Date: Mon, 9 Dec 2013 21:49:19 -0500
From: Jade <phantomscorpio77@gmail.com>
Subject: In the Shadow of Our Lives - Wings of Tomorrow 11

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>>).:.(<<


In the Shadows of Our Lives
Part 2 - Wings of Tomorrow XI
~ Worlds Collide ~

"Boy, you're not supposed to sing the blues where you come from,
If you walk across those railroad tracks, son, you're on your own.
All I know is what I feel, and it can't be wrong.
Boy, you're not supposed to sing the blues where you come from,
Where you come from, it's just not done."

Not Supposed to Sing the Blues, by Europe


>>).:.(<<

JON

As soon as I'm out the door at work Paul and Duncan are waiting on me.  We
go home and I change, and then we are off to the very restaurant I used to
work at with Daniel.  Duncan is wearing perfect fitting faded jeans and a
black button down shirt, un-tucked, with the sleeves rolled up and the
collar open showing a grey tank-top undershirt.  Already in one day he's
collected a slight sunburn and it somehow highlights the freckles that
congregate on his cheekbones and across the bridge of his nose.  His black
hair shows a pinkish-red scalp through it's perfectly sculpted spikes.  He
is tall, fit, and attractive.  Really attractive.  If Paul wasn't so damn
sexy in my eyes, I'd probably throw myself at Duncan.  But I got my guy,
and I'm not looking to trade.  Before we head out to dinner I reach in and
give Paul a tight hug and a lingering kiss.

Duncan shamelessly stares at us until we notice, "What up yo?  You guys put
on a show in front of me and I don't get to watch?  Pfft, as if!  I don't
think so!  You two are too cute.  And again, don't worry my little Texas
Twinks, Ima look but won't touch.  Promise.  Unless you invite me...  I
can't wait till I have a man of my own to hug and squeeze and get sloppy
with like that."

When we get to the steakhouse Duncan immediately spots the guys he met and
ushers us over, making all the introductions as Bailey and Neville stand to
greet us.  Before we're even seated our server is on us.  I'm happy I know
her and liked her.  She has an easy demeanor, and sets a fun vibe for us.
Duncan starts off as a moderator but it isn't really necessary.  Neville
has to be coaxed into ordering anything, and we all try to not bust out
laughing when he tries to order a Shirley Temple on the sly, calling it a
virgin Tequila Sunrise.  Contrary to my nature, the awkwardness of all
being strangers seems to go by the wayside quickly and we start talking
around the table with ease.

Neville, the really tall, skinny guy has a very boyish-innocent charm to
him in both appearance and personality.  Bailey, his boyfriend, is my
height but a little on the pudgy side.  Neither guy is ugly by any means,
but both are a tad plain in my opinion.  Maybe it's because they are so
pasty white.  If I go by the two category standard Duncan once explained to
me of fuck-him or chuck-him, I'd probably group both of them in the
chuck-him pile.  Based on Duncan's comedic musings on the way here of how
tall Neville is and what a big piece of meat he must be hanging, I think
Neville fits into Duncan's fuck-him pile.  Not that it would change
anything if I felt differently, but looking around the table, I have the
hottest man in Paul.

I will say this though, just like my friend from Vancouver, his country
mates are friendly, polite, and genuinely nice.  Before I'd like it the
bill is paid and we have to get going.  An hour and change later it seems
like we just sat down, and that I only first heard the guys accents just a
moment ago.  As soon as we're out the door Bailey lights up a cigarette so
we stand and talk a little more, exchanging goodbyes.  When Paul mentions
that he's been feeling guilty lately and really wants to get back to take
Belinda off my ma's hands, there is a mix of shock on both Bailey and
Neville, and a look cast between them.

Duncan gently steps up, "Don't look so shocked guys.  Sometimes we figure
out what we like by discovering what we don't like first.  Other times we
give up hope when we see the one we love from afar shamelessly throwing
himself at someone else, so we take solace in the person that is available
to us."

Neville puts a hand over Bailey's mouth and responds, "While I don't
exactly know what that's supposed to mean, before Bailey gets too excited,
I'll say it for myself; I have a son too.  He's only a few weeks old now,
and Bailey is his uncle.  So believe me, no judgment here.  We're just a
little stunned that I'm not the only gay teenage father."

Duncan slips into an accent, just which one I couldn't say, maybe Bailey
and Neville's, "Jeez!  I feel left out.  Maybe you guys were meant to meet
each other.  Who'd have thought it, two of us with kids!  Got any
pictures?"

Neville nods, "Yeah, in my wallet."

After a pause Duncan cracks himself up, "So...Whip it out.  Da!  I mean the
wallet yo, in case summa your dirty minds just went there too..."

"Oh.  It's back at the hotel in the safe.  Bailey insisted I leave it
behind.  I still think the prize money should be more than enough, but he
really wanted to pay for this.  Hey, if you guys don't have any plans, why
don't you come over to the hotel.  We can pick Duncan's mind more about
Vancouver and just relax."

Paul and I exchange a look.  He shrugs and suggests, "I can pick you guys
up later if you want.  I wouldn't mind a quiet night with Queen B."

