The School is really buzzing about our bus sit-in. We’re all civil rights protesters, ready to go to Mississippi and die. At Nutrition, AP Spencer appears. Robby and I are whisked to his office. He outweighs us combined. When he walks he pulls his pot-belly up like he really has a chest. But in his office, he uses the stomach to butt us into chairs in front of his desk. Sitting down, he glares at us, as if he’s conjuring up the worst punishment the school can mete out. We keep our mouths shut.
“You think you won, you little shits?” is the best he can do.
“We know you’re wrong. Since you didn’t listen to us, we thought the US Attorney might get your attention,” Robby states our position of dominance.
AP Spencer’s forehead veins pulse and burst (almost).
“You think you need the press, TV, and lawyers, so your friend can be in your play?”
“It’s more like a class action suit,” I inform him. “Every black kid in this school has been denied his right to an equal education for the last two years.”
He grinds his teeth. I believe I see spit come out his ears.
“Is this some cheap band publicity trick?”
“Our band is on hiatus since our guitarist was shot and killed on the streets of Coral Gables. It does so happen that the band’s manager is the lead attorney in the civil case that forced you to desegregate. We want you to go the next step and make all these black kids welcome here in the heart of Dixie. If you think this is about publicity, you might want to get on the right side of the issue.”
“We’ve run this school for fifty years. You’re not going to tell us how it’s done.”
“Well, listen, Bull Connor, look around you. Things have changed.”
Robby and I sit on the floor and sing Bob Dylan’s ‘The Times They are A’changin’’
Gather ’round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You’ll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you
Is worth savin’
Then you better start swimmin’
Or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin’
Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
Keep your eyes wide
The chance won’t come again
Don’t speak too soon
For the wheel’s still in spin
And there’s no tellin’ who
That it’s namin’
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they, they are a-changin’
Come senators, Congressmen
Please heed the call
Don’t stand at the doorway
Don’t block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There’s a battle outside
And it’s ragin’
It’ll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin’
Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
What you can’t understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Please get out of the new one
If you can’t lend your hand
For your times they are a-changin’
The line it is drawn
And the curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Your old road
Will later be past
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin’
SPECIAL RIDER MUSIC
“We’ve moved the sit-in to your office and won’t move until you agree to change the policies that keep others down. You can arrest us, but you can’t stop us.”
We sing all the peace protest songs, we can remember. Of course, the office staff is listening to what was transpiring. Soon the word gets out that we were singing protest songs inside AP Spencer’s office. All the kids at Nutrition storm the office. Kids are leaving classes all over the school. By the time AP Spencer has sense enough to call the Police, it’s out of his control.
“You have about thirty minutes before the Press finds out we’re singing in your office to lead the protest. Because of you, we’re making this a band thing.’
Before he could stop me, I call Mike Sr. from his phone.
“I’ve got the AP Principal here, Mike,” I tell him. “We want him to make an announcement that buses will be added for late runs to Hialeah. Oh, and the school welcomes all students.”
“You promised to tell me in advance.”
“He pulled us into his office and threatened us. We are conducting a sit-in and singing Dylan songs. There are about a thousand kids occupying the school office. We want him to agree to our requests.”
“Demands, you mean.”
“Okay. Remember the frat guy that resisted giving me our bar percentage. I need you to tell the AP what will happen, if this isn’t resolved.’
“Damn you, Tim. Listen before you leap.”
“I’m told to eat them before they eat you.”
“Jesus, put him on.”
“Mr. Antonio,” I announce, handing the phone to AP Spencer. He didn’t even wait to listen.
“Mr. Antonio, I’m afraid things are getting out my control. I will go outside and indicate that the kids are right. Extra buses will be scheduled. We will have a big dance to welcome our bussed students. Should of done so last year…..Thank you, sir.”
He hangs up and leads us through the crowd in the office and outside to the quad.
With his arms around Robby and me, “Attention. Attention. We have resolved the bus problem. Starting today extra buses will transport any student from outside the district to home at 4pm and 5 pm. We want everyone to recognize how important it is to be welcoming to all students, wherever they’re from.”
Robby and I shrug him off our shoulders. Stepping forward we start everyone singing “We Shall Overcome (Pop version).’
Then everyone cheers and disperses. A swarm of people surround Grant. Robby holds up his hand, “Behold, the Changeling.”
All the drama kids squeak a cheer. Then a skinny black kid raises his hands, “Hey, Whaddabout me?”
Everyone picks him up, carrying him around on their shoulders.
AP Spencer looks disgusted and storms off. Jack runs up and gives me a big kiss. Not much left to coming out.
The next year, Gables win all the city titles in football, basketball and baseball. Nobody cares. It’s 1976, time to celebrate freedom for the 200th time.
Our friend Jimmy Olsen, intrepid as always, shows up to get photos of the whole school singing. He promises to write a positive story, telling how one English class needing a black kid to play a Shakespearean role changes a school’s policy of de facto segregation. He slightly mentions that it is False Gods who leads the blacks to freedom. Robby ;s proud. I just shake my head. I’m just the guitarist. Jace romps around the Quad, chasing AP Spencer and delivering a kick to his butt. Spencer doesn’t care and doesn’t feel a thing. We double up laughing. The class change bell rings twice and twice as long.
Mike Sr. really gives it to me that night in his home office.
“I will not run to the Assistant US Attorney just because you crave publicity.”
“It’s for a good cause.”
“Really, or is it your ego-driven need to get attention. Have you forgotten that you have your father’s attention now and don’t need everyone to make up for your deprived childhood?’
He has me there, so I shut up and looked contrite.
“You’re a hundred percent right. But how can I hold Robby back? He comes up with stuff that is just a bit over the top, and it blows up in our faces. Thank you for saving my ass again.
I look up and see he’s serious. “Sorry, my sorry butt?..no, in a sling?”
“Just say you mean it, Tim.”
“That’s what Dad says when I run trips on him.”
“I’m not your dad, but I deserve an apology.”
“You’re right. Dad is there for me, even if I had to become a gun-toting Second Amendment nut to get him there. But Mr. Antonio, I’ve made everything difficult for you, when all you want is for Michael to be a good son. You told me he was able to break Robby’s grip on him. I’ll see if he’ll help me do so.”
“Well, that’s a plan I approve of.”
He gives me good advice. It makes me think about what we’re doing. Sure enough, all the papers and TV stations run follow ups on the Gables busing story. They refer to our English class as headed by two members of False Gods,’ the local teen band that held a mass memorial for their slain guitarist at Viscaya over Christmas,’ calling it the Miami Woodstock. Jeez, we’re only a cover band.
That thought makes me realize that with all our side projects, we haven’t finished our own set of songs. Mike Sr. calls me. Al Kooper’s Sounds of the South Label, is inquiring if we’ll open for Lynyrd Skynyrd in April at the Biscayne Bay Hydroplane course. It scares the crap out me that we’re not ready. It’s what we need to stop getting into trouble. I tell him ‘definitely yes.’ I scream at everyone in the music room, “We’re opening for Skynyrd.”
“When? Where?” several people ask.
“Their new album comes out in April. Their first stop on the tour is here at the Hydroplane Race Stadium in Biscayne Bay.”
I think about all the projects we have going: Michael’s birthday party where I’m playing the music in the play and helping the Out-Crowd with their first show; the recording of the Viscaya video, plus Jimmy wants us to record the protest songs for the footage from yesterday; write and rehearse a full set of songs for False Gods’ first real show. And, oh, I have a new boyfriend. Jack is my shadow all day, sitting with me, looking happily possessive. I take him over to the Jacettes, who have been eying him since we came in.
“Hey. This is Jack. He’s my new boyfriend. Meet Mary, Edi and Flo, who’s my girlfriend.”
