Found in a popular cruise park.
Kurt was a jerk. There's no other way to put it. To Andy, he was a total waste of sizzling hot manhood.
He was quarter back of the football team, smart, gorgeous and came from a well to do family. As far as personality went, he lost out. He was always quick to put others down and point out their flaws. He loved to embarrass them. Andy was a favorite target.
Andy had ADD. He worked hard in school, but never got more than average to slightly below average grades. He wore hand-me-downs that often showed wear and he was too small to compete in sports. All through high school, Kurt harassed Andy. During their senior year, Andy had met a couple guys who, like him struggled to be accepted. Kurt found one of them was gay. He'd made the mistake of leaving something in his note book that Kurt saw. Once the three guys started hanging out together, Kurt started harassing Andy about being gay as well as everything else.
Andy managed to get through the year and Kurt went off to college. Andy took courses in the community college. Kurt would come home during breaks. Somehow he always managed to bump into Andy, just long enough to make a spectacle of him.
One night during spring break, Kurt accidentally wandered into a gay bar. He immediately left, but not before pissing off everyone in there. He found a titty bar and got drunk in it, until they threw him out. He was so drunk he couldn't find his car. He ended up wandering in front of the gay bar. Several men were coming out and saw him. One of the men was Andy's gay buddy. The next thing Kurt knew, he was shirtless and tied to a tree on a popular bike and jogging path. He was tape gagged.
Someone found him and undid his pants. Kurt kicked and fought, but the guy pulled his pants down and then his underwear. He was about to start sucking Kurt when someone came into sight. The first guy was afraid it was the cops so he ran away. The second guy took the opportunity live out some of his S&M fantasies. He grabbed Kurt's nuts and squeezed them hard. At the same time, he twisted his nipples to the point Kurt was screaming. The tape held though. No one came to his rescue. The fucker punched Kurt's abs and slapped his face. The angrier Kurt got, the more pain the man dished out. He was about to piss on Kurt when he heard police sirens. Thinking someone had seen him, he ran off.
Kurt was left still tied and gagged. Slowly, the pains subsided. Hours passed. No one came by. Kurt's head pounded from his hangover. The sun came up. Joggers came into view, but instead of taking pity on him, they pulled out their cell phones and took pictures. Some toyed with his cock and balls. Some had other's take pictures of them standing by Kurt and playing with him. One girl had her friend take a picture of her sucking Kurt. The early morning joggers all passed by with no help for the guy at all, only more pain and abuse.
More hours passed. Kurt only saw a couple bikers whiz by. They gave him a disgusted look and went on. The day was extremely hot and humid. Kurt saw a man coming down the path. He was an older retirement age guy in nice clothes. He looked like someone grand dad. Kurt pleaded for help, whimpering into the gag. The man walked over to him looking like he was sympathetic to his situation.
The old man walked up close to Kurt. He reached out and took hold of Kurt's Jeans. Kurt thought he'd pull them up, but instead the man pushed them down to his knees. He grabbed Kurt's expensive cowboy boots and pulled them off. Then with Kurt kicking and stomping, the old man wrestled his jeans off. He stood right in front of Kurt and rummaged through the pockets of the jeans. He found Kurt's wallet and money. He took out all the credit cards and cash and threw the rest in the bushes.
Lastly, the old man pulled out a pocket knife. Kurt's heart was already pounding with anger. Now it pounded with fear. The old man held the knife to Kurt's belly, while removing his stylish underwear. Kurt didn't dare kick or resist at that point. The old man looked at the underwear and held them to his waist. He decided he could wear them so he stuffed them in his pocket. He tossed the jeans over his shoulder and picked up the boots and walked away. Kurt was left with nothing on but his socks.
The adrenaline high passed. The heat, hunger and thirst took their toll. Kurt slumped down, barely able to stay conscious. Another hour or so passed. Kurt heard a bicycle coming. It took all he had to raise his head. He saw a guy on a bike pull up and stop. He couldn't focus on the guy's face.
The guy lifted his chin and slowly, carefully remove the tape. He gave Kurt a drink from his water bottle, and poured some on his head. Then he untied Kurt's hands. Kurt tumbled over on the ground. The guy gave him some more water. Kurt blacked out. He came to looking down at a firm butt in biker shorts. Strong legs were struggling to carry him down the path. Strong arms held his legs. He went in and out of consciousness. Finally, he was laying in the back of an SUV. Cool air was drying water that had been poured all over him. He lay on a wet blanket. He tried to lift his head to see where he was and who was driving. He only got a quick glance of the back of the driver's head before the pain drove him back down.
