care of Tony. After they came, it was our turn, only they switched, and Tony took care of me while Caleb brought Johnny to a spectacular orgasm.

Once we had recovered, Caleb found a pen and some paper and tore it into four pieces. After writing each of our names on one of the pieces he folded them and dropped them into a shoe box and scrambled them with his fingers.

"Since it was your idea, you go first," Caleb said holding the shoe box out to me.

I closed my eyes and reached into the box and pulled out a slip of paper, but didn't open it till everyone had drawn. Then on the count of three, we all looked at the name we'd drawn and all burst into laughter. We had each drawn our own name. We must've laughed for ten minutes at the absurdity of that before we finally returned the names to the shoe box to try again.

This time we fared much better, in fact, I got exactly who I wanted for a bedmate for the night, Tony. Now, things could have gone wrong if Caleb or Johnny had chosen either of us, something I hadn't figured on when I thought the whole thing up, but as luck would have it, they had each drawn the other's name, and beyond all probability, Tony had drawn my name.

"What are the odds?" I laughed.

"No worse than us all drawing our own names," Johnny laughed, "well, fate has ruled, "we have our partners, now it's time for some sexy fun, then 8 hours of sleep."

"Yeah, we better get the sexy fun over with quick," Tony said yawning again, "cause that Champagne has me ready to pass out."

"That's cause you're not as used to drinking as you used to be," Caleb laughed, "you certainly have become tame as of late."

"Well, ever since I joined the working class I see things differently," Tony laughed, "I guess I want what most folks do, a house, a car, a good life, and...someone to share it with."

"Any prospects in the last area?" I asked.

"Nah, not really. I've dated a few girls, but nothing serious."

"Oh, so you're looking for a wife, not a husband?" Johnny teased.

"Truthfully, I'd take either, but let's face it, most guys who mess with guys are just looking to get their rocks off, not for a serious relationship. You two guys are lucky in that way."

"We sure are," I agreed, "maybe you should come to Tulsa some weekend and go to the clubs with us, even if you didn't meet anyone special, you could have some fun dancing your ass off."

"I might just do that," Tony said nodding, "and even if I don't meet the man of my dreams, maybe I can have some sexy fun."

"Oh, I can promise you that a stud like you will get a lot of attention. Problem is: you look so fine most guys will be afraid to approach you. However, I've found that if you stand by the DJ's booth and look like you want to dance, some of the bolder ones will ask you, and you can go from there."

"Hey, maybe we'll both go," Caleb offered, "I could use some adoration," he added with a chuckle.

"Perfect, we'll work something out then," I agreed, "but right now, Tony, lead the way. But first: a good night kiss for my husband," I growled, taking Johnny into my arms and giving him a hug and a mind-blowing sexy kiss.

"Mmm...makes me wish I'd drawn your name," Johnny said pulling away.

"You'll have me tomorrow. Right now, go show Caleb what a sexy guy he is."

"I will, and you guys have fun too, see you in the morning."

"Night Caleb," I said giving my friend a little kiss and a brief hug, "take good care of my man."

"Oh, I will," Caleb chuckled.

We grabbed our clothes but didn't dress since there was no chance Granny would stir till morning, then headed upstairs to Tony's room. I was always surprised at how neat and clean Tony's room was, and it wasn't because Granny took care of it. No, in fact, she'd told the boys from the beginning that their rooms were their responsibility, but I suspected part of it was that she respected their privacy.

The room smelled nice too, was that incense? Smelled like peppermint, and that brought to mind that Strawberry Alarm Clock song, Incense and Peppermints, and I couldn't get it out of my head. I'd always liked the song, but this wasn't the time to be repeating the lyrics over and over in my head. (Click link to hear the song)

I was suddenly aware of Tony's soft brown eyes on me and I blushed, "What?" I said grinning.

"You're still as handsome as you were the first time I ever saw you. I wonder if Johnny knows just how lucky he is to have you," he said softly, then coming forward and taking me in his arms.

My, I'd planned on some sexy fun, but seems I was getting a whole lot more.

"Well, I could say the same. In fact, I think you're even sexier looking now that your body has filled out and you've put on some muscle."

"Thanks, I take good care of my body. Never know when I'll need it," he laughed.

"Well, shall we get in bed?"

"Sure," he said, guiding me to the bed as if he couldn't bear breaking contact.

