13. Lucas #2
I had almost forgotten we still needed tickets, but Cassandra had finally come through for us that morning with two, though they weren’t anywhere near the rest of the team’s friends and families.
I didn’t care where we were sitting. I was just glad to be going at all. The rumored line-up of musicians alone was enough to push resale ticket prices past three thousand and out of my price range.
I had Ty meet me back at the hotel and suggested a dip in the pool.
“You wanna see if the porn stars are there, huh?”
I shrugged. “Well, everyone else has seen them. Why not me?”
Ty shook his head. “Fine. Let’s go rub our monogamous bodies in their faces.” He grabbed his trunks from his suitcase then headed into the bathroom. I wasn’t sure why he was being bashful all of a sudden. We had seen each other naked hundreds of times at this point.
I picked the skimpiest of the three speedos I had brought. It was an Andrew Christian one that pushed everything into a pouch in the front. It also became a little see-through once it was wet.
If there were going to be porn stars, I planned on teasing them a little.
Ty came out of the bathroom wearing knee-length board shorts.
“What are you wearing?”
“A swimsuit,” he said, defensively.
“I have never in all our years of friendship seen you so covered up for a swim.”
“Well, I’m almost a married man.”
“Wait, isn’t it a nudie pool? Why are we even wearing suits?”
“I’m comfortable around you and the guys, Luke, but Declan would not be pleased if I went nude in the pool with a bunch of porn stars.”
“Okay, okay, I get it. I don’t want to piss Declan off, and I am one of your best men after all. Can’t be a bad influence on the groom.”
“Plus, do you really want your junk all over the internet?” Ty asked.
“Surely they’d have to have a no phone policy.”
“Doesn’t mean people don’t break the rules, bro.”
He had a point. It looked like I was keeping my speedo on today.
The pool didn’t seem crowded. It was a Monday. I’d guess the weekends were wall-to-wall peen. A quick glance told me that everyone else was naked, so it felt weird to be clothed. It also told me that we were being admired.
I made eye contact with a guy just as I slipped into the water, Ty close behind me, and he smiled and immediately started coming over.
“Lucas, right?”
I stuttered an affirmative response, but he knew I was confused.
“I’ve already met your boyfriend, Cam,” he explained. “You’re pretty recognizable on your own, and the sling is kind of a giveaway. Sorry about that. Hope it doesn’t hurt too much.”
“I’m Ty, by the way.” Ty reached over my shoulder, holding out his hand. Brody shook it.
“Well, you’re devastatingly handsome as well, so that must mean you’re taken and not looking for a fuck.”
“That’s right. I didn’t catch your name.”
“Brody,” I answered for him. “Right?”
“That’s right.”
“You have seen Colton and Zeph here with Cam, right? They’re definitely open to messing around. If you’re looking,” I added.
“Oh, I know. The guys have been talking about them. They sound like a great lay," Brody said. “I’ve heard they’re trying to bang all of us. Like it’s a game.”
Ty and I just stared.
“Oh, I don’t mind games - don’t think I’m offended. I’ve had guys act a lot worse. But I’m just fucking with them, wondering how far they’ll go to bed me.”
We burst out laughing after his admission. I really liked this guy. He was not what I pictured at all. I thought he’d be all handsy and in my face, grabbing at my junk, but Cam’s description rang true. He was a nice guy.
I wondered what made him go into porn, out loud.
“Money,” he explained. “A lot of guys are gay for pay. Straight in real life, but they’ll do anything for a paycheck.
The guys here with me - we’re all gay or bi - and the viewers can tell.
It’s more realistic. Not just, ‘Oh yeah, fuck yeah, oh yeah, do me’ kind of crap.
We get into it, and it’s not always about the verbal aspect. ”
“You’re like a porn professor, bro.”
Brody grinned. “I like that. Sounds like a great idea for a scene.”
After the pool, Ty changed in the bathroom. He came out wearing a green Henley and acid-washed jeans that were somehow tight but looked extremely comfortable.
“What?” he asked.
I had been staring, but then it clicked. “You’re wearing the cage right now, aren’t you?”
“What are you talking about?”
“That’s why you’re not changing in front of me.”
“What do you mean, a cage?”
“Drunk Ty already let it slip last year. Declan puts you in a cock cage sometimes. I don’t think I’d ever noticed before, but I think I can see it.”
“Stop staring at my junk, bro.” Ty turned away from me.
“Is it because of the wedding?”
After a slight pause, Ty admitted it. “Okay, alright, yes. I’m wearing a cage, and yes, it’s for the wedding. He’s taking it off that night. We’re kinky like that.”
“Hey.” I approached him slowly. “I’m not shaming you, or teasing you. I just couldn’t keep my mouth shut. I’m sorry if I made you feel bad.”
“All good.” He smiled. “To be honest, it’s nice to have someone that knows. Now I can whine all night long about how horny I am and you’ll understand exactly why.”
“Does it hurt?”
“We don’t have time for a chastity lesson. We’re going to be late!”
I glanced at my phone. He was right.
By the time we got to our seats, the ceremony was under way. I glanced at the program on my phone. They were already in the middle of the artistic program.
“Ty.” I could hear the whine in my voice, but I didn’t care. “We missed Beyoncé singing the national anthem.”
He leaned in, his breath hot on my ear. “If you weren’t so concerned with my chastity, maybe we would’ve made it.”
I turned quickly, pulling him close. “Don’t make me punch you down there.”
He shoved me, then asked, “What does this bracelet do anyway?”