Date: Sun, 27 Feb 2011 04:14:02 -0800 (PST)
From: Henry Brooks <hankster1430@bellsouth.net>
Subject: The Country Club

Author's Note: Although this story stands on its own, some of the
characters in it were introduced in one of my previous stories called The
Tennis Pro.

Berman the Barman

Jamie Berman was the bartender at The West Los Angeles Country Club.  He
was affectionately called "Berman the Barman," by the staff and members of
the club.  He was in his fifteenth year at the bar, and he worked every day
except Monday.  He took a two week vacation every year, and he had never
missed a day for illness.  He was at his station every day by 10:45AM and
he opened the bar promptly at 11AM.  Except for bathroom and dinner breaks,
he was behind the bar until he closed it at 9:30PM.  He served his last
drink at 9:15PM.  No matter how much a member begged for another, Jamie
stuck to the rules (which he himself had established.)  The club hired
temps for special events, and for Jamie's vacation.  The bar at the club
was his own private kingdom, and everyone knew and accepted that fact.

Jamie was now thirty nine years old.  His whole life was centered on the
club.  He knew every member, even those who did not drink.  But more than
that, he knew more about their personal lives than their spouses, their
children, or their parents knew.  He always said that he could write a
book.  Jamie was king of the gossips, or should I say queen?  He was out
and out gay, and never tried to hide it.  He was a stereotype; flamboyant,
a wild dresser, outrageous hair styles, embarrassing makeup, and more
feminine than a Hollywood starlet.  Both the ladies and the men loved to
stop by the bar, have a drink and get treated to a little "dirt" about
someone, straight from Jamie's lips.  If he had some particularly juicy bit
of gossip, it was all around the club in minutes and came right back to him
in a whispered, "Did you hear...?"

At least two nights a week, when Jamie went to his car to drive home, there
would be a male club member waiting for him to follow him home.  Usually it
would be a well married club member, who was stuck in the closet, and
desperately needed the relief Jamie could give him.  Do not believe for one
moment that Jamie was a prostitute.  He didn't expect payment for his
sexual favors, but these people often left a "bonus" for him on his
dresser.

And why not?  Jamie was a handsome man, and once away from the club, he
removed all his makeup, combed out his outrageously styled hair, put on a
pair of shorts and a muscle shirt, and looked damn manly.  He stood five
feet, eleven lean hard inches.  His hair was straight and black and hung
down to his neck.  His eyes were brown and when he looked at you, it was
like Bambi pleading with you not to shoot his mother.  His skin had an
olive complexion.  His body was hairless, because he shaved it entirely,
including all his pubic hair.  He kept his finger nails and his toe nails
clean and well manicured.

The minute he got home every night, he showered and shaved.  The perfume he
wore all day disappeared to be replaced by the scent of a manly cologne.
Jamie stood in front of the mirror and admired himself.  Not only did he
apply the cologne to his fresh shaven face, but also to his body, paying
particular attention to the area below his genitals.  As he did, he watched
in the mirror as his four inch, flaccid, cut cock began to sprout.  As it
approached it's six and a half full inches, Jaime substituted the cologne
for an unctuous body lotion.  If he had company, he would then go into the
bedroom fully aroused.  If he was alone, he stroked himself with the body
lotion until he shot forth in heavy gushing streams, coating a good part of
the mirror.

Frank and Paul

Recently Jamie had taken the virginity of three sixteen year olds who were
sons of members.  They were all good looking, but he was particularly hot
for Daniel Sherwood, the son of Larry Sherwood, a long time member.  But
even more interesting, Daniel was the step son of Mark Cook, the club's
gorgeous tennis pro.  Jamie suspected that Mark was one of those closeted
husbands.  He had been trying to get Mark into bed for years without
success, so when Daniel showed an interest, he was right there.  Maybe he
could get the stepfather through his stepson.