He woke up startled as cold shower spray rained down on him. "Aw fuck!" he said.
"Just stay there, we've got to get you body temperature down quickly. Here, drink this?" Someone said handing him a plastic bottle. Thinking it was water, Kurt turned it up and took a big gulp. He almost spit it out. "What is this?" he asked.
"Tomato juice, orange juice, and a bunch of other stuff. It will get your blood sugar and electrolytes up faster than anything else. Hope it doesn't taste too bad." The voice from outside the shower said. "Stay in there till I get back. I've got to put my bike up." The voice ordered.
"Okay, oh and it's not bad at all." Kurt said. He wondered who it was that saved him. Then a panic took over. What had happened to his wallet and keys? What had the guy done with his credit cards? Was his car okay where it was parked?
He was just about to get out of the shower when the guy came back in. "Did you see my wallet and keys?" Kurt asked. His head pounded and he slumped back down in the cool spray.
"Couldn't miss 'em. The wallet was stuffed in you ass crack and your keys were looped over you dick." The man said. "Where's your car?"
"Over on Davis and Fourth street. Do you think it will be alright?" Kurt asked.
"Yeah, but not over night again. I'll take a cab over and get it for you." The man said.
"Or you can just drive me over to get it." Kurt suggested.
"That would be cute, driving you through down town in the buff and you driving home naked." The man said.
"Can I borrow some clothes?" Kurt asked.
"You couldn't get anything I have over one leg much less over your perky butt." The man laughed.
"Oh. You're that small?" Kurt asked.
The shower door opened. Kurt looked up through the spray of water. His mouth dropped open as he saw little Andy.
"Hey Kurt." Andy said.
"That was you carrying me all the way through the park?" Kurt asked in shock.
"I've been working out a little. You have been to from the look of it. How much do you weigh?" Andy asked.
"About 230" Kurt said, still in awe that the guy he'd treated so badly was the one that saved him.
"And you're about 6' 2"?" Andy observed.
"Put on a couple more inched since high school. I'm 6'4"." Kurt said.
"I'm still 5'4" and 130." Andy said sadly.
"You look fantastic though, not skinny like back then. And damn you're strong to be able to carry me like that." Kurt said.
"Getting you up the stairs wasn't too easy though. I hope I didn't bruise you butt when I put you down in there." Andy said.
"I'd deserve it if you did." Kurt said. Andy heard what he said but didn't react to it.
"You going to be alright while I go get your car? It's getting late and if someone notices it been parked there so long, it might get towed." Andy asked.
"I'm going to just stay here and drink this. It's helping my head." Kurt said.
"I'll bring back a pizza. The salt, fat and other stuff in it will help to. And I'm sure you're going to be hungry." Andy said.
"Why are you being so nice to me?" Kurt said, feeling tremendous guilt for the way he'd been to Andy.
"Those days are over. It's time to start fresh. Remembering can only hurt both of us." Andy said.
"Of all the people in the world, you're the one who saved me." Kurt said.
"I ran into Jerry. He told me what they'd done thinking I'd be happy about it. I got my bike and came across town to find you. If I'd known you were that far in the park, I'd have just called the cops. My back's going to be sore." Andy said.
"You weren't glad they'd gotten me back?" Kurt asked.
"Kurt, I've never hated you. Even when you did that crap. I didn't hate you. I was just hurt you wouldn't be a friend. You had to be a bad-ass. I know you aren't really like that. You're just acting out because of something that's happened to you. I just wish you could put it aside long enough to be who you are. Then you could let me be me." Andy said. "I better get going." He dashed out before Kurt could say anything.
Andy found Kurt's car. He wished he'd asked Kurt to describe it. There were four BMW's in the same area. He punched the remote and found which one it was. He stopped on the way and got a pizza with everything on it except anchovies. He drove home with the windows open so Kurt's car wouldn't smell of pizza.
When he got in the apartment, Kurt was sitting on the sofa in a towel. He looked as though he'd been crying. "You okay?" Andy asked.
"Yeah" Kurt said.
"Then, I'm going to take a quick shower. Go ahead and dive into the pizza. There's ice tea in the fridge. I'd recommend you leave the beer but if you want one, go ahead." Andy said. He pulled off his tight biker's shirt as he headed for the bathroom. When he came out, Kurt was asleep. He hadn't touched the pizza.
