Must Have an Open Mind

3: A New Semester

Josh

We finished with the third renovation in early September. I missed the orientation session for the school of engineering but nothing else. The boys arrived back at the house before we did. Mark and Lee returned from their trip to Hong Kong and New Zealand, not Australia, about a week before. I knew I had a big problem to deal with but couldn’t do anything until I got back to Columbia. Over the course of the summer Mrs. White, our next-door neighbor, gathered up the mail and sent a UPS packet when she thought something looked important. In her last packet the top letter which I couldn’t miss in big printed letters said ‘Final Notice’. It was from the City of Columbia building inspection department. I vaguely remembered the letter that arrived before we left for the lake. I don’t remember opening it and suspected it was still on the kitchen counter.

In the dim light of the motel room I sat on the bed and tore open the envelope. In formal legal language the letter stated that the department had received a complaint about my allegedly, unprotected, illegally installed above ground pool. I immediately suspected Javal, Terrell’s nurse, but I had no proof. I suspected he didn’t go away quietly. His expulsion had unexpected repercussions. The city building department directed me to fence the pool area ostensively to prevent children from falling in, even though there weren’t children for hundreds of yards. The letter stated that the pool structure was condemned unless a major fine was paid and the required work was done to bring it up to code. Otherwise, I was directed to remove the pool immediately.

I shared the information with Max. We decided to close the pool because we didn’t have the money for the fine or the fence. The letter directed me to contact the building commission office immediately. I called and explained to the secretary that I would return to Columbia in a couple of weeks and would deal with the matter at that time. She listened and said she would explain the situation to the building inspector and he would call if there were problems. He did not call.

When we got back to Columbia, on Friday we had our first group dinner which Max didn’t attend. I shared with the group the contents of the letter from the city. I apologized, but said I was going to have to close the pool. Lee volunteered that he would have his father pay for a privacy fence and an in-ground pool. I knew Lee loved being in the pool but was shocked at his offer. Lee said, “Josh, don’t worry about the cost. I’m so thankful you guys welcomed me. I love Mark and we couldn’t be happier.”

I got two bids from contractors and told Lee that the two projects could cost in the range of $30,000. Lee said that wasn’t a problem. The $30,000 check arrived so the pool contractor could begin. I delayed the fence construction.

Several days later Mark informed me that he had seen Mrs. Smith and informed her that the fence would be built. I was pleased that I wouldn’t have to call her anymore when I was mowing the lawn. Mark explained what the city had said. She told me that she never minded seeing cute young guys frolicking around naked, but informed him that she was selling her house. She said having the fence would be best under the circumstances. I called and assured her she was always welcome to come over. She was gracious but said she was moving closer to her son in St. Petersburg, Florida.

Brent and Ricky

I have taken over writing even though Brent speaks for us. I thought I would be reporting that Brent blew up at his dad when he saw him the evening we got back to Columbia. It didn’t happen. We were having a conversation between the three of us on the pool deck when Brent said, “Mom called last week and told me that you two have split.”

“Only for the summer,” Max said looking surprised.

“She suspects you’re having an affair.” He didn’t say more and seemed to wait for his Dad to respond. There was an awkward silence and I volunteered to let them talk in private. Brent said sharply, “You’re as much a part of our family as I am. You stay.”

Max said sheepishly, “Well, yes, I have been having an affair of sorts…”

“With Josh, right?”

“Yes. I really like him and I think he likes me. I have rented the basement bedroom but I can find someplace else if you would like. This is really your home. I don’t want to get in your way.”

“No, stay. Just don’t scream when you’re fucking him,” Brent said sarcastically. He was comfortable making his Dad uncomfortable. “Are you going to sleep in his room?”

Max seemed to regain his composure, “That depends on what you’re comfortable with.”

“Sleep wherever you want to. We’re adults. Know that our door is always open. Our lovemaking is pretty public.” The sarcasm was heavy, “You might see my bare butt in the air from time to time.”

Josh pushed the door open and said, “Ready for a beer.” He had four in his hand. “Am I interrupting a family discussion?”

“Come out. Our conversation involves you. Brent has spoken to his mother.”

“Is everything alright?”

