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Part 6

Next day, Muscle Teen was at it again... digging, shoveling, wheeling, sweating, complaining, cussing, laughing, and pulling faces at Pop while he was filming the job. Filming the job? Hey! Who was gonna fix lunch?

"Hey, Pop! What's for lunch?"

"Bubble gum."

"Fuck off, Pop."

"Hey!" Benny was standing next to me, and gave me a nudge. "You shouldn't speak that way to Pop."

"Why not? He treats me like an adult, and I treat him like a teen. He likes it that way 'cause it makes him feel like one of the guys." I raised my voice. "Pop? Seriously... it's getting close to midday. And stop filming my damn butt!"

"Sorry... I thought it was Paul's."

"Hey! Are you comparing my butt to Daniel's? No fucking way! Mine's way cuter."

"Shuddup, Paul. Pop? Seriously, what's for lunch?"

"I got up early this morning, and roasted a couple of chickens... a la Pop. We'll have them cold, with fresh bread rolls, salad, and mayo."

"Wicked! I'm starving!"

"Prefer some of my mayo?" Dick laughed, stroking his big, thick, delicious semi.

"Whoa! Don't tempt me, Dick. Hey, Pop? Did you get a shot of...?" Stupid question. The camera was pointed right at the Adonis's blonde crotch.

It was about 12:30 when we all downed tools, showered under the hose, and sat in a circle on the lawn. In the center was a red and black chequered blanket.

"Hey, Pop!" I yelled. "You need a hand in the kitchen?"

"No," came the voice from inside the house. "Well... maybe somebody can give me a hand with the drinks."

"Nick? You wanna help Pop?"

"Sure."

"Hey, Dick," I said as Nick's cute, muscular, dimpled buns vanished through the back door, "maybe you shouldn't have mentioned that mayo thingy... not with Nick here."

"He's cool."

"Yeah... but he's kinda straight. Sorry, Greg... sorry, Jason... no offence."

"Oh? So now it's a fucking crime to be straight?"

"That's not what I meant, Jason. It's just that some of you guys kinda freak about stuff."

"Like what? Dick spooging all over your chicken? Wouldn't worry me... so long as it wasn't my chicken. Anyway, I spooged all over your pizza once. Remember?"

"You're making me horny. Let's forget it. Anyway, here comes Pop."

"I've got some stuff coming this afternoon," Pop announced as he placed two large, woven baskets of shredded chicken on the blanket, followed by another two baskets of buttered bread rolls. Nick took care of the drinks, then returned with bowls of salad. "I've hired a high-pressure water hose to clean the pool tiles. And I've bought some palms and other plants, plus some outdoor furniture. And a barbecue... gas. With a bit of luck, this place will look like a tropical paradise before the day's out... thanks to you guys. I can't thank you enough."

"You can give us all a blow job," Jo grinned.

"Cool it, Jo."

"Chill, Daniel. I was only joking. Sorry, Pop."

"That's OK, Jo. Actually... uh... hmmm... enjoy the chicken."

"What were you gonna say?"

"Nothing."

"You're blushing again, Pop."

"It's become a habit since you guys arrived. Anyway, dig in."

Dick was watching me as I placed some shredded chicken on my bread roll, then smothered it with mayo.

"Wish it was mine?"

"You've got no fucking decorum, Dick."

"Ooo! That's a biggie. What's decorum mean?"

"That's exactly why you don't have any."

"Now, now, boys! No fighting! Actually, I've just remembered something... there's some work I have to finish. I'll leave you guys to it."

"Pop? Where are you going?"

"Inside. I'll catch you later this afternoon... when the stuff arrives."

"Are you leaving 'cause of what Dick said?"

"Not at all."

"Bullshit, Pop."

"I think it's better if I leave you guys alone for a while. I hadn't realized that I was... well... getting in the way."

"Sit down, Pop."

"Sounds like an order."

"It is. Anybody wanna see Pop leave?" All the guys shook their heads. "Cool. Pop? You gonna stay?"

"Well... uh... guess I'd better. But I don't wanna be in the way... not if you guys wanna... well... I mean..."

"Have some lunch, Pop. Don't worry about us. We can do all that other stuff any ol' time. Right now, we're here to do a job. Not that kinda job, Jo. Stop grinning."

"I didn't say a word!"

"I know what you were thinking, Jo."

Silence reigned for a couple of minutes while we ate. But, eventually, Pop, sensing the tension, decided to speak.

"This seems like a pretty good opportunity for me to get an education. Hope you don't mind. What I'd like to know is why you're all attracted to each other. Do you think it's purely physical?"

"Can't be," Greg laughed. "They're all as ugly as shit."

"Daniel tells me you're straight."

"Yeah."

"Totally?"

