The Gus Diaries

Part 17

Sex Ed Revisited

I can’t believe how terrific the first couple of weeks of this year have been. School is great and I aced almost all my final exams, except for Algebra. Math is really kicking my ass, but I guess no one’s perfect. At least it gives Jeff and me another excuse to get together. He’s a math whizz and has been helping me. Thanks to him I got a ‘B’ on the final and that pulled me up to a B- for the semester. I received A’s and A-’s in every other class so my GPA is starting out pretty high.

I know I’m only a freshman, but Mem drilled into me that colleges look at all four years. Dad told me not to sweat the B in math; that unless I’m going into a math-related field, my involvement on the school paper and on the basketball team will more than make up for stuff like that.

It’s strange; he really surprises me sometimes. I thought Dad would be pissed off that I didn’t get straight A’s. Mem wasn’t too happy, although she still has fantasies about me applying to Law School someday so she wants me heading towards Harvard or Yale. Fuck that, the more I look at the law, the more I want to fight it rather than defend it. That’s one of the best things about writing for the school paper; I can write about what’s important and other people will read it. Maybe I’ll work for the New York Times or CNN when I’m grown up—that would be cool!

Whoops, got off topic there for a minute. Anyway, I was really surprised that Dad was so cool about my grades. I know my Dad is some kind of genius and it’s family lore that MJ got 1500 on his SAT’s. Who the fuck gets that high a score? I figured with those two as my fathers I was expected to get 4.0 all the way. I remember bringing him my report card on the first day back from Winter Break.

“Dad, MJ, I have something to show you.”

“Why do I get the feeling it’s not something we’re going to love seeing Sonny Boy?”

“Maybe because I can’t keep a straight face.”

“Among other things,” Dad snarked.

“Brian.” MJ used his reprimanding voice on Dad so he cut the sarcasm. “What’s up Gus? Did something happen at school today? You were just back for one day.”

“Nothing happened. It’s just…”

“Spit it out Sonny Boy.” I could tell Dad was getting impatient.

“Here. It’s my report card from my first semester.” I handed them the sealed envelope. Even though we get our grades from our teachers, the formal report card has to be delivered in a sealed envelope. Parents have to sign it and then return it in another envelope, marked with a parent code.

Dad opened the envelope and with MJ looking over his shoulder they took their time reviewing it.

“So where’s the bad news, Gus?”

“MJ, don’t you see. Look at math. I’ve already fucked up a 4.0 future.”

“And…”

“And nothing. I didn’t want to let you down. You let me live with you and I wanted to make you both proud of me.”

“Sonny Boy, this report demonstrates a high level of achievement from someone who is active and involved in school and doesn’t excel in math. Am I missing something?”

“No, I guess not. I just figured since you and MJ are so smart that you’d expect me to live up to both of you. I’m sorry.”

Then Justin walked up to and gave me a hug. Then he faced me and put his hands on my shoulders, “Gus, you did a fabulous job. You’re an excellent student. You’re a gifted and talented writer and a fine athlete.”

Then Dad continued, “You’re only 14. You’ll find your passion and you’ll achieve anything you want. You’re my son and you’re brilliant.”

“But I’m not as smart as you and MJ.”

“Why the fuck would you say that?”

“Well, the two of you are so smart. And Uncle Michael always talks about me living in a house of geniuses.”

“That’s compared to your Uncle Michael.”

“Brian,” MJ seemed to warn in a very cautionary voice.

“Look, Justin, we have to make sure that Gus knows where Mikey’s viewpoint comes from.”

MJ looked at Dad and nodded. “Sonny Boy, I went to college…on a full-tuition athletic scholarship. My grades were good—not perfect, but Michael thinks that anyone who goes to college is a genius.”

“But what about you, MJ? You got a 1500 on your SAT’s.”

“That’s right, I did. But I didn’t get straight A’s in school.” Then he walked closer to me. “Gus, I barely survived school. You know that. All my teachers gave me the last grades I averaged as my final grade so I would be able to graduate.”

I lowered my head realizing that I had really put my foot in my mouth. I hugged MJ and found that I couldn’t let go. He rubbed my back while I hugged him and that helped make me feel better. “I’m sorry, MJ. I’m such an asshole.”

“No, Gus, you are NOT an asshole. But you’re young and you sometimes forget some of the stories you learn about our family. That’s okay; I’ll always be here to remind you and help you make logic out of what doesn’t make sense.”

