Date: Sun, 6 Aug 2006 21:19:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: Maiyeko Singi <m.singi@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Apartment on Tabor Road

By Maiyeko Singi
m.singi@yahoo.com


After picking up the key, I turned around and drove
back to building thirteen. My section sat across from
the others which meant I had a hike to the laundry
room. Still, I liked how the first floor unit felt
tucked snugly away under the stairwell. The key slid
into the lock and opened smoothly. The door needed a
little push but that was okay. Upon entry, I sat down
the box I had brought with me from the car and took a
look around. The living room seemed smaller than the
model I'd seen a few weeks before, and of course my
furniture wouldn't be as nice I remembered thinking.
Still it was the first time I could afford a place on
my own, and I wanted it to be perfect.

I figured I'd remove everything from the inside of the
car that could be seen and worry about the stuff
tucked away in the trunk the following morning. "No
need to tire myself out on the first night." I figured
the TV would sit on the floor facing the bedroom wall
which would be a nice place to line up the sofa. I
thought it out as though there were hundreds of
choices in that tiny little room. I looked at the
paint and checked everything off on the list I needed
to sign as part of my lease. I smiled and gave myself
a pat on the back.

It wasn't long before I wanted to unpack some of the
things I'd boxed up, and found myself putting them
away. Mom had made a special trip down the day before
I was to move and bought tones of groceries. I
wouldn't starve the first month was a certainty that
gave her comfort. The nonperishables filled the
shelves in no time. I went back out to make another
run.

"You need any help?"

A guy that had been polishing the wheels on his Nissan
Z came over and offered a hand. I was happy to accept
the offer.

"I'm Marco. Welcome to the neighborhood." And just
like that I'd met my first neighbor. With Marco's help
I got the things out of the trunk and managed to put
most of it in its place leaving time to relax and make
a few phone calls.

The obligatory call to mom that I was actually dying
to make: "yes, the place if perfect. I love it." A
call to my best friend Josette: People actually
thought that she and I were an item which we played up
pretty well. When I came out to her, she said she'd
already known, when she came out to me I told her "I
figured."

"What's that supposed to mean? You think people can
tell?"

"No. Far from it, you are a very beautiful woman, it'd
be the last thing on anyone's mind" I told her.

"Then what" she demanded, jabbing me in the shoulder.

"We'll I don't attract women like you unless they have
a few secrets." I'd called her up after speaking with
mom and invited her over the following evening to be
my first guest.

"The furniture is supposed to be here around noon" I
said. "You can come at six or so, that way the traffic
will have died down a bit and it won't be so hot." I
slid open the patio door and stepped outside. I could
see a light had been turned on in Marco's bedroom.
"Hey I met one of the neighbors today, did I mention
that?"

"Oh. That's good." There was something in her response
that gave way to defeat.

"It was just some guy being nice. He happened to be
waxing his car and came over to help me drag in a few
boxes."

"Was he cute?"

I paused, unsure that cute was the right word. "He's
past the cute phase."

"Well. Is he good looking?"

"Yes." I waited, knowing that a simple yes would not
suffice. I could almost feel the tension building on
the other end.

"That's not an answer! What does he look like?"

I kind of laughed and described the guy as dark
haired, "Italian, about thirty five, tall."

"Corresponding male gay porn star?" Josette knew her
gay boys better than I did.

"Talvin DeMachio."

"You wish!"

"Let me finish, or Nino Bacci. Take your pick. Hairy
too" I added.

"Did you do something with him" her voice had that
high tone she gets when she was jealous.

"Of course not. He was outside without a shirt on. Or
he got hot and took it off. Because I thought I saw
him the first time he had one on. Anyway. Great body."

Josette didn't say anything at first which meant her
mind was racing one way or another. "What if he likes
you" she asked finally but didn't wait for an answer
"then you'll start spending all your time humping some
hairy Italian guy and I won't see you anymore."

