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The Coming of Josh

Kind of quiet this weekend. Chapters are piling up, so I wanted to get another one off to you. Don't get too excited about Dawson disappearing. That would be too easy, BC. Nothing in this world is easy, as we all know. Hope you guys have a great weekend. Enjoy. FT
 
Chapter 280 – Dealing With the Dawson Situation

My hopes for an uneventful week were shattered with the meltdown of Dawson, then the words of a young hot looking male psychiatrist who I thought could help Dawson, but told Coach and me that he had bad news. Now what could that possibly be, after I spent, what seemed to be, an eternity convincing Dawson he needed professional help which Coach and I would help him get. I couldn’t wait to hear what the bad news was from this psychiatrist.

“And what might that be?” I asked Dr. Wayne, the psychiatrist. He looked at us very seriously.

“I’m going to have to admit Dawson to the psych ward at the hospital for observation. He’s clearly extremely depressed, almost to the point of being suicidal. We can’t take any chances here, so I need to admit him,” he told Coach and me.

“Okay, if you think that’s the best treatment for him, other than a hot bath and cup of hot tea, two aspirin and put him to bed for the night. I guess you’re the doctor and know what’s best for him,” I replied. Coach gave me a weird look. “Sorry, I don’t mean to be sarcastic, but I thought I had him semi under control, talking to him the last hour. Is admitting him to the psych ward going to have any lasting effect on his background and hurt his reputation? Will that go on any permanent record anywhere that might hurt him later in life? I know that’s a stupid question, because he desperately needs help, but I hate to possibly hurt his future vocational opportunities, having a black mark like this on his medical records somewhere. Just asking, as just maybe it can’t be helped,” I asked the doctor rather bluntly.

“That’s actually a good question, Josh. If it’s just for a night or two, I can possibly keep it off his record, but if we have to do further observations on him, and consider him a danger to himself or others, then we’ll have to keep him longer and, depending on the diagnosis, it might be on his record permanently. I know we all dread this, but sometimes it just can’t be avoided. You don’t want to have anything happen to him or have him do something bad to anyone else. I heard his outburst was rather violent and heated this afternoon, and mostly directed towards you and someone else, Josh. Yet, you were able to reach him somehow, and calm him down. Actually, the method you used to bring him out of his rage was extremely well done, especially when you should have been the one that was most offended and angered over his rage. Takes a special person to do what you did. He’s calm now, but from the questions I asked him, he’s still harboring some deep seated anger. I can’t tell if it’s at himself or other people. I need to dig deep into his psyche to try to find some answers. Until we can get there, I’d rather have him in the hospital under observation, just to be on the safe side,” he told us. I couldn’t argue with that, but hated the fact this might damage his reputation later in life.

“I guess we don’t have a choice, but see what you can do to protect his reputation. As pissed off as I am about his choices lately, I don’t hat him. We need to help him through this thing, and get him back on his feet and in a happy stable place,” I told the doc.

“Rightly so. I told him we were going to go to the hospital and take good care of him, get him something to make him comfortable and then work on his problems tomorrow after a good night’s rest. He agreed he needed to do something. He told me you told him he needed to, Josh and he believes you’re right. Somehow he really trusts you more than anyone else,” Dr. Wayne told me. That sounded odd to me, but then we were talking about Dawson, so who knew. “Would you mind reassuring him about what we’re going to do?” the doc asked. I told him I would, and went back into the office to talk to Dawson. He was still sitting in the same chair, but upright now. He looked at me like a scared person.

“Hey, bud. The doctor seems to think you need a night in the hospital and a sedative or something to relax you and let you get some rest. He wants to let you get a good night’s sleep and then talk with you tomorrow. You okay with that?” I asked Dawson, who looked like he was about to cry. He nodded yes. I hugged him again, feeling so sorry for him now. My anger had vanished, and my compassion returned. He held me tight.

“Am I ever going to be okay?” he asked almost in tears.

“You’re going to be okay, Dawson. I’ll make sure of that. I’m here with you to get you through this. You’re exhausted from your wounds and your anger. You need some rest and observation, just to make sure you’re healthy, then we can all talk about your emotions run amuck. You’re not by yourself by any means. We’re still your friends and we care about you. You need to know and understand we’re your friends, Dawson,” I said comforting him, our heads pressed together, with him holding onto me tightly.

“You have to hate me, Josh. I betrayed all my friends. You’re right, I betrayed and almost destroyed Drew, the one I loved the most. He has to hate me, Josh. He can’t help but hate me now,” Dawson slowly mumbled, as if he was about to fall asleep.

I pulled apart from him, held his head and looked him straight in the eyes. “Drew loves you like I love you, buddy. We can’t hate you, because, like it or not, we still love you. You’re like family and no matter how pissed off we get at one another from time to time, we still have to love each other. We’re all gay, but you’re just having a harder time recognizing that, and now we can help you understand more about yourself and how to be happy. The doc is going to work with you on that, and then there’s me and Drew that are going to help you also,” I told him straight. His eyes watered, then he gently kissed me again, then hugged me tightly. I wanted to heal him in the worst way, I felt so sorry for him at the moment. “Come on, buddy, let’s get you settled and relaxed. I’ll see you tomorrow sometime and we can talk more when you feel better.

We opened the office door and walked outside where Coach and the doc were waiting for us. There were two EMT’s there also, presumably with an ambulance outside. Dr. Wayne smiled at Dawson.

“You ready to take a little trip to the hospital where we can get you settled in and relaxed?” the doc asked. He looked longingly at me for an answer.

“Let me get him dressed first. He doesn’t need to ride in an ambulance in his swim trunks. Come on, bud, I’ll get you dressed,” I told him, putting my arm around him and walking him back to the locker room. We went by ourselves. We found his locker and I opened it up and pulled out his shorts, t-shirt, briefs, socks and sneakers. When I turned around, he stood naked in front of me, that nice cock of his hanging flaccid. I helped him get dressed and then walked with him back to where Coach and the doc were, close to the outside door. He hugged me one more time, told me he loved me, then the EMT’s took, the once enraged Dawson who was more stoic at the moment, to the ambulance to transport him to the hospital. Dr. Wayne said he was admitted and they would get him settled first, then he’d see him a little later. I squeezed his hand as he left for the ambulance.

“Josh, I’d like to meet with you tomorrow at your earliest convenience to discuss what’s going on in his head. I asked him in generalities what was bothering him. He told me he didn’t understand it, but you did. He said everything you told him about himself was true, but he couldn’t admit it to himself. I need to know the story. Does anyone else here know what’s going on with him?” he asked.

“Yes, Drew does. If anything, you should probably be helping Drew for all the mental agony Dawson put him through. Yet, he’s healthy now that he’s free of Dawson. You know, I don’t know why he trusts me at all,” I said, somewhat frustrated. “He was horrible to me earlier, and I wanted to hate him. Now, I feel sorry for him and want to help him. Am I fucked up in the head?” I asked Dr. Wayne. He smiled at me.

“To the contrary. Your problem is, and it’s a nice one to have, you care about people, Josh. Dawson probably doesn’t, or at least he didn’t think he did, until it all came home and gave him one hell of a sense of guilt. Thus, depression. How deep that is with him, is still to be determined, but I need to know exactly what you told him that shut him down from his rage and made him understand his inadequacies. That will be extremely helpful in dealing with him and getting to the bottom of his problems. I know you didn’t need this added stress on your life, but it’s all we have to go on at this time,” he told me.

“Sure, I’ll help. Of course, I will. We have to fix him. We just have to,” I said, somewhat frustrated, but knowing I needed to help. Dr. Wayne patted me on the back.

“Josh here is the finest young man you’d ever want to meet, Doc. He’s the co-captain of our swim team. Well now, I’d say he’s the captain, the other co-captain not able to be here. He has a way of reaching people like no others. If anyone can help you and Dawson, Josh can,” Coach told him. Dr. Wayne patted me on the back, and handed me his card.

“Call me tomorrow morning and let me know when we can meet. The earlier the better, so we can get to work on getting Dawson back on his feet and back into action,” he told me. I gave him a nod. The doc took off then.

“Coach, he’s bad, really bad. I’ve never seen someone as depressed as he is. I’m worried about him,” I told Coach.

“Josh, that’s why he’s in the hospital tonight. They’ll give him a sedative and calm him down, let him get a restful night, and he’ll feel much better in the morning. Then they can prescribe some behavioral modification medicine if necessary. Maybe he won’t need anything at all, but at least he’ll be calm and under their supervision until they can help him overall,” Coach assured me. I told him I sincerely hoped so.

By this time, practice was almost over. We had a half hour to go. I rounded up the troops and took them to the locker room for an explanation of what happened and what we were doing about it. I had some extremely curious faces staring at me for some answers. Drew was still pissed off to a certain extent, having his dirty laundry flung in the faces of his teammates, embarrassing the hell out of him.

I apologized to the team for the outburst they had to witness. I told them Dawson had been disturbed for some time and was having a difficult time finding himself and knowing who he really was. I left the gender preference out of it. I explained that with Dawson’s physical injuries from an accident, it left him depressed and he had to lash out at the people he cared about, unfortunately, having a brief meltdown from the stress and physical pain he was experiencing. Drew mumbled something derogatory about Dawson, but I gave him a mean look to end the comments. At the end, I told them all that Drew and I were going to assist with his therapy to help bring him out of his depression and understand himself better, so he could function on a normal, caring basis again, like he had at one time.

Ethan raised his hand to ask a question. I acknowledged him. “Is it true what Dawson said about Drew being a normal heterosexual guy before he started hanging around with the gay guys, and the actions of the gay guys turned him into a homosexual?” he asked. I almost had to laugh, but I realized he was serious.

“Ethan, does sucking a guy’s cock appeal to you?” I asked bluntly. He gave me a distorted face, and shook his head saying ‘no fucking way’. I laughed. “My point exactly. Would there be anything I could do to make you want to do that, and enjoy sucking another guy’s penis and swallowing his cum?” I asked bluntly again.

“No fucking way. You guys actually do something as disgusting as that?” he asked totally disgusted at the thought.

“Again, my point. I couldn’t make do something like that if I wanted to. Therefore, I can’t make you gay. No one can make you gay, Ethan. I think we talked about this before in one of our first meetings, where we discussed the differences between hetero and homosexual men. It’s a part of the brain that doesn’t develop properly, causing those who experience it, to desire the same sex instead of the opposite sex. Some discover it early in life and some not until later. Drew just happened to always have those feelings and desires, but wanting to be like everyone else, didn’t believe them and led a heterosexual life, until he discovered he didn’t like sex with a woman as much as he liked it with a guy. Did you guys ever have a circle jerk with your friends when you were young and just reached puberty? You sat around in a circle and jerked off together, sometimes lending a hand to your friends and your friends helping you out also?” I asked, getting a lot of chuckles from most of the guilty guys. “Come on, everyone did it. Don’t be embarrassed. It’s perfectly normal, at that age when you’re just discovering things and your body changes. Most guys give that up when they discover girls and sex with girls. It’s fairly common. Some of us, like myself and Drew thought we were the same as the others, but then found out we still liked jerking off with our buddies better than pursuing the women and playing their games, just to get in their panties and have our way. Now, a lot of you, like Ethan, still enjoy the game of getting in the girls’ panties and going for a home run. Some of us found it easier to satisfy each other and skip the games altogether, however it took some guys longer than others to discover who they really were, mainly from all the social pressures on young men growing up. We were expected to chase girls and try to get in their panties. Some of us, once we got there, wondered why the hell we bothered trying. That happened to Drew last year. He didn’t like it anymore, but as you heard earlier from Dawson, his coming of age involved screwing Drew here and, although he wanted the world to know he was over that and perfectly sexually normal now, he wasn’t, and neither was Drew. These two loved each other like no others in life. Dawson couldn’t admit it, but used Drew continually to satisfy his sexual needs, while dating and pursuing women continually, as far as the world was concerned. Drew lived in the shadows, but Dawson made a spectacle of appearing to be a womanizer. Drew, on the other hand, made no bones about being happy as a gay man. He admitted who he was and didn’t live a lie, contrary to what Dawson did. Dawson loved Drew terribly, but couldn’t admit it to anyone. You see what suppression of love can do to a guy. I think we saw the meltdown Dawson had today. Guys, whether you’re gay or straight shouldn’t matter. Just be yourself and be comfortable with who you are. That’s the path to happiness in life. I’ve had far too many friends that lost loves because they were ashamed of who they were. It’s time to get rid of the shit baggage and just be you. Those who care about you, gay or straight, shouldn’t care. Those that dislike you for it, are not your friends at all. Just be who you really are. We saw here today what can happen when you can’t. We saw living proof of that this afternoon. Now, because we care about Dawson, we’re going to do whatever to help him be him and live a happy productive life. Drew, I’m counting on you to help me with this effort, as you know how much he really loves you. You don’t have to love him back, just care enough about him to help get him through this. I know the love you had for him stalled, crashed and burned some time ago, and you’ve moved on, rightfully so, to save yourself. It’s a wonder Dawson didn’t cause you to go into deep depression. For that, we’re grateful you were strong enough to turn him loose and find someone who really cared about you the way he should have. We have to find a way to bring Dawson back to health also. I’m counting on all of you to help us with this, should it be necessary. Truthfully, I doubt if he’ll ever be back with the team. He’s too embarrassed for that to happen and there’s too much baggage here for him to shed. But those of you that knew him well, you still need to treat him as your friend and forget about today, as it wasn’t healthy for any of us. Do I have your help?” I asked. I got several amens.

Ethan came up to me afterwards and apologized for the question he asked, but what Dawson said about Drew bothered him some, concerning him, that hanging around with us, working in a gay bar, might make him queer. I hugged him and told him I already knew that would never happen to him, and I’d make sure it didn’t. I told him there were some of my friends I wasn’t so sure of, but I was damned sure about him. Ethan laughed and gave me a quick hug. I told him, while we’d never have sex, I still loved his hugs. He smiled from ear to ear, and thanked me for all the help and support I was giving him, saying he deeply cared about and admired me for being a real person. I took that as a compliment.

As Andy, Zach and I got dressed, I felt totally exhausted. “You okay, Josh?” They both asked me, concerned.

“I guess, but I’m really concerned about Dawson. I have to meet with his psychiatrist sometime tomorrow morning and explain the relationship thing to the doctor. He’s in the psych ward tonight for observation. We couldn’t see him if we wanted to tonight. I’m sure he’s under heavy sedation by now anyway. They want him relaxed and fully rested for tomorrow. I guess that’s best for him. Guys, his injuries, we’ve been concerned about were from a beating he took outside the back of a gay bar somewhere. He was hitting on this guy and going down on him when the guy beat him severely. I guess he’d been talking to this guy for a couple of hours about what a lousy fucking ass Drew was to him, only the guy took it the right way and figured out Dawson was the asshole in this situation and really screwed Drew over, practically ruining his life. He led Dawson on, and let him start sucking his cock, then beat the living shit out of him. Not that he didn’t have something coming, especially bragging about his mistreatment of Drew, but no one deserved a beating like the one he got. You can imagine how that didn’t help today’s situation. I’m sure, in his mind, he blamed Drew for his beating, when it was him that deserved it. Anyway, the breakdown happened and now we’re in, hopefully, the healing process. Promise me you guys will never get that depressed around me,” I told them. They both hugged me.

“I got depressed with Ashton, guys. I really did. There were times when I thought I was losing it. It gets to you. You can’t help it. It creeps up on you and you get a feeling of worthlessness. It’s horrible. It really is,” Andy said bluntly.

“How did you deal with it?” I asked him. “You never told us you were that depressed,” I told him. He looked at me lovingly.

“Being around all you guys helped me tremendously. You all loved me, and I could feel it. I got my sense of worth back from being around you guys. Then, there was crazy Trevor that kind of went through something similar with Drew, only not as dramatic. He was good for the soul. He’s very caring and thoughtful, just the kind of attention I needed at the time and he needed also. I guess we were just right for each other at the time. There was no pressure on either of us, having both been burned. We just became friends and lovers and chilled out together. Then we were so busy working this summer, getting the bar ready and all, we just kind of all got over it, and enjoyed the whole group. Like it or not, Josh, we are all good for each other in one way or another. I’ve never had a more loving close family as I have with all of you. I swear that’s true. I could lose Trevor tomorrow, and sometimes I feel like I’d like to, but still feel loved by all of you and be happy. No, I’ve grown to love and appreciate Trevor. He’s crazy, but he’s got a heart of gold and I know that. He has my heart anyway. You do too, but you always knew that,” Andy admitted. I grabbed him and hugged him.

“Now don’t go giving Trevor the idea that you still love me more than him, like Ashton said you did to him. I don’t need to be the problem of another breakup,” I chided. Andy laughed.

“I do feel bad about that in a way. I didn’t think I gave him that impression, but I must have somehow. I’ll try harder this time, although Trevor accuses me of that sometimes, mimicking Ashton. Those two are a lot alike in some respects, although Trevor has a stronger heart. Trevor is Trevor, but Ashton, sometimes you have to dig deep to find his heart, but it’s definitely there, you just have to work harder for it. I guess I’ve learned that the hard way, but at least I learned where it was,” Andy said thoughtfully. I gave him a side bro hug as we walked back to the bar.

Back at the bar, Allen, and OBB came running up to me when I got to the apartment. Others quickly followed. “Heard there was a huge blowup today at swim practice involving Dawson, Josh. What the hell happened?” Allen asked me, with OBB, Jake, Trevor, Dustin, Brady and Thad in tow, wondering the same thing. Apparently, OBB and Allen told Jake about the blowup, minus the details. “Damn, if we couldn’t hear the screaming all the way to the dive pool,” Allen added. I just shook my head. Zak and Andy waited for me to tell them what happened. The explanation ended with me telling them we had to do what we could do to help Dawson, as he was one depressed miserable person at the moment and in the hospital because of it. The guys couldn’t believe it.

“Something had to give. It was bound to happen sooner or later. Dawson’s fucked up,” Allen commented. OBB agreed.

“Yes, he is, guys. He’s just confused as to who he is. As much as I disliked the guy, I felt sorry for him this afternoon. I need to help him. I told Drew we both had to help him,” I added.

“Drew? Drew hates Dawson for what he did to him and rightly so,” Allen remarked.

“We have to put that aside and see if we can help the guy. He’s pathetically helpless right now. You don’t kick a guy when he’s down. Yes, he brought this on himself, but we all know what happened and, hopefully, all that is over and he’s willing to reform, if we can ever get him back. If we can get him stabilized and thinking rationally, and he still won’t listen to reason and change, then we can disown him, as there is nothing any of us can do for him. But, guys, we have to try to save him if we can. Drew and I are going to meet with the psychiatrist tomorrow morning and let him know what brought all this on. Hopefully, he can figure out some type of therapy to straighten him out. And, now, I’m tired of talking about it. I need beer, maybe several,” I told them. Jake grabbed me and hugged me, giving me quick kisses, just to let me know he was with me all the way. I felt at peace in his arms.

We had a couple of beers in the apartment, then Thad went downstairs to the kitchen and brought up food for our crew, saying we’d skip the crowd tonight and have dinner with ourselves, although he did report the dinner crowd was decent for a Monday night.

The dinner conversation amongst ourselves relaxed me, finally. Trevor had some tales to tell us about a guy in one of his classes that was at the bar Saturday night and noticed him there also. He said the guy was shocked to know Trevor was one of the owners. Then he flashed Trevor his junk and wanted to know if Trevor thought his junk was good enough to get him a shot at dancing to make some money. Trevor said he took the guy to a stall in the bathroom so he could get a closer look. He said the guy stroked himself to get hard, so Trevor could see how large he was. Trevor said the guy was well hung, but he told the guy he might make the cut, but wasn’t sure if he was large enough. He suggested he come and audition with Stan and Gentry, but he’d put in a good word for him. He said the guy hugged him in the stall with his bare hard cock poking him while he did. Trevor said it was crazy, but fun. We all couldn’t believe Trevor egged him on like that, but we should have known. We got a good laugh out of his tale anyway, a laugh I really needed.

I got a call from Eric, saying that Conner and Neal were downstairs and wanted to talk to us. Jake, Thad and I went down to get them and talk in the office. I assumed their visit had to do with Trent. We gathered around our small conference table in the office. Thad went and grabbed them beers, since they were off duty.

“You don’t have to work tonight, right, Neal?” I asked. He smiled.

“Nope, I’m good. It’s laundry and sex night tonight. Conner and I do our dirty laundry and have sex while the clothes dry,” Neal told us. “It’s kind of like mixing chores with pleasure,” he informed us. We laughed.

“Might be pleasure for you, but it’s work for me, you selfish bottom,” Conner quipped. Neal gave him a dirty look.

“Hey, you always like being on top. You know you do,” Neal responded.

“Oooo, a lover’s quarrel. How interesting,” I chided. They both gave me strange look.

“Just kidding. We’re lucky to get the laundry done and then we don’t have any energy left for sex after all of that, plus cleaning the apartment also. That’s what happens when you work so hard and have such little time off,” Conner told us.

“I bet you guys fuck all the time, and that’s what wears you out, not work,” I teased.

“Josh, we’re not like you guys, young studs, full of cum and energy to spray it up every hot guy’s ass. You college boys have all the fun. We old men, well, we have to work to get it up anymore,” Conner said, with a straight face, I might add, but Neal was grinning from ear to ear.

“Liars. We need to get these guys in the showers with us and see just how bad it really is,” I told Thad and Jake.

“We’d probably die of a heart attack fooling around with you guys. I’d end up with an ass full of college boy cum and not even have time to get a hard one going,” Conner teased. We all laughed. “Enough of the bullshit, guys. Seriously, we found X in Phoenix. He’s hold out at a building in an industrial district. The Phoenix PD is observing him. So far there’s been no trace of Trent. Before they apprehend him, they’d like to see Trent to know he’s with him or nearby. They’re afraid if they apprehend him now, they’ll never find out where Trent is. They’re not going to risk losing this asshole, though, so if they don’t’ get a line on Trent’s whereabouts in a couple of days, then they’ll grab X. There are several guys in the evenings that go into the building. It could be a male brothel of some type, they’re not sure. Trent could be in there and held captive, or be a willing participant. We simply don’t know at this point, but we continually get updates from the Phoenix PD. So far, they haven’t been made, as far as the surveillance. They were trying to find a way to get ears or video in the building, but don’t want to risk spooking them. They did say they had an undercover cop that thought he could see an informant to get word to X that he was an executive, looking for a college kid to bang and would pay big money for one, just to see if he could get inside. They’re working that angle. That may go down tonight if the guy was successful at getting an appointment. They’re 2 hours behind us, so we won’t know until later tonight if the undercover was successful in getting a date. I just wanted to bring you guys up to date on what was going on and going down. The Feds are in on this also. They want X. They don’t really care about Trent. Now, the Phoenix PD said they would determine if Trent was in on the business. It he is, he most likely will be charged. If he’s being held against his will, then he, most likely, will be released and sent home,” Conner informed us.

“Damn, I hope he’s not helping this X and whatever he’s doing, he’s just doing it to keep from being harmed. No telling what X is doing to keep Trent with him. If he could have just escaped from this guy and X left town, all would be right again. Now, who knows. Have you told his parents anything?” I asked.

“Just that we think we might have a line on his whereabouts, but we aren’t sure yet. His parents want to go on TV and beg for his release from whomever kidnapped him. We told them, we’re not sure he was kidnapped, but may have just run away to start a new life there. We did tell them he may be involved in something illegal, but we weren’t sure and not to be too concerned about anything until we found him and got to the bottom of things. They agreed to wait, but I tell you guys, they’re heartbroken and scared to death their son has met some foul play. I keep telling them no news right now is good news. I call them once a day just to see if he’s contacted them in any way. They haven’t heard anything from him to date,” Conner said.

“Well, if he’s doing tricks, he’s not going to call his folks and say he fucked 5 guys today and made a few hundred bucks. I just don’t see him doing this willingly, if that’s even what’s happening,” I remarked.

