Making An Entrance

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (3)

Don found a parking spot in front of his apartment complex, not wanting to go to his assigned spot. Call it superstition, or just plain old fear, but last thing he wanted right now was to go to his spot, and perhaps see another car in it. Least this way he could keep the mood, the feeling inside that Alex was totally wrong. He really hated these nagging doubts, and as he walked towards the front door, he realized it was not going to end, even if he found nothing once inside.

The doubts would always exist, simply because he was so much older than Rob. There would be those thoughts, whether Alex or someone else said another word about it or not. It was part of being older, thanks to the notion that old men with younger men was about sex, not love. Society, his society, didn’t seem to accept it as much as the straight world. Walking up, he felt a bit saddened by that realization, wondering how Rob would take it.

Would he throw a fit, or would he understand? After all he was a lot younger, he hadn’t gone through the really painful years of being Gay, and having to hide it. Now it was easier, you didn’t have to look over your shoulder constantly before going into a gay bar, though you still need to be cautious. Still, would Rob understand? He hoped so as he pressed the button to go up and confront the doubts, to maybe put them at ease.

Even if the worst was true, that Rob was turning tricks, or something like that, it wasn’t the end of it all, or was it? Would he understand if Rob was seeing other men, for money? Leaning against the back of the elevator, he thought about it, wondering just how he felt. Did it matter as much, it wasn’t like they didn’t practise safer sex. Condoms were always on hand, but the risks were there none the less. Still, would it make him feel less if Rob was cheating? Was it cheating?

Not like they had exchanged any vows, or even signed any papers to say they belonged to each other, and he wasn’t sure he wanted or needed that type of legal stuff. Sure in some cases it might be practical, but hell he wasn’t about to kick off tomorrow, so what was the worry?

Rob had some pretty definite ideas on that one, and frankly he rather agreed with him. Society wasn’t designed to be monogamous. Advertising sure as hell didn’t cater much to that concept, and neither did the shows either. Though he found he enjoyed just sitting back in the sofa, reading a bit, while the stereo played some non stop music. Rob would read too, another trait that was unusual among the younger generation.

He enjoyed his mystery novels, loved reading them, while he was more of a general fiction type. Though he was reading a few more mysteries these days, which made him grin a bit. See, Alex was wrong, because when he thought about Rob, there was always something to remind him of his affection, his love. Reading a book, just one of them.

They had so many good memories, and really, it hadn’t changed since they met. They were always off making new memories together, things to look back on, to talk about at night. It wasn’t like they ignored each other most of the time, or were doing their own thing. They talked, and okay, yes at times it got physical, but in all honesty, he really could say, that he and Rob, had more than just sex going for them.

Don really hated this, knowing that all these doubts were just that. It wasn’t like Rob had given him reason to doubt him, that it was simply Alex and his more so called mature friends. It gnawed at him, but hopefully walking in now, he could put them aside, feel free from them for just a bit. Maybe he should have stopped to pick up some flowers, or chocolates, and make it one more of those special memories?

Now that would certainly tick Alex off. The idea gave him a bit of a warmth, as he came to his apartment door. He stopped, to pull out his keys, and heard the laughter coming from inside. For a second he felt a bit cold, before realizing it was more likely the television. Still, it had given him a start, as he put his key into the lock and turned it.

Entering, he could smell something cooking, realizing that dinner was already on the go. He could hear the noise now, relaxing as it was indeed the television set. Though a bit too loud, he just felt relieved. He felt like he was on pins and needles, as he walked in, expecting to see Rob on the sofa, ready with his excuse.

The room was empty, with no Rob on the sofa, just the television blaring. Stepping in he turned towards the bedroom door, as it opened and out walked Rob. He was shirtless, and the vision of his bare upper body made the hairs on the back of his arms stand up. He felt like he was on the edge of a cliff, as Rob stopped dead in his tracks.

A look of surprise was on his face, not a smile, just sort of shock. The eyes were wide open, the mouth slightly open, as he recognized Don standing there. Other than shock, there was something else in his eyes, a look Don had never seen before. It bothered him, making him suck in his breath as he looked at the younger man.

His hair was in a mess, and he just didn’t look like he expected him to look. It was as if he had been running and was just pausing to catch his breath. Rob was standing too still, to much like a statue.

‘Don, you are home early’

‘Yeah’

‘Something wrong? Man you look like you seen a ghost.’

‘You don’t look much better, more like you just fell out of a hay loft or back of a truck, but no, nothing is wrong. Should there be?’

‘What the fuck is that supposed to mean?’

