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Nico and Gordy's Crazy 8 Club Adventures
Part #8
By: Paul S. Stevens
Chapter #60
Political Winds of Change
Robert called everyone together and we gathered around, taking our seats on the couches. The official Presidential Inauguration Ceremony we had been dreading for weeks had finally arrived. A wave of chaotic emotions inundated the room and permeated the very air we were breathing.
"I hereby call today's special session of the Crazy 8 Club to come to order," Robert announced. "As you all know by now, yours truly will be turning eighteen years old this Wednesday, and as an Eighteen year old, I will be `aging-out' of the club. Therefore, the order of business for today's meeting is to elect a new representative to take over the duties and responsibilities of the office of President which I now leave vacant. I will be passing the torch to the next generation of officers that will serve our beloved club and lead you all into what I hope will be, a long and prosperous future. I now open the floor to hear nominations."
Everyone on the floor began fidgeting and squirming in their seats and finally, a hand was raised.
"The floor recognizes
Brother
"I nominate Brother Wade," he said proudly.
"Do I hear a second nomination for Brother Wade?" Robert asked. Another hand was raised.
"The floor recognizes Brother Christopher," Robert said.
"I second the motion, he said.
"The motion is carried," Robert said. "Do I hear any nominations for a second candidate?" Another hand was raised.
"The floor recognizes Brother Doug," Robert acknowledged.
"I nominate Brother Gordy," he said.
"Do I hear a second nomination for Brother Gordy?" Robert asked. I looked around to see who else was going to second the motion for Gordy and after a couple of seconds, no one responded. That's when I raised my hand.
"The floor recognizes Brother Nico," Robert said.
"I second the motion, I said.
"The motion is carried," Robert said. "Do I hear any nominations for a third candidate?" No other hands were raised. After an appropriate amount of time passed, the window of opportunity to nominate a third candidate drew to a close.
"The nominations for President have now officially closed," Robert indicated. "We have two Presidential Candidates, Brother Wade and Brother Gordy. I'll be passing out the ballets in a moment for you to cast your votes for the Presidency.
"Robert," Wade interrupted. "There will be no need to pass out any ballots!"
"What do you mean?" Robert asked in a quizzical voice.
"I concede the nomination to Brother Gordy," he announced.
The room gasped and then fell silent.
"Are you sure about that Wade," Robert cautiously asked.
"Positive," Wade responded.
"Well then," Robert asserted. "It's now official. Wade concedes to Gordy." Another hand was raised.
"The floor recognizes Brother Trent," Robert said.
"Excuse me," he began. "I've been taking Political Science this year and I'm pretty sure we still need to hold elections by filling out the ballots."
"Wade has conceded," Robert reiterated. "What's the point?"
"When voting, voters can write-in a candidate. There is also the process of election by acclamation. The outcome can still change."
Robert answered
Robert then addressed the floor. "To be fair, is there anyone planning to `write -in' a candidate or is there anyone who wants to challenge Gordy for the nomination by acclamation?"
Again, an appropriate amount of time had past and no one challenged the standing.
"Since there are no
objections, I declare Gordon Elliott the new President of the Pythagoras
chapter of the International Crazy 8 Clubs of
"Gordy, please come up and give us your acceptance speech," Robert grinned and then leaned in to whisper into Gordy's ear, "ready or not, this is it!"
The club collective applauded Gordy and started chanting.
"Speech, Speech, Speech..."
"My God, I don't know what to say," Gordy began. "First, I'd like to thank you for this opportunity to serve you as President. It's going to be a difficult road to live up to the standards set fourth by my predecessor Robert. Nevertheless, I promise to be the very best President I can be with a little help from my friends."
The crowd applauded to show their support. Once the audience settled down, Gordy continued.
"At this time, I would like to announce my cabinet choices. Wade, if you would consider staying on and continue to serve as Vice President and help guide me along as much as you could, I'd appreciate it."
Wade gave me an affirmative nod and smiled. Then Gordy continued.
"Nico, you will be taking
over my old post as Club Treasurer.
The Club laughed and than cheered for their new President. Robert and Gordy shook hands and then hugged each other as Robert symbolically relinquished command over to Gordy.