I stretched out on the bed on my back, and immediately Tony snuggled up to my side and began kissing my neck and the side of my face as his right hand roamed over my chest and stomach.

"Your skin is so soft," he purred.

"Thanks, yours feels pretty nice too," I said softly, "you can kiss me if you want," I offered.

"I will, eventually. Right now I just want to get to know your body, again."

Tony was scaring me a little. Okay, not scaring me exactly, but I hadn't expected to be idolized, just used, I guess. I loved Tony, and I knew he loved me, but this was strictly about sex, right? Well, I guessed it was hard not to let love seep in there as well. After all, the four of us were as tight as brothers, and we'd never been shy about expressing our love for one another.

I relaxed then, and just let things progress, and after a while I realized I was the problem, not Tony. Tony was just doing what came natural, and I let him take complete control.

By the time he was hovering over me kissing me passionately, his hands roaming over my body as he did so, I was so hard I hurt. His much larger cock was pressing into me urgently, and as I broke our kiss I whispered in a fog of heat, "Fuck me Tony, please fuck me."

He smiled then and leaned down to kiss my cheek, "No, I'm going to make love to you," he whispered, "just don't tell Johnny," he added with a chuckle, and at last I knew everything was fine.

"What he don't know won't hurt him," I teased, though we both knew Johnny and I kept no secrets from one another.

"I suppose it's okay if you tell him, but he don't need to worry, I know who you belong to."

Tony made his way down my body then, kissing and licking as he went, bringing me to new heights of ecstasy. Eventually, he pushed my legs up and dived into my crack, his wicked tongue bathing my nuts, then seeking out my most private place.

Pushing my legs higher, he tongue dived into my hole, rimming me deeply and wetly till once again I cried out for him to fuck me. Grabbing a bottle of lotion from the night stand, he worked his slick fingers into me until I was opened up nicely, then he coated his stiff, leaking pecker and slipped easily inside me.

He made slow gentle love to me, occasionally leaning down to kiss me, then pulling back and thrusting deep within me, stirring things inside me that usually went untouched. I have come many times just from Johnny fucking me, but never as hard as I did that night when Tony thrust in one last time and began to fill me with his hot cum.

My own cum shot out like a cannon then, coating both our chests and stomachs with my sticky goo as it seemed to go on forever. I felt weak and drained, but more satisfied than I ever thought possible.

"Whew!" I said as I came back to my senses, "I made quite a mess."

"Mmm," Tony growled from deep within his throat, "that was amazing, thanks."

"You're welcome, thank you."

He sighed then, and after a quick kiss, he disengaged his slowly deflating pecker from my oozing hole, and from somewhere he retrieved a towel and began cleaning both of us up.

When we were reasonably clean, he suggested we go to the bathroom and finish the job, and I let him lead the way. We wound up taking a quick shower together as Tony lovingly cleaned my backside for me, taking special care with my still slightly dilated anus.

Back in his bedroom, I was surprised to see him slip his underpants back on, but I was quick to follow his lead. We piled into bed again, but this time Tony seemed a bit distant. I supposed he was still recovering from his massive orgasm, but I wondered if he wasn't feeling a bit of guilt or remorse for his earlier passion.

"Tony, you didn't do anything wrong," I said cutting right to the chase.

"I know," he sighed, "but I got sort of carried away."

"Nah, it was great. Now, come over here and let's snuggle. After all, that's one of the best things about being in bed with someone."

"Yeah," he sighed as he relaxed and scooted over to meet me halfway.

I kissed the side of his face and placed a hand on his chest, once again amazed at how buff he'd become. I tweaked his nipples then, causing him to let out a little squeak, and I laughed.

"Don't ever doubt for one instant that you are loved, brother," I said kissing his face once more.

"I know. Thank you," he said, his eyes clouded with tears, "I'm so lucky to have found you bunch of crackers," he laughed.

I laughed too, "You know, sometimes I forget we're different colors, but I gotta say, I like your color just fine."

"I like yours too," he sighed, sounding far away, and moments later I felt and heard his breathing become even, and I knew he'd fallen asleep.

I snuggled up closer to my brother, and soon I joined him in peaceful slumber as well.

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The weeks sped by, and soon it was February. Gerald's meeting with Sherry's folks had gone well, and in addition to supporting their decision to marry, they'd offered their help in bringing Lam to this country as well.

Sherry's mom insisted on planning the wedding, and both were relieved to have one less thing to worry about. The wedding would be held in the chapel at the church that Sherry and her folks attended, and Gerald had begun to attend services there as well.

