lunch, Auntie had me take her to a local electronics store where she
purchased a GPS for the car. After lunch and my being quizzed about the
upstairs, I programmed it to take me to the office of the Dean of Student
Life at the university.
I was in his office at 2:00 for our meeting which went well. Since I would
be essentially 'living at home', the requirements for resident freshman
simply did not apply to me. I was classified as a day student and that was
that. After that was settled, we chatted. He had known Auntie since he was a
student himself and told me a few great stories about her.
Unfortunately, things did not go as well with Coach Anderson, the head
aquatics coach, and Dr. Haynes, head of the athletic department. They were
seemingly unbending in their demand that I live in the athletes' dorm and
eat at the athletes' table. I was becoming very, very depressed as I had
very little I could do in face of their demands and could not convince them
that I simply could not afford college. I finally said, “Coach, Dr. Haynes,
the only options I have are to borrow a lot of money or to wait until next
year to start here. I’m not going to borrow money and end up with a huge
college debt when I can afford a community college near home. Seems you
can’t compromise on this, so I’ll enroll there this year and will be on
track when I come back.”
Before either could answer, the phone rang. Dr. Haynes picked it up and
after he identified himself, he just listened. After a while, he said,
“Thank you,” and hung up the phone. He then dialed a number and spoke into
the phone, “Mr. Gibson, Dr. Haynes. Could you come to my office?” He hung up
the phone and asked, “Mr. Wilson, do you have your gear with you?”
There was a knock on the door and Mr. Haynes said, “Come in. Ah, good, Mr.
Gibson, Mr. Wilson. Mr. Gibson is a senior and on the dive team. Gibson,
take Mr. Wilson by to pick up a pair of Speedos and observe his diving.
Anyone else around?”
“Smith is here.”
“Grab him and score Mr. Wilson's dives. You have him for forty-five
minutes.” I wondered what was going on.
“Will do, Coach,” the diver said. When we left the office, he said, “Name's
Brody,” extending his hand.
“Derek,” I responded. “Do you know what's going on here?”
“Haven't the foggiest.”
He then asked why I was here and I told him. “I wouldn't be too optimistic,”
he said when I was finished. “Coach and Dr. Haynes are both pretty stubborn.
Well, here we are. Roger,” he said, speaking to the young guy in the supply
cage, “Derek needs a pair of Speedos.” He looked at me and said, “Know your
size?” Small? Medium?
“Well, my waist calls for a small, but the rest of me needs a medium,
otherwise, I'm not decent.”
He looked at me, his eyes dropping to my groin. “I understand,” he grinned.
“A pair of medium Speedos,” he said.
When I had changed into the Speedos, he said, “Nice. Well, let's see you
When we got to the pool, there was another fellow there, too thin to be a
swimmer, I thought. In fact, he looked as if he needed a new diet and
fitness program. “Robert Smith, Derek Wilson. Robert is a nationally
recognized dive judge. We are lucky to have him around. Well, Derek, show us
I hadn't expected to be diving and I'm not sure how well I was doing, but
about half an hour after I started, Brody got my attention and called to
tell me I needed to get dressed. I guess the ax was about to drop.
hadn't noticed him before, but Coach Anderson had joined Brody and Robert
and the three were comparing notes when I walked past, headed for the
showers. When I had showered and dressed, Brody was waiting to take me back
to the athletic department office. When I walked in, Dr. Haynes and Coach
Anderson were waiting.
I'll get right to the point. Coach Anderson says Roger and Brody confirmed
what he had seen in Alexandria. Coach Anderson observed your last two dives
today and all three think you are exactly what our dive team needs. The
phone call was from the Alexander Personal Fitness Center staff, a
conference call. Ms. Bianchi was on the women's dive team here so we know
her well. Frankly, you and your friends have put us in a bit of a bind. To
be completely honest, Mr. Hunsinger reminded us that your scholarship didn't
cover room and board and our forcing you to sleep and eat here didn't seem
quite kosher, especially when he pointed out you had been told the athletes'
dorm was full. He, Mr. Malik and Ms. Bianchi all convinced us we didn't have
to worry about your training, diet and so forth. The long and short of it
is, we need you and you really don't need our dorm or dining hall. They also
said you had no problem in being a part of a team and reminded us that the
APFC team didn't live and eat together and it was obvious to anyone who sees
it that it is a real team.”
