Date: Sat, 4 Jul 2009 20:58:00 -0400
From: Pee Jay <peejay@mi.rr.com>
Subject: "Plaquemines Parish" Part 7

"Plaquemines Parish" Part 7
By: Pee Jay
peejay@mi.rr.com

I went back inside feeling as if the weight of the world was taken from my
shoulders. Everything was right between Mom and I. It was a major relief. I
was also looking forward to spending time with her and her new boyfriend
Bill the next day.

Steve and Mike were sitting in the living room talking quietly so I plopped
down on the sofa with my hands behind my head and eased back. I exhaled
deeply. They stopped their conversation and looked at me as I let a
contented smile cross my face. They were stuck with me now and I was happy
to be with them. Things couldn't have worked out better. Mom was supportive
and wanted to get to know Dave; that made me feel good. It occurred to me
that maybe Mike and Steve had something to do with that so I decided to ask
them.

Before I could formulate a question, Steve said, "Well sport, that didn't
go so bad did it?"

"No. Something tells me you guys knew how it was going to turn out. I wish
you would have said something, I was going crazy."

Steve chuckled, "Yeah, we had a pretty good idea. Your mother didn't commit
to anything on the phone but the more we talked with her the more she
seemed to understand what you went through back there. She was struggling
with the notion that she was abandoning or somehow giving you up by letting
you stay here. That was her biggest fear. Then she had a problem with the
money side of things. She didn't want you costing us anything and wasn't
sure if she could afford to pay us. When you got a job and we told her you
insisted on paying room and board while you were here she actually laughed
saying that sounded like her little man."

I butted in on him, "Steeeeve". He knew darn well what he was saying. I
told them about the tit-for-tat thing that Mom and I had going with the
expression.

They both laughed at my objection to that annoying term. Then he continued,

"Anyway, we were relatively sure that she was okay with it. She needed a
little time to digest things after we presented the facts. As hard as it
was for her, she wants what's best for you even if it means letting you go
before she's ready", then he paused for a brief moment. "Do you know she
has a new job?"

"Yeah, she's an executive secretary, has been for a month or so."

"Oh okay, I wasn't sure if you knew",

Mike cleared his throat then eyed me with that stern look that only Mike
can give you. The one that means 'pay attention, I have something to
say'. It was a little spooky because I had seen the look a couple times and
one of those times he blew a gasket so I sat there quietly waiting on him.

A moment later he began, "There's a few guidelines that Steve and I want to
establish as long as we're having a chat".


That wasn't surprising coming from Mike. He was probably getting off on
being able to boss someone around, that being me! However, I was paying for
the space I was occupying and now he wanted to tell me what I can and can't
do, ha fat chance.

"Go ahead Big Daddy, what's on your mind?"

This wasn't off to a good start but I thought I would hear him out. What
could it hurt?

"First of all," Mike said. "We know you're going to the Quarter with your
mother tomorrow and we hope you have a good time. After that, the Quarter
is off limits unless you are with one of us; is that clear?"

I couldn't see what the problem with the French Quarter was.

"I suppose. But what's the big deal about the Quarter? What if I want to
visit Rob? He lives there."

Then super-cop had to know who Rob was so I told him. Mike went on to
explain in general terms some of the things that went on in the Quarter and
how it was no place for a kid especially after dark.

I objected to being called a kid. Steve reminded me that although I may be
a young man, I was still a minor and unaware of some of the perils that
exist in the world. When he said that, Mike remembered my fake id and told
me to go to my room and get it. I reminded him that he had it in his back
pocket along with my money.

Now I was worried. That fake id cost a lot and it was my ticket to freedom
or, more specifically, independence if I needed it.

Mike went to the kitchen returning with a pair of scissors. He retrieved
the id from his back pocket and handed them to me.

I looked at him with a puzzled look on my face. I sort of knew what he was
getting at but I was trying to think of how to get around it. I looked at
Steve but he wasn't giving any ground so I looked back at Mike and said,

"Yeah, and what am I supposed to do with these?"

"Three guesses and the first two don't count," he said sternly.  I looked
at the id and the scissors I was holding. Shit, he can't be serious; this
has to be some kind of joke or something. I would be giving up my
independence, my freedom to run for the hills if the going got tough. I
thought to myself, 'no way is Mr. Fucking Important going to make me to do
this. Who the hell does he think he is anyway'?

I looked up at him to see if he was going to smile or laugh. It didn't look
like it so I looked back down at my id. When I looked up again, Mike raised
both eyebrows, pursed his lips, and cocked his head at me.

Damn it. He seemed to be intent on this so I said, "Mike you can't be
serious. I paid two hundred dollars of my hard-earned money for this id. Do
you expect me to cut two hundred dollars in half? Just throw it away?
That's not very smart."

"Yes I do," he said directly. "It wasn't very smart of you to get it in the
first place. Think of it as a poor investment; wrong from the start because
that's what it is. Do you realize that you could have a police record if
you're caught with it? How smart is that?"

God I hate the way he's always right. After some thought I said, "Not very
smart I guess. But Mike, I paid two hundred dollars for this. It's the most
expensive thing I ever bought and now I'm supposed to throw it away? C'mon
Mike, have a heart." Maybe pleading with him would work. He has to have a
soft spot somewhere; after all, he's human.

"Do you want one of us to do it for you?" he said succinctly. "It's going
to happen sport, one way, or the other."

I sighed; defeated and outgunned by Big Daddy. I raised the scissors and
placed them at the bottom edge of my two hundred dollar folly. I looked up
at Steve to see if he was going to come to my rescue. He was grinning ear
to ear, enjoying the whole thing.

"It's not funny Steve," I said. Then I started smiling too because he knew,
that I knew, that I was outflanked. I exhaled then cut the stupid thing in
half and said, "There, are you guys happy now?"

"Consider it a cheap lesson," Steve said with a grin on his face. "It was a
bad decision and a waste of good money. Be thankful it didn't cost more
than it did."

"Yeah, but that was hard to do. Man, I spent so much money on that id. I
bought it so I could buy my own bus ticket out of hell. I had to show it to
open my bank account too."

"That's something else we have to talk about," Mike said. "We can save that
for later; we made enough progress for one day. Let's eat lunch."

Steve stood up smiling then winked saying, "You hungry Val?"

"Yeah."

Mike put his arm around Steve and kissed him as they led the way to the
kitchen. Steve put his arm around Mike's waist, tightened his hold, then
eased up. As they went arm in arm to the kitchen, I couldn't help but think
how lucky I was. Yeah, I had to cut the id in half but there probably
wouldn't be a need for it now. Besides, it likely was a dumb thing to do
but it was the only way I could think of to get out of the situation I was
in. Oh well, it worked out for the good. I'm here now and happier than I've
been in a long time. I smiled to myself liking the idea of Mike and Steve
as dads. If I had to have dads, I couldn't think of two better dudes for
the job.

And how could I complain about them? They took me in from the very
beginning not knowing anything about me. I could have ripped them off; not
that I would but they didn't know that. I was beginning to feel sheepish
for what I had taken for granted; namely, their generosity and
concern. They really did care. They actually interceded on my behalf with
mom too. They wanted me to be here with them. Would I ever do something
like that? I mean take in a stranger like they did. It was a lot to think
about, I was probably going to owe them more than I could ever repay.
Christ, it felt like I already did.

Steve was fixing something to eat for us while Mike sat at the table. I had
the idea to help so I said,

"Anything I can do Steve?"

"Get some glasses and pour us some ice tea if you don't mind."

"Ten-four! I'm on it dude."

After I poured our drinks, I sat down opposite Mike and looked at him then
I looked at Steve working at the counter. I was overcome by a flood of
emotion and said,

"I really appreciate all you guys have done for me. I feel like I should be
paying more than I am."

Steve looked my way for a second then looked away with a smile saying,

"We're glad we can help. It's a bigger adjustment than we initially thought
but we like having you here. Make sure you hold up your end of the bargain
and we'll all be fine."

"I will Steve. I promise."

Then a thought crossed my mind. I had never seen or heard them speak of
friends. Surely two attractive and successful guys have friends, where were
they? I never heard them talk on the phone or noticed anyone coming
over. It was strange when I thought about it. I didn't have friends because
I just moved here and school hadn't started yet; but this was home for
these guys, born and raised. Where were their friends and families? Could
it be they were so happy together that they didn't socialize or need anyone
beyond themselves? That sounded a bit out there so I said,

"I haven't noticed anyone calling or coming over. I mean like your friends
type thing. Is it because of me?"

Mike jerked his head up from the magazine he was reading and focused on
me. I felt like I was under a spotlight. Geez, I swear the guy should have
been an interrogator but for him; it wasn't a put on, it was simply
Mike. He returned his gaze to the magazine.

Steve looked over as he was putting things back in the fridge, "Why do you
ask Val?"

"I don't know. I figured you guys must have friends but nobody's called or
come around. It struck me as unusual, that's all."

Mike turned to look at Steve and their eyes locked for a few seconds. HE
turned back around facing me directly and said,

"Did you listen to our messages?"

Where did that come from? I stuttered out my reply, "N...no Mike, I
swear. I didn't go near your phone. I have my own. I wouldn't do that
anyway. Mike, it was an honest question, that's all."

He was making me feel guilty as hell and I hadn't done anything. Good God,
will I ever get used to that grilling that he does so effectively? I didn't
think so. I figured I hit a nerve and it really wasn't any of my
business. There was a strange silence in the kitchen. All of a sudden it
seemed like I didn't know these guys at all and a short while ago we were
almost like best friends, it was weird.

"I'm sorry, it's none of my business, forget it", I said fidgeting with the
centerpiece. That thing comes in handy when fielding fire from Mike!

Mike exhaled pushing the magazine aside and leaning back in his chair. He
looked at me squarely. Geez, here we go again, round two and it's only
lunchtime, sigh.

"You're a little too smart for your own good. You know that?" he said
sullenly then gave in to a wan smile.

At least he wasn't mad. Thank God for that.

"You're wearing me out Mike. I'm gonna have to take a nap if you don't lay
off for a while."

That made him beam a big one, a grin that is; I was glad to see it. Steve
walked over placing a plate in front of each of us and stood next to me
massaging my shoulder with his hand. It felt good but more than that, it
was reassuring; like someone was on my side for a change. I rested my head
against him placing an arm around his waist.

