Dancing
with Madonna
Chapter Fifteen
Kyle wiped sleep from his eyes as he strolled into the dining room and plopped
down in a chair. His mother had knocked on his bedroom door a half hour earlier
than normal and announced that there would we a ‘family meeting’ at breakfast.
Such meetings were usually reserved for dinner.

His father was already at the table. He was wearing a dark blue, three-piece suit
with a striped red tie. He put his paper down when he saw Kyle. “Morning, Son,”
he said cheerfully.

“Morning,” grumbled Kyle as he took a napkin from the table and placed it in his
lap. “Why are we having a meeting so early in the morning? I’m not even awake
yet.”

His mother came from the kitchen carrying a platter with scrambled eggs, bacon
and sausage. “Wait until Melissa comes downstairs,” she said. She then walked
over to the stairs and hollered up to Melissa that she had exactly two minutes to
get downstairs.

Minutes later, Melissa walked in. She was still in her pajamas. “What is going on?”
she mumbled as she sat down. Mrs. Caldwell sat down and began placing
breakfast into everyone’s plate. When she was done, she sat back and nodded at
her husband.

Mr. Caldwell cleared his throat, looked at Kyle and Melissa and said, “I guess you
wonder why we’re having breakfast together this morning?” Kyle giggled when he
looked over at his sister as she rolled her eyes.

His father took a bite of a link sausage before continuing, “I’m going to be on a
business trip for a week,” he announced. “Your mother is prosecuting a big case,
and she’ll be getting home late at nights.”

Melissa asked sarcastically, “So why is this any different than the other times?”

“Because,” replied Mr. Caldwell with an angry tone, “there are going to be some
different rules around here, that’s what.”

Melissa’s eyes narrowed as she asked, “What kind of rules?” Kyle was just as
curious, but he decided to let his sister do the protesting.

He put his fork on the table and stared at Melissa. “Beginning today, there will no
more free hand-outs.”

Melissa asked skeptically, “What’s that mean?”

Mr. Caldwell looked at his wife. “We give you both a very generous allowance. In
the past, we’ve never had any expectations from you. We just gave it to you.”

Melissa’s eyes narrowed as she asked, “And now?”

“And now,” replied Mrs. Caldwell, “you’re going to earn it.”

For the first time, Kyle asked, “How? What do we have to do?”

“First,” replied his mother, “You have to maintain good grades in school. We
don’t expect you to be ‘A’ students, but we don’t want to see any grades below
a ‘C.’”

“Fair enough,” thought Kyle. He already made good grades, so he assumed that
this demand was directed at his sister.

Mr. Caldwell spoke again. “We are also going to assign you chores to do around
the house.”

“You’re kidding me,” mumbled Melissa. Kyle thought his father would get angry
with her, but it seemed he was choosing to ignore her. He then informed her that
she was to begin helping her mother prepare evening meals. On the nights that
their mother worked late, Melissa was expected to make dinner for Kyle and her.
She would also have a plate waiting for their mother when she arrived home. Kyle
and Melissa were not to wait anymore until she got home to fix dinner for them.

Melissa stood and hollered, “You’re kidding, right?” She looked down at Kyle.
“You expect me to make him dinner?”

Mrs. Caldwell shouted, “Sit down, Melissa!” Melissa hesitated a minute before
plopping down into the chair. “And the answer is yes, unless you want to wear
the same clothes to school until you graduate.”

Kyle looked over to see tears in his sister’s eyes. “This is so unfair,” she
grumbled.

His father cleared his throat, “Now, Kyle.”

He looked expectantly at his father. “Yes, Sir?”

“I would have you do outside chores,” he stated, “but we have a landscape firm
who handles that. So when the weather warms up in the spring, you are to keep
the pool clean.” He smiled slightly and added, “Since you now have friends who I
assume will be coming over to use it.”

Kyle’s face reddened as he replied, “Yes, Sir.”

“In the meantime,” he continued, “I want you to keep the garage clean during the
winter.” Kyle happily nodded his head. It appeared he was getting off easier than
his sister.

