By the time the movie ended
and the credits rolled, I had resolved an issue with myself. I pulled Levi
to his feet and led him to the bathroom. We undressed each other and got in
the shower. After some hot kisses, I started stroking Levi’s cock and he
mine. We had been hard and hot much of the evening, so it didn’t take long
before we started shooting. Our climaxes hit us both so hard we were holding
each other up because our knees were so weak.
We finally got out of the
shower, dried each other and slipped into bed. Levi wrapped his arms around
me and covered my mouth with his. I opened my mouth and sucked his tongue
into mine. We tongue wrestled a bit, broke the kiss and Levi said, “Derek,
thanks for tonight. I will long treasure it.”
“So will I, Levi.” We kissed
and wrapped in each others arms and legs, drifted off to peaceful sleep.
I awoke when Levi smacked me
on my bare butt. “Derek, Jewish I may be, but I smell bacon and it smells
like breakfast to me.” We again showered together, got dressed and went
downstairs. Eloise and Auntie were in the kitchen making breakfast. I was
surprised at how well Eloise got around since she had to use arm crutches,
but I guess she’d had ten years to learn.
“Good morning, Auntie,
Eloise,” I said and kissed Auntie on the cheek.
Levi also kissed Auntie on
the cheek and said, “I’m glad we’re having kosher bacon. The smell dragged
me out of bed after a night of debauchery. Auntie, your nephew led me down a
sinful trail of wine, women and song last night—well, actually, beer, man
and song, but debauchery nonetheless.”
I objected, “Not true,
Auntie, not true.” Then in the preacher voice known to all Southerners, “I
merely held out the temptations of Satan to lure this poor, damned, Jewish
soul into the path of glory. Amen and Amen!”
Auntie and Eloise were
laughing like crazy when Geneva came storming in shouting, “Help me, Jesus.
Help me, Jesus. Precious Lord, forgive these poor unsaved souls and
especially one of your Chosen who is lost and doomed to eternal hell. Dear
Jesus. . . . ”
“Can it, Geneva,” Auntie
ordered. “The man’s in his own home with his friend. You will respect that.
I figure one Jew is welcome here at the moment and that is Levi, but if
Jesus shows up to strike you dead, he’ll be more than welcome.”
“But Amelia, they admit to
drunkenness and sodomy in this very house where an innocent ten year old
girl was sleeping.”
“They seem pretty chipper
and in fine fiddle this morning which hardly follows a night of drunkenness.
As to sodomy, I don’t remember any mention of that. Did you guys fuck last
“No ma’am,” we chorused and
“And by the way, it takes a
pretty active imagination to call that ten year old innocent.” She looked
back at us and asked, “So you had a good time last night?”
“We did. We polished off a
few beers, did a lot of dancing, kissing and snuggling, well, making out and
watched a movie, enjoyed that wonderful shower and went to bed,” I said. We
both were blushing.
“You’re queer! I told you,
“They're gay, Geneva, as gay
as you are self-righteous and that’s one hundred percent. They said sodomy
wasn’t part of their fun. Are you calling them liars?”
Levi looked at me and gave
me a small wink. “Yeah, we had so much fun, we’ve decided to hang out here
for the week before going to Stanton if you’ll buy us more beer.”
“Not a problem,” Auntie said
and grinned. She caught on to what Levi was up to before I did.
Levi grabbed me, swung me
around, then gave me a full, open-mouth, tonsil seeking kiss while clutching
my ass cheeks in his hands. “Babe, we are going to have such fun!”
“Amelia, you are going to
allow this . . . this . . . this debauchery in this house? What would Harry
“Probably invite the two of
us to join the party, but I keep telling you, this is Derek’s home. So long
as it’s legal or he’s not caught, what can I say?”
“G’ma, what’s sodomy and
debauchery? And why is that white boy kissing a nigge . . . black boy?
Why’s he kissing a boy anyway?” She covered her mouth with her hand, drew in
a sharp breath and said, “G’ma, I think they’re faggots!”
Geneva grabbed her in a hug.
“Oh you poor baby. Don’t worry about that. As soon as we have breakfast we
are going back to Lynchburg. Eloise, get your things together.”
“I’ll get Marissa’s, but I’m
not going. Auntie has invited me to stay as long as I like.”
“You most certainly will go.
I forbid you to remain in this den of iniquity.”
“That’s it, Derek! That’s
it,” Levi exclaimed, “You wanted to know what to put on a sign to hang over
the stairs to your place. Of all the suggestions you’ve received, that’s the
best, ‘Derek’s Den of Iniquity’.”