“I don’t see it either. Spending the time with him that I did, I believe he was protecting me from X by breaking up with me, and sending me away. Maybe he thought he couldn’t get out of what it was he was into with X, but he didn’t want X dragging me into anything either. He knew I’d fight to the death for both of us and might have ended up getting killed if X is as big a bad ass as Trent knew was. I hope I’m right about that, but then I worry Trent’s really in danger, wherever he is with this guy, if he’s even with X,” Thad said concerned. Jake and I both agreed with him.

“Let’s hope the undercover gets inside and finds out what’s going on. There may be drugs involved in all this also. You just never know, guys. Trent may be in sad shape when, and if, they find him. Just so you’re aware, he may not be the same as when you knew him. I just want to warn you. Neal and I have seen some sad cases involving missing persons. It’s not pretty sometimes. Very sad,” Conner told us. We were all concerned.

“Shit, I liked it better when you first came and we were talking about sex with on another,” I said, trying to lighten up the discussion. Conner stared at me.

“Talk about sad. Sex with Neal and I would be sad, Josh,” Conner remarked. That made us laugh.

“I don’t know. I get a stiffy every time the two of you come around. Can’t help myself. The two of you really get my juices flowing,” I teased. Conner and Neal shook their heads.

“You get hard looking at a male dog at your age, Josh. Sorry, but you’re perpetually horny at your age. Give it a few years and see how it is then,” Conner suggested.

“Neal, you’re too quiet. You always let Conner do the talking. Surely, you’re horny at times,” I chided.

“Hell, I’m just thinking how I’m going to get up and walk out of here in a few minutes without you seeing my hardon. All this talk gave me a boner, even if Mr. Elderly over there can’t get one up, I sure can with you hot guys,” Neal replied, making us all laugh. “Gees, Conner, you sound like an old man. We’re not that much older than these pups. We can still chase each other around the apartment and plant a dick firmly in an ass. I can anyway. Speak for yourself,” Neal added.

“See what you started, Josh. Now I have to go home and fuck him because you made him horny. We have laundry to do, which doesn’t leave time for fucking. Now what am I going to do?” Conner commented.

“If it were me, I’d fuck Neal. Fuck the damn laundry. Take it to the cleaners. Neal’s ass would be priority one for me,” I suggested. Neal gave me an ‘atta boy’.

“Okay, I can see this conversation has gone to shit. Come on Neal. Let me take your horny ass home and see if I can’t make you happy. Then we have to do the laundry. Get your horny ass up and let’s go, before I forget why we’re leaving,” Conner told Neal. Neal smiled.

“Thanks, guys. I’ll let you know if I got lucky,” Neal chided.

“Neal, if he can’t take care of you, there are plenty of us here that can,” I teased. Neal gave me a big smile.

“You couldn’t handle it, Neal. Come on. I’ll take you home and tuck you into bed,” Conner continued to tease. “Oh, if I hear anything from the Phoenix PD, I’ll call you and let you know.” I thanked Conner for the briefing and update. Conner and Neal gave us all hugs before taking off.

“Someday, we’re going to find a way to play with those guys at least one time. Even if we could just shower with them, it would be great. They’re both great guys. The more time we spend with them, the more I like them. I really trust them, and am grateful to have them as friends. That was one good thing that came out of Erin’s arrest. We got acquainted with Conner. He’s been great ever since we met him. He really cut Erin a break, thank Heavens. Great guy,” I exclaimed. Thad and Jake both agreed.

“Shit, guys. I’m exhausted, and I still have some reading to do for class tomorrow. What say we go back upstairs and hit the books, then hit the bed,” I said yawning and stretching. Thad and Jake both agreed.

Jake and I took off our shorts and t’s to get comfortable in our briefs, and do a little studying. I was still tense from the Dawson deal and now the Trent deal on top of Dawson. I told Jake it was like we couldn’t catch a break. He agreed, and hoped we had a positive resolution to Trent’s ordeal and soon. We were all upset with the unknown in his case. I couldn’t imagine what his parents were going through.

I called down to Eric to ask about the business, trying to distract myself from the trauma of our friends. Eric said the crowd was mixed, some gay, some straight and a few couples. He said we were light enough to send Ethan home to study. He said he’d limit Ethan to 2 hours per night around the dinner crowd and then work him heavier on the weekends and a few extra hours on Wednesday nights for Ladies’ only night, hoping he might get lucky with some cute gal. Eric made me laugh at that one. Although, it was a good idea, I thought. I liked his scheduling abilities so far. Eric said he had Sandy and Devin behind the bar tonight. They were keeping up with everything and having a good time doing it. I was pleased to hear that.

I just settled into my reading assignment, I had to get to, when Drew called me on my cell. “Josh, what the heck do we tell this psychiatrist tomorrow, and what don’t we tell him?” Drew asked concerned.

“I think we tell him everything we know about all that happened last year and what he told me about his beating just recently. In order for the guy to help Dawson, he needs to know everything. That way he can tell if Dawson is leveling with him or not during his therapy sessions. If Dawson is going to lie about everything and not want to get to the bottom of his problems, like he was with you all last year, then there’s little hope for him. If he’ll tell Dr. Wayne everything, even though Dawson sees the world differently than all the rest of us, then, hopefully, the doc can help him get through this breakdown he’s having. I tell you, Drew, Dawson was really hurting today. It was sad to see him, very stoic, almost catatonic at times when I talked to him. Still, I was getting through to him, so I’m hoping he’s not as bad as it seemed to be at the time. Obviously, Dr. Wayne was worried about something or he wouldn’t have admitted him. I’m actually worried about Dawson,” I admitted.

“As much as I hate to say it, as I was perfectly happy hating the guy, I’m concerned about him also. If that bastard doesn’t cooperate, try to help himself and listen to the psychiatrist, then I give up on him totally. Don’t get me wrong, there’ll never be another relationship between the two of us again ever, other than friendship. If he can be a good friend, then so be it. If he’s always going to be an ass, he’s out of my life forever. I’m sure you feel the same way,” Drew told me.

“Let’s see what happens tomorrow. Hey, Drew, I’ve got to study. Too much shit going on in one day. I bought a property today for a multi-million dollar dormitory, reorganized an aviation department, participated in a mental blowout of someone I used to call a friend and actually had sex with, and now we think another friend is being held against his will, and the FBI is investigating. I’ve had way too much fun for one day,” I told him . Drew kind of chuckled.

“Gees, Josh. What do you do for fun?” he asked, chiding. I gasp. “Just get Jake to treat you nicely, and you know what I’m talking about. He’ll make all the stress disappear. I’m sure of it,” Drew replied.

“Oh, he could absolutely do that. No doubt about it, but I wouldn’t get my reading done. I’ll talk to you in the morning. I know when you’re available. We’ll try to meet with the doc around 10:30 so it works for both of us. Pleasant dreams, Drew. Don’t work Stu over too hard tonight,” I warned. Drew laughed and told me Stu should have it so good.

I speed read my macro economics assignment, which was interesting in itself. I thought I had a good grasp of the material and felt confident I could understand the discussion in the morning. Then I remembered we had an American Literature assignment also. I quickly read that assignment, a selection of poems from early in our country’s history. We were to have a discussion tomorrow afternoon in class about the affects of the European authors on early emerging American authors. I thought I read enough to get by if I needed to.

Jake came over as I was finishing up my reading, and started massaging my shoulders. Damn, his fingers felt great. “Feeling any better, Josh?” he asked me, as he gently kissed me on my neck, while kneading my shoulders.

“Yes, now that you’re doing what you’re doing. Feels great, babe. What a day,” I told him, thinking about it. He agreed. “I’ll feel better after we talk to the psychiatrist tomorrow and let him know what we know. I hope we can see Dawson and know that he’s better. It’d be nice to know if Trent is safe for once also. Too many unknowns that concern me right now,” I told him.

“Well, one thing we do know is that we love each other no matter what, and we’re here to support one another. That we do know, and that thought alone should keep us content. The rest we can work on,” Jake whispered in my ear.

“I love you so much, Jacob. Even if your sister outed you over the weekend. I wonder if Mick told her he got some boy ass over the weekend. Probably not. Wouldn’t it be cool if he happened to mention it, not thinking?” I asked. Jake laughed.

“See there are some things we can still laugh about. Mick was definitely a hottie naked. Too bad he likes my sister. She probably doesn’t appreciate the male body like we do,” Jake commented.

“Definitely not this male body,” I said, pulling Jake around to my lap to kiss him passionately. We finally moved over to the bed, having ripped off our briefs, and boning ourselves up something fierce. We couldn’t help ourselves, and ended up sucking each other off, as we ferociously 69’d each other, ending in an intense orgasm. One orgasm was all we could take after all the stress of the day. We quit after that, went to the bathtroom and got ready for bed. Before falling asleep, which happened rather rapidly, Jake told me he thought sex was the best therapy of all. I told him it either brought you together or blew your life apart. He had to agree.

Morning came way too early, after the previous exhausting day. Still, I was trying to keep my spirits up for what the new day would bring. It was a beautiful sunny day outside, which automatically made you feel better. All of us playfully showered, not getting into anything serious this morning other than fondling dicks and balls and maybe probing a few assholes. No one lost a load, as far as I could determine, but it was a nice way of showing how much we cared for one another as the day began.

Thad, Jake and I had Macro Econ together, where we headed first. I called Dr. Wayne and told him Drew and I could be there around 10:30 to meet with him at the hospital. He told us where to meet him. I asked how Dawson was last night. All he could tell me was he’d discuss everything when we saw him later. That caused me to worry some, but at least he was under the doctor’s care and in a good place.

Leaving Jake and Thad, after class, I headed to meet Drew at the student union, then head to the hospital. As luck would have it, we had to meet Dr. Wayne in the Psych ward in his office. Dr. Wayne greeted us and told us to have a seat, then closed his door. He didn’t have on his white lab coat, so you could see more of him. He’d definitely been to the gym a few times, looking very fit and handsome. He was probably in his late 20’s, but very sharp looking. The little question that always ran through my brain, when meeting a new guy always asked, ‘would you do him or not?’ I would definitely do him, not that I’d ever have the chance or maybe want to, but I was attracted to him enough to seriously think about it. I could tell Drew was impressed also. He had on a short sleeve dress shirt and some navy blue dress slacks that matched his beautiful blue eyes that set off his thick dark brown hair. I had to stop myself from mentally undressing him, looking for signs of bulge when he walked around us to shut the door. Bulge is hard to determine in dress slacks, unless there is some significant genitalia to deal with down in the crotch area. I didn’t detect bulge, but dress slacks hide a lot. Jordan never showed bulge in his dress slacks or suit pants, but Jake and I were extremely familiar with the nice package those slacks concealed. Anyway, I digress. It’s easy to get distracted when dealing with a hot looking guy. His smile was interesting as well.

“Okay, guys. Thank you for coming into see me to discuss your friend’s situation and giving me information to help me in his treatment,” Dr. Wayne started off saying, after I introduced him to Drew, who he had not met. “Tell me how Drew here fits into the picture, if you would,” he asked.

Drew explained how he and Dawson were childhood friends and grew up together. They were mostly inseparable from kindergarten through high school and then came to Uni together. Dr. Wayne was impressed he had someone that totally knew Dawson inside and out. We spent the next hour explaining the relationship problems with Dawson, Drew and my involvement between the two. Drew explained I was a friend to both of them, but really worked hard this past year as an intermediary between the two, when they were having relationship problems.

“So, you and Dawson had juvenile sex since around the time you reached puberty in your life?” Dr. Wayne asked to make sure he totally understood the relationship.

“Pretty much. Not to be vulgar, but we’ve been fooling around sexually ever since we got hair on our dicks and found out what they were really for and the enjoyment we got from them,” Drew explained. Dr. Wayne raised his eyebrows.

“And when was the last time you two had sex together?” the doc asked Drew.

“I would say the beginning of the summer, sometime in there. It was pretty rocky all last year with him being macho straight here at school, but then fucking my brains out on the way home and at home. I cut him off a few times, but he would freak out and cry and tell me he loved me and couldn’t live without me. I have to admit, doc, I loved him. He was the love of my life at one point in time. I’ve gotten over him altogether now, but he just wouldn’t give up. He promised me he would come out and admit he was gay and allow our relationship to be known by our families. I came out to my family, but when the time came we were going to tell his parents, he refused and called me all kinds of gay bashing names as if he wasn’t gay. He said he was still straight, but he loved me enough to have sex with me to appease me and make me happy, but he wasn’t going to admit to anyone he was a faggot, because he wasn’t. I told him fine, but we were done, and I didn’t care if I ever saw him again, because he wasn’t being true to himself and lied to me over and over, mainly just to have sex with me. I was done being used,” Drew explained.

“Do we know beyond a reasonable doubt, he is gay?” the doc asked. We both looked at him like he had two heads.

“Oh, he’s unequivocally gay, Doc,” I jumped in and stated. “He abused Drew here something terribly. He confessed to me that he loved Drew and couldn’t live without him. As a gay man myself, there’s no doubt in his close friends minds Dawson is gay, no matter how hard he tried to hide it. Pardon my French, but he couldn’t keep is dick out of Drew’s ass no matter what. He admitted to me he couldn’t even get hard with a woman anymore, no matter how hard he tried. Let’s put it this way, Doc. Dawson was obsessed with Drew to the point of stalking him after they broke up and begging for another chance. They must have gone through this breaksup/makeup thing 20 times or more,” I explained. I told the doc about how Dawson tried to get me to talk Drew out of homosexual actions, trying to make me think Drew was straight, and just acting on impulses, experimenting having sex with guys for fun, but it was unhealthy and he wanted me and some of our other gay friends to dissuade Drew from engaging in these harmful activities. That was in his denial stage. Dawson didn’t want Drew having sex with other guys at school, because Dawson was having sex with women at school and not with Drew. If he wasn’t doing Drew, he didn’t want anyone else doing Drew. The doc looked a little perplexed.

“Do you know if he’s had sex with any other guys or was he monogamous with Drew?” the doc asked. I looked a little embarrassed.

“Well, he made a bet with Josh, if Josh won the state championship last year, he’d let Josh fuck him, not thinking he could ever win, or did he?” Drew told the doc, but then wondered about Dawson’s real motivation in making the bet.

“So did that activity take place?” Dr. Wayne asked, looking at me.

“I let him out of the bet not thinking he really wanted to go through with it. He’d never had anal sex before, and I wasn’t going to force the issue. Sorry to be so explicit, Doc. I gave him every imaginable opportunity to opt out of the bet,” I explained.

“So that never happened then?” the doc asked.

“Uh, Dawson wouldn’t let me out of it. He insisted I had to follow through with it. He even told me yesterday, that was the most honest sex he’d ever had. Go figure,” I explained. The doctor looked perplexed, but interested, kind of staring at me, as if to wonder what anal sex might be like with me. I wasn’t quite sure what to think, but waited for him to say something.

“Good grief, he does have some deep-seated problems here. Drew, how are you adjusting to everything. Do you have any problems, stress or concerns coming out of this relationship?” Dr. Wayne asked Drew.

“I’m perfectly fine. I moved on, have a new boyfriend, and we’re in a healthy loving relationship, much better since Dawson is gone. No complaints here,” Drew explained.

“You know, that’s a wonder. You’d think you’d be the one with all the problems, yet you’re fine. I think Dawson has some tremendous guilt here he’s dealing with and some severe depression, that he, basically, screwed up the only loving relationship he’d ever had in life, and no matter how hard he struggled to hold onto you, Drew, he couldn’t make that final commitment to admit to the world who he was. He fell short each time and lost everything because if it. This is going to take some time to heal him and turn him around. Other than that one time with you, Josh, do we know if Dawson had any other male sexual partners?” Dr. Wayne asked.

“I would say no. He was obsessed with me and having me to himself,” Drew said, jumping in. “He hated it when he knew someone else was taking care of me. I had sex with a few of the swim team members from time to time because Dawson was ignoring those needs and that pissed him off terribly. He was always trying to be the macho straight guy, dating and fucking women. I was to wait patiently until we went on breaks, going home. Then he was a non-stop sexual dynamo with me during breaks. We’d come back to school, he’d fuck me a couple of times on the way, and then nothing back at school. That was my life for a long time,” Drew explained.

“He tried having sex with another guy he met at a gay bar recently. His big mistake was that he was bragging about fucking Drew over and how he controlled his life and then let him down. I guess it pissed off the guy so bad that he led Dawson on, to the point Dawson thought he was going to get lucky with this other guy. They went out back of this bar in an alley and the guy let Dawson suck his dick for a few moments, then beat the living shit out of him, which is why he has all those physical injuries. The guy was paying Dawson back for being such an ass to Drew, even though he’d never met Drew. Dawson was just trying to rationalize in his own mind how he ended the relationship with Drew, and not Drew ending it with him,” I explained. The doctor looked very surprised hearing that. He just shook his head.

“Sorry to have to ask you so many intimate questions about your personal lives, and thank you so much for your honest candor. But in regards to Dawson, I needed to know his whole background relationship wise, in order to know how to go about treating him. He has severe depression, born out of guilt he doesn’t think he has, but he does. He’s paid the price both physically and emotionally, at this point. We treated some of his injuries last night when we admitted him. He hasn’t healed physically yet, much less, mentally. We need to treat both in order for him to recover. I don’t suppose you’d want to tell his parents the situation here, Drew?” Dr. Wayne asked.

“Uh, no. He’d kill me if I told them he was gay and got beat up sucking a guy’s cock at a gay bar. I’m done with Dawson, Doc. He’s out of my life, and I’m done dealing with his shit. It hasn’t been easy for me going through what he put me through. Like you said, it’s a wonder it’s not me that’s crazy instead of him. No, I’m not telling his parents anything. That’s between him and his family. I will not get involved. He’s over 18. He doesn’t have to tell them anything if he doesn’t want to,” Drew explained.

“We’ll let that go for now, but sooner or later, we might have to involve them in his treatment. I will have to ask his permission to notify them he’s in the hospital here, but then, they’re going to want to know what’s wrong with him. That’s where it get’s dicey,” the doc replied. “Could I ask you this? Would it be possible to involve you two in his rehabilitation and healing process?”

“I’d rather not have anything to do with him at all anymore. My boyfriend wouldn’t like the fact I was helping Dawson, because he treated both of us terribly. It got to the point we had to get a restraining order against him, he was harassing us so bad,” Drew replied. The doc shook his head.

“I’ll help, if I can. Like anyone else, I have a ton of stuff on my plate right now, but I felt sorry for him yesterday when he lost it. He was so pathetic, it just hurt me to see him that way,” I explained. The doc gave me a caring look.

“It’s just sometimes easier when treating depression like this if he has some support of his friends, the ones he trusted most in life be there for him, a reassurance that they want him to get better and are sticking with him through the tough times as well as the good. That’s all I’m saying,” the doc explained. “I appreciate your offer to help, Josh, and I’m sure it will do a lot of good in his healing process,” he told me.

“Well, maybe I could help a little, but not until you have him in a better condition. I’m afraid I’ll say something terrible, reacting to something he says, and drive him deeper into depression. There’s a part of me that would just love to do that to him, even though I know it’s not right,” Drew replied. The doc smiled, and said he totally understood.

“When we get a little further along, and with Josh’s help, it might be good to get you involved, Drew, as a reassurance he was making progress and you don’t overtly hate him, but want him to get better. That might help,” Dr. Wayne explained. Drew said he’d be willing to help at a point the doc thought it would be beneficial, but not at the beginning.

“I think I have enough information to get started on his therapy. We do some basic things first, such as treat any physical ailments, make them feel comfortable, work on things they see as positive things in life and then dive deeper into they psyche to see if we can find the true root of their problems. He has to be a lot healthier than he is right now, before we do much more than care for him physically. Josh, would you mind seeing him with me this morning?” Dr. Wayne asked.

“That’s fine. I’d like to know how he’s doing,” I replied.

“Drew, it’s probably not a good idea for you to see him today, if you don’t mind,” Dr. Wayne told him.

“Doc, if I never have to see him again, it’ll be too soon, but let me know when you think it might help,” Drew offered.

Dr. Wayne got up and shook Drew’s hand, and thanked him for coming in. Then he grabbed his clinical coat. We left Drew at the elevator, then moved through some double secured doors, to what Dr. Wayne explained as the psych ward. Oh boy, I thought. He we go. We passed a few nurses who were all scrambling around taking care of patients. I saw a couple of padded rooms, or what I thought to be. At least they were empty, but my mind wondered if there were a few more of the same type that were occupied. We finally got to what looked to be a regular hospital room with a hospital bed, TV, bathroom and such, with just one occupant. Dawson was in bed, propped up and watching some TV.

“Hey, Dawson,” I said, our eyes meeting, and wondering what kind of response I would get.

 
Kind of quiet this weekend. Chapters are piling up, so I wanted to get another one off to you. Don't get too excited about Dawson disappearing. That would be too easy, BC. Nothing in this world is easy, as we all know. Hope you guys have a great weekend. Enjoy. FT

Actually, Real Life hasn't been all that quiet, which may, or may not, be a good thing. I did read the previous chapter, then got distracted while I was contemplating how to reply. Before I knew it, another Amazing chapter landed. Now it's Tuesday already! Where does the Time go?

WOW! Not only is "Josh's World" becoming more hectic, but the situations with Trent and Dawson are getting Deeper! We're delving into serious territory, which just goes to prove how Awesome this story truly is!

I keep trying to remind myself, "It's just a story!" But, it's become much more than that! The "What" and "When" have been the entertaining surface. The "How" has been educational, on many different levels, and subjects. The "Why" has been insightful, and intriguing. The "Who" has been more than impressive. We've been granted an exceptional adventure, along with in-depth perception, guidance, advice, and valuable wisdom. No wonder we've been 'bent', and blown away! Incredible and inspirational!

SO ... Just because We might get quiet, that doesn't let You off the hook, FT, buddy!

Please, PLEASE, keep the chapters cumming! We're far from having gotten Nearly enough!

THANK YOU, beyond words! (*8*) :kiss:
Chaz :luv:
 
Actually, Real Life hasn't been all that quiet, which may, or may not, be a good thing. I did read the previous chapter, then got distracted while I was contemplating how to reply. Before I knew it, another Amazing chapter landed. Now it's Tuesday already! Where does the Time go?

WOW! Not only is "Josh's World" becoming more hectic, but the situations with Trent and Dawson are getting Deeper! We're delving into serious territory, which just goes to prove how Awesome this story truly is!

I keep trying to remind myself, "It's just a story!" But, it's become much more than that! The "What" and "When" have been the entertaining surface. The "How" has been educational, on many different levels, and subjects. The "Why" has been insightful, and intriguing. The "Who" has been more than impressive. We've been granted an exceptional adventure, along with in-depth perception, guidance, advice, and valuable wisdom. No wonder we've been 'bent', and blown away! Incredible and inspirational!

SO ... Just because We might get quiet, that doesn't let You off the hook, FT, buddy!

Please, PLEASE, keep the chapters cumming! We're far from having gotten Nearly enough!

THANK YOU, beyond words! (*8*) :kiss:
Chaz :luv:

Same here ..| After enjoying waaaay too much these characters' lives on paper you tend to forget they are on paper. And I have been a little busy lately so I got to read the last four chapter two by two and it was overwhelming. I was reacting with the same step-by-step reaction of the characters, was it with Buzz and Jordan or with Trent and mr X or with Dawson's breakdown (that was very well portrayed, by the way)

Keep writing, funtimes ..| and thank you for this story :biggrin:
 
FT, Chaz said it eloquently as only he can:
I keep trying to remind myself, "It's just a story!" But, it's become much more than that! The "What" and "When" have been the entertaining surface. The "How" has been educational, on many different levels, and subjects. The "Why" has been insightful, and intriguing. The "Who" has been more than impressive. We've been granted an exceptional adventure, along with in-depth perception, guidance, advice, and valuable wisdom. No wonder we've been 'bent', and blown away! Incredible and inspirational!

We love everything about this story. These characters are our friends we have grown to care about and love. We wish them all the best, but endure their challenges along with them and cheer them on. Yes, maybe they're bent and we're bent, like you say, but it's a damn good feeling overall and we all love it.

