Desert Heat

Desert Heat Chapter 14

Desert Heat Chapter 14

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This story is radically different from what I usually write. There are no magic or supernatural elements, and there are no Dominant/Submissive relationships. This is a story about an older man (Fernando) and a younger man (Matty) who fall in love. Both are adults. It's also a story about Matty's cousin Jimmy who is being abused without his knowledge by a close friend, and a story about Fernando's son Johnny and his lover Alex Xiao, a basketball player and engineering student.

I plan 1 chapter every month.

There are a lot of Spanish words and phrases in this story. I hope they're understandable from context. I am not always consistent about putting the accent marks on the words. Sorry about that, but it's a matter of inserting the correct form from the Insert tab and it takes a lot more time.

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My Stories

·        College Magic (authoritarian and sf/fantasy)

·        Jack and the Giant (sf/fantasy)

·        Sacred Submissives (authoritarian and sf/fantasy)

·        Bellus Cinaedus (authoritarian and historical)

·        Guardian Angel (authoritarian and sf/fantasy)

·        Nivean and the Dvergar (authoritarian)

·        Small Town Slave Boys (authoritarian)

·        Desert Heat (beginnings)

·        Eros in Arcadia (Sf/fantasy)

·        Constituent Services (Encounters)

·        The Dancing Princes 

Desert Heat Chapter 14

A Storm Brews in the Desert

Josh

I was fucking sore this morning. And I was pissed, pissed and afraid. I lay in bed and pretended to be asleep until Troy left the room to go jogging. I'd never seen him so angry, and he had never taken it out on me before. If I'd had any idea that he was going to react the way he did, I wouldn't have bragged about what I'd done. Hell! I wouldn't have done it in the first place.

When Troy had come into the room yesterday evening and asked what was up, I smiled and replied, "I had to teach Jimmy a lesson. I sent his audition video to his dad."

The smile hadn't even left my face when Troy pounced on top of me, pinning me to the bed. One of his meaty hands closed around my throat and he slapped me like I was one of our bitches. I couldn't yell with him choking me and I couldn't buck him off because he was heavier and stronger than me. Don't get me wrong; I was no lightweight, but Troy was built like a linebacker and he was older. He'd spent one term in Afghanistan before coming to college three years ago as a freshman.

I'd seen him angry at our bitches and I'd always felt sorry for them, but I hadn't realized that Troy had been relatively gentle. He slapped my face so hard that I saw stars; I literally saw stars flashing in front of my eyes. He slapped me a dozen times before he leaned down and growled, "If you yell, I'll beat you so bad that you'll wish you were dead."

Then he let go of my throat. Like an idiot, I drew a breath to yell, and he punched me in the face so hard that my yell turned into a cry. He grabbed my throat again and then punched me twice more. He spat in my face and said, "Are you going to be quiet now?"

I nodded and he let go. "Now I'm going to explain how you fucked up, but first answer one question. Who is the fucking boss in this business?"

"You are," I replied.

He nodded at me and smirked. "Good. The first way you fucked up is that you didn't ask me before doing something so big."

"I thought it was..."

Troy shut me up with another slap. "Don't think. That's your problem. I'm the brains and the brawn of this organization. You're just the guy who does what the fuck I tell him to do. So that was your first fuckup, you tried to think. The second fuckup is that you just sent proof that you were blackmailing that little bitch. That video will back up his testimony. You told him you'd send the video if he didn't do what the fuck you told him to do. He disobeyed and you sent the fucking video!"

"Can I please talk now without getting punched in the face?" I asked.

He sat back so that his big, meaty ass was resting on my cock. He smiled down at me and said, "Your dick is hard, Josh. You must have liked having me rearrange your face."

I hadn't even realized I was hard until he said something. I had not enjoyed the pain, but I had gotten a thrill when he held me down and I couldn't get up. That had never happened to me before. I'd never gotten hard while being dominated because I had never met a man capable of dominating me in the way Troy was doing.

He sneered at me. "You don't have to say anything. We both know that you're a bitch for my cock now. Go and say your piece."

I spat blood out of my mouth and said, "I used that proxy email you showed me, so no one knows that the video is from me."

Troy drew back his hand to slap me again and then patted me gently on the side of the face. His smile wasn't friendly. "Did you strip the file of all personal information? Did you remove any other identification?"

Shit! I wasn't a computer expert. Troy was. I shook my head slowly. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know you had to do that."

He slapped me again, but only as hard as he did the bitches in our stable. "That's because you're a dumbass! Hopefully, Jimmy's dad doesn't know how to get at that information because, if he does, and if this comes back to bite us in the ass, you are going to wish you'd never met me."

If it weren't for all the twink ass I was getting, and all the money we'd made from those twinks, I'd be wishing I'd never met Troy now. When he finally let me up, I looked in the mirror. I had a black eye, a split lip, and a swollen nose. Both my cheeks were red. A deeper red than any blush or sun damage would excuse. There was no way to hide that I'd gotten the shit beat out of me.

When Troy called one of our bitches to come over and take care of his erection, he saved my rep by telling a story about me getting hurt whilst taking care of one of our other whores (he didn't give a name), but he made me sound like a hero, or a good pimp. I was just glad the he didn't plan on telling our bitches that he'd beaten me for fucking up.

We even shared the guy, a fairly muscular fag named Pete who was terrified of his frat brothers finding out about his night job. One thing about Pete was that he was very enthusiastic. So long as his secret was safe, he loved sucking cock and getting fucked. He never complained about taking strange cocks for money either. He was the only one of our whores who was earning fifty percent from his takings. Too bad he was a senior and this was his last year.

After Pete left, Troy had pushed me down on my bed and said, "You still need another lesson. Suck my cock and I'll count this fuckup as over and done."

So, I didn't hate sucking cock. It wasn't like he was demanding to fuck my ass. That I hated. But I knew as soon as I took Troy's cock into my mouth, our relationship would be different. Who the fuck was I kidding? Our relationship had changed the moment he beat the shit out of me.

Despite the fact that Pete had cleaned Troy's cock and sucked him to orgasm after being fucked by him, I could still taste his ass on Troy's cock. Luckily Pete always douched before he came over, so it was a clean ass I tasted. And I did love the taste of a clean ass.

Troy didn't fuck my face. That would have been easier to take. He sat back and made me suck his cock of my own volition. I couldn't pretend I was doing anything but being a total bitch for him. I liked to think of myself as a total top, but I couldn't stop myself from getting hard while I serviced Troy. His cock was enormous and I choked around his monster while I tried my best to take it all. And he'd just cum twice, so I had to suck on him for close to thirty minutes before he finally took hold of my head and held it tight so I'd have no choice but to swallow.

It was only 8:30 p.m. and I hadn't had dinner, but Troy said, "Go to bed and don't get up until morning. I want you to taste my spunk all night long so you never forget who's the top man in this arrangement."

He ordered a pizza, and when it arrived he sat in his bed and ate the whole thing. I lay there, stomach rumbling, the taste of Troy's cum in my mouth, trying to fall asleep.

But now, Tuesday morning, Troy had left, so I got up to get showered and dressed for classes.

