The Symposium Chapter 13: (Car Wash) Talkin' `bout the Car Wash
This story is a work of fiction. Resemblances to real persons, places or events would be extremely surprising.
Jason's voice carried across the room where Finn had just entered, "Why don't we demonstrate imaginative positions? Callum, get on your knees and take my cock in your mouth. I'll take your cock in mine. With your ass in the air, Iain can fu- eh, demonstrate anal penetration."
Finn said nothing, he knew when Mr Douglas did not want to be interrupted. Finn moved silently across the room as Mr Douglas watched Jason and Iain start to suck each other while Iain rolled on a condom. Callum and Jason were deep throating each other as Iain finally stepped forward.
Finn heard his own voice next, "Go ahead, go ahead and enter your cousin."
Mr Douglas smiled at this and lifted his eyes to look at Finn, but still neither of them spoke. Mr Douglas's attention returned to the screen on the desk in front of him where Iain's dick pressed in to dilate Callum's anal sphincter. With so much ongoing stimulus with hours of edging and cock teasing, Iain did not last long. His cock erupted; his grunts and pants became a low guttural roar as his balls were spent.
Mr Douglas paused the playback.
"Magnificent men." He said.
"Yes." Finn replied.
Mr Douglas caught a tightness in Finn's voice, "They're nothing compared to you." He tried to reassure.
"Which is why you've watched that video about three hundred times?" Finn paused then added, "You said when we were hiring them you wanted one of them on his knees in front of his mirror image. You wanted them filmed, to watch them cum on each other, watch them fuck..."
"I said I want those pretty boys, gentlemen!" Mr Douglas interrupted. "I got what I wanted, Findlay. They really have been a wonderful asset the club. Aesthetically pleasing and pleasingly subservient."
Finn's face grew a little sour, fixating on the still image of the naked cousins on the screen.
"Findlay," Mr Douglas said as he stood. His eyes level with the equally tall Finn. "I'm sorry. If I made you feel superfluous, or made you feel..."
"It doesn't matter."
"A crush. A shameful old man's crush."
"You're not old."
"And I love you."
"I'm a little jealous."
"You really don't think I'm old?"
Finn laughed at last. He shifted his gaze from the screen to Mr Douglas, "Elliot, we met when you were forty. It didn't matter then and it doesn't now."
"Ah, my toy boy, you always know just what to say." He replied.
"So do you. And I don't think I'm young enough to be your toy boy." Finn said, then leaned in and kissed Mr Douglas. "We should watch them on the big screen at home..."
"I'd rather watch you."
"Don't be a sook."
"You like it when I sook. Was there a reason for you visit?" Mr Douglas asked at last.
"Of course." Finn answered. "You wanted some suggestions for your favourite boys-"
"Second favourite."
"...Well, I had an idea."
"Edinburgh? Why Edinburgh?" Robbie asked.
Callum had spent their entire first date adoring the teacher's Fife accent. This was only their second date and still Callum found something soothing about the accent.
"Because that's where I've been asked to go?" Callum replied lamely.
"If your boss asked you to go to the moon, would you go there too?" Robbie said facetiously.
"In a heartbeat!" Callum exclaimed enthusiastically.
"Me too." Robbie admitted.
Robbie seemed to spend an awful lot of time not wearing glasses. Today they were hooked into his shirt, the top few buttons open. Just enough of Robbie's chest was exposed to show he had only a few wispy black hairs on his torso. Robbie had a Clark Kent quality about him, though his hair was not dark. With his glasses off, Robbie was no superman yet he retained a dear perfection that he owned even without that title.
Robbie had popped his glasses on to look at the lunch menu and then returned them to the summery shirt he was wearing. His attire was cautiously optimistic -- there was sun yes, but it was still quite cool this early in spring and the sky had a dark cloud on the horizon.
While Robbie had studied the menu, Callum had been studying Robbie. His long gangly limbs and fair hair that had grown out of the style Callum had first seen him with. The man's hair had grown and was now combed neatly at the sides while the hair on top was swiped to the left. Callum stopped ogling his date when Robbie set the menu aside.
While they waited for their lunch, Callum had told Robbie about his work and that he was getting shifted to the Symposium Athletics Club in Edinburgh for a day. The day he had planned on next meeting Robbie.
