Rob

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The story contains graphic descriptions of sex between men, and anyone who is forbidden by law to read such material must exit the story now. The characters have unprotected sex, as characters safely can in fiction. Reality, obviously, is another matter entirely.

This story is being posted to the Nifty Archive for the enjoyment of its readers. It may not be posted or distributed by any other medium without the written permission of the author.

Other works by the author in the Nifty Archive include "Unusual Christmas" and the series Nick's Adventures, both in bisexual/high school; "First Mate" and "Twin Spin, Parts 1 and 2" in gay/incest; The Dancer and Call-Boy Journal in gay/encounters; "My First Year with Kevin" in gay/high school; and "From Slave to Houseboy" in gay/authoritarian.

E-mail comments are always welcome. Rob

Chapter 5

The next two weeks were a whirl of activity for me. I had finished up at my old firm, but they called me on three occasions and asked if I would come to meetings that dealt with projects I had been involved in. The dissolution of partnership agreement we had worked out called for them to pay me a substantial sum of money every year for the next ten years, so it was really in my own best interest to see that things went well and they continued to make money. The legal work on that dissolution agreement had taken months, but I walked away from the organization I had created confident it was in good hands and with fair compensation for everything I had done to make it what it was.

During the only weekend I was away from New Orleans, I drove up to Philadelphia to see my parents. I hadn't seen them since Ted's funeral, and I figured it would be quite a while until I'd be back in that part of the country.

My parents found out I was gay when I was twenty, and they had always treated Ted, and any of my other lovers of much briefer duration, as their son. My parents were in their mid-sixties and as full of life as they had ever been. My dad and I spent private time together so we could talk.

"Do you still miss Ted," he asked compassionately.

"Dad, would you miss Mom after six months?"

"I'm sorry, Dan, that was a most insensitive question. I'm ashamed of myself for even asking it."

"Oh, please don't be," I said. "But, yes, I miss him terribly."

"Time heals, though, son, and maybe there will be someone in New Orleans you can learn to love."

"What would you say if I told you there very well may already be someone like that?"

"I'd open a bottle of champagne and toast your good fortune," he said. He was genuinely excited for me.

"Well, let's save the celebration for a while. But I met a man--a boy, really--when I was there last weekend, and, Dad, if there is such a thing as love at first sight, it happened to me."

"It was love at first sight for me with your mother," Dad said. "Son, I'm so happy for you I could cry. Tell me about him."

I told my dad all about Rob. I grew more animated as my description progressed, and I guess my demeanor communicated more about my feelings than my words did.

"Is the sex good, Dan," he asked.

"Dad!"

"What? Have I overstepped my bounds? You realize I know gay men have sex, don't you?"

I laughed. He had never mentioned my sex life before, and I suppose my reaction was more one of surprise than anything.

"Yes, Dad, the sex is good," I said quietly.

"I don't want a blow-by-blow description, if you'll pardon the pun, but I'm glad to hear that."

When he said that blow-by-blow line, I roared with laughter, and he did, too. He was cute, and we both knew it.

When the laughter died down he said in the most serious tone I'd ever heard him use, "I know what that can be like."

"What? Sex? Dad, I didn't realize you and Mom had sex." I expected him to laugh, but he didn't.

"I'm talking about sex with a man," he said quietly. "I've never mentioned this to more than a handful of people, but I was in love with a boy like you describe when I was in college. That was before I met your mother, of course."

I was stunned. It had never occurred to me that my own father had tasted gay love. "I, er..."

"You don't have to say anything, and I'm sorry if I shocked you," he said. "I've never touched another man since then, and your mother and I have had a wonderful marriage, in every department. But I just wanted you to know I understand."

I never smoke around my parents out of respect for them, but I reached for my cigarettes and lighter that were in my trouser pockets and lit up. When I realized what I had done, I quickly looked for a place to put it out.

"For Christ's sake, Dan, I've known you smoke since you were fifteen. Don't put it out. In fact, let me have one of those."

Stunned once again, I handed him my pack. He deftly lit up and inhaled deeply.

"There's an ashtray in the top drawer of my desk. Get it for us, will you," he asked. "I've been a closet smoker all my life. Your mother knows I smoke, and she simply ignores the fact. We never discuss it."

After a few moments of silence, he continued, "You're wondering how many other closets I'm in, aren't you?"