Brent snapped, “Ricky and I are fine with my Dad fucking you as long as you don’t scream.” I was insulted at his tone. He was angry and the sarcasm was his way of masking it. My cell phone rang and I looked at the screen. It was Mr. Schmidt but I decided to let it go to my answering machine. I took a drink of beer waiting for someone to say something.

Brent changed the subject when he said, “I auditioned for a musical production of Les Miserable and was selected to play Jean Valjean.” He has a rich tenor voice so I wasn’t surprised. He continued, “I’m going to be busy with rehearsals, but we’re going to play at the restaurant even if we didn’t have time to practice.”

Our conversation on the deck ended when I said, “I’ve got to return Jason Schmidt’s call.” I pushed my chair back and got up relieved that the conversation between Brent and his Dad had gone as well as it had.

As I stood up to leave Josh said, “I had an interesting conversation with Charlene. I need your input. She and her girlfriend want to move in. What do you think?”

“Have you met the girl?”

“No, Charlene, said she would like to invite her to come over and meet me.”

I said, “She told us she might ask you. We told her we didn’t know what you would say. You know she isn’t shy.”

“I’ll meet the girls and let you know what I think.”

“I wouldn’t call the woman a girl. I think their age difference is similar to you and Max’s.” I walked inside to call Jason for what turned out to be a puzzling conversation. Jason told me he was coming to Columbia and wanted to stay with us. Since the basement room was probably going to be empty, at least a little longer, I told him I would ask Josh and call him back. Josh had no problem. When I told Brent he said, “Interesting, I wonder what he wants other than to be in bed with you or me or both of us.”

“He has a great body for a grandfather and he has plenty of money.”

“Is he coming soon?”

“Friday.”

Mark

Fucking Lee, necessary swearing. Not only did he fund construction of Josh’s new swimming pool and fence he decided to move to Columbia full time. Even though he was in his final year at Westminster he wanted to live with me. I was worried that driving back and forth he would drive his Corvette crazy and hurt himself or someone else. Lee’s a big baby. I do everything for him but I enjoy the luxury of being with someone who has more money than God. He loves to spend it on us. I have new clothes, a new computer and he even wants to buy me a new car. I have refused that gift so far.

He has the smoothest body with almost no body hair. I love being in bed with him as we snuggle and fuck. He is my bottom because his Asian dick is small. Both of us love our positions. We recently returned from two months in Hong Kong and New Zealand. Gawd, what a beautiful country. On our flight to New Zealand we were in business class and served by a gorgeous Asian flight attendant called Hank. He was taller than Lee but had the same smooth skin as Lee. He invited us to stay with him and his Caucasian partner, Gerald, who was a photographer. Gerald snapped pictures of both of us while we were sleeping. He gave us copies of the pictures and put a complete set on a stick for us to have.

We stayed with them for four days. Hank and Gerald own a lovely home about ten minutes outside of Christ Church. It had two, two bedroom suites – one on each side of the house. Both suites opened onto the kitchen great room with a spectacular view over their pool. Clothing was not necessary because of their unique privacy fence.

When we left their house, we changed our plans. Instead of hiking we decided to drive to Wellington and then fly over to Milford Sound. The sound was majestic surrounded by snow covered peaks. From Wellington we drove over the mountains to the mysteriously blue Franz Josef Glacier before returning to Christchurch. Lee convinced me that we had to try bungee jumping in the gorge where the sport was invented. I agreed and, my Gawd, what a rush plunging off the platform into thin air. The air whistled by my ears as I flew to what I knew was going to be my emanate death. Lee agreed with me that bungee jumping was the ultimate rush. The entire trip seemed to be over instantly.

We returned to Columbia after a short stop in San Francisco to see Lee’s father and uncle who was ill with cancer. About a week later we got together with our other roommates for the first dinner after school started. Josh broke the news about the city’s requirement that he build a fence and close the pool. Lee jumped in and volunteered to fund the project. He suggested that we use the fence design we saw in New Zealand. Josh told us the price tag in a couple of days and construction of the in- ground pool started the same week. Finding someone who could construct the fence the way that Lee wanted it and the way the city would approve took some time. That was good because the backyard was a mess all of September. Around the first of October the pool was filled with water to keep the walls from collapsing. Josh decided we would have a grand opening in the spring after the fence was complete, the landscaping put in and the weather was warmer.

