The twins got me alone as the moms had Tommy help cleaning up. Everyone else had left, it being Sunday and a school night. ‘Gator threw Tommy up in the air a couple of more times before going out the door. The girls had their serious faces on.
“That boy really loves you,” Amy started the interrogation.
“Yeah. It calmed down when we was in the Everglades. He had a real hero-worship thing going when we escaped from the drug program. He’s back to full-on idolizing again. I’m glad his foster parents are so good ta ‘im.”
“What’s ya gonna do. We kin smell the testosterone coming off both of you,” Angela always went right to the heart of the matter.
“Ya cain’t sleep up on the third floor if’n yer gonna be doin’ it.”
“Homeless and horny agin,” I joked.
“You was so worked up ‘bout him comin’ this Christmas. It was so sweet. But if’n you go all gaybo on us, we’ll freak out.”
“I don’ts know whats ta do.” Which was the truth. “Last summer he was only 14. When he got all horny, we jist decided it was better to be brothers, not lovers.”
“So he knows ya ain’t gay or did he think once he got older you’d want him in that way?”
“I don’t know. It makes me feel so good that he’s so happy now. He got sent ta juvie ‘cause his brother was pickin’ on him. I confronted the brother when Tommy had to go to the hospital with an infected foot. The brother tried to sock me. I knocked him down and he was locked up. Tommy got a foster family and his life is great now. It’ll ruin his Christmas if I change how I treat him. We was this way all summer, with only ‘gators, panthers and hippies around. It was just natural.”
“He ain’t a kid no more, even with ‘Gator throwing him around like a rag doll. He don’t act gay ‘cept around you. An’ you don’t act gay ‘cept ‘round him.”
“I do love ‘im. It ain’t an act.”
“Great. If it’s not enuff we’s got gay moms, now we gots a gay brother.”
“’As the World Turns,’ in Ames Iowa,” I laughed.
“Ya ain’t mad at us fer callin’ ya gay?”
“Y’all still think I’m a nut case; what part of being gay doesn’t fall under nut case?”
That made ‘em stop and think. I didn’t believe they were thinking I was really gay.
“I’ll take him with me to work, so’s we kin talk while I drives around on deliveries. I’ll let you know what we’ll do to get rid of the boy sex stink.”
“Ya should move down to the second floor if ya need yer privacy.”
“Thanks a lot.”
“We care ‘bouts ya, Andy. That’s all.”
“Condemned to homo-land by my caring family.”
They finally laughed.
Tommy was drying dishes with Mom in the kitchen.
“Wanna ride around with me while I work?” I asked him.
He lit up like a Christmas tree. “Sure. Kin I borrow a jacket. It’s real cold out there.”
“’Course. Let’s go.”
He gave me a funny look as we went up to our room to change.
As soon as we drove away from the Hyland house, he asked me, “What’s wrong? Ya looks vexed.”
“The twins was givin’ me crap ‘bout being gay with you’s.”
“Naw. I thinks they’s a little jealous ‘cause they see how much we loves each other. I’s their brother too, and they’s unsure how to treat ya. They cain’t jist start lovin’ ya when they’s jist met ya.”
“I ain’t never had a sister a’fore.”
“We gots ta make ’em love ya, like a little brother.”
“I don’t wants ta be yer little brother fer ever. I rilly loves ya, Huck.”
“The love’s cool. It’s the wantin’ me that throws ‘em off. Ain’t nobody gay out here in Iowa.”
“Gator sure acts gay. Gay ‘Gator. That sounds ’bout right.”
“Yer gonna havta change the ‘Gatorsaurus story ta say that mean old ‘gator was after yer ass, not jist tryin’ to et ya.”
We both were really laughing when I pulled up to the Pizza Pit. Tommy came in with me to help carry the first deliveries. I introduced him to the boss as my little brother.
“Ya comin’ to Ames to live with Andy now.”
“Naw. I’s in foster care. I’s jist here fer Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas then.”
We kept talking while I drove around making the deliveries. It had started snowing, the first of the year.
“Looks like we git a White Christmas,” I announced.
“I ain’t never seen snow a’fore. Kin we stop?”
“I’s gotta keep makin’ the deliveries. You kin git out at the next stop.”
He jumped out and was twirling around, trying to catch snowflakes on his tongue. He was incredibly cute.
I wanted to kiss him so badly when we got back in the car.
“It’s cold out there,” he complained, hugging me supposedly for warmth.
“You hussy. Yer jist beggin’ fer a kiss.”
He grabbed me by my jacket lapels and Frenched me right there on the street. My heart was going a mile a minute. His hands were down my pants, pulling on the belt buckle. The snow was coming down pretty fast. No one was out on the street.
“If we start doin’ it now, we’ll never stop. It’ll break my heart when ya gots to go back.”
“You do love me. I knew it,” he was triumphant, jumping into the back seat and dragging me with him.
“If we do it now, ya gots to promise you’ll be a perfect little brother to the twins, so they ain’t jealous no more.”
“I promise. I promise,” as he pulled his jeans off, kicking his sneakers off as well.
My dick had no hesitation on what it planned to do with this horny boy. Tommy was pulling on my belt which he loosened just in time for my dick to pop the buttons on my jeans. He leaned over to take the tip in his mouth.
I took a deep breath and held him off.
“Stop. Slow down. At this rate it’ll be over in five minutes. This is gotta be better than that.
“Oh, I’ve been practicing. I kin make it last forever now.” As he pulled my jeans off my butt, half my dick sticking out of my gay briefs. The sight was one for him to behold.
“These are cute,” as he fingered the waist band, “when ‘ja start wearing these,” as he was rubbing his knuckle along my exposed dick.
His engorged dick was pressing up against his blue brief’s waistband. He had grown.
“These are pretty cute, too,” as I pulled the waist band to let his dick head pop out.
“I gots the fosters ta buy ‘em fer me. I gots red and green too. Do they make me look older?”
“Naw. Yer still the same pervert as ever,” as I snapped the waist band on his exposed dick.
“OW, ow, ow, ow. You asshole. Ya always havta be so mean,” as he went down on the top of my dick.
I came instantly, filling his mouth, and causing the jizz to leak out. He swallowed, then went to jerk himself, thinking I was done.
“Do ya loves me, even when I cain’t control my dick,” as I pulled his hand off his own dick.
“I loves ya so much, even whens yer bein’ a retard.”
