Date: Thu, 17 May 2012 14:21:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: Silhouette

David undressed in the dark.

He was glad to escape the studio where he always felt small and feel larger
in the loft.

Murphy asked him to housesit for the weekend and he was thrilled to do it.

The wall was all windows. The loft had no walls, only beams. The living
room was a group of couches; the bedroom was on the other side, the kitchen
a buffet like arrangement near the elevator.

You could walk around it, actually run, skate or even bike. It was that
large.

And it was quiet. The loft was on the top floor, far above the cab horns,
occasional sirens and screams nobody responded to.

Murphy trusted him. They remained friends after that first night. There was
no sex now, only phone calls, jokes and occasional dinners when the older
man wanted company with no conditions.

David liked the man wishing he could crawl next to him in bed some nights.
But that didn't happen after the first few times.

They wandered museums, he learning about sculptures, paintings and people,
Murphy enjoying playing the mentor..again without conditions.

The air was slightly cool across his bare body. His erection led him here
and there. David wished he could mark the place like some wild animal. But
it wasn't his.

The job was part time, the studio rent manageable as long as the shelves
were stocked with Ramon Noodles, he ate enough.

Why he had taken the bus to this city, David wasn't really sure. It seemed
like the right idea to leave the small town with equally small minded
residents. His Uncle just nodded probably relieved he was leaving. His Aunt
didn't say anything either, daring not to disagree with her husband's
unspoken wishes.

David did jumping jacks, sit-ups, and pushups. He thought of going to the
bar blocks away where he had met Murphy that night. He could lie, bring
some fascinated faced kid back and fuck him.

But he knew Murphy would be pissed. He didn't have to say "don't bring
anyone here". David knew the man rarely did it himself. He thought the man
was lying to him. But in time he realized he was special enough to be
brought there and to be invited back.

The light flashed across the street and he looked. It illuminated a wall of
a loft like space similar to where he was. There were very large paintings,
or even murals. They seemed to be lit by spotlights.

The space itself wasn't lit.

He saw the figure that had turned on the switch. A male, wearing a suit. He
was probably coming home from work, a meeting or dinner. Maybe he had gone
to some bar to meet a stranger, but had come home alone, perhaps
disappointed.

David watched him as the guy took his suit coat off and tossed it across
furniture. The lit paintings surrounded his silhouette.

He lifted something from a table, probably a glass of wine. David did the
same as if they were going to toast each other. He swallowed the cooled
white wine Murphy had said was for him.

The man knew he liked white wine. He had taught David how to dress better
then his small town sports shirt and khaki habits. He suggested how he
could get a job. He conducted practice interviews in the loft.

It all worked. David was employed. It was only a part time job, but he felt
like it was the beginning.  They celebrated at a nice restaurant that faced
the park. Everyone there was dressed very nice. The Maitre seemed to know
Murphy and winked at David.

He ignored the knowing wink and look at his body, trying not to feel like
the older man's trick.

The silhouette removed his shirt and slacks tossing them as he had the
coat. He lifted the glass again.

David put his own glass down.  He was excited. The silhouette had a large
chest, furry and an equally impressive cock. His thick biceps bulged when
David kissed them. And his large hand rested on David's bare buttock urging
him closer.

David opened his eyes fearing the lights would be off and the target of his
imagination and desire would be invisible.

He smiled in the darkness.  The lit murals were still there. The silhouette
was still there. He turned sideways and David's gut knotted to see the
obvious endowment. It was either large itself or enlarged enough to be part
of the silhouetted image.

David wondered if he could go downstairs and across the street. Would the
silhouetted man let him come up to the loft there and get naked again?
Would he become the man's trick or even lover?

The silhouette moved closer to the window. David watched.

Another glass lifting then it as put down as if placed on a table nearby.

David played with his testicles and his erection. He finger wiped the tip
brining the moisture to his lips and savoring the familiar taste. Did the
silhouetted figure like it as much as he did?

The profile excited him more.  He could see the man moving his hand to the
outline of his own maleness. It moved.

David knew what the silhouette was doing. He did the same.

It wouldn't last. His time with Murphy didn't either.

He didn't care. In his head he felt the hands and arms. The thick thighed
muscles, the lips begging his and the sighs and moans that signaled David
was giving back pleasure as well as getting it.

David watched as the silhouette seemed to gyrate, bend backwards turn and
enjoy himself. David turned to reveal his own profile and activity. He
wanted to give what he was getting.

Would he be asked for more?  Could he be what the man wanted? When lights
changed shadows to defined faces and bodies, would it be even better or at
least acceptable?

He screamed as he came. David didn't usually do that, but he was alone in
the darkness, his own silhouette visible thru the walls of windows.

He gasped as a second explosion surprised him. It left him nearly
breathless. David regained his awareness and turned back to the window.

The hand held the large wine glass aside as if he wanted David to see it.
It moved as if a toast to him.

David reacted. He was indeed seen. Should he cover his nudity? It was a
silly thought as he knew the body was seen as a shadow by another shadow.

He found his own empty glass but lifted it as if full and mimicked the form
across the street.

The form moved to a wall and the paintings went dark taking their colors
and the outlined body into the darkness of anonymity.

And David was alone again. He wondered how many nights ahead he would be
alone.