Date: Sat, 14 Jul 2012 07:55:37 -0700 (PDT)
From: Boris Chen <borischen@rocketmail.com>
Subject: How I Lost My Virginity, Part-15

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How I Lost My Virginity - by Boris Chen. Chapter 15.  October 1994 and
beyond. The conclusion.


I'm halfway into my first regular semester at UT-Galveston. Tom's here
doing well. We're still roomies and very much lovers, although not as often
as during high school. But it's still great anyway.


My grades are excellent, Tom's even better. Back at Caprock he was not a
4.0 student by any means, here he is a lot closer. At least on the school
campus we're not having to deal with the blatant sexual harassment like we
did back in Amarillo in the public schools. We seldom deal with it in our
jobs either. I said `seldom', I didn't say `never.'


A bonus feature of my trust fund is that my report cards also get sent to
the lawyer that manages my trust. For every A grade he cuts me a check for
$1,000.00 I can use for anything I wish. Since we are otherwise rather
poor, we usually invest them on our home to improve things, maintain cars,
pay off unexpected bills, etc. We also decided to keep a secret fund, a
portion of every payment I get from my trust to create a fund to help move
Daniel down here if he decided to follow through with his `threats' to
move-in with us. Emails come from him about two a week. He's broken up with
Carlos, still lives at his parents place, still fights with his dad, and is
secretly planning on moving before the end of this year.


The new apartment house rules were especially hard for Crow. He cannot run
free like he did in the school field. Here he's on the leash all the time
he's outside. There are no dog parks in this part of town. We've been
investigating taking him up to the mainland to find a fenced field he could
stretch out and run like crazy. Those deserted beaches down by my parents
place are seldom empty. I guess the days we had it to ourselves must have
been a fluke. He hates walking in the rain. And here on the gulf coast we
sometimes have days of tropical storm rains that drenches everything. This
move has not been good for Crow, I seldom see him smile outside like he did
back home. We looked into a great dane size raincoat but there isn't such a
thing.


His gray hairs are spreading further back on his face too. He's now five,
few Danes live past nine or ten. A lot depends on their genetics and their
hips I hear.


Tom and I go out to eat to run spy missions for his homework, papers he
needs to write as he discovers new eateries here in the city and discovers
what makes them succeed or fail and what challenges he sees them dealing
with. Crow frequently gets the doggie bag contents, which caused him to put
on about six pounds this fall. We need to get that weight off to help
protect his back hips. We've discussed a longer leash and one of us on the
skateboard.


We gave up using Tom's car most of the time, it gets run a little just to
keep the battery from dying. Our main mode of transportation is skateboards
and the city bus. We're thinking of adding one bicycle just to try it
out. Maybe we could sell one car, move Daniel, and buy two bikes and save
the rest.


Saturdays is our `date night.' That is set in stone. We even bought a tiny
simulated rock with a flat bottom we had SATURDAY: DATE NIGHT engraved,
sitting on top of the TV.


November 1994:


Thanksgiving break arrived, our first real break from school. We pledged to
avoid school work for at least three days. Daniel asked if he could come
down but he said he could to pay for half, so we bought him the bus ticket
back and got him here the Friday afternoon before the official starting
moment of the holiday. We planned on celebrating Thanksgiving with him, a
turkey with all the fixings, Tom to supervise cooking, us to do the
work. Daniel looked a little bit older a little thicker too. He arrived
still wearing his hair over his ears, skin tight black jeans and a tie-dye
t-shirt with a backpack. And at our request he left his dope at home.


I picked him up from the Greyhound place in town. We met with hugs and back
slaps but nothing more. We walked arm in arm to my little Honda and drove
straight home. He guzzled two glasses of water and ate four pop-tarts
within his first three minutes in our apartment. Tom got home about 90
minutes after we did and the festivities started all over. It was great
watching them hug and laugh and almost get into a wrestling match on the
livingroom floor.


After we finished off two frozen pizzas Tom and I were on the sofa, Daniel
was in the chair. I was surprised when Tom told him to take off his shirt
and Daniel did it without hesitation, tossing it to the middle of the
living room floor. So not to be outdone, I did the same thing, then Tom
followed last.


Taking a risk of being inappropriate, not having discussed sex with Daniel
since his arrival I stood up and dropped my jeans, still in my undies. Then
Daniel did the same, lastly Tom dropped his. Daniel had these wild rainbow
gay pride undies on, ours were plain black boxers.


By 9pm I was getting a little tired. We were watching cable-TV, some movie
on Showtime. Tom went to the bathroom and came back wearing only a towel,
still rather wet. Next was my turn. Lastly Daniel went but about three
minutes later we followed and ganged up on him like last visit.


10:45pm Friday


Daniel was in the shower with the door wide open, again. We snuck-in, which
you really don't need to do with him since he takes out his hearing aids
and probably wouldn't hear five goats in the bathroom without them.