I couldn’t wait to get school finished because Lee and I had decided to move to New York. He wanted to work for a computer gaming design firm that I suspected his family owned. I wanted to get my masters at Columbia so I could get a job with one of the mutual fund companies. I studied diligently hoping to have the grades necessary for admission to Columbia University graduate school. Having Lee in bed with me every night meant we didn’t have to rush to have sex before we went to sleep. I loved having him with me.

Josh

The expression goes that bad things happen in threes. However, for me it turned out that three good things happened the week after our first dinner. Terrell called and asked if he could move back into his room. I figured convincing Brent that it was necessary for his Dad to move into my bed would be easier than having his Dad do it. Brent always liked Terrell. I was sure he would be happy to have him back.

Next Charlene came over with her girlfriend, Ellen, who was a tough, muscular, buxom woman in her mid-thirties totally dressed in black. I sat at the kitchen table alone even though the boys were in their room. The boys came out in their underwear to greet Charlene but quickly excused themselves because they knew I was going to reject the idea of the two females moving in. I was going to be careful how I phrased my rejection because I didn’t want a discrimination claim. As it turned out the girls made a decision to move into a new apartment near Stephens College. All Charlene asked was could they be on our guest list for the pool opening. I said “Yes, of course. You know the dress code.”

Ellen snapped, “You provide the dicks we’ll provide the cunts.” She laughed a cackling laugh that would have completely annoyed me if I had to hear it every day. Charlene did surprise me when she told me that she and the boys had decided to give up the restaurant gig on a regular basis. They informed the owners who were disappointed but understood. I was disappointed because I loved to sit and listen to them practice. They were so cute together.

The third and best thing that happened was receiving a call from Carlos. Carlos worked with Anthony at the pizza restaurant. He almost whispered that he was looking for a place to stay even though he wasn’t a student. I told him the house rules and Carlos asked if he could see the house. I suspected Carlos wasn’t a citizen but hoped he wasn’t undocumented. I invited him to come out. Carlos was a plumpish, quiet Hispanic fellow. I explained the situation with Terrell. Carlos immediately said he would be happy to care for Terrell when he returned. I was happy. Terrell’ green Chevy was back in our driveway by the weekend and Carlos became his caregiver. Not only was he gentle with the sometimes abusive Terrell, Carlos was a willing sex partner to appease Terrell’s sexual appetite. Carlos was a sweet fellow but more importantly he was a great cook.

Ricky and Brent

It was a good decision to give our combo a break. Brent was so busy with the musical. Charlene seemed to have lost interest because she and Ellen are always doing something with the girls. I was taking a music composition class that I really liked. I decided to play string bass in the orchestra which rehearsed twice a week. I met the cutest, red headed freshman trumpet player named Sean. He sported a reddish, closely cut beard and had bushy reddish hair. He came over to me during a break the first day of rehearsals. That began a pleasant friendship that I think he wanted to take further. I didn’t ask too much because he was always ready to talk. During one of our breaks, I told him about our combo and his eyes lit up. He said, “I play the piano if you ever need a substitute.” I tucked that thought away and also told him that Brent the drummer was my partner of four years. His face told me his disappointment, but he didn’t stop him from coming over for friendly conversation.

I wanted to learn a second instrument and he encouraged me to try the trumpet. I talked to the department’s brass instructor who agreed to give me private lessons at a reasonable rate. I rented a trumpet and began. Since I could not only read but write music, all I had to learn was the proper lip position, correct air flow and the right fingering. I timed my practice at the music school with Brent’s rehearsals so the Highlander didn’t have to go back and forth too often.

On the first of October Jason Schmidt came to Columbia for a football weekend. While we weren’t big football, or any sports, fans I thought it would give us something to do since the combo wasn’t playing. By the time he arrived, the basement room wasn’t available because Terrell and Carlos were there. We moved Anthony’s old futon onto the floor in our room. We suspected Jason wouldn’t sleep on it because we suspected he wanted to be in bed with us. We were correct. The three of us became a ménage a trois in every sense of the word. Jason and I picked Brent up from rehearsal and went out for pizza. When we got home, I could tell Brent was exhausted but revived after he showered. He joined us wrapped in a towel as Jason conversed with Max and Josh in the basement. Terrell’s door was closed so we assumed he was asleep or being straddled by Carlos.