Andy tried to wake him. Kurt was in a deep sleep. Andy took a deep breath and picked him up. His own towel fell off. He carried Kurt into his bedroom and laid him on the bed. It was a full size bed. Kurt pretty much took it all. Andy noticed his towel was wet so he pulled it off him and hung it in the bathroom to dry. He went back in the bedroom and pulled the covers down, under Kurt. Kurt stirred some but didn't wake up. Andy covered him up, taking a second to look him over.
Andy ate then pulled out a blanket and slept on the sofa. Kurt woke several hours later confused and disoriented. At first he panicked not knowing where he was, then he remembered. He looked around and realized he was taking up the one bed in the little one bedroom apartment. But where was Andy? he thought. He got up and went into the living room. He saw Andy on the sofa. His little body fit easily on the cushions of the sofa. Guilt overwhelmed him again as he stared at the little man who he'd been so mean to. The man who'd given up his own bed for him. The man who'd struggle to carry him to safety. The smell of pizza took his mind off Andy for a second. Hunger gripped his stomach like a punch in the gut. He walked into the kitchen and found the pizza. He sat down and ate a couple slices.
"Hey, you feeling better?" Andy asked, waking up and seeing Kurt sitting in the moonlight coming through the window.
"Way better." Kurt said. "Man, I can't thank you enough. I just can't."
"It's no big deal, Man. Don't worry about it." Andy said laying back on the sofa.
"No one else, would even call the cops for me. Even when I was unconscious they just played with my ass and cock. You went out of you way to help me." Kurt said.
"God you're so mushy about it. Maybe I just wanted to get you in my house naked." Andy teased.
"I shouldn't have assumed you were gay just cuz your friend was." Kurt said.
"I am though. I wasn't out in school, no one knew for sure. But I am." Andy said. He was laying back with his eyes closed and his hands behind his head. He wondered what Kurt's reaction would be. He wanted Kurt to think he felt safe telling him.
Kurt sat quiet, looking at the last bite of pizza in his hand. Finally, Kurt got up and went over to the coffee table and sat down facing Andy. "That's not why you helped me." he said.
Andy opened his eyes and looked at Kurt. Kurt had a gentle but sad look on his face Andy had never seen. Kurt realized he was too heavy for the inexpensive table and got down between it and the sofa.
"When I was six, I got on a Pee Wee baseball team. We kicked ass and won every game we played. We got invited to play in another city. My father was off on one of his many business trips, probably fucking his secretary so I went with the coach. To make a long story short, I got butt fucked and sucked cock for two days.
I tried to tell my dad I didn't want to play ball any more, but I was scared to tell him why. Plus we lost the game. He got all pissed off at me beat the crap out of me, told me I was a worthless little faggot, a sissy. When I finally told him what the coach had done, he called me a lyre and told me I was a pervert for saying such a thing. He beat me even more. Ten years later the coach got caught in the act with another boy. My dad never said he was sorry. He tried to make up for it by giving me everything I asked for. So I took advantage of him. The more he gave me, the more I wanted. I started treating everyone like that. I was big and no one could or would take me on, so I felt superior to everyone. Inside though, I was scared someone would find out what the coach had done to me and embarrass me. I don't know what picking on you did for me. Maybe I was seeing myself at six. I hated that kid. He was week and timid.
Actually, you're stronger than anyone I've ever known. You had trouble in school. No one helped you. You muddled through on your own. No one came to your rescue when I bullied you. You took it and never lashed back. When you had the chance, you came back with kindness. I wish I could be like you." Kurt confessed.
"Wow, I'm so sorry that happened to you. No wonder you hate gays." Andy said.
"I don't hate gays. Coach fucked girls to. He fucked any one too little and vulnerable to fight back. I act like it cuz it's............I don't know.....what's expected of me, I guess." Kurt said.
"You seemed to be putting on a show, so I never really got mad at you. I was more mad at the people around us for cheering you on." Andy said.
"I'd like to believe there are more people like you in the world, but after yesterday, I'm not so sure. Any one of those people could have helped me, but it took a guy who had every right to leave me there to die, to come to my rescue." Kurt said.
Andy was nodding off. Kurt told him to go to bed, he'd sleep on the sofa. Andy told him that he fit on the sofa, Kurt wouldn't. They argued a minute. Andy won. Kurt took the bed. Kurt got up to go to the bedroom. Andy rolled over on his side. "Nice ass." Andy teased. Kurt chuckled.