Daniel was already taller than Jamie was, and his big cut cock was also
bigger.  Daniel was almost fully grown and quite mature for his age.  By
pre-arrangement, Daniel cut school one Monday and drove to Jamie's
apartment for some fun and games.  Daniel suspected that he might be gay,
but when Jamie took his virginity that day, all suspicions were removed.
He knew from that day forth that he was a committed homosexual.  The two
men indulged in oral and anal sex for hours.  Jamie made sure that Daniel's
first experience would never be forgotten.  Poor Daniel could barely walk
to his car later that afternoon.

Jamie was also fucking two other boys and none of the three knew about the
other.  First there was Frank Carillo, who was about five feet, five
inches, pleasingly plump, with a three inch uncut cock, that barely made it
to four inches hard.  He would grow some more, but he was maturing at a
slower rate than Daniel.  Then there was Paul Lassiter.  At five feet,
eight inches tall, he was somewhere between Daniel and Frank.  His cut cock
was huge, the biggest of the three, easily ten inches erect.  Jamie let
Paul fuck him and he bled for two days, but he was getting used to it, and
now he couldn't get enough.

None of the boys knew about the others and they swore Jamie to secrecy
because none of their parents knew, and they were very closeted in school.
Jamie wasn't about to break his youthful golden eggs, and he kept his mouth
shut.  His gossipy nature hungered to spread the word around the club that
these three boys were gay, but he controlled himself.  Instead he decided
to be a matchmaker and fix the boys up together.  He couldn't care less if
two of them hooked up, or all three.  If that suited them it would be all
right with him.  Jamie's life was skewed enough.  He never judged others.

The boys usually came over on different Mondays, and Jamie's adult tricks
usually followed him home from work at night.  When he began to fixate on
matching up the boys, his mind began to churn about fixing up some of his
adult friends also.  They were mostly all married and in the closet.  He
reasoned that they might welcome meeting other men with whom they could
play.  It would certainly give him a break.  Poor Jamie was approaching his
fortieth birthday and his body was telling him to slow down.

He started with the boys.  He invited all three over on the same Monday
morning.  Each boy was thrilled that he wouldn't have to wait the usual
three or four weeks to fuck Jamie or get fucked by him.  Jamie always used
oral sex for foreplay, and the boys loved everything he had to offer them.
He drove them so wild with his well experienced tongue that they usually
begged to be fucked afterwards.  He always kept them in suspense by
insisting that they fuck him first.  They were young and easily erected
again after Jamie's blow job.  By the time he got around to fucking them,
they were begging for it.

On the Sunday before the meeting, Daniel approached Jamie at the bar, and
told him that he was seriously seeing someone, and he wouldn't make their
rendez-vous the next day.  Jamie was surprised, but happy for Daniel.  He
tried to find out who the lucky fellow was, but Daniel was mum.  Anyway,
Jamie felt that Paul and Frank would be a good match, and it would be
easier without a third teen ager present.  He told Paul to arrive at 9AM
and he told Frank to arrive at 9:15.  He didn't want them to run into each
other until they came face to face in his apartment.  The boys went to the
same high school and played tennis together at the club, but neither was
aware of the other's attraction to men.

By the time Frank arrived, Jamie and Paul were playing a hot game of
sixty-nine in bed.  Frank was on the verge of cumming for the first time
that morning.  He was moaning so loud that Jamie didn't have the heart to
stop, but when the doorbell rang, he stopped sucking Paul, who then groaned
in agony.  Jamie pretended to be annoyed.  "Shit, who the hell can that
be?" he asked the thin air.  He got up, threw on a robe, and went to the
front door, leaving Paul with a severe case of blue balls.  He pulled Frank
inside and locked the door again.  Then loud enough for Paul to hear he
said, "For Christ sake, Frank, you weren't supposed to be here this week.
One of us screwed up, but as long as you are here, you might as well join
us.  Come into the bedroom."

