So Cal Summer 69
by Flip McHooter
Chapter 16
After Jake and I were finished humping around on the shag rug on the treehouse floor, we climbed down and did fifty laps in the pool. A short time later, Lisa came out of the pool house with two very pleased and amused almost eleven-year-olds in tow. The smiles on their faces were priceless, and I wished once again that I had a camera to capture those looks. Lisa went back to her lounge chair and plopped on her big Yoko sunglasses, while the boys jumped in the water, swimming and jabbering away about whatever experience that they had just had. I'm pretty sure that the memory would last them a lifetime.
Jake and I climbed out of the pool and headed over to Lisa so we could finish up our discussion about what had happened earlier, downtown.
"Those guys won't be bothering us anymore, so why don't you guys tell me the rest of your story about seeing Ace?" Lisa asked.
"Sure. Where did we leave off?" Jake asked.
"You said Ace took you inside the X-Rated theater."
"Oh yeah. See, the thing is, Ryan and I weren't sure that we would get in, but Ace knew the owner guy, Mr. Jimmy, and he let us in. And he knew the man at the tattoo parlor, too."
"Don't forget, he also knew the weird looking dude at the candy counter," I added.
"You're right. And they all called Ace 'Mr. M'. Isn't that weird? After Ace had talked to Mr. Jimmy, he left and then Mr. Jimmy talked all funny like to us and basically said we could watch the movie, but then we had to beat it. He didn't want to see us hanging around again. So Ryan and I got in to see the movie playing in the auditorium, but it was kinda dull, you know, just regular fucking, and after a while, we left and went into the back room where they have these booths that you can watch other, different kinds of movies."
"What do you mean, different kinds of movies? Isn't it all just sex?" Lisa asked.
"Well, yeah, it is sex, but like weird sex stuff, like a girl pissin' on a guy, and groups of people all getting it on together," I said.
"But here's something else that's weird, too," Jake said. "Remember when I asked you if Uncle Gus had a red pickup on his farm? Well, the booth that we went into had two guys messing around in the back of an old red pickup, and it looked like it was filmed on Uncle Gus's farm. I'm sure I recognized it. The truck, the shed, and the field all looked familiar. Do you think Uncle Gus lets them film porno films up on his farm?"
"He might. Maybe he gets paid well for letting them use the property. I don't know. To me, that's not a big deal. I guess they have to film that stuff somewhere. And besides, he lives close to San Francisco, and they have lots of fairy's there."
"I don't like that word," I said. "Isn't there a better word?"
"Not really sweetie. There's homo, but that's just mean. I've heard guys called queer and gay before, but I always thought that one meant happy. And I don't get fag because those are cigarettes from England."
"Okay, well anyway, we watched these two guys doin' it in the back of the truck and then when we saw enough we left and went out in the hallway room –"
"What did the guys look like?" Lisa interrupted. "Were any of the guys in the movie ones we met on his farm last year?"
"No, I don't think so," Jake said. "One was a large blond hippie guy with a handlebar mustache, and the other guy had short black hair. His ass was real hairy, too. I never saw them before, well, not like I would have seen his hairy ass, but you know what I mean."
"Tell her what happened next," I said, taking a quick glance over at Jordy and Chris in the pool to make sure that they weren't listening to us. They were floating around on a big innertube whispering in some secret language and acting like they had just invented chocolate.
"So," he said, taking a deep breath, "like I said, we were getting out of the booth, and Ryan was in front of me. This shrimp guy was outside of our booth just standing there like he was waiting for us, and then he said something to us, and Ryan told him to go fuck off. Then he said he wanted to film us making out and add it to Mr. Jimmy's collection, so Ryan told him again to go fuck off. But he wouldn't leave us alone. He said that he would tell Ace, or as he called him, Mr. M, that we had been looking at the all-dude sex movies. That's when I lost it. I pushed past Ryan and shoved the creep up against the booth and told him to shut the fuck up and leave us alone. He finally did stop talking, and as he left he said something, but I didn't hear what it was."
"He said, 'Like father like son'," I told them.
"He said that? What the fuck does that mean? Why didn't you tell me, Ry? I would have kicked his motherfucking ass!"
"Slow down, buddy. I think he meant something else." After thinking for a second, I asked, "Does Ace have a temper? When your dad was fighting with your mom the other day, he seemed like he could get easily pissed off, but he didn't look to me like he'd hurt her. And when you pushed that guy into the porno booth you got really pissed. Maybe he was talking about that. Maybe he's seen your dad get really mad at somebody else before like you got mad at him."
