Bernie and Gary check in with Trent

In the early afternoon, Bernie and Gary had caught up with Trent at The Milk Pail, a little diner near the beach. They sat at an outside table. Trent was working his way through a root beer milkshake while Bernie drank iced tea and Gary had a tall glass of cola, heavy on the ice.

"Debbie is just gonna eat that massage right up," Trent said. "Babe is always so tense. But she's the best thing that's happened to me this year. Chick is DTF, up for anything, I dunno, I might ditch a booty call from Stu if Debs needed me."

Gary blinked. This, from Trent? The guy who kept begging for attention from someone who would give him some dick?

Bernie suppressed a grin, seeing Gary's surprised expression.

"Anyway yeah," Trent said. "That was cool your mom offering a massage for me, and I'm down for that, or for more. "

Gary's ears felt warm, feeling like he and Trent had switched roles. Or maybe they were more alike than Gary had thought.

Trent laughed. "At least I get to see your big swinging dick, Gary my man, since Joyce's place is on Nudity Rules. 'Cause it kinda does rule. And if Joyce wants to hand me off to you, that's cool. Double team me if you like." He looked to Gary and then to Bernie.

"My mother will want to watch if there's any kind of sex going on," Bernie said. "But we can take things up to my room if you don't want that."

Gary looked a little hesitant, but said, "Whichever is fine."

Trent smiled and shrugged. "I'm cool. Half the sex I get is at Stu's parties or in threesomes with Stu and Debs, so yeah." He nodded to Bernie. "So hey. Debbie's kink is being watched having sex, so your mom's gonna be an extra bonus score for her if you're gonna be munching Debbie's butt. While Gary and me mix it up." Trent sucked down the rest of his milkshake. "Menard, your mouth, my dick. Switch off. Then your dick, my ass?"

Gary nodded, blushing a little that Trent was so blunt in public. At least someone would have to be trying to listen here at the outside table, with the street noise and the afternoon breeze.

"Gonna take that as a yes. Okay. Gonna piss, Then let's go. You comin?"

The Milk Pail had a trough in the Men's, so Trent took the opportunity to watch.

"You got a fine tool, my man," Trent said. "Glad your girlfriend isn't jealous about you spreading the love. Oh yeah, oops, does 'love' give you a hard-on?"

Gary stuffed his erection back into his shorts.

Trent got in his old beater of a car. followed Gary and Bernie to Joyce's house.