Johnny

It was Tuesday, so Alex and I didn't have to settle for just a quickie this morning. I'd already showered and cleaned my ass because I did not like starting the day without Alex's big cock inside me. I hardly ever needed more than a quick rinse because I followed the bottom diet, lean meat, lots of leafy greens, very little sugar, cheese, or beans. Neto said that I starved myself, but that wasn't true. I ate a lot. I just ate things that would make me a better bottom. And I did love the effect it had on my body. More importantly, so did Alex.

When I returned to the bedroom, I pulled the sheet off his body so I could take a look at his long torso. Alex had to buy a California King bed because he's so tall and my old bed was five inches shorter than he was. I thought he was gorgeous, all eighty inches of him. Despite being six feet tall, I felt tiny lying next to him.

Alex's skin was very light, not just compared to me, but whiter than most of the "white guys" on campus. I hadn't known that Chinese Americans could be that pale. He had black hair that stood straight up on the top of his head. His cheekbones were high and his dark brown eyes were narrow and thoughtful. He looked a lot like a sexy Buddha statue I'd seen in a museum once. Yeah, I know how that sounds, but this Buddha was thin, hot, and reclining in a very attractive pose.

Alex was strong, stronger than I was despite the fact that I was more defined than he was. His body had only a light dusting of black hair. I'd have more if I didn't keep it waxed. He could have had a very full bush around his cock, but he kept it neatly trimmed. And speaking of his cock, he was already semi-hard. He was about six inches long but I knew he would grow to about nine once I started kissing it.

I crawled gently between his legs and licked the top of his dick, from his groin down to the tip, which was still hidden beneath his foreskin. Then I lifted it up and licked the other side from his balls to the tip. Now he was growing stiffer, stiff enough for me to peel back his foreskin and kiss the head of his cock, bringing him to full erection. I could feel it growing beneath my hands.

I loved the taste of Alex's cock, especially in the morning. He hadn't had a chance to wash his natural flavors off yet in the shower. He was clean, but overnight his sweat and natural secretions had combined with the small amount of cum I must have missed last night when I sucked him off. I took the head into my mouth and ran my tongue along his frenulum. And that was when he woke up.

"Oh baby, your mouth feels so good on my cock. Bring that butt over here so I can get to your sweet ass," he commanded.

When I turned around, Alex took hold of my hips and buried his face in my ass. "Mm. I love the taste of your hole as much as you love my cock, Johnny."

I gave my ass a wiggle and concentrated on taking more of Alex's cock into my throat. I could swallow the whole thing, and I intended to do just that, but Alex really liked me to work on the head, so I'd be doing that as well. Alex was super horny in the mornings so I wanted to swallow one load then he could fuck me for longer since we had plenty of time.

I devoured Alex's magnificent cock while he ate my ass like it was the best thing he'd ever tasted. I gently fondled his balls and when his scrotum began to tighten, I pulled my mouth back to concentrate on the sensitive tip of his cock. He grabbed hold of my head, forcefully, but not painfully, and, for a moment, he stopped eating me out.

He was quieter than I could ever be in the throes of orgasm. "Oh yes, baby. You suck me so good."

I swelled with pride at his words. When the two of us met, I was a mediocre cocksucker at best, but I'd had a lot of practice since then. I could worship his cock all day, every day. My own dick was throbbing hard in the pouch of my jock. Keeping it contained when we had sex so my man focussed on my ass was another trick I'd learned, but for my pleasure. He ever failed to take it out and suck it clean after I came, which added to the thrill.

"Damn! Here it comes. Swallow every drop. Show me what a good boy you can be."

I couldn't answer him of course because my mouth was full. So I showed my appreciation for his praise by redoubling my efforts, sucking harder and humming a little whenever he hit the back of my throat. My tongue grew even more energetic as it stroked his cock and urged it toward orgasm. I didn't have to wait long for my prize as his seed coated the inside of my mouth multiple times, and I didn't waste a drop.

"Fuck!" Alex exhaled, "That was great. No one sucks cock like you, babe."

Alex swatted my ass playfully and said, "Get on your back, babe. I want to be able to see your beautiful face whilst I work a second load into your other hole."

He always preferred me on my back unless I was riding him to completion. He seemed to worship my body even more than I worshiped his. I gave him a quick, "Yes, sir!", and he gave me that loving smile that always made me want to do anything he asked. "Mm. I think I like that when we're in bed. You make me feel powerful and strong, Johnny."

"You are powerful and strong, Alex. It's why I couldn't resist you."

He positioned me so I was comfortable, one pillow beneath my head and two beneath my hips. "You resisted me plenty. I'd never had to chase anyone like I had to chase you, beautiful."

He moved down between my legs and pushed them up so that he could pleasure my ass while staring into my face. I ran my hands up his strong arms. "You scared me, Alex. You made me feel different than I had before. I was afraid. I knew that if you caught me, I'd never be able to go."

"Do you want to go?" he teased.

I shook my head. "That's the thing. I knew I'd never be able to go because I wouldn't want to."

He'd pursued me in more than a sexual way. I got that all the time. He wanted to listen to me play guitar and sing. He wanted to hold me in his arms and kiss me. He didn't even try to have sex until after we'd seen each other every day for a week. He hadn't just pursued me. He'd romanced me. He'd wooed me. And now I was his, body and soul.

With a smile, Alex lowered his head and started making out with my ass. I was already relaxed and ready for him, but he claimed that "worshiping at the altar of my ass" was the fastest way to get hard again. Maybe it was because it never failed. In about ten minutes, he was ready to go. I was relaxed and dripping with his saliva. My dick was hard as a steel rod and soaking in a pool of precum in its pouch.

Alex lined up his cock so he could get inside easily and thrust slowly against me. With only spit and my own natural secretions as lube, he was a tight fit, but I liked that feeling. I arched my back and moaned when he pressed against my second sphincter. Alex had learned not to ask me if it hurt because I couldn't explain in just a few words. It was more than discomfort, but less than real pain. It was a hurt that I loved, and I knew it would quickly turn to pleasure.

Alex ran his hands down my torso, feeling my tight muscles and then moving to my sensitive nipples. He rubbed them gently before pinching them with just the amount of force I loved, sending a jolt of pain, combined with pleasure, running straight down to my dick, which jerked and spewed more precum into my jock.

We both almost broke the moment with laughter when we sighed at the same time. He said, "I can always see the exact moment when the pain has turned to pleasure. Your face goes from a grimace that rips my heart out to a look of profound ecstasy."

"Am I really that easy to read?" I asked.

He leaned down to kiss me as he thrust as deep as he could inside me. "Your every emotion and sensation is written across your face, your beautiful fucking face, the face that makes every guy, gay or straight, want to kiss you."

He always joked with me like that. I couldn't believe that straight guys wanted me the way he claimed, but it still made me feel good. Alex always made me feel good. I knew that I was objectively handsome. How could I not? I'd heard it my entire life. Maria was the smart one. Carlos was the responsible little man, so adult when he was just ten. Me, I was El Guapito, the handsome little boy. It wasn't just my family either; teachers, parents of my friends, even strangers in the stores and on the streets. Handsome was my talent. Only Alex, and Neto of course, looked beyond that. Alex loved my music, and he loved me.

Alex had gotten better at fucking over the last couple of months as well. When we'd first hooked up, he'd hit my prostate almost by accident while he'd pounded my ass. But he'd improved rapidly, mostly because of the apparent ease with which he could read my face. He'd told me, "I can always see when I hit your special spot. Your face becomes even more beautiful. So I want to see that look every time I thrust inside you."

