Jace’s Place Chapter 4 Part 1

I feel flush with $90 in my pocket, but the rings I’ve gotten for everyone don’t seem enough. At least I can get Dad and Susan something nice. Jace and I ride to the Grove and window shop. I find a tie in Air Force blue with yellow stripes for Dad. For Susan I thought some perfume would be nice. Jace says it’s too difficult to pick out a scent she likes, as I was clueless about her personal tastes.
“How about a ‘World’s Greatest Mom’ cup,” Jace suggested.
“Too manipulative. A mug would be a joke.”
We find an antique shop where there’s some nice knickknacks. I pick out a small desk mirror. She can keep herself looking good, so dad won’t return her for a newer model. We both laugh at that idea.
“I want to get something for you,” Jace says.
“You’re all I want, dude,” I reassured him.
“That’s not enough, and you already have me.”
We stand there arguing, until a young adult in snappy clothes walks up to us.
“Having a little argument, boys, about Christmas gifts?”Tim 278
We look at him strangely, wondering why he’s talking to us.
“Come into my store,” he points us to an overly lit-up curio shop, “I know exactly what you need.”
“How do you know that?” Jace challenges him.
“Well, boys, forgive me if I’m wrong, but you seem obviously taken with each other. Fighting about what you’re getting each other for Christmas, my shop is meant for you.”
We looked at the store’s name, ‘Out & Proud,’ and laughed. Tiim 157
“Are we that obvious?” I ask.
“You’re not going to tell me you’re in the closet?”
“Everybody knows,” we confess.
“I’m so proud of you. How old are you?”
“Fifteen and sixteen,” Jace answers.
“Good Lord. No wonder you’re so happy. Let me show you my best out & proud stock.”

He shows us earrings and bandannas. Then scarfs and oversized hats. Shoes with spats. A wide selection of underwear, which I shunned, telling the clerk I don’t wear any. He actually blushes at my remark. Finally he finds us matching pairs of Ray Bans that are perfect at $25 each. I still have walking around money left. The clerk tells us his name, Felix. He asked what school we went to.
“Gables, but we mostly ditch. We have a band, called False Gods.”
“You have me fooled; you look like real gods in those shades.”
We sing to him, ‘get on your knees, we answer your pleas.”
Felix gets all fluttery, dropping to his knees. I’m afraid he wants to give both of us blow jobs.Tim 124
“I pray that Santa will bring me a cute boy this year, just like you boys.”
“Your wish is our command.”
“Such good gods, you do please.”
He asks if we go to any of the gay clubs up in North Miami.
“We’re pretty local without a car.”
“I’ll give you a ride anytime you want,” he smiles coyly.
He asks us what kind of music we played. We said we do mostly covers.
“Do you do Abba?”
We checked each other and start to sing, “Mamma Mia, here I go again…’
“You are such cuties. Tonight’s amateur night at the Eros Lounge. I’ll drive you if you want to go.”
Jace asks, “Is there prize money?”
“Oh, honey, you’ll be the prize if you enter. Come by before 9 o’clock when I close the shop.”
“We’ll think about it,” I tell him.

We pedaled home, wearing our new shades. Tim 17  We have the night off from rehearsal, still burned out from the frat gig. Sitting in my window, we discuss the pros and cons of doing a drag show.
“What if they want us to strip?” Jace asks.
“It’s for money, why not?”
“What if I get hard while I’m naked?”
“We’ll be sure to win.”
“You don’t care? What if someone sees us there?”
“How many people we know might be in a North Miami gay bar? If there is someone, are they going to say why they’re there?”
“We shouldn’t use our real names.”
“Okay. How about Max deBowser for you and Cry Baby for me,” and we start giggling.
“Do we have to wear dresses?”
“Not if it’s a strip club.
“What song do we do? Queen should get those old queens going.”
“Let’s do the Abba song we did for Felix.” We practiced our stripping while singing and dancing.Tim181
Finally it was 8:30 pm. We must to decide to really go or not.
“What the hell,” we both agree.

Felix had a mischievous grin when he sees us ride up as he is locking the shop.
“I was sure you boys would chicken out.”
“We’ll just duck. You’ll be the only chicken on the menu tonight… Sorry Felix.”
He laughs. We chattered away during the drive to the other side of Miami. Once there, we start to walk in the bar. There’s a bouncer, who stops and asks us for IDs. Felix catches up and explains that we were the entertainment that night.
“I’ll take 15% of any tips they make.”
“Sure, boss,” Felix agrees. In we go.