His face falls and looks like a rabbit caught in the headlights.
Flo takes the lead, “Welcome Jack-off to the club.”
Everyone laughs. Flo motions us aside.
“Well, I didn’t have you by myself for long,” she complains.
Jack stammers, “Do we share him?”
“No, honey, we’re all in this together. Maybe now he’ll stop talking with his dead boyfriend. It’s hard to compete with that.”
“Jace approves wholeheartedly with both of you,” I assert. I start singing Rod Stewart, “You’re in my heart. You’re in my soul. You are my lover. You are my best friend.”
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Jack still looks crestfallen. Flo picks him up and gives him a big hug. Now he definitely looks distressed.
“You don’t like girls?” she asks him.
“I don’t know. I never had a girlfriend. I never had a boyfriend until this morning.”
“Well, honey ‘buckle your seat belt. You’re in for a bumpy ride.’”
He grins, then grabs my hand and pulls me into the corner.
“Do I have to go with her, too?” he asks.
“Well, nothing could stop you from ‘going’ with me last night. You’ll find your own way. I like both boys and girls. Just be friends with Flo. It’ll all work out.”
“Can I come home with you tonight?”
“Yes, you better. Anyway, Flo’s under her parents’ watchful eye, so it’s much harder for us to be together.”
“It’s not a competition. If you want me to really love you, you’ll know what I want, not just what you want.”
“You don’t love me?”
“I hardly know you. You’re crushing badly on me, which I obviously like. Get to know me better and you’ll be more confident about us. It’s a long and winding road. We barely started.”
“What did you mean that Jace’s approves of me.”
“I just know in my heart what he thinks.” I see Jace give him a kiss on his neck which makes him twitch. I’m not about to get into the why of that.
Next, I address the Out-Crowd.
“You guys are ready to be on your own. Michael, Hippie and I will still be there for you, but it’s time to cut the cord. We have to be in the recording studio plus write a full set of songs. All we have now are six songs, half of which are about sex. Work out your own set of songs for the party. Remember you’re playing for 10-14 year olds.”
“Love songs. The girls go bat shit for love songs,” Michael knows what he wants them to practice.
They set up to rehearse.
Michael leads Hippie, Robby, Jack and me to a quiet room away from the music room.
“How do we have six songs?” Michael asks.
“Jace and I had been writing songs about what we thought and felt.”
“That’s why half of them are about sex,” Robby cracks.
“We have to sing about gay sex?” Hippie looks worried. The moms may not approve.
“We have to write about what our real feelings are. No Beatles’ ‘I saw her standing there crap.’”
“Well, with a new boyfriend, we should have plenty more sex songs.”
Jack turns bright red. He’s so cute.
“Well, hey, let’s make some introductions. Robby already knows Jack from class. He cast him as my understudy in the play. Now that I’m doing the music, he’s gets the lead now.”
“What role is that?” Michael asks.
“I’m Titania, Queen of the fairies.” Jack looks mortified.
Hippie’s mouth drops open. “You play a girl?”
“All the girls’ roles are played by boys.” Jack defends himself.
“My moms won’t let me see that.”
“Well, tell them all the girls take the boys’ roles as stage hands. They act all butch, that’ll get them to watch it. They are coming to Michael’s party, right?” I assume..
“Yeah. They’re being all girly about it, wondering what to wear.”
“Hippie moms, can’t decide to be butch or fem?”
Michael goesover and hugged Jack. “Welcome, but I’ve got a girlfriend. Watch out for Tim, he’ll be turning you straight.”
“Yeah, he just told me he has a girlfriend.
We all sing the Kinks’ Lola,
“Girls will be boys and boys will be girls
It’s a mixed up muddled up, shook up world
Except for Lola, L-L-Lola”
© DAVIES, RAYMOND DOUGLAS
© Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Jack sings in a clear tenor alto.
“You’ve got competition, Tim,” Robby jokes.
“Just another added voice,” I remark.
“You mean I’m in the band?” Jack is incredulous.
“No, but keep singing like that and you will be.” I smile, then grin at him.
He starts to cry.
“Oh, god, another one,” Michael notes.
I see how he is overwhelmed and give him a big hug. When he starts humping me, Hippie jumps up and runs out of the room, yelling, “Fags, fags, everywhere.”
We all laugh and Jack calms down.
“I don’t know what I’m doing?” he confesses.
“You’re doing fine. Tim’s a sex maniac. If you can’t keep up, there’s always Flo.’ Robby observes.
That gets Jack to stop sobbing.
“Robby, take Jack around and introduce him to the others in Out-Crowd. I need to speak with Michael.
“What about,” he demands.
“Just things his dad told me. Go on.”
“Com’n Titania, it’s your big debut.”
Michael asks what’s up.
“Your dad told me you figured out how to control Robby when you were ten or eleven. He told me I have to stop Robby getting us into trouble, especially when it involves him.”
“Good old dad bringing out his angry side?”
“Pretty much. He keeps having to rescue me from Robby’s schemes. He told me to grow a pair.”
“Well, when I was in 4th grade and Robby in 5th, he’d been telling me pretty much what to do. I felt like he was an older brother.”
“Which you never had.”
“Yeah, well, he lite me on fire by accident. After rolling me up in a rug and ‘saving’ me, I beat the crap out of him.”
“That worked but I’m not going to try that, after what happened when I beat up Jace’s older brother.”
“Jeff was always an asshole.”
“Does your dad know about the fire?”
“No, but when he saw Robby with a black eye, he winked at me. Now I just laugh at Robby’s shit.”
“Like when I poured holy water on him and he was burned by hell fire.”
“Pretty much. I saw that coming and enjoyed the show. The Robby magic mean show.”
“Yeah, but Dave and Jazz running up the street screaming was pretty good.”
“At their expense.”
“I don’t see it that way. You need to temper my need for pranks or I’ll end up as Robby’s assistant in the mean show.
“Okay, but since you don’t listen to anyone, even my dad, you’ll have to trust me.”
“I trust you a lot more than I do Robby.”
“That’s a start.”
“Wanna write a song?”
“How about ‘Look before You Leap?’”
set you’re your buddy on fire,
Better buy a rug.
send your friends to hell,
Better get a priest.
beat up a bully,
Better get a gun.
Look before you leap
Better to say no
Don’t be in the shit heap
No place to go.
Leap, leap, leap
You fuckin’ freak
Leap, leap, leap
Strip and streak.”
We go back to the music room. Robby’s still introducing Jack to all the youngsters, some of whom didn’t know or acknowledge that I’m gay. He’s enjoying the gossip, so we showed Hippie the new song. I explain it’s about all the mean things that Robby and other bullies pull on us and how to deal with it.
“How about, ‘Lick my ear while driving , I’ll go off the road.”
“and we’ll have an orgy bouncing in the back seat,” I add.
“What’s that about?” Michael asks.
“Going home from Sorrento’s after a gig. You went with the adults.”
“How many times did Hippie go up the curb?”
“About ten times. Robby was relentless. Hippie finally kicked us all out and left us rolling around on someone’s lawn. He just drove around the block and we settled down. You thought you had to give blow jobs to be in the band,” I kid Hippie.
“Weren’t we popular.” Michael comments. “You gonna let Johnny sing with you. He has a good voice.”
“Let’s see how the boyfriend thing works out. Do you think we were better when Jace and I both sang?”
“Of course. Your guitar sounds incredible, just as good as Jace, but it limits your singing and moving around.”
“You think we’ll harmonize well together?”
“Oh yeah, You can hump him while he sings in that upper range.”
