Leaping Into the Quarry
Chapter 6
With finals over we could relax. Zack’s grades were excellent, and he finally looked healthy. He was eating everything Boris put before him. His eyes were shining, and his body was toned and strong. I was relieved. Our nighttime activities were sensual and relaxed. I could, once again, touch those wonderfully ripped muscles in his chest. Everything was good, as we packed for our move to Doc’s house over Memorial Day weekend. We had been out to see what, if anything, we needed to buy for our room. Our room had a desk and a chair, plus a new bed with a queen-sized mattress. We had never seen such a wide bed. The mattress was firm, and definitely not like our saggy, smelly mattress in the apartment.
Zack and I loved the big bathroom and the shower, with two showerheads pouring warming hot water over us after practice. We bought second hand a well-worn brown leather recliner chair at the Salvation Army for our bedroom. That gave me a place to read away from the television. After delivering the chair, we returned to the apartment one last time, to see if everything important had been packed.
When we were leaving I opened the Plymouth’s squeaking door and noticed Boris and little Mike walking up the sidewalk. Mike was talking feverishly to Boris who, as usual, said nothing. When Mike saw us, he came running. I thought he had gone home for the holiday weekend. Mike said, “Guys, I got a problem. I don’t know what to do. I wasn’t careful. Shit, I am so stupid.”
“What’s the problem,” Zack said to the agitated boy.
“You guys’ll think I’m an imbecile.”
“What happened?”
“I got her pregnant. I am so stupid, and she wasn’t even that good. I definitely don’t want to marry her, for sure. What do I do?”
Zack put his hand on Mike’s shoulder, encouraging him to calm down and to get into the car. Though I didn’t say anything, I suspected that Doc might know what Mike could do. I asked, “Does she want the baby?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t ask her. She called crying, and screamed at me for not being careful. I tried to calm her down.”
As we pulled up in front of the fraternity house, he asked if he could stay at Doc’s overnight prior to taking the bus home. With his recent news I suspected his plans would change. I suggested that he help us move on Saturday, thinking that would take his mind off of his problem. As we drove back to Doc’s, Zack and Boris sat quietly. Once back at the house, I called Doc, but only got his answering service.
When he called back, I described Mike’s dilemma. In his usual calm way, he said, “Tell Mike not to worry, but it may cost him a good bit of money to take care of his carelessness.”
“We’ll see him Saturday. Will you know something by then?”
“Probably. Are you all packed?”
“Yep, ready to go.”
We didn’t see Mike Saturday morning. By mid-Saturday afternoon, Zack, Boris and I had moved everything from the apartment. Boris put his stuff in the third bedroom, much to Doc’s chagrin. Doc said, “Boris, there is plenty of space in my room for your things.”
“My snoring bother you?”
“No, it won’t. I will leave invitation open.” Zack and I smiled throughout the short conversation, knowing that Boris had every intention of sleeping with Doc. He was waiting to be persuaded. Doc didn’t get it. The four of us were standing in the family room, when Mike knocked at the back door. His eyes were red. I suspected he and the girl had been together.
Doc opened the door, and Mike stepped in with his suitcase. With a very stern look, Doc said, “So, I understand you have a problem.”
“She wants me to marry her. I don’t want to, but what am I supposed to do?
“Let’s discuss. Sit down at the kitchen table.” After the five of us were seated, Doc continued, “Does she want the pregnancy ended?”
“I think so, but she is so upset I really can’t tell.”
“Well, I know a doctor who will abort the fetus. You know it is illegal for him to do that. He is a reputable doctor, not a hack. He will do it for $400. I have his telephone number, if you want it. However, he will only do it, if the girl completely agrees. He doesn’t want any last minute change of heart. Are you sure you don’t want to marry her?”
“Absolutely! I do not want to marry her. I want to finish school. And I want to continue to work with Boris on the Risley act.”