I’ve been around gay guys in New York and LA, but for Jace, this was another first experience. I notice he’s fully aroused even before we go in, which makes me semi-hard. The place is dimly lit. At 10 o’clock it’s prime cruising time. Felix has us follow him while he finds the owner. Felix himself is a good ten years younger than everybody else. We’re ogled by everyone as we wind our way through the club. More than once I feel someone grab my ass.army ad 02 I notice by the time we find the owner, Jace is quite skittish from the cruising. After some discussion, they agree we can perform in amateur hour, but if we win and come again, we’ll need some kind of ID. We swear we ‘re eighteen. He doesn’t believe us. Felix sits us down, near the bar and buys us a couple of beers.
“Nervous?” he asks.
“Can we just sing or do we have to strip?” I ask Felix.
“It’s your act. You’ll be competing against single, older strippers. Since you’re a duo, you’ll have to be twice as good as them.”
“What’s the prize money?”
“Fifty bucks.”
“Great, but look at Jace. If he doesn’t calm down, he’ll be fully hard the whole time.”
“You might get a bonus for that.”
“How about you jump up once we’re done with the song. We’ll split the money three ways?”
“If you guys are up there with hard-ons, there may be more than just me who wants to jump up.”
“Then you’ be our bouncer, if need be.” He weighs about 140 pounds and doesn’t seem like a fighter.
Looking around we observe the crowd for the first time. I classify them as ‘rough trade,’ all in leather, jeans and boots. We already have their attention. Everyone we look at stares really hard at us. I start planning a quick exit, if needed. Felix says there was back door, near the go-go platform. I tell him to follow us if we go for the exit. He’s our ride.

The first ‘amateur’ comes out as the DJ plays some slow, country-western song. He doesn’t really dance. As he strips, his paunchy belly looks like Jell-O in motion. He seems embarrassed but his friends are cheering him on. He stops when all he has left to strip off are his white jockey shorts. The next guy has on a lamee outfit, which he swiftly removes. His tiny lamee briefs didn’t excite anyone. When he tries to tease the crowd by removing the briefs, he gets little reaction. The third one has the tough guy look, mirroring most of the bar’s patrons. He quickly gets everything off and reveals a long wiener hot dog dick that he swings around to the music. He’s the clear front-runner, but the crowd isn’t really into it. We’re next. The MC announces we’re two boys come all the way from Coral Gables to compete. Someone boos at the Gables. We had told the DJ what to play. Jace and I stood back to back,  rubbing our butts together, which gets some attention. Then we jump into Mamma Mia,Tim 39



“Mamma mia, here I go again
My my, how can I resist you
Mamma mia, does it show again
My my, just how much I’ve missed you
Yes, I’ve been brokenhearted
Blue since the day we parted
Why, why did I ever let you go
Mamma mia, even if I say
Bye bye, leave me now or never
Mamma mia, it’s a game we play
Bye bye, doesn’t mean forever”
Mamma mia, here I go again ’ (we pull our tee shirts over our heads)Tim 144
‘My my, how can I resist you
‘Mamma mia, does it show again’ (we roll our jeans down to show both our hard cocks)
‘My my, just how much I’ve missed you’ (we grind our cocks together)
‘Yes, I’ve been brokenhearted
Blue since the day we parted
Why, why did I ever let you go
Mamma mia, now I really know’ (we pull each other’s jeans down and step out naked)
‘My my, I could never let you go’ (we kiss and grind our bodies together)

Andersson, Benny / Anderson, Stig / Ulvaeus, Bjoern K
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Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group

Then, we go back to the chorus and sing it through naked as jaybirds.       Tim 11 Felix doesn’t jump up, but he’ scurries around the go-go platform collecting all the money patrons are throwing at us. We keep singing the chorus and are giving the crowd a good show.  Then someone yells, “Raid.”  Tim 10Felix grabs both of us and hustles us out the back door. We run down the back alley, still naked, pausing only when we’re in Felix’s car to put on our jeans and tees. tim-792 We drive away in a hurry.
“That’s exciting,” I note while Jace giggles. “We didn’t plan that grand finale though.”
“Hey,” Jace asks. “Did we win the contest?”
“Hands down,” Felix answers, “or should I say pants down. I’ll collect the prize next time I’m up here, but here’s the split of your tips.”
That remark seems much funnier while we speed down I-95 toward home. Felix had collected over $200 in tips. He give us $100 each and he keeps the over.
“You guys know how to put on a show. I’ll give you that.”
“Probably our only illegal show for a while. We’re not really into getting busted.”
“I canset up private shows if you’re willing to go all the way.”
“We just did it for fun, Felix. We’re too young to get jaded,” I decide. Jace looks a bit unhappy with my decision. Later I’d give him Joey’s rules about selling innocence. Tim 531

