San Francisco
Part 35

Just after midday, after the Frisco fog had lifted, Spencer met us in the hotel lobby, looking totally awesome in a button-up shirt, baggy shorts and Timberlands. He’d phoned earlier to say he’d drive us back to the beach house for the barbecue. Pop offered to buy a couple of bottles of wine and some beer but my hunky buddy wouldn’t hear of it. “You’re my guests,” he insisted as we made our way to the blue Bronco in the parking lot. “Anyway, everything’s already organized. MM and I have been preparing the food all morning – marinated steaks, salads, and whatever. By the way, MM’s got the guilts about asking if you were gay last night.”

“I’m gay every night.”

“Seriously, Daniel. He’s thought about it and wants to apologize. The little dude is always so upfront and honest about everything, he sometimes forgets about other people’s sensitivities.”

“It’s cool, Spencer. Anyway, I had me an awesome chick last night,” I beamed. Then as we headed toward Ocean Road, with me in the front, and Pop in the back, I told Spencer all about Rose and what had happened. “So I’m not hung up any more. Y’know? Gay, straight, bi, whatever. Doesn’t matter. MM doesn’t have to worry about what he said. No biggie.”

“So the Parade really got to you, huh? Seeing all those thousands of gay people?”

“I guess so. How much does MM know about you?”

“A lot more than he lets on. We’ve talked about me and my buds, but not in any great detail. He can figure that out for himself. Doesn’t bother him, though. When he sleeps over, he climbs into my bed in the mornings to snuggle up and get warm… even if Willie or someone else is sleeping with me.”

“He must be like totally innocent.”

“He is… and he isn’t. Anyway, he’s been climbing into my bed since I moved into the house. Nothing’s ever happened and nothing ever will, so he doesn’t see it as anything to worry about. It’s just normal behaviour.”

“I don’t think I could handle it… being in bed with that little hunk. Jeez! He’s a total hottie. I’d have a real skin-splitter.”

“He always wakes up with one. Sorts it out in bed while I’m in the shower. I can smell it when I return to the room.”

“I wonder what he fantasizes about. Have you ever asked him?”

“No way. I think he’d be embarrassed if he knew that I was aware of what he gets up to while I’m showering.”

“Nothing to be embarrassed about. Everybody jacks off; even Pop. Right, Pop?”

“No comment,” the old dude mumbled without taking his eyes off the passing scenery.

A mountain of fur almost flattened me as I stepped onto the rear deck, leaving Spencer in the kitchen to grab some Coronas from the fridge. “Whoa, Bugsy! How ya doin’?” Right away I was reminded of my own dog Kyle. I was missing the crazy pooch with the hyperactive tail big time. It was gonna be soooo cool to see him again the next day, as well as my folks and buds, of course.

MM was looking a bit sheepish as he shook my hand. “Hey, man, it’s cool,” I smiled. “Spencer told me you’re a bit embarrassed about what you said yesterday at the restaurant. It’s no biggie. Really it isn’t. No need for an apology. OK? Anyway, I’ve got something I wanna tell you later. Maybe we can have a bit of a confab in private. Where’s Willie?”

“On his way here,” he explained, then grinned as he shook the old dude’s hand. “How ya doin’, Pop?”

“How could I be anything but fine? Your face lights up the world, young man.”

“Really? You think I’ve got a cool face?”

“Don’t start motor mouthing again, MM,” Spencer ordered as he placed a bunch of beers on the table, then handed them around. Not to MM, though. He was gonna suck on a Pepsi. Anyway, he didn’t even like beer. “I’ve already put a wedge of lemon in the necks, guys. Cheers!” And with that, we all took a sip.

Willie arrived shortly afterwards, and the five of us sat around for an hour or so, chatting about this and that ‘til it was time to throw some marinated steaks, satay sausages and sliced onions on the barbecue. Mmmmm! The sound of sizzling and the smell of the appetizing smoky aroma that filled the air as well as our nostrils had my stomach rumbling big time. MM took care of turning the meat and onions while Spencer organized the plates, fresh crusty rolls of bread and salads.

