The most thrilling night of my life, Part VIII (Final)

Revised-Final

About two weeks after Garrett and I began seeing one another, I got even a bigger shock of my life than the one he already gave me after flying me down to his ranch on his private jet. I had just talked to him the night before on my cell phone from my dorm room. During the course of our passing conversation, I told him about this car I was thinking of buying. It was a second hand Ford Escort that was clean, but with fairly high mileage from a student who was selling it.

Garrett really didn’t say much about the car so I assumed he was indifferent about it to begin with. We then moved on and he informed me that he had to go to Poland the following day for a week on business regarding some gas wells he was thinking of investing in on behalf of his family’s business. Just before we hung up, Garrett said he would call me as soon as he got back.

The following afternoon, I was studying in my room when there was a knock at my door around four o’clock. When I answered it, there stood two gentlemen in business suits. Needless to say my heart started pounding for I had no idea who the hell they were other than to assume they must have been from the dean’s office and possibly wanted to follow up on what I knew about the cheating scandal my former roommate was involved in.

They could definitely see a startled look on my face when I nervously asked, “Can I help you?”

But one man who kind of had a smile of his face asked, “Excuse me, but are you Collin O’Keefe by any chance?”

I replied somewhat nervously for they knew my name, “Well yes, I am”.

He said, “Here are the keys to your new car,” as he dropped two sets in my hand.

At first I thought it was some kind of joke that Sean and my fellow dormies were playing on me. But when I looked down at both key chains, the word “Porsche” was inscribed on them. One of the men pulled the paper work out of his coat pocket and said, “Just sign these papers and the vehicle is all yours”.

I replied, “What car? What are you taking about?”

The men looked at one another and then one finally said as if to almost ask a question, “Well your new car? We were told to drop it off here to a Collin O’Keefe by our sales manager?”

I replied with a positively confused look, “What are you talking about? I didn’t buy a car.”

Then one gentleman said, “Well sir, there’s a note in the vehicle with your name on it. Maybe that will explain everything?”

When I asked where the car was, they informed me it was right outside in front.

I quickly put on my shoes and we walked downstairs out to the entrance. Just as we came down the steps, there was a flood of students including even Sean admiring this brand spanking new beautiful cherry red Porsche 911 parked right in front of the circular drive.

Sean looked up at me and asked almost sarcastically, “Don’t tell me this car is yours, Collin?”

I didn’t reply to Sean’s comment as one of the gentlemen reached in the glove box, pulled a little envelope out that was marked, “Collin.” Then he said, “Here you go, young man.”

By now I had a hunch Garrett was behind this for he was full of surprises as evidenced by my trip on his personal jet down to his ranch. And sure enough I was right for when I opened the envelope, the note said, “Collin, I think you’ll look far better in this than that Ford Escort. Enjoy, Love Garrett”.

I quickly folded the note and put it in my pocket. I wasn’t sure whether to accept such an expensive gift or not. But I wanted to think it over first. When I asked the men if I could bring the papers by the dealership the following day, they replied , “Sure”.

And to make Garrett’s gift even more attractive, one of the gentlemen said just as they were leaving, “By the way, Mr O’Keefe, your insurance card is in the glove box and the regular license plates are in the trunk. They were both paid up front for a year.”

The second they drove off, I looked at everyone and they looked at me. I had no idea what the hell to say so I got into the car fully embarrassed by the spectacle of students who were drooling over it. I started it up and drove the car over to the parking lot where I naturally parked it away from all the other vehicles. I sure as hell didn’t want to get a scratch on it. Just as I walked back inside my dorm, naturally Sean and a flood of my fellow dormies were right there to greet me. Sean quickly asked with a wide smile of his face, “Collin who the hell gave you that car?”

Well, I sure as hell wasn’t about to say, “ My new boyfriend, Sean who happens to be rich and gay.”

So I quickly replied with a huge smile on my face, “Well Sean, I won it in a contest at the car show over at Astrodome that was held last weekend. But I haven’t decided yet whether to keep it or just take the cash instead”.

