Is it so wrong to find yourself in compromising situations? With your boss? How about if we throw a straight woman into the equation? Or a bottle of hooch? Let's rewind to hot desert summer, Idaho 1997.
The boy had just come out a few months prior. Sowing his oats. Testing the waters. Acting gay when he was scared to death and didn't even know what the word gay hardly meant. The party was a mixed one...straight, gay, men, women, co-workers, neighbors. A backyard affair betwixt good food, wine, and happy people. The crowd dwindled a bit toward the end of the evening. Somehow, it happened. One boy, then two, then three. In the hot tub on the back patio. Clothing strewn on the green grass around the tub -- shorts, fancy t-shirts, flip flops. Maybe four, five, or six of us. Naked, the bubbles covering up our nervous parts. All good so far. Then the bottle of tequila arrived. Damn that person who brought it. But, hey, as long as it's here.....who needs a glass? Nope, just pass the sucker around. We'll lap it up and pass it on. And then things get just a little fuzzy when some dude starts riding the circuit...one boy, to the next, to the next. Whoooo....my head is spinning a little. And here comes Mr. I'm Cute Straight Married Man With My Wife to see what's going on over here in the GBITHT (Gay Boys in the Hot Tub). Somewhere along the line, somebody thought it may be fun if we get the straight wife of this guy into the hot tub. "Oh, I shouldn't," she bantered without an ounce of conviction. "Oh, what's there to be afraid of in there with all of those gay boys," her husband echoed back. So, she jumped in. We bubbled around for a bit like chunks of fish in a pot of stew. Babbling, drinking, embarrassed even. But having fun. And that damned tequila......god, it was grabbing at my gray matter by the globs.
I don't really remember when, but the straight lady ended up leaving -- even though her cute husband wanted to stay, and stay, and stay to watch, and watch, and watch. Hum. Pervert. We ended up in the TV room after a few hours, not a stitch on, co-workers, my boss, friends and neighbors alike. Doing things we still giggle and remember fondly today.