He could see the spark of anger in his lover’s face. The way his eyes now narrowed, his mouth set firm, the chin jutting out a bit.

‘Nothing, you just get out of bed?’

He saw the shot hit home. The way he suddenly stiffened, his arms going rigid, his whole body becoming more erect. Even his eyes seemed to suddenly smoulder, as if there was a fire lurking behind them, as they darkened.

‘Yeah, and alone too.’

‘I didn’t say anything about there being someone else in there.’

‘No, your look did though, so come on, go inside, see for yourself.’

Rob turned to one side, letting a space show between him and the doorway. Don could feel the anger, almost see it, touch it, as he just looked at the young man. He was pissed, something Rob rarely showed. In fact, in all the time they had been together, it was Rob who had the cooler head, who never showed anger. Least until now.

‘Christ, you are half naked, what else should I expect?’

Don moved away, turned his back on Rob and headed over to the sofa. This wasn’t going the way he wanted, besides, why the fuck was Rob so suddenly defensive? Did he have someone in there, or had before he got home? Sitting down, he stared back at the glowering younger man, wishing he had stayed at work, wishing he had turned the car around, anything but what was going to turn into a major battle.

‘That’s why you are here, isn’t it? You think I am doing some one else, don’t you? Come on, admit it, you are here checking up on me.’

‘It isn’t like that, look, this is getting out of hand…’

‘Out of hand, shit Don, you come home in the middle of the afternoon, accuse me of having someone in the bedroom simply because I don’t have a shirt on? Fuck man, sometimes I walk around in my undies, doesn’t mean I just fucked someone in the bedroom.’

‘No, no I know that, it is just that, I uh…’

‘What? You didn’t come home to check up on me? I am not stupid Don, give me some credit.’

‘Fine, yes, yes I did come home to check up on you, happy now, make you feel better?’

‘Hell no, I just don’t like being lied to, anymore than you do.’

‘I haven’t lied to you.’

‘Then what is this about? Why suddenly do you feel the need to check up on me?’

‘I don’t know, maybe the talk from others, maybe it’s not wanting to fully believe my luck, I don’t know, just that I had to, to put it to rest.’

‘Talk? What from some of the perverts you call friends? Who? Bet I know.’

‘Look, calling them names isn’t going to help, and they aren’t perverts, they are my friends.’

‘Yeah right, real good friends you got there, and Don they are perverts, Christ how many times I have… look, you can believe what you want about them, I just, I know better, okay? And I don’t cheat.’

‘What’s that supposed to mean? How many times what? Don’t imply something without giving me the details? I have a right to know.’

‘Oh, do you?’

‘Yes, damn it, I do.’

‘and I don’t?’

‘Huh?’

‘Not like you are telling me what they are saying behind my back, now are you?’

Don looked up at Rob, saw the way his nostrils flared, realizing just how angry he truly was. It was hard for him to not feel like shit, but he couldn’t just let it all drop now. Too much had been said, and yet he couldn’t help but admire the guy. It was like he was lashing out, not from a guilty conscience, but because he really did care, because he really was hurt by the notion that Don thought he would cheat.

‘I didn’t want to piss you off, besides, I didn’t know how to bring it up’

‘Yeah sure, but you believe them.’

‘No, not really, okay, maybe a bit, but…’

‘I wouldn’t do that to you Don, you should know that.’

The anger was gone, and Don could hear the sadness in Rob’s voice. His head seemed to hang down, to stare at his feet, as he just stood there.

‘I should, I do, deep down inside, I do, it is just the age thing, it crops up and…’

‘Screw that shit, you and your friends are the only one’s worrying about age differences, not my friends, sure as shit not me.’

‘I suppose.’

‘Suppose hell, ten to one it’s Alex doing most of the talking too.’

‘Yeah, he the one being a perv?’

‘Yeah, but I can handle him.’

‘In your undies?’

Rob smiled at that, and moved closer. He sat in front, on the coffee table, facing Don. He couldn’t help but check him out, which kept the smile on Rob’s face. Yet there was a serious side to him, one he hadn’t really appreciated before now. The anger in his face, was more from hurt, something that made Don feel ashamed. He should never have let Alex, or the other’s get to him.

‘Hell yes, give the creep a thrill and a heart attack, all at once.’

‘You are sick’

‘He’s your friend’

‘Yeah well, he does have some good qualities.’

‘Like?’

‘Right now, damn if I could say.’

‘Look Don, I like what we have together, I don’t want it to change, do you?’

‘No, no I don’t either, but the whole age thing, it’s not easy.’