What I’m writing sounds like raw porn and it was. As soon as we got to our room Jason got naked. Not only was he fit for someone his age but his penis was the size of a horse. Brent said, “What do you plan to do with that thing?”

Jason said, “Make good use of it if you agree.”

“We don’t have a condom that big. I hope you brought your own.”

“I did. Do you have an enema? Come in the bathroom.” We walked across the hall naked because Mark and Lee had gone to New York City for the weekend. I got the enema out and told Jason to bend over and pull his cheeks apart. He smiled as he exposed his pink asshole to Brent and me. He returned the favor for me then Brent. We were all clean inside, and after a quick shower, we were back in our room. Jason closed our door.

Brent opened the door. “Whatever we do is not going to be secret.” Jason frowned, but didn’t make a move to close the door. I had more of a crush on Jason than Brent did, but he and I had agreed that whatever Jason wanted to do we would do together. Once in bed, he went straight for my mouth and was a good kisser. After a few short minutes he turned his mouth toward Brent who I knew loved a good kiss. His manhood was long, hard and curved up. He positioned me with a pillow under my butt. He slipped first one finger, then two and finally three into my hole. I was scared and held my breath as he pushed his member in. Brent’s head was on my shoulder as he nibbled on my ear. When he grabbed my dick, I felt like I was going to explode, but I was determined to hold off.

Jason fucked slowly and didn’t seem close to his climax. He pulled out of me and pulled Brent into position. I was concerned that he hadn’t changed the condom but assumed he wouldn’t hurt us. He held my slippery dick in his hand as he fucked Brent. Brent was not quiet when we fucked but tonight he was louder than normal. Jason pulled out. He rolled over and pulled his butt cheeks apart. He said, “I want you both in me at the same time.” Brent looked at me as if I was supposed to know how to do that. “I don’t want you to use condoms. I can’t cum if you use condoms.” Somehow, we were able to get close enough for both of our dicks to penetrate Jason. He, like Brent wasn’t quiet. With the two of us, we widened his opening which seemed to please him. I loved having Brent so close to me as we worked Jason into a frenzy. Suddenly a rope of cum shot across Brent’s chest. Brent and I pulled out and finished each other. He looked at us and smiled. “Like that?”

“Interesting,” was all I could say. Brent smiled. We showered and got in bed. Jason didn’t act like he wanted to sleep with us so we did as we always did and snuggled, kissed and fell asleep.

Josh

After Jason and the boys went upstairs Max said, “I don’t see what the boys see in an old guy like Jason.” He got the remote and turned up the volume on the TV. He sat back down, “I don’t want to hear what they are doing.” I could faintly hear what was going on so I assumed their door was open as it usually was. Max fell asleep on my shoulder. About 10:30 I roused him and we walked upstairs and walked down the dark hall past the boy’s room. All was quiet.

On Monday I was up early because I had my Introduction to Electronics lab at 9:30. I walked into the kitchen with my morning hard on. Jason was sitting similarly undressed drinking coffee which I assumed he made. He said, “Join me.”

“I only have time for a quick cup of coffee and a piece of toast. Can I fix you anything?”

“No, coffee gets me started. I’ll wait for the boys. They’ve got classes later this morning, I think.”

“Monday morning, I can’t remember. It’s all I can do to remember my own schedule.”

“Josh, I want you to do me a favor. I’d appreciate it if you don’t say anything to the boys. I want to surprise them. At this moment I plan to come back for the Les Miserable performance next month. The boys know that. What they don’t know is I want to invite you, Max and the boys to join me on my yacht right after Christmas. We’ll cruise in the Bahamas thru New Year’s Day. Everyone will be back at work and school in plenty of time. I know you have to confer with Max. Send me a text message when you’ve made a decision. I will make all the arrangements.” He handed me a stylishly simple business card with only his name and a phone number.

