Must Have an Open Mind

2: What’s Next?

Josh

I have been so busy with school since the semester started three months ago. I haven’t had time to write anything. Anthony just left for work so I have the house totally to myself. Our daily routine has become predictable which keeps me sane even though we have had our moments. We agreed on who would do grocery shopping, who would cook and when and who was cleaning the bathrooms. As our cooking schedule has evolved, Anthony cooks Tuesday and Thursday, which are his nights off. Terrell helps him in the downstairs kitchen and we eat downstairs in front of the fireplace on foldout tables. Those nights we have our best meals because Anthony was turning into an accomplished chef.

Mark picked Friday night because he was pretty sure Lee would come over and order carryout Chinese for everyone. Mark’s kitchen skills could be described as ‘from the freezer into the microwave.’ Brent and Ricky were often away on Friday and Saturday nights working so they cooked chili or spaghetti with meat sauce on Monday and Wednesday. That left me to warm leftovers on Sunday night.

We have had a few colds but no one has had the flu. Terrell was the most vulnerable but so far, he has been healthy except for his reoccurring nightmares. I was pretty well wiped out at our little New Year’s Eve party when Mark asked me if Lee could come over regularly to stay with him. As I recall they hadn’t even slept together for the first time. I must have agreed because Lee was back every weekend and sometimes one or two times during the week. Poor Anthony never knew whether he would be sleeping in his room or the study room. He didn’t complain. Whether he was sleeping with Mark or alone, he was always on call for Terrell who would text him. Often twice a night I would hear the quiet alarm on Anthony’s phone and I knew he was being called.

One afternoon when only Anthony and I were in the house I asked him if he was OK with him and Terrell’s relationship. He smiled and said, “Which part?” I asked him if he was feeling taken advantage of by Terrell. He acted surprised. “He needs me and he is good for me. You think he is only calling when he’s having nightmares? Well, he’s not.”

“OK, you’ve got to tell me what you mean.”

“OK, but only if you keep it between us. The first time Terrell texted me, I responded quickly thinking he needed me. He did want me but for a different reason. He woke up after his nightmare with a raging hardon. He wanted me to sit on it and fuck myself while he watched with tears in his eyes. Quickly he came inside me and I came all over his chest. He licked off my cum and pulled me into a kiss. I was put off by his cummy kiss and left to return to my bed upstairs. About the third time after our midnight sex he asked me to sleep with him. He said he was afraid the nightmares would come back and, in fact, two hours later he was crying and biting his pillow. As soon as I put my hands on his face he calmed down. In the morning he said nothing, so I presumed he didn’t even know he had another nightmare.

“After a few more times of being pushed out of my bed by Lee I decided it was easier to sleep on a futon next to Terrell’s bed. Do you remember the morning you came down early to get into the hot tub?”

“Sure, I remember smiling at you as you rode up and down Terrell’s beer can dick.”

“I was into my ride and couldn’t speak. Remember we did speak when you came inside and got into Terrell’s shower to rinse off.”

“Yes, I remember when you pulled back the shower curtain and sat Terrell on his stool and got in the shower. It was tight for three but you sucked me and Terrell sucked you. It was fun.”

“Do you remember that I asked if we could get a bigger bed for Terrell and me? You said we could. What you don’t know is I asked Lee and Mark to buy the bed which Lee happily did. He admitted he felt bad pushing me out of my bed regularly. By the next weekend we had a queen size bed with pad, new sheets and pillows and a down comforter.”

“Can I be so bold to ask if Terrell ever lets you fuck him?”

“We have tried several times but hasn’t been very successful. Since his legs are like jelly, it is hard to get him into position and keep him there. Also, it seems his asshole doesn’t have much feeling, unlike his dick, which is like a lightning rod.”

“Well, if you ever want to top let me know.”

Anthony smiled, “I’ve got a few minutes, so what about now?” I pulled him into my bedroom. He pulled off my tee shirt and briefs and proceeded to suck me before pushing me onto my back and inserting his stiff member into my butt. I hadn’t had sex since Anthony and I got together when he first moved in, so I was pretty tight. Anthony went slowly and it was a good experience of physical, unromantic sex. He finally came, helped me get off before showering and jumping on his bike to ride to the bus stop.