‘I can see that, but, I am not that way Don, I am a one guy man, I am not a tramp, never have been, I just can’t do that.’

‘You really walk around in just your undies?’

‘Yeah, why not?’

‘And if someone comes calling?’

‘Like Alex perhaps?’

‘Yeah, like Alex’

‘Well see, he can’t get into the building without buzzing, so naturally I’d let him in, go and put on a suit of armour and everything would be fine, now if it was maybe the paper boy, well…’

‘You bitch’

‘Hey, it’s not easy waiting till you get home.’

‘I have seen our paper boy, and let me tell you hun, he ain’t no boy. Hell, he’s older than me.’

‘Yum, I like ‘em older, didn’t you know?’

He couldn’t help but laugh as he felt the tension easing. Rob was smiling a bit now, no longer looking like he could kill someone, and the lines around his mouth, his forehead were softer now.

‘So I hear’

‘Yeah, well next time, don’t use your key, buzz, and who knows, you might get invited to the party.’

‘What party is that?’

‘This one’ he said, as he stood up and more or less leaped onto Don. He felt his body press him hard into the back of the sofa, and his mouth was firmly pressed onto his. It had taken him by surprise, yet as he felt the hands urgently moving up and down his body, touching him, he realized just how lucky he was.

They kissed hard, as he felt his lips pushed apart by the urgent demands of Rob’s tongue. The rush was unbelievable, as he tasted Rob’s breath in his mouth. There was a lingering flavour from the toothpaste, but also something more, almost a musky type scent. His body was being pressed back hard, then suddenly Rob was standing.

Don glanced up, as he saw that glint, that evil little smirk that Rob would get every now and then. In the back of his mind, he knew that this afternoon was about to be one of those times.

His eyes moved down Rob’s body, following the motion of his hands, as they ran down his lean body, towards his waist. They lingered around the belt, then Don watched as the belt began to slide out. He had missed it being opened, and now it hung down, draped down the thighs on either side.

The fingers were at the button, and he heard the pop, then the metallic sound of the zipper being slowly pushed down caught his attention. At the same time his eyes kept noticing how the pants were growing, how they were not flat, but beginning to show a definite bulge to them. Don felt himself licking his lips, as he glanced upwards.

Rob’s face was peering down at him, a soft warm glow coming from the eyes, the face. The little smirk around his lips was a bit more pronounced, as the pants were flung open, revealing the pubic patch of hair. Don sucked in his breath, realizing Rob wasn’t wearing any undies

He looked up, his eyes questioning Rob’s, as he felt his own body beginning to become aroused. His face was feeling flushed, as the smile grew across Rob’s face.

‘Sometimes, I don’t wear anything.’

As he said it, he dropped his pants down his legs, showing off his fully hard cock. It looked as hard as a rock, and seemed to stare right at Don. He couldn’t help but gasp, realizing just how thick it looked, from that angle, and more than that, how full it looked. To think, he had that effect on someone like Rob, well, screw Alex, screw them all he thought, as his doubts were cast away.

Don stood up, and grabbed hold of Rob, surprising him. He pulled him close, kissing the side of his neck, groping him all over. His hands moved up and down the naked flesh, caressing it, feeling it as his own body arched inwards. His arms were pulling Rob into his own body, as he felt the hard cock against his thigh.

Time seemed to have disappeared as his emotions took over from his reasoning. Don wanted Rob, then and there. His whole body seemed to shake, as he literally ripped his shirt off, tossing it to one side, while reaching and undoing his pants. It was like he was in some sort of frenzy, as he stepped out of the pants and underwear, before Rob could utter more than a gasp of surprise.

Quickly, he took Rob into his arms, kissing him again and under his chin, then his Adam’s apple, then he pushed him away, still holding him firmly by the shoulders. He looked squarely into Rob’s eyes, saw the surprise, saw the lust too. He knew Rob wanted him, as much as he wanted Rob. That was all he wanted to see.

Taking Rob firmly, he quickly turned him around, so that Rob’s backside was to the sofa, and with surprising force, he guided him down onto it. Not once did he let his eyes leave Rob’s, as he let himself rest on top of the younger man. His own hard cock pushing Rob’s to one side, digging down into the side of the thigh, to rest between the soft inner thigh and the leathery skin of Rob’s sac.

He felt so alive, so full of life, he lost track of all that was happening. His whole body was nothing but a mass of rolling waves of emotions. Every time he touched Rob, or Rob touched him, it was like being hit with a bolt of lightning. His breathing was ragged, his chest ached, as they kissed each other.