I laughed until tears came to my eyes. He laughed with me.

"Well, there aren't any more," he said. And we both laughed again.

I had been calling Rob every night under the pretense of checking on my apartment, and, when I told him about that afternoon on my first night back in Charlotte, he laughed so hard he choked on his saliva.

Those phone calls were like oases in the desert of the two weeks I was away from him. I sold my car, made arrangements to sell my furniture, closed my bank accounts, and took care of a million other details one must attend to when one closes out life in one city and is reborn in another. I hated giving up my car, but I certainly had no intention of driving to New Orleans by myself. I rented a car for the last couple of days I was in Charlotte, and, when I turned it in at the airport, I felt a huge weight rise from my shoulders. I liked Charlotte and had been very happy there until Ted died. Now that city meant nothing to me, and turning in that car was a symbolic gesture that meant I was free to leave.

Rob met me at the New Orleans airport when I arrived at 5:30 Friday afternoon. He had gotten off early to do so. I had wanted to take a taxi, but he insisted. When I saw him in the waiting area, my eyes brimmed over with tears of joy. He was positively radiant, and his grin was so large it could almost be described as profound. We embraced unashamedly when we got together, and I knew I was where I belonged.

"Did you miss me? Did you miss me?" He was like a little kid, and I loved it.

"Not really," I said.

"Asshole." He punched me affectionately and then hugged me again.

"Rob, the word 'miss' simply can't describe how I felt," I said. "I thought of you almost every waking moment I was gone."

"I know. I have that effect on people. They can't help themselves," he said with an impish grin. "Come on, let's get your shit and get out of here."

We got my "shit" and drove downtown during the worst traffic hour of the week. It took us a full hour to get to our apartment building, and we spent another fifteen minutes finding a place to park. Luckily, though, Rob spotted a person from another house on the street leaving his door, and we followed him and got his parking place right in front of our entrance.

Rob and I got my things into the gate. I had shipped my books, most of my clothes, and everything else I was moving from Charlotte, so my bags were few and relatively light. I knew I would have to stay with Rob for a few days until my apartment was ready, and that was an inconvenience I had been eagerly looking forward to.

He locked the gate from the inside, and we carried my stuff up to his place. He opened the door, and we immediately took everything up to his bedroom loft. When we got up there, he put everything into his closet and then turned to face me.

"Can I show you something," he asked in a rather serious tone.

"Sure. What?"

"Just how much I missed you."

"What are you talking about," I asked.

With that he dropped his pants and his enormous erection leapt out.

"This is how much I missed you," he said with a grin.

We fought our clothes as we ripped them off ourselves. In seconds, we were in bed, kissing, hugging, and rubbing against one another. His hands and tongue were everywhere at once, and I surrendered to his loving with complete abandon. Rob was always an enthusiastic lover, but that night he was beyond enthusiasm. In fact, he was almost beyond passion and into a strange new realm I had never visited before.

Our foreplay was wrestler-like. My whole body ached to have him in me, to be one with me.

"Fuck me, Rob. I want you in me now and forever."

He was eager to fulfill my request. He got me on my back and, with marksman-like aim, dropped a huge load of saliva directly onto my asshole. He caressed it tenderly, the way a mother would caress a child, and then deposited another huge glob of saliva on the head of his penis. He mixed it with his copious precum, and inserted his whole member into me in one smooth thrust.

"Oh, God, that feels good," I said hoarsely.

"Man, I've wanted to be right there every minute of every day you were gone," Rob replied. "I haven't touched myself since you left. I wanted to save all of me for you."

I was genuinely touched by what he said. I, of course, couldn't reply "me, too" because I had consoled myself daily with long masturbatory fantasies about him. I said nothing and let him take me to paradise.

For a young man not to orgasm for almost two weeks is quite a feat, and I fully expected Rob to deposit his seed in me quickly. Such was not the case, though. Our love session lasted a long time. When I was very close to climax, he said,

"I'm gonna come, but don't stop fucking, okay?"

"Okay," I managed to gasp.

In the next instant, come he did. I felt the spasm of his penis deep inside me, and I knew I would come as well. But I didn't. He slowed to a stop and pulled back just enough to take pressure off my prostate. When I was back in control, he started thrusting into me again. In ten minutes we were both near climax, and he repeated exactly his maneuver of before. Again, my orgasm was halted when I was right on the brink.

