Date: Sun, 22 Jan 2017 17:21:31 -1000
From: Mark Dross <stateofblues@gmail.com>
Subject: Loving Conor, Chapter 18

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Loving Conor - Chapter 18

I fumbled my phone taking it from my pocket, then tried to steady my hands
to push the right numbers. I managed to hit the 9 and 1 before Conor yelled
out.

"Wait, B! He didn't do it!"

I rushed over and knelt next to Tom. He was breathing but unresponsive.

"If he didn't do it, then what's wrong?"

"I tackled him off that stool... I didn't mean to hit him so hard."

A cursory check of the room revealed the first aid kit mounted on the
wall... something I should have looked for before but didn't. I popped the
lid on the box, then popped the ammonia pack under Tom's nose. Tom inhaled
deeply, then opened his eyes wide and pushed away from Conor, backing up
frantically and gasping for air.

"The fuck, bro!? I think you cracked a rib!"

"I'm sorry, but what the fuck were you thinking?!"

"I wasn't thinking, god damn it! If I could take it back, I would, but it's
too fucking late for that!"

As Tom was yelling at Conor, Luke entered the room, followed by Sam.

Luke yelled at Conor. "Damn it, Conor, you promised!"

Sam ran to Tom, yelling, "What the shit is happening?!"

Conor yelled at Luke. "I wasn't trying to hurt him!"

Tom yelled at Conor. "Luke said you were pissed at me, so go ahead and
finish what you mother fucking started! I fucking deserve that shit, and I
know it, so come on, hit me again!"

Conor yelled back at Tom. "I don't want to hit you, Tom, and nothing is
worth taking your life over! I love you... we all love you, and what
happened with Luke isn't going to change that! Nothing will!"

Tom looked confused, then looked up at the rope. "Oh, fuck, bro... no,
fucking no! The rope is for tonight! You think I was gonna off myself? I'm
fucked in the head, but not that fucked in the head!"

"That's exactly what you were doing! I know what I saw!"

Sam started yelling at Conor, Tom started yelling at Sam, Luke started
yelling at everyone, and nothing was getting resolved. I used the talent
for extremely loud whistling I had inherited from my father to quiet the
room.

"We are all understandably excited, but since this is about Tom, let's hear
him out."

Calmer heads prevailed as Tom explained himself. "What you saw is me tryin'
to figure out how to get that damn dick up there by myself." Tom pointed to
a large, penis shaped, object that was sitting on the floor near the
entrance.  "The rope for a piņata, bro."

"A what?"

"It for Kat's birthday party. He's full of candy and toys from Charles, and
heavy as fuck. I would have asked for help but I didn't want to get my dick
ripped off."

"I didn't mean... I wasn't really going to..." Conor walked over and
wrapped his arms around Tom.

"Ouch!"

"Shit, I'm sorry, Tom."

"Just messing with you. Were you crying for me, bro?"

"Maybe... okay, yes. I care about you."

"I know you do. If you ever need saved, I'll be there to knock you out,
too."

"We can help with the pin... dick... thing."

"Sure, but I got business to take care of first."

Tom walked over to Luke. "I'm sorry Little Bro, I should have never come on
to you. I fucked up."

Luke's eyebrows wrinkled. "Everyone keeps acting like I had nothing to do
with it, but I was there and I know what I did. You can't take all the
blame, Tom."

Tom shook his head. "No, I can't take all the blame, but I do take
responsibility and I gotta own up. If I tried that shit on you now, would
you go for it?"

Luke opened his mouth to say something, then just looked down and shook his
head, no.

Sam walked over and hugged her brother. "We already talked about this,
Luke. Yeah, it was stupid and irresponsible, but we weren't exactly good
examples for you, were we? Tom wouldn't do it again and neither would you,
so let's learn and move on, okay?" Luke nodded and buried his head in his
sister's shoulder.

Connor looked at the big dick on the ground. "The fuck is a piņata?"

Luke followed with his own question. "The fuck is this room?"

Tom explained the history and make up of piņatas as Conor and I helped
hang it up. Luke explored the Red Room, intrigued and imagining the
possibilities which was obvious by the growing bulge in his denim
shorts. Sam tolerated Luke's curiosity until he sat in the sling and put
his legs in the stirrups.

"Time for you to go home, Luke."

Luke casually rocked back and forth.  "Um, yeah, about that... my car made
the long journey today."

"The long... what are you talking about?"

"It bit the asphalt... met its manufacturer... took a cruise down the gold
highway to the big junk yard in the sky..."

"Okay, it died, I got it. I guess you'll be taking the bus then."

"Come on, mom! Can't I stay for Kat's party? I know her too, in case you
forgot."

"Stop calling me mom, Luke. You haven't seen Kat in years, and the party is
for..."

"Adults? We've already established that I'm not 16 anymore. I won't drink
if that's what you're worried about.'

"It's not that. It would just be weird having my little brother around
with... you should just go home."

I was just about to let Sam off the hook when Conor beat me too it... a bit
less tactful than I had in mind.

"It's the sex, Luke. Just take a look around you."

"You're telling me that people will be having sex at a birthday party?"

