Golden Glories

by Gerald Lopez

  “Hey, I’m a working man,” Sister Mack said.

  “Dude, really?” Sister Joe said. “Just go check the grill and don’t mess with me.”

  “Make it a game of boys vs men then,” I said.

  “Woo-hoo!” Sister Joe said. “Let’s go with that—who’s playing?”

  “I need to check my e-mail,” Alex said. “And ping-pong isn’t my game.”

  “Mine either,” Braeden said.

  “What the hell,” Forrest said. “I’ll play on your team, Layton.”

  “Thanks, babe,” I said when Forrest walked up to me. He surprised me with a quick kiss.

  “That was for luck,” Forrest said.

  “I’m not kissing you, Sister Joe,” Sister Randy said, “but I’ll play on your team.”

  They gave each other a high-five, then Sister Randy turned to Sister Vaughn and spoke.

  “Babe, sorry, but you can take over for me mid-game or something.”

  “That’s OK,” Sister Vaughn said. “Ping-pong is boring, although….”

  “Although what?” Sister Randy said.

  “I have an idea that could make things more interesting,” Sister Vaughn said.

  Chapter 16

  Game Challenge

  “NO BETTING,” SISTER Joe said. “I had a small problem with gambling last semester, remember.”

  “Oh yeah,” Sister Randy said. “I forgot about how you lost a thousand bucks betting on that one game of darts.”

  “Darts?” I said. “Damn, you did have a problem, if you were betting on darts.”

  “I wasn’t gonna mention betting,” Sister Vaughn said. “My idea is even better than that.”

  “What is it already, Sister Vaughn?” Sister Randy said. “You can be such a tease sometimes.”

  I looked at Forrest and smiled.

  “Strip ping-pong,” Sister Vaughn said.

  “Say what?” Sister Randy said.

  “Works for me,” Sister Joe said. “It’s nice and private here, and it is just us dudes.”

  “No way,” Forrest said.

  “What’s the matter, Pops,” Sister Joe said. “Worried you won’t measure up to us boys.”

  “I’m not your pops but we—my partners and I do have an almost six-year-old son,” Forrest said.

  “Hey, punk,” Alex said to Sister Joe. “Both my men will more than measure up—that’s if you manage to score a point.”

  “If the game happens, and your men aren’t scared off,” Sister Randy said.

  “It’s on,” Alex said. “Chip isn’t here, so play, men. Waste those boys!”

  “I think that was a command by our leader,” I said to Forrest.

  “You’d better play to win, Layton,” Forrest said.

  “Ready, ladies, or do you have to confer with the boss man?” Sister Joe said.

  “Play,” Forrest said, in a strong determined way.

  “Ooh that sent chills down my spine, big boy,” Sister Joe said, then hit the ball toward Forrest, who was so flustered he missed.

  “Damn it!” Forrest said, then kicked off his sandals. “You won’t get another one past me so easily.” He picked up the ball, then hit it with the paddle.

  Sister Randy hit it back with such a light touch that Forrest couldn’t get to it in time.

  “Shit!” Forrest said.

  “Have you ever played this game?” I said, as Forrest took off his shirt.

  “No!” Forrest said. “No, I have never played this damn, stupid game! I don’t typically play games.”

  “Not even with Chip?” Alex said.

  “Kiddie games, but never ping-pong,” Forrest said. “Why the hell would I play ping-pong?”

  “Holy effing shit,” Sister Joe said. “I was gonna say I felt bad, but… but holy effing shit. My God—I knew you’d have a body on you but shit you must work out day and night. No offense, dude, but you could frisk and handcuff me any time… and I do mean any time.”

  “That is one helluva chest, no offense,” Sister Randy said.

  “No offense taken, guys,” Forrest said. “It’s good genes and some time at the gym that’s all.”

  “One of you switch teams with Forrest,” Sister Vaughn said. “It’s not a fair game if the guy’s never played ping-pong before.”

  “I’ll team up with Layton,” Sister Randy said.

  “Naughty, naughty,” Don said from where he sat watching the game.

  “Interesting,” Alex said.

  “What?” Forrest said, as he walked to the other side to take Sister Randy’s place.