Shortly after the new year Max, Brent’s father, was laid off because his company was sold to a company in Texas which decided to consolidate their operation in Des Monies. He and Brent’s mother put their Davenport house on the market and moved to Columbia in February. After a month-long search, Max found a job as foreman for a small steel fabricator. The job was below his skill level, but he was happy to be working as the construction season was ramping up. Even before he started, he was hired on as foreman for a major home builder. I was happy about that because I hoped he could help me get a summer job at the end of the semester. Max and Martha came to the house frequently even though Brent’s mom never undressed but didn’t seem to care about the swinging dicks.

If that wasn’t enough, we had another frequent visitor to the house. Brent and Ricky informed me after the semester started that their pianist friend, Charlene had transferred to Mizzou. They asked me if they could put her electric piano and their instruments in the basement to practice. They hoped to get work in Columbia similar to what they had in Davenport. They were considerate and practiced when the house was empty or only one or two were home. Charlene was a sweet, petite girl with long, straight black hair and an infectious smile. All three of them had pleasant singing voices but she did most of the vocals. Shortly after the trio reunited, they auditioned at a local supper club and were hired for gigs on Friday and Saturday nights.

As the weather got warmer the boys practiced barely dressed or completely naked. Charlene was at ease with both of them in their birthday suits and became more and more bold herself. When they were practicing, I would often sit on the downstairs sofa and listen. They weren’t the least bit concerned until Max dropped by one afternoon after work to talk to me. He came in without knocking and heard the combo. He came downstairs to find the three of them practicing. The boys were shocked and covered themselves instinctively as Charlene covered her tiny breasts. He said, “Don’t stop on my account. Can I listen?”

Brent said, “Only if you’re naked like us.” He got naked without a word and they continued to practice.

Max and I politely applauded when they were finishing. The three of them went upstairs as Max and I decided to go out to the hot tub. He still hadn’t said why he stopped by. Once we had a beer and were sitting in the warm swirling water he said, “Do you want to work for me this summer when the semester is over?” I nodded a happy ‘yes’.

Terrell

I drove off this afternoon leaving Josh sitting at the kitchen table with his laptop open. He said he was going to write something but didn’t say ‘what’. I decided without telling anyone including Anthony, that rather than go home over spring break I was going into the VA hospital for more psychological tests. My nightmares were getting more and more intense. Even with Anthony to hold me and calm me I didn’t seem to be getting better. I’m taking too many drugs and didn’t want to get addicted. After consulting with my psychiatrist, I agreed on intensive treatment for a week with monthly follow-ups . I told my doctor about my insatiable desire for sex. He listened and suggested an in-hospital stay to consider my options.

I have the best interim solution with Anthony sleeping with me, caring for me, cooking for me and fucking me. My physical therapy seems to be having some good effects, too.. My legs are getting stronger even though I can’t walk yet. I can get myself onto and off of the toilet and into and out of the shower. Anthony is available to help whenever I need him to and sometimes when I don’t.

One evening Brent was riding my big dick and Ricky was jacking off next to us. I had sex with the boys when Anthony wasn’t available. Both of them love to ride since neither of their dicks are anywhere as big as mine, but no matter which boy I’m fucking the other one is there watching and smiling. I like being of service. One evening, Anthony came home early from work, unexpectantly. He found Ricky cumming all over my chest. He watched with a stone face and started laughing. The three of us looked at him as he stripped off his clothes. He ordered Brent to lean over my bed and proceeded to ram his dick into his surprised butt. I wasn’t sure how I felt since it was alright for me to have sex with the boys, but not him. We talked later and he said he was happy to share me, but he wanted the same consideration. I was conflicted because I thought Anthony belonged to me. After considerable discussion we agreed I would tell him when I did someone else. Anthony remained my loyal, loving caregiver.