Anderson is beating about the bush, Mr. Wilson. What he means to say
is, you are free to live and eat where you damn well please so long as you
watch your diet and maintain your training schedule. Agreed?” Dr. Haynes
We'll expect you here the fifteenth of August to begin training. What will
you be doing this summer?”
be attending a two-week aquatics camp at AFPC and then I’ll be on the staff
there for the middle-school swimming camp for two weeks. Other than that, my
best friend and I are planning on doing some traveling and camping in New
England for a couple of weeks. That about takes care of the summer.”
have a good one,” Dr. Haynes said and shook my hand. Coach Anderson shook my
hand as he nodded in agreement.
you in August,” Dr. Haynes said and left.
was delighted with the news and said, “So I get to keep my IOUs from Old
Commonwealth. Good. Always good to have.”
when we finished breakfast, Auntie insisted we go downtown to shop. We went
to a mall where she purchased a cell phone for me, then to a men's clothing
store—where I was thunderstruck at the prices. “Auntie, there is no need to
pay these prices,” I said.
I haven't had a young man to dress in years. Don't try to deny an old lady
her fun.” After she purchased real dress-up clothes for me—all very classic
in design—she said, “Now let's get some school clothes. Only requirement is
I don't see your ass crack or underwear and I get to choose the underwear,”
spending a bundle at three upscale clothing stores specializing in younger
men, we went to another shop—small and very nice—and she purchased
underwear. When she asked, I told her I wore and loved trunks* most of the
time, otherwise briefs. “Since I spend a lot of time in Speedos, I can't
tolerate boxers or boxer briefs.”
bought dozen pairs of trunks in various colors and designs and a dozen of
equally varied pouch briefs, then said, “OK, my choice,” giggled, and
selected half a dozen very brief briefs, some see-thru. I drew the line at
thongs. “Auntie, if you don't mind, I'd just as soon not have something in
the crack of my ass!” She also purchased socks, Ts, wife beaters and muscle
shirts. I'm sure she spent as much as two months of Mom's salary on just
underwear! With all the purchases, the backseat of the car was full and the
real dress-up wear would be shipped when it had been properly altered.
lunch and when we got back to the house, she insisted I get on the road.
“You have at least a three-and-a-half to four-hour drive and I don't want
you getting sleepy while driving.”
our goodbyes and I was on my way at 2:30.
got home, I could hardly wait to tell Brad and Sam about my trip. It was
almost 6:30 when I arrived. After I had unloaded the car they still hadn’t
arrived home and I was left on pins and needles worrying. When they walked
in, Sam said, “So who's here in the red convertible?”
goodness you're here. I was worried about you,” I said as I hugged them.
“The car? It's kinda mine. Now that you are here, come upstairs with me.”
way up, Brad said they were late because a kid had run past the receptionist
at the Center and attacked another kid. “Took awhile to get that sorted out.
They were fighting over a girl who walked out of the Center snuggled up
against another guy. When will guys ever learn?”
got to my room, I showed them my wardrobe and they were as impressed as I
was. “Damn, you let him out of your sight and his gay comes out and he
returns a fashion plate,” Sam laughed. “I've heard of sugar daddies, but you
have a sugar mama.”
back downstairs and while Sam started supper, Brad and I seated ourselves at
the kitchen table so both could hear my report from Norfolk. Auntie had also
bought me a very nice point-and-shoot camera and Brad put the memory card in
the projector so I could show them the house, my rooms and all.
I can't think of anyone more deserving. I'm glad you have a job, and taking
care of Auntie is a job even if she is pretty independent, but you are a
responsible young man, so it's a win-win situation,” Sam said.
another big aquatics meet in mid-May and, again, Jeremy and I did very well.