When we get close to the hotel, Neville races ahead of us to tidy up the
room.  As soon as we enter Duncan and I smile at each other.  Wide open
window or not, the room smells like a gay orgy happened here.  Making sure
not to sit in anything that looks like it might be a wet spot, Duncan and I
hop up onto the mostly undisturbed bed.  Neither of us comment on the
obvious, and I think Neville and Bailey have no clue.

Neville and Bailey fuss over what movie to watch as Duncan gives them
names, "Yo!  Ima call you two The Maritime bois.  That's with an I instead
of a Y in boys, 'cause we're gay like that."

After a moment's thought, Neville asks, "So we're the Maritime Bois.  Jon
and Paul are the Texas Twinks.  What are you, the Lone Homo?"

Duncan fires right back, "Haha, good one Captain Ass-munch.  No, You can
just call me Awesome, 'cause I'm awesome!"

I ask him, "What did you tell me your friends call you back home?"

Duncan rolls his shoulders, "Its kinda lame.  It's really just my middle
name mispronounced a little.  Juicy."

Bailey asks, "And what would your middle name be to be mispronounced like
that?"

"Jussi.  It's Finnish.  It's my Grandpa's first name.  The J is pronounced
like a Y.  I sign off the morning announcements with it every day at
school."

I can't help but point out, "Some guys here call me Faggot Farrows, and
they call Paul either Homo Hunter or Hunter Homo.  You'd instantly be Juicy
Fruit."

"Haha, 'cause I'm a fruit?  Na, not at my school.  I never even heard that
behind my back.  They love me I guess.  Especially Principal Nguyen, the
dude gives me a lot of latitude.  Like a shit-ton.  My voices crack him up
like crazy.  More than anyone else I think.  So much so, one day in the
cafeteria he actually begged me to do morning announcements.  I do each
announcement, or group of announcements in a different voice or accent.
I've sorta made up all these different characters for different topics."

"Like what," Bailey asks.

Duncan starts throwing his different voices at us, "Oh, you know; dumb
stuff like Romanian Vampire for the blood drive.  I also use him for other
random school spirit stuff like reminding everyone about the candy-o-gram
fundraiser or the bake sale.  I really dunno what it is with him and his
sweet tooth.  He's a little off his rocker I guess.  Then there's Nerdy Guy
for the sports announcements and team try-outs, Valley Girl for boring shit
like reminders to be careful on snow and ice when we have any, Cowboy Carl
for schedule reminders like assemblies or exams, Mr. Monkey for things like
movie night or dances.  Just funny shit like that, you know?"

As we all nod, he carries on, "I've got a couple duos, Aristocrat and
Astronaut, for theme days, and Pirate and Parrot for contests.  There's
Punk Rocker for the neighbourhood reminders about noise or picking up
garbage around the school yard and stuff, and Southern Gent for reminders
about the dedicated smoking areas.  Ha!  I even used that one today on a
couple guys at hockey.  Then there's Plane Pilot that tells everyone not to
let food rot in their lockers and other housekeeping stuff like that, you
know, just whatever.  I do a great Cookie Monster and an awesome Sean
Connery.  Hey!  Maybe I should do a Scottish cookie monster!  Ima write
that one down yo!  Then I've got Pizza Guy, you'd have to know the pizza
guy across from our school to really appreciate it, and like, I've got
characters for Italian, Irish, Swedish, German, Australian, and a few
others accents.  That's about it."

Neville and Bailey are dumbfounded.  Absolutely speechless.  They are
staring from him to each other and back.

"Yeah.  I know.  And somehow through it all he didn't pass out from lack of
oxygen," I joke to them and then ask Duncan, "Kay, and you keep them all
straight in your head how?"

Duncan chuckles, "Straight?  Nu-uh.  They're probably all gay.  Yeah,
forshu, definitely gay.  My alter egos don't need an identity crisis.
Except Valley Girl and Baroness from G.I. Joe.  Broads, what can I say,
they like the sausage too.  Stupid competition.  Although, the sweet-tooth
vampire is a bit of a wild card.  No, no, he's gay."

"Oh my God, you make up zany words left, right, and centre, and you're just
too funny," Neville enthuses.

"You should see my principal.  Like everyday at some point he starts
shaking with his silent laughter and turns away when I'll throw in
something totally random in a Cartman voice, something like `And in other
news, Principal Nguyen isn't wearing any pants right now so it appears
today's theme is pants-optional-day', or something like `And now a reminder
to teachers that you're to give everyone a bag of Cheesey-Poofs today, no
matter how tragic our work is.  If you don't have any Cheesey-Poofs, an A
will suffice'."

The conversation switches topics a lot, we all share stories about school
or dumb things we've done.  Neville is mostly quiet, but he listens
intently and laughs hard.  When we're talking about smoking pot and
Neville's calmed down over the shock that Bailey likes to smoke weed, my
phone starts vibrating.  It's Paul so I excuse myself to the bathroom.

He tells me, "Hey, I was bored so I went online to check out the arena
floor plan in Dallas for those tickets Jackie always gets for Christmas.  I
checked out other games and there are still dirt-cheap tickets for
tomorrow.  Do you think Duncan would want to go?"