I hope Josh doesn't get sucked in too bad with Dawson. I don't wish Dawson bad, just wish him gone. I know Josh agreed to help Dr. Wayne, and Drew bowed out, rightly so. Drew didn't have too many nice things to say about his relationship with Dawson. The boys were extremely frank with Dr. Wayne. I would imagine that might have been a difficult conversation to have, possibly shocking to a third part. Dr. Wayne seemed to understand and listen to the graphic details, however. I guess he would need to know what he was dealing with in helping to search out the guilt in Dawson and work up some type of therapy. Good luck with that, Doc.

I got a kick out of poor Ethan concerned about becoming gay by association with gay guys. That was comical, FT. Straight guys and their myths. Amazing really.

I just love the relationship Josh and Jake have cultivated with Conner and Neal. They have so much fun together teasing. One of these days, Josh and Jake will get the best of them and have some fun. I can feel it coming, or cumming, probably both. Anxious to hear if they found Trent in that building they found X operating out of. As crazy as the Trent situation is, it's brought Conner and Neal closer to the boys with regular meetings.

So much going on, but so interesting to read. Please, FT, we wont more whenever you can dish it out. Can't get enough, buddy. BC
 
Gees, guys. So many nice accolades. I'm flattered. I feel like I've made some wonderful friends sharing this story. All you guys are terrific sharing your thoughts on our crew. I really enjoy your input and thoughts. You've actually helped shape some of this in many ways. If I ended this story, I would surely miss our discussions and the closeness i feel to all of you. I guess I have to keep writing as there is so much more to tell, and I don't want to give up on you guys. Here's another chapter to keep things going. Huggs, FT.
 
Chapter 281 – Therapy?

Dawson looked sleepy to me when I first laid eyes on him in his hospital bed. He never smiled when I told him good morning. He just kind of stared at me. I went over to him and grabbed his hand. He looked me in the eyes and then turned away, but held my hand. Dr. Wayne was watching his reaction.

“Hey, bud. Feeling any better today?” I asked him, trying to get some sort of dialogue going with him.

“Maybe,” he kind of mumbled. “Why are you here?” he asked. I patted his hand.

“I wanted to check on you and see how you’re doing. You know you got some pretty good injuries from that beating you took. The doctor said you were still suffering from physical problems. He thinks you bruised some ribs, sprained your arm, and your head took a beating and had some contusions, maybe even a concussion. We need to get you better, Dawson,” I explained. He was still looking away, but kept holding my hand.

“It doesn’t matter anyway, Josh. I’m so fucked up. What difference does it make if I’m healed up or not anymore. I look like shit, and I feel like shit. They gave me something to relax me, and that was some pretty good shit, but I talk slow and move slow now. I’m not allowed up to use the bathroom by myself. Can you imagine that? Someone has to hold my dick while I pee. That doesn’t work too well with me. I swear this hospital has some faggot male nurses that get off doing that shit,” he said slowly. I saw Dr. Wayne make a note of that.

“At least you have a nice window in your room. It’s a warm sunny day outside. Hopefully, that should cheer you up,” I said, trying to make conversation. Dawson was looking out the window, but just shook his head slowly.

Just then a female nurse came into the room with a paper cup containing a couple of pills. “Open up, Mr. Dawson. We have some happy pills for you to take. Hopefully, it’ll improve your disposition so you can get out of here one of these days,” she said, in a very cheerful manner.

“You could climb in here in this bed with me and cheer me up,” Dawson quipped. “I have something large, I’d like to share with you,” he said, in an uncharacteristic kind of way.

“You need to get better first, sweetheart. You don’t need any excitement right now, the way you’re feeling, darling. We need to whip you back into shape,” she chided. Dawson looked disappointed. I looked at Dr. Wayne, who was taking notes.

“Yeh, I don’t think you’re up for anything exciting right now, buddy. You’re half out of it and, physically, you’re hurting. The less action you have, the better,” I tried to explain. He gave me a sad look. “Dawson, do you want me to call your parents for you and let them know you’re in the hospital?” I asked. Dr. Wayne was interested in his answer.

“Fuck no, Josh! I’ll be out in a couple of days, once I get healed up a little. No sense in worrying my parents over a little scratch like this,” he said, noticeably disturbed by my question.

“Okay, but if you think they ought to know, let Dr. Wayne know, and I’ll call them for you, or let you call them, either way,” I replied. He didn’t say anything and looked away again. I grasp his arm. “I’m going to let you get some rest and some sleep. I’ll be by tomorrow to check on you if not sooner. Get some rest, Dawson. I’ll check in on you later,” I told him, then followed Dr. Wayne out of the room. We went down to a small conference room, and sat down at a table, Dr. Wayne at the end and me on the side, inches away from him.

“Interesting to see how he reacted to you today, Josh. He still likes you, but he’s half out of it. His body held your hand, giving you a sense of caring, and glad that you came to see him. The flirting he did with the nurse, was a defense mechanism. He’s still playing games, putting on a façade as if he likes the female gender, teasing the nurse as if he wants to breed her, you could say, in a sense of the word. Interestingly enough, he knows the two of you are gay, and does things to give the impression he’s straight. We have a lot of work to do here. This is going to take some time, just so you’re aware,” Dr. Wayne told me. “I sincerely hope you can be patient,” he added.

“It’s his life, Doc. I’m not going to be upset at the fact it takes him time to heal him. We’re not that close. I’m just concerned about him, but, truthfully, I think you have your work cut out for you. Good luck with that one,” I told him. Dr. Wayne smiled, and put his hand over mine, grasping it, momentarily.

“You do care about him, Josh. I can sense it in everything you say to him. It’s not just what you say, it’s the way you look and react, your facial expressions, the tone of your voice. There are many ways people express themselves other than just the words they choose. You’re a very caring person. He’s lucky to have you as a friend,” the doc replied.

“I wouldn’t consider myself a close friend at all, Doc. I’m concerned about him. I want him to heal and be a kinder, gentler person, who understands and knows who he is and is honest about it, not playing games with people’s emotions. I have a lot to dislike him for, but right now, he probably needs us more than anything,” I explained.

“You’re absolutely right. Be patient with him. He’ll have a better attitude in a couple of days and we’ll be able to have some better conversations with him. In the meantime, if you want to stop by anytime and see him, I’m sure it would help. You don’t have to stay long, just let him know you’re thinking about him. He may not be too cordial, but your presence makes and impression on him that helps him heal,” the doctor explained.

“I guess. I’ll try to bite my tongue when I need to,” I promised. I got a pat on the shoulder for that one.

“Years from now, you’ll be proud of yourself for the acts of kindness you’re doing for your friend,” he assured me. I wasn’t so sure. “I’ll let the psych ward security know you have access to him anytime and to let you in. If you bring anyone with you, you’ll need to call my office ahead of time for me to put that person on the guest list and tell me the time you’ll be here with that person. Sorry, but we have to keep tight security on this ward. I’m sure you understand,” he explained. I wasn’t so sure, but imagined there were some deeply disturbed people in this ward.

We got up and left. I left him at the elevator. He thanked me again for the help I was going to be giving and squeezed my shoulder. I chuckled a little. He looked at me kind of funny. Then I said, “I like your way of expressing care also, Doc. Feels kind of nice, you squeezing my shoulder. I hope we didn’t gross you out talking about all the gay sexual stuff in your office earlier. We sometimes forget who we are explaining things to,” I remarked.

“Not at all, Josh. I’ve seen and heard it all. Nothing shocks me. You and Drew are some great guys. I’m sure Dawson will be again sometime. You’re right in the fact, he needs to admit to himself before anyone else, that he’s gay. That would go a long way to healing the boy. By the way, he’s going to be here for a while. He’s not out in 2 days, just so you’re aware,” Dr. Wayne advised me. I knew that was coming.

“It takes as long as it takes. What does he do about school?” I asked curiously.

“This semester is a wash for him, I would suspect, unless a miracle happens,” he replied. I was thinking the same thing. We said our goodbyes, but he told me to call him with any thoughts or questions, as he’d be depending on me considerably to help with his treatments.

While I was happy Dawson was in good care, I wondered how much time I’d have to devote to helping him out. That was the last thing I needed on my plate at the moment.

I got back to the bar just in time for lunch. Damn, if Jordan and Buzz weren’t there having lunch together. I got to say hi to them. There were extremely cheerful as they talked together, almost giddy, I thought. This relationship seemed to be budding. I just wondered if Buzz was feeling what Jordan wanted him to feel, or he just enjoyed having a new friend. I guessed time would tell.

“Hey, Josh. We need to talk about having a groundbreaking ceremony. I know a reporter from the paper and I’m sure she’d cover the story and give us a little publicity. Could be a big thing for this town, building the first new dormitory in this town in years,” he said excitedly.

“Sure, sounds good. Set it up and we’ll get Todd to get us a shovel and make it happen. We’ll need you, Todd, Chad, Devin, and you, Jordan. Jake and I’ll be there and any of the rest of the team that wants to participate,” I replied. Buzz seemed pleased. “Do we need to work up a press release or anything?”

“She usually likes names, what function each individual has in the project, that kind of stuff,” Buzz replied.

“Well, you need to take credit for the architecture, get your name out there with some of the best in the business. Hell, we might be looking at the next Frank Lloyd Wright sitting right here at this table, Jord,” I said, complimenting Buzz. Buzz was all smiles. Jordan patted him on the back. “Make sure they get a full rendition of what the building will look like when it’s done, Buzz. We need to name, Todd and Chad as our general contractors and Devin as our electrical contractor. Stoney Enterprises will be the owner which Jake, Jordan and I will represent. You have most of the details if you want to write something up and send it to me to review,” I suggested to Buzz.

“Jordan can help me work on that part, knowing all about Stoney Enterprises,” Buzz suggested, which made Jordan smile from ear to ear. Jordan said he’d help. “Speaking of the devil, there’s Marianne from the local newspaper having lunch over there,” Buzz said, pointing out a young, very attractive, dark haired woman, having lunch with a couple of her colleagues. “Let me introduce you to her,” Buzz said, getting up and going over to her with me in tow.

“Marianne, how are you?” Buzz said as he greeted her. She stood up and gave Buzz a polite hug. He kissed her on the cheek, which was somewhat confusing to me, leading me to guess they knew each other rather well. “Hey, this is Josh, the owner of this great new establishment here. I wanted to introduce him to you and tell you about his newest project we’ll be building here in town,” Buzz started to say.

“Pleased to meet you, Josh. This is quite a place you’ve opened here. If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to set up an appointment to interview you on this place. There’s quite a buzz all over town about how interesting this place is. I have to tell you, the food is fantastic here. I want to know all about your chef as well. Do you have a card for contact information where I can reach you to set up an interview?” Marianne asked. I got out my phone and had her call me. Then I saved her number to my contacts, which would give me a head’s up she was calling me.

“Not only is this place jumping, but Josh and company are building a new private dormitory here, and we’d like you to cover the groundbreaking ceremony,” Buzz told her. She seemed delighted. “I’ll send you the information on when it’s happening and my rendition of what the building looks like. This is going to be the best looking building between Chicago and New York. Wait until you see what this baby looks like. It’s my finest work ever,” Buzz told her. Marianne smiled.

“Buzz, you always did design interesting buildings. Those designs you have on your office walls always intrigued me. Josh, you know how most guys want to show you their etchings after a date. Buzz here wants to show a girl his building designs. Sometimes I think he’s more interested in his buildings than he is women. But, he’s still a great guy. I can remember you in high school, Buzz, always drawing buildings, doodling in class. Your mind was always on designing buildings. Guess all that doodling paid off for you, though. I have to say, this is quite an accomplishment for you and your firm. This has to be the largest project you’ve ever designed, isn’t it?” she asked.

“By far, Marianne. Interesting you remembered all those scribbles I did in high school,” Buzz chided.

“Oh, I remember a lot of things about you in high school. There were a lot of us girls that were interested in you during that time. We just couldn’t find a way to get your attention away from your designs. You were way too serious about those damned designs back then. Now that you’ve got a major gig, maybe you’d have time to have a drink with me sometime and catch up,” Marianne suggested.

“I could probably do that. Oh, and you need to meet the company’s attorney, Jordan. His office is in my building, just down the hall. You’d probably really like him also,” Buzz suggested, motioning for Jordan to join us. Jordan came wandering over. Buzz introduced Jordan to Marianne.

“Delighted to meet you, Marianne. Buzz was just telling us about you and your work at the paper,” Jordan commented, as he shook hands with her.

“Well, aren’t you a handsome man for an attorney. Yes, by all means, Buzz, the three of us should get together for a drink sometime and let me get to know Jordan more and catch up on your life these days,” Marianne suggested. Jordan smiled.

“We’ll do just that, Marianne. Well, we won’t keep you from your lunch, but it’s great to see you again. We’ll be in touch on the groundbreaking ceremony and you can catch Josh sometime and get the scoop on this great place,” Buzz offered. Marianne gave Buzz another quick hug as she said goodbye to all of us.

Back at Buzz’s and Jordan’s table, Jordan couldn’t help but ask questions about Marianne. “So, this an old flame of yours, Buzz?” Jordan asked teasing, but more interested in finding out if Buzz liked women.

“Marianne? Oh, we dated a few times in high school, nothing serious. Back then I didn’t have time or the inclination for dating much. Still don’t actually. Women are too much trouble. She’s a nice girl, but she can be pushy too, sometimes a little overbearing. Don’t get me wrong, she’s good at what she does and extremely well known for her newspaper work. I guess she’s still single. You want me to fix you up with her, Jordan? The way she looked at you, I’m sure she’s interested,” Buzz commented.

“Me? No, I don’t need that kind of trouble. I’m with you, buddy. Women are too much of a hassle for me, right now anyway,” Jordan replied. I wanted to laugh, but kept my comments to myself. I could tell Jordan was totally confused, as to what to think about Buzz at the moment. Hell, I was too.

Jake came and got me to tell me he had lunch for us at another table. I patted Jordan and Buzz on the back and told them I’d see them later, then took off to join Jake. Looking over at Buzz and Jordan later on, they were still laughing and having fun together.

The rest of the afternoon went fairly smooth as compared to the previous afternoon, with the Dawson meltdown. Of course, I ran into Riley in American Lit, along with his sister, Sarah. He looked way too preppy. He pulled me aside.

“Have you thought anything more about us getting together to help me with my virginity problem?” he asked, half excited. “We only have a little over a week before the camera crew is here to do the photo session with the two of us,” Riley reminded me.

“We’ll have to work it in sometime, I guess. I’ve just been so busy, with the bar, swim practice, school and a couple of personal matters that had to be taken care of involving friends of mine, Riley. We’ll get to it before the time comes,” I assured him.

“I was kind of hoping maybe we could have a couple of sessions to make sure I’m really comfortable with everything so there’s no embarrassment when the crew arrives and we have to, you know, be naked around them and do the shoot,” he said, somewhat concerned.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine, Riley. I just have a lot of things to work out before I can spend some time with you,” I told him.

“You’re not having second thoughts about any of this, are you?” he asked, concerned. “You’re the only one in this world that can help me with this, you know. I’m counting on you to do this for me, Josh. I really need this,” he urged. I patted him on his arm.

“Riley, we’ll get this done. I’ll let you know, and that’s all I can tell you right now. Class is going to start. I’ve got a full day after this even,” I told him, and walked back to Jake, watching him walk away and re-join his sister. I could tell he was worried I wasn’t going to follow through on my promise, but I didn’t have time to talk about it today. I’d find the time somehow.

Swim practice went smoother, obviously, as we didn’t have Dawson to disrupt and try to destroy the team today. I told the team, Dawson would not be back, but we could do just fine without him. They all agreed we’d do much better without him. Still, I told them to remember him in their thoughts, as he was really struggling right now in the hospital. They didn’t show much enthusiasm, but it was, what it was.

I checked in with James to see how he was coming with the physical exams. He said he should finish up today, and then we could go over the data, once he crunched it through the computer. He said he’d have detailed reports for each teammate. We could review the results with them individually, then set up a training program for each member of the team. I liked that idea. He said he’d have all that for me tomorrow for sure. I gave him a quick hug.

“By the way, I have to say, I’ve never felt so many dicks and probed as many asses, or held as many balls in all my life, Josh. Damn, if poor Ken didn’t have to fuck me silly each night, I was so horny. Talk about drain your balls. Damn, this project was something else. I managed to get through it all professionally though. Well, with the exception of that Les guy, but you were there with me on that one. That fucking cock of his is hot. Damn it was nice in my ass. Wouldn’t mind having that back again sometime,” James said smiling. I smiled and hugged him, patting him on his cute ass. “I wouldn’t mind having your cock in my ass again also. Ken and I definitely need to get together with you and Jake sometime and reacquaint our genitalia with one another,” he chided. I gave him a quick kiss and squeezed his cock through his shorts. “Oh, that felt good. We could do more of that if you have time,” James teased. I kissed him goodbye, and told him I’d see him tomorrow. While he looked disappointed, he knew I was busy. I thought to myself, if he thought the swim team was hot, wait until he got to the basketball team and worked on their big cocks and balls. That team had some large genitalia to deal with. That thought of that made me smile.

After practice, I left Andy and Zach, telling them I was going to run over to the hospital and see Dawson for a few minutes, just to let him know I was checking on him. They thought that was nice and offered to go with me. I had to tell them I was the only one approved to see him currently, but I’d try to get them added to the list sometime, so we could all go. They understood and told me to tell him hello for them.

I got through security, showing my driver’s license and my student ID card. It was a little bit of a hassle, but I totally understood why. There were a few extreme cases in there, that I wouldn’t want out on the streets. Dawson was supposedly watching some TV, but more like staring out into nowhere. “How’s it going, bud?” I asked, as I entered his room, trying to be cheerful. He looked over at me, but barely nodded, not showing much reaction to my being there. I went up to his bed and grabbed his hand again. He looked up at me, finally. “Feeling any better?” I asked.

“I don’t know, Josh. They tell me I’m depressed. Hell, I could have told them that without me having to be in here,” he said slowly, almost dragging his words. They give me pills to take. I think the pills make me sleepy. I can’t hardly stand up by myself, when I have to take a piss in the bathroom. They have to hold me. Pain in the ass,” he said, dragging every word. “I need to piss. Would you help me this time?” Dawson said, as he started to get out of bed.

“Wo, there, bud. Do we need to call the nurse first?” I asked, not sure of the protocol set up for him. He gave me a weird look.

“It’s just a piss, Josh. I’m not breaking out of the place. Help me up. I gotta go,” he said, urgently. I helped him move his ass to the edge of the bed, then he lowered his stocking feet to the floor and slid off the bed onto his feet, as I held him from going over and falling flat on his face. He was very unsteady, I could tell. He leaned against me. I had an arm under his shoulder, then we walked very slowly to his private bathroom.

“You know your ass is hanging out in the back, don’t you?” I informed him. He was wearing one of those hospital gowns open in the back.

“Can’t help it,” he replied. “Everything hangs out in a hospital. No modesty here,” he said slowly. I wasn’t sure if he was being funny or just factual.

We got to the toilet and he fumbled around his gown to try to get to his dick. I had to pull up his gown above his dick in order for him to pee. It was so awkward, and he needed to go. We were having a hard time getting access to his dick to allow him to go. He asked me to hold his dick and point it in the right direction, as he held onto his gown under his arm, to keep it from falling over his cock while he pissed. Seeing as we were having a difficult time with this process, I reluctantly held his cock between my fingers and pointed it in the right direction. He let loose a powerful stream of piss. He was right. He really did have to go. I swear his dick was getting larger the longer I held it, while he was pissing. When I shook off the piss drops at the end of his cock, he was almost hard, his large penis swollen from my touch.

“Gees, Dawson, you didn’t have to make this sexual,” I told him. “I was just trying to help you piss, not get you off,” I exclaimed.

“Can’t help it. My cock gets excited in your hand. You can jack it for me, if you want. I could use a good release,” Dawson told me. I wasn’t sure if he was joking or serious. I let go of his penis, and pulled his gown back down over his pubes and cock. He was still tenting. “Guess there’s no happy ending, huh?” he asked, very seriously.

“I think you need some different attention before you get any attention there,” Dawson. “Let’s not get carried away,” I suggested. He just mumbled something. I turned him around and helped him back to bed, getting a handful of bare asscheek, my finger almost up his asshole, as I helped lower him back on the bed. I picked up his feet and swung his ass back on the bed, then pulled a sheet up over him to cover him up some.

“Thanks for helping me, Josh. You may be the only friend I have in this world,” he said sluggishly. I felt sorry for him again, seeing him in this condition.

“I’ll ask the doctor about your medication to see if you really need something this strong. This stuff really slows you down, if you ask me,” I said, then looked at him. His eyes were closed and he was asleep. He looked so helpless lying there in his hospital bed. With him sleeping soundly, I decided there wasn’t much use of me staying. I bent over and kissed him on the forehead, squeezed his arm again, then headed out. I had to sign out as I left the ward.

Everyone wanted to know how he was when I got back to the bar. I described my exciting trip with him to the bathroom. They couldn’t believe I had to hold his dick for him while he peed. All in all, I told them, it was pretty pathetic, but I was glad I could help. I told the guys, I thought his medication was too strong, his speech very sluggish. They couldn’t get over how different he was today than yesterday, when he was blasting everyone apart in the locker room.

“How’s his dick feel, Josh?” Trevor asked, teasingly.

“Trevor, really? It’s a dick. He has a nice dick, don’t get me wrong, but it wasn’t his dick I was interested in today. I was more interested in his mental and physical health, his wellbeing. Not much difference from this morning and this afternoon. I hope he’s better tomorrow,” I told them.

For a Tuesday night, the bar was doing well. The afterwork drink and dinner crowd was nice, with mixed couples, singles and some gay professionals. It was interesting to see the gay population of the area in a different light, not knowing who they were before or ever seeing them anywhere as a group. We seemed to be offering a venue for them to appear and enjoy themselves. These were the Jordan, Greer, Todd and Chad types, older than college kids, but still young and vibrant, enjoying the company of each other for drinks and dinner. I recognized some of them from Saturday night, when they were dancing with their shirts off, but now were coming from work in dress shirts and dress slacks, even some with ties. It was kind of neat in a way.

Eric was off tonight, as we were trying to get him on his normal schedule of having Monday and Tuesday nights off, thinking they’d be the slowest of all nights. This being the first full week we were open, kind of changed a few things, but Devin was doing a great job of managing things for us and Seth and Lance were helping out. They said they’d work 7 days straight the first week anyway, and then we’d see what days were best for them to have off. They were making good money in tips anyway, so they didn’t care about the hours they were currently working.

The guys and I decided to have beer-thirty in the apartment and chill in our underwear, rather than in the bar area. It felt good sipping on a beer in our u-trou and not having to look our best. I got a call from Devin telling me that Conner and Neal were downstairs looking for us. I told him to send them up to the apartment. They knocked on the door, and I let them in.

“Glad to see you dressed up for us tonight, Josh. We didn’t interrupt anything now, did we?” he asked.

“We were just getting ready to have a full-blown orgy. You’re just in time. Take off your clothes and let’s get to it,” I told him. Conner laughed.

“Yeh, right. I don’t think so, but nice try anyway,” he said, as the two gave me a quick hug. “We can drink a beer, because we just got off duty. I’ve got a little information on last night, but it’s still not what we’re looking for,” Conner said, as he and Neal took a seat at the kitchen island and I shoved a beer across to them.

“Did they find our boy?” Thad asked eagerly.

“No, unfortunately, not yet, Thad. They still haven’t seen him. Our undercover went through the contacts, and arranged to have a college boy delivered to his hotel room last night. The plan was to get Trent, then close in on X, once Trent was safely in the hands of the PD. The guy that showed up wasn’t Trent. We thought sure he would be. On top of that, it wasn’t X that delivered him. Phoenix PD had the whole place under surveillance. Apparently, there’s more than one college kid involved in this ring. The undercover didn’t want to blow his cover, so he just had the guy get naked and jack off in front of him, as if that was his fetish. Our undercover couldn’t have a sexual encounter with the kid, so that’s what he had him do. The UC asked the kid if there were any more college aged kids he could bring with him tonight. The kid told him there was a new guy in town, and he could possibly bring him also. The UC told the kid he was interested in paying big bucks to watch the two have sex together. The kid told our UC that he’d enjoy that as this new kid was hot, but he’d been so drained pulling tricks he didn’t have any ball juice left in him to play around with each other. We’re hoping that new kid is Trent. Not sure, but we’re hoping. Anyway, the UC arranged to pay the two $2,000 to watch them have sex with one another, only they had to cum on him, so he put it,” Conner explained.