Sam quickly clarified the statement. "No, not at the party, but... this is
getting awkward. Just go home, please?"

"Well, I can't leave my car in the restaurant parking lot, and it'll be too
late for a bus by the time I get it hauled off to... who knows where."

I tapped Sam on the shoulder and led her to the hallway, out of earshot
from Luke.

"I'll have to run it past Conor, but Luke could hang with us tonight if he
wants. If you're worried about him being here for the event, we can skip it
and find something else to do. It's not like we participate anyway."

"I can't ask you to do that, Brandon, you know how late it stays freaky
here."

"It's not a problem as long as you're okay running the show without
us. Besides, he is an adult now, and a kick to be around."

"Fine, I suppose he can come to the party, just make sure he doesn't
see... you know what I mean."

"I do, and don't worry, I'll blindfold him if I have to."

I walked back into the room just in time to catch a stray Frisbee, badly
thrown by Luke. A Frisbee wasn't quite the toy I would expect to see in the
Red Room, but it was something I had experience with. I spun the disk on my
finger, then tossed it behind my back to Conor, inciting a cheer from Luke.

"Damn, B got mad skills!"

If looks could kill... I saw the fleeting glare of jealousy when Luke used
Conor's pet name for me. The look passed as quickly as it came, replaced by
a smile. I caught up with my Love as he flicked the Frisbee back to the
younger man. Before I could mention anything, Conor whispered.

"What would you say about Luke hanging with us tonight?"

I whispered back my conversation with Sam while I watched Luke sneak up
behind Conor. What I didn't see was the cat-o-nine tails that popped across
Conor's ass cheeks. Luke dropped the whip and fled the scene with Conor on
his heels.

Sam paused from her task of helping Tom with decorations and
grinned. "Don't look at me..."

"I know. It was my idea, right?"

"Yep. Good luck with that."

I noticed Tom reach around Sam and kiss her neck as I walked from the
room. The words Conor spoke echoed in my mind... "There's always hope,
Luke..."

Even with the things I had experienced at The House, the concepts of open
relationships and free-for-all sex was still fuzzy to me. On one hand, Sam
had no qualms about banging a complete stranger. On the other hand, she
obviously had issues with her brother seeing her do it... or at least
watching him do it. Either way she was bound by some level of shame or
guilt, and neither of those lend to openness or freedom. Given our quick
engagement, the topic was one that Conor and I hadn't thoroughly discussed,
but one that needed to be addressed sooner than later.

I walked into the Common Room to a full blown wrestling match. It was
likely not their first skirmish, but the "little squirt" had grown, and
Conor had his hands full. It was apparent to me that Luke had spent some
time learning grappling skills, which he deftly used to trap one of Conor's
arms behind his back and press the side of his face into the rug.

"Say it!"

Connor met my eyes and winked, then proceeded to do a one arm push-up,
lifting himself and Luke off the floor. Luke lost his balance and his grip
on Conor's arm when Conor twisted his body around. The move was impressive,
but Luke grinned when he ended up sitting on Conor's chest, pinning both
arms to the floor.

"Ha! I got you! Just give up and say it!"

Conor smiled as his feet appeared under Luke's arms on either side of his
body.

"Oh, shi..."

The expletive was cut off as Conor locked his ankles together, putting Luke
in a game ending leg vice. Luke's face twisted and changed colors.

"Say it, Luke."

"Ah, fuck... Uncle, damn it!"

"Close enough."

The two stood up and maneuvered through some secret handshake.

"Damn, I thought I'd be able to take you by now."

"Was that Jiu Jitsu?"

"Yeah, I've been taking lessons, but a lot of good it did against you and
your damned gymnast flexibility."

"Bullshit, you almost had me."

"Bullshit, you were just toying with me."

"Nah, give yourself more credit."

I noticed Conor's phone buzzing on the floor, then picked it up. "It's
Sean, babe."

While Connor walked toward the bar with his phone, Luke changed the topic
away from his defeat.

"So where did you learn to use a Frisbee like that?"

"It's just something everyone did when I was younger. We didn't have access
to all of the electronic gadgets the kids have now."

"Well you were probably better off without all the video games. I would
rather go hiking or surfing, or toss a ball around than blow up pixels any
day."

"You're right about that, and it's obvious you don't sit on your ass
pushing buttons all the time."

"Um, I hate to ask, but do you think I could get a ride back to my car? I
need to do something with it before it's too late or I'll be hitching
home."

"I'm more than happy to, but you can hang with us tonight if you want. I've
already cleared it with your sister, and she's good with you going to the
party, too."

"Yes... I mean, that would be great. Thank you."

Conor returned with a smile on his face.

"How is he?"

"Giddy as a little girl now that he's released from his cell. He won't be
back to work for a while, but his doc says he can go out as long as he
takes it easy."

"Do you think he's up for being kidnapped?"

"I think he would pay for someone to kidnap him."

"Let's do it then."

"He was just headed to another appointment, so we'll have to find something
to do in the meantime."

"That's perfect. We'll use the time to help Luke with his car."

We ran into Sam in the hallway as we were headed to Sweets. "So what are
you troublemakers up to?"