Frank looked surprised but he followed Jamie into the bedroom.  When he saw
Paul and Paul saw Frank, both jaws dropped.  Frank spoke first.  "Paul
Lassiter," he said, "you are such a jock.  I can't believe it."

Paul recovered quickly.  "Frank, you little butter ball, get your ass in
bed with us so I can grab those luscious looking love handles."  Frank
undressed quickly, jumped into bed, and lunged at Paul's cock.  He had
never seen a cock that big and he immediately hungered for it.  The boys
got so wrapped up in doing each other that they never noticed Jamie slip
out of bed and get dressed.  He went into the living room leaving the two
boys alone.

Frank practiced everything Jamie had taught him on Paul.  He sucked Paul's
cock like a seasoned homosexual.  Paul's blue balls were a thing of the
past in no time.  Then Frank fucked Paul.  Paul had to really tighten up
his ass muscles on Frank's immature cock, but he did a great job and he
gave Frank the ultimate pleasure.  The two boys were so thrilled at having
discovered each other, and to have a convenient fuck buddy, that afterwards
they kissed and fondled each other, trying to show the other how happy and
content they now were.  They no longer had to wait for every three or four
Mondays to have sex with another human being.

When Jamie stopped hearing noises of love making, he peeked into the
bedroom.  The two boys were basking in the after glow.  They had wrapped
their arms around each other and they were tongue kissing all over the
place.  He heard Paul whisper to Frank, "I wish I had known sooner.  We've
wasted too much time."  They resumed kissing and fondling each other.  At
some point they finally realized that Jamie wasn't in bed with them.  They
called for him and he went into the bedroom.

"What's up with you, Barman?" Paul asked.

"Nothing, I just wanted you two to get together.  Honest, you don't need me
anymore.  Now play with each other as much as you want, and I'll bet you'll
meet others at school.  If I learn about anyone else at the club, I'll
certainly let you know."  He thought of telling them about Daniel Sherwood,
but Daniel was involved, so he said nothing.

The boys were somewhat disappointed, but they both knew that this day was
inevitable.  Frank thanked Jamie for fixing him up with one of the
handsomest jocks in school, and Paul thanked him for fixing him up with the
cuddliest teddy bear in the senior class.

The hardest thing for Frank and Paul after that was finding the time and
the place to get together.  Both parents spent a good part of the day at
the club on Sundays.  They played golf and then showered and dressed and
had dinner at the club, but usually not together.  The boys usually spent
the day with them.  They would have a tennis lesson, play tennis and then
spend a good part of the day at the pool.  What excuse could they use for
staying home on Sundays?

They each told their parents that they were inundated with senior school
projects and needed some quiet time at home, but both agreed to join their
folks for dinner at the end of the day.  As soon as their folks left, one
of them drove over to the other where they practiced on each other, and
became accomplished gay lovers.  After awhile, Frank could take Paul's
humongous cock without any pain at all.  In time, the two boys actually
fell in love and started making plans to go to the same college.  Many of
their classmates were planning on going to Berkeley and that's where they
both applied to attend.  They were accepted and arranged to room together.
Soon they could make sneaking around a thing of the past.

Berkeley had a large population of gay students, and Frank and Paul came
out to their classmates, if not their parents.  They joined a straight/gay
alliance and that's where they ran into Daniel Sherwood, their former high
school classmate.  They soon learned that Daniel was sleeping with several
members of the alliance.  They hadn't cared for him in high school and they
didn't socialize with him at Berkeley either.  They might have thought
differently about him, if they knew that he had once regularly slept with
Barman and also with his own stepfather, Mark Cook, their tennis teacher.
They might also have shown more interest in being his friend if they knew
that Mark had left Daniel's mother and had moved in with Daniel's natural
father.  Jamie had already spread the extra juicy news at the club, but the
boys had not yet heard about it.  It was the spiciest gossip Jamie had ever
spread at the club.  But none of that mattered to them.  They were
committed to each other, and weren't interested in any one else.

