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  “That depends,” Charles said as he stepped close to James, scanning him up and down.  “Is he willing to submit to me as his unquestioned lord and master?”

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    “Don’t make it sound so altruistic.  If I’m going to be a celebrity, I can’t have just anyone as arm candy.  You being a star athlete on a popular soccer team makes us both look better.”

I love Dave  tbh His personality it's the best

What i love the most about this story it's the friendship the four guys have. It's so natural.

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3 hours ago, TQuintA said:

There’s something I’ve always wanted to do first,” James said.  He threw his arms around my neck and kissed me.

            “I love you too,” I said.  “But why the kiss?”

            “I’ve never been out at home.  Now I am.”

             “In that case,” I said, and swept him off his feet.  Holding James like a newlywed bride, I squatted to pick up the four bags with my right hand, and carried him inside.

Well done.  I really enjoy your imaginative use of the language. This story is terrific... I too was checking daily for updates.   

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Chapter 46

            As soon as we got inside, I was delighted to find out dinner was waiting for us—exactly as Charles had specified.  Henry is an amazing cook.

            Conversation was fluid.  Over and over, little groups were born as side conversations, then absorbed into a group conversation, laughter, and liveliness.  After dinner, we spent a half an hour just chatting and catching up.  It had been a long day, and James let out a yawn. 

            Taking his segue, Henry addressed the group.  “My husband and I are delighted to have you in the house, but I do think it will benefit the group if we acknowledge that there are three pairs of sexually active adults in this house.  All of the doors to the bedrooms have locks, so if any couple feels romantic, please do make your way to a bedroom and lock the door.  The walls in this house are surprisingly sturdy, so as long as you do nothing too…” he delicately chose his words, “operatic, you can be fairly certain of your privacy.  As you expect privacy from others, respect the privacy of a locked door.”

            “Excellently put,” Dave said.

            “Jimmy,” he continued, “you and Chris will have your bedroom, unless you have any objections.”

            James shook his head.

            “Dave, Luke, we have two guest rooms.  One is on the second floor with everyone else, and the other is in the basement.  The one on the second floor has its own bathroom.  If you choose the one in the basement, you’ll have to go up one or two flights of stairs to use the commode.  However, the one in the basement has extra privacy because Doug uses it when he’s treating couples with sexual dysfunction.  Which would you prefer?”

            “Does the one in the basement have a window?” Dave asked.

            “No, it does not.”

            “Second floor, please,” Dave said.

            As Henry showed Dave and Luke to their room, Doug pulled me and James aside.

            “I know you boys really care about this bodybuilding show you’re training for, but I don’t know if the shed is going to cut it.  We should check it out tonight before you hit the hay, and I know you guys go to bed super early.  So, maybe we should look now.”

            “The shed?” I asked.

            “For my sixteenth birthday, Dad and Uncle Henry converted the shed in the backyard into a home gym for me.”

            “Not just for you, Mr. Greedy,” Doug said playfully.  “Henry and I use it all the time.  But the weightlifting equipment, yes, that was a 16th birthday present for Jimmy.”

            Doug took us out back to show us the shed.  It was a little cramped, and the only machines in it were a treadmill and a stationary bike, but it had more than enough weights I would need for a short stay, if James and I got inventive.

            “This’ll work,” I said.

            “Good.  Jimmy will show you his room, and then, according to the schedule,” he pulled out a printout of the google doc, “you two will do something called ‘slay the dragon,’ followed by something called ‘sparkle.’  I’m sure at least one of those is sex.  Glad you scheduled some time for each other.”

            “Dad!”

            “I don’t know which one it is,” Doug said.  “Besides, I’m going to be in my office, in the basement, typing up notes.  While listening to Metallica.  On my noise-cancelling headphones.  And by now, Henry should have taken Luke and Dave out to the local mall for after-dinner outlet shopping.”

            We heard Dave’s car door close.

            “Thank you, Dad” James said, and he dragged me to his bedroom.

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Chapter 47

            At midnight, I woke up to have one of my seven meals of the day.  James had had the foresight to bring his up to the bedroom, so he had already eaten and crawled back under the covers.  I had to go downstairs to the kitchen.  I was only in my boxer briefs and socks—James’s childhood bedroom was too chilly to go barefoot—but I didn’t expect to see anyone.