The trophy cabinet at the Center was no longer empty. Two weeks later, we
graduated. I was second in my class. Sam and Brad were a bit upset because
the school awarded honor points, but did not count them for class standing.
The person first in my class had not taken a single honors or AP class and I
had taken one or the other for everything where it was a possibility. It
didn't matter to me. I had my scholarships and was better prepared for the
next step in my life and that was what was important, but it did matter to
Mom and my dads who were very proud of me and wanted everyone to know it.
Monroe's semester ended the week before graduation and DeAngelo was back
home. He was full-time at the Center, a personal trainer intern for the
summer. He had taken courses aimed at becoming a physical therapist and
personal trainer and needed practical experience. The Center had grown to
the point where they needed another trainer and Brad was delighted to have
him working under his supervision.
Jeremy and I had spent hours planning a camping trip through
New England for the first two weeks after school was out. When we thought we
had planned well and we
sat down with his dad and mine to present it,
all three took one look and started laughing wildly. When Jeremy’s dad
finally got control, he said, “I thought this was to be a two week trip, not
two months. You would have to be moving 24/7 to get little more than half of
this done in two weeks. What were you going to see? Were you planning on
stopping and seeing anything or just driving? You have fourteen days. You're
going to be sleeping at least seven hours a day or you are going to enter a
danger zone driving.
“Let's break down your time and you can recalculate your
route based on that,” Sam said. “Fourteen days times twenty-four hours means
you have three hundred thirty-six hours. Seven hours sleep a day and, since
you are camping and preparing at least two of your meals, you'll spend say
five hours a day setting up camp and preparing meals. So you have a hundred
sixty-eight hours sleeping, setting up camp and eating which leaves you one
hundred sixty-eight hours for driving and seeing things. Split that as you
will, but I'd suggest a third driving and two thirds looking. After all,
looking is why you travel, right? You can drive four or five hours a day and
have seven or eight to look, rest, whatever. How does that sound?”
Jeremy and I were both laughing because we had figured on
driving eight hours a day. “We'll lick our calf over,” I said.
“Lick our calf over?” Jeremy looked at me as if I had lost my
“Yeah, you know, when a calf is born,
mother licks it to clean it up. If she doesn't do a good job, she has to
lick it over.”
“Oh, I guess I get it.” Damn!
was living on a farm now, but you'd never know it.
“You know, Jeremy, we were talking about how pretty New
England was when we started planning this trip. It's barely spring there and
I know we were thinking about fall. It's still cold there.”
We both got a good laugh about poor thinking, and Jeremy
asked why we didn't head south instead. “We were thinking about mountains
when we live in a valley. How about the seashore?”
“Smart boy,” I said and we started planning again. We finally
ended up with both, seashore and mountains.
We'd spend our first two nights with Auntie. I wanted to show
Jeremy around and visit with Auntie.
Auntie put us in the guest room saying the upstairs still was
not habitable and suggested we not even bother going up. She suggested that
in a way which seemed to be more command than suggestion, so we didn’t.
While Jeremy was finishing his shower the morning we were
leaving, Auntie asked if Jeremy was my boyfriend. When I told her he wasn't,
she said, “Pity.”
“Auntie, you don't know how much I wish he was, but Jeremy is
so straight he makes an arrow look like a corkscrew. I really love the guy
and he knows it and we both know it will not be returned. We are just very,
very good friends.”
We spent the next seven days camping down the coast of North
Carolina and South Carolina, finally ending up in Savannah, Georgia. The
nature of the coast and availability of camp sites meant we never drove more
than three or four hours. We spent a day in Charleston on our way to
Savannah and we spent a day there also.
We decided we could do a long haul and headed for the
mountains after we left Savannah. Again, we took a day sightseeing in
Asheville, North Carolina and then got on the Blue Ridge Parkway and headed
northeast. Night thirteen of our fourteen night trip we spent in Stone
Mountain State Park in North Carolina. We called our dads and got permission
to stay on the road one more day so we could divide the rest of the trip,
arriving back at Grace House two weeks and a day from the time we left.
