“What’s happening?” Nick Armstrong burst in, intruding on their private laughter. He approached the couch, grinning. “Do you have room for me?”
“Sure Nick. We’ll have a party.” Ginny laughed, like a young, cackling hen. "This could be fun. We all need a drink.” She sat up, pulling up her tight pants. She grabbed their glasses and meandered topless through the room to the counter to refresh their cocktails.
Benjie, hesitantly, remained inside the sleeping bag, not wanting to expose himself to a man he found attractive.
Nick sat down on the edge of the couch, a broad grin spread across his face. “I didn’t mean to interrupt. Maybe I should leave.”
“No, don’t. We were just fooling around. I’m glad you’re sitting for a minute.”
“Are you having fun?” Nick asked, seriously.
“Yeah, but I don’t really belong here. Everyone’s younger, and….” Benjie’s laughter calmed. He then gasped, realizing Nick Armstrong was sitting next to him. He sounds enthusiastic. Maybe he’s flirting. He’s acting jovial, full of fun unlike I knew him in school and in gym. I wish he’d slip into this sleeping bag with me. Uh-oh he looks too serious now. Those blue eyes are darker. They’re squinting, maybe he has a problem.
“You don’t know me very well, but… could we talk?” Nick, sheepishly, crossed his left leg over the right. “Could we go upstairs?” His voice dropped an octave, nothing fun about his demeanor. It sounded like something different than a discussion about sports.
Benjie’s heart beat loudly, pounding hard in his chest. Does he want to talk about track or something else? Maybe I’ve blown it. Why do all these straight young kids see in me? I’d rather talk to older men. “Maybe we should find someplace private? I don’t know this house. You should, probably, find a place.”
Escaping Ginny, Benjie slipped into his 501’s, following Nick up two flights of stairs, barefooted, where they searched for a vacant room.
When Nick opened the first door, Sammy Lee and Danny thrashed around in a bed.
“Sorry.” Embarrassed, Nick shut the door.
Wow! Nick didn’t want to see what he witnessed. He looked shocked by seeing Danny and Sammie Lee, making love. Maybe he’s a prude and wants to marry a virgin. “Do you still want to talk?” Benjie asked, sensing Nick’s hesitation.
“Yeah,” he whispered, but with urgency, walking along the dark corridor.
Two rooms later down, a door stood opened to a bedroom. When they entered, Benjie turned on a lamp on the nightstand and sat on the king-sized bed. He waited to hear words from Nick he desperately hoped to hear.
“I think I might be a faggot.” Nick mumbled. His beautiful, clear blue eyes were bloodshot, and tainted with sadness. He didn’t sit but stood at the foot of the bed, uncomfortably.
“You think?” Benjie questioned. “Or want to explore if you are. I think you know, but I’m not the one to tell you. Why don’t you sit down? You’re making me nervous.”
“I’m attracted to other guys. He spoke louder, his blue eyes shone brighter, and his pupils grew larger and darker. “Like you.”