“Willie?” he asked. “Can you grab a couple of bottles of cab sav from the wine rack?” Then he turned to Pop and winked. “They’re from our own vineyard. A pretty wicked drop.”

“If you insist,” Pop smiled. “I’m normally a teetotaler, but on special occasions…”

“Yeah, right!” I cracked. “Every day’s a fucking special occasion for you, Pop. Oops! Sorry about the cussing, MM.”

“Hey, I hear it at school all the time. No biggie.”

Willie was first to take off his shirt, and hang it on the deck railing. The early afternoon sun had started to become pretty warm. Pop was sneaking a peek at Willie’s awesome pecs and fleshy nipples every now and then, trying not to be noticed. That cracked me up totally. So I took off my t as well, and hung it next to Willie’s. Spencer followed our lead a minute or two later. Pop’s eyes were all over the damn place.

“MM?” I asked. “Aren’t you hot?”

“The girls at school think so.”

“Smartass. Get your t off.”

“Yeah, right,” he grinned as he turned a steak. “And have you guys making fun of me? I don’t have your kinda bod, Daniel.”

“So?” I asked as I approached him. I took the spatula from his hand and continued turning the meat and onions. “Take off your shirt, dude. Don’t be such a wuss.” After he’d removed his shirt, I told him that he looked pretty damn cool. “That’s how I looked when I was your age, so don’t worry about it. You’ll fill out.”

“You think I look OK? I wish I looked like you, though.”

“You will. Are you interested in fitness?”

“Kinda. I’m not a fanatic, though. I just wanna look good enough to pull the chicks.”

“Only chicks?”

“Yeah, well, whatever. I’m not too sure. I guess I’ll wait and see what happens.”

“Don’t stress, man. You’ve got nothing to worry about. Anyway, we’ll talk about that later. Time to serve the steaks and sausages. Woohoo!”

“What was the marinade?” Pop asked as he hoed into the beautifully tender t-bone flesh.

“Made it myself,” Spencer grinned, showing off those rows of wicked sparkling pearlies that were so infectiously inspirational. “Nothing special. Red wine, garlic, onion, ginger, a dash of soy and Tabasco, a sprinkle of herbs, a bit of this and that. Glad you like it.”

“If you were better looking, I’d marry you,” the cheeky old fucker said in all seriousness, which cracked everyone up. Then we cracked up even more when Pop pretended not to understand what all the laughter was about. I’d never seen such a look of innocence in all my life.

Eventually, the convo got around to the subject of our leaving the next day, and that kinda put a downer on the atmos. “We’re gonna miss you guys,” Spencer said after taking a sip of the cab sav. “You guys sure know how to liven up a party. It’s been great meeting you.”

“Ditto,” Pop smiled as he raised his glass. “Here’s to livening up parties.” Then he took a swig of the ruby-colored liquid and added, “Whoa! Any more of this and I won’t be livening up anything.”

“Coffee, anyone?”

“I’ll fix it, Spencer.” And with that, MM headed for the kitchen, followed by me after I’d offered to help him.

“How do you make it?” I asked, looking around the kitchen.

“Not with instant powder and a teaspoon, if that’s what you’re thinking. Spencer’s got a plunger.”

“So I’ve heard,” I cracked, “and a big one!” But it took a while before MM got the joke. A minute later, the electric jug was on the boil, and the plunger was being organized with coffee, when MM asked me what I’d wanted to tell him. “I was with a girl last night. Actually, a woman. She was 22.”

“And?” His eyebrows were raised, and he kinda went into a suspended animation thingy for a moment in anticipation of what I was gonna say.

“Yep, I did it,” I nodded and grinned. “I had sex with her.”

“As in… like… wow!... you mean the whole deal?”

“Yep.”

He returned his attention to making the coffee, taking the opportunity to gather his thoughts. Then, after a pause: “So you’re not gay.”

“I’m Daniel. I’m anything I wanna be depending on the circumstances. I can be one thing today and another thing tomorrow.”