It’s past midnight when we get home. Jace is still worked up from our show.
“We’ve played parties, frat houses, and now gay bars. When will we get an actual show?”
“I think we need to work on our own songs before we are ready to go public. When we play covers, we’re ‘sposed to pay some company that collects fees. We can avoid that by staying with strictly private shows.”
“You mean all these songs in my head belong to someone I’m ‘sposed to pay to play?’
“Yeah, we are the entertainment, but some business person or corporation gets paid if we do covers.’’
“Pay to play sucks,” he grumbles.747e14f790432289ebba48ae9c2f45fb

“Well, look at it this way; we’re just having crazy fun. You’ve gotten very business oriented of late.”
“Somebody’s got to be.”
“Usually it’s the band manager. In the long run he’ll defraud us of the big bucks.”
“Why are we the ones who get exploited?”
“’Cause we like it.’ Oops, now I owe Mick Jagger 50 cents.”
I figure Jace is complaining because he’s all worked up. I move behind him and start giving him a back and neck massage. He’s really tense.
“I know where this leads,” he grins. ”How about we go back to the part where we take each other’s clothes off?”
I put my hands under his sweaty tee-shirt and slowly raise it over his head. He gets up and drags me to the middle of the room, unbuttoning my jeans, and rolling them down so just my prick sticks out. Tim 59 It boomerangs back and forth from my jeans to my belly. I take his jeans down to his knees as he pulls my sweaty tee-shirt over my head. It’s a slow form of foreplay, unlike our wham bam thank you ma’am style of fucking.
“This is the part they missed at the gay bar,” I lift Jace and throw him on the bed, pulling his jeans all the way down and off. Facing each other on our knees, we duel with our hard dicks, Tim 304 until Jace starts tickling me. I’m an easy target and can’t stop laughing. Tim 263
“What’s so funny/” as he lifts my legs over his shoulders, poking me in the butt with his dick.
“Dick-head,” I murmur as it pokes me. Reaching behind him I finger his ass until I can feel his pre-cum lubricating my ass. Grabbing both his butt cheeks, I pull him sharply into me just as his dick is right at my rear door. He impales me with all his cock on the first thrust. I flinch, and then moan, as he draws back. I hold him so he can’t withdraw completely. When he stops I pull him deep inside me.  Then he starts rocking in and out. My dick is caught between our two bellies, with Jace’s fucking motion creating copious pre-cum.  My dick is slithering on the lubricant. I suddenly pull a wrestling reversal and find myself on top with him on his back. The pre-cum makes my entry easy. He just moans as I fuck him. He lets me pump him ten times. Then we reverse roles. I lie face down with his dick stabbing me like a chef’s paring knife with swift, short strokes.Tim 558 That feels so great. I arch my back so he can reach my prostrate with every in and out stroke. It’s so good I fail to realize I]m going over the edge of no-return. I quickly push him out, turn his body so he’s sitting on my knees. I geyser a huge wad that hits him in the eye and drips down his cheek. 

He sticks out his tongue and licks my cum off his face. Next he pulls my legs over his shoulders again, lifting my butt, and impaling me. I continue to spurt jism all over his stomach.  He rocks me in the ass with a straining dick that goes all the way in just as I finish my climax. Each one of his strokes makes me shake from the come down to my orgasm. As I hold him tightly, he rocks in and out, pushing my head against the headboard. Not only is he fucking my body, but he’s fucking my brains out. He lasts about a minute, pulling out and evening the score with jism hitting me all over my stomach and face, and some in my hair. He collapses and rolls off me. I cuddle up next to him, whispering in his ear, “Seems like performing for gay guys gets you worked up.”
“No, it’s strictly you. Those guys are not attractive.”
“Even Felix?”
“He’s cool. A little faggy.”
“You guess?”
“Well, if he wasn’t ‘out & proud,’ we’d never be in that club tonight.”
“You like being pimped out, don’t you.”
“Well, I ain’t going to pimp myself.”
“Then all those guys got a cheap thrill tonight. I’m amazed that they gave us some much in tips.”
“I bet they hoped to give us more than just their tips.” Jace smiles. Konstantin02