"That's not true" I assured her while getting a full
glimpse of Marco closing his blinds wearing nothing
but a towel. "You know I would never do that. Plus I
think you're more his type than I am."

"Really" she perked up.

"Ha ha, I'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight love."


The next day I'd forgotten about Marco. Having spent
most of my time trying to figure out how to get the
perfect fit from a couch that was slightly too long
for the space available, I was a little preoccupied.
The edge stuck out about an inch or two into the
doorway. I decided that no one would notice and
continued putting things in their place. When Josette
arrived, I was settled in. Except for a couple of
boxes that I stashed away in the walk in, everything
was in its place.

I stepped outside after buzzing her through the front
gate and waited for her car. Marco saw me standing at
the end of the walk from his bedroom window and called
down. "Eric. How's the unpacking going?"

"Good. I'm done" I told him. Feeling a little
uncomfortable yelling. He must have sensed that and
said he'd be down. I was kind of glad because it would
give Josette a chance to check him out. He was wearing
a pair of black court shorts with a muscle T and
sneakers. He also had his basketball with him and
dribbled a couple of times on the stairs.

"When you going to invite me over for dinner" he
laughed about half way down. I met him in the middle
of the street.

"I don't think you want any of my cooking, I only heat
and eat."

"I'm just shitting with you man. You play?" Barrap.
Barrapp.

"I shoot a little. I don't think I'd be much
competition though." Barrapp, KaTink, KaTink.

"There's a court about three blocks up off Tabor Road,
games are on Sundays if you're ever interested."

"Thanks" I noticed Josette had parked and started in
our direction. Marco noticed also, and stopped
dribbling.

"Damn, man check this out." The look on his face had
changed, from comrade to something else. "Oh shit, I
would luv to get some of that!" Josette wore a little
spaghetti strap summer number with a floral pattern.
The dress accented her hour glass shape and brought
out the gold in her hair. "He man, you like white
girls" he asked. I kind of laughed to myself and gave
a vague non answer.

"Eric." My friend called out and Marco fell silent
feeling no doubt that he had put a foot in his mouth.
Josette put on a show by kissing me full on the lips.

"This is Marco, my neighbor" I told her.

"Nice to meet you."

"Wow. I didn't know Eric had such good taste in Women.
Maybe he'll have to tell me his secret." The
complement was well received. We chatted for a minute,
and then Josette excused herself to go inside, anxious
to see what I'd done with the place. I told her that
the door was open and to give me a second. We watched
her disappear inside. I'm sure she knew that we'd be
talking about her.

"Hey, look I'm sorry I didn't realize that was your
girl."

"No big deal. We're just friends."

Marco laughed, not seeming to believe the line of
truth I'd feed him. "You are one lucky son of a
mother. You going to hit that tonight?" The remark
caught me off guard but I soon learned that it would
be perhaps one of many. Marco was nothing, if not
blunt. "She ever get into anything wild?"

"What do you mean?" I honestly had no idea of what he
meant by wild. My mind flashed to outdoor picnics and
stinging bees. Wild? What did her love of hiking have
to do with anything. I was rather naïve, at times.

"She ever let you do her in the butt or anything like
that?" I just looked at him dumbfounded. Who was this
person I remember thinking, and what planet was he
from? "My girl" he started "won't let me. She says I'm
too big. I tried buying KY and everything but it's too
thick and too long. You ever have that problem?"

"No" I said, softly swallowed hard, and blushed.

"So she can take it. Cool. What's your secret, I mean
how did you first get it in there?"

"I'd better go inside."


That night, Josette and I watched TV and ordered a
pizza from Dominos with every topping we could think
of. We stuffed ourselves and complained about getting
fat, when in fact she was barely a size seven -
perfect in the eyes of most men. By 11 we decided to
check out a place that played 80's music but, passed
it up. We instead went to a club with live bands and
had a few drinks. We got in free, thanks to Josette's
hips and beautiful smile. An older guy tried to get
the two of us to go back to his place to see his pet
gators, and one of the bartenders kept giving us every
other round on the house. We couldn't figure out who
it was that he was interested in but didn't care so
long as the drinks kept coming. On the drive back, the
word gator became the funniest joke in the world. That
night we both crashed on my mattress. We slept until
morning. Josette showered, then drove back to the
burbs.