“OK, this is what you do. Tell the girl you have found a safe way to end the pregnancy. If she understands that there is no turning back, call the number I gave you, and then call Randy. He and Zack will drive you to Champaign, early Tuesday morning. If everything goes as planned, your carelessness will be taken care of. She must be completely agreeable, or the doctor won’t do the procedure. When are you going to see her next?”
“I’ll call her now.” He got up and went into the hall to telephone her. We could hear muffled voices, until he hung up. “She wants to think about it, and wants me to meet her at her apartment. I’ve got to go. Thanks, Doc. I’ll be back later. Where do you want me to sleep?” I showed him the daybed in the living room. “I called my parents and told them, I’d be delayed. They were fine.”
Doc grilled steaks, as Boris finished the green beans and mashed potatoes with sour cream and chives. After dinner, Doc and Boris disappeared into Doc’s bedroom, as Zack and I cleared the dishes. Mike came in the back door, as Doc and Boris entered dripping from their shower. Mike eyes were fixed on the unobstructed midsections of the two men. Boris pulled his towel around him, but Doc didn’t. He said, “What’s her decision?”
“She’ll do it, but she’s scared.”
“Understandable. I assume you called the doctor. Are you going to see her again before Tuesday?”
“Yes, I called the doctor. He said what you said that she has to be totally agreeable. Why should I see her?”
“Go to her place on Monday evening to reassure her. Stay overnight, if necessary.”
I couldn’t tell if he was listening because Mike’s eyes were fixed on Doc’s manhood. I looked at Zack, who smiled. Mike was affected because he obviously straightened his personal stuff.
“OK, I’ll go over Monday night after practice.” Tuesday morning came, and Zack drove the Plymouth, with Mike and the girl sitting silently in the back seat, and me in the front. With Doc’s specific directions we delivered them to a white clapboard house, which needed badly to be painted, just off the highway leading into Champaign. Thirty minutes after they went in, they came back out with Mike supporting the girl. They sat quietly in the back seat, as we drove back to the girl’s apartment. Mike went in with her, but asked us to wait for him. About twenty minutes later, he emerged and got into the back seat. “She’s OK. God, I’m glad it’s over. I gotta get a job to pay Doc back the $400 he lent me. Got any ideas?”
“I think they’re looking for pizza delivery guys.”
“I don’t have a car. Not a good idea.”
“How about applying to work inside the shop cooking the pizza.”
“Seems pretty simple, and it wouldn’t interfere with practice.”
“You and Boris are getting pretty good.”
“Boris does all the work. All I do is keep my body rigid. He has amazing legs and feet.”
“Have you tried the turtle position?”
“Yep. When I’m in that position, he spins me so fast.”
“Have you tried to balance on the bottoms of his feet?”
“We’ve been working on the floor. We need a spotter. I’m too tentative because I’m afraid I’ll end up falling on his stomach.”
“I’ll talk to the maintenance guys. Maybe we can set up a safety rig over your practice area.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
“Have you been on your back in the chair?”
“Yep. He has me balancing the ball and tossing it to him.”
“When will you be ready to join the circus?”
He laughed, “Not soon, but I am trying to get ready for the student circus next spring. What about you guys? You gonna be ready with your act by the time tryouts come along?”
Zack said, “I wasn’t aware we had to try out.”
“A lot of kids want to be in it. Where have you been? Of course, we have to try out. I thought that’s why you’re in my leaping class.”
“No, it’s because I can’t let you out of my sight! Yes, I want to be in the student circus. I just didn’t know we had to try out.”
“First, we’re not ready for anything until we get a catcher. Boris is going to try his hand at it.”
“He’s so strong, I bet he will learn quickly,” Mike said. As we drove into the driveway, Boris was waiting on the porch with Doc. Both had smiles on their faces.
“So. Mike, how did it go?” Doc inquired.
“Deed is done. I think she’s OK. I will check with her tomorrow. The doctor told me to take her to the hospital, if there was any bleeding.”
“Good. When do I receive my first payment?”
“Geez, I just borrowed the money yesterday. I am trying to get a job at the pizza parlor.”
“I know you’re good for it.”