Tom sat on the edge of the tub reaching in to gently grab his upper leg
when he was rinsing soap off his front side. It looked like his hair was
done already. Daniel froze up for a moment then slowly turned around to
expose a boner, I think he expected, hoped for the ambush in the
shower. Like last time, Tom soaped his hand and manually washed his butt
then with two fingers washed his boy pussy vigorously. Daniel leaned
forward a little to help this poorly simulated rape get done properly. Tom
crawled the rest of the way in and planted his face squarely into his back
side and started rimming Daniel like I have never seen someone get it
before. Dan pressed his hands into the shower wall below the nozzle as Tom
pushed harder and deeper with his tongue.


Then he stood and literally rammed his boner into Dan and worked him hard
and came within a few minutes. We left Dan alone in the bathroom to clean
himself up. We returned to the sofa after drying off, Daniel returned to
the living room nude with a boner.


I walked over to his chair, between his knees and sucked him off but
finished him by hand onto his stomach. Just like our first time, big flow,
low pressure. His orgasms seem to last a rather long time compared to
others I've seen.


I got dressed and walked Crow while they did the dishes naked. Back inside
the place was mostly dark, they were already in bed. I got onto my side of
the bed, Dan in the middle and Tom on his side. Dan was on his side with
his back facing me. I got out some lube and greased up my boner, laid
behind him, slid inside (there was almost no resistance) and laid there
with my arm over him toying with his pointy little tits and the hair on his
head while we laid together like a reunited family of gay boys and best
friends. Crow avoided his bed opting to sleep on the sofa, lest we disturb
his beauty sleep. Even the great dane knew what three boys in one bed meant
poor sleeping odds that night or any night Dan was here.


Saturday:


It was cool and rainy today as a tropical storm was going after Corpus down
the coast. We got our bird today and started thawing it for tomorrow
night. We made burgers and baked fries instead. We even bought a 6-pack of
Coors to celebrate. At dinner we cross examined Daniel about his plans for
the future.


While we were sitting in the living room - where we ate most meals, I
grabbed Tom's shirt and pulled it off to help me get in the mood. Not sure
if Tom's body did anything for Daniel or not. I should ask some time I
thought.


We discussed Daniel and school, he told us he was considering the local
community college and going for a degree in mass media and a teaching
certificate. Since he was deaf his tuition would be mostly paid for by the
government/taxpayers and he wanted to teach kids to sign and promote wider
use of technology to make media accessible by the hearing impaired. We both
thought he had a great plan.


Then he dropped the big one, he asked us if he could move-in to the unused
corner of our living room, set up an 8x8 tent and be a squatter here as
long as we would tolerate him. We both nodded yes but Tom said we would
need to talk about it for a while but we would let him know. I agreed with
the plan, it was something we needed to talk about. That subject never came
up again while he was here this trip.


Saturday night is our date night, set in stone. We went to bed after
watching another rental movie on the TV. Daniel had his Blockbuster card
and he gets a deaf discount so we used his and got two for 99 cents. We
watched one movie that night after steaming hot dogs served Chicago style
and more baked fries.


We hit the rack around 11pm leaving Dan on the sofa with Crow. The next
morning I saw Dan was asleep in front of the TV on the floor and Crow was
stretched out on the sofa. Tom and I made love that night like always. I
sucked his dick for about a half hour then he fucked me, then I kneeled
over him while he jerked me off and I shot cum across his chest and
stomach, while we shared my stuff with our fingers as if we were licking
homemade frosting from the bowl after the cake was done. I think we both
agree that my cum tastes best.


Sunday.


Our last full day together. We got up early for a big breakfast. Tom
started while I walked Crow along with Daniel. We walked all around the
complex then stopped at the dog walk area where he pooped and pee'd just
like normal. One thing nice about older dogs is they get into habits just
like people and prefer to do it on a schedule. Crow was very much not the
young guy he was last school year. Danes age fast.


When we got back to the apartment the guy who lives upstairs from us was
walking down his stairs when we approached the building. He glared at
Daniel as if he was a freak or something. Not sure what that was
about. Maybe he heard his moaning through the floor or something and
figured it must have been the little blond boy. Dan was unimpressed.


Tom had the turkey ready for the oven and breakfast started when we got
back from walking the dog. We sat at the bar stools and laughed a lot,
about what I have no idea but at one point Tom had coffee foam coming out
his nose which made us all laugh harder. One thing I gotta say about having
Daniel over is it makes silliness more common than without him.


Sunday afternoon we decided to tackle a long standing problem that took at
least two large strong men. We need to handle a problem nobody wanted to
talk about or deal with. There was no easy solution. The fix was going to
be bad, possible painful, possibly damaging and maybe even cause serious
injury.


The problem was Crow needed a bath and he hates the tub. We're talking Old
Testament grade hatred.


We agreed on a plan. We removed the shower curtain, got an extra bottle of
body wash, some extra towels, and stacked furniture to block access to the
sofa and shut off our bedroom. I even walked around the building to advise
the neighbors of the possible noise and dog screaming, we set the time for
1pm and the hour arrived.


We stripped to our underwear, Dan in the tub ready to start wetting with a
small bucket and the soap bottle ready. Tom and I walked up to the
unsuspecting Crow and picked him up off the floor, which he hates. We
carried him the eighteen feet to the bathroom when the major struggle
started. Daniel looked horrified. Luckily Crow gets no traction on tile
floors, it took both of us to literally bulldoze him into the tub then stop
him from escaping.  He screamed and howled like a wolf the entire way
across the bathroom floor, with all four legs alternately switching between
PARK and full speed REVERSE. We all laughed and tried not to get gashed by
his sixteen toe nails.