I told my psychiatrist that I loved having sex when others were watching. I told him that our big screen TV was outside my room and I left my door open so whoever wanted sex could come in. He listened and suggested that I had to decide why I liked being an exhibitionist.

The hospitalization lasted longer than I thought but my psychiatrist convinced me that missing a week of class was not as important as getting a handle on things. When I returned to the house, I was more relaxed. I had only one nightmare the entire two weeks I was in the hospital. Anthony was home waiting for me and had clean sheets and towels waiting for me. We made love the first night I was back and it was satisfying sex. He seemed to really care about me. However, one afternoon after class he didn’t come home as scheduled. I was worried but knew there had to be a good reason.

Mark

It was a rare Wednesday afternoon I returned from class without finding Lee’s car in the driveway. Only Terrell’s car was there which was somewhat of a surprise since I didn’t realize he had come home from the hospital. When I opened the front door, I could hear Terrell crying and screaming. I took the stairs in two giant leaps. I found Terrell lying on the floor with his wheel chair tipped over. I ran to him thinking he was hurt. He screamed at me, “Why, why, why the fuck, why?” I didn’t know what had happened. “He deserted me.” I threw my arms around him since I knew that’s what Anthony did to calm Terrell. He tried to wrench himself away. I held tightly.

Minutes later Josh came running down the stairs because he heard the screams. I looked at him and said, “I don’t know what happened. I found him on the floor screaming but he doesn’t seem hurt.” Terrell threw his cell phone at Josh. He caught it and looked at the text message, “It said ‘Call the police’.” Terrell was not coherent. Josh dialed 911 and walked into Terrell’s room. I couldn’t hear what was being said. Terrell calmed down but started weeping. Josh was talking for what seemed like a long time to someone. When he returned he was ghostly white. All he said was, ‘Anthony’s dead.’ I immediately focused on Terrell and wondered if he knew or just suspected. He suddenly fell limp against my shoulder. I wasn’t sure whether he passed out or fell asleep. Josh said, ‘Stay with him. I don’t want him to hurt himself. I’m going upstairs to call his sister.’ I was crying as I lifted him off of the floor and was surprised how light he was. I laid him on his bed and pulled a chair up beside him. I held his hand as he couldn’t stop crying and fell asleep. I felt so sad for him.

I sat with him for an hour wondering what was happening. When Josh returned, he motioned for me to leave Terrell’s bedside and come talk to him. He reported that the police said Anthony was run over by a dump truck. We knew how excited Anthony had been two weeks before when he rode home on a used Vespa he bought. He said he felt so much freer with motorized wheels.

According to Josh, the truck driver told the police that Anthony seemed to lose control on the wet pavement. The heavily loaded dump truck ran over him and he was pronounced dead at the scene. The police said the traumatized truck driver said Anthony seemed to fall right into his path and he couldn’t avoid him. Everyone in the house was devastated, especially Terrell. He became more demanding and belligerent. It was obvious that he was going to crash and burn if we didn’t do something. No one likes to take care of an angry patient, which Terrell had become.

After the funeral the house was left with one less renter. Even though Josh was ahead of mortgage and tax escrow, I suggested we contact the nursing school to see if a student nurse wanted a job which provided free rent. Josh interviewed a couple and hired an African American former Army medic . He was welcomed and told he had to follow the same house rules like everyone else. Javal had experience caring for returning veterans who were suffering from PTSD. We didn’t just get Javal, but his many friends became part of our life as well. We had to make some adjustments. Terrell reported that Javal was not as willing to ride his big member on demand as Anthony was. However, and more importantly, Terrell liked him. I believe Terrell really loved Anthony but could not figure out how to show him emotional love. Will he ever let himself be vulnerable like I have been with Lee, I wonder?