“I love you, MJ. You’re the best.” I stood up tall and wiped a little wetness that seemed to fall from my eyes.

“You’re the best too, Gus.” MJ smiled at me.

“That’s Gus Taylor Kinney to you,” I laughed.

“Would you two queens stop already? You’re both vying with Emmett for drama queen of the year and it’s only January. Now let’s do something to celebrate the achievements of our son, the well-rounded…figuratively speaking of course…student with an excellent report card.”

“Cool, how about a fancy dinner at Papagano’s?”

“That sounds good, Sonny Boy, but I was thinking more along the lines of a weekend of skiing. Now that you only have a few weeknight exhibition games left, you could get time off from work and we could have some fun on the slopes.”

“Oh my God, Dad, that would be so amazing!” Then I paused, thought a moment, “Dad, MJ…”

Justin chimed in to finish my thought, “Yes, you can ask Jeff to join us.”

“YeeHaw!!!”

As I ran upstairs to call Jeff I heard Dad say to MJ, “Who’s DNA does he have? He sounds more like you than me most of the time.” All I heard was Justin laughing in the background.

 

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Jeff and I were both able to clear our schedules at our jobs. It helps that my boss is Uncle Michael and Jeff’s is Grandma Deb.

Both of us were really excited about getting to go away on vacation together. The thought of Jeff and me on the slopes together, and then the thought of us in front of a fire together drinking hot chocolate, and then the thought of, well, being alone in front of the fire together…Wow, it’s too good to be true?

After school last Tuesday we had an exhibition basketball game against another private school. They totally sucked and we didn’t have to put in a lot of effort to wipe the floor with them. We won, 92-56. It was kind of embarrassing for them and Coach joked that he wondered if any of us broke enough of a sweat to need a shower after the game.

Since the game was right after school, Grandma Jen picked us up and brought us to her house to do homework and have dinner. After dinner Jeff and I were just hanging out in his room until Dad and MJ came to pick me up.

MJ was setting up a new show from some new hot artist from Chicago, and Mom was helping him. She was able to get work at the gallery because it seems that art is bigger business than I ever thought, and when you can get big shows there’s always need for more staff. I just figured you paint a great picture and hang it on a wall and someone buys it.

Whenever MJ stays late, Dad takes advantage and usually works late at Kinnetik. He figures this way no one’s wasting time and he feels less guilty when he takes days off from work.

“Hey, newbie.” Jeff and I were lying on his bed after some very satisfying exercise that definitely had us breaking a sweat.

“Hey, to you too.”

“I was just thinking about our trip.”

“Yeah, what about it?”

“Well, knowing your dads they’ve arranged for separate rooms for us.”

“So…”

“So, don’t you think that might be a good time for us to think about taking this a bit further?”

“What do you mean?” I moved off of Jeff’s chest where I’d been resting my head and playing with these two or three little chest hairs that he has. I leaned up on one elbow to look directly at him.

Motioning with his hands, back and forth between us he continued, “You, me…in bed.”

It took me a minute—let’s face it I was still enjoying the afterglow and thinking isn’t my best skill at that time. Then I realized what he was saying. “Oh,” I answered ever so brilliantly.

“We’ve been together for a while now and I love the stuff we do, but we do the same couple of things every time we’re together. Maybe it’s time to take the next step and go all the way. What better time than on a special weekend together where we have our own room in a ski lodge?”

Jeff seemed really excited but my face must have shown my concern. “Forget it, Gus. If you’re not ready, it’s cool. I just figured since we know where we stand with each other it was the next logical step.”

“It’s cool, Jeff, I just was surprised. I guess I kind of like what we do. I thought you did too.” I tried not to sound too pathetic, but I had a feeling I was failing.

“Hey, newbie, look at me.” He tilted my chin up to look at him. Then he kissed me really softly and yet it was so intense. “I AM happy with what we do. I just wondered if we might try to take this to, you know, the next level.”

“You mean real fucking, don’t you?”

“Isn’t that what would be next?”

“I guess.” Then I paused for a minute and followed that with a kiss that I initiated. “It sounds like a good idea, but let me think about it.”

“Anything you say. We’re not leaving for another week and a half anyway, so no rush.” I must have had some sort of fucked up expression on my face because he put his hand behind my head and drew me in for a majorly hot kiss. Then he whispered, “If you’re not ready, it’s cool. No pressure.”

