It was a typical Saturday afternoon for Tate. It was 2:00 pm and he was still meandering around the house in his pajamas.
His father burst into his room suddenly. He rambled on about Tate getting his lazy ass into gear and getting dressed. He reminded Tate that his friends would be arriving at the house around 4:00 pm and told Tate that he needed to wear something appropriate. His father left the room before Tate could even respond.
Tate’s father was hosting his annual kickoff party for the Ohio State football season. The game was scheduled to start around 8:00 pm, but there would be four hours of feasting and drinking prior to kickoff.
Tate’s mother reluctantly allowed her husband to have the party each year, but she refused to be the one who did all the cooking and cleaning. She planned a weekend trip with her sister to Chicago filled with lots of shopping and dining out.
That left Tate’s father to do all the arrangements by himself. He had seemed pretty stressed out about the party over the previous day as he tried to get ready for the big event.
Tate had a strained relationship with his father. Tate was openly gay, and his father did not approve of his lifestyle. His father didn’t like the fact that Tate was twenty-three years old and worked a part-time job while still living at home either.
Tate would readily admit that he was lazy and generally unmotivated. Some of that was Tate deliberately wanting to get a rise out of his father. The other part was simply Tate trying to find his place in the world. They lived in a conservative, rural area where there weren’t many uncloseted gay men. This meant that he stood out in many ways, and he was steadfast in his refusal to hide his true self.
Tate looked himself over. He wasn’t sure what his father’s complaint was about his pajamas. He thought that they were absolutely cute. Alright, it was probably because he had bought them at Victoria’s Secret and they were, of course, women's pajamas. They were silky, pastel-pink, summer pajamas. The shorts were rather short, and the top had a low neckline, but otherwise, they were completely appropriate.
He paced around his room for a while. Tate didn’t have any plans for the night, mostly because he had broken up with his boyfriend a few weeks prior. He decided to hang around the house for the evening and to have some fun entertaining his father's guests.
Tate headed to the bathroom and started to clean up for the party. He hopped into the bathtub and proceeded to shave every visible hair from his entire body. That wasn’t a large task since he didn’t have a lot of body hair anyway. Despite his age, Tate still looked rather boyish. He was often confused to be a young man of “high school” age. Tate was still quite slender, and his lack of muscular development only added to his boyish appearance.
Once he had finished cleaning up, Tate returned to his room. He rummaged through both his closet and chest of drawers until he found the perfect outfit for the occasion. Tate smiled and chuckled to himself. He couldn’t wait to see his father's reaction.
He remained inside his room until all of his father's guests arrived. Then he walked through the patio door and into the backyard. He walked past a series of chest-style coolers filled with assorted beverages, but mostly beer. His father glanced up from the grill and a look of horror filled his face. It was clear that he wanted to confront Tate, but he was reluctant to make a scene.
Tate was only wearing a thong-style American Male brand swimsuit. It was rainbow tie-dye in color and fairly skimpy. The front had a low profile and Tate’s modestly sized package fit tightly into the small front pouch revealing every intricate detail. Tate smirked as he walked toward the seven men sitting at the picnic table and a few assorted outdoor chairs. He continued walking as he passed them and circled the perimeter of their swimming pool. His backside swayed seductively as he made sure that they all got a good look at his best feature.
Although the pre-game party would be held in the backyard, there was no chance that any of the adult men attending the game would be using the pool. They were all wearing either jeans or shorts with an Ohio State Buckeyes t-shirt or jersey.
Tate lined himself up to jump into the pool. It was the first week of September and it was nearly time to close the pool for the season. The temperature of the water had been dropping rapidly over the past couple of weeks. He suspected that it was going to be in the low seventies on that day, but he hadn’t checked the thermometer.
Tate took a deep breath. He knew that it was going to be a shock to the system when he jumped in. The second that he hit the water, his chest locked up. He tried to react as little as he could. He thought that he was going to pass out before his lungs would work again, but eventually, he was able to regain his breath.
Tate splashed around in the pool for about forty minutes. He repeatedly climbed in and out of the pool with his back turned toward the men or he would swim around with his bottom pointed upward. He could see that most of the men were glancing in his direction only to turn away in an effort to avoid notice.
He could see them whisper among themselves, clearly saying derogatory things about him. Tate found it quite funny that all of these “straight” men seemed to have such disdain for him but clearly couldn’t stop watching him.
His father was starting to plate up all of the meat from the grill. The men gathered at the table and readied for the feast.
Tate climbed out of the pool and approached the table. He was shivering from the cold as he had been in the water for far too long. Tate’s modestly sized package had shrunk to the size of an acorn. He wedged his icy body in between two of the men. His shriveled nub stuck straight out, clearly revealing the outline of the head of his penis.
There was grilled corn on the cob, pork chops, and assorted sausages on the table. His father was still cooking the T-bone steaks. Tate noticed that his favorite chicken sausages were on one of the platters.
“Ooh, I love sausages!” Tate squealed.
He reached over the men and across the table as he daintily grabbed a sausage between his thumb and forefinger. He lifted it to his mouth and gave it a seductive lick before taking a small nibble off the end. He looked around to find that he had a captive audience. It was just as he had hoped.
Looking in his father’s direction, he said in his lippiest, most effeminate voice, “Father, the sausages are super-yummy!”
His father didn’t respond. Tate took another nibble of the sausage and scanned the table. He snatched a nearly full bottle of Bud Light away from one of the men and took a swig. Then he backed away and strutted toward the patio door; sausage in one hand, beer in the other. He placed the sausage in his mouth as he slid open the door. He closed the door behind him and immediately burst into laughter.
He finished his sausage and beer as he reveled in his moment of triumph. It didn’t take long for him to decide that he was not done embarrassing his father.
He returned to his room to begin the second phase of his plan. Tate grabbed the enema shower attachment from his closet as well as his smallest dildo. He headed into the bathroom and proceeded to shower as well as perform his evacuation routine. Once he was finished, he grabbed the well-lubricated dildo and tested to make sure that everything was clear. After several rounds of relubricating and reinserting the dildo, he was confident that he was ready to go.