Tenting Tonight, chapter 10
I didn’t sleep well, and I didn’t do well on my exam the next morning. It wasn’t critical, but I don’t like to let my sex life interfere with my academic life.
I phoned our Liam to see how things had gone, but he wasn’t at his dorm. I was very careful about what message to leave, because I didn’t know if Liam10 would be able to see any message I left for our Liam. Finally I decided to use our Liam’s code: “Rock master need ear of Grasshopper.” When I got back to my dorm late that afternoon, there were no messages for Paul or for me on Paul’s machine. Something was up. It wasn’t like our Liam not to be in touch. All kinds of fears crowded my brain. Liam10 had freaked at the possibility of discovery. Liam10 had killed both our Liam and himself. Liam10 and our Liam were in bed, fucking each other’s brains out. The Liams had been in a car crash.
When Paul got back, I kind of raved to him, and he calmed me down. Then the phone rang. Paul answered, and I heard only his side of the conversation. “When? How did... No. Then who... Where? Is she...? No, I don’t think so. Not unless it’s necessary.”
Paul hung up, his face ashen. “That was my dad. Darice fell, and they had to deliver the baby prematurely. The baby is in critical condition, and so is Darice. She lost a lot of blood before she got to the hospital. They had to give each of them a transfusion, and when they did blood typing, they found something strange in the baby’s blood. They’re checking it out, and they’re doing the blood test for paternity. (I should explain for those who are accustomed to DNA testing that before the widespread availability of DNA testing in the last decades of the 20th century, other, less advanced tests and less accurate methods were used to determine paternity.)
Paul was worried, I know, that he might be the father of the child. Or that even if he wasn’t the father, he might be named and then have to disprove paternity, which would be awkward. And if he wasn’t the father, then his friend, Darice’s brother Tommy might be. This was shunting his consciousness back into his world before he and I and Liam had become lovers.
I didn’t know what Paul’s parents thought about his involvement with Darice, or whether he had told them he might not be the father. We had decided that Paul should wait until this whole business was resolved before telling them about us, and about Paul’s discovery of his orientation. He was pretty sure that they would be OK with his being gay, but he was also concerned that if he was thought to be the father of Darice’s baby, his father’s position as a pastor might be threatened.
Paul needed a hug, and we held each other. I could tell he was nervous. So was I. We didn’t know what had happened to the Liams. I didn’t know if Paul was going to have to go to Oregon to deal with the situation with the baby.
A couple of hours passed. We had been planning to go to Lindoro’s, but I phoned Paul the waiter to tell him that we couldn’t make it. He was amazing. He said that he was sending dinner for us, and he wouldn’t take no for an answer. Half an hour later, a spread arrived that could have fed five people. This time Paul phoned Paul the waiter to thank him, and my Paul was deeply moved by something Paul the waiter had said to him. When he got off the phone, I asked him what it was, and he said that Paul had told him that Albert and he had talked the situation over, and if Paul needed help or financial support, they would offer it. And we hadn’t even meet Albert face to face yet!
Neither Paul nor I was in a mood to study, and we lay down on Paul’s bed, without the light on, and we simply cuddled. Just before midnight, we heard a key in the door, and our Liam came in. Paul got up. “Lingam,” he said, “where were you?”
“I had to calm Liam10 down,” our Liam answered. “He freaked when he realized that you knew he had been feeling you up. He said he felt like a rapist, and he was so embarrassed he wanted to get out of here. I told him that if anything, you would be turned on by him. He said that he had never lost control of himself like that, that he didn’t know what got into him. I asked him what exactly he was feeling, and he launched into a long confession of every feeling he had. I didn’t want to leave him alone. He’s pretty upset.”
“Where is he?” I asked.
“In our infirmary,” Liam answered. “He was having stomach cramps, from nerves, I’m sure, but they’re better equipped to deal with that than I am. I wasn’t planning to stay over here tonight, but to tell you the truth, I’m exhausted.”
We moved the beds together, and Liam crawled in between the two of us. We all held each other, rubbing backs, caressing, but not being overtly sexual. We comforted each other. Liam eventually got hungry, and we showed him the leftovers of the meal Paul the waiter had sent us. Liam ate a hearty dinner from it, and when he had finished, he crawled back between us and said, “Remind me to let Paul the waiter fuck me.”
"Like anybody would have to remind you to let guys fuck you, Grasshopper!” Paul said.