I start singing Roy Orbison’s ‘Crying,”
“Cry.y.y.ing over you, crying over you
Yes, now you’re gone and from this moment on”
As if on cue, Jack walked over and sang with me:
“I’ll be crying, crying, crying, crying
Yeah crying, crying, over you”
ROY ORBISON, JOE MELSON
Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Jack looks distressed, so I end with a smile.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“Most of these kids don’t even know you’re gay. Robby went into details about Jace and now I just found out about Stu’s brother. I don’t have a chance.”
“Everyone come over here and listen up.” I yell. When they all gather around Jack and me, I explain where it stands, giving Robby the evil eye.
“Jack’s my boyfriend. He really wants to be, so we’re giving it a try. Whatever Robby tells you about me, it’s sure to be an exaggeration, to satisfy his nasty need to make everyone else but him look bad. We have two bands now, based on age, but also based on our friendships with each other. I want Jack to be in the older band with me. It will be just like when Jace and I played and sang. Everybody seemed pretty happy about Jace and me, but it didn’t end so well. The same for whatever I had with Stu’s brother. I love all you guys and girls. I think that’s more important than anything. So what do you think about giving Jack a chance to sing with us and to be my boyfriend as well?”
There was silence as they all looked at each other. Iggy jumps up. “Fuck yeah, as long as I get to be Iggy Pop.”
“That’s the point, we’re free to be ourselves, even if it’s an asshole like Iggy Pop.”
Someone yells, “Yeah, free to be me.”
They all surrounded Jack. A chastened Robby brings out his bong. Bong hits all around. Jack’s second stoned rush makes him even hornier than the first time. I drag him into the bathroom for a blow job to calm him down. He can’t believe I would blow him. Jace is sitting below us on the floor, fingering his ass and stroking my cock. He blew in about 30 seconds. I told him ‘later’ for pay-back. He never lets go of me the entire practice. Everyone is used to me getting hard in public, but the two of us make all the straight guys look away. The Jacettes just keep giggling. Jack is relieved that Flo isn’t jealous. She knows how to share. She has 8 brothers and sisters. Jack adds his own verses to the compilation of bullying incidents we all endured. I keep an eye on John to see if he wants to add any of the bullying abuse I know about. He isn’t ready. After practice, Jack and I come over to him, so I can make a personal introduction.
“You’re Jace’s brother?” Jack finds out.
“Yeah,” John says with his head down.
“I know I’ll never replace Jace in Tim’s heart. I’m trying to find another piece of it for me.”
“Are you and Tim ‘brothers’ now,” he asks.
“We’re working on it.” I concede.
“Well, you can be my brother, too,” He tells Jack, who seems to know not to hug him.
“Thanks.” We both say.
I leave a note on Mike Sr.’s desk saying we need to get the studio recording done as soon as possible. I know not to call his office for a while. After all the tumult of the past few days, I decide that the False Gods group deserves Sorrento’s. I called Mom/Susan to let her know I’m not going to be home for dinner. I also tell her that my friend Jack was sleeping over. So many bases to cover just to feel like an honest kid again.
Sorrento’s is great. We toke up and drink beer, extolling their many virtues. With our new protest cred we discuss what Bob Dylan songs to perform. I remind them that we’re no longer a cover band and can use Dylan for sit-ins only. I get booed down. Flo sits on the other side of Jack with me, teasing him when she discovers he is already wearing my underwear. I see him relax with her as she insists on giving them a ceremonial snap. I realize she was prepping him, when Edi and her change places after returning from their lady’s room for note comparisons. I pay more attention to Flo. Jack slowly gets to know Edi. She has to pull information out of him, which I made sure to listen to. I let Flo fiddle with my clothes. I need to relax after so much goings-on. Jack tells Edi that he has older brothers and sisters. He’s called his parent’s November mistake. They were already grandparents. They let him do pretty much what he wants, mostly going to museums and listening to music, which has never been a problem. He has a couple of close friends whom he describes as nerds and fag hags. No one knows he’s gay. Edi said, “Except for about twenty people in this group, now.”
He gives her a beatific smile, which makes me chuckle, until I see Jace studying the whole situation. I need to gather intelligence from Flo about Edi’s current feelings. Jace’s 16th birthday orgy is coming up. Jace strokes Edi’s nappy hair which makes her shiver, meaning she still has feelings for him. We walk a fine line. When it comes time to pay, I’m told we were on the owner’s tab. I still leave a big tip.
Hippie drive us all home. Jack sits in my lap.I have an arm around Flo and Edi. Everyone notes when Jack gets out with me. Hippie wants to know if Jack is coming to the next dinner with his moms. Jack looks at me for confirmation.
“Please say we’ll both be there, if that’s okay.”
Hippie has no problem with gay issues, as long as it doesn’t involve him.
Once we got upstairs, Jace starts pulling Jack’s clothes off, which Jack does to me, even popping the buttons on my jeans. His pencil-necked dick sticks straight out, the only straight bone in his body. He pushes me back on the bed, pulling my jeans down but leaving the briefs on. We’re a matched pair, or rather triplet, as Jace leaves his similar briefs on, too. It’s a mild fetish I think of as a joke. As Jack leans back and relishes being invaded by Jace poking at his ass through his briefs, he reaches and stroked my bulge. With his eyes closed he ignores the impossibility that it’s just me with him. I disentangle him from Jace and turn him around as the tip of my dick sticks out of my briefs and into his waiting mouth. He takes the entire length in one bob as Jace, having removed both their briefs, enters his ass just as smoothly. All three of us give out a long sigh. Jace was off on his standard five-minute fuck while I thrust into Jack’s bobbing mouth. Somehow Jack knows Jace is about to cum. His own straining dick starts to jerk without anyone stroking it. His sucking mouth and ass are bringing us both to rapid climaxes. Jack goes off first, spurting all over my clean sheets, with Jace and me enjoying simultaneous eruptions of our own. ‘m deep down his throat while he swallows the entire load. Not only was he bouncing back and forth on Jace’s dick, but he starts shaking as his orgasm slows down. His whole lower body shakes. Jace collapses on top of him, spent. I’m about there, but pull out as he’s catching my final spurt in the mouth. Jack starts crying as he continues to shake, barely able to mumble, “I feel completely fucked.”
“You’re sweetly and totally fucked,” I assure him. Laying there I realize he’s asleep. I pull him into an embrace. Jace has his arms around both of us, with his limp dick resting between Jack’s butt cheeks. In the morning, Jack says he felt my stiff dick inside him all night. Sweet dreams. I tell him to call his folks to say where he is, which he does. After that he calls his nerd friend and proceeds to detail how he’d lost his virginity. He gets ready to dial again, but all the sex talk has made me hard. I whistle and wave my dick at him. He jumps back into bed. I put him on top of my dick and it slithers into him aided by the slime that remains from Jace’s previous fucking (I don’t know how, but it is definitely a slimy root canal). I thrust once deeply inside him and hold him firmly by the shoulders while I lecture him on Joey’s ‘don’t kiss and tell” rule. He looks at me anxiously, squirming and twisting, as I won’t let him go. As I get close to the edge, I give a series of short deep thrusts and explode. The second he feels what I ‘m doing, his garden hose shoots all over my chest and hair. I open my mouth and catch several spurts. Done myself, I lay him back and make him eat his own cum as I french him for several minutes.
“That tastes sweet,” he remarks.
“You’ve never tasted your own sperm?” I kid him.
“No. Let me taste yours,” and he fingers the slime coming out his ass. “That’s gnarly,” he complains
“You’re tasting your butthole, butthead.” I tell him.
He gave me an ugly look and collapses on my chest. “Next time, then.”
Jace was watching and signs, “Bravo.” And snuggled up to me. I go back to sleep. We’re twenty minutes late for English. Everyone cheers when we walk in, especially for Jack who’s walking a little stiffly. Mr. Clark just shakes his head, but also smiles. He was our fag hag.