Instead of going home, Mike got permission from his parent to stay for summer school. He became the fifth member of our household. After our next practice, I gave Boris his first lesson in catching. He grabbed the rope, and pulled himself up to the catch bar. As I instructed, he sat on the catch trap facing the back wall, and began to swing. While still moving, he wrapped the back of his knees into the rope and dropped down, curving his calves once around. I told him to keep swinging, using his body weight. He quickly had the rhythm, and was swinging freely. I instructed him to loosen his legs from the rope, and drop onto his back into the net. He did that three times. “That’s enough for the first day.”
Boris said, “Teach me the drop from the platform.” We proceeded with lesson two. We climbed up the wooden stairs to the platform. I handed him the bar, and told him to swing back and forth several times, and on a return, to drop onto his back, with his neck tucked in. Instinctively, he did it correctly the first time. He was a pro. Mike asked to try, since he had climbed up with us. Because Mike is so short, I had to raise the takeoff platform. He swung out and back, using his short legs to get momentum. On the back swing, I called, “Drop”. He released a moment too late, and fell onto his shoulders, rather than his back.
As he somersaulted down from the net, he said, “I hesitated too long, didn’t I?”
“Yes. You’re lucky you didn’t break your neck.” He sheepishly looked at us. “I’d like to try it again. Can I take your class? I’d really like to try.”
I didn’t agree immediately, but since one of the regular guys couldn’t take summer school, I told him I would think about it. The class started the following Monday, and Mike came to the class. Boris was in position. I put myself in the safety rig, and had Zack holding the rope. I wanted to demonstrate the flying leap, and to see if Boris could catch me. I signaled for Boris to get into position. He had his wrists taped and rosined, as did I. I told Zack to give me plenty of slack, so I could fall correctly in case Boris didn’t catch me. Boris was in position to catch me, so I leaped. It worked perfectly. Everyone applauded. Next, we harnessed the lightest girl into the rig. Of all of our leapers, she naturally sensed the correct timing the best.
I signaled for Boris to get into position. I had the rig rope in my hands. She flew, almost reaching his hands, but fell. I slowed her fall with the safety rig. I gave everyone a chance to try leaping. The only person actually caught was Mike. I was beginning to think that Coach and I may have made a mistake by not selecting him in the first place. The entire class of six, three girls and three boys, including Zack, were exhausted after the leaping lesson. Boris was hardly winded, as he dropped down from the catch bar.
Smiling he said, “I do OK, Randy?”
“You’re a natural. And you too, Mike.” Mike was beaming. That began six weeks of practices, three times a week. After three weeks, I gave the class the opportunity to fly without the safety rig. Zack took up the challenge, and was gracefully caught before dropping. Mike tried, but missed, as did Gretchen. The other three waited another week. We were making progress.
We decided to cancel class during the July 4th week. I had delayed chores in the barn. I needed to clean stalls and mow the pasture closest to the house. We kept the horses in the back field. We laid out a practice ring behind the barn, and rolled it. I wanted Regal harnessed, to see if he still knew our bareback routine. It had been half a year, since he had been ridden. The other question: Was I ready?
After I finished mowing, I asked Zack to take the lead rope and a whip. It was hot, so I only wore my gym shorts and riding slippers. When I started my take off, my foot slipped on the freshly mown grass. I hit the spring board off balance, and missed Regal’s rump. I fell to the ground hard, landing on my right ankle. Zack came running, as Regal continued cantering around the ring. Zack pulled me out of the way, as Regal kept his pace. I thought I had either broken my ankle or severely strained it.
Zack let Regal out into the pasture, and helped me into the house. I was able to walk with Zack’s assistance, so my ankle probably wasn’t broken. Once in the house, he sat me on the edge of our bed. He slowly and carefully removed the slipper from my damaged ankle. He, then, removed the other one, and asked if I could stand. He surprised me by pulling off my gym shorts and jock strap. He proceeded to undress himself, before leading me into the shower. He pulled a plastic stool into the shower. The cool water splashed down and felt wonderful. He washed every inch of my body. His penis stood straight out from his muscular mid-section. After giving me a fleeting kiss, he went to work on my erection. He had effectively diverted my attention from my ankle. He spread my butt cheeks, as I leaned back. His tongue found my rosebud. I felt so naughty, but wonderful.