In mid January, they had met with the pastor for what Gerald described as a job interview. Apparently he passed, and would get the job of being the groom, and all was set for the Valentine's Day event.

Meanwhile, lawyers and others were working behind the scenes to clear the way for Lam to be adopted and to move to the USA as soon as the happy couple were wed.

It was like a fairy-tale come true, but at times I wondered if things weren't going too smoothly. Fortunately, as it turned out, I was worrying for nothing.

Caleb and Tony came over a couple weeks into the new year to pick up the load of TVs and electronics Caleb had bought, and they stayed the night, but other than dinner that night at Casa Bonita, we didn't get too much of a chance to socialize.

Fortunately, Caleb had rented a box truck and the electronics were safely locked inside while we had dinner, and later we returned to the apartment to continue our visit.

The following week, Caleb and Tony returned and spent the weekend, and we showed them around town and took them to our favorite eating places. On Saturday night, we took them bar hopping in the downtown area where there were several gay bars, two of which were also discos.

Johnny and I didn't go to the bars often, and when we did it was mostly to dance and do some drinking. Occasionally, we'd meet someone interesting, but we seldom hooked up with any of them.

That night, Tony was dressed to kill in tight bell bottom jeans, a poofy nylon leisure shirt and high heel shoes. His look was accentuated by a wide belt with holes all around it, and the color matched his shoes perfectly.

Caleb was less spectacularly dressed, opting for jeans and a tight Henley shirt with embroidery around the collar. He wore tennis shoes and no belt, but even dressed as he was, he was a handsome and sexy guy.

Johnny and I were dressed to the ninths in designer jeans, mine with rope trim up the leg seams, and of course bell bottoms, and Johnny's with embroidery on the back pockets. We both wore printed leisure shirts and wide belts, mine white to match my shoes, and Johnny's matched his brown shoes.

"Damn, you boys are looking good," the door attendant at Tiffany's said as we entered.

"Hi Mark," I said, then introduced the two new guys. Mark was co-owner of this bar, plus another one next door, and we'd made friends the first night we'd visited there. There were definitely perks to knowing one of the owners, but Johnny and I never took advantage of the situation.

"No cover tonight guys," Mark said waving us on through, "and give this to the bartender for your first setup on me," he said handing each of us a poker chip.

"Awesome, thanks, Mark. Maybe we can dance later."

"Count on it, when things settle down at the door, I'll come look you guys up."

I could tell that the guys were impressed that we had connections, but they didn't mention it until we'd gotten our drinks and found a table.

"Damn, that guy is hot," Caleb said of Mark. Despite being in his late 30s, Mark was indeed sexy and very nice to boot.

"Yep, and old enough to know how to please a guy," I laughed.

"And rich no doubt," Tony added.

"Not rich, but I guess he does all right. The bar scene is hard though. They come and they go. Bar patrons are fickle, always looking for the next big thing, and the 'in' place to be. That's why they opened Queen of Hearts next door. It has a bigger dance floor and even a restaurant upstairs, but I still like Tiffany's because it's smaller and cozier," I said, trying to be heard above the syncopated beat of the music.

"Can we go there too?" Tony wondered.

"Sure, before the night is over, you'll see all that Tulsa has to offer," I chuckled.

In the 70s, Oklahoma did not have liquor by the drink, in fact, our state was the last state to pass legislation to allow liquor to be sold in bars. In fact, it would be almost ten years before that happened, in 1984, so back in those days, bar patrons had to bring their own bottle and then pay for set-ups using their own liquor. Ridiculous, I know, but that's how it was back then. We'd brought a bottle of Vodka, and one of Whisky, and after stopping by the bar to have our bottles numbered for our use only, we ordered our first drink using the token's Mark had given us.

We found a table near the wall and away from the traffic, but it was loud and hectic as discos tended to be in those days. The syncopated beat of the music shook us to the very bone, but we were young and adventurous and we loved it. In fact, it was hard to sit still with so much going on around us and we were eager to join the melee.

Johnny and I got up after a while and danced to Donna Summer's, Love to Love You, the long version, leaving Caleb and Tony to their own diversions for a few minutes.

I noticed Caleb looking around at the other customers, but Tony seemed content to watch the dancers on the floor, his body gently swaying to the music. Then, from across the room I saw a small black boy, who truthfully didn't look old enough to be in a bar, saunter across the floor till he reached our table.

