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My other works in the Nifty Archive include Unusual Christmas and Nick's Adventures, both in bisexual/high school, First Mate and Twin Spin in gay/incest, The Dancer and Call-Boy Journal in gay/encounters, and From Slave to Houseboy in gay/authoritarian.
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My First Year With Kevin
Chapter 6
Once we were back in New Orleans, Kevin became my tour guide. He took me all over the city by both day and night, and I discovered why it's such a favorite place for people all over the world. We talked to our dads almost every day, but we didn't let on that we were lovers.
Kevin talked a lot about getting a tattoo, and he wanted me to try a nipple ring, as well. I resisted for a few days, but it was pretty obvious he wanted me to get one. Finally, I gave in, and we went down to the tattoo shop in the quarter Brian had told us about. First, I got my nipple pierced. Kevin had assured me it wouldn't hurt, and he was right. He picked out new jewelry for both of us, so my ring and his were identical. I liked that. I got an erection when the guy was fooling with my nipple getting ready to pierce it, and Kevin laughed at me. Oh, well.
We spent a long time looking at the designs of tattoos the man had in the shop. Kevin wanted a primitive Celtic decoration on his left bicep, and, of course, there were many designs of that type to choose from. He actually settled for something that was a combination of two different designs, and the color was all black. It was smaller than I though he would want it to be, and it was high enough that a regular short sleeve tee shirt covered it. That surprised me, too. When it was finally done, I had to admit I liked it. In fact, the more I saw of it in the days that followed, the more seriously I considered getting one of my own. I didn't, though. That was his thing, not mine.
Finally, the time came for us to leave for Greece. Our dads called us the night before to wish us bon voyage, and both of us were so excited that we had a hard time sleeping. Our flight was at ten in the morning, but we were both up by six, packed and ready to go.
The trip was unbelievable. Kevin and I spent three days sightseeing in Athens and vicinity, then we went to the resort island that would be our home for ten days. It was a place for gay men from all over the world, and we spent almost all of our time buck naked. We went to restaurants naked, shows naked, nightclubs naked, shops naked, everywhere naked. Kevin was a real head-turner, of course, as he usually is, and one very wealthy Canadian couple sort of adopted us as their sons. I knew it was Kevin they lusted after, and both of them commented several times on his tattoo and our nipple rings. Both men were in their mid-forties, and they had a huge boat that they took us out on several times. One night aboard the boat all of us had had more to drink than we should have. One thing led to another, and we all had sex with one another. Apart from that, though, Kevin and I were monogamous for the duration of the trip.
When we returned to New Orleans, the dads called and said they wanted us to come to Houston. The news there was very good, and they wanted to take a couple of days off to see us. We rested up a day and took off for Texas.
Harriett met us at the airport and rented a car for us. We followed her back to the hotel, which was really quite a swanky place. They had already booked a room for us, so we just went right up. It was the nicest hotel room I had ever seen, but it only had one king-size bed.
"You think Denis and Frank knew this room only had one bed," I asked Kevin.
"I guess so. Anyway, I want them to know about us, and this trip is as good a time as any to tell them."
My stomach did an ugly flip.
"You think that's a good idea," I asked.
"Why not? If they don't understand, who the fuck ever will?"
I saw his point, of course, but it still made me nervous as hell to think about it. My anxiety was pointless, though, as it turned out.
We met the dads for a drink at five o'clock in the hotel bar. After hugs and handshakes, we settled down at a table. Frank and Denis both smoked, and they lit up almost immediately. Kevin took out his pack and lit up, too, and neither dad blinked. He offered the pack to me.
"Denis, did you know he smokes," Kevin asked.
"No, I didn't. But there's a lot about him I don't know," Denis said.
I accepted a cigarette and light from Kevin.
Then Kevin showed them his tattoo. He was quick to explain that it was dye and not the permanent kind, but they really didn't react negatively in any way. In fact, they both seemed to admire it. Kevin forced me to raise my shirt to show them my nipple ring, and he raised his to show them his new one. Again, they accepted that with equanimity.
When all the showing was done, Kevin burst out with, "Another thing you guys need to know is that we're lovers." I thought every person in that bar must surely have heard Kevin when he said that. This was more than I could handle, I thought. I don't know what I expected, but the reaction couldn't have been more pleasant.
Without saying a word, Frank took a hundred dollar bill out of his wallet and gave it to Denis. Then they both grinned at each other and then at us.
"So are we," Frank said.
We all laughed.
Frank leaned over and kissed Denis on the lips. It was a chaste kiss, but still not what you would expect two high-powered lawyers to do in a bar in the nicest hotel in Houston, Texas.