Kyle looked over at his mother when she started talking. “Both of you have been
wanting to get your driver’s license.” Kyle nodded his head. “In six months, if we
see that you are following our simple rules, and that you two are getting along,
then we’ll let you get your permit.” Kyle started smiling broadly. He always
assumed he would have to argue with his parents to let him drive. Melissa had
been arguing with them for over a year to get her driver’s license.

His father sat back and looked at his children. “Any questions?”

Melissa defiantly asked, “What if we don’t do it?”

“That’s not an option,” replied Mrs. Caldwell with a cold stare. “Besides, I don’t
think you would like the consequences.”

They continued to eat in silence. Kyle could tell by the grumbling noises coming
from his right, that Melissa was upset. He smiled to himself as he wondered what
meal she would prepare for dinner that night.

After Melissa and his mother left the table, Kyle remained behind. He looked over
at his father who had picked up the paper and was reading it. “Dad?”

“Yes, Son?” His father replied as he looked over the top of the paper.

Kyle nervously asked, “Would it be okay if I had some friends over to spend the
night on Saturday?”

Even though he already knew the answer, he asked anyway, “Who?”

“Donnie, Andre and Buddy,” he replied. “I’ll get the sleeping bags out of the
basement for them to sleep in.”

“Sure, Son,” his father replied as he lifted the paper so Kyle couldn’t see his
broad smile.

                                            * * * * *

Donnie picked Kyle up at 7:45, fifteen minutes earlier than normal. School started
at 8:30, so they always had time to go to the cafeteria to grab a milk and stale
donut. Donnie was all smiles when Kyle climbed in the front seat.

“Why so early?” Kyle asked as Donnie pulled out of the driveway.

Donnie responded, “I told Buddy I’d stop by and get him.”

Kyle seemed surprised. The night before, Buddy had talked about dropping out
of school. “You sure he’s going back?”

Donnie looked over and grinned. “I talked him into it last night on the phone. We
talked until after two. I wouldn’t take no for an answer.” He told Kyle how he had
convinced Buddy that not going back would show weakness. He also assured him
that he and Kyle would be there for him if he needed them. Kyle readily agreed;
although he jokingly said he wasn’t sure how much good he could do.

“I also solved his lack of funds,” stated Donnie. “He got into this whole mess
because he didn’t have money.”

Kyle gave him a puzzled look. “How did you do that?” Donnie explained how he
talked to his father that morning before he left for work. He convinced him to hire
Buddy to wash cars in the lot after school. Since his father had an inventory of
over three hundred new and used cars, there was always a demand for someone
to keep them clean.

“It won’t be a lot of money,” added Donnie, “but at least he won’t have to sell
drugs anymore.” Donnie’s face was grinning with pride that he had been able to
help Buddy.

Kyle told Donnie that he had called Andre, and they spoke for over two hours.
“What did you talk about for so long?” he asked Kyle.

“Just stuff,” replied Kyle.

Donnie looked over, grinned and said, “You’re starting to like him, aren’t you?”

Kyle’s face reddened as he admitted he did. After their long conversation, they
realized they had a lot in common. They enjoyed the same kind of foods, movies
and music. Well, except Kyle wasn’t too familiar with whom Madonna was. They
laughed when Andre described for him how they had been dancing to her music
since he and Buddy were ten.

Buddy was waiting outside on the sidewalk when they arrived. To Kyle, it looked
like he had spent time getting dressed. His hair, which was normally unkempt,
appeared as if it had been styled on top. His clothes weren’t baggy, either. His
face, however, still showed signs of the beating. His eyes were slightly black from
the broken nose. There were also noticeable bruises on his forehead and cheek.
He bent over with laughter when he saw the lettering on the car.

“I thought you guys were lying,” he laughed as he climbed into the back seat.
“Get much attention?”

Donnie raised his finger and flipped him off. “Get much of this.”

Buddy laughed and said, “Maybe later.”

On the way to school, Buddy talked about his apprehension of returning to
school. “Maybe I should wait until the bruises on my face disappear.”