She called me from her car about Marco. "He's a little
weird. Do NOT like him! I saw him when I left. He was
just sort of hanging around or something. I don't know
what the fuck he was doing, but he was like hi and it
gave me the creeps. I think you should stay away from
him."

"Did, I tell you what he asked me the other day?"

"No. Was it about me?"

"Not exactly. It was about anal sex."

"What! He doesn't even know you. How did he get on the
subject of anal sex?" She paused and I could hear her
puffing away at a cigarette. "It was about me wasn't
it? He was talking about you and I having anal sex!
That's too personal. Even you and I don't talk like
that, well wait yes we do but see that's why I don't
like him."

I tried to calm her down, wishing in part that I
hadn't mentioned it. The mysteriously well built
handsome neighbor who has a thing for anal sex and
hanging around the parking lot. Cool. "No. He kept
saying his dick was too big for anal sex. Said his
girlfriend can't take it."

"That's crazy. Some guys can get a fist in there. I
suppose he can't were condoms cause they hurt" she
whined.

We both laughed and I tried to reemphasize the fact
that, "he is handsome."

"Yeah. Well, I wonder what his girlfriend must be like
to even go out with someone like that. You don't want
another Kyle story. God I hope they never let him
out." She was right.

When I finally got up around noon, I happened to see
Marco with a young Asian woman who he introduced as
his girlfriend. "We were just going to get something
to eat. Would you like to joint us" she offered.
"Marco has been talking about you. It's nice to meet
the new neighbor. I live in the building up front" she
added.

"It's nice to have met you also, but no thanks. You
two enjoy."

Marco whispered in my ear as we turned using an
exaggerated Vietnamese accent. Lanh walked ahead of us
in hurried steps.  "She love me long time." He laughed
and swung his arm around my neck then whispered again.
"She like me to licky before me sticky."  I didn't
find it very amusing but smiled and set it aside as
another of his eccentricities.

"Marco" Lanh scolded and he straightened up. I watched
the two of them drive away, then went to my own car.

I didn't see Marco on Sunday. I laid out my game
shorts just in case he decided to stop by. The
following week I started work and didn't get home most
nights until 10:30, sometimes 11:00. On the following
Wednesday my neighbor was out fiddling around under
the hood of his car so I decided to walk over. "You
must work a second shift" he stated. "I always see you
sneaking in at this time."

We talked for a few minutes about Lanh. He said she
still wouldn't let him put it in the back. "How are
things with that girl I saw you with?"

"Josette is fine. She's got studies." He looked up at
me briefly and stopped what he was doing, closed the
hood and wiped oil from his hands on an old rag.

"You want to come up for a minute, maybe have a drink?
Lanh is staying at her sister's tonight. I've got
juice or something stronger if you'd like."

We ended up watching South Park, laughing like two
college jocks. I found out that he and Lanh had been
dating for three years, but that he didn't think she
was the one. He actually kept a very clean apartment,
by then mine had already started to show signs of
bachelordom.

After the show, he excused himself to shower but said
I could relax and watch the second episode if I
wanted. He had a flat screen TV, a comfortable sofa,
cable and all the juice I could drink. He even offered
to cook if I watched it with him the following night
and I accepted the offer.

"You have to work in the morning so I'm going to head
out. I'll see you tomorrow night though." We exchanged
phone numbers.

The following night when I got home Marco wasn't
outside so I figured he'd bailed on the offer. His
apartment was dark also. I was in my kitchen looking
for the can opener when my phone rang. "The show's
about to start. Come on over, the door is open. I made
a pork roast, potatoes, corn bread, and greens."