"Fine then, go to the moon! See if I care!" Robbie said, faking a strop.
"I figure if I don't go, I'll regret it. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow..."
"But soon, and for the rest of your life," Robbie finished. He smiled then and shook his head, looking around before looking into Callum's eyes. "Of all the bars in all the world..."
"And you had to walk into mine."
They enjoyed a convivial lunch, chatting about film and books and even eating some food in between the discourse.
"I just don't get it," Robbie said near the end of their time together: Robbie had a stack of home work that, quote `isn't going to mark itself' end quote.
"Get what?" asked Callum.
"No offence, but..." he seemed to reconsider how to articulate his thoughts, "You're really clever. I mean really, really clever. Almost as clever as me."
Callum laughed, "So why am I wasting my time and talent as a personal trainer?"
"I wouldn't say wasting your time. There are all sorts of clever in the world. I just mean... first time we met you quoted Shakespeare. Since then we've talked about Marlowe and Dumas, Hawking, Tolkein, Twain, Oscar Wilde. Why didn't you think about teaching?"
"I figure the choices we make dictate the life we lead. And if I'm here, now, with you then it's because of a) choices I made and 2) choices you made. And 3) or c) because all those books I read weren't books I'd have read back when I started Pysio and Sport Science. I've changes over the years. And if I had those years to do over again... maybe I wouldn't be sitting here with you?" Callum finally took a breath and paused.
"True, it worked out pretty well for me then." Robbie replied simply.
"Besides. I can still study English or become a teacher. Maybe even teach kids P.E. and Dickens at the same time." Callum jested.
"Maybe."
"Can I call you again sometime soon? Another date?" Callum asked.
"Defiantly," Robbie replied. "Listen, I really gotta go get some work done or I'll be up all night."
Robbie stood to leave, dropping enough cash for them to spit the bill, including a good tip.
Callum stood too and they hugged with Callum chancing a peck on the cheek.
Robbie smiled as he turned past the table to pass Callum and make for the exit, "Here's lookin' at you kid." He said.
The drive to Edinburgh would take an hour, perhaps more; missing most of the Glasgow rush hour before catching much of the Edinburgh rush hour. Iain had passed his driving test at the start of April and in the fortnight that had followed he and Callum had agreed equal turns at taking the wheel.
Their relationship, friendship, kinship (or whatever the hell it was) had continued much as it had for the past eight or nine months. They continued to enjoy their work and continued to enjoy their exposure... as popular members of staff... and they continued to enjoy each other. And neither would admit doubts festering in their minds. Were they not cousins, things would be different. Callum would be Iain's boyfriend by now, as it was...
They chatted about football and disagreed about the likely mortality of certain characters in the next series of Game of Thrones.
They were nearly at their destination before Iain broached, "So, what's going on with you and Robbie?"
Callum's smile was small but fond, "Good, I think." He replied cagily. "How are things with Stan."
"We're not dating, you know."
"So, how are things?"
"Also good."
Callum wondered if this was a lie.
Symposium Athletics Club in Edinburgh was much like their own - adjacent to a busy main road, albeit set far back from the line of traffic. Iain was directed to a space at the very far end of the car park, leaving the area closest to both the club and the car park entrance/ exit wide and clear of activity. For now.
The Symposium itself was fronted by a wall made almost entirely of glass, which looked into the reception area and coffee bar. The lads made their way towards the entrance and finally realised what was happening. They should have noticed the signs by the road and the ones now being erected by the entrance to the car park.
"CHARITY CAR WASH 10:00 -- 14:00
BEAUTIFUL BOYS AND SQUEAKY BONNETS"
"Squeaky bonnets?" Iain said to Callum, nudging him with an elbow, "That supposed to be a euphemism?"
Callum laughed, "Probably. Just be grateful they didn't advertise out exhausts."
Inside was busy. Very, very busy.
"Hi guys," said a familiar voice as they entered.
Simon, the young physio who had helped to interview Iain and Callum smiled shyly and they understood why. He was wearing a very neat pear of Speedos and a skin-tight vest.