Late in the morning, Andy woke up and made a pot of coffee. He went to his bedroom to check on Kurt. Kurt was just waking up. "Coffee will be ready in a few minutes. You want some breakfast?" Andy asked.
"Sure, anything. I'm starving." Kurt said.
"How do you feel?" Andy asked.
"My arms and shoulders hurt like hell." Kurt observed as he tried to get up.
"I imagine so. They were tied behind you so long. I'm surprised you don't have nerve damage in your hands." Andy said.
"I think the guys that tied me up left them a little loose, but not loose enough I could free myself." Kurt said.
"Yeah, it looked like they left the knot where you could reach it." Andy said.
"I could, but it wouldn't come loose. Maybe I was pulling the wrong way." Kurt said. "I wonder how many pictures of me are bouncing around the internet this morning."
"Run for president, you'll find out." Andy said.
"Ha, they tried to crucify Romney for cutting a guys hair. Imagine what they'd do to me." Kurt said.
"You never hurt me. You never touched me worse than a push or holding me in an awkward position. I think what Romney did to that guy, just cuz he was gay was way worse than what you did to me. Truth is, when you'd shove my face in you pit or crotch, I loved it. If the other's hadn't been around, I'd have licked you." Andy said with a big smile.
"Ha, you'd have licked my pits?" Kurt asked with a chuckle.
"Fuck yeah, you smelled great, even when you were all sweaty. I'd walk away holding my hand to my nose, sniffing my face after you shoved it in you pit or pubes. I'd even lick my upper lip to taste you when no one could see me." Andy said.
"Well, you'd like how I smell now then. God I'm rank. You're going to have to wash you sheets." Kurt said.
"Or I'll sleep in your funk and have wet dreams." Andy teased.
"You want funk?" Kurt said lunging at Andy. He grabbed the little guy just like he'd done so many times and shoved his face in his pit. This time, they were laughing. Andy started licking right away. Kurt jerked away.
"That tickles." he said.
They both were one the bed, Kurt was on top of Andy. "So what do gay guys do other than suck and get fucked?" Kurt asked.
"I can't speak for every one, but I like to work over a guy and find all the spots that make him squirm. I love to suck cock and balls. I haven't been fucked yet, but I've fucked guys. It was pretty nice when they're all cleaned out. I don't like packing mud." Andy said.
"Mud? Oh............ooo... yuck!" Kurt said.
"Yeah. That's not nice." Andy said.
"What would you do to me?" Kurt said.
"I'd lick all that salty coating you have covering your body. I'd lick you pits and suck you balls. When your cock was dripping lube real good I'd start sucking it till you came....."
"Swallow or spit it out?" Kurt interrupted.
"Swallow for sure. Swallow all of it and suck till you had to push me off." Andy replied.
"Would you let me fuck you?" Kurt asked.
"Is that an offer?" Andy asked.
"Maybe" Kurt said.
"Yeah,,,,,,,yes I would. I'd clean up real good and let you fuck me. You'd get my cherry." Andy said.
"After.........?" Kurt started to say. Andy put his hand over Kurt's mouth.
"Let's hit the shower." Andy suggested.
"Is there room for both of us?" Kurt asked.
"Give me a minute, then you can come in. It's a big shower." Andy said.
"Holler when you're ready for me." Kurt said. Andy rushed into the bathroom. He took care of the unpleasant parts of getting read to be fucked, then called Kurt. Kurt walked in like he was going to a job interview. He looked nervous and scared. He stepped in the shower with Andy. Andy grabbed the soap and started lathering him up. Kurt closed his eyes like he was trying to envision a girl doing it. Andy washed Kurt from head to toe. Then he was done, he washed himself. Kurt watched him for a while then took over. They rinsed and dried. Andy got the lube and condom out of the night stand.
"Take it easy on me big guy. Remember, I'm a virgin." Andy said.
"You sure about this? I really don't want to hurt you." Kurt said.
"You have no idea how ready I am. I've fantasized about you fucking me for years. I always wanted you to be my first." Andy said.
"I've butt fucked a girl before. She made me do it with her on her stomach. She said, that way, I can't go too far in and hurt her." Kurt said.
"Then that's the way we'll do it." Andy said. Andy laid on his stomach. Kurt took the condom and lube and got ready. He lubed Andy's ass carefully, gently. He stroked his cock to it full potential. Andy looked over his shoulder.