He finally stood still, admitting defeat as we washed him top to bottom,
ears to butt and even his tail. The actual wash went fast, maybe six
minutes, wash and rinse with Daniel dumping buckets of water over the dog
from end to end. He was finally clean. I had to tell Crow to get out of the
tub. I cleaned his ears with about ten Q-tips while Tom and Dan used four
towels to dry him off. Hair was everywhere since he was shedding his summer
coat for his winter coat. We were covered in hair, so was the floor and tub
walls. Daniel had some nasty scratches from the dog paws on the tops of his
feet, which we cleaned and treated afterwards.


I opened the door, Crow ran like a rabid animal for the sofa, but it was
blocked, then the bedroom door for our bed or his, but the door was
shut. So he ran back to the living room carpet and rubbed himself on the
carpet trying to dry off, but it was instinct, he was already mostly dry
from the towels. After he calmed down all three of us walked him to the dog
run then back home. He looked fluffy and soft with a nice sheen to his fur,
but I bet he was cold after losing so much fur all in one go. Thirty
minutes later I took him outside for a good brushing and removed the last
of his summer coat in a cloud of black hairs that blew everywhere.


Around 5pm all was back to normal. We did three loads of laundry, Tom was
setting up for turkey dinner in the living room since our dining room table
was now computer and homework central.


At 5:30pm we took the bird from the oven, it looked and smelled
wonderful. We sliced and prepared it to Tom's directions along with our
other stuff, potatoes, corn, green beans, gravy, rolls, wine, and ice cream
to follow. We were all stuffed and belching approval by 7:00pm. It was a
wonderful meal, we all complimented Tom. Hell, even Tom complimented
himself at least twice. We watched The Rocky Horror Picture Show, which
became our gay family holiday movie afterwards while Crow laid on our bed
sulking and not speaking to us.


I made a plate of turkey, beans, potatoes and gravy then put it on a few
sheets of newspaper on one thick sofa cushion to lift it off the floor and
set it in the middle of the living room floor. Towards the end of RHPS Crow
ventured out of our bedroom, stopped near the front door to see what
everyone was doing. He glanced at the stuff on the floor then back at
us. You could see his nose bend a little as he was sniffing the air which
already smelled like Thanksgiving dinner. He lowered his head a little,
stepped a couple steps closer to the plate on the floor, then walked up and
started eating his meal blocking our view of the TV so we paused the movie
until he was done. He still ate it as if there were other animals
threatening to take his dinner. Dog brains!


He finished and looked around the room at us cleaning his face with his
long great dane tongue, tail swaying side to side. He looked happy. Crow
walked up to me, I leaned forward, he planted his face into my chest, I
hugged him around his neck and gave him an old fashioned people hug then a
kiss on the side of his head below his eye. I got a dog kiss on the side of
my face.  I told him Tom cooked the meal he should thank Tom too, which he
did, then Daniel too. Dan told him he smelled nice.


After the movie we cleaned up and started the second film The Wizard Of
Oz. By 10pm it was time for bed. We never spoke out loud about our plans,
so we all just headed our separate ways. Tom to the shower, me to bed, Dan
to the sofa, Crow to his bed in our room under the window.


He came to the room in his towel, dropped it in the hamper and climbed
under the sheets a little bit damp still.


I turned on our black light, which was an 18 inch tube that sat on the
carpet under our bed. The rest of the lights were off. We laid there
whispering to each other laying on our sides facing. We held hands and just
talked about the day and what a great meal we had. I was thinking about
even bringing up the idea of Daniel living with us for a while when I heard
the creaking of the door frame. Daniel was naked leaning against the
doorway smiling at us lit only by the black light. We looked at each other
and made a space between us and motioned for him to join-in. I assumed his
ears were laying on the coffee table. Not sure if Tom realized this or not.


He walked to the foot of the bed and climbed between us laying on his
back. I leaned in to kiss the side of his face while Tom twisted around to
grab the lube from the bedside table. Tom got up from bed and lubed his now
erect dick, walked on his knees to Daniel, lifted his legs laying his
thighs onto his chest and slowly implanted himself inside. He leaned
forward licking his right nipple a few times as he picked up the pace. It
seemed like Tom wanted to cum much sooner than he normally did with
me. Within four minutes Tom was breathing heavily, sweating and
glistening. I had grown a boner too. Tom dropped his head and moaned a
couple times then became still while he slowly relaxed and lowered himself
onto Daniel and became still. Dan turned his head and smiled and winked at
me as if to say, `you're next.'


In a flash Tom rolled off Dan so I could assume the riders position. I slid
in effortlessly and rode him at a moderate pace cumming in about four
minutes then like Tom I rolled off and onto my side. Dan let his legs
down. Tom was already climbing off the bed turned around offering Dan his
hand. The boys headed for the bathroom to make sure his cum load didn't end
up on our sheets and mattress. Off they went, I watched by black light as
they disappeared out the door and into the bathroom door. I heard the
shower turn on but they left the lights off.