"You tell me.  He likes hockey right?  I'll ask him."

"No, don't ask him.  We'll surprise him."

"Maybe we should run that by his parents."

"Your Ma and Larry said the same thing."

"You already talked to them?"

"Someone's got to chaperone us.  We're all underage and if Belinda were far
away, I'd want to know if she was going on a road trip to some other city
entirely."

"Yeah, sure.  I'll give him my phone to call them."

"No, don't.  We'll work it out on our end.  Your Ma has his parents info,
she'll call.  Just wanted to know if you're up for it tomorrow instead of
the beach at Virginia Point."

"For sure!  Go for it!"

A little later Paul calls again.  Everything's cool with Duncan's parents,
so we're almost set.  He calls back maybe five minutes after that to tell
me he can get a package rate on 6 tickets for less than 4 individual
tickets and wants me to ask Neville and Bailey.  By this point I'm pretty
sure Neville seems to think I'm trying to score some drugs.  Duncan thinks
I'm having phone sex with Paul.  For that comment I mockingly send him down
the hall to get some drinks from the vending machine.

The moment I hear the door shut I turn to Neville and Bailey and spit out,
"Kay guys; Paul was bored and went online.  He can get us some really cheap
tickets to see the Dallas Stars play his L.A. Kings for tomorrow.  Are you
guys interested?  I don't know what you have planned.  It's a bit of a
drive and my mom's boyfriend would be chaperoning us.  He's cool, he's the
high school football coach and my vice-principal.  He's totally an
upstanding guy.  He's why I'm too afraid to even smoke a joint anywhere
anymore because he'll know and give me a veiled lecture.  He's built like a
pro wrestler and seems all mean at first, but he's a great guy and totally
cool.  He's known I'm gay for years and has my back.  You guys paid for
dinner, so this is on us.  We thought it would be fun.  I know you guys are
only here for a week and probably have a ton of things you want to do, but
we really like hanging out with you guys, being able to just be ourselves
and not worry about being gay for once!"

Neville answers for them, "Yeah, awesome!  Going to a game with you guys
would be really amazing!"


>>).:.(<<

Paul

It's eleven o'clock when I pick Jon and Duncan up from the hotel.  As soon
as we're in the door Charlene joins Larry who is already asleep in bed.
When Jon and I say we're heading to bed Duncan calls us old married men.

To my suggestion that tomorrow is going to be a long day, he makes a crack,
"Yo, it's only nine p.m. my time, otherwise known as not bedtime yet.  I'm
not falling asleep like the Maritime Bois were, but to be fair, it is one
in the morning to them.  I guess I can read or summin while you guys have
sex."

I'm planning on some sex.  Having Duncan here has made me a little
possessive of Jon.  Then there is the nudity I took in while keeping my
eyes up and ahead of me in the dressing room from the hockey games.  To top
it off, we just went all the way a week ago and now I can't get enough.
Instead of revealing all of this, I lie, "Nah.  No making love tonight.
I'm seriously wiped.  We played two games of hockey today."

I'm fairly certain Jon is planning a little `us' time too before we sleep,
but he likewise plays it down, "We won't do that with you right next to us,
kay."

Duncan smiles and rolls his eyes, "Sure, sure.  You guys just played hide
your penis in my ass for the first time with Tim right here a week ago.
Been there, done that.  It's better than masturbation, but just like it,
once you start, you just can't stop.  If you two didn't take the chance for
some lovin I'd be worried about you.  And you're going to be doing it
between thin walls in the dorm wherever you end up at school.  I've got my
discman, I'll give you some privacy.  But I wouldn't mind going for a jog
first if that's cool.  The route we walked last night."

Jon explains, "You can't.  Houston has an 11:00 curfew for anyone under 17.
We risk it, but we live here.  It probably won't go over well if you get
picked up by the police."

"Aight.  Well then I'll just play around on Tim's computer with the
headphones on.  See what kinky straight porn he has in his history."

"I think Tim's computer is password protected.  I can set you up on his
playstation."

"I'll just watch SNL quietly then.  You two just keep it down unless you
want me to join you, remember my door is open.  Oh, and when you orgasm,
just think, one of your mom's is almost right below you!"

As soon as I close the door to Jon's room we're both ripping off our
clothes. With two sets of hockey gear smelling up his room, he whispers,
"Your gear still smells like teenage male sex.  Do we have time to recreate
that smell?"

"I think so!"

Jon takes a look at the hockey bags.  After airing them out and drying them
all evening outside, I stuffed Jackie's equipment in his bag and mine in my
bag.  He points to mine and asks, "That one's yours?"

I smile and nod.  He returns a devilish smile and digs in before handing me
my shin pads and hockey socks, "So your knees don't get sore."

I grab my garter belt and get to dressing the way Jon wants me to.  He
smiles at the added touch as he figures out how to fasten my slightly damp
shoulder pads / chest protector on himself.  Jon points to the floor and
indicates for me to get on my knees.  We start off with me giving him head
and then he hands me my gloves and bends over so that he is on all fours.
At this point a week ago I'd be wasting no time despite my better
intentions, but tonight I am very thorough in getting Jon's opening ready,
all the while he is masturbating himself.