Mike said, "We asked our friends to stay away for a couple weeks while we
all adapt to our new arrangement. This is a big change for us too Val,
you're not the only one going through it."

Now he plays the guilt-trip card. I give up. I'm never coming out on top
with him, he's too much. The only possible way around Mike is through
Steve, that's all I can think of. Not that I have a hidden agenda but
still, it's good to know or at least keep in mind.

"I feel bad about getting in the way of your friends. Is there something I
can do so you guys can be normal again?" That didn't come out right so I
said, "What I mean is; can I do something different so you guys can spend
time with your friends? You know enjoy yourselves a little bit. You don't
have to supervise me twenty-four-seven ya know; I'm trustworthy."

"It's okay sport. You're in our care now and we want our friends to meet
and like you as much as we do. It'll come in due time."

God that sounded good, especially coming from Mike. I wondered if he had to
force that out. Not really, but it was one of those few indications that
Mike let slip allowing you to know how he felt about you. I was glad he
said it.

Steve sat down and we ate as we talked. Steve was being his genial self
while Mike was having the final say as always. I guess it worked for them
but if Dave ever tried that, I think it would bother me.

It was hard to figure Steve out. I saw Mike screw him in the hot tub and
yet Steve wasn't girlish or effeminate. He was every bit a man. Cute in a
masculine sort of way with a certain prettiness about him. What I mean to
say is that he didn't look like a girl. He had soft features the kind that
made you want to caress and hold him. He also seemed to demur to Mike and
allow him to take the lead on most things. Isn't that what wives do? It was
very confusing and difficult to understand.


When we finished eating, I rose to clear the table and clean up. Mike and
Steve went to the backyard to relax in the afternoon sun. When I finished,
I looked out the kitchen window to see both of them sitting on the deck
with their shirts off. I wondered where Mike got his muscles since they
didn't have work-out equipment at the house, surely he couldn't maintain a
physique like that at his age without putting some effort into it. And
Steve, well he had that smooth supple body that I could only hope for. I
was on the thin side in comparison and hated it.

I went out to the deck and said, "I'm getting ready for work and going by
Dave's to say hello".

"He's grounded. Where are you really going?" Mike said.

I only told Steve about Dave's grounding so how did Mike know? 'Get a clue
dummy' I thought silently 'they talk'!

"Mike, I've been seeing him every day on my way to work in his garage. We
talk for a few minutes then I leave for work, that's it."

He sat there like an oaf or a bump on a log, something inert anyway. Was he
about to stifle this too?

I decided to try the 'get to Mike through Steve' idea, "C'mon Mike, it's
nothing. Tell him Steve will ya? I'm just going to say hi, he's expecting
me." Geez, he was taking this guardian thing seriously.

"Okay. I don't want you getting on the wrong side of his parents, that's
all. So be careful sport and have a good day at work."

"Thanks, see you guys in the morning."

When I made it to Dave's house, there was no sign of him anywhere. The
garage door was closed and the house looked abandoned. Damn! He knew I
would be here; where is he? I stood on the opposite corner trying to figure
out why he wasn't there or where he might be. We were supposed to meet at
this time every afternoon before I had to report for work, it was a
rehearsed routine. Nothing new as far as the last four days went anyhow. I
decided to check out the garage, our appointed spot.

Nothing, there was no sign of life. I was standing with my back to the
sidewall of the garage with his house on the opposite side. His absence was
troubling, considering all that had happened. Mom, the guys and my id,
everything. I wanted to be in his company so bad and forget the events of
the day.

I heard the side door slam perking me up. Maybe that was him! I walked
around to the door and looked inside. It was Dave! I rushed inside pushing
the door open with a bang wrapping my arms around him hugging him the way I
always do. I grabbed him tight and kissed his mouth like I never had, as I
may never do again; I kissed him hard, wanting nothing more than to be
where I was, with Dave.

When our lips parted, still in each other's arms I said, "I get to stay
here. Dave we can be together now; it's legal. Mike and Steve took me in. I
live in New Orleans now!"

"I'm so glad to hear that," he said smiling. "I couldn't help thinking you
would be going back, and where would that leave me? Come here", he said
taking my hand. "I was so worried."

We walked over to an old picnic table bench against the wall. He pulled it
away a few inches and he sat down. I took a seat next to him. He put his
arm around me and I held his hand wrapping my fingers between his.

There was only one car in the garage and I guessed it was his father's
since a different car had been there all week.

Dave said, "My best friend Greg came by yesterday after you went to work. I
was cutting the grass in the front yard while Mom was grocery shopping so
we sat on the porch for a while. I told him I met someone I cared for. I
didn't say love because I thought he might freak out. When I told him your
name he wanted to know how big your tits were."

We both started laughing and choking for a few minutes. When we reached the
snickering stage, I asked him,

"Did he think I was a girl when you told him my name?"

"Yeah, he thought your name was spelled V-a-l-e-r-i-e. So I spelled it for
him V-a-l-e with an acute accent-r-y. He had a confused look on his face so
I told him it was a boy's given name like the French politician Valery
Giscard d'Estaing. I watched him put two and two together for a minute then
he had a perplexed look on his face. I was nervous but the timing seemed
right so I told him I was gay."

"No shit. What did he say?"

"I've been wanting to tell him since we came back from vacation. Plus I
haven't seen him much since you've been here. He thought I was mad at
him. To answer your question, he was kinda quiet and didn't say much."

"So how did he take it? Did he freak out or anything?"

"No and I knew he wouldn't. We've been best friends since second grade. I
know him better than his mother does. He said it was cool with him. I made
him promise not to tell anyone and he left soon afterward. I think it
bothered him even though he said he was okay with it. He was acting
strange. I think he needs a little time to get used to the idea."

"Do you trust him?"

"For sure, like I said. We've been best buds forever; since they moved here
from Baton Rouge."

"Cool."

I checked the time on my phone then said, "It's getting late. I have to get
going. Hey, I'm going with Mom and her new boyfriend tomorrow to the
Quarter then lunch. She said she wants to get to know you, I thought that
was pretty cool of her. Do you think you can get ungrounded and go?"

"I don't know. If I tell mom the truth, she probably won't let me go. I'm
not supposed to go there."

"Me either. I can only go if I'm with Mike or Steve and of course it's okay
if I'm with Mom. Hey, I have an idea! Ask her if you can go to lunch with
us, we're going to the yacht club at Lake Pontchartrain. Maybe she'll be
okay with that."

As I stood up, Dave said, "I'll ask. All she can say is no."

We hugged and kissed again then I had to get going if I didn't want to be
late for work. When we left the garage using the service door, his father
was coming out the back door of the house. Dave pushed me back inside the
garage and pulled the door shut.

I stood quietly. I heard their voices but couldn't understand what they
were saying. A few moments longer and the service door opened with Dave's
father surveying the garage. He was squinting as his eyes adjusted to the
dimly lit space. I was standing close enough to touch him, my back against
the wall as I trembled with anticipation. All I could think of was Dave
getting into more trouble because of me.

His father finally saw me and said, "What are you doing here?"

I was busted and lost for words; not to mention scared shitless.

"Nothing", was all I managed to squeak out.

I had the urge to run but he was blocking the door. Shit, how do I keep
getting into these awkward situations? I have the worst luck of anyone I
know. I wished Mike or Steve were here.

"Why are you dressed like that?"

"I'm on my way to work. I stopped for a minute to say hi to Dave, that's
all."

"Where do you work?"

"The Admiral's Palace, I'm a waiter."

I couldn't look him in the eye any longer so I looked at the floor.

"That's a nice restaurant," he said in a more cordial tone. "Now get your
butt out of here," he said stepping aside and nodding toward the door.

I didn't need any more encouragement. I took off running and didn't stop
until their house was out of sight. I slowed to a walk perspiring from my
block long sprint to safety. As I waited for the streetcar, I worried about
Dave getting deeper into trouble and maybe having his sentence
extended. Damn, lately it seemed if it wasn't one thing it was
another. When will things settle down and return to some kind of normal?

All night long, the only thing I could think of was Dave and how he might
be in more trouble. We were busy so I didn't have a lot of time to dwell on
it but it bothered me just the same.

Rob finished before me and waited so we could ride the streetcar home
together. We seemed to get along well and I liked him. He was friendly and
fun to talk with. The fact that he was gay was another common thread we
shared. We would point out hot looking guys to each other during work
commenting on what we liked about them. He thought he was three years older
at twenty-one because I was supposed to be eighteen. In fact, he was five
years older, which practically made him an adult as far as I was concerned,
and a very good-looking one at that.

Rob had that 'pretty boy' look like Steve though he looked very
different. Steve had the look in a mature kind of way while Rob still
looked boyish. I preferred Steve's look but that's not to say Rob wasn't
attractive; he most certainly was. He had long dirty blond hair, mostly
straight with a gentle wave in the right places that seemed to suggest
motion and, I have to confess, a nicely shaped derriere.

As we rode the streetcar home, I couldn't help but think about what Mike
said before I left for work. He was worried that I would cause a problem
for Dave and that's exactly what happened. I hated the thought of what may
come to pass if Dave was in trouble again. I decided to be upfront with
Mike and tell him what happened; maybe he would have an idea or some words
of wisdom.

"You're awful quiet tonight," Rob said.

I looked into those deep blue eyes not realizing I was wrapped up in my own
thoughts, "Yeah, I spose. I was thinking."

Outside the dimly lit streetcar, the night was black save the occasional
streetlight at intersections. There was a hint of Jasmine and Bougainvillea
in the air as we passed blocks of stately old homes with lush landscaping.

We were the only ones riding at that time of night, as usual. It made the
trip rather intimate; it seemed like our own personal streetcar.

Rob put his hand on my leg and said, "Do you want to come to my place for a
drink?" Then he moved his hand up and down my thigh.

I would be lying if I said it didn't feel good but I was with Dave. He was
the only guy I wanted, period.

"I'm sorry I can't go. I'll get in trouble if I don't go straight home".

"Do you live with your parents?" he asked.

"Yeah, and besides; I wouldn't cheat on Dave for anything. I love him."