Curiosity got the better of me, I went in the room to listen and sit on the
toilet to pee.


I heard what sounded like a minor struggle then heard moaning. Then I
remembered that Dan wasn't wearing his hearing aids, made his speech
weird. Dan was doing Tom in the shower just like we did back in
Amarillo. They both had their eyes closed as I peeked around the shower
curtain. I backed out to leave them alone in their moment. I went to bed
and slipped under the covers on my side and closed my eyes. About ten
minutes later Tom came in to bed, leaned over laying a kiss on the side of
my face.


Then moments later the bed shook again as Daniel slowly squeezed between us
laying on his back, naked. We slept in a close pile of teen bodies the rest
of the night.


Monday Labor Day


Daniel went with me to the bus station in the morning, like last time we
hugged and tried not to cry in the parking lot dropping him off. He was
home early in the morning the next day. It was a mostly painless trip. If
nothing else he's getting to see Dallas and Houston and the highway heading
towards Oklahoma City.


December, 1994


My grades made it to the lawyers office by mid December and a week later I
got my bonus check for $5000. I secretly saved about $500 of it in an
envelope between the mattress and box spring. We went to my parents for
Christmas dinner and had a great time. Gram was having a hard time moving
around, seems the cold wet weather makes her arthritis worse.


Tom and I did dishes just to help out. Grandpa looked great, his same old
sense of humor. I shared my first report card. Everyone was pleased. Tom
never brought up his grades to the old folks but he was A's and B's.


We went to a party of people in his class for New Years but it was mostly
lesbians, so we left before midnight and celebrated New Years in the
bathtub in our apartment.


April 1995


Spring break arrived. We were ready. The weather was fantastic, the beaches
were pristine, and we were all ready for some fun in the sun. I researched
where all the hidden beach parties were held, at the extreme ends of the
island, east and west. We put Tom's battery in his car after an overnight
charge and drove to the far end of Seawall Blvd to the East Beach where
hundreds of college age kids were gathering to celebrate life and surviving
college so far.


I got an email from Daniel that said he really wanted to move and re-start
his life and go to GCC but he still wasn't totally sure when it would
happen. Tom and I had already reached our decision but never told him, we
were willing to house him for a while so he could get his life going down
here, but the free flowing sex would not be like on his previous visits and
we were adamant that there be no illegal drugs in the apartment. Daniel
said he had saved up enough to buy a beater car and was intending to drive
down during April sometime, not sure exactly when yet.


At the East Beach we scoped things out trying to see how much of a gay
presence there was. I spied one rainbow windsock on the antenna on top of
an older RV on the sand. It was surrounded by about six tents, clothes
lines, a few campfires, and lots of beach chairs and towels. As we
inconspicuously walked closer we started to count and saw about five boys
and maybe eight girls. There was one older couple, maybe 30's? They must
have had the RV.


On final approach we saw a tent with two boys sitting in front, looked like
they were playing a guitar and drinking some homemade wine or something. I
walked up, Tom stayed back. I introduced myself as a newbie to the beach
and my first spring break. They were very excited and asked us to join
their little party. Their names were Mark and Steve. Tom walked over, we
sat in the sand and introduced ourselves all around. They passed their
bottle, we all took a swig.


I asked the dumb question but I needed to know, was this the segregated
`gay' area of the beach party? The answer was an immediate yes, but they
said nobody was hassling anyone about anything even the cops were staying
away. They self enforced the trash and fighting rule and kept things
reasonably quiet. There was some nudity, lots of nudity and lots of pot
being burnt but otherwise it was a well behaved crowd, which he said is
normal for East Beach.


Mark said this was their second time to East Beach, they were at UT
Houston, he was a psych major and Steve was a social work major. They had
been together for four years now, met in high school in their senior
year. We had a great time talking with these guys, asked lots of questions
and learned lots of stuff we may have figured out ourselves
eventually. Around midnight we left for home.


While we were walking from the car to our front door I saw something like a
trash bag at our front door, it was too dark to see for sure. When we got
close at the same time we both said, "Daniel!" He was laying in a heap in
front of our door trying to stay warm and not be seen. He was all smiles as
he tried to wake up, straighten his hair. He had two backpacks and one box,
that was all his worldly possessions.


We welcomed him in and told him what we saw on the beach, he seemed
distracted and distant. Tom went to bed, I took Daniel with me to walk
Crow, who was now almost six years old.


We stood by the dog run fence talking. He told me about the big fights he
had with his parents, the money he saved for the move, the cost to drive
and the cost of the car and what he decided he wanted to do in school. He
had a lot on his mind. Dan was motivated to help kids learn to sign and be
a teacher of sign language since he did both spoken and sign very well.


I reminded him of our agreement, no drugs, employment, school, no parties,
only approved friends over in our place, and that we would take care of him
as best we could. He hugged me and thanked me for giving him a chance. I
told him for now we would not report him to the apartment complex as a
resident but treat it as an extended visit.


I handed him the leash so we could walk Crow back inside after picking up
his stuff.


He went right to the sofa to crash and I went to bed with Tom. Tomorrow
would be another day.