            Of course, I bumped right into Dave.  He was wearing one of Luke’s shirts and his tight-fitting briefs.  The shirt, a bit too big for Dave, tilted to one side, and a tuft of chest hair peeked through the V-neck.

            “What are you doing up?” Dave asked, equally surprised.

            “I came down for my midnight meal,” I said.  “Charles’s orders.  You?”

            Dave held up a copy of the script for his play.  “Couldn’t sleep.  Thought I’d run lines.  Care for some company?”

            “Sure,” I said as I pulled the Tupperware out of the fridge.  We both sat at the kitchen table, and I began to eat.  “How was shopping?”

            “Shopping?”  Dave looked confused.  “Oh, we didn’t go shopping.”

            “I thought I heard your car door close.”

            “You did.  I forgot my script in the car, and Luke ran out to get it for me.”

            “Oh.  But we didn’t see you guys the rest of the night,” I said.

            “Have I stumbled in on a secret meeting?” Doug said as he walked into the room.  He was completely shirtless but had on a pair of pajama bottoms.  Even shirtless, Doug looked surprisingly like a less muscular version of his son.

            “Just having my midnight meal,” I said.

            “Couldn’t sleep,” Dave added.

            Doug grabbed a glass from the cupboard and filled it in the sink.  “Mind if I join you boys?”

            “Not at all,” Dave said, pulling out a chair.

            “Dave was just about to tell me what he and Luke did for the rest of the evening.”

            “I don’t know if I should anymore,” Dave said.

            “Ah,” Doug said.  “So, you had sex.”

            “Guilty,” Dave replied, putting a hand up like he was under oath.

            “You can share if you want to,” Doug said honestly.  “It’d make me feel like a teenager again to hear about your youthful exploits.  I promise I’ll never tell Jimmy.”

            “I can’t tell a story without painting a word picture,” Dave insisted.  “It’s the actor in me.”

            “Be as vivid as you want.  I hear stories like this all day.  You’re not going to surprise me.”

            The light behind Dave’s flickered.  “You promise too, Chrissy?  Never tell James or Luke.”

            I nodded.

            Dave told the whole story in hushed tones.

            “Henry had just left the room, and Luke was out in the car looking for my script.  So, I decided to start getting ready for bed.  I was looking for a place to plug in my phone, when I noticed that the bed in the guest room had four bedposts, unlike the ones at school.  Like any well-traveled gentlemen, I brought a tie for every day of travel and one more in case of stains, so I had four silk ties with me.

            “Before Luke could get back to the room, I tied each of my feet to a bedpost.  I managed to tie my left hand to the bedpost, but before I could do the right one, Luke walked into the room.

            “I told him to lock the door and threw the fourth tie at him.  He eagerly tied my right hand to the remaining bedpost.

            “At this point, I’m still completely dressed, just tied to the bed.  Luke, in his graceless way, stripped naked and got on top of me.  He opened my shirt—careful not to rip it—and began licking and kissing my chest.  I was almost instantly at my full eight and a half inches, and he hadn’t even had the courtesy to undo my zipper.

            “When he felt me squirm underneath him, Luke got a big, goofy smile.  He asked if I wanted my fellow to come out and play.  I nodded, of course.  He then slowly inched himself up my body until he was practically sitting on my face.  I was already tied to the bed, but he was kneeling, one knee on each of my arms, his dick and balls on my face, towering over me.  He looked down at me and told me he’d only let my cock out if I got him off first.

            “You don’t know this, Doug, but Luke almost never lets me blow him.  It’s not his thing; he was only offering now as a power trip.  Before tonight, I’d never given a blow job without the use of my hands.  It is an entirely different experience, and I must recommend it.  Using only my tongue, I had to maneuver him into my mouth, and my Luke is a thick fellow, so it took a handful of tries.  Luke offered no help.  He just looked down at me, and I swear he was sneering.

            “I finally lucked out and got it in my mouth, all of Luke into me, and I began to pivot my neck back and forth.  I got into a steady rhythm, and Luke began playing with his chest and bucking his hips.  I knew he was getting close, so I started swirling my tongue around the tip of his head, and he came so hard that I thought I was going to drown.