"Maybe," Jake said quietly.
"Wow. What a story. You guys really did have a crazy day. Okay. So let's think about this," Lisa said leaning forward. "What was Ace doing down there, why do they all call him Mr. M instead of Ace, how does he seem to know everybody, and did you guys see a porno film that was possibly shot on Uncle Gus's farm?"
"Should we ask Lulu?" Jake asked.
"No way! For a couple of reasons. First, she'll know where you guys were, and both of you will get in trouble. Big, big trouble. Ryan, probably more than you, Jake. And then all of our parents would ask too many questions. Secondly, she might get defensive if we confront her. Let's just let this play out, and we'll see where it goes. It's probably just nothing. There is one thing that we can do though, and that's take a look at those pictures we took last year up at the farm and see if you guys recognize anything."
"Great idea, sis. I'll look for the box that has all that stuff."
Just then the front doorbell rang, so I got up and wrapped an old sun-bleached green and purple cotton pool towel around my waist and headed inside to see who it was. It was probably that nice old gray-haired lady with the malodorous perfume who comes by to see my mom every once in a while to give her some of those religious pamphlets and gossip about the neighbors. Funny, after they had a cup of coffee and a cookie or two, the lady was out the door and on her way to some other unsuspecting neighbors, my mom would chuck the pamphlets straight into the trash.
I opened the front door and was surprised to see Chris's older brother, Enzo. Guess he had a growth spurt because he had to be over six foot two by now.
"Oh, hey, Ryan. I didn't expect you. Wow! You got big. Um, anyhow, my mom sent me over here to get Chris. We're going out to dinner soon, and she wants me to bring him home," he said, looking me up and down, probably wondering why I answered the door wearing only a towel. But he seemed to be looking longingly at my bare chest and my nipples for some reason. Funny, I never thought of him that way.
"No problem. They're both getting tired from swimming, anyway. Hey, I hear you're gonna be in Coach Brian's special training group," I said, stepping back and letting him into the living room. "Me and my friend Jake are going to be the two sophomores in the group. Do you know who the other junior is going to be?"
"Yeah, he's my friend Kenji, but you don't know him. And just so you know, I'm telling you right now that we're going to be stiff competition for you guys."
"Okay, smart-ass, just because you're a year older you don't have to be a dick about it," I thought to myself but bit my tongue instead. Then I had an idea and thought I'd fuck with him a little bit.
"Stiff, huh? Okay. Thanks for the warning. I'm not too worried, though. C'mon back and meet my friends, and you can get your little brother. But be careful, or you might be the one getting stiff."
Looking at me strangely, he followed me through the house and out the kitchen door to the pool deck. Lisa and Jake were both sprawled out on chaise lounges, eyes closed and getting in some of the last rays of sunshine for the day before the sun went down behind the trees.
"Hey everybody," I shouted, "say hi to Enzo!"
"Hi to Enzo," Jake and Lisa both said non-committedly.
"Hello," he said quietly towards them and then turned to me coldly, "I forgot you guys were a bunch of freakin' nudists."
"Oh, don't be such a prude. You sound like my great-aunt Penelope. You still listen to Perry Como and Lawrence Welk?"
Walking away from him without waiting for an answer, I continued, "C'mon over and meet Jake and Lisa. They live next door, and Jake's the one I was telling you about who is going to be on the team."
"No, that's all right. We have to go." Turning towards the pool, he yelled, "Chris, get out of the water and get dressed. We need to go."
Both of the little men swam over and then marched up the pool steps to towel off. Jordy said goodbye to Chris but didn't bother talking to Enzo. Then he wandered over to sit by Lisa, who was staring intently at Enzo.
"Did you bring Kenji with you?" Chris asked his brother.
"No, he's got something else to do today. Shut up and get dressed. Let's go."
"All right. Hold your damn horses. I like Kenji. He's nicer than you are," Chris said, pulling on his shorts and t-shirt.
"So what's the story on this Kenji guy?" I asked, being nosy.
Enzo sniffed a bit like he was put out, then finally said, "He and I have been friends for a while, but he went to that private school high school at the bottom of the hill. His dad just died recently. I don't think that his mom can afford to send him there anymore and that's why he's going to our high school this year. He was on their swim and diving teams, and he's outstanding. I guess you'll meet him on Monday. Ready, shrimp?"