He smiled and said, "I knew I liked you and I like you more for having said
that. Dave's a lucky guy. I hope he knows what he has." He paused stroking
my cheek with the back of his index finger. "You must spend a lot of time
in the sun. The streaks in your hair are obviously the real thing, not from
a salon. It compliments your brown hair and blue eyes. You're very good
looking you know, some would say hot." Then he chuckled.

I was nervous as hell. Sure, I thought Rob was attractive but I never had
anyone say something like that to my face. It made me very uneasy, uptight
would be more accurate. It was starting to feel clammy in the streetcar.

"I'm the lucky one Rob; that's the way I see it. He's so much better than
me. I can't believe he wants to be with me. His family's rich and ..." I
stopped realizing I was passing on too much information; things that were
personal and our friendship hadn't reached that point yet.

He sensed my anxiety saying, "I'm sorry for putting you on the spot. I hope
we can be friends."


"That would be nice. I'd like that." That was the truth too, I liked Rob
and we got along well. It would be nice to have a friend in New Orleans,
someone to talk with.

I got off at my stop, the two of us wished each other good night. I walked
to the house and let myself in. It was rather early for a Saturday so I
went to the fridge and reached for a beer. Then I caught myself. I changed
my mind knowing Mike and Steve's position on alcohol so I took a bottled
water. I unbuttoned my shirt and threw it with the bow tie on a chair. I
reclined in a chaise lounge and took in all the night offered. I took a sip
of water and exhaled trying to make sense of the day's events.

The only sounds were the Cicadas chirping in the trees and the trickling
water from the Koi pond. It was warm but not uncomfortable so I kicked off
my shoes, socks and pants throwing them in a heap on top of my shirt
relaxing comfortably in my underwear.

The garden lights glowed against the dark foliage under the clear night sky
dotted with twinkling stars. The shadows caused by the moonlight added to
the serenity. It was calm and peaceful.

I took another long drink of water and wondered what it would be like to
have Dave screw me. I was of one mind, that being that I loved him. What
intrigued me, though, was the idea of me fucking Dave. From the first time
I saw him at the marina, I wanted to put my hard dick on him; and now, I
wanted to put it in him! How were we going to work it out? I wasn't sure
but one thing was clear; I was going to be with him. I was ready to give in
to whatever he wanted. I loved him and the idea of being intimate with
him. If Dave wanted to screw me then I would go along with it. I remembered
Mike saying he was going to send some links on the subject so I reminded
myself to check email.

As I lie under the evening sky listening to the waterfall, I thought about
being with Dave. I wanted to feel the soft hairs on his chest and in his
crotch around his hard-on. I wanted all that was Dave, anyway I could have
him. He could screw me if he wanted, I would give myself to him
willingly. I spread my legs and pushed a finger against my hole as if it
were Dave's hard dick poking me. I tried to imagine the sensation, not
knowing for sure what it was like. I got hard and jerked off with my legs
spread wide pretending Dave was on top and inside me. I imagined his
handsome face and body humping away, it was wonderful. After I came, I
pulled my finger out of my ass lying there in a state of bliss and
eventually fell asleep.

As the sun began to brighten the horizon, I opened my eyes from the noise
the magpies and thrushes made in the trees. The scene was embarrassing so I
gathered my clothes and made my way upstairs climbing into bed and went
back to sleep.

A couple hours later, I awoke to my cell phone ringing. It was Dave on the
caller id.

"Hi Dave" I said half asleep easing myself back down on the pillow.

"Val?"

"Who else?"

"Were you sleeping?"

"Yeah" I said still groggy. "What's up?"

"I asked Mom and she said I could go to lunch with you guys. I didn't
mention the Quarter though; I didn't want to piss her off again. She was
pleased at the job I did in the garage and yard. She said I was free to go,
I'm ungrounded."

"That's great. Can you come over now?"

"I'll be there in a few minutes. Bye."

He hung up just like that. I had to laugh. He wanted to come over as much
as I wanted to see him. My day off was shaping up to be perfect! It was
time to get up and give Mike and Steve the good news.

I poured a coffee in the kitchen then checked the backyard through the
window. They were in the hot tub, not screwing this time so I decided to go
out and join them. As I crossed the deck, I grabbed a lawn chair and
carried it to the edge of the water. It was an in-ground spa with a
chiseled stone border and sparkling blue water. It was quiet too the only
noise being the effervescing water. The shed for the pump and heater were
behind the guesthouse.

"Mornin guys" I said sitting down.

"Good morning" they responded a little out-of-sync.

"Dave's coming over; his mother commuted his sentence to time served."

"That's great," Steve said. "Is he going to the Quarter with you guys?"

"I was going to ask you about that. The Quarter is off limits for him
too. He has permission to go to lunch with us but he was afraid to ask
about the Quarter. Do you think we should take him along and not say
anything to his mother?"

Mike didn't hesitate, "TILT," he said loudly.

Steve and I chuckled at his response, I wasn't surprised either. My phone
started ringing so I pulled it out of my pocket. The call was from the
hotel Mom was staying at on Canal Street.

"Good morning Mom," I said cheerfully. "Did you sleep well?"

She said she did then advised me to be ready to go at eleven. I asked her
if Dave could come and she agreed. I explained the situation, since Mike
and Steve were listening. She said she would call his mother when she got
here. That was all I could ask for then hope for the best so we said
goodbye.

"Does Dave's mother know of your living arrangements?" Steve wanted to
know.

"I'm not sure. We can ask him when he gets here. I'm going to put a note on
the door saying we're in the backyard. I'll be right back."

I was writing the note in the kitchen when the doorbell rang. I let 'my man
Dave' in and was instantly smothered with kisses and hugs. I was laughing
and trying to kiss him at the same time, loving every bit of it. When he
finished, he pulled back and looked me in the eyes saying,

"You look beautiful this morning." He lowered his voice, "I love you", and
then he started nibbling at my neck.

That was too much for me. I couldn't stand it so I pulled him close and
squeezed as I whispered in his ear, "I love you too handsome. C'mon follow
me."

I led him by the hand to my room knowing we didn't have a lot of time
before Mike started getting suspicious. I closed the door and pulled his
shorts down around his ankles. I began to suck his dick, which very nearly
made a boing sound it stood up so fast. I sucked and bobbed on his hardness
loving the feel of his pubes in my face. He had a lot of dark hair around
his dick and the feel of it made me want more of him. The path of hair to
his navel was so hot to look at it made me work harder and faster with my
mouth.

A couple short minutes and Dave started to explode, arching his back and
shoving his hard dick as far into my throat as he could. I fought the gag
reflex successfully when he did with my face buried in his crotch. I felt
his dick pulsing juice on the back of my throat. He was grunting and
groaning as he came. I took it all wanting to keep his hardness in my mouth
for hours if I could.

As he regained control of himself, he pulled me up by the arms and we
kissed. When we were satisfied with the moment, he leaned back and said,

"Dude that was awesome, I love you so much", then he kissed me again and
squeezed the shit out of me.

He pulled his shorts up and I couldn't resist the urge to slip my hand
under his T-shirt and feel the soft hairs on his Pecs. That was a major
turn on for me; I shuddered at the sensation. Actually, there wasn't
anything about him that didn't turn me on; just some things more than
others, I guess I was lucky in that regard.

"C'mon let's go outside before Mike comes looking for us."

"What about you? Don't you want me to do you?"

"For sure but we have to get out there or Mike's gonna come looking for
us. I guarantee it."

I headed for the door and he caught me as I pulled the door open wrapping
his arms around me from behind kissing my neck while his hands moved over
my chest and stomach. Steve was just taking the last step up to the second
floor and looked at us saying,

"There you are. Hi Dave how are you?"

"Good Steve, it's nice to have my freedom back. Did you miss me?" He said
smiling coyly.

"Most definitely, you'll never know", Steve said sarcastically rolling his
eyes. "I know someone that did though."

"C'mon Dave, you want a coffee?"


Steve was blocking the way to the stairs with his arm stretched out, hand
on the wall and said, "Listen guys. When you're alone in the bedroom leave
the door open. Okay?"

"Geez Steve, they have less rules in the big house," I said half teasing
and half trying to register a mild protest.

"Do we understand each other?" he persisted.

Good Lord, he's been spending way too much time with Mike. He's picking up
his bad habits and they were bad from my point of view.

"We do Steve" I relented.

Steve continued to their bedroom and we joined Mike at the spa with a fresh
cup of coffee. Dave put a lawn chair next to mine and we watched
super-stud, I mean super-cop relaxing. Dave gave Mike a quick wave of his
hand as he sat down and Mike nodded asking him if he was AWOL or good to
go. He knew the answer, but it was a good lead-in to a conversation, a-la
Mike.

"I'm on the lam, Mike. Keep it under your hat okay?" Dave was smiling and
jovial as he spoke. It was infectious.

Then he took my hand intertwining his fingers with mine. I looked at him
with that big ole Dave grin, white teeth and all. Whew, it made me weak.
Mike knew it was horseshit but couldn't resist the taunt.

"Hmmm," he said thoughtfully. "Is there a bounty on your head? We're a
little short this month."

"Yeah, it won't pay the bills though, you get to do anything you want with
Val", then he kissed me on the cheek.

I couldn't resist a grin and a look at his crotch. Man, I wanted to see it
bare again so bad. I wanted to run my fingers through the hair around his
dick and on his chest. My man Dave! God he was hotter than Tabasco
Sauce. Yeah I said that once before but no truer words were spoken. The
dude had my heart and both heads; there was nothing I could do but enjoy
it, and that I did, every moment of it.

Steve walked up and said, "Val it's quarter to eleven. You're mother's
going to be here in fifteen minutes."

"Okay Steve."

I panicked and handed Dave the cell phone in case Mom called or arrived
before I finished my routine. She could use it to call his mother when she
got here. I gave Dave a quick peck on the lips, which didn't bother me at
all considering Mike and Steve were present. That didn't quite do the trick
so I straddled his lap and sat with my arms around his neck giving him a
big ole sloppy kiss on the mouth.

"Get your butt in gear", Mike said. I could tell he wasn't angry by the
lilt in his inflection.

I stood up after the kiss saying, "Okay sarge", then took off for the
house.


