Jackson's Story

The formal stuff: I read the Nifty instructions and it looks like i have to write this stuff.

This story is copyrighted to me - i hope you will treat it with the same respect i treat all the copyright stuff i find on the net. If there is money to be made from it, give it to Nifty - I think they are great and they taught me everything i know about being gay - thats why im so normal, except for film rights (I think it would make a great Harry Potter movie.) This is a work of fiction, if anyone living or dead reads it and recognises themselves then drop me a note, i didnt think i wrote that well .... and if you are dead you got more problems than being in my story. If any of my friends think im using their name its just a coincidence - we all know there are tons of people with the same names as us. If my Mum reads this thats definitely not me just some random dude with the same name ... what're the odds of that.

Even if the names and places might be familiar i did double the size of everyones cock, if my characters ever meet any of the other characters on Nifty i dont want them to feel inadequate.

Tho if a father's cock is 2 inches bigger than his son's, how many grandfathers back was it when his cock dragged on the ground as he walked?

If you feel like commenting im at jaxon.bren@gmail.com, attach a pic and i will read it first, good comments and your pic will go on my wall of friends, otherwise your pic will be on the wall i throw darts at. Its only a rumour i practice voodoo, but if you suddenly feel a sharp jab in the head you've got to wonder eh!. Luv y'all, Jax.

Oh yeah, if you are offended by spelling mistakes take a panedol now, and im still learning to type and havent completely got the hang of capitals yet. Im pretty good on Bs now.

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Hi y'all. My name is Jackson. Everyone tells me it is an american name, and i guess if i was american i would be from the south, but im not Im an Aussie - thats Australia for the geographically challenged, from the second largest city, Melbourne. Here the offical greeting is g'day mate, so g'day mates and matesses, my name is Jackson Hunter. My parents named me that cos they didnt want to name me Nick like about 20 cousins, my mum is only half greek and on that occassion the greek half lost out.

This story is not about me, but about a guy i met who i think is amazing. if you are going to put all this effort into writing a story, it ought to be about someone who is interesting - while two paragraphs pretty much covers all you need to know about me tho of course you get a few more boring bits cos im part of the action.

Well! I was 19, just started my second year as an apprentice joiner, having a typical day at work, you know, doing all the shit jobs, the ones that when you are qualified you will want an apprentice doing them for you.

There was a wave of talk going thru the factory, not as bad as if someone had cut off his arm on a saw, they were smiling - that usually mean someone was shouting morning tea - thats always good. So with my usual economy of dialogue i found my mate Mac and said "S'up?". He always knows what's up. "The boss's kid is starting work today - all the brown noses as just wetting their lips" Do i need to warn you that Mac's mouth gets him in trouble - nah, you prob guessed it already. Mac and I are the two second year apprentices, some of the things he says make me cringe - but thats mostly at the thought of a fist smashing every bone in his face, most of the time its just so funny i could pee myself. Yeah, and what he says is more true than not!

All we heard about the kid was he had just returned from a year overseas, thats a rich kid's thing - guys like us dont do that. Maybe i could go to Greece and visit family and maybe afford my own donkey - so i would be the rich kid around the village, but how far can you get on a donkey.

When we finally saw him Mac's comment was "Did he get kicked out of kindergarten?". Even i managed to contribute, "He must have taken his nanny with him". Anyway he wasnt much interest to us, he was prob going to be overworked sorting paperclips in the office. There was one odd thing, his name was Brendan O'Leary, and his fathers name wasnt O'Leary. This was a puzzle to set the apprentice network into action - we make the CIA look like amatures. We let the two newest apprentices help. In bigger organisations we prob wouldnt have talked to them, but spending all my time with just Mac would be more than a saint could bear, we tolerated them and encouraged them to grow from slime to be real people - well maybe the four of us did make a team but we were the top honchos.

At morning tea Little Mike reported in. We hope for his sake he had some more growing to do, cos even if there hadnt been a big Mike he would still have been Little Mike. He said that old Blue, there is no young Blue he is just really old, said the the kid's mother was a kiwi (thats New Zealand for the GC) got pregnant but went back to NZ and married a farmer while Doug (the Boss) stayed here and had his own family. What a scandle, nah, we never realised the Boss had a wild side, he went up a couple of notches in our eyes. Anyway the kid turned up here about three years ago. Boy, i bet that was a surprise for his wife.

Mac said "Farm boy eh! I bet his first 200 girlfriends were a flock of sheep" Jeez, i should go to the toilet before i sit down with Mac. Justin was squirming in his seat, I dont know what info he had that could be more juicy than what we just got.

He had spoken to Nick Popo (He has a greek name with 100 letters in it and rhymes with hippopotomus in 3 places, ... and there are already a young Nick and an old Nick, he was lucky to avoid being Baby Nick ... and I might have been embryo Nick)

"Nick says Bren is his friend, they were apprentices together and that Bren is 22 or 23." Justin's eyes were still bulging so there was more. "Nick says he is .... gay". The last word bursting out like if it stayed inside his whole body would have exploded. "Plus Nick also said (and i think he really just meant you Mac) - Dont fuck with him"

"Bah!" (accompanied by coffee spits - Mac is soooo cultured) "Im cool if he wants to give me a BJ, but im not going to date him. Anyway, what's he going to do - bitch slap me."

"No! Nick said, there are 40 guys here who like him and THEY WILL"

At that point two shadows loomed over the table and there was Nick and the new guy.

"This is Bren O"Leary, now if your parents bothered to name you, you can introduce yourselves." The Bren guy, looked us each in the face intently and repeated our names. Boy if i was ever in a police lineup i wouldnt want this guy there to identify me.

He leaned over the table and looked straight at Mac. "You Scottish?" [Mac Campbell - get it? cos there is no Mac in his surname ... maybe its an aussie thing]

"Yep!"

"Do you know why Scotsmen wear kilts?"

"Nop!"

"Cos sheep can hear a zip from a mile off"

Mac was speachless - a first! Fuck i needed to pee badly. We were all rolling on the floor with laughter. He continued "One thing Nick forgot to tell you was that Im deaf. And i read lips real well - even from across the room. I would like to say that im highly offended about the sheep comment" He looked so serious, and i was thinking about the impact of 40 fists on Mac's face. "I would like you to know that I haven't had even one girlfried, i have always liked guys."

And he stormed off ... for about two paces then he and Nick burst into laughter.

Mac didnt know whether to laugh or cry. I doubt anyone had ever got the better of him, and certainly not twice in two minutes. And then he fumed more when guys came up and slapped him on the back "Haha, 200 girlfriends - good one Mac!". "That bastard stole my joke!!!"

Justin made an interesting obsevation "Nick said he didnt care if people knew, i guess he doesnt". True, the gays i knew of were screamers and girly and to be avoided. And maybe some guys there were rumours about but they sure didnt say anything and i suppose others that werent even rumoured about who said even less. But i had never run into a gay guy who joked about it like it was normal. And he was a joiner too, some hairdresser must have a vacancy."

In the end we all agreed with Mac, he was cool as long as he didnt want to date us. We all had girlfriends.

He was an interesting guy to watch, not because he was gay, you almost forgot about that, but the way he got on with people. It was hard to believe he was deaf, he talked to people just the way I did, he looked at them with an intensity like they were the only person in the room, i suppose he has to do that to read their lips. And anyway if you are deaf the only person in the room is the one you are looking at.

He worked in the Custom Dept, where they made furniture to specific orders, as opposed to the factory where we would make to a design, 10 or 50 of design bol789. So it was normal that he would hang out with guys from that department, he did but not all the time. Sometimes he would be sitting with the office ladies, where no man would ever dare to trespass, they would be screaming with laughter like seven witches brewing a spell to end the world, or he would sit with the warehouse guys, between them they could shift a house without bothering with heavy machinery, they would be rolling with laughter too, tho to my knowledge unless it was disgustingly dirty they didnt think anything was funny and im surprised they let a gay guy within 20 metres of them. Over a few days he sat with eveyone, even us apprentices, he was good company as long as you remembered to touch his arm if you want him to hear (see?) what you were saying. He and Mac would bait each other, they loved it, it was prob impossible to offend Bren cos he would say things about himself that were twice as bad as anything Mac said. I guess he taught Mac to laugh at himself - he didnt always like the lessons.

One day Mac asked him if he really had turned off his boyfriend's life support, it wasnt supposed to be mean, we had all heard the story and none of us could ever imagine Bren doing that. Bren just said yes, there were tears in his eyes and he just got up and left, none of us knew what to do or say. Mac was shattered, he though of Bren as a good friend, even if a rival for funniest man at work, and all he could say was "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!".

We went to find Bren to apologise to discover he had gone for a walk. Shit, if you ever wanted Bren you knew he was working, he loved his work and if he wasnt there that was bad. We kept an eye out for him and he didnt come back all morning, really bad.

He finally came back at lunch time, well he always said nothing would put him off his food. He was carrying an enormous bunch of flowers. Maybe i was the only one who noticed he had red eyes, at least he was smiling a bit.

One of the office ladies said "Bren you shouldnt have!"

He gave her a cheesy grin and said "I didnt" - she just laughed "Who then".

"They are for a fabulous guy I know" Jeez who else can stand in the middle of hetero central and say that ... and live. "Meeeeeeee", and minced off to put them in water. It was a relief to see he was pretty much his old self. He came back and sat with us, Mac apologised, Bren said it wasnt his fault it was just something that made him real sad, no shit!!!

We had (before Bren got back) talked about who we would want turning off our life support, that's a real toughy, I was going to have nightmares thinking about if I ever had to do it - except if it was Mac's - i might have to push to the front of the queue, nah - i dont think i could even do his. Shit we didnt even know whether to admire Bren or sympathise, whatever it really sucks.

I suppose you want the details!

Bren had a NZ boyfriend when he came to Aus, tho he didnt arrive til later, so Bren only stayed with his Dad until the boyfriend arrived. Nick said he had never seen anyone so antsy the week before Brian arrived, it was Bren who said "a 7-day-long erection" and Mac who said "Wow i never guessed it was that big".

The boyfriend, Brian, was a whizkid, he was in charge of research at our fanciest university, and he wasnt even that ancient, he was only 25 when he died, he did medical research and caught something and was dead in a couple of days, no it wasnt AIDS and if i ever remember what it was i will type it in here (something something ...itis). [meningitis]

Nick said Brian was a real nice guy, you would never have known he was gay until he said something soppy about Bren. There were about 50 people in the cafe, Nick said if you added all our brains together you still wouldnt have come close to how smart Brian was, Mac wouldnt have contributed much on our side. He wasnt up himself, Nick said one Friday he came from lunch with the Premier to have a beer with us, and said he preferred our pizza. everyone liked him even if he hadnt been Bren's boyfriend, not that he would have been here if he wasnt. Just the kind of guy Bren would like - goodlooking, smart and good (in the sense he helped other people). Anyway as you know Bren turned off the life support - he is as likely to have done it both cos he loved the guy the most and to spare someone else from having to do it.

Bren is a lover, he loves people he only met yesterday, and would be shattered if they died today, so you can imagine what it was like when his boyfriend died, total mess.

Thats why Bren went away for a year, he needed to recover. He went to the islands, Mac said "Sun, sand and hula girls would have helped him, or hula boys in Bren's case", prob me too, but Bren went as a volunteer to the Solomon's to help build a hospital and a school, and he had only been gone a month when there was a big tsunami that washed everything he had spent a year building out to sea, double bummer. Guess who said "Even for a gay boy thats gotta hurt".

So when Bren says "Life can be a bitch" thats what he means.

Oh yeah, more about the flowers.

After work that day he went around giving lots of people a flower each. All the guys in his department, well they were all half gay anyway, all the ladies in the office, he got more kisses in two minutes than i get in a month, each of us apprentices - well he said it was to show someone appreciated what we did - all the manly stuff im sure he meant. And then all the guys from the warehouse - jeez he must have a death wish, but they all appeared laughing and carrying their flower, and he wasnt in there long enough to have given them a bj. A couple of brutes that even the Hulk would have called Sir came up to Mac and said he had the prettiest flower of everyone and how cute he looked holding it. He told them to fuck off, cringe!!! They just laughed and blew him kisses as they walked off. Another one came up and Mac said "If you want a date, dont forget you are the bitch" cringe with sound effects, fortunately Bren rushed up and whispered something in the guys ear, he laughed and walked off smiling to tell his mates, they all laughed even louder.