That’s what I needed to keep my dick hard. Pushing his hands away, I deep-throated him, wrapping my tongue on his shaft and squeezing it as I went up and down. His size impressed me, as I had to take him past my gag reflex. His hips started bucking. The car was definitely shaking. I trusted that no one was out in the storm. He had learned to control his orgasms. I wasn’t interested in more than a quickie while at work. I lifted him up and planted his ass on my hard-on, which had been ready to go for minutes. As I licked the tip of his dick, my tip could feel his anal muscles spasming and squeezing. I refused to let him pull his dick away from my mouth, so he could be impaled on my straining shaft. In his frustration to be fucked, he forgot to control his own dick. It went off into my pressing lips. I let him go as he geysered all over me, sinking completely down to my balls, and bouncing back as his whole anal canal spasmed around my dick. I pulled him down again and let my second orgasm go just as his was finishing. He held me in a tight hug, shuddering as I spurt four, then five times as I finished. We had been staring intensely into each other’s eyes. We kissed as I started shuddering. After pulling up our pants, I grabbed his hand and dragged him out the back door of the car. We flopped down on our backs in the three inches of snow that had fallen since we started fucking. Still holding his hand, I got him flapping both arms and legs, side to side. Lifting him to his feet and turning him around, I presented him with two perfect snow angels joined at the wings. He flung both arms around me. We jumped up and down on the sidewalk. Looking at our cum-stained jackets, I made a snow ball and bombed him. We started a wild snowball fight, which went on until we looked like snowmen, or more accurately, snow/cum-men.
I finished my shift later than normal. The boss figured it was the snow. I assured him that before Florida, I had lived in Alaska and was used to snow. On the way home, I reminded Tommy that his goal was to get the twins to love him, as their little brother. His cheeks were a rosy red and his breathing was still ragged, to match his beating heart. Now it was time to face the twins. He trusted me to make our case as brothers, but with benefits – Hillbilly brothers, making babies.
We raced into the house. Tommy grabbed Mom’s hands and was swinging her around.
“Me and Huck made snow angels and we had a snowball fight. I ain’t never seen snow ‘afore.”
“You boys march out onto the porch and brush off that snow. There’ll be no mess in my kitchen,” Molly took charge.
We ran outside and brushed each other off by slapping and punching our coats and pants. All the commotion brought the girls downstairs to investigate.
As we came back in, I realized Tommy’s face and probably mine were bright red. The girls’ suspicions were ramping up.
“Com’n outside,” he exhorted the twins. “We’all kin make snow angels.”
Christmas spirit arrived with the snow. The girls got their jackets. We played outside until it was time to go to bed. Besides snow angels and snowball fights, we built a scrawny snowman that Tommy named Huck, in my honor I suppose.
Worried he had nothing to wear for Church, Tommy relaxed once he tried on my dark coat and tie. The fit was almost perfect, enough to boost his confidence that we were the same size now. I thought he just wanted to borrow the outfit. Instead he was moving into my life. Sweet falling…in love. That rang a bell about Jack. And where was Jace? He had gone with Hippie for the glorious arrival of Anna plus 1. I needed him to check on Jack, wasting some flex time to bust his ass to Switzerland. He still didn’t show up, so I called Michael and Jenna to discuss my dilemma. They were so pleased to be asked, remembering when it was the double lovebirds making out in the music room.
“Hail, fair Romeo. Got time for my love-life?”
“Trouble from falling out of paradise?”
“First snow up here and I cheated on Jack making snow angels.”
“With Swamp Boy?”
“How’d ya know?”
“Vic gave it all away after you sang ‘Bobby McGee,” and you substituted “Tommy’ in “holding Bobby’s hand…’ Are you blind to your own romantic moves.”
“I ain’t self-conscious. Maybe just subconscious. I ain’t got a fucking brain, just my heart ta tell me what’s ta do.”
“You are too country, boy.”
“Yeah. Tommy calls me Huck. All the girls call me Andy.”
We started giggling.
“Where’s Hippie?” Michael changed our focus.
“He’s out presenting his pregnant bride to the screaming Baptists – ‘we are saved!’ May the holy rolling begin.”
“You did that didn’tcha”
“”Yeah. All the girls was grabbing my dick. Tongues was more than I could stand.”
“I still loves Jack but I ain’t seen him forever and just one phone call. I figured I was due a little cheatin.’ Swamp Boy is persistent if nothing. He cain’t even sing. I hasta pinch him ta git ‘im to hit high notes.”
“You is livin’ a country music soap opera,” Michael was talking to me from his subconscious, unintentionally speaking country.
“You need a girlfriend, dude. Just go totally country, move into a trailer, have kids, and kick the dog.”
We laughed for about a minute.
“You two havta come up for Christmas, Hippie’s already here. I’m putting a show on at school.”
“Yeah. Little House on the Prairie.”
“Michael?” Jena chimed in.
“Yeah. You’re right, sorry.”
“Jenna, “I asked, “be a girlfriend for a second.”
“You better keep it up longer than that.”
“Ew, potty mouth much? I never knew. You’ve been a bad influence, Romeo.”
“My advice to you Tim/Huck/Andy and every other guy, is stop letting your dick from doing your thinking for you,” she advised.
“Harsh,” Michael commented.
“My dick has a complicated relationship with my heart. Love is a drug. Someone has to do the thinking when drugs shut down my brain.
“So what? You’re in love with two people. As long as at least one of them is willing to put up with it, you’re safe, the master of ‘Sneakin’ Around.’”
“Well, that won’t be Jack. So, Swamp Boy is up for a ride through the cheating zone. And, don’t ever let me call him Swamp Boy again. We’s Tom & Huck, hillbilly brothers, makin’ babies with one another.”
“I’ll call Jack and let him know he’s in trouble.”
“Ya cain’t say that but do say I’m in trouble. See how he reacts, will ya?”
“Yer a trip, Tim.”
“Bye Jena, take care o’ the boy. Y’all’s all we got for romance. You’s truly blessed.”
I hung up and for the first time noticed Tommy seated in the kitchen listening to everything I said.
“Whatcha think ‘bouts that?” I asked him outright.
“That was ‘bout Jack, right?”
“Yeah. I gots ta ask ya to be my secret lover ‘til I deals with Jack. He’s locked away in a monastery in Switzerland. I feel sorry for him. I don’t feel sorry about us. If’n ya knows me at all, ya knows I kin love more that one person at a time. Just that Jack’s rich, and it makes ‘im possessive. Yer persistent. I like that better. Ya knows I kin be mean as your big brother. Don’t be surprised when I has to be a mean lover.”
“Oh, Huck. I don’t care, long a ya’s loves me. That’s all that counts. But we’s havin’ so much fun. I wants to jist be maself, alright?”