“Hey, I don’t offer my ass to everyone.”
It was my turn to answer. “There must be a few guys in the Gobi Desert, or maybe the Kalahari, that haven’t had that offer. Between you and McDonald’s, you’ve served over 60 billion.”
“I know two guys who are not going to get that offer tonight, if this conversation continues like this,” Liam said.
There was a knock at the door. It was our RA. “Is your friend Liam visting you? There’s a call for him on the dorm office line.” Liam was out the door with him in a flash. Five minutes later, he was back. “Gotta go,” he said.
“What’s wrong?” Paul asked.
“The nurse thought Liam was asleep, but when she came back to do vital signs, she found him lying on his bed, on top of the blanket, with a bottle of pills next to him. He must have gotten into a storage cabinet.”
“What kind of pills?”
“Seconal. They only use them prior to surgical procedures. The infirmary says they keep one bottle of it, just one, on hand for when they have to send a student to the hospital for emergency surgery. they’re pumping Liam’s stomach right now. I have to get over there.”
“But you need to get some sleep.”
I pulled my shoes on. “Paul, you better stay here in case there’s a call for you from Oregon. I’ll call you as soon as I can. Don’t worry about me.”
Liam and I left for his school. On the way, in the cab, Liam was worrying a lot. “Even if Liam is OK, I don’t know if he’ll be able to stay in the US now. I don’t know if something like this affects his visa status.”
“One thing at a time, Lingam.”
Liam looked startled at my use of Paul’s pet name for him. I hadn’t called him that before. To this day, I don’t know why I called him “Lingam.”
“Pete, you can’t let Liam10 see you. He might freak out.”
“Understood. I’m here to support you. You’re the one I love. The other Liam is stil an acquaintance. I don’t wish him any harm, and I want the best for him, but I don’t want to butt in.”
“Pete, I’m OK. The infirmary may not even let you in, since you’re not a registered student. Don’t be offended. I’m glad you came with me. It gave me a chance to clear my mind and think straight. Go back to your dorm. Take care of Paul. I’ll call you.”
“If that’s what you want, OK. But don’t forget to call us. We were worried about you.”
“I know that.” Liam kissed me on the forehead, then on the lips. “Go,” he said. “Good night.”
With some misgivings, I took a cab back to my dorm. Paul was there, sitting and staring at the phone. “How’s Liam10?” he asked me.
“I don’t know,” I said. Our Liam sent me back to stay with you. He really loves you.”
“And you.”
“Me, I’m not as sure right now. He cares about me. He enjoys me. He loves you.”
“He can’t have me if he doesn’t love you.”
“Don’t say that.”
We cuddled that night in my bed. In the morning, I woke Paul up by taking his hardon in my mouth and massaging him to a nice, brisk orgasm. I behaved myself. No tickling. No shoving of a finger in his ass. Just a straightforward blow job. Quick, efficient, and got the job done.
We went to classes but checked the answering machine every chance we got for messages from Paul’s family or from Liam. The next evening there was a message from Liam. “Machine send pigeon to Grasshopper’s master. Both his Lingams well. Red lingam take black lingam from sick hut to sleep hut. When possible, red lingam want to give Solid Rock good ride, his choice, up or down. Not stop until clouds and rain twice, plus in face.”
That made me feel better. But what had happened with Liam10?
The next afternoon after that, now more than 3 days since Liam10 had bolted, our Liam called again.
“How are you, lover?” I asked him.
“I meant what I said in my message.”
“You are sweet.”
“How’s Paul?”
I told him that Paul had taken the T into town to see Paul the waiter and thank him personally. I was going to try to meet him at Lindoro’s that night. Liam asked if he could join us. I said we’d be delighted.
He told me also that Liam10 was still kind of shaky. “He was pretty straight-laced, you know. And he’s concerned about what happens at home. He doesn’t want to get so deeply into gay life here that he’ll be tortured when he goes home to Wales. He’s afraid of coming out of the closet, and then of having to go back in. Plus he’s not ready to say that he doesn’t like girls. He does like girls.”
“So he’s bisexual.”
“Can’t tell you. I offered him lessons. He laughed but said no. I offered him my ass. He said he’d take me up on that one of these days.”
“Your ass does travel in fine circles.”
“Last time you visited my ass, you seemed to like those circles.”
“I never said I didn’t.”
“Meet us at Lindoro’s?”