"You trying to make soul food" I laughed, but was out
the door in ten seconds.

"Hey. Try not to let Lanh see you. She wanted to come
over but I told her I was going to turn in early." I
ran across the street and knocked on his door lightly.
When I didn't hear anything I pushed it slightly and
it opened. At first I just stood there not sure of
what to do when a man leaves his door open for you. I
could hear Josette's voice in my head saying that he
was crazy. It was the smell of home cooking that
actually pulled me inside. I could hear the shower in
the other room so I closed the door behind me.

"Go ahead and fix yourself a plate Eric. I'll be out
in a minute."

I was sitting down at the table enjoying some of the
best greens I'd had in months when he came out of the
bathroom. One towel around his waist, another used to
dry his hair, the hair on his head curled a bit when
wet, but on his chest seemed to straighten. I liked
it. "You know, I slaved over the stove for you all
evening" he said. "I even gave up some pussy, so now
you owe me" he grinned and continued to buff his head.
"You have to tell me everything you know."

"Everything I know about what?"

"Anal sex. Give me the hookup."

"What is it with you and that subject? Why do you
think I know so much about it?"

"Well I figured since you've had sex with guys also
you must know something about it."

I stopped eating and wondered "what the fuck are you
talking about?"

"Sorry man it's cool with me. You know, if you do I
mean. Just be careful. You don't want to get any
diseases."

"Marco I'm eating. I don't want to talk about this."
Suddenly my confidence was blown. I spent the rest of
the night trying to figure out what it was that gave
me away. Did I walk with the sway, did I speak in a
certain way, was that one shirt too sheer, or did I
simply just look too queer? I don't like green eggs
and ham.


We didn't see each other for a few days after that
topic. Josette and I talked though and analyzed the
whole thing. She kept telling me that I didn't look
gay at all, and that I was in fact rather butch.
"You're like one of those locker room jock guys. In
fact why don't you get him on the court this Sunday
and show him what a fag can do" she said. "You're
better than you pretend to be. I'll come watch and be
a cheerleader."

I thanked her but figured it'd be a lost cause.
"Sides" I said "all this talk about anal is making me
want some." I logged on to my little pc around
midnight and checked out Adam4Adam. There were a few
messages from guys that I wrote to but never intended
on meeting -- the feeling was mutual, and there were
the instant four or five messages from those who'd
seen that I'd logged on. They were all my age or
younger. I'd sent a few guys my number but hadn't
heard back, still I figured I'd try my luck.

I'd been on for about ten minutes when I got a call. A
deep long breath. Then a deep voice on the other end
asked what I was doing. I replied nothing, not sure of
who it might have been. "Well I know exactly what you
are doing, sitting in front of your computer in your
little gray boxers eating a tuna sandwich! Isn't that
right Mike?" The phone went dead and I became
petrified at the sound of a dial tone.

I dressed and immediately started to call Josette
back. But, what was she going to do, drive in from the
burbs, be scared half to death thinking that Kyle had
somehow escaped prison? I knew it had to be someone
I'd hooked up with online because I often used the
name Mike. The phone rang again showing no ID, I
didn't answer and it rang only twice. Not knowing
anyone else, I called Marco.

"Hey, what's going on? Everything ok? You sound
shaken."

"I am a little. I just wanted to talk?" No ID showed
up as an incoming call. "Say could I come over?" there
was silence for a second.

"Um sure, just don't let Lanh..." I was out the door
before he'd finished his thought. I ran across the
street half expecting to be blindsided by a history
that was luckily not my own. I knocked on the door,
and knocked again harder when I thought I saw a man in
the shadows. He opened it and let me in.

"What's wrong?" His eyes were wide and full of
questions.

"There was some man on the phone and I think I saw
someone in the bushes!" My words sounded as though the
were all tied together in knots.

"What? Hold on." Marco stepped out in his thin
housecoat as I stood looking at the door which had
closed behind him. The moments seemed to have stopped.
I turned off the light and walked over to the window
but didn't see anyone.