            “I though Luke was going to let my dick out now, but he had lied.  Instead, he made me lick out both his hairless armpits.  Luke, bless his heart, thinks that humiliates me.  As long as he’s recently shaved, though, I love exploring his muscular armpits with my tongue.  So, I enthusiastically obeyed his command.

            “Once I licked him clean, then he let my dick out.  By this point, I was red and swollen and about to explode.  But Luke wasn’t done using me yet.  He untied both of my feet, and tore off my pants and underwear.  He then re-tied my feet together to the right bedpost.  The fourth tie he wrapped around the base of my dick so I couldn’t explode without his say-so.

            “Now that I was trussed up to his liking, he went to his travel bag and pulled out the warming lube, his favorite.  He covered me with it, absolutely ruining my tie, but I didn’t care about that then.

            “He lowered himself on to me, practically in one go.  He sneered again and said, ‘What are you waiting for?’

            “I had no leverage, there was a tie knotted around my cock, his weight was on top of me, and he was ordering me to do all the work.  Never let it be said that I back down from a challenge.

            “I start bucking up and down as hard as I could, but between my awkward position and the copious lube, nothing is really happening.  So, I began flexing my cock.  It was hard to do through the tie, but the more I did it, the looser the tie got.

            “Luke smiled in encouragement.  It was working.  I decided to try swiveling, grinding my hips in a circle.  That really started working.  When Luke’s really deep in it and starting to get off, he gets stone silent, and Luke was so quiet I was worried he had stopped breathing.

            “I was getting him closer and closer, but Luke doesn’t like coming twice so quickly, so before I got him there, he got off me and walked away.  My dick was slick, angry, and purple.  My balls craved release.

            “Luke took his hand and began tracing the veins on my shaft with his index finger.  Lightly.  Tenderly.  Smoothly.  It was hell.  I began violently shaking against my binding.  But he kept it up for ten minutes.  For ten minutes, he teased and tickled my cock.

            “I was practically crying, so he applied some more lube, got back on top of me and asked, ‘Are you ready to heel?’

            “By this point, I would have barked if he asked me to, so I nodded.  He untied my cock and began pistoning up and down on it with such fury that I came almost immediately.  But he kept going.  I was past orgasming, but he just kept pistoning.  I knew he wouldn’t stop until he came, so I did my best to egg him on, but it was torture.  I had just come, and he was still stimulating my whole cock.

            “When he finally came for the second time, he turned a deep pink and erupted all over my chest silently, but with volumes of semen.  As soon as he crested, he leaned over and began spooning me.  Out of self-preservation, I worked my dick out of his ass while I was still tied to the bed.  He untied me and fell asleep, whispering sweet nothings in my ear.  The whole thing worked me up, so I left him in bed and came down here.”

            I couldn’t help smiling, thinking about my one time with Luke.

            “You two clearly trust each other,” Doug said.

            “Is that all you got from my story?” Dave asked.

            “Oh, it was hot.  Don’t get me wrong.  That’s something I’ll be sharing with Henry later.  But I’m more interested in why boyfriend Chris is smiling.”

            I was no longer smiling.

            “That’s easy,” Dave said.  “Chrissy here was just thinking about Luke’s birthday.”  Dave was trying to embarrass me in front of James’s father, but he didn’t know Doug as well as I did.

            I swallowed the bite of food in my mouth and clarified.  “I was Luke’s birthday present this year.  The three of us had a one-night thing.”

            “Was this before or after you began dating Jimmy?” Doug asked.

            “Before.”  It was the honest answer.  Doug did not need to know it was only hours before James and I started dating.

            “Glad to hear it,” Doug said.  He then added, “So which is sex: slaying the dragon, or sparkle?”

            I felt like Doug was laying a trap for me.

            Dave leaned in to Doug and said, “That would be slaying the dragon,” still leaning towards Doug, Dave turned his head towards me.  “Is Charles scheduling your sex time with James?”

            I nodded.

            Dave turned back to Doug.  “That micro-managing meathead is my ex.  He called our love-making slaying the dragon.  He apparently still does.”

            “Be honest,” Doug said.  “If I hadn’t come in, you would’ve told Dave all about sex with my son, right?”