"Hey," replied Callum -- who went in for a hug. The soft material of the Speedos and the vest were very appealing and he could almost feel Simon quiver under Callum's touch.
"Long time no see," Iain said. "You've been here, what? Six or seven months now?"
"About that yea," Simon said. He was about to say more when a strapping man in his late thirties or early forties approached.
"Gentlemen," he said as if making a grand announcement. "It's nice to meet you. Callum and Iain, yes?" he seemed to want to double check he had the right men all of a sudden.
"Yes. I'm Callum, he's Iain."
He shook hands with both.
The noise in the Symposium's reception area was significant. Chatter, enthusiasm, shouts and cat calls and murmurs and laughing. People flowing all around the reception and spilling in and out of the locker room.
"I'm Mr Hendry. We're running a fund raiser for Stonewall. I'm glad you two volunteered to help." He said, looking them up and down -- looking very glad indeed. "Anyway," he added after a pause, "I suppose you should get ready."
"No problem." Said Iain.
"I think the locker room is rather too busy with staff and clients," he said as he looked exaggeratedly around the bustle of the open reception area. "Could you just change out here?"
Callum and Iain exchanged looks and then smiles, together they said: "Problem."
The boys were used to exposure and nudity by now and yet this felt different somehow. A city they were not used to, a club they had never worked in, people they had never seen and had no idea how they would react -- these things gave Iain and Callum reservations.
Yet they still co-operated. They pulled off their jackets and shoes and socks. A little pile accumulating by their sides. Men all around started to take notice when their tops care off, revealing toned chests. They were muscled without being bulky and Callum and Iain's alabaster skin turned to gooseflesh in the cool April air. Callum and Iain had already pushed down their shorts and underwear, revealing balls and cocks, before thinking about the fact they hadn't been given anything else to wear.
The men all around were truly delighted now and watched the naked cousins with interest. A gentle breeze blew through the reception area, gently agitating the bush of pubes above their cock and tickling their balls. They could see themselves reflected in the wide windows, and beyond the car park that continued to fill with patrons. Their reflections emphasised their similarity, their faded images blurring any differences.
Mr Hendry materialised, the blurred ghost of his likeness joining the naked men, "Dear me, you men are quite bold aren't you?"
He was asking rhetorically but Iain answered anyway, "Fortune favours the bold."
"I rather expected you to keep your underwear on until I got something for you." Mr Hendry continued.
Callum and Iain felt themselves squirm inside -- they were so used to Mr Douglas, or Finn or their clients making suggestions and them following through to the logical conclusion. It never occurred to them Mr Hendry might not play the same games with them.
"Never mind though, eh?" Mr Hendry said, "Simon and Justin will be along in a mo. They'll bring your attire for the day."
Callum and Iain only had to wait two minutes and fifteen seconds. They filled the unforgiving minute by watching Mr Hendry collect their clothes and spiriting them away. It was an odd sensation and almost relieving to still be able to feel it -- to feel embarrassed and nervous. Being totally naked in a room full of clothed men was as exhilarating as it was shaming.
While they were waiting, Callum posed a question: "Who's Justin?"
"Dunno," replied Iain. "Simon's never mentioned him to me, what about you?"
"No," Callum said, "Me neither. Me and Simon catch up every few weeks. Why wouldn't he tell us about..."
They saw Simon and the man they assumed to be Justin and began to realise why he might not have been mentioned. Indeed, they inferred Simon may have omitted several details from his life since moving to Edinburgh. They were both in tight white Speedo's.
Tight white Speedo's! The sight caused Callum's cock to stir. And guilt to fester as he thought about Robbie and whether he was being unfaithful. Was there even a `me and Robbie' to be unfaithful about?
Iain' dick too appreciated the sight of the pretty guys coming towards him, his balls churning in anticipation.
"I guys," Simon said, a little embarrassed. "You can put these on." He proffered Speedo's for the cousins to don too.
They were small, a little too tight for everything up front to comfortably fit and the lad's bottom's spilled out the seat of the attire at the back so the arse cheeks were visible at the back. The crack of their bum's was just noticeable, teasingly so, to those who cared to look -- which was everybody.
"So, Simon," Iain said by way of prefacing the plethora of questions in his head. "W. T. Fuck?"