Chapter #61
The Voice of Reason
Once all the commotion died down, Robert addressed the Club attendees one last time as he graciously delivered his farewell speech.
"Thank you everyone," he said, clearing his voice. "I would like to take this opportunity to thank all of you for giving me the best five years of my life. From the time I was inducted into this crazy club at the age of thirteen, I have enjoyed the club's many benefits. The last two years of that time, I spent structuring the club into what it is today. I helped build up our membership, I've expanded our bank account and I've sponsored more special events than any other chapter in the state. I've watched and witnessed so many of you grow from average little boys to fine young men. I am flattered to know that many of you attribute your success to me. I do know that I have been at least partially responsible for the inspiration and influence I've had on you but I must give credit where credit is due. The hard work and determination came from within each one of you and your amazing transformations were within you all along. I am proud to be able to call each one of you my friend and you in turn, have enriched my life beyond any words could express. I love all of you and I will miss you deeply."
Robert started to loose his composure and he paused a moment to regain control of himself. Once he felt he had the upper hand, he continued.
"Now, having said that, I need to remind you of our club rules regarding `age-outs'. You cannot contact me in any way. If we see each other out and about, we can cordially wave or say hello in passing, nothing more. Once you turn eighteen and have aged-out yourself and you still feel the desire to contact me, you can look me up then. Otherwise, it is strictly against the rules to have any physical contact between us. Any attempt to do so will be painful for both of us and put us both at risk. Our mutual desires to resume sexual relations with one another are too great and one or both of us might not be strong enough to resist it. If that should happen, I could be found guilty of Statutory Rape and spend time in jail for it. I will still be around until Wednesday if anyone needs me for anything. After that, the club rules for `age-outs' officially begins."
The expression on everybody's faces was sour and unhappy, especially on Skeeter and Desi. Robert had made it clear that he intended to follow the club rules to the letter. As much as Skeeter and Desi may have objected, they both knew this was for the best and there were good reasons why the rules had been set up in this way. They all agreed not to put Robert through that kind of pain.
"I wish you all good luck in the future," Robert concluded. "All of you will be in my thoughts as I say my last `Goodbye'. This concludes today's meeting. Go in peace and may you all keep a smile on your face and a song in your heart!"
The group slowly disbanded and a few of the Elders remained to see that everything was put away, cleaned up and prepared to return custody to the Realtor who was due to pick up the key in about ten minutes.
While that was happening Gordy and I went over to speak with Wade.
"What the hell was that all about?" Gordy asked Wade in an almost confrontational tone.
"What do you mean?" Wade answered.
"Why did you concede?" I asked Wade trying to be more direct and soften Gordy's harsh remark.
"Why didn't you warn me you were going to do that?" Gordy asked.
"I didn't know myself until it happened," Wade confessed. "I didn't know who was going to get nominated. I wouldn't have done it if it were anybody else. The circumstances were just right. The fact that we were the only two candidates, allowed me the opportunity. Honestly, it couldn't have gone any better."
"What the hell are you talking about?" I said a bit confused. He ignored me and turned to address Gordy again.
"I mean, by conceding to you, I could remain in the same post as Vice President and be perfectly situated to guide you through the initial stages of adapting to the Presidency. The first few months of being a new President can be quite brutal and demanding. I'm going to be `aging-out' myself in less than two months. I could be more useful to you and to the club by helping you become a great President with the time I have left rather than become President myself. If I became President, it would have been for a brief seven weeks and then we would have to go through this whole process again. Besides, that would leave you to transition to the Presidency without the benefit of my years of experience"
"Yeah, I appreciate that but your missing out on being President yourself before you `age-out'," Gordy said. "You've earned it and you deserve it."
"Yeah, that's true but I don't need it," Wade said. "That's the difference!"
Shortly after that, the Realtor arrived and I turned in the key and then the rest of us went about our business.
It had been another exciting yet stressful day and as we drove home, Gordy was on fire. He talked endlessly about the series of events that lead to his subsequent election.