Luke shrugged. "From what I gather, we're going to deal with my car, then
kidnap a psychotic mental patient who just got out of prison."

Sam looked at me, then Conor, who grinned. "Should be fun, you want to
come?"

Sam grinned back, obviously used to the shenanigans. "Yeah, no. I'm trying
to cut down on felonies this year, but thanks for the offer."

I drove to the restaurant as Conor told Luke about Sean. It surprised me at
first how many details were being given out, then I realized why. Sean's
past had been no joke, and all the talk of prison and psychopaths could
have unintended consequences. Luke was given just enough information to
keep from saying something he would regret. I glanced back at Luke in the
rearview mirror, noting the compassion in his expression and a mist in his
eyes.

The parking lot was full, except for the two spots on either side of Luke's
car, which was convenient and a bit funny. Luke noticed, too, and
chuckled. "They think it's contagious. I guess I'll call a scrapyard to
come get it."

Though no mechanic, I did have some experience with fixing cars. "Before
you do that, pop the hood and let me take a look."

I took a few minutes to check the car, surprised at the difference under
the hood compared to the outside. It was obvious that Luke had kept his car
properly maintained. The engine was nearly spotless, and all of the fluids
and belts checked out except for one. I looked underneath to see a puddle
of oil.

"Luke, it looks like a blown filter gasket. If the engine wasn't run too
long without oil, we may be able to fix this. When did that clanking sound
start?"

"Right down the street, then a red light came on the dash."

"Get anything valuable out and have it towed to The House. I'll text Tom so
he can receive it, then I'll see what I can do in the morning."

Luke rummaged through the cab, grabbing a handful of small items, then
hesitated before opening the trunk. "Guys... I would rather you didn't see
this, but I can't risk leaving it."

We looked inside to see several boxes filled with individual zip bags of
socks, jocks, t-shirts, and briefs. Conor snickered. "I don't know what I
was expecting but it wasn't that."

I chuckled. "You carry a lot of underwear around for someone who doesn't
wear it."

Luke looked a bit embarrassed and shook his head. "I know I'll catch shit,
but I may as well tell you. This is all for my business."

Conor pulled a package out. None of the items looked new, and the white
jockstrap inside the bag was covered in stains. "Do you laundry other
people's skivvies, or what?"

"No. I sell them. These are all accounted for and ready to be shipped."

I expected more laughs and jokes from Conor, but he simply asked. "How
much?"

"It depends. The items get auctioned off to the highest bidder, but the
average for jocks is usually around forty. The briefs are about the same,
and the socks and shirts usually go for less, but not always."

Conor put the filthy jock back. "Finish the story while we move these."

"It all started when a guy at the gym offered twenty bucks for my jock. The
next week he asked for a pair of briefs and socks for his friends. It
wasn't long before I couldn't keep up with the demand. As a business
student, I saw the potential and made my own website. It's all about
finding and filling a need."

Conor put the last box in my trunk. "So much for poor college student. You
must have a thousand dollars of profit in there... and what is that, one
month worth of merchandise?"

"One week, actually, but I don't get all the profit. There's no way I can
go through this much on my own so I've had to recruit all my friends to
help for a cut. I've had a lot of requests for photos and videos of the
guys in their gear, but I really don't want to get into the porn
industry. I'm working on a way to allow the buyers to negotiate directly
with the boys without passing on any personal information. If they want to
up the ante by recording themselves jizzing in a jock, it's on their
terms."

I noticed Luke wasn't meeting our eyes. "I guess it's kind of a pathetic
way to make money, but..."

I put my hand on Luke's shoulder. "It's not pathetic, it's friggin' genius,
that's what it is."

Luke finally looked up and smiled. "Well, it'll work for now, but the
business model is flawed. There's simply too much demand and too many
complications finding people to supply the goods."

Conor closed the trunk. "It's impressive, Luke, and so are you."

Luke blushed. "Stop or you'll make me cry."

After waiting nearly an hour for the tow truck, we grabbed some takeout for
lunch and made our way to Sean's house. Sean had apparently just showered
and was standing in the kitchen with damp hair and wearing nothing but a
towel. Conor yelled out his customary insult...

"Ey, dosser, get some clothes on already!"

Sean had his face buried in the top half of a blender, chugging down what
appeared to be a protein shake. He lifted his middle finger, then turned
around and dropped his towel, mooning us as he took the last few gulps.

Conor grinned. "I brought company, dipshit."

Had it been me, I would have scrambled for my towel, but Sean pulled the
blender away from his mouth and slowly turned back to face us, revealing a
white mustache and, well... everything else.

As with most of his physical characteristics, Sean's body contrasted
sharply with Conor's... darker skin tone, sleek and less muscular, but
still well defined. Two bandages on his right side and some bruising were
the only signs of the horrific beating the resilient young man had taken. A
thin pelt of black hair covered his chest, then faded over his abs until
starting back as a trail to the bushy pubes surrounding his circumcised
manhood. Not usually a big fan of body hair, even I couldn't deny the look
was attractive on him. When I realized I was staring, I tore my eyes away
and met a pair of green eyes above a sly grin.

