The next two weeks dragged by. I couldn't wait to see
David again and had to work hard to focus on my
studies. Having that old pair of his glasses really
helped me get through...of course, there's nothing
like the real thing. Getting together every two weeks
became the norm for us through the rest of the
semester.
At last, finals were over and the summer stretched
before us like the blue ocean. To celebrate my freedom
I was going to spend a week at David�s - and meet his
parents. I found the prospect rather intimidating
really. I just wanted to be alone with him, instead
I�d have to make polite conversation with these
upmarket people. But I knew I would have to do it
sooner or later, especially if he was to become a
fixture in my life. That was the plan after all.
But first I spent my last evening with my roomies, the
ever dour RonE and the crazy Helmut. After a few
drinks RonE wasn�t so uptight, and Helmut was, well,
he was Helmut. Despite some differences we cried at
our parting of the ways, and promised to keep in
touch. As far as Helmut was concerned I really meant
it. We�d lived in each others pockets for three years
and there was a bond. Helmut also got hired by a
local company that sponsored his visa, thus allowing
him to stay in the US, making it that much easier to
stay in touch. RonE was going back to India so there
wasn�t much chance we�d see each other again, but I
took his home address anyway, and fantasized, rather
nastily really, that I�d use it for a civil union
invitation he�d have to turn down. Eventually it was
too late, we all headed for bed, but RonE turned back.
Then he did a really strange thing. He hugged me.
�Dana, this is going to sound like jealousy or sour
grapes or something, but I want you to listen to me.
Before you get seriously involved with that boy think
carefully about the future.�
He sounded so sincere, so, un-RonE-like, that for once
I did really listen. But I wasn�t sure what he meant,
so I asked him outright.
�It�s hard to put into words without sounding
insulting,� he replied �but let�s say some of his
choices don�t make any sense. In fact they�re quite
disturbing. Think about it.�
I did. I couldn�t sleep. I kept going over it in my
head. But I was in too deep now.
David collected me and all my junk in his father�s
SUV. What a great car. It had a hitch on the back, and
he told me we were going out on his parents� boat one
last time before they sold it.
�They�re retiring� he said �and moving to the East,
that�s where they come from. I�m staying out here, so
I�ll have to find a place of my own.�
I was hoping, maybe even half-expecting him to ask me
there and then to share it with him, but nothing more
was said. I thought it would be a bit much to suggest
it, so I put that idea on hold. It was a rather nice
idea though.
As always, David and I had plenty to chat about as we
drove to his parents'. I always love watching David
drive - there's still something erotic about the way
those beautiful glasses enable him to see the road
ahead - I can�t explain it...and today, being sunny,
he had clip on shades attached to them. The clip ons
had blue lenses and were held onto his glasses by
extra long metal clips. His optician had a jeweler
extend them in order to fit on David's deliciously
thick lenses.
A few times during the drive, the sun would hit
David's face in the most beautiful way. The polished
edges of his lenses sparkled like diamonds. The blue
clip on added a bit of sapphire...and those green
eyes...God...emeralds.
"Jewels!" I said
"Huh?" David asked.
"Jewels. Your glasses and eyes are sparkling like
jewels...diamonds...sapphires...emeralds...I feel like
I'm traveling with my own personal jewelry store."
David smiled, took my hand, kissed it and said "Dana,
I love you so much. I've never met anyone like you.
We so belong together. You're the the gold and
platinum band that completes the jewelry."
"I love you too David. I have never met anyone like
you either. I was just thinking about Ronnie at The
Park and how he and Julian are going on six years
together. I would love that to be us someday."
"Me, too!" David said "You know, The Park is just off
the next exit. Do you want to stop by and say hi to
Ronnie? It's Saturday. He should be there. He told
me that he only works on Saturdays"
"Sure! He was so nice. Let's go." We arrived at The
Park as they were opening. David and I were the first
customers. We held hands as we walked in. Ronnie was
not behind the bar, but the bartender, an exotically
handsome man smiled as we walked in.
"Hi, welcome to The Park, what can I get you guys
today?"