            “Maybe,” I said.

            “I’d have wheedled it out of him,” Dave said.

            “If it’s not crossing a line, I’d like to hear it too,” Doug announced.

            “It’s crossing a line,” I responded.

            “Is it?  When we were at Henry’s cabin, you already told me about Jimmy’s first time, and we talked about the quickies in the shower, and I’ve already seen you naked.”

            “What went on at that cabin?” Dave asked.  “And why wasn’t I invited?”

            “If it’ll make it less weird, I could share first.”

            “What do you mean?” I asked.

            “It seems all of us slew a dragon today,” Doug said, wagging his eyebrows up and down.

            “Please let him tell it,” Dave begged.

            Part of me thought it was wrong, but most of me just wanted to hear it.

            “Alrighty, then,” Doug said.

            “I was downstairs in my office, on the computer with my headphones on, just as I promised you and Jimmy.  I wasn’t, however, doing work.  I was surfing the net for porn.

            “When you’ve been together as long as Henry and me, sometimes you have to schedule intimacy, or it doesn’t happen.  For the last ten years, Wednesday night has been sex night.  We try to work in physical intimacy as often as we can, including spontaneous sex, but come hell or high water, Wednesday night is sex night.  Even that first Wednesday night at the cabin.

            “But I figured with all of Jimmy’s friends in the house, Henry would think it was unrefined or gauche or some other big word for impolite, so I was taking care of myself.  I had my cock out and was stroking it lazily with my right hand, my left hand operating both mouse and keyboard, looking for something that struck my fancy.  You can thank me for Jimmy’s cock, by the way.  I may not be as impressive as my son in most ways, but he definitely inherited his cock from me.

            “I couldn’t find anything that was doing it for me.  I’d been looking for half an hour, and nothing was working.  Call me old-fashioned or sappy if you must, but, really, I just wanted Henry.  Suddenly, I felt a kiss on the back of my neck.  Henry had come into my office to tell me that the boys hadn’t gone shopping, and he caught me literally with my dick in my hand.

            “I went to put it away, more embarrassed than ashamed, but he stopped me.  Instead, he locked the office door.  We had established firm boundaries, and the boys were likely to be in bed, and it was Wednesday after all.

            “He took off his shirt, and, boys, my husband has an amazing chest.  Taut and firm.  And he has these beautiful nipple rings.  You know, boyfriend Chris.  The ones he wore at the lake.  He came over to my desk and sat on my lap.  I began kissing his chest, biting at his piercings, he put his arms around my neck and kissed the top of my head and gently tugged my hair.  He knows what gets me worked up, and by this point I was leaking like a faucet.

            “I undid his belt and his zipper, and pulled down his pants until his ass was revealed.  I ran my fingers over the slightly raised surface of the tattoo on his ass, and he began kissing my cheek, working his way down to my neck.

            “Unable to control myself anymore, I picked him up and ran to the bedroom off my office.  I practically threw him on the bed, and he just lay there, smiling up at me.  I entered him in one quick thrust—the tricky little minx had lubed himself before he even came downstairs.  Soon I was bucking my hips, going all the way to hilt with each thrust.

            “When I knew I was close, I flipped Henry on to his stomach, and reached around to grab his cock.  I’m a practiced hand, so I slowed my thrusts and sped up my manual stimulation until Henry and I were both about to burst.

            “Now that we were both on the verge, I ramped up to full speed on both fronts, and we came together in one cry, one voice, one body.  I never feel closer to my husband than when we come together.”

            When Doug finished his story, Dave was beaming, his face in his hands.  “Would you adopt me?” he asked.  “I swear I was raised by the wrong parents.”

            “That wasn’t too embarrassing, was it, boyfriend Chris?”

            By this point I’d finished my meal and thought I could use that as an excuse to avoid playing this midnight game of show-and-tell.  “Not at all,” I said, rising to put my Tupperware in the sink.

            “Nope,” Dave said, pushing my chair back in.  “We’re not done here.”

            “I don’t want to tell a story about fucking James in front of his father.”

            “Fucking not sex?” Doug asked.

            “What?”

            “Not sex or a quickie.  You said ‘fuck.’”