"Gee Mac, i was just trying to get you some new friends" looking as innocent as a baby, a baby viper. "Go get fucked!", Mac's vocabulary really isnt that great. Bren said, "Its Friday night and i got a hot date, but i dont know yet if im going to be the bitch". Mac had no come back, he rarely does. How can you insult someone that has listed us some of the great things about being gay and that is one of the top ones. A mortal insult to a straight guy and Bren just says "yes please". Bren had even talked about prostate glands, every guy has one and if you rub it then your cock gets twice as hard and you get 10 times hornier, even straight guys, but sometimes he tells stories and you dont find out for weeks that it's all a big fat lie. Anyway i wasnt going to ask my girlfriend to stick her finger up my bum. Bren tells us these things cos we "gotta know" and we will never learn them from anyone else, he's got that right but it also means we cant check if its all bullshit either. Maybe at dinner i will say "Hey Dad, does Mum stick her finger up your butt and make you feel good" yeah, if i want to be sucking food thru a straw for the rest of the year.

Oh yeah! What did Bren say to the guy from the warehouse? He said "Mac said that cos he knows your dick is way too big for him!"

Once when one of the guys was having girlfriend trouble, Bren said "Thats one of the good things about being gay, 1. you dont have girlfriends and 2. if two guys do have trouble once they get into a 69 they stop arguing.

One of the other great things about being gay is threesomes. "With gay guys the third is going to be another guy, if you guys want a third then you want another girl, and your girlfriend wants another guy, and there is no way to resolve that".

He wasnt always on about the gay stuff, he would seriously try and help if we had girlfriend problems, or study problems or anything else, like Mac having a strange rash, gross.

One day a couple of weeks after Bren had arrived Chris, the senior apprentice, there were two senior apprentices but Chris was the bossy one, and they sat with us since Bren had been here else they would have missed out talking to him, he said "Have you spotted Bren O'Leary's initials around yet?" I was thinking carved into a wall, maybe in a toilet stall, what a nasty mind i have. Even if he was the boss's son i doubt Doug would be too pleased with that. "Think design, dumb asses". I was trying to think of some sort of stylized B O L.

"All the bol (rhymes with moll) designs - did daddy name them after him?" Obviously Mac's two brain cells were working better than all of mine.

"No! they come from the designer"

"Bullshit! Pull the other leg Chris, it plays 'I wanna be your bitch'" No need to say who said that. We had discovered that calling someone bitch was better than saying go get fucked.

"Ask anyone, or just ask old Blue" (he is head of Custom and resident designer).

"I will" and he did, Blue was only sitting a couple of tables away, so in under a minute Mac was back - obviously hating being wrong. "Every fucking one" was all he said. Mac prided himself on knowing every important piece of info around the place - and this was a biggy that he should have sussed out the first day - he was pissed and Chris was smug which made it delightfully worse.

Chris was trying to find a tune to fit "you wanna be my bitch", Chris might like Mac but he was a frequent target for Mac and revenge is so sweet. Mac had learned that if he left the table it would be held against him, so he sat there and fumed silently... for all our pleasures. Chris worked on finding exactly the right tune for a week.

The rest of the apprentices did a tally of bol designs, we couldnt believe Bren had done them all as an apprentice - he had completed his apprenticeship when he was in the Solomons, which we didnt even know was possible, some special arrangement by Methodist Missions so they could get current apprentices working for them, trust them.

We install a million dollars worth of kitchens a month, more than half the designs were his, all the outdoor furniture, all the dinning chairs, half the other interior stuff , some office stuff and apparently all the custom design output while he was here, old Blue was going to retire once Bren was officially qualified. We were stunned, we had assumed he was just another joiner making furniture to old Blue's designs, and he never said anything - not that we asked - his sex life always seemed the most interesting topic of conversation.

In the list of priorities in the lives of guys our age sex is first, second and third, money comes in fourth. It only took til lunchtime for someone to pose the question "Does Bren get commission for his designs?" It had only been a week or so previous that one of the joiners was crowing that a $15,000 kitchen with his design had sold and he was going to get about $150 in commission. We checked with Chris who said anyone can submit a design and if they sell they get a commission, he said when we do our stint in Custom we will be given a chance to try to make one, tho we didnt have to wait til then, but that its not as easy as it sounds.

Mac said what we were all thinking, "Bren got the easy ones, two vertical lines and call it Manhattan, two horizontal lines and call it Horizon duh!, two askew lines called Blade and one curved line call Bridge". It did sound real easy for him, tho there are lots more not so easy. Chris said "Everyone had 20 years to do it before he got here and didnt". He didnt know if Bren got commission, maybe being the boss's son he didnt, then of course we all thought that wasnt fair. I guess cos he looked our age we felt he was one of us - and he was our friend even if we felt a bit jealous. Maybe only Mikey looked younger than Bren but any month now that moustache would kick in.

Having Mac on the team meant subtlety wasnt an option, Bren wasnt around that lunchtime, sometimes he wasnt, now we knew he was prob out doing a design for a client. We tracked him down after lunch and Mac just asked straight out "Do you get a commission for designs?" Bren is such a straight forward guy he just tells you the answer "Not the custom designs! Thats part of my salary package, tho i can use the design if i make it myself. Now! are you guys trying to figure out how much i earn?"

I gave a sheepish nod, Mac is never sheepish.

"Its not that hard you only have to ask a salesman what percentage of sales are bol designs, but remember three things - everyone here works hard and i just happen to be lucky with some doodles that are commercial ... and ... all the extra i earn goes into a fund so i can buy this factory from Doug when he retires, so dont go reminding people that i earn more than them I feel special enough the way things are ... and ... smile for your future boss. GET BACK TO WORK."

"That went well" said Mac as we headed back to our jobs. Plus we had been trying to make a tally of all the individual jobs and then add it up.

It wasnt that hard to get the sales figure, it was pinned to the wall in the sales office, 2.4 mill for the first quarter, first we divided by 4 to get a monthly figure but after a lot of discussion figured that was wrong tho no one was quite convinced, but we all agreed to multiply by 4 to get a yearly figure was ok and that came to $96,000, fuck, almost 5 times what an apprentice earns. All Bren said "Got it figured out? .... a lot eh!" No one dared try and find out what his salary was, in the end it didnt matter cos it never really mattered to Bren. Not long after that old Blue retired, and Bren became Head of Dept, I guess we all wondered how much extra didnt matter to Bren either. We had already seen a couple of new bol designs.

His priority was being happy, you would think money would make that easier but he never big-noted or anything, he didnt even own a car, anyway you look at TV and there are a lot of rich unhappy celebrities. Being a HoD didnt change him. All his staff were older than him, how weird is that, they all thought he was a great boss and deserved the job. We didnt see quite so much of him, not that he sat with us every day. He had more meetings and more clients to visit now that news of his return had spread, apparently some people had waited for him, he already had a great reputation and getting better. He still sat with everyone and was the boss guys could talk to, not that everyone got everything they asked for, he listened and was fair .... and Doug was still THE boss. Bren was sometimes called Boss Boy.

One other story about designs. One day Mac and I were visiting Bren in his office, he was cool like that, sometimes he would carry on working and talk at the same time which must be difficult for him cos he has to use his eyes to see what you are saying, not like Mac who can talk without using any brain cells at all. he did have hearing-aids if he had to use the phone, but he said they gave him headaches, and they didnt work near the factory noise anyway.

He said he had just figured out a design and pulled out a pad of paper and started sketching, it only took a minute, just a diamond in the middle and fans out the top and bottom, squared off and staggered, he said it was art deko, whatever that is, he did it freehand, all the lines were like they were ruled and the angles exact and if you folded it in half i bet the top would have matched the bottom exactly, then he got out coloured pencils and coloured it in, jet which is black for the diamond and turquoise for the fans, then little boxes of colour for alternates for the turquoise. He said he was going to call it 'art' but now that he had seen it he decided it should be 'Marilyn' after some famous actress. It was a work of art even if we didnt know what it was based on, you could just tell.

Then Mac said "Fuck, thats exactly the design I had in mind". Even I recognised that was as big a bald-faced lie as had ever seen the light of day, and Bren didnt even bite, just said "Really?".

Mac just said "Yes". How he can do that while looking someone straight in the face, especially Bren, i just dont know. "If thats the case I'll just screw it up, Im just pleased to get it out of my head, its been rattling round there for weeks. Sure?" "Yep" and he ripped the page off and had it half screwed up before Mac finally said "Stop!" and admitted he was kidding. Usually now would be when Bren would say what a weaselly little liar Mac was, and laugh because he had called Mac's bluff and beaten him. But he checked twice that Mac didnt feel it was his idea before he straightened the paper and put bol on the bottom. He said "I couldnt imagine anything worse than seeing someone else draw a design you had been thinking about" and he never razzed Mac about what he said - i absolutely believe Bren when he says he would have let Mac have it, something that was prob worth thousands, just because a weaselly liar said yes.

This is starting to sound boring and we havent got to the bit i really wanted to write about.

Well just one more story. Chris came in one Monday saying he had spent the weekend installing a kitchen, and rubbing his finger and thumb together meaning he got paid cash without bothering the taxman. He said it was for one of Bren's special clients. It seemed that if some one rang up about a kitchen and sounded camp enought to host a boy scout jamboree then Bren got sent on the job, Doug's orders - not only had he found out that job was guaranteed but he would prob get a couple of referrals too, some guys would ring up and ask specifically for Bren. The other salesmen didnt mind, they were busy and appreciated that Bren offered the client a different ... aaaah ... perspective. Bren later told us nothing dodgy went on only a little teasing, tho he turned up in his tightest tee and old torn jeans that would fall to bits if they were washed one more time. Well given the way he teased us, anything could have been going on, and not dodgy prob meant the guy didnt die during it.

The customer wanted it installed yesterday, so Bren did the job with the help of Chris and Ivan the other senior apprentice. Bren gave them hints of the best way to do the job, wear the shortest shorts they owned, the tightest tee, tho that would be even better hanging on the back of a chair, and if they show a bit of butt crack while they were working the client would never notice what a crappy job they were doing, like Bren would let anything pass that wasnt perfect. The job was going well and at lunch Bren was saying the customer was real pleased with everything, including the installation but that he had to warn them that they had better not be caught leaning back against the dinning room table with their thumbs in their shorts or the guy would be down on his knees wanting to give them a blowjob ... so ... it was true, they both checked it out and Bren never said anything about the time they were away from the job. They said they had to cut their Fri and Sat night dates short so they needed that. So the lesson was - if Bren wanted you to help on a job, go for it.

After a few months Bren was dating a guy, he made it clear he wasnt a boyfriend just a friend with privileges, and by privileges he meant hot steamy sex. The way he told it they went dancing Fri and Sat nights and were in bed the rest of the weekend, being deaf you would think he wouldnt be able to dance but he says you feel the beat thru your whole body and thats all you need - makes sense, and the way he described the gay clubs they sounded much more exciting than straight clubs, Anyway, I wanted to see what it was like in the flesh, we were all being so cool about Bren being gay that i felt OK actually going to a gay club just for the experience, not that i wanted the other guys to know, you never want to give Mac any more ammunition than he already has.