Belatedly, Frank began to grow by leaps and bounds during their freshman
year, and he soon surpassed Paul in height by a half inch.  His cock grew a
couple of inches, but it never achieved the length and girth of his lover.
It didn't matter to either one of them.  As a result of his growth spurt,
Frank lost his excess fat, and he and Paul made a handsome couple indeed.
They made love often, but each acted as a monitor for the other, making
sure that each kept up with his studies.  They grew deeper in love each
day, and it was not uncommon to hear one of them whisper into the wind,
from time to time, "Thanks Jamie, for introducing us."

When Paul's humongous tool was inside of Frank, he was particularly
grateful to Jamie.

Tom and Phil

When the boys all left at once to go up to Berkeley, Jamie was at a loss to
find any other teen agers to take their place.  There was one other boy who
Jamie was sure was gay, but at eleven he was way too young.  Jamie would
bide his time until the boy started to give him hints.  In the meantime,
Mondays became his day of rest once again.

You would think that there wouldn't be more than one or two closeted
married men, who had sought to bed down with Jamie, but in truth there were
five. Balancing his schedule became a delicate matter with Jamie.  He had
to maintain a regular appointment book.  Three of the men could not get
away regularly, and they only visited him sporadically, but Tom Harris came
over every Tuesday evening.  He told his wife that it was his poker night.
She never asked where the game was, and she was grateful that he never
asked her to allow him to host the game in her house.

Phil Carriere was a dedicated visitor on Sunday evenings.  He travelled all
week on business, so he told his wife he had to leave Sunday night in order
to make early Monday morning meetings.  In truth, he spent Sunday night
with Jamie, and he left Los Angeles early Monday morning.  He never
scheduled a meeting until after lunch on Monday, giving himself enough time
to get from the airport to his business appointments.

Jamie noted that both men played golf on Saturday, and that sometimes they
were matched in a foursome together.  On Sundays, they played tennis with
their wives and were sometimes matched against each other.  Jamie would
chuckle to himself and wonder what each would think if they knew that he
was fucking both of them, and they were both fucking him.  It struck him
even funnier, when after a mutual golf game, they would both come into the
bar for a drink, and he would serve them with his usual friendly face, but
without any hint as to their intimacy.

It further struck him as downright hilarious, when they came into the bar
with their wives after having played tennis together.  He would serve all
four, and openly flirt with the ladies.  The wives were flattered even
though they knew that Jamie was harmless.  He would look at them and wonder
what they would think if they knew that their husbands were fucking him and
he was fucking them.

On school holidays, when Frank and Paul came home, they would let him know
how happy he had made them.  On their last visit, they even told him that
they were getting ready to come out to their folks, because they couldn't
bear to be apart when they were home from school.  It got Jamie to
thinking.  He wondered if Tom and Phil would be as happy, if he got them
together, and they didn't have to depend on him so much.  He began to plot
how to do the deed.  It was not possible to schedule them on the same night
as he had done with the boys.  He racked his brain, dreaming up the most
intricate scenarios, none of which seemed feasible.

In the end, he came up with a simple solution.  Without mentioning names,
he would tell each one that there was another club member in a similar
situation to his.  He would reveal that he was screwing both of them.  He
would then indicate how compatible he thought they would be together, and
he would ask if they would like to meet the other.  The plan was almost too
simple.  Before acting on it, he spent many more hours looking for any loop
holes in his planning that could possibly hang him and his two fuck
buddies.  He couldn't find any, and it seemed the only way to go.

He saw Phil first on Sunday night.  He allowed Phil to be particular
passive that night and he did all the work.  He brought Phil to orgasm with
his tongue and his lips, and Phil reported one of the most intense orgasms
he had ever had.  It encouraged him to beg Jamie to fuck him.  Jamie had no
objection to that.  Afterward, Phil was happy and exhausted.  Seeing how
mellow Phil was, Jamie broached the subject.

"Look Phil," he said.  "You shouldn't always count on me for relief."