“Stop acting all competitive with Jack when we’s here havin’ fun and he’s a million miles away.”
“’Cept you’s telling that guy ta call Jack and warn ‘im.”
“Look. If he really cares about me, he’ll do something to show it. If’n he don’t, we’re home free. I do rilly love ya. Just give it a bit more time.”
“Life don’t needs ta be so complicated.” Tommy complained.
We went back upstairs to be with the twins. I told Tommy to stop thinking about double-teaming them. “Watch out. They’s bowling jocks.”
We were still laughing when we got to the third floor.
The girls said nothing about us moving to the second floor. Lying in bed, in the middle of our ‘Waltons’ goodnight, Tommy cried out, “Who’s Mary Ellen?”
He slept the whole night in my arms, apparently satisfied with backseat sex. I guess I was as well, falling asleep instantly.
In the morning, the twins walked in on us, wrapped up with each other. My bedroom door had stayed open. They woke us by pretending to sniff for the aroma of teen spirit.
“Nothin’s in the air,” Angela pronounced. Then they pulled the covers off us to check for stray sex stains, leaving us lying there in our underwear.
“No evidence of evil sex acts. Y’all is still pure little boys,” their verdict was announced.
“Y’all wanna see how little my boy is here?” as I grabbed myself.
The screamed and ran out of the room. We had passed morning inspection.
Tommy decided he’d go to school with us. The girls found him a bowling outfit to wear and worked on his hair and zits. He loved it, but I refused to let them add mascara. I introduced him to all my teachers who were fine with his being in class. Since the only open seats were not next to mine, he just shared the desk with me – wide mid-west seats were ample enough for our skinny-boy asses. No one said a thing
Tuesday was the day of the Christmas Eve Assembly, which was held in place of afternoon classes. The English class was too excited for lunch, so we met in the auditorium. Tommy had come to all my morning classes, easily introducing himself to anyone who would listen to his non-stop banter. “Gator and Noah were with the rest of English class, which distracted Tommy from his general socializing. They were whispering, away from the group.
“What’s up? I kin see yer all plannin’ sumthin.’”
“Oh, it’s a surprise,” ‘Gator answered, “ta git Tommy ta play a part.”
I didn’t want to know. I was working with the chorus, explaining they didn’t need to sing as loud for the older kids as had been necessary with the screaming elementary school kids.
All our work was about to pay off. The sets were perfect replicas of the TV show’s sets, but just painted backdrops. The bus kids, those riding to school from farms around Ames, had gathered authentic farm memorabilia as props. Everyone was dressed in period costumes; even the chorus was in gingham. The twins had dressed me, with a ranch hand motif; I even had a kerchief around my neck and a ten gallon Stetson hat. My shirt looked like bowling attire except for the snap-on, pearl-white buttons. I was a rhinestone cowboy. I walked out with my guitar and the chorus arranged itself behind me at the edge of the stage. We did ‘Jingle Bells,’
and Laura Ingalls entered on Bunny/’Gator and Noah’s back. ‘Gator instantly started acting up, biting Pa on the butt and pushing Nellie Oleson around, as she tried to say her lines. Noah was kicking up his heels.
Noah yelled out, “Stop fartin’, Gator.”
The auditorium laughed so hard the actors had to pause to deliver their lines. Once the first scene ended with everyone going off stage, Bunny appeared with Tommy on his back. They trotted across the stage and descended into the space before the front row. We were into the second scene while Bunny was playing rodeo with Tommy, trying to buck him off his back. Tommy hung on while looking like he was about to be thrown off. They ran up the aisle and encouraged the freshman out of their seats to sit down in front. He got off Bunny and had the smaller kids line up for pony rides. ‘Gator did different stunts with each kid. Noah did his horse poop stunt several times, which the kids picked up and were throwing around. Bunny stopped this mayhem by corralling the hoodlums and bumping them away from the front of the stage. Noah kept pooping, which only encouraged the hoodlums more. Neil was running around with his shovel trying to keep up with the never-ending poop.
The play proceeded. Every time the Oleson’s store was the setting, Bunny with Tommy on his back, trotted back on stage, harassing poor Nellie and her parents.
Finally we reached the Christmas gift scene, the finale climax. After Bunny made his exit, nipping at Nellie, he and Tommy trotted off and sat down with the kids in front of the stage. The freshman kids surrounded them. Tommy threw his arms around Bunny’s neck, which caused all the other kids to hang onto or just pile onto Bunny. ‘Gator shushed them as the Christmas star was placed on the tree and the kids sang along with the chorus on “Little Town of Bethlehem.” Christmas trumped Anarchy.
Or, so I thought, as three familiar looking guys marched down the aisle.
“Where’s the rock n roll? Ya said you was putting on a show.” It was Michael, Robby and Hippie. I gulped. They had come all the way to Iowa to be with me. I heard the crew behind moving two sets of drums and two amps on stage so we could play. Tommy jumped up and hung on me, his eyes wide with the wonder that my band was going to play. I motioned for Amy and Angie to join us at the mic. The lighting guy turned down the auditorium lights and put a spotlight on Robby
Robby grabbed a second mic. “I don’t know what this degenerate has been tellin’ you, tryin’ to be all country and that, but he’s a death rocker to the core. We’re his band, False Gods. On your knees and weep your pleas.
Michael started drum rolls to tell me we were doing our signature song. I hit the SG with riffs and rolls as Robby did the vocals.
“Where others feared to tread,
they gave us up for dead,
memories linger eternally,
as Lucifer’s proud plea,
a world of our own,
on high a black throne,
sing to make them see,
happy for eternity
…we are False Gods, we are False Gods…
a world so meek and blind,
we laugh at all of mankind,
we’re Satan’s band,
a world of endless flaws,
facades and miracles applause,
eulogized but despised,
shed your false disguise,
fall to your knees,
utter useless pleas,
…we are False Gods, we are False Gods…
pray in foreign tongues,
shoot your useless guns,
sacrifice hallowed sheep,
shun cold, dark streets,
you’re just nasty fleas,
Set your minds at ease
…False Gods, False Gods…
we live eternally,
we hear your painful screams,
keep cold certainty,
know just what we mean
….We are False Gods, False Gods..
… False Gods”
Tommy and the girls joined me on the “We are False…” backup vocals. I was so proud of them, just jumping in without any hesitation. Their pure, high vocals inspired me to create ringing leads. Of course Tommy’s voice cracked, which I harmonized on the guitar with a Hendrix-like leads. Robby looked over in amazement and glee. He threw himself on the stage floor, as I created a feedback loop that made the amps sound like the apocalypse had happened.
