Luis walked in and looked straight at me. I was naked but I reached for a towel.
"My dad said he's waiting for you by the pool with cigars and lunch," his voice was the typical sullen teenager's. He was wearing only nylon shorts. He was sweating and his swimmers build was toned. I tried not to stare.
"Uh, thanks, I'll be right down," I stammered.
He shut the door without another word. I felt it in his eyes: He knew I was a cocksucker and that he could control me.
I dressed quickly in a bathing suit and tshirt and met Dan downstairs.
We smoked some cuban cigars, ate a great lunch of burgers and the works he'd done up on the grill, and talked about old times. He wanted to hear all about my old girlfriends from the old days. I'd been more popular than he had, and I think he liked hearing my success stories with women who wouldn't go out with him. Hell, two of his girlfriends dumped him and asked me out. I'm not bragging, this is just the truth. Maybe Dan hero-worshipped me a little.
"Keith, I'm worried about Luis," he said.
My mouth went dry and I reached for my beer to mask it. "Oh?"
"He's really a non-starter," Dan said. "He sleeps all day, doesn't do much, and doesn't seem to have any ambition."
"Sounds like most of us at his age Dan," I said, trying to keep it light. But I could hear the weights upstairs in Luis' room and I kept thinking of his brown, glistening body.
"I keep trying to get him to focus, but he won't listen," Dan said.
"They're like a brick wall at this age," I agreed. I didn't have kids but I had nephews.
"Would you talk to him?"
"Me?"
"Yeah, I've told him how cool you were in high school and college and how popular you were," Dan said. "I told him how you stayed focused but had a lot of fun in the process, am I right?" He laughed.
"I guess," I said. "But I don't even know Luis."
"He knows a lot about you, man, and it would mean a lot to me if you'd try?"
"I could try I guess," I said. I was hoping he'd forget about it for the time being and I could avoid the whole thing.
"Cool, I'm going to go on a beer and rum run, we're about out, so I'll be gone for about 30 minutes," Dan said. "Stay here and talk to him while I'm gone."
"I don't know..."
"Please?," Dan said. "Look, he's 19 so take him a beer if you want to break the ice. I don't encourage him to drink but if you do it he'll see how cool you are."
I swallowed, "Okay, Dan, I'll try."