The Gus Diaries

Part 131

March Madness
 

The Marriott is amazing! I remembered seeing this place when I was in New York City with my dads but we never stayed here. We’d stayed at these ultra-chic places my dads liked. Dad said the Marriott is always too crowded with typical tourists, but I don’t care. It’s totally cool!

Riding to New York was pretty uneventful, except I nearly died when I happened to glance toward the back of the bus and saw Dad and Pop kissing. Thank goodness they stopped before they really started to make out! I can’t leave those two alone for more than ten minutes without them gnawing at each other. Damn! You’d think at their age they’d be through with all that stuff.

Although I have to admit, sitting next to Jeff for all those hours wasn’t too bad. We wanted to be really careful and not let the guys on the team have any reason to think we weren’t serious about basketball, so we only snuck in a couple of kisses during the trip. Jeff did put his arm around me when we decided to sleep for a while. At least someone in my family has some restraint.

Walking into the hotel was crazy. The check-in desks are on the eighth floor, so all the guys on the team, the coaches, and my dads rode up in glass elevators shaped like spaceship pods. They gave the impression we were flying to our floor. I’d begun to get to know some of Jeff’s friends on the team over the past few months, and had learned they had a somewhat weird sense of humor, something they were proving right now, with their corny jokes about getting it up.

“Oh my God, Dad. This place is incredible!” I couldn’t stop looking all around. People were bustling everywhere.

Pop laughed when Dad grimaced.

“Sunshine, we’re clearly neglecting our son’s education on the better things in life if he thinks this is incredible.” Dad gestured dramatically. Sometimes he can top Uncle Emmett in the queen department. Not that I’d ever tell him that.

“Come on, Brian; let’s join the coaches at the registration desk. I’m sure it’s not easy setting up the rooms for all these kids.”

If it hadn’t been Pop, I might have been offended by the term kids. All of us on the team are adults.

“Hey, Newbie, check this out.” Jeff pointed at the circular bank of elevators. We could look up and see them traveling up and down past all the floors of the huge hotel. The bottoms of each elevator had a light imbedded in the base. It kept changing colors as they went up and down.

“My Pop’s right; we are kids.” I laughed.

“What was that, Gus?”

“Nothing, Jeff, you and the guys keep looking. I’m going to see if we have our room assignments yet.”

I still can’t believe we’re about to watch the NCAA Championships at Madison Square Garden. This is the best idea my dads have ever had, even though they’ve never completely admitted it was their idea.

I remember last night’s dinner. “Sonny Boy, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, come on, Dad. I know you and Pop helped Jeff with his gift.”

“We may have helped, but we certainly didn’t orchestrate this fiasco. Why would Justin and I want to spend a week with your soon-to-be basketball buddies?”

I tilted my head and snorted.

“If they were professional players I might be a tad more interested.”

Pop laughed. “I guess this means twinks are off your menu.”

Dad grabbed Pop by the arm and drew him in for an embarrassingly long kiss. It was obvious they were Frenching, and enjoying it.

“Excuse me, I’m trying to eat my dinner.” Sometimes they don’t know when to stop. It’s like they’re reliving their youth.

“Sorry, Gus, I was just demonstrating to Justin my desire for only one twink.”

I rolled my eyes. “Please don’t embarrass me with the CMU team. I have to practice with these guys starting this summer.”

“And we wouldn’t want any of them thinking you actually have parents who still fu--”

“Brian!”

“Thanks, Pop, but I’m pretty sure anyone who’s ever met you and Dad knows you can’t keep your hands, or other body parts, to yourselves when you’re near each other. Just try and keep the groping to a minimum when you’re with the team.”

“I’ll do my best, Sonny Boy, but it’s not my fault.”

I tilted my head. “How’s it not your fault?”

“I can’t resist Justin.” Dad stuck his tongue in his cheek. “He has some sort of magnetic attraction so that no matter how much I’ve tried to pull away from him over the years, it always brings me back.”

“Yes, Gus, it’s all my fault. I’m the culprit who turned your father from a mild-mannered man into an ever-horny predator.” Pop smirked.

Dad poked him and the two started kissing again. “Hey, I’m trying to finish my dinner here! At least wait until I’m out of the room.”

Pop pulled back but kept his eyes glued to Dad’s. He licked his lips and Dad raised an eyebrow. I bet I know what they’ll be doing later tonight. Gross! I’m just glad my bedroom is far down the hall.

Looking directly at me, Dad smiled. “Now finish your dinner so you can get a good night’s sleep before you start enjoying your present from Jeff -- the present Justin and I helped him with, that’s all.”

“If you say so, Dad.” I nodded, smiled, and went back to my dinner since they were thoughtful enough to stop swallowing each other’s tongues.

Now that we’re actually in New York City I can’t believe I’m about to spend a week watching great basketball, touring, and sharing a room with Jeff. I know I’m really young to be thinking about crap like this, but I wonder if honeymoons are like this. Looking at Jeff and one of his friends pounding each other’s fists and still pointing at the elevators, I realize I’m way too young to be thinking those thoughts.

“Jeff, I think they’re about ready to give us our room key cards.”