One of the freshmen sitting with Bunny on the floor screamed, scaring all the kids, who piled all over Bunny. Tommy jumped on top of them all, spurring Bunny to rise. Noah screamed ‘hut.” And Gator rose from a grave of kids, with Tommy on his back. They rode up the right aisle and down the left, with the screaming kids chasing them. The older kids were frozen in their seats while Robby did his Mael prayer in tongues, flopping on his back on the stage.
I instantly changed to the Stooges’ ‘I wanna be your Dog,’ shouting “Iggy” to Michael and Hippie.
‘Gator, recognizing the song from the coffee shop fiasco, threw off Bunny’s outfit and started howling and barking, while thrashing around on the floor with Tommy. They actually listened to the lyrics, jumped on stage, and were groveling at our feet. The freshmen were cowering against the side walls. Some of the older kids ran out the back.
“Wait,” I cried. “Scared? This was my life in rock n roll hell. I found my aim was true in country.”
I mouthed “Hillbilly Brothers – ‘Shine a light’ to the others.
“Angels beating all their wings in time,
With smiles on their faces and a gleam right in their eyes.
Whoa, thought I heard on sigh for you,
Come on up, come on up, now, come on up now.
May the good Lord shine a light on you,
Make every song you sing your favorite tune.
May the good Lord shine a light on you,”
KEITH RICHARDS, MICK JAGGER
Lyrics © Alfred
I signaled the lighting guy to spotlight Tommy laying at my feet. I repeated the line ‘Angels beating all their wings in time.’ Jace came down and raised Tommy to his feet, as I sang ‘Come on up, come on up, now, come on up now.’ I whispered snow angel to Tommy and he flapped his arms as we had done when it first snowed. I next sang, ‘Shine Your Light,’ repeating the title line over and over, as Jace raised Tommy, flapping his arms like wings, above the stage. Bic lighters were lit all around the darkened auditorium.
“Shine Your light, Shine Your light, Shine Your light On me, Jesus.
You are the morning star, My precious one. Almighty guard You are, Great things You’ve done. Through all eternity, I give You praise. A bright new song I sing, Stand face to face.
Shine Your light, Shine Your light, Shine Your light On me, Jesus.
You are the great I am, The King of Kings. Red rock of ages, My urge to sing. Through all eternity, I will proclaim. You won the victory, I bless Your name.
Shine Your light, Shine Your light, Shine Your light On me, Jesus”
Oslo Gospel Choir lyrics
Robby continued to writhe and squirm on the other side of the stage. As Tommy rose off the stage, all the Baptist kids dropped to the floor, holy rolling and speaking in tongues. Robby leaped up. Yelled ‘Barefoot’ at me and attacked his drum kit.
I followed his lead into ‘Barefoot Boy’, with the girls and Tommy singing with me,
Makes a stand
To take his joy
Going hand to hand
Flying out free
Branch to branch
Through the trees
“Free to be
A monkey like me”
Robby jumped up from the drums and joined us to sing the chorus
“Ha ha ha
He he he
Haw haw haw
Chee chee chee”
Next he was off and running, jumping and swinging while making monkey moves at all the kids cowering in front of the stage. He took the hands of one wide-eyed girl and started doing the monkey dance with her. Other kids jumped up and were dancing as well. Eventually we had them dancing in the aisles, as we switched to 60’s dance music.
Mrs. McCarthy came out and took the mic.
“Merry Christmas. There’s never been a Christmas Assembly like this one. Please thank all the players and crew for today’s performance.”
The English class ran on stage to scattered applause.
“And for ‘Gator and Noah for being Bunny.”
A big cheer was yelled for ‘Gator, who tossed Tommy into the air.
“Finally, the Triplets, Amy, Andy & Angie, for making rock n’ roll be merry and bright, with the help of Andy’s bandmates, ‘The Hillbilly Brothers.’
I took the mic,“For everyone, over the holidays, be safe, be happy and be back in 1976. Happy Birthday, America.”
Just as we finished I saw, running down the aisle, still bundled up against the cold in an anorak and fur hat. It was Jack.
“Am I too late?” he cried, throwing himself into my arms and locking his lips on mine. The noisy crowd was silenced, then exploded into “Ah, hah.” Outted at Christmas Assembly.
I ignored all the attention the kiss ignited.
“We just finished,” I told him. “The band’s first show since Skynyrd. It was a complete surprise for me. They just showed up. Just like you, now. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Michael called and told me I had to come. Like you, I ran away from my prison and flew straight to Iowa, thanks to BankAmericard. Where’s Swamp Boy,” he demanded.
Tommy was sitting on ‘Gator’s shoulders. Both looked stunned by this development.
“Get up here, you two. Meet Jack, my boyfriend.” I’d forgotten to turn the mic off, proclaiming my sexuality to the entire school. I was oblivious.
Tommy rushed up, with tears streaming down his cheeks. It was his worst nightmare. ‘Gator looked confused for the first time since I’d known him.
“Jack, this is ‘Gator, my best friend and the captain of the football and bowling teams. And, this is Tommy, my little brother from last summer and now my boyfriend, too.”
I couldn’t be more honest, but knew that how the chips would fall was beyond my control.
‘Gator took the lead, pulling Jack into a friendly hug. “Well, welcome, Jack. Yer boyfriend here never tolds us. He sure knows how to shake things up here in Iowa. I never knowed. Maybe I should be jealous of y’all.” They both laughed.
Jack looked at the tearful, distressed Tommy. “Come here, Swamp Boy, you’re not the first person I’ve shared Tim with,” pulling him into the hug with all of us.
“His name’s Andy now, but I calls ‘im Huck,” Tommy sniffed. “Ya kin call me Swamp Boy, but I prefers Alligator Killer.”
The audience applauded, as if this was the final scene of the performance. I guess it really was. Hippie came over to Tommy, “Ya done good, turning ol’ Tim inta a country music hero. Ya learns to sing proper, there’s a place fer ya in the band. I guess the new name is the Hillbilly Brothers. I kinda like it.”
On that note, we all walked off the stage. The auditorium was buzzing from the performance, the antics, and my coming out.
Everyone came back to the Hyland house, the bowling team, half the players and chorus from my English class plus Mrs. McCarthy, and several looky-loos, or tourists as Robby used to call ‘em. The moms had a roaring fire going in the fireplace and everyone was in the first floor living room and kitchen. Jack and Tommy engaged in a short tug-of-war with my body, before settling on each being attached to one of my hips.
“Howcha escape from Catholic hell?” I quizzed Jack.