Chapter #62
Secrets and Fond Memories
I to, was excited for Gordy but I didn't want all this attention to go straight to his head, so I changed the subject. It was going to be my sixteenth birthday next week and I wanted Gordy to join me in a sleepover at my house either Friday or Saturday night. It was time for someone else to do something for me for a change. I was going to have even more responsibilities now that I have gotten moved up the political ladder. Before I get totally absorbed in the duties of my new position and Gordy in his, I needed to get a commitment from him before anything else gets in the way. Besides, I needed some alone time with Gordy as our hectic lifestyles had left little room for any one-on-one romance between us. I was looking forward to having Gordy alone and all to myself.
"Hey Gordy," I said. "Can you do a sleepover at my house for my birthday? It will be my sweet sixteenth!"
"Yeah, sure," he said. "But I have a better idea. Let's have a big old party man. Maybe we could have a club party for you and we could all fuck our brains out in your honor!"
"Okay, that sounds really cool but I was kind of thinking it could be just you and me," I suggested. "You know, ALONE!"
"Alone?" Gordy asked. "Your sweet sixteenth and you want it to be just us?"
"Well, yeah I do," I indicated.
"Don't be silly," he said. "Just leave it to me. I'll make all the arrangements. I'll throw you the best birthday party you've ever had."
It fell silent in the car for the first time since we left the parking lot. I didn't know what to say. I wanted a quiet intimate evening with my lover and Gordy wanted to do a grand sweet sixteen party at the club. He was so excited about wanting to do a party that I just couldn't say no! After the silence became noticeable, Gordy got the message that I was not as happy about the idea as he was. He glanced over at me for a second and then continued.
"I'll tell you what," he
began. "We'll have a two hour party at
the club on Saturday at
A wide smile crossed my face. Gordy had diplomatically solved my problem in one sentence. He would get to throw a party for me and I would get the best of both worlds. He stopped at a stop sign and I reached across the front seat of the car and hugged him tightly.
"Thanks Gordy," I said. "You sure know how to make a guy feel good."
"You're damn right," Gordy responded. "Wait until Saturday night and you'll find out just how good I can make a guy feel."
"Oh, you got me all turned on now you hot juicy twink," I said, stroking his over inflated ego.
We arrived at my house and Gordy dropped me off. I thanked Gordy in advance for what he had proposed to do for my birthday and congratulated him once more on his effortless political victory. Then I went up to my room and rested until Mom would call me down for dinner. As my eyes focused on the ceiling above my bed, I started to think about what kind of activity my lover was going to dream up as the theme for my party. I slipped my hand into my pants and fondled my cock head as I let my mind wonder.
Since I became a member of
the Crazy 8 Club, I've enjoyed a variety of different activities and
scenarios. On my own initiation day, I
was introduced to the `Behind the Club Door' scenario based on the Mitchell
Brothers film `Behind the Green Door' starring Marilyn Chambers.
Once I became a member, I participated in
several other club initiations. I was a
participant in
The next six days flew by
and my sixteenth birthday was almost here.
Gordy has been keeping his plans for my birthday party a complete secret
and no one at the club has breathed a word about it either.
Finally, Gordy informed me that I was to
arrive at Columbus Hall promptly at
Chapter #63
The Tables Get Turned On Desi
The day of my party had finally arrived. I had meticulously cleaned, showered and shampooed for the event. I thoroughly brushed my teeth and gargled hardily. I q-tipped my ears and doused my sensitive areas with my favorite cologne. I even went so far as to shave my balls and trim my pubes. I spent a little extra time styling my hair and trimming my nails. I wanted to be extra desirable and attractive for Gordy tonight. I felt that I was totally prepared to show Gordy exactly how much he means to me. I had a half an hour left until I was supposed to show up for the party. My imagination was running overtime, dreaming about what the club boys had in mind for me this afternoon. The sky was the limit and I was unintentionally working myself up and getting aroused over it. Whatever the surprise turns out to be, I'm going to immerse myself into the part, heart and soul because I know it came from Gordy's sweet imagination.
It was now time to make my
way over to Columbus Hall so I could arrive on time and let the party
begin. Gordy and Skeeter had the
tracking device so I needed to be extra cautious as I traveled alone.
I arrived at the hall right on time and parked
in the rear parking lot. I had not seen
any signs of
I entered through the back door and was greeted by Desi, our newest Club brother.
"Hey there Desi, how's it hangin'," I said.
"Hi Nico," he sheepishly answered. "I was chosen to do this honor."