Simon looked down at himself and blushed. Although he was clearly embarrassed, there was nothing to be embarrassed about -- he was as toned and muscled, fit and lean as any other personal trainer. Cuter and meeker than most perhaps.
"Yea..." Simon replied, "I've been meaning to mention this." He added.
"Is this how you normally dress for work?" Callum asked.
"No. Not always. I mean I'm not quite as exploited as you guys... I mean, I didn't mean..." Simon was flustered by his poor choice of words, conscious that they were a little insensitive.
"Don't work about it." Iain quelled his fears, "That's a fairly reasonable word for our working practices."
Iain and Callum chuckled at this and looked down at their `indecent' attire, "We're pretty much overdressed today." Callum said.
This time Simon and Justin laughed.
"This is Justin," Simon introduced. "Justin, this is Callum and Iain."
"I've heard a lot about you. Starting to believe some it might have been true." Justin said amiably.
"All of it I suspect." Iain retorted. "Are you guys the resident eye candy?"
"Absolutely." Justin agreed. "But we tend to get running shorts rather than Speedo's and we don't get naked as much as you guys. Or have sex with clients as much as you guys or get exposed as much as you guys or go to high schools and..."
"Yea, ok, less is more." Simon interrupted him.
"Sorry. I got carried away. Just thinking about you two gets me hard. My imagination didn't do justice to how hot you guys are though." Justin admitted.
Justin had a swimmers build and was shaved smooth -- chest and legs, everywhere below the neck in fact. Discordant with this was the messy mop of hair on his head, light brown with a tint of ginger -- much like Callum and Iain's hair colour.
"Well maybe we can spice up your life and show you how it's done." Iain suggested.
"Are you guys the us of the Edinburgh Symposium?" Callum asked mildly.
"Sort of." Justin admitted.
Sensing a bit more was required, Simon added "Mr Douglas shared his findings that with you guys scantily clad and showing off your physiques and so on, it was good for business and made clients work harder. Customer satisfaction has been up in his Club since you guys started nine months ago."
"Sex sells." Iain said, it was something he hadn't said for quite a while.
"Yea, you got it." Justin chipped in. "So for the last six months or so Mr Hendry has had us in lots of meagre attire, or tight fitting apparel. It's been good fun really."
"That's `cause your easy." Simon said.
"Now, now. My sex life isn't the issue here." Justin said, but grinned. "But I must admit I don't need to use Grindr anymore."
All four guys laughed.
"Are you boys ready to get started?" Mr Hendry asked, materialising behind Callum and Iain.
The lads all turned to face him and the man looked rather pleased with himself and the sight before him. Indeed, all the men in the room looked rather satisfied by the sight of four hot men in miniscule Speedo's.
"We're ready," replied Iain on everyone's behalf.
"But ready for what, exactly?" Callum asked.
"Ready for the car wash." He explained patiently. "You boys are perfectly dressed for it after all."
All the lads just imagined what their Speedo's would look like once they were soaking wet. Probably most people had been imagining it.
The lads were each given a pair of sandals to wear outside and were then escorted out. It was a bright spring morning, the sun warming the day gently so that the coolness of dawn faded towards a balmy mid-morning. Outside, the cars had multiplied innumerably and their owners were eagerly waiting for the fit boys to buff their bonnets.
Callum's eyes were drawn to the stream of traffic nearby. The road and pavement were close enough for the attention of passersby to be attracted and Callum even worried about the view from double decker busses or, heaven forefend, sightseeing busses. They'd certainly see a sight today.
When Callum's attention was brought back to his cohorts, he noticed Iain was increasingly friendly with Simon and, in particular, Justin. Justin was reciprocating the advances, or maybe Iain was the one reciprocating. It was the tiny subtle movements; open gestures from each declining any opportunity to cover up or reduce their exposure, legs slightly farther spread, pelvis's slightly thrust forward. Callum consciously removed his attention from this -- he was starting to think he was jealous.
But it wasn't that, not really. Robbie was on his mind more and more, and more and more that made this' impossible. This', whatever it was, was coming to an end.
"Welcome everyone." Mr Hendry announced, his voice rising to a surprising volume. "I hope you are all going to give generously today.