I nudged Johnny and we both watched as the kid bent down to whisper in Tony's ear, then Tony stood and allowed the kid to lead him by the hand to the dance floor. After a while they danced close enough for us to talk and Tony introduced the kid as Willy. The boy gave us a cute smile, but didn't speak, then looked away as if embarrassed.

"Have fun," I said as Johnny and I exited the dance floor after the second number was finished, and back at our table, Caleb seemed happy to see us.

"I felt kinda weird sitting here all alone," Caleb confessed, "that guy over there keeps staring at me," he added in a whisper.

"Who, oh...yeah, he is," I chuckled, "he's too old for my taste, but he's not bad looking."

"Is he still looking?" Caleb asked, darting his eyes from mine to Johnny's.

"Yeah. Uh oh, looks like he's making his move," I chuckled, "just be kind," I warned, "someday we'll be older too and we'll be looking for younger guys," I advised.

"Hello," the guy said when he finally reached us, "I couldn't help but notice you over here with no one to dance with," he said to Caleb, "Would you do me the honor of joining me on the dance floor?"

I could see indecision in Caleb's eyes, but I guessed in the end he decided one dance wouldn't kill him.

"Uh, yeah sure, but I'm not that good a dancer," Caleb stuttered.

"No one will care, or even notice," the man laughed, "I'm Fred, by the way," he said as he ushered Caleb to the dance floor.

"He seems like a nice guy," Johnny observed, "maybe he's one of those guys who just like seeing how many dance partners he can find."

"Maybe," I said turning my attention to the new couple on the dance floor, as well as keeping track of Tony and Willy, "Oh, look, Tony has his hand on Willy's little behind. I predict Willy will be coming home with us," I chuckled.

"He's a cute little thing, but he looks more like 16 than 21," Johnny noted.

"Some guys just look young, I guess. They usually check IDs here, and Mark's at the door, so I'm betting he's legal, or at least has a convincing ID."

"Yeah, you're probably right. I'm gonna go get us another drink, be right back, babe," he said standing and kissing me on the cheek.

"I noticed a few guys watching us, and I caught the eye of a cute redhead who gave me a wink and a smile. I smiled back and raised my mostly empty drink glass to him.

Caleb stayed on the dance floor for two more dances, and meanwhile, Johnny had returned with our drinks.

"Caleb seems to be enjoying himself," I noted.

"Yeah, I want to see what happens when they play a slow number," he chuckled.

"Well, I don't know about Caleb and Fred, but I'd bet Tony and Willy will be sexing it up."

"Yeah, I bet. They're touching even during the fast numbers."

"Bumping uglies," I laughed.

"Not ugly, I'm sure. Willy doesn't look all that well hung though. I mean, makes sense, he's a little guy."

"Dynamite comes in small packages," I laughed, "maybe he's a grower, not a shower."

"Any more than a mouthful is a waste anyway," Johnny laughed.

"We're perfect, don't you think? We don't gag each other or split each other open like a watermelon," I joked.

"Yeah, perfect in other ways too," he said softly as he leaned in to kiss me passionately on the lips, his hand rubbing my thigh as my pecker slowly rose to the occasion.

"Mmm...better stop that or I'm going to throw you on this table and have my way with you," I joked.

"I'm sure the other patrons wouldn't mind, in fact, I bet that red-head over there would be cheering us on."

"Oh, you noticed him too?" I chuckled, "we made eye contact earlier and he had that 'fuck me' look."

"Want to see if he wants to dance? It's fine with me if you want to invite him to join us. He looks kind of lonely."

"I wouldn't mind, but we already have a houseful, and I'm almost certain Willy will be adding to that number."

"We don't have to take him home, just let him hang out with us."

"Well, he is kinda cute. I guess a dance wouldn't hurt. Who knows, he might be a pot head or an air head, and I can ditch him after we dance."

"I'm going to take a piss," Johnny said, be right back, and I better see you out there on the dance floor when I get back," he added with a chuckle.

I was nervous as I rose to walk the short distance to where the red-head stood, sipping what looked like a tequila sunrise. To make things worse, his eyes were on me the whole time, and as I got closer and closer he suddenly got that flee or fight look. Maybe he was worried that I was offended by his staring, or maybe he thought Johnny and I had been talking bad about him.

In an attempt to put him at ease, I smiled my best smile and slowed down a bit to let him know I meant him no harm. Once I was close enough to speak to him, I leaned in and introduced myself and asked him if he'd like to dance.