"Take a picture, B, it'll last longer."

I did my best not to blush, but felt the warmth in my cheeks and knew I had
failed in the endeavor.

Conor turned his teasing gaze from me to Luke. I expected an introduction
but none came. Looking back and forth between the two, I realized what the
delay was about... Sean and Luke were completely transfixed on each
other. Sean was still holding the blender a few inches from his face,
looking for all the world like a Greek statue with a modern twist. Conor
waved his hand in front of Luke's face, but didn't even get a blink, so he
turned his attention to Sean.

"Eh, glad eye, this is Luke."

Luke took two steps toward Sean, who looked at the blender as if wondering
where it had come from, then set it on the table and took Luke's
hand. "Sean... it's a pleasure."

There was no shaking in the handshake, just holding. My mind flew back to
the day I met Conor, and I realized what was potentially transpiring
between the two. I heard a car tire screech at the same time as Conor
yelled out.

"Sean, cop on! Yer ma just pulled in!"

The announcement woke Sean up, but not enough to let go of Luke's
hand. Sean took off toward his room...  with Luke in tow.

Conor picked up Sean's towel as I asked the question of the day... or at
least the hour, given we still had plenty of day left.

"What the hell just happened?"

Conor grabbed my hand. "I don't know, but I'm not waiting here. Let's go!"

I felt like a teenager again as we ran to avoid the moms, hitting Sean's
bedroom door as the front door was opening. Somehow my mind already had the
pair hard at it on the bed, but I was relieved to see Sean selecting
clothes from a drawer while explaining some Irish lingo to Luke.

"To cop on means, um, to get a grip."

Sean turned to Conor as he slipped a pair of briefs and shorts on.

"What's the craic... er... what are we doing?"

"Lunch at the park, then maybe a movie if you're up to it."

"I am, but can I stay with you guys tonight? I swear I'll die if I don't
get out of this hole for a time!"

Conor looked my way. I wasn't quite sure which answer he wanted me to give,
so I simply smiled and nodded. He turned back to Sean with a bit of
hesitation in his answer.

"Aye, but we're short on beds then."

Sean opened the bottom drawer of his dresser, then grimaced and held his
ribs as he tried to lift something out. Conor quickly grabbed the package
as Sean explained what it was.

"Self-inflating mattress. It's quite comfortable, but a booger to get back
in the case."

Everyone turned to the sound of an acoustic guitar strumming sweetly. Luke
started to put the instrument down as if he was caught doing something
wrong. Sean smiled and pulled another guitar and a notebook from the
closet. "Bring it, let's jam."

After introducing Luke to Chloe and Nancy, we managed to make a quick exit,
narrowly escaping a fashion show of new outfits Sean had gifted the ladies
for taking such good care of him.

Conor drove while I held the containers of food on my lap. The two bucks
sat in the back seat with their guitars, whispering in each other's ears
and laughing about who knows what. I had to nudge Conor to keep him focused
on the road instead of the rearview mirror. I could tell he wasn't
completely happy with the situation, and I had a feeling I knew why.

The slightly overcast sky and a soft breeze made for a perfect day to be
outside. Conor had chosen a park that was beautiful, somewhat secluded, and
nearly empty of people. After locking the guitars in the trunk, we gathered
around a wooden table and sorted out burgers and fries that had gone cool
and a bit soggy, but no one complained.  All the worry and stress of life
faded away at that table, and I found myself in a "stop and smell the
roses" moment. The banter between Conor and Sean was, as always, laced with
subtle smiles and gestures... the soft but purposeful touch of my Love's
leg as it pressed against mine... the laughter that so easily rolled from
Luke's tongue... the hope in Sean's eyes where there had been despair and
pain. I had left my one time home with Julie, not realizing it was no
longer a home without her, but in that moment I felt the unmistakable tug
on my heartstrings. I was home again... truly, truly, home.

I felt strong fingers on my leg, then turned to an inquisitive look from
Conor and answered the question I knew was on his mind.

"I'm just happy, babe."

My answer was acknowledged by the squeeze of my thigh. I reached down and
took Conor's hand in mine, then stuffed a fry in my face with the other
hand. The move made me realize that Luke and Sean were both only eating
with one hand each, Luke with his left, and Sean with his right. An
"accidental" drop of my napkin gave me a chance to verify that the two were
indeed holding hands. As soon as we were done with our food, I pulled Conor
away for a walk.

We made our way through some trees and crossed a trail, then stood at the
edge of a pond. I brought up the topic as we tossed breadcrumbs to the
ducks.

"You weren't expecting Sean and Luke to connect like that, were you?"

"No, not at all. I had no idea Sean would be interested in a lad."

"It doesn't surprise me. Luke is basically a younger version of you."

I saw Conor reason with the concept, then nod in agreement. "I would say
it's too soon for a new relationship, but there was no love in his last
one, only pain. Sean was allowing himself to be punished for losing me, and
for... something that happened with his father."

I put my arm over Conor's shoulders. "Chloe told me what happened. There's
no way around something like that messing with your head."