We keep talking until the sexual tension is gone, then fall asleep in each other’s arms and legs locked together. In the morning I’m stiff from not moving all night. It feels like I’m one big hard-on. We  go straight to the garage. Nobody was there yet, so we play toss and fetch with Max. When the dog gives up looking for weed, he also gives up the game. As we leave, I saw someone looking out the dining room window – it’s John.
“Hey Jace, your punk ass brother’s watching us. Go yell at the dining room window; we gotta find out what’s up.”
When he comes back, he says the garage is a total bust now. The cops are watching it for drug activity.
“I’m gonna beat his ass when I see him,” Jace is pissed. I hadn’t seen this part of his personality.Copy of Ichigo05
“You ain’t gonna do that, Jace.”
“Yeah, but just for once, I need to get all this aggression out. I’d never hurt John. Just wish I could, though, make me feel stronger.
“You’re such a wimp. Do I gots to defend ya?”
“What the fuck you tryin’ ta say?”
“Are we two sissy boys lost in Florida?”
Jace looks really shocked. “You? That’s not Tim talking? I know you fucked a hillbilly, but that good ol’ boy talk don’t cut it in Miami.”
Oh my god. I’m being Floyd. I let him fuck me once. Now a little bit of him cums out every once in a while. We walk Max back to my room, but the dog insists we look for pot. If ever there was clear case of pot abuse, then Max would be the first exhibit. Also for animal abuse. Max leads us to Robby’s window for a joint. We pile into the room where all the other ditchers are lying about. When Robby sees me, he got that evil look on his face  that said he had found his target of abuse and was ready to pounce.
“Hey, did you hear about them gay boys in North Miami who got busted by the police for doing a sex act at a gay bar. The police say they were from the Gables. Must’ve been some of your friends, gay-bo.”
Everyone laughs.
“How’d you hear that?” Jace asks.
“It’s on the news. Said they’re still looking for the boys.”
Jace isn’t shy, “Guess what. You’ve found them. We’re right here.”
Everybody is asking us questions at once.
Robby stands up. “Quiet. Now tell us you’re just putting us on.”
“We went to a gay bar last night with a guy we met in the Grove, for their amateur contest. We won fifty bucks for singing an ABBA song. Then we made a whole lot more from tips when we stripped. Someone yelled ‘raid,’ so we took off running bare ass through the alley.”
For once Robby was at a loss for words. Tim 268
“You gonna spark that joint. Max is waiting outside for sloppy seconds.” Max barks when he hears his name.
Robby asks, “Max gonna be part of your sex act next time?” tim-803
They all howl with laughter, making Max howl back. Each time someone takes a hit, they stick their head out the window. Max has his front paws up on the side of the house, waiting for his hit. Jace has to carry Max up the stairs to my room.
“We’ve hit the news,” Jace proclaims. “Bad publicity is better than none”
“Probably best we don’t tell anyone else about our ‘sex act.’” Then I ask him, ”Of all these shows, parties, frats, and gay bars, which one was the best?”
“We made the most money at the frat, we got the biggest tips at the gay bar, and the party was a hassle getting our friends in and being paid the least.”
“So what are we doing for Christmas?”

“We’re gonna pah-tay.”
He has the right attitude for where we are at as a new band. The more we play, the better we get. We’re gaining fans.

We have to figure out how to pay the backup singers. Mary has been getting a full share, while Flo and Edi didn’t get shit yet. I decide if they rehearse with us, they should get a full share when we perform. Jace thought they aren’t as important as the musicians, but I argued it’s a slippery slope to pay anyone less than all the others. Jace rub my butt crack,
“This is what I call a slippery slope.” Tim 170
I slap him away. He tackles me for a wrestling match which ends when he blows a load in his jeans without even knowing he’s hard. Young love.

Before the next gig, I go back to the head shop and purchase two additional spoon rings. Now all eight of us will have one. That night at rehearsal, I call a band meeting. Of course, the meeting is called to disorder by smoking a doobie first.
“All right. Everyone mellow? Let’s talk about our look for the parties we’ve booked.”
Robby pipes up, “We ain’t going naked, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“Yeah. How much did you make at the gay bar?” Michael wants to know.
“What are you talking about. We’d never do a show without the rest of you,” I lie.
“And we’ll never do a show like that.”
“Well, that settles that. There ain’t no Gay Gods.”
“You’re lying,” Hippie Greg decides.
“Okay, settle down, The question isn’t whether we go naked but what to wear at these parties.
I note, “Jace and I have been wearing suits and white dress shirts.”
“Too Mod,” says Michael
“Drummers don’t have to wear anything special. No one sees you behind your kits.” They both had elaborate drum sets, with double bass drums, three sets of tom toms, a snare, high hat, and three cymbals – thirteen different drums. Tim 608
Hippie Greg doesn’t have a black suit, so we agreed to just wear white dress shirts, black trousers, and no shoes.
Then I announce, “I have a present for everyone, pulling out the five ring boxes. “Merry Christmas.”
They all look pleased and slip their rings on various fingers, squeezing the ring tight.
Looking over at Flo and Edi, who look left out, “I proposed that the two girls be official members of the Jacettes.”