Daniel was stunned speechless when I handed him my savings for his move, by
his arrival it grew to $800. I warned him to use it wisely to find a job
and get into school. He nodded understanding. Tom never voiced an opinion
but he was very aware I was saving up for Daniel to help him move and
settle.


By late May we were all getting along well, working hard towards the end of
the semester. Daniel got a job as a translator at a hospital in Galveston
on night shift. His pay was decent. He used their education benefits to get
enrolled into one class at GCC to get his schooling started in the fall.


By the middle of June 1995 Dan was in a relationship with another gay deaf
student named Jacob. Jake was five years older than Daniel and was totally
deaf. He was about the same petite size as Dan, about 5'6" and maybe
100lbs. Jake was skinny as a board, pale white like Dan, very long brown
hair and brown eyes. I wondered what he had under his clothes but never
asked Dan.


Our school year ended with us enrolled in one summer semester, taking the
rest of it off. We both got all A's and I got a bonus check for $6000, I
gave half it to Tom as a birthday gift. He bought new tires for his bicycle
and a new laptop computer and saved the rest. I stashed mine for a rainy
day.


September 1995.


For most of the summer we only saw Dan once a week, he would come over on
Saturday evenings just to touch base about his life and school. He was
doing well, him and Jacob were very much in love, he was teaching him to
dance, Jacob was teaching him to make wine at home. Daniel looked very
happy, smiled a lot and wasn't pale anymore and he looked like he might
have put on a few pounds. His face was a little rounder.


While he was over Tom left for our complex laundry facility.


Dan got up to leave, I walked him to the door. He stopped with one hand on
the door knob, smiling he looked into my eyes, leaned over and kissed me on
the lips, which I returned. Then he leaned in and did it again this time a
little longer. Then he reached down and felt my pants for my dick and gave
me a friendly squeeze and held on about twenty seconds not saying anything.


Finally he let go of the door knob and put his hands on my hips then slid
them under my shirt up to my chest to rub his thumbs over my tits very
slowly and gently. Then he leaned in again and lip locked with me so I put
my arms around his upper body pulling him into me. We stood there for a
minute or two with his thumbs on my nipples and my arms around him and our
mouths meshed together tongues touching for a few minutes.


He pulled off, dropped his hands and signed that he loved me, I did the
same back. He left. I watched from the window by the sofa as he got in his
beater car and drove off.


About 90 minutes later Tom came home with our laundry. I was half asleep on
the sofa with the TV off. I told him Dan left and how good I felt about his
progress. Tom seemed pleased that we sort of raised Daniel from adolescence
into adulthood, our first kid really.


He sat next to me on the sofa. I did something I don't very often do, I
pulled out my dick and slowly started jerking off right next to him. He
leaned over taking me in his mouth lip locked just the head of my boner
while I stroked myself to orgasm in about two minutes. Then we sucked face
sharing my cum between our mouths. Crow ignored us from his cushion in
front of the TV.




January, 1996


Tom is now working at a locally owned Mexican restaurant near Seawall Blvd
and Broadway Ave. He's the kitchen manager, re-designed their menu and bar
drink list. Within two months the place was making more money, his boss the
owner of the place treats him like a son. Tom knows this job is only a
stepping stone towards his real goal, a restaurant of his own.


A bad flu season made them very short staffed over the holidays so angrily,
Tom had to work both Christmas and New Years eve. He was furious but did it
like a good soldier. He's not at all out at work, the cultural thing might
be harsh on him in this place.


We had our Christmas and New Years on our nights off, it was date night for
both weeks. We had our holidays on 12/23 and 12/30 instead. We also went to
my parents the week before Christmas for dinner there too. Tom went to his
cousin's place for Christmas on the 26th too. He tells me they know he's
gay but cannot accept his lifestyle, so they treat him as if he's straight
constantly asking him if he's met any nice girls at school. His aunts are
the worst, the cousins not so much.


Crow is well. He seems stiff in the hips. He is more gray in the face. And
he is slower to stand up from the floor. He mostly lounges around and
watches TV when nobody is home. We leave the TV on all day for him at a low
volume, also helps reduce him barking at sounds outside.


Daniel emailed to tell me he is in three classes this semester and things
are well with him and Jacob.


June, 1996


Another school year is over, we're now more than half way towards our
bachelors degrees. We're both not taking classes this summer to work and
save up for our goal of opening a restaurant after graduation. Tom is
looking for another place to manage. I put my bonus cash into the envelope
under the mattress with all the rest of it. I have no idea how much is in
there anymore.


Dan comes over about once every eight weeks or so for a quick visit, he
looks well. Last time he brought Jacob again. I did what little sign
language I know. Jake seems like a decent guy. Since he doesn't talk and
only lip reads he is tough to get to know. He seems intimidated by the
aging great dane.


I bought Tom a used surfboard for his 21st birthday. He bought me a tank
full of gas and pizza hut coupons for mine.


The surf usually isn't too big in Galveston, maybe three feet, more in
storms of course. But it's still fun to play. I borrowed a long lens from
work and took some amazing shots of him on the board wearing only his
speedos and got it published on page two of the newspaper when they did a
story about the erosion of the beaches and efforts to minimize the
loss. The newspaper photo made him look really tan and skinny.