"Let's come together this time," he said.

"You're in control of my body, Rob. You make it happen."

Oh, and did he ever! After another ten minutes we were both nearing the brink. I felt the now-familiar enlargement of his penis within me and saw the look of ecstasy on his face. Without a word of warning, he began to spasm, and instantly I began an orgasm that truly affected every cell in my body. The sweet, the delicious pain-pleasure of every muscle tightening to capacity and then all that energy releasing itself through my penis was overwhelming. My semen literally splashed against my chest, and I deposited spurt after spurt onto myself with a surge of pleasure each time. Once his own spasms subsided, he leaned over me and kissed me deeply

"God, I love this," he said.

It was as though he had literally sucked the words out of my mouth.

"Oh, Rob. I can't tell you how much I love you," I said.

With that, he lay his head next to mine and began crying.

"What's the matter," I asked, genuinely alarmed

"I'm so happy," he said. "You make me so fucking happy."

I wrapped my arms around him and joined him in his tears.

After we showered and dressed, Rob asked if I wanted to see my apartment. I did, of course, but, more than that, I just wanted to be with him. He made us drinks, and we walked next door. He gave me the key I had left with him, and I opened the door of my new home for the first time. When I turned on the lights, my chin hit the floor. It was even more spectacular than I had imagined it would be.

I turned to him, and he was beaming.

"Oh, Rob. This is unbelievable," I said.

He continued grinning.

"I know," he said. "My mother would kill for this place. Jeff and Matt have been in here three or four times every day. Everybody who's seen it has been stunned by it."

I walked from spot to spot, taking in every detail. I opened the study door and was amazed. I checked the bathroom in the hall and found it incredible. Then I opened the door to my bedroom. Bob Sirois, the decorator, had been rather vague about his plans for that room, saying he wanted to surprise me. Now I saw why. It was utterly perfect. I walked to the large closet that had impressed me earlier, and it was actually decorated, too. Then I went to what I had assumed was another closet and opened the door. To my complete and total amazement, it wasn't a closet at all. It was a door into Rob's apartment.

"What is . . ."

"If you don't like it, they can nail it back shut," he said before I could complete my thought.

"Nail it shut? I'd sooner they nail me to the floor. I had no idea this was a door to your apartment."

"This used to be one big house, you know, before they divided it into apartments. This was just a door into a large sitting room that is now my apartment. I knew it was here because there's a door in my place that I couldn't open. Jeff asked me if I thought you'd want it to function, and I said yes. I hope I did the right thing."

"You wonderful, glorious, fabulous boy. Of course you did the right thing. Of course you did." I hugged him tight.

"I'm glad you like it," he said.

"Rob, I love it."

"Well, as you can see, it's ready for you to move in."

I thought for a moment and then said, "Not tonight. Moving day is Monday."

He grinned.

We went back to his place and finished our drinks. Then we had seconds. He brought out a beautiful array of cheeses and crackers for us to nibble on. I wasn't at all hungry, but Rob ate heartily.

"You did a nice job with this tray," I said.

"Yeah, right. I'm great at pointing to pictures in a deli catalogue and saying I want it delivered Friday."

I laughed.

"Dad, there are some things I'm good at . . ."

"And some things you are spectacular at," I interrupted to say.

We both laughed.

". . .but making shit like this ain't one of 'em."

We were quiet for a moment as I let my eyes wash over him as he ate. Then I said,

"Our love-making tonight was unbelievable. I can't imagine anything better."

"Aw, shucks, Dad. I'm just a horny twenty-two-year-old."

"Seriously, Rob, how do you do it? I've read about men who can have multiple orgasms, but I had always assumed that was propaganda. You actually can, can't you?"

"Yeah," he said matter-of-factly.

"How do you do it? How does it happen?"

"I don't know. I just do. Tonight I didn't shoot cum on the first two. Just the third time when you made such a pig of yourself."

We both laughed.

"You didn't shoot? Did you do that on purpose?"

"Sure. I had saved up almost two whole weeks. I wanted to wait till the end."

"That's amazing. And you have no idea how you do it?"

"Well, yeah. I tighten up inside to keep the cum from shooting. I did it by accident one time when I was jerking off when I was about fifteen, and I really liked it. So, I practiced every time I jerked off after that. Now I can do it whenever I want to."