"Okay, let's go," I said as I headed for the door to the main hall.
"No, you don't understand," he said visibly shaken. "I was chosen. I have to do it!"
"Do what," I asked.
"This," he said.
Then, with all the inexperience of a child, he ineptly attempted to strip me. He fumbled around trying to un-tuck my shirt from my pants and yanked it over my head.
"Hold On A Second!" I huffed.
"Oh God Nico, please don't be mad at me!" he begged. "They made me do it!"
He was just inches away from crying, not because he was afraid to strip me. Desi was quite a dynamo and was very nearly fearless. His problem was that he thought the act might make me angry and he respected me too much to let that happen.
"I'm not mad at you for heaven's sake," I said as I pulled him close to me and gave him a heart felt hug. "Undressing your partner is supposed to be a sexually erotic activity and is an important part of foreplay. It should be slow and sensual as you turn each other on. Here, let me show you. This is how I stripped Robert for his Whack-A-Rob party. First I told him that I had done something really bad and he was going to have to punish me for it. I seductively unbuttoned his pants to make it easier to un-tuck his shirt. Then I slowly pulled his shirt off as I suggested ways he could discipline me."
I demonstrated on Desi and I un-snapped his fly and ever so erotically slipped his shirt off. Then I talked dirty to him as I ran my fingertips down from his red glowing cheeks, slowly passing his nicely clenched abs, finally arriving at his open fly. Then I continued my demonstration.
"I've been so bad that you're going to have to put me over your bare knee and spank my naked ass," I said licking my lips. I ran my fingers around the waistband of Desi's pants and then I wiggled them down to his ankles. Then I shamelessly continued since I was on a roll.
"After that, you should tie me up and whip me good," I said as I pressed the fabric of his underwear to reveal the outline of his surprisingly well developed cock. I nibbled at his dickhead as it protruded between my fingers. By now, poor Desi was gasping for breath from the unexpected stimulation I was dishing out and then I mercilessly finished the job and dropped his underwear to the floor letting his erection spring free from the confines of his last piece of clothing.
"Oh My God, you're good," Desi complemented. "But I was supposed to undress you!"
"That's all right," I said to him as I undressed myself. "We can both go out naked." I looked in his eyes and could see he still had an issue with that. "I'll tell you what, I'll stroke my dick a little to make it hard. That way we can go out there and let them all see that we had turned each other on. How does that sound?"
"Boy, your smart," he said. "I think I love you!"
"I love you too little man," I told him. "So, are we ready? Let's do it!"
I grabbed his hand and Desi flicked the lights to signal to the others that we were about to enter. We strutted in, hand-in-hand sporting two erections and two glowing smiles on our faces.
As we entered, I could see the standard setup. The big bed was in the center of the room surrounded by three large couches. All the boys were already naked and sitting on the couches with their cameras in hand. A barrage on flashes hit us as we approached the group and they all yelled out `Happy Birthday' at once. As we got closer, I saw many decorations and banners quoting a variety of best wishes and bad jokes. Desi guided me to the center of the bed and the two of us stood as the crowd sang `For He's A Jolly Good Fellow'.
Chapter #64
What a Surprise!
Desi whispered `good luck' to me and left me standing alone on the bed. He made his way to the couches and joined the other naked boys in the gallery. With all the commotion of the cameras flashing along with all the shouting and singing, I hadn't noticed Gordy was missing until I saw him enter the room from the staging area. He was semi-dressed in a mock policeman's uniform. He was wearing a short sleeved beige colored shirt with the Police insignia on the sleeves. He also wore a pair of mirrored sunglasses and an official looking hat. He sported a pair of black leather gloves and a thick black leather belt around his waist from which hung a black leather flip down badge wallet that dangled right in front of his balls. Other than that, he wore nothing but a pair of black leather boots from the waist down. He was quite a sight as everyone booed and hissed him as he menacingly made his way over to me. He stopped directly in front of me and gave me a visual once over, looking my naked body over from head to toe.
"God you look good today," Gordy whispered to me.
"Thanks, and you look pretty hot in leather Mister," I whispered back.
"Are you Nicholas Harris?" Gordy asked in a fairly loud voice being sure he was now being heard by everyone.