It was almost like they were just discovering each other, the way their bodies shook, moved to meet the other. His mind was lost, confused, dazed, as it struggled for control. His body refused, and soon his mind stopped trying, enjoying, instead, the flow of emotions that passed through. His heart raced, and he couldn’t believe how strong it felt, how loud it sounded in his ears.

The room had been filled with sunlight when he walked in, but now it was like being in a rainbow itself. The colors that flashed all around him, made him groan, made him whimper even. He felt Rob’s thick cock, felt his own as their bodies shifted, and moved. He could feel the tightness around his cock head, felt it being strangled by the firm hold of something.

His eyes glanced down, to see himself penetrate Rob’s tight pink hole. The lights grew brighter as they were reflected off the rubber sheath, that he hadn’t even recalled putting on. All he could feel was the love that held his cock, that made his entry slow and steady. Tossing his head back, he saw his hands gripping the ankles of his lover, holding them up and over his head, as his body filled the warm hole.

Maybe later, he’d remember the details, but for now all he could do was feel the passion holding him, stare at the hard pole pressed by his own stomach against Rob’s flat one. His own dick moving slowly inside of Rob. It was a feeling that just overwhelmed everything else. His eyes were coated from the dripping sweat off his forehead, but he didn’t care. He could even see the drops as they fell to splatter against Rob’s heaving chest.

It was all there, he could see it, feel it, and yet it wasn’t. The way his whole body seemed on fire, as if about to melt, yet his heart only raced faster, his lungs aching more. The muscles grew hard, feeling like they would break from the strain, yet on it went. His head was dripping sweat, pools gathered and rolled down the rolling flesh of Rob’s bare torso.

In some ways it was like watching a rolling wave coming to the shore. Endless line of white crests, coming on and on, despite the rocks, the outcroppings that stood in their way. On it came, as his body continued to pound, to act on its own and yet not.

Every sinew in his body was screaming, even his lungs were crying out and somewhere, lost in all that internal noise, was his own cries that seemed so soft compared to the rest. He could hear Rob’s pleading tones, feel his heart as it matched wild beat to wild beat of his own heart. It all was there, but his mind couldn’t cope, couldn’t decipher all the various signals.

He heard the cry, just as his eyes seemed to clear. His whole body was on a precipice, as if he was standing on the shore, watching a towering white capped wave looming over him, then come crashing down. Don felt his heart stutter, felt it tremble, as the power from within came rushing out, out powering everything else that was happening.

His mind was blank, his heart was like a racing engine suddenly thrown off kilter, struggling to regain the high ground, to stop from slipping, racing faster and faster.

His legs were about to crack, the bones inside stretched past their tolerances, as the crashing wave enveloped him. He heard his spluttering cries, felt the cold water cover him, sizzling as it struck his burning flesh. Steam swirled around his eyes, as the white water seemed to just close all around him, the flashing lights dimmed and made more amazing by the transparent coating of the water..

It was an illusion, he knew it, but refused to accept it. He felt lost among the crashing waves, felt himself falling, felt his whole body being buffeted by the force of the crashing wave. No longer could he feel his legs, nor his arms, as he felt himself twisting and falling. Nothing was there, but the swirling water, as he blinked, as his body finally surrendered to the power inside, that now exploded around him.

Everything was dark around him, and the noises were like some one huffing, as if their lungs were starved of oxygen. There were sounds of moans, as if a major catastrophe had happened, and the injured were crying out, when he finally realized the noises were of his own making. His eyes flickered, and light poured into the tiny slit, blinding him, making him recoil a bit, causing his body to move.

The pain shot through his whole body as he finally managed to look up, to see the dark wet strands of hair that were next to his mouth, the golden glare of skin, glowing red as if a fire was dying down within. His body shook, as he felt the pain in every muscle of his body, as slowly he turned his face, to find himself staring into Rob’s face.

The lips were parted, the nostrils flaring and the look in the eyes were like red orbs of burning embers. Don felt himself tremble, as he lifted his head up, the skin sticking to Rob’s as he slid onto his side, next to Rob. His heart was still beating a mile a second, and he could see Rob’s chest rising & falling quickly, struggling to catch it’s breath.

Looking into Rob’s face, his mind began to slowly unwind, slowly began to process all that had happened. The wetness all over his naked body was cooling in the room’s air, and yet the fire inside, seemed brighter, hotter, than ever. His arms were like lead weights, as he struggled to lift himself up.

Rob’s eyelids fluttered a bit, as he stared deeply into Don’s face. They were filled with a glow he had never seen, or felt before, as he just stared back. At last Rob moved a bit, giving Don a bit more room, as one arm now rested over Don.