“We talked about this last night,” insisted Donnie. “The longer you put it off, the
harder it will be. It’s like riding a horse, when you fall off, you get back on again.”

Kyle started laughing and asked, “Have you even been on a horse?”

“Well, no,” admitted Donnie. “But that’s what Dad tells me.” Donnie and Kyle tried
to convince Buddy he was doing the right thing. It was obvious he was nervous
when they pulled into the school parking lot.

As they walked into the building, several students stared at him. Buddy started
to turn around, but Donnie grabbed his arm and held it. Everyone stared when
they walked into the cafeteria with Donnie escorting Buddy toward the seats
where he and Kyle normally sat.

There was a hush as the three boys passed Brad and his friends. Brad looked up
into Buddy’s face, and then hung his head. Donnie could feel Buddy trembling as
they walked past. When they sat down, the cafeteria started buzzing with
excitement.

Donnie handed Kyle a five-dollar bill and told him to go through the line and get
them something to eat. Kyle wasn’t hungry, but he knew Buddy might have
been. After buying three milks, two orange juices and three honey buns, he
returned to the table. Donnie was still trying to assure Buddy that everything
would be okay.

When the bell rang, Donnie escorted Buddy to class. Since Kyle and Buddy were
in the same class second period, they arranged for Kyle to go by Buddy’s first
period and walk with him to class. Buddy protested, “I’m not a baby.”

“We’re not treating you like a baby,” replied Donnie. “We’re treating you like a
friend.” Buddy stopped protesting after that.

The morning went well for Buddy. Other than a few comments, most students
seemed sympathetic. Students who had normally ignored him attempted to at
least say hello or nod their head. When they entered the cafeteria for lunch,
hardly anyone paid them any attention- except Brad. Donnie noticed him staring
across the cafeteria several times, but he didn’t say anything to Buddy. He was
afraid if he did, Buddy might decide to ditch his afternoon classes.

Kyle made sure he arrived early to fifth period. He wanted to sit beside Buddy.
Buddy seemed relieved when he saw him, and they worked together on an
assignment. At the end of the period, he said to Kyle, “I’m glad you and Donnie
came to visit me in the hospital. I was really planning to quit school when I got
out.” He looked at Kyle and grinned. “Maybe it won’t be so bad now,” he said
happily.

Donnie was heading to the exit at the end of school. Kyle and Buddy would be
waiting for him at his car. Suddenly, someone gripped his shoulder and stopped
him. It was Brad. He asked, “Can we talk a minute?” When Donnie frowned, he
added, “Please?”

Donnie wasn’t afraid of Brad. They had attended school since the first grade, and
at one time, he considered him a good friend. They had been on the same little
league team for four years, and he used to catch for Brad. However, when he was
outed in the seventh grade, Brad became one of his worst tormentors. They
hadn’t spoken in years.

They walked over to the lockers, and Brad nodded to some of his friends as they
were leaving. Donnie asked, “What do you want Brad? I have things to do.”

He stared intently into Donnie’s eyes. “Tell Buddy I appreciate him not filing
charges against me.”

Kyle responded angrily, “He wanted to, but it wouldn’t have done any good. If he
admitted he was in the neighborhood selling drugs, they would have arrested
him.”

“Listen, Donnie,” said Brad as he looked around to make sure no one was
listening. “I was going though a lot of shit. Melissa was acting like a real bitch,      
and Joy was pressuring me to date her.” He shook his head and said, “Man, all I
wanted was a little, you know?”

Donnie started to walk away, but Brad stopped him again. “Things got really out
of hand, okay? Mom and Dad were on my ass about my grades. Coach was on
my case because he thought I wasn’t playing good enough. My buds were giving
me weed, and I knew I shouldn’t be messing with that stuff.”

Donnie interrupted him. “Why are you telling me all this?”