So Bren made me agree to all sort of conditions. I wasnt allowed to say i was straight not that i had to do anything gay, just say im with friends or say im only here to dance if i actually wanted to dance. IF i did dance i wasnt allowed to be offended at body contact other than a direct grope of my crotch or hands down my pants, nor did i have to kiss (if its the first dance) - I wondered what it would mean if i wanted to dance with a guy a second time - worse, what would he think it meant. Bren said he hung out with the Uni crowd [cos Brian had been a Uni guy so their friends were Uni guys] and Tim hung out with the doctors - Bren said there were enough medical staff there that in an emergency they could have a fully operational hospital going in five minutes, or less if the dance song was near the end of the track. Bren said i could hang out with the trade guys but i prob wouldnt have much in common, i guess there werent any joiners there. Bren said just because i was straight didnt mean i might not want to go home with a guy, and if i did he wanted to meet the guy first, especially if he was a trade guy (maybe we needed a new plumber for kitchen installations) - then he gave me a lecture on safe sex. Stuff he said he hoped i already knew but it NEEDS repeating. And lastly, dont get drunk cos he hates drunks.

I couldnt believe Bren said something about me going home with a guy. He has this thing about bi-guys, he said you never heard about guys living with their boyfriends and sneaking out to visit a girlfriend and thinks most so called bi-guys are straights who like sex with other guys. None of us can work out what the difference is, but he believes sexuality is about who you love not who you have sex with, and then its also a certain type of love that includes committment and respect. By his definition i might never even turn into a straight man, yeah right! Bren thinks its OK to have sex with who you want and you dont need to put a label on it. Its who you fall in love with that counts. Its not like we would turn down a bj from a guy if we were really horny, but going home with one .... thats a bit much!

I didnt feel embarrassed exactly, but didnt want to be picked up from home, nor from Doug's so eventually i parked at work and they collected me from there. We went out for a real nice dinner, Bren paid - maybe that was a bit embarrassing - i could have afforded my share if i didnt eat for the rest of the month. It was very embarrassing when Bren said Tim knew i was straight but being young and beautiful made up for such minor faults. Tim had to be in his 30s, i guess im used to older guys liking younger girls, i had never given any thought to that applying to old gay guys. And the other thing that amazed me was the waiters, i know its a given that waiters are all gay, my apologies to the one that isnt. These guys were like sex in clothes, i thought a table only had one waiter but we had all five, and when they found out Bren was deaf and you had to touch him to get his attention they were holding his hand and stroking his arms, even the chef came out to check the meals were to our satisfaction and we got complimentary coffee and brandy, tea for Bren - they just about wept cos they didnt know thats what he preferred. Bren says its often like that, family looks after family. Tim left a great tip, so i guess the looking after works both ways.

The outside of the club was much what you would think, though there were more girls than i would have expected. "Honey, those arent regular girls". Thanks Tim, perhaps i did need to know that, I certainly couldnt see anything irregular about them, tho some were quite tall.

The inside was packed with guys, and a lot with their shirts off, girls dont like you flinging sweat over them so that is a novelty, and a lot fall into the class of beautiful people, of course that includes Bren as well. Lots of people knew Bren, he was very popular, some even used sign language, turns out they werent deaf but got Bren to teach them, he was getting lots of kisses and hugs and hands all over the place. i guess it took us 15 minutes and a 100 gropes to get where we were going. A group of about 30 guys mostly around my age, a few more kisses but i guess if he was settling here there was no rush, i was introduced to some of the closest and Bren went to get drinks. The guys i was with were normal, i could have been sitting with them at the league club, further around some had makeup on and a few making out. After the stories Bren has told us that was all pretty tame - no threesomes, no-one hanging in a sling - not that any of us believed the stories he told about slings. I was cool.

I just had normal conversation with the guys next to me, there were 5 of us on a 3 seater couch, so i could feel their breathing. they were impressed that i played league and a bit jealous that i worked with Bren and got to see him every day. I assumed they would have boyfriends but they didnt, not even friends with benefits (boy was i sounding worldly wise). "Do you dance?" i asked. "Sometimes, do you want to, now?" I couldnt really say no, since i sounded like i had asked him, so we went and danced. We stayed on the edge where it wasnt too crowded. It was like dancing with one of my cousins, just there to have fun, That was Dan, and when we got back Colt who was on my other side wanted to dance so i had a dance with him too, we bumped hips a couple of times, but in this place that was cool.

We were reseated when Bren arrived with drinks, he had enough beers for everyone on the couch and had a bottled water for himself. When he asked why i looked so sweaty i said i had a dance. He made a glum face tho he winked at me and said he thought he would get my dance cherry, but he would settle for seconds, and i had to tell him that had gone as well, he called me a wild party animal and said if he couldnt be in the top three he would kill himself so i agreed to dance with him, once i was up he asked the other two guys to dance with us, it was obvious that like many people there they had a crush on Bren.

Dancing with Bren made the first two seem like something you would do in church - at a funeral. He said he could dance, and i guess i thought that meant he didnt fall over his feet, there was no chance of that. His whole body moved with the beat, i would have been happy just to watch him, but he included all three of us, and you didnt feel like you were getting just a third of him, maybe better put that a third of him was more than enough to swamp me. His hands were every where, they made me feel so sexy, not gay just connected to him. I actually rubbed my hand over his arse, i could always claim it was an accident, but he responded in a way that he knew it was no accident and it made him feel good. I guess him putting his hand over mine and grinding his arse into it is a sign of feeling good. The other two were rubbing his chest and getting rubbed back and even ground down by his hips. It was a sad moment the song ended, tho i felt i could hardly stand up. Bren called us all sexy boys and told us our drinks would be getting warm. On the way back he asked if i was OK, i felt great, and he said "better than a straight club eh!" he also reminded me i had had a second dance with two guys already and that after the third dance it was OK to discuss sexual positions tho he did wink. Most times you were never sure if he was serious, i was still wondering if Dan and Colt were going to kiss me.

We were all on a bit of a high and too exhausted to do anything but boywatch for a while (if i watched the girls i was prob still boywatching). It was pretty tight on the couch so Dan and Colt each had an arm around me and that was cool. Dan was curling my curls, girls like doing that too. They were really buzzed to dance with Bren, well so was i and im straight. Bren danced most songs and sat out ones that didnt have a heavy beat, he always seemed to have 3 guys with him, maybe he has found that one guy alone dies of exhaustion before the song finishes. I dont know if he danced with everyone in the club, but he sure seemed to be trying. Even so he would stop by regularly maybe to check i was OK, i felt cared for not smothered. I couldnt believe around midnight he curled up in a chair and went to sleep, everyone laughed at my stunned look and said he has an hour's nap and then is good for a couple more hours of dancing.

A couple of other guys danced with me and i even went a third round each with Dan and Colt, and a fourth with them and Bren when he finished his nap. Bren's t-shirt had long gone, i felt very sexy when i took mine off for the second dance with Bren. He did something to my nipples and they got all tingly and he wouldnt leave them alone, and then Colt licked them and fuck i almost took off thru the roof. I thought Bren had put some sort of drug on them, but he was so anti-drugs that wasnt possible. Colt was laughing that he loved licking a guys nipples when they got sensitive, like it was normal.

Well apart from having to protect my nipples for the rest of the night that was pretty much it. I think Colt kinda hinted at me going home with him, or maybe there really was something in a book he wanted to show me, but i said my mother was waiting up for me, which was true, they both laughed and understood.

Out of 10, the night was a 12, I really enjoyed myself, i always thought i was an average dancer, but there i felt great, and dancing with guys was way more fun than it ought to be and Dan and Colt could be friends tho we hadnt made any commitment other than i might come to the club again, if Bren didnt mind me tagging along maybe i would. The nipple thing worried me a bit but Tim said it was medically normal, just that straight guys didnt usually get their tits titivated and he offered to show me how much more sensitive they could get. Hmmm, no thanks. I asked him about prostrates, since no one had ever confirmed what Bren told us, he agreed with Bren. Wow having a doctor friend is very handy. (and he did correct my pronunciation - guess i wont make medical school)

On Saturday night i went out with my girlfriend, just so ya know. She was a bit miffed that i had gone out with some workmates the night before. Boy, if i had gone home with Colt she would have been really miffed.

During the week Bren asked me if i had had enough of dancing with boys. I guess i hadnt, he was quite happy for me to tag along and i was looking forward to it, prob even more cos i knew what fun it was.

We went out to another restaurant, same performance, jeez those guys would have cut up Bren's food and feed it to him ... with their tongues, maybe even me too. Tim paid, i was trying to say how i wished there was some way to repay him, and he said he could thimk of a way. Bren thumped him in the arm, he tried to look all offended and said he was only talking about a dance at the club. Bren rolled his eyes, Tim and I did settle on a dance tho he insisted it be a slow one - being he was so old. Bren said i didnt have to take shit from anyone, even if he was senile and had paid for my dinner. We all laughed but it was more true than not.

When we got to the club i left Bren to fight his way to the Uni boys. i was relieved to find Dan and Colt already there, they both gave me a kiss and a hug, I felt a bit of a fraud, i actually didnt mind the kissing,we had danced twice so i was expecting it and i wasnt the only guy getting kisses, but there was a certain irony about me wondering what they would say if they found out i was straight - would they still be my friends?

Colt rushed off to get a round of drinks, he said with Bren its hard to buy a him a round, i was thinking along those lines too, Bren is really generous and i didnt want to take advantage. When Bren did arrive and had a water waiting he looked as pleased as Xmas morning, he said he liked buying drinks here cos it was the only place he didnt have to produce ID. Even if he had been 12 he wouldnt have any problems round here. he knew everyone. Prob knew all the bar staff by name, their boyfriends names, and sent them all birthday cards.

I had a good time. i danced a lot more, several times with Dan and Colt, and other guys asked me to dance so i did, some of them said i was hot and a great dancer, wow. Colt kept wanting me to take off my tee, yeah i knew why he wanted me to do that. even when he just rubbed my nipples thru my t-shirt that felt strangely good. Of course the dances with Bren were special, Dan and Colt danced with us and they were in heaven. They didnt usually get to dance with Bren two weeks in a row, so three times in one night was awesome. Bren just enjoys himself, he is such a happy guy that he makes everyone around him happy too.

The slow dance with Tim wasnt too bad, even if his hands were on my arse the whole time, he is a bit like Bren in that he is honest about himself, young guys turn him on, that certainly wasnt a gun in his pocket that i could feel while we were dancing. I had never even seen another guys hard cock, but now i knew what one felt like - well i did say i was going there for new experiences. There was prob an imprint on my thigh if i really wanted to see what one looked like.

Dan and Colt were from the outback, they hadnt known each other before coming to Melbourne a couple of months ago but their stories were the same. It was a two day drive to borrow a cup of sugar from the neighbour, there were no unrelated girls so not having a girlfriend caused no hassles, as long as they werent shagging the sheep their parents were happy. they were sent to university, if they got a degree that was a bonus, they were here to get a wife and they both considered that the inevitable outcome, they would enjoy what time they could hanging out with boys. they didnt seem too sorry for themselves that was just the way their lives worked out, so we danced some more and i even took off my tee. fuuuuuck.

On Saturday night Mary-ann was still miffed ... and ... she had her period. enuf said. At least i had a good Friday night.

The next week, Bren said there was a party night on Saturday, I thought i was already going to party night, apparently not. I was invited for Friday, Saturday or both. i chose both. That was when Mary-ann told me i could make any plans i liked cos she was going to be making her own plans - without me. Well .... Dan and Colt dont get periods and they dance better, as to the rest - a boy can manage if he has to, like i had managed last weekend.

Tim invited me to stay over at his place since we were going out two nights in a row, on the couch. At least thats what Bren said he said.

On the Friday Tim was called back to the hospital for some emergency, so it was just Bren and me. Apparently 3 Fridays in a row without a call would be a miracle. Tim let Bren use his Merc, we drove with the top down even tho it was almost winter, well you cant expect to be kewl and comfortable, we got lots of looks when we got to the city, prob cos it was winter and we had the top down, we were pleased to get to a warm restaurant. I bought drinks at the bar while we waited, he is a cheap date, a lite beer, the other nights he had half a glass of wine, watered down. he says he doesnt need to drink to have a good time, thats sure true. And some comment about two beers and he is anyones, three beers and he is everyones. It was great having him just to myself, he felt like my best friend ever, i guess he is. i even told him about getting an erection when Colt was licking my nipple, he laughed and said it was a normal male reaction, and that Colt could give a statue an erection. The service was even better than before and it wasnt only Bren getting the attention. Every waiter kept straightening the napkin on his lap, and he just kept encouraging them until im sure they were rubbing him.