"Oh that's biiiig." he said.
"You sure?" Kurt asked one last time.
"I'm sure." Andy said with a grin.
Kurt carefully position the big mushroom head and eased forward. It took a long time and many attempts, but suddenly the head slipped past the sphincter. Andy took a deep breath. Kurt asked if he wanted him to continue. Andy assured him he did and grabbed Kurt's butt. Kurt eased forward. Andy grimmest in pain, but held Kurt's butt, pulling him in further. Kurt eased in and out, adding more lube. Finally, Andy was ready for him to pick up speed.
Soon Kurt was giving him a real hammering. Andy sounded like he was being tortured, but kept telling Kurt to "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."
Kurt was getting close to cumming. He grabbed Andy and lifted him up. Still fucking him, he grabbed Andy's cock and started jacking him. He matched the rhythm of his own fucking. They came at the same time. Kurt tumble over on top of Andy. His cock slowly retreated from Andy's ass. Andy lay in a puddle of his own cum and sweat.
"Now I gotta wash the sheets." Andy said.
Kurt laughed. They lay there for a while, the got up. Kurt had to call about his credit cards and phone.
A couple hours later, the phone rang. It was for Kurt. The police had been alerted to the stolen card and the man was caught. He was using them all over town. The cops had all of them and some of Kurt's cash.
Kurt told them they could keep them for evidence. He'd have new cards in a couple days and didn't need the cash right then. The cops asked about a pair of boots. Kurt was thrilled his favorite boots were found. The guy tried to sell them, but no one needed size thirteen and a half.
"Now all I need is some clothes." Andy held up one of his t-shirts to Kurt's chest. They laughed at how the entire shirt was only as wide as Kurt's chest.
"There's a thrift store a couple blocks away. I might have enough money to get you some shorts and a tank or t-shirt. I don't know what you're going to do for shoes." Andy offered.
"I can drive home barefoot, but not naked." Kurt said.
"Well you could. Just don't pass any school buses for trucks." Andy joked.
"I'm not that much of an exhibitionist. Well, okay I am, but let's not. Dad would shit a brick if I drove up to the house and got out naked." Kurt said. "You need to meet him. I've treated him like shit, but he's really an okay guy. He's tried to make up for how he was." Kurt confessed.
"Maybe someday." Andy said dismissively.
"Maybe today. You're taking me to my car and following me to my house. Well, after you get me some clothes. I'll make it up to you, I promise." Kurt said.
"Okay, I'll go see what I can find." Andy said. He went to the thrift store. He just did have enough money. He hurried home with shorts, and a tank top.
"Hey, these aren't bad." Kurt said.
"They look good on you, just don't get a boner. Your cock is pretty obvious as it is." Andy said. Kurt twisted his hips back and forth swinging his cock lewdly back and forth.
"Stop it or I'm going to suck it again." Andy teased. Kurt smiled and picked up the speed. Andy jumped on him, knocking him over on the bed. He pulled Kurt's shorts down and deep throated his semi hard cock.
"Geez, I thought you were joking but don't stop." Kurt said. Andy didn't, not until he'd sucked down another load of Kurt's thick spunk. Kurt held Andy for a couple minutes. "How was your first butt fucking?"
"A little rough at first, then it was great. I'm glad we used that position so my butt kept you from going in any farther though." Andy said.
"Think you'll do it again?" Kurt asked.
"Maybe. Not right away though. My butt's sore." Andy said.
"I'll have to find another way to get you off." Kurt said.
"Huh, you don't need to do that." Andy said raising up.
"It's only fair." Kurt said.
"It's not necessary." Andy said.
"You deserve to get off to. I won't suck you dick, but I should at least jack you off." Kurt argued.
"You don't need to. Just be my friend, that's all I ever wanted." Andy said.
"I'm going to do more than that. I'm going to make up for everything I did to you all through school. You'll see. I'm going to do you right." Kurt said. "Right now, we need to go get my car and go to my Dad's."
Andy drove him to his car. They got there just in time. The tow truck was backing up to it. Kurt jumped in and pulled out with the tow truck driver cursing and stomping around. Andy followed him to his father's house. Just as they drove up, he father came out.
"Kurt, where have you been? I've been so worried." Mr. Long said.
"Oh MOM." Kurt mocked. "I'm fine thanks to my buddy, Andy." Kurt added. Andy was just getting out of his old SUV. "Andy, meet my father."
