All Queers Must Die

by Gerald Lopez

  “I’ve been so horny since waking up. Then seeing you, and hearing you talk about your times with Reese are turning me on big time for some reason.” He whispered in Bart’s ear. “I’d love that fantastic mouth of yours a little lower on my body.”

  After kissing Jeremy and slipping his tongue inside his mouth, Bart turned his body, got completely under the sheet and started sucking on Jeremy’s cock. He ran his hands along Jeremy’s legs, which had gotten skinny too, then sucked on Jeremy’s balls—first one, then the other. He could hear low moans coming from his lover as he continued. His own cock was getting hard, and he let his hands glide over the front of his shorts. Soon his hand encountered Jeremy’s hand, and he felt his shorts being unbuttoned and unzipped.

  JEREMY knew he loved Bart more than he ever had, and there was nothing and no one that could ever separate them. Just looking at him had always gotten him horny, and hearing him talk about Reese, then picturing them together was driving him wild. In the past, the two of them had brought dates home, and even had sex in front of each other. It had always turned Jeremy on to watch Bart. Once or twice, Bart and he had locked eyes with one another during those times, and it had pushed Jeremy to the edge. He felt like a fool, realizing what a strong attraction there had always been between them, yet they’d always been afraid to act on it until recently. Bart’s mouth felt so good on his cock that he couldn’t help but moan again. His tongue explored the cock in his mouth, and he could taste the sweet pre-cum drip from it onto his tongue. Soon, neither of them would be able to hold back.

  THEY BOTH came in unison, then Bart turned back around, so he could kiss Jeremy and they could share their cum between them. He lowered Jeremy’s hospital gown, zipped up and buttoned his shorts, then put his arms around Jeremy and held him.

  “I’m yours, you know, J. All you have to do is tell me not to do anything with Reese or anyone else, and I’ll stop.”

  “I know that,” Jeremy said. “I’m not threatened by him or ‘anyone else’. Besides, you need to keep doing what you’re doing until the job is done. Any change in your behavior will look suspicious. Just be sure to tell me all the details, when everything’s finally over.”

  “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you want a chance at Reese yourself. What about poor James? He liked you a lot too.”

  “Ha, ha,” Jeremy said. “James is alright, but only as a friend. Can I be completely honest?”

  “Haven’t we always been honest with one another?” Bart said.

  “Yeah, that’s true,” Jeremy said. “Thinking of you and Reese together reminds me of the times we had sex with other guys in front of each other. We only did that a couple of times when we brought dates home, but it was such a turn on watching you. Sex for you is almost an art, and as dirty or perverted as it may sound… the idea of you and Reese naked and having sex is a huge turn on.”

  “Mr. Orion was a pervert. You’re no pervert, J. And when Reese told me about you two in the steam room, it really got me hot. I was glad you had someone that was nice to you. And it really got me hot.”

  They looked at each other and chuckled.

  “This is so weird, being together again and we’re sitting here talking about Reese, when it should be all about us,” Jeremy said

  “Reese is a nice guy, and it’s clear both of us really like him… a lot,” Bart said. “But, Jer, don’t you see. It really is all about us. Part of what we both find so attractive about him is how good he treated the one person we love most in the world. I care about him, because he cares a lot about you. He and I have that in common. And I love him, at least as a friend, because of that.”

  “The same is true for me,” Jeremy said. “Of course, it doesn’t hurt that he’s gorgeous and has a great body.”

  “That doesn’t hurt at all,” Bart said.

  “Reese has a hard time knowing who to trust and who not to trust, Bart. When he learns the truth about everything, I hope he won’t hate us.”

  “He won’t. He’s smarter than you give him credit for.”

  “Well, to change the subject,” Jeremy said. “I think that was pretty damn clever how you got James and Gabriel together.”

  “Remember, that’s how I got my friends Chet and A. J. together.”