“Damn, sounds like a hot time. What if it’s not Trent the guy brings with him?” I asked curiously.

“Well, then the UC’s going to get a facial he’ll remember for a long time. Oh, did I mention, the UC isn’t gay either, but he puts on a good show,” Conner commented. I just shook my head. “Anyway, I thought I’d let you guys know what’s going down tonight anyway. If they both show up tonight, we’ll grab them both, then move in on X and arrest him. At least the boys will be safe. We can sort out their activities later, once we get the dangerous guy in custody.”

“Is this safe for the UC?” I asked.

“We have him under surveillance the entire time, even the hotel room,” Neal added.

“Oh, so the whole team gets to watch his facial?” Jake asked. Conner and Neal smiled.

“Let’s hope we can nab them before they even get undressed, Jake. That’s the plan if Trent is one of the two. If he isn’t, well then, hey, a facial can be kind of fun with a couple of hot guys, now, wouldn’t you agree?” Conner asked. We all laughed. Jake said he supposed so, smiling.

“You guys feel like a facial. I can get our crew to give you one tonight if you want,” I offered. Conner and Neal laughed. Neal said he wasn’t opposed to it, but Conner shot him down with a big stare.

“Getting back to the Trent situation, what if he’s not part of what goes down tonight, then where does the investigation go from there?” Thad asked, still uneasy as to whether anything was really going to be resolved.

“We may have to storm the building X is holding out in. We think it’s basically a brothel for regulars, but we’re not sure. We know it’s well guarded, with a lot of security. There may be drugs going in and out of there also. The Phoenix PD just isn’t sure what all is in there, other than X currently, and some of his cronies. I wish I could tell you some good news, but I just don’t have any,” Conner told Thad. Thad looked sad. Conner patted him on his bare back. “Hang in there, Thad. We’ll find him sooner or later,” Conner tried to assure him.

“Yeh, but in what condition. I hate this. I just hate this, not knowing and not being able to do anything,” Thad said, somewhat disgusted. I gave him a hug, trying to console him some, knowing he was worried about Trent.

“So, we were just about to shower. You guys up for a shower with us tonight?” I asked excitedly.

“Nice try, Josh. I think we’re good in the stink department right now. But you guys go right ahead,” Conner replied. I just shook my head.

“Someday, we have to do that with them, Conner,” Neal remarked. “They’ve asked us several times. We haven’t been too hospitable when it comes to their request.” Conner gave Neal a dirty look.

“There are limits, now, Neal. Let’s not cross the line here. You are a cop, and have to be professional at all times. Need I remind you of that?” Conner asked. Neal looked disappointed.

“You guys are our friends first. Need I remind you of that?” I asked Conner. He shook his head at me.

“Josh, you have to understand. Hey, Neal and I would feel honored to rip our clothes off, shower with you guys and have you fuck our brains out, not that we’d understand why you wanted to do something like that with the two of us, but it’d be one hell of a privilege to have sex with you guys. That doesn’t further our relationship down the road. We’ve already stepped over the line a little too far already, but let’s not let it get out of control. We think you guys are great. We love hanging out with you guys here at the bar, and don’t think for a minute we wouldn’t love getting naked in that big shower of yours with all your hot dicks and asses. Realistically, however, we need to maintain somewhat of a professional relationship in case things are not always the way they should be. I have no doubt you guys will never be in trouble with the law, but things could get dicey if there ever was anything we had to get involved with. It’s better if we just enjoy each other’s friendship and don’t let it get physical, if you know what I mean. I know Neal definitely knows what I mean,” Conner explained.

“Now see, you tell us you love us, but we can’t have sex. That leaves us frustrated, and feeling unloved,” I replied. Conner shook his head at me.

“Don’t play with my head, Josh. I care about you guys like no others. It’s just better if we keep it straight between us. Besides, I kind of like teasing you anyway,” Conner added, then he got up and hugged me, and gave me a quick kiss. “There, that make you feel any better?” he asked.

“A little, but this would make me feel better,” I said as I groped his crotch, getting a handful of Conner meat between his legs. Conner jumped back.

“Damn, boy,” he said, somewhat startled. Then he groped my crotch, the same as I did to him, and kissed me again.

“Hey, we started. We might as well go all the way,” I told him, as I got my junk fondled through my briefs.

“I think we went far enough,” Conner stated, then sat back down. “You are one crazy dude, Josh. But I have to love you. You’re one hell of a friend also,” he said, taking a big swig of his beer.

“Can I grope him too?” Neal asked. Conner gave him a mean stare. We all laughed. They stayed for about an hour, just shooting the shit with us. We talked about the bar so far. I filled them in on Dawson and what he was going through. They thought that was terrible, and felt sorry for me, that Dawson’s ordeal was taking up so much of my time, as I didn’t deserve that. While I told them, I wasn’t happy about it, I felt sorry for him and wanted to see him healed mentally and physically. If it required me to be a part of the healing process, then I needed to help. Conner told me I deserved a medal for all the guys I helped. He remembered all too well, the way we took Erin in and turned him, around. Conner said he was never so happy in all his life that Erin had me to help him as he didn’t want to see Erin go to jail or have that on his record. I told him Erin was completely happy now with Jason, and doing a bang-up job for us in Ft. Lauderdale. Conner was happy to hear that, and told me to tell him hi for him, the next time I talked to him.

“When are we going to meet this big cheese, you keep talking to us about, this Stoney guy?” Conner asked. “Did he ever come back to his ranch?”

“Nope, still on his sabbatical. We think he’s working on a major project, but he hasn’t involved any of us in any of it, at this point. I just hope he doesn’t dump something huge in our lap at the last moment and expect us to deal with it,” I explained.

“Yeh, it’s not like you don’t have enough on your plate already. You guys can handle it, though. I’m sure he knows you can, whatever he’s working on,” Conner commented.

Conner and Neal, having nursed a couple of beers, decided they needed to go. I asked them how the laundry turned out the other night. Conner said it never got done. Neal had a big smile on his face. One could only imagine what distracted them. We got hugs, as usual, on their way out and a peck on the lips.

“Damn, I just wish we could get them in the shower with us one time. I’d love to see the two of them naked together,” I said, after they had gone. Jake said he would also. Thad was still pondering the Trent situation, and in a funk thinking about it.

It was a quiet evening after Conner and Neal left. Thad brought us up some dinner, then we studied the rest of the night in our bedrooms. Jake and I finally crawled into bed naked together, and spent an hour draining our balls ravishing one another, feeling the strength of our love between the two of us.

As we mellowed out in our post orgasm high, Jake asked me if I was really worried about Dawson. I told him I was concerned, but not to the point I worried about him, as after all, Dawson had created his own problems. Jake told me that was true, but to remember that when I helped him, not to let him pull me down. I thanked Jake for the advice, but told him I was good and for him to slap me out of it anytime I really started to care about Dawson more than I should. He assured me he would.

Wednesday morning, we asked Ty if he was ready for his research tonight at ladies’ only night. He said he was raring to go. He looked and acted excited. He told us this would be some of his best marketing research ever, and couldn’t wait to get started. We asked him what his girlfriend thought about his wearing short shorts, and wiggling his ass and junk in front of all those horny, screaming women. All he said was, “What girlfriend?” We left it at that.

When we got back to the bar for lunch, Jordan was there but with Noah this time and not Buzz. I was somewhat surprised. “Hey guys, how’s it going?” I asked as I greeted the two of them.

“Great, Josh. Good to see you again. This time I get to sample your place. Jordan has been raving about your food, which makes me feel inadequate, to say the least,” Noah replied. I just waved that off.

“There’s different specialties at different places, Noah. We have a unique German cook, Fritz, that does a great job. I’m sure he’d enjoy your bistro just as well,” I assured him.

“I wouldn’t mind meeting him, Josh, as this schnitzel is out of this world. I’ve heard all kinds of people rave about this place, so when Jordan suggested we try it out for lunch on my day off, I jumped at the chance. This is a great place you have here. I hear there are all kinds of entertainment and excitement happening in here later at night,” Noah replied.

“You bet. Tonight, we’ll have the whole place full of screaming women. Not sure how I feel about that, but let’s hope the revenue is good,” I told him. “You’ll have to come back with Jordan sometime on another night and get a feel for the place,” I added.

“I’d like that also,” Noah replied. “This place has some unique features, like that gorgeous bar of yours. Not to mention the interesting soap dispensers in the men’s restroom. That kind of surprised me at first, then I thought how clever something like that really was. I guess so anyway. Anyone complain about using the dispensers?” Noah asked curiously. I laughed.

“No, but we’ve had some interesting comments about them. One of our crazy friends designed them in art class and said we just had to use them here in the bar. They might be a little edgy, but everyone seems to think they’re neat, if you like that kind of edginess,” I replied. Noah smiled, saying they were definitely unique. “What are you guys up to today other than having lunch here at our bar?” I asked, trying to change the subject.

“Jordan has us townhouse hunting again this afternoon, so we’ll see what all is out there. We both need new living arrangements. I’m tired of the one I have and don’t even care if I’m there much, which is rare that I am. If I had a better place, I might spend more time other than working. So, we’ll see what we can find. It’s more fun looking with a friend, than by myself. Jordan is good that way,” Noah informed me.

“Oh, Jordan here, is great at a lot of things. You wouldn’t believe,” I told Noah, winking at Jordan and making him nervous. “Well, you two enjoy your lunch. I’ll see if I can spring Fritz loose for a few minutes to meet you, Noah,” I said as I left to go to the kitchen.

Fritz gave me a hug when he saw me. I asked him if he had a couple of minutes, as I wanted to introduce him to someone, a fellow restauranteur. He seemed excited to meet Noah, after I told him about Noah’s bistro in the burbs.

Noah stood up to shake Fritz’s hand when I introduced the two. Noah went on and on about Fritz’s schnitzel, saying how tasty it was. He said he wished he could create some signature dishes like that for his bistro. Fritz told him he had a lot of secret signature recipes. Noah, said that was great, a true sign of an excellent chef. Noah invited Fritz to his bistro sometime to sample some of his signature sandwiches. Fritz said he’d love to come sometime, when he wasn’t so busy here. Noah told him he might not ever make it to his place, as great the reviews he was getting here already from a variety of customers. That made Fritz beam. Fritz had to excuse himself and return to the kitchen, as he said he left some of his schnitzel in the hands of George, who wasn’t quite sure what to do with it, and he didn’t want it ruined. Noah told him to take off as he couldn’t stand the thought of his schnitzel getting ruined either. Noah thanked me for introducing Fritz to him. He had a longing stare as Fritz departed, one that I couldn’t help but notice.

I went to find Jake and grab some lunch with him and Thad. “Jordan have a new boyfriend today?” Jake asked. I smiled.

“Not sure. I wonder where Buzz is today. And here, I thought the two were getting along so well together,” I said smiling.

“Buzz was probably tied up with our project somehow and Jordan asked Noah to lunch. The boy is finally coming out of his shell some. Less work for us, Josh,” Jake informed me. I smiled at him, knowing exactly what he meant. “Can you believe the lunch crowd these days?” Jake commented.

“Crazy, isn’t it? Who would have thought?” I replied.

Thad and I stopped by to see Ken in his office before Accounting class. “Hey, sugar lips, how’s about a kiss,” I teased as we walked into Ken’s office. I leaned over and kissed him on the lips.

“Josh, what if someone sees you,” he said frightfully.

“I checked before I did that, Ken. I’m not totally crazy,” I replied.

“Can we take a vote on that?” Thad asked. I shook my head at him. Ken had to agree with Thad.

“What have you done to my boyfriend to make him so horny every night?” Ken asked.

“What, James becoming too much for you to handle?” I asked him. Ken just smiled.

“No, not really. Actually, it’s been kind of fun,” Ken replied. I smiled. “I guess he has to handle all your hot swimmers with that analysis test he’s doing. Man, have we had some intense orgasms lately. You should probably drop by, you and Thad. I might need some help seeding that hole of his. He’s very needy lately because of you, Josh,” Ken explained. I just smiled.

“I think he’s done. Maybe that will give your cock a rest for a day or two, at least until he starts on the basketball team, but then James was always needy. He just didn’t get taken care of as often until I introduced you two. That actually worked out rather nicely, I thought,” I commented.

“Yes, it did, actually. I have no regrets. He’s my soulmate, Josh. I couldn’t ask for better. We’re very happy together,” Ken proudly stated. “Wait, he has to do an analysis on the basketball team also?” Ken asked rather shocked. I just smiled at him. “Damn, now what am I going to do? I think I might need a little attention in my ass.

“Well, you haven’t tried Thad yet, Ken. He’s got a mean dick for a hot asshole. You might want to ride that pole sometime, just for comparison’s sake,” I suggested. Ken gave Thad and interesting look.

“Hey, don’t look at me. I like catching also,” Thad explained.

“See, that’s the only problem James and I have. I like to switch it up a little and James just really wants to bottom. My butthole gets a little lonely from time to time,” Ken shared.

“Yes, I remember one time in James’ room at the frat, I tricked him into fucking my hole. I straddled him and face fucked him, which he liked, then slid down his torso quickly and impaled myself on his dick. The little fucker finished the job though, I’ll have to say that,” I told them.

“James told me you did that to him and warned me not to. I did it anyway, a couple of times. I told him if it was good enough for you, it was good enough for me,” Ken shared.
“I can’t believe we’re having this conversation in my office, a TA with two of his students. Good grief. I’m going to fry for this, I just know it.”

“Easy there, professor. Thad and I have your back, and maybe your ass if you want to lay it out across the desk for us,” I suggested. Ken frowned.

“That’s playing with fire, not that it doesn’t sound inviting. We have class in 3 minutes, if that means anything,” Ken reminded us.

“That means we need to get our asses down the hall to the classroom,” I suggested hurriedly. We took off in a fast pace.

“Why do we always get involved in talking about sex when you visit me in my office?” Ken asked, as we hastily moved down the hall to the classroom.

“Because you enjoy it so much, Ken. You know you do,” I reminded him. He just smiled.

Accounting class over, I decided to try to visit Dawson before going back to the bar, getting my visit out of the way before I had swim practice. It took me a few minutes to get through security, but most of the staff recognized me now, so the process became a little easier. There was a young security guy there at the desk where I had to check in. I decided to talk to him at least. “You have many problems with people trying to get in a place like this?” I asked him. He smiled.

“Not in, but some that’d like to get out. They have friends that try to help them get out. They’ll bring street clothes in and dress patients as visitors, then try to sneak them out. Not a good thing,” he said. “Can’t be anymore going out than is coming in. We have to make sure they are the same people going both ways. You should see some of the crazies in here, man. I mean we have some doozies,” he said rolling his eyes.

“Most of them in for depression or what?” I asked curiously.

“That, but a lot of drug problems causing mental problems. We have guys in here that look like zombies. Then we get guys hopped out of their minds on Meth. They’re scary, I hope to tell you. People don’t realize how dangerous fooling around with chemicals can be to the body and the mind. Believe me, I’ve seen too much crap to ever touch anything like that. Some of these guys will be institutionalized forever. What a way to spend the rest of your life for a couple of hours of getting high. Nope, not for me ever. You spend a few hours here, and it’ll scare the bejeebers out of you. I’m not kidding. The guy you’re seeing, he’s kind of quiet right now. I hope he gets to feeling better. He’s got a good doctor. Dr. Wayne is highly respected in this ward. He treats a lot of patients. He’s had some great success stories also. You have a good one for your friend,” he assured me.

“Thanks, that’s reassuring to hear. Dawson has some major hangups he’s dealing with. He has a hard road ahead of him to make the adjustments he needs to make to be happy again. I just hope he can make it,” I explained.

“If anyone can help him, Dr. Wayne can do it. If he can’t, then I don’t think anyone can,” he stated. I thanked him, and headed in to see if Dawson was any better this afternoon.

“Hey, buddy. Feeling any better today?” I asked Dawson with a smiling face. He looked at me and grunted.

“Good you’re here. I need to piss again. I swear they’re giving me medicine to make me piss. I know they are,” Dawson said, somewhat disturbed.

“I think you just want me to hold your dick again, Dawson. That’s what I think,” I teased. He still wasn’t in the teasing mood yet. That didn’t get me any smiles. I had to help him out of bed and to his feet again. We repeated the same process we had done the afternoon before. I held his dick, and it got hard again as he finished pissing. “Seriously, Dawson, as bad as you feel, how can you get a hardon?” I asked, as I gently stroked him a couple of times, then shook off his piss on the end of his cock.

“It feels good, Josh. You always made my cock feel good,” he said rather lethargically. I just smiled to myself and didn’t press the issue. “I could use a little action down there. I swear my balls are backed up and need a release,” he somewhat suggested.

“Don’t know what kind of effect the medicine has on you, bud. That might not be a good idea. Let’s see how you feel in a couple of days. You just need to rest and heal before you get frisky again. Can’t take any chances,” I warned.

“You do like my cock, don’t you?” he asked.

“You have a nice cock, Dawson. No argument there,” I assured him.

“Drew used to love it in his ass. He said it was the best fuck he ever had. For years it was the only cock he ever had up his ass. I swear I could make that boy fire a load halfway across the room when he came. Damn, Drew could cum, Josh. My big cock used to push the cum right out of him. What happened to us, Josh?. What happened to Drew and me that made me end up like this?” he asked so pathetically.

“Well, I think that’s something you need to discuss with the doctor when you talk to him. I’m sure he’ll help you figure it out in time, Dawson. He’ll help you through the painful thoughts you have about the relationship you had with Drew. You need to listen to him carefully, so he can help you. Keep any open mind. Listen and think about the way you answer his questions. That’s the only advice I can give you,” I told him, as I helped him back to his bed, and sat him down, then lifted his legs to get him back in, once again getting a handful of bare ass in the process.

“That felt kind of good too, Josh. You’re the only one that’s ever fucked me before. You know that?” he asked as if he was proud of it. “Best fuck I ever had. Hell, it was the only fuck I ever had. No wonder Drew enjoyed my dick so much. A cock feels great in your ass. I never knew that until you stuck yours in mine. You have a nice dick, Josh. You really do,” he said gratefully.

“Okay, well, lets just forget about that for right now. I’m sure that has nothing to do with your therapy, so it’s okay if you forget all about that one-time deal,” I suggested. He looked me in the eyes.

“I can never forget about the way you made me feel that day, Josh. I felt totally loved by what we did together. It was magic. That’s what it was. It was pure magic,” he said looking at me longingly.

“If you say so. Frankly I think it was a mistake, but you were insistent on doing it. Hell, you practically blackmailed me to do it, if I remember right. Damn, Dawson, that wasn’t right,” I said, getting a little upset myself, then I remembered we needed to keep him calm and emotionally stable. “I mean, it was good and all, and I enjoyed it with you. It brought us closer together,” which I considered to be a big lie, but I needed to keep him calm. He smiled at me.

“I knew it would bring us closer together. You know I always cared about you. I wish we had been closer friends. We might have become lovers, you never know,” he suggested. I just smiled, adamantly thinking that would never happen in a million years. Nonetheless, I just smiled.

Just then, the nurse came in to give him more pills. I asked her what kind of medications he was taking. She told me she was legally not allowed to tell me, but the doctor could if I asked him. Luckily, he showed up a few minutes later making his rounds. I did ask him, pulling him aside out of Dawson’s hearing range. He said Dawson was on a regimen of Lithium, as well as a few other mild antidepressants. He said that would help him think more clearly and make better rational decisions, level the mood swings somewhat. He said it was a very mild version, but decided to try it to see if it had any effect. Dr. Wayne said he thought it helped some, but he really couldn’t tell, until he started brain diving, as he put it, digging into the brain to discover the source of Dawson’s unhappiness and depression. I told the doctor is was all sex related. He said some of it was a chemical imbalance, at least for the time being. He’d check him again, once he was better physically.

“Has he improved at all?” I asked.

“He’s made some minor improvements. He’s eating okay, which always helps. If you come by tomorrow, I’ll cut down on his medicine some, and you can walk him up and down the hall. Just don’t go too far into the wing here. There is a maximum security ward just down the hall. You don’t want to venture in there. Outside the room here to the solarium down the small corridor there will be fine. He needs to get some exercise, get the blood flowing again. His legs seem to be fine. He had a couple of cracked ribs, so those are still healing, and he was pretty bruised up on his back and torso. One arm was badly bruised, so be careful how you hold onto him. It will do him good to get out of bed and walk some, if you don’t mind. He trusts you, Josh. He looks upon you as his best friend. That’s a major step, having his trust. I will need to involve you in some of his therapy sessions in time. He might be more honest with you in the room than he will be with he and me, one on one. That type of therapy is pretty effective, and I think it might work here,” Dr. Wayne told me. I agreed to walk with him some tomorrow. The doc took off to his next patient, telling me we’d talk soon.

I went back to tell Dawson goodbye. He was asleep again. I bent over and kissed him on the forehead again, whispering goodbye. He smiled. “Bye, Josh. I love you,” he whispered back. Okay, that was just weird. I pretended not to hear that, but he was still smiling without opening his eyes.

I called Zach, and told him to bring my gear with him, and I’d meet him and Andy at the natatorium, which was close to the hospital. The young security guard told me goodbye and said he’d see me soon. He said not to be a stranger. I kind of thought he was flirting with me in a way. I kind of liked it, actually.

 
Great chapter, FT. Dawson is on some strong medication to calm him down. Poor Josh got stuck with holding his dick for him to pee. That must have been a real trip. Interesting how Josh got stuck with his care and working with the doctor. Poor Josh can't help but care. Sounds like Dawson has a long way to go to get better. Just what Josh needs right now. Dawson seems to understand things, even though heavily sedated. He says he loves Josh. Can't figure out if that's because Josh is helping him or he really does love Josh. I get the sense Josh is strong enough to handle Dawson's emotions. Thankfully.

Love the way Josh and Jake banter with Conner and Neal. Sooner or later, they need to get the two cops naked and have some fun. Conner wants everything to be very professional, which is probably the right thing to do, given the circumstances, but Josh wants more. The plan the Phoenix PD undercover agent has planned is interesting. I like the fact he'd going to get a facial of college boy cum if one of the two guys he hires isn't Trent and the whole police team gets to watch. You are so bent, FT. Love it though.

Could there be romance developing with Noah? What about Buzz? Guess we have to wait and see.

More teasing Ken again. Now Josh has Thad to help him tease Ken. That poor office of Ken's has seen some hot action. I wonder if Thad will be part of the action in the office also. Guess we have to wait and see what happens there.

So much going on. The chapters end too soon. They end, but I feel like I need more. Lay another one on us. So much unresolved here that we're anxious to know. Keep typing, buddy. Your writing is our enjoyment. BC
 
It's great that CNB2 is gaining a diverse lunch crowd. It was the same at our old "Home" bar, The M&M. Damn, we miss that place! (Well, the place is still there, being Historic and all, but "The M" is no longer.) Next thing you know, Buzz is going to have to draft expansion plans. If there's an adjoining lot available, they might end up with a parking structure connected with a sky walk. That means the apartment will be gone, and they'll have to take over a floor in their new dorm building.

Looks like Buzz, and "our" boys, are going to be hitting the front page soon. I have to admit I've had my share of Mariannes. I do still hear about some of them, once in a while. Thankfully, I haven't run into any of them for a few decades.

Aw, Riley! Josh is going to have to break in another college boy. Well ... I guess someone's gotta do it. Good thing Josh is as young as he is. Otherwise, his plums would be prunes by now.

Speaking of balls, James gets to play with more than all the lotteries put together! Ken might have to draft Thad for reinforcement, and maybe even add Allen and OBB for backup!