Brad shrugged his shoulders. “I know you guys are tight. I just want you to tell
him I’m sorry. Okay? Maybe the cops didn’t do anything to me, but my parents
have me on lock down for the next year. Man, I can’t go nowhere, not even out
to the movies. Coach kicked me off the team. That ruins my chance for an athletic
scholarship.” He said sadly, “Man, I really fucked up- big time.” He put his hand
on Donnie’s shoulder. “So tell him I didn’t mean it, and he doesn’t have to worry
about me. Okay? Same for Kyle. I don’t mean him any harm either. Okay?”

Donnie thought about saying something sarcastic, but he looked at the sadness
in Brad’s eyes, and he knew he was being sincere. There was nothing he could
say that would make Brad feel any worse than he already felt. “Yeah, sure. I’ll tell
them,” he replied as he turned and walked away.

                                             * * * * *

Kyle was excited when he got home from school. They had picked up Andre at his
home, and then they all went out to an arcade to spend a couple hours playing
video games. Donnie and Kyle kidded Buddy and Andre by telling them they were
taking them on a first date, so they insisted on paying for the games.

Buddy asked Donnie, “What do I have to do in return?” Everyone laughed when
Donnie wiggled his eyebrows.

Kyle also asked them if they wanted to spend Saturday night at his house. He
assured them that he had discussed it with his father. “We can rent a couple of
movies, play video games and do other stuff.”

Andre giggled and said, “I think I like the sound of doing other stuff.” It was
agreed that Donnie would pick up Andre and Buddy and then arrive around six.

Melissa was in the kitchen attempting to fix dinner. As soon as Kyle walked into
the house, he heard her holler out, “Dammit!” Cautiously, he made his way to the
kitchen. He laughed when he saw his sister’s face and arms covered in flour.
Three chicken breasts were on the counter.

He jokingly said, “You’re supposed to cook the chicken, not roll around in it.”

Melissa wiped her brow with her arm. As she did, more flour splattered on her
face. Kyle grabbed a towel and wiped it off. “Thanks,” she muttered.

Kyle asked, “Would you like me to help?”

Melissa looked anxiously at him and asked, “Please?”

Kyle pulled a Betty Crocker cookbook off a shelf. He thumbed through it until he
found a recipe that he thought might be easy to prepare. He and Melissa spent
the next half hour following the directions for chicken kiev. Later, when they took
it from the oven, it smelled wonderful. Kyle found out how they could bake
potatoes in the microwave, and then they steamed some frozen broccoli.

Kyle set the table in the dining room while Melissa prepared their plates. She
covered another in foil and placed it in the refrigerator for their mother when she
came home later.  “This is good,” mumbled Kyle as he took another bite of his
chicken.

Melissa smiled and said, “We make a pretty good team.” Kyle nodded his head.
“We better be careful, though. Mom is going to want a meal like this every night.”

“Right,” agreed Kyle. “Tomorrow night it will be tuna fish sandwiches and potato
chips.” Melissa held up her and high-fived her brother. Later that night, Mrs.
Caldwell raved about what a wonder meal that they had made. She was also
delighted that Kyle and Melissa seemed to be getting along much better.
Hopefully, she thought, things were beginning to return to normal.

                                            * * * * *

Kyle stood at his bedroom window peering down below at the street. It was 6:13,
and Donnie hadn’t arrived with Andre and Buddy. He had been eagerly
anticipating the evening. The night before, his mother took him to the store to
get snacks and beverages. At the store, she laughed when Kyle placed three
bags of chocolate chip cookies in the grocery cart. “Just how many cookies can
you boys eat?” Kyle didn’t tell her that Andre said they were his favorite snack.
He had also stacked up on potato chips, popcorn, dill pickles (Donnie’s favorite
snack), dips and ice cream.

He had spent the day getting ready. He felt like a twelve year-old girl having her
first slumber party. He had brought four sleeping bags from the garage, but he
stacked them in the corner until the guys arrived. He wasn’t sure how the
sleeping arrangements were to be. He wanted him and Andre to share his bed,
but he was afraid that Donnie and Buddy might get mad if they had to sleep on
the hard floor. He thought it would probably be best if they all slept on the floor
together.