"It's still amazing. And another thing, how do you know when I'm right on the brink? You pull back, and I don't come."

"Would you rather I not do that," he asked, apparently afraid he had done something wrong.

"If you stop doing that, I'll cut your cock off."

We both roared with laughter.

"Does that mean you like it?"

"Goddamn it, Rob. Why are you so fucking cute? I love it. I've never had orgasms that powerful. I thought I was going to faint tonight, it was so strong."

He took a drag on his cigarette, blew the smoke in my direction, and said, "I'm just a hot little fuck. What can I say?"

"Boy, I could really get to like you, you know that?"

We laughed.

We ate dinner at the Creole place where we had eaten the first night. Afterward, we rented a movie and went home to watch it. Rob and I lay on the sofa beside one another, and the closeness and warmth of his body felt like I had been destined for this all my life. After the movie, we went to bed.

Rob made the first move again that time. He drew me to him and kissed me. His penis was already hard.

"Do you want to do this," he asked.

"Why? Did you sense I didn't?"

"No, but I know you're tired."

"Let me suck you off. You lie back and let me return some of the pleasure you've given me."

"You don't want to come?"

"Rob, there's something you have to understand. I'm twice your age, and my body isn't as full of hormones as yours is. Of course I want to come, but I won't be able to even get hard, probably."

"Well, that sucks," he said seriously.

"And so do I," I said, as I pounced on his dick.

I gave Rob the best blowjob I knew how to administer, and he almost screamed when he came. Afterward, while we were smoking, he asked,

"Do you think we might not be sexually compatible?"

"I've never known another human being I was more sexually compatible with than you. The fact is, though, that your need for sex is greater than mine. It will happen to you, too, someday, but it's nature's way. There's nothing we can do about it."

"But that's so unfair," he said.

"What? Nature?"

"No, I understand that, I guess. It's unfair to you for me to get pleasure without returning it to you."

"Rob, there's nothing unfair about that. In a family where there's a sixteen year old boy and a sixteen month old baby girl, who eats more?"

"The boy does."

"Is it unfair that he gets more food than his sister?"

"Well, no. He needs more."

"Do you see my point," I asked.

"Well, yeah, but is that analogy correct? I mean, the baby doesn't have to make the food for the boy."

"True. Let me put it another way. Have you ever done anything for someone without expecting that person to do the same for you?"

"Well, sure. All the time."

"Did you take pleasure in doing it? In making that other person happy?"

He thought for a second.

"So what you're saying is you took pleasure in sucking me off just now, even though I didn't suck you off?"

"Exactly. Sexual pleasure is wonderful, but it's not the only kind of pleasure there is in a relationship. It gave me enormous pleasure to hear you almost scream when you had your orgasm a little while ago. Plus, having you in my mouth is pleasurable in itself for me. The fact that I didn't get aroused doesn't mean it wasn't an intensely sexual act for me. Because it was."

"Shit."

"What?"

"Well, you're teaching me stuff I've never even thought about before. I can kinda understand what you're saying."

He was very ruminative at that point. I could see the idea that I could enjoy pleasuring him sexually without being aroused myself churning in his brain. He lit another cigarette and continued thinking.

"Son, this is what a sexual dad is for," I finally said. "To teach you about sex. I can't begin to do the stuff you do, but there's more to sex than incredible orgasms."

He punched out his cigarette and turned to face me.

"I said earlier that I love you, and I really do."

"I know you do. And I love you, too. You make me laugh, you make me cry with joy, and you make me come like a motherfucker."

He laughed. I laughed. We kissed again, tenderly and affectionately, turned off the light, and went to sleep.

We slept until ten the next morning. Rob got up before I did, even though I was awake, and he went downstairs to make coffee. I heard the water running in the shower, but only for a few seconds. In ten minutes he came back upstairs with coffee for each of us.

"Good morning, Dad," he said with his grin.

"Good morning, boy."

"Here's some coffee."

He handed me the coffee and got back in bed. It was warm in the apartment, and he didn't cover up. He offered me a cigarette from the pack that was on his side of the bed, and we both lit up.

"Did you take a shower," I asked.

"No."

"I thought I heard the shower running. But only for a few seconds."

"You did."

"Well, what the hell were you doing?"

He chuckled.

"Well?"

"I had to take a leak. My cock was rock hard, as it always is in the morning, and I couldn't piss without getting it all over the bathroom. So I pissed in the shower and then turned it on to wash it out."