"I didn't see anyone." Marco was back inside and I
felt safe, he walked over and held me close, he held
me and I was protected from the world it seemed. His
rob slid over what had to have been naked skin
underneath. It was warm. "You're trembling he" he was
saying. "Did some guy interrupt your tuna sandwich" he
said laughing. I pushed away confused.

"Oh my God. I am so sorry. I wouldn't have done it if
I'd have known you'd get this scared."

"What!" He practically had tears in his eyes at that
point.

"Oh God, if you could only have seen the look on your
face. I had to step outside to try not to laugh!"

"You. Were you looking in my window? Is that how you
found out I was gay, you've been looking in my
window?"

"No. No. Of course not." He tried to calm down but it
wasn't working. "I saw some of the videos in one of
the boxes when I helped you move in. I figured you
liked both when I saw your girlfriend. And I heard you
on the phone one night telling someone your name was
Mark is all. I just" I headed toward the door feeling
very outdone, humiliated, tired and defeated. "Wait.
You're not going to be mad I hope."

"Forget it. I'm fine" he reached out and grabbed for
my arm but his robe came untied and he tried to close
it fearing I might try to get a peek at his massive
straight man cock that he teased to much. I didn't
drop my eyes. "Do you have two phones" I asked. He
held up one in his hand and pointed to another on the
counter. The smirk on his face was dying, but it was
evident that he found the entire bit very funny.
Admittedly I had to laugh at myself once I got back to
my own place.


The next day he came home for lunch and stopped by
with a piece offering. It meant I didn't have to go
out before work so I was thankful for the thought. He
asked more questions than I liked about my sex life
but I decided to answer them in general as if I were
writing a public service announcement. No, not all
guys like to get fucked and those who do like it for
the intense orgasm, no it doesn't mean a guy has to be
feminine. Then I made a bold move of my own "your
awful curious. Why don't I let you borrow one of those
movies you must have been digging through and then you
can see for yourself?" At first he said he didn't want
to, that his curiosity was only out of concern for a
friend. After it was all said and done the protest
ended and he borrowed two DVD's which I'd edited down
to favorite scenes. I had a feeling with all the stuff
on the net, it wouldn't be the first time he'd seen
two guys doing it, but I played along.

"No big deal. Keep them as long as you want."

That night when I got in from work he was waiting with
the movies in the parking lot. "Here take this back. I
don't want Lanh finding them. Plus it's too much." I
took the movies. "You want a snake? Lanh made spring
roles and we still have some left."

"That sounds good." I smiled. We were standing very
close, and he looked as though he wanted to ask me
something but didn't.

"Come on up for a second. We have to be quiet though
because she's already gone to bed." It was around
11:30, so I was kind of surprised that he'd stayed up
to wait for me on a night when his girlfriend was
over. We tipped up the metal stairs trying not to make
a lot of noise. He hummed the theme from the Pink
Panther and even held my hand at one point when we
were under the cover of shadow. His hands were strong.
I thought back to how he'd practically made me crap my
pants, his body had felt warmly familiar behind that
robe.

He was going through the fridge and asked if I was
allergic to peanuts. "Lanh puts a lot of peanuts in
the plum sauce."

"That's fine. I like nuts."

I noticed a photo album sitting on the bar and flipped
through it. I think he must have left it out on
purpose. Inside there was a photo of him and some guy,
in places like Las Vegas, Niagara Falls, and on three
occasions I recognized the cabin shares on the Lake
about forty five minutes North of where we were. Most
of the pictures were from when he was in his twenties,
after that the guy seemed to be absent. On one page he
pointed out a couple of clippings from a modeling gig
he'd done for a male clothing catalog. "What's this
from" I wanted to know.