"I told you not to call me that. Why can't you be nicer, like Kenji? Even Jake and Lisa are nice to me, and I just met them today. No wonder you don't have any friends. You're a butthole!" Chris yelled and started heading into the house. "Bye, Jordy. Bye, Lisa. Bye, Jake."
I followed them both inside and through the house to the front door, trying not to laugh.
"Chris, you're welcome to come over anytime you want. Just give Jordan a call first, okay?"
"Thanks, Ryan, I had a blast today. See ya."
"You bet. See you guys," I said, and just to piss Enzo off, I added, "Say hi to Kenji for us and tell him we'll meet him on Monday, okay?"
"Sure, whatever."
Watching them go down the street and towards their house, I couldn't help but think what a jerk Enzo was and hoped that training with him wasn't going to be a problem, even if he was going to be on our special team. I had almost shut the front door when I spotted a dark green sedan parked across the street and down a couple of houses, with a guy in a suit and tie sitting in the passenger side smoking a cigarette. That seemed strange. It was still way too hot outside to be sitting in a car in a suit, and I wondered where the driver was. Maybe that was Coop's pot supplier, and the driver was making a delivery, even though he lived a lot further down the street. I noticed that the smoker was watching Enzo and Chris quite closely as they walked past him down the hill and around the corner to their house. I looked out the door one last time before I slammed it shut and saw Mrs. Jacobson across the street peeking out through her front curtains. Weird.
I locked the door and headed back outside to the pool, but before I could get there the phone rang in the kitchen. It was my mom saying that she was going to meet my dad and a couple of their friends for dinner, to introduce Lulu to the group. Next to shopping, my mom loved to play matchmaker. She told me to pass that on to Lisa and Jake so they wouldn't worry where she was. Then she suggested that we could get some cash out of the cookie jar and order a pizza from Pizza Man since they'd be home late.
I told her that their pizza was gross and that maybe I'd get Lisa to take us in the microbus down to Mike's for some burgers. She didn't have a problem with that but told me that we could only go there and back. Friday nights were a big night out in Pasadena because all of the kids liked to cruise up and down Colorado Boulevard in their cool cars and hang out at Bob's Big Boy. Apparently, that wasn't gonna fly with Mom, because Jordy was too young for all of that. I said okay, and then I told her to remind Dad that tomorrow we were going to work out in the garage and later on he promised to take Jake and me down to the track for some driving lessons.
I hung up and headed outside into the last of the hot sunshine. Jake was napping on the chaise lounge while Jordy was cuddled up on top of Lisa listening to her tell him a story about space invaders, very softly, and idly rubbing the back of his head.
I didn't want to interrupt them, so I dived quietly into the pool and swam another fifty fast laps. I'd be damned if that asshole Enzo thought he was going to be better than Jake and me. Finally, after about fifteen minutes or so and getting tired out from a really, really long day, I climbed out of the pool and toweled off.
"Hey you guys, are you getting hungry? Mom said I could raid the cookie jar for some dough and if Lisa drives us, we can go get some burgers down at Mike's and maybe later check out the head shop down the block. Does that sound groovy? If not, we can always order Pizza Man again."
"Oh, man," Jake said, stretching his tan limbs and looking over at me. "I don't want to get dressed. I vote for Pizza."
"I want a cheeseburger and a shake," said Jordy, getting up off of Lisa's lap.
"Lisa?"
"Yeah, I'll drive. I'm not a big fan of Pizza Man. Sometimes I wonder what he actually delivers."
"All right. C'mon guys, let's all take quick showers in the pool house and then we can go grab some grub. Jake, it's cool, right? I asked.
"Yeah, all right. But it would be faster if they took their showers in the house and we took ours out in the pool house," he said turning to Lisa. "We'll meet you out front in half an hour, okay?"
"Like Jordy says, shebang, little brother, shebang!" she said.
The four of us trooped out the front door twenty-five minutes later, still tired from our long day, but re-energized from our showers and now ravenous. I looked down the street while we were crossing the lawn to climb into the microbus parked in Jake's driveway, and saw that the street was empty of cars. I guess the driver of that sedan had come back and the guys had left. I'd have to ask Cooper about that next time I saw him.
Jake and I jumped in the back seat. "Hey, Jordy," I said, as he got in the front seat riding shotgun once more, "Did you feed Sloan her Chuck Wagon?"