“I have to see what’s with Junior Lingam.” (We were still trying on nicknames for Liam10, and we weren’t ready to commit to one until we were sure he’d be around. Meaning, he would still be part of our lives.)
“Junior Lingam. I like that.”
“Good, because he has a major hardon for you.”
“Does he? He said that?”
“He didn’t have to. You should see what he’s like when he taks about you. He ejaculates rays of desire.”
“Liam?”
“Yes?”
“I want you to know something. I know you care about me and that you love Paul. And that’s OK with me. I still love you.”
“Good, because this is a three-way relationship. I admit that I was drawn first to Paul because he stood up for me, but your name, Solid Rock, is a good one for you, and I admire you for it. And I enjoy the time I spend with you almost as much as I enjoy time with Paul. I don’t love you less because I love him so much.”
“I know that.”
“So when you’re ready, your choice, top or bottom.”
“You are incorrigible, and I love you for it. Plus I lust for you. I filled out a coupon form to win dinner for 2 at the Ritz, and under favorite dish, I wrote “red hair.”
Liam chuckled. “Eat me?” he asked. We both started laughing.
We agreed to meet at Lindoro’s in two hours. I showered, packed a change of clothing for Paul and one for me, and I set out. When I got off the T, almost an hour later, I saw a familiar, handsome, red-haired figure rushing at me, followed by a serious young man with black hair. Our Liam had brought Liam10!
I greeted the two of them, making sure that I was solicitous but not patronizing to Liam10. I was surprised they had let him out so soon after he had attempted suicide. Without mentioning the reason he had been in the infirmary, I asked him when he was released.
Still not smiling, but looking at me intently, he said quietly that Liam the Swan Lake had talked them into it.
“He is charming, I must say that,” I said, looking at the figure almost dancing down the street in front of us.”
“Charming? He could charm the pants off...” Liam10 looked startled by his own choice of words.
“You?” I asked.
“Maybe,” Liam10 answered. “But I have to confess something to you.”
“No, you don’t, Liam,” I said to him, stopping and looking him in the eye. “If we’re going to be friends, and I hope we are, then you don’t have to explain anything. And you don’t have to be embarrassed. I will never think less of you for wanting to...”
“I touched you.”
“I know.”
“You know?”
“I let you. I enjoyed your touch. You were so innocent, so adorable. I was thrilled to be the object of your curiosity.”
“You make yourself sound like a lab experiment.”
“In a way, I was. you were experimenting, testing your own reactions. My body was the catalyst. When you’re ready, maybe you’ll tell me what you discovered. But first, I want to tell you a story.”
“A story?”
“It’s about a young boy, a teen ager, who got in over his head very early on. He found himself attracted to other boys, and he was scared that no one would like him. He wasn’t that good at sports. He didn’t feel good looking. He was afraid of being alone. He found that he’d have companionship if he let other boys play with his body. And so he let them. Lots of them. They used his mouth, his ass, his hands... and he learned to like it, or at least, to like the feeling it gave him of being tolerated, of being sought after, of being a source of pleasure to the guys that he was attracted to.
“But every once in a while, he would get very afraid, worried that they liked his ass, or his mouth, but not him. They liked the things he let them do. They liked cumming in him, on him. They liked that when girls wouldn’t put out, he never said no. But for all the inches, feet, yards and more of cock that went into him, he was still empty inside.”
“Who are you talking about?” Liam10 looked confused.
“Me.”
“You? You felt empty? And when I touched you, didn’t you feel...”
“Like that young kid who let other guys touch him? For a moment. But then I understood that you were nervous, and that you were hearing your friend and my friend making love loudly and uninhibitedly, and that must be driving you crazy. So crazy that... Wait a minute. Bad choice of words. Sorry.”
A smile passed over Liam10’s face for the first time since we had met. It was an instant, but I could tell that he was relaxing. “No worries. I won’t rush back to take more pills. I may be nuts, but not that nuts.”
“Are you expert enough?”
“What do you mean, enough?”
“You seemed very interested in my nuts. You studied them. I wanted you to use your tongue, but you did a lot of exploring with your fingers. Oh, now I’m making you blush.”
“I can’t believe you’re not mad.”
“I was flattered and incredibly turned on.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“If we... I mean, maybe we could... well, if it works out that..”
I interrupted him. “We will. No ifs, no ands, and two butts. Whose butt gets attention first, I don’t know.”
