Travis actually worked as a carpenter -- he made good money building custom furniture for rich people. He was in his 40s, muscular, with a beard and a hairy chest, wearing overalls with no shirt.
He had two dogs, who greeted Joe enthusiastically, two cats, and a rabbit. Plus two pick up trucks, a wood shop, a refrigerator full of beer, and a living room with copies of Field and Stream on the coffee table. Just like my mother's relatives in Indiana, except he was gay.
I started having fantasies of those long, dark nights at the farmhouse outside Garrett, sitting on my Uncle Paul's lap or trying spying on Uncle Ed's "gun."
Although Joe and I hadn't discussed it on the way up, I naturally expected to "share."
No discussion of sharing, so I decided to bring it up myself.
"It's great that you're still such good friends with your ex," I began, ignoring the fact that in gay communities, most of your friends are ex-boyfriends. "I'm not really close to Blake, who I dated before Joe."
Joe grabbed my knee vigorously. Later I discovered that he was prodding me to change the subject, but I thought he was just being affectionate.
"You dated Joe's roommate?" Travis asked, eyes widening.
"Sure. In fact, we hit it off one night when Blake and I...."
Joe nudged me.
"What? I was just going to mention the night we..."
"...all had dinner together! Hey, Boomer, let's go out into the backyard and look at the stars! They're very bright out here in the woods!"
"Ok, ok, I won't bring it up."
In the middle of the night I got up to go to the bathroom, and passed Travis's bedroom. The door was wide open. Travis lay in bed. He had kicked off the covers -- I could see a bare backside illuminated in pale light from the nightstand. The dogs, curled up on the floor, looked up expectantly.
If he didn't want to invite us in, why did he sleep naked, with the door wide open?
I went in, patted the dogs each on the head, and moved on.
On Saturday we hiked to the top of Indian Head, and then explored the village of Woodstock, where the hippies never left. In the evening, Travis invited a couple he knew, Todd and Henry, both hairy, bearded bears, over for grilled steaks and vegetables. They brought a pie.
"Um...in the City," Joe said. "Boomer knew my roommate Blake."
"There are so many temptations in the City!" Todd said. "Bath houses, bear parties, hot guys cruising you all the time. How do you manage to stay faithful? It's hard enough for us, out here in the boondocks!"
"It takes work," Travis said, "But it's worth it, right, guys?"
But I was tired of feeling guilty over sharing. "That's the nice thing about gay relationships -- they don't have to obey that heterosexual 'wife as property' rule. Nobody's going to get pregnant, so who cares if you bring in a third guy from time to time? I...."
They were all staring at me, except for Joe, who had suddenly become very interested in feeding a piece of steak to a begging dog.
"Sharing?" Travis asked.
"Um...of course, it's not for everyone..."
"Oh, please, we're not hicks!" Henry said. "We have Travis over all the time!"
"He isn't!" Joe exclaimed. "Or...every time we talk, he goes on and on about how you should be faithful to one guy, how he's only been with three guys in his life."
"I wasn't...um, exactly honest about my love life," Travis said. "I didn't want you to think I was a slut. Quiet, shy farmboy from Ulster County, altar boy at the Catholic Church, doesn't even know that gay people exist, has to ask me how they go about having sex."
"That was eight years ago! I'm...people change. They grow up."
"Ok, ok," Henry said. "I see what happened here. Everybody was afraid to come out. But I can solve this little disagreement with two simple words: Bear Party. Right here, right now. Who's up for it?"
See also: Landing My Boyfriend's Roommate.
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