God, I love him! So of course I returned the kiss in my own special way. Unfortunately we knew our time was way too limited so we got out of bed and got dressed so we wouldn’t look too obvious when Dad and MJ showed up, especially since I think they were going to be dropping my Mom off at home after they got me.

 

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The next day MJ picked me up from school and brought me to work while he finished up at the gallery. My shift at Red Cape was only three hours and Uncle Michael let me do homework if it was a slow day.

I kept thinking about my talk with Jeff from the day before and I really didn’t know what to do. I’ve definitely been curious about sex, and ever since Jeff had starting putting his beautiful, long fingers up my ass the thought of bottoming was getting more and more attractive. I just didn’t know if I was really read for more than a finger or two. But I definitely don’t want Jeff to get bored with me either.

After dinner I volunteered to help MJ with the dishes. Dad would help but MJ likes to set up the dishwasher just so and Dad always fucks up the organization. Personally I think Dad just figured out a way to permanently get out of doing the dishes…but then again, maybe MJ really knows that. He’s pretty fucking smart, even though he doesn’t throw it around.

When Dad took off to his study to check on the progress of some of the accounts that would be coming up for renewal presentations soon, I took my opportunity to talk to MJ.

“You know, Gus, I usually end up doing the dishes on my own. And it’s really not a big deal since there’s only three of us. Why the magnanimous offer to help?” See, he’s so fucking smart.

“Well, there is something I wanted to talk to you about…alone.”

“Is this about your father? Has something happened between the two of you?”

“No, of course not. Everything’s cool with me and Dad. This is just something that I NEED to talk to you about.”

“Okay, shoot. Do you need art advice or something?”

“Well, some might call it art, Dad especially. It’s about sex.”

“Huh?” Well, I guess MJ doesn’t always have genius comebacks.

“It’s about sex.”

“Then why can’t you talk to your dad, too. Some would say Brian Kinney wrote the book about gay sex. And if you recall, he truly gives the best sex education lessons known to mankind.”

I laughed a little at the memory of our first sex ed class with Dad as the instructor. Talk about insanity and TMI!

“That’s just the problem.”

“You don’t want to know about gay sex? Are you considering switch hitting? Maybe we should talk to your Mom.”

“What the fuck? No!”

“That’s a relief. Gus, why don’t you spit out what you want so we can resolve whatever question you have.”

“Okay, here goes.” I think I spoke about 150 miles per hour, “Jeff wants to fuck and I may want to too, but I’m just not sure and if we do fuck I think I want to be the bottom.”

MJ looked at me, nodded briefly, turned off the water, dried his hands and sat down at the kitchen table as he let out a breath. He didn’t say anything for a minute. I wasn’t sure if he was processing what I said or if he was having some kind of catatonic break.

Then he looked up at me, “I see.”

“And…”

“I first have one question. Is Jeff in any way pushing you farther than you want to go or threatening to break up with you over this?”

“No, MJ, not at all. He was totally cool if I said I wasn’t ready.”

“Gus, you’re kind of young to get that involved sexually. I mean I know you’re mature for your age and that you and Jeff are somewhat sexually active, but I just didn’t imagine that you would want this so soon.”

“That’s the problem. I don’t know if I want this yet. I do know that I want more.” Then I began to whisper and lowered my head as I sat down at the table, “And I like it when he, he, he…puts his finger, you know, up there. It feels kind of amazing.” Then I ventured to look up at MJ. “Do you know what I mean?”

“I think I have a rough idea of what you’re referring to.” Then I saw a faraway smile cross MJ’s lips. Whatever he was thinking about must have made him very happy.

“Okay, Gus. I can see you’re feeling a bit confused. Maybe I can help you figure things out so you can make an informed decision.”

“That would be great. I knew I could count on you.”

“Well, here goes.” MJ took a deep breath as if he was about to blow up a balloon. “There are lots of different ways to satisfy each other without actually having intercourse.”

“Hunh?”

“Well, I know your dad touched on some of these during his massive lesson, but at the time, it was probably too much to take in.”

“So fill me in now. I’m ready to hear some of this now.”

“You see, Gus, you know that the top is generally the one in control.”

“Uh huh.”

“But that’s not entirely true. If you’re a couple, the top also wants to please the bottom and make the experience something special. And a smart and strategic bottom can return the pleasure with his reactions and actions.”

“Sounds cool.”

“That said, your dad is a top…most of the time, but we both like to switch roles on occasion depending on how we feel. When love is part of the mix, sex is enhanced and the overall experience is much more meaningful no matter what role you take.”