Not to be outdone by his dad, Kevin leaned forward and kissed me. He was a little more passionate about it, though. My face must have been as red as the pack of Marlboros that was on the table.
Once again, we all laughed. "So what was the money thing all about," Kevin asked. "It was just a little bet we had," Frank said. "Well, that was pretty fucking obvious," Kevin said. I cringed when he said "fucking," but neither dad so much as flinched.
"I bet Frank that you'd spill the beans within a half hour of our getting together. He thought it would take you till after dinner, at least. So I won."
"You guys knew about us," Kevin asked. I was still so stunned by what was happening I couldn't have told an arresting officer my name, much less have contributed to the conversation.
"We didn't know for sure, but we had really strong suspicions," Frank said. "I mean, we've known about you and Dave for several years. And the girls, too, of course. We knew Matt was gay, and we knew you had a taste for sex with men. So, we put two and two together, and . . . ."
"And you got us a room with one bed," Kevin said.
"Exactly," Denis responded. "Your father doesn't know you as well as he thinks he does, though, apparently. He thought you'd tell us, but he was sure you'd have a drink or two before you did it. I knew better."
"Look, boys, you know our rules. What Denis and I do privately is our private business, and what the two of you do privately is your private business."
"We know," Kevin said. "That little kiss a few minutes ago was the first time I've ever seen you guys do anything like that."
"Did we embarrass you," Denis asked.
"Shit, no. You gave me a hard-on." Kevin, apparently, said anything to them.
They both laughed like that was the funniest thing they'd ever heard.
"Well, let's change the fucking subject, then. No pun intended," Kevin said. They laughed with even greater glee.
We talked about what we had been doing since my arrival, about our trip to Greece, about my new car, and about their court case. They were very near a settlement, they thought, and the firm would clear close to thirty million dollars on the deal. In fact, when we met them for lunch the next day, the deal was done, and they had settled. That night, though, we just enjoyed their company and a wonderful meal at a world-class steakhouse.
"What do you think Edward would think of this place," Frank asked.
"He'd hate it," Kevin said.
"I agree, Kev. He hates everything about Houston, anyway. You know he'd hate this place," Denis said. I was really beginning to like him, for some odd reason. Denis, that is. My father.
"Who's Edward," I asked.
"He's our waiter at Antoine's," Frank said. Then he explained the tradition. Regular patrons of that famous establishment had their own personal waiter, and he did everything in his power to see that their needs were met with perfection. He knew what you liked to drink before dinner, what your favorite dishes were, what brand of cigarettes you smoked. Everything. His father had been Frank's parents' waiter, and Edward, and eventually his son, would be our waiter, too. That kind of stuff was too weird for me to fully appreciate, but it was part of the New Orleans culture I was getting used to.
Our dinner lasted a long time. Then we went to a bar in the hotel and had a few drinks. Frank and Denis treated Kevin like he was a grown-up, and they treated me that way, too. That, too, was New Orleans.
The next morning, Kevin and I hung out at the hotel pool after breakfast, heard their good news at lunch, and, with them, went to an Astros game that night. The three of them really enjoyed the game, but I found it rather dull. Frank and Denis apologized to us for not being able to spend the next day with us, but they would be tied up in the final negotiations and paper-signing on their case. Kevin and I drove around Houston, taking in what few sights the city afforded. We flew back to New Orleans Monday morning, and Frank and Denis returned home Wednesday night.
Once Frank and Denis were back home, and Kevin and I were through with our summer travel, things settled into a comfortable routine. Kevin and I would sleep until nine or ten, eat breakfast, and waste the rest of the day. We did a little more sightseeing, but we had covered most of the big attractions New Orleans offered. It was then a matter of going back to favorite places to see them again and discovering new places that even Kevin hadn't known about.
Kevin was an avid exercise enthusiast, and he persuaded me to join the gym he belonged to. It was a male-only establishment, although it was by no means for gays only. We went there three or four times a week to work out and to swim in the nude in their indoor swimming pool. We'd use the steam room and sauna, and, about once a week, we'd get massages. I had never had one before, and the first time I got a boner. Kevin and the massage therapist laughed at me, and that was more humiliating than getting the hard-on. Finally, they explained that almost every guy does that the first few times, and I felt a little more at ease. After a few weeks, I noticed I was actually gaining some muscle.
Frank and Denis were wonderfully kind and considerate of one another and of us. They spent as much time with us as they could, and they never hinted at any kind of judgment they made about our relationship. It was truly an idyllic summer for me, and it was truly the beginning of my new life with Kevin.