Queer bent bastard

As we pulled apart, it was like looking at a new person. His eyes had a sparkle in them that I had never seen before, not even in the pool, and he had a grin on his face that could have lit up a city.

“Oh, fuck,” he exclaimed with a laugh. “We’re gonna be in deep shit if we don’t get this stuff ready.”

“Oh, I think they’ll be cool with having to wait a little while,” I responded as I glanced at the patio doors and saw four more very big grins.

Kyle started washing potatoes again and I moved back to my side of the island and started chopping veggies. This time, when I glanced up I didn’t see an anxious young man giving me furtive glances, I saw a relaxed young man giving me a big smile.

“Can I ask you something?” I asked.

“Sure, what?” he responded.

“In the water you seemed, I dunno, more confidant or at ease,” I said.

“My dad can’t swim,” he replied. “I know that sounds weird, but I guess it’s like… maybe, subconsciously, I feel safe in the water.”

“Actually, it makes sense…I think,” I said. “It’s amazing how the subconscious mind works.”