Back at Grace House, I unloaded my things and left them in
the foyer and went back outside to say goodbye to Jeremy. It really was
goodbye until Christmas as he was leaving on an early morning flight out of
the local airport, headed for West Point. He was to report in before 0600
the following day, so he needed to get there the evening before. “Knowing my
luck, there'll be a canceled flight or delay and I'll be late, so I'm
leaving in the morning.” After we had my stuff unloaded and he was ready to
go, he embraced me and said, “Love you, Brother.”
“Love you too, Brother,” and he was gone.
Before we’d left on our trip, several people had warned that
such a trip would be wearing on the nerves and that it would at least strain
our friendship. Nothing could have been further from the truth. We had spent
two weeks sharing not only food, a Jeep and a tent, but also our hopes, our
dreams, our worries and our fears.
About mid-way, there was a full moon which was so bright, we
decided we'd go for a walk on the beach since we had had a long drive that
day and were worn out. As we walked, for the first time since I had told
Jeremy I was gay, we talked about that. “You know,” I said, “when you told
me you were straight and could never love me the way I loved you, I knew it
was true. I also knew that there was nothing I could do to turn you gay any
more than you could turn me straight. I knew that and my rational mind
accepted it, but human beings are not just rational. While my rational mind
accepted reality, my emotional and sexual mind did not. I realize that,
finally, my emotional side is beginning to accept that we have a damn
valuable friendship and that is enough. Now if I could just get my sexual
mind to stop lusting for your hot body!” We laughed, but when we got back to
the tent and lay down, I realized that, yes, I would always love Jeremy, but
longer commanded all my thoughts and dreams.
I had a day to get back in the groove before I started
swimming camp. Jeremy and I hadn't been good at all about diet and exercise,
but with the exception of a very few days, we had run and/or swum.
Nonetheless, I needed to get back in training.
With aquatics camp started, I needn't have worried about not getting back in
training. It was that or die!
I did as much coaching at aquatics camp as I did being
and I soon discovered that the
best way to learn was to teach. Not only had I learned a lot about swimming
and diving during the two weeks, but I had my first real experience with
someone trying to seduce me—well, I didn't resist too much at first.
Jacob Crawley was a rising senior from Woodbridge. He was a
typical jock type—handsome, well-built, arrogant, conceited, demanding:
as I said, a typical jock. While he flirted with the girls, he definitely
spent a lot of time checking out the guys. In the pool, locker room and
showers, he played a lot of grab ass and copped a feel any
chance he got. One afternoon Mr. Malik had really been on his case for not
paying attention or following instructions. He was swimming like a beginner,
not a swim team member. When the last group was sent to the showers before
returning to the dorms—the Center rented dorm space at Mary Baldwin College
to house campers—Mr. Malik called him and said, “Jacob, you can just stay in
the pool. Derek, would you coach Jacob as he swims twenty laps, laps that
meet your approval, of butterfly,
breast stroke, freestyle and backstroke. Goof off, Jacob, as you have been
doing all afternoon, and you'll be here until midnight.” Jacob started to
arguing until Mr. Malik said, “It's that or Woodbridge here you come. People
paid good money for aquatics camp and they will get their money's worth and
if that means you head to Woodbridge, you'll head to Woodbridge.”
Jacob started swimming and when he returned to the starting
point, I simply said, “Jacob, not acceptable. You know how to swim better
than that and you’d better do it. Mr. Malik always, always, means business.”
After that, Jacob straightened out and even graciously accepted my coaching.
When he finished swimming laps, I knew he was nearly
exhausted. “Good job, Jacob,” I said as I extended him a hand. Instead of
using it to pull himself out of the pool, he pulled me in, wrapped his arms
around me and kissed me. I'll admit, he was a good kisser and before I knew
it, I was kissing him back. We both went from 'limp willie' to 'rod of
steel' in about ten nanoseconds. We were still in the pool when Jacob untied
my Speedos and started sliding it down my legs. I grabbed his hand and said,
“Not here,” and pulled my Speedos up. We walked to the shower and Jacob
again started stripping off my Speedos.