At Nutrition many black students come up to the drama/stoner table and express appreciation for the new openness and increased bus service. Some athletic looking girls look uncomfortable at how possessively Jack holds on to me. Other black girls are all interested in Jack, asking him about his role as Queen of the Fairies; then they start to giggle so much that they can’t say any more. I ask if they’ll help with the unity dance that the school promised. They completely pick up the ball, Promising to get a dance committee together with an equal number of white, Hispanic and black kids. One of the black girls shyly asks if our band will play live, instead of a DJ with recorded music. Robby and I say we’d talk about it. The Out-Crowd offshoot plays the Motown style that’s best for a dance. We’re working on our concert debut opening for Lynyrd Skynyrd. “Ew, they suck,” the girls say, looking at us as if we’re rednecks.
“Hard not to be a southern rock band in Florida.”
“Not if you’re black,” they observe.
“Well, we’ll do something about that,” I promise. “We do Michael Jackson in our shows.”
“Oh, Michael,” they coo.
Robby and I get up and sang ‘ABC.’
Soon the whole quad is singing and dancing. AP Spencer shows up to shoo us back to class. When he sees Robby and me leading the group, he looks disgusted and walks away. Robby is king of the school. I remember an English lesson on Greek hubris and worry. I’m not one to rain on anyone else’s parade. Jack and I have different classes for the rest of the day. Robby doesn’t want to ditch when he’s just been crowned king shit. Jack joins me for lunch as our merged group now has a table. Mr. Clark comes by and says we all need to make the first afternoon rehearsal. A school photographer is coming by to take cast pictures.
“Full makeup and dress?” Jack asks in bated breath.
At final bell, I run home and got the Love jeans and ruffled shirt Joey bought me. I return just in time for the photos.
“Can’t you be Titania, just for the photos?” Robby whines.
“I’m a minstrel,” I declare, standing barefooted in my elf outfit.
“Fine. I just wanted you in a dress, like all the other girls.”
“Ew,” they all go. The butch stage crew is laughing and pointing.
Robby positions Jack in the middle of the Queen’s fairies, primping the wig and adjusting his dress, Jack is oblivious to Robby’s flirting. He smiles and winks at me.
“Get over here at Titania’s feet so it looks like you’re wooing her with song,” he orders.
I hook up the SG and lay at the throne, playing eerie stage music while everyone else is arranged for the photos. After the main shoot s done, I move into the corner and continue playing the music we plan for the show. Robby continued to primp Jack, getting him in all the shots since he was now the show’s star. The boy playing King Oberon is hardly in any shots. Finally they have the whole class line up including the butch stage crew. He positions all the boys in dresses to look as pretty as possible. All the boyish crew frown and look tough. He and Mr. Clark stand in the middle. Robby has Jack on his arm. That’s the extent of rehearsal. We’re all dismissed. Grant is told to practice as the Indian Changeling with Titania. Robby stays to direct them.
By the time I get to Michael’s, the Out-Crowd is going through their set of dance/pop songs. There are lots of errors, which mostly came from John on guitar. Stu, Tim and Jenna are standing around while he tries over and over to play the notes properly. He looks so relieved to see me. I haven’t paid him much heed since Jack showed up.
“You must stop thinking about what note to play. All those sessions at Spec’s trying to learn through sheet music were a waste of time. Stop looking at your fingers. Close your eyes and play what’s in your mind.” Jace positions himself behind John and takes over his hands. He feels what is happening, sighs and starts playing the lead intro for the Monkee’s ‘Daydream Believer.” The rest of the band jumps in and everything clicks.
Then my mind snaps. Where are Robby and Jack? Why didn’t I wait for them? Why was Robby flirting with Jack? What would Robby do?
I instantly know. I sign to Jace to stay with John. He’s glad to but signs back ‘Why?”
I just shrug him off and run out of the music room. I have my bike which I threw down in Robby’s back yard. His window is locked and I hear mumbling and protests. I run around to the front door and burst into Robby’s room.
Jack is backed into the corner of Robby’s bed. “What the fuck, you asshole,” I scream at Robby. Jack has thrown his feet up to protect himself. A naked Robby has thrown Jack’s legs over his shoulders, has Jack in a strangle hold with one hand and is holding his dick in the other. Jack looks mortified when he sees me.
I throw Robby off the bed and onto the ground. I pick him up and give him a forearm blow to his shoulder. Down he goes again. I pick him up the second time and scream into his face, “What the fuck, you asshole.” I punch him in the stomach and slam his Adams apple with my forearm again. He goes down, unable to breathe, gasping and choking. I hold him down with my foot.
“You’re out of the band. I never want to see you again. I want to kill you right here and now. If you tell anyone I will testify that you forcibly raped Mary last Halloween.”
He keeps gasping, finally barely uttering, “It’s my band.”
I kick him in the nuts. As he screams, I told him, “If I ever see you again I will kill you.” Then I kick him in the stomach.
Jack is in shock. I grab his clothes and pull him off the bed. He clutches me, unable to form words and staring at me in fear. We march out of the house, as Robby’s mom stares at us in terror. “Your son is a child rapist.” I yell at her.
I drag Jack upstairs. I insanely fuck him for thirty minutes without any intention of stopping. Finally I start to cry. I just hold him, his legs wrapped around my waist and arms around my neck, with his eyes shut and sobbing. I thought I was so over this. Where is Jace? I left him with John and the Out-Crowd. I imagine them enjoying playing the pop songs he loves, while I break our sex pact at this very minute. I can’t stop crying as I lay on top of Jack, fully inside of him. His sobs relent. He start to fuck my dick. Still sobbing but now to his fucking rhythm, I’m soon rocking with him. We cum. I didn’t want to let him go. We hug until my dick finally goes down and slips out.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” he cries. “I didn’t understand why he was being nice to me. When we went to smoke a joint, he attacked me and pulled my jeans down. I tried to fight him with my feet. He pushed them into the air and was about to fuck me. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry you saw it. You hate me, I know it.”
“Shut up. Does it look like I hate you. I fucked you from love, to make you know that this was not your doing or your fault. Robby was raping you. You want him to go to jail, I will call the cops.”
“No. No., Please don’t tell anyone. I’ll die. They’ll blame me for acting like a girl.”
“Okay, we can do it later. Do you want to be a girl?”
“I want to be the boy you love.”
“Boys don’t cry. You can fuck me for as long as you want later tonight, but we have to go back to practice. You don’t want me to tell. I don’t want you to tell anyone.”
The look he gives me shows I have really scared him. He’s afraid of me. I start crying again. If Jace were here, he’d stop all the sentimental crap. Well, the fucking wasn’t crap. I kinda enjoyed beating the crap out of Robby. One look at Jack makes my heart break. Jace and I fucked the shit out of him over the two days since he’s came out as gay. Welcome to the club. Now he sees what sex without love is. It scares him.
“Come sit in my window in my arms. The band can wait (what do I tell Jace about our sex pact?).” He cuddles in my arms, sniffling.
“I fucked you as hard as Robby would have raped you but I did it for love. Now you know I won’t let anyone else touch you (well, maybe girls). I want you and I will protect you with my life. Robby wants to violate you. He’s not even gay. He uses sex to get power over people. You see him even do it to adults, like Mr. Clark.”
Jack’s eyes are wide with wonder. Does he understanding?
“I fuck you to show I love you. Can you see the difference?”
“I knew the moment he started to take my jeans off that he meant to hurt me. I was afraid of him.”
“That’s why it’s rape, regardless of our age. Don’t leave me again. The minute I saw you hadn’t returned from school I realized what Robby was doing. Luckily I was in time to stop him. This isn’t about you. It’s about him and me. Through you he wants to hurt me. If he hasn’t learned his lesson, I will kill him.”