Maybe in these fancy restaurants you only pay for the main, given the prices, we got complimentary dessert, coffee/tea, brandy (i had to drink them both) and chocolates. Even if you didnt NEED to drink to have a good time, it sure made it easy to come up to speed. i kissed Dan and Colt when we got to the club, and decided to drink water for the rest of the night. I still had as much fun. I didnt feel that i was being overly gay, i was just dancing with my friends and they liked to touch me and liked me to touch them , even my new friends that i hadnt met before. And i had my shirt off early which pleased Colt no end. Guys kept saying i had a great bod, i guess not sitting at a desk all day means im not too flabby, maybe better than average, but no match for Bren. i even had a slow dance with Bren, we just held each other and swayed cos he couldnt feel a beat. I couldnt believe it when my tongue came out and licked his nipple, it was all sweaty too. I dont know what i felt tho it wasnt disgusted. I must be picking up bad habits from Colt. he just hugged me a bit harder and it all semed natural. I might not be as good as Bren but i loved dancing. i was up dancing so much i was thinking having a nap wasnt such a bad idea. That night was just the warm up for Saturday, quite a few guys left early to get their beauty sleep - including us.

When we got to Tim's very nice apartment he was home and the sofa was made up to a comfortable looking bed. Tim came out and gave us both a kiss, and offered to scrub my back when i had a shower, ... that was exactly what i expected from him, i was hardly surprised he was naked.

Bren said he would have first shower so i would have plenty of time to think about Colt and his tongue. When Tim asked who Colt was Bren said "He's the frontrunner of the many boys who want to get Jackson into bed." "Humph! Tell them there is a line behind me" Bren spanked him real hard on the butt. That was one shock too many, im sure Tims cock was getting hard, and i wasnt even coping with several guys wanting to go to bed with me, Colt had never even hinted after that first night. And, well, Tim was Tim, i knew where i stood with him, and could see where he stood with me.

Tim talked a bit more and his cock was getting harder. Bren finally rescued me and took Tim away, i silently wished him good luck with that, he had certainly never been bashful about telling us what a big cock was good for even if he never actually said directly he did all those things. I dont know if i was disappointed or not that Bren was wearing a towel.

i was going to have a quick shower but it did take a bit longer than originally planned.

I woke on saturday morning to the sound of a busy kitchen, i slept really well, I hadnt heard any bumping noises, but thats not to say there werent any. They were both just wearing underwear, i kinda guessed it was a concession cos of visitors, i had already seen Tim, and maybe wouldnt have minded seeing Bren, oh well, tho what would i have done if undies was over-dressed. Bren cooked really well, we had heard he was good, he always made something fancy for his work lunch, but this was another thing he was great at, he said he considered being a chef but didnt fancy the hours, he was cooking up sausages, eggs, mushrooms, tomatoes and a potatoe omlette thingee, he was also mixing muffins, making a bacon and egg pie if we decided to go out for a picnic lunch, stuffing a chook and peeling vegetables. I offered to peel, he was so pleased at the offer. Peeling and making toast are my limit, my Mum doesnt like having men in her kitchen, too messy. Bren was also washing up as he went, the only things to clean were still in use. I made the toast too.

Everything was laid out nicely on the table, all hot at the same time, and just seemed to taste better than any other breakfast i ever had. Bren suggested going to the zoo, Tim suggested going to the bedroom - i got to choose. The zoo won but that wasnt as dead cert as you might expect. I hadnt been for years, i thought of it as a little kid's thing, sometimes Bren is just a tall little kid. We had fun, Tim was happy to walk behind us as long as we wiggled our butts from time to time. Lunch was so tasty too, Bren had taken all the breakfast leftovers, chopped them up added a dressing and it made an amazing salad, plus a green salad and the pie and a bottle of wine, and great company, even Tim. I guess he is a bit like Mac, takes a while for him to grow on you - like mould.

We eventually headed home for a nap, Tim said i could nap between him and Bren, he is nothing if not insistent. The sofa was still comfortable. We had dinner at home cos we had to arrive at the club early just to get in. The roast chicken could have come straight from a restaurant anyway, tho i did miss the waiters.

We were lucky to get in when we did, i doubt the place could hold 3 more people, they were choosing Mr Gay Melbourne, and it was a fabulous party, there was a poster on the wall which said so, there were performers, drag queens dancing and singing, strippers who even if they didnt go all the way you didnt need x-ray glasses to work out what was underneath, everyone was already having a great time. I eventualy found Dan and Colt, thank goodness, cos i lost Bren, they had never seen anything like this either, i was an honourary outback boy or they were honourary Dandenong boys - most people there prob considered that the same. Bren eventually found us, he had drinks, just as well cos we hadnt moved in case we missed something. he had 5 beers so we had a couple to spare, Bren said getting 5 meant he didnt end up with a pocket full of change. he didnt have a pocket which would take anything thicker than a note. The show was great and they were a hot group of guys vying for the title, Dan picked the winner so he got free drinks for the rest of the night and our title of Mr Hottie Spotter, dancing proper didnt start til after midnight. Partying can be so exhausting, i didnt last long with the dancing, after an hour we all wilted. i almost went home with Colt, but I didnt know if it was just to sleep or other stuff, he didnt say whether to crash beside him or on top of him, i certainly didnt know what we were supposed to do and i wasnt too sure he did either. My nipples said yes, but the rest of me went with Bren.

When we got back to Tim's place he made his usual offer, i was horny and now i didnt know what to say, i just shrugged, Bren sent Tim off to bed, sat me down and hugged me. He was telling me how i had to make decisions that were right for me. If i wanted to try something he thought that was good, it just meant i could make a better decision not that my life was changed forever. Even so some tryouts were more important than deciding on a new brand of toothpaste. He suggested that maybe i would want to come in for a couple of minutes of cuddling. That sounded good, i whispered "I love you", he said "I love you too", damn i forgot he reads lips. he kissed me on top of the head, said that doesnt make us boyfriends tho, just good friends, and no guarantee of benefits. With Bren you knew where you stood, whether you liked it or not.

We went to the big bed. Tim was under the sheets but i knew he would be naked already, Bren stripped off, well that was one mystery solved, i couldnt believe he had no pubes, i wondered if there was something wrong with him, he must have seen my look and said he shaved them off, practice til he needed to shave his face, we had noticed that it took him a whole week til he had enough whiskers to bother with. i guess you would say his bits were average, but at the hot end of average, made me wish i could carve him in marble and keep a replica in my room that i could polish every day.Actually perfectly proportioned would be a better description. i stripped off too and jumped into the indicated spot between them. Bren told Tim the rules, just cuddling. He has often said he isnt a control freak ... as long as everyone is doing what he wants to do he just goes along. He said not to worry if i got a hard-on it was just a normal reaction to cuddling. he spooned into my back and already had a normal reaction. he played with my nipples and i did too, immediately. Tim was stroking my arms and tummy, smiling, well, getting me naked and in his bed was now off his wish list, and the two minutes hardly started before he was cuddling my cock and balls. I guess i was relieved that it felt so sexy and so good, i sure didnt stop him. Not even when he slid down the bed and started cuddling with his lips, fuck, Bren on my nipples and Tim doing things i had NEVER felt before, i doubt the two minutes was up before Tim was smiling like the cat who got the cream. Then i was totally relaxed and so comfortable in Bren's arms, and even if his hard cock was resting on my butt i still felt totally safe. I was asleep in moments, and no way did i want to get out of that bed. I woke up in the middle of the night cos the bed was rocking, i couldnt resist a peek and was totally surprised it was Bren doing the rocking and Tim on the bottom, that was one long held assumption shattered, I just pretended i was asleep all the time.

In the morning Bren washed my back and i washed his, it was just an extension to the cuddling, we didnt dress for breakfast, and i wasnt too too embarrassed when they commented on the stamina of 19 year olds, they were obviously very used to wandering around naked. I hinted they were prob worn out after last night, they laughed not even slightly embarrassed i had caught them at it, Tim said i should have joined in. "Where?" i wondered without moving my lips.

Bren was listing off what he required from a boyfriend. Sense of humour, honesty, versatile (all the apprentices now knew what that meant, both top and bottom) and not too much of a slut. he said there were 101 things, knowing him there probably were. I was shocked that he said out loud Tim wasnt too good on number 4, he was distracted by every 19 year old that crossed his path ... and 18 year olds ... and 17 year olds, Tim just smiled a cheesy grin and said he hoped i didnt have a birthday coming up. Yep! he might be honest but i guess he was a slut.

Bren had told us appentices that sometimes sex is just a sport, but you didnt want a full time sportsman for a boyfriend.

I could figure out what Tim was getting out of it, even if Bren wasnt 19 he sure looked it and sexy as hell, all Tim had was a big cock, all Bren ever said was he liked being naked around the house. he cooked and cleaned, but Tim had to iron, bet that pissed him off. It was pretty cool there, i could do my own stuff or hang out with them, i liked helping Bren with the cooking. I discovered Tim's porn collection, well actually he pointed at it and said to help myself, plus he had a computer full of stuff, and an icon straight to Nifty, phew! I was spending all Saturday there, except for my league games, They came and watched, Bren cheered for me, Tim cheered for everyone on both sides, I was playing under-20s, said he never realised what he had been misssing out on. he kept offering to be team scrubber in the showers - at least he only said it in front of me, not the whole team thank god. the sofa at Tim's turned into a full time sofa again.

A couple of weeks later, i guess we had been partying harder than usual, and on the Monday at lunch Bren put his head down and fell asleep, everyone was tip toeing around him and I said "Dont worry, he can sleep thru the music and dancing at the club " .... ooops!!!

My so called friend didnt even pause for breath "You been going to the gay club?" Actually that was a statement not a question. The question was "You gay?". This was the middle of the cafe, everyone i worked with was there, and it wasnt a question i had actually answered for myself, but all i could think was that Bren valued honesty above everything else, and i guess i did know the answer, so i just said "Yes". That was when the roof fell in, the sky was plumeting down and a giant hole was opening below me. Actually, nothing happened. Mac just said "Cool. You and Bren doing it?" accompanied by specific hand motions. "No we just dance together sometimes." "So is the club as good as Bren says?" Fuck, what about ME being gay!!!

I guess as far as breaking the ice, there was no ice left after Bren, it seemed one gay boy or two gay boys, no difference. Everyone just went back to eating their lunch.

When Bren eventually woke up and I told him he gave me a hug in front of everyone and said "Damn, Ive been telling everyone that my theory that straight boys dont rub gay boy's arses is wrong." then laughed "Oh! no i havent, i never believed i was wrong for an instant." I asked if i was that obvious. "Not your brain, just your heart." how come now i felt being straight was only a dream, when half an hour before it was my only reality.

I did get to sit at the ladies table sometimes and they are so evil, made the warehouse guys seem like angels in comparrison. And the ladies thought we would make a lovely couple. And fuck, the way they talked about men im not surprised no straight guy ever sat there.

After that Bren and i were still going out clubbing, i would even go on my own when he and Tim had some fancy party to go to, it was good but not as good, tho i didnt have any spare dances. Colt still didnt get lucky, i decided i would rather wait for Bren. i liked getting cuddles, even Tim's cuddles - fuck say it - BJs, blowjobs, suck me til my balls are drained. Tim finally got to touch my prostrate, he said if i didnt like it he would send me a bill and call it a medical examination, i never asked for a bill. He loved to suck me while fingering my prostrate, i loved it too, if i never got more gay than that i would still be a happy chappy. But i did. I always kinda thought that it would be Bren who took my cherry, the way we cuddled sometimes he only had a millimetre to go before he was there. But he said NO. Said if i didnt like it then it would spoil our friendship and also cos it wasnt a good look for the boss to be fucking the apprentice. i dont know why he was worried about the second bit, half the people at work assumed we were doing it, the other half were certain we were doing it. i could kinda see the point of the first. So it was Tim.