I could see him relax visibly, then he seemed to take on a puppy-dog- like enthusiasm as he sat his drink down on someone's table and followed me to the floor.

I learned that his name was Roger, and that made me think of our Roger, the friend who had started Johnny and I on the path of human sexuality, only to disappear so abruptly from our lives.

"I think you and your boyfriend make a nice looking couple," he said loud enough to be heard over the music.

"Thanks, we've been together practically our whole lives."

"Oh, man, that's so nice. I'd kill to find a solid guy to be with."

"I know what you mean, some of my friends aren't as lucky as Johnny and me."

The bathrooms were located on the backside of the room, and to get there it was necessary to cross the dance floor, so when Johnny returned he came within a few feet of us. Moving that way, Roger followed me as I grabbed Johnny's hand and pulled him in for a three-way dance.

"Johnny, this is Roger, Roger, this is my life mate, Johnny."

"Roger," Johnny chuckled as he gave the red-head a shoulder rub, "we used to have a friend name Roger, a long time ago," he said wistfully.

"Oh, what happened?" Roger asked, sounding genuinely interested.

"He moved to California and we never heard from him again," I answered, "weird too, cause we swapped information and all. Sometimes I worry that something bad happened to him."

"That's sad, well...I promise if you swap information with me, I'll keep in touch, if you want me to," Roger said grinning.

I laughed, "Well, let's see how the night goes first," It was meant teasingly, but Roger's smile faded and he just nodded.

"Hey, I was kidding," I said lifting his chin with my finger and kissing him on the cheek, "you seem like a nice guy, and you're cute as hell. I love your hair."

His smile returned and he chuckled, "Yeah, well...it's the same color down below, if you know what I mean," he added with a giggle.

"Well, as long as we're disclosing personal facts, my pubes are sort of reddish too, right Johnny."

"Yep, well...makes sense, your granny on your mom's side has red hair."

"Hey, Johnny," I said nudging my lover, "Caleb and Fred are at Fred's table now."

"Hmm, interesting. Where's Tony and his little chicky, I wonder?"

"That black dude?" Roger said pointing, "he's making out with Willy back in the corner."

"Oh, do you know Willy?"

"Sure, he's a nice kid. Looks younger, but he's 21, or at least that's what his ID says. Never can be too sure, but he's around here a lot."

"Well, he's cute as a puppy," Johnny chuckled, "but I'd bet he's not innocent."

"He doesn't sleep around that much, if that's what you think. He comes here to dance mostly. Oh, I'm not saying he doesn't hook up once in a while, but he's not a slut or anything."

"That's good to hear," I said butting in, "I'm danced out, how about coming back to our table and we can talk some more?"

Tony and Willy eventually came over to join us, but Caleb remained at Fred's table, though he did come over to tell us where he was, and to tell us to come get him when it was time to go.

"Do you like Queen of Hearts?" I asked Roger after Caleb returned to Fred's table.

"Yeah, I go to both places. I usually start here, then go over there later, unless I find someone interesting here," he chuckled.

I explained the situation with Tony and Caleb and that we were showing them the gay life in Tulsa, and Roger seemed interested to hear that we were all from such a small town.

"I'm from Claremore, originally," Roger said, "but there isn't much of a gay scene there. Oh, when I was in high school, I messed with a few guys, but for them it was just getting off, and nothing serious. As soon as they could, they found girlfriends."

"We were lucky, I guess. We had a lot of friends who liked to mess around, though some did find girlfriends or wives."

We were interrupted a moment later by the arrival of Mark, who slid into the empty chair and said hello to each of us by name. Apparently, Mark knew most of his clientele, and maybe that was one reason they kept coming back. It's a real ego booster to have someone call you by name, especially someone as handsome and influential as Mark. But it was Roger that he gave the most attention to.

"Hello Rog, how are you bro," he said giving him a sit down hug and a kiss on the cheek."

"Fine, never better, just dancing my ass off and having a great time," Roger said, trying to sound enthusiastic but failing.

Mark seemed to pick up on Roger's mood and took his hand and squeezed it gently, "It takes time," he sighed, "trust me, I know."

Then the moment passed and Mark chatted with us for a few minutes before finally announcing he had to leave.

"I have to go next door in a few and put out a fire."

"Oh," I said, "I hope not a real fire," I teased.