“You’re so comfortable about all this. It’s so new to me, being bent.”
“Bent?”
“A poofta. It’s another word the lads at home use for a gay guy. When they say, ‘fag,’ they mean a cigarette. At least, that’s old slang for a smoke. Or for a boy who acts as a kind of servant to an older boy at a public school. What you call ‘private school,’ at home people call ‘public schools.’”
“Liam of the Ten Inches!” I said, as if I were calling the role at an assembly. Liam looked around, as if he were worried that others might hear me.
“Earth to Liam of the 25 Centimeters!”
“25.4.”
“Earth to Liam of the 25.4 Centimeters!”
“Yes?”
“You’re not bent. You’re not straight. You’re still figuring yourself out. Your friend Liam likes you. If he likes you, that’s good enough for Paul and me. You’ll meet another friend of ours this evening, another Paul. We sometimes call him, ‘Paul the waiter,’ just to distinguish him from my Paul. He'll like you too. Not because you’re cute, even though you are. Not because of your 25.4 centimeters, though I doubt that will go unnoticed. Not because your nose looks like an angel dropped it onto your face at so perfect an angle that I can’t take my eyes off of you. But because you’re going to be a friend. Right now, you’re invited because Liam the Red vouches for you. But that shouldn’t concern you. We trust him. He says we should get to know you. We will. You have a crowd of people to meet, and not one of them will think less of you for being interested in my cock or my balls.”
“I don’t know what to...”
“You don’t have to say anything. This is my homily, here.”
“Is that what this is?”
“Yes, and unless you want me to break into plainsong, you’ll let me finish.”
“Go on.”
“I want to give you the lay of the land, so to speak. I fell in love with my roommate, Paul. I didn’t tell him. I was still that kid I told you about. He was straight. He was going to be a father.”
“A father?”
“It’s complicated, and you’re asking for me to start chanting.”
“Okay, okay.”
“We went out to dinner because of some problems that Paul had and because we felt like it, and on the way to Lindoro’s, we met your friend Liam in the street.”
“He told me.”
"Do you know how we happened to start talking to him?”
“No. He didn’t mention it.”
“I’ll get him to tell you later. But anyway, we quickly expanded our twosome to a threesome. The three of us love each other. We’ve done everything a male body can do with another male body, within reason. And we want to keep doing it for as long as we can.”
“Why are you telling me this?
“Because we also have an agreement that we can make love with other guys. In fact, we have brought several other guys into our beds, and we’ve enjoyed their company.
“Is this what you call an ‘open relationship?’”
“I don’t call it anything in particular. I call it our relationship. What it means is that when Paul and Liam make love, they’re not embarrassed, and I don’t feel left out. And when you and I make love...”
“Is that what we’re going to do?”
“God, I hope so. This talking is getting me horny.”
“You’re horny?”
“Aren’t you?”
“Yes, but I thought that...”
“That you shouldn’t admit it? The rules have changed. This is not high school or church camp, where it’s not polite or moral to be horny. I’m glad I make you horny. It will give me more confidence about sucking your cock, or playing with your foreskin, or taking your balls into my mouth.”
“Oh, God.”
“You can call me ‘Peter.’”
“Oh, my God. Uhhh.”
I suddenly realized what was happening. Liam10 was cumming, just from me talking to him. “Let it happen.”
“You know?”
“I hope.” I put my arm around him and since it was growing dark, I also slipped my hand into his pocket. It really did feel like 10 inches. And through the layers of clothing, I could tell it was damp. I looked around. No one could see anything. I pulled my hand out of Liam10’s pocket and slipped it right down the front of his trousers. He gasped. I went right for his skin and moved it in the way I had learned that our Liam enjoyed. Liam10 gasped a few more times, partly in surprise, and then his knees sort of buckled against me. He staggered away from me, I caught him, and we wound up sitting on a bench. People were walking by in the street. Liam10 was breathing heavily, gasping again.
“You made me cum again.”
“Good.”
“It felt so good.”
“It’s supposed to feel good. I wanted you to feel good. I wasn’t quite sure you’d cum just from our talking, but...”
“The sound of your voice makes me hard. After I felt you in bed that night, I put the hand that was on you up to my nose and I smelled it, trying to catch a little of your scent.”
“My scent?”
“To me, you smelled clean and masculine, and maybe I imagined it, but there was a slight odor to your balls...”