            “This wasn’t sex.  This wasn’t love making.  Charles has us on such a short leash, that this was not sex.  This was animalistic, primal.  A carnal urge.”

            “Now I have to hear it,” Dave said.

            “Ditto,” Doug said.

            I surrendered.  “Fine.  You want to hear about your son’s sex life?  I’ll give you every last detail.

            “James showed me to his childhood bedroom.  I was pleased that the doors in this house are wide enough that I don’t bump my shoulders.   I was surprised by how sparse and Spartan James’s room was.  No posters, no pictures of friends, no trophies.  Just a couple of overfull bookcases, a desk, and a dresser.

            “I asked him why his room was so bare, and he said that you, Doug, used to read into everything he ever put on his wall, so he just stopped decorating them as a form of teenage rebellion.  Then he showed me his bed.

            “His twin bed.

            “I think James has had that bed since middle school because he has trouble fitting on it by himself.  There was no way both of us were going to fit on it together.  It just wasn’t going to happen.

            “James suggested that he sleep on top of me, like a human blanket, so we both stripped naked, and I got on his bed.  I was wider than his mattress.  If I lay perfectly centered on the mattress, both shoulders spread over the sides.  The thought of being wider than a mattress was so hot, that I sprang to my full 16 inches. 

            “Delighted to see that I was enjoying his bed, James climbed on top of me, and, his back to me, he began going down on me.  I don’t know how he fits me down his throat, but he does.  And while he was getting my cock nice and wet, I was working his asshole wider and wider with my fingers. 

            “When he’d gotten me as wet as he wanted, he turned back around to face me, and lowered himself on top of me.  We’ve been working at this for a while, and now he can take all of me.  Even my ridiculously thick base. 

            “Once I was completely inside him, I was stymied for a bit.  Normally, this was when I’d flip him over and take control, but there was no room to do that.  Between the two of us and that itty-bitty bed, we were too big to have sex.  That got me even stiffer, which James seemed to like a lot.

            “Impatient to get things started, James began to bounce up and down on my cock.  He’d soon worked himself into a frenzy, up and down as quickly as he could.

            “We’d only just started to get into a rhythm, when I thought I heard something, so I told James to sop, but he just kept going.  Then the bed broke.

            “Between his weight, my weight, and the up and down motion, we broke the bed.  We weren’t even at full speed yet, and that bed just collapsed.  Sorry, Doug, but that bed is ruined.

            “The impact of hitting the floor with James on top of me caused me to bottom out with a force I normally don’t manage, so James let loose a string of curse words on the pain/pleasure boundary.

            “James was so delighted by this discovery that, with me fully inside him, he began repeatedly getting up and dropping to the floor, practically piledriving himself onto my cock.  Over and over he did this.  Splintering the few fragments of bed that hadn’t already been destroyed.  I was enthralled by his dedication.  Also, I was mesmerized by the fact that my over 200-pound boyfriend crashing down on me wasn’t breaking any bones or doing any damage.  In fact, the speed and force felt amazing.

            “Soon after, James erupted into an orgasm.  Seeing him getting off without me, I flipped him over, broken furniture be damned, and pounded him until I joined him in a roaring ejaculation.”

            When I finished talking, I got up and put my dishes in the sink.

            “Bravo,” Dave said.

            “Henry was right about the walls being sturdy,” I acknowledged.  “I thought the only reason you hadn’t heard us was that you were out of the house.  You guys didn’t hear me bellow like a feral moose or the bed fragmenting into a thousand pieces.”  I looked at Doug.  “Again, sorry, Doug.”

            “It was an old bed,” Doug said.  “I only have one question.”

            “We’re sleeping on the floor.  With the shag carpet, it’s surprisingly comfortable.”

            “That wasn’t it,” he corrected.

            “Oh, sorry.  What was it?”

            “Did you say sixteen inches?  As in four squared?”

            I nodded sincerely.

            “And Jimmy can take all of you?”

            I nodded again.

            Doug burst out laughing.

            “Are you okay?” Dave asked.

            “From my conversations with Jimmy, I thought my son was some sort of sex-starved prude,” Doug said, “when he’s a pornographic dynamo that can take all of your man-cannon in furniture-obliterating passion.  I have never been so relieved in all my life.”