Josh

The day of the accident is still a blur. After I got off of the cell phone call with the police, I had to decide what to do. Apparently, Terrell was listed on Anthony’s driver’s license as the person to call in an emergency rather than his sister or parents. It was obvious Terrell was not in any condition to do anything. It fell to me to call his sister because hers was the only cell phone number I had. I got her voice message and asked that she call me immediately. I tried to sound calm on the voice mail message. I paced for half an hour before I heard her cheery voice say, ‘Josh, you called?’. When I told her what had happened all she said was ‘shit.’ I was surprised and didn’t know what to say next. She followed on, ‘Goddamn, Josh will you call my parents?’ Knowing how indifferent his father had been when I met him, I wasn’t expecting a sympathetic response. I didn’t reach Anthony’s father when my call was answered, so I spoke to his mother. Her response was, as I predicted, “Stupid boy, now we have to pay for a funeral. Damn.” I was happy to hang up.

The funeral took place two days later on Saturday morning. All of us attended. The attendees were our group, the owner of the pizza restaurant and a few co-workers and his former girlfriend. We sat behind his parents and both sets of grandparents. None of them seemed happy to see the others. I spoke briefly to his sister and her husband as they were walking out. There was no graveside service since his body was going to be cremated. I was informed by his father that they didn’t want Anthony’s ashes. He told me the ashes would be sent to me to do with whatever I wanted to. I didn’t say ‘no’.

I was busy with school, but tolerated Javal who was messy and played loud Hip-Hop music. Terrell’s anger continued unabated. He continued his treatment at the VA hospital but even with increased medication his PTSD didn’t seem to change. One warm May night, I got home late after working on the construction site to find Javal and six other boys and girls having a pool party. I knew Javal was heavy into drugs and immediately called him aside and told him to get out. He called me a racist. I stood my ground and waited for Javal to tell his friends to leave. Terrell was out. When he returned I told him what had happened. He said he wasn’t surprised and told me he had decided to leave school and go into a comprehensive rehab center. He said he frightened himself. I was happy he made the decision. I told him I would be happy to have him back, hopefully, in the fall.

While I had two less renters, I wasn’t worried since Lee had been contributing $300 a month like the others. My house account was ahead. Initially, I picked up Anthony’s cooking duties on Tuesday and Thursday nights. The days were getting warmer and the mood in the house was getting back to normal. I didn’t realize what a big role Anthony had created in the chemistry of the house. There was a big, empty hole. The semester was drawing to a close and we each discussed summer plans. Mark and Lee were traveling to Hong Kong, to visit relatives before trekking in Australia. They definitely wanted to return in the fall and agreed to pay their full share of the rent for the three summer months even if I rented their room. I had no plans to do that but appreciated the offer.

Brent and Ricky

Anthony’s death was definitely the defining moment of the spring semester. While we attended the funeral, Josh handled the gory details and dealt with Anthony’s less than loving family. I am so happy that Ricky and I had my parents. Since the day dad caught us practicing in the nude, he has come by often to listen to us and give constructive comments. I honestly thought he liked to look at our young shapely bodies whether it be Ricky, me or Charlene. Even around the time of Anthony’s funeral we didn’t stop playing at the supper club. The owners were more than pleased and asked us to continue all summer but we told them we had to make more money. They understood and hoped we would play again in the fall. We had substantially increased their bar business and had many regulars who came out on Friday and Saturday nights.

The Friday night immediately after Anthony’s funeral a tall, handsome, older man with groomed grey hair approached Charlene during one of our breaks. He wasn’t a regular. Ricky was in the bathroom and I was talking to one of our regulars so I couldn’t hear what she and the man were talking about. After we finished our last set the gentleman joined us by the piano. He bought us each a glass of white wine even though we weren’t twenty-one. He introduced himself as Jason Schmidt. He asked if we might be interested in playing at a resort at the Lake of the Ozarks for the summer. We asked for more details which he couldn’t provide, but said he would have someone from the resort call our agent.

Charlene identified her step sister, Jacques, as our agent. He continued, “I will propose to the activities manager that you perform this summer at Tan-Tar-A at the lake. You folks are really talented. I assume you are in school here in Columbia.” We confirmed that we were. Charlene took his card and told him we would alert our agent. He stood and warmly hugged each of us which I thought was a bit strange. He left a $100 bill in the tip vase.