Distantly among the racket, Iain was sure he heard someone say they'd love to receive generously too, but he could have been mistaken.
An area outside the Symposium had been set up as a staging area for cars to pull up into. Buckets f warm water were filled and delivered so the lads never needed t worry about leaving their place of exhibition. On the street outside, cars and passersby did indeed notice but few stayed for long. Appreciative glances were given before they continued towards the city centre.
Drivers paid their donation then queued for the wash. Warm water splashed and sloshed everywhere so that Iain, Callum, Simon and Justin were soaked practically from head to toe. Windows rolled down when they were done so the driver could thank and or grope them before moving off, many to park so they could remain to watch.
The water had turned the Speedo's they each wore translucent, the colour of their skin showing through. The dark patches of pubes flashing through the front of the Speedo. Close up, the hair on their balls could be seen.
A short break for lunch was taken outside so they could dry off in the sun and be admired before returning for more water and soap suds.
Iain had become increasingly silly and flirty with Justin, which just spelled trouble. The trouble started with Iain bending down to put more water on his sponge and instead tugging down Justin's swimwear.
"Oi, watch it!" Justin warned, but laughed as he manoeuvred his arse back into the sloppy material and tucked his dick back in.
The men watching hooted and hollered.
"The men didn't seem to mind the view." Iain helpfully pointed out.
"Well maybe you should show them yours." Justin daringly retorted.
"You think I wouldn't?"
"Yes. I think you wouldn't."
Iain and Justin held gaze for a long time. Iain and Simon exchanged looks and smiles as they waited for what would happen next. Callum was confident he knew what would happen.
Iain slid his slippery hands down his body and pulled at the front of the Speedo. Slipping his hand inside he gave his dick several soapy strokes until it began to fatten. Justin was enthralled and Simon's eyes glued to the bulge filling out the scant swimsuit.
Iain pulled the front of the Speedo down until his pubes were fully exposed and the root of his cock appeared and then he pulled the back of them down to underneath his bum cheeks. His cock was just hidden inside the material of the folded-down Speedo's but he wanked his cock through the material, with only his thumb slipping inside to make physical contact, so it was obvious to everyone that it was hard.
"Looks like they're caught on something," Iain said. "Maybe you should help me get them free?"
Justin stepped forward, the whole crowd growing silent at what was happening. Iain's body was spotted with lather and foam but that would not cover what was about to be revealed. Justin's hands were smooth and gentle as the tugged the Speedo down and Iain's eight inches sprang into view. Justin seemed dazed by it as he pushed them down more until Iain closed his legs slightly -- with his thighs closer together the swimwear loosened and dropped to the ground.
Iain was fully exposed to Justin, to Callum and Simon, to all the men from the club and to the street beyond - even if they hadn't noticed. Fully exposed and fully hard. Iain lifted one foot out of the swimwear and kept the other ankle in -- lifting his foot he pulled the Speedo's off with his hand. He weighed them in his hand for a moment before tossing them casually into the crowd, accepting he would never get them back and he would be naked for the rest of the day.
When the collective hold of breath from the crowd was finally released, Iain was sure he could feel the breeze it caused. When Justin finally reacted it was by stepping forward, his tightly bound erection straining the Speedo, his crotch grinding into Iain's. Justin grabbed Iain's arse and locked his lips on Iain's. Tongues and lips and pressed cocks and finger marks on bums -- all while the crowd of men watched, waiting to see what would happen next.
Simon took the initiative by sneaking up on Justin and pulling down his Speedo too. Justin didn't care. His bare cock engaged in slippery frottage with Iain's -- both excited and both blood-filled engorges.
When they parted at last, Iain noticed Justin was shaved smooth above his crotch and wondered, briefly if it was to improve his swimming or was a `personal' choice. Iain and Justin gripped each other's penises and began mutual masturbation. Any pretence of continuing to wash cars was gone. And by now, Simon too was rock hard, though more reluctant to pull his dick out than Iain or Justin had been.
Callum too felt the scene before him stimulate him until his erection was too big and too swollen to remain contained. Length pushed his cock into the hip of the fabric and girth opened the top of the swimwear so that anyone close enough could peer into the garb. Simon peeked and blushed -- either at what he saw or at being caught doing it.