"Do you always do that?"

"Usually," he said. "How do you do it?"

"Rob, it's been years since I've had a piss hard-on in the morning," I said.

A look of disbelief came over his face.

"But, when I was younger and did get them, I'd wait until they went down before I pissed."

"Does that gross you out that I piss in the shower?"

"No. I do it all the time. I just think it's a clever solution to what could be a messy problem."

"My dad taught me and my brother to do that," he said. "I think it works pretty good."

"Your dad must be a pretty smart guy," I said.

"Yeah, they both are."

He said that last statement with complete innocence, and I think I realized then that he really did look up to me as a father-figure. I sat propped up in the bed next to a physical specimen that would rival any man on earth, and I reveled in my good fortune to have found that guy. His penis was completely flaccid, and it drooped over his thigh at a seductive angle. He truly was gorgeous, and he didn't really have a clue about himself. Watching him smoke and drink his coffee was like watching Apollo do the same things.

"What do you want to do today," he asked.

"I don't have any plans. What do you want to do?"

"Well, FSU is playing North Carolina today. I'd like to watch the football game. Would you?"

"Sure," I said. I hated Carolina, as any Duke graduate would, and I didn't mind watching them get their asses kicked by a team the one I loved really cared about.

"What would you think if we invited Jeff and Matt to watch the game with us?"

I noticed he said "we" instead of "I," and that made my heart beat a little faster.

"You think they would want to," I asked, figuring he had already checked with them.

"Yeah. I asked them if they'd like to if you were up for it. They would."

"Well, it's a party," I said.

We spent the rest of the morning lounging around the house naked. I loved to look at Rob's body and to notice the subtle changes his penis underwent as he moved and sat and did all the ordinary things of life. At one point I noticed his penis beginning to become erect. I didn't know what he was thinking about, but he was reading something in a magazine--Sports Illustrated, I think. In a second he got up and went into the bathroom to urinate. When he returned, he was flaccid again.

The game was at two. Around noon he asked me if I wanted to take a shower with him, and, of course, I did. As before, he shaved himself and then me. We were both rock hard by that point, what with the washing of each other we had done, and all, and I thought maybe he wanted to jerk off. I knew I did, so I squirted some shaving gel into my palm and lathered up his cock. He did the same to mine, and he got behind me. He held me with his left arm, stimulating my right nipple, as he stroked my penis with his right hand. He had his cock positioned between my butt cheeks but not in me. As he stroked me, he gently rocked back and forth against me.

Once again he used his technique of bringing me to the edge and then pulling me back. Finally, after fifteen or twenty minutes of wonderful rubbing, he allowed me to ejaculate. He came, too, and I could feel the rich warmth of his sperm dripping down my ass. He washed me off, we dried ourselves, and dressed for company.

I hadn't looked in the refrigerator, since Rob had waited on me hand and foot since I had arrived, but he pulled out another deli tray, this time with various meats and cheeses for sandwiches. He filled baskets with chips, and he got dip out for us to munch on during the game. It was obvious to me the boy had come from a family that did a lot of entertaining because he knew just how to set everything up to make the presentation appealing to the eye. He set out bottles of liquor and mixers, and he told me there was plenty of beer and soft drinks in the fridge if anyone preferred that.

"Are Jeff and Matt good friends of yours," I asked as he readied the place for entertaining.

"Not really. I've really just gotten to know them in the last couple of weeks. I've never done anything socially with them before."

"I see. I guess their interest in my apartment got you guys together some," I said.

"Exactly."

"Do they smoke, do you know?" I was still paranoid about smoking around non-smokers from all my years with Ted.

"I don't know," he replied. "Why?"

"Well, non-smokers can be such a pain about smoking, I just wanted to know so I'll know what to do."

"Well, the way I look at it is this: they know I smoke, and they accepted our invitation. But if it really bothers them, we can go out on the balcony for a puff when we need to. Don't sweat it, Dan."

He was right, of course. And it was his apartment, after all. Even so, I was still a little anxious about the matter.

When they got there at around 1:45, I was quite surprised. I had met Jeff when I signed the lease for my apartment, and I knew him to be approximately my age. Matt, though, turned out to be a spectacular looking young man in his early-to-mid twenties. Jeff and Matt were a mirror image of Rob and me. We all shook hands, and Matt and I checked each other out the way gay men do on first meeting.