"Yeah, and I filled her water bowl, too."
"Good job, little man. Maybe you should ask Dad for a raise in your allowance. You seem to be doing all your chores without Mom nagging you all the time."
"You think I should?"
"Yeah, why not. It can't hurt. But you have to sell dad on it by telling him how good you're doing," I said.
"Okay, I will. Will you back me up?" Jordy asked.
"No, this is something you have to do all on your own. You're a big boy now."
"Okay. I think I can do that," he said.
Lisa started backing out of the driveway, while Jordy turned on the radio looking for a good song to listen to. He stopped dialing when he heard Aquarius by the Fifth Dimension. Lisa fumbled around with the pedals and then finally got it in gear, reversed down the driveway and out onto the street. But then she kept backing farther and farther out into the street. I started to get concerned when she didn't seem to be stopping. What the heck is she doing, I wondered? From back here it looked like she was fooling around with the pedals again.
"Fuck, something's wrong. I can't stop!"
"Try the parking brake," Jake shouted.
We were only going maybe ten miles-an-hour or so, and luckily up here at the top of the street it was level and had a big, flat turn-around, but even so, we didn't have much more room behind us. Lisa really couldn't crash into much, except maybe Mrs. Jacobson's roses, which were coming up fast behind us.
"That doesn't work either."
"Put the transmission in first gear!" I yelled, remembering something my dad had said once when we were testing the Austin-Healy, and it wasn't working right. But that wouldn't have helped us out anyhow, because just as soon as I got that out of my mouth there was a loud crash as the rear-end of the bus hit a trash can, and the back wheels rolled up and over the curb with a dull thunk sound as we bounced up and down in our seats a couple of times. We finally came to rest on the Jacobson's front lawn, inches from her prized flower garden, the bus sputtering to a stop.
Everything was quiet for a minute, save for the trash can rolling back and forth on its side in the middle of the street.
"Is everybody all right?" Lisa asked, turning around and looking at all of us, her face ashen.
"Yeah, I think we're okay. Jordy?"
"Yeah. That was scary, but fun too. What happened?"
"Jake, you okay?" I asked. He seemed kind of dazed.
"I think so. Let's get out and see what happened to the bus," Jake said.
We climbed out of the bus just about the same time Mr. and Mrs. Jacobson came running out of their house and onto the front yard.
"Oh my dears, are you hurt?" Mrs. Jacobson asked, putting her arm around Jordy, looking for blood and broken limbs and loose guts tumbling out of his belly. Not seeing any injury's, she moved on to me and said, "You kids gave us such a fright."
"We're all okay Mrs. Jacobson. I think something on the microbus must have broken," I said.
"Well, there's your problem," Mr. Jacobson said, pointing to a line of black oily stuff that started from a big shiny puddle in Jake and Lisa's driveway, crossed the street, ran up the curb and was still dripping from underneath the bus on the lawn. "I bet you got yourself a busted brake line. I must say, kids, that you're mighty lucky that didn't happen when you were going down the hill."
"Oh, man, you're right. That's a scary thought," Jake said.
"Harold, are my roses all right?"
"Yes, honey. No damage, other than to the lawn, which will grow back just fine, I'm sure," he told his wife as he looked around the front yard. "I don't think we've had the chance to meet our new neighbors. I'm Harold Jacobson, and this is my wife Daisy. You're the folks that moved into the Bailey house, ain't 'cha?"
"Yes, sir. I'm Jake, and this is my sister Lisa," he said, reaching out and shaking the old man's hand.
"I'm so sorry for running up on your lawn like this. I can't imagine how this could have happened. Our mom always takes such good care of this thing. It looks funky with the paint and flowers and stuff, but she loves this bus. She just had it serviced down at Valley Volkswagen last week," Lisa said.
"I'm sure she does take good care of it, sweetie, so don't go blaming yourself. This was just an accident, and we should all be thankful that nobody got hurt," Mrs. Jacobson said, patting Lisa's hand.
"I guess, but look what happened to your lawn. I feel terrible. And how are we going to get it off your yard and back across the street?" Lisa asked.
"Ain't no problem, missy. Us guy's will just push it on back to your house. You can steer, and once we get it over there, we'll put some bricks under the tires so she won't run away. How 'bout it fellas? Feeling strong? I see little Jordy here is looking pretty big and tough these days. You been working out, sport?"