"What's totally? Hey, I figured I had myself all worked out... y'know... like I knew who I was. Then my dad met Daniel's mom, and I met Daniel. And now we're bros."

"He's influenced you? Is that what you're saying, Greg? You have doubts about your sexuality now?"

"No... I don't have doubts. I'm still straight. But... well... Daniel has a way of kinda changing things... a little. I mean, he makes you feel good. He sees stuff in you that other people don't. He makes you see yourself differently."

"In what way?"

"Like I'm some kinda god or whatever. Fucking hell, he's always going on about how I'm some kinda god or something. I know that sounds kinda dumb."

"You really think it's dumb?"

"Yeah... let's face it, Pop, it's dumb. Big time." Then, Greg giggled before adding, "But, hey, it feels damn good."

"I can identify with that," Nick interjected. "I'm straight, too. Check me out, though. Sitting here naked with a bunch of loonies. But Greg's right. Daniel makes you feel good about yourself... not the same way a girl does... different. Y'know, it's kinda weird having a guy think you rule, but it's also kinda neat."

"And what about Daniel? Does he also rule?"

"Yeah... he does."

"So why did you just poke your tongue out at Daniel, and make a face?"

"'Cause the asshole's getting a swelled head. Look at the fucker! Grinning like a fucking Cheshire cat!"

"Do you think Daniel is gay?"

"I don't think of Daniel as being anything but Daniel. He is who he is. That's it."

"Don't answer this question if it embarrasses you, Nick, but does Daniel turn you on?"

Pop obviously hadn't expected everybody to crack up big fucking time. He was suddenly taken aback by all the raucous laughter, and looked as though he wished he'd never asked the question in the first place. But good ol' Dick came to the rescue.

"Hey, Pop, Daniel turns everybody on... he's that kinda guy. Sexual orientation has nothing to do with it."

"But you also turn each other on? I mean, all of you?"

"Some of us do. Depends. I don't think I turn Greg, or Jason, or Nick on. Do I guys? And don't gimme any crap. This is a serious convo."

"Different kinda turn-on," Jason explained. "I don't think there's a dude here who isn't in awe of Dick's bod, but that's not the same thing as a turn-on, I mean like sexually. Besides, your schlong is kinda scary, Dick."

"Maybe you should get to know it better."

"I think I'm more confused than ever," Pop chuckled. "You're all sexually attracted to Daniel, but not all of you are sexually attracted to each other."

"No," Jason disagreed. "I wouldn't say that I was sexually attracted to Daniel. Sure, I admire his bod and all that shit. And I guess I kinda... well, y'know. But it's more about the way he makes me feel, and I don't mean by touching me. Daniel's got this weird way of putting you on some kinda pedestal, which is kinda cool considering that he's highly regarded."

"OK, back to my original question. It seems to me that the attraction is not purely physical."

"Depends on what you mean by physical, Pop. You mean eyes? Smile?"

"Do those things excite you sexually? Does Daniel's smile arouse you?"

"You mean do I get a hardon? Sometimes," he shrugged. "Yeah."

"Do you fantasize about Daniel?"

"Do you?"

"Enough said."

Enough was right. "Jeez, guys! Can you take the fucking spotlight off me for fuck sake? Anyway, this whole fucking convo is going around in fucking circles. Nobody knows what the fuck they're talking about."

"That's probably true," Pop laughed. "But being silent doesn't get you very far either."

We all worked like demons for the rest of the afternoon... hosing down the pool tiles, planting trees, arranging the garden furniture, organizing the barbecue, and, finally, pissing in the pool before it was filled with water.

"You're gonna get piss all over the camera down there, Pop!"

"Let me worry about that. I wanna get a shot from down here, on the floor of the pool, before it's filled. Ready?"

"Try not to piss on Pop, guys. OK. Ready, set, go!"

Oops! Pop didn't seem to mind having been drenched as he climbed the steps at the shallow end, drying the camcorder with his towel. "That was like filming Niagra Falls from below," he chuckled. "Worth it, though."

"You're weird, Pop."

"Yep."

That evening, we all stayed for a barbecue... shrimps, bacon, burgers, potatoes cooked in foil, with sour cream and chopped chives, salad, and crusty bread. And plenty of beer.

The yard looked totally fucking brilliant... like some kinda oasis with its palms, orchids, and sparkling pool... a little piece of paradise. And the more the guys got to know Pop, the more they liked him. He was one of the guys, laughing and joking with us. A teen in fossil clothing. Somehow, he'd managed to bridge the generation gap without compromising his adulthood, or patronising us. Generation gap? What fucking generation gap?

"Hey, Pop? There's something you haven't asked me."

"Like what?"

"Like when Dick said you loved me."

"Oh? What should I ask?"

"If I love you."

"I don't need to ask that question, Daniel."

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