"Lanh doesn't know about that. International Male. I
used to be interested in acting, modeling, working out
all the time, you know. That was like 13 years ago. I
must have been around your age. Check this out." He
moved and our shoulders pressed together. I was
confident that a man claiming to have been featured in
IM wasn't squeamish about contact with another male.
"I wanted you to see this." Marco peeled away one of
the pages. Behind it he had clips from an underwear
ad. "No padding in that one" he boasted.

"So. I've seen this. They still use it" the outline of
the man's penis was almost pornographic if a little
thought was put into it. "Are you saying this is you?"
He then smiled and pulled up his shirt to show his
stomach. I thought he was going to drop his pants or
something but he didn't.

"Feel that." He took my hand and placed it on his abs.
They were firm, but I didn't make the connection to
the photo until he took my finger and traced his
naval. It was the same upside down smile of a button
featured in the photo.

I playfully made a move for his crotch but he moved
away with a look of fear on his face. I realized that
it wasn't the fear of being touched but being caught
in the game. Lanh was in the next room, his eyes
suggested.

He whispered. "I'll show you that later. After that
video you had me watch I jacked off three times today
already just thinking about it" he looked back over
his shoulder hearing the bed move.

"Marco?"

"Just a minute. Eric is here I was just getting him
something to eat."

"Oh. Hi Eric. I hope you like the sauce. It might be a
little spicy." she sounded groggy.

"Thanks. I tasted it and it's very good. I like it
spicy." I grinned at Marco when I said that. "You have
a good night" I spoke to the room. She had already
fallen back to sleep Marco said.

He leaned in close to my ear. I could feel the heat
from his body on my neck. "She's the one frustrated
tonight" he snickered. "I told her that I was just too
tired to get it up."

I left his place with a hard on and a slight feeling
of guilt for eating the food of the woman who's
boyfriend I wanted to fuck.

It ended up that I didn't see Marco for an entire week
after that. It was a relief in a sense because I could
keep saying hi to Lanh, while having something going
on with her boyfriend right under her nose. I'd called
him twice but got no reply. Then something happened.

I'd heard a conversation and gotten a flyer on my door
that was a little disturbing. A couple of ladies were
talking in hushed tones about an incident of a man
looking in the window of a young woman in my building.
"I wonder if it is connected with those rapes from
five months ago" one of them had asked. My heart
raced. The flyer mentioned nothing about any rapes,
but still the description matched Marcos height and
weight and I wondered if they were connected.

Later that day a hysterical Lanh came to my apartment
and asked if I'd seen him. I told her that I hadn't.
"He tell me that you two go out a couple of nights
this week after you get in from work." My mouth
dropped. "I don't understand" she said. "The cops have
been asking questions and now he's gone. I'm afraid."

"I don't think he had anything to do with it" I
assured.

"No. He's done this before. It's around this time
every year he runs off and I'm tired of it." I didn't
know what to do or say. "I know this is not your
problem, but I've left several messages the past few
days. You probably see him before I do. He respect
you" then she paused and looked at me as though a
question had been answered. I started to perspire. She
then simply turned and walked away.


That evening I drove to the Lake. Josette and I
sometimes hiked there so I told her where I was going
and what I'd heard. I recognized the approximate
location of the cabin in the photo but when I got
there nothing looked familiar. I drove around wasting
gas until I took a random wrong turn and saw Marco's
car. I slowed and drove past the cabin where it was
parked and headed toward the lake. Around a corner I
found a spot along the bike trail and parked. A called
to his cell had no result. I called three times more
before he answered.

"Where are you?" I asked in a soft probing voice.

"I had something I needed to take care of" he said.
"What's going on?"

"You tell me. Lanh came by." I started walking back in
the direction of the cabin doing just the thing that
Josette had warned me not to.

"I've gotten myself into a little trouble." His tone
was sardonic. There was a light on in the cabin which
I could see from the trail. I sat on a bench looking
at the slow moving ripples on the surface of the lake.
The lights had started to come on and the coolness of
the night had begun to set in. "Are you going to ask
me about the incident? They think I did it you know."

"Did you?"