  “That’s right,” Jeremy said. “I’d forgotten about that… and they’re still together. Your matchmaking methods are somewhat unorthodox, but there’s no doubt they work.”

  Bart leaned back against Jeremy and fell asleep. He awoke when someone nudged his shoulder. When he opened his eyes, Jeremy was looking down at him, and Lisa was standing next to the bed.

  “We hated waking you, but I’m leaving, and Dr. Farrow asked if I would give you a ride back to the resort,” Lisa said.

  “Please, don’t make me leave you, Jer,” Bart said.

  “You’re gonna make me cry, you look so sad, Bart,” Jeremy said. “You know you have to go back, but we’ll be together again soon. Besides, you don’t want our boy Reese worrying about you.”

  BART AND Lisa walked silently back to the limo and got inside. Once they were on the way, Lisa spoke.

  “I won’t ask about the Reese comment.” She smiled and continued. “Julia’s been a big help to your mother and the other doctors. Thank God, she’s so organized… and could put her hands on everything they needed.”

  “Now we just need to find out who the real culprits are in this chupa case.”

  “Bart, would you consider running the Maynard Shores Beach Resort until Jeremy’s able to take over? While I was at the hospital waiting, your mother e-mailed me a copy of your résumé, and it’s as impressive as Jeremy’s. James also seems to think you’re coming along nicely with the training, so it’s a no-brainer for me to offer you the position.”

  “Jeremy thought you might make me that offer, and I gratefully accept on behalf of both of us. You should know that I may have crossed the line with some of the employees, mainly Reese, in order to try and learn what was happening with Mr. Orion and the chupa stuff.”

  “You only did what you felt was necessary,” Lisa said. “Besides, I’m not nursemaid or mother to my employees. You’re all adults. As long as what goes on in my employees’ personal lives doesn’t affect the resort, then it’s none of my business. And actually, even though I just said what I did, Reese is a special case. He could do with having a certain established couple looking out for him.”

  “As long as the other workers don’t get wind of things. Then it would become a gossip fest, and some of the workers might get their panties in a wad.”

  “There is a certain finesse to dealing with employees. The Brits, like James, come naturally to it. The British don’t tend to get as close to their employees as their American counterparts do. There’s always an invisible barrier between them, which I suppose goes back to the days of the grand manor houses.”

  Bart yawned. “Sorry, I think I’m still half asleep. James was talking about manor houses in regard to mystery stories. I guess upstairs and downstairs gossip is what helped those detectives solve their cases. But it always comes down to who to trust, and I suppose some of the masters of the manors were wrong to trust their servants.” He felt his eyes growing heavy.

  “It’s not so much that they trusted, or didn’t trust their servants,” Lisa said. “The servants in a manor house were like the furniture. They were always around, should they be needed. This meant they knew everything that went on in those households. Eventually, the lord and lady of the manor and their family would grow so accustomed to having the servants constantly there that they became invisible.”

  “Invis…b…bbbbble, that’s import…”

  When Bart awoke, the limo was stopped in front of the Maynard Shores Resort’s employee apartment complex.

  “You’re home again, Bart. Oops, I need to start calling you Jeremy again, don’t I?”

  “Yeah, that would be for the best,” Bart said. “Say, Lisa, the servants used to live downstairs in the manor houses
or in the servant’s quarters, but our housekeepers don’t live here on the resort property… do they?”

  “No, but they work in shifts, so there’s always someone available should we need them. Why do you ask?”

  “I don’t know. Something was starting to come to me, then I fell asleep.”

  “Well, I’m sure it’ll come back to you. My mind is totally focused on the viewing at my home tomorrow.”

  “That’s sort of a gross custom,” Bart said.

  “I agree, but I think in my husband’s part of the world, people want to make sure someone like Orion is dead, and not just pretending to be.”

  “I’m really glad you turned out to be one of the good guys, or gals,” Bart said. “I liked you from the moment I met you.”