I enter him slowly and gently.  I'm really starting to get used to this and
getting off in him is euphoric.  I wrap my arms tight around his chest so
that when I bottom out in him, only my hips are moving.  Going to town on
his neck and earlobe with my mouth, I pick up the pace and hug Jon tighter.
It's one of our quicker sessions when I stiffen upon an outward thrust.
One last time I push in and with his body glued to mine I can feel every
convulsion rip through his body as I drop my load in the condom.

Before I even have a chance to fully recover from the orgasm he spins me
around so that I am sitting on my bare ass, my knees bent in an upright
position.  He rips off the condom and hurriedly rolls a new one down my
length and hops into my lap.  Sitting on my erection, he uses a hand to
guide it the first few inches back home.  With my gloved hands I hold his
hipbones and let him do most of the work this time, only rising to bury
myself as deep as I can each time he sits down.  His hands are around my
shoulders and his fingers are like vices, digging into my collar as my face
is buried in the aroma of my own shoulder pads.  I'm starting to get the
eroticism of the male scent that Jon has already discovered.  Each time I
get a good whiff of my own B.O. in the shoulder pads my penis twitches and
hardens just a little more.

It takes considerably longer this time, but as soon as I can feel it, he
too can tell I'm close, "Fuck yeah.  Do it.  Shoot your load up in me.
Fuck your penis is perfect.  Fat enough to really feel, long enough for a
fucking mind-numbing ride, and it's attached to your amazing face by way of
your hot ass body."

Each key word he punctuates with a tighter squeeze and release of my
shoulder blades and collar bone.  It coincides with him contracting his
sphincter.  Each squeeze brings me closer to climax.  He wraps his mouth
around mine and our tongues just start to duel when I lose all control of
my body and unleash a killer orgasm inside him.

I spread my legs out and lean back, spent.  With me still buried deep
inside him, Jon leans back also until his head and shoulders are on the
floor.  After a couple moments rest he keeps me in him and pulls me closer
until I am over him and his knees are against his chest.  The condom is
loose and slippery and making almost as obvious a noise as the tell-tale
sound of my sweaty hips against his sweaty cheeks as we coax an explosive
climax out of him.  At this point I'm barely moving inside him, just enough
to give extra sensation along the way until he coats us both from neck to
navel with his cum, including my shoulder pads.

I have just had, in short-order rapid succession, the two most pleasurable
orgasms of my still young life.  We cheat and use a couple of Belinda's
baby wipes to clean up and my hockey towel to wipe away as much sweat as we
can.  Hoping into bed, we wrap our bodies tightly together face to face,
causing us both to continue to sweat.  I love how the smell of his shampoo
hits me when his hair is damp from a great round of sex.  Jon nuzzles up to
my neck I again suckle on his earlobe until we fall asleep together,
reeking of sex.

>>).:.(<<

In the morning we air the room out with an open window and candles while we
have our showers.  The bed sheets are uncomfortably damp, but they'll have
to wait.  Jon keeps eying my gear and Duncan's jock like a predator.  We
let Duncan sleep while I take care of Belinda and make Jon get all the
washable hockey gear laundered.  When it's getting close to time to pick
Bailey and Neville up, Jon and I wake Duncan.  He is face down, mostly
uncovered, and only in boxers on the bed when we decide its' getting late
enough.

We make fun of his obvious morning wood and then drop the bombshell that
we're taking him on a road trip.  It seems we finally wore him out because
he's excited, but not bouncing like the last couple days.  He still is his
witty self, however, "Yup, everybody stare; I have a boner!  'Lil Dunny's
pretty decent too if I do say so myself, but you don't get to see him."

I blink and ask, "Little Dunny? You gave it a name?"

Jon nods towards Duncan, "Yeah, I call him Dunny and he calls me Jiffy.
Apparently he calls his favourite toy `Lil Dunny."

While he could comment on last night's sexcapade that he undoubtedly heard,
Duncan shrugs it all off, "He started it!  Now, other than my private
pieces and you two, wassup yo?"

I smile at him, "Road trip!"

Duncan sits up and nonchalantly adjusts so that his erection is no longer
on display and tenting the sheets, "Huh? Where?  It's like the ass-crack of
dawn, what's the scheme?"

Jon's positively beaming with our surprise, "You love hockey right? Paul's
a huge Kings fan and they're playing in Dallas today. We figured while you
were in Texas we'd get you to a game there.  Something to remember."

Duncan perks up, "How far is Dallas from here?"

Jon starts to answer, "Four hours, give or take. Larry's driving. Ma's
gonna watch Belinda for us today so we..."

"Invited Neville and Bailey last night. After they paid for dinner it was
the least we could do," I cut in.

"Yeah, Paul found dirt-cheap tickets online last night when he was bored
and called me.  That's when I took my phone into the bathroom.  Then when I
asked you to grab us another soda from the vending machine I asked the
other guys.  He asked Ma and Larry, and they're down with it.  Larry's our
sixth.  He's coming with us because he's an adult, so I guess he's your
date."

Duncan enthuses, "Pfft!  Whatev!  Lemme call my parents!"