Conner certainly has a challenge keeping everything professional, especially when it cums to Josh & Co. He even has to throw cold water on Neal. Given all the circumstances, that's probably best for Everyone. (Damn it!)

Awesome that Noah dropped by with Jordan, and met Fritz. Interesting chemistry might be cooking.

The way Josh is dealing with Dawson just goes to prove what an angel he truly is. I'm not sure I'd consider Dawson a friend, old acquaintance maybe, yet Josh is devoting his valuable time.

By the way, while kidding around with friends, I've tried to pee while someone else was holding "Animal". Couldn't do it. Not a drop. And, I'm pretty sure that still wouldn't happen even if I was medicated. Heck! I've gone through phases of shyness when I couldn't pee if someone else was in the restroom! I'd have to use a stall. Then again ... that's just me, and thankfully not a current problem.

However, it is kind of fascinating to hold a different dick, and gently feel it's flow. :badgrin: ..|

O.K.! On with the show, Please! :gogirl: (*8*) :kiss:
Chaz :luv:
 
Chaz and BC, you guys are the greatest. Chaz, you never cease to make me laugh. Your comments are quite humorous, to say the least. I had to try to piss one time after a small surgery decades ago, with two female nurses holding onto me. That didn't work out either. Finally, they sent a male nurse in to catheterize me. Well, that was an experience. I told him that tube was too big to be going where he was intending to send it, but it did, to my amazement, almost causing me to freak out. Yep, that was definitely an experience. It's fun to describe some of our crazy experiences or inadequacies over the years and laugh at them today. I used to be terrified of having to shower together, even in college. I was sure I was going to get a boner with other naked guys around, and at the time, I did not know why I was that way. I hated it, but the more i did it, the more at ease I was with it. Doesn't bother me a bit today, but it did then.

Anyway, I love all the littel anecdotes you guys provide, the crazy experiences and fun. Here's another chapter to have fun with. I'm just about done with Chapter 286 so i need to bring you guys up to date. Have fun and thanks for the great comments. Huggs, FT
 
Chapter 282 – Ladies’ Night and More Therapy

Swimming practice was back to normal again, thank goodness. With James’ work complete, he asked for an additional day or two to put all the data together in some sort of report for each teammate. I told him to take all the time he needed, as I was preoccupied with a dozen other things at the moment anyway. My main focus, at the moment, was the first Ladies’ Only night at the CNB2.

It was all hands on deck to get the dinner crowd fed and watered, then usher them out the door to clear the bar before the ladies arrived. We set up Thad at the door to collect the $15 cover charge, which entitled the gals to one drink, then they could buy as many as they wanted after that. Thad would collect the money and give them a drink ticket to redeem at the bar or with a waiter. Ty showed up all excited. He had on shorts and a t-shirt. I took him to the dressing room and gave him a pair of shorts and a skimpy wife-beater t-shirt. He took off his khaki shorts revealing his boxer briefs, similar to mine. I happened to notice a decent bulge there, but kept quiet. He took off his t-shirt and revealed a moderately hairy, but decently trimmed, chest, requiring great restraint on my part to keep from running my fingers through his chest hair and driving my tongue down his throat. I was feeling some growth in my groin, but was trying to resist it. Ty put on the shorts, which created a problem for him.

“Josh, these shorts don’t cover my underwear. This isn’t going to work,” he said concerned. I looked down and he was right. the legs of his boxer briefs were extending below the shorts.

“Wow, we do have a problem here. Actually, Ty, these shorts were made to wear without underwear at all,” I informed him.

“Well, that won’t work. Look how thin the material is. I mean you’d see the outline of all my junk, wearing these without underwear. I might as well go naked,” he exclaimed concerned.

“I don’t know what to tell you, but it won’t work with your underwear. Try them on and let’s see how revealing the shorts are without any underwear. He gave me a strange look, then dropped his underwear, revealing a beautiful 4” flaccid cut cock with some nice tight hair lined balls below it.

“No comments please,” he said, as he hastily hiked up the shorts he was to wear. He walked over to a full length mirror the dancers used, and looked at himself in the mirror, frowning the entire time.

“Looks rather hot to me, and I ought to know. If a gay guy likes it, the women ought to love that look,” I said encouragingly. Ty shook his head.

“This is obscene, Josh. I can’t walk around like this. Everything shows. It looks like my dick and balls are painted on in blue, the color of the shorts,” he said, turning every which way to see how bad he looked. I thought he looked damned hot myself.

“If it’s too crazy for you, we have some thongs you could wear, I guess. They’re pretty thin also, but at least they’d give you some added protection there,” I mentioned. He looked encouraged for a moment, and asked me to get him one of those. He dropped the shorts again, releasing his hot looking junk. I started to hand him a thong, but stopped. “Let me check to make sure this is a new one, and not one the dancers ejaculated on to sell,” I said, looking over the fabric to see if it had any cum stains. “Nope this is good,” I said then handed it to my naked professor to put on.

“What did you say about ejaculating on thongs by the dancers?” he asked, as he was trying to figure out how the thong went on his body.

“Again, it’s creative marketing, Ty. At the end of the night, the dancers cum on some thongs, and we sell these anywhere from say $75 to $150 to their screaming fans. I have to tell you, it is a very profitable enterprise,” I assured him.

“I’ll be damned,” he said, as he was trying to get his thong on right.

“Here, let me help you. You have the back string over one of your buns, and it needs to be in the crack of your ass, Ty. Haven’t you worn a thong before?” I asked. He gave me a horrific look, as I bent down to move the string off the side of one of his buns and situate it in his ass crack, for which I got a birds-eye view of his ass crack hair. Damn, I wanted to dive right in there and rim that hot hole of his, that was buried in ass crack hair. Fuck, I was at full mast now, and I needed to hide it.

“Can’t say I ever have, Josh. This is all new to me, buddy. Are you done playing with my ass yet, so I can put my shorts on?” he asked rather urgently, thinking he was totally exposed to one of his students.

“That feel better?” I asked.

“Much. Thank you. Feels funny with a strap up my ass. That’s going to be rubbing against my asshole all night long,” he mentioned. I had to laugh.

“All the better if it arouses you. That’ll really turn those women on. You’ll get more tips that way,” I informed him. He just shook his head at me.

“Hey, marketing101, Ty. Sex sells,” I reminded him.

“I think you know about that all too well. I can’t believe you sell semen soiled thongs for big bucks like that. That’s almost obscene,” Ty said, somewhat bewildered. I just smiled.

“Marketing, buddy. Find a need and fill it. The dancers turn on the customers and the customers pay big bucks to connect themselves to the dancers somehow, even if it’s owning their semen soiled underwear. Hey, it’s a business,” I informed him. Ty shook his head.

“I might need you to teach this new marketing class, Josh. You’re way ahead of me in ideas. How do I look now?” Ty asked.

“Pretty fucking hot, if you ask me. I liked it better when you went commando, but the thong didn’t change you that much. If you feel better wearing the thong and having it titillate your ass all night, then, hey, go for it. You need to be comfortable. You’re going to be running around a lot taking care of those women. Oh, and don’t be surprised if you get groped a lot tonight. They can’t help themselves. Just make sure they tip you if they grope you. Don’t give it away for free,” I advised.

“Damn, Josh, you make me feel like a whore now,” Ty remarked.

“Aren’t we all in a certain way?” I asked. Ty chuckled as he thought about it.

We were joined by some of the servers who came in to put their street clothes in the lockers we had in the dressing room. Ethan came in and stripped down to nothing. He didn’t put on any underwear before putting on his shorts.

“Ethan, you wear anything under those shorts?” I asked him.

“Can’t, Josh. You’d have to wear a thong or something if you did, otherwise almost any underwear protrudes from your shorts. It’s okay. I’ve gotten used to it. Besides, I’m behind the bar in a safe area. I’m fine with that. The other servers on the floor get groped a lot, but they say they make some big tips, so they don’t really care,” Ethan explained. Ty shook his head.

“I can’t tell you how much I’ve learned already. This place is a tremendous resource for marketing. I can see that right now,” Ty remarked.

Ty, finally dressed and ready to meet the crowds of women we expected, we headed out of the dressing room, while the rest of the servers put on their skimpy uniforms. I wished Ethan good luck tonight in possibly finding a girlfriend. He thanked me, but said he wasn’t sure if he wanted to date someone he met here. In a way, I could understand that. I told Ty, for the record, he looked hot, and if he ever wanted to try out our team, he was sure to be a hit. He gave me strange look, but then told me coming from someone like me, he took that to be a compliment. I assured him it was, and guaranteed him an excellent time, if he ever wanted to test the waters on our side. He just chuckled, telling me he was blown away by what he learned already. I thanked him for not freaking out. He said, actually, it’d been fun so far. I patted him on the back and introduced him to Seth, telling Seth to give him a crash course on the register system and our procedures. Ty patted me on my ass, causing me to turn around and smile at him. I told him that was a good start. He just smiled.

The last of the afterwork, dinner and drink crowd, cleared out. Jake and I inspected the scantily clad servers, Ty being one of them. The dancers were in the dressing room with Stan and Gentry. Chuck and Sandy were dancing tonight, so we had Allen and OBB manning the lighting and sound system. I had my fingers crossed they’d make it all work. The two gave us a test for about 5 minutes. So far, so good. It all looked like it was coming together. Stan warned me, Ethan and Devin, the dancers would also be dancing on the bar this evening, allowing the dancers to get right in the face of these crazed women. About 15 minutes before the doors opened up, I looked out and saw the parking lot full of women. Apparently, the work Allen, OBB and Ashton did on the web was extremely effective. There were some college aged gals there, but a whole slew of late 20’s through the 40’s age group. I mentioned that to Ty, who found that to be extremely interesting. We decided that Thad was going to need some help collecting cover charges. Andy, Dustin, Zach and Brady decided to help Thad collect the cover charges and hand out drink tickets. I made sure we had plenty of dollar bills on hand also for change, to provide the ladies with dollars to tip the dancers.

With a bullhorn in hand, I opened the doors slightly, and gave the ladies the ground rules. I was nearly stampeded when I finished, they were in such a hurry to get in. The music roared and the place came alive. We had to make sure we didn’t allow any more ladies in than our occupancy capacity. Luckily, Thad had a counter in his hand and was clicking away, as the torrent of wild women entered the building. When everyone was finally in that had arrived so far, we took all the money to the safe in the office. We had handfuls of cash. Booze was flowing from the bar. Ethan, Devin, Zach, Brady, were all drawing beer and making drinks. Jake and I found some short shorts and put those on, without underwear, of course, and tried to help out the bar, it was so busy. Ethan told Jake and me we looked cute in our hot shorts. I swatted him on his ass. He just smiled. I was so happy he was comfortable with working here and being around us. I saw this one hot chick, lean over the bar and give him a kiss. He was all smiles.

I told those working the bar, they could take off their wife-beaters and go topless. We actually needed that, as it got hot inside rather quickly. We had beads of sweat running down our chests and into our thin satin shorts. I looked out and saw Ty running around getting drink orders and delivery drinks. He was jumping up in the air a few times, which baffled me, then I saw him getting groped, causing him to rise up and giggle each time.

He brought me some drink orders, which allowed me to find out how he was doing. “I feel like I’ve been violated a thousand times already, Josh. I swear it’s a war zone out there. I’m glad you gave me this thong to wear, but it tickles my asshole, and, by the way, didn’t stop a couple of gals from nearly getting their fingers up my asshole. These women are crazy. Look at the bar, though. It’s packed. The dance floor is full with them dancing with each other. They’re loving the music and the lighting system is fantastic. Buddy, if this place isn’t a winner, I don’t know what is,” Ty said, then got gooses right in front of me. I had to laugh. He just shook his head. “You wearing any underwear under your shorts?” he asked as he looked down and noticed my bulge and outline of my cock.

“Nope, going commando. It’s the only way to go,” I assured him.

“Brave soul. Good thing you’re behind the bar. These women would rape you right in front of everyone, showing off a package like that,” Ty commented.

“You like my package, huh?” I teased. He smiled.

“You know what I mean. You’re showing off a lot of man meat down there,” he informed me.

“Ty, that’s what sells. It’s marketing. I’m practicing what I’ve learned. Sex sells,” I assured him. He just shook his head and smiled. I filled up his tray with his drink orders, and sent him off to make his way through the crowd, hoping he didn’t get depants along the way. I was glad he was having fun.

The lights dimmed and the dance floor went dark. A booming Allen voice came across the sound system. “Ladies, get ready. For your delightful entertainment, some of the hottest male ass you’ll ever have the opportunity to see, and feel, if you tip them, is coming your way momentarily. These boys are so hot, they’ll sizzle right in front of you. Feel free to stuff their stuff with dollars, to let them know you appreciate them. Put your hands together and welcome the infamous men of men, Stan and Gentry!” The crowd went wild and screamed for Stan and Gentry, as they took the stage, the spotlights following them. They were wearing suits to start off with, but those came off rather quickly, getting down to shortcut bathing suits. Their chests glistened. There were bras and panties that got thrown up on the stage, as they sauntered around, gyrating their pelvises in the faces of our screaming women patrons. I thought they were going to mob them at first. When the bathing suits came off down to their thongs, I thought the women were going to destroy the place. I actually saw the look of fear in Stan and Gentry’s eyes. They weren’t sure if they were going to make it out alive. The mob pawed at their feet and legs. The boys kept moving back from the edge of the stage, as some women were sitting on the shoulders of others just to try to touch our guys. The music was pounding, the lights were going crazy and the boys were gyrating their pelvises, to the intense sound of screaming women. It was unbelievable. Jake and I were totally dumbfounded. Ethan’s jaw dropped, as he witness the hysteria of these women.

Concerned things might get out of hand and we not be able to control the situation, I called Conner quickly, and told him what was going on. I asked him if he didn’t have a couple off duty cops that could come and help maintain order if we needed them. He said he’d get a couple down to me right away. He shared my concern. About 10 minutes later, two uniformed police officers showed up at the door, and we let them in. The women thought they were strippers and pawed at them also. They got concerned, and jumped behind the bar with us. As soon as Stan and Gentry finished their set and collected a shit ton of dollar, and higher denomination bills from the stage, I had Allen announce that the two uniformed young male officers were actually police, not part of the entertainment, so to please keep their hands off of them. The two young, studly officers were smiling from ear to ear, thinking they just died and went to Heaven.

Once the pressure was off, the two officers moved back and stood by the door, just to watch the action going on. I was glad they were here, as two women got in a fight over one of the dancers later on, and the officers had to escort them out of the building to a squad car that came to pick them up. It was crazy.

Chuck and Sandy were the next dancers. They started off on the bar, making a dash from the dressing room to behind the bar. I told Ethan he might want to stand back, as I wasn’t sure if there would be a surge of women rushing the bar. Luckily, we had two more dancers on the stage, so that helped divert some attention. We collected the clothes as they came off Chuck and Sandy. They were finally down to their thongs. I swear Ethan almost got his nose stuck in Sandy’s ass crack, as Sandy did the splits right in front of him on the bar. I could tell it shocked Ethan some, catching him by surprise. He first had a look of shock on his face, then looked over at me, smiled and started laughing. He was such a good sport.

This mayhem went on until midnight, when we finally closed. The last half hour, things settled down and became more manageable. I paid the officers for their time and offered them free beer anytime they wanted to stop in. They said it was worth the time here working for nothing, as much fun as they had, but appreciated the nice bonus I gave them. Also, they said they had several invitations for sex with some pretty hot looking ladies. They said they’d be happy to work every Wednesday night if we needed them. I told them to plan on being here every Wednesday night. They thanked me greatly and took off. I finally locked the doors at midnight. The servers were cleaning up. We drew beers for all the rest of us helping, including Ty who looked like he’d been worked over. His shirt was shredded from all the pawing the women gave him. He took if off, revealing that beautiful hairy chest of his, sweat running down over his nipples. He crumpled his torn shirt into a ball and threw it at a trash can.

“Sorry about the shirt, guys. I think it’s seen better days. What a hell of a night. Unbelievable!” he exclaimed.

“You get any research accomplished tonight?” I asked, smiling. He shook his head.

“My mind and body are too tired to process it all right now, but it was totally amazing. Do the guys behave like this on your gay night?” Ty asked.

“I think you need to work that night also, to get a feel for the difference between the two sexes,” I suggested.

“Probably not a bad idea, when I think about it. It would be interesting to make a comparison. That’s Saturday night?” he asked, trying to chill a little.

“Yep, same venue, Ty. Different crowd,” I remarked. He shook his head smiling, looking totally worn out, as he took a big swig of beer.

“Thank goodness I don’t have any classes tomorrow morning. It’s going to take a couple of days to recover from this nightmare,” he said, still trying to get himself together, his chest hair wet with sweat. Jake and I looked at him longingly, wanting the lick the sweat from his hairy chest, little beads of sweat dripping from the tips of his nipples.

Stan came up to us as we sat around a table and told us the dancers made at least double what they normally made dancing for gay guys. I could see Ty’s brain trying to process that information. “I’m telling you, Josh, we made a hell of a haul. Not to mention the solicitation we all got for sex afterwards or anytime this week. It was amazing,” he said looking hot as hell and making me want to jump his ass and have my way with him.

“So, you going to date any of these chicks?” I asked Stan. He frowned.

“Hell, no. There’s no dick and hot ass, there’s no Stan. This is just an income night for Gentry and me. Let the straight boys have the pussy. I want a good dick,” he said, then was off. We all kind of shook our heads.

“Ty, you make any tips tonight?” I had to ask. He smiled.

“Yes, a ton of tips. I gave them to your boy Ethan, and told him to split it up amongst the servers and bartenders. I didn’t need the money, just the experience,” he said, taking another swig of his beer. He was downing it pretty fast.

“I need to pay you for tonight also,” I told him, as he shook his head no, having a mouth full of beer.

“No need for that. You just did with this fine beer,” Ty told us. I shook my head.

“Then, you’re welcome to stop in any time for free beer since you’re working for nothing,” I informed him. He just waved his hands at me, like he wasn’t hearing of it.

Chuck and Sandy emerged, their hair still wet from showering. “Where are you two off to, if I might ask? You guys shower together?” I asked curiously.

“The shower’s big enough we didn’t touch dicks. Besides, I needed someone to wash the sweat off my back,” Sandy explained, with a big smile. “We got two hot chicks outside waiting for us. Going to get some hot pussy TONIGHT!” Sandy shouted. We all told them good luck but to make sure they wore their raincoats. They laughed and took off.

“OMG, Josh, what are those soap dispensers in the men’s bathroom? Penises? Seriously? I wasn’t sure what to do, with what looked to be male semen in my hands to wash with. I finally figured out it was soap, but that just about blew my mind,” Ty remarked.

“Hey, for gay guys, it works well. Marketing, Ty. It’s all in the way you market to your clientele,” I reminded him. He just shook his head and smiled.

“Most of your marketing is extremely unconventional, but it seems to be very effective. This business of yours is full of new and unique experiences and ways to market. It’s a never-ending pool of resources. I’m going to love this,” Ty said, somewhat excited.

“Hey, Ty, when you take that thong you’re wearing off to get dressed, don’t throw it away. We can sell that also. It should go rather quick and for a damned good price with all your ball sweat in it. I might even buy that one myself,” I said, winking at him.

“Honestly, Josh. This is way too much for me to comprehend all at one time. This is going to take some work,” Ty exclaimed. “Who would ever think my sweaty thong would be worth shit, much less highly marketable, but to a niche market, nonetheless,” Ty remarked.

“Yes, it is a rather small niche market, but it’s there and it’s real. I wouldn’t try giving it away at Goodwill. That probably wouldn’t fly, but here, it’s a real winner,” I informed him.

“Well, I’m going to get dressed and get out of here. You guys need to get to bed after this highly successful night you had. I have to say, my experience here tonight was invaluable. It’ll be interesting to see what gay night brings. Josh, if you want my thong, you need to come get it, as I’m not taking it home,” he informed me. I couldn’t wait to follow him to the dressing room to see him get naked and take off that sweaty thong. Once in the dressing room, he pulled off his sweaty shorts and thong. He had trouble getting his thong off, so I had to help him. What a shame. Then finally, there he was in all his glory, his pubes matted down with the wetness of his tight thong, his balls sweaty and fragrant - all man. I thought I was going to get high with the scent of his maleness. “Don’t’ get too close. I think I’m going to need a shower after this,” he said, as he looked for his locker to retrieve his shorts and t-shirt he came in with.

“There’s a shower right behind you if you want to use it. Everyone else is gone. You’re certainly welcome to. I have towels,” I hinted. He thought about it for a minute, then said he’d go home and shower. I told him about our large shower upstairs. He thought that was cool. After he quickly dressed, and covered up all the great manhood and the sweaty hair on his chest, I asked him if he wanted to see our apartment. He said he’d love to see where us great minds lived and studied. I took him upstairs to show him the apartment. He thought everything about it was great. He couldn’t believe the shower. Some of the guys were in the shower at the time, so he got to see it in action. Luckily no one was having sex at the time, as everyone was pretty worn out by now. He did say it might be kind of fun to try it out sometime. I told him there was no time like the present. He looked at it for a minute. “Oh, what the hell. What can it hurt? That massage action looks extremely inviting to me.” I told him to take off his clothes in the bathroom. I disappeared to the our bedroom and asked Jake if he wanted to shower with Ty in our shower. Jake was totally surprised, but stripped naked along with me, and we quickly met him in the bathroom and entered the shower. Zach and Brady were cleaning up along with Dustin and Thad. Everyone was flaccid. I told them Ty was doing further marketing research and was testing out the showers. They rolled their eyes, knowing full well, we just wanted to get him naked to check him out, but they liked what they saw. Anxious to spend as much time in front of Ty naked as we could, Jake and I told him about the dormitory and how some of the suites would have showers very similar to this one. We were using this as a marketing tool for the suites. Ty couldn’t get over it.

“You know, you almost have to be gay to know just how to market to the gay community,” Ty remarked. “A straight person misses the marketing aspect of the gay community altogether, as they have no clue as to what triggers excitement, wants and desires. You guys have taught me so much in one evening, my heads about to explode.” I smiled, and gave him a little pat on his bare lightly, hair covered, ass cheek. He smiled at me and shook his head. “Careful, you just might recruit me,” he said chuckling. I asked him if he wanted his back washed. He did let me do that, but I kept my fingers out of his asscrack and just gave him a straight helping hand, not a gay one, this time. We’d have to work up to that possibly sometime. Still, it was fun messing with him. I was so glad he was relaxed and comfortable around all of us, assuming he was straight. No gaydar was going off at all. He was purely trying to learn as much as he could, it seemed like to me. Ah, but there was so much more to teach him, in my mind anyway.

We grabbed towels after we turned the water off. The rest of the guys were in bed by now, I assumed. Jake and I wrapped a towel around our waist, but watched Ty get dressed, then walked him to the front door and let him out. He thanked us over and over for the great night, saying he’d see us in class on Friday. I reminded him that Friday night was couples’ night for dancing and music, if he wanted to check that out. He said he was setting his sights on gay night on Saturday, for now. He shook our hands and patted us on the back, then took off into the night. Jake and I smiled at each other, then went to bed. We just cuddled and fell asleep.

We were all chattering about the success of Ladies Only night at breakfast the next morning, as we got ready for school. Thad said he still had all the loose money to count, locked up in the safe in the office. He said he’d count it after his first class and deposit it right away. I told him to call Cliff to come and get it. I was sure he’d jump at the chance to do that. Thad said it was a good idea.

Buzz called me on the way to my first class and suggested Saturday morning for a groundbreaking ceremony. He said he called Marianne, and that worked for her. She’d have a photographer there with her to take some pictures. I told him that worked. He also said he’d have Todd and Chad put up a sign saying what was coming with a picture of the rendition of the building, so everyone could see what was going to be erected there. I told him to make sure he listed himself as the architect and list Todd and Chad as the general contractors, then Devin, as the electrical contractor. He said Todd and Chad would get all kinds of calls from other trades wanting to work on this project, after the sign was up and the newspaper article came out. He said Marianne contacted the local TV station in town, and they wanted to be there also to run the story. I told him I wasn’t sure about all this publicity, but he said it would be good for the entire project. I took him at his word.

