The evening had begun like many others spent with Jay's father, Jeremy and his father's partner, Davis. There had been many pleasant weekends spent together building the friendships since we'd first been introduced earlier that summer, sharing exceptionally good food, good company, very good herbs, amusing board games, pleasant wines and on a couple occasions my introduction to their group's regular gatherings for the somewhat venerated cocktail party.
I had been introduced to Jay's father and his long time lover over an earlier weekend spent together with my high school friend during my nineteenth summer. We'd decided on a whim to arrange a briefly arranged visit with his dad, one I strongly encouraged upon finding out about how they'd been estranged for so long, and his expressed interest in renewing a friendship with his father. The friendship emerged quickly as I was surely young and certainly inexperienced, having only taken two lovers by this point in my youth. I had little recognition at the time that I was being gently groomed.
There had been so many discussions after considerable libation about the facts of taking a same sex lover and the day to day pros and cons of maintaining such a relationship. I learned quickly that to take a male lover would have incredible advantages, even beyond the intimacy with someone with a far better understanding of how the male body responds. I was skating along the thin ice of my gender identification long before I realized there may be any sort of peril. I had so much curiosity about the life, and what it entailed, and so few reservations about exploring my curiosity with questions due to my personality at the time, I didn't realize I had opened Pandora's Box, so to speak.
I had been so damn horny all that day and their discussion had been exceptionally candid that evening that I was finally enticed by my thoughts and my hormones to slip into their room at about one in the morning as they slept, only to awaken and surprise them both with my question, asking them to be gentle and asking If I may join them. I somewhat bumbled my request due to my nerves, but quickly clarified my request, hoping they would understand my exceptional nervousness.
Jeremy and Davis asked me to excuse them for a minute so they could discuss my proposition and after a very unnerving moment in the hall where I felt my surprising emboldened courage wavering, I was asked back into the room to join them. I was amazingly nervous and so very self conscious. Jeremy was in his early forties, 5' 7", somewhat broad shouldered, his black hair and goatee were starting to turn salt & pepper with the beginnings of grey, he was deep voiced although often soft spoken with sharp eyes that were slate blue/grey. Davis was just a little older; around 6' tall, with sandy blonde hair that was lightly fading at the temples, a larger natural build with striking hazel/green eyes. He was somewhat louder in his tenor voice but was eloquent and disarmingly intelligent.
We three soon discovered shared many interests and had quickly become friends in spite of Jay's ongoing strained relationship to his father. Many weekends had been spent together with Jay's abrasive attitude causing unnecessary tension amongst everyone, his rebellious nature and more youthful mindset seeking a path of its own, that eventually I had begun to simplify things and spend time with my new friends on my own. This led to my more open feelings about exploring this side of my personality; the decadent, visceral and bacchanalian young man who lives primarily for the experience of life itself.