The fear returns to his eyes. He pulls me even closer and closes his eyes, sensing all the emotions boiling inside me. He starts purring like a cat. Now I feel like a hero and scratch him behind his ears. My heart rate goes down.
Soon Jace appears, at least to me. I keep rocking Jack who is barely awake.
Jace signs, “What happened? You left and now it looks like you’ve broken our sex pact.”
“You’re not mad?”
“Just a little jealous for missing out. Let’s both fuck him in a 3-way.”
“I caught Robby trying to rape him. He’s pretty traumatized.”
“So a little sympathy sex.”
“Just come over and cover both of us up in the window.”
He settles by my left knee and wrapped his arms around Jack.
“So what did Robby say?”
“Nothing. I beat the crap out of him. I knocked him down three times, put my foot on his neck and kicked him out of the band. Then I kicked him in the nuts and stomach, came back here and fucked the shit out of Jack.”
“Is Jack sorry he screwed up?”
“I showed him the difference between being violated and being loved. He got the message.”
“For thirty minutes? That’s you guys’ first time, you know.”
“Naw, maybe if Edi stops loving me for him.”
“A bit early with girls for him.”
“Maybe we’ve found our first naturally gay person. Felix and Phillip and all that rough trade at the Eros Lounge, don’t know how to love anyone but themselves.”
“You a hater now?”
“Naw, I know there’s no room for haters in your heart.”
I kiss him and Jack looks up. “What are you doing.”
“Oh, were you signing too. Is he mad we had rough sex?”
“We had a pact not to do that alone. Tonight’s the first time I violated that.”
“Is he mad?”
“No, just sorry that you got violated by Robby. The rough sex part turns him on.”
“I like Jace. Can I kiss him too. That’s what you were doing, right?”
Jace bends over and kissed him deeply into his mouth as Jack responds with his eyes shut. Now I finally understand why people shut their eyes. Searching for their perfect lover.
“I think Jace likes me,” he responds and hugs me. “Well, let’s get in bed. You promised I was going to fuck you for the first time tonight.”
All’s fair in love and war. Also, I was a little drained from the fight. It’s worth it. Jack’s pencil dick goes on an exploration of all my orifices, finally ending up knocking on my prostrate. Instead of drilling for seminal fluid, he jack hammers me into submission. He switches to a more traditional in and out rhythm. I cad catch Jace’s in and out thrusts as they pass through Jack.
Robby’s sick the next morning. Mr. Clark asks me to work on the dance steps. I switched the music to throw in a little Nutcracker’s ‘March of the Unknown Toy Soldier’ and The Mikado’s Yum Yum’s entrance. The boys prance around. The girls shout hoots and lewd remarks at them.
At band practice, everyone wonders where Robby s, as he’s our source for weed. I give Iggy twenty bucks. He says to forget it and pulls out an oz. Finally I tell them I had kicked Robby’s ass and he’s out of the band. I say it was none of their business why. No one complains as everyone had been the butt of his control games. Michael winks at me, “Finally grew a pair?” he asks. He’s just like his dad. I love his straight ass. Our rehearsal is pretty dispirited. No Michael and Robby bickering. The fear of no pot dealer. They finally ask me what happened.
“I threw him on the ground, then picked him up and hit him in chest and he went down again. Picked him up, hit him in the stomach and a forearm to his Adams apple. Kept him down with my foot to his neck. Told him I’d kill him if I saw him again. Kicked him in the balls and then in the stomach. I walked out and told his mother to call the medics.”
“Okay,” they all say. seeming distressed. Maybe we shouldn’t celebrate at Sorrento’s on this development. They all look scared of me. I’m glad. Jack, though, has his hero-worship eyes on me. My Queen Titania. I had calmed down enough to worry that I had been so rough with him the first time we really had penetrative sex. He had to be sore but was putting on a positive face. John seems to be the one who connects the dots. When we start going over additional verses for ‘Look before You Leap,’ I have to play guitar and let go of Jack. John has been sitting with me (and Jace). He puts his arm around Jack who looks lost when I had stop holding him. John is still in Junior High. Jack is more on his level emotionally. The attempted rape is way beyond his ability to cope. His resilience level is more on a par with Dungeons & Dragons than being stripped, then forcefully fucked for thirty minutes knowing it was his own fault for getting into the situation. I’m pleased that John is ready to reach out. I suggest at the end of rehearsal that Stu, Mike Jr., John and Jack all come with me to Sorrento’s. I call Mom Watt who agrees to meet us there. No pot or beer for this group. We all cheer when she shows up.
“Sit and have a famous Miami slice,” I request, suddenly aware I’ve been ordering everyone around. In a quieter voice, “Meet Jack; he’s my new boyfriend.”
Jack blanches at being outed to a parent, but Mom puts him into a big hug to welcome him. Of course, Jack starts to sob.
“He’s had a kinda hard day, so we thought pizza and some mom might help.”
“Yay, Mom,” all the boys shout. Jack perks up.
Stu asks, “Is Jack my new brother?”
“Of course, any boyfriend of mine is part of the family.”
“I’m your brother, too,” says John to Jack.
Mike Jr. looks left out.
“Can best friends be family, too?” he asks Stu.
“Sure,” he answers. The two of them start wrestling at the table.
“Calm down, boys,” Mrs. Watt orders.
Everyone, including me, says, “Yes, Mom.”
Everyone is laughing. We don’t need the pot and beer. I feel twelve again. Maybe that’s not a bad thing, not a bad thing when you have just tried to kill your best friend.
Mrs. Watt smiles at me when she notes that Jack gets out at my house. Once upstairs and sitting in our window, he asks me how many brothers I have.
“No brothers by blood, but it started with Stu. He was my first friend when I came to Miami. I like him being a pest. His real brother Scott fought with me until we became boyfriends, so we told Stu I’m another older brother and their mom told me to call her Mom, too. Scott and I broke up. Jace escaped the bullying at his house and moved in with me and after a month or so we became boyfriends. Mrs. Watt told Jace to call her Mom, and Stu adopted him as another brother. When Jace was killed by his older step-brother, John was taken away from his own family and went with the Watt’s. Stu adopted John because Jace was their mutual brother.”
“So, there’s you, Stu, John and now me?”
“Don’t forget Jace.”
Jack is suddenly sad and hugs me. “I wish I had known him.”
“You do know him. He’s your guardian angel.”
“I don’t believe in heaven or hell.”
“You can believe in Jace. He’s always with me. That’s why Robby could attack you when we were separated.”
“So, it was Jace who tried to kill Robby?” he looks hopeful that I couldn’t be so mean.
“No, I have a bad temper when it comes to Robby. Sorry, but I don’t love him like I love you.”
“You love me?” he looks stunned.
“Of course, dumb shit. Do you think I would have tried to kill my best friend if I didn’t love you?”
“I would never hurt you.”
“That means as I get to know you better, I’ll love you even more.”
“It’s kinda a big crush right now.”
“Exactly. I’ve been crushing on you for so long but was afraid to let you know. Then I got high and couldn’t help myself.”
“You weren’t subtle. I had to throw you over my shoulder and drag you home to bed”
“And you fucked me all night long.”
“No. You dreamed that part.”
“And in the shower?”
“No. Your imagination got you off while you blew me.”
He looks confused. “What about last night?”
“First time. Not exactly gentle and loving.”
“I don’t want to be taken gently. You’re hot blooded. That really turns me on.“
“How’s your butt feel about it?”
“I don’t care. Love should hurt.”
“You’re crazy. The hurt comes after the love is gone.”
I run my thumb across his butt crack and he winces.