"I Am," I answered back in the same volume.
"You are under arrest," Gordy stated. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you. Do you understand these rights as they have been read to you?"
"Yes!" I answered bold and brazened.
"Please lay down on the bed Sir, I'm going to have to search you," he said.
"Yes Sir," I said and complied with his instructions.
He removed his leather gloves and slowly began to examine every square inch of my body with warmth and tenderness. For the first time since I became a member of the Crazy 8 Club, I felt the strange sensation of embarrassment. It was the first time I had ever been aroused sexually and romantically at the same time by my lover, in front of all my Club brothers to witness. I started to loose my erection. Gordy noticed my softening boner and instantly knew what to do.
"Excuse me Sir," he said. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to inspect your identification."
He knelt to my side and drew my softening tool into his mouth, instantly bringing it back to life. I felt blessed that I had Gordy in my life. How can anyone ask for more in a lover? A few flashes went off and I noticed I didn't need to feel embarrassed like I had. Most of the boys were already redirecting their attention to themselves and their partners as Gordy and I had sufficiently initiated a wave of escalating fervor. The passionate sounds of growing enthusiasm filled the hall.
Suddenly, everyone got quiet. Something had broken the euphoria of our proceedings and everyone simply froze. Because I was lying face up on the floor, I was the last one to see what was going on. I rose to a sitting position and saw what was happening. Strolling into the hall as easy as you please was none other than Duncan, a.k.a. Nathan Crest. He was casually dressed, wearing a yellow tank top with a picture of a surfer riding a wave on the front and a pair of extra long Bermuda shorts that hung just past his knees. He had on a pair of ankle high socks peeking above his trendy athletic shoes. He had a look on his face like he had just hit the mother load.
Chapter #65
Who Knew?
This must be it.
"Hey
"Nico, what are you doing?" Gordy whispered.
"Like you don't know, you sly dog," I answered softly.
The whole room seemed to be
in on the game and they were playing their parts to the hilt, all frozen in
place and acting scared to speak or even move a muscle.
"What are you doing here?" Gordy growled.
"You, shut up before I add
impersonating an officer to my list of charges,"
This was exciting. Gordy had truly outdone himself with this little idea. So, continuing to play along with the whole dirty cop theme Gordy had staged, I dove into my part.
"Oh, but I think it's us who have you my friend," I said and I
grabbed
"What the hell was that?" he asked looking visibly shaken.
"What's the matter," I asked. "Haven't you ever been kissed by a real man before?"
I pulled him back to me and kissed him again. This time I let my tongue do the dancing as I entered his unsuspecting oral chamber. This time he didn't pull away quite as fast.
"Stop that," he ordered.
"Your mouth says no, no, no but your cock says yes, yes, yes!" I said as I reached down and gave his dick a firm squeeze. I knew I was on the right track when I felt his inflated manhood.
"You're under arrest,"
"Let me guess," I said as I began to recite the `Miranda Rights' to him the way that Gordy had just done to me, except from my point of view.
"I have the right to remain silent," I stated as I slipped
"Anything I say can and will be used against me in a court of law,"
I continued as I slipped my fingers around the waistband of
I was having so much fun, that it caused me to recklessly continue.
"I have the right to speak to an attorney," I continued to recite as I pressed the fabric of his underwear against his body to reveal the outline of his cock.
Then I nibbled at his cock
head as it protruded around my fingers.
It was endearing to me when I was teaching this to Desi earlier but now
that I was doing it for real to
"If I cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for me," I said as I mercilessly finished the job and dropped his underwear to the floor letting his erection pop out, revealing his naked body to everyone.
A few uncontrollable gasps emerged from the gallery as they witnessed my fearlessly brazen exhibition.
"If I cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for me," I
concluded as
"I hope I did that right," I told him. "Now let me help you gather the evidence!" I said as I dropped to my knees and popped his hard-on into my mouth. Everyone watched me in utter amazement.
I had heard that
Wade and
I have to admit that
seducing
As a group, we guided
As the situation changed and
everyone could see that our guest was exposed and vulnerable, they all started
to join in on the fun, exploiting the newcomer.
