Chapter 3: "Answer It"
MICHAEL: Never have I ever... gotten a lap dance by a stripper.
(Three fingers in the room went down.)
JACOB: You asshole! He only said that cuz he knew I went to a strip club over fall break.
HANNAH: Mia, I can't believe you've gotten a lap dance!
MIA: It was at my cousin's bachelorette party. Her friends basically forced me to. He wasn't even that cute.
MICHAEL: How bout you, Eric? Was it a guy or a girl?
ERIC: A guy, duh. My dads got him for my 18th birthday.
(All six other people in the room gasped.)
MICHAEL: Hold up, hold up, hold up! Your dads got you a stripper?!
ERIC: It was like a silly joke. It's a guy they know, he does a bunch of their friends' parties.
SARAH: What was he like?
ERIC: He was really hot! This Brazilian guy, probably round 35. Great body! But not like I could take him seriously with my parents and everyone else sitting there.
HANNAH: That's so funny. Was he like wearing a thong?
ERIC: Yes! A red one.
SARAH: Was he hard?!
MIA: Of course he wasn't hard, you weirdo!
ERIC: Well, actually...
JAMAL: Dude! No way.
ERIC: He wasn't like hard hard, but I'm sure he fluffed up. He kept shoving it in my face.
JACOB: Dude. My 18th birthday, my dad gave me his old phone and got himself a nicer one.
DAVID:
Seeing my son interact with his boyfriend, I have to say I think they both did good for themselves. I was extremely worried when he first started college. All parents are, but Eric was more coddled than most kids. When I started homeschooling him my plan was to do it for a year until we found another school, so he wouldn't fall behind. But he begged to stay at home so we let him. By the time he was ready for college he wasn't particularly awkward, but I still worried he didn't have enough real-world experience.
When he told us he was gay as a teen, a part of me was relieved (elated, even!) Sure, I was bummed out he would have to deal with some of the same bullshit as all of us, but if he ever wanted to talk about gay relationships or sex his father and I were much better equipped for that. My own gayness always felt like something that made me less qualified to be a parent. As it turns out, it was a huge plus.
Eric had told us he'd had sex with a few guys in college, but he settled down with Will. I was happy for him (and myself). At his age I was a huge slut, fucking anyone I could find. Granted, some of it was lots of fun. But I was glad Eric didn't seem as interested to dabble in drugs or too much casual sex.
That might be partly because he was always exposed to it and it didn't seem like such a big deal. Growing up, sex in general was taboo for me, but gay sex was the ultimate sin! So his dad and I always made a point to not hide it from Eric when we kissed or touched each other. The first time he walked in on us having sex my initial instinct was to freak out and make a big deal out of it, but I fought it. Sven didn't seem to care much either; he said he'd walked in on his parents or heard them have sex lots of times. I was very proud of the progress we had made, in just one generation, that allowed Eric to feel so much more comfortable with himself and the concept of male relationships and sex.
I knew things hadn't been as easy for Will growing up, so while he was staying with us I wanted him to feel extra welcome. He was a nice kid, you could tell. And it was tough for someone his age in our neck of the woods. In my 20s I was sucking dick in gay clubs and fucking in bathhouses; and here he was cooped up in a house with two middle-aged men instead, without a car of his own.
The first week seemed to go pretty well. The boys seemed happy to be done with school, and I kept busy making sure everything round the house was in tiptop shape. Sven had a really stressful week at work. I could feel how relieved he was the second he walked back in on Friday evening. He jumped out of his suit and left all his clothes on the floor right by the front door, and walked naked to the kitchen to give me a kiss.
"Mmm," I moaned as he grabbed me from behind and kissed my neck. I could smell his musk even with my back turned.
"Where are the boys?" he whispered as I stirred the soup.
"In their room. They've been there all afternoon."
"Wonder what they're up to."
"Probably Bible study," I retorted and turned around to give him a proper kiss.
We made out in the warm kitchen that smelled of food. His exposed dick started to twitch and poked my leg a couple of times.
"Should I add some cream to the soup?" I asked, grabbing his dick and giving it a few jerks.
"Mm, I'd love to, but so tired tonight," he said and I could hear it in his voice. "How about dinner and a movie instead?"