He was alone in the house as he watched the street below. His mother and
Melissa had left a half hour earlier. They were going to dinner at a restaurant
downtown and then attend a movie Melissa wanted to see. As they were leaving,
his mother winked and told him they’d be home by midnight. “Stay out of the
liquor cabinet,” she warned with a smile.

His heart starting racing when he saw the white Focus pull into the driveway. He
rushed downstairs and hurried out to the driveway to meet them. “Hey, Guys,”
he said as they emerged from the car. Donnie opened the trunk, and each boy
pulled out a small overnight bag.

“Ready, Freddy?” laughed Donnie as he headed toward the house. “I haven’t
done this since I was a kid. We’re going to have so much fun.”

When they entered the house, Andre and Buddy walked around and stared at the
immense rooms. The living room alone was bigger than the trailers they lived in.

“Wow!” exclaimed Andre as he stopped at the top of the stairs and looked down
at the foyer below. “I didn’t know people lived like this.”

Kyle pulled on his arm and led him towards his bedroom. “Come on. It’s just a
house.” Buddy and Andre glanced at each other.

Andre and Buddy paced around Kyle’s bedroom. “This is all yours?” asked Andre
as he examined the computer desk containing numerous video games. “Holy
crap!” he shouted as he picked up a couple of games. “You got all the Call of
Duty games!”

Kyle stepped up beside him and said, “We’ll play later, if you want.”

“I’m not very good,” confessed Andre. “I don’t have a PlayStation.”

Kyle volunteered, “I’ll teach you.” Andre looked at him and smiled.

They looked over at Donnie when he pulled his shirt off and announced, “I don’t
know about you guys, but I’m getting comfortable.” They stared as he disrobed
down to his underwear, and then he put on a tee shirt and sweatpants. When he
finished, he looked at the others staring at him, held up his hands and asked,
“Am I the only one?”

Andre and Buddy giggled as they opened up their bags and dug inside for their
sleepwear. Kyle opened a drawer and pulled out an old pair of shorts and a
basketball jersey. They laughed as they looked at each other. Donnie started
squawking like a chicken. Kyle held his breath and pulled off his shirt. It would be
the first time since Jordan that anyone had seen him undress. He dropped his
pants and stood almost naked before them. Andre gave him an approving smile
before he began to undress. Kyle chuckled when he noticed that Andre’s tighty
whities were protruding in the front.

When Buddy noticed Kyle staring at Andre’s erection, he laughed and said, “Get
used to it. He stays like that 24/7.”

Andre blushed and replied, “Like you don’t?”

Buddy flicked at his dick and said, “Not yet, anyway.” He glanced quickly over at
Donnie to see his reaction. Donnie’s eyes were staring intently at his almost
naked body.

“Too bad it’s cold out,” said Donnie. “We could go skinny dipping.”

Andre asked excitedly, “You’ve got a pool, too?”

“Yeah,” replied Kyle. “Hurry and get dressed, and I’ll show it to you.” They quickly
put on their clothes and followed Kyle downstairs. He took them out onto the
patio to show them the pool. Since the temperatures hadn’t dropped to freezing
yet, the lawn care workers hadn’t prepared the pool for winter and covered it.
Kyle knelt down and felt the water. “It’s still heated,” he said.

Kyle stood and looked at Andre and Buddy. “You can come over and swim this
summer, if you want.”

Donnie said laughingly, “Why wait until summer?” Before he could react, he
pushed Kyle into the pool. Andre screamed when Donnie ran at him.

He ran around the pool screaming, “I can’t swim!” Buddy watched and howled
with laughter. Donnie caught Andre, picked him up and carried him back to where
Kyle was treading water. “Here,” he laughed as he tossed Andre into the water.
“He’s all yours.” Andre’s arms flailed as he flew through the air. He hit the water
and started struggling to stay afloat. Kyle swam over to him, and wrapped him in
his arms.

“Relax,” he said. “I’ve got you.” Andre’s body went limp as Kyle held him above
water. Even though the water was heated, the air above was slightly chilly.