We were pleased but professional until he walked away. Noisily we were all talking about really getting such a gig. Charlene got her cell phone and dialed her sister in Des Moines to inform her she had become our agent. Charlene and she agreed to talk in the morning so Charlene could tell her what an agent does. We were like three giddy kids and ordered a second glass of wine. Several days later, Jacques called Charlene to tell her Brent was going to get a call from the activities manager at Marriott’s Tan-Tar-A at the Lake of the Ozarks. The fellow told Brent he was driving up to Columbia the following Saturday night to hear the trio. He arrived as announced and was met by Jacques who greeted him since we were already performing. During the first break, we were introduced. He told us he wanted to grab some dinner and would return to speak to us when we were finished.

We were about half way through the second set when he returned and politely listened until we were finished. He invited the four of us to sit with him. He ordered a drink while we had water since we had one set to go. He explained what Jacques had already told us about a contract to perform, starting Memorial Day weekend and going through Labor Day. We would perform two sets per night in the small, intimate lounge called The Dingy Bar. He said that they preferred that Charlene play their baby grand piano, which was fine with her. He said we would perform four nights a week – Thursday through Sunday nights plus the three holidays. The contract called for pay of $3000 per month plus any tips we received. Jacques inquired about living arrangements. He said the resort had limited employee accommodations but recommended a real estate agent to see about a summer rental.

Before he finished there was some small talk. I finally asked the activities manager about Mr. Schmidt. “Did you find out about us from Mr. Schmidt?”

“Yes. Mr. Schmidt was one of the original investors when the resort was built and now is a home owner in the Estates which is an exclusive enclave near Tan-Tar-A. I understand he was in Columbia discussing a major construction project with the contractor. Someone recommended that he have dinner at this supper club. That’s when he saw you.” I looked at Ricky and we smiled at each other. I knew my Dad and Josh had some construction work starting at the Lake of the Ozarks. I didn’t care how we got the job. I was just happy we had it. When I told Josh about our good fortune, he agreed to charge us half rent for the three months

With the help of a real estate agent we were able to find a small, dated, furnished, two- bedroom apartment not too far from work. We played our last night at the supper club and were provided a free dinner by the owners. They hoped we would come back in the fall. The next morning, we packed the Highlander with new resort clothes that we thought we would need plus some casual clothes for our days off. Jacques was going to be living with us, too. We played Memorial Day weekend, then the following Thursday night. From the first night, the activities manager was pleased because we kept people in the bar longer. Our tips were substantial.

The following Thursday night, Mr. Schmidt was sitting with two distinctive, handsome older men. When they got up to leave, he left a $100 bill in the tip jar and said he would see us the following day. The next night he returned with Dad and Josh. They were doing work at his house. We had seen them once and knew they were staying in the area. Mr. Schmidt sheepishly approached me during our first break. What he said shocked me, “Brent, don’t look surprised when I ask you something.” I stood waiting until he said, “I heard from Max that you live in a clothing optional house and the trio practices naked. I’d like you to play at my birthday party that way.” I looked at my father skeptically and he smiled. After discussing with Ricky, Jacques and Charlene, we agreed that Jacques had to be invited. I told Mr. Schmidt and he happily agreed to our condition. He told us the date of the party which conflicted with one our nights at the resort. He assured me that he would get permission from the management for us to take the night off.

He invited us over to see his house and decide where to set up the combo. We drove over several afternoons later, we had Charlene’s electric piano and my extra electric bass which we would leave. We would have to bring Ricky’s drum set over the day of the performance since it’s the only one we had. When we drove into the circular driveway we were dumfounded at the magnificence of the exterior. The facade of stone and timber stretched skyward. We rang the doorbell, Mr. Schmidt answered and invited us in. We could hear hammering and drilling but didn’t see anyone. Mr. Schmidt indicated that he preferred that we play poolside if the weather permitted. We agreed on the location.

Our view was hundreds of feet above the water and totally private. He showed us our dressing room which was a small room behind the kitchen that we concluded was servant’s quarters. As we were walking toward the front door to leave, Dad came into view wearing nothing but dusty work boots. I could see Josh’s handsome butt, bent over doing something. We waved but didn’t speak.