Without saying anything, he dried me and led me to our bed. We were the only ones home, so he didn’t bother to close the door. He puffed up the pillows and directed me to lie back. He lubed my hole, sliding two fingers in and massaging my prostate. He lubed himself, and straddled me, as he impaled himself on my rock hard member. He winched slightly, as he began to slide down. He was slow and methodical, as he moved up and down. I, instinctively, grabbed his dick and began stroking it. Neither of us was in a hurry, nor did we notice Mike standing at the bedroom door. We were able to climax at the same time. Mike applauded. I could do nothing, but smile and offer a small wave.
With Zack still on me, Mike walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. “You guys love each other so much. I wish I could find some girl I could love.”
Slightly embarrassed, all I could say was, “Mike, you’ve got plenty of time. Don’t worry.”
“You guys ever consider letting me man-fuck you?”
Zack said, “Who?”
“I mean, do something with the three of us.”
Zack looked lovingly at me, “Only if Randy agrees.”
“Only if Zack agrees.”
“Tell me when, and I’ll be ready.” With that, he got up and turned, one more time, to look at our naked bodies, “What’s Boris got planned for dinner?” He walked out smiling, leaving the door open. Zack slipped out of me. He offered me a hand, as we went back to the shower. My ankle was still in real pain. After our shower, Zack dressed me in clean shorts, and directed me into the recliner. He brought an ice bag wrapped in a towel, and brought me my transistor radio and ear phones. I fell asleep listening to old songs by the Glenn Miller Orchestra and the Lennon Sisters. I didn’t hear the phone ring, but Zack told me later that he had received a call from Ted at Armbusher Farm.
“What was on his mind?”
“Well, I suspect this won’t come as much of a surprise, but they found Robert dead in his car. They suspect a drug overdose.” I was quiet. Ted didn’t think there would be a funeral, only a grave side service. He said he would let us know. Zack had his arm around me, and asked softly, “How do you feel?”
“I’m fine. I knew something like this would happen, sometime. I remember the first time I saw him. That seems like so long ago. Man, I’m so happy how this turned out with you and me.” I paused, “So sad, so sad.” I fell asleep in the arms of my lover.
The next morning after Boris and Mike left for practice, I told Doc about Robert. He wasn’t surprised either. He wanted to be kept informed about funeral plans. He drove Zack into town to do some errands. I sat in my chair with my ankle wrapped. The swelling was going down. Walking was painful, as I picked up the ringing phone in the hall. After I said, “Hello,” I listened, stunned, to the official voice on the phone.
I returned to my chair in the bedroom and waited for Zack to return. I heard him in the kitchen, but he didn’t come into the bedroom immediately. I waited, deciding not to call to him in to tell him what I had heard. I thought about the old adage that bad things happen in threes. The news I had to tell him was terrible. Finally, he walked in and looked at me, “What’s wrong?”
“Sit down. While you were gone, we had a phone call with very bad news.” He sat quietly waiting, as I agonized about how to tell him. “Well, I don’t know how to tell you this, but your mom and your sister were killed. Apparently they were driving back from St. Louis, and some drunk hit them head-on.” His face went white, and I waited.
“What about her baby?”
“The officer didn’t say anything about a baby.”
“I gotta call grandma.” He sprinted out of the room and was gone only five minutes. “I got her husband. Apparently, she’s in shock, and can’t talk. He said that the baby is safe, because they left him in St. Louis Children’s Hospital for some tests. The guy told me to come quickly, so they can decide on funeral arrangements. I want you to come. And I don’t care what they think.”
We had never talked about what we would say to relatives about our relationship. I said, “OK, when are we leaving?”