“One of the rich kids had gotten a key to the dormitory door, which was used to keep us locked up at night. I begged him to let me out and I took a taxi to the Geneva airport, which is in France. I used the credit card to buy the airline ticket here. Daddy won’t be happy.”
“I bets yer wrong on that count. Yer folks seemed as upset as you were about the seminary. An’ he says not ta call ‘im Daddy no more.”
“You’s a rich kid, ain’tcha,” Tommy piped up. He hadn’t seen the Stone mansion as Vic had.
“I prefer to say ‘comfortable,” Jack answered, looking at Tommy. “You needn’t be jealous of me, AK. I learned long ago that Tim, er Andy, can’t love just one person. We havta share. I just know I have him in my heart forever.”
“How’s that work,” he asked.
“You don’t know Jace?”
“His dead boyfriend that gots shot?”
“We all hold him in our hearts and can feel him there. I call him Casper, the friendly ghost. You have to love and trust him to let him in your heart.”
“Why ain’t cha ever tolds me ‘bouts Casper, Huck?”
“T’was the damned Program that hardened ma heart. Casper was locked away all summer we was campin’ out. I toldcha a’bout Teen Jesus. Casper’s Teen Jesus.”
“More holy than you think,” Hippie told him.
“He’d never seen ya ‘til you’s arrived with Hippie and Anna Plus 1 on Saturday night. He ignored you ‘cause ya don’ts love ‘im yet.”
“How coulds I loves ‘em whens I’s never mets ‘im?”
“Jace knew ya didn’ts trust ‘im. Your heart was shut to ‘im.”
“How kin I trust a ghost?”
“You already did when Casper raised ya up on the stage today. Ya ever floated a’fore? How’s that happen?”
“I felt it was you’s. I was feelin’ ya when my eyes was shut tight.”
“That was Casper. He knows ya loves me and ya has me in yer heart. Since he’s in my heart too, ya kin feel his love.”
“I’s never loved nobody but you’s,” Tommy was skeptical.
“That means ya trusts me?”
“Shur, Huck. I’d do enythin’ fer ya.”
“Well, grab my hands and try to loves ‘im. Tell me if’n ya feels ‘im when he touches ya, too. Alls ya gots ta do is believe I loves ya.”
Everyone had circled around us in front of the Christmas tree by the fire. Tommy scrunched up his face, trying extra hard to love me and be loved by Casper. It was a no brainer since he had already allowed Jace to levitate him on stage. Jace circled above everyone in the room, players, crew, chorus, moms, Miami guests and Mrs. McCarthy. The room already glowed from the fire and Christmas tree lights. The twins went around turning off the lamps and overhead lights. As Jace circled the whole group, the glow intensified. He settled above Tommy before placing his hands on his head.
“I feels ‘im,” Tommy shouted and a brighter glow emanated from the two of us. Everyone went, ‘Ah, ow,’ like when the town’s Christmas tree is lit.
“It’s Teen Jesus,” someone yelled as the angel on the tree’s top outshone all the other lights and the overall glow. Gold petals burst out from the tree angel and settled like snowflakes over everyone.
“Merry Christmas,” I told everyone and let go of Tommy’s hands. The glow started to recede.
“Anyone who wants to have Jace in their heart, just silently ask for it right now.”
The glow reignited over people who were open to us. Those who were like Tommy had been, having trouble trusting, lost the glow. I took Tommy and we went to the untrusting, holding out our hands, and when they reached back, the glow returned.
I stood by the fireplace. Jack came and attached himself to my hip. Tommy tried to attach on the other hip, but Jace was already there. Unable to reach me, he put his arms around the invisible Jace. To everyone else, it looked like he was reaching out to me, unable to connect. Not frustrated by his effort to reach me, Tommy smiled when he realized he actually did love the invisible Jace. He was the second person that Tommy had loved.
The twins turned the lights back on, and the moms served hot chocolate. Everyone wanted to keep the party rolling. It was dark outside now. Someone in the chorus suggested we go caroling. Jace and I looked at each other. The tears started flowing as we remembered last year with the Watt family and the swim team kids. Jace punched me and told me to get my acoustic guitar so I could play it to the carols. Tommy brushed my tears away.
“Why ya cryin’?”
“Just remembering last Christmas Eve with Jace.”
“Ya sentimental fool. Git over yerself,” and he punched me. Jace kissed him on the cheek, making Tommy grin.
It was snowing again, perfect for a white Christmas in the morning. We carolled down our street and ended at the Pizza Pit. The manager had been telling customers that there was no delivery that night, so people were lined up to pick-up their orders. We set up inside the Pit and carolled until the customers stopped coming. A reporter for the Ames Herald took our picture, noting that we had performed at the High School Christmas Assembly.
The moms had more hot chocolate ready when we returned. The Miami group was especially chilled by the winter weather.
Jack was looking apprehensive, as I had made no move to get him alone. Luckily he stayed away, with Tommy and me, from Robby’s plentiful joints. But I knew I should get him into bed as soon as possible. On the other hand, Tommy was acting nervous that he’d be excluded. And then, there were the twins, who were still dealing with my gay outing in front of the whole school; they were sensing teen spirit pheromones in the air.
“Lend me the car keys,” I asked. “We need a place to talk.”
They instantly knew how Tommy had remained innocent in my room.
“I knew that the car was smelling stanky. I thought it was pizza stench,” Angie accused us.
“Guilty until proved innocent,” I admitted.
“We need to talk about you movin’ down to the second floor.”
“Please, Missy twin sisters, don’ts be throwin’ us in ta the cold winter night.”
“We’ll talks ‘bouts it,” Amy was the reconciler, while Angie just glared at me. I had betrayed them.
I was sad, with my head hanging low.
Jace to the rescue, telling me to get all five of us lying in the new snow, with our heads all touching. We made snow angels again, five perfect angels, heads together and wings all touching.
The twins ran into the house. We giggled and got into the car, starting the engine to get the heater going. Huddled in the backseat, Jack explained to Tommy the difference between Jace and Casper and how he was able to see Casper after letting him fuck him non-stop for a whole day.
“I ain’t fuckin’ no one I cain’t see. Ya kin feel him fuckin’ ya?”
“Ya lets him levitate ya on stage. Fuckin’ cain’t be harder than that,” I told ‘im.
“Ya don’ts mind me fuckin’ someone, er sumthin’, besides you?”
“Jace and me has the sex pact. We don’t fuck anyone else ‘less we’s both there.”
“How’d that work when’s we was foolin’ around all summer?”
“Jace was locked out of my heart and I couldn’t feel ‘im. Ya knows I held ya off as long as possible.”