“Whoa.”

“Oh, I’m paying for your flights. I know money is tight.”

“That’s great. I’ll confer with Max. I doubt that he will object but I’ll text you after we have discussed your generous offer.” After finishing my coffee and toast I said, “The boys may have found a new pianist their combo. They aren’t practicing yet though, so I don’t know how good he is.”

“By all means invite him, too. I will make sure the piano on the ship is tuned. Wouldn’t it be great to have our own private naked combo. We can discuss details after the performance next month.”

“I’ve got to get going.” I got up realizing my dick was still in position. Jason just smiled.

At dinner the boys were tired but carried out their cooking duties for the six of us since Carlos was working. Terrell mentioned that he had invited Carlos to go home with him at Christmas. That made me happy knowing that Carlos wouldn’t be alone in the house at Christmas. I said, “Ricky, did I hear you say you may have found a new piano player for the combo?”

“Well, maybe. His name is Sean. I know him because he plays trumpet in the orchestra. Brent hasn’t met him. We don’t know how good he is on the piano, since we haven’t heard him play. I’ve invited him for dinner Wednesday night. Brent has rehearsal so he won’t meet him until we audition him this weekend. Charlene’s electric piano is still downstairs. I don’t think she’ll mind if we use it.”

“I like to listen to you practice. Are you going to introduce him to your dress code for practice?”

“It’s too cold, but I will let him know how you and Max dress to listen.”

Sean came to dinner as planned on Wednesday. He was a cute little Irish leprechaun with red hair and a beard. Everyone was dressed, which was unusual. The exotic variety of Chinese dishes that Lee bought were passed around. There was plenty for everyone. When we were finished, I got up to clean up the debris. Lee said, “Josh, can you wait a minute I need to tell you something.” I set the boxes and plastic containers on the counter and sat back down. Lee was serious, “Everyone, Mark and I have an announcement. We will be leaving school in a few days and moving to San Francisco. We learned last night my uncle died. We will be attending his funeral but more

importantly I have been told I have to replace him in our company. Mark will drop out of Mizzou and continue school in California. I have enough credits to graduate this spring from Westminster if I pass two final exams.”

“So that means you will be back to take those exams,” I said.

“Probably not. I plan to take them on line.” There was quiet all around the table.

Ricky sadly said, ‘You’ll miss Brent’s amazing performance.’

“I’m afraid we will. I’m really disappointed about that. Mark and I have already decided that we will be here for the dedication of the new pool. The new fence looks fantastic.” Lee and Mark stayed up late packing as much as they could. They asked me to ship everything they weren’t carrying as soon as they had an address. I agreed, wondering what I was going to replace two renters and the Chinese food.

I didn’t have an opportunity to talk to Max about my conversation with Jason Schmidt for several days. When I told him about Jason’s invitation he didn’t immediately say ‘yes or no.’ I knew him well enough to know he had to think about it. All he said was, “I’ll let you know after I confer with Brent’s mother. I think she planned to meet up with the boys for Christmas.”

“Remember this is after Christmas.”

“OK, I think it’s a nice invitation for us. I’m not sure I’m comfortable with the amount of attention Jason is paying the boys. Why doesn’t he find someone closer to his age?” I didn’t answer.

I ended our conversation by telling him I had overheard a conversation between Brent and Ricky about finding a new pianist. I told him Sean was coming for a rehearsal on Saturday. He said he wasn’t aware that Sean was being auditioned to replace Charlene.

Sean

A couple of weeks ago Josh invited me to write something. I didn’t know where to start. So much has happened since I met Ricky. He’s an amazing, sexy guy. I wish we could be together more. I know about Brent but I didn’t meet him until we had our audition. I met everyone, except Brent, at dinner one Wednesday night when Lee announced that he and Mark were moving to California.

I was back at the house on Saturday to be auditioned to replace their friend, Charlene, in their trio. I didn’t know their repertoire and they didn’t know if I was any good. As it turned out things went really well but we agreed we would only rehearse after Brent finished the Les Miserable production in November. During the next month when I could find a spare moment, I memorized some of their songs. They insisted that I play without music. Ricky told me the supper club owners were so happy that the trio would be returning. They’re not so happy when Ricky told them that we would not be playing New Year’s Eve. He didn’t tell them we’d been invited to sail on a big, fucking yacht. I’m getting ahead of the story.