Just to celebrate we bought a pint of whisky on my birthday but later gave
it to some homeless dude because neither of us wants to get a hang over.


June, 1997


I turned 22 two weeks ago, Tom turns 22 in two more days. I only see him
five days a week now. Our work and school hours leave little time for us to
be together. The stone on the TV proclaiming date night got turned around
last year but still sits there unenforced. We're taking the summer off
again. I am maintaining a 3.9 GPA, Tom is about 3.4. We're both enrolled in
classes this fall again like last year.


My grandfather died in February. He had a stroke and lingered in the
hospital for about two weeks then had another worse one and died hours
later with Gram and me at his side. We had him cremated per his wishes and
his ashes buried next to my mom's grave in Amarillo. Gram says she wants
the same treatment when it's her time.


Tom, Daniel and Jacob came to the funeral here in town. It was well
attended by lots of people from the University. They named the new wing of
the medical center as The Davis Center for Women's Health in his
honor. Gram was devastated. She sold their golf course property and moved
into assisted living on the mainland on the south side of Houston in League
City, Texas. I think her memory is starting to fail too.


For Crow's 7th birthday we took him in the car and gave him a Burger King
Whopper Junior and one slice of pizza from Pizza Hut, all from the drive
thru windows. I think he thought he died and went to heaven. There is very
little black fur on his face now, he looks like an elder dane now. He is
getting stiffer in back but still walks okay and doesn't seem to be in any
pain.




September, 1997


We're both enrolled in our senior years, almost a full load, but this is
the final push the last school year before graduation only ten months from
now.


School has been rough on our relationship. We had two heated arguments this
summer. I never saw him so mad that his neck veins bulged before. It was
kind of scary. I shut up and went outside with Crow while he got in my car
and drove off somewhere. I think he goes to watch the ocean when he gets
too mad.


That night we were still not overly friendly but were speaking and looking
at each other. We decided to take in a movie. We went to see Jurassic Park,
Lost World at the mall downtown. We got there early and sat in the car for
a while. He reached over the back of the seat laying his hand on my
shoulder while I stared at my knees.


Next thing I heard surprised me, Tom actually started to cry. I hit his
seat belt button, reached over him releasing his seat to recline it all the
way back, then did the same to mine. I sort of rolled over onto him laying
my head on his chest until he re-gained control. He put his hands on my
shoulder and back. It was a nice caring moment, like we hadn't had in
months really.


I slid my left hand under his t-shirt up to his chest to massage his tit
with my thumb gently since it was sort of poking up under his shirt. We
stayed like that for a while, maybe ten minutes. That slowly changed into
sucking face then sucking each other off. I pulled off Tom as he began to
cum because I had no idea how close he was and my mouth needed a rest, the
first two shots of his cum hit the ceiling of the car over the driver's
seat, the rest landed on his stomach. I cleaned it all up with napkins we
swiped at Burger King months ago.


We went home that night, he fucked me but never came in me, we slept part
of the night with his dick inside me. That always smoothes out the
conflicts.


I did manage to pull off the nearly impossible. I planned and organized a
party for me and Tom and Daniel and Jacob at the beach. No special reason
really, except my secret motive was to see Jake in a bathing suit, which
happened. Unfortunately he wore trunks and not a speedo or something else
tight and revealing. But Tom and I used our best xray to see what he was
packing. At one point after eating when Jake and Daniel were in the water
wrestling they walked up to our stuff still dripping wet. They both had
semi-hard ons. I could clearly see that Jake looked to be packing about
seven inches of cut meat. Those tiny skinny boys are often packing large
snakes is the popular true-ism I hear. He had a non-distinct outy
bellybutton and ultra flat quarter size nipples. He was still sort of pale
and not very muscular really but he had a slight hint of a six pack on his
stomach but I doubt he did anything to earn it except maybe to be born to
the right people. I got a few photos of him that they probably don't know I
took.






January, 1998


Crow is healthy, stiff and slow but healthy. He doesn't seem to be in any
pain mechanically. I think his hearing is fading too or he's practicing
selective hearing now too.


Tom and I had the holidays off. He's been the assistant manager of a Pizza
Hut for two months now, which takes a lot of his time and doesn't pay very
well. We start the final semester of our senior years next week, we're
stoked. We're also getting along well. The rock on the TV is back around
facing the room and date night rule is back in force, even if it starts at
1am it still happens.


My nest egg had grown to two envelopes under the mattress. Tom has student
loans and grants to pay his tuition.


Gram is doing well in the assisted living place in League City. We visit
about once every 60 days. Tom asks to go along. It's about a 70 minute
drive from home. Her memory is getting worse but she seems happy and well
cared for. On our last two visits it took her about ten minutes to remember
who we were, or she was faking it.


We started looking for places to buy after graduation. Tom has his eye on
one restaurant that has been closed for over a year now that has all the
equipment and two apartments upstairs and a patio on the roof, all
empty. The owner is bankrupt due to a drug conviction for cocaine
dealing. We have an appointment to see the place next weekend.


June, 1998.