I nodded. “Gus, you also have to understand that when you have actual intercourse it’s a bit more painful, initially, before the unbelievable pleasure kicks in. Then it becomes the experience of a lifetime—and only a bottom can get that kind of amazing attention and incredible experience.”

“Sounds like it’s terrific. I understand the pain/pleasure stuff. So, I guess I should be cool with it.”

“Whoa, hold on there. I’m not finished.”

“Oh.” I thought everything was cool and we were done. Somehow I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear any more.

“Sexual intercourse is a huge step and I DO think you’re too young.”

“Fuck.”

“But, there are other options.”

“Other options? Now you lost me.”

“Do you remember that wide display of, oh, let’s call them toys, that your dad had on display when he spoke to you?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Well some of those lovely toys are not nearly as invasive as, well, a full-size cock and yet can give both the giver and receiver of their little pleasures some of the best fucks of a lifetime.” MJ’s voice and eyes wandered off briefly and the corners of his mouth started curling up.

“Hey, MJ, stop walking down memory lane. That is definitely not something I want to imagine right now.”

MJ laughed and blushed at the same time. “Sorry, back to our discussion.”

MJ was fabulous. He told me all about smaller and narrower dildos and vibrators and then about these things called butt plugs and that a lot of them come in small sizes for guys who aren’t quite ready for, well, more.

Then he actually told me how to use those things safely. He explained that if we’re patient and take our time and enjoy the experiences that these “toys” can really kick up a couple’s sex life and still keep it safe and loving.

I really like that MJ thinks that love is important and I’m even happier that he said outright that I’m too young for intercourse. That’s what I figured, but I know I can trust him.

“Oh, and Gus…”

“Yeah?”

“Two more things.”

“What?”

“First, let’s keep your desire to bottom between us for now. You’re still young and you may change your mind in the future. There’s no reason to give your father a reason to, well…”

“Queen out.”

“Uh huh, that about sums it up.”

“And two?”

“If all else fails, you may think chocolate syrup and whipped cream are just for ice cream sundaes, but let me tell you…a little ice cream, with just the right amount of chocolate syrup and then a huge-ass dollop of whipped cream can definitely create an unmatchable dessert…and not necessarily using a bowl and a spoon.” Justin gave a little evil laugh.

“Holy shit! Uhm, MJ?”

“Yes…”

“I think I need to go to my room.”

“Enjoy finishing your homework, Gus.” Justin snorted.

But after that final image I had an important date with my imagination and my shower.

 

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The next day MJ took me to this wild store called ‘Slings and Eros’. Talk about tacky play on words. Anyway, the place was filled with sex toys. Some of them looked like fucking torture devices and some of the dildos looked so big that well…not for me! But then he guided me to some stuff that I guess was considered tame, but that looked cool.

Under my amazing father’s guidance we looked at and selected a few toys that would be appropriate for what he called ‘teen play’. MJ went to the register and made our purchase and then when we left told me that I had to pay him back.

After we had dinner I offered to help with the dishes again. Then MJ explained in detail how to use each and every toy for optimum pleasure. He also helped me understand how the person administering the toy would also enjoy the experience.

“MJ, you really are the best. Thank you so much for helping me. I knew I could always count on you.” I gave him a huge hug and took my toy bag to my room to put it away for safe keeping.

At the same time, MJ went upstairs to hang out with Dad in their bedroom. I couldn’t help hearing them begin to talk before they closed the door.

“So, Sunshine, what’s with all the clandestine dish washing meetings with Gus? Planning a surprise party?”

“Hardly. I’ll leave surprise party disasters to you.”

“Low blow.”

“Blowing will come later, amongst other things.” Gross!

“So what have you and Sonny Boy been up to?”

“Let’s just say that as Gus is growing up, I’m growing more into fatherhood. I really like it and I think I’m getting good at it.”

Then I heard Dad get up and walk across the room, “Justin, you really are an amazing father. I recognize it, and even more important, our son recognizes it.”

All I could detect after that was the unmistakable sound of the two of them making out and leaning against the door as it slammed shut and one of them locked it.

Dad’s right. MJ is an amazing father. I hope I remember to tell him that every once in a while. I’m pretty lucky. Dad and MJ both had fucked up relationships with their fathers. It’s incredible that they turned out to be such great dads.

Glancing over at my new bag of toys I smiled. Now I can’t wait until our ski trip. It should be a cool…no make that hot time, on and off the slopes!
 

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