“Hey, kid, are we getting bellhops to bring our duffles to our rooms?” Rich asked as he patted my shoulder. He’s the captain of the CMU basketball team and a really nice guy.

“I doubt it. I have a feeling we’re each supposed to take care of getting the one bag we were allowed to bring up to our own rooms when the time comes.”

Rich nodded. “You got yourself a cute kid, Jeff. Make sure no one tries to steal him away.” Then he patted Jeff on the ass.

I wanted to ask Jeff about Rich, but decided to wait.

Before I could say anything else, the Coach came over to us. “Tartans, get over here. Room assignments.” He held a sheet of paper and one of the assistant coaches held the key cards. “There will be no switching rooms without my permission. Got that, men?”

“Yes, Coach!” The entire team answered back in unison.

As each assignment was announced the two guys involved grabbed their bags, headed for the elevators, and made their way up to their room.

Even though we knew it would be arranged by my dads, I was glad to hear the Coach announce Jeff and my name together. We each were given a room key. As we started making our way to the elevator my dads showed up next to us.

“Dad, are we all on the same floor?”

“Yes, but don’t worry, the hotel was still able to accommodate my needs.”

I had no idea what he was talking about. It must have showed on my face because Pop spoke up. “What your father means is we have a suite, while the students and Coaches all have doubles.”

I nodded. It made sense to me. I couldn’t imagine my dad in a cramped hotel room. He sometimes complains about space when he visits Pittsburgh overnight and has to stay in his old loft. I think the place is cool, and I sure don’t consider Britin a little house, but my dad sometimes calls it our little cottage; Pop always laughs when Dad says that.

“Hey, Newbie, let’s go. The elevator’s here.” Jeff tugged on my jacket and we headed in and then upwards.

As instructed by the coach during the bus trip, we had one hour to settle in, shower, and get ready to make our way over to the Garden. As soon as we entered our room, and dropped our duffles on the floor, Jeff closed the door behind us and pulled me up against him.

“I’ve been waiting all day to do this.”

Cupping my chin, Jeff pressed his lips against mine. I immediately wrapped my arms around him and the two of us couldn’t stop kissing, tasting, and touching each other. We hadn’t been alone in two weeks. All I wanted was to feel him inside me.

“Jeff.”

“What do you want, Newbie?”

“I want you. I want you in me. Please!”

“Shower.”

I nodded. The two of us stripped faster than I would have thought possible and took the hottest shower of my life. As the water rained down on us I could barely keep my footing. Jeff immediately fell to his knees and sucked me off. I was so taken by surprise, I poured into his mouth in record time.

Before I knew what was happening, he spun me around. Facing the wall I placed my palms against the tiles for purchase. Jeff quickly pushed two soaked fingers inside me. It was both too much and perfect, all at once.

“Oh God! More Jeff, want you, want more.”

“Your wish is my command.”

I heard the tear of the condom wrapper. It was the best sound in the world. Jeff pressed into me and my head fell back against his shoulder. “Feels good. Move more.”

“Do you want it fast?” he whispered into my ear, licking the lobe.

“Yes. Please!”

Jeff didn’t waste any time. His thrusts were strong and he angled himself in just the right way to hit my prostate every time. I couldn’t believe how fast I got hard again.

“Jeff!” My second release was so soon, it hurt, and felt amazing, at the same time.

“Gus! Love you. You’re mine!” I felt Jeff pulsing inside me.

The two us stood leaning on one another in the shower, regaining our energy so we could wash off and recover.

Having turned around, I looked into Jeff’s eyes. “I am yours, Jeff.”

“Good.”

“And you?”

“All yours, Newbie.”

There was a thought niggling at my brain, but I let it go until we were out of the shower, dressed, and unpacking.

“Jeff?”

“Yeah, Gus?”

“Tell me about Rich.”

Jeff’s hands stilled. He stopped putting his clothing in the drawer and turned to face me. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, I know guys on a team touch each other all the time, but it just seemed there was something different about the way he approached you, approached us, earlier.”

“I see.”

Gazing at Jeff, I noticed his brow furrow. “What’s wrong?”

“I’ve had to deal with Rich all year.”

“He hasn’t tried anything, has he?” I was beginning to get really nervous. “I hadn’t realized he’s gay.”

“Rich doesn’t admit he’s anything. But he’s tried to get me in a corner more than once.”

“Jeff?” Now I was getting close to panicking. “Did he?”

“No, nothing. I’ve never been alone with him since he started trying to get into my pants.” Jeff sat on the edge of the bed and motioned for me to join him. “Problem is, he’s the captain of the team and I think he wants to get into yours too.”

“What!”

“He mentioned he thought you were a ‘hot little fucker’ and reminded me as team captain he could make our lives pleasant or miserable.”

My eyes widened. I didn’t know what to say.

“Don’t worry. He’ll never touch you if I have anything to say about it.”

“Or me!”

“Good. You and I are better than that. I love you, Gus. And no one touches you but me.”

“Same right back at you, Jeff.”

Jeff held me close. Although it was somewhat comforting, I wondered what the week in a hotel would bring with Rich close by. I sure as hell wasn’t happy about Jeff, or me, being harassed. The problem is, do you rock the boat when you want to stay on the team?

[TBC]

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