Cousins All
by: Will B
(© 2007 by the Author)
Advisor: E Walk

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From Chapter 6: Pete and Joe have not had much fun in Las Vegas, and Pete has found Joe kissing Buddy Mason, a 19-year-old bell boi at the Hôtel Les Deux Chevaliers.

“No, Pete, young Buddy has just made me very happy!”

“I see. Well, maybe I should see if the hotel has a broom closet or somewhere I can sleep tonight, and young Buddy can continue to make you even happier!”

“No, you don’t see, you don’t see at all, Pete. Buddy has just given me some excellent advice. Please come up to the room and I will explain.  Please.  Please.”

Chapter 7

June 4, late at night, Joe and Pete’s room.

“All right, Joe. What is this all about? I saw you kissing that  . .  that  . . . boy! He’s young enough to be your son! How do you think that made me feel?  I guess you’re tired of me. Dammit! I think you’re getting ready to leave me!” Pete exploded.

“Pete, please listen. I love you. I love only you. I am NOT planning to leave you. Believe me, Pete, you are the only man I want in my life, but for the last few weeks you’ve been walking around like death warmed over, and I don’t know why. This trip was to be like a second honeymoon. With you in the mood you’re in, it has been anything but a honeymoon! What the hell is wrong?”

“Wrong? I don’t know what’s wrong, but a couple of times I’ve overheard you on the phone saying something about, ‘You’ll tell me at the right time.’ What were you going to do? Tell me when we get back to Baltimore that you were leaving me?”

“What? Is that’s what’s been bugging you?  Oh….oh … ha ha ha Ha Ha HA HA HA HAH HAH!” Joe began to laugh. “Oh, my poor love—no, my dear love—my own, my only, my dearest love. If I had known you heard the conversation, I would have told you right away! That phone call was from a lover—but not my lover. It was from young Steve. He and Jim want us to come to the lake the Saturday after we get home. He and Jim Smith are going to take each other as life partners and they want all the family and the Companions to be there. Steve asked if you and I would sing a special song for him and Jim.”

Pete’s expression changed from hurt and anger to happiness and then to sorrow. “Oh, what a damn fool I’ve been. I should have known . . . (he said sadly; then suddenly happy) Life partners? That’s wonderful!  Oh, Joe, can you forgive me? I am so sorry! Please! Please! (he pleaded humbly).”

Joe looked very stern for a minute and then broke into a smile, and said, ”Come here, Pete. Kiss me!  Of course, I’ll forgive you. Now listen my sweet. You’re here. I’m here. The bed is over there and there is a tube of lube just waiting to be used. Does that give you any ideas, any at all?”

Joe and Pete kissed . . . and kissed again . . . . and kissed again, their tongues tasting each other’s lips, each other’s teeth and gums, and then each other’s tongues.

Pete broke away. “Oh, Joe, there’s something I must ask. I have this ache and I meant to go to the dentist, but the ache is another place. Could you, would you, be my dentist, and use your man drill to plug my cavity?”

“You bet I will, my love.” There was more kissing and touching, and groping, and filling of cavities, both oral and anal, but “my love” were the last intelligible words spoken that night.

10:30 on the morning of June 5.

Pete and Joe were just waking up, lying in each other’s arms and thinking how much they loved each other and how happy they were.

“Want some breakfast, my love?” Pete asked.

“I do seem to be kind of empty this morning, and I’m sorry, Pete, but I think it’s all your fault. Was it three or four . . . oh, never mind! Yes, let’s call room service for breakfast,” Joe said with a happy grin on his face.

Pete called for breakfast and in 15 minutes, there was a knock on the door, but instead of the waiter, in came Mac and Buddy pushing a breakfast tray. They were dressed in royal blue Bermuda shorts, bright yellow shirts and flip-flops, and they were both radiantly happy.

“We just came to make sure everything is all right with you two,” Buddy said.

“Couldn’t be better—thanks to you,” said Joe and Pete, almost in unison.

“That’s great!” Buddy said, “And, thanks to you, Mac and I had a long talk last night, and we’ve made some decisions.”

“Would you like to join us for breakfast. I’m sure there’s plenty here,” said Pete.

“No, thanks, Pete,” said Mac. “We have some things to do, but listen, we are so happy that tonight we want to take you two to dinner, and we’ll tell you our news then.”

The two young men left the room, and Pete and Joe enjoyed their breakfast, and decided that perhaps they would go to the casino and try their luck.

Perhaps it was their euphoria, perhaps it was the fact that they weren’t going to lose more than $100.00 in a single day, but by the time 5:00 pm rolled around they were $4000.00 richer.

The evening of June 5.

They decided to go back to their room, shower and dress and meet Mac and Buddy for dinner.

They wore matching open neck white shirts, tan slacks, and brown slacks and loafers. It was the style known as ‘Vegas dress-casual.’ They met Mac and Buddy in the lobby, and their young guests took them to a club called ‘The Sausage and Buns.’ They didn’t think anything about the name until they saw the neon signs illustrating the “sausage” and the ‘buns.’