I jerked off in the shower, I had to do it. The image of Dave's crotch, his
hard dick, was so fresh in my mind that I couldn't picture anything else. I
was all boned up with the recollection of me sucking him off. I tried to
put the bar of soap part way in my ass as I masturbated. It was slippery
enough to go in some. I was trying to imagine Dave entering me. I thought
it was on the perverted side but I couldn't help myself. I was trying to
get used to the idea. And the idea wasn't all that farfetched, I sort of
liked the thought of Dave screwing me. His hard dick sticking straight and
rigid inside me. Yeah, it was a good thought, stimulating even! Enough that
I pumped my load on the shower wall with my finger up my ass!

I finished up as fast as I could. As I went through the motions, I wondered
if I was a little bit perverted the way I seemed to think about sex all the
time. I didn't think famous achievers like Einstein or Michael Faraday were
consumed with the idea of sex. They couldn't think of all the shit they did
if they dwelled on it. I had good grades though; maybe there was hope for
me.

I bounded down the stairs on my way outside. I was excited about spending
the day with the two people I cared for most; Mom and Dave, no surprise
there. It was going to be a little strange hanging out with Mom, her
knowing about our relationship and all. Oh well, we'll have to watch the
touching and feeling. Definitely no kissing in front of her that would be
too weird.

"Hi mom" I said as I approached the group.

She sat in a lawn chair at the spa looking as good as she ever had. I bent
over and kissed my beautiful mother's cheek,

"Hi mom, it's good to see you."

"Hi honey," she said affectionately.

That didn't bother me at all. I loved the sound of it, missed it even. I
put my arm around her smiling and massaging her shoulder, it was so good to
be with her. God I loved her so much and she looked so darn good. I wasn't
into breasts, at least not the size of mom's, but she really did look
great; feminine and womanly and her back side was in good form too. Not
wide, like so many southern women. I guessed it was because she worked and
didn't sit around. Whatever the reason, she was a shapely looker and Bill
was a lucky guy.

Mom was at ease as she talked with Mike and Steve. They didn't discuss
anything that hadn't already been addressed. I was feeling nostalgic as I
stood there listening to them talk and touching her. I wanted to go home
with Mom to our shack. I guess I was missing her, that's all it could be. I
knew it was the wrong place for me, a place that was miserable, bad enough
to run away from.

Dave touched me so I looked at him. He said he was going with us though his
mother wasn't aware we were going to the Quarter. He said that mom told her
we were going to be tourists for the day so she agreed. I looked at Mike
and he gave me a nod. I was so thankful he approved I thought of doing
things to him for payment. Then I wondered if I'd ever get over thinking
about guys and dicks. Oh well, time would tell. In the meantime, I was safe
as long as no one could read my mind, hehe.


Mom said we had to leave. We were going to pick up Bill at his house on
Elysian Fields a good distance away near Lake Ponchartrain. Mom and Dave
rose and I waited for them to say their goodbyes. I was feeling so chipper
I wanted to kiss Mike and Steve goodbye but I thought better of it. I kept
my arm around my mother as we walked to the street.

Mom drove us to Bill's house in her new car. I had never experienced that
new car smell before and decided I liked it. We pulled up in the circular
driveway sounding the horn as the car came to rest. Dave and I were sitting
in the back waiting for Bill to come out and get in next to Mom. I was
paying close attention. My mom had a new boyfriend and I wanted him to be
worthy of her. I was skeptical too. He had better measure up. She deserves
nothing but the best!

Bill came out of the house and sat in the passenger seat next to mom. He
gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. Whoa, what the hell was that? It seemed
kind of forward or bold with Dave and I sitting there. He took it for
granted that it would be okay with mom too although she didn't seem to
mind. But mind or not, he kissed my mother! That took some kind of gall,
the audacious bastard.

Mom introduced us, first Dave then I. Bill made a special effort to be
friendly and smile at me saying how nice it was to finally meet me, how
much he'd heard about me blah, blah, blah. I wasn't impressed. Just because
he had a fancy house with a circular drive didn't give him the right to
kiss my mother. As an adult, you would think he would be aware of proper
etiquette and exercise a little more propriety, the nerve.

We chatted on our way to the Quarter, Bill giving mom directions as she
drove. Dave and I copped a feel every now and then. He even leaned into my
ear saying he wanted to fuck me. I smiled at him. I was ready for it, eager
in fact. With everything that was happening though, it was a bit much to
dwell on at the moment.

Bill seemed nice enough and made easy conversation. He had a hint of grey
at his sideburns. It gave him a distinguished look contrasting with his
brunette hair. I guessed Bill at about six foot two by comparison to Dave
and I. Dave was a tad taller than I at five-eleven. Bill had a small paunch
at his tummy, which wasn't unusual for someone his age, probably fortyish I
guessed. That would make him a few years older than mom.

We had a grand time walking around the Quarter, checking out different
galleries and shops. I bought a numbered print of the official Mardi Gras
poster for next year. Dave helped me select the mat and frame before I
paid. I would have to get Mike or Steve to pick it up since the Quarter was
out of bounds for both of us.

Bill was a good guide pointing out places of interest, explaining their
significance and steering us away from the tourist traps. He was well
informed and, I guessed, a history buff. The information he imparted along
with his manner of delivery kept us all interested, asking questions and
contemplating the stories behind them.

When I asked, he said his family's presence in Louisiana dated back to Jean
Lafitte and the pirates of New Orleans, then he chuckled.

"That's BS isn't it Bill?" Dave said. He gave me a confident smile, which I
returned as we followed behind them.


"Absolutely not," he insisted. "My great, great grandfather Lucien Cormier
was wanted by the Feds until the day he died for smuggling; well that's
what the Feds called it. Actually, they plundered and pillaged goods under
false pretense of the French crown in St. Dominique, which is present day
Haiti, and sold their bounty here."

His recount was a little too cozy so I said, "What's your last name Bill?"

"Cormier".

Stupid me for asking; what did I expect him to say? Come to think of it,
there could have been a surname change along the way resulting from
marriage. Oh well, round one goes to Bill! I had to laugh at myself.

"Hey," I said. "Mom's maiden name is Poirier. Her family has been here for
ages."

"That's an old Acadian name", Bill said. "I bet your mother has relatives
living in Canada somewhere, maybe the Gaspé or the Maritime Provinces
something like that. I'd bet on it."

Dave piped up saying, "My last name's Guidry. Our family has been here for
several generations too."

Bill agreed it was an old Cajun name as well, asking Dave if he knew some
of the Guidry's he did. Dave didn't but he said his father knew their
family history well. It was obvious Dave was proud of his heritage, it made
me smile and tickled to be with him.

We walked around the Quarter for almost three hours without eating, buying
the occasional beverage as we trekked about. At one point, Dave and I
looked inside a bar with open doors to see several guys kissing and
displaying affection. It didn't take a genius to figure out it was a gay
bar. We looked at each other with intrigue. Dave had a devilish grin on his
face making me smile too. We were tired from the heat and humidity not to
mention walking so Bill suggested we go eat and we all jumped on the idea.

We found mom's car on Esplanade and drove toward Lake Ponchartrain. It was
a straight shot out to the Lake. We couldn't get there fast enough as far
as Dave and I were concerned. We were ready to order two meals each we were
so starved. Dave said he hated getting so hungry because he felt like going
to sleep after he ate. Then I wondered if Dave would take a nap at the
house with me when Mom dropped us off. Hell, it didn't cost anything to
dream.

The meal was delicious and there was plenty to eat. Dave and I opted for
the buffet because it was stacked with tons of food. We piled two plates
high because they were in the process of dismantling it for dinner. It was
our good fortune that they were slow because we both went back to fill
another plate. Christ, if we moved that slow at work we would all be fired
but this worked out good, we were both glad for the slow pace.

Dave and I talked about Bill when he went to the bathroom. We both decided
aloud that we liked Bill and we did that for mom's sake. I wanted her to
know that Bill was okay in my book, he was down to earth and sincere-a good
guy. He would make an acceptable companion for mom. I didn't want to think
about lover, that was beyond any stretch of my imagination. After all,
that's my mother we're talking about.

I offered to chip in on the tab, which made Bill smile briefly then turn
serious saying,

"Thanks for the gesture but you can't pay here unless you're a member."

Having said that, he signed the tab and set it aside.

I was curious how the waiters were compensated so I asked, "How do they
figure the tips at a private club?"

"It's an automatic twenty percent and that's okay with me. I have to spend
so much a month in the bar or restaurant or get billed for the difference."

That was totally alien to me; paying for things you didn't get. Is the guy
nuts? I couldn't stand it anymore; I had to know so I said,

"What do you do for a living Bill?"

"Val!" mom said curtly. "That's not a polite question."

I rolled my eyes. Polite was one thing, I wanted to know more about the
guy. I wanted the facts. I wanted to know how he made things work for
himself. What drove him and made him get up in the morning.

"Is that question out of line Bill?" I asked politely.

He didn't hesitate, "Not at all. I'm an oil field engineer. I fly out to
the offshore rigs and inspect them to make sure things are working as
intended, as they were designed. I resolve technical problems that arise."

Dave elbowed me as if to say 'back off' but fuck him. Bill was after my
mother and I wanted to know about him and his background. I didn't care
about the money he seemed to have. I didn't want mom to be taken advantage
of either.

"Bill have you ever been married?"

"Val, that's rather personal; you shouldn't be asking things like
that. What's come over you?" Mom scolded.

"It's okay Katy, I don't mind," Bill said coolly. "I was married in my
second year of college. It didn't work out and we divorced a year after I
graduated. She remarried later and moved to Dallas with her husband. I
understand they have three children now, I'm happy for her."

That sounded reasonable enough. I also wanted to know how old he was. In
other words, was he robbing the cradle? I decided against asking. I had
enough to go on for the time being. Besides, he seemed like an okay dude
and mom liked him, I suppose I did too. There wasn't anything I could do
about it anyway. If he made her happy then that was worth something and she
needed someone to look out for her too. Lord knows I couldn't do it. I
decided to like him until there was a reason not to, mostly for mom's sake.

We thanked Bill for lunch and an interesting afternoon. Dave told him how
much he appreciated hearing his commentary as we toured the Quarter. He
said he learned more about the history of New Orleans today than he had
known in all the years he lived here.