Everyone cheered. Jace and I get on our knees, holding out the two extra rings I bought and propose, “Will you join our band?”Tim179
Everyone is happy, except Hippie Greg who is worried his ring will interfere with his bass playing.
“You can’t get any worse,” Robby jokes.
“My next proposal is how we split the money from each gig. I say everyone in the band gets the same amount, an equal share.”
This idea was not universally welcome, but finally they all agree.
Dave asks, “What about the roadies?”
“You get in for free to parties you’d never be invited to, and you get first pick of the groupies who want to meet us hard-working musicians.”
“Next, do we want to keep Michael’s dad as manager, by making it official?”
Someone yells, “Pizza and beer.”
Jace yells, “Marshall Stacks, Marshal Stacks.”
Hippie Greg ask, “Who’s this Marshall Stack?”


“I take it that’s an affirmative. Now we have to decide what songs we’ll do at the dance party for Michael’s girlfriend on New Year’s.”

This question leads to a jam session in which we only do 50s and 60s pop oldies, including early Beatles hits. The girls/Jacettes are really into it. They promise to practice synchronized moves for each song. They keep flashing their fingers like they were showing off engagement rings. When we finish, I feel well-organized. Except for the constant arguments between Robby and Michael about drum solos, we’re harmonic. I act as leader but everyone has a say. No one is making more money than the rest of us. At the end of practice, Robby asks us how much we made at the gay bar.
“$125 each, mostly from tips,” Jace answers, forgetting our appearance is supposed to be a secret.
Robby challenges us, “Show us all what you did for $125.”
Never too shy to put on a show, we started singing ‘Mamma Mia,’ wiggling our butts to the chorus:

“Mamma mia, here I go again
My my, how can I resist you
Mamma mia, does it show again
My my, just how much I’ve missed you.’

“Is that all you had to do for $125?”
“Well, it was a contest with a $50 prize. We had to camp it up and strip down. You wanna see that?”
Everybody but Robby goes, “Ow, no way.”
“We’ll show you the non-porno part:”


‘Mamma mia, here I go again ’ (we pulled our tee shirts over our heads).
‘My my, how can I resist you (we waved the shirts and tossed them).
Mamma mia, does it show again’ (we rolled our jeans down).                    Tim 143
“Stop, stop, enough,” everyone yells.
“Once we got everything off, we sang the whole song through. That’s when the cops showed up. We hightailed it out the back door, running bare ass down the alley to the car.”
“You was naked in the street?” Hippie Greg gasps.
“Yeah, we were runnin’ wild in the streets.” Tim 138


I noticed that Jace is hard again; he doesn’t even know it.  That dick has a mind of its own. Flo and Edi notice it while we re talking. They’re more embarrassed than we were. His hard-on has obviously told my dick to wake up too.
I asked, “Do you like your rings?”
“Oh, yes,” Flo says and gives me a big kiss.  Rubbing up against me, my hard-on s sending signal’s to Jace’s dick to keep up.
“Where’s my kiss?” he asks Edi, with his hands on his hips.  She runs over and gives him a demure peck on the lips. The old Jace would have settled for just that. My newer, improved version takes Edi into an embrace. He French-kisses her firmly and deeply. She comes up gasping.  She then runs to the bathroom, with Flo following her.
“You better work on your technique.” I kid him.
“No. Now she knows where I stand. I made a statement.”
Since no one is noticing, I pull him in an embrace and French him as strongly as he has just done Edi. Tim 241 I could taste her on his lips. It’s kinda citrus fruity.
“Can you taste Flo?” I ask.
“Yeah, sort like mint. ‘Double your pleasure, double the fun with Double Mint, Double Mint, Double Mint gum.’” He sings.
“Your girlfriend tasted like Juicy Fruit.”
He gives me that devilish grin and said, “Maybe we can do both of them for my 16th birthday orgy.”
“Did I hear the word ‘orgy,’” Robby asks.
“We’re talking about what we saw last night at the gay bar,” I lie.
“Oh, that’s so gross.” Changing the subject, he asks, “Since you got all that cash, how about a Sorrento’s pizza and beer run?”
“Since we had to strip for the money, you’ll have to strip for the pizza,” I tell him.
“Okay,” as he starts to pull down his jeans. Tim 142
“No, no. At Sorrento’s.”

Robby doesn’t strip, but I pay the bill and Jace pays the tip. Sorrento’s is a perfect place for us, privileged white kids in a Hispanic neighborhood eating Italian food. We were invisible there. One time Iggy bought a pound of pot and divided it into ounces right in our booth. We always smoke a doobie as if it was an appetizer, which it most definitely is. None of us wore shoes. We do as we wish because we’re entitled. These musings make me think we need to broaden our appeal. At least the Jacettes were all Hispanic, but in a sense they were assimilated. Robby keeps ragging on Hippie Greg for his sloppy bass playing. He meets a Cubano kid who says he’ll play bass for us. I insist we meet him at his home, a Spanish neighborhood near the Orange Bowl. His name is Joe, but when we met his family, they all call him Jose. I use my high school Spanish to impress his parents. It just embarrasses him, especially the fact he has to share his bedroom with two younger brothers. He plays great and has Peter Frampton hair and white skin with freckles. He dresses as we do and is our age. He badly wants to be assimilated into our white boy culture. Robby is totally fixated on him. His parents notice and nix his chance to join. We all feel terrible for him. He promises to come to our shows, but never did. We’re all kids. The cards are stacked in our favor because of our race. Hippie Greg never knew we wanted to replace him. He has a car and license, which none of us has yet managed. And bass players are not that important; they’re like the foundation that establishes the beat and the major chord of a song, but you don’t really see or hear them.

