The Gus Diaries

Part 6

The Tournament

I can’t believe the tournament is over and I’m home again. The weekend was amazing and now I just have to get up the nerve to tell my dads everything that happened. Well, I guess I don’t have to tell them everything, but from the looks I got when they picked me up at school you would have thought they were waiting for me to reveal the formula to maintain eternal youth. And for these two, that’s huge!

I figured I could escape the inquisition, or should I say in-queer-sition (I crack myself up), by telling Dad and MJ that I just want to put a few things away and get organized for school tomorrow before dinner. Let’s hear it for bedroom escapism.

That’s one good thing about living with my dads; they respect my privacy a lot more than my moms. I love my moms, but they nag until I spill whatever it is I’m keeping from them. Mem says it’s part of the Jewish heritage to be a “yenta” (whateverthefuck that is) but hasn’t she seen Grandma Deb in action.

Oops, I got a bit off track there. I guess I’m even avoiding sharing my weekend with myself.

When I got to St. James on Friday night Dad and MJ were really cool. They didn’t say any stupid parent remarks (like Uncle Michael does with JR all the time—he makes her crazy) or even ask which guy was Jeff. I would have liked to have kept that secret mine for a while but, of course, nothing seems to work out as planned.

While MJ and I were getting my stuff out of the back of Dad’s Jeep, someone came up behind me and softly bopped me on the head. “Hey, newbie.”

Oh shit. I hoped my Dad wouldn’t embarrass me. I wondered if he’d read Jeff the riot act. Instead he just looked at me and raised an eyebrow. MJ had the nerve to laugh.

“Dad, MJ this is one of the guys on the team, Jeff.” I’m nothing if not polite.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. Kinney and Mr. …” that’s when I realized I hadn’t introduced them by name. Poor Jeff was left hanging (probably a bad word choice) and I just registered another point on the dork meter.

“This is my dad, Brian Kinney and his husband, Justin Taylor.” At least I could fix my own stupidity.

“Hey, I’ve seen your picture in the tribute display in school. You went to St. James, didn’t you?” Jeff asked.

Now I got really nervous. It was obvious that he didn’t follow the art scene, let’s face it, who the fuck in high school does. But did he have to remember MJ from that picture that made him get all gushy when I applied here.

“Yes, that’s me. I graduated a little over 13 years ago, when Gus was still a baby.” I glared at MJ, low blow bringing up my age.

“Cool,” was all that Jeff said. Could he really be so calm meeting my parents? He really did look totally relaxed with himself…and totally HOT!!!

“Well, Gus, I guess it’s time to send you off on this new adventure.” Now it was Justin’s turn to glare at Dad. “I mean you didn’t get to participate in any major tournaments in Canada. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

MJ just laughed, “That let’s in just about everything.” Dad turned to him and did his eyebrow thing and just snorted.

I pounded both their fists with mine. I can be one of the cool guys, too. And then took off before they said anything that might ruin my life.

When I got on the bus almost everyone was already seated or hanging out near their seats so I just started to get settled near the front. It felt kind of weird being the only freshman on the bus, but a little exciting too. Then I heard a voice from near the back of the bus yell, “Hey newbie, come on back and join the fun.”

Wow, knowing Jeff is like a free ride into the world of the most popular kids in school. I hoped I wouldn’t embarrass myself.

 

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That was only two days ago and now I know Dad and MJ are dying to hear about the weekend. Somehow I don’t think that basketball details are everything they’re interested in. Well, I think I’m ready, here goes…

 

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That wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it would be. Dad and MJ behaved and only added a few assorted comments on the way.

When I walked downstairs I pretended to be exhausted in case things got too intense and I could use that as an excuse to make a quick exit.

“So, Sonny Boy, how was the tournament? I saw a pretty huge trophy carried into your school when the coach got off the bus. Must have been quite an auspicious event.”

Sometimes my dad can be so transparent.

“Well, out of 8 teams that were competing, we came in 2nd. First place would have been better, but second is okay. Each of us got a silver medal and I even got to play a little when one of the guys fouled out. I didn’t fuck anything up and I even assisted in getting a couple of baskets.” Okay, I could do this. Maybe they really just wanted to hear about the tournament…

And maybe little green Martians are moving in next door.