Then he said he had to check in at home and asked if I wanted to come
over. I didn't have to think twice about that so Mom dropped us off at
Dave's house. I hugged her firmly through the driver's window and kissed
her cheek telling her that I loved her. I waved goodbye to Bill thanking
him again for a good time and said I hoped we could do it again soon.

Dave and I watched them drive off. It was kind of sad watching mom leave
with her new boyfriend. I wondered how things would turn out between them
and where I would fit into the picture if they had a future.

"I really like him," Dave said. "He's pretty cool and didn't say one word
about us. Do you think he knows?"

"I'm sure of it. Mom said he was a big support to her when I left. I'm
positive she told him everything."

"He seems pretty cool with it."

"He better be if he wants to be with mom. He doesn't have a choice."

We both chuckled at the truth of the matter. Mom definitely wouldn't
tolerate anyone saying bad or mean things about me, that's for sure.

Dave said, "C'mon let's go inside."

I was a little nervous going in Dave's house. I had only been there once
before and I didn't know his parents all that well. I still hadn't met his
sister, not that I wanted to. She's the one who outed Dave to his mother
and that spelled bitch in capital letters from where I was standing.

His mother heard the back door slam and yelled, "DAVE?"

"YEAH, IT'S ME AND VAL."

I held my breath to see what her reaction would be to my presence.  She met
us in the kitchen as we came in from the mudroom after removing our
shoes. I liked that idea, especially now that housekeeping at Steve and
Mike's was my responsibility.

"Hi Mrs. Guidry."

"Hello, how are you?"

"Fine thanks and you?"

"Good. Greg came by and called several times looking for you Dave. Are you
avoiding him?"

"No, I'll call him. Mom, we had a great time and learned a lot about the
history of New Orleans from Bill. He's Mrs. Milner's boyfriend then he took
us for lunch at the yacht club. We had a good time."

"That's nice," she said. "When are you going home Val? Is your mother going
to pick you up here?"

"I am home. I live here now."

She turned to look at me with a raunchy look on her face and the 'B' word
came to mind again. I had to be cautious not to say anything
disrespectful. She's Dave's mother and I didn't want to give her any reason
to impose further sanctions on Dave.

His mother peppered me with questions that eventually led me to disclose
that I was living with a guardian here in New Orleans. I was smart enough
not to let on that my guardian was actually two gay guys. That was all the
information I gave her. When she wouldn't ease up, I respectfully told her
that if she needed to know more, she should feel free to call Mike Harris
my attorney and legal guardian.

I smiled inwardly at my presence of mind and the way I phrased my
response. Sometimes being too smart for your own good, as Mike put it; can
work in your favor. Dave was grinning behind his mother. There was no way I
could resist joining him so I did. She turned around to see Dave smiling
which apparently grated her because she shook her head and left the room,
thank God!

"C'mon up to my room. I'll call Greg and see if he wants to come over. I
want him to meet you."

"Do you think that's a good idea considering he knows the story?"

Dave waved his hand saying, "He'll be fine" and started for the back of the
house.

I followed him. When we reached the stairs, I was surprised so I said,

"Geez, I didn't know you had two stairways in the house".

"The back stairs were the only ones the servants were allowed to use at the
time the house was built."

"Oh", I said.

Then I thought about Steve and Mike's house. Their place had a separate
residence for servants. The original owners must have had more money or
maybe they were more bigoted, either way it didn't matter. The point being
that discrimination was the rule at the time.

Dave led us to his room and flopped down on his bed. I wasn't comfortable
in his house so I sat at his desk rather than be tempted to fool around
with him on the bed. I eyed his computer and asked,

"How much did your computer cost? I want to get one for my room."

"I think it was around eight hundred not including the printer."

Damn, that was a lot of money but I was pretty sure I was going to get
one. I had more than that at home to deposit in the bank. Still, it was a
hell of a lot of money.

Dave called his best friend Greg. He was only two blocks away. Dave said he
was coming over when they hung up. Yikes! I have to meet his best friend. I
wanted to go home and be with Mike and Steve. I was sick and tired of new
situations and people I didn't know. I planned to leave shortly after Greg
got there. As far as I knew, Dave hadn't spent any time with him recently
and that would give them some time together.

The next thing that happened, we heard a door opening to the hallway. A
moment later and Dave's sister was standing at his door,

"Hey homo, is this your new boyfriend? What happened to the old one?"

We turned to regard the heifer in the doorway. She said it with a
condescending inflection and an ugly smirk. She was a succinct smart
ass-bitch. She was older too. What a cunt! A fucking cunt's cunt; that's
what she was. And she was fat too, eew. She probably stunk if you got close
enough. How could she have the same parents as Dave? Maybe she was mixed up
with Dave's real sister at the hospital when she was born. It was apparent
he had all the good genes when they were passed out.

"At least I have one. What do you want?" Dave said a little more than
annoyed. "And don't stand in one place too long, the floor can't take it."

We both burst out laughing. She was standing there with her hands on both
hips. I was thinking about the size of her drumsticks making me laugh
harder. When we settled down, she said,

"So you're admitting you're a faggot then?"

Dave ignored her question saying, "Are you on your way to the kitchen?" and
we both lost it again.

"Very funny fag boy," she said flipping Dave the bird as she left.

I wanted to ask Dave 'what was that' but I decided to tone it down some,

"I guess that was your sister".

"Yeah, that was her, Daphne. If you really want to piss her off, call her
cupcake. She hates that."

We both chuckled.

"Why is she so bitchy? I mean big girls are supposed to be nice so people
will like them. She doesn't seem to care."

"I think she's a dike but I wouldn't swear to it."

"Yeah," I said. "A real diesel dike."

That sent us into another round of laughs as we collapsed on Dave's bed.
There was a knock at the back door so Dave opened the window telling Greg
to come on up to his room. When Greg came in he went over to Dave and held
his fist up,

"Hey dude, where ya been?"

Dave bumped fists with him which I thought was kind of dumb but I guess it
was their way. Dave introduced me to Greg and he raised his fist again so I
bumped fists with him, feeling stupid as I did.

"Nice to meet ya dude," Greg said eyeing me up and down.

"Same here", I replied.

While Dave and Greg talked, I couldn't help but notice how sexy Greg
was. He had strawberry blond hair and fair lightly tanned skin. His chest,
arms and legs had a natural musculature about them with round features
including his butt. I couldn't resist checking that out, it was so pert and
cute.

He was a full head taller than Dave and I which made him seem older
although we were the same age. When I finished my survey, I decided he was
very blowable laughing silently. God I have to stop thinking about sex all
the time. Maybe once Dave fucks me it'll be out of my system, who knows,
time will tell.

Their conversation tapered off so Greg asked Dave, "So are you two guys
together or whatever?" Then he looked at me.

I wasn't sure what to say so I sat there mute at Dave's desk with my face
heating up.

Dave got up and closed the door saying, "Yeah, we are", then smiled at me.

I never could resist that smile from the first time I saw him so I had to
grin too as my face grew warmer.

Greg was quiet for a minute looking back and forth between us trying to
reconcile things in his mind. It was tense for a few moments then he said,

"Hey it's cool with me. It's going to take some getting used to though. I
never knew any gay guys before."

"You've known me most of your life," Dave reminded him.

"Yeah but this is different. I mean...I don't know. I have to think about
it some more. I just met Val and I can handle that, I haven't known him
long. But you Dave, to find out now after knowing you so long it's just
weird that's all. You think you know someone all your life then find out
you really don't know them. See what I mean?"

"Yeah, I guess I do", Dave said. "But hell I wasn't sure of myself until I
met Val. Then when I got home from vacation, I was afraid to tell you. I
had to wait until I thought the time was right."

"So do you guys like kiss and shit like that?" Greg said chuckling aloud
then turning red.

Dave looked at me and rolled his eyes smiling, "What do you think?"

Then he got up walking in my direction and kissed me! Right in front of
Greg, he kissed me! God I wanted to crawl under the bed it was so
embarrassing.

Dave turned around to face Greg saying, "You ought to try it. It's great."

Then he flopped down on the bed propping his head up with one hand staring
at Greg. Greg was speechless as he faltered shifting his weight from one
foot to the other. You didn't have to be a mind reader to know he was
nervous.

"Go ahead Greg, kiss Val. You might like it", then he stretched that big
ole grin across his face because he knew neither one of us would do it.

"I have to get going", I said as I rose to my feet. "This is getting too
weird. I'll call you later Dave."

I started walking toward the door. Dave jumped up stopping me in my
tracks. He hugged me then we kissed. Greg's presence made it awkward for a
moment then it seemed to pass. Our actions were an extension of our
feelings for each other. It seemed as natural as walking and talking; I was
surprised. I also liked the idea of someone our own age knowing how we felt
about each other. Greg was a witness to our affection. I hoped he
understood what was involved.

I had the idea that we should all go out for dinner. I had plenty of money
at the house and thought it would be fun for the three of us to go by
ourselves. It was Sunday, my day off, and I didn't have to work, so why
not? It would also give me the chance to get to know Greg better. I didn't
want to come between Dave and Greg though. That would be dumb on my part. I
did, however, want to get to know him better since he was Dave's best
friend and he seemed okay with the gay thing.

"Hey, do you guys want to go out for dinner? It's my treat."

"That would be great", Greg said. "My parents took my two sisters to visit
granny. They won't be back until later tonight."

"That's sounds good Val but I don't want you paying for all of us", Dave
said. He was halfheartedly protesting.

I knew he felt bad not having any money of his own so I said,

"It's no big deal. We aren't going to a fancy place. I would like to go
somewhere that serves crawdads and jambalaya."

"I don't want jambalaya. It's too hot for that."

"Well get whatever you want but we're going, okay?"

"I have to check with mom", Dave said.

"You check with her and I'll call Mike and Steve."

Greg wanted to know who Mike and Steve were so I asked him to wait a minute
until I finished the call.

Steve answered and I filled him in on the afternoon's events then asked him
if I could go to dinner with Dave and Greg. He thought about it for a
minute and asked when I was coming home. I told him now to clean up before
going or stay home if I couldn't go. He said it was okay to go but he
wanted to meet 'this Greg' before I started running around with a bunch of
people they didn't know.