            James walked into the room rubbing sleep from his eyes.  “Chris?  You’re still in the kitchen?  You coming back to bed?”

            Under his breath, Dave whispered, “What bed?” to Doug, and both began laughing like schoolchildren.

            “What’s so funny?” James asked.

            Doug got up and patted his son on the shoulder.  “Nothing, Jimmy.  We were just having a late-night gossip session.  Everything’s funnier in the middle of the night.”  He kissed his son on the cheek and wished him goodnight, then left the kitchen.

            “Night, stallions,” Dave said, grabbing his script and leaving the kitchen.

            When it was just the two of us in the kitchen, James looked at me sternly and said, “You told them about the bed.”

            I looked down at the floor and said, “I told them about the bed.”

            James shrugged and turned to go back upstairs.  “They were going to find out eventually.”

            We went back upstairs, crawled under the covers on the floor, and slept in each other’s arms.

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Really love how all the characters personalities mesh. The bonds you have made in this story continue to be brilliant. 

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Chapter 48

            The next morning, James and I started our workout in the shed while Henry and Dave started to make the big Thanksgiving meal.  The whole time, they debated loudly whether theater could be both art and entertainment.  That left Luke and Doug to bond, and bond hard they did.  Through the window of the shed, James and I could occasionally see one of them run past.

            “Looks like Luke got to play football after all,” I commented between sets.

            “Dad always wanted me to play catch.  He’s having the time of his life,” James added.

            Henry kindly delivered us our mid-morning meal on a tray.  Once we had our plates, Henry put down the tray and pulled something out of his pocket.  “What’s this?” he said in a mock questioning tone.  “It’s a phone!” he said, answering his own question.  “I bet it has your mother’s number programmed into it,” Henry said.

            “I don’t know,” I started.

            “I won’t nag you, but Luke’s already called his family twice, and Dave even called his mother.”

            “Dave?”

            “Of course,” Henry said.  “That woman sounds lonely.  The call lasted all of three minutes, but I’m sure it brightened her day.”

            Henry had gotten Dave to call home?  I was hopeless to stop him.  “I surrender,” I said and called my mother.

            I expected the call to be a painful string of questions, but the conversation was actually pleasant.  When I told Mom I’d become a bodybuilder, she was completely unfazed.  Apparently, her Uncle Rudolf was a bodybuilder too, and she always thought I took after him, especially when I came out.  If I was anything like Great Uncle Rudy, she joked, I’d be 200 pounds by Christmas break.  I laughed politely.  Then she asked me how my studies were going and put Dad on the phone.  He approved of the whole situation.  Frankly, he was so happy I had a steady boyfriend that we focused almost exclusively on that.  He was a little hurt that they hadn’t met James yet, but he was thrilled our dinner came with a history lecture.  He thought about doing something similar the next year, and told me he missed me.

            “Thank you for talking me into that,” I told Henry.

            “You’re welcome,” Henry said.

            Before he left, James stepped on the treadmill to start his cardio, but the machine wouldn’t start.

            “That contraption hasn’t worked in years,” Henry said.  “I’ve been after your father to get rid of it.”

            “Dad said he uses it all the time,” James responded.

            Luke and Doug crashed into the window of the shed.  It shook, but did not shatter.

            “Your father has a unique view of reality,” Henry corrected.  “Just go for a jog.  It’s a low-tech solution, but you’ll still stick to your schedule.  Plus, the weather’s nice and cool.”

            We agreed, and I let James lead the way.  We ran through the streets and dead ends of the planned community.  As soon as the blue house was out of sight, I immediately got lost because all the houses looked the same, and streets like Willow Glen intersected with streets like Glen Road and Willow Avenue.  I had to trust that James knew where he was.

            About ten minutes into the jog, a car pulled over to the side of the road, and the window rolled down.

            “Jimmy?  Is that you?”  A group of four men, all about out age, poured out of the car.  They were dressed like they were on their way to a tailgate party or a bonfire.  When they got to the sidewalk, they blocked out path.  I jogged in place; James stopped dead.

            “Hey, guys,” James managed.  His voice was so quiet I almost couldn’t hear him.