"Already done last night, Larry talked with your dad first.  By the way,
don't damage your ticket so your mom can scrapbook it for you!  Shower's
yours, Paul's going to get Bailey and Neville.  We're leaving within the
hour. Outta bed sleapy-head," Jon says and pulls the sheet from Duncans'
lower legs.

Standing up, that the bulbous head of his erection is obscenely tenting his
button-fly boxers doesn't even seem to register beyond a distant thought as
Duncan gets out of bed, "Cool yo, let's do this shit!"

He then shocks us by kissing Jon and I each on the cheek.  As if nothing
happened, he grabs a fresh pair of pink American Eagle boxers with white
eagles on them from his bag.  He then steps to the doorway, bends over
right in front of us, hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his green Gap
boxers with red and white candy canes, drops them to his feet, and then
flips them up to his hand with his foot like a hacky-sac and tosses them
our way.  With a smile he stretches his long and toned body, his hands
almost touching the ceiling, and then heads nonchalantly to the bathroom.

Jon and I just look dumbfounded at each other as we both avoid being hit by
Duncan's discarded underwear.  I'm not sure if Jon's worried I might be
upset with what just happened.  I break the tension and comment, "He's high
energy.  Not sure I wanted to, the way you were going on about him, but I
can't help but like him.  He is pretty awesome.  And now I see why he wears
such a big cup."

"Yeah, he's an awesome friend.  And you're an awesome lover, kay?  But
yeah, damn!  Even though he's got enough length on that thing, that's got
to be the fattest head I've ever seen on a boner!  Don't worry though.
What you did to me last night?  I saw stars.  The first time was real nice
and relaxing, the second time was fucking hot!  And it was all your perfect
dick in me that caused it.  If I were shopping for my dream penis to have
in me, it would be yours.  It's the perfect length, perfect thickness, it
fits comfortably while definitely stretching me and it moves in and out
well enough to get me there with very little work on my part.  Plus it's
attached to the best boyfriend ever!"

I didn't think he could hear us in the bathroom but clearly he can.  That
means he heard last night for sure.  At any rate he swings the door back
open and comments, "You guys are pretty awesome yourselves.  Now should I
take a long shower or are you just going to have a quickie in there?  You
should be pretty worn out after two hours last night, but if it were me,
I'd probably be game for more too!  Oh, and if you get any on the bed you
don't have to change the sheets.  I mean, a threesome would be okay too, or
a live sex show if you're up to it, but I'll take whatever I can get.  And,
uh, if you can make the bed for me afterwards too I wouldn't complain!"

Jon's sheepish, "We're not going to have sex right now, kay."

Duncan winks, "Gotcha.  You weren't going to have marathon sex last night
either.  Long shower it is."

I suggest, "We didn't."

"Righty-O.  One of us didn't have sex last night, and you two are looking
at him.  Fuck, please don't be ashamed or embarrassed around me guys.  So
you're gay?  Gay sex is what us gay boys do!  Unless you're single like me.
Then it's long showers while fantasizing about what I heard last night!  By
the way, I think I just heard it but just so I picture it right, my only
question is did Paul really top the whole time or did you guys go both
ways?  You were at it long enough!"

We just stare blankly at him.

"Jeez guys!  Don't be so uptight!  In present company there's no harm in
saying that I badly want to be buried balls deep into Benji, or that I
whimper like a bitch and feel so damn good when I'm cock-smuggling his meat
in my ass!  I love to suck and fuck!  I can't wait till I have a place of
my own where I can have toys and not worry about my mom finding them.  I
get that it's private, and I'll back off, but don't be self-conscious or
feel guilty for being sexual!"

I know that he's right.  Jon and I both though we were relatively
comfortable with our sexuality, at least in private.  Duncan doesn't throw
it in your face, but aside from avoiding conflict for my benefit by not
letting the guys in the dressing room see his rainbow tattoo yesterday,
he's not afraid to be exactly who he is.  We can learn a lot from him, and
if he can be who he is so easily at home without people bothering him for
it, that's exactly the place I want to live.

It's tempting to fool around with Jon.  Duncan's presence has certainly
brought out the sexual being in both of us, but I really have to get going
to pick up Bailey and Neville.

>>).:.(<<

Going to Dallas, Jon picks up on a song Bailey is listening to through
earbuds.  He asks, "What's that song?"

Neville answers for Bailey, "It's `No More Words'.  I introduced him to
Luba and the song became his mantra."

Jon queries, "Lou-who?  How do you spell that?"

Duncan asks, "Down boy!  Damn, I thought I was an audiophile, but you may
have me beat.  Why Neville?  Is Bailey upset at you?"

"Not anymore, not really," Bailey throws out there and then gives Neville
an attentive look that conveys it's up him to further explain or not.

Neville decides it can't hurt, "Oh boy, here goes.  Uh, his sister and I
have a three week old son.  We were already boyfriends at the time.  Me and
Bailey, that is.  It took a while and I don't blame him, but he's so
amazing that he's forgiven me."

Paul asks, "So you aren't boyfriends then?"