"I don't," Phil answered.

Jamie was shocked.  "What do you mean?" he asked.

"I make out on the road sometimes."

"You devil," Jamie laughed.  "How would you like to have a steady fuck
buddy at home?  Someone you can socialize with and not raise any eyebrows?"

"You know somebody for me?" Phil was more than curious.

"Let's just say that there are other men at the club who have the same
hunger and the same needs that you do.  In fact I am seeing several of
them, and there is one guy, in particular that I think you should meet and
get better acquainted with."  Jamie winked at Phil and Phil knew exactly
what Jamie meant by "get better acquainted."

"Are you interested?" Jamie asked.  "If you are, I can arrange it."

"Hell yeah, I'm interested," Phil exclaimed.  "Who is he?  Do I know him?"

"I told you.  He's a member of the club and you know him, but I won't tell
you his name unless he agrees to meet you also.  I'll be seeing him Tuesday
night."

"You've really got me excited," Phil said.  "I'll be in Phoenix on
Wednesday.  I'll call you from there.  Now let's get some sleep, I've got
an early flight tomorrow."

That Tuesday night, Jamie gave Tom the same loving treatment he had given
Phil, and when Tom was coming down from a very intense orgasm, Jamie
presented him with the same proposal.  Tom agreed immediately and pressed
Jamie for his potential lover's name, but Jamie said that nothing would be
revealed until they met.  Jamie pointed out to Tom that the hardest thing
would be to find a mutual time when they could both get away from their
wives.

"Do you want to meet here or in a hotel?" Jamie asked in all sincerity.

"I don't know about Mr. X," Tom replied, "but I think here would be the
best place.  You better have some stiff drinks available.  I'm suddenly
very nervous about this meeting."

Phil called early the next morning before Jamie left for work.  Jamie
explained that the other guy could only come over on a Tuesday evening and
it was Phil who came up with a solution.  "I'll take two days off, and book
only Wednesday to Friday.  I'll tell my wife that I am flying out Tuesday
night instead of Sunday night."

"That sounds like a plan that will work," Jamie commented.

Phil had already booked the next two weeks, including his flight tickets,
so Jamie arranged the meeting for three Tuesdays hence.  Again he told them
to arrive fifteen minutes apart, but this time, he did not have sex with
Tom who arrived first.  Instead they waited expectantly for Phil.  When he
came in the two men did a double take.  At first they giggled awkwardly,
but then Tom stood up and embraced Phil.  The two men looked in each
other's eyes for a long time.  Finally Phil said, "I've always had the hots
for you." The two men burst out laughing and then they kissed each other
very passionately.

Jamie said, "I'll leave you two alone.  You know where my bedroom is."

When they were alone, Tom said to Phil.  "It's hard being married and
knowing that you are living a lie.  I ache every day."

"Tell me about it," Tom commented back.  "There are many nights I cry
myself to sleep."

"Me too," Phil said.  He took Tom's hand and led him to the bedroom.  Jamie
prepared to camp out on the living room sofa that night.  He was smug in
the knowledge that he had made another match.

In the bedroom, the two men undressed each other slowly and methodically,
until at last they stood facing each other naked.  They loved what they
saw.  They were both in their early forties, and their bodies were toned
and their skin was tight.  Neither was too muscular, but they were both
lean and attractive.  Tom was six feet, two inches tall.  He had dark brown
eyes, medium brown hair and a light smattering of hair all over his body.
His pubic hair was bushy and plentiful, and Phil decided to ask him to trim
it somewhat.  His cock was simply beautiful.  It was about five inches
flaccid and rather thick.  He was uncut, but he did not have excess
foreskin.  The tip of his sheathe did not entirely cover his head.  Phil
could not contain himself.  He reached out and took Tom's cock in his hand.
It immediately erected to about seven inches.