"Yes and no" was his response. "I don't know what I'm
going to do Eric." I told him the only thing I knew
how to say even though I suspected it was simply bad
advice.

"Everything will turn out ok." It sounded cliché, but
what else was there?

"I wasn't looking at her you know, not this time." The
answer he was getting at was the obvious one that I
both wanted to hear and didn't. "But she saw me. You
know, I was just playing around with you again then
she saw me, only I wasn't sure until I got a call from
apartment management."

"The office called you, and what do you mean you
wasn't looking at her this time?"

"Well she is pretty" he tried to laugh. "Management
called simple to ask if I'd been working on my car
that night. It had suspicion written all over it."

"Why don't you just tell them the truth? It was a
joke." He didn't respond to my statement but instead
went into more details about how things were never
that great between him and Lanh, but that he did like
her.

"I think she suspects something." It was just a
feeling I'd gotten from when she came to my apartment.
It was the logical conclusion. He was twelve years my
senior so it wasn't as though we really had that much
in common other than basketball in the park, which
we'd never played.

"She suspects another woman" he added.

"Was there?" There was a pause on the other end as
though he had to contemplate the question. "Who was
the guy in the pictures?" I got up and decided to walk
past the cabin, make the block then turn and leave if
I wasn't going to make up my mind to let him know I
was there. Part of me was afraid he wasn't alone.

"That was a buddy from some time ago. Every year we
would come down to the time share, and spend an entire
week. Lanh doesn't even know about the place or she'd
wonder why I'd want to come here without her. I didn't
know her at the time and guess I just never wanted to
explain. Anyway, I was young. It was a long time ago."

I walked along the path through a dense area of trees,
past a stationary outdoor grill and toward the front
door. My feet dictating their own will. "Is that where
you are now?" He told me. My next question was "is he
with you?"

"No." I stopped. Marco confessed that the guys name
was Ken, and that he was the only guy that'd ever
fucked him.

"I start thinking about him this time of year, or any
man I guess, because of the time we had. You for one.
I thought about inviting you when I came a few days
ago. But I was afraid of the answer."

"Do you want to be alone?" The question hung on the
air, moving slow like a wave before being reflected
back as the ripples of our purpose collided.

"No" he gasped, and sniffed back what sounded like
tears.

I knocked on the door...

"Hold on a second. Someone is here." His voice sounded
panicked and I think he may have thought it was the
police. I thought about saying FBI when he asked just
to get back at him, but simply said my name. When he
saw me he pulled me inside and we hugged dearly. He
pushed me to arms length, looked as though I might
have changed in a week, then pulled me in close again.
"Are you hungry?"

I was. We ate, and built a small fire. "How'd you find
me?"

"It wasn't hard. I recognized the lake from several of
the photos and since you said Lanh had not seen the
album I took that to mean it was a secret, so I just
came on a whim really. I'd been looking for an hour."
He smiled and rested a hand on my knee as we sat on
the floor with our backs against the sofa.

"Well. I don't know how comfortable you'll find the
bed, but you are welcome to it if you want to spend
the night - instead of driving back. I can sleep on
the couch."

"Why don't we both take the bed" I said, my heart
pounding in my ears. He swallowed back a lump in his
throat then stood and offered me his hand. We walked
to the backroom where he talked about the times he'd
spent with the only other man he'd ever let inside
him, and I listened.

"He was married, but he and I used to work together
back when I did construction. I was young and not sure
about the gay thing. Then one night, we had a few
drinks and he made me sure. It lasted for a few years,
but even so, his family always came first. Over time
he started to get reckless and I think he wanted to be
caught. Maybe not on purpose but, well eventually his
wife found him with another woman. Imagine that. He
had me, and yet he was caught with another woman."

"What happened to him?"

"He lost everything except for me... Which wasn't
enough. How could one man be enough for another was
what he said. I told him I'd be there. Well when guys
on the job saw how close we'd become he lost that
too." Marco paused in the story and faced me. "I
suppose I just hoped one day he'd just show up here.
Maybe it's time I stopped waiting."