As we stood in the entry way Mr. Schmidt gave us a few more party details. He said to Charlene and Jacques, “You will be the only female guests.”

Jacques said, “If my presence is going to disturb, I won’t come”

“No, that’s not, what I mean. The invited guests will be two dozen rich, naked men plus I invited Max and Josh. You may have only them to speak with. It is also important if you see something shocking you act like you didn’t.”

Charlene laughed, “Mr. Schmidt, I spent a lot of time at Josh’s house. I have seen it all. The only thing different is the age of the victims, I mean guests.” We all laughed.

The first of two parties at Mr. Schmidt’s was on the Sunday before the July 4th holiday. There was lavish food and plenty to drink. The naked combo played and several couples danced. I was aware as was Ricky and Charlene of sex play in the pool but we kept performing. We were paid $1000 and invited to play one additional party in August before we returned to Columbia. After the party we saw my Dad and Max occasionally. They finished Mr. Schmidt’s project and went on to more conventional construction.

Since we had our days to ourselves and only rehearsed new material, the trio and Jacques decided to get a gym membership at the LA Fitness in Camdenton. We went three days a week for bodybuilding and weight training so we didn’t continue to look like 100-pound weaklings. We hired a guy to coach our group. He was inexpensive but curious about the four of us. We explained our job at the resort and he said he wanted to come by and hear us. Jacques invited him to come on a Thursday night knowing the bar wouldn’t be too busy. When we saw him Friday, he told us how great we were. He came with friends at other times. After the third week of our bruising workouts he said quietly as we got ready to leave, “You aren’t the naked trio who played for that party?.” I blushed but Jacques said, “Yes, they are but that’s our secret, right?”

He stammered, “My friend was one of the naked bartenders at the party. He’s a part-time stripper and will take his clothes off for men or women. He mentioned that there was a young trio that played. When I saw you at The Dingy bar, I assumed it was you. “Do you have any interest in coming to a swinger’s party.”

Ricky snapped, “Brent and I are partners. We don’t swing. The girls can speak for themselves.”

Jacques surprised not only Ricky and me but also Charlene when she said, “I swing both ways, when is the party?

“I’ll get you the address. You’re invited and everyone can do their own thing.” He left and Ricky and I looked at Jacques with our mouths open. Two weeks later we found ourselves on a Sunday afternoon at a lovely home directly on the lake with a fenced in back yard pool. There were naked men and women of all sizes and shapes. Jacques disappeared into the house and we didn’t see her for several hours. There were a couple of cute gay boys we spoke with briefly, but we indicated we weren’t interested in a three way so they moved on. Charlene struck up a conversation with an attractive woman with long blond hair and a completely tanned body. They were engaged in conversation pool side for most of the party. Ricky and I were curious but only interrupted them to offer drinks and food.

On the drive back, Ricky said, “OK, what made that woman so interesting?”

“She and I have so much in common. She is a physical education teacher at Stephens College. We’re going to get together after school starts.”

“What is this ‘get together’?”

“Just what I said.” She paused, “I’m going to ask Josh if we can rent in the house.”

“Shit, no, accidental vulgarity. We can’t have bras and panties all over the place.”

“OK, we won’t wear any.” We all laughed but I knew Josh would never agree.”

Josh

To say I have made my life difficult is a bit of an understatement. Max and I have been carrying on as high school kids experimenting with sex for the first time. I mentioned that Max offered me a job with his construction firm when last semester was over. I needed to work to keep up with the mortgage and pay for school. I started in early May after finals. For the first few weeks we worked in Columbia on home remodeling projects. The trio moved to the Lake of the Ozarks to perform in a lounge at a resort. Max and Martha still had their small one bedroom apartment on the east side. The house was empty because Mark and Lee had flown off and Terrell was in the hospital.

One afternoon I pulled in the driveway, walked to the mail box by the road and walked into the house. I noticed a letter from the City of Columbia building office and several other advertisements. I put the mail on the kitchen counter as Max walked in. He and I walked down the basement stairs. We were ripe with sweat. I said to Max, “Do you want to shower and get in the pool. You go first and I’ll get us a beer.”

