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Tracy had set it up so that everyone would be at one large table so they could get to know everyone else. The meal at the Henderson was a good as any I’d had in LA or New York. Tami and I had a good time catching up. Tracy planned for everyone to go back to Pam’s old home, where most of the guys were staying, for a get-together.
When we got there, Pam put on some music. It looked like Zak had bought some booze and was mixing drinks. I grabbed a couple of Crown-and-Cokes and handed one to Tami. She took a sip and scrunched her nose.
“He made them a little strong,” she told me.
I tried mine and realized one would be my limit tonight, or I’d be in trouble. Everyone seemed to be getting along except Jim and Maria. Tami grabbed Maria so I could find out what was going on. Jim was a nervous wreck.
“Don’t you like her?” I asked when we stepped into the kitchen for some privacy.
“Well, I thought I’d be okay with this. But she wants to be a porn star,” he admitted.
“I don’t see your problem.”
“What if she … uh … doesn’t like me?”
“Oh, for shit’s sake. Are you worried you might not measure up or something? Remember, I’ve seen you in the shower,” I teased.
“Screw you, Dawson,” he said and gave my shoulder a shove.
My phone chirped to signal that I had a text message.
‘911 – Master Bedroom’
“Come on. Something’s going on,” I told Jim.
We ran upstairs and found Tracy talking to Ryan with all the other girls in the room. Crud!
“Thank God! They want to see my package,” Ryan complained to me.
“I’m sorry, man, this is all my fault. I told Tracy what you’re packing,” I admitted.
“What would you do?” he asked.
“He’d whip it out and show us,” Tracy said, helpfully.
Ryan looked at me, and I just shrugged. I’d taken my shirt off when requested. Was it too much of a leap to think I wouldn’t let them see Mr. Happy? Heck, he’d been exposed to all of Tami’s friends at Wesleyan when I did ‘naked dance party’ video chats.
“Dude, they won’t leave you alone until they all see it. I would just get it over with so you can enjoy the weekend,” I suggested.
Ryan closed his eyes and sighed. That was when the rest of the guys found us.
“What’s going on?” Zak asked.
Everyone looked at me.
“We’re using peer pressure to get Ryan to show us his equipment,” I said.
Zak just grinned and pulled his out. That caused everyone to take a step back. Zak was such a dumbass sometimes.
“You might wish you hadn’t done that,” I warned Zak.
That was when Ryan pulled his out. There was a collective gasp. It was only half-hard and made Zak seem like a little boy in comparison. Tracy had been confident that I was full of it. When she saw what he was packing, her eyes got big, and she stepped back.
“How big is it?” Tracy blurted.
“A little over twelve inches long and eight inches around,” Ryan said.
“May I?” Maria asked.
We all watched as she began to stroke him to full hardness. He was almost as big around as a baseball bat, which has a circumference of eight and three-quarters inches. We all watched as Maria worked to get the head into her mouth. Ryan leaned back against the wall and moaned. One glance at Jim told me we had a problem. If he felt inadequate before, he was totally screwed now.
I ushered everyone out of the room. Zak wanted to stay and watch, but I made him leave. Jim and Tracy stood with me by the door.
“Why don’t you two go to Prom together?” I suggested.
Jim and Tracy looked stunned by what they’d just seen.
“I think that would be a good idea,” Tracy said.
Jim smiled.
“I’m good with that,” he admitted.
Crisis averted.
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We all walked downstairs and enjoyed getting to know each other. The main topic was whether it was even possible to have sex with equipment that big; this came mainly from the girls. I had a good time as I tried to dance with them all.
That was when the music suddenly stopped and there came Johan’s angry voice.
“You take your hands off her, or we will have words outside.”
Before I even got to the other room, I’d guessed what the problem was. Zak!
Johan wasn’t about to kick Zak’s ass, being Mennonite. He meant what he said, he would have words with Zak. But I didn’t need Zak to know that. Cassidy had made a step to intervene, but when she saw me, she stepped back. Leah was glaring at Zak, so it was clear she hadn’t invited his advances. I grabbed his arm and took him downstairs.
“I was just talking to her,” Zak complained.
“Zak, you do realize who you’re talking to, right?” I asked.
He just shrugged.
“Let me explain something to you. Here in the Midwest, we don’t take kindly to other guys hitting on our girls. I’ve worked out with Johan. He could literally break you in half with his bare hands. As far as that goes, so could most of the other guys here,” I pointed out.
It wasn’t that Zak wasn’t in shape, but there was a difference between keeping fit and training for football.
“I could take him,” Zak boasted.
I shook my head.
“Dude, don’t even go there. You wouldn’t last two seconds if that boy decided to end your life.”
“I can’t believe none of those girls wants to spend time with me,” he admitted.
I looked at him seriously.
“First of all, those girls are my friends. Second, most of them are underage. You were aware of the rules when you came here. Do you need an ass-kicking?” I asked.
“I’m not scared of you,” Zak said.
The next thing he knew, he was lying on the floor squirming as I tested out one of my favorite pressure points. I finally let him up.
“You were saying?” I prompted.
“Jesus, Dawson. What kind of kung fu was that?”
“Zak, I like you a lot. We had fun in LA. At some point, though, if you don’t figure out that your actions have consequences, you’re going to get yourself hurt, and badly. You seriously need to find a girl and settle down,” I suggested.
“You first.”
“I’m a teenager. You’re eight years older than me,” I pointed out.
He just shrugged.
“I’m not saying that to be a jerk. I really do consider you a friend, and I worry about you. How many times have you had to go to the clinic this year?” I asked.
“Three,” he admitted.
“Dude. Do you really need an explanation of what can happen if you catch the wrong bug?” I asked.
“I hear you, and do appreciate the concern,” he said.
“But?”
“No buts. I’ll go and apologize to Bigfoot.”
“Okay,” I said and followed him upstairs.
When we got back to the party, we couldn’t find Leah and Johan. Tami told me that Leah was impressed with Johan defending her honor, so she dragged him off to a bedroom. I was willing to bet that Johan was a virgin. He would have something to tell his grandchildren. How many guys lose their virginity to a movie star?
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Tami and I returned to my house. She followed me up to my apartment to get her stuff, but she never managed to make it home. I hadn’t planned to do anything with her, but somehow we found ourselves in bed. She teased me about Mr. Happy no longer being the biggest one she’d ever seen. That just about killed the mood. Seeing her naked, though, reminded me why I cared for her so much. She didn’t have the best body I’d ever been with, but she had been my main focus for many years. Tami and I just seemed to fit.
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