”Oh, my,” said Pete.

“Oh, my. My! MY!” said Joe.

The four men went in, were shown to a table and ordered dinner. The dinner was well cooked, well served, and tasted great. While they ate a large woman (I think it was a woman!) sang songs from movies and shows, and of course ended with ‘her’ rendition of “Over the Rainbow.”

Over coffee and pie, Pete asked, “Okay, you two. What do you have to tell us?”

Buddy started. “You know we took this job to save money for medical school because we hope to become doctors. We just have about enough saved, and we have decided that at the end of the week, we will give our notice, and make our way to the medical school we have chosen to attend.”

Joe asked, “What medical school is that?”

Mac replied,  “The Johns Hopkins Medical Center in Baltimore. They have a great program there, and we have been accepted!”

“Where will you live?” Pete wanted to know.

“Well, that is a little problem that we have to work on,” Buddy said.

Pete and Joe looked at each other and raised their eyebrows. Pete mouthed the words (so quietly Mac and Buddy couldn’t hear him), “Our basement?”

Joe mouthed back, “I think so.”

Joe said, “Look Mac and Buddy, plan to have breakfast with us tomorrow, we may have some plans to share with you.  No, you’ll just have to wait. You made us wait until this evening to hear your plans.”

Mac said, “We’ll be there. Thank you very much. Now about the rest of this evening, Buddy and I were wondering if you would like to go to the Golden Globes Contest? “

Joe said, “I don’t keep with these things, but aren’t the Golden Globe Awards given earlier in the year?”

Buddy laughed, “Yes they are, but this is the Golden Globes Contest. It’s kind of a beauty contest for men between the ages of 19 and 25, and it’s to see who has the most beautiful globes.”

“The guys are shown bare-butt from the back, and the curtain is only raised to show the small of their backs,” Mac continued. “Some contestants have pictures or phrases painted on their posteriors as they pose portraying their ‘golden globes.’  An ‘applause meter’ measures the loudness of the applause, and the winner is given the ‘Golden Globes’ trophy, and the runner-up gets a ‘Mr. Sweet Cheeks’ certificate. After that the remaining contestants turn around to display their other attractions, and the winner of that contest is given ‘The Golden Spike’ award.”

Joe and Pete were laughing pretty hard at the thought of all the pretty hard-ons, and the muscular gyrating ass cheeks, but Joe said, “This has been a wonderful evening but I think Pete and I are going to go back to our room and do a little ‘global exploration on our own.’”

The two couples said good night with hugs and kisses on the cheek, and they returned to their own quarters where they could lose themselves in a wonderland of love and passion and happiness.

The morning of June 6.

Pete and Joe had just taken a shower and gotten dressed when Mac and Buddy arrived with breakfast.

After they had eaten, Pete said, “Tell us again what your plans are.”

Mac started in, “We have enough money for the first year of medical school, and we have enough to get greyhound bus tickets to Baltimore.”

Buddy added, ”We just have to figure out where to live and how to live until we find jobs. I don’t think there are any hotels like this one in Baltimore.”

Joe said, “Now we have some suggestions to make. First of all, do you know that Pete and I live in Baltimore?”

“No, we didn’t,” both young men replied.

Pete chimed in, “Did you know that we live in a large house in a nice residential neighborhood, and furthermore, did you two know that we have a basement apartment that had been fixed up by the previous owners?”

“No, we didn’t know that either.”

Joe said, “That apartment has a large bedroom, a living room that could become a study, a toilet, shower and sink, and a small kitchen and dining area.”

(Silence from Mac and Buddy).

“What Joe and I are trying to say is this,” Pete said. “We would be happy if you two would happy to stay with us in our humble abode while you are finding your feet in Baltimore.”

Buddy and Mac had tears in their eyes. Buddy wiped his eyes and said, ”You two are the greatest! We would be happy to live in your apartment. Thank you so much.”

Mac added “We would want to pay rent.”

“Of course,” Joe said. ”We’ll work that out all in due course. Of course once we get all the fancy trimmings we want to put in, we . . .  we might move down there ourselves, and let you live upstairs.”

(Sounds of laughter).

“Just so you know you know, the heating unit and the laundry facilities are in the basement so Pete and I might have to come down once a week to do our laundry,” Joe said. “But not to worry, we sleep on the second floor, so I don’t think our sounds of lovemaking will bother you.”

Buddy and Mac both laughed. Mac said, “We’ve been known to let out a hoop and a holler or two. But it’s good to know we won’t disturb you.” And then Mac got serious and said, “Thank you again. This means a lot to us.”

“One more thing,” Pete said. “We did quite well at the casino yesterday, so instead of you taking the bus to Baltimore, we are going to pay for your airplane tickets so you can come back with us. Will you be ready to leave on Saturday?”