The first time I stayed over I slept on the futon beside their bed. The next morning I was in pain to contain my ready, red penis nestled in my unruly red bush. The second night they invited me into their bed but I declined. I regretted my decision. The third night as we all showered and prepared to go to bed, I said, “I’m ready. I’m embarrassed to tell you I’m a virgin. I sort of know what to do. I got to do Ricky and Brent. I am happy to report I’m no longer a virgin.

Our first trip on Mr. Schmidt’s yacht was Christmas break, when we motored to the Bahamas. The next trip was from St. Maarten, St. Barts and then to St. Vincent which took place over spring break. The trio played naked every afternoon for cocktails on both trips. When we weren’t motoring from place to place, we took the yacht’s jet skis or we snorkeled. Lee and Mark joined up with us in St. Maarten. Ricky and Brent were surprised and pleased to meet Jason’s new boy toy from Hong Kong, Peter. From the moment we got on the yacht the guy and Lee spoke Chinese so we didn’t know what they were saying. I am pleased I have a rich all-over rusty tan which I plan to keep for the pool’s grand opening in two weeks.

Ricky and Brent

Jason did arrive on the second Thursday in November for the first performance of Les Miserable, as he promised. The production was stirring and colorful. Brent was definitely the star as Jean Valjean. On the third and final night of the production Jason surprised everyone with a lavish catered after party in our basement. He had arranged for Uber drivers to drive anyone who had been over served back to campus. The food was tasty, plentiful and served by three hunky waiters who were topless except for bowties. At the audience’s encouragement Sean, Brent and I played and sang the most popular of the Les Miserable songs. There were still people partying at four in the morning.

That next afternoon as we ate the leftovers and drank champagne, Jason stood before everyone and invited us onto his yacht after Christmas. Max smiled at Brent and said, “I’ll explain later.”

Terrell was smiling and interrupted Jason, “We have an announcement. Carlos and I are going to get married over Christmas in Mexico at his family’s home. Last week, he got his green card’ so we have no problem with him leaving and returning to the USA.” There was applause. “Since you’ll be gone when we plan to have the ceremony, we will plan a big party when we return in January.

Brent and I took Jason to the airport later for his plane to St. Louis. Once we got home, we went straight to our bed because we were exhausted from the previous three days. We slept for twelve hours and didn’t remember when Sean crawled in with us. When we dragged ourselves home after classes Monday Max told Brent he had been in contact with Martha. He told us she agreed to have us come for Thanksgiving rather than Christmas. That meant there wasn’t going to be undue stress because of our planned trip to Florida.

Sean had stress of a different kind that we were only been peripherally aware of. We knew he was financially strapped but we didn’t know that he had accepted a job as accompanist for the University Methodist Church choir. That meant he was gone on Thursday evening for rehearsal and early Sunday morning. After finishing at the supper club at ten Saturday night he was up by seven the next morning and off to church. Several Sunday mornings he had to play an offertory piece for both services so we wouldn’t see him until one in the afternoon. He skipped lunch, got in bed and slept all afternoon. From the first time he joined us in bed I assured him we would only do what he wanted to do. That turned out to be a ridiculous because he wanted to try everything. He may have been a virgin when we met him but he certainly wasn’t now.

The orchestra’s Christmas concert was in early December. We performed with the Chorale which included Brent. On top of that I had a major music composition due to my professor as my final in that class. She really liked it and asked Brent, Sean and me to perform at the department’s holiday party. With all this going on Sean was at our place more than he was at his place and he was always tired. We understood why.

When we invited Sean to come on the cruise he wasn’t sure he could convince his parents since they planned a trip to his grandparents in Arkansas. A couple of days later he told us he persuaded them to visit his grandparents before Christmas so he could join us right after Christmas.