We fixed sandwiches and drinks, and settled in to watch the game. Rob was wearing a navy sweater with an FSU Seminoles logo embroidered on it. He got FSU caps for himself and the rest of us to wear as we watched the game. I could tell Jeff found it as amusing as I did, but Matt took it as part of the natural course of the party. I wondered if he could do to Jeff the wonderful things Rob could do to me in bed. The two boys were certainly alike in a lot of other ways.

After we ate, Matt was the first to light up a cigarette, so I relaxed on that point. Jeff smoked, too, so pretty soon the room was thick with smoke. The whole atmosphere reeked of testosterone--football, drinks, cigarette smoke, and the hyper-masculine decor. It was a great afternoon.

I hadn't realized how big a game that was. UNC was ranked tenth in the nation, and FSU was ranked second. A big loss for the Seminoles could catapult them out of the running for the national championship. Rob watched the game with ferocious concentration, and I noticed that he occasionally touch himself, like he was adjusting a hard-on. Once, during the second quarter, he got up to get drinks for himself and Matt, and, when he handed Matt his drink, I saw that he was, indeed, hard. Matt noticed it, too, and smiled up at Rob. Then Matt put his hand on it, and Rob did nothing. "Football get you a little excited, there, Maxwell," Matt asked mischievously. "Damn straight," Rob said, and grinned. "That's part of the fun of watching." We all laughed, and Rob returned to his seat. Jeff and I looked at one another and made the kind of eye contact that let me know he was as amused by that puppy as I was. At the half, Rob got a telephone call and went up to his bedroom to take it. He apologized but said it was Kevin, and he really had to take the call.

Matt used the half-time break to go down to their apartment to get another pack of cigarettes, so that left Jeff and me alone together. He was the first to break the silence.

"Did you ever think you'd find one like Rob? I love it that football makes him hard."

I laughed and said, "Frankly, no. He's the first younger man I've ever been with, and I think he's wonderful."

"I know. He has an innocence about him that is totally charming and appealing. Matt and I have been together about a year, and I thank God every day He sent him to me."

"I noticed he's quite a stud," I said.

"Quite a stud," he affirmed. "Let's just hope we older guys can keep them happy."

I thought about my conversation with Rob the night before, and smiled inwardly.

"You, too, huh?"

"I tell ya, that boy's got more sexual energy than anyone I've ever known. Sometimes I just have to tell him I'd love to make love to him, but I just can't do it another time."

"That's come up between us already," I said. "How does he respond?"

"Well, I think he wants to understand, but, at his age, it just doesn't make real sense to him."

"How old is he?"

"He's twenty-four. I'm forty-two."

"That's the same age spread between Rob and me. He's twenty-two, and I'm forty."

"Well, Dan, I hope the four of us will be friends. I think it might be in our own self-interest to watch those two carefully so they don't discover one another. You saw what Matt did to him when he gave him his drink. It's not going to take much for those two to become best friends."

I laughed, and Jeff laughed, too.

"Maybe we can really get to know one another. All four of us." I was surprised at my own audacity in saying that. I was actually proposing a four-way encounter of some kind to a man I had really only just met. I had always wanted to try something like that, but Ted had never been interested. I thought I knew Rob would have no hesitation about it.

Jeff grinned when I made that proposition. "You, too, huh," he said, echoing my words of a few moments earlier. Then he winked, and I knew we were on the same wave length.

The boys came back into the room at almost the same moment. Rob said Kevin sent his greetings. Apparently, he was watching the game in Miami and had to share his feelings about it with Rob. I could tell Rob was happy he had called, and I noticed, too, his erection was gone. I wondered if the two of them had had phone sex.

The second half began, and Rob was much more relaxed as the Seminoles pulled out into a comfortable lead. With five minutes remaining, it was obvious they would beat the Tarheels. When the final whistle blew, we all cheered. Rob was hard again. He quickly excused himself and went into the bathroom. That time he closed the door, and I had no doubt he was jerking off. When he emerged ten minutes later, he was flaccid again.

"That was a good game," Matt said. "I hope Bobby Bowden's son will be able to turn Tulane around."

"His son," I asked. "I thought he was at Alabama or Auburn or someplace like that."