After Macro Econ, I walked over to the hospital to see Dawson and see if I could walk him around a little, to get the blood flowing, as the doctor advised. I met my cute young security guard at the security check-in desk.

“Morning, Josh. Glad to have you back,” he told me.

“You know my name,” I asked surprised.

“Kind of. You sign in every day, and I get to check your name against the list of authorized people to see Dawson. I have to know your name,” he replied, making me fell like an idiot for the moment. I guess I was too fixated on trying to undress him in my mind, I wasn’t thinking of talking to him intelligently.

“You know, you are so right. What was I thinking?” I said, chuckling like I was embarrassed. I was embarrassed. “I suppose your name is Cory? That’s what your name tag says anyway. I hope it’s right,” I said, making small talk and trying to get out of the hole I just dug. Cory smiled.

“Yep, says it right here,” he said, as he flashed his nametag, pinned to his lapel, my way. I chuckled. I stuck out my hand to shake his.

“Pleasure to formally meet you, Cory. I look forward to seeing you,” I told him. “You’re always so cheerful when you greet people. That’s an excellent characteristic, in case you didn’t know,” I told him. He just smiled.

“My mother always told me nothing could wipe the smile off my face, so I was destined to brighten up the world,” he said, still smiling.

“I think she was right. You’re in a great spot for that, Cory. This part of the hospital needs all the smiles it can get. How’s our boy today. Has he been behaving?” I asked.

“As far as I know. The doctor should be by soon. He usually makes his rounds right about this time. I kind of expect him anytime. Hopefully, you can catch him and get an update,” Cory told me. I thanked him for that information and said it’d be great if I could touch bases with him while he was here. I told Cory I was going to try to walk Dawson down the hall to the solarium and back. He told me to holler at him if I needed help. I thanked him again. He just smiled. I patted him on his shoulder, as I went by him on my way to Dawson’s room.

Dawson was sitting up in his bed this time and watching TV. He seemed more alert than he had been the last couple of days. I took that to mean that the doc had cut down on his meds.

“Morning, Sunshine. How’s my buddy today?” I asked, as cheerfully as I could. He looked over and smiled.

“Horny, if you really want to know,” he said, rubbing his junk through his hospital gown. I shook my head.

“I think that’s what got you into trouble in the first place, Dawson,” I reminded him. “Well, at least you’re feeling a little better, it seems,” I replied, rolling my eyes. He didn’t say anything. “Are you eating okay?” I asked.

“Yes, I guess. Not really that hungry as I just lay here most of the time. How much longer until the doc dismisses me?” Dawson asked me. I shrugged my shoulders.

“He wants to get your physically well first and then work on your mental challenges,” I informed him.

“I don’t have any mental challenges, Josh. I got beat up, and I’m sore as hell. Once that’s better, I can get out of here and get back to normal. We have a swim team to manage, and I need to get to it,” he exclaimed. I didn’t know how to tell him he was no longer involved in the swim team, and saw no advantage to telling him that now. I didn’t want to disturb him any more than he already was at this point.

“You need to get well, Dawson, mind and body. First the body, then the mind. You might be here a few days. I have no idea how long it’s going to take to get you well. Are you sure you don’t want to call your parents and let them know you’re hospitalized?” I asked him. He gave me a stern stare.

“No, Josh. They don’t need to worry about me. It’s just a few scrapes. I’m much better now, so it’ll all be over soon. We don’t need to get them all excited over nothing,” he said, rather certain of himself. I sighed.

“You want to walk some?” I asked. He looked at me kind of funny.

“Shit, Josh, I can hardly stand to piss, and you want me to walk?” he asked concerned.

“Come on. You need the exercise,” I urged him. “I’ll hold onto you. A walk will help you get better faster, anyway,” I assured him. He finally agreed to try. He said anything would be better than laying in that hospital bed all damned day. I helped him to the edge of the bed and scooted him off onto his feet. There were a pair of hospital slippers there for him to wear. I leaned down to help him put his feet in them.

“While you’re down there, you could give me quick blowjob, Josh. I need one bad. I’m not kidding. My balls are backed up something fierce,” he claimed. I looked up at him like he was crazy.

“I’m not sucking your cock, Dawson. I’m helping you as a friend. We’re not having sex together. That’s part of your mental problem you have to work out with the doctor,” I informed him.

“Dr. Wayne is going to have sex with me? Damn, he is kind of hot. I guess I might hang around for those sessions if that’s what I can expect,” he replied.

“Dawson. You don’t get it. No one is going to have sex with you while you’re in the hospital, certainly not Dr. Wayne. He is going to try to determine the source of your problems and help you get through them to lead a normal, well adjusted life. You’ve got some hangups that need attention, and he’s going to help you with those,” I informed him.

“My only problem right now is lack of sex, Josh. I’m telling you, my balls are backed up. They ache for a release. Come on and be a buddy, and blow me. Just get my rocks off for me, would you?” I shook my head.

“You can jack off in your bathroom yourself to get your rocks off, Dawson. I’m not encouraging bad behavior. You have a lot of work to do to get better,” I replied. Dawson frowned at me. “Come on, put your arm around my shoulder and I’ll help you walk.” We walked slowly towards his door to the hallway. He stopped suddenly.

“Josh, my ass is hanging out. I can feel the breeze on my ass and the back of my balls,” he informed me. I shook my head. I looked for a robe, and found one in his little closet in the room. I sat him in a chair and helped him get the robe around him. “I kind of like the fact my gown is split in the back. Makes it easier for you to fuck me when we get the chance,” he said seriously.

“Dawson, if I’m not going to blow you, I’m certainly not going to fuck you. You and I are not having sex. We’re friends, and sometimes I wonder about whether that should even be. Just behave and put any thoughts of sex out of your mind,” I warned him.

“Don’t say never, Josh. We did it once before, you know. It was pretty hot too. I know you liked it because you cock was hard as steel when you drove that deep in my ass. I could feel every sense of your being, and it was wonderful. I actually thought I loved you while you made love to me that afternoon. It was so beautiful and special the way our bodies connected, as you gave up your seed for me. It was nothing less than wonderful. I jerk off to the memory of that session we had,” he told me, getting a little emotional.

“Yeh, well, that probably never should have happened. It did, but it can’t happen again. You, obviously, don’t understand the love part of that physical connection, the true meaning of joining two people together like you and Drew. You swore you loved Drew and then you went and screwed up his life, Dawson. You can’t treat people you love like that.”

“Josh, I love you, and I didn’t screw you up,” he told me.

“That’s because I didn’t love you, Dawson, and you really didn’t love me either. The physical connection just made you think you did, but you loved Drew, which is what should have been, but you wouldn’t follow through with it. Anyway, I’m not going to argue with you about any of this. Dr. Wayne will discuss it with you, and help you see how you damaged yourself in the process so you can begin to heal. You don’t have anyone to care about you, and I do care about you as my friend. Not sure why, but you need someone to care about you, since you’ve alienated Drew and half the swim team now.”

“You love me. You’re just not going to tell me you do,” Dawson said chuckling.

“I’m going to have to see what kind of hallucinogenic drugs you’re taking, as I think they’re pretty strong, and you need to come off them.” Dawson just smiled.

We walked slowly down to the solarium. There was a nice view of the campus from the solarium, better than his window in his room. Dawson noticed it was still warm out, noting everyone was still wearing shorts and you could definitely see the outline of guys junk in many of the shorts. I asked him if his was noticeable in his shorts. He told me ‘hell yes’. I asked him if he liked looking at other guys’ junk. He told me again, ‘hell yes’. Then I asked him why he couldn’t admit he was gay. He told me emphatically he was not a faggot. I told him maybe so, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t gay. He looked me right in the eyes and emphatically said he was not gay. While we were sitting in the solarium, I asked him why he loved Drew, and had sex with him constantly, if he was not gay. He told me he was an extremely sexual being, and he loved Drew as his friend and someone to share sex with when they could. I reminded him that was not what he told me before the beginning of summer. I reminded him that he promised me he would profess his love to Drew, and admit he was gay. He shook his head and said he never told me that. I told him he had a selective memory. Then I asked him if he was sad that Drew had a new boyfriend. He told me Stu was a piece of shit and was just using Drew to keep himself from Drew. He told me Drew was too stupid to understand what was happening to him. I asked him if he didn’t know the two actually loved each other and were perfectly happy together. Dawson told me Drew couldn’t be happy with anyone but himself, and he was going to get back together with Drew and make him understand their friendship was far better than the friendship between Drew and Stu. I decided he needed additional medication and we should walk back to his room. It baffled me that Dawson had not changed at all and saw everything differently than anyone else. I was getting disgusted with him. He grabbed my arm.

“Thanks for caring about me, Josh. I don’t know what I’d do without you right now,” he said, as lovingly as he could. I wanted to smack him and hug him all at the same time.

We met Cory as we walked down the hall. Cory, being polite and cordial asked how we were getting along. Dawson stopped him. “Hey, you know your way around this place, being part of security. Where’s a good place for us to go to have some privacy, so Josh can fuck my ass hard, and I can get my rocks off?” Dawson asked him.

“Dawson, that’s enough. Don’t pay any attention to him, Cory. He’s not of sound mind right now,” I assured him. Cory had a strange look on his face. “Dawson, I told you, that’s not going to happen, so get over it.?”

“Hey, Cory, since that’s your name. You’re kind of cute. How about you let me fuck your ass and get your rocks off. We can both get our rocks off at the same time, if you can take my big dick,” he said rubbing himself through his robe. Cory chuckled.

“I, uh, don’t quite know what to say, Sir. You need any help getting him back to his room, Josh?” Cory asked me, changing the subject right away. I told him I had him. The less interaction he had with Dawson the better off he was. I think he believed me. Cory gave me a half grin, half grimace, then headed on down the hall. I turned to look at his back. He had the nicest small ass on him. Got my juices flowing. I knew Dawson could almost fire off a load looking at a dog’s ass, at this point, as horny as he was.

I finally got him back to his room. He wanted to piss before I put him back in bed, since it was such an effort getting him in and out of bed. I knew what was coming, but I took him anyway. I helped him out of his robe, then hiked up his gown, grabbed his cock and told him to let it fly. He did have to go. He had a full stream of piss heading towards the toilet, then his cock got hard and thick. Dawson had a thick cock, not as long as some, but it was thicker than most. He begged me to suck it for him. I told him to forget it, but I did jack it some. His meaty cock felt great in my hands. It would have felt great in my mouth, but because it was him, I wasn’t going there. I figured jacking his dick could be considered physical therapy, since his balls were backed up. He held onto me tightly, as I worked his meaty cock. He told me at one point to go faster, and with my fist around his throbbing penis, I jacked him harder. I could feel him tense up, then unload several strong torrents of male sperm towards the toilet. We didn’t exactly hit the target as well as I aimed, it was so forceful. I had a handful of his milky thick cum running through my fingers also, I needed to deposit. Dawson practically collapsed in my arms. I decided to get him back to bed first, then clean up his mess afterwards. I squeezed the rest of his residual sperm from his thick cock, then wiped off the end of it with some toilet paper, and dropped that in the stool. I leaned over to wash the messy cum off my hand I jacked him with. Dawson suggested I like it off, but I totally ignored him. I finally took him, and his tenting gown, back to bed, helping him back up on the bed, getting another bare ass cheek feel as I did. I no more than got his splattered sperm cleaned up in the bathroom, than Dr. Wayne walked in and asked how everyone was today. He shook my hand before I had a chance to wash my hands. Oh, well, it was dry anyway. I grabbed some hand sanitizer from the dispenser in the room, telling Dr. Wayne, I had just helped Dawson go the bathroom. Dr. Wayne grabbed some hand sanitizer also, after the information I gave him. I smiled at him for that.

“We took a walk down to the solarium and sat down there for a while, Doc. He did okay, only he’s still a little unsteady. He’s a lot more coherent today, but up to his old thinking. You have your work cut out for you,” I informed him. He smiled at me.

“It takes time. We’ll get there, I’m sure,” he replied. He went over to Dawson and examined him, checking on his ribs and arms, mainly. He wanted to know if Dawson had any pain. Dawson told him yes. His pain was the fact he was still in a hospital and not in class. Dr. Wayne told him to be patient, as he had a fairly lengthy recovery ahead of him. Dawson asked him if it was more than a day or two. The doc chuckled and told him, yes it was, then looked over at me and smiled. Then the doc motioned for me to talk to him out in the hall.

“Josh, Cory told me about Dawson’s request of him. It’s standard procedure for the guards to relay any information about a patient’s behavior or actions, what they notice, what’s said to them. That helps us in our treatments. It sounds as if he still has strong homosexual desires, so we know he definitely craves gay sex. You made that very clear already, thank you. Those thoughts have not gone away, so nothing has changed there,” he said, contemplating. I told him all about our conversation in the solarium, about Dawson believing he was not gay even though he craved gay sex. “Boy do we have a strong case of denial,” the doc told me.

“Cory didn’t get offended by anything that Dawson said, did he?” I asked. Doc shook his head no.

“He’s used to just about anything wild and crazy in this department. Nothing phases him. He did tell me you were good with Dawson, and he believed Dawson trusted you. He could see that, the way you and Dawson interacted. That’s a big help, Josh.” I felt a little relieved.

“Gees, aren’t I lucky to be trusted by Dawson, the one pain in my neck in this world. Lucky me,” I told him. He laughed.

“Not that it makes any difference to me, and you don’t have to answer this if you don’t want to, but are you gay yourself?” Doc asked me. I felt a little uneasy, having been asked the question. Hell, about everyone in town pretty much knew by now.

“Yes, sir. I am. Some of my friends and I own a gay bar that just opened here in town, in case you haven’t heard. The media wants to do a story about it in the near future, so I guess, by then, the whole world will know anyway, so it doesn’t make much difference,” I admitted. He patted me on the shoulder.

“At least you can go through life knowing and admitting who you really are, unlike your friend who’s struggling with his identity. You are miles ahead of him, Josh. You’re good people. I admire you more and more everyday we interact. It will be good for you to help with Dawson’s treatment. You overcame the hurdles that he struggles to admit to. You’re pretty solid. Have you come out to your parents yet?” he asked, a second personal question.

“Yes, sir. My grandfather passed away a few weeks ago and I, along with my boyfriend and another close friend, told them after the funeral. We needed to. It was time. We were getting ready to open the bar, and we needed to tell them before that happened. I had to. They were cool with it, and loved us all just the same. We all felt so relieved getting that off our chests. I’m very fortunate to have the parents I have and the grandfather I had. He knew, but we never talked about it. Truth be known, he’d spent some intimate time with his male friends, but back then, you’d never admit to anything like that ever,” I shared.

“And your friends’ parents? Do they know also?” he asked.

“Jake, my boyfriend and soulmate, his parents know. We just told them this last weekend when they showed up unexpectedly at an open house we had for the bar before the opening. We kind of got caught with our pants down on that one. It was a little sticky at first, but the next day, they hugged us, and said they’d get used to it, but they loved us just the same. Jake’s sister researched our website and put two and two together and figured it out. She actually outed us to Jake’s parents, although they ignored her, until Jake actually told them himself. We were planning on going to his home a for a weekend to tell them, but got wrapped up in the opening of the bar and didn’t have time yet. That didn’t stop his sister, unfortunately. Although, it did kind of bring things out in the open,” I explained. Doc, kind of laughed and shook his head, telling me everyone needed a tattletale sister. I laughed also. “You said you had another friend also that came out with you?” he asked. I told him about Zach and his mother passing away years ago. We had found each other last Christmas vacation when I was home, and Jake and I found each other when he was visiting me on the farm that same break. Doc looked surprised I found two loves of my life at the same time. He told me I was one popular guy. I shared with Doc, that Zach hadn’t told his father yet, and wasn’t sure when if ever, as his father wasn’t much interested in his life anymore, now that he found another woman to occupy his time. Doc thought that was sad, but was glad that Jake and I loved him just the same.

“So, what’s your story, Doc? Which team are you on, if you don’t mind my asking, since we’re sharing background information?” I asked. He hem-hawed around a little.

“I guess you could say I’m on your team also, Josh. I totally understand what you’ve been through, and I’ve made it my point to help those of us that have had a hard time with our identity. That’s why I wanted Dawson’s case, because I think I’m the best psychiatrist to help him with his problem right now. Don’t worry, I’d never get involved with any of my patients, but it helps tremendously, to know and understand their feelings and what they’re going through. Anyway, now we both know about one another. By the way, I’ve heard that your new bar is fantastic and the entertainment is to die for. Just saying,” he said, winking at me.

“Hey, come by anytime and the beer is on me. I’d love to have you there to show you around. We have a fantastic chef also. In fact, the restaurant business seems to be what we’re becoming well known for. I know, it surprised all of us, but, hey, we’ll take it. We have one in the City also, the original CNB. We started that out on a shoestring, and it turned into a gold mine, which gave us the capital to start this one,” I explained. He kind of laughed, making me wonder what was so funny. I gave him a quizzical look.

“I’ve been to your bar in the City. A friend of mine and I spent a weekend over there this last summer and we spent a couple of nights drinking there and watching your dancers. I never saw you there, come to think of it,” he told me.

“We used to spend every weekend there all last school year. When we started construction on this one here, it took everything we had to help get it ready for the opening this last week. Our partners, Ollie and Tony, run the original one for us now. It’s still going strong. You must have been there on a weekend if we had dancers,” I suggested. He nodded they were. “So, you have a boyfriend?” I asked.

“Now you’re the one with all the questions. Taking over my job?” he asked. I smiled.

“Just curious. A great looking guy like yourself, should not be alone,” I hinted.

“I caught you checking me out a couple of times. I’m sure you caught me checking you out a couple of times,” he replied.

“Actually, I didn’t. You’re damned good, Doc. Well trained,” I said making him laugh. “So, anyone special in your life?” I asked.

“Yes, there is. We live together right now, testing the waters to see if it should be permanent or not. It hasn’t been all roses, much like any hetero couple, but we’re making it work. I’ll bring him by the bar sometime and you can meet him.”

“That’d be great. Like I said, the beer’s on me. I’d love to have you guys stop by and get to know your significant other,” I admitted. Doc smiled.

“I don’t know. He’s a charmer, and you’re cute as hell. I might lose him if he meets you,” Doc teased. I told him to take a chance. Columbus did. He laughed.

Realizing we had been standing there talking in the hallway for some time, Doc decided we needed to check on Dawson. Before we went inside again, I sheepishly told him about Dawson wanting a blowjob earlier as he said his balls were so backed up. Doc shook his head. Then I told him I gave him a handjob to relieve the pressure. I thought Doc was going to lose it laughing. I told him I wasn’t sure if that was the right thing to do, but I felt sorry for him. Doc said that was fine, and it probably helped him. I felt a little better about it, but told Doc I didn’t want anything to do with Dawson sexually. Truth be known, I didn’t really like the guy, but I just felt sorry for him through all of this. Doc patted me on the shoulder and said he understood completely and to confer with him anytime when I thought I might be getting into an area I wasn’t comfortable with. I thanked him for that advice.

“Dawson, don’t be bugging the help for sex now. If you need a release, use your hand. Other’s might not appreciate your requests,” Doc told him. Dawson looked at him like he had two heads.

“Me, I’m a saint. It’s these other guys that want a piece of me. I attract all kinds,” Dawson told us. Doc told him to try harder not to, then squeezed his foot and told him he’d see him later. I told Dawson I’d see him tomorrow sometime, and started to leave with Doc.

“What, no kiss on the forehead?” he asked, concerned. Doc gave me a nod, like ‘go ahead’. I went over and kissed him on the forehead, and told him to get well.

“I knew you still loved me, Josh,” Dawson teased, but I kind of thought he was serious. I finally walked out with Doc.

Doc thanked me again for the candid conversation, then we parted. Cory signed me out and told me he’d see me later also. I apologized again to Cory for Dawson’s behavior. Cory smiled and told me, at another time and place, he might have taken him up on his offer. I looked a little shocked.

“If you’re so inclined, I can introduce you to some guys that are way better than Dawson in personality and looks. Just let me know,” I told him. He smiled from ear to ear.

I guess I found two new players for our team today. Made me feel good.

 
Whoa! Ladies Night! I don't know if you've experienced that phenomenon first hand, FT, butt I have, and you described it to a "T"! Luckily, in my case, I was able to witness the mayhem, from behind a one-way mirror, in the DMZ of the owner's office. And, I wasn't about to step out of that safe haven! Unbridled estrogen is voracious and ferocious! Much crazier than drunk dudes at a strip show, gay or str8!

Everyone seems to have gotten an education, including Ty and Ethan. Sounds like Chuck and Sandy thought they'd died, and gone to Heaven!

Josh's visit with Dawson was certainly more than just interesting. Since it was Dawson, though, not as much fun as milking a bull.

Dr. Wayne and Cory are gay, too? I'm beginning to wonder if there are any totally str8 guys in Uni-town. And, I assure you that's not a complaint in any way. Besides, according to the old Kinsey Scale https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kinsey_scale , there really aren't that many "0"s, compared to the vast majority of "1"s and "2s" over their lifetime. My own general history would rate a "3" or "4", with the last half being a solid "6".

When I reach the end of each chapter, I feel like I'm being kicked out at closing time, and I don't want to leave.

Thank You for this awesome ride! \:/ (*8*) :kiss:
Chaz :luv:
 
Ladies' night :scaredofthat:

Now, having seen "Magic Mike" that reaction could be expected, but Josh might want to consider a maximum number of ladies inside the CnB lower than the maximum people allowed inside just to avoid destruction and devastation :lol: anyway great scene and great Ty :lol:

Dawson's starting to sound quite hard to cure in a short span of time, cos he's acting completely gay and not having the tiniest of the tiniest doubt about being anything but straight. That will probably be a long-term pain in the ass..

Let's see where you will take us 8-)

Keep going, funtimes ..|
 
I'm shaking my head, after reading this chapter. Having been in sales, marketing and distribution management most of my career, I am just in awe at Josh and company's marketing schemes. What blows me away is that they all make sense to a certain extent. Poor Ty. It appears Josh is suggesting he become gay to really understand gay marketing. Okay, how is that going to work. But, then again we don't know if he's gay or not. He could be like others in this story and not know himself. This is wild. So, Josh got to see Ty in all his naked glory, but that didn't seem to affect Ty any, and he seemed comfortable being naked around Josh and friends. He even let Josh wash his back for him. How did Josh force himself to keep his finger out of Ty's ass, is what i want to know.

I have to agree with Chaz and Thanatos, from what I've heard, an all ladies night at a bar can be crazy. I feel like you described it accurately from what I've heard from women I know that have attended. Ty didn't seem excited one way or another. I can't imagine what he'd be like at gay night on a Saturday night. Is is not swayed by sex one way or another? Could he just be interested in marketing data? What a sad life if that's all he's into. When the guys first met him, he seemed like he'd be a cool dude, and probably is, as we get to know him better.

Josh actually jacked off Dawson? I guess a hot meaty dick might feel good in one's hand, and a little exciting to see it send a few forceful streams of male semen at the toilet, knowing you didn't have to sleep with him afterwards. But Dawson is pretty fucked up, when you think about it. Again, I agree with Chaz, Dawson has some major mental problems. He sounds delusional. Josh cares about him for some reason. That boy has a heart bigger than ever.

Now we find out that Cory and Dr. Wayne are both gay? It seems like every chapter, we look for answers and resolutions to previous cliffhangers, concerns, drama, whatever, only to create more curiosity and concerns. I guess that'a a tribute to your writing, FT. I agree with Chaz,
When I reach the end of each chapter, I feel like I'm being kicked out at closing time, and I don't want to leave.
I actually hate it when I get to the end of a chapter, obsessing for more. So much going on and so much to absorb and enjoy. You absolutely have to keep writing, FT.