"On three, ok?" Callum suggested reassuringly to Simon.
Callum put his hands on his hips and hooked his thumbs into his own Speedo's. After a few seconds, Simon reluctantly followed suit.
"One," Callum said as he pushed the front down so the root of his cock was shown to Simon, by way of reassuring him. "Two," he continued as more of his cock appeared and only the head of his dick remained obscured and caught within the fabric, "Three."
Callum pushed down the Speedo and his dick bounced out. Simon took an extra beat before revealing his dick -- 7 inches, circumcised and quivering with anticipation.
Justin, Callum and Simon each tossed their Speedo's into the crowd where the disappeared amid an excited scramble. They hoped their new owners would donate generously. The four lads were now stark naked and fully erect and formulating ideas about what to do next.
Callum felt a little guilty as he kissed Simon, his hand sliding across the lads bear back and down to the small of his back, resting at the sacrum and daring to finger Simon's ass but ultimately cowering away from the act. He was thinking about Robbie, his boyfriend. He was thinking about not having a boyfriend anymore if he kept this kind of thing up.
Iain meanwhile had guided Justin towards the front of the car and pushed him back onto the bonnet. He lifted Justin's legs and pushed his face between Justin's legs. First bobbling Justin's cock and then sucking his balls. Lastly, his tongue probed at Justin's arse hole. Justin was delighted and so were the men watching the scenes before them.
They heard a suggestion for Iain to fuck Justin and a condom made its way to them. Justin moaned his ascent as Iain rubbered up.
They heard the suggestion for Simon to give Callum a blow job and Simon sank happily to his knees. Callum felt weak to his knees as his dick was swallowed before he could object and his guilt simmered on a back burner; at a rolling boil was the cum churning in his balls, ready to explode.
The men watched delightedly as Iain started to push his big cock inside Justin. Justin's arms flew up, his hands gripping the back of his own head as he bit down on his lip. Justin's armpits were smooth, accentuating his milky skin and highlighting almost invisible freckles under his arms.
Justin was tighter than Iain had been expecting and it was only now, as his cock head as pulled inside Justin's anus, that Iain thought about his age. Justin was younger than perhaps Iain had first thought, if he'd thought at all, probably nineteen and certainly no older than twenty.
Iain pushed his dick in deep and then slid out, beginning a rhythmic pumping. Their skin was still slippery from the water and soap and Iain's balls made a spaltting sound as they connected with Justin's arse.
Callum closed his eyes as his cock was sucked by Simon. He was good at it -- his tongue licking the right places and his lips pursing at just the right time. Callum was very close, very fast. He had to concentrate to stop from cumming.
The men around them had stepped closer, forming a tight circle, an exclusion zone, segregating this tiny part of the world from the rest of it while they fucked and sucked.
Justin had started pulling on his own cock while Iain pushed in and out and was breathing harder now. Iain had gotten to recognise when a man was close and could see Justin was close now. Justin's thumb played across the slit on the head of his cock and Iain pushed slow and deep a few times. He was getting close too.
Callum warned Simon he was close and looked down into the lad's eyes, which gazed up even as his mouth was still full. Simon was jerking his own dick as he sucked Callum's. When Callum came, Simon's eyes closed while he drank it in. He pulled his lips off and concentrated on getting himself off too. Simon came on Callum's feet while he was wiping remnants of cum from his lips.
As Iain pulled out, not all the way, he felt one more push would be enough. Iain pushed in and slid his cock back, this time all the way. Immediacy overtook him and he managed to pull the condom off just in time before cumming on Justin's smooth tummy.
Justin came a moment later, his cum mixing with Iain's. Only once they were both finished their orgasms did Iain lean forward and half kiss, half lick Justin's stomach, abs and pecs. Finally his lips, salty and sweet, landed on Justin's lips and the kissed again.
If that had been the end of this escapade, all the lads would have been quite happy. Their spectators were certainly happy. As it was, they had to endure another half hour of soap and bubbles, of warm water and slippery skin. It was a consolation that at least they were clean, cum and sweat wash out and rinsed away, when the last car pulled away from the staging area.