These days, he never missed. Every single drive touched my prostate and sent a wave of pleasure rushing through my body. Alex knew how to play my body like an instrument. And I'd sucked one load out of him already this morning, so he played me for a long time, long enough for me to reach an anal orgasm without anyone touching my dick. And that was the main reason I liked to wear a jock while getting fucked. After my first anal orgasm, it had become my holy grail. It was what I craved.

I knew I was getting close because of the tightness that began in my taint. It spread so quickly to my scrotum that sometimes I thought it started there. Then it was followed by an intense feeling, almost like I was going to pee, accompanied by a tingling running through my dick. But, before it really hit, my skin came alive, like there were tiny electrical currents flowing through every nerve ending in my body. And when I came, it wasn't just my dick that contracted and relaxed in powerful spasms. It was my entire body, from the crown of my head to the tips of my toes.

"CHINGAME! FOLLAME! COGEME FUERTE! FUCK ME HARD, ALEX! DAMN! HARDER! MAKE ME SCREAM!"

Alex was grinning at me while he pounded my ass. His hands ran possessively along my body as I tightened my legs around him. "I can't believe that a beautiful guy like you, Johnny, would give me his body like this. I wish you could see your body and your face in this moment. You are... the sexiest guy in... the... whole... fucking... world!"

Then it hit me. I yelled, "VENNNNGOOO! FUCK ME! I'M CUMMING! AY PAPI! POUND ME HARDER, YOU STUD, YOU FUCKING BASKETBALL GOD!"

My culo started chewing on his cock hard, trying to suck every last drop of his cum out of his balls. My body jerked six times, each convulsion shooting another load into my jock. Alex let out a final "Unnnnnnngh!" and collapsed on top of me, pressing me firmly into the mattress. We lay there for a few moments, before he sat back and pulled my jock aside. Then he swallowed me whole and sucked every drop of my spunk off my cock. He wasn't done. He licked all across my groin and then turned his attention to my balls. Everywhere a single drop of my semen rested, he licked clean.

Then he moved up to hold me in his powerful arms. He kissed me for a long time and stroked my body lovingly. I almost had to fight to get out of his arms so I could clean his cock. I loved the taste when it was covered with my cum and lightly flavored with my ass.

Afterward he held me again. "You are more important to me than anything else in the world, Johnny. More important than basketball. More important than my degree. I love you."

"I love you, too, Alex."

He turned me over and lovingly kissed my hole again. Then he licked me until he'd cleaned most of his cum from my ass. When he was done, we had another five minutes to cuddle on the bed before it was time to get dressed for the day. I was fixing my hair and Alex was standing behind me, nuzzling my neck.

"I want you to be careful until we get this whole thing with Josh and Troy settled. Your dad told me to keep an eye on you yesterday and I didn't because I didn't want to insult you by assuming you needed my protection. But I got so scared after what happened to Jim... Jackie yesterday."

I smiled at him. "I'm not the one he's mad at."

Alex pulled me tight against him. "You are the one who made Josh leave Matty alone. I don't trust him and I can't bear the thought of him touching you to get even."

I turned to face him so I could kiss his concerns away. "I'm not a little guy like Jackie and Matty. I can take care of myself."

Alex kissed me hard, almost bruising my lips. "How many fights have you been in, Johnny?" he asked.

I blushed. "None. Everyone always backed down because they were afraid of Neto."

He nodded. "That's right. You're a man, not a boy like Matty and Jackie, but you're not a fighter. Josh and Troy are monsters and I can't... I will kill them if they touch you. Don't make me have to go to prison, handsome. Promise me that you won't ever give them a chance at you."

He was trying hard not to make me feel like a weak princess who needed his protection. That made me feel good, real good. I put my arms around his neck and said, "So long as you never call me princess, I'll be more than happy to let my strong and tall knight protect me like one. I promise to stay away from them."

Alex was still looking serious. "And you won't go anywhere alone. Promise me."

I sighed. "I promise."

He hugged me even tighter. "Good. I already failed to protect you once, Johnny. I can't live with the idea that I could fail you again. If I could, I'd make you stay with me all day so I could keep an eye on you."

Now I understood what he was talking about. He was blaming himself for my mistake on Halloween. I said, "I'll hang out with Neto as much as possible, and I'll use a buddy from class to go anywhere secluded."

He hugged me again and kissed my neck. "Thank you, Johnny. I needed to hear that."

Matty

I woke up this morning to the amazing sensation of Fernando's mouth on my cock. "OMG, Fernando, you know how to make me wake up happy."

He paused for a moment to ask, "Better than an alarm clock, then?"

I arched my back and sighed. "Oh yeah! Much better."

He swallowed my cock again. It wasn't big enough to do more than brush the back of his throat. I still would have been gagging and choking, but my studly cop lover never gagged when he sucked my dick. He went back and forth between sucking my cock into his mouth and working on the head. It was a technique I was trying to master, although I could never get more than half of his dick inside me before I had to back off.

Fernando rubbed his thumb against my hole while he sucked my dick, and it made my whole body come alive. I wanted him inside me, but I hadn't had a chance to get cleaned up. He continued to press firmly while he massaged me, occasionally stopping to add more saliva to use as lube. I was always ready to cum. It didn't take much to get off, but it was even faster when Fernando stuck anything in my butt. So when his thumb slipped just inside the ring, I unloaded into his warm, wet mouth.

"THAT'S IT DADDY! HERE IT COMES! PLAY WITH MY CULO, DADDY. OH, OH, OH, OH, I'M CUMMMING!"

He continued to suck and massage the sensitive head of my dick until he'd gotten every drop. I grabbed his arms and begged, "Please stop now!"

He gave a couple more swipes with tongue and then smiled at me. "I love how sensitive you are, chico."

Then we kissed for a few minutes before Fernando said, "We have enough time for you to do me if you want."

And did I ever want to return the favor. We'd tried the classic 69 position, but that was very uncomfortable for Fernando because I'm six inches shorter than him and he has to bend in a weird angle, unless he was eating my ass while I sucked his dick. He can do that easily enough so long as I lay flat on his body and he had a pillow under his head.

He hadn't showered yet this morning, so I could smell his sweaty musk. I was glad he'd listened to me. I liked it best when I could smell and taste him on his skin. He tasted like sex, male musk, salt and... I couldn't really describe it because the scent and flavor was just pure Fernando. No one else smelled like him, so I imagined that no one else tasted like him.

I licked all around his scrotum before moving to his cock. He'd pounded me good last night, so the tang was his natural muskiness, dried cum, and the taste of my ass, not in a bad way of course because I had been clean when he'd fucked me. I tried to follow Fernando's technique. I swallowed him about halfway and held out as long as I could before I started choking. Assuming I wasn't imagining things, I was definitely able to do it longer every day. After briefly choking, I sucked the head of his cock and rubbed my tongue along his sensitive frenulum.

I went back and forth between swallowing his cock and worshiping the head, but when his scrotum began to tighten, I pulled back so that only the head was in my mouth. I continued to suck and stroke him with my tongue until I was rewarded with his delicious load.

He took hold of my head and held it still. "Chupame_, chico. Bebe mi leche!_"

And I did drink his man milk. Four massive shots that flooded my mouth with the rich masculine flavor of his semen. I swirled it around in my mouth before swallowing. Then I climbed up so we could kiss some more. But it wasn't long before he sighed and said, "We have to shower now so we can get going."