Neville isn't quite sure what it all means himself, so he lets Bailey
answer, "No, we are now.  But just recently back together.  Yesterday was
pretty monumental because we finally exchanged something you can't put
under the Christmas tree."

Duncan smiles, "Oh, I dunno 'bout that...I think you can.  Haven't yet, but
it's my to-do list for sure!  Sex under the Christmas tree!  Cool-yo!  But
not till I have my own place.  Don't want my parents walking in on that."

Jon doesn't mean to be rude, he's just still stuck on the song he can hear,
"Kay, I still need to get that song!"

"We can download it off Napster, Jiffy.  Luba's got another song you'll
like too if you like that song.  I'll add them to the Canadian Bacon or
Maple Syrup folders I created for your mom," Duncan hurriedly says before
continuing with Neville and Bailey, "So the hotel room smelling of sex last
night was from you're first times, huh?  Are we keeping you from anything?
Like am I getting in the way?  Just tell me to buzz off and I won't harass
you the rest of the week.  Well, maybe I'll pretend to be room service and
pound on your door until one of you peels yourself out of bed to stop me.
Maybe prank call your room every few minutes, but nothing too much more
serious than that.  Based on last night, let's just say, I have plenty of
time to kill when these two go at it for hours and don't invite me for a
threesome."

Despite the laughter, Larry included, Bailey resumes the conversation after
Duncan talks himself out.  Jon and I both realize the whole house heard us
last night, yet again.  Bailey gives a nod of acknowledgement to Duncan's
initial question, "Yeah, first time together, first time ever for me, first
time with a guy for him."

Distracted by the song but trying to catch up on the conversation, Jon
asks, "So you guys broke up and got back together?"

Neville thinks for a moment and then explains, "Uh, yeah.  I guess you
could say we're in the process of getting back together.  Bailey's about
the most amazing person in my life ever, so we were each other's firsts.
It's something I had to give to only him, if you understand."

I chime in, "I kind of know what that's like.  I was so crushed when Jon
here started dating his first boyfriend that I screwed up and got my
girlfriend pregnant instead.  That was the comment you didn't understand
from Dunny yesterday."

"What-what?  You're calling me that now too?" Duncan protests and then
playfully flicks his finger at Jon's earlobe, except a little harder, to
drive home the message, "Really not a fan of that name."

I shut him down, "Can't blame Jon when you referred to your little soldier
as Little Dunny this morning when we woke you with morning wood!"

"Touche.  But for the record, Little Dunny's plenty big enough a soldier,"
Duncan deadpans is Scottish brogue to Neville and Bailey.

In part defending Neville, in part playfully raking him over the coals,
Bailey explains, "Pretending we didn't just hear that, no, it wasn't like
that for us.  My sister and I had talked a little.  The plan was always
that my partner would one day get her pregnant, and I'd get her girlfriend
pregnant."

"Wait, what?  Seriously?  Cookie Monster confused," Duncan interrupts, this
time in what I'm going to guess is his first attempt at the Scottish Cookie
Monster character he conceived yesterday.

"Bailey doesn't miss a beat, "Oh yeah, my older sister's a lesbian.  Made
things way easier for me to come out.  That's why we had our pact.  Only,
she just jumped the gun by about a decade and did it behind my back while
her girlfriend and I were at a funeral.  It took me a long time to get my
head around that.  It wasn't malicious intent or whatever on her part.
Still, she trapped Nev, preyed on his situations.  I do forgive him, now.
I do love you Nev."

Neville looks like he's contemplating jumping out of the moving van so I
slightly change the subject, "So no one asked yesterday Nev, is there a
name for the little guy?"

He nods, "Yeah; Eli.  The middle name's still up in the air, but his first
name is Eli."

All but forgotten in the driver's seat of the mini-van, Larry joins the
conversation to the blushes of all five boys, "Any significance to the
name?"

Neville straightens up and leans forward.

"Uh, yes sir.  Elijah is my birth name.  Right after Brooke got pregnant, I
asked her if it was a boy, to please name him Eli.  I haven't been Eli for
a few years now myself; I've gone by Neville for the last while now, but
the name is still super sentimental," Neville divulges before trying to
change the subject, "Now then, Paul obviously likes the Kings, Bailey's a
stupid Leafs fan, and my Bruins are the best team ever, so who do you guys
like?"

Jon answers, "Dallas all the way baby!"

Duncan proudly states, "Pfft!  Win a Stanley Cup and Jiffy's your
band-wagoner!  My Canucks are better than all y'alls teams!"

Bailey steers the conversation back, "Nev-Nev likes to change the subject
guys.  He doesn't want to explain that when he had to leave his home
because he was gay, that he changed his name to Neville, which he picked
out of his Harry Potter book.  He was a happy and innocent kid up until he
got booted from his home, and that's why he wants to name his son Eli.  He
prays that little Eli gets the innocence he was robbed of himself."

Neville is shocked.  He pulls Bailey close and stresses in a hushed tone,
"Since when did Josh's pet name for me become yours?  And more importantly;
it took me more than a whole year now to trust you with that.  I finally
built up the trust to tell you all of two nights ago, and just like that,
you tell the whole world my most guarded secrets?"