David ordered two frozen virgin margaritas and asked
"Is Ronnie working today?"
As the bartender prepared the drinks he said "Ronnie
will be here in a couple of hours. He had an
appointment. I'm Julian, his partner. Do you want me
to give him a message?" While he was talking, David
removed the clip on shade exposing those thick
glasses. A big smile came to Julian's face as he said
"You must be David and Dana. Ronnie told me about you
two and how he should all get together. He kept
hoping that you would come in again. He's going to be
disappointed that he missed you. Please leave me your
number. I will have Ronnie call and arrange dinner or
something."
David said "Julian, it is great to finally meet you.
Ronnie was so nice to us and told us about you too.
I'm sorry we never made it back here. We both got
busy with school but now that summer is here, we will.
Here's my cell phone number. Have Ronnie call me."
We finished our drinks and thanked Julian for his
hospitality. He came around to the other side of the
bar and hugged us.
Everything brought back memories of our first date.
It, again, was a nice drive down the coast. When we
arrived his parents greeted him as if he�d been away a
week instead of a couple of hours, but they greeted me
just as warmly. It was a bit overwhelming, but nice at
the same time. They put me completely at ease in fact.
We had lunch, and then David excused himself to help
his father get the boat ready. This was all new to me.
My family�s sole vehicle was a truck, but I didn�t
mention that. I just said we lived in the country and
when they asked what my father did I told them he was
a salesman and didn�t offer anything further. David
would learn about my humble origins soon enough,
maybe, if I ever had to tell him. I just wanted to
forget it.
Joan, David�s mother was easy to talk to, and we
chatted while getting a few things together for our
boat trip, but I wasn�t expecting what came next at
all.
�I expect you're wondering why we're so cool about
David being gay and why we don�t mind you sleeping
with him.�
You could have knocked me down with a feather. A very
small feather. Nothing had actually been mentioned
about exactly where I�d be sleeping during my stay,
and I didn�t see where David�s father put my larger
bags. But they had disappeared. Obviously they�d been
put in David�s room. I didn�t know what to say, so I
told the truth. She laughed.
�Oh, Dana, I�m sorry, he should have told you. Don�t
worry, we�re not going to make a big thing out of it,
in fact we�ll act as if it was nothing, but I ought to
tell you that it means a lot to me that David has
found a guy like you.�
Like me? What on earth had he said?
�I�m really very ordinary actually........� I begun,
but Joan had something to get off her mind.
�Dana, we are aware that David is different to other
boys because of his bad eyesight. We�ve always done
everything we could to make up for that. David and I
have always been close and have had such a great open
relationship. Being a woman, I know how girls can be,
and I feared he would only fall for the type that
would not get past the thick glasses to appreciate him
for all his great qualities.
David was 16 when he told me that he thought he was
gay. Bill and I had gone to a wedding and got home
late. We were surprised to see David waiting up for
us. He asked us about the wedding but couldn't wait
to tell us about HIS day. He spent the afternoon
studying with a boy in his drivers ed class. We knew
that David was excited about this new friend. They
both enjoyed music and cooking. They quized each
other on the driver's manual, played CDs, and made
lunch.
David had always enjoyed helping me in the kitchen but
told me that cooking with his friend was a totally
different experience. He compared it to ballroom
dancing and told me that they moved about the kitchen
so well together. For dessert they each grabbed a
pint of ice cream and ate it on the couch while
watching MTV. Before long they were feeding each
other...soon after, they were hugging and kissing.
David was beaming as he told us about how passionate
it all was. He was so excited to be kissing someone
who was kissing back and not trying to pull his
glasses off.
He told me that the few girls that had acted
interested in him always wanted him to take off his
glasses. Being so helpless without his glasses, David
wouldn't take them off and he never got kissed until
that day. My boy was sweet sixteen and had never been
kissed. Besides the kissing, what excited David the
most was that he found someone who liked him as he was
- thick glasses and all. The only time the glasses
came off his face that day was after his friend left.
David realized how sweaty and dirty his glasses had
gotten, and gave them a good cleaning.
