busy with her many boyfriends to care where I was or what I did, so I had been pretty much on my own since childhood. Cory and Brett and Regina’s situation seemed like a little slice of heaven to me.

When Cory and I graduated and the resident manager job came open, the owner of course wanted Cory to take it, but Cory wanted to go on to Law School and didn’t think he could handle both. Brett was too occupied with baseball, and Regina was too young, so that left me. The week after graduation, I was installed in a one-bedroom apartment directly behind the office, with a connecting door, and was officially In Charge.

My main duties were to open the office at 6:00am for the check-out, and to close it at night at 10:00pm, and to be there every night for either night calls from the guests or late rentals. We did a good business, so most nights we were filled up by the time I closed, and then it was just a matter of answering the phone. I could still be up with that most of the night, however, so I would work out front from early morning until about 10:00am, when our daytime manager, Cindy, came in, and then sleep until 6:00pm or so, eat dinner, and come back out about 8:00pm to help with the evening check-ins. Of course, if anything came up, I could be awakened, but usually things ran pretty smooth.

Cory, Brett, and I all knew that if any of us showed up with a hot date and needed a room, we could get one, if there were any available, and we all took advantage of that at various times. Cory was the quieter of the two, but he got his share, as did I – Brett was the main stud-muffin, and he was the one who got the ball rolling for this little ride.

It was a hot night in August, and I had been in my new position about two months. I was closing up for the night with a full house, when I heard the unmistakable rumble of Brett’s ’67 customized Cougar out front. He swung out of the car and swaggered into the office, shirtless, barefoot, sweaty, and with a cute chick in the passenger seat. He was a sight to take your breath away – if you put Matthew McConnaghey, Brad Pitt, Ben Browder, and Owen Wilson in a cuisinart you might get Brett, if you’re lucky. Just the most strikingly sexual male animal on earth, to my eyes – but I couldn’t let him or Cory, or any of them know that.

See, while I grabbed my share of pussy I had figured out when I was in high school that I liked guys, too. I didn’t know what the word ‘bi-sexual’ meant back then but I knew that was my thing. I was not out particularly on campus – only the 100% gays made a point of going public; the rest of us kind of slunk around on the fringes, and grabbed what man-meat we could when we could, like I did. And Brett was one of my favorite