“Breakfast is ready,” Auntie
When we were all seated at
the table, Geneva started to speak, but Auntie beat her to the draw, “Levi,
Levi took a biscuit in his
hand, held it up and said, “Blessed is the Lord our God, Sovereign of the
universe who brings forth bread from the earth. Amen.” He then took a small
bite of the biscuit.
I wasn’t sure Geneva’s heart
would hold out long enough for her to eat breakfast, get ready and head back
to Lynchburg, but she made it. As soon as her car disappeared out of sight,
Eloise said, “I would not have believed it had I not seen it. Sorry to mess
up your holiday, but it was wonderful to see Mother meet her match; no, more
than her match.”
“Nothing’s messed up,
Eloise. There was not the slightest doubt in my mind that Geneva would be
out of here early today. In one way I am sorry she took Marissa because I
think a week or so with Auntie would have started straightening her out,”
“Goes for me as well,” I
said. “I’m afraid she is going to have a hard life.”
“Not if she stays in
Mother’s circle. There’s nothing I can do. Mother will protect her from
anyone who attempts to correct her, and legally she is Marissa’s guardian. I
am a barely tolerated intrusion in the household. I get a small disability
check, but I can’t live on it. Auntie and I had a long talk last night. As I
said, she has invited me to stay here over the holidays and afterward so
long as you approve, Derek. It will mean instead of Levi having a separate
place to himself, you two will be sharing the Den of Iniquity. ”
“No problem, at least at
this point, right Levi?” Levi nodded and grinned. “We’ll see about the
future. We didn’t lie about last night, we made out and played around some,
but we’re not boyfriends, just very close friends. We may fall in love, we
may not. We both just hope it’s not a one-way street. We’ve both been down
that unhappy lane.”
“Well, get your bubble butts
in gear and head for Stanton and see what you can stir up there!” Auntie
We had loaded the car the
night before, so we were out the door and on our way in less than half an
hour. When we were packing the car, I had put in a large cooler and
explained to Levi that fresh seafood was a rarity in Stanton. We stopped at
a seafood place near Hampton that Auntie told us about and loaded up on
several sizes of shrimp, some oysters, scallops and a few crabs. The seafood
purchased was iced down in the cooler, and we headed to Richmond.
All the way to Richmond, one
or the other of us would suddenly burst out laughing remembering the events
of the morning. When we were half an hour out of Richmond, I said, “We
really need to bring some joy into Peter and Philip’s dull life. Let’s call
them and ask them if they’ll have lunch with us.” Levi nodded and I made the
Peter sounded sleepy when I
called. “Peter, Derek. You still in bed?”
“We fell asleep after we
woke up this morning.”
“Oh, resting up after sex.”
“You could say that. Where
are you? Whas’sup?”
“We’re on our way to
Alexander County. I think we are about twenty miles from I-295.”
“Time for late breakfast,
“Maybe a quick one. Meet us
somewhere just off I-64.”
“Sure. We could use an
artery clogging breakfast. Meet us at the Waffle House at the Henrico exit.
See you there,” Peter said.
We had made better than good
time. We found the Waffle House, greeted Philip and Peter and ordered by
11:15. Before the food arrived, Philip said, “So you are going home to
“Alexander County, not
Stanton,” I corrected Philip automatically.
“OK, Philip, sorry about
cutting you off, but living with my dad, Brad, it’s automatic.”
“Why so?” Peter asked and
briefly I told him why.
“Anyway, how did you get to
leave?” Philip asked. “I thought you had to stay with Auntie.”
“Well, it started with a
phone call,” I said and told them about the phone call from Geneva.
“So Auntie had a
daughter-in-law, granddaughter and great granddaughter staying with her.
Lucky break,” Philip said.
“Well, they didn’t exactly
stay, but before they arrived Auntie took care of a slob and straightened
out the Dean of Student Life, thanks to my friend Derek,” Levi laughed and,
of course, had to tell that tale.
“Remind me to stay on
Auntie’s good side. She actually whacked the Dean of Student Life with her
“On the shoulder a few times
and a final whack on his butt.”
“Wow!” Philip exclaimed.
“So Levi’s living with you.
You guys getting it on?” Peter asked.
“Derek doesn’t look laid to
me,” Philip laughed, “and come to think of it, neither does Levi.”
I blushed and Levi said,
“Not saying it might not happen, but now we’re just good friends. We make
out and play around, sure, but we are not boyfriends and may never be.” Levi
looked at me and I smiled at him and nodded.
“Anyway,” Levi continued,
“this Geneva and Marissa, the great granddaughter, are both pieces of work.