"That's my concern, B. Luke is sweet and naive, and I would hate to see
Sean's past destroy that."

"Well, as his brother, you should talk to Sean. Luke will need to know what
he's getting himself into if things start to get serious. Although with you
back in his life, it seems Sean is allowing himself to heal."

"Did you say, brother?"

I chuckled and kissed Conor's cheek. "More than friends, no longer lovers,
you must be brothers."

Conor narrowed his eyes, but failed to hide his true emotions. "Aye, so
you're a poet now? That Geebag, my brother?"

"You're only proving my point."

There was no cue for the kiss that followed... or the hand that snuck
between my legs. A muffled moan was the only response I could give as my
cock went instantly stiff beneath his fingers. I pulled my face away,
already breathing heavily.

"D-don't start what you can't finish, babe."

"Watch me!" I knew the look, and I was absolutely helpless against it. I
heard my zipper unzip, then felt the fresh air around my dick as it was
pulled through my fly.

"We... we shouldn't..."

Conor dropped to his knees and looked up, but didn't move otherwise. He
thought he was making it my choice to keep going or to stop, but there was
no denying those pleading greens. His mouth opened as I moved forward and
let the head of my cock slide down his wet tongue. I moaned again, feeling
the drop of precum as it ejected from my dick slit. Like a wild animal
tasting blood, the sweet cream incited Conor's cumlust. Without closing his
lips, my Love lifted up, letting my cock drive down his throat.

Though we'd had sex in public before, the park was no nude beach. My
subconscious recognized the possible consequences of getting caught, which
only served to turn me on and heighten my senses. I made the choice then to
close my eyes and go with it.

My Love's fabulous lips closed around the base of my rod, then pulled away
and back up again. My hands moved to his head, but were pushed aside. It
was obvious who was in charge of the indecent blowjob, and it wasn't
me. Once again my cock was engulfed to the hilt. I moaned and my body
jerked when I felt his warm tongue on my balls... then sighed as my cock
popped from his lips. I heard Conor take a breath before quickly impaling
himself on me... then doing something that blew my mind!

As if actually trying to swallow my cock, Conor's throat grabbed ahold of
my dick head. My eyes popped open to see his smiling eyes looking back at
me. I grunted deep as the swallowing sensation continued to massage my
cock, over and over and over. My hands involuntarily moved to his head
again as the pressure started to build in my abs, then my balls. Conor's
thick hair found its way between my clenched fists when it hit... a
sensation like millions of volts of electricity coursed through my body as
the first load of cum left my cock. The floodgates opened for the second
load, pouring excessive amounts of spunk down his throat. My mind
completely scrambled and I lost all awareness of my surroundings, as well
as the ability to know up from down. The next thing I knew, I was lying in
the grass convulsing with Conor still between my legs. It took a few
moments before I could speak again.

"What... what the fuck did you just do to me?"

Conor put my oversensitive cock back in his mouth, then pulled it out with
a pop, making my body spasm again. "I'm not sure. I felt like I needed to
swallow and just kept going... speaking of going, we should. Three people
passed down the trail and the last one pulled her phone out while she was
walking away."

I jumped to my feet, tucking my dick back in my pants. "Fuck. There weren't
any kids were there?"

"Simmer down, it was just adults. The kids are on school curfew, and I
would have stopped if I saw them coming..."

I grabbed Conor's hand to get the hell out of the area. Once we were to the
treeline, I slowed and tried to act natural, which I knew only looked
unnatural. I realized panic wasn't doing any good so I stopped by a large
tree and pulled Conor to me, pressing my lips to his and tasting my cum on
his tongue.

"That was amazing, babe."

Conor smiled. "Yeah, I could tell by the amount of spunk you injected in
me, not to mention the whole falling down thing. I'll be doing that again
for sure."

"No! I mean, I loved it, but maybe save it for special times. I'm fairly
certain my heart stopped."

Conor chuckled. "Trust me, it was beating. I could feel it in your..."

The sound of voices got our attention. We snuck from tree to tree until the
table was in sight, then saw two uniformed officers talking to Sean and
Luke. I peeked over a branch as we hid ourselves, then realized one of the
officers was turned in our direction. Conor peered over and put his fingers
to his mouth as if to whistle. I freaked out for a moment... then caught
myself looking for a bird. As the realistic song chirped from Conor's lips,
I peeked over the branch again to see Sean pointing in the opposite
direction as we were standing. After a few moments, another "chirping bird"
called back, signaling that the coast was clear.

Instead of heading straight to the table, Conor led me through the trees to
the parking lot, where Sean and Luke were already waiting in the back seat
of Sweets. I took the wheel and slowly drove to the street, trying not to
draw attention to ourselves. Of course Sean had something to say about our
woodland excursion.

"Boltin' from the shades again, ey chancer?"

Conor reached back and gave Sean a fist bump. "Aye, thanks for keepin'
sketch."

Though I wasn't exactly clear what the two had just said, it didn't seem to
be the verbal boxing match I had anticipated. However, it was clear they
had developed some skill for avoiding arrest, and I knew I was in for a few
good stories. Luke seemed to be more stoic than usual. I thought maybe he
had been offended by our actions until he finally blurted out.