            “Little Jimmy’s been working out,” the tallest of the four said.

            “Hey, Spencer,” James said.

            “Is this your trainer?” the one who’d called out the car window asked.

            “No, Logan.”

            “He’s big enough to be,” Logan continued.

            “How do you know Jimmy boy?” the one who’d been driving asked.

            “Should I tell them?” I asked James.

            “Tell us what?” Spenser asked.

            James squared his shoulders and looked Spenser dead in the eye.  “Chris is my boyfriend.”  After a moment, he added, “I’m gay.”

            The group said nothing; they looked genuinely surprised.

            “Like your father?” the driver asked.

            “Yes, Terrence.  Like my fathers.  Plural.  I have two dads.”

            Terrence put out his hand for me to shake it.  “Nice to meet you, Chris.”

            The group were generally kind and nice.  James was beyond confused.

            “You guys gave me hell in middle school and high school for having gay dads.”

            “We were bigoted little shitheads in high school,” Logan said.

            “It’s why we stopped when we saw you,” Terrence said.

            “We wanted to say sorry.”  This came from Spenser.  “Those were our parents’ opinions, and we repeated them without thought.  College changed us.”

            “Glad to hear it,” I said.  “James did not talk well about his high school experience.”

            “James?” Spenser said.  “Do you prefer James to Jimmy?”

            “Chris gets to call me James,” James clarified.  “You keep calling me Jimmy.”

            “Okay.  Jimmy it is.”  This came from the fourth one, the one whose name I didn’t know yet.  “The four of us are home for the break, and rather than hang out with our folks all weekend, we’re throwing a party tomorrow night at the Barracks.  Come if you want.  Chris is totally invited too.”

            “I don’t know, Neil,” James said.  “Two other friends of mine from school are here too.”

            “Bring them!” Neil said.  “The more the merrier.”

            Terrence got back into the driver’s seat.  “We’re buying supplies right now.  We’ll pick up some extra beers just in case your crew decides to come.”

            The rest of the group got back into the car, and Logan, leaning out of the window again, said, “We hope you come.  Happy Thanksgiving.”

            We continued our jog in silence for a bit, then James said “Do you trust them?”

            “I just met them.”

            “But did they sound sincere?”

            “As sincere as someone can sound in five minutes.”

            “Terrence and Neil would routinely break into my locker and steal my textbooks.  Logan once pulled down my pants in the bathroom and then pushed me out into the hallway.  Spenser spent a week telling everyone not to come to my 13th birthday party because my dads are gay.  They were beyond shitheads.”

            “It’s no wonder you didn’t come out in high school.”

            “That’s an understatement.”

            “So, we don’t go to the party.  We have our own party.”

            James grew silent.

            “You want to go, don’t you?” I asked.

            “I just got invited by the cool kids to the Barracks.”

            “What are the Barracks?”

            “There used to be a high school behind Willow Crescent, but it got overcrowded.  They tried to fix the problem by building a second, smaller building to hold some extra classrooms.  When they finally demolished the old high school, they never demolished the second building.  It’s been abandoned for about 15 years.  The cool kids hang out there.”

            “That’s what cool kids do in this town?”

            “It’s a suburb.  If you didn’t have a car, the coolest place in walking distance was the Barracks.”

            “You want to go to the party, we go.”

            “You sure?”

            “Your dads won’t mind.  Dave and Luke are probably down for it.”

            “What if the invitation was a trap?”

            “Like this is some ’90s high school movie, and they’re only inviting you on a dare or something?”

            “Or something more sinister.  Like Carrie.”

            “With Dave, Luke, and me there, they won’t do anything stupid.”

            James smiled.  “With you there, they won’t do anything stupid.”

            We got back to James’s house, and Dave and Luke were getting ready for the big meal.  We relayed the invitation.

            “Is there room in Charles’s precious schedule for a party?” Dave asked.

            “On Friday night,” I pointed out, “there’s a section labeled, ‘What Charles doesn’t know won’t hurt him.’  I think he wanted us to blow off some steam.”

            “I’m down,” Luke said.  “I don’t trust these fuckers an inch, but if you’re going, I’m going as back up.”

            “I’m morbidly fascinated,” Dave said.

            “Then it’s settled,” I said.

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