  “Ditto,” Lisa said. “Now get the hell out, so I can go home and plan a viewing.” She smiled and opened the limo door.

  Before leaving, Bart gave her a mock salute, and saw her laugh.

  As he entered the courtyard of the employee apartment complex, he saw someone splashing in the pool. A smile formed on his lips as realized that it was Reese waving to him. A warm feeling filled Bart’s body, and emotions started rising to the surface, so he tossed off his flip- flops, ran, and jumped into the pool. After swimming to Reese, he pulled him close and kissed him hard and passionately on the lips. A few minutes passed before he stopped.

  Reese caught his breath, shook his head, then spoke. “Wow! That was something else. Why don’t we take this to your place?”

  “That’s a good idea, because we need to talk,” Bart said.

  Chapter 61

  The Quiet Before the Viewing

  BART OPENED the front door, and as soon as he and Reese were inside, he shut it again, pushed Reese against it, and began feverishly making out with him.

  “What’s gotten into you, Jer?” Reese said.

  “I’m just happy, Reese.” He kissed Reese again. “Happier than I’ve ever been, I think. You are so special,” He slid his hand across Reese’s face. “We both think your special, and… and I’m going to prove to you how special you are to us.” He forced himself away from Reese, but still stood in front of him. “I just hope you won’t be mad about everything.”

  “OK, now you’re scaring me. Who’s this ‘we’ and ‘us’ you’re talking about, Jer?”

  “I’m going to lay it all out for you, because I trust you, Reese… completely. I’m not Jeremy… I’m his best friend and lover Bart Farrow.”

  As soon as Reese got over the shock of the news, Bart explained everything to him. “I hope you don’t feel like I used you, Reese.”

  Reese leaned over and kissed Bart on the lips. “I think you’re a freakin genius, man. It’s like you’re James Bond and I was your Bond babe.”

  “You are my ‘Bond babe’,” Bart said. “We need to keep this up until we find the people behind the chupa cocktails.

  “I’m starving, dude,” Reese said.

  “Why don’t you order some pepperoni pizzas, or whatever you want, and I’ll call Frank to join us.”

  “Great idea,” Reese said. “I’ve got the pizza place’s number saved in my cell in my bag. I’ll phone them from the back bedroom, while you call Frank.” He walked down the hallway.

  Bart had just gotten off the phone, when there was a knock on his door. He opened it and Simon rushed in, shutting and locking the door behind him. Reese entered the living room again; and for just a second, Bart thought he’d made a huge mistake trusting the lifeguard.

  “Simon, what’re you—” Bart couldn’t finish his sentence before Simon had put his hand over his mouth.

  “Shhh,” Simon said, removing his hands from Bart’s mouth. “I know what’s going on.”

  There was another knock on the door and everyone jumped.

  “It’s probably Frank,” Bart said. “He was just coming up from his room.”

  “Make sure it’s him before you open the door,” Simon said. “Look out the window… discreetly.”

  Bart did as Simon told him, then turned around to face him again. “It’s Frank.”

  “Do you trust him? I mean, really trust him?” Simon said.

  “Yes,” Bart said.

  “Then hurry up and let him in,” Simon said.

  After Bart let Frank inside, Simon shut the door and locked it again.

  “What’s happening?” Frank said to Simon. “You look about ready to jump out of your skin.”

  “That’s because I found out at least part of what’s going on,” Simon said. “And I am freaking out.”

  “Found out about what?” Frank said.

  “I found out who’s involved with the chupa cocktails,” Simon said. “And they’re everywhere around this resort.”

  “It’s the housekeeping and cleaning staff,” Bart said.

  “How long have you known?” Simon said, surprised.

  “I didn’t put it all together, until you just said what you did,” Bart said. “Then it all clicked in my mind.”

  “Well, I’m freaking out, because that means this operation is huge,” Simon said. “And I don’t want to be involved in something like that.”

  There was yet another knock on the door, and everyone jumped again.