We hung up and I told Greg I was good to go giving him the conditions. I
gave him a quick dissertation of my home situation and he said he was
meeting more gay people today than he had in his life. We both chuckled at
his observation as we waited for Dave.

Dave returned with his father causing both of us to straighten up.

"Where are you boys going for dinner?" He was looking at me.

Why I don't know, but he was staring me down and I felt the need to
respond.

"We haven't decided," I said timidly. "I was hoping we could go somewhere
that served crawdads and jambalaya", and that was the truth as far as I had
thought it through.

"What are you using for money?"

Well that was stupid. What does anyone use for money? And he's a surgeon on
top of that, go figure! I knew this wasn't the time to be a smart-ass but
cut me some slack. It was definitely a dumb question.

"I was going to treat with the money I earned at work. Remember I'm a
waiter? Today is my day off so we thought it would be fun to go out for
dinner. You know something different, just the three of us."

"Oh sorry, I forgot you work for your money unlike a couple guys who will
remain unnamed," he said then turned to look at his son and Greg.

Dave was standing there with a goofy look on his face unable to respond. If
it weren't for his father making the observation, I was sure he would have
something to say. It made me giggle to see the ambivalence of his thoughts
and actions.

Greg broke the silence after a few moments, "Can Dave go to dinner with us
Mr. Guidry?"

He turned to Greg, "He can go as long as he's home by ten."

Greg thanked Dave's father as he left the room. Dave took a shower while
Greg went home to clean up and change. I reclined on Dave's bed with my
hands behind my head waiting for Dave. A few minutes later and I was sawing
logs.

Dave woke me up when he came back. I was wishing I hadn't opened my big
mouth about going to dinner, I was tired and more than happy to sit home
and relax. Maybe a quick shower would snap me out of it.

We made our way to Greg's house. As we walked up the driveway, he came
around from the back of the house.

The three of us walked the block to the streetcar line. On the streetcar, I
noticed Greg playing a game on his cell phone so I handed him my phone
asking him to program his number into it. Then he entered my number on his.

At Mike and Steve's, we let ourselves in the gate and went around to the
back door. Mike and Steve were in the spa, so we walked over to introduce
Greg.

"You guys are going to get water-logged with all the time you spend in that
thing," I said. "Greg this is Steve and his other half Mike", I said
indicating who was who.


They shook hands politely, exchanging pleasantries. When they finished, I
excused myself saying I was going to clean up and be back shortly. I spoke
softly to Dave before I left,

"Ask them to suggest some restaurants in the area that aren't too fancy",
then I gave him a peck on the cheek and left.

He turned around and yelled at me, "DO YOU WANT CRAWDADS?"

"I DON'T CARE. IT'S NO BIG DEAL, WHATEVER YOU DECIDE."

As it turned out, we went to a small place in the neighborhood down
Magazine Street that Mike and Steve suggested. They said it was noted
locally for having good food at reasonable prices with good
air-conditioning. The fact that it was gay owned and within walking
distance was enough to sway Dave and I. Steve said the owner's were friends
of theirs.

We enjoyed our time together and I began to like Greg, he was easy going
with a good sense of humor much like Dave but more animated. The more we
talked the more comfortable we grew in each other's company. I was glad
because I didn't want to force Dave to decide between his best friend and
me if we didn't hit it off.

Greg was a sports nut playing on his schools baseball team. After checking
him out in Dave's bedroom, I could see why he might be good. He had the
physique of an athlete and the good fortune to be attractive as well. He
didn't turn me on like Dave but he was very easy on the eyes. I guess some
people have all the luck.

I thought I would give them time alone so I said,

"I'll be right back. I'm going to the bathroom."

I took more time than necessary so they could talk. When I finished in the
bathroom, I detoured toward the kitchen. Our waiter came into the dining
room and seeing me asked,

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, great. Are you one of the owners?"

He eyed me suspiciously then said, "Yes I am. Is something wrong?"

"No", I said. "I live with Steve Brown and Mike Harris and they suggested
we come here to eat. We're glad we did. We like the place. You can count on
us coming back."

"My name is Jerry," he said extending his hand.

"I'm Val. Nice to meet you."

I shook his hand and he invited me into the kitchen to meet his partner
Mark. We chatted for a few minutes about the restaurant and I told them
where I worked. They were impressed cautioning me about Roger Blackwell,
the manager. They said he didn't have the best reputation so be careful.

I thanked them then excused myself saying I was being rude and had to get
back to my friends.

As I approached our table, Greg saw me and stopped talking. I pretended not
to notice; although it bothered me. I was sure Dave would fill me in when
we were alone.

"Are you guys ready to go?" I asked.

"I guess so", was Greg's reply sounding down in the dumps for some reason.

I turned the tab over to see the damage then left the cash to cover it
along with a generous tip. As we left, I waved goodbye to Jerry. He smiled
and waved back.

There was very little conversation as we walked back to Mike and Steve's
place. I couldn't help but think I was in the way or maybe the cause of
some of it. I felt awkward and unsure of what to say so I kept my lip
zipped. I made a couple attempts at idle talk about the meal and the
pleasant evening but it went nowhere.

When the house was near I asked, "Are you guys going home?" I wanted to
give them an out to spend time together if they wanted it.

"No", Dave said. "We're coming in. We have something to discuss."

That was encouraging; at least I wasn't being omitted, not yet anyway. But
what could it be? I didn't much care, I was tired as hell and wanted to hit
the sack early. I resolved to hang in there for Dave and Greg, whatever the
problem may be.

We went in the back door, kicked our shoes off and Dave said,

"Can we go to your room?"

"Yeah, you guys go ahead. I'm gonna let Mike and Steve know we're back."

They were watching TV in the library arm in arm on the sofa. Mike was
against the armrest on his side so I sat next to Steve and leaned into him
taking his hand and intertwining our fingers.

"Are you okay Val?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, there's some shit going on between Dave and Greg. They're best
friends in case they didn't tell you. I feel like a fifth wheel right now
and I'm tired. It's been a long day."

"Watch your language sport", Mike said.

"Sorry Mike. The restaurant was great. I met Jerry and Mark, they seem real
nice. And the food was excellent! My crawdads were meaty and juicy, just
the way I like 'em. I would have put Dave on them instead of Tabasco Sauce
if Greg wasn't there."

They both laughed then Mike said, "What's wrong?"

"There seems to be a problem between Dave and Greg. They're best friends
but I can't help thinking it's because of me. I asked them if they wanted
to go home and they said no. They're upstairs now talking."

I snuggled closer to Steve lifting his arm over my shoulder. It felt good
and comforting then I thought about his crotch and envisioned what I saw on
the pier in Buras when I looked up his shorts. Why can't I stop thinking
about sex?

"What's wrong Val? Is something bothering you?" Steve wanted to know.

"No I'm fine, just tired. I'm going upstairs to see what's going on."

I kissed Steve on the cheek, stood up and left.

The door to my room was closed so I knocked to announce myself.

"Come in" Dave said.

I went in to find them sitting on the bed; Greg's eyes were red. It was
obvious he was upset. I sat at the desk waiting for some direction from
Dave. He had his arm around Greg comforting him. 'Shit, now what?'

"Do you guys want me to go back downstairs for a while?"

"No" Dave said. "Can Mike and Steve come up here?"

"I'm sure they can or we can go down there. What's going on?"

Dave said, "Greg has to talk to them. He has a problem." Dave hesitated,
squeezed Greg with his arm and said, "Greg needs to talk to them. Is that
okay?"

"Of course", I said. "Greg is this about us being gay?"

Dave looked at me nodding his head. Now I was confused and tired. It had
been a long day so I said,

"I'll go downstairs and send them up."

In the library, I told Mike and Steve they were needed upstairs. I couldn't
answer why when they asked, all I could do was tell them what I knew. After
they left, I lie on the sofa wondering if they were going to get tired of
me and all the crap I brought into their lives. Surely, there was a point
where they would become fed up and pull the plug in search of some
semblance of order.

I had no idea how long I had been asleep when Mike shook my shoulder. I
opened my eyes slowly to see him bent over, his face in front of mine. As I
slowly rose he said,

"C'mon sport, time for bed."

"Where's Dave and Greg?"

"They went home a while ago. Dave kissed you goodnight on the forehead; he
didn't want to wake you."

I wanted to ask him what happened up in my room but I was too tired. All I
could think about was getting into bed and passing out for the night.

The next morning I was awake before Mike and Steve so I made coffee and
waited for them to get up. Mike was the first to come down.


"Good morning", he said on his way to the coffee pot. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah, I think I passed out as soon as I hit the pillow. How `bout you?"

He sat down across the table and blew into his coffee to cool it down then
took a sip. As he set his cup down, he cleared his throat,

"There's a bit of a problem."

All I could think of was him getting sick and tired of the grief I caused
him. When was he going to call it quits and boot me out?

"What is it Mike?" I really didn't want to know but Mike isn't the kind of
guy you ignore and get away with it.

"It's Greg. Last night he said he loved Dave like a brother and felt sorry
for him because he was gay", he paused blowing into his coffee and took a
sip. Then he continued, "Steve and I tried to explain that if he was a true
friend he shouldn't feel pity, he should be supportive. I think Greg has
bigger issues with the gay thing than he cares to admit. Personally, when I
find someone that young and so opposed to gays I think they have issues
with their own sexuality."

"Really?" I said. "Do you think Greg is gay?"

"I didn't say that. It's not unusual to be confused at your age. Greg may
have feelings along those lines, which doesn't preclude him being gay or
bisexual for that matter. If he is then he may not like the idea of being
gay with all the social implications that come with. On the other hand, it
may be nothing more than a passing fancy, something to try in a daring or
curious kind of way. It's not unheard of for boys your age to experiment."

"You're kidding", was all I could come up with.

I was suddenly overcome with panic as I imagined Greg wanting to be with
Dave. What the hell is going on? Is this some kind of sick gay love
triangle? Am I going to come out on the short end? My worst fear in the
world seemed to be staring me in the face as the realization that I might
not be with Dave began to take shape.

"Mike, I don't know what to say. I'm kind of worried if you know what I
mean."

The thought was scary and a very real possibility. What could I do? I stood
up and turned in a circle facing Mike again when I stopped.