With Bren around there was no way i could feel taken advantage of, he made sure i knew exactly what i was doing, he made sure i wanted to do it, he made sure i really wanted to do it, and that if i changed my mind 2 seconds after it began or 2 seconds before it finished that was OK too, fuck the romance this was just sex, he pretty much said that too, he is a real nice guy but sometimes he can be almost brutal. He checked if i wanted him to be there, it hadnt occurred to me he wouldnt be, they certainly werent worried that i was there when they did it so he held my hand, stroked my head and rubbed my shoulders. Tim was real good, probably, how would i know it was my first time, it didnt hurt ... much, hell we used 20 bottles of lube, just sort of tight, and Jesus was coming, i was coming, Tim was coming and Bren was coming. yeah, definitely one of the great things about being gay. Afterwards i just wanted to cuddle up to Bren, deep inside i kinda felt that Tim had taken advantage of me even if it was my idea, he sure got what he wanted and if he had said anything i probably would have thumped him. But it was just sex, great sex so if i was in the mood i said yes, ... how many times is a 19 yo NOT in the mood.

To skip ahead a bit, the first guy i fucked was Bren, and i dont think even he could make a difference between the apprentice fucking the boss and vice versa. So he went the extra millimetre and it was great, really really great, best by far of all my lovers. After that bedtime sure wasnt restful, i had to take naps on the sofa during the day, and even then Tim might wake me up with a blowjob. Talk about the stamina of a 37 yo. i liked licking Bren's nipples (between fucks i mean), it was some time before i gave him a blowjob, my licking just got lower and lower over time until one night i was doing it. We were all versatile so that made for a lot of combinations. And just as well doctors have plenty of free condoms to give away.

It was winter and Bren took Tim to NZ to go skiing, and stay with his family. Bren cant ski, he cant surf or ride a skateboard, he cant ride a bike or even stand on one foot, he says his bad ears cause him to have balance problems. They are all my favourite things, even standing on one foot. Thats crappy for him, but he just laughs it off, not that he has much choice.

Anyway when he came back he was fuming about Tim, said Tim just sat there the whole time and treated his mother like a servant and didnt lift a fucking finger. That was the first time any of us had heard him swear like that, he used the f-word in its proper sense, he didnt say intercourse or sexual congress or stupid things like that, but if he said damn you knew something was seriously wrong. To get on the wrong side of Bren is a feat equivalent to flying to the moon, almost no one on the planet is going to do it, Tim was in deep schtook. Bren just stopped going out with him. We would see him at the club and they still talked, but Tim had lost all priveleges.

So the next Friday night he took me home to Doug's, wow that was weird, tho surely Doug knew about us, nothing happened at work he didnt know about, not that we were fucking at work. Nice house, nice room, he showed me a chest of drawers that was the first piece of furniture he ever designed and made, nothing better than that came out of the factory except for the stuff Bren was making now. How come everyone can start with the same pieces of wood but Bren's finished job looks 10 times better. And Bren's bed was perfect for just two, us two. Actually i preferred it that way.

I didnt meet the family til breakfast Sat morning, Doug slapped me on the back and said to just make myself at home and he hoped i slept well, with a grin that implied he doubted i slept at all, his mother (Doug's wife) made sure we were sitting next to each other, and said i was doubly welcome, especially if i brought Bren with me, took me a while to figure out he hadnt been home for a weekend for a while. he had a younger brother and sister and they were cool. Bren and Shirley cooked, he got me to make the toast, prob to show i had some talent. It was all totally normal, nicer than normal.

I went skateboarding with Toby, he said that was great cos neither Bren nor Brian could do it, we took Gina to the mall, all her girlfriends really love Bren, when she was younger he used to make tiny party cakes for her afternoon teas. Gina asked me if i was Bren's new boyfriend, i said not yet (wishful thinking?) and she was very disappointed and told me very seriously that Bren needed a new boyfriend.

They treated me like one of the family right from the start, tho when we went out Shirley asked if we had condoms, my mother asks if i have clean underwear. I saw her ask Toby once, he went bright red, i dont know if that meant he did have one or didnt have one. I was spending a lot of time there so i tried to do things to help out. I even bought an expensive chocolate cake as my contribution, Doug took me aside and said he knew what an apprentice earned (well he did pay me) and that i should spend my money on enjoying myself and that i was welcome there without any fancy trimmings because i was good for Bren. I did discover Bren's greatest weakness, so it was well worth the price of the cake. He was such a healthy eater i would never have guessed he was prepared to eat the whole cake by himself. After that i became his chocolate cake and he could never get enough. Some nights we didnt even go clubbing.

I finally decided to invite Bren home to meet my family, he warned me that after 2 minutes everyone would realise he was gay and that might reflect on me. 2 minutes, shit 1 minute if they were slow, he isnt obviously gay, he's just gentle, caring, arty, obviously too nice to be straight. he had a t-shirt that said "When i grow up i want to be butch". What made it so funny was that it was never going to happen. he had other great t-shirts too, "Im so hot i need a fireman" "If i said your body was great would you hold it against me", "I cant even think straight", one with a guy skateboarding down a hill that said "between top and bottom", "Carpenters perfer tongue and grove" and "Carpenter: has wood, will nail". When he wore that to work everyone applauded, if a straight guy had worn it the ladies would have torn it to shreds. Of course they never saw the undies that said "If you can read this ... its your lucky day" . Still, a guy could have a gay friend and not be gay, even if i was or invite a workmate home for a meal even if i had never done it before.

I introduced him to my parents and my sister, after 2 minutes my Mum invited him to help her in the kitchen, maybe she had heard all gay guys can cook. My sister told me what they said. The door wasnt even closed before my Mum asked him "Is Jackson gay?" "That's something you should be asking him" "You're the one he stays with every weekend" "We're just friends" " ... more that that" "Cuddly friends" then Mum says "Im a modern woman i know about these things, Ive got nephews .... as long as he is happy. Is he happy?" "Very" and then they got stuck into cooking.

All she said to me later was "If you going to have a boyfriend, make sure he is like Brendan." My Dad just said i could invite Bren back any time. My sister thought he was a hunk and would sleep with him anytime I wasnt.

Well as a certain friend of mine once said "That went well"

Another of Bren's criteria for a boyfriend was he had to be out. I didnt give myself much of a chance with him cos he also said they had to be older. By older he really meant mature and sorted, i guess being around Bren so much made me more sensible, prob all the apprentices were, we avoided some mistakes cos Bren had told us what they were and the consequences. Certainly there were no little Bren's toddling round Melbourne, he supplied us with condoms, via Tim's free supply, and reminded us every Friday to use them. Anyway I guess i hoped that i was going to be mature, we both wanted the same things, and its easy to sound mature when he has thought of everything and you just have to agree.

he is so different, it isnt just being gay or sex, he looks at life totally different from anyone any of us had ever met. he used to bake bread when he was on the farm, now he buys it at the supermarket cos he says having it sliced is really neat. Who ever thinks about bread being sliced, whoever says really neat, or goes for a walk in the park because the grass has just been mowed or looks at the butresses on a building. Of course he wont go near a hospital and thinks he has to hold a plane in the air using the armrests. he brushes his teeth six times a day, cos he hates dentists so much. He has only had one filling and doesnt intend to give them another go.

Doug told me a story about Bren when he was a second year apprentice like i am now. What you need to know is that Bren doesnt like blood, even people talking about it would make Bren go pale, and if he sees a plaster with a dark patch then he goes real pale, so much so guys had stopped kidding him about it cos there was no sport about it, it was a dead cert he was going to go pale and go all quiet, which generally pissed off everyone else cos he is no fun when he is like that. he had done his first aide courses and passed with top marks, he was excellent with CPR, pressure points and bandaging - at least when they were only pretend injuries. Bren said when the instructors told a blood and guts story he would just stare at the buttons on the guy's shirt and didnt "hear" anything until everyone around him looked like they were going to throw up then he knew the story was over. But Bren also had the quickest brain for assessing whats happened and what needs doing. By the time everyone else has focused, he is listing the priority actions and saying who should be doing what.

When they did their course, the final test was simply an assessment of a drawing with three stick men and a car with 2 skid marks. While everyone was figuring they could have done a better picture when they were five years old Bren had it all sussed.

After about 1 second Bren said "I hope the driver has great insurance cos he has just taken out $100 million worth of NBA players."

The lecturer asked why and this is what Bren replied.

"The picture shows a car which has just hit 3 pedestrians. An average car is 2.2m long so comparing them to the car all the guys are over 2m tall. The only place you are going to get 3 random people that tall is if they are Zulu warriors, but they usually walk single file and prob wouldnt be caught unawares by a car anyway or around a basketball venue.

The guy at the top is dead given the angle of his head, must have been a bad landing, nothing we can do for him. the one at the bottom has also been struck a glacing blow and probably has a broken right hip and right leg and needs to be put in recovery on his left side. The one on the middle is a mess, he has been hit with the full force of the car, he has been thrown over 12 metres and probably reached a height of 6m (about a 2 story drop) so as well as hip and leg breakages he probably has internal injuries from the "fall" and maybe neck and head injuries as well, i wouldnt even touch him just clear his breathing and get an air ambulance here asap.

you can see the cracks in the windscreen caused by the passenger not being belted up so he will have face and head injuries, pull him out and put him in recovery, the driver probably has two broken arms, since there is a skid he would have braced himself for the collission, and since the passenger wasnt wearing a seatbelt then he probably wasnt either so he probably has broken ribs and maybe punctured lungs as well, but i wouldnt shift him cos the steering wheel is probably all that keeping him upright enough to breath.

And you may as well call the cops to get the drugs out of the trunk cos they must have been high to be driving so recklessly".

He scored 140% cos his answer was better then the one professionals had spent a month working out. Their driver didnt have broken arms, they didnt call for an air ambulance and didnt factor in the effect of the "fall" or call the cops. Meanwhile the rest of the guys were wondering how you can tell that a stick figure has internal injuries. Bren's brain just sucks in all the facts at a glance and has instant output like a super computer. Bren was put on the work Injury Response Team, because he would have everything worked out before the others had even taken nominations for the chair of the action committee.

God thats a boring bit, if its still here thats cos it took me two hours to type. Guess Bren doesnt joke about people getting maimed and dying, Tho there is not much he takes seriously, he still wonders if a guy in a wheelchair waits while it is serviced. Well he did tell us about a blond guy who Tim saw in ER who has shot off half a finger, Tim said he was trying to commit suicide, well he was blond, he was going to shoot himself in the chest but he has spent years at the gym getting his pecs just right, he was going to shoot himself in the mouth but his teeth had cost thousands, so he put the gun to one ear, and realising it would make a loud noise put his finger in the other ear.

At work Bren became the safety nazi, he only needs one glance to see if someone is putting himself in danger. And even tho he was only a 2nd yr apprentice, which is just one step up from doggy doo on the bottom of your shoe, he would front up to anyone and tell them what was wrong. Not that he was officious, his main argurment was "I dont care if you chop off your arms at the shoulders but are you going to clean up the mess? NO!!! its going to be me and i hate blood!" And so all those macho guys who considered it sissy to jump out of a plane with a parachute, would put on their safety visors and replace safety shields so Bren didnt have to clean up their blood. They could do the kid a favour without compromising their macho-ness.

One day Bren was walking thru the factory, and before he finished his second step he detoured to a machine and pushed the emergency stop button, which stops the machine and sounds a hooter. Guys often push them so little hoots going off dont cause any concern, but if you hold the button down the hooter continues and the longer you hold it the faster the factory manager comes running. Bren held it til the manager was at a brisk walk.

The manager said "Whats the matter, Tony?"

Bren answered, obviously forgetting the fact that apprentices dont speak until spoken to. "Its not safe to cut that component on this machine, it should be that one".

The manager was stuck between a rotting mould and a smelly fungus, since Bren was right.

"How did you know what he was cutting?"

Bren's reply "We made an office cabinet with the swing down drawer about six month's ago and i saw a pair then, and its the only component we make that has that shaped curve."