  “It’s probably just the pizza guy,” Bart said.

  “He couldn’t get in here without one of us letting him in,” Reese said. “He doesn’t have the security code to get into the complex.”

  Bart walked to the window, looked out, then turned to the others. “It’s Alstair with our pizzas.”

  “Can we trust him?” Simon said.

  “Yeah,” Bart said.

  A FEW minutes later, all five men were seated in the living room eating pizza and drinking Cokes, which Frank had brought with him. Bart and Reese had changed into dry clothes, and were seated on the sofa. So he wouldn’t have to go home and change, Bart had lent Reese a T-shirt and shorts. Frank sat in one chair, wearing his usual T-shirt, shorts, and flip-flops. Simon was dressed the same as Frank, and seated in a chair he’d brought in from the kitchen. Alstair was also dressed in similar fashion, but he was barefoot and sitting in the other living room chair.

  “How did you find out it’s housekeeping behind the chupa cocktails, Jeremy?” Frank said.

  “Well, at first I was convinced Julia’s salon was involved somehow—without Julia and Simon’s knowledge.” Bart said. “And, as it turns out, a lot of the ingredients in the chupa cocktails are chemicals used in Julia’s salon products.”

  “But aren’t those poisonous?” Simon said.

  “Yes, and that’s why people are having all kinds of crazy reactions to the chupa cocktails,” Bart said. “Including death.”

  “Death’s a pretty bad reaction,” Frank said. “But wouldn’t that mean the salon staff are involved—not the cleaning people or housekeeping. And I’m not really sure of the distinction between housekeeping and the cleaning staff.”

  “I can tell you the distinction,” Simon said. “Housekeeping is employed by the resort, but the cleaning staff Bart’s talking about works directly for the salon. My friends from Jacksonville recognized two faces from the pictures that James and I e-mailed them. One of them is a female housekeeper here at the resort. They recognized her from the staff photos James sent them.”

  “And the second person?” Reese said.

  “They recognized her from a picture I sent them from opening day at the salon. She was in the background, but Ray recognized her right away. It’s an old lady friend of Lorena’s, who works on her cleaning crew. She’s had custody of her two grandchildren since their parents died.”

  “They still need to use car seats, right?” Bart said.

  “Yeah,” Simon said.

  “Then I’ve met her,” Bart said.

  “But, how did you know it was the cleaning people and housekeeping?” Reese said.

  “It was something James mentioned to me about how this felt like an old British mystery that would’ve taken place in on
e of those huge old manor houses,” Bart said. “Then Lisa and I talked about it, and I said the people who owned those houses were stupid to trust their servants. She said it had nothing to do with trust, because the servants weren’t seen as people, but as furniture. They were so much a part of the surroundings they went around doing their work unnoticed, almost as if they were invisible. And James had mentioned the invisible thing too. I was so tired earlier, I couldn’t figure things out, but when Simon mentioned ‘they’re everywhere’ it all came together in my mind.”

  “Simon, do you think all the housekeeping and cleaning crew are involved?” Reese said.

  “All of the cleaning crew, for sure,” Simon said. “They’re mostly all Hispanic,”

  “The Hispanic ones will stick together like that,” Alstair said. “Once one of them discovered and got involved with the chupa business, then the others probably joined up. They’d think nothing about killing ‘gringos’ to make some money.”

  “That’s an awfully racist thing to say,” Reese said. “But I’m afraid you may be right.”

  “It’s not all Hispanics that feel that way,” Alstair said. “It depends on how well-educated they are. And quite honestly, how they came to this country. If they showed the respect to come here legally, or if they came in by other means. Most Mexicans in this area have no love for this country. Half of the ones living in Maynard Shores have fake papers and ID’s. That’s a fact James discovered on one of his visits here about a year ago. He discussed it with Lisa Kristoff, but legally there was nothing they could really do. And the hotels and resorts in this area want the cheap labor. They’ll go after anyone that messes things up in that regard.”