Love At Its Finest (Continued)

James became a huge part of the relationship between Jared and I. He went out of his way to provide a cover or much needed alibi whenever suspicious minds began to wander. In no time at all, James went back to being nothing more then a friend, but it was much different this time. Now he was the friend who knew of my sexuality and my secret love affair with Jared.

I don't think James realized what his friendship meant to Jared and I. In fact, there where aspects that I never even discussed with Jared. It was not uncommon for Jared and I to be affectionate in front of James. Be it a hung, holding hands, or a passionate kiss. Having James be there to see it validated the love between Jared and I. To me, I felt cheated that I couldn't express my affection for him openly, the way other boys and girls at school did on a regular basis. 

The 1970's where coming to an end and knowing that the 1980's where upon us sounded so ominous. I felt that this change in the nemerical decade was like a deadline for me. I didn't want to drag all of the bullshit in my life into this new decade, and saw it as a clean slate. Therefore, it was time for my parents to be told that their son was a homosexual, and his friend Jared was actually his lover. 

I remember who much I disliked the term "lover" and at some point, I decided that I was entitled to terms that where already in use. I begin to think that terms like "lover" where part of a sepratists gay movement. It was something that I wanted no part of. It would be another decade before the new movement would reach a level of viability. The movement of equality and inclusvness. 

I myself, am ashamed to say that until this point, I was blind to the true magnitude of the discrimination. It wasn't until Jared and I finished with school and out on our own that we saw it first hand. A freind of ours was dined a job as a police officer because he failed some polygraph questions regarding sex with animals or members of the same gender. It's unthinkable today that sex with the same gender could be viewed to be as deviate as sex with animals, or that such a question would even be asked. 

James, Jared, and I became almost like a trio of friends. With the exception that Jared and I had sex and loved each other. One weekend, not to long after Jared and I got together, we all stayed the weekend up at James parents cabin. It was quite a weekend, and James gave in after the second day. 

"Okay you guy's - I'm horny and I hear that queers give good blow job's. Is there any truth to that?"

Jared and I took turns deep throating James, which wasn't difficult to do on a 4 3/4 inch erection. He was not ashamed to admit that it was the best B.J. he's ever had. It wasn't the only time that sexual things had happened between the three of us. But you can rest assured that when it did happen, James had recently been dumped by a girlfriend.

Sucking James' cock that first time was eye opening. It just reinforced my love for Jared and I had James to thank for bringing us together. I suppose that's why the three of us remained so close and eventually James had 3-way sex with us. He would never call it sex, but messing around. James was a giver, not a receiver.

After school was finished, James went off to college, while Jared and I worked and saved every penny that we could. We got an apartment in Long Beach near the traffic circle, and finally lived an open gay life. As for James, he would come home on holidays, and spring break and the three of us would have mad sex for days on end. By then Jared and I had started a catering business that was making obscene amounts of money. There was a huge gay community with lot's of money to spend. We catered many of the biggest parties. 

We had one customer who we'll never forget. His name was Louie, and he lived in a really big house on 2nd street, near Redondo Blvd. Louie had 4th of July Parties that attracted some of the most influential gay men in the community. Back then, gay man had niche businesses that where only successful under gay ownership. Being gay was fashionable, but only for the next few years. There was a deadly desease on the horizon. 

Louie was the one that told Jared and I that we'd better buy real estate, and rental property unless we wanted to work to age 65. It was good advice, even though it didn't seem so at the time. Jared and I bought a house near Louie on 2nd street, but closer to Cherry Ave. In 1982, the purchase of a $116,000,00 home was quite a feat for a pair of 22-year old gay boys. 

When James graduated from college, Jared and I flew to Boston to attend his graduation. We where both happy to hear that he accepted a job with a stock brokerage in Los Angeles. James came to live with us until he got on his feet. He was amazed at the house Jared and I owned. We stared up the sex-play the night that James moved into our guest room. Except something was different about this encounter. James was open to things that where off limits before. He didn't even ask or hint around. I just looked down to find James with my cock in his mouth. Jared was just as surprised as I was, and we figured that James had tried gay-sex while he was away at college. He seemed hell bent on proving something and reminded him that we where friends, and could talk openly. James was never one to beat around the bush.

"I want to get fucked, but it can only be by one of you. And I don't know how that can work, or if it's even possible." James said.

James had sucked a few dicks during college, and fucked a few guys in the ass. He became so intrigued by how much he could satisfy and guy, but could't seem to equally satisfy a women. As bad as James wanted to try it, he knew that he could never let anyone other then Jared or I, take his anal virginity.

Once James left our house and got a place of his own, the 3-way sex between us came to an end. There was a new "cancer" that was claiming the lives of gay men like the plague. 

James would always make an appearance at our parties for many years, until Jared and I lost him to suicide in 1999 at the age of 36. James had put most of his fortune in the "dot.com" frenzy and lost big when the bottom fell out. We where both devistated that our friend never came to us for help. 

By the mid-90's, Jared and I where millionairs a dozen times over. But that was James, his ego preceeded him that's why he left us a box of videotapes for the next decade with his predictions for the future. We will view the last tape on the Christmas eve of 2005.

James had it all wrong, I wish he could have seen past that bad point in his life and that it didn't equal the end that he sought for himself. But more importantly then that, was the fact that James was gay and could never see his was clear to admit it to himself. He lived a tortured life of secrets and lies. James downfall was that he could never go back. He could never admit when he was wrong, and could never own up to a lie. And in the end, it cost him his life. As for Jared and I, the "big 4-0" is creeping up on both of us. Surprisingly, turning 40 is something that we've looked forward too. We're done working and spend most of our time traveling.

Who knows what is in store for us over the next decade, all we know is that we'll experience it together, and thats all that matters.