“Com’n,” and I drag him into the bathroom with a tub. We get into a steaming bath. He relaxes into my arms and I massaged his butt until it relaxes completely. Several farts bubble up, making us giggle.
Susan hear us and asks why I’m taking a bath.
“Hard days work, Mom. We need to relax.
“Someone’s with you?”
Oops. “Yeah. You haven’t met Jack. We’ll come down once we’re done.”
Jack tenses up again. “Let’s just see how it goes. Maybe I won’t have to sneak you in like I had to do with Scott and Jace. The worst that can happen is we’ll have to sneak around.”
Jace is sitting, facing us in the bath, with the steam rising through his ethereal body and his hands jacking Jack.
“Can we take care of this before getting out,” as he shows me his hard-on.
I took my fingers which are massaging his ass, stick them in as far as his prostrate, which I firmly stroke. He goes rigid and cums into the bath water. My fingers return to massaging the rings of his ass until they’re fully loose. He is half-asleep in my arms.
“No sleeping in the bathtub,” as I raise him out of the water.
While dressing, I ask, “You haven’t been lying to me about your parents. They’re okay with you staying over?”
“They’re used to it. All those D&D marathons.”
“Will they tell Susan and my dad that.”
“Sure. Do I have to tell my parents you’re my boyfriend?”
“How old are they?”
“Jesus. They’ll have heart attacks. Just let them meet me first.”
“Okay. We’ll meet yours now. Can I say you’re my boyfriend?”
“If they ask, don’t lie. Best to be yourself and know they’ll like the real you, not some fake chump who’s lying to impress them. Dad has a big bull shit detector.”
“Will he give me a lie detector test?”
“No, it’s like gaydar with us. He just knows when someone is trying to pull the wool over his eyes. Don’t lie.”
“Okay. You’re making me nervous.”
I kiss him and he smiles.
When we walk into the living room, only Mom/Susan is there. She calls Dad, “Come meet Tim’s friend. He just joined the band.”
How did she know. Moms are so intuitive.
“Mom, this is Jack. He’s also in my English class. He was my understudy until I had to play guitar as a minstrel in the play.
“What play is it?”
“A Midsummer’s Night Dream,” Jack promptly responds.
“Yes. We’re going to have our first performance at Michael’s birthday party. You and Mr. Castle have been invited.”
“Of course, We’re looking forward to it.”
“Jack’s a much better actor than I,” I elaborate.
“That’s hard to believe,” Dad says walking in. “We sure have trouble telling when you’re just acting.”
“I’ve been acting good lately, but Jack acts really well.”
“The way you twist words is what I’m talking about.”
“Dad doesn’t always trust me yet,” I tell Jack.
“Well, after fifteen years of hiding the truth, one year of being honest means you have fourteen years to go.”
“Great. I’ll come back when I’m thirty.”
“What’s all this formal introduction about?”
“I want you to meet Jack and get your approval for him to stay over. His parents know he’s here but you should speak with them. They are older and treat him like an adult.”
“Maybe Jack will be a good influence on you, for when you turn thirty.”
Everyone laughs, except Dad, who knows when he’s being patronized.
“Is it okay with you, Susan?”
“Yes, dear, but best to speak with his parents.”
Jack gets up and takes Dad to the phone. I hear them talking with Jack’s parents.
Susan smiles, “You really have changed, Tim. I feel proud of you, like you’re my real son.”
I go over and hug her. She hugs me back tightly.
“What’s this,” Dad asks as he and Jack return from the phone. “You all plotting against me?”
“No, dear. I only found out Jack was here a few minutes ago. Tim said he’d come down, so we could meet him.”
“Well, his parents seemed very nice and trusting. I hope Timmy will avoid his usual pranks that make it hard to give him privileges.”
I wince at my old name and the warning. Dad always has to be in charge.
“Did you hear about us at school and getting the black students to be welcome.
“That’s nice, dear, “Susan concedes.
“Why am I always seeing you in the paper? My boss isn’t so keen on equal rights and protest marches, as well as all the other explosions in your life. He knows all about you and asked me if you’re some kind of radical.”
Instead of arguing that it wasn’t a protest march, I try a new tact. “Well, I thought with your promotion you could have your own opinions at least.”
He scowls. “You have a lot to learn about business, son.”
“The higher you go, the deeper you kowtow?”
“Don’t mock me. You promised not to embarrass me after I shot that friend of yours.”
“You shot my friend’s killer. You saved my life,” I start tear up. “I’ll do and be anything you ask.”
Susan comes to my rescue. “He’s been an angel, lately, honey. Look at this nice friend he has from school. They’re doing Shakespeare, for god’s sake.”
He calms down. “Okay, I apologize. I know you did the right thing about the black students. I am proud of you. You’re sixteen. It’s normal to test the rules your parents set. I wasn’t always the ideal son at your age.”
At this moment, Max comes bounding into the room, running around sniffing Jack and me, then settling at Dad’s feet. Dad absentmindedly scratches him behind his ears .
“Did you have a dog when you were my age?” I change the subject away from me and Jack.
“Yes I did. His name was Bowser. I called him Bow Wow Wow, or just Bow.”
“Did you make him bow to you, like we do?”
He looks at me quickly, then laughs. “Okay, you’ve made your point. And yes, I love Max as part of our family.”
“Is it okay to take him to the Watt’s, where John now lives. Max was his dog, too.”
“Not to stay.”
“Just to visit. John may stay over here sometimes when he feels more normal.”
“How many strays do you plan to adopt?” Dad is his impolite and impolitic self again.
“Honey, Jack is not a stray. It’s normal for boys to want to stay up late and sleep over.”
“I’m sorry, Jack. It’s been too exciting here lately. You’re a welcome guest here.”
“We’re going back upstairs before Jack has to hear about the need to have a gun.”
“Don’t knock the industry that feeds you.”
“Oh, I thought you were working for the war industries that kill us.”
“I don’t know why I’m glad to know you still have a smart mouth.”
“I love you too, Dad,” and I give both of them hugs. Jack is about to do the same, but I pull him and Max back to my room.
“I almost kissed your folks, they’re so nice,” Jack gushes.
“Don’t get carried away. I might get jealous.
Max is sniffing Jack and poking his pockets. Very little trace of THC on him.
“You’re going cold turkey, Max. The pot connection is closed.”
He whines and makes us take him outside. After doing his business/dump, he tries to drag us to Robby’s. We take him upstairs to my room. He lays in the corner and pouts.
“He really acts addicted,” Jack notes.
“You can’t be addicted to pot,” I assert, knowing that in Max’s case, he’s the exception that proves the rule.
Jack lay with him and gives him his full attention. I strip to my briefs and lay on my bed watching them cuddle. I think of all sorts of lyrics for ‘Don’t Leap.’ Jace starts signing that we haven’t come up with any chords and melodies for the verses and chorus. He starts humming, which I think I can just barely hear. I get the SG and repeat the notes. He smiles at me when he sees I don’t need him to show me the notes. Jack starts humming to the music. It’s a joyous feeling that he is really going to sing with me in the band. “Don’t Leap’ is coming together. He looks up from Max with a big grin on his face. He comes over and snaps the waistband on my briefs.
“You look so yummy running around half-naked,” he compliments me.
What is it with this underwear fetish? But I play along, stripping him down to what are an identical but saggy pair, the soaked ones from our first night. I pull out a fresh pair for him, so we can run around together like five-year olds in our Underoos. But his dick was already hard, so we save that pair until after our shower.
“I’ll get Felix to give me more. You’ll have to autograph a bunch for him to sell.”
“Not me. You’re the rock star they want autographs from.”
“Wait until you start singing with the band. You’re fresh meat to those 12-year-old girls.”
“Girls want to wear these?”
“They make their 12-year-old boyfriends wear them.”