He stripped off his clothes. He had a glorious, hairy body. His torso was tight and his dick drooped down when his briefs came off. He seemed to linger so I could admire his tight ass. He took the beer from me and walked into Terrell’s bathroom. I was patient but thought how much fun we could have in the shower. I had decided I wasn’t going to be the reason Martha and Max split up. I was sure Brent would leave if he thought I was the reason his mom and dad divorced. Max came out a few minutes later and opened the door that led out to the pool. All he said was, ‘See you in a few minutes.’

I was in and out of the shower in minutes and walked swiftly toward the pool not even bothering to dry myself. I stepped down the ladder into the pool as Max stood with his arms over the edge holding his beer can. The first words out of his mouth were, “Josh, Martha and I have decided not to be together this summer. She is leaving for Michigan.”

“Are you officially separating?” I was well aware of the marital issues. “Are you going to tell Brent?”

“No, to both of your questions. We need some time apart. Brent, Ricky and Charlene are doing their own thing and probably won’t even notice. I told Martha I would ask you to rent a room so we can get out of our dumpy apartment. I told her we would look for something in the fall.”

“You know I have plenty of room either downstairs or upstairs. You don’t need to pay rent. You got me my job and that’s rent enough.” Max was suggestively rubbing his dick but I wasn’t going to respond to what was an obvious come on. Max continued, “I’m sure we won’t be here very much. My boss told me he wanted me to manage that big reno project at the Lake. Don’t you remember, I told you about it? He said the job included some money for expenses. I told him I wanted you, Jerry and Matt for the team. He said he’d think about it.”

I was so horny I excused myself to go to the bathroom. I had to get off. Max followed me and peed with me as I chubbed up. He said smiling, “Can I help you?” I didn’t respond as he grabbed my dick and began to pump. I didn’t reciprocate immediately as he got bigger and bigger. I relented and we both shot on each other’s leg and foot. That is how summer started.

Max moved in over Memorial Day weekend and decided to take Terrell’s room. I helped him pack their furniture and kitchen items into the empty side of my garage. By the end of the week we finished our work in Columbia. We drove my F150 to the Lake to see Brent’s trio perform and check out short term rentals. We met Mr. Schmidt and agreed on a start day for the project. Brent and the others were surprised when we showed up at the lounge during their first set. I was impressed by how much they had improved since they started rehearsing in the basement. They were happy to see us and asked why we were there. Brent seemed unusually nervous seeing us together. Neither Max nor I said anything about his split with Martha. They got a break and enough time to have dinner with us. Brent seemed to calm down as we chatted.

We started the work the next week. We had to stay in a motel since we hadn’t found anything else. Mr. Schmidt described the work he wanted done on the lower level of his spacious estate. He wanted to open up the space which required completely gutting the existing walls and bathroom so he could put in a massive movie theater and bar next to what would be a second master suite. Max called our boss and told him the job only required Max and me. The boss was happy because he had plenty for Jerry and Matt to do.

On one of our breaks the first day Max mentioned to Mr. Schmidt that his son and friends were performing at Tan-Tar-A. Mr. Schmidt smiled and told us he had heard the trio. He invited us to join him one night for dinner and a stop at the lounge. The demolition was dusty, dirty work. We had to shut off the air conditioner so our work space was stifling.

We had noticed Mr. Schmidt was usually naked or barely dressed and totally tanned. He came down one morning when the temperature was predicted to be close to 100 degrees. He told us to undress if we wanted to. We stripped except for our work boots and continued to clean out the debris.

On the third afternoon Mr. Schmidt came down to check on things and was pleased with our progress. We were dirty and sweaty. He invited us to shower and join him in the hot tub. We were surprised and declined. He insisted. I knew we were going to have to put our dirty work clothes on and tried again to turn down the invitation but he wouldn’t let us. He said, “I have some old work out shorts and tee shirts you can wear back to your place.