I rubbed my face against his chest and said, "I thought you were going to wake me up early so you could fuck me in the morning?"

He kissed my forehead and said, "I did, but you didn't get up. I even asked you if you wanted to get out of bed and get cleaned up for me, or if you wanted to sleep some more."

I gave him a look of disbelief. "I chose sleep over your cock?"

He smiled and kissed me gently on the lips. "I think you need your sleep, chico. It's the blessing and the curse of being young. We'll keep it simple in the morning and in the evening I will fill you so full with my pinga that you'll be screaming loud enough to make Mrs. Hernandez beat on the floor with a broom."

I gave him a guilty look. It had been my idea for him to wake me early. "Sorry, Daddy."

He grabbed me and pulled me into his arms. "It's okay, mi amor. Pretty little twinks need their beauty sleep."

Then he carried me into the bathroom where we showered together. He kept it strictly business, and wouldn't even let me stroke his cock, but that didn't stop him from using a wet finger to clean out my hole before kneeling down and kissing it. I didn't think it was fair, but he set the rules, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Once we were clean and dry, he pulled out some clothes for me, a pale pink polo shirt and a pair of dark blue shorts that Carlos had grown out of by age twelve. I was taller than Carlos had been, but they fit me around the waist. They were pretty short, but not scandalous. Fernando kissed my neck and I asked, "Can I dye my hair pink?"

He smiled at me and said, "If you want pink hair, ask Neto to do it."

"Do you think it would look good on me?" I asked.

He kissed my neck some more and then sucked hard enough to leave another hickey. This one was going to show. "I think you're beautiful the way you are, but I think you would look extremely cute with pink hair. Are you trying to look gayer?"

I nodded. "Yes, sir. I don't want people thinking I'm a teenager who skipped a few grades. If I look gay enough I think they'll stop assuming I'm sixteen or seventeen."

He kissed me again and slid a hand down the back of my shorts to rub my hole. He teased, "Or fourteen."

"Does that make you feel like a dirty old man?" I asked.

He growled and said, "I'll show you how dirty I can be later, and I'll show that I'm not that old."

"I can't wait," I replied.

He gave me a long look and said, "Ask Neto to dye your hair, and while you're at it, ask him to do your nails in the same color, fingers and toes."

My dick was already hard, but it started to tingle at his words. I loved how forceful my boyfriend was and I loved it when he came up with new ways for me to be afeminado for him. I hadn't even considered it before meeting `Nando, but I really liked the idea that I was getting in touch with the real me, the me who had hidden inside me all my life.

When I refused to wake up this morning, Fernando had taken the opportunity to pack my backpack. He handed me a breakfast burro (egg, bean, green chili, and cheese), made sure I had bottled water and protein bars in my backpack and then he carried it out to his car in one hand while his other arm was around my shoulders.

Neto

The alarm on my smartwatch went off at 7:00 a.m., but Jackie was still sound asleep. He looked like a little angel wrapped around his pillow. I'd worn his little ass out last night. I leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Wake up, Jackie-O. It's time to get going if you want to look fabulous this morning."

He opened his eyes and gave me a winsome smile. Then he rolled over to face me. "That's a tough choice; sleep or fabulosity. Hmm. I choose... fabulous! Unless there's time for a little fun, sexy time this morning."

I turned him onto his back and went to straddle him. Like a good little bottom, he spread his legs so I could get to his pretty little butt. But that was not what I wanted this morning. I tapped his thighs and said, "Close your legs this morning, sweetie. I'm going to show you something new."

He closed his legs and I grabbed the giant pump bottle of Lynk lube ($21 for a 32 oz bottle at Amazon, what self-respecting sodomite could refuse?) and pumped a healthy four squirts in my palm and spread it over his hairless groin, paying special attention to his five inch erection. Then I lubed myself up as well. I lay on top of him and pressed my abdomen to his and started grinding, causing our slippery cocks to slide easily against one another.

He moaned, "Fuck me, Neto! That feels... damn good, amazingly good, ridiculously good."

I took his hands and held them over his head and then I kissed him. The whole time we made out, I kept grinding against him. I could tell it was having the right effect because he was moaning and moving his hips to increase the friction. And I sure as hell knew that it was having the right effect on me. This was frotting and it was a sensation halfway between masturbating and fucking. We were both leaking so much precum that I wouldn't have needed the lube if I'd just waited, but I wanted us wet and slippery from the get-go as we were on a time limit, despite what my libido was trying to tell me.

Jackie started thrusting up against me, pressing his erection against mine. I didn't stop kissing him so he couldn't call out, giving us the opportunity to hear Johnny next door, which I had to admit was kind of a turn on for me. I'd come to expect it every morning and before Jackie's arrival had spent most of those early hours jerking off to those very sounds.

When Jackie started cumming, I pressed against him and felt his cock throbbing as he shot all over our abs. Then I continued to slide across his belly until my own cock was ready to burst, sending waves of pleasure shooting through my body with each thrust. My breath grew ragged and I had to break the kiss.

"Dayum, lover boy, your tight little body is making me feel all kinds of good this morning. Oh Jakie-O, here it comes. Yes, sweet lord almighty! Ahhhhhhh!"

I shot my load between our bellies as well, and then I just flopped on top of him and kissed his neck. His skin was a little salty this morning because he hadn't showered yet, but his natural body odor was light and boyish still, although it may have been because he had no body hair.

After a few minutes of cuddle time, I got out of bed and grabbed my robe. Jackie still didn't have one so he wrapped a towel around his waist. The boy was thin enough that he had no difficulty getting it around himself and tucking it closed securely. My bedroom door opened into the living room as well as sharing a wall with Johnny and Alex's room. We were quiet because Matty was curled up on the couch. Fernando always made him lay down and tucked a sheet around him when he dropped him off in the morning.

Jackie and I went into the bathroom and both of us climbed into the old clawfoot tub. It had a long pipe with a shower head on it. My pops had converted it for my aunt Hattie back when she lived here. The nice thing about having a pint sized boyfriend was that, unlike Johnny and Alex, both of us fit comfortably in the shower at the same time.

Jackie used my soap and shampoo, which didn't bother me, but I had to teach him how to use pure Castile bar soap and shampoo bars because he was used to that liquid body wash. I hated them because they all smelled of perfume. My soap was just citrus and shea butter, very light. I really enjoyed soaping him up with a sudsy wash cloth, and I enjoyed it even more when he did the same for me. We both got excited, but we didn't have time for another round of sex this morning.

When we got done, Jackie had to wrap his towel around his waist again. Alex was looming in the hallway, almost dancing from foot to foot. We exchanged hurried greetings as he rushed into the bathroom and shut the door. Johnny wasn't in the kitchen or dining area so he was probably still fixing his hair.

Once I got Jackie back to the room I sat him down on the padded bench in front of the vanity and started digging through his clothes. The boy had very little that could be called fashionable. Instead, I pulled out a crop top muscle shirt of mine made of a shimmering mesh. His khaki shorts were entirely too long, but we couldn't fix that this morning, although I did show him how to roll the cuffs of the pants at the hemline. With six rolls, we'd shortened them about three inches. They were tight enough that they wouldn't come undone too easily and the pockets wouldn't show.