"I've been swimming a whole lot, and now I've got muscles in my arms! We can move it, can't we Ry?" Jordy asked with a big grin on his face.
"Yeah, little man. Go over and get four of Dad's bricks from behind the garage and bring them out to Jake and Lisa's driveway. Just look out for snakes first, remember?"
"Yeah, I know. I'll be careful. Wait for me, I'll be right back."
Jake and Lisa walked with Mr. Jacobson to the curb and were righting the tipped-over trash can so they could start putting all of the spilled garbage back inside. So I turned around to talk with Mrs. Jacobson for a second.
"Hey, Mrs. Jacobson? Earlier this afternoon Jordy's friend Chris left our house with his brother Enzo. I think you know them. They live around the corner, the Ferrari's? Anyway, as I was closing the door, I saw a guy sitting in a green car having a smoke. You didn't happen to notice him, did you?"
"Funny you should mention that. You know that I like to keep an eye out on the neighborhood, gives me something to do. I like to think I'm the neighborhood patrol even though I don't get out much anymore. Remember when you fell off your skateboard a few years ago when your folks weren't home? I was glad I saw you and could run out and bandage you up. I just like to make sure everything's safe, you know what I mean? So anyway, this afternoon I was knitting by the window when I saw a dark-green Ford sedan go by real slow, and it made me curious because we don't get too many cars way up here at this end of the street. I watched it for a minute while it turned around and drove slowly back down the street. Two men were in that car, and I thought they might be police detectives because they were wearing suits and ties, you know, maybe checking up on those poor kids' momma. I heard all that ruckus going on the other day."
"I'm sure you did. So anyhow, did you see what the guys in the suits were doing?" I said, trying to get her back on track.
"No, I didn't. Like I said, I watched as the car turned around up here and then drove back down the street. But then Harold called for me because he couldn't find his darn reading glasses, so I went back into the den to help him find them. Those glasses were on his big fat head the whole time, doncha' know? Anyway, when I came back a few minutes later to take a peek and see what's going on, all I saw was those Ferrari boys leaving your place. Why do you ask? What did you see? Is there anything that I should know about?"
"Like I said, the car was parked over there down a couple of houses, but from this side of the street, you can't really see where it was parked because of the way the road curves down the hill. What I saw was just one guy sitting by himself in the passenger side smoking a cigarette. I thought it was strange because he was alone, in a suit, and it was still boiling hot outside."
"Well, I'm sure it was nothing. Maybe they were looking for draft dodgers or weed sellers or sex fiends or baby snatchers or something like that. It's good the police are around because you just can't be too careful these days. All this turmoil that you see on the nightly news with those college kids demonstrating and burning cop cars, and those communists lurking all around. Oh my, you just never know. And what do you think about those long-haired guys that wear those orange dresses and sing and dance around down on the boulevard and at the airport? Like I said, you just can't be too careful these days. Too many fruits running around if you ask me."
I had to shut her up before she got going into something that would piss me off. "Well, if you see anything funny around here, please let my folks know, okay? I'm sure they feel the same way that you do about the fall of our country. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go help the guys push that bus off your grass." I wanted to ask her if she wanted to take my place in case I got drafted, but thought better of it. Then I had a thought and wondered about their son who used to babysit me when I was rugrat. I'd have to ask my mom what happened to him.
Jordy piled the bricks in Jake and Lisa's driveway, then headed back across the street. I wandered over to Mr. Jacobson and asked him how we should do this, but he was already giving directions.
"Missy, you just jump right back up in that their saddle and put this old gal into neutral. Steer her on towards your driveway and us men here will give her a big old shove. You'll be back home in a jiffy."
"Where should I be, Mr. Jacobson?" Jordy asked excitedly.
"Why don't you get back here in the middle with me and let these here big boys get on the corners so they can really put their shoulders into it. Save my back from getting' out a whack. You boys all ready?"
"Yes, sir!" Jake said.
Once Lisa was back in the saddle, so to speak, the four of us guys dug our feet into the soft grass and pushed the bus off our neighbor's lawn. Either we were stronger than I thought, or the bus was really light. I believe it was probably the latter because it seemed more like we were pushing a giant refrigerator lying on top of my skateboard than a VW bus. We got back to Jake's faster than when we had left. And poor Jordy almost did a face plant on the street because once we got it moving it practically flew across the road all by itself.