“Don’t start stripping 12-year-olds to see.”
“Oh, I can imagine.”
“Jeez, my best friend’s a rapist and now my boyfriend tells me he’s a pedophile.”
“Just a voyeur. No 12-year-old can do this for me,” and he pulls out my dick and swallowed it whole. He was stroking the head and top of the shaft with his tongue, like he really knows what he’s doing.
“How’d you get so good at this, recent virgin,” I ask.
“Lots of practice,” and he rolls on his back, pulls his knees to his chest and swallows half of his long, skinny dick.
“You don’t need to do that now,” as I pull him back on top of me and put us in the 69 position. I concentrate my tongue on the lower half of his shaft. As he becomes more and more turned on, he’s going down on me at a furious rate. It isn’t long before we both explode. His long dick is half way down my gullet, tickling it as it swings back and forth while spurting. After we finish, I make sure to lick his dick clean. He wipes it on his tee-shirt and pulls on the fresh briefs. I give him the lyric sheet to the “Leap’ song. Jace is strips down and dances around, singing soundlessly with us.
Finally Susan knocks on the door, giving Jack a fright. I tell him the door is locked.
“It’s getting late, boys. The music may bother the neighbors.”
“We got carried away with a new song we just wrote. We’ll calm down.”
“Sounds great. Good night.”
We collapse in each other’s arms, laughing and giggling, five-year old perverts, caught jumping up and down on their bed. Soon the bed s going up and down. Susan has just reminded us we need to fuck. I let Jace fuck Jack while he lay on my thighs jacking me. Jace is much easier on his swollen ass, then my fat invader. He doesn’t need anyone stroking him. When he lets go, Jace and I cum together. It’s all good except for my sheets again. I’m loath to start making him use rubbers. How he gets off so easily wi a new mystery.
The next morning Robby is again missing from English class. I sign to Jace to go over and report on how he looks. He returns by Nutrition. Jace says Robby is just lying in bed, smoking a lot of pot, with black eyes and unable to get up. At least he isn’t hospitalized. I’m not over being mad. It’s weird not having him tell everyone what to do. Mr. Clark asks me to fill in for him as director of the play. I use the time to work on the cast’s movements to my music. By including ballet and musical theater elements, the boys improve some. Finally I get the stage crew girls to work with them. The boys respond better. I finish by telling them to think of the different parts they play as fairies. No one snickers anymore when I called them that.
The marching entrances come easier than the butterfly floating, and the vigor and fast tempo of the bees was harder still. I try not to be too critical. Jack helps by working with Grant, his changeling slave. Grant naturally has rhythm and Jack naturally picks up on it. The other boys slowly get a feel for the beat and soon it looks like they’re all in sync. The sense of flow helps me push the music with higher leads. It’s becoming cohesive. We’re only doing one-third of the play. I can’t imagine how a director can make the complete play a cohesive whole. Then I realize we’re totally remaking Shakespeare and interpreting it to our own artistic sensibilities. What part of high school do I not understand? Waiting for Jace to return, Jack tries consoling me that it wasn’t a foolish project.
“Look at all we’ve accomplished. We are fluent with an English that’s 350 years old. We’ve made a whole performance out of part of the original play. All the boys are fine with being girls. Even the girls love being boys. You just wrote the music to a classic play. It just needs to be tweaked so you’re happy with it and the players can feel its rhythm. How about if I sing my lines to your music?”
“What?” I had been signing with Jace about Robby. “You want to sing your lines?”
“Why not? It’s all iambic pentameter. My high alto/ tenor voice is perfect for a Queen. We can try it this afternoon.”
“You take charge.”
“No, I’ll support you. We’ll win over Clark and the fairy boys.”
“Sounds like an English invasion band.”
He laughs. “What were you signing with Jace?” he asked.
“He went to see how Robby is. It’s pretty bad.”
“Will he live?”
“Yeah, barely. He’s lying there taking bong hits and feeling sorry for himself.”
“Think I should go see him?” I ask.
“No. You said you’d kill him. You want me to go there again?”
“No way Jose.”
Then Jace starts jumping up and down and signing, “He needs Max lovin’ and Max needs to feed his addiction.”
“Jace thinks we should send Max over. Max doesn’t care what he did. He just wants to get high.”
We agree to the plan.
After final bell, we usually go to Michael’s to help with the Out-Crowd. Instead, we get Max from my house and put him in Robby’s backyard. Max is totally insane, recognizing his turf. He runs to Robby’s window, jumps up and scratches the side of the house. He sits and barks once, commanding to be let in. No reaction. He barks again. Robby isn’t moving. Then Robby’s mom opens the back door, sees Max, and lets him in. We peeked in the window and see Max jump up on Robby’s bed and start slobbering all over the invalid. Robby pushes him away. Max barks. Robby rolls over and buries his head under a pillow. Max grabs the pillow and they fight over it. Max lets go and barks again. Robby gets up, taking out the bong. Max jumps on the bed, standing at Robby’s head waiting for his hit. Three hits later, Max bounds out the window. We take him home.
“Makes me want to get high,” Jack complains, as he lays on the floor rubbing Max’s belly. Jace is doing the same, on Max’s other side. Max jumps up and barked at Jace.
“What’s he barking at?” Jack asks.
“He thinks Jace is here.”
“In front of Max, dummy.
He rolls over and looks where Jace is and says, “I love you, Jace, for making the most wonderful person in my life know how to love me and fuck me real good.”
Jace leans over and kisses him.
“He kissed me,” Jack exclaims.
I hug Jack, “He loves you, too.”
“We’ll both take care of you. Maybe you’ll love me like you still love Jace.”
“Every love is different, Jack. You have yet to find out how much I love you right now.”
He tackles me, Max starts barking, Jace pulls down my pants and enters me in one motion while Jack sticks his hose down my throat. Max lays on his back with his legs twitching in the air while we all rub his belly and continue fucking. My dick decides on its own that it will cum in thirty seconds of my being double fucked. I worry that I’ve become a premature ejaculator. Jack and Jace stop pounding me to watch my dick continue to erupt, then go back to pounding me. Max thinks it’s time for hot ice cream and licks all the cum off my chest and the floor. It’s totally gross. I love being loved.
We show up after all the kids left. Stu, Mike Jr. and John all have swim team still. John remains at the bottom of the B team. He tells me it’s the only time of the day he’s in his own world, not bugged by everyone around him. ‘Two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl.’ Jenna and Michael are somewhere we don’t want to know where. Guido is passed out. Hippie is sitting with a girl I haven’t met before, nothing new for the groupie king. Actually she’s from his church. They’re working on hymns for next Sunday. Our standards are slipping.
“This is Anna, from church choir,” he introduces her. “This is Jack and Tim. They’re boyfriends.”
She looks properly shocked. “Gregory says you’re be coming to dinner on Friday.”
“Yeah, both of us.”
“Will you come to Friday night youth group. A lot of the girls have been asking us.”
“’Us’? You’re together?”
“Yeah. We took a chastity vow together last year.”
“Yeah, Gregory has told us so much about you.”
She smiles demurely, very demurely.
“How long do you have to wait?” Jack asks.
“Until we get married.”
“Hippie, you sly dog. You didn’t say you were engaged.”
Instead of seeming embarrassed, he acts like it was no big announcement.
“We’ll be glad to come to youth group. Do you want us to sing and play?”
“Do you know any gospel hymns?”
“Well, we do Elvis and Pat Boone songs. I wouldn’t call ‘Footsteps in the Sand,’ a hymn but we do Elvis’s ‘Mama.’
“Those are sweet. We’re already praying for Gregory’s two moms. We’ll pray for you two. Maybe you can take a chastity pledge, too.”