  “Shannon e-mailed me a bunch of information she found out about the key since last we spoke,” Alex said.

  “And?” Forrest said.

  “And she said that well, basically this can be a very horny place, because of the cult of the blue light having been here years ago,” Alex said.

  “Lots of supernatural sexual energy, you mean,” I said.

  “No,” Alex said. “More like residual type lust.”

  “Hmm,” Forrest said, and looked at the boy nuns.

  “We’re horny all the time at school, too,” Sister Mack said from the grilling area. “We’re just young—that’s our way. We can never get enough of hot daddy studs like you, sheriff, or your studly partner Layton.” He laughed. “I’m just playing with y’all—mostly. Mind you, we are always horny, and up for anything safe.”

  “It’s kind of sad and pathetic but true,” Sister Vaughn said.

  “Hell, I remember being your age,” I said.

  “So says the man who will show someone his dick at hello,” Forrest said.

  “Whoa,” I said. “Are you thinking you can take me on, newbie? Because I detect a competitive streak in you, and I say bring it on, Daddy.”

  “It’s getting intense now,” Sister Joe said. “I like it. Let’s play.”

  Despite all the talk, Sister Randy and I took it easy on Forrest, so he would have time to get the gist of the game. I managed to get the ball past Sister Joe, so that he was now barefoot. But at that point, he decided to play tough and hit a ball toward Forrest who to everyone’s surprise managed to hit it back.

  “Oh shit, man!” Sister Joe said, as the ball flew past him. “Excellent shot, Forrest!” He picked up the ball then started to lift the nun covering from his head.

  “Not that, dumb ass,” Sister Randy said. “We’ve gotta keep them on till last. Dude we’re the boy nuns, c’mon. Drop those shorts instead.”

  Don hummed the stripper tune as Sister Joe teasingly lowered the corner of his shorts.

  “It’s a good thing I decided to wear something under these things,” Sister Joe said, then unzipped his shorts and let them drop.

  Sister Joe bent over to pick up his shorts, giving everyone a clear view of his almost naked ass that was perfectly displayed in the jockstrap he wore.

  “Now that’s hot,” Forrest said. “I’m inspired to play, let’s do this thing.”

  “Excuse me,” I said.

  “Just talking truth, babe,” Forrest said.

  I turned Sister Joe so I could get a good look at his posterior. “You do have a nice one.” I gave it a gentle slap with my paddle. “Let’s beat those bastards!”

  “Yeah!” Sister Joe said.

  “Hang on,” Alex said. “Shannon says to be wary of a sudden breeze, because that usually precedes a ghost sighting and glowing waters.”

  “The glowing water’s both bad and good,” Braeden said.

  “How can you tell the difference?” Sister Mack said.

  “The color,” Braeden said. “But I can never remember which color is good and which bad.”

  “Shannon doesn’t say which color is bad or good,” Alex said. “Let me text her. You guys, play, but be nice.”

  “Nice my ass,” I said, then on my turn I got the ball past Forrest.

  “Damn it!” Forrest said. “You did that on purpose!”

  “I don’t play to lose,” I said. “Now drop those shorts, buddy.”
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br />   “Drop those shorts!” Don chanted. “Drop those shorts!”

  The others joined in the chant until Forrest angrily unzipped and dropped his shorts. Alex rushed over, picked up the shorts then kissed Forrest on the cheek.

  “That was for good luck,” Alex said to Forrest.

  Forrest grabbed him, then kissed him hard on the lips while dipping him.

  “You’d better kiss him and use tongue too, cause you’re gonna need all the luck you can get,” I said.

  When Forrest finally stopped kissing Alex, he let him go then looked at me and raised his eyebrows trying to get a rise out of me. He almost did—a rise of a different sort. Alex walked back to the sofa and sat down.

  “Hey where’s my kiss?” I said

  “You’re not being nice, so you don’t get one,” Alex said.

  “What?” I said.

  Forrest walked over to me and spoke. “You can have some of his residual kiss.” he kissed me with tongue, then smacked my bottom with his paddle before going back to his side.

  “That smack was for getting the ball past me, meanie,” Forrest said.

  “I am trying so hard not to get… hard right now,” Sister Joe said.