Phil was exactly six feet tall.  Unlike Tom he was quite hairy.  His legs
and back were furrier than most men.  Fortunately Tom liked hairy men.  The
thick hair on Phil's chest especially excited him.  Phil's hair was black
and his eyes were blue.  His skin was very pale and it made his blue eyes
appear almost luminous.  Some people would say that he had bedroom eyes,
whatever that means.  His cock was about the same size and girth as Tom's,
but he was cut.  As soon as Tom's cock erected in his hand, his cock did
also.  Tom grabbed for it.

The two men fondled each other for awhile, and then fell into bed.  They
twisted into a sixty nine position and went to work.  There is nobody
hungrier than a man who is in the closet and living a lie, and then at last
he is doing what nature intended him to do.  Phil and Tom ravished each
other.  They came, panting heavily, into each other's mouths.  They both
swallowed all they could and then kissed passionately, blending what seed
each had left.  They hugged, fondled and kissed, crying and laughing
alternately.  Finally Tom realized that he needed to get on home.  He
envied Phil, who could sleep over until it was time to go to the airport in
the morning.

When he was dressed, Tom gave Phil his business card.  "Please call me at
my office from the road.  We have so much to talk about," he said.  The two
men embraced and Jamie literally had to pull them apart so that Tom could
leave.

Phil and Jamie slept in the same bed that night, but didn't have sex.
Jamie lay still beside Phil basking in the knowledge that he had made yet
two more men very happy.  His mind was already trying to figure out who
else he could hook up.  He suddenly concluded that it was his calling to be
a matchmaker.  It never occurred to him to think about himself.  After all,
he was no spring chicken.

Jamie and Daniel

When the three teen agers, who Jamie was having sex, with went off to
college, Jamie found himself missing Daniel, but not Paul and Frank.  He
would dream about the boy, and yearn for him.  But now Paul and Frank were
a couple and Daniel had told him that he was "involved," so he put all
three of them out of his mind and concentrated on his adult "friends" at
the country club.  Jamie's work schedule did not allow him much of a social
life and he depended on these guys for his needs as much as they depended
on him.  His efforts were commendable, but as much as he enjoyed match
making, he was diminishing his pool of fuck buddies.

Then something unexpected happened.  When Daniel's freshman year ended, he
showed up at the bar one afternoon and ordered a gin and tonic.  He was
more than legal now and Jamie happily filled his order.  There were a few
other club members at the bar, but they soon left.  When they were alone,
Daniel told Jamie that he had been miserable and home sick at Berkeley. He
told Jamie that he was transferring to UCLA for next semester.

"I wanted to live with my dad and Mark," Daniel said, "but for personal
reasons we all agreed that it wouldn't be too wise a move, so I am living
with my mom and her new boy friend.  Confidentially, I think he'll be out
of the picture soon."

"What about the guy you were involved with?" Jamie asked.  "Can't you live
with him?"

"Oh," Daniel lamented, "That relationship has been over since I graduated
high school."

Daniel lowered his voice and leaned into Jamie.  "I'd really like to see
you again and soon," he whispered.

Jamie smiled.  "You know when I get off work, and you know where I live.
If you come over tonight, I'll be waiting."

Daniel gave Jamie a smile and a thumb's up.  "I'll see you later," he said,
and he left.  Jamie could barely perform his duties the rest of the day.
He was happy to stay behind the bar because it helped hide the constant
erection he got whenever he thought about Daniel's impending visit.

That night, they made love like they never had before.  They warmed each
other up by sucking each other's cocks in a hot game of sixty-nine, but
they managed to avoid cumming.  Then they alternated fucking each other.
It was a record breaking, marathon night.  Jamie came twice, and Daniel
exploded inside Jamie three times.  They shared the knowledge with each
other that neither could remember having more intense orgasms.

That summer, Daniel stayed over at Jamie's apartment almost every night.
It was an unlikely liaison, and as much as both men tried to stop what was
happening, they were falling deeply in love.

"I'm twenty-one years older than you," Jamie kept protesting.