Keep typing, buddy. This bent saga has become ingrained in our brains and now we are obsessing. Help us, please. Love it. BC
 
I'm shaking my head, after reading this chapter. Having been in sales, marketing and distribution management most of my career, I am just in awe at Josh and company's marketing schemes. What blows me away is that they all make sense to a certain extent. Poor Ty. It appears Josh is suggesting he become gay to really understand gay marketing. Okay, how is that going to work. But, then again we don't know if he's gay or not. He could be like others in this story and not know himself. This is wild. So, Josh got to see Ty in all his naked glory, but that didn't seem to affect Ty any, and he seemed comfortable being naked around Josh and friends. He even let Josh wash his back for him. How did Josh force himself to keep his finger out of Ty's ass, is what i want to know.

I have to agree with Chaz and Thanatos, from what I've heard, an all ladies night at a bar can be crazy. I feel like you described it accurately from what I've heard from women I know that have attended. Ty didn't seem excited one way or another. I can't imagine what he'd be like at gay night on a Saturday night. Is is not swayed by sex one way or another? Could he just be interested in marketing data? What a sad life if that's all he's into. When the guys first met him, he seemed like he'd be a cool dude, and probably is, as we get to know him better.

Josh actually jacked off Dawson? I guess a hot meaty dick might feel good in one's hand, and a little exciting to see it send a few forceful streams of male semen at the toilet, knowing you didn't have to sleep with him afterwards. But Dawson is pretty fucked up, when you think about it. Again, I agree with Chaz, Dawson has some major mental problems. He sounds delusional. Josh cares about him for some reason. That boy has a heart bigger than ever.

Now we find out that Cory and Dr. Wayne are both gay? It seems like every chapter, we look for answers and resolutions to previous cliffhangers, concerns, drama, whatever, only to create more curiosity and concerns. I guess that'a a tribute to your writing, FT. I agree with Chaz,
When I reach the end of each chapter, I feel like I'm being kicked out at closing time, and I don't want to leave.
I actually hate it when I get to the end of a chapter, obsessing for more. So much going on and so much to absorb and enjoy. You absolutely have to keep writing, FT.

Keep typing, buddy. This bent saga has become ingrained in our brains and now we are obsessing. Help us, please. Love it. BC
 
Wow, BC, looks like you were doubly excited to read the last chapter. Ha. Interesting that you actually got to witness the shenanigans of 'women behaving badly', Chaz. Supposedly, they are pretty damned crazy. I had a female admin assistant at one point in time that liked to go to those things and could only report craziness. She liked the Chip'n'dales group. I practically had to fan her when she talked about how hot they made her feel. Go figure. I wanted to tell her about how hot her boyfriend made me feel, but decided to keep my mouth shut. I think Josh and company found a good profit maker in Ladies Only night. So, they suck it up for one night and reap the profits. It certainly has provided some sexual gratification for Sandy and Chuck. They seemed to like it. Ashton and Devin might suffer a little, but I'm sure they'll get by.

Sorry you guys get sad at the end of each chapter. I'll try to keep them coming. Have fun reading and I'll try to keep writing. Huggs, FT
 
Chapter 283 – Trent’s Fate Revealed

Elated by the fact that Dawson’s psychiatrist was gay, which I considered helpful in understanding Dawson with his treatment, and by the fact that Cory, the cute security guard in the Psych ward, was also gay, I felt more comfortable spending time helping with Dawson’s recovery. Now, if we could just get Dawson to realize his true self and who he actually was, and admit to himself he was gay. That was going to be a challenge.

Back at the bar, I shared this information with Jake, Andy and Zach. Andy could care less about Dawson, thinking he was an arrogant idiot that gave us all a bad name. Zach was ambivalent, not really knowing the guy, but following my lead on trying to help the him, if his help was needed.

“Josh, don’t kill yourself trying to help Dawson. He hasn’t done anything to help you in any way, shape or form. He screwed up Drew something terrible. I can’t forgive him for that. Now, from what you told us he shared with you today about not being gay, the guy’s delusional. I don’t think psychiatry is going to help him. I think you’re going to have to give him a lobotomy, if you have a fighting chance of helping him,” Andy said emphatically. I had to chuckle. At one time, I would have thought that also, but feeling sorry for him, mellowed me somewhat.

“Let’s let Dr. Wayne see what he can do with him before we cut out part of his brain,” I replied to Andy. Andy smiled.

Buzz and Jordan came walking in for lunch, chuckling about something. They had become such great friends in such a short period of time. I was amazed, yet grateful.

“So, what are you two up to today?” I asked, happy to see the two. They looked at each other and smiled, as if they had a secret between one another.

“Just coming to eat some of Fritz’s great food. He does make a mean meal. Everything he makes is good,” Jordan replied.

“What were you two laughing about with one another?” I asked curiously.

“Oh, nothing serious, just something funny that Buzz said,” Jordan replied. Buzz looked embarrassed.

“Okay, spill. Tell me what’s so funny,” I urged. They both looked at each other and started laughing again.

“What’s with you two?” I asked, teasingly. They were still smiling at one another.

“Well, and this kind of involves you, Josh. Buzz went to the bathroom right before we left to walk over here for lunch. I noticed before we got in the door, that his fly was wide open. I told him his barn door was open and the horse might run out and have some fun,” Jordan said, then they both laughed again, smiling at each other. I was shaking my head.

“Buzz said, ‘Oh, good grief, Josh thinks I have a big dick already, I don’t want it falling out and dragging on the ground as we walk inside. Thanks for saving me, Jordan.’,” Jordan said, trying to contain his laughter. Buzz was laughing as much as Jordan was. They made me laugh.

“Well if you have that kind of a problem, I think I need to sign you up to dance on Saturday nights here at the bar, Buzz. Might as well share your good assets with the rest of us that can appreciate such nice things,” I said, winking at him. That started laughter again.

“Anyway, I thought it was funny. Buzz is a laugh a minute, I’m starting to find out,” Jordan confessed. “We have a great time around the office when we take coffee breaks,” Jordan admitted.

“You two are something else. Going to have to keep my eye on you guys,” I said patting them on their shoulders and getting Seth over to take their orders. I left them to grab lunch with Jake and Thad. The more they bonded together, the better.

“Josh, you wouldn’t believe how much cash I deposited today at the bank. Oh, and before I forget, Cliff said to tell you and Jake hello and he’d love another therapy session with the two of you,” Thad hurriedly told us. “Have you guys fucked all our business associates?” Thad asked curiously.

“So how much cash did you deposit, Thad?” I asked, avoiding the sexual question.

“There was almost $5K just in cash. Well some of that was dollar bills the dancers turned in for larger denominations. Cliff wanted to know if we cornered the market on dollar bills. He said next time not to count them, just bring them in and they had a machine to count them in seconds compared to the hours it took me to count them all up a couple of times. I liked that idea,” Thad told us.

“Humm. And how do you like Cliff?” I asked Thad.

“Cliff? He’s okay. Why?” Thad asked.

“Any interest there?” I asked him.

“Never thought about it. He’s attractive and all, but I’m not really looking for anyone in particular,” Thad mentioned.

“He might be kind of fun to get to know. He’s sharp, cute, has a banking job, good with numbers and money. He’s got a nice dick and a hot ass also, so he brings fringe benefits with him. He doesn’t have a boyfriend and is in need of some affection. Maybe there might be something there,” I suggested.

“I like him and all. I just never thought about dating him. He’s at least 3 or 4 years older than me, not that it’s an issue at all. Besides, he’s probably not interested in me anyway. He seems to be more interested in you and Jake,” Thad replied.

“He was only interested in Jake and me, because we were the only ones that paid him any attention. If you showed an interest, I bet he’d jump at the chance. You’re a hell of a catch, Thad. I could almost guarantee he’s interested in you, if you’d show him any interest. You should go for it. Hell, if nothing else, you could have some fun together anyway. You don’t have to fall in love to have some fun.” Thad looked like he was thinking it over.

“He is handsome, but I’d think he’d be looking at someone older than me to enjoy being with. He’s out of school and in banking. I’m still in school and have another two years to go after this year. He doesn’t want to have to babysit someone like me,” Thad replied, after thinking it over.

“You may still be in school, but you’ve proven your worth in business. How could he not be impressed with someone with a ground floor interest in a huge business that’s continually expanding into other businesses. Cliff is impressed as hell with what we’re doing and would love to be a part of us, instead of the bank he’s stuck in playing gofer for that VP of his,” I assured him.

“Oh, so he’d be interested in me, just to get closer to our organization and possibly have an ‘in’ through me? Now who’s being used?” Thad asked.

“Thad, buddy. If you showed him some interest, he’d be more than interested in you, not just because of who you are and what you’re a part of, but because of you, the man. Thad, the all loving, smart, hot young stud that’s going to be a millionaire someday and who would love to have a partner that shares the same aspirations as he does. I personally think Cliff might be a good fit, but the heart wants what the heart wants,” I reminded him. He thought about what I said.

“After Trent, I didn’t think I wanted another close relationship, other than with you and Jake, of course, and having fun with the rest of the guys just to scratch an itch. What you said about Cliff makes sense. He’s not bad on the eyes with his clothes on, and I’m sure he looks pretty good naked. I guess I could talk to him more and get to know him better. Maybe there might be something there,” Thad said, thinking about what I said. “That doesn’t take away how I feel about you, Jake and all the rest of the partners, though,” he insisted. I smiled.

“Sure you want to include Trevor in that group?” I asked smiling. Thad chuckled.

“Got to include Trevor. Who could ever not love Trevor?” he asked smiling. I patted him on the back. I told Thad and Jake I was going to run to the restroom before heading out to our American Lit class.

I ran into Buzz coming out of the restroom. “Seems as if you remembered to close the barn door this time,” I said chuckling, as I looked down at his crotch. Buzz laughed.

“I still can’t get over those soap dispensers you have. Kind of creepy, but kind of cool all at the same time. Are we going to mass manufacture those for the dormitory restrooms?” Buzz asked chuckling.

“That might distract from their overall character if we did that, Buzz. Better just to have them here and in our other bars, so the novelty doesn’t wear off,” I replied. He thought I was probably right about that.

“Hey, Josh, everything’s a go for Saturday morning at 10:00. It’s all set, just so you know. I talked to Marianne again this morning, and she’s got it all set up. Invite whoever you want and we’ll do this up right. I’m actually excited about this myself,” he told me. I gripped his shoulder.

“You should be, Buzz. You’re as big a part of this as we are. You’re part of our greater family of enterprising young businessmen,” I assured him.

“Josh, can I ask you kind of a personal question?” Buzz asked, getting somewhat serious.

“Sure, I guess so, unless you’re going to pull that big dick of yours out here and want me to compare it to mine, as I’ll surely lose,” I teased. Buzz laughed.

“No, that’s not it at all. I just wanted to ask you if you could tell me if Jarod is gay? I don’t mean any disrespect by asking that question. I just kind of wanted to know,” he said interested.

“Why, Buzz, does it matter either way?” I asked.

“In a way it does to me. Not that I have anything against that, but I really like Jordan, and we’re spending more time together all the time. I’d kind of like to know, you know, if that’s going to lead to something maybe more serious,” he said, noticeably nervous as he asked.

“I happen to know Jordan really likes you, Buzz. Maybe the two of you should discuss how you feel about one another together. You don’t need me for that,” I assured him. He looked at me perplexed.

“I would like that, but I don’t have the faintest idea about how to go about asking a question like that. I know you’re gay, and the rest of the team, so I knew I could ask you without offending you. I just don’t want to ask Jordan and possibly offend him. I care about him as my friend. We seem to be getting along extremely well. I haven’t had a friend like Jordan before that I really cared about,” Buzz explained.

“Buzz, if you feel some sort of attachment to Jordan, I’m sure he feels the same way about you. Maybe the two of you should explore your feelings together a little more, and see where it goes. Truthfully, I don’t think it would hurt either one of you to do that. Jordan is extremely open minded, like you seem to be. I wouldn’t hesitate in the least to tell him how you feel towards your friendship, or if there is something else that’s growing between you,” I told him. Buzz still looked nervous.

“I feel like a teenager about to ask a girl out on a first date. I was never any good at that before, and I’m surely not any better with it now. Given the circumstances, us both being males, it seems even more difficult for some reason,” he explained. “I’ve never really ever had a relationship, other than a business relationship with anyone before. I’m not good at this at all,” Buzz admitted. I put both hands on his shoulders.

“Buzz, if you just let him know you care about him. I’m sure Jordan can help you through the rest, and I doubt very seriously if you get turned down. Coming from someone that knows him extremely well, I know he really likes you as a friend, and I’ve never seen him happier lately than I have hanging around with you. I’d say ‘go for it’. Don’t waste time beating around the bush, when you can spend that time showing each other you care about one another,” I suggested. He smiled at me and gave me a quick hug.

“I might need some advice from an expert like you,” Buzz said, looking into my eyes. I laughed.

“Your body and your heart will tell you everything you need to know. It’s human nature when you care,” I advised him. I got another hug, and he was off, after looking back over his shoulder and mouthing, ‘thank you’.

“I was almost ecstatic, telling Jake and Thad what Buzz talked to me about. I swore them to secrecy, and told them we needed to be quiet and watch this thing play out.

“So, what’s the deal, Josh? You playing matchmaker today or what?” Thad asked, considering the conversation I had with him about Cliff and now giving Buzz advice on Jordan. I just smiled at him and blew him a kiss.

Jake and I saw Riley and Sarah again in American Lit class. Riley got me aside and pressed me for a time to get together for his orientation into gay sex. I told him this next week for sure. He told me Friday afternoon Sarah would be going home after lunch and he had the apartment all to himself. He said he’d like her not to be there when we did his sexual orientation. I told him it was not an option, she absolutely could not be there. He agreed. Then he got excited at the thought we finally nailed down a date. I told him I’d have to try to carve out the time, but I didn’t have swim practice on Fridays, so that helped. He said he’d make it worth my while as his eyes ate me up. Then I reminded him that date could change, which caused gave him a frown. I was having mixed thoughts about Riley, but I did promise him, and his damn photo shoot would be the following week, so we were running out of time. I felt pressed for time again, too many things needing attention too quickly.

Swim practice went well. The guys were getting along well together, developing into a cohesive team. James didn’t have the detailed reports completed yet, so I told the guys, we could possibly review them on Monday and then take part of practice on Tuesday to start our exercise and weight training regimen. I think they were all happy to have that part delayed somewhat.

I should have gone to visit Dawson after swim practice, but I told him earlier I’d see him tomorrow sometime, so I excused myself from that chore today. That helped. I walked back to the bar with Zach and Andy.

Conner was waiting for us at the bar when we returned. He was in his uniform this time. He was still on duty, as far as I could tell. “Hey, Josh. I have some news. Let’s find Jake and Thad and I’ll fill you guys in,” he said as we waked inside together. “Looks like you guys do a good afterwork cocktail hour and dinner service,” he mentioned, as he looked around at all the mixed crowd in the bar.

“Fritz keeps mesmerizing them with his food creations, and the booze, well the booze is the booze. Who could go wrong with that?” I said chuckling.

I grabbed Jake, as we went through the bar. We found Thad in the office. We sat down at the small table we had, where we had spoken before. “The sting plan went down last night. It got a little strange. We got Trent, just so you know. It wasn’t exactly the way we planned, and there were shots fired in the process. Trent got hit by one of the bullets from X, but he’s stable. He got hit in the shoulder, luckily. He’s in the hospital in Phoenix. X was injured also, but not injured enough in my mind, as he escaped and they’re looking for him. We have Trent under guard at the hospital,” he said. Thad gave a big sigh of relief. “Trent’s still a little fucked up, Thad, just so you know. We got hold of his parents. They wanted to go out there right away, but we’re not sure if he’s going to be held or not after his wounds heal. We told them they might want to wait until they hear when they can see if and if he’s going to be released or not. They’re not sure what that’s all about and we didn’t go into details. We just said he was involved in something he shouldn’t have been, and we’re not sure of the outcome until we get everything sorted out. I told them, in all probability, he was probably okay, but an investigation had to take place to clear him. They were somewhat relieved, but still frantic over what might have taken place. I really didn’t have the hear to tell them their gay son was a prostitute working for a notorious pimp. I just couldn’t get those words our of my mouth. I’m hoping he was forced to do what he did, but it seems to Neal and me, he could have avoided it and sought us out for protection. He chose not to, which pisses me off and makes him look guilty. We’ll let the Phoenix PD sort that one out. The other college aged kid is in custody, at the moment. I’ll keep tabs on what happens to him. I have a direct line to my counterpart in the PPD, so I’ll keep you guys updated and his parents. If he gets formally charged, I will have to tell his parents what the charges are,” Conner explained.

“Wow, what the heck happened? The boys were supposed to meet the undercover in a hotel. How did gunfight break out? Was it in the hotel?” I asked, like it didn’t make sense.

“We think X got spooked and sent the first boy to tell the UC that the venue had changed. If he wanted a show between two college boys, and possibly others to join in, he had to go with the first kid to the building in the industrial district, produce the money, then they’d give him a show. The UC wasn’t really comfortable with that, but the kid told him that’s the only way this thing was going down. The UC didn’t want to lose the chance of nabbing Trent, so he, reluctantly, went along with it. They told him they’d have to pat him down before he got in the car, just to be on the safe side, as some of the clients got rough with the boys, and they didn’t want any accidents to happen. The UC had to ditch his gun, so he wasn’t discovered. Luckily the PPD still had the building under surveillance. Another UC, disguised as a homeless man, bumped into our UC on his way into the building with the driver and the kid, and dropped a small handgun in the pocket of our UC, so he was armed entering the building. Once inside, he saw X and some other different aged me. The place was like a brothel. There were other clients there also. It was quite an organized setup. Our UC had to produce the $2K right off the bat, then they took him into a room with a mattress on the floor. Trent, along with this other kid, started kissing and undressing one another. They even fondled our UC as they entertained him. He stopped them, and explained hurriedly, he was getting them out of there. They told him there was no way, as X would kill him and them also, trying to get them out. He showed them he was armed and told them he had backup on the outside, the place was surrounded. He pushed his panic button and the place was invaded with cops. X figured out what was going on, and went for Trent to escape with him. X saw our UC with a gun when he rushed the room and pulled one on our UC. Our UC shot at X as he was being shot at. He caught X in the shoulder, but X got a shot off at Trent, as if he was trying to kill Trent, probably to keep him quiet. Trent went down and the UC got another shot off at X who fled. X escaped, it seems, through a tunnel under the building, that came up across the street in another building somehow. I guess there were some pretty interesting clientele there with the male whores, X and his co-harts had in their building. Seems as if a couple of councilmen got caught in the sting. Damn, what a shame,” Conner said chuckling.

“So, how bad is Trent?” Thad asked concerned.

“He’s listed in fair condition. He was a little malnourished, lost some weight from the last time you probably saw him. He’ll be fine. He’s kind of under police protection and house arrest. They’re not sure why X tried to kill him, but at the same time, he needs to provide the Phoenix PD with information that can help catch X. Oh, and the FBI is involved also, since X is on a nationwide manhunt list, and he technically kidnapped Trent, taking him across several state lines all the way to Phoenix.

“What happened to the other kid?” Jake asked, curiously.

“As I said, he’s in custody for the moment, until they can find his parents, family, next of kin, whatever. They want information from him also. Plus, they don’t know if X would try to take him out. They were able to nab a couple of X’s lieutenants, which may be helpful if they can get them to talk. X is injured, but I’m sure he has ways to take care of that underground somewhere, leading the life he has, and with the connections he has. The only bad part about this whole situation, is that this badass is still loose and not dead or behind bars. Trent’s going to have to watch his back until X is dead or behind bars. For some reason, X is obsessed with Trent, and is determined to have him with him or take him out if he can’t. Don’t know why, but it seems that way. They’re trying to get information out of Trent as we speak, but he’s still heavily sedated, after the surgery they gave him to remove the bullet. I won’t be able to get much more information for a few days, as they’re not being overly transparent with an ongoing investigation. We’re kind of on the back burner, you might say. I’ll certainly let you know if I hear anything more when I do,” Conner told us. We all kind of sat there in silence trying to process all this in our brains. Our good friend could have been killed, not once, but several times, dealing with this asshole, X. What the heck was the matter with him? Why did he fall into the grasps of this cruel person? There was a chance we’d never know. The good thing we heard, was that he was safe now and alive. Conner said he was listed in fair condition at the hospital. Thad seemed somewhat relieved.

“In a way, I wish I was there to help him and provide him with a caring friend. In another way, I think, I’m glad I’m done with him,” Thad said, thinking out loud. Jake and I gave him a hug.

“Well, isn’t that exciting and a crock of shit at the same time. We can’t thank you enough for all you did to find him, Conner, you and Neal both,” I said, expressing our gratitude.

“No problem, Josh. Actually, you need to tell Heinie what happened, and also thank him for his information. Odds are we’d still be looking all over the country, trying to find X and Trent. We were happy to help also. You guys mean a lot to Neal and me. We feel like we have a great group of friends now, thanks to you guys. Before it was just kind of Neal and I, living in our own isolated world. Now, we have a whole group of friends, a place to hang out and have fun here at the bar, and are surrounded by guys who care. Seriously, I can’t tell you how much that means to us,” Conner remarked. I got up and hugged him. He liked that.

“We’re just glad it wasn’t you and Neal that got shot at. Let the Phoenix PD handle that. We’re grateful none of them were injured in the raid on the building,” I told him.

“Oh, there were a couple that got hit, but hit in their vests, which was a Godsend. I just hope Trent realizes someday, what risks certain individuals, he never knew, took, in order to rescue him from his own stupidity. He never should have been involved with X to begin with. Heinrich was smart enough to get out from underneath X, and Trent should have also,” Conner said, disgustedly. We all agreed.

I offered Conner a beer, but he said he had to meet Neal at the station. He said they might go home and change, then come back later for a bite to eat and a couple of beers. He said he thought he needed a couple of beers tonight. I told him they were on me tonight, which made him smile. I offered him the chance to shower with us also, but he just laughed. I told him, ‘one of these days’.

After Conner left, I asked Thad if he was okay. “I’m fine, Josh. I’m glad Trent’s okay, but things could never be the same with us. I feel sorry for him in a way, but then again, I don’t. If he would have asked us for help, we could have got Conner and Neal involved and helped him. We could have protected him, until X was arrested and put in jail. No, he wanted the life he had in some insane way. He never leveled with us, the first time he got beat up and we took care of him and loved him, for that matter. We loved him, and he still ran off and was an idiot. No, I’m glad he’s safe, but I don’t care if I ever see him again. Not this time,” he said convincingly.

“Just so you’re okay. I know you cared for him. We all liked him. But, you’re right, he kind of made his own bed. We could have helped him. He knew Conner and Neal also. He was aware they could have helped him. Look at the horrible mess he’s in right now. Even though he’s safe from X, which is yet to be determined, as X is still at large, he may still have some legal problems. No telling what all he was doing for X. I hate to think about it, actually. I feel sorry for his parents. Can you imagine what they went through, not knowing whether he was dead or alive. Wait till they find out what he was doing. I think that might be a little more difficult then coming out to your family, if you ask me. I wouldn’t want to be in his position. Better it’s over with and out of our hands,” I exclaimed. Jake agreed. Thad came and gave Jake and I a hug.

“I am glad he’s safe. I don’t hate him. I’m just deeply disappointed in him. He exercised extremely poor judgement. He was obviously not one of us,” Thad remarked.

I left Jake and Thad and went into the kitchen to tell Fritz they found Trent and, although he was wounded, he was now safe. Fritz was excited. He called Heinrich right away to tell him the news. Heinrich said he’d be over right away, as he wanted details.

Heinrich arrived fifteen minutes later and joined us in the kitchen. I sent George out to get us beers, then told he and Doug to take a 15 minute break somewhere else. They looked at me funny, but went to get the beers, then disappeared. I explained the whole ordeal, Conner discussed with us, to Fritz and Heinie.

