Date: Sat, 14 Sep 2013 06:01:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: Henry Brooks <hankster1430@bellsouth.net>
Subject: The Golden Boys Chapter 8

The Golden Boys

Chapter Eight

The Teleplay

It is early Friday evening.  The six housemates (three couples) are
gathered around the back yard swimming pool.  Four of them are on lounge
chairs with drinks in their hands.  Two of them, Rosie and John, are
barbequing what appears to be chicken and corn on the cob.  They are all
naked.

Bob: (Raising his glass) Here's to the best friends a guy can ever hope to
have.  I wish you all good health and long life.

Harris: (As he puts his glass to his lips) You're going to make me cry.

Colin: (Addressing Rosie and John) How's the food coming?  I gotta get to
work in a couple of hours.

Rosie: You'll have plenty of time.  It's almost done.  Your clamoring
public won't be disappointed, I promise you.  If you're bored, you've got
plenty of time for a quickie.

Harris: I'm not in the mood.

Colin: There are plenty of other willing fish in the ocean.  Anybody up for
a quickie?

Rosie: I am.  I am.

Colin: Then get your ass over here.

Rosie gives his barbeque fork to John and rushes over to stand alongside
Colin's lounge chair.  He bends down, grabs Colin's cock, and devours it.
Colin purrs.  Little by little his breathing grows faster and heavier.  He
thrusts his butt at Rosie, fucking his face.  Harris is so very familiar
with Colin's sex sounds, he begins to count down.  "Ten, nine, eight..."
Immediately after `one' Colin screams and cums.  Rosie swallows all of it.

Colin: (Catching his breath) Thanks Rosie, that was great.  Can I return
the pleasure?

Rosie: Not now.  I gotta help John with the barbeque.

Rosie returns to the barbeque and kisses John.  It is obvious that John is
receiving some of Colin's juice.

John: MMMM.  Yummy.

Colin: If not Rosie or Harris, can I interest anyone else in a pre-dinner
quickie?

Both Bob and Darryl jump up, and stand on either side of Colin's lounge
chair.  He sucks both of them alternately until both cum screaming loudly.

John: (Just as Bob and Darryl are getting their breaths back) Everything's
ready gents.  Come and get it.

Suddenly, the director yells, "Cut.  That was a great opening scene.
Tomorrow we'll film an after dinner segment.  Unfortunately Colin has to
leave for work, but the five remaining Golden Boys will have a go at it, so
save your juices, men."

Unexpectedly Harris was aware that someone was sucking his cock, and the
cameras were not rolling. He had no idea what was going on.  He realized
that his eyes were tight shut.  When he opened them, he was in his room,
and it was morning.  Colin was sucking his cock, and he was close to
climaxing.  He came, squirting generously into Colin's mouth.  Ignoring
possible morning breath, Colin kissed Harris and shared Harris's cum.

"What were you dreaming about?" Colin asked.  "From the way you were
twisting and groaning, it sounded like you were having a sexual ball."

"You'll never believe this," he answered, "I dreamed we were a television
show.  Instead of The Golden Girls we were The Golden Boys."

"I don't think we're funny enough," Colin sniggered.

"You're right.  We aren't funny.  Our shtick is sex on screen.  It was a
porn sitcom.  The six of us have sex indiscriminately."

"Not exactly true to life, is it?"

"No, it isn't," Harris agreed.  "But I can sure feel the sexual tension
around here, especially since we all parade around the house bare-ass
naked.  I think it would be easy to convince the rest of the house that we
should all enjoy each other.  One thing that's probably for sure; they'd
all like to have sex with your ultra-young ass."

 "I love you, Harris.  I'd die if you weren't in my life.  I never want to
be with anyone else.  But I also feel something for the guys we live with.
I love them all so much.  Don't hate me, but I could easily have sex with
any of them, individually or en masse."

"Then let me share a secret.  So could I," Harris grinned.  "When I first
met Darryl, I had a go at it with him, and then with Bob."