"That's not bad, sweet thing, but we'll need to do your hair and then I'm going to show you how to put on makeup," I said.

He gave me that innocent smile again and asked, "Subtle, like yours?"

I waved my hand in front of his face and said, "Comme ci, comme ca. Let's see what happens."

He was so sweet and trusting. He sat still and let me get to work. I held up my bronze eyeliner. "The good news about this shade, darling, is that we can share. It's light enough that it makes my eyes look lighter, but it will complement your blue eyes and make them sparkle."

I applied a thin line above and below his eyes, and he looked good. I didn't want to stop there. I picked up my eyeshadow palette and sighed. "I want to try a shade that will accentuate your eyes, but with your fair skin, it's not going to be completely subtle."

He shrugged. "Let's see what it looks like."

I chose turquoise because his eyes were blue, but they had a little green in them as well. I brushed it lightly over his eyes and then turned him to look at himself in the mirror. "What do you think?"

He leaned forward and nodded. "It's really gay, but I think I like it."

I gave him a quick kiss before pulling out some lip gloss. "Good. I like it too. Since your lips are already a delightful shade of red, let's try nude lip gloss and see how she pops."

Of course it made him look even more kissable. I handed it to him and said, "Put it in your backpack and reapply if it wears off."

The only thing left was to style his hair. It was still too short to do anything fancy. Yesterday I'd given him cute little spikes, but his hair was a bit too long to hold them all day, so I used gel to give him a messy style that made it look like he had been wind tousled.

Then he perched elegantly on the bed and watched me get ready. It always amazed me how an act as simple as giving someone a new face brought out their inner diva. I was pleasantly surprised when he took the initiative to walk up behind me and hug me when I took my robe off. He was pressed against my naked backside.

"Thank you, Neto. I appreciate everything you're doing for me," he said.

I turned around and gave him a very light kiss on his lips, careful not to rub the gloss off. "Jackie-O, you are quickly becoming my favorite person in the whole world. Don't tell Johnny, though, or he will get jealous."

Of course no one could ever come between me and Johnny, but little Jackie was in a completely different category. Aside from a few blowjobs when we were both in high school, Johnny and I never played together. We were too much like brothers for anything serious, and he would never let me dress him and put makeup on him. It wasn't his style, and frankly he looked so good that cosmetics would only detract from his natural masculine beauty.

Once I was dressed, the two of us went out to the living room where Jackie insisted on waking Matty up so he could show him his new look. We had to wait another thirty minutes or so for Johnny and Alex before we could walk to campus. Fernando wanted Alex and I to keep an eye on Jackie, Matty, and Johnny. I smiled at that thought. The boys needed us to watch out for them. And even though Johnny was a couple inches taller than me, he was no fighter.

Matty

Before class, I'd asked Neto to dye my hair pink and he said that he would do it this weekend if I bought the dye. It wouldn't be any trouble to get Fernando to take me shopping Saturday morning. I didn't have calculus on Tuesdays and Thursdays so I didn't see Zack Bernstein today, and I had to admit that I missed him. I wasn't really attracted to him sexually (okay, I did find his nerdy humor a little attractive, but I had a boyfriend), but he was friendly and made me laugh. Still, I found myself looking at the other guys more now that I was admitting I was gay in public, at least in public at school.

It was kind of weird being guarded on campus all the time. And it was even weirder when one of Neto's friends, a heavyset guy Latino guy with a friendly face and surprisingly high pitched laugh, came by to pick me up after my Freshman Composition class and walk me to my Survey of Queer History class. I had Advanced Placement credit in US History, but I was a little surprised to find that it wasn't a required class, so it only counted as general education credits. But it was a prerequisite for Survey of Queer History, so I was able to knock out one of my requirements (Diversity and Equity credits) with a class that I was interested in. I planned to take History of Queer Cinema next semester to finish out the six credit requirement.

Freshman Composition was boring because I couldn't fit the honors section into my schedule and I had to take the basic course despite earning AP credits in English Literature. Apparently, no one was allowed to skip the basic comp course. However, my history class was awesome. I was the only freshman in the class, and it wasn't taught in a giant lecture hall, but in a smaller classroom that only held thirty five seats. My escort walked me to the door of the classroom and gave me a somewhat sweaty but very comfortable side hug before leaving to get to his own class.

Instead of taking the nearest seat up front like I usually did, I looked around until I spotted Jeremiah. I didn't know his last name, but he had that kind of voice Neto always described as "nelly", and he sat with his legs crossed over his upper leg instead of resting his ankle on his thigh like all the macho guys. Maybe I was wrong, but I assumed all the guys in this class were gay. Jeremiah was less intimidating to me, and he always seemed to know what he was talking about during discussions, so I decided to try and make friends.

He was a little taller than me, but just as thin, maybe even thinner. His hair was bleached platinum blond but his roots were really dark, almost black, like his eyebrows. His appearance could better be described as quirky, rather than attractive, but he was nothing compared to my `Nando. He was thin enough that his cheekbones stuck out on his face and he had a long, somewhat thin, nose.

We'd already met because there was a lot of small group discussion in this class, so we didn't need a full introduction. I leaned over and said, "Good morning, Jeremiah."

He looked over at me and gave a half smile. "Good morning to you, Matty. Did you want something?"

I looked over at his notebook and saw that he'd been writing a play of some kind. I did all my work on a computer, so it was strange to me to see handwritten dialogue covered with alterations and editing marks.

I shook my head and replied, "No. I just thought I would say hi."

"Usually you're quiet unless you're answering questions," he said.

I shrugged. "I'm trying to be more social now that I'm not in the closet anymore."

He gave a look and then almost barked with laughter. "Excuse me. Did you say you used to be in the closet?"

"What?" I asked. "Was I that obvious?"

He grinned at me and nodded. "You were never flamboyant, but you have a serious case of gay face."

I blushed and he put a hand on my arm. "It's not an insult. You're very cute even if you're not my type."

"Good," I said. Then I blushed and stammered. "I... um... I did... didn't mean good because I didn't like you. I meant that I already have a boyfriend, so I'm not looking for anyone right now."

He shook his head with a smile. "How old are you?"

"Eighteen but I turn nineteen next Monday," I replied.

"Wow. I thought you were younger. I'm only a year ahead of you. So... what's your boyfriend like?"

I sighed with a dreamy expression on my face. "He's older than me and a lot taller and stronger. He has dark hair, almost black with a little silver at his temples and in his mustache. Oh, and he's a cop."

"Ooh. You like daddies."

I nodded and whispered, "He's forty years old, but so fit that it's amazing."

He snapped his fingers in appreciation. "He sounds great, and you're just the type to land a guy like that. Unfortunately, I like jocks, the bigger and dumber they are the better, but... most of them are straight, or closeted or into other jocks. So... I'm stuck fantasizing and writing about a guy much luckier than me."

He tapped his notebook. "I'm writing a short Indie film about a skinny nerd who's in love with a football player and he thinks the guy is way out of his league. But the football player is in the closet and really falls for the main character while the guy's tutoring him so he doesn't lose his scholarship. It's cheesy, but I think the dialogue is clever."

"I'd like to read it sometime," I said.

He winked at me and said, "The script isn't ready yet, but you can read the story I based it on. Write down your email address and I'll share it with you."