I remember it being a Saturday because the next day at
church I lit a candle and thanked God for helping my
boy experience love. I also prayed that he watch over
David and send him the perfect life partner, be it
male or female, when the time is right. I thought
being gay would be easier for David but he�s never had
any real luck romantically. Now that he�s found you,
someone who, well, loves him for who he is, the least
I can do is not get in your way. Especially as it�s my
fault.�
A look of regret that only a mother can have came over
her, and I told her to continue.
�You seem like the sort of person who�ll understand,
Dana. David�s biological father, and that�s about all
he was, he may as well have been a sperm donor for all
that he�s done for his son, well, he was in a band. We
were on the road when David was born.�
�Oh my God� I blurted out, I couldn�t hold it back
�You don�t seem the type!�
�Well, you see, I was, very much the type. No more
than a groupie really Dana. We had a relationship of
sorts, but it was very short-lived. I�m not sure it
would have lasted anyway but after....... like I said,
we were on the road, and David was a healthy baby,
thankfully, so we never saw a doctor, and I just got
behind on things, like his shots. I kept meaning to
get them done, but we were always on the move. Well,
before I got round to it, David got measles. He was
really ill, I thought I was going to lose him.....�
She broke down. I put my hand on her shoulder.
�....it�s OK Dana, just a lot of guilt. I�ve never
told anyone this before. Not even Bill.
Actually....not even David.�
She wiped her tears.
�I really thought I was going to lose my little boy.
He was such a sweet age, about 18 months old, and full
of energy. I just enjoyed him so much, and then he was
so sick. I didn�t even take him to a doctor then, I
just kept him cool, and hugged him. But eventually his
fever went down, and the rash went away, but he wasn�t
right. He wasn�t David anymore. Instead of the bouncy
fun little guy I knew he just sat there all day
hugging his toys. His.....father....thought he was
brain-damaged, and he told me to get rid of
him.........�
That was it, the floodgates. She sobbed until I swear
I heard her heart break - how many years had she held
this all in?
�He wanted to just leave him in a church, or a mall or
somewhere, it was all too inconvenient for
him.......so I collected what things I had together,
took David and left. I had nowhere to go. I�d traveled
right across the country with the band. I had no
money, nothing. I didn�t have the courage to call my
parents. I didn�t know what to do Dana, all I had in
the world was David, and I didn�t know what was wrong
with him, and I was on the street.�
�Well, I just started walking and it started to rain,
so I stopped inside a doorway, and a lady coming by
asked me if I needed any help. I told her I was
homeless, and she was so kind, she got me a room in
her building for free until I found a job, and she
watched David while I worked. Then one day when I was
picking him up she said to me �I think there�s
something wrong with your boys eyes�. I hadn�t even
thought of that. I thought it was his mind you see. We
took him to her doctor, and he said the illness had
damaged his eyes. It seemed so simple when they said
he just needed glasses, and he�d be fine, and he was.
I mean he started to run and jump and play again. It
made such a difference to him. But you never saw such
a little boy in such strong glasses. Then as he got
older it got worse, they warned me that would happen.�
�Of course he got teased at school, but I always made
sure he had the right answers, and knew how to run if
he needed to. And when he got bigger, well I�d met
Bill by then, and he taught him how to fight. Bill was
so good. He has been a real father to him. He�s always
been there for him. And, I don�t need to tell you,
Bill has provided well for us. His business has been
really successful, we�ve had everything we needed and
more....David has had everything. Except someone, you
see, and now....I just want you two to be happy.�
It made sense. I was proud of her, she wasn�t
cosseting her only child, like it would be so easy to
do, she was giving him wings.
David and his father arrived back and ended our chat
abruptly, but I thought I understood what she was
trying to get across to me. Her boy was so precious to
her.
We carried food and drinks down to the jetty and got
into the boat. It was a beautiful afternoon with a
breeze and the guys took turns at the wheel. Each time
it was David�s turn I stood next to him and he showed
me places along the coast that he knew, and promised
to take me. Finally his parents went below and gave us
some space. I swear I saw Bill wink at me.