“What are you today?” he asked as he pushed the plunger.

“I’m looking at you, aren’t I?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Hey, surely you can’t be that dumb. Go figure.” MM placed the plunger, five coffee mugs, milk and sugar on a tray, and prepared to carry it out to the deck. “Hey, chill, man,” I continued, putting a hand on his shoulder to restrain him for a moment. “I’m not hitting on you. I just wanted you to know that the girls at school are not the only ones who think you’re a hottie. Maybe you’re not all that built yet but what you’ve got is pretty damn sexy.”

“Thanks.”

‘Dammit!’ I thought to myself as I followed him out to the deck. ‘One minute he’s thinking I’m Mr Cool and now he’s thinking I’m Mr Fuckwit. Why did I have to open my big mouth?’

About an hour later, we were all walking along the beach. Spencer had suggested it was a good way to settle our bloated stomachs and sober up a bit. In any case, it felt good to have the white foaming water swirling around my bare feet each time the remnants of a spent wave scurried up the damp sand. It was also cool to be throwing a stick further along the beach for Bugsy to fetch.

At one point, I found myself some yards ahead of the group, still keeping Bugsy and myself amused with the stick. It was then that I noticed MM walking beside me. “I didn’t know what to say before,” he began, “back there in the kitchen. I think you’re hot looking as well, but… y’know… it’s not easy to tell a guy something like that.”

“It gets easier with practice,” I said before throwing the stick again, and watching the Golden Retriever chase after it like his life depended on it. “So go ahead and tell me I’m hot looking.”

There was a long pregnant pause while the kid waited for Bugsy to return. Then he took the stick from the pooch’s mouth and threw it. “I think you look hot.”

“How hot?”

“Really hot.”

“Say it ten times.”

“I think you look really hot. I think you look really hot. I think… this is dumb!”

“Keep going.”

“I think you look really hot. I think you look really hot. I think you look really hot…” Then the kid started to giggle like crazy.

“Keep going!”

“I think you look really hot. I think you look really hot. I think you look really hot. How many is that?”

“Two to go.”

“I think you look really hot. I think you look really hot.”

“Feel better now?”

“Yeah,” he laughed. “I guess it’s not so hard to say after all. Then he threw the stick again, and we watched Bugsy do his thing.

“Lemme tell you something, MM. Just go with your feelings, man. That’s what I did last night with Rose – that chick I was telling you about. I can’t tell you how nervous I was before she arrived at the hotel room. I was like in a major fucking panic. I was freaking big time about not being able to perform or whatever. Y’know? But then the situation kinda took care of itself. Too easy.”

“Yeah, but if I think you look hot, then…”

“Then you think I look hot. That’s all there is to it. Don’t label yourself, man. Hey, can I ask you something personal?”

“Sure.” Then he changed his mind. “That is… well, maybe I’m not so sure.”

“OK. I won’t ask.”

“Now you’ve got me curious. What was the question?”

“OK. I’ll ask the question, but you don’t need to answer it if you don’t wanna. Cool with you?”

“Yep.”

I stooped to pick up a shell, then examined it. “What kinda stuff do you fantasize about when you jack off?”

There was another long pause while MM kept Bugsy’s four legs busy with the flying stick. And then: “I’ll tell you if you tell me first.”

“Would it freak you if I said I’ve fantasized about you?”

“Guess not,” he shrugged without looking at me. “Not after what you said in the kitchen.”

“Does it bother you?”

“You don’t look the type. I mean, you look way cool and everything. Hunky and kinda macho. There’s no way I would have believed all this if you hadn’t told me.”

“What type?”

“I guess I’ve never thought of myself as being… well… somebody a guy like you would think is… y’know… sexy or whatever.”

“So what do you think about when you jack off?”

“Depends. Sometimes girls, sometimes… sometimes guys, I guess.”

“Me?”

“Yeah.”