We continued chatting until the teacher came in. She didn't allow side chatter in her class. Besides, Jeremiah and I were in the front row. I felt good because I was coming out of my shell and making new friends. I had Fernando to thank for that. He gave me courage. It didn't matter if people knew I was gay. I trusted him to protect me.

After class, I had a text from Alex. "Wait in the lobby. Jamal will meet you there."

I had no idea who Jamal was, but when a six foot six guy wearing basketball shorts and a Wildcat jersey came into the building holding a phone in one hand, I assumed it was him. He saw me when I started walking toward him. He put his phone away and said, "`Lex said you were tiny, but I thought he was pulling my leg. Let me get you safely to the Union where you can sit in a public place and wait for your friends."

He put an arm on my shoulder and we started walking. He didn't say much, and his hand never moved from my shoulder the entire way to the Student Union. He didn't let me go until he found a table in the middle of the food court and made sure that I sat down where everyone could see me.

Jackie

Ugh! Algebra was my least favorite class. Even worse, this was a basic algebra course so it didn't fulfill my math requirement. I was going to have to take two more semesters of College Algebra next year. The thing is that the class wasn't very hard; I just didn't like having to take an extra math class.

I usually sat in class trying to work the homework problems while the professor was lecturing. Everything in class was a review. Today was a different experience. The best looking guy in class was a light skinned Latino named Julian Gomez. (He pronounced it hoo-lee-AHN). He had long black hair that hung in waves down to his shoulders and the deepest brown eyes I'd ever seen. His eyelashes were almost ridiculously long and he always dressed in very short shorts and sleeveless tees in bright colors.

Today, he took a seat right next to me. I couldn't help but notice his smooth, hairless legs. They were unbelievably sexy. He probably wasn't a jock like me (Neto always teased me about it, but I was on the baseball team back in high school). His legs had muscle, like mine, but they were shapelier and slenderer. Even though they were less toned I found their softness hot somehow.

He looked over at me and smiled uncomfortably. "I hope you don't mind me sitting here. I didn't know for sure you were gay until I saw the way you were dressed."

"You only like to sit next to gay guys?" I asked with a wink.

He blushed and shook his head. "I don't mind straight guys, but I have a problem with guys who claim to be straight but spend all class harassing me."

He jerked his head toward the back corner where two big guys were joking around. When they saw me looking in their direction, they blew kisses at me. I put an arm around Julian's shoulders and whispered, "Maybe we homos need to stick together for protection."

He gave me a weak smile in return, like he was sad or something else was bothering him. I didn't pry. Today I was going to be a goddamn hero, like Neto. I glared at the two bullies before the professor came in and then Julian and I took notes. He seemed to be having more trouble with the class than I was, so he kept looking over at my notebook to see what I was writing. At one point, he wrote his phone number in my book along with his name. He put an accent mark over the last syllable of Julian. I remembered nothing from high school Spanish, so I had no idea what that meant.

I put his number in my phone and then texted him so he'd have mine. The professor didn't mind because this was a class where we used an app to answer questions in class. Everyone had their phones out.

Julian texted me, and it started a conversation.

"You get this stuff better than me. Can we get together after class to study? My roommate will be out."

I had a feeling he wanted more than a study session. Since I'd come to college I'd sucked a lot of dick (although only Josh, Troy, Freddy, and Neto so far) and I'd been fucked a few times (only Josh, Troy, and Neto this time), but Julian made me think I might want to try it the other way around. His butt was rounder than mine. It was like Matty's, although I mentally slapped myself for having perverted thoughts about my own cousin. I texted back.

"I'm being harassed by some guys on campus and I can't go anywhere without an escort."

"Are you a prisoner?"

"Nope. Just a homo who's afraid to get bashed when no one is looking."

"Can we make a time to study together, maybe in the Student Union or in the library?"

"I have to talk to my friends. They'll freak out if they don't know where I am."

There was a pause. Then he sent me the text I was expecting.

"You are very cute. I would like to get to know you better."

"You're cute too, Julian. I would like to get to know you better too."

"Talk to your friends. Maybe we can get together some time."

"Okay. I would like that."

We texted throughout the rest of class. Some of it was even about math. I liked this guy, and I wondered if Neto would like him too. He'd said that maybe we could both be with a guy some time. I wondered if Julian would like that. The idea of Neto fucking me while I fucked Julian sounded pretty fucking hot.

I had one more class on Tuesdays and Thursdays. No one said anything about my wardrobe or the makeup I was wearing. I kind of felt disappointed. What was the point of trying to look flamboyant if it didn't get a reaction? I'd arrived late because Neto insisted that I wait for him in the lobby of the math building, despite the fact that there was only one building between the two classes. But we were both in Chemistry East for our next class, although not for the same class. And after I waited for him to escort me to the Student Union.

Matty and I sat there, waiting for Neto to finish his last class. I did the math homework problems I didn't get to in class, and I was glad that Matty was there to answer any questions I had. Of course, Matty being Matty, he completed his own work for two classes while I was working on one. I loved him dearly. He was more like a brother than a cousin to me, but sometimes I was so jealous of him. In high school I felt sorry for him because of the way the other kids treated him, but now I looked at him and saw that he was smarter than me, cuter than me, and he seemed to know exactly what he wanted out of life. It didn't make me love him any less, but... he was so infuriatingly unaware of how lucky he was.

Matty

I liked helping Jackie out with his homework. I owed him so much for watching over me in high school. I couldn't have loved him more if we were brothers. But, sometimes, like actual siblings, he made me angry and then I felt guilty about it. He wasn't dumb, but he'd goofed off in high school so he didn't get scholarships. Luckily he'd qualified for enough student loans to cover his tuition. But when we got to college, he spent so much time partying that he was close to failing.

But I could get over that. The thing that really got to me was that everything came so easily to him. In high school, he'd been a jock, so he was in the cool crowd. I'd known that I was gay my whole life and had to hide it from everyone. Jackie discovered it this year and he was already more out than I was. He was strutting around looking fabulous a week after coming out to me and my friends. I'd struggled with finding my own way to express my sexuality, and now Jackie was just accepting it and moving on like it was nothing.

Alex

I had time before my practice, so I went to the swimming pool to check up on Johnny. I was a little early and I was sitting on the bench in front of the building waiting for him. My heart surged in my chest when I saw him walking my way. But then I got a little angry because he was alone.

He gave me a smile and dropped his bag on the ground next to me. Then he sat on my lap. Since there was no back on the bench, his legs were hanging on the opposite side from mine. With both of us sitting and Johnny on top of my thighs, he wasn't a lot shorter than me. As angry as I was that he wasn't following through on his promise to stay safe, I kissed him. I began with a few gentle kisses but moved quickly to more urgent and passionate kisses. I wanted to slip my hand down the back of his pants to tease his hole, but people were always snapping pictures of us making out on campus; probably because we made out on campus a lot. I grabbed his sexy ass instead, keeping my hands over his jeans. That picture wouldn't get us arrested.

"Mm, I could kiss you all day, Alex, but I need to go change," he mumbled.

I stood up without letting him go, making him hold tight to keep from falling. His arms were tight around my neck and his legs were around my waist. Marcos, one of Johnny's teammates, came running up, laughing. He grabbed Johnny's bag and said, "I've got the gym bag, if you've got Johnny."