“Yeah. Ya was a real bitch ‘bout it. Ya kin be so mean. I thoughts it was ‘causa o’Jack.”
“That, too. You was so persistent. What could I do?”
“Ya made me thinks I’s jist yer brother, not lover.”
“Y’all was 14. It felt perverted. I gots molested at that age by my cousin. Ya don’t knows that.”
Jack was bein’ really quiet as we played out our feelings.
“You never told me you were molested,” he piped.
“I told you about Joey, saying I fell in loves with ‘im.”
“Joey, the hustler from ‘Walk on the Wild Side.’”
“I loved ‘im when there’s no way he’d love me back. It was messed up. Even Scott was never really in loves wid me. Just you, Jack. I knows ya rilly loves me.”
That revved his engine and we kissed. Tommy started crying. Jack and I hugged him, but he kept crying.
“I always knowed ya cain’t love me as much as ya loves Jack. I’s jist po’ white trash.”
“Don’t be down on ya self. I do loves ya. I never gots a hard-on once I gots ta Iowa, ‘til I calls ya and felt how much ya loves me. Then when ya gots here an’ I see’d how much ya growed, I was head over heels. Don’t be sellin’ ya self short.”
“Now I see why Michael called and said I was in trouble,” Jack added “You want me to go back to Switzerland?” He looked miserable.
“I loves ya both,” I proclaimed. “And after Christmas ya both will be gone.”
Jace was sitting on the back of the front bench seat. He started signing that he could solve this dilemma. “Tommy loves Huck and Casper. Jack loves Tim and Casper. Jack and Tommy gots ta learn ta love Andy together, while I gets to fuck ya all ‘so’s we kin have a four-way.”
“What he say?” Jack and Tommy asked.
“Y’all gots to learn ta love Andy, that’s who I is now.”
“How’s we do that?”
“Ya gots ta learn ta loves each other.,” I pronounced, “and understand that I loves my twin sisters and ‘Gator , jist not in a gay way.”
“Yer not gay no more?” they both cried.
“I’m gay plus, meaning I can love my family and friends an’ not havta be sexual ‘bout it.”
“Sounds normal,” Jack concluded.
“Exactly, the twins and all my new friends are all nervous ‘bout me now that y’all has come and outed me as gay.”
“You never seemed uncomfortable ‘bouts bein’ gay before?” Jack asserted.
“The whole band crowd was kinda gay themselves or at least not worried ‘bout it. Even Grant.”
“He was just pimpin’ for Clyde,” Jack noted. We both laughed.
“Who’s Clyde?” Tommy had to know.
“Jist a black boy who refused ta give up on me when I was always tellin’ ‘im I loved Jack.”
“Ya’s kinda a slut, Huck.” Tommy decided.
“Y’all gots ta accept I’s able ta be in love wid more than one person at a time.”
“Sounds like a slut to me,” Jack agreed with Tommy.
“We’s all in agreement, I guess. Let’s go back in. Tommy, ya’s already agreed to make the twins loves ya and ‘Gator already does. Jack ya gotta use yer good manners to turn the twins so they’s love ya. As fer ‘Gator, I have no clue how that’s work. My only advice is what everyone always be sayin’, ‘Don’t be so gay.’”
We all laughed and went back into the house.
“Well, that was quick,” Angie noted, “Y’all fucked out already? My car all stanky now?”
“Naw,” Tommy pronounced, “We’s all not bein’ so gay now.”
‘Gator jumped up and tossed Tommy up in the air. “Y’all jist my little buddy still?”
“Yeah, ‘Gator. I still loves Huck, but I loves bein’ yer friend too, Skipper.”
The twins looked relieved. Looking at Jack and me, “Well, I guess y’all kin stay up on the third floor if ya don’t havta be doin’ it all the time.”
“That is the nicest thing,” Jack poured on the charm. “I am so happy to be welcomed here. I swear the three of you really do look like triplets.”
Both girls burst out laughing, then hugged him. Good manners win again.
It was time for midnight services. We had to be there as part of the choir. Hippie wanted to sing, as Anna loved seeing him perform in church. The class chorus asked if they could also sing carols. ‘Gator and the crew just wanted to stay with us longer, agreeing that church couldn’t be as bad as our humiliating bowling losses. I called the choir master, who agreed that the chorus could sing before and after the service. Then I called the Ames Herald reporter who agreed to attend and add another picture to his story. He asked if I could contact our English teacher, Mrs. McCarthy, as he was hearing multiple reports about the Christmas assembly. He thought the whole story was worth more than a photo about caroling. I told him she would speak with him before the service at First Baptist. Jack was sitting with me, as well as persistent Tommy, and asked to call Mummy. He hadn’t told them how he escaped Swiss seminary hell. I called to smooth the waters.
“Hi, Isabel, it’s Tim.”
“Oh, senor Tim, we are so worried. Do you know where Johnny is?”
“He’s right here. ?Esta Sr Stone alli?”
“Y carumba. Si, una momento.”
“Tim. You know where Johnny is?”
“He’s right here with me, in Iowa.”
“We had no idea why he’d run off to Iowa.”
“I live here with my mom now. Here he is. Don’t be mad. He just wanted to be with me.”
I gave the phone to Jack. Tommy and I left him to mend fences.
‘Gator grabbed me, while the twins cornered Tommy.
“How come ya ain’t no wimpy fag, Andy?” he accused me.
“Not all fags are wimpy, ‘Gator.’
“Tell that ta Coach.”
“That’s yer job, my fag defender.”
“Does that mean I’s a fag, too, ‘cause I’s likes ya so much?”
“Not ‘less yer dick gits all twitchy ‘round me.”
“That’s what them cheerleaders is fer.”
“I’ll settle fer lovin’ ya without any bedroom time.”
“’S’cool. But what’s ‘bout Noah hangin’ on ta my butt in the Bunny costume.”
“He’s jist inta kissin’ yer ass ‘cause ya demands that of all yer posse.”
“They’s my crew, that’s all.”
“I ain’t jealous, jist glad ya ain’t mad at me.”
“Why’s I gonna git mad at ya?”
“Not tellin’ ya I has boyfriends.”
“None o’ my business. Ya gonna takes a hit on yer popularity, tho.”
“Popularity breeds contempt.”
“I guess ya’s beneath contempt now.”
‘Gator’s sense of humor seemed to have improved.
Tommy had the twins both hanging onto him, as he beamed. Who knows how he did that. I guess people believe what they want to believe.