“Will we? We sure will, we don’t have anything but our clothes, a few books and our guitars.”

The young men left for their duties after agreeing to meet with Pete and Joe for dinner that night.

The evening of June 6.

The four met for dinner. It seemed as though Buddy and Mac were holding something in. Finally Pete asked, “Are you going to tell us what has you two looking like two volcanoes that are about to erupt?”

“Buddy and I,” said Mac ….

“Mac and I,” said Buddy . . .

“Well, don’t keep us in suspenders, as we say back in “Bawlmer’. Spit it out,” said Joe.

“It’s just that we both have bee granted full scholarships to medical school. Our grades were so good that the Dean of Admissions, who wrote the letter, said that he was extremely anxious to meet us as soon as we could get to Baltimore.”

“We have some news, too, so….,” Pete said, thinking to himself ‘I almost said sons. Why did I think that?’

“We had an extremely lucky day at he casino, and Joe and I are now richer by a grand total of  $15,000.00. We tried to get you two seats on our flight home, but there were none available, so . . . “ Pete stopped.

“What my partner is trying to say,” said Joe, “We are going to charter a private jet to fly the four of us back to Baltimore…., to home!”

There was nothing left to do, but for the four guys to engage in a group hug. They were so excited that they barely knew what they ordered for dinner, and they almost paid no attention at all to the singer, a tall slender man, who sang a medley of Judy Garland songs, “The Trolley Song,” and “Meet Me in St. Louis,” from the movie of that name, and “On the Atchison, Topeka, and the Santa Fe” from “The Harvey Girls.” Of course, he closed with “Over the Rainbow.”

As they finished, Mac and Buddy said, “Would you two like to visit the Or-Gay Room? It is wild. You shouldn’t leave Vegas without seeing it”

Pete and Joe weren’t sure, but they agreed to look in on it. After supper they went downstairs to the basement.

The Or-Gay Room was surrounded by a balcony with two flights of stairs leading down to where the action was. The room was lit by red and yellow electric candle bulbs that flickered. From the ceiling hung one of those slowly revolving balls that had hundreds of glass facets that reflected the flickering light onto the  bodies of the naked, writhing men down below. There was a low persistent drumbeat and the sensuous sound of a flute that curled around the drum beat like a snake.

Pete and Joe and Mac and Buddy found seats on the balcony to watch. From time to time men would arrive from the locker room and descend to the main floor where they would join the action.

In one area two men were engaged in groping each other’s bodies. In another four men were engaged in a four-way oral sex activity. In the center of the floor, three men were forming a ‘Lucky Pierre’ sandwich. Other men were licking, kissing, feeling, sucking, and fucking partners.

After about twenty minutes of watching Pete and Joe looked at each other and Pete said, “Enough?”

“I think so,” replied Joe. “Hey, you two, we’re going back to our room. Will we see you for breakfast?”

Mac and Buddy stood up and said, “Sure. Tomorrow is your last full day in Vegas. We want to help make it as enjoyable as we can,” Mac said.

Buddy said, “There was a time when we might have gone down to the pit, but so much has happened since we met the two of you, that that kind of action just doesn’t cut it for us. I think we’ll turn in too. See you in the morning.”

Pillow talk the night of June 6.

Pete said, “You know, Joe, I almost called those two young men ‘sons.’ Why did I feel that way?”

“I don’t know sweetheart, but I am beginning to feel the same way about them,” Joe said, “and there’s something else. If I hear “Over the Rainbow” one more time, I may lose my dinner!”

“Yeah,” agreed Pete, “ I agree, but you know, Joe, Dorothy Gale was right about one thing. There really is ‘No place like home.’’

“Ya got that right, my love. Now kiss me, and let’s try some of that action we saw in the ‘Or-Gay Room.’”

“Sure, lover. My butt or yours?”

Meanwhile Mac and Buddy had undressed  and were ready for bed.

“Mac, I love you. Come here and hold me,” Buddy said.

“I love you, too,” Mac replied.

As they held each other, Mac began to hum the tune that flute had played. Their kisses became more and more passionate and finally they sank to the floor with their heads in opposite directions, and sipped the zesty soda that each one provided for his lover’s enjoyment.

To be continued.

Feedback always welcome:     

Author’s comment: OK, I confess, I have added not one but two new characters. I hope my readers will come to live them as Pete and Joe are beginning to love them.

Abettor’s comments: What a sneaky way to get two sons.  I have to tell you that when I first read this chapter the first time  I shed tears.  I am beginning to think that our esteemed author is a softie.  It will be interesting to see what happens when the four guys get back to Baltimore and the cousins and the companions meet them.  Are there more commitments planned for the future?”

The very last word (for now): Everytime Ed sends a chapter back to me, once more I realize how grateful I am for his help. So, I’m a softie, am I. Well, yes, I am except when I’m  . .  (oh, never mind).

Posted: 02/08/08