"So you saw it once six month's ago and remembered the exact curve?"

"Yes, its quite distinctive, its obvious really!"

The manager said "If I tell Doug what a smart arse kid he'd got he will just go all proud on me" and gave Bren a gentle cuff on the head.

"No, he'll just be pleased im not putting a bag of human bits on his desk"

"Tony, shift it over to the Dillon Saw. Do you know the cuts?"

"I'll look it up"

"Do you know the cuts Bren?" assuming the smart arse kid wouldnt.

Bren spent half a second staring at the pattern and said "Yep!"

"Fuck, I'd be worried about my job if i didnt know Blue already has you lined up on his. You can help Tony for the rest of the morning so he gets caught up. And Tony, do the cuts the kid tells you, if the book says something different, it will be wrong."

If I walked thru the factory tomorrow, say 20 seconds to get from one side to the other, i prob couldnt even tell you how many guys were working there, and definitely no chance that i would recognise what they were working on and i didnt even know we made fold down drawers. Anyway just another example of how quick Bren's brain works.

He had lunch with the factory guys, they scoffed their meat pies and steak sandwiches while Bren ate his salad with sliced chicken breast done cajun style. The guys knew that if they retired with all 10 fingers it would be nine tenths thanks to Bren.

At last .... the story ....

Even with Bren the safety nazi around accidents can still happen, one day one of the warehousemen was pulling down a section of kitchen bench. Most pieces join at a corner so the ends are cut at 45 degrees and are very pointy, like a spear. The piece was stuck so the guy stood in front and pulled, it was a big pull and not much stick, he tumbled over and the pointy bit went thru his chest and pinned him to the floor. Splat! Blood everywhere.

Someone sounded the main alarm, two blasts for an injury - the receptionist calls the ambulance and the injury team drop everything and come running and everyone else runs around shouting "the warehouse, the warehouse" so they know where to go. (one blast for fire cos you dont want to be hanging around for a second blast in a room where everything is flameable and half of that is coated in accelerants). Bren was the last to respond cos someone has to tell him the alarm has sounded (they've added flashing lights for him now). So he comes running round the corner, sees everything in a flash the way he always does, he doesnt just turn pale at the sight of blood splashed all over the place, they say his eyes rolled up til there was just white and he fainted while still running, and ran face first into the concrete floor, not even putting out his arms.

He woke up briefly to say "Dont move it, cut off the bulk, order a new one, dont get sawdust in the wound" and then passed out again.

When the ambulance arrived one guy had to look after Bren, he put a neck brace on, and loaded him into the ambulance. They said he was just waking up when they loaded Dobby and passed out again when he saw the blood bubbling up from Dobby's punctured lung.

When Doug finally got to the hospital, Dobby was already in surgery, nothing they couldnt fix, just messy, Brian arrived and they went looking for Bren who was in the ER, still out and with a nurse sitting with him. She said they were waiting for the neurologist as they suspected brain damage, Bren had been sedated because he wasnt reacting to any of their questions and was trying to to get away. Brian pulled out hearing aids, suggesting that might help, he also asked if Tim Stone was on duty cos he knew Bren and would be able to help with the assessment. The nurse raised her eyebrow when Brian said Tim was Bren's personal physician.

Brian added "Bren is MY boyfriend, Tim is just his friend"

And the nurse laughed "Dr Stone wouldnt like that" and went to find him.

Dr Tim came storming into the room, "Did that thug try and beat up Bren? I'll go shove that block of wood thru his spine and finish off what Bren started." he calmed down after the seperate accidents were explained.

"I saw them arrive and thought I recognised the body, but his face was covered with gauze, and contrary to rumour i do need to see peoples faces to recognise then - if they are dressed anyway. This is almost how i met Bren, some gay basher attacked Bren, got in one punch to the face and Bren hit back and in half a second had him flying down the steps at the club, he bounced on the footpath and started bleeding from his nose and mouth and Bren fainted." [Bren is amazingly strong, having spent half his life pushing around 1 tonne cows during milking.]

Tim continued "He is the quintessential gay hero - takes out the bad guy and then faints, they still talk about it, tho now it seems he took out a gang of 10 with chains and knives. So they carried Bren into the club. There were 17 doctors attending if you count the gynecologists, there was a dispute between the senior pediatrician and myself as senior ER, but once Brian said he was over 18 it was my lucky day." He was checking Bren's face and chart while he was talking. "So im guessing it would go like this, his face was covered in gauze, when he woke up one sniff would tell him he was in hospital, he is more than a bit phobic about blood, needles and ,God forbid, doctors so he goes into anxiety overload, he cant hear, cant see, and people are holding him down, so claustrophobia kicks in as well, and the usual diagnosis would be a nutter that needs sedating."

Tim continued "Im sure My Boyle's offer of a new face still stands, but i think everything will heal the old fashioned way without scars. And the solution to all the other problems is to discharge him immediately. .... No nurse, before he wakes up. In this particular case i will override protocol. We will strap him into Brian's car and I will come over after my shift ends and check up on him, and i will bring him some pills because he is going to have a headache for a week, and a pair of shiners to make a Panda jealous. And even Bren will be happy to take these pills without Brian having to hide them in his food.

Doug asked "How does he cope with you being a doctor, Dr Stone".

Tim laughed "I think he pretends im a plumber and my stethescope is a hearing aide without batteries, and spfttt for my 15 years of intensive medical training."

So Bren is off the Injury Team unless its a no blood accident, tho whats the chance of that.

Doug says it is the flip side of genius, it doesnt matter how weird Bren is about anything people are always going to be queueing at his door for designs and the more phobias he has is just more proof of his greatness.

How can a guy who can recognise every building in the city, knows who designed it and how it was constructed be worried about getting lost!!! He has a mate at the city planning office and he reads building files just for the pleasure of it. Bren thinks they should let him borrow files like at a public library.

Weird is interesting , right???

Back to the present day, Bren and I had been friends with privileges for a couple of months, not that anyone else was getting privileges from either of us, maybe Colt might get lucky one day, but at the end of a night of dancing it was always the same decision and Colt was a distant second, Bren was always cool about me having a choice, and would always welcome me back as long as i was safe and shared the full details. He was open to Colt coming home with us both, but not to Doug's, that would be one boy too many for breakfast, and i hadnt even had Bren to stay at my place, tho he was becoming a regular for Sunday lunch.

One day Bren got a special job, the special part is the total absence of paperwork. Some guy was renovating and wanted an authentic looking 19th century kitchen and had contacted Bren directly to do the design, construction and installation. Doug was cool with it, it wasnt taking a job he would otherwise have got, Bren got to use the facilities and settled up with Doug for the materials. He got me to help him. He is very conscientious about completing his normal work hours, so the work was done after hours, Bren starts at 7:00 and finishes at 6:00 pm, same hours as Doug, Im not sure i ever want to be the boss, i havent finished jerking off by the time Bren is at work, i find 8 to 5 plenty long enough. the work had to be done after the ordinary day was over so we both stayed til 8pm. At Doug's dinner is at 7:00 and if you are not there you get your own which is no real problem for Bren, but my Mum has a meal ready for the workers when they get home and said she may as well cook for two as one, so Bren came home with me. The first night Bren was ready to fall asleep on his feet and my Mum just said to put him to bed in my room, and there is only one double bed. I hadnt even planned it.

Bren had to be at work by 7:00, but i didnt need to jerk off so i wasnt too grumpy, and i put an extra hour into the special kitchen, Bren supervised, he is really great, he explains what to do and why you are doing it without making you feel dumb, and answers dumb questions like only me or Einstein would have thought of them. And on the dot of 8:00 i was ready for my ordinary day job. On the friday we got Chinese takeaways and went back to Doug's, he had enough for about eight, the family had just finished the dishes but they sat down again and helped us finish it all off, you would have thought the two kids hadnt eaten all day - there was none left over for breakfast. We didnt even go dancing that night, and i decided i needed to get a bigger bed, his was so much more comfortable. This went on for a month. On the Monday Bren gave my Mum half a dozen bags of groceries, if she was cooking for him then he said he could at least pay for the groceries. She gave him an extra big kiss and said to me "I told you he would be perfect."

After the first week Doug came and inspected the job, and was suitably impressed, said to keep a track of my hours so he could adjust my apprentice tally. It was almost 100 hours, and the target is 6,000 hours so a sizeable bonus.

When we did the installation, we cleared out the old kitchen on the Friday night, we had only been working 10 minutes before Bren took off his t-shirt, you could see the old guy really enjoyed watching a half naked Bren, so i thought what the hell and took mine off as well, Bren just smiled a big cheesy grin at me, and the guy couldnt decide which of us to watch. I guess teasing can be fun for everyone, and i had to agree with Bren on the way home that knowing the guy was probably jerking off right now thinking about us was a turn on, it took us a long time to finish our shower that night.

On the Saturday we planed to be finished in time to have a quick shower at the factory and change to go out for dinner with a couple of his friends. I guess im a bit of an exhibitionist. I remembered to show off a bit of butt crack and wondered how hard the guy was getting, tho he was probably stiff all day, it gave me a hard-on showing off, so i would occassionally stretch and make sure he saw my cock straining against my shorts. Bren didnt miss any of the performance and just kept licking his lips, i knew what he had planned for later. We ran a little overtime and instead of spending 10min driving each way to the factory Bren asked if we could use Murray's shower, like that wasnt a dream come true. So Bren got him to show us where it was and just started undressing while they were still talking, and suggested we could save some more time if i showered with him. Well it turns out im a big fat show off, i stripped off and let Murray look at my cock sticking out at a right angle, Bren gave it a tug and dragged me into the shower still holding onto my cock. Bren kept talking to Murray, told him he would have to stand closer to the glass door so he would read his lips. Bren has lube and condoms in his wash-bag, the shower is our second favourite place for sex, and we had hardly got wet before he pulled out the sex stuff and was lubing my arse and stuffing his cock into me, my stiff cock was bouncing all over the place and he wasnt touching it so i knew what was expected of me in the near future. I just about forgot about Murray except his face was pressed hard against the glass and his hand was rubbing his cock thru his pants. Bren must have been real horny cos it only took a minute before he was screaming and just about lifting me off the floor as he shot his load. He barely had time to recover before he was bent over with his arse towards the door fingering lube into his own hole waiting for me to dress for my performance, he turned enough so Murray could see my cock pushing at Bren's tight pink hole, the head popping thru his spincture and and rest of my throbber sliding slowly in and out, the way Bren likes it. I dont know why having someone watch made it seem so much more sexy and nasty but it sure did, i guess i started with threesomes and hadnt really appreciated what an extra turn on it is. So Murray had his pants down and was pounding his cock, sliding it on the glass, i suspose to give us a show, so when he began spurting cum all over the glass door, that was enough to set me off, which is odd cos i was fucking the sexiest guy on the planet, anyhow it was my turn to scream and pump bursts of boy juice as far up Bren's love chute as the rubber would allow.

We finished washing each other while we recovered. When we got out Murray had his pants back on, Bren asked him to dry his back and he dried mine plus all the rest of me, so Murray just did the same and dried all of Bren. The guy was still bright pink for the shower episode, i wasnt sure his heart was going to cope with getting to touch Bren all over. At least Bren was an expert at CPR. Bren didnt rush to get dressed, he brushed his teeth so i did mine too, Murray had collapsed on the toilet, so exhausted he could hardly keep his head up to stare at our cocks. Murray jokingly suggested he didnt like the new kitchen and would have to order another one. Bren said that he should try it out first, maybe invite us both over for a meal one night after work if he didnt mind us being a bit smelly, tho of course he might let us use his shower again - we could have had free food for the rest of our lives.

When we left he handed Bren a brown paper bag and Bren gave him a kiss, so i did too, Murray wasnt like Tim he didnt chase young guys 40 years his junior, but he obviously appreciated the chance to share in a bit of teasing. And he was almost as good a cook as Bren.

When we got to the car Bren reached in the brown paper bag and pulled out something and threw it at me, it was a fold of $100 notes, thats 10 notes making a thousand dollars, he called it play money. I guess i looked a bit disappointed, i was expecting a bit more for 100 hours labour, maybe even twice as much. Nothing much gets by Bren.