"Oh! You guys were...!"

Sean filled in the blanks. "Nearly arrested for having a fuck in the
park. Some things never..."

Conor fired back, but couldn't keep a straight face. "Shut yer pie-hole,
Sean! It was just... a blowjob." The statement was followed by a snort from
Luke and a car full of belly laughs.

We had finally calmed down when I pulled into the movie theater parking
lot. I had visions of returning the blowjob favor to Conor, and just
thinking about it made me hard again. Then I realized I would have to do it
sitting next to Luke and Sean, so I decided to postpone the act for later.

In all my years of going to the movies with a group, I couldn't once recall
everyone agreeing on what to watch, and this time was proving no
different. It had all come down to rock-paper-scissors, with the final
round being played by Luke and Conor. I was standing next to Sean and
noticed he looked pale.

"Are you okay, Sean?"

"I um... a bit knackered, but I'll be..."

As Sean's knees gave out, I grabbed an arm to hold him up. Luke raced to
the other arm, but it was obvious our strategy would only work for a
moment. Conor moved behind Sean, then scooped him up in his arms.

Sean was carried across the room to a padded bench, then gently laid
down. It was obvious he was conscious since he talked the whole way, but
mostly in Gaelic. I checked his pulse as Conor replied in English, "I love
you too, brother."

Having determined his heart rate was not too far off normal, I squeezed
Sean's finger, noting that it stayed white under his nail instead of
returning to pink when I let go. Once again I found myself thankful for the
training I had received to take care of Julie.

"He's badly dehydrated."

Luke shot up. "I'll go get some water!"

I grabbed Luke's wrist before he could take off. "Not water, find a sports
drink. He needs electrolytes."

Ignoring the curses from disgruntled customers, Luke forced his way to the
front of the line. Less than a minute later, he was back with the blue
liquid, which was promptly put to Sean's lips.

"Slow, Luke. Only a little at a time or he'll toss it back up."

It wasn't long before Sean was arguing with both Luke and Conor about going
to the hospital. All three boys finally turned to me, apparently to make
the final call.

"Well, I'm no doctor but I think you'll be fine with some rest. Your body
is exerting most of its energy trying to heal itself, and you pushed a bit
too hard. Maybe we should take this party home and chill for a while."

Sean stood up, still a bit unsteady on his feet, prompting Conor and Luke
to grab his arms again. Instead of complaining, Sean stood tall and
grinned. "Let's go pretty boys."

As we pulled up to The House, we saw Luke's car parked out front. I noticed
right off that it had new tires, then saw two legs sticking out from
underneath. I stopped to let Luke hop out, then decided to park partially
up the side driveway when Sean followed, still holding Luke's hand.

Tom wormed his way out from under the car holding a rag. "Sup, guys?"

It took a moment for Tom to recognize Sean. "Damn, dude, it's good to see
you on your feet. You were mighty fucked up the last time I saw you. You're
Sean, right?"

Sean smiled and held his hand out. "Aye, an' you're Tom."

"Yeah, man. No hard feelings for the first time we met, right? I was
just..."

"You were just takin' care of Conor, so no... no hard feelings."

Tom turned to Luke and smiled. "She got new kicks, fresh oil, and a new
filter. She's ready for the road."

"You're amazing, Tom, but I can't let you pay for all that. How did you
even get it done so fast?"

"A guy I know has a mobile rig. We got a sweet deal on the rubber and free
labor to put `em on. You can pay me back whenever, bro, no hurry."

Luke pulled his wallet out, handing Tom some cash. "I was already saving
for the tires, so I might have enough."

"Nah, that's too much, bro." Tom handed Luke a few bills back. "Should be
enough to take your new boyfriend out."

"Boyfriend? Oh, we're just friends."

"Whatever you say, little bro. I gotta get cleaned up... Oh, and Kat is
looking for you. Better watch out, Medusa is hungry."

Tom had closed the door behind him, leaving a confused look on Luke's
face. "Medusa... what?"

Conor smiled a sly grin. "You've not seen Kat's tattoo then?"

Luke shook his head.

"I'll tell you later, but I would advise against asking her about it. We
wouldn't want you turned to stone now, would we?"

Conor led the two boys in the front door while I finished parking Sweets in
the back. I had intended on helping with any setup, but discovered it was
already done when I walked into the Common Room to find a table full of
virtual reality headsets, and three silly looking young men with goggles
on.

Sean reached out to touch something that wasn't there. "It looks so
real. What's yours, Luke?"

"I don't know yet, but something is... Wait, it's a dragon! It just grabbed
me and carried me away. I think it's going to eat me... holy shit, it has a
huge dick! Nope, definitely not going to eat me...  Oh my God I'm being
raped!"

Luke pulled his headset off. "That was... cool and extremely disturbing at
the same time. What do you see, Sean?"

"No dragons here, but I can tell you what it's like to be in a
merrow... um, mer-people orgy. Conor?"

"I've always wanted to fly, so I picked gliding over the Grand Canyon."

"There was a selection? I could have avoided future nightmares about horny
dragons if I would have known."