"I don't fucking care," Daniel protested in return.  "I never related well
to people my own age.  That's why I was so unhappy at Berkeley.  All I
could think about were you and M..."  He stopped himself short.

"You were about to reveal the name of the guy you were involved with,"
Jamie said.

Daniel nodded and said, "My lips are forever sealed."

Jamie's gossipy nature and his overwhelming curiosity took over his reason.
"If you really love me enough to share your life with me," he challenged
Daniel, "you'll tell me who it is, and you'll trust me to keep your secret.
If you don't, I won't believe you love me, or trust me, as much as you
claim."

Jamie was right of course.  If you love someone enough there should be no
secrets between the parties, and they should trust each other to keep those
secrets from others.

"I promise you, if you ever tell a living soul, I think I'll be mad enough
to murder you.  You absolutely must keep my secret to prove your love for
me, and my trust in you, and in our relationship," Daniel said.

"I swear," Jamie almost screamed.  "Tell me before I die."

"I was making it with Mark Cook while he was still married to my mother."

Jamie's jaw dropped open and for a change he was at a loss for words, but
not for long.  "Son of a gun," he murmured.  His lips were barely parted as
he spoke.  "I tried every trick in the book to get him into my bed.  Even
though he was married, I just knew he was gay."  Jamie looked at Daniel.
"Well I landed a bigger prize, and a much better one.  I got his step son."

"Imagine how I felt," Daniel said.  "He dumped me for my father.  If that
wasn't bad enough, I thought my father was totally straight, but the night
I came out to him, he told me that he was bisexual.  Obviously, he's all
gay now."

Jamie started to laugh.  "What's so funny?" Daniel wanted to know.

"I swear nobody will ever know.  I thought that keeping the identity of my
club member tricks was hard for me to do, but this will be even harder.  I
love you and I'll do it for you, but what I am laughing at is an image I
just had of running into your two dads at some gay bar, or even double
dating with them.  Can you imagine going out to dinner with them?"

"Actually I can," Daniel said, "but let's not be premature.  I think our
relationship will take some getting used to on their part.  Let's be
patient and not push it."

Before the semester began, Daniel moved in with Jamie.  When his tricks
from the club learned that he was in a monogamous relationship, they were
more than frustrated, but they were happy for him.

Daniel's mother was not happy at all.  She had sent her latest lover away,
her daughter had just left for an out of town university, and now she was
alone for the first time since she had married Daniel's father, Larry.
There was little she could say to keep Daniel in her home since he was of
legal age, and Larry was paying the college tuition for both their
children.

Larry and Mark were a little upset at first about the age difference
between Daniel and Jamie, but when they saw how happy the two men were,
they relented and approved.  In fact, they took the happy couple out to
dinner to celebrate.  Jamie never believed that it could happen, but who
better could understand their love than another gay couple.

As for the members of the West Los Angeles Country Club, they lost their
most colorful employee, not literally, but symbolically.  Jamie gave up his
flamboyant demeanor.  He no longer wore makeup to work.  He combed his hair
fashionably but conservatively, and he wore appropriate attire for anyone
tending bar.  In order not to be tempted to blurt out his remaining
secrets, he stopped gossiping altogether.  In time, there were no juicy
stories making the rounds at the club, and it appeared that all the members
were squeaky clean.

Paul and Frank, Phil and Tom came around regularly to report on their
status.  Both couples seemed to be getting closer to each other all the
time.  It didn't even disturb Jamie that Phil and Tom were talking about
divorcing their wives and moving in together.  He felt it was the proper
and honest thing for them to do, so why should he be upset in any way.

Paul and Frank came out to their parents.  They all suspected anyway, and
it wasn't as bad an experience as the boys thought it would be.

Every day, Jamie said to himself, "All's right with the world.  I am with a
wonderful person whom I love dearly."  He would then say a small and silent
prayer thanking God for his good fortune, and by the way, for the gift of
love he had been able to give to others.