Marco was a pretty good looking guy. I had to remind myself of that. It was unfair comparing him to my boyfriend. I almost hit my head going through the door because I couldn't duck down easily while carrying him. Once we got inside the building, someone gave a wolf whistle, probably another member of the swim team. Johnny kissed me again and said, "Okay. You can stop carrying me like this now. It's getting people excited."

I swung him around so that I was carrying him in my arms like a princess. "Okay, I'll carry you this way."

Marcos ran ahead to open the door for me so I could carry Johnny to his locker. The team was still enjoying my antics, but I knew they wouldn't if I took it too far. This was their locker room and they wouldn't want me getting too intimate in there. They never questioned me coming in when they were changing, and I didn't want to make them uncomfortable enough to tell me to stay out. So I set him down and gave him a very chaste hug.

"I'm going to go wait in the stands and let you get suited up," I said. Then I leaned in and whispered, "I'll see almost all of you soon."

I went to the stands and waited. I wouldn't be able to watch the entire practice before I had to go to the basketball court, but I wanted to watch for a little while. There were more than a few observers, and I was sure that most of them were just here to ogle the team in their speedos. I didn't blame them. I did hope that the guy with the high tech camera and the zoom lens was some sort of official photographer.

When the team came out, there was scattered applause. Johnny's dick looked really big in that speedo. Although smaller than my monster, he was six inches soft, but he was a shower, not a grower. And he was the only guy I knew who was still gorgeous with tight goggles on his face and his hair hidden under two caps. I know that's weird but Johnny had explained to me that the second cap held the goggles on.

I hadn't had a chance to talk to Johnny alone. There had been people around the whole time, so I waited for a while then walked out to the pool deck to talk to him. Spectators weren't allowed out there, but the coach was a basketball fan and he never said anything to me about it. I pulled him aside and said, "You're doing a great job today. Great form and good time."

He gave me a questioning look. "Thanks... but?"

I didn't want to upset him. I sighed and then said, "You didn't follow through with your promise, Johnny. You were all alone walking over here."

He gave me that million dollar smile of his. "It was wide open space. No one could attack me in full view of everyone."

"Okay. Maybe. But you need to walk by some narrow walkways between buildings to get to the basketball court. And it will be later in the afternoon. Campus starts getting empty that late." I was pleading with him with my eyes.

He gave me a smile. "Okay, I promise this time. I'll make Marcos walk with me. He'll want to catch the last of your practice anyway. He's always telling me how handsome you are."

I gave him a quick kiss and then headed out.

Neto

After walking back to the house, Matty begged me to take him and Jackie back to Fernando's apartment because he wanted to surprise his husband and cook dinner for him. He didn't say husband of course, but he was so excited to be the perfect domestic goddess that he may as well have. Fernando told me about the last time Matty had cooked, so I assumed there would be a mess involved. Tio Nando was such a neat freak, I was curious to see how he dealt with a messy boy like Matty.

When we got there, Matty looked up the recipe he wanted on his phone and started gathering ingredients. Meanwhile, Jackie sat at the table with him and worked on his science homework, occasionally asking Matty for help. They were cute together and they looked like brothers. They kind of acted like it, too; the way they would finish each other's sentences or instinctively respond to the other's needs. They were clearly good for each other and it made this knight in shining gayness very happy to know I had a hand in bringing them back together. I was contentedly lounging in the recliner watching them while I checked my social media.

I was impressed with Matty. Not with his cooking. Lord knows he was making enough of a mess just grating cheese. I was impressed with the fact that Jackie never asked him a question he couldn't answer. The boy was cute and smart.

I made sure to text Alex and Johnny to let them know where we were. Then I texted Nando to tell him to come straight home because we were at his apartment. I didn't mention dinner – or the mess. I just said that Matty needed some of his materials to help Jackie with his homework.

Before long, I realized what Matty was making. He'd found a recipe for macaroni and cheese with green chilis in it and he was making the sauce. He'd burned the flour and butter the first time, but then he'd done some research online. He'd kept talking to himself. "Okay. Not a problem. It says to keep the temperature on medium low and to stir it constantly."

His second attempt was more successful. He'd seemed proud of himself. I was just waiting for Nando to come home and see his reaction to Matty having burned his medium saucepan. He'd let the macaroni boil over the stove because he forgot to turn it down. I'd asked if he'd needed help and he'd said he wanted to do it, so I was trying not to jump in and save Matty from himself.

Whatever recipe he had found looked good. The sauce had cheddar and green chili, and the topping was a mixture of bread crumbs and queso anejo, kind of like a Mexican version of parmesan. I got a text telling me that Nando was on his way home. I told Matty and asked him if he needed help cleaning up.

He shook his head and said, "No. Don't worry about it. I'll take care of it later."

He was cutting cucumbers and tomatoes to serve with the pasta. I winced every time he almost cut himself. I went to the bathroom and made sure I knew exactly where the first aid kit was. I was sure I was going to have to bandage him up before dinner was done, but I was wrong. The boy must have been more lucky than skilled because he survived the experience unscathed.

Since Nando didn't buy salad dressing, Matty even made his own vinaigrette. What he lacked in cooking skill he made up for with google skill. He made twice as much vinaigrette as he needed, but he did a good job.

I told Matty to go get cleaned up for his boyfriend while Jackie and I set the table. I took pity on Matty and scrubbed the pan he'd burnt while he was in the shower. Nando would still freak out over the mess, but the pan survived unscathed and he'd never have to know about it.

Matty was so desperate to be domestic I thought I was going to be sick. When Nando arrived, Matty actually met him just inside the door with a cold beer. He was all smiles and it was obvious he had Nando wrapped around his finger.

Nando kissed him and said, "To what do I owe this wonderful greeting, chico?"

Matty proudly said, "I made dinner! It's ready. Come on to the table."

Nando kept one arm around him and kissed him the entire way to the table. I kept my eye on him, waiting for the moment when he saw the mess. I'll give him credit. He didn't yell or lose his cool. He hugged Matty tight to his chest and breathed deeply. I could see that he was calming himself, but to Matty it just seemed like he was inhaling his scent.

"I love you, querido," Nando said. "You have no idea how much I love you right now."

Matty gazed up at him with adoration, "I love you too, Fernando."

Jackie and I were still in the living room, watching them. He leaned over to me and whispered, "Nando seems a little upset."

I kissed his neck and whispered back to him, "Nando is a bit of a control freak. It does him good to have to deal with Matty's mess."

"Should we tell Matty to be neater in the future?"

I chuckled. "Oh hell, no. If Nando doesn't say anything, it's none of our business. He's actually handling this way better than I thought he would. I guess he's even more in love with your cousin than I thought he was."

Matty put the pan of macaroni and cheese down on the table and put the bottle of Cholula hot sauce next to Nando. Then he called over to us. "Come on guys. Join us. I don't think I'm that bad a cook."

We joined them at the table. Dinner was simple, but Matty had done a good job. Everything tasted great.

Jackie

I was proud of Matty. He'd never cooked anything more complicated than ramen, at least not that I knew of. And after Neto explained it to me, I could see how much Nando adored him. He was clearly upset over the mess, but he said nothing. Nando just praised the cooking and told Matty how lucky he was to have him. I didn't think I'd ever seen a man be so tender with his lover. My dad had never been like that with my mom before she left us. Matty's dad was better, but he was nothing like Fernando.