“As soon as we pack. Bring your suit coat and tie. I want the funeral to get over quickly.” He started opening drawers and throwing clothes on the bed. I hobbled to my closet and pulled out a white shirt, my sports coat, black pants and two stripped ties. Zack brought my shaving stuff. I heard the back door open and went into the great room, thinking I would tell Doc what happened. I found Mike with Stephanie from the leaping class. I said, “Mike, Zack’s mom and sister were in a car crash. We have to go.”
“Are they OK?”
“Unfortunately, they were killed. We’re leaving right away. Will you tell Doc what happened?”
“Sure, do you have a phone number, ‘cause he’ll want details?”
“Zack has it. I’ll get it for you.” I hobbled into our bedroom. Zack was lying on the bed with his hands behind his back. “Are you ready? I need to leave a phone number for Doc.”
“On the pad by the phone.” Speaking loudly, Zack said, “Should I call my dad? I don’t even know where he is. I’ll call his brother, maybe he knows. I think I’ve got his number?”
When Zack returned from making the call, he told me that all his uncle knew was that his father was working somewhere in Florida. He didn’t have any suggestions for Zack. We loaded the Plymouth and started toward Decatur. I drove, as Zack said quietly, “I wonder what’s going to happen to the baby?”
“Isn’t he about 2 years old?”
“I think so, but I’m not sure.”
Three hours later, we arrived at a neat brick bungalow surrounded by shading elm trees. Two cars were parked in front of Zack’s grandmother’s house. Zack knocked. A man, I presumed to be her husband, answered. Seeing two guys, he wasn’t sure which one was Zack. He said to me, “Zack, I’m Jim” I motioned toward Zack. Jim opened the door. Grandma was sitting in an armchair and didn’t get up, as Zack walked over to her. He took her hand, and gave it a kiss. She didn’t move.
A plump lady, with frizzy white hair, wearing a flowered house dress, came in from the kitchen carrying a cup of tea. She said, “Helen, careful it’s hot.” Grandma took the saucer without looking at the woman.
After sitting down in front of grandma, she said to Zack, “I’m so sorry. Dorothy, your mother, was such a good person. I didn’t know Marcy very well. It’s really tragic. Do you have plans for the funeral? The funeral director has called several times, wanting to know if he should pick up the bodies from the morgue.”
Jim said, “Zack, I know this is not something you want to do, but you have to go identify the bodies. Your grandmother said, in no uncertain terms, that she would not do it.”
“Where do I go?”
“I have the number of the coroner’s office. I’ll call.” He wrote the address on the corner of an envelope, but gave us verbal driving directions. “They are open until 5.” I drove, and went inside with him. Zack, dutifully, identified the serene face of his mother and the badly bruised face of his sister. When we got back to the house, Zack asked if his father had been called. Jim said that they didn’t know how to reach him.
The next morning, Zack called Children’s Hospital in St. Louis to explain the situation. The nurse told Zack that the baby, Stanley, was fine. They would inform the doctor, as soon as he arrived to do his rounds, and ask him to call Zack. The myriad of details fell to Zack, because his grandmother sat stoically in her rocker unable to function. Zack discovered that his mother had limited money, which he couldn’t access because his name wasn’t on her account. Jim volunteered that he and Helen would fund the bare essentials. He was clear that they didn’t have the money to pay for a funeral. After we spoke to the funeral home and the cemetery, we were in shock at the cost of burying his mother and Marcy. We decided on cremation. When we told Grandma, she refused to consider that mother and Marcy wouldn’t be buried near her grave site in the Lutheran Cemetery.
I called the funeral director, who said he would find out about cemetery plots. Irritable, Zack snapped at everyone. I knew he was on overload. After conferring with the funeral director, I drove us to the Steak and Shake on U.S. Highway 40 for burgers and chocolate shakes. Zack still didn’t show any signs of sadness or grief, just irritability. I knew grief had to come, but I didn’t know when. A simple service was planned for Friday at the funeral home, with the Associate Pastor of Grace Lutheran presiding. The funeral director told us that he didn’t know whether the graves would be ready.
Zack, sitting at his grandmother’s dining room table, was writing information about his mother and sister for the pastor. A jarring telephone ring startled me. Jim picked it up and quietly said, “Zack, it’s your father.”