On the evening before the cruise we met Jason at the Marriott Resort and Spa in Ft. Lauderdale. When he arrived, he excitedly told us that it looked like the weather was going to be perfect for the trip to Nassau. He told us the yacht was seventy feet long, had four staterooms with baths, and a beautiful open area for sitting and dining. When we arrived at the yacht the next morning, we were amazed at the luxury. Against the wall of the main salon was a new electric piano with more electronic gadgets than Sean had ever seen. The drum set was next to the piano. Jason said, “Boys, would you do me the honors and check out the equipment?” I went to our spacious stateroom to unpack my bass. Dad told me to bring my electric bass because I might need it. Seeing the setup I understood why. As I went back upstairs, I could hear Sean playing scales on the piano. We didn’t play naked until we were sailing toward the Bahamas.

We learned from Jason that he had invited friends for New Year’s Eve. I correctly assumed it was the kind of party he had at the Lake of the Ozarks. I assumed we would provide the entertainment. Josh and Max were touching, hugging and kissing as we were, as we set sail. I tried not to look at Brent’s face. We stayed two nights in Nassau before returning to Ft. Lauderdale for the party. Jason introduced about twelve men which included a couple of handsome, older Asian guys from New York City. The captain motored out into the bay and the clothes came off as we enjoyed the cool, moon lit sky. We returned to the dock about two. Everyone except the two Asian guys departed. I assumed they were staying in the suite next to Jason and Peter.

When we were in our cabin Brent said, “Looks like Jason has found some new boy toys.”

Sean said, “What does that mean?”

“That means that Jason’s horse size dick has found two new openings.”

“You think he is going to fuck them? His dick could be a lethal weapon.”

Brent smiled, squeezing Sean’s fully hard dick. “Ricky and I can tell you when Jason’s inside you, you definitely know he’s there.”

“He’s fucked both of you?”

“No only that, we fucked him together.”

He paused looking at Brent, “Will you and Ricky fuck me at the same time?”

I snapped, “Your hole isn’t big enough, we’ve seen it.”

“Come on, try.” Without any more talk we cleaned him out, Brent lubed his dick as I put a pillow under Sean’s hairy red ass. I smoothed the hair around Sean’s ass and slipped one finger in. Sean winced.

“Are you sure you are ready for this?”

“I think so.” I continued to work on Sean’s tight asshole. I got his sphincter muscle to relax. Brent slipped in with minimal resistance. I pulled in close to Sean’s raised thigh. Brent pulled out and wrapped his hand around our unified dicks. Together he guided us into Sean. Sean was obviously in pain but bit his pillow to keep from screaming. He finally relaxed as Brent and I climaxed together. Sean was spent when we pulled out and he turned over and brought himself off. “Now I know we’re together,” is all he said. We slept as we usually did, spooning each other.

When we returned to school, we were busy but did manage to get together to practice once a week, usually on Saturday afternoon. The days were getting warmer so we wore less and less when we practiced. We continued performing on Friday and Saturday nights at the supper club. We got good tips which Sean especially needed so we gave most of them to him.

Nothing unusual happened until spring break. As we were leaving Florida at New Year’s Jason invited us to come down for a longer sail further south in the Caribbean. We accepted the invitation and told him the dates of spring break. As it turned out, Max and Josh couldn’t join us because of Max’s work and Josh was interviewing for internships. Instead Jason invited Lee and Mark to join us. They flew from San Francisco. It was great to see them. Lee did everything possible to stay out of the sun as Brent, Mark and I got tanned totally. Poor Sean got a real bad burn the first day and after that was more covered than uncovered to avoid further burns. Jason’s new boyfriend, Peter, stayed out of the sun, as well. Peter, Sean and Lee ended up playing mahjong for hours. One afternoon when Sean had been slightly over served, he said to Jason, “My ass invites your dick to enter into my chamber.” Jason acted surprised but accepted.

“Only if we do it for everyone to see. You really think you can take me in that little red asshole of yours?”

“I want to try.” In a quick moment Sean had his legs in the air on the cushions of the white leather sofa. Jason had his audience. We watched Jason’s monster cock penetrate Sean’s hairy red asshole. That led to an all-out sex party in the main saloon. We weren’t careful, which concerned me but I didn’t hold back. The entire cruise we had absolutely fantastic time and hated to return to Columbia. Sean may have been somewhat of a virgin when we arrived, but he certainly wasn’t when we left St. Maarten.