"Should we start the ball rolling?" Colin smiled.

"You've got my approval."

"OK then, let's say something at dinner tonight, before I go to work, when
everyone is home.  Should we start hinting or come right out with it?"

"Let me think about it," Harris whispered as he kissed Colin.

They always prepared dinner so that Colin would have ample time to get to
work.  Besides, they all had to get up early in the morning to go to work
also, and preferred an early dinner.  As they were washing up for dinner,
Harris said, "Colin, I've decided to come right out with it and ask the
guys to give it some thought.  We'll love them no matter if it's a yes or a
no."

"Whatever you say, honey.  I leave it to you."

That's what Harris did.  At dinner he stood up and told the guys how much
he and Colin loved every one of them.  He believed that such love should be
expressed physically, and that it would not be cheating if they were all in
agreement.  He told them not to answer hastily, but to think about it and
get back to him.

Rosie broke out laughing.  "John and I feel the same way, but we were too
chicken to suggest it.  Who wouldn't want to make love to Colin's hot young
body?"

Bob was the sole dissenter.  "Let me discuss it with Darryl in private, and
we'll get back to you."  Darryl looked at Bob in disbelief, but he realized
that Bob was still not over his guilt feelings of disloyalty to his dead
lover.  That greatly disturbed him, but he remained silent.

Bob hadn't meant to, but his declaration of doubt sobered their usually
jovial dinner together.  Colin always kissed everyone when he went off to
work, but on this night, he left silently.  Harris was truly unhappy with
the way the evening was developing.  He usually fell asleep long before
Colin got home.  This night he tossed and turned, unable to find the peace
he needed to fall asleep.

A clock with a luminous dial stood on his dresser.  Sometime during the
night, he glanced at it, shocked to see that it was 2 PM.  Colin was
usually home between midnight and 12:30 AM.  He thought that maybe Bob had
disturbed him so much that he was sitting outside at the pool, unable to go
to sleep.

He crept out of bed and checked the back yard.  Colin wasn't there.  Now he
was really worried.  He called Colin on his mobile phone, but it went to
voice mail.  He was becoming very concerned.  He swore that if Colin wasn't
home by 2:30, he was going down to the club to see if he was there.  The
club closed at 2 AM and he was very hopeful that Colin would be home
shortly.

By twenty to three, Harris panicked.  He threw on a pair of shorts and a
tee shirt.  He slipped into a pair of sandals, put his wallet in his
pocket, grabbed his car keys and left the house as quietly as he could.

A few blocks before reaching the club, Harris saw blinking red and blue
lights ahead of him.  He also noticed that the sky was smoky.  He could
smell the acrid smoke invading his lungs, encumbering his breathing.  He
feared to think what it all meant.

Finally he came to a road block.  A cop forced him to turn in the opposite
direction.  He opened the window, and yelled at the cop, "Officer, officer,
what's happening?"

"Sandy's Hideaway is on fire.  It's really bad.  The guys have been
fighting the fire for almost three hours.  It's just about under control
now.  You can't stay here, fella.  You have to move on."

"Were there any casualties?" Harris pleaded.  He had to know.

"Lots," the policeman said sadly.  "It could have been worse.  The fire
broke out just before closing.  Most people had gone home, but I understand
that the entertainers and the crew all stayed late.  The club manager had
called a staff meeting for after closing.  The dead have been taken to the
morgue and the casualties have been taken to various area hospitals.  Now
please move your vehicle to keep it clear for fire trucks and ambulances."
Harris turned around and parked a few streets away.

His life was in chaos.  He didn't know what to do, or how he could find out
who was dead and who was injured.  Was Colin in either group?  Was he safe?
Why didn't he try to reach him?

He couldn't just sit there so he made a decision.  He would drive to all
the nearby hospitals.  There were only three that were in the area.  He
couldn't, he wouldn't go to the morgue.  He refused to believe that Colin
was among the dead.


To be continued...