"Sorry, Luke, that's my bad. I'm the one who rented these so I knew about
the selector button on the side."

Conor pulled his set off. "Oh, hey B. You want to try?"

"Maybe Later. I think our Merman is floundering. Let's get him settled and
get Luke to the party."

Luke grabbed Sean's hand. "That's okay, I would rather stay with
Sean... er... you guys. Just show me where your room is and I'll go tell
Kat happy birthday and meet you there."

After sending Luke to find Kat, we got Sean in the room then grabbed his
stuff from the car. Once we returned, my mind picked up on the fact that
something in Conor's room was different. It wasn't until he flicked on the
blue lights that I realized what it was. The erotic photos had been
exchanged with the photos he took of us.

"You put them up! When did you have time for that?"

"While you were talking with Sam... but you say that like you knew about
them."

"Oh... I... I saw them when I stole your pillow. I'm sorry, I didn't mean
to spoil your surprise."

"Were you surprised when you saw them?"

"I was, and they motivated me not to give up. I really love them, babe."

"Then it's all good, B."

We got Sean vertical on the bed then made a couple trips through The House,
gathering items for our little party. I snagged one of the card tables and
four folding chairs, then filled a styrofoam chest with ice and cold
drinks. Conor brought back six large pillows and a box of board games.

We all sat staring. The thing made no sound as it blossomed like a giant
white flower... larger and larger until it was finally done.

Sean smiled. "Try it guys."

We both put a hand on the now flat object, pushing down as if unsure it
would hold us before climbing on.

Conor looked as surprised as I was. "Damn, it's more comfortable than
mine."

"I told you."

After pushing the mattress against a wall, Conor covered it with an extra
sheet and blanket, then added the six pillows.

"All set. Now all we need is Luk..."

A wide eyed Luke burst through the door, then closed and locked it behind
him.  After the trouble with Eve and what happened to Sean, my heart
skipped a beat, imagining the worst, but Conor just laughed...

"You saw it, didn't you?"

Luke nodded. "I decided to stay for the piņata. It was fun, so I stayed
a bit longer. Kat... Kat cornered me...."

Conor chuckled again. "I warned you not to ask her."

"I... I knew it was a tattoo, but Medusa... her mouth... it was Kat's
vagina!"

I held it in as best as I could, noting Conor did the same, until Sean
asked...

"Did ya touch it?"

Laughter boiled out, ultimately enticing Luke to smack us with a pillow,
starting a three-way pillow fight. Sean tried to join in which ended the
brawl, much to his annoyance.

To make up for spoiling his good time, Sean was allowed to pick from a pile
of games that Conor had pulled from the event stash, taking care to remove
the games that required players to engage in sexual acts. Sean selected a
game called "Nothing but the Truth", which seemed to be a version of Truth
or Dare without the dare. The rules were simple - pick a card from a
dispenser, read it out loud, then answer the question or questions for
points. Each card was worth one point with the possibility to earn or lose
more points. A warning on the box read "Adult Content".

Conor volunteered, reading his card first. "Share something sexual about
yourself that no other player knows. Gain three points if it's extremely
revealing or embarrassing. Lose five points if the other players think it's
boring."

"Let's see... okay I got it. I wanked off at school..."

Sean yelled out, "Boring! Minus five!"

Conor followed up. "Let me finish, snot wad! Mrs. O'Sullivan sent me to
fetch her tea. She was being an even bigger bitch than normal, so... I
squirted a load in her cream."

Sean chuckled. "Aye, that manky wagon deserved it. Max points then."

Running clockwise around the table, Luke read his question next. "Reveal
the last dirty thought you remember having. Gain five points if it concerns
another player. Lose five points for lying about not having dirty
thoughts."

Luke's jaw dropped open. "Shit, seriously?"

Sean nudged Luke. "C'mon, spill it."

Luke shook his head. "Fine... I... I was wondering what the tea would taste
like."

After a short round of laughter, both Sean and I confessed the same
thought, then Sean picked his card.

"Spit or Swallow? Gain five points if you confess you've done it. Lose ten
points for refusing to answer the question."

Sean laughed. "I suppose a straight lad would be hard pressed with this
card. Of course I've done it, and I'll say swallow. Next."

I picked my card... and wished I hadn't. "Nope. Just dock 10 points for
me."

Conor tried to grab the card, so I put it behind my back, only to have
Sean's quick hand swipe it. To his credit, he didn't read it aloud, but
Luke snagged it next, which put it back in Conor's reach and in his hand
before Luke could read it.

I watched Conor read the card to himself before handing it back to me. "I
won't judge you, B. Go ahead."

"You'll wonder what it is if I don't so... I guess."

"Describe the dirty thought you just had about another player other than a
partner. Gain six points if the person would be willing to do it. Lose 10
points for lying about not having the dirty thought."

I hesitated, but couldn't handle everyone staring at me. "Shit, okay... I
was wondering what Sean's chest hair feels like... there, I said it. Next!"

Of course no one was going to leave it at that. With the cat out of the
bag, Sean lifted his t-shirt and grinned.

I shook my head. "I don't have to do it to get the points."