"That's kind of sad" I mustered.

"I'm ok most of the year, not a bad recovery I guess.
I changed jobs, started my own little contracting
business and I'm not doing so bad. I've been seen with
beautiful women every since" he laughed. "And tonight,
I'm not doing so bad with the men either."  He leaned
in close while looking into my eyes and our lips met
for a very long time. Before the night was over he
gave himself to me in everyway.

His large balls slammed against my ass, and I returned
the favor. Slow at first, it was hard to squeeze my
cock into his tiny hole, but he gripped my hips and
pulled. His stomach moved up and down rapidly like a
woman giving birth. The grimace on his face was not at
all handsome, but later that changed, and I grew to
like what I saw once again. "Just hold it there for a
minute" he said. "Le me get used to it." I gently
played with his balls with one hand and wiped the
sweat from his brow with the other then began the slow
in and out motion that he'd denied himself for a very
long time. His cock was harder than it had been when
he'd fucked me. I stroked its girth and enjoyed the
way it felt in my hand. "Shit. If you keep that up I'm
going to cum and then we'll have to stop."

"That's what we are here for" I told him, and
continued massaging his stubby fat meat. I could tell
when he was getting close, his balls tightened and his
face held a grimace. He encouraged me to slam him
harder. I could feel my own load mixing inside my sack
and moving to that place it goes before you are about
to shot. He panted and let out a gasp and fired wads
of come all over his belly, cursing each time. Softer
then softer, then a simple long drawn out:

"Fuuhhkk." To my fortune he let me continue the
journey long enough to fire my on seed deep inside
him. His hole continued twitching, milking me for what
I had to give.

When it was done, I tossed aside the condom on the
floor. We held each other and drifted off to sleep. We
spent one more night like that before I had to return
to the city for work. A few days later I got word that
he was being evicted and had to move out immediately
due to criminal circumstances. Over the next 30 days I
heard very little from him. It was as though nothing
had transpired between us, and just like that he was
gone.


Twelve months later, Josette and I were at one of the
downtown coffee dives in the Montrose area when we ran
into him. "Marco."

"Eric. How have you been?" I was surprised to see him
in the artsy part of the city.

"Good." I said. "You know you could have returned at
least one of my calls." After I said it, he and I both
felt a bit at odds.

"Yeah. Well, it was kind of ruff for a while. My
business suffered a little, but you know me. I
recover. I'm sorry I never had a chance to thank you."

"Thank me for what?"

"For listening."

"Any time. Say. How is Lanh? She moved a couple of
months after you did, and we never talked again
after."

Josette looked at me with impatience no doubt
thinking, please don't get started with this closet
case again. "She is OK" he shifted a little nervous.

"Oh?"

"Well it was good seeing you again" Josette
interrupted. "You ready Eric?"

Marco smiled, understanding the protectiveness of my
friend. "You are one beautiful woman" he told her.

"Ok. You are really creeping me out" she said, "Eric,
I'm leaving in five minutes with or without" she
snapped. Marco and I talked for another minute and he
gave me an abbreviated version of what had been going
on. The misdemeanor, the move, Lanh. He seemed
humbled. I kept waiting for him to say something about
anal sex.

At that moment a guy who had been looking through some
of the magazines came over and stood directly behind
Marco and placed one hand on his shoulder. "Terrell
this is Eric."

"Oh. Marco has told me a lot about you." Terrell stood
a good thee inches taller than Marco, had smooth black
skin and obviously knew a lot about working out. He
was the kind of man that commanded attention when he
spoke.

"Nice to meet you."

"We're actually heading up to the cabin this evening"
Marco stated.

"Oh. That sounds like fun" I stammered.

"It will be. Good seeing you again" he said and turned
to leave. Marco hung back for a second as they rounded
a corner and made the universal gesture for big cock,
smiled and sauntered away.

"Wait till I tell Josette" I said to myself.