Seeing
Even though it was my party,
I was taking great delight in watching the club enjoy themselves as they
showered all their attention onto
Chapter #66
He's Mine Now
I pushed my finger past his rear entrance, easily gaining access to his warm inner canal. I stimulated the outer walls, tenderly rotating around the opening of his sphincter muscle before going straight for that elusively well hidden male `G' spot. Once I found it, I mercilessly milked his prostate, eliciting an electrical surge that coursed though his entire body, catapulting him into a highly aroused state of orgasmic bliss. As I massaged that ever so important walnut sized bundle of nerves from the inside, I simultaneously massaged the same area from the outside with my other hand, focusing all my sensual energy into this small but potent zone of pleasure.
He started breathing heavily
and a rush of orgasmic tingles took control over his mind and body.
It was becoming evident that
"Hey everybody, he's going to blow any second now!" I announced.
"Shoot it... shoot it... shoot it...!" the boys chanted as they shouted their encouragement.
"Oh shit... oh fuck... oh shit...
watch out, I'm gonna cum...
Watch out!"
I doubled my speed and
intensity just in time to watch
"What the hell are you guys
doing?"
"Each one of them is taking a taste of your sacrifice, symbolically demonstrating that they now accept you as a brother," I explained to him.
"No shit, are you guys for real?" he asked. "That's pretty hot!"
Skeeter went up to
"Are we really under arrest Mr. Duncan Sir?" Skeeter asked with his puppy dog eyes.
"Well,"
"Okay, Drew," Skeeter said flashing him his pearly whites.
"We had heard that you went by another name," Gordy pressed.
"My first assignment as an
undercover agent was at
"I knew you that year when I
was a student there,"
"That's right, I did,"
"Very admirable,"
"Well, my next assignment
brought me to
"So than Officer Drew, are we in trouble?" Desi asked a little shaken.
"I'm not sure now," he paused. "When I came in here and saw all of you guys naked as sin, I was ready to make my biggest bust ever."
"So, what can we do to smooth things over?" Gordy asked.
At this point, it seemed that I was missing something. I didn't understand what was going on. Was everyone still pretending? This line of questioning was far too real sounding and I've never known my guys to take their acting roles so seriously.
"Well, I've never dealt with anything like this before," he confessed. "I'm just a simple high school plant looking for the major offenders. What you guys have got going here is something new to me."
"Did you enjoy yourself?" Wade asked.
"I've always dreamed about being a part of something like this but being an undercover agent has its disadvantages," he sighed. "How did you guys know I would be receptive and not go ballistic on you?"
I started wondering what the hell he was talking about. Maybe Gordy didn't invite him. Maybe he just followed me here, expecting me to lead him into a den of thieves. Now that I think about it, how could it have transpired any other way? I started to get sick to my stomach. How could I have been so stupid? I had to think fast on my feet.
"There was something about you that caught my eye on that very first day we met," I said trying to get us out of the mess I'd unintentionally gotten us all into.
"And I repaid your kindness by trying to bust you!" he said sounding ashamed of himself. "I'm sorry about that. Sometimes I get so lost in being an undercover cop, that I start to think I am that person. Anyway, I'm not sure what the laws are about this stuff you guys are doing here."
"I'll tell you what the laws are," I said being careful not to get him mad. "All of our club members are under the age of consent according to the laws of this state. Everyone here is seventeen years old or younger. We are all here of our own free will and absolutely no one is forced to do anything they don't want to do. Everything we do is consensual and is agreed upon by everyone involved. We're not hurting anybody. As a matter of fact, our club is self-governed by a Democratic system with officials serving the needs of the club. We have rules and by-laws that we strictly adhere to. All our members are upstanding citizens who volunteer for community service on a regular basis. We help out in soup kitchens to feed the homeless. We establish vigils for the suicide prevention program. We help our community every way we can. Now you could drag us all down town and arrest us, making our lives miserable, but in the end, the charges will no doubt get dropped as no adults are ever involved. If what I've heard is correct, you are nineteen years old and according to the state, you are the only adult here. If there's been a crime committed here today, it would be you who committed it. In the eyes of the law, you are guilty of statutory rape."
I could see in his eyes that we had him quite uncomfortably over a barrel. Before he had too much time to think about what I had just said, I continued.
