there who doesn’t have a boyfriend already, I’m sure he’d be interested in meeting you.”
“Thank you. I’d appreciate that.”
“Then we’d have two royals in our family. That would be unusual, to say the least!” Darren said.
President Wilson swept into the room with a big smile on her face.
“Hello, everyone, so nice to see us all together again.”
“Good evening, Madam President,” David said formally.
“Hi, Mom,” Darren and Brandon said at the same time.
Not to be outdone, Jack bowed to the President and said, “Good evening, my lady.”
The boys laughed as David’s jaw dropped open. Shane said, “Jack, the president is not addressed as my lady, but as Madam President.”
“Oh, that’s all right, I rather liked the sound of it,” Victoria said. “Where did you learn that phrase, Jack?”
“I heard it in some old movie called Fire over England . It was about the Queen,” Jack replied.
“Well there you have it, then, Jack. That’s proper address for someone in England, but not here in America,” Shane said.
As she sat down, Victoria rubbed the top of Jack’s head, making him smile.
“I have time for one drink before dinner. Henry, make me a gin and tonic, please.”
“Of course, ma’am.”
They chatted about the upcoming wedding and things to squeeze into the trip, and then Darren asked a question.
“Mom, I want to show Michael a couple of Washington bars like he showed me around London. Is that okay with you?”
“What kind of bars?” she asked.
“Gay dance bars.”
“As long as they’re not strip bars, I don’t mind. You’ll have to have a Secret Service detail, though.”
“I’ve talked to them, and they have a team that will be a great fit for the boys,” Shane said.
“Thank you, Shane. Well then, I suppose we should eat so the boys can go have some fun.”
Chapter 9
D INNER WAS delicious, and everyone ate their fill. The boys skipped dessert as they ran off to plan the evening, leaving Brandon and Jack behind at the table.
“I can’t wait until I’m old enough to go to the bars,” Brandon moaned.
“It will come soon enough. Don’t rush it, dear,” his mother said.
“I’ve got forever to wait,” Jack chimed in.
“Trust me, you’ll survive. Let Michael and Darren have their fun tonight,” David said. “It’ll be your turn before you know it.”
“Way too soon for your dads,” Victoria put in.
David nodded and then turned to Shane. “What kind of detail was put together for Darren and Michael?”
“Seven men in two cars. That’s plenty.”
“Okay, I’ll rely on your experience. I just want them to have a good time and be safe.”
D ARREN WENT to his old closet and found all his stuff right where he’d left it. He pulled out two pairs of jeans and a few shirts.
“Here, try on a pair of my jeans, and see if they fit,” Darren said as he removed his clothes. “They’re about four years old, but these jeans never go out of style.”
Michael stepped into the pair of Darren’s old jeans and had to struggle to get them up over his bubble butt. Once they were on, he had trouble getting them buttoned. The crotch area was worn to a paler shade of blue that highlighted his bulge.
“Damn, these are bloody tight. You can practically see my jewels!”
“Same here. I was hoping they’d be a little tight. I want everyone to stare at us while we dance and be jealous. Now pick a shirt, and let’s see how we look.”
They spent a few minutes trying on different shirts until each found something he liked. When they looked in the full-length mirror, their mouths fell open.
“Oh my God, look at us! We look amazing!” Michael said.
Darren smiled. “Yeah how about that.”
He reached over and rubbed Michael’s crotch, feeling how tightly packed everything was.
“Is that how this area became worn?” Michael asked. “Did you talk your dates into wearing your jeans so you could feel them up?”
Darren smirked.
“Thank you. I’d appreciate that.”
“Then we’d have two royals in our family. That would be unusual, to say the least!” Darren said.
President Wilson swept into the room with a big smile on her face.
“Hello, everyone, so nice to see us all together again.”
“Good evening, Madam President,” David said formally.
“Hi, Mom,” Darren and Brandon said at the same time.
Not to be outdone, Jack bowed to the President and said, “Good evening, my lady.”
The boys laughed as David’s jaw dropped open. Shane said, “Jack, the president is not addressed as my lady, but as Madam President.”
“Oh, that’s all right, I rather liked the sound of it,” Victoria said. “Where did you learn that phrase, Jack?”
“I heard it in some old movie called Fire over England . It was about the Queen,” Jack replied.
“Well there you have it, then, Jack. That’s proper address for someone in England, but not here in America,” Shane said.
As she sat down, Victoria rubbed the top of Jack’s head, making him smile.
“I have time for one drink before dinner. Henry, make me a gin and tonic, please.”
“Of course, ma’am.”
They chatted about the upcoming wedding and things to squeeze into the trip, and then Darren asked a question.
“Mom, I want to show Michael a couple of Washington bars like he showed me around London. Is that okay with you?”
“What kind of bars?” she asked.
“Gay dance bars.”
“As long as they’re not strip bars, I don’t mind. You’ll have to have a Secret Service detail, though.”
“I’ve talked to them, and they have a team that will be a great fit for the boys,” Shane said.
“Thank you, Shane. Well then, I suppose we should eat so the boys can go have some fun.”
Chapter 9
D INNER WAS delicious, and everyone ate their fill. The boys skipped dessert as they ran off to plan the evening, leaving Brandon and Jack behind at the table.
“I can’t wait until I’m old enough to go to the bars,” Brandon moaned.
“It will come soon enough. Don’t rush it, dear,” his mother said.
“I’ve got forever to wait,” Jack chimed in.
“Trust me, you’ll survive. Let Michael and Darren have their fun tonight,” David said. “It’ll be your turn before you know it.”
“Way too soon for your dads,” Victoria put in.
David nodded and then turned to Shane. “What kind of detail was put together for Darren and Michael?”
“Seven men in two cars. That’s plenty.”
“Okay, I’ll rely on your experience. I just want them to have a good time and be safe.”
D ARREN WENT to his old closet and found all his stuff right where he’d left it. He pulled out two pairs of jeans and a few shirts.
“Here, try on a pair of my jeans, and see if they fit,” Darren said as he removed his clothes. “They’re about four years old, but these jeans never go out of style.”
Michael stepped into the pair of Darren’s old jeans and had to struggle to get them up over his bubble butt. Once they were on, he had trouble getting them buttoned. The crotch area was worn to a paler shade of blue that highlighted his bulge.
“Damn, these are bloody tight. You can practically see my jewels!”
“Same here. I was hoping they’d be a little tight. I want everyone to stare at us while we dance and be jealous. Now pick a shirt, and let’s see how we look.”
They spent a few minutes trying on different shirts until each found something he liked. When they looked in the full-length mirror, their mouths fell open.
“Oh my God, look at us! We look amazing!” Michael said.
Darren smiled. “Yeah how about that.”
He reached over and rubbed Michael’s crotch, feeling how tightly packed everything was.
“Is that how this area became worn?” Michael asked. “Did you talk your dates into wearing your jeans so you could feel them up?”
Darren smirked.
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