We went to the University graduation ceremony today. I was going to have
Gram brought down to see it too, but she didn't recognize me at all so I
cancelled that. I got my grades bonus and a graduation bonus I had no idea
was pre-planned by my mother from my trust. I got a check for $50,000 from
my account which I didn't show Tom but like all the others I got cash and
stuffed in the bed below where I sleep.


Tom has his bachelors in culinary management and science and I have mine in
Journalism with a major in photography and graphic arts. I hear Daniel just
finished his junior year of undergraduate towards his teaching certificate.


We had a food service engineer survey the place we were talking about
buying at the corner of Avenue Q at 25th Street, just two blocks from
beach. He said the place needs exterior work and insect treatment but all
in all is in pretty good shape. The roof does not leak, the water pipes are
solid, the sewer piping was replaced two years ago and the appliances all
appear to be in working order, just waiting to be turned on. The dining
area needs work, new tables, lighting, seating, and flooring but the place
could be divided in half and opened with much less work and be up to code
with lots of elbow grease and a minimal investment.


Tom used his schooling to write a business plan and present it to a few
banks. Two of them said possibly yes but we needed a good down payment. The
third was a no-go since Tom really didn't have established credit. We went
home to brainstorm. He still didn't know about my nest egg or the amount of
my trust fund.


We discussed his plan, suppliers, rehab of the building, actual costs with
employees, taxes and utilities. We discussed renting the other apartment
over the un-used portion of the building and had a second inspection
done. Tom said the lowest amount the bank would need was $70k down to
finance the re-hab and first few months of operation. He looked depressed
and almost sad enough to cry as we pondered where the money would come
from. He never mentioned me as a source, honestly because he didn't know.


We slept on it that night and had tomorrow off. We pestered the realtor
again and got him to drive to the place to inspect it ourselves again. We
were sitting in the empty patio on the roof talking in the hot sun after
the realtor left and locked-up. He decided on a name, Tom's Diner.


We went back home, he talked the whole way about all the problems he
learned about working at different restaurants and at three places as
manager, kept books, hired staff, dealt with health inspectors and service
providers. He double checked his numbers and tossed his pen to the coffee
table, crossed his legs and arms as if he was getting upset.


Feeling his anguish I did something I really never did before. I stood up,
dropped the front of my shorts aimed my dick at him on the sofa and told
him to suck me off. He looked at me with a grin then leaned forward taking
my limp dick in his mouth and started to work on my boner.


After about two minutes I pulled back leaving him with a look of
puzzlement. I leaned over pulling his shirt off over his head tossing it
onto Crow on the floor. Then I stroked myself right in front of him and
shot cum all over his wonderful chest and stomach. Then I leaned in and
licked my seed off his silky smooth skin while he leaned back and enjoyed
the cat bath. Then I went down on his boner then finished him off by
hand. We sucked face for about twenty seconds when I got up and in about
one minute returned from our bedroom..


He had a look on his face that was one of surprise and bewilderment.


I had little marks on the envelope and folder. I tossed them onto his lap
one at a time.


R: "Twenty Thousand and Fifty Thousand. There's your down payment on Tom's
Diner."


He sat staring at me, then opened the large envelope and started counting
hundred dollar bills, he had never seen this much cash before he had no
idea I had that much saved.


R: "I've been saving up for this for the past four years."


T: "You asshole where did all this money come from?"


R: "Mostly from my trust fund for good grades then graduating college."


T: "So I never asked or I never heard, like how much is your trust fund
for?"


R: "Sure you really want to know?"


T: "Yep. Lay it on me."


R: "You gotta remember this is money with lots of rules, I have no direct
access to it, only comes by a strict set of rules by the IRS and my
mother's will, which I cannot change. Okay?"


T: "Okay, I got it, this is not money you can access any old time, there
are rules, lots of them."


R: "Good. Okay, it's about three and a half million dollars."


T: "You're fucking kidding, right?"


R: "I don't know the exact amount but that's about the total as of January
this year."


T: "Well I'll be dipped in shit! I had no idea I was living with a
millionaire."


R: "Technically, you aren't. I get an allowance, that's it."


T: "Wow. Oh Fuck! We gotta get to the bank, they close in ninety minutes."


We scrambled for the car, drove downtown to the Coastal Business Bank and
filled in the deposit ticket, handed over the cash, then left. We ran to
the car, climbed in laughing, and drove home with the radio cranked.


When we got home Tom ripped off my clothes just inside the front door, then
his, and pulled me by my dick into the bedroom, lubed himself up and
proclaimed, `DO ME!' Which I gladly did.


We spent the rest of that day either in bed or in the bathroom. We fucked
five more times that day. We fell asleep with his boner inside me spooning
like old times.


Three weeks his loan was approved.


Three weeks after that we closed on the purchase of the entire
building. One week after closing we started to move from our apartment by
the campus to our own place above the restaurant.


Four weeks later we opened for business. We turned a profit during week
three without spending one penny on advertising.


Our menu was a mix of American comfort foods, Mexican traditional, and a
few extras he learned along the way. Our pizza became famous.


That fall we had to enlarge the parking lot.