I saw Zack’s facial muscles become tense, as he got up. After a terse “Hello”, he listened. “It happened three days ago.” Pause. “The funeral will be Friday. Will you be here?” After a long pause, he said, “I need money, everything is so expensive. Baby’s fine.”
After another long pause, “So you aren’t coming to bury your only daughter?” His voice was cold. “Wire $5000 to Western Union today. Thanks for calling.” He hung up. “The shithead isn’t coming, but he’s paying for everything. We’ll go to Western Union tomorrow to get the money.”
Zack calmed down now that he knew there was money to pay for the funerals. Our next challenge was getting baby Stan. We didn’t know why he was in the hospital, or what was wrong with him. Zack had spoken to his doctor the day after the accident and was assured that the baby would be cared for until the family could come get him. On the Wednesday before the funeral, the hospital discharge office called to inform Zack that the baby had to be released to Illinois Children Services for foster care until the family was ready to take him. By Zack’s tone of voice, I knew he was angry, but he agreed that he would come, sign the discharge papers and collect the child.
On our trip to St. Louis, Zack began unwinding, sleeping most of the way. When we arrived at the hospital, we were told that Stan was admitted without insurance. The cashier gave us a bill for several thousands of dollars, which Zack planned to send to his father. A consultation with the doctor, told us that Stan had been admitted with a severe ear infection which was under control with antibiotics. He and the nurse instructed us to continue his drug regiment for one more week. Little Stan didn’t know us and cried for an hour, until he fell asleep in the back seat. Neither Zack nor I had any idea what babies ate, nor had either of us ever changed a diaper. Little Stan slept soundly for the remainder of the trip to Decatur. Zack wondered if his grandmother would be able to cope, mentally, with a constant reminder of her dead daughter and granddaughter. We would have to wait and see.
When Stan was back at Jim and Helen’s, he scoured the house looking for his mother. We told him as gently as we could that she wouldn’t be coming back. He lay on the floor crying for a long time before Zack picked him up and tried to calm him. I gave him a bowl of Cheerios, which he ate quickly and wanted more. We realized he was crying, not only because he missed his mother, but because he was hungry. Helen didn’t get out of her chair to help. Fortunately, one of the ladies from the church stopped by, and helped us change his diaper and get him ready for bed. She assured us, that she would come by regularly to check on him and Zack’s grandma. She told us she would come on Friday to look after Stan during the funeral.
The funeral service was held, without visitation, in a small room at the funeral home. Only twenty people attended, and most were Helen and Jim’s friends from church. Apparently Zack’s mother and Marcy hadn’t met many people since they moved to Decatur. The graves were ready so their bodies were buried immediately after the service.
On Saturday morning, Zack and I packed the car for the drive back to Normal. Zack gave Jim and the lady from church our phone number. We told Stan we were leaving, but we were sure he didn’t understand. We waited to leave until he was taking his nap. Zack had shown few signs of grief, but asked that I drive. We weren’t out of Decatur ten minutes, when he fell asleep. We stopped only once, to get gas and go to the toilet. As soon as we were back in the car, he went back to sleep.
We began practice, the week after we got back. Zack went through the motions, but spent many more hours than usual sleeping. The second week, he began to come around. I mentioned the conversation we had with Mike before we left, and he said, “Why not? But you arrange it. I don’t care.”
I was alone with Mike the following afternoon. “Are you and Stephanie an item?”
“She’s sweet, and she’s getting pretty good on the bar.”
I agreed, “So your desire to be with us is off?”
“Not at all. I didn’t want to bring it up, ‘cause Zack seemed so spaced out.”
“I guess it’s his way of grieving.”
“Is he really interested? Have you guys gotten into each other, since you’ve been back?”
“Yes, a couple of times. And, yes, it is rather mechanical. Maybe something different may help him.”
“Like my virginal trip into man-sex? I’m supposed to be his therapy?”
“Are you sure you want to do this? You’re straight, aren’t you?”