"Do you need more? i thought it would take you a month to spend that, i was going to put the rest with my accountant and earn you some interest."

Fuck now i felt guilty for thinking he was ripping me off. I didnt know what to say, i couldn't say sorry and confirm i was an ungrateful arsehole. So i said "You got an accountant?" Which was a genuine question, cos, you know, guys our age are all looking for an accountant - preferably one who isnt going to smash our piggybank getting the money out.

"Yes, he looks after all the extra money i earn and invests it to make even more money. Better than a bank, i was going to give you his card and you just ring him up when you want some of the money put into your bank account - but dont shift less than a $1000, he doesnt like amounts that dont have 3 zeros on the end."

I had to know "How much?"

"Well i will take 8 for Doug for materials, and then split the rest 50:50 so i was going to put $5,000 with Arien for you"

I couldnt believe my ears, "Im not worth that." if i had twenty bucks left in my wallet when the next payday arrived i felt well off, i had never held this much money in my life and now Bren was saying i had more money than i ever dreamed of waiting at the end of the phone. I sincerely wanted him to take some of it back, in fact all of it, what i had in my hand was plenty. Bren insisted it was fair, and then started saying because i had put in twice as many hours as he had i should get more, i knew he was teasing, well i hoped he was teasing, i ended the conversation as quickly as possible in case he really decided to do it. I never realised having money was so stressful, i felt exhausted.

"How much have you got?" OH MY GOD!!! who said that, surely it didnt come out of my mouth. I tried to take it back, but Bren wasnt offended, he was giving me the gory details.

"There's the design commissions, 100 for the kitchens and 20 for other stuff, commission for kitchens i sell, thats about 40, i generally save 500 to a thousand of my pay each week so thats another 40 say, that makes 200k per year before the taxman gets his cut and then there is the outdoor furniture."

"Outdoor furniture is only about half a mill per year, your commission would only be 5k." How quickly we get used to being rich, i never used to say ONLY 5k before tonight.

Bren just smiled "That half mill is what I pay Doug to make and store the outdoor furniture, i own all that stock and have agents who sell it to stores for the summer season. It just started as a way to use slack time in the factory and i made a couple of bucks out of it. Now i make more than a couple of bucks"

"you must be almost a millionaire" I felt like i should curtsey or something

"well technically, the trust is a millionaire and will be a multi-millionaire by the end of next year. of course its got a ten million dollar bill coming up when Doug retires so i still think of it as nine million short. Im just a joiner who doodles. Dont think about it, I dont."

Bren threw the brown paper bag at me and said "If you want more play money help yourself."

The bag was really heavy, i had already exhausted my brain cells capable of maths so i had no idea how much was in it ... a lot. Dinner was great and i was able to pay for Bren and my share. I hardly noticed the waiters, God i was getting used to them too.

Bren told me he arrived in Australia less than 4 years ago with $3,000 and he still has most of that. the only reason he is buying the business is so that he has somewhere to doodle and can make any furniture that takes his fancy. I met Arien, he is dutch, do i need to say more, well i s'pose he could have been Jewish too!! Bren is never going to be poor. But even without any money he would never feel poor. He just doesnt care .... really weird.

Not long after that Bren's mother came for a visit from NZ, he even took a day off work to go shopping with her, boy he must really love her. On the Thursday she and Doug's wife Shirley arrived at the factory around afternoon tea time, they actually get along really well and Bren's mum (Mrs O or Libby depending on how well you know her) came and had a cup of tea in the cafe. She is a real classy lady, even the guys who would let a swing door slam into their own mother's face would have held the door for her, you could see where Bren gets his charm, she greeted lots of guys by name, paused to chat with a couple of guys and by the time she got to the counter Magda the tea lady (EXCUSE ME, the cafeteria manager) had a pot of tea, a cup and saucer and a tray ready, I didnt know we owned any of those.

Mrs O picked out a couple of cakes and said

"Put them on Dougy's account". The last one to try that was the Queen and she didnt get away with it.

Magda just says "Of course Mrs O, and lovely to see you again"

The rest of us have to sign over our first born child to get a dollar credit. Even Doug's kids pay, that is the way in this part of Aus, Bren says we are an egalitarian society, he knows lots of words, well he cant watch TV, movies or listen to CDs, it's a fancy name for everyone is equal. Same rules for every one, even tho we all know there is only one person who decides what the rules are going to be. Im sure Dougy did pay even tho it went from his pocket and into the till and back into his pocket at the end of the day.

She joined Bren at the "young ones" table, the general term for the guys qualified less than five years, technically Bren is still a junior member, a bit of a quandry for the senior guy who works in Bren's department. Their table is next to the apprentice table which is next to the toilet door, personally i find that very convenient.

She knew all the guys pretty well, especially Nick Popo, i spos cos he is Bren's mate and they started their apprenticeship together.

"You are looking more handsome than ever" says Mrs O to Nick then she was asking about his love life. he now had a greek girlfriend - i knew what that meant - his bachelor days were numbered. The greek mothers had agreed and you got one date to pass otherwise you were as good as engaged. They had been dating for six months, thats bad news for Nick, there were going to be questions about whether he should be dating her brother, an official greek engagement is announced by the doctor when he confirms the bride-to-be is expecting usually well within 6 months, the wedding is three or four weeks later.

Mrs O says to Nick "I spos you wont be able to come and visit me tomorrow night"

Nick said "Sure i can, Nina can go out with her girlfriends. I love playing with you"

Mrs O "You are my favourite partner, darling. You always have such great hands"

Was I the only one hearing this, Bren's Mum was making a date with Bren's mate and no one seemed to notice, or think it was something that should have been done discretely. Bren gives Nick a high five and says "you're going down buddy".

I wasnt the only one at our table looking shocked. Bren brought his mother over to our table, she had met Chris and Ivan once just before Bren left, asked little Mikey and Justin how they were enjoying their jobs.

When she was introduced to Mac she said " Oh Bren has told me about you. He says you want to have 200 girlfriends" that made us all giggle "Ive got a cousin with a sheep farm who might be able to help". That got a hoot from us and made Mac turn red, no mean feat. She continued "He has two daughters about your age that are always looking for dates, sometimes they both date the same guy at the same time." You could see where Bren got his sense of humour, well it was always clear it never came from Doug, and like with Bren you ended up not knowing if she was serious or just yanking your chain.

Then Bren introduced me, and she said "I knew it had to be you, i could tell from the looks between you and Brendan. He's told me all about you, nice, fun to be with, great dancer and cuddly in bed. he forgot to mention you are such a handsome young man. I hope you are going to be joining us to play 500 tomorrow night, Brendan says you are quite a card shark too."

I dont know if i was blushing cos of the compliments or what i thought was going on with Nick. Fortunately it was no secret the boss was fucking the apprentice, not that they got details. On reflection i decided Nick would have been a lucky guy either way.

So cards on Friday night was it. Mrs O insisted i call her Libby, she said since i already knew all of Bren intimately then i already knew half of her, and that anyone who knew her so well could only call her Libby. She has the same warped logic as Bren, I liked her a lot.

She was staying at the Crown Promenade, i had never even been inside a fancy hotel and this was one of the fanciest right in the middle of town. We went straight from work, Bren said hotel showers are way better than the work one. I was too embarrased to walk in the front door in my work clothes, Bren said just walk in like you own the place, and he and Nick did just that, i think the only reason i wasnt booted out was cos i was obviously with them and they might own the place, knowing Bren he might actually buy the place so he has somewhere to shower if he is in the city. the lift went up forever, the room had a great view over the river and the main city, a separate bedroom and a lounge about the same size as my home, tho the furniture was probably 20 years more recent, almost everything in our house was a wedding present. There was a proper card table, four chairs and four side tables for your drinks and whatever. Libby gave us all a kiss, and set Nick to opening the champagne, Bren headed to the shower and asked Nick if he was going to join us or wait. Nick laughed and said it would be impolite to let the lady drink alone. The shower was a wonder, 5 heads that could be set to massage plus Bren massaging me and i was prepared to forget the cards and stay all night in the shower. Not even a sign of lube, tho Bren kissed my neck and played with my nipples enough to make me horny all night, hardly a good strategy if we were going to win the cards.

I was nice to be in my good clothes and smelling sweet, i felt much more comfortable. We swapped over with Nick, Bren poured champagne for us, just half a glass for him and topped up his mother's glass - a much better strategy.

Libby was telling me about Bren growing up, some of those stories parents save up to embarrass their kids with later in life. Bren was born absolutely tone deaf, couldnt distinguish notes ten octaves apart so they kept checking his hearing, the first detected loss was at five, 50% gone by 14 and a steady decline since then. He only learned one song, "Twinkle twinkle little star" but he couldnt make his voice go up and down so he would go up on his toes for the high notes and crouch for the low notes - while singing in a monotone. Everyone loved his performance. His slightly older brother Jake taught him that, Jake also taught him to modulate his voice so he had an upper, middle and lower tone. I couldnt figure out why Bren was blushing red, that seemed a really good thing.

Libby laughed and said the deed was done before they found out how Jake did that, he would squeeze Brens balls until he squealed and kept doing it til Bren learned how to squeal without the ball torture, and then he pulled Bren's balls down til he learned to make a lower tone. And then used hand signals to teach Bren by rote the way to modulate phrases. They both had tears in their eyes, tho im not sure Bren's were from laughter. I was certainly feeling sympathic pain on Bren's behalf. It had never occurred to me that Bren didnt speak in that flat way some deaf people do when you see them on TV.

Nick returned, he cerainly did spruce up mighty fine, i wondered how many showers he and Bren had taken together. He wasnt on Bren's list of sexual partners, but then i wasnt including Murray on my list, it seems to me its hard to pin down exactly what sex is. You can fuck a girl in the butt and she is still a virgin, so did you have sex? i wouldnt object if Nick joined us in the shower.

We were waiting for some snacks to arrive, something to keep up our strength til dinner. Finally a knock at the door and a waiter came in with a trolley loaded with food, i thought they had forgotten the snacks and delivered dinner. No just snacks, perhaps dinner wasnt til tomorrow night.

The waiter turned out to be a steward, still as gay as a Mardi Gras float, his name was Bernard, (not Bernid but Bernaaaaaard).

"Are you looking after me tonight, Bernard?"

"Yes ma'am, managers orders"

"Oh i must thank Georgio again, ive already told him what an excellent job you do" and she continued to the rest of us, "Why should i put up with grumpy old men, when i can have a delightfully efficient young man."

She introduced us to Bernard, "My son Brendan, his boyfriend Jackson ... "

Bren gave a grunt of disapproval, his mother chided him "Oh Brendanbaby, stop thinking with your head and think with your heart!"

She amended " ... this is his friend Jackson, who he has just had a shower with, and this is his friend Nick who he hasnt had a shower with. Oh, and Brendan is deaf, so try to approach from the side where he can see you and just touch his arm to get his attention"

"Of course Mrs O, all your guests will get my best service and extra special service for Mr O"

Yes, im sure Bernaaaard was willing to offer Bren every possible special service. Just as well i didnt get jealous or we wouldnt be able to eat out anywhere.

Libby offered more champers, beers in the fridge or cocktails from the downstairs bar, Nick asked for a TKO, it sounded pretty lethal (Tequilla, Kahlua and Ouzo) but what greek boy could resist Ouzo, i asked if i could have one too.

"Of course, darling Jackson, anything i can give you would make me very happy, you are already one of my favourites"

Boy she could be a greek mother, subtle as a wreaking ball at making her wishes known.

Bernard was dispatched to get the drinks and more champagne for Bren and his mother. We got stuck into the snacks, I had never had crayfish before, and a single prawn would fill up a plate, by the time Bernard was back we were restocking our plates and settling down for the cards. Bernard served the champagne to Libby, and correctly touched Bren's arm to see if he wanted any, half a glass, then served the drinks to Nick and myself, he touched me on the arm to tell me it had arrived. I playfully spanked him on the butt and he squealed like a girl, I told him i wasnt deaf.