Heinie, said, while that he was happy Trent wasn’t hurt all that bad and would recover, he wouldn’t be happy until X was in custody. Heinie kept saying what an evil man X was. He said the fact he actually shot at Trent, trying to kill him, just proved it. I think we all agreed X was a total asshole and evil person. Heinie said the guy had a lot of money and wondered where he kept it, as he couldn’t put it in any bank. He said he had to have stashed it somewhere here in town. I asked him if he had any acquaintances here in town. Heinie said not that he knew of, and the less he knew about X and his affairs, the better. If anyone knew, he thought Trent might know.

“I’ll bet X has $100K, or even more, stashed somewhere around here,” Heinie said, thinking out loud.

“Really. That much money?” I questioned. Heinie shook his head yes.

“He couldn’t have taken it all with him. I’ll just bet if he got loose, he’ll come back for it. Phoenix isn’t safe for him anymore. He’s been operating between here and there for years. This has to be his other safe place. He didn’t think the cops were onto him here, but were watching Trent, trying to see if they could find who he was working with. He doesn’t know they made him here. I’ll bet you anything, if he gets out of Phoenix without being caught, he’ll be back here to get his money, then leave to find a new place to set up shop with some new guys. Podunk America was safe for him to operate. Phoenix is large, and he thought it was safe there, but now he’s wanted, and that part of the world knows what he looks like. As far as he knows, our law enforcement doesn’t know what he looks like. Guys, I’m not feeling safe right now,” Heinie told us. “I mean if he does come back, he might be wanting to even the score with those that disappointed him. I’m number one on that list, with Trent gone. We need to alert Conner as to what might happen and have our police force on the lookout for the guy. Hopefully, Conner’s Vice department knows where he stayed. That would be a good place to look for his money. Hell, he could have buried it anywhere around here, for that matter. I wouldn’t give a rat’s ass for the money, just as long as they could catch X, in the process of him coming back for it. I tell you, guys, he’s on his way back here when he can do it safely,” Heinrich said nervously.

“I need to let Conner know what you think might happen, so he’s prepared to deal with him if shows up here again. You think it might be in Trent’s apartment?” I asked Heinie and Fritz. They shrugged their shoulders. “As far as the landlord is concerned, the place is still rented, and Trent’s things, for the most part, are still there, except for some of his clothes. No one’s been in there. Maybe Conner can get a search warrant or get permission from Trent to search the place,” I said, thinking out loud myself, this time.

Just then Jordan stuck his head in the kitchen. “There you are, Josh. Jake just told me they found Trent, but he’s been shot. How awful!” he said disturbed.

“Hey, I need to go, but tell Conner he needs to be on the lookout. I’m concerned for what I told you, Josh. Thanks for telling me the details though. Talk to you later,” Heinrich said, then gave me a quick hug and headed out.

“Must have a client,” Fritz said, then shook his head. “I need to get some dinners out,” Fritz said, then quickly got back to work. I patted him on the back, then left to tell Jordan the details. Jordan couldn’t believe Trent actually got shot.

Jake joined Jordan and I for a beer in the bar area. Dinner traffic was starting to pick up, but there were still several tables open for the drinking crowd. The three of us couldn’t get over the good looks of some of the, what we considered to be, the young gay professionals, intermixed with the straight ones, and some who had come together as office bros. We definitely had a more sophisticated after work group than in the City. I made a mental note to discuss the demographics of our after work group with Ty, the next time I saw him. I told Jordan he should be on the lookout for a boyfriend. He just smiled and shook his head.

“Speaking of boyfriends, how did the townhouse hunt go yesterday with Noah?” I asked, curiously. Jordan smiled.

“Actually, it went very well. We had a great time together. He had me a bit worried there at one point,” Jordan said, then bowed his head.

“Oh, do tell, Jord. What happened?” I asked, now very curiously. Jordan looked embarrassed.

“Well, we were looking in the master bedroom on the second floor of a townhouse on the edge of town, kind of on top of a hill in a wooded area. The master bedroom had glass on one end of it, looking down over a hill of woods onto a small lake there. It was a beautiful view, actually. I laid down on the bed to see if I could see the view from the bed. You could. You could see a panoramic view of the woods and lake from the bed in the master bedroom. I told Noah how nice the view was. He, then, laid down beside me to see it also. We laid there beside each other for a bit, just enjoying the view. Then Noah said this felt pretty good laying here. I told him the view was great. He said, it was even better looking at it, laying in bed with me. I didn’t know what to say. I finally said something like, I was glad we could see it together, as it was a great view. Then I felt him grab and hold my hand. I was so nervous I thought I was going to faint, guys. I mean, I was not expecting anything like that. That went on for a few moments. I couldn’t move, but was scared to death what he might do next, that I wasn’t prepared for,” he said, getting excited all over again.

“So, what happened. What did he do?” I asked anxiously.

“Not really much of anything. He finally said he thought we should probably get going in order to see some other townhouses. He finally let go of my hand, and we both got up. I think he had a boner though, although I never mentioned anything about it. It was kind of hot and freaky all at the same time. I wasn’t sure what to expect. He never mentioned it again. Still, I guess you could say we had a moment together. It was encouraging anyway,” Jordan told us, somewhat happy about the incident.

“Gees, Jord, you could have encouraged a little more action there, you know. He made the first move, which is always the hardest. You could have encouraged the second move, like squeezed his hand a little, to let him know you were enjoying what he was doing. He got scared without some encouragement, got embarrassed and gave up, is what happened. You have to help the situation just a little, you know,” I told him. I thought Jake was going to laugh out loud.

“I was almost in a state of shock. I wasn’t sure what to do. I didn’t resist,” he said.

“No, but you didn’t encourage him either. Jordan, we have our work cut out for us with you, buddy. I’m not going on dates with the two of you to show you what to do. You have to be a little more aggressive yourself. It takes two guys to have passionate sex, and you both need to be willing participants, eager to please each other, not stoic and speechless. Come on, Jordan,” I explained, shaking my head at him. He looked embarrassed.

“Well, we couldn’t have passionate sex on some person’s strange bed in someone’s house we didn’t even know. We were just looking at the place. It wasn’t the right time or place for that type of thing. We need a shower, towels, lube, clean sheets, all that necessary stuff for passionate sex,” Jordan told us. Jake and I laughed.

“Hell, Jake and I fucked out on top of a hill in a field one time. We fucked on bales of hay in the barn loft and got straw up our asses. We left some nice cum stains on the barn siding in the loft, though. If the urge strikes you, you find a way, Jord. You and I fucked in the airplane, for Heaven’s sake. We made that work,” I reminded him.

“Well we did have the benefit of a small lavatory there for cleanup,” he reminded me. I shook my head at him.

“So, did he kiss you goodbye or anything when the two of you parted yesterday?” I asked.

“He shook my hand and then gave me a quick hug. I did tell him I enjoyed having lunch here with him and spending the afternoon with him. He said he’d look forward to the next time. I told him I’d be in for dinner sometime this week. I was going tonight, but I’m here now, so I might as well eat with you guys,” he told us.

“Hey, don’t let us stop you from possibly getting laid tonight, Jord. I think you might want to pursue Noah, before you have dinner with Jake and me,” I suggested.

“Nah, I like you guys better. Besides, Buzz has been acting very strange lately. There was one time today, we were taking a break together and our eyes met. For a moment, I thought he was going to kiss me. But then we realized we were just staring at one another, then we laughed about it and went on. I wonder if he really does have a big dick, like everyone says he does. He even joked about it at lunchtime today when we realized his fly was open,” Jordan said, remembering what they were laughing about at lunch. I thought it was funny also.

“You should have asked him to show it to you, so you could determine for yourself if it was really that large,” I chided. Jordan just shook his head at me. “So, if you had to chose which one you wanted to date, or possibly end up with, which one would you pick?” I asked. He had to stop and think about it before answering.

“I’m not sure. There are different things l like about each one. Buzz and I definitely have more in common than Noah and me. Buzz is fun to be with, but Noah, he’s just a sweetheart. I’m not sure which one I’d pick, if I had to pick just one,” Jordan replied.

“Hey, you can have sex with both of them, if you wanted to. Hell, have a threesome. Jake, Zach and I love each other so much, we used to have threesomes together all the time. Not so much anymore, come to think of it. We need to get back in the practice, although Zach and Brady seem to really be hitting it off together. That takes the pressure off of Jake and me,” I said, thinking about it.

“If I’m going to get serious, it has to be with one person. I want to devote my entire attention to just one person,” Jordan said, trying to figure it out.

“Well, you have plenty of time to experiment with both guys, if it’s in the cards, before having to settle in with one guy or the other. See which one woos you the most, as you get to know them better. My guess is, both of them see something in you that turns them on. If, and this is a big if, knowing you, and no disrespect, Jordan, you should happen to end up in the sack with one or the other, or both at different times, don’t make any commitments to either one of them. Don’t be popping off the, “I love you’ thing, until you’re really sure which one you do love the most. Play it casual at the beginning. You’re heart will help you make the right decision when the time comes. Who knows, it might not be either one of them/ We don’t know either one of them is actually interested in having sex with you, or just a close friendship. You might end up with someone entirely different from either of them, before you settle down completely,” I suggested.

“I don’t know, Josh. I kind of think the possibilities are there with one of them. Anyway, that’s my last couple of days. I didn’t mean to bore you with my dating life, not that I really have one anyway,” he confessed. Jake and I laughed.

“Jordan, either one of them or both, would be getting someone very special, if they were able to land you permanently,” Jake told him. That made him blush.

“Well, whichever one it is, if it’s even one of them, they have to know I love you guys more than anything, and I’ll never give up sex with the two of you when it’s available,” he said emphatically.

“Oh, so now, when you get to the point of having sex with one or both of them, then you have to discuss an open relationship on top of that. Good grief, you’re going to be complicated.”

“Not entirely an open relationship. Just one, kind of like Todd and Chad have. We’d have each other and then we’d have you two also. No one else needs to be in the mix,” he said quite convincingly.

“What if either one of them have a special friend they love, and enjoy having sex with on the side. What are you going to do about that?” I asked. “I mean what’s good for the goose is good for the gander. You might have to get used to a friend, or friends of his for that ‘limited open relationship’ you were talking about,” I warned him.

“Oh, I never thought about that. I just always thought it’d be Mr. Right for the most part, and the two of you occasionally, the four of us. I guess I’d have to see who he was having sex with and determine if I could handle that type of relationship or not. Why do you have to make this so difficult?” he asked me, somewhat concerned. I laughed.

“It’s everyday life, Jord. You’ll get used to it in time,” I replied.

“The good thing is, I don’t think either one of them have any male friends at all, as far as I’m aware of, so the potential to be competing with another casual friend they deeply care about, and have sex with occasionally, is kind of slim, when I think about it,” he said, again thinking out loud.

“So, you didn’t have any, and now you have two. Which one will win the heart of Jordan? That’s the big question of the day,” I said raising my beer glass. “Let’s drink to his new possibilities, and may the best man win,” I toasted. We clinked glasses.

We had dinner together and teased Jordan off and on about his new boyfriends. He took it all in stride. We talked about the groundbreaking ceremony on Saturday morning. Jordan warned me there might be questions about our sexuality in the interview with the paper from this Marianne woman. I asked him why that would be. He told me because of our ownership of a ‘gay’ bar. I guessed he was right about that. He wanted me to think about what I might say, in regard to any questions about being gay and the business, so I could be prepared to make a statement, should I find myself needing to. He said he was glad I was handling that part. I thanked him for his confidence, jokingly. He rolled his eyes. That bugged me a little, but it wasn’t as if I knew it might be coming. The good thing was, everyone I cared about in this world, now knew I was gay, so I was feeling confident who I was now. It wasn’t like Tuck was, all of a sudden finding out his little brother that he loved was gay, and shun me now. He knows I’m gay and still loves me. I had to think about my relationships and convince myself they were solid. I am who I am, and I will be me from now on, I convinced myself.

Jordan said he had some reading to do tonight and was going to curl up naked in his robe at his apartment to get comfortable reading. I told him he could curl up naked in our bed and do his reading there, while Jake and I studied in our bedroom. He thought about it and told us, he felt pretty sure none of us would get anything done. Jake and I guessed he’d be right.

“You know we have a busy Saturday coming up, Josh. Don’t forget we have rush week starting Saturday afternoon at the frat. Taylor reminded me of it the other night. We need to take Ethan with us to officially sign him up. You wanted to get Zach installed also. Brady’s already there, but he needs to be there. So, there’s you, me, Brady and Zach from here, but we need to pick up Ethan also and introduce him around,” Jake reminded me.

“Oh, shit. I completely forgot about that this weekend. Then we have another busy night here at the bar. Unbelievable,” I told him. He gave me a quick hug, told me we’d get through it all, and not to fret. I believed him, but the pressure was mounting again, and I was starting to feel it.

Later in the evening, Jake massaged my bare shoulders for me, as I was reading an assignment. “Damn, that feels good, babe,” I sighed. Jake stepped it up a little.

“You needed this. Damn, you’re tense, Josh. Jump on the bed and lay on your stomach. I’ll give you a full body massage,” Jake urged.

“I know what that’s all about,” I said, grinning at him.

“And what’s the problem with that?” he asked.

“Nothing at all. You should tell me when you’re horny,” I replied. He smiled.

“I just want to get my hands all over your naked body. And, Lord knows, you need it,” Jake chided.

“I need your naked body all over my naked body,” I assured him. We both stripped off our briefs, letting our cocks and balls air out. I laid on the bed on my stomach. Jake straddled my ass, and started kneading my shoulders, neck, arms and upper back. Damn if that didn’t feel good. It really felt great when he worked his way down to my ass and thighs. I liked that part the best. His fingers kneaded my tense glutes, as his thumbs grazed my asshole, sending erotic chills through my body. That action ended too soon, as his kneading fingers went down my legs, across my calves for a good few minutes, then to my ankles and feet. Damn, did he make me feel great massaging my feet. Jake climbed back on top of me, and worked on my ass once more. This time I got a good rim job out of it. I could feel his warm slick tongue cruise across my sensitive asshole, and feel my asscrack hairs wetted. He was driving me crazy with his tongue and slight sucking action. “Fuck, Jake, you know you have me rock hard,” I commented. I could hear him chuckle. I reached around and felt his throbbing cock sticking out above me. I fondled his slightly hairy balls, and even got a finger over his asshole, making him quiver at the erotic sensation a little.

“Careful, there, babe. You’ve already got me excited,” he warned. He finally rolled me over and laid on top of me. We ground our cocks and balls together, producing pre-cum, flowing from our piss slits. I felt fantastic in his arms, our mouths exploring each other, our groins joined. It was blissful.

“Okay, enough. I need to feel you inside me, Jake. I want you to fuck me and fuck me hard,” I urged. Seeing the neediness in my eyes and the urgency for our bodies to be joined together, he got up and pulled my ass to the end of the bed. He leaned over and kissed me passionately several more times before I felt the head of his cock probing my asshole. I felt a little push, then some fullness, as the head of his penis entered my body. I thrust my ass to meet his penetrating penis, and took him balls deep.

“Oh, we’re in a hurry tonight,” Jake mentioned. I gave him a quick grin.

“I need you right now,” I whispered, with a sense of urgency. Pre-cum drooled from my cock onto my belly. Jake took the liberty of sampling some, then shared it with me from the end of his tongue, as his hips thrust his manly cock deep in my ass, his body showing it loved mine. My ass was on fire with the sensations of Jake inside me. I felt pure unadulterated love between us, intense, and getting stronger. I pulled him into me and clutched him tightly, as his pubes brushed against my balls when he thrust his cock deep inside me, his dick filling me to what felt like capacity, a fullness one only feels when totally ecstatic with the intense sexual experience between two lovers. “Don’t stop, Jake. This feels fucking wonderful,” I assured him. He could see the look of pure ecstasy on my face, as I savored every movement his body made to mine. I grasp his butt cheeks and dug my fingers into them, squeezing them, as they tensed to drive his big dick further inside me. “Fuck, Jake, this is unreal. I love you so fucking much,” I said over and over. My balls were churning, and I knew it was the end of the road, as my cock throbbed intensely, pressed hard against Jakes abs. I cried out, as my cock exploded between us, draping his beautiful abs, and mine, with a layer of cum, my man milk shed for the love of my life. “Don’t stop, Jake. Keep fucking me. Gawd, this feels so good tonight,” I told him, as I held onto him tightly, never wanting to let him go. I felt him tense up, and my bowels flood with his warm man milk, as he bred me, giving up his seed, spraying my insides with everything his balls could give me. He stayed stiff as a board for a few seconds, as his cock finished its convulsive sperm delivery, then collapsed on top of me. We kissed intensely for another few moments, as we both savored an intense post orgasm euphoria.

“Babe, that was one of the best yet. Don’t know why, but it felt so good. I needed that,” I told him, then kissed him all over every inch of his face and neck.

“I needed that too, Josh. Only you and I can experience an orgasm together like that. Sex is great with the other guys, but never quite as good as it is between you and me,” Jake told me, his head propped up on his arm, looking deeply into my eyes.

“Oh, Jake, I love you so much. I really couldn’t make it without you, you know,” I confessed. He kissed me tenderly on the lips.

“Me neither, babe. I guess we’re stuck with each other,” he replied. We both kind of chuckled.

“I guess we really are stuck together. My cum is all sticky between us,” I chuckled. He kissed me again several more times, as if to say, who cares.

I felt an emptiness, as his cock slowly slid out of my ass, having lost it rigor, completed its job, and now retreated to regenerate. We laid there together, embracing each other for several minutes. Finally, we got up and headed naked into the showers, where we took our time washing one another, just enjoying our togetherness.

Friday morning came early, but Jake and I seemed energized again, to take on the world this morning. Zach and Brady kissed us good morning at breakfast. Thad and Dustin did also. Allen and OBB were scurrying to get to class, but gave us a quick peck on their way out. Jake and I headed out to Stat.

Our jock friend, seated across from us, was in all his glory. He had a boner most of the class, a very obvious one. That boy was extremely well hung, from what Jake and I could tell. He girlfriend was relentless, rubbing her fingers across it through his shorts, most of the class. Yet, he seemed annoyed with her teasing. He might have been, but his cock sure wasn’t. It was straining against his nylon shorts begging for release, so it could handle the breeding job it was there for. This kid was like a bull that needed a field full of females to breed as he pleased. I know he looked at Jake and me a couple of times, as if to admit, he knew we knew what was going on, but didn’t care one bit. In fact, he spread his legs further apart, at one point, to intentionally give us a better view. I wasn’t sure what his angle was, but he seemed to enjoy showing off his prowess. Oh well, it sure made Statistics interesting and non-boring for Jake and me. He gave us a parting glance, as we were leaving the classroom after class, as if to silently ask if we enjoyed the show. Jake and I couldn’t figure out what his angle was, unless it was to say, ‘my dick is bigger and better than yours’.

Trevor, Thad, Jake and I went to the SU after class for coffee, before our Marketing class with Ty. We were taking turns trying to guess if Ty would really go through with gay night as a server at the bar on Saturday night. My inclination was, Ty was committed to research all the angles associated with our business. He seemed totally committed and focused, to me anyway, to learn what we were selling to the public.

We all headed over to class ahead of time, just to see how Ty enjoyed his research on Wednesday night. He was all smiles when he saw us.

“I guess you survived,” I teased, when we first saw Ty, as we arrived in the classroom.

“Most fun I’ve had in years, guys. Let’s hope your gay night is equally entertaining and interesting for marketing research,” Ty replied.

“We think you ought to dance on stage with the rest of the dancers, Ty. You’d be a big hit,” Jake teased him.

“What? I don’t need to be shaking my uninteresting junk in a thong on stage with that herd of studs you guys have to drive those females crazy. That’s the last thing you guys need,” Ty replied.

“Uh, I wouldn’t say your junk is uninteresting in the least,” I replied. He looked at me a little funny. “In fact, I’d say on gay night, you might even be a star,” I teased.

“Yeh, right. I saw how some of those guys filled out those thongs. They certainly are way more endowed down there than I am. No thanks, I’ll stick to serving and researching what makes this business of yours tick.”

“You need to live a little, Ty. In order to understand how to market to the gay crowd, you have to understand who we are and what turns us on, makes us want to spend money on something. You need to become one of us to know what makes us tick,” I suggested.

“Well, if that requires a cock up my tight ass, then I guess I’ll never get there,” he said smiling.

“You don’t have to be involved with us physically to find our secrets. Justt hang around and do things with us that you’ll eventually recognize what our likes and dislikes are, then how to market to those areas. To do that, you have to let your guard down and enjoy the things that we enjoy, being naked around each other, enjoying the sights of other naked guys. You don’t necessarily have to go all the way, but be comfortable with nudity and the discussions we have. Just immerse yourself in our lives,” I suggested. He had to think about that.

“I don’t have any problem being naked around you guys. Hell, I showered with you the other night. I’ll have to think about it overall, what the best line of research might be. For the short term, I think I’ll just help out and see what all I can learn there,” Ty replied.

“Suit yourself, but the door is always open to more,” I promised him. He smiled, and said he appreciated our efforts, friendship and understanding. We told him dittos.

Ty never mentioned anything during class about his experiences at the CNB for Ladies’ Night. Our guess was, he was compiling data to use at a later date, once he understood it all himself. As we left class, he said he would see us tomorrow night for another interesting evening. We told him we’d definitely look forward to his helping out.

Back at the bar, the lunch crowd was already arriving. Like clockwork, Jordan and Buzz were there having lunch. I stopped to say hi. “Everything all set for tomorrow morning?” I asked Buzz, who seemed to be coordinating this effort.

“Got it all handled, Josh. Todd and Chad got the sign up today. Oh, Bill the realtor called, and wanted to know if he could be there for the groundbreaking also,” Buzz informed me. I had to think about that one.

“Seems to me he was representing the seller and not us, the buyer. What do you think, Jordan?” I asked, puzzled by his request.

“He’s a publicity seeker, Josh. He wants to be associated with an up and coming company, as if he helped put this deal together. I don’t know that it does him any harm, and may do him some good, but if his client found out about it, there could be a conflict of interest on his part, but not on ours. It’s his skin, if he wants to risk it. Otherwise, he would just be an interested bystander, as far as we’re concerned,” Jordan explained. I thought about it.

“Buzz, you can tell him he can come, but he’s not in the pictures. We can give him credit for handling the land sale, but that’s about it,” I replied. Buzz said he’d let him know. “So, what have you two been up to this morning?” I asked, interested in any sexy things they could tell me.

“Just trying to finalize the groundbreaking for you tomorrow. Todd and Chad are putting together contracts for the construction phase of this project. They pretty much had them put together before the sale, recognizing the fact the project was going to move forward, thanks to Buzz here and his close association with the city planning commission. They were actually quite pleased to see this go through, saying it would be a welcome addition to the community. I guess they’re officially on our side,” Jordan explained. I patted Buzz on the back.

“Nice job, Buzz, by the way. You are an asset to the group, Buzz, and becoming a closer friend by the day. We may have to adopt you,” I told him. Buzz smiled from ear to ear. “I think Jordan may have adopted you already.” Buzz grinned even more.

“Hey, Jordan is a great pal, Josh. You’re all great. I especially like my new office mate though. I haven’t had this much fun in years, having a professional friend to pal around with and have lunch together. This is working out great,” Buzz replied, as he patted Jordan on the back.

Just then, I got a phone call. It was from Dr. Wayne. I stepped away and into the office, where it was quiet, to take the call. All Thad heard me say to Dr. Wayne, was I would be right there.

“Problem with Dawson, Thad. I’ve got to go to the hospital to help.”
 
I loved this chapter. I can't wait to read about gay night at the bar and how Ty interacts with the crowd.

Thank You,
Brian
 
Trent has been misunderstood. He discovered true love with Thad, but X threatened to kill Thad if Trent didn't return to X's "stable" and do what he was told. As he had been X's before he thought doing what he'd done before was worth it for the sake of love. He still fears for Thad and thus will have a tough time cooperating with the authorities unless X is caught.

Just a thought ...
 
Trent's safe ..| and that's a relief

Now we wait for Jordan to understand his own feelings (Noah or Buzz? or both? :lol: ) and for Dawson to do the same ..|

Good work, keep on writing funtimes :biggrin:
 
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