After he pushed them
down my legs, he leaned over and took my cock in his mouth. As he did, I
suddenly realized we were not just two aquatics camp campers. He was, but I
was in a different relationship with the Center and sure didn't need to be
having sex with a camper. I reached down pulled Jacob to his feet and said,
“Don't get me wrong, Jacob, I am a horny eighteen- year-old, but I'm sorry,
I’m on the staff here and this has
gone too far already.” He was pissed and didn't give up until he climbed in
the car to head for Woodbridge a week and a half later.
By the end of the two weeks, Ms. Bianchi and Mr. Malik both
said I was in top form.
Camp ended the last Friday in June. The Fourth of July was a
week from the next day and we had the week off before the middle-school swim
camp. The campers would be arriving Sunday after the Fourth and counselors
would be coming in the Friday before. Brad planned a picnic for the
counselors and camp staff as well as the regular staff of the Center at the
pond on the Fourth.
There were a couple of huge old oaks less than a hundred
yards from the edge of the pond and the food would be spread on two long
tables under them. Surrounding the huge trees
a grove of smaller, but still large, oaks, forming a semi-circle around the
pond. People would use them for shade. All were told to bring lawn chairs or
blankets to spread under the trees. All in all, just over a hundred people
were expected when children and significant others were added.
The Alexander Center Foundation was putting on the whole
There was a lot to do to get ready for Saturday. It began with the
arrival of a large truck Friday morning containing all sorts of warning
signs. Two men came with the truck. When one of them came to the door, he
asked for Mr. Hunsinger and I called for Brad. When he saw the truck, he
told them, “Give me a minute to get the Jeep and then follow me.” He went to
the garage and drove out the Jeep and headed toward the pond area. He had
only been gone a few minutes when a pickup with a large cooler on the back
pulling some kind of contraption came down the drive. When I answered the
door, he said he was there to setup the barbeque and stoves to prepare the
food. I was barely back in the house when the doorbell rang again
and this time it was a man with an
above-the-ground pool to set up for the smaller kids. I told him to follow
the tracks in the pasture.
I cleaned my room, DeAngelo's and my bath, then went
downstairs and cleaned the living area and the office. I had also put in a
load of laundry before going outside. Sam had been called back to the
therapy center earlier when one of the therapists didn't come in, so I
locked the house, turned on the alarm and hopped in my car,
headed for the pond.
Last fall Brad had the power company run an underground line
from the road to the pond where it connected to underground wiring he had a
Waynesville company install. There were
now outlets all
around the pond and in the grove. He had attractive street-type lights
placed in the grove and on two sides of the pond. He and Sam had debated
putting some underwater lights in the pond and after they had
argued the pros and cons for a few days, Sam
said, “Hell, Babe, let's do it.”
They started talking about a Fourth of July picnic in the
spring and before we knew it, we were talking about port-a-potties, potable
water and such. After discussing that for awhile, I asked if the Fourth of
July picnic was a 'one-of.' “I hadn't thought about that,” Brad said. “I
“Then why temporary and not very satisfactory toilets?” I
“Sam, the baby boy is thinking. We'll go for a more permanent
solution.” They had a well drilled and restrooms with flush toilets built.
Water fountains and showers were also installed. They were turning the area
surrounding the pond into a kind of mini-park and picnic area. While they
were at it, they enlarged the pond. When I asked Sam if it meant no more
skinny-dipping, he said, “Of course not! That is our place, not open to the
public, opened occasionally to APFC employees and family and our friends.” I
guess I was selfish, but I was glad that the pond was still for family—and
invited guests, occasionally.
When I reached the pond, I noticed the truck with the
warnings was parked on the opposite side of the pond from the grove, three
hundred yards or so beyond it. The two men who had been in it were taking
some kind of racks from it and setting them in rows. I had no idea what was
going on. The above ground pool was set up and being filled from the pond.