"Hi, Mr. Long." Andy said offering his hand.
"What happened to you guys? Kurt was supposed to be here for dinner last night. We had guests. I called and called and when someone finally answered you're phone, he said you were dead." Mr. Long said. He was very upset.
"Dad, I'm sorry. I didn't know. I was mugged and left in a park. Andy found me and took care of me over night. I forgot about dinner and your friends or I'd have called from Andy's." Kurt hugged his father. The older man looked shocked that his son was hugging him. Andy shuffled awkwardly.
"I'm going to get going Kurt. I'm glad to meet you Mr. Long." Andy said.
"Wait Andy. You can't leave right now. Come inside." Mr. Long said.
The house wasn't huge, but it was grand. It had beautiful woods, carved molding, marble and hard wood floors and elaborate drapes. It was stylish without being feminine. Obviously, everything in it was top dollar.
Mr. Long ushered them to the den. They sat down and the butler brought them wine.
"Wow, I knew you were from the other side of the tracks, but this is something." Andy teased Kurt.
"Dad's good at what he does." Kurt said proudly.
"I want a complete accounting for the last day and a half." Mr. Long said. He fully expected Kurt to give him the usual blow off, but instead Kurt told him what had happened. Everything from making an ass of himself at the bar to being tied up and stripped. He told him about Andy carrying him to his car and how he took care of him. He told his father how he'd treated Andy in school. The only thing he left out was the sex with Andy. Mr. Long was so surprised by the fact that Kurt told him anything, that he missed the details other than Kurt was tied up and Andy saved him. He sat stunned by the change in his son.
"Andy, I can't tell you how much I appreciate what you've done. Kurt is everything to me. I know we've had problems in the past, but he's all I've got. You know, you're the first of Kurt's friends he's brought home to meet me." Mr. Long observed.
"He's really the only friend I've got. He's probably always been." Kurt said. Andy shuffled nervously.
"Excuse me for a minute." Mr. Long said getting up and leaving the room.
"He looked like he was shocked that you told him everything." Andy said.
"He was. I've never confided in him with anything since I told him what Coach had done." Kurt said.
Mr. Long came back into the room. He handed Andy a card. If you need a good job, call the number on that card after Tuesday. They'll fix you up. Then he reached in his pocked and pulled out a roll of bills. He handed the whole roll of cash to Andy.
Andy tried to refuse the reward, but Kurt and his father wouldn't hear of it. He put the roll in his pocket with the card. They talked for a couple hours. Finally, Andy left. He never looked a the roll of cash. He just figured it was a couple hundred dollars. When he finally did, he found it was a two inch thick roll of hundreds. Over a couple thousand dollars.
Later that night, Kurt called. He invited Andy to go with him to meet up with his hometown buddies for a movie. Andy knew his buddies were all the guys he ran around with in school, all the guys that stood by urging Kurt on. He agreed to go. Kurt treated Andy like his best friend all night. That confounded his friends. Much later, when the group was about to split for the night, Kurt told them about what had happened. The whole time he was telling them, he was holding Andy from behind. He concluded by saying, "This guy's my hero." and he kissed the top of Andy's head.
Kurt's friends stood silent for a minute, then cheered Andy. It was a lesson to them all. Their lives took on a new direction that night. One of compassion and kindness. Oh, they were saints by any means, but they definitely changed for the better. Kurt had a new relationship with his father. They became friend for the first time in Kurt's life.
Andy called the number on the card. They found him a position in Mr. Long's company. It fit him perfectly. Kurt and Andy fooled around a little, but Kurt met a girl and Andy met a boy. The four of them became family to Mr. Long.
"Hey son, You ever mess around with Andy?" Mr. Long asked one night when they were having a pool party.
"I popped his cherry." Kurt said.
"Good, I'd hate the think you let that little butt of his slip by." Mr. Long said.
"Dad!" Kurt shouted.
"What, you didn't know that secretary I was cheating on your mom with was a man?" Mr. Long asked.
"NO" Kurt answered.
"Made you Mom's ass look like a lumpy pot of grits." Mr. Long said.
"I'm not believing his." Kurt said turning a bottle of Jose Quervo upside down. Later that night, Kurt's girl and Andy's boy watched them make love. Mr. Long had gone to bed, but he was watching on his security camera.
It was an odd relationship, three guys and one girl, but he was a happy one for many many years.