This was the return journey, and it was so incredibly
romantic being beside him, as the sky got redder over
the water, and we watched the sun go down together,
just before we reached his home. Even then we stayed
on the boat after it was tied up, and just sat
talking. I saw his parents pull the drapes across up
in the house, and I understood. He did too.
�Did you ever make love on a boat?� he asked, and
moved closer.
�Actually, I�ve never been on a boat before.�
�Really? Then we MUST introduce you to the movement of
the ocean.�
My khaki shorts had a six button fly. David started at
the bottom, and as he opened each one I felt my desire
for him rising inside me. By the time he reached the
third button I wanted him to hurry, but he was
savoring each one. Finally he opened the top button
and my shorts just fell away. I had no underwear on
underneath. He seemed surprised at that, but
delighted. He looked up at me and the lights from the
jetty reflected in his thick glasses. Without a word
he reached for a blanket under the bench, laid it down
on the deck, lifted me with his strong arms and
lowered me face down onto it. He ran his hands up and
down my back and shoulders, and I tingled all over, I
wanted his hardness inside me, and he didn�t make me
wait any longer. Quickly he took off his pants,
entered me firmly, and a huge smile came over my face.
As he thrusted he told me he loved me over and over.
When it was all over, I turned over and held him very
tight, and I told him,
�I love you so much it terrifies me.�
He kissed me and nuzzled my face and I could feel his
glasses against my cheek. It was so fantastic that I
started to cry, and he thought he�d hurt me, but I
reassured him.
�Oh my God I love it when you do that� I told him �and
I can�t explain why, but please, do it again.�
He laughed, and laid his head on my shoulder. I could
feel the thickness of the lenses against my neck. It
was so beautiful, that I totally lost myself in the
sensation. We lay there for so long it started to cool
off. I half got up, intending to button up my shorts,
but as I looked at him I was overwhelmed again with
the way his eyes looked, the sparkle of the lights in
those amazing lenses, and the metal arms reaching into
his blond hair. I reached down to feel if his pants
were still undone and was greeted instead by a big
erection, which I eagerly slid onto, and I rode him
like a pony. In my passions, sweat dripped from my
brow onto his glasses, and when we were done I took
them from him, to clean them on my tee shirt. It was a
service I hoped to perform regularly, and he seemed
happy to let me.
Even at just a couple of feet away, I guess I was a
blur he didn�t even attempt to focus on, but as I got
slowly closer to kiss him I saw him squint for the
first time as I was almost, but not quite sharp.
Then, just a couple of inches from his eyes he said,
�I can see you there�. And he smiled. I think that was
the moment when I realized just how very bad his eyes
were, and how helpless he was. RonE�s words went
through my head. He was happy with this situation,
everyone worried about him, but he seemed to revel in
it. I was curious about something, but now was not the
time to ask. I wondered how he explained his
preference for the older-style lenses to his eye
doctor and family. Also, considering how the cost
would be no big deal, his parents were bound to have
offered to pay for him to have laser surgery at some
point. How had he explained that he didn�t want it?
No, now was not the time to ask. I was afraid he might
misunderstand my questions, he might think I wasn�t
happy with him as he was - but I was. I wasn�t like
the others. And I didn�t want to give him ANY doubts.
As I finished polishing his glasses and put them back
on him, I couldn�t resist asking him however,
�Do you feel vulnerable?�
He grinned, broadly, but said nothing. I wasn�t sure,
but I got the feeling that meant the answer was yes,
and he liked it. There was something more he wasn�t
telling me. He was enjoying this.
We dressed ourselves, straightened each others hair
out, and made our way back up to the house. It was
quite a steep path and he went ahead, holding my hand
and pulling gently so that the ascent was effortless.
I really hadn�t chosen my shoes very carefully, well,
I hadn�t packed for a boat trip, I had only the
flimsiest flipflops, but sneakers or boatshoes would
have been better, and as I stumbled slightly on an
unlevel step he felt it immediately and grasped my
hand much tighter, stopping me from falling.
�Do you feel vulnerable?� he asked, and beamed.
Part Three