“Yeah, but since we can’t really get married, it seems kinda tragic.”
“Lots of church boys are gay. They take the pledge hoping they’ll turn straight.”
“Good luck on that one.”
“Thank you. I’ll see you Friday night.”
After she left, Jack gets all excited. “We’re going to church youth group and help all those gay boys turn straight.”
“I’ll get Felix to give us a bunch of gay underwear we can sign and give to all those girls who’ve been asking for us.”
“Don’t be making fun of my church friends,” Hippie complains.
“We’ll be perfect gentlemen. But do you really support friends that pray that your moms will break up.”
“That won’t happen no matter how much I wish for it.”
“Who’s Felix?” Jack asks, “and why does he give you underwear?”
“Stop fixating on the cloth that covers up what you really want,” I tell him.
Hippie turns red and goes back to practicing church hymns.
“Felix owns Out & Proud in the Grove.”
“Is that a gay shop?”
“Bingo. Jace and I worked there over Christmas when the band thing blew up. All the pre-teeny-boppers started chasing us. He made us wear these crazy briefs and sold all the girls the same ones. They make their boyfriends wear them. I sign mine and write down a fake phone number to call if the 12-year-old boys want to talk with me. I’ll tell Felix you’re our new singer. You can have your own line of sexy underwear.”
“Oh, I prefer what you wear.”
“Fine, we’ll just share. We both can autograph them. He’ll sell them for twice the price.”
“Let’s go now.”
“You don’t want to rehearse?”
“We rehearsed in class.”
“That was for the play. False Gods is opening for Lynyrd Skynyrd in April, in case you forgot.”
“What? I’m going to sing at a real rock concert?”
“Rockin’ the Bay at the Hydroplane course.”
“Jesus, I’ve never sung for anyone in public.”
“How about we start by seeing if you can sing just for us?”
Hippie says, “Let’s do Amazing Grace. We don’t need the drums. Where’s Robby, anyway. Michael’s probably screwing Jenna somewhere else.”
Guido jumps up, only now noticing that his charges are nowhere to be seen. He exits to the main part of the house. We all laugh.
“Now you got Michael in trouble.”
“Only if Guido finds them. He’s not that swift.”
“Says the kettle to the pot.”
“I may seem dumb but it works well with church girls.”
“You really took a chastity vow?”
“Why not? It doesn’t count with groupies.”
“Oh, what evil lurks in the hearts of men.”
“Only real men,” he counters.
Hippie started the bass line for ‘Amazing Grace.’
Jack sings it with soaring counter-tenor, making every end note fly higher and higher, from tenor past counter-tenor. It was better than ‘the Star Spangled Banner.’
Michael and Jenna come running in. “What are you singing?”
“It’s a hymn for Hippie’s fiancée,” Jack proudly states.
“Fiancée? Hippie you can’t get married until at least we do.” Jenna got all red.
“Don’t worry. We took a chastity vow. It’ll be years.”
“Better to be safe than sure.”
“Someone told me to say that .”
“What about groupies? We worked so hard to get you laid.”
Hippie is not aware of that fact, so he looks bewildered.
“Don’t worry. He’s got both ends of chastity covered.” I support him. “We’re going to his church’s youth group on Friday. They have lots of gays who are struggling with chastity together.”
“Can we come, too,” Jenna asks, with Michael hiding his unhappy face.
“Sure,” says Hippie, “But it isn’t a Catholic Church.”
“We can get a dispensation if it’s about chastity.”
“Let’s write a chastity song,” I suggest, trying to steer the band back to business.
We spend ten minutes coming up with lines around the idea that chastity only works for the unfuckable. I come up with licks that are a real downer, perfect for chastity.
Jack is hyper about going to see Felix to get his underwear fix. We walk into Out & Proud for the first time in a month. It’s hard on me not to think about Jace and us working and performing here. Jace runs up to Felix and hugs him, but there’s little reaction on his part. Jace feels Felix no longer cares about him. I introduced Jack as our new singer. All the young girls window shopping hear me. We have a handful of new fans. I doubt they had been hanging out just to see us when we hadn’t been back since the holidays. Felix has Jack try on several garish brief designs. He models for all the girls, who are taking pictures with him posing in the almost buff. Then he changes to the another pattern Felix sot him to sign the used pair which sells instantly to one of the girls. He tells Jack to come back every day after practice. Hell pay him the difference in price between retail and the autographed specials. Then he hands him fifty bucks for the ones he’s just done and tells him to take whatever ones he liked. He agonizes over this selection. Finally he chose the same style as Jace and I share, just a smaller waist size. The girls have been watching him and beg him to wear and autograph the ones we had used. He says he won’t wear them until they invite him over for a private modelling. What a celebrity slut. He has half a dozen phone numbers from pre-teens. I call him a pedophile. He calls me ‘Daddy.’
Felix has a handful of briefs which he hands to me, “You’re next. And no bogus phone numbers. I had complaints of false advertising last time.”
I shrug and repeat Jack’s modelling and autograph act. The girls beg us to sing for them. I ask the chubbiest girl for her first name. It’s Kate. We sing her ‘Amazing Kate,” sort of an original. Felix thanks us and makes us promise to come back tomorrow. Word of mouth will have the shop swamped. We promise. He gives me my fifty bucks. Jack is as high as a kite. He grabs me by the arm, “Let’s go spend money.”
“First, I want you to meet my friends. Jace and I were their gay godparents.” He looks puzzled but soon was skipping with me to Jill and David’s apartment.
Jill opens the door where I see David studying inside. “It water wonder boy, Tim,” She yells at him. He comes to the door.
“I just want to introduce my new boyfriend to you. He’s also our new singer. This is Jack.” She hugs us both. “We were here selling underwear and thought we could take you out to eat.”
“No can do, Master Castle. Too much studying, not enough time. Jill could go, though.”
“Well, I’m sticking by my man, regardless of how cute the boys at my door are.”
“Well, I want to say hi and introduce Jack. Come to our first all originals show in April. We’re opening for Lynyrd Skynyrd.”
“What, that old high school phys-ed teacher? That’s tops,” David notes in his understated way.
“That’s really exciting.” Jill s practically jumping up and down. “At least come in for a glass of wine. David, you can spare five minutes.”
He relents and gives us exactly five minutes. When he hits the books, we push off. Jill gives me a huge hug and kisses Jack politely.
“They’re nice,” Jack says. “How did you meet them?”
“David was my second friend after Stu on the swim team. They were my only friends for quite a while.”
“So, your only friends were ten and twenty when you were fourteen. How’d they get along together.”
“Stu was terrified of David, who’s a world champion swimmer. David laughed at me when I started running around with Stu’s friends on bikes, playing in construction projects and getting covered in dirt.”
“How’d David become your friend?”
“Coach put me in his lane. David asked me why was I so worried the weekend my cousin Joey came to visit. He and David are the same age. We partied with him and Jill in between having sex all weekend long. I told you about that.”
“Yeah, you fucked yourselves to death and disinterest.”
“When they realized we were fucking and that I was gay, they were my only real support. I showed up on their doorsteps crying on several occasions.”
“So you were showing me off, now that you have a real boyfriend.”
“Exactly, and you make a good point. You are totally gay. I don’t have to worry that you’re going to find a girl more attractive and easier to show off. Joey, Scott, and Jace all liked girls as much as they liked me.”
Jace signs, “Not true.”
“Well, Jace found girls fun, but he was totally into me.”
“You are my first. I’ll never forget that, no matter what happens. You never have to worry,” Jack assures me.
I’ll worry about guys like Robby. Technically Jace was his first. Details.
We kiss in the middle of the Grove. Several cars honk their horns. We got whistles and are told to get a room. We do have a hundred bucks to spend, but more importantly, we have each other.