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to Hawaii, I’m teaching you both some good, defensivemoves.”

“Dad was fantastic,” Ferricsaid. “He stayed calm. He did exactly what they said.” Ferric’sface went soft. “He told them not to hurt me. He looked afterme.”

Francois’ face went through a myriad ofemotions. “That’s why I love him, son.”

The music changed and Mom and Larsstarted kicking up their heels on the dance floor.

We all watched them for amoment.

“If Lars acts inappropriatewith my favorite lady, I might use the taser,” Ferric said andwalked toward my jitterbugging mom.

I felt the increase ofpressure from Francois on my arm. He steered me to the men’s roomand into one of the elegant stalls. Heck, the men’s rooms here werenicer than most of our house back in Oahu.

“Do you know how much I wantyou?” I asked Francois as he slammed me up against the wall of thestall.

Passion flared in his eyes.

“Show me.”

It was hard to move with myentire body jammed against the wall, but I started with some tonguedancing, kissing him in earnest. He responded to my kisses, histongue all over mine. I clung to him, feeling safer than I hadsince I’d gotten out of our bed that morning. He always made mefeel safe. I got a flash of the gunman’s weapon in my face andblocked the image. With my body immobile, my hands were free toroam under my lover’s Alohashirt. His skin was warm and soft. I stroked hisnipples and I felt his breath catching in his throat as he kissedme.

I undid his shirt buttons and hereleased me long enough to let me undo the fly of his new blackwedding pants. He wore the black boxer briefs I’d picked out forhim that morning. His massive cock jutted to the right, strainingthe fabric. I grinned. The word Mingo was stitched in red acrossthe piss flap. I liked knowing that raging cock was allmine.

Pushing the underpants down, I bent,greeting his cock with my lips. He stood, legs splayed, armsagainst the wall, as I frisked his cock, crouched between hispooled pants. Somebody came into the stall beside us and took anextra-long piss. We tried not to make any noise, but I’m not thequietest cocksucker in the world and this was the cock I loved. Islurped on my man with gusto. The guy next door paused.

“Jesus Christ,” he said andshuffled out of the stall.

“I think that was Mele’sfather,” Francois said, making me laugh around his cock.

“Get up, Mingo.”

He helped me to my feet, my mouth slickwith his juices.

“I want you to come in mymouth,” I said.

He opened his mouth in protest, but mylips closed around his right nipple and his head went back inpleasure.

I went back to work on his cock. Itshead was spongy, sweet, the shaft rigid and yet, satiny. I couldhave sucked him all day, but the moment I sneaked my hand betweenhis balls, letting the pads of my fingertips massage his ball sac,he started to hump my head.

“Oh, Mingo, Mingo,Mingo!”

He shot down my throat like a cannon. Ikept him in my mouth, pleased to have brought him such joy. Ireleased him, smiling up at him.

And to think that until he met me,Francois had been a toilet-sex virgin.

“You are too much,” he said,pulling me into his arms. He glued his mouth to mine and his handsworked fast to release my cock from my pants. He stroked me andkissed me, his mouth at my throat. He bent to suck me as somebodyelse came into the bathroom.

“Christ, they’re still atit.”

Yep, Mele’s Dad.

I came fast for Francois, as hisfingers stroked my ass. He was a possessive cocksucker. He held myass in his hands as if I might pole-vault out of the stall. Myspirit sure did, but I remained flat against the wall, clutching mylover’s head as I filled his mouth.

We emerged, a peaceful feeling washingover me as Francois took me by the hand. Mele’s Dad rushed past usinto the men’s room. We rejoined Ferric who was waiting for thewedding cake to be cut. It didn’t look bad at all. Somebody in thekitchen had gone to some trouble to smooth out its dings and dents,kinda like Francois had just done with me.

“The brides smooshed thecake into each other’s faces and I glimpsed my lover re-pocketinghis taser.

“You have to have a slice totake home,” Mom said sidling up beside me.

“I’m not traveling allacross the country with wedding cake.”

“It’s supposed to be goodluck sleeping with a piece under your pillow. When are you twogetting married anyway?”

This was a sore point and not one Iwished she’d harp on.

“I want a wedding,” mymother said. “I want my grandson living in a legalhousehold.”

A few people glanced ourway.

Ferric handed me a piece of cake. Icould just see Francois letting me put this under our pillows. We’dnever get the lavender color stains out. I bit into the cake. Man,I might as well have upturned a bag of raw sugar into my mouth.Even Ferric inconspicuously slid his cake plate onto a buffettable.

“I’m ready for Chinese foodnow,” Francois said. We were both cake guys, all three of us were,but with both Ferric and I abandoning ours, he knew it was time tomove on. “Do you think fried rice comes with pineapple the way itdoes back home?”

“Francois,” I said. “I loveyou.”

He grinned. “What can I say? I’m anisland guy.”

We piled into Lars’ big black SUV. Wemade a short pit stop at Target and picked up a new Game Boy and acouple of games for Ferric who seemed so happy it broke my heartthat he’d lost the original in the course of a violentcrime.

Francois’ cell phone rang.

“It’s your mom,” he said toFerric, who shook his head. Francois let the call go tovoicemail.

“You don’t want to talk toher?” Francois said.

“No. She just….no, I don’t.”He stared at the new packages in his hand, his shopper’s highevaporating fast.

“Ferric?” Francois’ tone wasgentle. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“She wants me to go back toMiami and I don’t want to. She doesn’t want me. She wants ababysitter for her new kid. I don’t want her to know what happenedtoday. She’ll pick a fight with you and make me gohome.”

The thought of losing