"Mike", I said and couldn't find any more words.

He got up and came around the table to hug me. I grabbed him and held on
for dear life. His arms were strong and his body solid. As he held me
tight, I rested my head on his chest while he rubbed my back.

"Mike what am I going to do?"

"Everything is going to be fine. Nothing's changed between you and Dave,
right?"


"I don't know. What if he decides he wants to be with Greg instead of me?
They've known each other like their whole lives type thing. And Greg's
family has money the same as Dave's. He's not poor and skinny like me. And
he doesn't have to work so they have time to be together..."

Mike cut me off, "Hey sport slow down. You're getting way ahead of
yourself", he pushed me back so we could look at each other. "Relax. People
don't fall in and out of love overnight. Talk it over with Dave. I'm sure
he feels the same about you today as he did yesterday. You're not skinny
either, you'll fill out when you stop growing. Besides, if he's going
solely on looks, Greg doesn't stand a chance." He gave me a quick squeeze
and released me.

"Now get some breakfast in you. I have to get ready for work." Then he
turned to go.

"Mike?" I said slowly.

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry for all the aggravation I've caused you and Steve."

He smiled then said, "I expect to see the lawn cut and the house clean when
I get home from work", then he left the room.

It was his way of saying everything was okay. It made me feel a little
better but it didn't erase the fear and worry of the Greg scenario. I
couldn't help but visualize them together with me standing idly by. It
wasn't a pretty picture.

I toasted some bagels leaving them on the counter then went out to the
garage to start cutting the grass. A while later and the backyard was
done. I couldn't stand it any longer. I went inside to call Dave.

I lie on my bed looking at my phone wondering if I should call. If I did,
what would I say? Something like, 'Hi Dave, do you still love me'? That
sounded dumb so I rolled over on my stomach with my face buried in the
pillow. I spread my legs and imagined Dave on top screwing me. I pushed my
ass a little higher as if to offer it to him and started jerking off.

I never did call Dave. I finished the yard and housework, cleaned myself up
and left for work. I decided not to stop at Dave's house opting to go to
the bank instead.

It was a slow night at work being a Monday. I barely cleared eighty
dollars. Rob was in a talkative mood because we were on the slow side but I
wasn't in to it, my mind was elsewhere.

On the ride home, Rob got me to spill the beans and he thought I was
jumping to conclusions too. I thought it was nice of him to say that but it
didn't ease my mind. Today was the first day since I've been here that I
didn't talk to Dave. Needless to say, it was unsettling.

When I got to my room, I stripped down to my underwear. I noticed Mike and
Steve left their door open so I decided to rap lightly to see if they were
awake. The sound was nearly inaudible; they would have to be awake to hear
it. They must have been sleeping because there was no sign of movement so I
went back to my room and lie on the bed with the light dimmed.

I thought about getting a beer from the fridge then thought better of it. I
couldn't get the idea of Dave and Greg being together out of my mind. It
was driving me crazy. I didn't know what to do. It seemed like forever but
eventually I fell asleep.

The next morning, Mike and Steve were busy going through their routine when
I made my way to the kitchen. I poured a coffee then sat at the table
feeling lonely and alone. I didn't talk to Dave once yesterday and he
didn't call. That wasn't good.

Was this the beginning of the end? I couldn't help feeling like an old pair
of sneakers being discarded in favor of something new and fresh. It was a
depressing thought, one that was starting to become painfully real.

"Good morning sport" Mike said cheerfully as he entered the kitchen.

"What's good about it?" I mumbled looking down at the table.

"What's wrong? Did you have a bad day at work?"

"No. It's Dave" I said low and soft. "I think he's trading me in for
something better."

Mike sat down at the table as Steve walked in looking like a million
bucks. He was wearing a sport coat and tie, which he rarely did.

"You look nice today Steve" I commented as my eyes followed him.

Then I sighed placing my elbow on the table and resting my head in my hand.

Mike cleared his throat in typical Mike fashion before he began speaking,

"Spill the beans young man", he said matter-of-factly.

I looked at him then back at the table, "Like I said Mike, I've been traded
in for a newer model. Something flashy and sexier, you know, more
appealing."

"Tell us what happened Val," Steve said as he sat down.

I took a deep breath then began, "That's just it Steve, nothing
happened. He didn't call or come over at all yesterday. That's the first
day since I've been here that we didn't talk or see each other. He's
probably going at it right now with Greg."

Mike laughed then I looked at him and my body hiccupped with a chuckle.

"Well it's true Mike. Why else would he be avoiding me? I'm not diseased or
anything and poverty isn't contagious," that made him laugh again.

"God you have an overactive imagination," Mike said shaking his head.

"Why don't you stop feeling sorry for yourself and call him. There has to
be a reasonable explanation. He might be thinking the same thing. Did you
call him?"

I shook my head.


"Well call him," Steve said. "Until you do this is nothing but conjecture,
just guesswork", he patted my shoulder as he stood up, "I have to get
going. I have a meeting first thing this morning." He leaned over and
kissed Mike goodbye.

"I have to get moving too," Mike said rising from his chair. "Call me at
work after you talk to him okay sport?"

"Okay Mike. Have a good day", I said then lowered my chin to my palm.

I watched him back out of the garage and leave. I was alone again after all
the crap I went through. There I was sitting in Mike and Steve's kitchen in
New Orleans alone and miles from mom with no friends. God I have a fucked
up life if you could call it that.

I decided to shower and get out of the house. I needed something to occupy
my thoughts. Before I started my routine, I plopped down on the bed
wallowing in self-pity. I thought I deserved that much. My eyes started to
get teary so I took a shower trying to wash away the rejection and
disappointment.

I straightened up Mike and Steve's room then the library. I looked at the
computer reminding myself of the links Mike said he sent me. I flipped the
computer the bird having no use for them now. I left the house walking
toward the streetcar line on St. Charles. I had no idea where I was going.

I boarded the one heading downtown and rode it to the end. I knew Steve's
office was in a converted old building on Poydras Street so I started
walking in that direction.

The sidewalks were busy with pedestrians of all sorts. The smell of the
city was very different from uptown. It had the stale smell of vehicle
exhaust and a lot more traffic noise. Everyone seemed to be in such a hurry
to get God knows where. The people on the street were actually rude. They
bumped into you and walked head-on causing you to side step them. A few
blocks later and the building housing Steve's firm stood on the opposite
side of the street.

When I entered the building, there was a large clerestory foyer capped with
a huge skylight. Exposed brick comprised the exterior walls while glass
partitions demised the offices and hallways rising three or four floors. It
was hard to tell from the ground level looking up. The sunlight illuminated
the core of the building providing an uplifting sensation. The daylight
caused the glass to have a green tint. It was magnificent.

"May I help you?" a nice looking woman asked behind the reception desk. Her
voice was soft and sweet as she spoke.

I approached her saying, "Is Steve Brown in?"

"Yes, whom shall I say is here?"

"Val Milner" I told her. "If he's busy that's okay. I can come back."

I had a rush of guilt overcome me. I had his home life turned inside out
and now I was showing up at work. So I quickly said to the receptionist,


"Forget it Miss. I don't want to bother him. I'll call him later" then
turned and left.

I felt stupid as I retraced my steps toward the streetcar. What was I
thinking? Steve had more important things to do at work than talk to me.

As I waited for the streetcar, my phone started ringing. The caller id
indicated Steve's firm so I answered,

"Hello?"

"Val? Where are you?"

"I'm waiting for the streetcar to go home."

"Is everything okay? The receptionist said you asked for me then changed
your mind."

"Everything's fine Steve. I didn't want to bother you at work."

"Did you call Dave?"

"No not yet."

"Well call him then call me okay?"

"Yeah, I'll call him when I get to the house."

We said goodbye and hung up.

I made it to the house and lie on the sofa in the living room. I didn't
know what to do with myself. The house and yard were in order and I had a
few hours before thinking about work. I decided to hit the spa and take in
some sun for a while. I was the only one home so I opted to go naked taking
a towel from the closet next to the back door. I opened the pump house door
behind the guest quarters and flipped the switch. I stripped next to the
spa and lowered myself in.

I slid under water to wet my head then relaxed with my arms stretched out
on the rim. It was the first time I ever used it and I began to understand
why Mike and Steve spent so much time there. I lowered my head onto the
stone rim allowing the rest of my body to float to the surface. I closed my
eyes enjoying the excited water and warm sun. A short while later my phone
started ringing. I floated over to my clothes but wasn't fast enough, the
call went into voice mail.

I looked at the caller id, it was Dave's number. I decided to check voice
mail rather than call him. In his message, he asked where I'd been. He said
he was over a while ago and no one was home. That was true enough then he
asked me to call him. I deleted the message and hung up with a sigh. I
guess it was time to face the music. Good, bad or otherwise it was time to
get it over with so I dialed his number.

Two rings and Dave picked up the phone,

"Hello."

"Hi Dave how goes it?" I said apprehensively.


"Where the hell have you been? Why didn't you stop on your way to work
yesterday? Are you mad at me?" he almost sounded frantic with his rapid
fire questioning.

"No. I thought you wanted to spend time with Greg. Are you seeing him now?"
I winced as I waited for his answer. The time of reckoning was at hand.

"Are you serious? You think I'm seeing Greg now? That's crazy! Where did
you get that idea?"

I was choked for words for a few moments. I couldn't believe what I was
hearing. Did I really have it all wrong?

"Val are you there?"

"Yeah I'm here" I said slowly. "Mike and Steve told me that Greg said he
loved you the other night. I thought you two were together now. You know,
like we used to be."

"You dummy. We still are", then he lowered his voice. "I love you in case
you forgot. I'm coming over now. I'll see you in a few minutes."

We said goodbye then I punched the off button. I felt like I awoke from a
bad dream. Dave still cared for me and wanted to be with me. That was
fantastic. But what about Greg? He loved Dave and I'm sure wanted something
more than friendship after hearing Mike's take on things. It sounded like
Greg was a closet case. I'm sure Greg resented me if he loved Dave. How was
that going to work? It didn't sound like Greg and I were going to be
friends anytime soon. I decided to stop thinking about it. I was growing
number by the minute.