Had it been filled from the well, it would still be cold tomorrow. The
barbeque was being set up as was a large stove beside it. I walked over to
Brad, who was standing under one of the huge oaks, watching everything. As I
walked up to him, he put his arm around my shoulder and hugged me. Since I
had been living with Sam and Brad, I had become a real hugger and sure
enjoyed the fact that they were. “So what's going on, Dad? I mean barbeque
and pool I understand, but what are those guys doing?” I pointed to the two
men across the pond.
“They're working on a surprise.”
He looked at me, laughed and said, “A surprise.” That was all
I could get out of him.
As we stood watching all the activity, a van drove up and
climbed out of the front. It was followed by an SUV and when it stopped, two
more elderly men got out of the front and four guys piled out of the back.
The guys were about my age. I gave them a once over—I mean, I like guys,
right?—and decided they were all well built, a couple damn good looking and
all, but definitely none were my type. Don't ask me why since I am not sure
what my type is. One of the elderly men walked over to us, followed by one
of the younger guys. The old fellow stuck out his hand and said, “Good to
see you, Brad.”
“Good to see you, Mr. Moffitt. How's Mrs. Moffitt?” Brad
responded as they shook hands.
“Fine, Fine. This is my grandson, Afton.” Maybe I had judged
too quickly. Afton might have been my type after all.
“And this is my baby boy,” Brad laughed.
“Derek.” I shook hands with the grandfather and his grandson. As the two
were making the introduction, I remembered where I had seen Mr. Moffitt.
He’d played in the string band which had played for the
Halloween party. “I thought we'd get you set up
on the other side of the pond,” Brad said.
Mr. Moffitt nodded and headed back to the van. When they
reached the other side, the five elderly men took lawn chairs and headed for
the grove where they unfolded the chairs and sat down. Two of them covered
their faces with their hats and were soon dozing. Meanwhile, Brad said,
“Derek, if you like, you might help get the stage set up.”
I went over and asked, “Need any help guys?”
“Always welcome help,” Afton said. “Guys, this is Derek.
“No, another FFS, Derek Wilson.”
“Well, we're all FFC—First Families of Churchville: Chuck
Connor, Don Camp and Jesse Camp,” he said and laughed. “They're all cousins
in one way or another, to one degree or another. I'm the outsider. Looks
like a real big party going to take place here.”
“Yeah, July Fourth picnic Saturday. You're invited along with
girlfriends, boyfriends or just a regular unclassified friend.”
“Your boyfriend or girlfriend be here?”
“Out of boyfriends right now. Guess I’m kinda one of the
hosts as Brad Hunsinger is one of my dads.”
“You have more than one?” Jess asked and laughed.
“Yeah, I have two. Brad and his husband Sam Houston.”
“See, Jess, I told you a man could marry,” Afton said.
“Cannot!” Jess said.
“Can too,” I said. “Not in Virginia—yet—but
my dads were married in Massachusetts.”
Jess didn't want to drop it and when Brad came by, he said,
“Mr. Hunsinger, Derek's been pulling our leg saying you were married to a
“He's not pulling your leg. I am. Thought everybody in the
Shenandoah Valley knew that. It was in the paper, but I guess you were too
young to be interested in that.”
As Brad was speaking, Sam walked up and put his arm around
Brad and with his other hand, turned his face to his and gave him a quick
kiss on the lips. “How's it going, Babe?” he asked.
“Fine, except this handsome young man doesn't think we're
“Shame on you, handsome young man,” Sam laughed. “Drop by the
house and I'll show you the paper if you like.” As I introduced the four to
Sam, I wondered why they had been discussing gay marriage in the first
place, but probably would never know. I suddenly got a bad feeling in the
gut—I had outed myself. Why had I said I was out of boyfriends?
to some that trunks as underwear means an undergarment from years past or
swim trunks. They have been around a few years now and some of us former
brief wearers are converts. They are much shorter than boxer briefs, but do
have legs. They fit close like briefs. Most of the underwear brands have