He had a big smile as we got in the hot tub, “Sorry if I surprised you but I wanted to share a coincidence with you. I’m the reason your son’s trio is playing at Tan-Tar-A. When I came to Columbia and hired your construction firm, I had the opportunity to hear them at the supper club. I seem to remember you recommended I go there. They are really talented. I talked to the resort activities manager about them. He went to Columbia to hear them and offered them the gig. I didn’t realize that Brent was your son. I overheard you two discussing finding renters for your clothing optional house. I approached Brent and asked him if the trio would play for my naked birthday party. They agreed and were over yesterday to check out the set up for a party. I don’t think you noticed but they saw you two working away.

“We were naked.”

“Yes, but Brent said you were that way at home. He even admitted that the trio actually practiced at Josh’s place au natural.”

“Brent told you that?”

“Yes, so I would like to invite you to the party. I happen to belong to a group of male naturists in mid-Missouri. I always have a summer party for twenty to thirty men. The kids agreed to perform as long as their manager could come. Do you know her?”

“Yes, she is Charlene’s sister.”

“I’m concerned she won’t have anyone to talk to you since she would be the only woman except Charlene.”

Max said, “Thanks for inviting us. I am not usually naked with my son and his boyfriend. If it’s OK with him we’ll be there?”

“I didn’t think of that. I’ll check with him.”

“I doubt that he’ll care but I would appreciate it you ask him.”

The party took place immediately before the July 4th holiday. The group was generally older, fit men who were comfortable in their bodies. I was aware of playing going on in the dark corners outside. Since the renovation was not complete most of the activities centered around the pool and hot tub. Charlene and Jacques decided with Mr. Schmidt’s approval to wear black panties. The party had two naked bartenders.

After the party we didn’t see the trio again. We finished our work at Mr. Schmidt’s and moved on to another project at another gigantic lake house. Max and I shared a motel room as did our other team members, Terry and Matt. Our night time activities included every conceivable sex act you could imagine. We even tried bondage which I didn’t like. The more time I spent with Max, the more time I wanted to spend with him. I dreaded the day when we were going to have to tell Brent. I told Max he needed to meet with Brent and tell him after Martha called Max and told him she wasn’t coming back.

Brent and Ricky

When we got back to our rental last night Brent’s cell phone had a text message from his mother asking him to call. He went into our bedroom and called her even though it was late. He was gone a long time and when he came out his eyes were red and I could tell he was angry. I didn’t say anything immediately. He dropped his beautiful body onto the sofa where I was sitting watching late night television. Charlene and Jacques had gone to bed.

I waited for him to say something because I knew I couldn’t force him to talk if he didn’t want to. I was curious what his mother had said to him to make him so angry. Finally, he said, “I should have known it was going to happen.”

“What?”

“She and Dad split. She’s living in Michigan with her sister. She told me she got a job in the school system as a speech specialist. She’s not coming back to Columbia. She told me Dad had moved into Josh’s. She suspects he’s having an affair.”

“With a woman?”

“She didn’t say but she didn’t seem too upset. Her saying that got me wondering if the affair might be with someone we know well.”

“You mean you think Josh and your Dad have hooked up.”

“Did you notice them at Mr. Schmidt’s party. They seemed pretty chummy.”

“I didn’t pay much attention but I wouldn’t be surprised. You know when we saw them working naked at Mr. Schmidt’s. That was pretty strange.”

Brent continued, “We’ll deal with this when we get back to Columbia. I don’t know if they have finished their work on that other house.” We finished up at Tan-Tar-A on Labor Day and already had the cars packed for the trip back to Columbia. Brent and I stopped by Mr. Schmidt’s to thank him for introducing us to the activity’s manager. We were happy to have almost $5000 in our joint bank account. He invited us to join him in the hot tub which we did even though it was only ten in the morning. He pulled both of us up close to him and squeezed our shoulders. He told us how much he had enjoyed having us around this summer and invited us to join him on his boat in Ft. Lauderdale whenever we had a vacation. He is a sweet fellow who Brent and I really liked. He playfully pulled my dick with his left hand and did the same to Brent with his right hand and smiled and said, “Maybe later.”

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