Aware that everyone could still hear clear as day what Neville tried to
whisper, Bailey answers at his normal conversational volume, "Yup.  I
spilled the beans, but I swear; I won't tell a soul at home.  That's up to
you if you ever want to.  But we're far away from home, these guys are
cool, and they're gay too.  They can understand.  Plus, it helps to tell.
You have to learn to trust again!"

Except for Larry who's driving, all eyes are locked on Neville in a mixture
of surprise and sympathy.  If he wasn't trapped in a mini-van coasting
along a highway, his sudden visible panic makes me think he would literally
run from us.

Sitting beside Neville on the back bench seat, Duncan reaches around
Neville and pulls him away from Bailey and into a hug.  He's clearly a
quick thinker and has a silver tongue, instantly lightening the mood by
deadpanning in a spot-on Cartman voice, "Well then, let me be the first to
say I'm sorry you're a Bruins fan.  Things could be worse for ya, but I
don't know how.  I mean, I hope you weren't too attached to Ray Borque, or
winning.  Although, if they're willing to trade Joe Thornton to my Canucks
for that truck of applesauce beside us, I could get over your loss, buddy.
Easily.  Stupid Bruins!"

Released from Duncan's mock-soothing hug, Neville laughs, "Fine.  Maybe
Bailey's right and it's time to try trusting again.  Yeah, my oldest
brother caught me kissing another guy, three summers ago.  He panicked and
told on me before thinking.  The sperm donor plotted that night to take me
out hunting the next day and fake an accident, so my mom woke me in the
middle of the night and gave me some money and told me to never look back.
I never have.  Not until earlier this month when I called her for my
passport.  I never even told her she has a grandson.  This has to be really
depressing for you guys, and opening up like this is quite difficult for
me.  I try to block my past out.  Can we talk about something else now?"

Taking a cue to change the subject, Duncan looks at Bailey, "I think Jon's
going to keep looking at you like a creepy little puppy until you share
your music.  He's been caressing that CD adapter for the cassette deck for
many a mile now."

"Oh.  Yeah.  Sorry.  Nev, can I?" Baily asks, explaining to us, "I made
this CD for him; it's some of his favourites."

For a lot of the ride to the game we end up grilling Duncan about Vancouver
and what it's like.  We have a great time at the game.  Jon and I put a
playful bet on the game.  Jon loses the bet when the Kings win and has to
buy a Dallas hat.  Jon begs off the hat because he really doesn't like
wearing them, so he buys a blank jersey that he'll get customized later.

The ride home is filled again with all kinds of questions about Vancouver.
The city sounds amazing from what Duncan relates.  I'm actually getting my
hopes up for it now.  Even if we don't stay in touch with Duncan it really
sounds like the place Jon and I want to be.  Neville and Bailey are both
very curious and I'm thinking it fits in with what they both have planned
too.  When Larry points out a number of things, most importantly how
carefree Jon and I seem today when able to just be ourselves, it really
drives home that this is where we have to go to school.

As Larry gets more involved in the conversation about how accepted Duncan
is at home, school, and work, he points out, "Wow.  At first I thought it
was a façade, I think I'm wrong.  You really are comfortable with
yourself."

Duncan keeps working on a Texan accent, "I kinda hafta be, don't I?  Other
than the voices that I do for fun, at the end of the day I can't be anyone
else; I only know how to be me.  I mostly blame my brother for that.  I
used to point out to him that he was a mistake until I knew better.  Dad
would get mad at me.  He'd shut me up by telling us neither of us was
planned, only the cat was.  But Brennan never retaliated, he never made me
feel shitty on purpose.  He honestly likes having a little brother and
always was my biggest cheerleader, no matter what I did."

In the course of discussion Duncan further reveals, "I did this little PSA
thing at school.  I got tired of this one kid at school calling me gay so I
talked with my principal and wrote up an anti-bullying message.  All
bullying, not just gay bashing.  Ima proud of that one.  I actually got
everything out the way I wanted it, and everyone told me it was really
powerful.  It resonated.  Lemme tell you though, reading it over the
announcements was nerve wracking.  So nerve wracking, but truly liberating.
When the dipshit found out that the guy he was harassing every day in the
halls is the same one that made him laugh his ass off every morning on the
announcements despite my torment, he decided gays are okay and even made a
point to apologize to me in front of his friends."

"I'm working on a project right now myself.  Jon and Paul aren't the first
students I've known that are gay.  I've had a couple players and a few
students in Paul's situation and worse.  I'd like to see your speech,"
Larry reveals.

Duncan looks floored, "Seriously?  Oh wow!  Um, yeah.  I can email it to
Jon or you when I get home."

Larry acknowledges, "That would be great."

Jon points out, "Ha!  Duncan is speechless!  At least what passes for
speechless as far as I've seen so far."

Duncan shakes his head, "Maybe humbled is more après peau in this
instance, I'm never speechless.  Unless there's a juicy di...um, foot.
Yeah, foot, that's it.  Unless I stick a juicy foot in my mouth!"

I question, "A prepo?"

Neville phonetically clarifies, "Ap-reh po.  It's French, but English
Canada sometimes interchanges it with appropriate."