  “Silvery,” Alex said abruptly.

  “Huh?” Sister Joe said.

  “The water will look silvery first, that means it’s bad,” Alex said. “Then it will turn gold. When it goes gold, people will usually jump in, so they can have good luck for the year.”

  “Nude,” Jorri said, as he walked out of the kitchen. “You gotta jump in the water nude when it’s shimmery gold.” He looked at Forrest and Sister Joe. “You two are more than halfway there. I guess I can tell who’s losing at this game. There’s a slight delay on the shrimp, so don’t fire up the grill just yet, Sister Mack. Y’all doing alright out here.”

  “Yes, Sir,” I said.

  “Well, play nice,” Jorri said. “Randall was ready to bring some soap out here to put in your mouths.”

  “We were just having fun, Jorri, I swear,” Sister Joe said.

  “Alright then,” Jorri said. “Don’t make me come back out here with a switch to use on your behinds.”

  “Don’t tell them that, Jorri,” I said. “They might like it.”

  Jorri chuckled, then went back in the kitchen.

  “You won’t catch me getting in some golden water,” Sister Mack said. “I’m not into that kind of thing.”

  “What are you talking about?” Sister Vaughn said.

  “Golden, as in golden showers,” Sister Mack said, then looked at Forrest and me. “These guys wouldn’t be into golden showers, and neither am I.” He looked at us for a response. “You aren’t into that, are you?”

  “No comment,” I said.

  “Dudes, c’mon—you don’t… you know?” Sister Mack said.

  “It was a part of a sex spell,” Forrest said. “Or rather a way to get rid of a sex spell that was put on me, and Layton helped me out.”

  “By peeing on you?” Sister Mack said.

  “We peed on each other,” I said.

  “That’s what dogs do to show ownership,” Braeden said.

  “Too kinky for me,” Sister Mack said. “Yuck, I think I’d rather stay under the spell.”

  “Don’t knock it, Sister Mack,” Sister Joe said.

  “You would let a guy pee on you?” Sister Mack said.

  “It’s just pee, man,” Sister Randy said. “Leave Sister Joe alone.”

  “A long as the guy peeing didn’t just eat asparagus, who cares?” Sister Joe said. “It might be fun, right Forrest?”

  “Fun?’ Sister Mack said. “You really are a freakin’, horny bastard. You’d probably do anybody here.”

  “Maybe, why not?” Sister Joe said. “All the guys here are hot. Older, but so what. Even Don has a hot body. I’m a single gay guy, I’m allowed to be horny! Even if I was straight, it would be alright for me to be horny. Don’t judge me. We’re roommates, and I know what you do alone under the sheets at night when the lights are off.”

  “You’re gonna mention that, are you?” Sister Mack said. “In front of all these guys.”

  “We’ve all been there,” I said.

  “We haven’t all been where you guys have gone, and some of us have no intention of going there,” Sister Mack said.

  Randall stepped out of the kitchen with a bar of soap in his hand. “OK who wants to be the first to taste my soap. We don’t play like that here, boys. This is a place of refuge from the judgment of the world. So, I don’t give a shit whether someone likes piss or… shit. We do not judge them. Do you all understand what I am saying, or do I need to take my soap to you? And don’t think I won’t.”

  “He’ll do it,” Braeden said. “And he’s right.”

  “I’m sorry, Sister Joe,” Sister Mack said. “I don’t know what got into me, and why I started talking smack to you. You’re my best friend and you know that.”

  “Yeah, come here big guy,” Sister Joe said.

  When Sister Mack walked over, the two hugged and everyone clapped.

  “I think they’ll play nice now,” Braeden said.

  “They will,” Don said. “Or I’ll kick their asses.”

  We continued to play ping-pong until the four of us were completely naked. I thought we compared well to the nun boys although they had significantly less mass to their bodies.

  “How come I’ve been working out at the gym every day and I don’t have a body like yours, Forrest,” Sister Joe said. “Layton’s buff too, but you’ve got us all beat.”

  “I just have more mass, and you’re more lean—cut muscle,” Forrest said. “But like we said earlier, for such a lean guy, your ass just pops perfectly.”

  “That’s part genetics and part squats,” Sister Joe said.