We got the bricks under the backs of the tires so the microbus was secure and wouldn't roll away. I thanked Mr. Jacobson for his help and promised that Jake, Jordy and I would be over first thing in the morning with some of my dad's compost to fill in the tracks on his lawn. We all said goodbye, Lisa telling him again how very sorry she was. Then we headed back into my house. Looked like it was going to be Pizza Man after all.
We ended back where we started just a few minutes ago, standing in our living room, sort of dazed and confused. Everybody seemed to be kinda lost, so I decided to get things rolling since my stomach was growling again.
"What's it going to be? A couple of pizzas from Pizza Man or you want me to make us some grilled cheese sandwiches?"
"Pizza," everybody said unenthusiastically.
"All right, let's do this. I'll go order a couple of pepperoni and black olive pizzas. Jordy, you go upstairs and get your jammies on and then we all can watch a monster movie or something. Jake, go find us some sweats out in the laundry room. I think my mom did some laundry this morning and she left them in there."
"I don't want to put on my jammies this early," the little guy whined.
"Tell you what. Go put on your jammies, and I'll let you have a sip of Dad's beer that Jake and I are going to sneak out of the fridge. Is that okay?"
"Oh, all right. But I don't think that sounds fair."
"C'mon little man. I'll go upstairs with you. I think I left my bathrobe over here anyway and I want to take off these clothes and get comfy. It'll be fun just to hang out and eat pizza and watch TV like a grown-up. You can sit with me. You'll see."
"Okay," he finally agreed, smiling a little bit.
Even though the microbus broke on us, this was still fun and relaxing. We didn't get to hang out at home in the evening very often without the parents around.
"What time's the pizza dude gonna be here?" Jake asked, coming out from the back of the house with our sweats.
"Few more minutes," I said, looking at the big grandfather clock by the door.
"Cool. I'm getting hungry. Hey, weren't you going to get us some beers?"
"Yeah, he only had one left in the fridge. I need to run out to the old fridge in the garage and get us some more. Lisa," I yelled, "you want a beer?
"Yeah, just one. I'm gonna let Jordy have a sip or two of mine," she said, walking into the kitchen.
"Here. I've got six ones for the pizzas and a tip. That should be way more than enough. Can you pay him if he shows up while we're outside? Don't give it all to him unless you think he's cute and you want his number."
"Sure, you ass, like I'm gonna pick up the pizza dude. Just don't get too hot out there, if you know what I mean."
"Oh. Yeah. Roger that," Jake said.
"I don't know what you mean," Jordy asked Lisa.
Thinking fast, she said, "It's so hot out there in the garage. I don't want them to get all sweaty and smelly."
"What's the difference? They always smell anyhow."
Jake and I headed out to the garage. It was hot out here, that's for sure, but we didn't care. While we didn't have much time to do more than kiss, I was happy with that. I pushed Jake back onto the hood of the covered up Austin-Healey and stuck my tongue down his throat, grinding my boner into his. He reciprocated by pulling me tight on top of him and challenged me to a tongue duel. After a bit, I had to call for a truce, because my dick was hurting inside my sweats from being so hard and being bent down the wrong way.
"Man, your lips are so sweet. I could do that all day with you," Jake told me after we stopped.
"Like you say, Roger that."
"What's this hard stick thingy doing in your sweatpants?" Jake asked, grabbing hold and squeezing my boner. "I don't remember that being in there when I got them out of the laundry."
"I don't know. It sort of popped out from nowhere when we started kissing. What should I do with it?"
"Well, I could think of quite a few things we could do with it, but I'm hungry and need to replenish my strength first before we do any of them. Let's save it for later tonight when we can take our time and really make out right. As much of a turn on as it was to see those two guys buttfucking in that movie, I really liked the way you woke me up this morning. Sorry I didn't tell you that sooner. I was kind of a crank this morning, and then today has been really weird."
"Yeah, it has," I said. Then, after a minute, I asked him quietly, "I thought it was cool to see those guys buttfucking, but do you think you really want to do that?"
"You know, with everything that has happened today, my mind keeps circling back to seeing those two guys doing that. I thought it was really hot, really, really hot. But it wasn't sexy, you know what I mean? I like what we do because it is sexy and hot, and I want to keep doing that with you. I like making you feel good, and I like the way you make me feel. You make me feel so good, and I've never felt like this before and I don't want to mess it up. And to tell you the truth, that guy with the hairy ass? The way that other guy rammed it in his butt looked like it must have hurt like hell. I don't want you to hurt me, and I don't want to hurt you. I want it to always be fun and sexy and feel good all the time, for both of us. Always."