We've heard what Neville's willing to share, and all about Duncan.  The
guys know Jon's and my story, so Bailey is the only one left.  He gives us
his colourful background, complete from his long-term secret boyfriend that
he outed along with himself when he thought everyone already knew and that
no one would care, to his acting out that made his parents sell the house
and their business in order to relocate, to how he fell for Neville the
first day at school and latched onto him cautiously, but completely.


>>).:.(<<

JON

After dropping Bailey and Neville off at the hotel we make it home and go
straight to bed, no sex involved.  The remainder of Duncan's week we spend
a lot of time together with Bailey and Neville, showing them all Houston.
With Belinda in tow, between a couple shifts of work we have a great week.
The beach at Virginia Point is a hit.  Duncan makes us show him the exact
spot where Paul and I sat by a fire and flirted over a year ago.  For Paul
and me the water and air is just tolerable.  The water and the beach are
just fine however to the northern guys.

As Duncan's visit is already half over it becomes important to him that he
and Paul seem to have Paul's acoustic guitars everywhere we go, which is
cool with me, especially at the beach.  I'd rather sit out on the beach in
the sun and listen to them play than get cold in the ocean.  Paul too,
would rather play than freeze his nuts off, which also is cool with me.  I
like his nuts; he doesn't need to go freezing them off on me.

Paul has another concert on New Year's Eve and it blows Duncan's mind how
well Paul can play the violin too.  I swear playing a proper left-handed
guitar is like musical masturbation to Duncan.  Paul's collection of
guitars is like am adult video store to Duncan, and watching and listening
to how well Paul can play any string instrument is like porn to him.

The week has been unreal.  The only thing missing is Tim.  I'm pretty sure
he would have had a good time right along with us, and in a non-sexual way
I think Tim would really fall for Duncan.

On the morning that Duncan is flying home, we take a quick walk to the mall
and he buys a card.  It's a hot day and he's sweating, still not used to
the warmer winter climate.  Back at the house, he strips off his shirts in
front of me like it's nothing and I stare at his arms and chest and abs.  I
still wish I were built like him.  He's not bulky, but even so, I don't
know if I could ever get the definition he has.

He knows I'm checking him out but he doesn't act shy or embarrassed, or get
cocky about it.  At least outwardly, it's nothing to him.  Tossing the
shirts aside in Tim's room, he digs into his bag and shows me a Property of
Vancouver Canucks t-shirt, "I was going to give this to you, but you really
are a Stars fan after all, so that's like, a major faux-pas.  It's a
medium, do you think it'll fit Tim?"

"It should.  It might be tight.  Large usually fits him perfectly.  Not
baggy, a little loose, but hints at the great body underneath," I answer.

He's sheepish and embarrassed, but still not from me ogling him, rather
that he didn't think to get something for Tim as a thank you until almost
too late.  He signs the card and asks, "Yo, I'll still help change the
sheets if you'll let me.  But if you insist on rolling in my dirty bed
sheets after I'm gone, and really, who can fault you for that, can you
leave this card and the shirt on the bed for Tim once it's changed?"

Fishing further into his bag, he pulls his jock out and gives it to me once
again, "Thanks for letting me borrow it back.  If you keep it, share it
with Paul.  Make it a `him and you' thing, don't make him resent it or me.
And tell me all about it!  If he actually wears it, that would make my day!
On second thought, maybe don't tell me.  You guys are boyfriends.  Tell me
all about every other dirty thing you two do, but nothing that involves it
or me.  I don't want to get jealous of either of you two.  I want to be
best buds with both of you when you make it to my city this fall!"

He then gives me the skates he bought, "Here.  Remember me asking you your
shoe size when I got these?  Well they're too small on me.  Bigger feet,
and therefore bigger dick and all, if you recall?  Hahaha, just kidding!  I
perved a little bit on both you and Paul.  You both seem adequately
equipped to me.  Anyhow, I know that you like to rollerblade, and that you
want to ice skate.  When I asked you your size when we were buying them,
it's because I meant to give them to you.  Now you have to promise me to go
back to the store and get the skates `baked' and heat molded to your feet.
They'll be ten times more comfortable at least.  A hundred times even.  And
they'll help you skate easier on the ice."

He digs into his bag one more time and pulls out a bag of chips, "But!  You
also have to promise me to use them with Paul, which means going on dates
to the skating rink.  He can hold your hands on the ice and use the excuse
of teaching you, then you can share a mug of hot chocolate and steal kisses
over it when no ones' looking, and then have a quickie in a bathroom stall
at the arena 'cause you two lovebirds can't last until you get home!"

He tosses me the bag of chips and starts neatly stuffing everything else
back into his bag, "Here.  These were going to be for the way back, but you
should try them."

"Ketchup chips?  Eww," I comment.

Duncan rolls his eyes, he already knows me enough to tell I was curious
from the moment he pulled them from his bag, but plays along, "Just try 'em
and then tell me what ya really think.  They're sorta a Canadian thing."

>>).:.(<<

By the time the week is over and Bailey and Neville, and then Duncan fly
back home, we've all promised that we'll all do everything possible to get
together in September for our first year of University.