  “There’s nothing wrong with being lean and cut is there?” Sister Randy said.

  “Hey, I like your body,” Sister Vaughn said.

  “Look at your diet and find a healthy way to add mass to your physique,” Forrest said, then made a huge muscle with his arm that had the boy nuns swooning.

  “What is going on here with all these naked men?” Julio said, as he entered the pavilion carrying several packs of beer.

  A woman’s sharp scream made us all jump.

  Chapter 17

  Uninvited Guests

  A BUXOM BLONDE in denim cut-offs, and a tight cropped T-shirt with a restaurant logo on it had walked in. She carried a big, white, bakery box.

  “Now this is what I call a sausage party!” the woman said, then laughed. “Whoo-hoo!”

  I was quick to cover my privates with my hands, as were the others.

  Nikki walked out of the kitchen followed by the others.

  “I thought I heard a familiar scream,” Nikki said, then hugged the blonde.

  “Mom, what are you doing here?” Pete said.

  “Well that’s a fine how-do-you-do,” the blonde said, then addressed those of us who were nude. “Nude ping-pong I’m guessing, how fun. I’m Bambi. No need to hide the goods, boys, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before. At least they’re impressive, and not all dicks are, if ya know what I mean.”

  “Mom!” Pete said.

  “Oh please, baby boy,” Bambi said. “Not all dicks were created equal, although who really cares, as long as they work. If they’re functional, there’s always something you can do with ‘em. Right, Nikki, Jorri. I mean you can ride ‘em, blow ‘em, salute ‘em if they’re really big, and even whistle ‘Dixie’ on ‘em.”

  “Whistle ‘Dixie’?” Sister Vaughn said.

  “Y’up,” Bambi said. “One of Pete’s uncles liked me to whistle Dixie while I was blowing him. It was a blast, and God he was a handsome man.”

  “Who was that?” Pete said.

  “Your Uncle Dilby,” Bambi said.

  “I remember Uncle Dilby,” Nikki said. “He was a very giving man.”

  “Very,” Bella said, while fanning himself.

  “God, I mis
s Uncle Dilby,” Pete said.

  “He’s coming back home to stay, next month,” Bambi said. “That’s what I came to tell y’all. That, and to bring these cakes from Poppy at the restaurant. He heard you had extra company.”

  Jorri took the box from her and peered inside. “Mmm black forest cake and lemon cake.”

  “Yum that black forest cake is almost as luscious as our very naked Forrest holding the ping-pong paddle,” Bean said.

  “Loving the shoes, Bean,” Bambi said.

  “Loving the new tits, Bambi,” Bean said.

  “That was lottery money well spent,” Bambi said, then looked at us. “I won a little lottery money, but the first thing I did was pay off the house. After that I bought myself and some of the gals at work new boobs. Just those of us who were lacking. I bought Macy an uplift—poor dear, her big ole’ titties were getting droopy.”

  “They really were, poor thing,” Nikki said.

  “And they’re so big,” Randall said. “You know they had to be hurting her back they were so heavy.”

  “They were, girlfriend,” Bambi said. “Poppy had to close the restaurant while we were getting our boobs done.”

  “He needed to redo the place anyway,” Jorri said.

  “I gave him some money to just dress it up a bit,” Bambi said. “He’s such a great boss. I mean, I could’ve bought my own restaurant, but didn’t want the headache. The gals and I were able to show off the new goods while we handed out pamphlets to the old-timers.”

  “Mom, tell me you’re not the one who almost gave that old guy a heart attack,” Pete said.

  “I won’t start lying to you now, baby,” Bambi said. “Hey, he tipped me a five just to flash him.”

  “Your tits are so great they almost killed a guy?” Sister Mack said. “Show ‘em.”

  “Show me the titties!” Don said.

  Everyone joined in the chant, and Bambi quickly lifted her shirt and shook her tits at us.

  “Damn, I think I just had a straight moment for the first time in my life,” Sister Mack said.

  Bambi laughed. “They’re well worth the money. My tips have increased significantly since the boob job. The other girls have noticed a sizeable difference in their tips too after they got bigger boobs. And that old man on the pier had gas, that’s all—not a heart attack.”