“That’s nice,” was all that MJ said. I looked at him and he just shrugged and said, “Balls are balls, I’ve never been much of a sports enthusiast.”

Dad laughed, “And yet you’re a wonder at high-intensity cardio work-outs.” Justin tilted his head and smirked.

At this point I just rolled my eyes and started inching backwards out of the room when, “Uh, Sonny Boy, how did the rest of the weekend go? Any parties, in celebration of your achievement, of course?” Fuck, I didn’t get out soon enough.

“Yea Dad, some guys partied. A couple snuck in some beer, but I didn’t drink any, although I did think about it. A few guys tried to sneak into the bar and pick up girls, but I didn’t go with them either.”

“Please don’t tell me that my son just went to bed and didn’t do any celebrating. I’m beginning to think DNA testing is in order.”

“Brian, you’re getting as nosey as Emmett. Better be careful of your reputation.” Justin laughed.

“There will never be any mistaking my motives versus Emmett’s.”

“Okay Dad, if you must know I didn’t fuck or get fucked…not necessarily by my choice alone, but Jeff was really cool. We had some fun and, and, and I hope he still wants to hang out with me, because I really like him. Not just like I like my other friends, but like Justin probably liked you when he first met you.”

I paused at that point because Justin seemed to be having some kind of intense choking attack. He wasn’t drinking anything but it seemed like something went down the wrong pipe.

Dad just said, “Fuck” under his breath.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” was all I could think to ask.

“Nothing, we’re just glad you had a good time and met someone special.” MJ replied. “I really must ask, if you don’t mind, are you okay? Is there anything you want to ask us? You know you can tell us anything.”

“Well, I kind of do have one question. I still don’t know about this top or bottom stuff, but when Jeff and I got some time alone while the other guys went hunting for girls in the bar, he kissed me—really kissed me. Told me he thought I was hot. I told him I didn’t want to seem like some kind of kid stalker, trying to push my way into his group of friends. Then he said that it was cool, and when the guys asked about my being allowed to join in that he just told them that I was kind of sweet.”

I’m not sure what happened next but simultaneously Dad started choking this time and MJ started laughing.

Then I figured, while they seemed to be a bit preoccupied by my last comment, I’d just slip in that, “By the way, giving each other simultaneous hand jobs can be really hot!”

They both just froze in place and turned to stare at me. It would have been pretty hilarious if I was absolutely sure they weren’t haven’t simultaneous strokes. When I was sure they were both breathing and just reacting to my surprise announcement I started laughing and added, “You’d think that you guys were so innocent by your reactions. You do know this house isn’t soundproof…and that Grandma Deb and Uncle Michael have big mouths?”

With that I just raised my eyebrow (when my dad does that it looks so cool so I’ve been practicing in the mirror), smirked and started walking towards the stairs. After I left the room I couldn’t resist peaking around the corner to see the aftermath that was left in the wake of my confession.

Dad raised his eyebrow and looked at MJ. “Well, he’s definitely my Sonny Boy.”

“Do you think we should tell his moms any of this?” Justin asked. (Oh shit, I hadn’t thought about that.)

“Are you fucking nuts, Mel would beat the shit out of me!” Go Dad a little cowardice never hurt anyone.

“Yea, you’re probably right.”

“You, asshole.”

“Hey, I thought that was your middle name.” MJ laughed.

Then Dad grabbed him and gave him one helluva whopper on the lips. Justin pulled back and licked his lips and pulled back saying, “Can you give me some more of those great hands-on lessons about the bees and the bees?”

If it hadn’t been my dads saying that it might have been kind of hot.

With all the fuss they put up about the hand jobs it’s a good thing I didn’t tell them I also let Jeff blow me later. God, he’s the hottest guy to walk the earth. I am so fucked…but in a positive, life-affirming kind of way. Can’t wait until basketball practice tomorrow afternoon. School’s just getting better and better every day.

 

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