Mrs. McCarthy was entranced by our two moms, who ate up her approval. She was over the moon that the chorus was performing at church. I was getting used to church being so important in people’s lives in Iowa. I hoped our consistent church-going would counter-balance the satanic music we had played, plus Tommy’s levitation trick. Best not to burn bridges.
Midnight service was hectic. The reporter kept Mrs. McCarthy busy, while the moms saved her a seat. Tommy, dressed in my coat and tie, sat next to Molly, who promised to keep him on-key with pinches, as we were sitting with the choir. Anna sat on the other side of Tommy, promising to pray for him, as well as my moms and me. Jack was still not on her list. He and Hippie sat with us in the choir, as we were all to sing ‘Amazing Grace’ together after the sermon. Michael and the rest of the players from the assembly filled out the entire row. The chorus was in the back of the church, already singing carols before the service started. Another pew behind the moms was reserved for them. Robby stood in the back, looking ill at ease. Our infiltration of First Baptist reached a high point at midnight services. The twins joined Hippie and Jack, reaching notes beyond the guys’ range. I swear it was better than the Easter performances. Jace floated above everyone. When he sat next to the cross on the altar, I instantly got nervous he was re-resurrecting himself, but he smiled and came over and sat with me while the twins were singing. Why was church making me feel so good, when I’d already been in hell, met the devil, and committed every sin in the Bible. Maybe contrition was easier in a Baptist Church. I was mad at Father Frank for committing Jack to seminary hell. No time for negative thoughts on Christmas. Everyone came back to the house, where Tommy retold the ‘Gatorsaurous legend for ‘Gator’s benefit. He ended up chasing Tommy around the living room, trying to bite his ass, snapping and growling. It was a fit finale to our day.
“Wait fer us upstairs. I gots ta catch up with Jack,” I told Tommy.
He looked distressed. I kissed him and told him it would be his turn next time. He smiled and went over to be with the twins. They said they would show him how to do his hair and makeup for Christmas dinner.
Jack was literally shaking as we walked out to the car. It was covered in snow, making it a perfect hideout from prying eyes.
“Y’all is cold or sumthin?”
“I’s as hot as a cat on a tin roof,” he mimicked my twang, as he jumped into my lap, thrusting his hips so his hard-on rubbed my stomach. We kissed for the longest time. He was snapping my briefs, making me hard as a rock. He pulled down his trousers, with his dick sticking out of the oldest, holiest, worn-out briefs I’d ever seen.”
“Ya cain’t afford new underwear?” I kidded him.
“This was the only thing I had ta remember ya by.”
“Well, least ya kept them nearest to yer parts I loves the best,” as I went down on his skinny dick.’
“Ew, that feels so good,” as he squirmed on my knees. I pushed them apart and kneeling on the car floor, continued to suck his dick.
As he got close to cumming, he started murmuring, “Fuck me, Tim, fuck me.”
He was a total turn-on. I stuck an index finger into the lips of his ass. He exploded into my mouth, his garden hose dick hitting my tonsils like a pinata as it sprayed down my throat. Once he was done, I pulled him onto my dick, teasing his ass with my tip and holding onto his shaft, to keep it from going down. He shuddered from over-stimulation. He then started rocking my dick in and out of his hole, as my pre-cum lubricated the entrance. His knees were squeezing my ribs, each time I entered him. I picked him up and planted his back on the seat, throwing his legs over my elbows, as I drove deeper into his ass. He squealed at every thrust, moaning when I withdrew. Moving his legs up to my shoulders, I was going fully into him, my balls bouncing on his butt. I grunted as he squealed, making a ruckus. I imagined the twins and Tommy, standing outside the snow-covered car and listening to our fucking. It drove me to climax quicker than I wanted. After I came, Jack pushed me back and entered me without preparation or lubricant. It hurt, the first time since I was raped. He never hesitated and kept fucking me. Soon I was in ecstasy, squeezing his hips as he rocked into me. He was done before I was hard again. We stopped, gasping for breath. Pulling on our clothes, I opened the car door, expecting to be confronted by my sisters or other boyfriend. We had been alone.
In the morning, I woke up in bed with Jack on one side, Tommy on the other, and Jace at my feet. Thanks to the twins for insisting on queen-size beds on their floor. I had to admit, I felt queen-sized. Robby and Michael were on the second floor. Hippie and Anna left for his grandparents after midnight services, planning to attend Christmas morning service there. Anna was in her glory. ‘Gator and the boys said they’d come by in the afternoon after going home for their respective gift-giving.
The twins bounced into my room, sniffing and snooping to determine if we had been naughty or nice. We were told to get downstairs for present exchange. We’d been nice, at least for Christmas. Tommy was a nervous wreck, knowing what Jack and I had done in the car. Jace kept Jack busy, while Tommy hung onto me for dear life. I assured him that his turn was next.
“So whatcha thinks o’ Jace?”
“He makes my stomach all warm and relaxed, kinda like fucking.”
“So he turns ya on?”
“Ew, not sure I kin get fucked by a ghost I cain’t even sees.”
”The more ya likes ‘im, the easier it is ta sees ‘im.”
“Does I havta ta get fucked all day to git ta see ‘im, like Jack did?”
“Nah. Hippie and Michael kin see him and they’s straight.”
He sighed his relief.
“It ain’t makin’ love whens ya does it ta git sumthin.’” I told him. “Relax and see where it goes. It’s Jack ya gots ta seduce.”
“But he’s so rich and snooty. Ya says he’s real possessive.”
“Shur, but he’s already sharin’ me with Jace, Flo, Tina and Pete. Yer chances ain’t bad.”
He hugged me tighter. He wasn’t about ta let go. And we had church again, as the choir had to sing at two services.
I hadn’t spent anytime with Robby and Michael, so I sat with them as we ate Mom’s blueberry pancakes.
“Remember the pancakes we got on the road last spring?” I asked them.
“Your mom’s is better,” Robby complimented her.
“You have a sweet deal here,” Michael noted. “Does going Country mean you’re straight now.”
“Pretty much, ‘cept when Jack or Tommy’s around.”
“Your friends were pretty shocked to see ya go at it with them.”
“News travels fast. I gots sum bridges ta repair once school starts in January.”
“Don’tcha wanna git back to Miami?” Robby asked.
“Not ‘til I’s eighteen in July. The cops have a hard-on fer me still.”
“That’s your secret; everyone gets hard-ons around you,” Michael laughed.
“What a great talent, huh?”
“Let’s go out on the porch an’ get high,” Robby pulled out a joint from behind his ear. “Jist fer ol’ times sakes.”
“Why not.” It was Christmas.