Josh

Yesterday we had the grand opening of the glimmering, blue pool, securely private as a result of the Lee provided, privacy fence. The pool water was a warm 92 degrees and the air temperature for early May was perfect at 80 degrees. We set the bar table outside on the deck so we didn’t have dripping bodies on the basement carpet even though we did have to use Terrell and Carlos’ bathroom. Lee and Mark arrived yesterday and it was great to see them even though the boys had seen them on Jason’s yacht.

While the boys were in the Caribbean, Max and I had some serious planning to do. Max had been recruited into a project management position for a large steel fabricator in St. Louis. He wanted me to move with him and I wanted to, but the question was what to do with the house. With the new pool and fence, we assumed it would sell to the right buyer. We had the issue of housing for Brent, Ricky, Sean, Terrell and Carlos for the next two years as they worked toward graduation? We discussed the pro’s and con’s of selling and keeping the house. Keeping the house required recruiting new renters starting in the summer since I had exhausted my reserves after Mark and Lee left.

The trio had been rehired at Tan-Tar-A which made Max uneasy because he knew Jason would be there. The boys told us about Jason’s new boyfriend but that didn’t lessen Max’s anxiety. Even if we required the five boys, including Carlos, to pay rent all summer, we were still going to be short of money when it was time to pay property taxes. I knew Sean planned to move in when they returned at the end of summer. Max and I were concerned that the boys would not pay enough attention to the maintenance of the house. I was unsure of what kind of renters the boys would pick. I did contact the realtor and asked him to give me an appraisal even though I was not ready to list the house. He came out and was totally surprised at the privacy fence and new pool. He and a colleague agreed that $390,000 was a reasonable asking price. I told Max, but not the boys

When Max let Brent and Ricky know about his new position and planned move, they were excited but immediately asked what I was going to do. We openly discussed the options with them. They tried hard to convince us to keep the house. Even before finals which included recitals for both Brent and Ricky there was extensive discussion about options but none seemed to be perfect. Unknown to me, Ricky or Brent, I am not sure which one, called Jason to see if he would be interested in buying the house from me. I was surprised when Jason called the following weekend to discuss the boy’s call. I explained that I wanted to move with Max to St. Louis. He listened quietly as I explained my dilemma. He said he would offer me $375,000 on the condition that I come out and check on house maintenance and supervise some renovations that he wanted to do. I was surprised to say the least. He explained he wanted to renovate the two upstairs bathrooms with new showers, toilets and more stylish vanities.

I asked if he was going to charge the boys rent while they were gone. He said he had already talked to the boys about playing two summer parties for him in exchange for their summer rent. He said he was going to raise the rent to $350 per month and they knew that. I told him I thought that was not going to be a problem for the existing renters plus Sean. He asked if the study room was used very often. I told him it wasn’t but adding four more boys to the house was going to make finding quiet study space difficult. He decided to install bunk beds in the study room, still leaving room for comfortable chairs.

He emphasized that he thought the house would be a reasonable investment if I agreed to the price and his stipulations about my involvement in the ongoing maintenance. I got the feeling he was buying the house for the boys and would probably sell as soon as they finished school. At dinner that night I told the boys about Jason’s offer. They were excited. They hoped I would accept. Max seemed happy enough because I was going to be with him. I knew I could easily transfer to the University of Missouri in St. Louis to finish my engineering degree. I had been offered a paid internship in St. Louis in the fall so that meant I could stay in Columbia and supervise the bathroom remodeling this summer. As it turned out Max came out every weekend. Without the boys the house was empty except for Terrell and Carlos. On several occasions I invited Terry and Matt who were doing the bathroom carpentry to swim in the new pool. They insisted they were straight but quickly got naked with me in the pool. We did some penis grabbing but that was all.

Late one Saturday afternoon in early June when only Max and I were home. We each had a beer and were lounging in the pool. I said, “I could never have imaged that meeting you would have happened when I advertised for renters “Who Had an Open Mind.”

Max smiled, reached for my hand, pulled me toward him and kissed me. He said, “We’ll see what our future holds. Everything is good.”