Derek and I thought they and Auntie were perfect examples of an irresistible
force and an immovable object. Auntie put up a bold effort, but I’m afraid
she was on the verge of losing.” The two of us then told them about the
highchair. “I thought Auntie had a chance against Marissa, but after Derek
and I talked, I didn’t see why she had to take abuse from a ten-year-old
brat and someone like Geneva.”
I took up the tale, “Levi
said we had finished a semester and were supposed to be somewhere, half
naked, dancing and getting shit-faced. We decided it was a good idea and
there was no place like home.” We then told them about the party and the
aftermath this morning. “So Auntie has a granddaughter staying in her guest
room and we are headed for my home to spend Christmas with my mom and my
“Wild!” Peter said. “And
Auntie actually asked you if you had fucked?”
“She did. I thought Derek
would drop through the floor,” Levi laughed.
After finishing our meal, we
agreed to get back to Norfolk a couple days early and go to an over-eighteen
club and ‘dance half naked’ before second semester started.
I was driving as we left
Richmond when I suddenly realized in all the excitement, I hadn’t called my
dads to tell them I was coming home. I wondered if DeAngelo would be home
since the dads would be at work. I said, “Levi, you better hope my dads
aren’t pissed at me coming since they don’t know about it. I forgot to call.
Grab my phone and call the house. It’s speed dial one.”
“DeAngelo? Levi Epstein, a
friend of Derek’s. . . . No, nothing’s wrong, in fact he’s sitting beside me
driving a little old lady’s red convertible--way too fast, I might add. We
have just passed an exit for Short Pump, whatever the hell that is, outside
Richmond. We’re on I-64 headed for Stan . . . Alexander County. Last time I
said the S word Derek threatened to beat my white Jewish ass. Long story,
but Derek will be home for the holidays. . . . Yeah, a long and wild story.
I promise you’ll laugh your ass off. Hold on, your brother is punching me in
“Tell him not to call the
dads,” I urged. Levi relayed the message and when he finished, he popped a
decent CD in the player and we rolled down I-64 singing at the top of our
lungs. Somehow or other, I managed to keep the car to just ten mph over the
speed limit--some of the time--and the Virginia Troopers must have stayed by
the fire because a red convertible, I had been warned, had a ready-printed
speeding ticket just waiting.
We talked about dinner and
made plans for it. We hit Kroger’s in Waynesville and picked up what
groceries I knew we needed. As we were leaving, Levi spotted a bunch of
large poinsettias marked down, for obvious reasons, to a dollar each. He
grabbed another cart and to my wonderment, took eight of them.
When we arrived at Grace
House, I gave Levi the code and he opened the garage door. As soon as we
were inside, I released the garage door from the chain so the dads wouldn’t
be able to open it. I led Levi inside and said “Welcome to Grace House,
Levi,” then yelled upstairs, “DeAngelo Wilson, get your black Watusi ass
DeAngelo came down the
stairs two at a time, grabbed me in a bear hug and said, “Damn, Bro, it’s
good to have you home. We have been moping around and even talking about a
quick trip to Norfolk. “Man, you looking sharp!”
“He’s damn hot too!” Levi
“DeAngelo, Levi Epstein, as
of this morning, my roommate. Levi, DeAngelo Wilson, brother extraordinaire,
star on the basketball court and baseball field, chick magnet and all around
stud. In fact, the only mark on his character is he is a student at an
inferior university and probably barely passing.”
“All true, except the last.
Two Cs and all else Bs.”
“Well, afraid not only is
your brother hotter and sexier, he has a B and all else As at a definitely
superior university,” Levi laughed. “Good to meet you, DeAngelo, you brother
does say good things about you.”
“Just so I know, you two
“As a matter of fact we are.
Are we fucking? No,” I said.
“We need a beer before we
get into that,” DeAngelo said.
“The dads going to be
“Not so long as we’re not
leaving the place, driving or getting drunk. You really, really don’t want
to be caught with more than a nice buzz on. Never! Never! Joe and I found
out the hard way. Let’s get your things out of the car and then we’ll have a
brew and talk.” We brought in our bags, groceries and the cooler. Levi put
the poinsettias on a workbench in the garage and said he’d deal with them
DeAngelo grabbed three beers
from the fridge and we sat down at the kitchen table. “So you’re sleeping
together, but not fucking. Sounds hard to me.”
“No one said we weren't
hard, just not fucking,” Levi laughed. “It’s a long story, but for now,
Auntie asked me to move into her guest room yesterday, but this last night
her granddaughter needed it and she asked if Derek and I would mind sharing
a bed. We told her we didn’t, but that doesn’t mean we are boyfriends. Been
down the fucking route without commitment and have no intention of doing it
again. Playing around? Making out? Hell yes, but no fucking. I suspect
Derek’s boundaries on how far he will go are more restrictive than mine, but
we will both respect them. If we fall in love? Well, two of our friends are
a couple who told Auntie they fuck like rabbits. If--mark that IF--Derek and
I fall in love, we’ll make love like there is no tomorrow, but right now
we’re just very, very good friends.”