"No, worse, the human kind. One of the Queens did some bad dope or something and I need to go over and see if she needs medical help or just someone to talk her through it."

"Ouch," Johnny said, "one more reason we never do drugs."

"You're smart," Mark said, "I'll confess, I smoke some weed now and then, but I leave the hard stuff alone. Booze is enough for me," he chuckled, "but I'm a realist, I know that drugs are part of the culture and I've learned to deal with it."

When Mark was gone, Roger seemed a bit subdued and didn't speak for a while. It was obvious he and Mark had some kind of history, but I was hesitant to ask. Luckily, he came clean before Johnny or I could ask.

"Mark and I were....well, sort of a thing at one time. We were exclusive for about six months, then he met someone else, and just like that, it was over."

"Wow, he doesn't seem like that kind of guy," I said, then realized how silly that was. All I knew of Mark was the persona he put forward in the bar. I didn't know the real Mark at all. Maybe he was a real asshole outside of these four walls.

"Oh, he wasn't mean about it or anything. He said he thought I understood that we were just temporary and that he wasn't ready to get with just one guy. It hurt, at first, but I got over it," he sighed.

"Did you?" I said patting his shoulder, "seems like maybe you're still hurting a little."

"Maybe a little. Doesn't help that I see him every time I come here. But he's always nice to me and we talk sometimes. He says he considers me to be a friend," he laughed sadly, "I guess that's better than nothing."

"What you need is someone new to take your mind off Mark," I said, "maybe we can help you find someone...tonight."

"I'm game for anything," Roger said, seeming to cheer up some, "but right now, I need another drink, be right back."

"I'll go with you," I said, we need one too. Johnny, hold the fort down," I chuckled.

"Don't be gone too long," Johnny teased, "someone might come along and scoop me up."

"I'll scratch their eyes out if they do," I joked, and Roger laughed.

"He's a good man, I can tell," Roger said once we were out of earshot.

"The best, and the great thing is: we can mess around with other guys and neither of us gets jealous. But we only do it together."

"Nice," Roger said, "that's so neat. I don't know if I could be that open-minded. See, Mark even suggested I get with him and his new guy, but I was too hurt to even think about it. Sometimes I wish I had."

"Yeah, it's not for everyone, especially if both partners aren't committed to each other like Johnny and I are."

"It's easy to tell you two are in love," Roger said smiling, "God, I want that so bad."

We ordered our drinks and headed back to our table and were surprised to find Tony and Willy had returned. Pulling up a chair from another table, Roger and I sat down and we introduced Tony and Roger. Willy and Roger were already acquaintances and exchanged hugs and a kiss on the cheek, looking more like two high school girls than guys for a moment.

"What's up with Caleb?" Tony asked, leaning in to speak into my ear.

"Dunno exactly. That guy asked him to dance then kidnapped him," I teased.

"He's kind of old, but not bad looking. Maybe he has a big dick," Tony teased.

"Not as big as you, I'd bet," I laughed.

"Probably not, but who knows?"

"Are you talking about Fred?" Roger said, having overheard our conversation, "he owns a car dealership and has money to burn. He always scores, cause he spends a lot of money on his...umm, dates. I heard he even gave one of them a car once. Some young and hung thing that he banged for a while."

"Yikes," I said, "I wonder if I should warn Caleb?" I said catching Johnny's eye.

"He's a big boy," Johnny said, having followed the whole conversation.

"Yeah, I guess. I just don't want him to get hurt."

"I don't think Caleb will fall for any of his tricks. I'm sure he's over there because he wants to be."

"Yeah, you're right, I worry too much. What kind of cars does he sell?" I chuckled, "I'm in the market. Maybe if Caleb gets in good with him I can get a deal."

"Chevy, I think," Roger said, "yeah, Chevy, cause that one guy got a Monte Carlo."

"Nice," I said raising an eyebrow. Monte Carlo was one of the models I'd been looking at, though of course I was thinking about a used one."

At around 11, we decided it was time to go next door to The Queen of Hearts, and Johnny volunteered to go tell Caleb we were leaving. While he was doing that, Roger and I collected our bottles of alcohol from the bar and headed back to our table.

Before we were half way there however, we were met by the others, Fred and company included. Apparently they had decided it was time to change bars as well, or maybe it was just Fred's way of hanging onto Caleb for a while longer. Actually, I was kind of glad. Not to sound opportunistic, but it would be nice to know someone in the car business, since I was in the market for one.