Feeling frisky and energized after a night of endless sex, we ride to the Grove and see Felix at ‘Out & Proud.’ He has our fifty bucks from amateur night and fills us in on the consequences of our performance. The cops found a score of customers who were holding pot and poppers. They threaten to close the club if anyone underage is found there again. Any hint of sex acts will get the owner arrested. The owner says he made twice the usual amount from the bar that night.
“Do they want us back?” Jace asks.

Felix says we we’re shut down.
“Well, we made the most of that gig,” I pronounce.
Felix enjoys our company and isn’t concerned about the status of a sleazy bar in North Miami. He explains that he lived with a ‘sugar daddy’ in the Grove, who is financing “Out & Proud.” He asks if we’ll hang out at the store, as we were sure to bring in the right kind of customers. He’ll even pay us for performing (musically only) on the sidewalk in front. We negotiate an agreement to each be paid 5% of the store’s receipts when we perform there. Jace is becoming a good negotiator. I appreciate that he sees music as a career and wants to learn how it works for his future. I’m having too much fun to be really serious about it. We do a couple of a Capella songs for Felix, including the Chordettes’ Lollypop song

and Little Antony’s ‘Tears on my Pillow,’

“You don’t remember me,
but I remember you,
it was not so long ago,
you broke my heart in two.
Tears on my pillow,
pain in my heart.
Caused by you, you.’’

Writer(s): Sylvester Bradford, Al Lewis

When we sing to a couple walking by, they want to donate, thinking we’re buskers. We tell them we’re hired to bring customers into “Out & Proud.” Naturally they go inside and shop. After a couple of hours we tell Felix we have to go. He pays us each $20 from the 400 bucks he had in sales that afternoon. I’m thinking pizza and beer while Jace is dreaming ‘Marshall Stacks, Marshall Stacks.’ We decide to visit Jill, keeping up on our responsibility as her gay parents, now that Wilkie is gone. She lets us in and does seem pretty downhearted. We sang ‘Tears on my Pillow,’ which did make her shed a tear. Then we did the Beatles’ ’She Loves You,’ but changed it to He Loves You.

We make her cry and laugh, like good gay parents. Before leaving, we give her the address of the Saturday night’s party gig. We tell her she had to hang out with us, so no straight guys will make her forget Wilkie.
“Thanks, you guys. It means a lot to me.”
“It’s our responsibility. David doesn’t want you unhappy and missing him by yourself; we’re your gay parents to keep you from crying on some scheming student’s shoulder.”
“Come back anytime.” She gives both of us a hug.

We decide to again ask for requests at the upcoming party. We want to get everyone dancing, so we’ll start out doing Bee Gees covers, like ‘Stayin’ Alive.’

The Jacettes will have to step up more and really be out front with their chorus vocals. Mary has been working with Flo and Edi on synchronized dance steps and hand motions. I tell them they’ll have their mic moved to the front. All three girls say they’re ready. We go over certain songs to make sure they know the songs well enough to just sing out: ‘You should be Dancing.’ ‘The Hustle,’ ‘Celebration,’ ‘The Time Warp from Rocky Horror,’ ‘If You Don’t Love Me by Now.’




I’m satisfied that all these songs are etched in their memories. Robby suggests we do our version of the whole ‘Rocky Horror Picture Show’ for a later party. We decided to see how well the Time Warp goes. Iggy complains the songs we’re doing sucks and wants a Stooges’ song that he’ll sing. I suggest we might get a request for ‘I Wanna Be Your Dog.’ He doesn’t get that I’m joking and runs off to find a dog collar and leash. Jace tells him to stay away from Max. We hang around the girls and chat to get to know them more. All three were in the choir at Mary’s Santeria Gospel Chapel. Does that mean they were all ‘goodie goodie two shoes,’ we ask
“Compared to you two, we’re saints.” Flo answers.
“Saints and sinners, that’s a hot combination,” Jace observes.
“You two are either headed for the devil, or are already there and trying to kidnap our souls.”
“We can be good.” I tell them. “Invite us to your service on Sunday.”
“I don’t believe there’s enough holy water to protect everyone from the likes of you.”
Robby hears holy water. He has to retell the tale of Dave and Jazz running down the street, thinking the devil was going to drag them to hell when he added Alka-Seltzer to holy water. They thought he was burning in damnation. The girls are scandalized by this blasphemy.
I protest, “That was entirely Robby’s prank. We’re innocent.”
Flo gives me a wicked look, “So all these tales about visions and strip shows are untrue?”
“Well, maybe not, but Robby’s prank is on him.”
Then she smiles and asks, “Well, what about you both being gay?”
I put my arm around Jace, and we both say, “Gay as the day is long, but straight at night is our song.”
That doesn’t satisfy her, but it makes her think about it.
I go over and give her a real kiss. Jace does the same with Edi. Then we kiss each other.