April, 1999


Tom's was swamped during spring break, word had got out on the state
universities. We sold more pizzas that week than any other three months
combined. Even the manager of Pizza Hut came by and wished us luck but
slammed the door shut hard on the way out.


August, 1999


Gram died in her sleep at the nursing home. She was cremated and buried in
Amarillo next to Gramps and Mom. There were two more spots un-used that Mom
bought years ago.




January, 2000.


Crow is almost blind and very wobbly on his feet which is bad because we
live in a 2nd story apartment over the restaurant. I tried to make a giant
litter box for him in the empty apartment but he refused to use it. We were
almost carrying him up and down the stairs.


On Ground Hogs Day Tom got up early to fire up the kitchen for breakfast,
one of our most profitable meals of the day. Crow and I were in bed
sleeping because I only worked four days a week. I woke up around 7am but
Crow was still asleep in bed. The room smelled like great dane farts. He
died in his sleep between Tom and me, right where he would have wanted to
spend his final hours. I slid a large trash bag over him and moved him to
the corner of the room and called the vet to come get his body. We had Crow
cremated. I kept some of his ashes in a small test tube for myself to keep
at home, the rest was eventually buried in an unmarked grave in the spot
next to Gram where I will be some day.


June, 2001


Tropical Storm Allison did some damage to our place. We lost one plate
glass window, had water damage in our apartment and some flooding but
nothing major. We have good insurance so we got re-opened within two weeks.


Daniel graduated with his masters in education this month. I attended, Tom
had to work. We have three employees but he still babies the restaurant
like it was his own kid or something.


After the ceremony we had a party in Tom's Diner, his parents even
showed-up to eat their words for all the doom and gloom they predicted
would come of his move alone with two backpacks to Galveston. Turns out
they were very wrong about his chances, his brains, his friends, and his
lifestyle. We lavished attention and food on his folks just to rub it
in. The place was done up in rainbow everything, some of it became part of
our daily decor. We kept our gayness low key normally. I doubt too many of
our patrons knew it was a gay friendly establishment.


Late in 2001 we opened the other half of the place doubling our seating
capacity and hired another employee.


In 2004 we celebrated our 10th anniversary with another party in Tom's
Diner. I had no family to invite, no dog to spoil after with leftovers. Tom
invited his folks and they all showed up even his mom from Amarillo. There
was no hint of homophobia.


In 2008 Hurricane Ike nearly destroyed our restaurant, only two blocks from
the ocean. We have great insurance and the place was re-built, so was most
of Galveston but the population was now about 15% smaller, so many people
decided never to return. There are bare concrete slabs all over the city
where houses and businesses once stood and are now bare reminders of
September 13, 2008 with 110 mph winds and a fifteen foot storm surge, which
put the ocean about four inches inside our building. We evacuated for the
mainland after boarding-up. We lost half the roof, half of one wall on the
ocean side, the inside was destroyed, and our rainbow windsock on the sign
was reduced to a plastic loop on a string tied to an empty sign frame. We
found a three foot barracuda on the kitchen floor when we first returned.


We hired the same contractor that built my grandparents home by the golf
course to re-build the diner. And just for the record, I did go see that
place, it lost the first floor (which was be design) and part of the roof
but the house and main structure survived Hurricane Ike without any
damage. The houses next door to theirs were mostly destroyed.


By December the place was re-built with reinforced concrete walls and
smaller windows, plus we raised the building about two feet and made ramps
too. The entire upstairs was re-done making for a larger 2nd story garden
and steel storm shutters on the entire building. We opened on January 2nd
2009 to a line of people anxious for the return of every restaurant in
town. The line was about 75 feet long when we un-locked the doors.


We saved that first windsock frame as a reminder.


In May of 2009 we flew to Boston and got married, just papers at the
courthouse, blue jeans and t-shirts. We flew back home the next day but
only told Daniel and Jacob.


Speaking of them, we verbally gave them free access to Tom's Diner just to
entice them to come over and be seen on occasion. They eat for free every
time they stop by, which works out to about once every 60 days.


Daniel is teaching elementary school sign language to deaf kids, their
friends and family. He is still on call with the hospital but technology
may end up replacing him with someone that is actually in India earning
only a few dollars per hour instead.


About four days after Crow died he came to me again in my sleep, again as
the elderly indian leader Soaring Crow. In this dream it was late in the
day I was walking alone along a river on a footpath. Up from behind me rode
Soaring Crow on a horse. He dismounted after he recognized me. He had a
slight smile on his wrinkled dark brown face with weathered gray and black
hair. Him and me and his horse walked in silence for a short time when he
stopped. So did I. He told me thanks for taking care of him during his dog
life, he held out his hand but when I reached to grab it, his hand became
like a dog paw and he pulled it back as if in shame. Then he mounted his
horse and told as he rode away down the trail, "Someday we'll all be
together again." Then my dream ended. It was the last one like that I ever
had.


This summer Tom and I turn 33 years old! I can't imagine living with anyone
else. We still have our moments but mostly we are still very much in
love. We still miss Crow. But we have two of the large photos I took of him
in our first trip to Galveston with Mom, running on the beach, happy as can
be. One's on the wall in the diner the other on our living room wall.


Someday we'll all be together again.


The End.


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