“Understand. Afraid I’m not
very restrictive. If there’s a condom around and the girl’s willing, I fuck.
Maybe if I fall in love. . . . Dad Sam says I’m in my slut period and Dad
Brad says I’m allowing the little head to rule my life. They’re both right.”
Derek grinned and said, “So
you and Joe went past the dads’ limits on alcohol.”
“Man, did we ever and they
made damn sure we knew it. Joe and I got pretty well on the way to being
drunk after our last basketball game and decided we needed to tell the dads
why we had deservedly gotten the shit beat out of us.
“See, most of the team
managed to break curfew and party the night before. They were still half
hung over when the starting whistle sounded. Since we had been sober and in
bed, we decided we deserved a beer--or two or three or four or . . . I lost
count. We were so drunk I don’t even remember driving over from
Harrisonville beyond knowing we took back roads. Anyway, we had a couple
beers left and chugged them before coming inside, actually falling inside. I
opened the door and Joe started through, stumbled and fell and I fell on top
of him. We made so much noise cussing and trying to get up off the floor
that we woke the dads. We were taken outside, hosed down, stripped and run
around the house until we could almost walk straight, herded upstairs for a
cold shower and given blankets and marched to the barn. ‘It’s the place for
animals.’ Dad Sam said.
“It was not a warm night and
we had a cold water hosing, a run around the house naked, a cold water
shower and then were marched to the barn, still naked. We climbed into the
loft, piled up some hay and huddled together under the blankets and got warm
enough to fall asleep. All of that was Sam’s doing. Brad was so angry he was
just working on not killing us. Next morning, Brad came to the barn, brought
us to the house and after we showered and got dressed, hung over, we spent
two hours at the table. I’m not sure who did the most crying--even Joe was
crying. No, you don’t want to get drunk, smoke dope or get someone
pregnant--well, that’s not a danger for you I guess--if you live in this
“Levi, you must think our
dads are sadists or something. Let me tell you, there are no kids in the
world loved any more by their dad than we are by our dads. You’ll know that
soon. But the dads do have limits for us, which we damn well know, and when
we forget, ‘they are written anew loud and clear,’ to quote our mom.
“Derek, good thing you did
get home. I don’t think Granny Lotz will make it much longer. Anyway, Brad
hired an assistant director this week and now leaves the Center at 5:00
sharp. He picks up Sam and our dads are both home by 5:45 or earlier
everyday. So how did you get to come home? Levi, you said it was a long
“Big Bro, let’s save that
also until the dads get home. Just know that there are some bitches in the
world equal to the worst Stanton has to offer and Levi Epstein can spin a
tale that sends them packing. Speaking of which, we need to talk about
With all the fresh seafood,
Levi and I had decided we would have a seafood dinner beginning with a
shrimp cocktail followed by simple pan seared scallops with a pan sauce
served with mixed baby greens and water cress. The scallops would be
followed by oysters casino and lava cake with ginger ice cream for dessert.
Levi was taking care of the
appetizer and helped me with the scallops and oysters. DeAngelo would make
the ice cream and cakes.
Levi and I worked out the
plan for the final preparation of the scallops since they were
Once everything was ready or
ready-to-be-ready, the three of us removed the leaves from the dining room
table--with them it seated twelve, without six--spread it with a white cloth
and got out the best china, silver and crystal. I was pretty much at a loss
about the wine. Levi said, “Champagne is a wine that goes with most
everything. Your dads have any?”
“I’m sure they do,” I said.
“Put a couple of bottles in
the fridge and you’ll be safe.
After the meal was planned,
Levi asked about latex or such gloves and DeAngelo got him a pair from the
kitchen. “Any possibility there’s a small butane torch around?” he asked as
he pulled on the gloves.
“In the garage,” I said. “Whas’sup?”
“Table arrangement. Any
vases and stuff?”
“Strange as it may seem, all
that kind of stuff is in the garage and lots of it. Landscaping and flowers
are Brad’s territory. I’ll show you.” I showed Levi the cabinet where Brad
kept his flower arranging materials and he told me he’d see me later.
Brad called at 4:45. “He
called to say he was leaving the APFC and headed to the rehab center,”
DeAngelo said. “Also said we’d talk about Norfolk, so I shouldn’t plan on
going out. I told him I wasn’t sure about Norfolk after I had talked to you
today, but I’d be home when they got here.”
He had just finished telling
me about the call when Levi poked his head in and asked me to help him in