Needless to say my big white lie went over without even so much as an eyebrow being raised for most of my fellow dormies shouted out for me to keep the car while only a few said that I should take the cash instead. Sean told me to definitely keep the car. I just shrugged my shoulders and replied that I would definitely think it over and decide the following day.

The minute I got back up to my room, I wanted to get Jim’s opinion first. Since we were going bowling that night anyway, I decided to drive the car over to the bowling alley so he could see it first hand.

When I hopped in the car later that night, I was almost scared to take it out onto the street. But the second I popped it in gear and peeled out, I couldn’t believe how awesome it really handled. I felt so damn good in it that I really didn’t want to give it back. And who could blame me, I asked myself.

Just as I pulled into the bowling alley parking lot, Jim and some of his fellow flight attendants were pulling up. They had just gotten off a flight and were following one another over to the bowling alley. When they first saw me pull up and get out of my new car, their jaws nearly dropped to the ground.

As the gang quickly came over and stood around me and the car while they marveled over it just like my fellow dormies had done earlier, I explained the car was given to me as a gift by Garrett. Most everyone in the group had either met Garrett at one time or the other, or had at least heard of him for he was certainly one of the most affluent people in the gay community. And while only Jim knew that I was actually seeing him, most everyone in the gang knew that his company hired me to model a swimsuit line for one of his clients.

After a minute or two, I asked Jim in front of everyone if he thought I should keep it or give it back. While he stood there and thought about my question most everyone jumped in before he could reply and said that I should definitely give it back. And while no one mentioned specifically why I should return it, the reason was quite obvious. I knew they felt Garrett was trying to buy me by showering me with expensive gifts.

Just about the time I kind of came to the same conclusion that it wouldn’t look right for me to accept the vehicle, and was all set to tell everyone I would just return it the following day, Jim suddenly jumped into the conversation and remarked, “Well I don’t know about that guys. I mean someone who was born with God’s gift to throw a fast ball 95 miles an hour gets paid 20 millions bucks a year in baseball these days. And a guy born with God’s gift to throw a football 75 yards down a line gets paid about 10 million bucks a season. So if Collin here was born with God’s good looks to model clothes, I don’t see why he can’t accept a little old forty thousand dollar or so automobile, do any of you?

I couldn’t believe it! I couldn’t believe Jim had actually drawn that kind of analogy in front of everyone. When put that way it sure was rather difficult for anyone to argue against his reasoning and logic. And it was Jim opinion that mattered most to me anyway.

Jim even added to bring everyone including even me back down to reality, “And besides, guys, let’s get real here for a moment. Garrett trying to buy Collin off with a new Porsche would be about like any one of us regular Joe’s trying to buy Collin off with a new shirt from Walmart,” as he chuckled with a wide smile.

Of course everyone sure as hell got a quick laugh out of Jim’s statement because they knew he was right.

And before I could say anything, Jim sealed the deal when he remarked, “Just don’t tell your parents, Collin. They don’t need to know everything that goes on down here with you. And if you need to park the car when you go home this summer, you’re more than welcome to park it in my garage. You know I have an extra space there anyway.”

Once again Jim being the great friend that he truly was came to my rescue and gave me a reason to save face over accepting such an expensive gift. And of course the first thing I did that night was let him take my new car out for a spin right after we finished bowling.

When Garrett got back from Poland the following week, I gave him a big hug & kiss and certainly thanked him for my new car. That weekend we drove up to Dallas because I couldn’t wait to take the car on a road trip. Of course Garrett wanted to rent hotel suite at about the fanciest place in town once we got there. But I insisted that I wanted to pay for our weekend together. Therefore we stayed at a rather modest hotel and went out to a hamburger joint on Friday night and a moderately priced Mexican restaurant on Saturday. Of course we spent about half the weekend naked in bed for we just couldn’t get enough of one another.

And without a doubt the thing Garrett liked about me the most was I didn’t always want to be wined & dined like he once told me he felt had to do with his past lovers. I just liked it when we were together by ourselves without any kind of fan fare involved. He knew I was falling in love with him and I certainly didn’t need to be continuously impressed by his wealth and influence for our relationship to last.