It wasn't much longer and Dave came bounding into the backyard. Geez, it
was great to see him. He knelt behind me bending over and kissed me. I was
in Shangri la as his tongue invaded my mouth and more than happy to
accommodate him.

When we broke I said, "Take your clothes off and get in".

He shed his threads in record time and hopped in positioning himself
between my legs kissing and feeling anywhere and everywhere he could. I
felt his hard dick against mine and thrust my pelvis into him. He backed
away placing his stiff dick between my legs and began to rub it between my
thighs and the underside of my ass.

He changed his angle of attack by lowering his body so the head of his
hard-on was massaging my hole. He was as close to fucking me as he could
get without putting it in.

I spread my legs allowing him to continue his probing. My dick got so hard
and long it felt like a baseball bat, ready to pop like a roman candle. I
squeezed him hard with my arms and legs to slow him down.

Things were getting a little too hot and heavy. I didn't want to take it up
the ass for the first time in the spa either. I wanted our first time to be
tender rather than crude and lustful. Though Dave's animal instincts were
intoxicating!

Eventually he calmed down and we held each other neither one of us feeling
the need to speak. I lowered my head to the small of his neck and kissed
it. Then I lay my head on his shoulder and held him savoring the physical
contact.

"I love you" he whispered softly in my ear.

"I love you too," I said just as tenderly meaning it now more than ever.

Dave eased his hold and made himself comfortable sitting next to me. I
looked into his warm brown eyes with the long lashes and kissed his mouth
with one hand behind his head. God I loved this guy more than life itself
if that were possible.

He returned my kiss placing his lips over my mouth and drawing it in as he
kissed. It felt great like giant fish lips over mine. I smiled at the
thought. Then he put his arm around me with his armpit hair tickling my
shoulder. It made we quiver in a titillating sort of way.

"So where did you get the crazy idea I was seeing Greg?"

I took a deep breath then exhaled before I began, "The next morning Mike
told me what you guys talked about in my room. He said that Greg confessed
to loving you.", then I paused for a moment to collect my thoughts. "When
you didn't call or come over yesterday, I thought you wanted to be with
him. I was miserable. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die."

Dave shook his head and waved his hand, "That's true but Greg doesn't love
me romantically. He loves me like a brother. He's having trouble with me
being gay and having me as a friend."

"Do you think he's gay or maybe curious?" I asked remembering Mike's
commentary.

Dave was quiet for a moment before he responded, "I thought he wanted to
mess around once when we were in his room. No one was home at the time. I
waited for him to make a move but he never did. That was around Christmas
last year right about the time I was starting to think I might be gay. Well
actually I was pretty sure but it was more like admitting it to myself than
anything."

He smiled at me, "It's you I love", then he kissed my cheek.

That made things all better. It felt wonderful. All the ominous thoughts I
harbored for the last day or so were gone. We had a clean slate again, I
was thankful for that.

We decided to have lunch so we dried ourselves and dressed. I turned the
spa off and we went to the kitchen. Dave started making lunch while I went
to the library to call Steve. The receptionist said he was at lunch so I
called his cell phone. The call went to voice mail so I left him a message
saying everything was fine and I would give him the details later. I left
the same message for Mike. He was out to lunch too.

After I hung up I began to think. In two weeks it would be Independence
Day, the fourth of July. I decided to call mom and see if it would be a
good time to visit assuming I could get the green light at work. She was
away from her desk probably at lunch so I left a message.


In the kitchen, Dave had our places set so we sat down to eat. A bite or
two later and Steve came through the back door.

"Hi Steve, I just called you", I said surprised to see him. "Do you want a
sandwich?"

"I know. I was around the corner so I let it go to voice mail. Hi Dave how
are you guys?" he said looking at the two of us for some kind of sign.

"Good" Dave said smiling. "Couldn't be better, you want me to make you a
sandwich?"

"No thanks, I came home to pick up some papers I forgot this morning."

I knew that was a white lie. It was, however, nice that he was concerned
enough to come by and check on me. I was sure that's what he was doing. He
went to the library to gather something so his alibi would be complete.

On his way out, he patted the back of my shoulder telling the two of us to
stay out of trouble then he was gone.

That was real nice of him. I was beginning to feel like a nuisance. I
resolved to think things through the next time before I bothered them with
my problems.

Dave was in a good mood and cheery as could be. Actually, it was his nature
but he seemed more lively than usual.

"Dave?"

"What up?"

"I was thinking. Do you feel like going to visit mom in two weeks? That's
the fourth of July weekend."

Dave was quiet for a bit then said, "Mom and Dad are planning to take the
boat to Buras then Grand Isle. They want to see that house again. I was
going to ask if you and Greg wanted to go. That is if it's okay with the
she-devil and Dad", then he laughed.

"You mean your sister is going?" I couldn't resist.

He liked that judging from the grin on his face. He shook his head saying,

"No not that one, do you think you could come with us?" he asked
plaintively.

"I have to get clearance at work but I would like to go. What about Greg?
How's that gonna work?"

That was a big question in my mind. As big as their boat was, it only had
two staterooms meaning the kids sleep together, that being me, Dave and
Greg. I hoped Dave wasn't moving toward some kind of ménage à trios. There
was no way I was signing on for that.

"We should find him a boyfriend," he said chuckling. "I'm just kidding."

"Yeah right," I said. It wasn't all that funny to me after what I went
through. "Well okay. Let's see what happens. I have to wait to hear from
mom and ask permission at work. We'll see how it goes. I would really like
to see mom again and I'm sure Mike and Steve would appreciate a quiet
weekend alone."

Dave agreed. We decided to go for a bike ride in Audubon Park riding along
the river road until I had to go to work.

I was planning to use Steve's bike in the garage so Dave took off for home
to get his bike. I cleaned up and packed my things for work.

I left a note on the table about the bike and left for Dave's house. I
parked the bike inside the gate by the garage and knocked on the back
door. Dave opened his bedroom window and told me to come up so I did. Greg
was in Dave's room, which surprised me. I wasn't expecting that.

"Hi Greg, how goes it?" I said trying to arrest the conversation in case
they were discussing something they didn't want me privy to.

He looked up saying, "Good! Can I go biking with you guys?" He had a
pleading look on his face.

"Of course! Dude, you're Dave's best friend. You're always welcome," I said
cringing inwardly. I was going to have to get used to him being around,
that seemed to be a given. It wasn't that I didn't like him, I felt
threatened by him like he was trying to take Dave from me. Maybe it was
unfounded but that's the way I felt.

Then I had a wave of guilt sweep over me. Why was I being so cagey? Was it
because of Dave and Greg's many years of friendship? A history Dave and I
didn't have. It made me feel insecure. Damn I hate this more than
anything. Why can't things be simple and easy?

"Are you guys ready to ride?" I said tired of my self-induced drama.

"Yeah, let's go" Dave said.

"Saddle up. I'll meet you guys out front", I turned and left Dave's room.

We rode to Audubon Park along the river stopping on the levy periodically
to take in the sights. The barges and freighters moved slowly, some of them
guided by tugs. There was no breeze and the river smelled especially
onerous under the hot sun. After all, it drained most of the Midwest east
of the Rockies. There was no such thing as cool clear water at this
point. Maybe at the headwaters in Minnesota and Wisconsin but not here, it
was nothing short of polluted and the odor was proof positive.

Dave slowed down hopping off his bike in the park so Greg and I followed
his lead. We sat under an old Live Oak tree with branches larger than the
trunks of most others. Dave was in good spirits but I was still feeling
edgy. I couldn't get over the idea of Dave and Greg being together. I was
the newcomer to their relationship, the intruder. Dave wanted to include
Greg. I wanted to be with Dave. Where was this going? I didn't know and was
tired of thinking about it.

It was getting late so I stood saying I had to go to work. I looked around
to see if anyone was looking then kissed Dave on the cheek and said goodbye
to Greg.

There wasn't time to go home and catch the streetcar back so I rode Steve's
bike to work. I chained the bike to the dumpster behind the restaurant and
went inside.

The night was busy, I made a lot of money, more than usual. I didn't have
time to think about Dave and Greg until it was time to go home. I finished
before Rob and he asked me to wait for him. I said I was riding my bike
home and he informed me I could take it on the streetcar. He said it was
against the rules but at that time of night, it wouldn't be a problem. So I
waited for him.

We rode the streetcar together chatting about many things. Then he asked,

"So how are things between you and Dave?" he sounded a little too hopeful
that they weren't good. At least I interpreted it that way.

"We're doing fine. I was the one that read too much into things like Mike
and Steve said. We spent the day together with Greg and had a good time."

As soon as I finished I cringed inwardly. I was sure my temporary lapse of
cognizance was going to bring a new volley of questions. So I sat there
waiting. When it didn't happen I said,

"What do you know about Roger?" I remembered Jerry and Mark warning me
about him.

Rob gave me a funny look and asked, "Why do you ask?"

"Well, "I started hesitantly, "Some friends of Mike and Steve's cautioned
me about him without being specific. I wondered if you knew anything."

Then he wanted to know who Mike and Steve were. I had to come up with
something fast. If I were truthful, it would be the same as admitting I was
under eighteen. Not good, being that I lied about my age at work backing it
up with the false id.

I didn't want to blow my cover either in the outside chance that Rob might
rat me out for whatever reason. So I told him they were my landlords and I
was renting the servants quarters behind their house.

Rob said he was under the impression I lived with my parents. I told him
no. I said I didn't feel like explaining the whole thing the last time we
talked about it. He seemed to buy it.

"So what do you know about Roger?" I reiterated.

"There were some rumors going around a while ago about him being into
boys. He was in some trouble along those lines but was apparently able to
skirt the issue. That's all I know and like I said; it's all here say."

"Oh" was all I said digesting the juicy tidbit.

My stop was next so I pulled the cord to alert the driver that someone
wanted off. I stood up and took Steve's bike by the handlebars.

"Sure you don't want to come by my place for a while?" Rob said with a
grin. He was teasing more than anything.

"I'm sure," I said trying to look disgusted.

We had a mutual chuckle then bid each other good night.



To Be Continued.



A special thanks to Wayne for his help and guidance. His ideas and comments
are greatly appreciated by me and, I'm sure, the readers. I'm confident his
suggestions and insights enhance the reading experience. Thank you Wayne
again.