“How about gay-curious. Yes, Stephanie and I have had some good times together, and hopefully will again. You and Zack are different. If we do this threesome thing, I don’t want you to hold back on me. I guess you can say I just want to make sure I’m not gay.”
“So we’re supposed to be your therapy. Fuck you”, I said laughing. We agreed that he would come over after practice on Friday night for dinner and a sleepover. Zack and I had an extensive discussion about the Mike-encounter. That seemed to take Zack’s mind off of the tragedy. On Friday, Doc was away at a horse show and Boris was working.
When Mike arrived, Zack told him to go sit down in the great room, since dinner would be ready in a few minutes. Mike wanted to help. Zack told him that he was our guest and needed to do what we asked. He asked about a shower and I said, “There will be time for that.” He fidgeted nervously. I assured him he was in good hands. He smiled, and sat down to watch the 6 O’clock news. Boris had prepared most of the meal the day before, so Zack was simply warming things up. After we sat down, we ate quietly and quickly.
After the dishes were stacked, I invited Mike into our bedroom. He started to take off his shirt. Zack stopped him, “Remember you are our guest, and we will do everything for you.” He was nervously shifting from one foot to the other. I smiled at Zack when Mike wasn’t looking. I asked Mike to take off his shoes and socks. When he stood up, I moved in front of him and removed his T-shirt. Zack started rubbing Mike’s shorts. By the bulge, we knew he was excited. I unsnapped and unzipped his shorts and pulled them down with his boxers. He stood naked before us, He said, “Not fair. Look at me, hard as a rock.” I was impressed, not only with the length, but also his girth.
Zack said, “We need you to lie on the bathroom floor and grab your knees. We are going to clean you out. For your first time, we don’t want unwelcome smells.”
“Does it hurt?”
“No, it’s just an enema. Lay down.” He did as instructed, and we filled his cavity with warm soapy water.
As he sat on the toilet, Zack and I undressed, taking our turns with enema bag. Mike watched and didn’t speak. After all three of us were cleaned out, we turned on both shower heads full blast. We placed Mike between us. Zack washed his front and I washed his backside. I spent plenty of time on his butt and asshole. I let my finger slip in several times. He moaned, as Zack soaped his rock hard dick. We let him do the same to both of us. He was calm and patient. He wasn’t in a hurry. He didn’t hesitate to use his fingers. After drying off, he said, “I have only one rule. No kissing.”
Zack snapped, “You make no rules. You wanted the full experience. You must allow kissing.”
“OK, OK, but the thought of kissing a guy is repulsive to me.”
“We hear you. Let me check you out before we get in bed. Nice hairy chest.” I lifted his ball sack and separated it from his penis. Zack massaged his butt cheeks and, using Mike’s penis as a handle, turned him around. Zack got on his knees and kissed the end of his dick, before putting his mouth right on it. Mike gasped. Zack was doing an excellent job, but we didn’t want him to cum too quickly. I pulled Mike over to our bed, and told him to slide over to the middle. Zack got on his side of the bed and I climbed into mine. We began to stroke his chest and thighs, staying away from his mid-section. Zack moved in to kiss Mike, who kept his lips tightly closed. Zack didn’t force them open, but I knew that would be only a matter of time.
Mike, smiled and said, “Let me go first. I want to see what it feels like.” Zack and I had planned something different, but looked at each other and agreed to let him be the top. I put a condom on his rigid member, followed by ample lube.
I said, “I’m your victim, but you have to go slow.” He did as we told him, but what he didn’t know, was that Zack was ready to impale him, after he was snuggly inside of me. He moved cautiously, and popped inside my ring. He moved slowly. I knew he would go quickly, if I moved very much. I could see Zack getting behind Mike, and rubbing his dick up and down Mike’s crack. Suddenly Mike let out a scream. I knew Zack was where he planned to go.
