After a coming out in a stormy rage to his family and returning home after losing his job and disheartened over an ended relationship, Benjie Fallon, regretfully, accommodates his younger neighbor Sammy Lee, agreeing to take her to her high school senior party, a coed sleepover. Benjie fears rejection from the younger kids for his gay identity and wishes he was occupied, meeting older gay men at the local gay pub.
Arriving at the party, Benjie recognized most of the younger students and without adult supervision. The rumpus room had sleeping bags strewn haphazardly on the floor. Music of the psychedelic San Francisco Sound blasted throughout the split-level house. A few older guys probably supplied the alcohol.
“Benjie, you look hot tonight.” Ginny Bigelow grabbed his arm. Her older sister Christine was one of his closest friends. Christine, recently, left on a journey, hitch-hiking across the country. She had proclaimed her part in the women’s movement, determined to free her of a man’s dominance. Accepting Benjie’s sexual preference, she tried setting him up with any potential man, straight, bi or gay, or even one to share together.
“I can’t believe how much you look like Christine.”
She was shorter but plumb and still had big breasts, like Christine.
“I love Southern Comfort, don’t you?” Ginny dragged Benjie to the bar and poured two drinks without ice. She shoved one into his unwelcomed hand.
“Yes, I guess.” He glanced around, hoping to avoid Ginny’s attention. She spells trouble for my friendship with Christine. She’s latching onto me like her pet on a leash. I hate straight Southern Comfort. It’s too sweet… and no ice. Ick. I might get sick if that’s all they have to drink.
Southern Comfort reminded him of Trevor. Benjie wished this man still wanted him, but Trevor told him he wasn’t ready for a relationship. Ah, I wish Trevor was here.
Suddenly, he spotted Nick Armstrong. He was two years older than the kids at the party. Shit! He still has that thick, jet black hair and those killer eyes, blue as the sky after a storm in March blows through. I always get aroused around him. I loved seeing him in track practice. Watching him pole vault. He was good for a sophomore. Looking at him, when we showered after a meet. I had to fight off an erection, when I peeked at him briefly. He’s even more appealing now. His body looks better, like a finely defined swimmer. I wonder how good he looks without clothes. And those exciting steel blue eyes. They’re gazing at me. I didn’t expect this. Why is he looking?
“I’m so happy you came to this party.” Ginny chortled enthusiastically. She had been gabbing, non-stop without Benjie’s attention, while they mingled.
He took it for granted everyone knew he was gay, but that wasn’t keeping Ginny from flirting. She disappeared, suddenly.
Benjie beamed, when he realized Nick was smiling. Benjie downed his drink in one big swallow, hoping someone else might spark his interest.
“Benjie, I have some more Southern Comfort for you. Why don’t you sit here on the sofa with me? This sleeping bag is mine.” She was slurring her words already. “Why don’t you try something different, like getting naked on the couch with me?”
Benjie pulled away, his body stiffened, expressing his explicit displeasure. What would Christine think if I attempted to have sex with her sister? I’m not inclined to do that anyway.
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