"Terry Bowden's at Auburn," Rob responded. "Tommy Bowden coaches at Tulane now."

"That's where I went," Matt said.

"Me, too," Jeff added.

Rob poured what he called "victory drinks" for each of us, and we sat around, comfortably chatting. It turned out Jeff was from New Orleans and had lived there all his live. Matt was from Louisville, Kentucky, and had come to New Orleans for college. Jeff ran his family's chain of dry cleaning establishments, and Matt worked in a bank. We were a convivial crowd, and I genuinely liked both of my new neighbors and friends. Rob suggested we go out for something to eat, and we all agreed that would be fun.

At dinner, Jeff told us about growing up in New Orleans and being part of the social scene there. He had married a debutante right out of college, and the marriage had lasted five years before he could no longer take the pressure of pretending to be straight. His family was quite wealthy, and the house we lived in had actually been his grandparent's home until they retired and moved into a condo. He had divided it into four apartments, two like mine and two like Rob's.

"Did you intend for it to be for gays," Rob asked.

"Not really. It just turned out that way," he replied.

"What about your place across the lake," Rob asked.

"That's an old family property, too," Jeff answered. "You guys will have to join us for a weekend there sometime soon."

"Hey, what about next weekend," Matt asked.

"That would be great," Jeff replied. "You guys up for that? The weather will still be summer-like, so we can do what Matt and I like to do when we're there."

"What's that," I asked.

"Well, we both have a little of the nudist streak in us, and we usually stay nude when we're there."

Rob's eyes lit up at those words. I could see his mind working through his eyes. I knew he had a bit of the exhibitionist in him, and a whole weekend without clothes was very appealing to him. "I'd really like that," he said.

"Well, count me in," I added.

"We even belong to a men-only, clothing-optional gym," Matt said. "I love to pump up and watch myself in the nude."

"And he doesn't mind other guys looking at him, either," Jeff teased.

"Well, shit, Jeff, you enjoy looking at me, don't you? Why should I deny other guys the same pleasure?"

We all laughed.

"I never heard of a place like that," Rob responded.

"I'll take you, man. As my guest," Matt said.

"Cool," Rob replied.

Jeff caught my eye, as much as to say, "See, it's already starting to happen."

"I wouldn't mind joining a gym," I said. The truth is, I worked out regularly in Charlotte and fully intended to join some kind of exercise program in New Orleans, as well.

"I get the feeling this little foursome is going to turn into an extraordinary friendship," Jeff said. We clinked our glasses in a toast to indicate our agreement.

After dinner we walked around the Quarter, taking in the sights. We stopped at a place that had a few pool tables, and the boys shot pool while Jeff and I watched them. He was obviously very proud of Matt, just as I was proud of Rob.

We said good night to Jeff and Matt at the gate to our building around eleven. They went into their apartment, and Rob and I climbed the stairs to his. Once in bed, we made love with the same animal passion we had the night before. When we were finished and near exhaustion, I asked,

"Do you really always get aroused at football games?"

"Yeah. Do you think that's perverted or something?"

"Not particularly. I'm curious, though. What does it? Watching the hot players?" I asked that last question with irony in my tone of voice.

If Rob caught the irony, he ignored it. "Naw. It's the excitement of the game itself. Did you see what Matt did to me?"

"Yeah."

"That surprised me, man. He just put his hand out and started rubbing my cock. I hope he didn't think I was coming on to him just by being hard."

"I'd consider what he did a come-on, though, wouldn't you," I asked.

"I guess so. But it sure felt good." Rob and I laughed. Then, after a pause, I asked,

"Did you jerk off on the phone with Kevin?"

He nodded sheepishly.

"And when you went to the bathroom after the game?"

"Damn, Dad, you don't miss a fucking thing."

He was quiet for a moment, and I could tell he was thinking about something. Finally, he said, "Are you mad at me?"

"Why should I be mad at you?"

He shrugged, but I could tell he was dead serious.

"Cause maybe I embarrassed you in front of Jeff and Matt."

I roared with laughter.

"What's so funny?"

"Rob, I'm way too proud that you'll even have me in your bed to ever be embarrassed by stuff like that. Hell, you got a hard-on, and you jerked off. Buddy, you did what I would have done if I had been fortunate enough to get that excited. Let's go to sleep."

I tousled his hair like the cute little boy he was, kissed him goodnight, and snuggled against him to sleep.