"I agree," I said, pulling him to me in a tight hug and whispering into his ear. "I've been thinking the exact same things. But, to be honest, to have you inside of me like that sends shivers down my back. Maybe when we're ready, we can ask Lisa if there is an easier way to do it or a way that it doesn't hurt. I can't believe I'm saying this but, I'd like to have you fuck me, and I'd like to fuck you."
"Roger that, buttfucking Bucky! Let's grab those beers and get out of here. It's getting way too hot out here."
We grabbed a bunch of bottled beers out of the fridge and headed back into the house. It was definitely hot in more ways than one out there, that's for sure. Walking into the kitchen, I could smell the hot pizza; it must have just arrived. Jordan gave us both a funny look and surprised me when he said, "Why do both you guys have boners, and your faces are so red?
Jake, Lisa and I all started laughing.
"Well, little man, it's really, really hot out in the garage, that's why we're red. And remember when you and I had that talk a few months ago about boners? And I told you how that once when you were a teenager that you would pop a boner all the time, even when you are in weird places? Well, it just happens that Jake and I popped a boner at the same time."
"Okay, I'm sorry. I must have forgotten."
"It's not polite to say something about a guy's boner when you see him with one, Jordy," Lisa said. "The guys don't say anything to you when they see you with one."
"Okay, no biggy. I was just wondering. I'm really sorry," he said, not sounding like he was.
Lisa passed Jake and me a couple of slices while I cracked open the three beers I had brought in. I slid one to Jake and one to Lisa across the kitchen island. "Jordy, I'm not so sure I should let you have a sip now that you embarrassed Jake and me so badly."
"Geez. I said I was sorry. Why can't I have a sip?"
"I think a better apology is in order, first," Jake said, smiling. "I'm still very, very, very embarrassed."
"I agree. I think since Jordy is hanging out with us like he's a teenager and all, even though he's going to be almost eleven, he needs to do a penance," I said.
"Uh-oh. What's that?" Jordy asked with a mouthful of pepperoni pizza.
"It's where you have to do something to prove that you are sincerely sorry for your actions," Lisa said.
"What should we make him do?" asked Jake mischievously.
"Lisa, any suggestions?" I asked.
"Well ordinarily, I wouldn't suggest this, but since this is such a grievous and embarrassing situation for you two, I think he should walk over, tell your boners how sorry he is and then kiss them."
"Plegghew!" was the noise Jordy made as he spit out his pizza across the table. "That's gross. I am not going to kiss their dicks. No way! That's horse shit! It was bad enough that I had to touch his boner when we were playing Judge."
"Well, you felt my cho-cho, and that wasn't gross, was it?"
"Ooooooh, Jordy felt her cho-cho, Jordy felt her cho-cho," Jake said in a sing-song voice.
Now it was the little man's turn to be embarrassed, and he really turned bright red. "See how it is when the shoe is on the other hand? Tell you what. You can have a couple of sips of beer, but first you have to walk up to Jake, kiss the outside of his sweats where his boner is and then tell it you're sorry," Lisa said.
"Only on the outside? You won't pull your pants down at the last minute?"
"No, he won't. And then we'll treat you like an adult, but then you have to treat us like adults. No little kid B.S. Fair?" I asked.
"I suppose," the little man stammered. "But just so you all know, I'd rather kiss Lisa's cho-cho than Jake's boner."
"Well, you made it so mad, it's not even a boner anymore," Jake said, smiling and shoving a piece of pizza in his mouth.
"All right. I'll do it. But you can't tell anyone about this, okay?"
"Sure, little man. Just go apologize to Jake's dick."
Jordy got off the kitchen stool and slowly walked over to Jake. Looking down at Jake's crotch he said sincerely, "I'm sorry Jake's dick. I didn't mean to embarrass you, little fella."
"Hey! He's not little!"
Then Jordy did something so crazy that it made us all crack up and almost pee our pants. He grabbed hold of the elastic waistband of Jake's sweatpants, pulled them down to his knees in one fast move, and then moved in and gave Jake a giant, sloppy, loud raspberry, right below his belly-button.
"I'm so, so sorry that I embarrassed you, you little dicky!"
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