“You boys are too much.”
I start the old Sonny & Cher song:

‘They say we’re young and we don’t know.
We won’t find out until we grow.
Well I don’t know if all that’s true
‘Cause you got me, and baby I got you

Babe, I got you babe
I got you babe’

Flo watches me singing this to Jace, which startles her, so she finishes the song:

‘I got you to hold my hand
I got you to understand
I got you to walk with me
I got you to talk with me’
Then we alternated the next lines:
“I got you to kiss goodnight
I got you to hold me tight
I got you, I won’t let go
I got you to love me so’
And together, we sang:
“I got you babe”
Published by
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc

“I guess we need to add this song for the party,” I decides. Flo looks at the bulge in my pants and observes, “You always get hard when you perform. It’s so cute.”
“You wouldn’t call it cute if you actually saw it.”
All three girls scream and ran off to the bathroom.

That night Jace and I are sitting in my window.
“You might consult me before telling everyone we’re gay,” I complain.
“I just tell the people I want to know it. Does it bother you when we kiss in public?”
“It never bothers me when we kiss. I get a little embarrassed when my jeans tent up.”
“I always get hard when we perform together. To me, you’re the only one in the room.”
He leans over and kisses me. “I prefer the real thing to get me hard,” and he lets me wrap my arms around him.
“You get hard just thinking about it?” I ask.
“I never know what my dick is thinking, like the other night when we were wrestling, I have no idea when I came. I didn’t even notice until we stopped. How about when you’re with Flo?”
“We made a pact that you won’t fuck anyone unless I’m there. I’ll do the same. Orgies or nothing.”
“Really? I’d hate it if you had sex without me being there.
“Poor Flo and Edi. We treat them like skank groupies.”
“No we don’t. They now know we’re together, so if they still are attracted to us, it’s all for one, one for all.”
“The Four Musketeers.”
“The Four Mouseketeers.”
I sit there quietly with Jace in my arms. Tim 445 All my plots for sex disappear when I realized he’s fallen asleep. I get us both up and sleep-walk him to bed. He sigh once I jump in and wraps himself around me. I love him so much, I automatically cum from just his embrace. Maybe I should start wearing underwear. I keep the cum warm enough to fall asleep.

The problem with always skipping school is you can’t look forward to vacation. You don’t have anything different to do for the weeks everyone else is off. Robby explains this to me when he has twice as many kids coming round; we call them the tourists. All they do when they got stoned is look around. Part-timers who can’t maintain. It’s all part of his pot theory of always being high; maintaining is the enlightened stage of stoniness. You’re in control but your suppressed alter ego can break out at any moment and make you act like a foolish child. Paranoia strikes deep. Jace and I stop hanging out during the tourist season. Felix keeps paying us slave wages to entertain potential customers. Tim 96 Lunch hour is the best, but it means getting up in the morning as if there’s school, hanging out at the garage, getting high, taking Max to the Grove, and shilling for Felix. With the Ray Bans, we assume new identities for these sidewalk shows. I’m ’Blind Willie,’ Max s my seeing eye dog, and Jace is my attendant.


We take requests and don’t get busted by the cops because we don’t play Heavy Metal. Pretty soon we have teen groupies. Felix put out a bench. If a request is for a love song, I get one of the groupies to join me on the mic, so I can sing to her. They stay there all afternoon, waiting for me to sing to them. On a day all the girls have left,  there are three boys sitting on the bench. They’re 13 to 14 years old. I can tell who’s the boss of the group, who’s just a follower, and the one who doesn’t fit in. I chose odd ball to come up. I tell Jace we’ll play Leslie Gore’s ‘My Boyfriend’s Back.’ “And there’s going to be trouble,”to this kid. He’s clueless, going along with the song.