We all laughed and joked and talked about nothing important. This simple dinner together was almost perfect. And I didn't think anything could ruin it.

Then I got a text notification. I glanced down and noticed it was from Dad. My face fell and my eyes grew wide.

"What is it, girlfriend?" Neto asked.

I held out my phone. The message read, "I checked on my phone. I know you're somewhere in the apartment complex. Come back to your apartment right now."

And a video had begun playing. It was me, Josh, and Troy. Of course, only I was visible. I swallowed hard and said, "My life is over."

Nando took my phone and watched for a few seconds. Then he handed it back. "How bad is he going to take it?"

I put my head down on the table and said, "He's going to kill me."

Neto wrapped an arm around my shoulder. "I'm going with you. You don't have to be afraid."

Matty held up his phone. "He wants me over there too."

Fernando sighed, "We'll all go."

Then he walked over and locked his gun in his safe. "I'm not taking this with me, but I am going to take my badge."

He was still in uniform, so that made sense. I was glad he wasn't taking his gun. My dad could be pretty hot headed and I didn't want Nando to have to shoot him. I didn't want any violence at all. On some level, I'd known that this moment was coming. Whenever my dad found out he was going to blow up, but I'd imagined a completely different kind of conversation.

Neto kissed me and said, "No matter what happens, I will be there for you."

I buried my face in his broad chest and just breathed while he held me. "Thank you. That means so much to me."

Fernando, Neto, Matty and I walked across the center of the complex, around the pool, up to the apartment my dad rented for us. My heart was pounding in my chest and I had trouble breathing. I rubbed my sweaty palms on my shorts before reaching out with trembling hands to open the door. Dad was inside, sitting at the table tapping his knuckles with an angry look on his face. His expression did not improve one bit when he saw that Matty and I weren't alone.

He stood up and yelled, "I need to see you two ALONE!"

He didn't calm down but he seemed to be taken aback when he noticed Nando's police uniform. "Sorry, officer, but I need to speak with my son and nephew in private."

Nando shook his head. "Your son wants me to be here. I'm a friend of his."

Dad glared at Nando, but didn't say anything, at least not to him. He scowled at me and said, "What the hell is wrong with you? I get this disgusting video and then I come here and see you dressed like some kind faggot whore! And is that makeup on your face?"

He jumped up and yelled, "NO SON OF MINE IS GOING TO BE A FILTHY FAGGOT! PACK YOUR BAGS BECAUSE YOU'RE COMING HOME!"

He turned to glare at Matty. "AND YOU'RE COMING TOO! YOU MAY BE A FAGGOT JUST LIKE YOUR DADDY, BUT I'LL BE DAMNED IF I'M GOING TO LET MY SISTER LOSE YOU TO THAT LIFESTYLE LIKE SHE LOST HER HUSBAND!"

Nando stepped in front of us and said, "No. Neither of these boys is going home with you, not now and not until I'm sure they're safe being around you. Now calm..."

Dad lunged at him and took a swing. I was afraid that Nando was going to beat the crap out of him, but instead he grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back. Then he wrapped his other arm around his neck and put him in a combination hold.

"I said for you to calm down. These boys are adults and they aren't going anywhere with you. And your hateful intolerance isn't going to help the situation at all."

Dad kept struggling but he couldn't get out of Fernando's grasp. I didn't know what I wanted. I just wanted the whole situation to go away. "Um... Dad... I was planning on calling you, but I was afraid."

"You should be ashamed! You're disgusting Jimmy! Disgusting! I won't have it in my house, and I won't pay for any apartment so you can... fag out in it!" he yelled.

Nando said, "I'm going to let you go now. You have two options. You can't sit down and have a talk with your son and your nephew or you can leave quietly. But if you intend to keep screaming, I'm going to arrest you for making a public disturbance. And if you try to touch one of these boys, I'm going to arrest you for assault. And if you touch me, I'm going to arrest you for assaulting a police officer. Do you understand me, Mr. Koenig?"

"Yes! Damn you, I understand," he grumbled.

Nando let him go and Neto pulled me back, one arm wrapped around me protectively. A moment later, he reached out and pulled Matty into his other arm. Dad got up and shot us a look of utter contempt. "If you don't come back with me now, neither of you can come back home ever again."

I looked at Matty and he looked back at me. He whispered, "I'm not going back."

Then I looked at dad and said, "I'm not going home and neither is Matty."

He glared again. "Are you sure? Because if I leave this apartment without you, I'm going to talk to the manager and pay the penalty for breaking the lease. You won't have anywhere to live."

Neto gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Jackie here can stay with me at my house, and Matty basically lives with his boyfriend already."

Dad grabbed his hat and stormed out, pausing only long enough to say, "I hope you're happy choosing this PERVERTED lifestyle over your FAMILY."

When he left, I started crying. I couldn't hold it in. Matty was crying too. I didn't want to hurt Neto's feelings, but I needed my cousin now. The two of us started hugging and crying. Neto led us over to the couch and sat us down. Then he and Fernando went into the bedroom and packed up the rest of our clothes. We didn't have much, so they put everything in piles for us. Then they each carried a load over to Fernando's apartment and we followed them.

Once we were safe inside, Fernando gave us both a hug and led us into the bedroom. "You boys sit in here and take care of one another. Neto and I will move the rest of your stuff.

Matty and I sat huddled on the bed, our backs against the headboard. We weren't really talking, just holding onto one another, and occasionally breaking out in sobs.

Fernando

When Neto and I finished moving what little possessions the boys had, we went to check on them. They were sound asleep, still in their clothes, still holding onto one another. I closed the door and said, "Looks like I have to clean up Matty's mess tonight."

Neto nodded. "I'll help."

While we were working, he looked over at me and said, "That was brutal. When I see stuff like that, I'm reminded of what a good dad you are to all your kids... and what an amazing second dad you have been to me."

Neto's voice was grimmer and more determined than I'd heard him in a long time. "That's not a father. Fathers support their kids. You have no idea how hard it was for me not to break that asshole's arm."

We cleaned the kitchen in silence. If I met Jackie's dad sometime when the boys weren't with me, I'd have a hard time not kicking his ass. I chuckled and Nando asked, "What's up?"

I told him what I'd been thinking and he laughed as well. "You're more like me than both of my sons, but I don't think either of them would be happy with us if we followed through on that instinct."

We went to check on the boys and they were still asleep. We pulled them down onto the bed so they weren't half sitting up, then we pulled their shorts off, leaving them in undies and tee shirts. Neto said, "Maybe I should go home and let Jackie spend the night."

I shrugged. "If you want, you can stay here. My bed's a king size and those boys are small. We can keep them in the middle and sleep on the outside."

Neto sighed dramatically. "I guess I can wear clothes to bed for once."

"Me too," I said.

I texted Alex and Johnny to tell them that Jackie and Neto were spending the night, then Neto and I got ready for bed. We both wore briefs, mine were white and Neto's were a glaring shade of chartreuse. He shivered a little and said, "You keep this apartment kind of cold, you know."

I shrugged. "I turned it down once Matty started staying over. If the bedroom's cold, he stays snuggled up against me all night."

"You're a wicked genius, Nando," he replied.

Then we climbed into bed next to our boys. They cuddled close to us without even waking up.