"I think I could get everybody here to agree to never mention a word of this to anyone if you'd stop following our members, let our little club remain a secret and forget that this day ever happened. What do you say?"
"I gotta go have me a smoke," he said without really answering the question.
He slipped on his underwear and shorts and then pulled his tank top on over his head and went out the door. We were all unsure what to do for a couple of minutes and just hung around.
"My God Nico," Gordy said. "I think you might have saved us all once again! What made you call him in and strip him naked like that?"
"Honest to God Gordy," I began. "Up to just a couple of minutes ago, I thought you had planned all of this as part of my party. I was just going with it!"
"Are you shitting me?" Gordy said astonished. "We were all scared shitless. You took control of him and wrapped him around you little finger. Man you've got balls. I'm looking right at em' and I can see them growing right in front of me. You're fuckin' fearless man. I have the most awesome boyfriend in the world!"
Chapter #67
In the Clear
"You know if Drew comes back here with police backup, we'd better be dressed," I said. "I think we better prepare ourselves for the worst. Let's end the party for today and start thinking about what we're going to do?"
"Yeah, I think your right," Gordy concurred. He clapped his hands to get everyone's attention.
"Okay everybody, listen up," he said as he prepared to address the room. "The party is over. Please get yourselves dressed and start putting everything away and prepare to close down. When you're finished, you need to stay here until we know what's happening."
We all got dressed and waited for Drew to come back inside to tell us his decision. Doug came up to Gordy, almost at the point of tears.
"Gordy, I wanna go home," he said. "I'm scared! I've never been in trouble before. I'm too young to go to jail!"
"Doug," Gordy said trying to ease his mind. "I don't think any of us are going to spend even one day in jail but we might have to face some serious consequences. Right now we need to stick together. The thing about it is, we all have to stay here and accept whatever fate has in store for us. Things always go smoother when you cooperate with the law. If you leave now, they might add `fleeing the scene of the crime' to the list of charges against you." Doug was not happy with what Gordy had to say but he sucked it up as Gordy suggested and waited along with the rest of us.
After a couple of minutes of waiting, I went out the back door to see what was taking Drew so long. As I looked around, Drew was nowhere to be found. Gordy and I knew what Drew's car looked like and it was not parked anywhere in the lot. I went back inside and privately told Gordy what I learned.
"He's gone." I whispered. "There's no sign of him or his car out there anywhere."
"What do you think that means?" Gordy whispered back.
"If he were calling for backup, I don't think he'd leave us alone like this," I said.
"What do you think we should do?" he asked.
"I think we should let the junior member go for now and have the elders stick around until the Realtor comes for the keys," I suggested. "At least that way we can't be accused of fleeing the scene."
"I agree," Gordy said. "I'll talk to our junior member about keeping quiet about what has happened here today and then I'll let then go home. Maybe this is Drew's way of letting us off the hook without admitting his own guilt."
Gordy talked to the juniors and let them know that they must not tell a living soul about the events of the day and the dire ramifications if any of this should leak out. Then he let them know that, if no one contacted them over the next couple of day, then they most likely had nothing to worry about. This pep talk was really quite unnecessary because our boys are already experts when it comes to keeping the club safe from exposure. The rest of us hung around until the Realtor came to pick up the key. At this point, there was still no sign of Drew or any other police involvement, so we all went our separate ways.
I was ready to put all this behind me. I still had my candlelight dinner and sleepover with Gordy to look forward to and I wanted to enjoy them without having to worrying about the uncertainty of what might still be coming our way.
Gordy and I had arrived at the club party in separate cars so we each drove ourselves home to freshen up and dress in our formal attire. Gordy had made a reservation for two at the fanciest restaurant in town called `Destined for Providence Restaurant and Bakery'. In an effort to avoid any unwanted stares, Gordy and I agreed to meet separately. Neither one of us wanted to answer countless questions our families would no doubt ask either. `Who were we getting all dressed up for' and `when do we get to meet her' were just a few of the uncomfortable questions we would just as soon avoid. I managed to get out the door with minimal embarrassment and I was on my way to my first official date ever. I was nervous and absolutely sick to my stomach. Nevertheless, I was happy to know what it's like to be Sixteen years old, out on my first date and madly in love.
End of Part Eight
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