"Im very sorry Mr Jackson, i will try not to forget ... too often."

Everyone laughed, and i decided he was providing excellent service.

he checked the food was being kept warm, cleaned up the bathroom and took away the used glasses. We just needed to call if we required anything.

We got down to serious card playing, the price of the champagne was at stake.

We would play eight hands then stop for a food break, the competition was intense but we were all having great fun, i could say very civilised, but decadent would be a better description.

The TKO was like an aniseed flavoured milk shake, yum-meeeee. We phoned for Bernard to bring another round, plus a jug of iced water for Bren. His Mum was saying he should stick to champagne, not that she was trying to get him drunk, just mellow - she said we all knew it would effect his balance (well i knew now), but he was among friends and family and we would just help when needed. So he had another half glass of champers, i guess it must be embarrassing to be staggering way before you are the slightest bit drunk. He got funnier and giggly, it thought he was wonderfully loveable. We brough his food to the table so he didnt have to stand up.

Bernard brought the drinks, and stayed to make finger food from the platters and serve it round the table, Libby said she thought the last piece of fish might have been a bit chewy and insisted that Bernard had to sample everything to make sure it was up to standard. And maybe the champers was getting flat, would he sample that as well. He stayed in constant attendance after that, serving food, filling drinks and taking over hands if someone needed to go to the toilet. He helped me take Bren to the loo, Bren needed someone either side to stay up straight, but he was mellow not drunk, fortunately he thought it was amusing. he asked Bernard to undo his zip, i slapped away Bernard's hand and provided that special service myself, it didnt stop Bernard from taking a good look tho. perhaps i should have let him, and then counted how many times he shook Bren's dick to get the last drop off, the odds on less than 100 are quite low.

By the time the platter was emptied, Bernard was feeding us three guys straight off the toothpicks - so we didnt get greasy fingers and spoil the cards. Such extra-ordinary service. Libby managed to feed herself without getting greasy fingers - just shows what a refined lady she is.

He got another round of drinks from the bar and brought back restaurant menus. I was thinking it is a bit misleading to call those drinks milkshakes, they should come with a warning. But really yum-meeee.

We made our choices from the menu, not that i was sure if i could actually fit more than a mouthfull in, maybe if i pretended the seafood was just a large entree i might manage two mouthfulls. We all had steaks of some sort, Libby asked Bernard what he recommended and ordered two, wow she must be really hungry. And very sensible cos she got Bernard to bring an extra set of cutlery in case someone dropped something - probably me.

A few more hands of 500 and Bernard was back with the food, Libby decided she couldnt eat two and that Bernard might as well eat it, it was lucky we had the extra cutlery. the meal was great, and having the waiter sitting at the table was extra convenient, and he had lots of funny stories about the hotel. I wouldnt have thought Bren could be more laid back than he was usually, but the extra drinks just made him relaxed and funnier than ever. And no-one cared that he couldnt stand up.

there was more eating than playing cards. I even managed a dessert. At midnight Bernard was on overtime, but was happy to continue working, i think overtime is great too. a while later there was a knock at the door and it was Nina, Libby had booked a room for Nick, since she didnt want him driving home and she hoped that the wedding might only be 7 or 8 weeks away with a little luck. Bren and i were to sleep in her bed and she would have the spare bed in the lounge. We packed up, somehow we had lost track of the score, but she was sure Bren and i had won. It must have been all those 10 No Trump bids i had been making. Bernard cleaned up and took the mess away, clocked off and came back for a nightcap.

He had to help me get Bren to the bed, when Bren was laid out on his back he grabed my hand and Bernard's hand and held them on his chest and asked me if i minded Bernie helping to undress him. I wasnt too drunk to realise Bren wouldnt do anything without me agreeing first, and, well, im just a big fat showoff. So Bernard and i did a slow strip tease on Bren and our own clothes somehow dissappeared as well. Bernard thought he was a total bottom, tho by morning he had discovered some of the merits of being versatile.

Libby was pleased to see Bernard at breakfast, said she admired the freedom we young people had. Nick and Nina joined us for breakfast as well, they had obviously done their best to get the wedding plans moving.

The next night after we got home from the club we were snuggled up in bed and Bren said he was planning to buy a house, and asked if i wanted to shift in with him and if I wanted to be his boyfriend cos he loves me and hopes i might love him. As interesting as he is, he can be real dense sometimes too.

Thanks for reading, Jax

P.S. Bren says he cant think of anyone else i could offend, he's strange too sometimes.

Bren Paradoxes

A few more thoughts from Bren, nothing much worth lowering your zip for.

Bren had told us how easy it is for gay guys to find someone to have sex with, at least in big cities. There were places where horny guys go to meet other horny guys, you dont even need to introduce yourself, just drop your pants and go for it, that is if you are even wearing pants, there are saunas where guys wander around naked looking for sex. That was another advantage of being gay, every guy can do it with every other guy if they both want. If there were a straight equivalent, you would have to avoid the guys while looking for the chicks. We all knew about public toilets, but never believed it was as easy as he said. In bars if the guy accepted a drink that was pretty much a cert, tho half the time you were wasting money and time if you bothered with the drink.

If a girl will let you touch her in under a month she is probably the town bike, and you waste a lot of time and money without a guarantee of getting to the good stuff, even then they want a week off every month, but you still gotta take them out.

Bren reckons that a total slut bottom could probably average 10 guys a night, thats three and a half thousand per year (if his mother visits for two weeks!!!), no wonder they dont bother with names.

Bren had his first sexual experience with Brian just before his 19th birthday, he was telling me this not all the apprentices, about 4 years ago. So if he has been with less than 14,000 guys he is less than a total slut. Well i knew that, but he is no saint, he gets real horny and enjoys sex, and i would guess there are more than 14,000 guys who would want to have sex with him. If he bent over at the club he could probably have 500 loads before he straightened up. Not that i had been sitting around giving it any thought, too busy enjoying the benefits of being loved and fucked by the same guy, but i would never have thought of the figure that he told me. He talked about it not as a confession but because it was part of his life and he wanted to share everything with me. he has a policy of 'no regrets', you cant change what is already done, you live with the consequences and learn from it whether it was good or bad. So i was totally shocked when he said the total number of guys that he had been with including me was ten. Fuck, i had been with four girls and 2 guys and was still 19. And Bernard now makes that plus 1.

Bren and Brian

Brian was four year older than Bren. He had an almost boyfriend his last year at secondary school, but the other kid commited suicide when his family found out he was gay. Brian never recovered, ever, he was almost 23 when he met Bren, hadnt taken his nose out of his books in all that time, so Bren's first time was also Brian's first time, Bren loved with all his heart, Brian loved as best he could, which was a lot, Bren loved all sex, Brian hated being a bottom, it only happened once, Bren coped, Brian drank. They were happy most of the time, but when Brian's 3 year contract at Monash finished he was moving on to MIT and Bren was staying. Somehow arranging an amicable breakup two years in advance seems just the thing Bren would do. he would still cry when it happened. And whatever was planned for the future at the time Brian died Bren was 100% committed and was totally devastated.

Bren's first threesome was with Brian and a bottom guy, not that Brian would ever consider fucking anyone but Bren, but he didnt think Bren should miss out on being a top just cos he wasnt up for it. In fact Brian got so turned on by Bren fucking the guy that he was soon humping Bren while Bren was humping the guy on the bottom. That happened one more time when they were on holiday in Sydney.

Brian's best friend in Melbourne was Dave, and Dave's boyfriend Bruce was Bren's best friend, Brian and Dave would go out drinking leaving Bren and Bruce at home with nothing to do, Bruce was a sub type guy, Bren said he would have liked to butch him up but it wasnt in his nature. Anyone who needed to be butched up by Bren definitely wasnt going to make it. Bruce liked to please his friend so would give Bren long massages, and massages end up where they always end up - oily sex. Bruce was a total bottom, very talented Bren says, he would ride Bren's cock for an hour or more. When Brian and Dave got home they would find Bruce and Bren asleep in bed and act outraged and punish the two errant boys by fucking them hard, for Bren and Brian it was a silly game, for Bruce and Dave a very serious game, even tho it happened every week for almost two years. It was never a foursome, it was two twosomes side by side.

Before Brian shifted over from NZ Bren had gone on holiday with Bruce and Dave (Their initials are B&D how appropriate) to a nude gay beach, Brian had told him to take lube and condoms, tho it took him 10 days to figure out why Brian had suggested that. He had been too busy watching the surfers and only vagely wondered why so many guys were wandering off into the bush. One hot day he decided it would be cooler in the bush ... it was hot. He hooked up with a couple of young guys who wanted their arses fanned from the inside. When he told Brian about them later, Bren got his arse fanned from the inside by a smiling boyfriend.

Thats 5 of the 10, the other 5 are post Brian.

Bren says even if Brian hadnt died we would have met up. he loved Brian with all his heart but Brian never made him as happy as i make him now, he loves me with all his heart but being happy is what will make it last. he has given me 5 years notice of our possible breakup date, he says the person we are at 25 is different from the person we are at 19, so round my 25th birthday we will decide if we are getting married, or look at other alternatives. Of course he has also told me im retiring at 47 when he is 50, he thinks we should visit my ancestral village in Greece and anywhere else we fancy. I suppose that will include his list of the top 1000 buildings in the world.

The other 5

The last two are Tim and I, no more to say there. The one before that was when he got back to Melbourne and was feeling lonely and went to a sauna, he met a couple of guys but only got fucked by one, it didnt make him fell less lonely, he said at least when he jerks off he still has his hand to talk to afterwards. He was lonely cos he had been back to that gay beach and meet a guy named Keiran and spent a week with him til Keiran had to leave. The didnt even swap addresses.

And that leaves number 6, wow. Number 6 is his current best friend, a best friend is someone you can tell everything to about your boyfriend, his name is Mike. He met him in the Solomons and stayed with him for three months in Brisbane of the way back to Melbourne. Mike loves Bren, he loves being with Bren and loves sex with Bren, Bren loves Mike, loves being with Mike and loves sex with Mike. All the things a boyfriend really wants to hear. When they are together its one big gay two person orgy and they are totally happy for a week and then Mike gets an irresistable urge to return to the straight world, cos he is straight and his stated goal is to satisfy all the unsatisfied married women in Brisbane. Phew!!! he is straight and he is in Brisbane, tho im not sure 2000 kilometers is far enough away for my liking.

It all started when Mike met this woman who wouldnt have sex with him cos he didnt know what it was like to be fucked and hence couldnt really satisfy a woman, so Mike begged Bren to take his cherry, not that you would think it would take much to convince Bren, who had been jerking off for the best part of a year thinking about Mike. But Bren is funny that way, it was another " will fucking ruin our friendship" situation. Anyhow Mike must have come up with better arguments than me, so with his cherry popped he got the girl, and then he decided the thing with Bren was actually pretty good. It the kind of bizarre situation that Bren seems to cope with, some days Mike is gay and the two of them fuck like bunnies, and other days Mike is straight and they are best friends. Bren is the only guy Mike is interested in, not the slightest interest in any other guy. Bren is booked to be his best man when he gets married - he hasnt even got a steady girlfriend. I wonder what kind of stag party it is going to be.

How do i feel? i dont know. I know absolutely that Bren should have his best friend and if they fucked every minute for a week Bren wouldnt love me one jot less but he wouldnt do it if i had any reservations, I wouldnt be happy if i said no, would i be happy if i said yes, fuck would i be happier if i became a monk. Bren would support me what ever makes me happiest even if its going off with another guy, and i guess that is the answer, whatever makes him happiest.

In the end Bren came up with the solution, he told Mike i wasnt getting out of our bed and he had better like me or else nothing. I should have known Bren's best friend would be a great guy and it took 5 seconds for us to become friends with privileges, I could cope with a threesome, hell its the next best thing to a twosome, Mike was a fast learner. So thats another plus 1 for me. Mike says it is a bit dodgy for a straight boy to have one boyfriend, now he has two. Maybe he is bi.