They looked up to see Donnie undressing. He stood naked on the edge of the
pool before diving in. He looked up at Buddy and announced, “You’re next.”
Buddy shrugged his shoulders, stripped naked and jumped into the water.

Kyle whispered in Andre’s ear, “You want to swim naked.” Andre grinned and
nodded his head. Kyle helped him to the ladder. They climbed up and took off
their clothes. Kyle stared at Andre’s erect cock. For someone small, he was well
endowed. Kyle was embarrassed because his had shriveled in the water.

Kyle and Andre held hands and jumped into the water. The boys played around
for about ten minutes in the shallow water. Donnie and Buddy then swam to the
deep end of the pool, and it was obvious they were feeling on each other.

Kyle jumped when Andre moved up behind him, reached around, and grabbed his
cock. “You don’t mind, do you?” he whispered in Kyle’s ear. He got his answer
when Kyle reached around and gripped Andre’s erection and stroked it a few
times.

Donnie hollered out, “It’s getting cold!” He jumped out of the water with an
erection. Kyle and Andre looked at each other and giggled when Buddy climbed
onto the deck with an erection also.

Kyle laughed and gave Andre’s cock a quick stroke before heading for the ladder.
“Well, here goes.” His erection bounced as he climbed onto the deck. After Andre
got out of the water, all four boys broke out into laughter and starting swinging
their hips.

They ran into the house and up to Kyle’s bedroom. Kyle stopped by the linen
closet to get four towels. Once inside the bedroom, they dried themselves off.
When Donnie started drying Buddy’s body, Andre grabbed Kyle’s towel and
began drying him.

“Hey!” shouted Donnie. “What about our clothes?”

Kyle responded, “I’ll go get them and put them in the dryer.” When he headed
out of the room, Andre followed. They gathered the wet clothes off the deck and
went to the laundry room in the basement. After putting the clothes into the
dryer, Kyle started to head back upstairs.

“Wait,” said Andre as he grabbed Buddy’s hand. “Can I kiss you? I’ve been
wanted to kiss you all night.” Kyle nodded his head, and Andre approached and
placed his hands around Kyle’s waist. He stood on his tiptoes as he leaned in and
met Kyle’s lips.

“Mmmm,” he moaned into Kyle’s mouth. He pulled the towel from Kyle’s waist and
it fell to the floor. He then let his drop to the ground, and they kissed as their
naked bodies rubbed together.

“God, I never thought this would ever happen,” said Andre as tears filled his
eyes. He started to say something else, but Kyle kissed him again. After several
minutes of passionate kissing and groping, they decided they should go back
upstairs.

When they entered the bedroom, Donnie was lying on top of Buddy on the bed.
Their lips were locked in a passionate kiss. They stopped and sat up when they
heard Kyle and Andre enter.

“What?” laughed Donnie. “I bet you two were downstairs doing the same thing.”

“Nope,” replied Andre as he grabbed Kyle’s face and kissed him. When he looked
over at Buddy, Buddy gave him a thumb’s up.

Kyle went over to his dresser and pulled out four shorts and tee shirts. He
handed them to the others and said, “We’d better be dressed in case my mother
comes home early.”

Andre got his small bag, reached inside and pulled out a CD. He looked around
the room until he spotted Kyle’s stereo on a shelf. “Can I play something?” He
looked over at Buddy and winked.

“Sure,” replied Kyle as he took the disc and placed it in the CD player. Soon,
Madonna’s ‘Vogue’ filled the room. Buddy pulled Donnie off the bed. Andre faced
Kyle and placed his hands around his waist.

“Dance with me, Kyle,” he said as they began to sway to the music. They looked
over and laughed as they watched Buddy trying to teach Donnie how to vogue.

“Vogue, vogue,
Vogue, vogue,
Go with the flow.”

Andre pulled Kyle closer. When he did, their lips met. On the other side of the
room, Donnie and Buddy were in a tight embrace.

And the music played...

“All you need is your own imagination,
So use it that's what it's for.
Go inside for your finest inspiration,
Your dreams will open the door.”


THE END

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