Luke blurted out, "I will!" then reached a hand over and announced, "It's
soft."

Conor chuckled. "That's it? You probably have the cleanest dirty thoughts
in the room." then stood and took my hand. "It's not like you're going to
have sex with him. Come on, I'll do it with you."

A moment later and we were all petting Sean like a puppy... until the
awkwardness caught up and laughter filled the room again. We ended the game
without proclaiming a winner since we had only gone one of four rounds and
I refused to answer any more questions. We all grabbed a drink from the
cooler, with Sean moaning about only having sodas and not any
Guinness. Luke and Sean sat together on Sean's mattress with guitars on
their laps, while Conor and I sat on the bed.

Sean smiled at Conor. "Remember the song?"

Conor smiled back. "Word for word. It never leaves my mind."

Sean sang the first line while Conor picked up the second, then the two
voices combined in amazing harmony.

"Two Lads O' Dublin"

"One dark and one fair"

"If you saw one"

"I bet you saw the pair"

"Two lads O' Dublin"

"If you see `em comin'"

"Mind yer yoke"

"Don't be a dope"

"You'd best head out the door"

"Oh, Two lads O' Dublin"

"There ain't no use in runnin'"

"`cause you can bet with no regret that they'll be back for more."

"Mind your yoke"

"It ain't no joke."

"`cause they'll be back for more!"

At the last verse, Sean handed Luke his notebook which apparently had the
chords in it, then started the song over adding in the guitars. We all ran
through the song at least four times together. As Conor and Sean sang, I
could almost see the memories dancing in their mirthful eyes.

The two boys laughed, then explained that they had been labeled mischief
makers and had written the song about themselves when they were kids. Luke
turned a page of the notebook, then started playing another song he
announced as "The Last Sunrise". Sean quickly put his hand in front of the
page.

"Not that one, Luke."

Luke just nodded, but Conor wasn't about to drop it. "Don't listen to him,
Luke. Keep playing."

Sean took the notebook back. "I would rather he didn't, arse wipe."

Conor's tone softened. "Please? I heard the first verse. I know it's about
us."

Sean relented. "Aye, but it's not a merry tune, and I don't have the heart
to sing it." then handed the notebook back to Luke. "Your voice is better
for it anyway. Go ahead."

Luke cleared his throat, then started with the title again, "The Last
Sunrise".

"We tossed our coin from the Ha'penny Bridge."

"You held my hand and we made a wish."

"Not for silver or gold."

"Nor for glory or fame."

"But forever, together, we would remain."

"We loved all night, your sweet lips on mine."

"Your green eyes at Sunrise, they ever did shine."

"But Two Lads O' Dublin were never meant to be."

"They didn't understand, so they took you from me."

"That coin lies in darkness in River Liffey, and the last Sunrise has left
with thee."

"And Two Lads O' Dublin were never meant to be."

"The last Sunrise left with thee."

Silence hung thick in the air, and not an eye was dry. Conor climbed down
and wrapped his arms around Sean and they both wept together, not out of
sadness, but healing. Life had dealt them an unfair hand, but they had made
it through... maybe not as they had expected, but they were together again,
free to make their own choices and find happiness.

Luke finally broke the melancholy mood by singing the first song again. The
song was followed by stories of rogue youth conning drunk adults out of
their coin, which eventually gave the two enough buy bicycles. Conor told
how they would stick playing cards in their spokes, making their bikes
sound like motorcycles, which Luke and I thought was hilarious since we had
both done the same thing. Late evenings of playing "Rounders" in the
streets reminded Luke and I of playing stickball, which was usually
followed by not-so-cunning excuses for being late for dinner. It seemed
that kids were kids no matter what part of the world they came from.

After more songs were sung, more stories told, and leftover birthday cake
demolished, we finally succumbed to the late hour. Conor and I sat at the
table playing Rummy, while Luke and Sean lounged on the mattress, holding
hands and whispering with their faces tantalizingly close.

The anticipation was driving me nuts, so I started volley of secret text
messages with Conor...

"What are they waiting for, babe?"

"IDK... for the stars to align? They're ridiculously cute together though."

"Yes they are. Maybe for us to go to bed?"

"Nah, they're oblivious to anything but each other."

"Maybe they're trying not to rush things."

Conor just raised an eyebrow at me.

"Yeah, you're right. They've got it as bad as we did... still do :)"

"Knowing Sean, he's waiting for Luke to go first."

"That's it, and Luke is waiting for Sean."

"You know what else?"

"What, babe?"

"I love you, and Rummy."

"Shit! I love you, too."

Conor got up and pushed willing faces together. Eyes closed, lips locked
and tongues snaked out as the light was switched off.

I felt his bare skin as he pressed his body into mine, then reached for his
face and kissed his sweet lips. Unlike before, there was no need for
urgency in our kiss, only tenderness and love. The sound of a waistband
popping against bare skin and a giggle came from below... with slurping and
hushed moaning quick to follow.

Knowing there was no sleep in our near future, I grabbed my phone from the
nightstand and sent one more message to my Love.

"I believe I owe you a blowjob."

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To be continued...