The lads were invited inside where they were the guests of honour but with the euphoria of earlier now dissipating, Simon was growing very uncomfortable with the attention and Callum was growing uncomfortable with his guilt.
Mr Hendry, to his credit, proved himself to be much like Mr Douglas. He had an eye for pretty things and good entertainment and a lust for sexual exhibition -- but he knew where to draw the line. He found Simon clothes to wear and the younger man got dressed in a hurry. Justine didn't seem too bothered with continuing to have his penis on show or having his arse grabbed by clients and donators.
"Well, gentlemen," said Mr Hendry, sensing Callum's increasing agitation. "I think it's time you hit the road. You've got miles to go before you sleep."
The turn of phrase did nothing to settle Callum's sense that he had cheated on Robbie. In fact he was reminded of a Robert Frost poem.
"I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep." Callum muttered in a sotto voice.
"I'm sorry?" Mr Hendry said.
"Never mind," Iain answered for his cousin. "He's a quotation machine. We're delighted to have come today, let us know how the fund raising went, yea?"
"Of course," Mr Hendry replied. "Drive safely."
"Maybe we could have something to wear?" Callum said even as Iain made his way to the exit without any clothes on.
Iain patted pockets he didn't have before adding, "Oh and our car keys would help too."
Another five minutes of procrastinating and men taking repeated cock shots and the cousins were presented with short running shorts without underwear and sleeveless running vests that, being freshly laundered, hugged their figures. Trainers, a bag containing their original gear and car keys followed.
When they got back outside the sun was still shining but its warmth was weaker and blue spring skies were filling with fluffy white clouds that resembled allsorts. Callum took the driver's seat and directed the car toward the westbound M8.
"So," Iain said carefully. "Do you want to talk about what's wrong?"
Callum played naive, "What do you mean?"
Iain didn't answer; rather he just looked out of the passenger side window and watched as they overtook slower moving traffic.
"I think maybe I made a mistake," Callum relented. "And the worst part is I knew. I knew I was doing it and that I'd probably regret it and I did it anyway and now I do regret it."
It all came out as a bit of a rush.
"Robbie will understand. Or, maybe, you should just not tell him." Iain might think he's less clever than Callum, but he was right on the button with his inference that this was all about Robbie and all about getting sucked off by someone who isn't Robbie.
"I can't do this anymore." Callum said, Iain let this silence last too, unsure how to answer and unsure why Callum's voice sounded so sad. Callum could hear Robbie's voice from moths ago, when they'd stood on that school stage. "I can't... have sex with other people," Callum said -- his head fixed straight ahead, but his eyes slid towards Iain.
"Oh, that this', I see." Iain replied. "Well, this' was never going to go on forever."
Callum could hear so many things in the tone of Iain voice: sadness, acceptance, fear maybe, anger a little.
"I'm glad..." how did a man go about telling someone they were grateful for being introduced to gay sex? "I'm just glad."
"Me too." Callum agreed.
"I need to find myself a proper partner now." Iain said, using the gender-neutral adjective.
"Boyfriend, girlfriend?" Callum asked.
"Yea... maybe both," Iain joked. Honestly, he added: "I don't know anymore."
That was Iain's problem: he'd rejected putting a label on whatever his sexual inclination was that he didn't even know what it was.
Iain spoke thoughtfully as he admitted: "I imagined one day I'd settle down. I mean, just a year ago I broke up with a girl but I kinda thought there's be another one and maybe we'd have a kid together somewhere down the line, maybe several kids and maybe a golden retriever and a house with a garden... now I wonder if I got all that wrong. If maybe I'll be settling down with a nice man and we'll adopt and still have a golden retriever."
"That sounds good."
A quiet settled into the car. Neither comfortable nor uncomfortable -- a silence screaming to be broken.
"It feels a little weird saying this but I think if I don't I'll never ever say it," Iain said wistfully. "I'd do all this again, despite all the confusion in my head now, this thing between us was important. And I know it all started to end when I finally let you... erm, let you in."
Callum chuckled appropriately at the double entendre.
"I am sorry that it's over, but I'm not sorry you've met someone and I'm not sorry that it happened. I'd do it all again, every fuck and every fuck-up... all of it. I'd do it all again."
"I love you too." Callum replied.
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