When the second semester ended just five weeks later, I hopped on an airplane right after my final exam on Friday afternoon. And while I was having the best time of my life, nevertheless I couldn’t wait to go home and see my family and friends. The minute my plane landed that night, I was the very first one off. As I walked up the jetway, the first thing I saw was my little sister, Jodi, the one who I always called, Muffin standing right out in front of the terminal building between my two parents. The instant she saw me, she jumped up & down and screamed out with a joyous look on her face, “Collin ! Collin! Collin! Collin! Collin! Collin! Collin! Collin! Collin!”

Just as I got a little closer, I heard the gate agent say to her, “You better go get your big brother for us little girl,” as he let her run underneath the rope and down the jetway to greet me.

The instant she ran up, she jumped into my arms and wrapped her hands tightly around the back of my neck. She gave me a big kiss on my lips and exclaimed. “I’m so glad you’re home Collin. I’ve really missed you. I don’t want you to ever, ever, ever leave again.”

I quickly replied, “Well I’ve really missed you too, Muffin,” as I gave her another big kiss on her lips.

When we walked out into the terminal building my mom & dad were right there to put their arms around both of us for my little sister refused to let go which was just fine by me.

The next morning when I woke up around six o’clock, it took me a few seconds to realize where I was. I quickly got out of bed and dressed. When I came downstairs, my little sister Muffin was already up and waiting for me. Right away I told her I was taking her to McDonalds for breakfast like she and I often did by ourselves on Saturday mornings while everyone was still asleep. I grabbed the keys to my mom’s car, left my parents note and we headed off to our Egg McMuffen and pancake breakfast.

That weekend I stayed close to home with my family. I played golf with my dad & brother on Saturday afternoon and watched movies with my mom & sisters that night and on Sunday. Of course I phoned Steve right after and I got back from golfing. We agreed to meet on Tuesday afternoon over at his place for he had to go down to Gary, Indiana (about 60 miles away) on Monday to see a long time friend of his, Rebecca who I knew very well. Both Steve and Rebecca started off teaching together back at my old elementary school and she had since moved to Indiana.

But little did I know I was in for somewhat of a rude awakening when we got together on Tuesday although I should have expected it at some point. After I walked through Steve’s door, of course we embraced and gave each other a deep long wet kiss. Then we sat down on his sofa and visited. After I informed Steve that I thought I would wind up making four A’s and one B on my second semester’s report card, for an overall first year GPA of 3.8, the phone rang. It was his mom calling from Phoenix, AZ where his parents had retired to some years back.

He quickly excused himself for a few minutes so he could chat with her in private back in his bedroom.

While I sat there and waited on the sofa, I observed this really neat World Atlas book resting right underneath his glass coffee table. Since I didn’t know how long Steve would be on the phone, I pulled it out and thumbed through it just to pass the time. No sooner did I get about half way through the book, when an envelope full of pictures fell out and onto my lap.

Thinking that they were probably just photos of Steve with either his family or friends, I pulled them out. But the photos were hardly what I expected and I was immediately taken back. Instead they were pictures of Steve and this kid, Randy Hobbs. I had known Randy and his older sister practically my whole life. His sister was a year older than me and Randy was two years younger. The interesting thing was, I always suspected Randy was gay even though he was big time into sports. Most the pictures were either of Randy inside Steve’s condo or of Steve with Randy downtown at the Sears Tower. There was even a couple of photos of Randy laying across Steve’s bed all sprawled out in nothing but his underwear with a really cute smile on his face. In a way I guess I was pissed off because Randy reminded me so much of myself. He was about 5’8 130 lbs, brown hair, hazel eyes and his body was as smooth as a baby’s butt. And of course I could see why Steve liked him. He had a hot little body and the cutest face a guy could have. It was so damn boyish looking! And from what I remembered of Randy, he was a very pleasant person to be around too.

And while I was upset, I also realized that I was being a bit of a hypocrite given my affairs with both Allen and now Garrett over the past year. I mean I sure didn’t expect Steve to go without sex anymore than he should have expected me to go without it. But I was still pissed nevertheless given the pictures were so indisputable or “in your face” which of course hurt.