I didn't know the guy at the door of the other bar, but evidently Fred did, and without so much as a grunt, the guy waved us on through. This was our lucky night, no covers either place.

I noticed Fred and company weren't carrying bottles, but I found out later they had several bottles at all the bars they frequented and just left them there. Well, that was their story anyway. I suspected the truth was, the bars actually provided their alcohol for a fee since they were such good customers.

The Queen, as we called it, was packed with a variety of guys that night, and the dance floor was crowded as hot sweaty men bumped together dancing to YMCA by the Village People. It's hard to keep still during that number and I was tempted to spell out the letters as most of the dancers were doing, but I thought that might appear a bit too juvenile in the present company.

It was obvious Fred had some clout here, and soon we had two tables pulled together with enough room to accommodate our group and his. Introductions were made, drink orders were placed, and Tony and Willy slipped away to the dance floor to do 'The Hustle'.

Besides Fred there was a skinny, dark haired guy named Ralph, who looked totally out of place in a disco. Next was Joey, a girly looking kid that looked more like 18 than 21, but who was I to say. Last but not least, was Marvin, a guy a couple years younger than Fred, but ten times better looking. I wondered exactly how these guys knew each other, but no explanations were given, and I sure wasn't about to ask. Fortunately, Caleb had all the answers.

I wanted to talk to Caleb, alone, and finally asked him to dance so we could get away from the crowd. As soon as we were on the dance floor, I began to quiz him on how he and Fred were getting along.

"It's not what you think," Caleb said grinning, "I know all about him and his flings. I also told him right upfront that I couldn't be bought. He said he respected that, but that he was enjoying my company, and if that was all there was to it, then that was better than most nights he spent here."

"Quite the charmer, eh?"

"Yes, that's one reason he can keep Marvin hanging on."

"What? You mean...?"

"Yeah, Marvin is his live-in lover, or whatever, but he allows Fred to have his fun on the weekends. Sometimes he plays too, or finds someone of his own. They have a very open relationship."

"What about the other two?"

"Just groupies," he laughed, "I guess Fred nailed them both at one time or another and he keeps them around for fun, or for backups if he doesn't score. Joey does drag some nights, and from what I can see of him, he's probably a cute girl."

"Eh, not my thing," I confessed, "although I support what they do, I'm just not into females of any kind."

"Yeah, I get that. So...what's the deal with that Roger guy?"

As I filled him in on that story, the music slowed down, and Caleb and I were now dancing cheek to cheek, which made talking easier, but was causing some tenting in our pants. It felt good though, and I leaned in and kissed the side of Caleb's neck and growled.

"I hope Fred doesn't get jealous," I laughed.

"He's coming this way, and he looks mad..." Caleb joked, but I looked anyway.

"You butthole, you had me going. I need him on my side. Maybe he can help me get a good deal on a car."

"I'd bet on it. I'll talk to him if you'd like."

"Maybe, but first I'll just pretend I don't know he sells cars and mention that I'm in the market."

"Yeah, Marvin would actually be the guy to see, he's the used car manager."

"Oh, well...maybe I could sleep with him then," I joked.

"Oh boy, that would be something to see, maybe both you and Johnny. I wonder how Fred would react to that," he chuckled.

"Maybe it would make him appreciate Marvin more."

We danced one more dance, then returned to our table and downed our drinks in a couple of gulps. We ordered more, and Fred insisted they be put on his tab. Well, who was I to protest? If it meant sleeping with him and his bunch, I was prepared to do so, as long as Johnny was along for the ride..ha ha."

I'm not going to bore you with everything that went on that evening, or try to remember everything that was said, but I will say that we had a genuinely good time. I did manage to work in the fact that I was car shopping, and Marvin picked up on that immediately, and even gave me one of his business cards. I guess when you're in the car business you have to be prepared for any potential customers.

There was one more bar I wanted to show the guys, but when I mentioned it, Fred and company declined our invitation to join us. To say the least I was surprised, if not shocked, since I had assumed he would go anywhere to stay with Caleb a bit longer.

"We don't go there anymore," Joey said, then looked at Fred as if unsure whether to go on.

"Yes, unfortunately Joey got into some trouble there and management asked that we not come back," Marvin chuckled, "their loss, though."

I didn't know how to reply to that, so I didn't. We eventually said our goodbyes, and once we were outside I pulled Caleb aside.

"Would you rather stay here...with Fred and his gang?"