“He’s been gone for such a long time.
(Hey, la-di-la, my boyfriend’s back.)
Now he’s back and things will be fine.
(Hey, la-di-la, my boyfriend’s back.)
You’re gonna be sorry you were ever born.
(Hey, la-di-la, my boyfriend’s back.)
‘Cause he’s kinda big and he’s awful strong.
(Hey, la-di-la, my boyfriend’s back.)
And he knows about your cheatin’,
Now you’re gonna get a beatin’.

Inspired by the lyrics, his friends jump up and starting thrashing around on the sidewalk. We repeat the song.

“He’s been gone for such a long time.
(Hey, la-di-la, my boyfriend’s back.)
Now he’s back and things will be fine.
(Hey, la-di-la, my boyfriend’s back.)
You’re gonna be sorry you were ever born.
(Hey, la-di-la, my boyfriend’s back.)
‘Cause he’s kinda big and he’s awful strong.
(Hey, la-di-la, my boyfriend’s back.)
And he knows about your cheatin’,
Now you’re gonna get a beatin’.

The friends yell, “You’re gonna get a beatin,’ and attack their friend who offers no resistance. Tim 208 We sing on;
• ‘(Hey, la-di-la, my boyfriend’s back.)
La-di-la, my boyfriend’s back!
La-di-la, my boyfriend’s back!’

• Songwriters: Feldman, Bob / Goldstein, Gerald / Gottehrer, Richard
© EMI Music Publishing

We realize that his friends just look violent. They were actually pulling their punches and kicks. They pick him up from the curb and dust him off.

I walk over and say, “Ready for round two?”

Everyone crowds around Jace who starts the song over again. Mayhem ensues. All the kids are singing the lyrics and when “Now you’re gonna get a beatin’ is sung, everyone jump the same kid. I take his side and we stand our ground. Tim 309 None of the blows are killers. Everyone is stomping around. Anyone who gets knocked down, unable to get up, is kicked around until they’re outside the circle. The kid I defended is thrilled that someone has taken his side, instant hero-worship – False Gods rule.

Felix comes running out. We all have to leave because a neighbor called Metro Police. After we put away the gear, Felix tells us to stay and act like sales clerks if the cops come. We tell him we need better clothes than our ratty jeans and missing-button shirts. He says just to grab what we wanted. He acts mad, but then he winks. Later he tells us he took in $800 that day. Sure enough the cops show up. Felix does all the talking, explaining that Christmas break meant a lot of kids are hanging out. He’s glad to kick them out.

The officer starts to warn Felix about next time, Felix interrupts,“It’s likely to happen again, but I will keep it under control. The neighbor who called and told me to expect the police thought the kids were really fighting. They’re just dancing to a song.”
“Well, keep the music down.”
“Peace, brother,’ Felix say as the cop leaves.
He turns to us. For the first time he uses his appraising eye on the clothes we choose. He approves of the tight jeans, but substitutes long-sleeved tee shirts instead of the flowery blouses we have. We tell Felix about the parties we’re playing during the holiday season, asking him to pick out accessories for our performances. He pulls out a chiffon scarf and sequin gloves for me to wear when we play metal, cowboy hats for oldies, a pair of Zoot suits for our soul show, and Hawaiian style shirts for surf songs. We appoint him our stylist. He’s happy to be participating, especially after we tell him we’re playing a private party at Viscaya on New Year’s Eve.

We have one party before Christmas and a couple on the weekend before New Year’s. We really don’t have time to rehearse. I want the Jacettes to be ready for Viscaya. We’ll do a soul song for them to step up front. I ask Mary to work with Flo and Edi to do the whole Supremes act. I tell them to practice backups on a couple of Jackson Five hits. These local Gables college kids have a limited taste in pop music. I think we should throw the soul songs on first, before we got into their metal and blues anthems. ‘The Jackson Five opening live for Black Sabbath. Then we’ll run through their favorites to get the crowd going, We’ll switch to a jam, asking Iggy to do his ‘Dog’ howl, and finally let anyone who dare to come up and do a song they know best. These are kids a couple of years older than us; we all share the same pop taste. So it s easy. People will ask how we know so many different types of songs. It’s just the hits. Jace always knows the riffs. We all just follow him. My singing is honed by all the singalongs I’ve always done since junior high. I have perfect pitch on vocals. The fun part is going beyond my natural range. I can even be Michael Jackson. If I blow a chord, it’s cool. Jace always fills in my mistakes on rhythm. It’s easy. We need to have our own songs, but that will come. We had three – False Gods, Drugs, and the Love Song. After the party season is over we can spend the time coming up with our own set. The parties are a blast. Hell, it’s Christmas, ‘hark the herald angels sing.’ Tim 228

Christmas is on Wednesday; we have a party the prior Saturday, caroling on Christmas Eve, parties on Friday and Saturday after, and the New Year’s party on Tuesday; plus we’re still busking outside Out & Proud. The hardest working duo in rock n roll.

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