We went out on the wrap-around porch, finding a spot where no one could see us from inside or out. I meant to take it easy, so I could at least function, but Robby’s ganja hit me hard. Jace came over and laughed at us. I knew Michael could see him, but Robby was such a hard head, he’d only been able to feel Jace. Michael and I were teasing Robby who never knew when Jace was about to swat him. Robby lost his temper in frustration.
“Ya wanna see ‘im?” I asked. “Hold both my hands,” as I reached out to him.
“Fuck you,” He swore at us for teasing him, He finally took my hands.
“Now relax and stop losin’ yer temper.” I told him. Michael was sitting on a railing, enjoying another Robby magic mean show.
Jace waited until Robby had calmed down. At last, he placed his hands on his shoulders to make him a conduit between our psychic bond.
“Oh,” Robby said, looking directly at Jace. “Ya ain’t aged a day.”
We all hung out, until Jack came out to be with us.
“Robby just let Jace into his heart fer the first time,” I told Jack.
“Y’all’s been smokin’ pot. I kin tell.”
“Ya missed it. We’s plumb out,” I lied to him, not ready to deal with his pot-driven horniness. ”When’d ja start speakin’ like a hick?”
“Y’all’s a bad influence,” as he slid into my arms. Michael and Robby moved away from us, not wanting to be infected by gayness.
“I asked Mummy if I kin stay here.”
That was a twist in my plans. “Wow. Whatch she say?”
“They weren’t ‘bout ta lets me go country. I’s enrolled in some fancy prep school in Massachusetts.”
“That Phillips place they was talkin’ ‘bout?”
“Naw. They rejected me fer runnin’ away from the seminary. Its called Deerfield, outs in the country, not so fancy.”
“Better‘n the monks. Least I kin come visit ya.”
“Wouldja? I gots ta go home tomorrow, ‘fore I cain’t speak proper ‘t’all.”
“Yer leavin’?” We started making out. Michael and Robby left us alone. Tommy showed up as soon as Robby told him where we were. He sat next to Jace, as if he could tell where he was.
“Ya kin see Jace now?”
“Never hads ta fuck ‘im once,” he crowed.
“Maybe getting’ levitated works jist as good.”
Jace put an arm around his shoulders, which made Tommy twitch.
“What’s wrong? Don’tcha likes Jace?”
“He’s yer boyfriend, not mine.”
Trouble in paradise.
“Ya lets ‘im in yer heart, so ya must trust ‘im?”
“I only loves you, Huck,” explaining why Jace couldn’t feel him when he arrived.
It also meant he didn’t love Jack or Casper. Did it mean he wasn’t mature enough or was I just odd for loving everyone? I remembered the limo outside CBGB’s with my boyfriends and girlfriends all piled in the back together, tearing me apart while the guys and I smoked a joint in Uncle Tam’s De Soto. Now it was my three boyfriends all together on the porch.
“I gotta get outta here,” I told them, “so y’all kin decides how ta work it out.”
I went to find the twins. With all the visitors I had been ignoring them.
Why did I think sisters were easier to deal with than lovers? I went up to the third floor and picked up an acoustic guitar. The girls ignored me at first. I strummed Rod Stewart’s ‘You’re in my Heart.’
The twins came out of their room, with hands on hips.
“Ya think ya kin patch it up with a stupid song,” Angie
I repeated the chorus:
“You’re in my heart, you’re in my soul
You’ll be my breath should I grow old
You are my lover, you’re my best friend
You’re in my soul”
“We ain’t your lovers, Andy,” Amy cut me deep.
“I know, but now I needs ya ta be my sisters. I gots too many lovers, but only two sisters.”
“How’s that work when ya lies to us?” Angie went right to the meat of the matter, as usual.
“I warned ya’s I weren’t perfect, but together we’s purdy good.”
“So where’s all yer boyfriends now?”
“Out on the porch, fightin’ it out by trashing me. They’s bondin’ over how I’s so screwed up.”
“We don’t hates ‘em, Andy. Jist that they’ve screwed everything up fer us.”
“Jist ‘cause ya gots a gay brother?”
“To go with gay moms, we’s the homo sisters.”
“Why ya cares ‘bout what others think?”
“We don’ts. But what we think should matter to y’all.”
“Don’tcha see, that’s why I’s here with y’all, and not with them.”
“It’s all water over the dam now,” Angie was always practical.
“I’s gonna ask the moms to let Jack stay and be part o’ the family.”
“We lives in Gay Central,” Angie moaned.
“It is kinda romantic,” Amy was moving toward my side.
“How romantic will ya feel when they’s be goin’ at each other day and night.”
“It might be nice if someone has a boyfriend around here,” Amy defended me.
“Well, ya kin move in with them and watch how disgustin’ they are, stickin’ their things up each other’s butts.”
“What we do is secret. I’ll move back to the second floor so there’s no stinky stank up here.”
“Oh, Andy. Cain’t they jist leave?”
“Great. I’m out to the whole school and my boyfriend has to leave.”
“Okay. He kin stay, but y’all gots to sleep up here so’s we kin keep ya from being super gay.”
“Sisters as gay police. Perfect.”
They hugged me, and we went to tell the moms.
“No way we will allow you to have a live-in boyfriend.”
“I’m seventeen, Moms. You want me to sneak around. That’s dangerous. Especially for gays.”
“This is exactly what your father complained about. You are always plotting things to get around our authority,” Mom complained.
“That may be true in the past. But Jack coming here was a big surprise. He had to escape from a monastery in Switzerland. He can’t go back to Florida until he turns eighteen, just like me. His parents want to lock him away in a New England prep school.”
“Why are you boys always in so much trouble, getting locked up?” Molly asked.”
I was going to try to explain it, but finally said, “We’re young and we’re in love.”
That stopped their angry opposition.
“We have to talk with Jack’s parents first, so don’t think you’re getting your way yet.” They capitulated. I already knew Mummy and Daddy were on my side.
The twins and I skipped out on the porch. Jack and Tommy were bonding over their shared disgust of me. Jace just shrugged when he saw me.
“It’s all settled. Jack’s going to stay with us,” I announced, grabbing him and twirling him around.
Tommy burst into tears. “I knew I couldn’t compete with Jack,” he sobbed.
The twins hugged him and made him feel loved. He perked up once he accepted the decision.
“You girls like younger boys?” he asked the twins.
They swatted him and chased him into the house. Robby and Michael came back out. They obviously had been hitting the bong.
“Everything hunky dory in Tim’s World,” Robby quipped.
“Mission accomplished,” declared Michael. “I’m going back to Miami to be with my girlfriend.”
“Least someone’s normal,” ‘Gator declared.