"No, no way. I want to see this other place. What's it called again?"

"The Taj Mahah, or Taj for short. There's a small dance floor upstairs, but mostly it's a place to just sit and drink, while entertained by male dancers, some of whom take it all off."

"Oh, wow, lead the way," Caleb said excitedly.

The Taj was on the other side of the street, about a block away, and in easy walking distance. That was the nice thing about the downtown bars, you could park anywhere and make the rounds without ever having to move your car.

The Taj was busy that night, and as we entered, the first thing I noticed was the cute young dancer gyrating to Hot Chocolate's, You Sexy Thing, and boy was he ever.

He was new, or at least I'd never seen him before. Blond, blue eyed, with just the right amount of muscle and tanned as if he'd been on the beach all summer. I wondered if he was tanned all over, and I would soon find out.

"Oh wow, he's hot," Caleb said, the boner in his jeans obvious after only a few seconds of staring at the young Adonis.

"Let's grab a table," I said, steering the group to the back of the bar near where the dancer shook his groove thing.

"I can do that," Willy said, demonstrating as he stood next to the table, causing several of the other patrons to give him a good looking over.

"Hey, that's mine," Tony joked, "don't shake that butt for this bunch."

"Sorry," Willy giggled as he finally took a seat.

Meanwhile, the dancer had stripped off his shorts and all he now wore was a skimpy blue thong, that could barely contain his fully engorged penis and ample balls.

"Oh my, looks good enough to eat," Johnny said licking his lips.

"That's Danni, with an 'I'," Roger said grinning, "I know all the dancers on the strip. He's a nice guy too. I'll introduce you when he's done."

"Well, Danni, with an 'I', is hot with a capital 'H'," Johnny said, his eyes glued to the boy's undulating body.

"He's not a piece of meat," Caleb scowled.

"No...but...OH MY GOD, speaking of meat," I said as he finally dropped his thong and revealed his fully erect penis and pendulous balls. He had to be at least 8 inches and his balls looked like xlarge grade A eggs inside his hairless sack. His pubes were trimmed too, a rarity in those days, and the only other hair on his body was a light sprinkling on his legs. Even his pits were shaved, a fact easily seen as he lifted his arms as part of his dance routine. I should also mention that the boy had rhythm and could actually dance, unlike some hot guys who just jerked their bodies around to show it off.

The song ended, and with a flourish, Danni ended his dance on the same final note, put his arms at his sides and bowed to thunderous applause.

Roger stood as Danni hopped down off the small stage and I watched the two exchange words and Danni nodded, then grabbed his clothes and disappeared through a door at the back of the room.

"He's gonna go change and then he'll join us. He's done for the night."

To my disappointment, Danni was dressed in tan bell-bottom polyester pants and a printed long sleeve button up shirt when he returned, but even dressed that way, he was still sexy.

As introductions were made, I carefully appraised the young god before me and decided he was actually really no different than Johnny or me, or any of our friends. Except for his undeniable beauty and above average equipment, he acted and talked just like a regular guy. He didn't sound or act the least bit gay, which was not the case with most of the guys we met in the bars, and that got me to wondering. Was it possible Danni was straight and just dancing for the money, especially the tips?

I learned, among other things, that he was a student at OSU in Stillwater, that his folks lived in Sand Springs, a suburb of Tulsa, and that besides being a dancer, he was also a musician and played the piano, guitar and several other instruments.

Boy, talk about a well-rounded and fabulously endowed individual, smart, handsome, sexy, and talented. The world was truly his oyster, whatever that meant.

Johnny and I paid for a round of beers, and by the time we'd ordered our second, the next dancer had taken the stage. Like many of the dancers we'd seen though, this one was uninspiring even if sexy, but nevertheless we enjoyed watching him, especially the unveiling at the end. Though not as endowed as Danni, he had a nice cock, though he was a bit hairier than I liked.

Around one o'clock, Danni said he needed to get home, and we said our goodbyes, Johnny and I staring after him with wanton lust, wishing we could find a way to lure him back to our apartment, but it was not to be.

We did however wind up bringing Willy back with us, no surprise there, and the five of us engaged in a rowdy exchange of bodily fluids. I won't go into detail, but let's just say, Willy liked it up the butt, and we were all happy to oblige.

As for Roger, he hooked up at the last minute with a friend he introduced as Gary, but we did exchange phone numbers, and as promised, he did stay in touch.