“Mike, relax, the pain will be over soon.” We stopped all motion, as he adjusted to Zack’s member in his cavity. I pulled him into a kiss. He was more than willing to engage. His tongue was quick, as he brushed my teeth. Zack began to move in and out of Mike’s butt. Mike tried to move in unison with Zack. Miraculously, none of the three of us reached our climax. We proceeded slowly with our movements. Zack said, “Let’s change positions.” Mike didn’t disagree. This time I went into my lover, and Mike proceeded to bite gently on my nipples. That got me going, and before I knew what was happening, I shot inside Zack. He smiled and moved to my mouth to kiss me. Once again, we changed positions. This time, Mike went into Zack, who winced as Mike’s substantial member penetrated his butt. I had Zack’s dick in my hand and began to rub quickly, Mike pumped in and out anticipating Zack’s climax. Zack called out, “Oh my god, I’m coming before I wanted …” Zack shot up to my chest, as I kissed him passionately. Both of our lips reached Mike’s at the same time.
We didn’t rush to leave the bed, with Mike between us. We continued to fondle and kiss, before Mike said, “I gotta crap. In a hurry.” He bounded out of bed. We followed him into the bathroom, and turned on the shower. He joined us when he’d finished. “False alarm. Must have been Zack’s fucking me that set off a false alarm.” We laughed, as we lathered up, rinsed and dried off.
“You’re staying the night, aren’t you?” Zack asked.
“Sure, where do I sleep?”
“With us, because the night is young,” I added. “You can never predict what might happen in the dark.”
“Fine, by me. I really liked what we did. But I still like being with a girl.”
“OK by us. You’re a good fuck. Come over anytime.” We pulled on underwear, and went into the great room for a beer. Neither Doc nor Boris appeared, so the three of us went back to bed. When early light came, I could feel Mike’s woody planted in my crack. I guessed that Zack was spooned into Mike’s backside. I grabbed for Mike’s dick and gently squeezed, and he moaned. Mike pushed against me, as Zack lined up for entry into Mike. Mike squirmed, helping Zack enter him. I turned around, reached for the lube and got Mike ready. Zack and I got the rhythm going. Mike began to move with us. He was smiling at me, as he shot his load onto my chest. Zack continued, until he filled Mike’s cavity. Mike reached over and kissed me first, and then turned to Zack. “I could get used to kissing guys. Thank you for opening my eyes, and other parts of my body.” The sun, streaming through our window, accentuated his sweat- gleaming gymnast body, as he walked toward the john. He closed the door.
I moved over, and Zack took me into his arms. We kissed, and Zack said, “Well, that was fun. Can we do it again sometime?”
“Only if you say you want to. I hope you don’t want to leave me out.”
“No, but do you have anyone else in mind?”
“Not at the moment, but I’ll let you know.” Zack smiled, as Mike came back into the room.
“Guys, I’ll fix breakfast. Then, I’ve got to go. There’s a fraternity community service day I have to attend.” He didn’t bother to dress.
“Fine by us. Call us when breakfast’s ready.”
Dressed in our white underpants, we strode into the kitchen. Right behind Mike was Boris, who was naked and semi-hard. Mike looked at Boris. Mike’s wide-open eyes and stretched forehead told us that he couldn’t believe what he saw. He dropped the spatula. Recovering, he said, “Boris, for god’s sake, cover up that lethal weapon.”
“Didn’t know you a gay boy.”
“I’m not.” Pointing at Zack, he said, “Him and Randy are trying to make me gay.”
“He is practicing to be gay, but hasn’t passed the test yet.”
“What was last night, a pre-test?”
Boris didn’t dress, as the four of us ate scrambled eggs, bacon and toast with butter and jelly. Mike finished quickly, and got up to leave. “Hate to leave you with the dirty dishes. But the pledge master will have my ass, if I’m not there.” He rushed into our room to dress.
Boris inquired, “When he be gay?”
I said, “He was trying us out, like when you buy a new car. He’s not ready to buy.” Looking at Boris I could see he didn’t get the joke.
“He like Stephanie, yes.”
“Yes, he likes Stephanie, but he also liked getting his ass fucked.”
“OK, when I spin him, I won’t worry where my toes go anymore.” We laughed.