“You’ll have to ask Liam and Paul.”
“I will.”
I was beginning to think I had created a monster, when a thought occurred to me. Where had Liam the Red gotten to? Maybe he went ahead to Lindoro’s.
“Come on, Liam of the Ten Inches. Let’s get to Lindoro’s.”
Another maitre d’ ushered us in the front door, and we got VIP treatment, as he showed us to the small elevator. I asked him if a red-haired fellow had... “Your friend is upstairs already,” he answered. Liam10 and I stood front to front in the tiny elevator car, and I could feel that he was hard again, or still, as the elevator went up to a private landing.
I knew the way. This was the room Paul the waiter had shown us to when we slept here. I opened the door.
Liam the Red was already nude, and hard. The two Pauls were equally nude. Paul the waiter was in great shape, and his almond skin, nicely muscled, punctuated by his abs, descended to a jet-black crop of pubic hair. His cock was, as he told us, uncut. I didn’t know how big it was soft, because it was hard. It was moving up and down, bobbing, as Paul the waiter, astride my Paul, fucked himself on my Paul’s hardon. Liam the Red was just inserting his hardon into Paul the waiter’s hole, completing a double penetration. Paul the waiter looked at me, and I could see the lust in his eyes. I kissed his mouth deeply, and then I brought Liam10 over.
Liam10’s eyes were popping out of his head. Here were three handsome, men, with fine bodies, taking pleasure with great gusto. I led Liam10 up to Paul the waiter, who looked at him with the eyes of someone in the midst of being double fucked. I took Paul the waiter’s hand, put it on Liam10’s hardon, and I said, “Meet Liam of the Ten Inches.”
“Pleased... unhh... to... unhh... meet you...” Paul the waiter said, tugging at Liam10’s zipper.
“That was just an appetizer. The first course is mine,” I said, leading Liam10 over to a loveseat. It was really a sofa, but it was going to be a loveseat by the time we had dinner.
Liam10 was breathing very heavily, and I took him in my arms and cradled his head. I kissed his neck, very gently, and I said, “You are safe. No one here and nothing here will harm you. You can touch any of us, or invite us to touch you. This room is a kind of Never-Neverland, where you can explore your gay desire freely.”
“Things are going so fast.” Liam10 seemed to be hyperventilating.
I held him against me, caressing his hair, nuzzling his neck, as the spasms of his third orgasm without even getting undressed gave way to aftershocks. I continued to hold him as we watched Paul the waiter shoot five powerful squirts of sperm forward, and as Liam the Red grunted and, judging by his facial expressions, came powerfully alongside my Paul, in Paul the waiter’s ass. Finally, my Paul beckoned to me.
“Is it OK?” I asked Liam10.
“Go,” he said, his eyes huge.
I went to Paul, who motioned downward. I put my face on his abs and felt him shoot his load against my face. I let him finish, and I tongued his navel for a moment, then kissed my Paul deeply, his sperm running all over our faces. I whispered to him, he nodded, and then I went back to Liam10. I kissed him deeply. He recoiled momentarily, feeling the remains of Paul’s cum all over my face, and then he attacked me with his mouth, kissing me, sucking my cheeks and my lips, kissing deeper and deeper, breathing heavily. I enjoyed his caresses.
Paul the waiter stood up. He had a decade on any of us, but his body was toned and handsome. His cock dangled impressively as he strode over to us.
“Liam of the Ten Inches!” Paul the waiter said.
“Yes?” Liam said, nonplussed at having so much male nudity around him, at his face being damp with sperm, his mouth still frothy with sperm.”
“Welcome to Lindoro’s.” I hope you will enjoy your...”
Liam10 was staring into Paul the waiter’s eyes. He looked down at Paul’s uncut cock. He looked at me. He looked from face to face around the room. My Paul and our Liam were holding each other, kissing.
“I wonder...” Liam10 said, a bit timidly. “I wonder if you and Pete would mind...” He hesitated. Paul the waiter and I let him feel his way forward. A series of thought crossed Liam10’s mind like shadows of clouds on a very windy day. He seemed to come to a decision. Abruptly, he pulled his pants down to the ground, kicked his shoes off, and within 10 seconds had turned his ass toward us and looked at us over his shoulder. “If you would mind... that is... what Liam and the other Paul did to you, would you do it to me?” And without a word, he pulled his ass cheeks apart and waited for the next move.
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