“Woohoo!” I grabbed the little guy and we both went crashing into the next wall of whitewater that washed ashore, getting ourselves soaking wet. “You’ve made my day, dude,” I laughed. “Thanks a bunch for that.” And for the next five minutes, we chased each other along the beach, ducking and weaving and laughing. When we finally settled down, I put my arm around his shoulders as we continued to walk along the beach, throwing the stick to Bugsy at regular intervals. “You’re a slippery little fucker. You should take up football.”

“It all seems so normal.”

“What?”

“What we talked about a while ago.”

“It is normal, man. Totally normal. Hey, I think it’s really awesome that you fantasize about me. It’s a way-fucking-cool compliment. Know what I mean?”

“For me, too… I mean, you thinking about me. So what exactly do you think about?”

“That’s classified, dude,” I grinned, and gave him a sideways hug. “What do you think about?”

“That’s classified, too.”

“Anyway, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about… like what happened to me last night with Rose. Out of the fucking blue, I’m with this chick doing what guys do with chicks. Y‘know? So it’s like you have this idea about who and what you are, and then it all changes one day ‘cause of something that happens. Something unexpected. What I’m saying is that you shouldn’t get yourself all bent outa shape ‘cause of what’s going on in your head right now, ‘cause what’s going on in your head is all about today and maybe not tomorrow. Know what I’m saying?”

“I think so.”

“It’s cool that you think about me sometimes when you jack off, though, man. That’s totally outasight. Yeah… totally kiff.”

“Kiff?”

“A word my bud from Cape Town uses when he thinks something is cooler than cool. And that’s what you are, MM. Don’t ever forget it. Promise?”

“Promise.”

Back at the beach house, we sat around having a few more drinks, and listening to Spencer playing the Steinway grande. How I wished I could take that dude home to Tampa with me. I mean, how often do you find a seriously sexy hunk who plays cool piano music? Pop kept asking for all this old fashioned stuff, but that was OK. It kinda suited the mood. “You rest memumber this, a kiss is just a kiss, a sigh is just a sigh… the mendafuntal things apply, as time goes by…” Crazy old dude. That’s what he was singing, and it broke Spencer up big time.

When it came time to leave, there were lots of hugs all round, and promises of seeing each other again at some stage. I asked MM to promise me that he would look after Spencer. It seemed kinda weird that I would be asking a little dude to look after a big dude but Spencer would sometimes give me the impression that he needed taking care of. It was just a feeling I had. A bit like the way I took care of Pop, I guessed.

I was as horny as a fucking rattlesnake when we got back to the hotel room. I was gonna jack off in the bathroom but that would’ve been as boring as shit. “Hey, Pop, watch this!” I placed a small piece of cardboard on the carpet, then moved back about four feet. “For fuck sake, Pop, stop freaking! This is a genuine scientific experiment. I’ve gotta get my juice to land on the cardboard or even beyond it. It’s research for your stories. OK?” Actually, it would’ve been cooler if Pop had been sitting where the piece of cardboard was, but maybe that would’ve been pushing my luck a bit too far.

“What were you and MM talking about today at the beach?”

“Sex. What else? He thinks about me sometimes when he jacks off. Cool, huh? Actually, I’ll think about him now. By the way, Pop, what do you think about?”

“Ironing my shirts.”

I totally cracked. “Yeah, right. C’mon, Pop, you can tell me.”

“You.”

“Atta boy! No point in teasing the hell outa you if I don’t get a reaction, right?”

As I fisted my boner, I watched Pop’s face. His eyes were glued to my blonde crotch. Woohoo! I was also imagining MM checking me out, and thinking about his bod… not a helluva lot of bulk but smooth and well proportioned. And such a cute face! One day… yeah… one day. Then I felt the rush on its way, and aimed my cock at the piece of cardboard. The first jet flew through the air like a miniature twisted Frisbee, spinning like a wriggling worm, and landing just short of the cardboard. But the next wad landed a couple of inches beyond. Within a few seconds, there was a huge pool of cum just four or so feet in front of me. “Pretty awesome, huh, Pop?”

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