‘I think you should start checking up on me more often.’

Yard Sale

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (1)

Garth stretched his arms over his head, and yawned as he surveyed the few remaining people picking through his collection of goodies, things that at one time had meant something to him. Now they were simply a way to get some needed extra cash, to clear out the junk before the final push, the move out. He felt a bit dejected thinking of it all, but then, hell it was life.

Besides, ever since Ken had left, it really hadn’t been the same, not even close to it. Selling the house, moving clear across the country would be a real break, a real new beginning. So why take all the old memories with him? It didn’t make sense, plus the way things were, every extra dollar would come in handy on the long drive away from here.

First he had lost his job, which had been a shock. After almost 20 years working his way up the ladder at the plant, it was all gone in a blink of an eye. Shortly after, Ken left. No real explanation, just like the factory owners, just a ‘sorry but time to move on’ bullshit excuse. Yes, it made him angry, and he knew people could see the scowl on his face, the one over at his collection of CD’s seemed to notice it the most, though he doubted if he would understand. He was just way too young, and judging by his long hair, his thin frame, the guy couldn’t be more than 20 at best, more likely 18.

Christ, to be 18 again or 19 or even 20, would be great. Not a care in the world, a sense of invincibility that he had back then, all gone now, in the blink of an eye. Working hard, moving up to where he was running an entire shift of guys, all gone because of cheap crap from abroad. And the Politicians, with their sympathetic words, but empty promises, only made it all worse. The whole town had seemed to just sag when the factory closed, and the owners, well they were off at their fancy digs at Martha’s Vineyard, consoling themselves with domestic cavier instead of Russian. Like that really helped him and the hundreds of others suddenly unemployed.

Ken hadn’t even tried to be supportive. He had shrugged, asked him what did he expect, then proceeded to bag and leave him there, alone, facing unemployment and worse, by himself. Well fuck him, fuck the company, and fuck the politicians too. He wasn’t going to just cave, like others. He didn’t go to the bar every night, to drown his sorrows, instead he got his resume together, got his house listed quickly before the others even thought about it, and made his plans.

He wasn’t a quitter, but he would be damned if he’d just sit back and watch the bank take his house, watch the Politicians promise him the moon and deliver cheap domestic cheese instead. He sent out hundreds of resumes, all across the country. Sure, at his age, 45, it wouldn’t be easy, but he had learned stuff, had some experience that should count for something, and lo and behold, over in Washington State a company agreed.

The salary wasn’t as good as he had, but at least he’d not be starting all over as a stock boy, or gopher. He would have some responsibilities and the company was small enough, that it might not move towards outsourcing. Plus, the owner was local, not some suit who showed up once a month to go over the figures. He lived near the plant, and was there everyday, so maybe it would last.

Then too, it was close to Seattle, which meant at least some night life that was more gay friendly than around this place. He really was feeling bitter, but as he watched the thinning crowd picking over his belongings, he felt relieved too. It was time, even at his age, to get real, to stop daydreaming. He knew from the start that Ken was just there for the ride, and yeah they had some good times, but it had always cost him, not Ken.

Looking at the kid again, he wondered what his story was. He had tattered jeans, bit threadbare and Garth figured if the kid had ten bucks on him, it would be his life savings. The hair was long, straggly looking and dirty. His face was a bit ashen, but that could be from simply being unwashed. He really should just go over and shoo him away, as there was no doubt he was just killing time.

Still, he liked his look, and while some of his so called friends would call him a cradle robber, he did have a yen for the more younger type. One reason why Ken had gotten in behind his defences. The guy still looked like he was in his early twenties, even though he was 33. Now this kid, well he had that look, that hungry look that always gave Garth a bit of a lump.

Mind you, he didn’t really have the patience for it anymore, for the chase, the hunt. Sex was good, when he got it, but since Ken had left, there had only been two brief little ventures in the sex department. Not that he couldn’t get it up, but he was damned if he’d play the games, nor was he willing to offer the other inducement of cash. Hell, be rather stupid to pay for a night of sex with some hustler, when he was selling everything he owned to just survive.

Pickings were slim at the best of times in this burg, but he had always managed. A little extra expenditure on drinks, maybe dinner, and he got what he wanted. Even now, at 45 he wasn’t a dog. Working the line with the others, despite his elevated status as foremen, helped keep his look from showing his advancing years. He was nearly 6 foot, and could still fit into a 30 inch waist pair of pants. His legs were full, and his arms didn’t sag under the arms either. His stomach was flat, and sure he could pinch maybe an inch, but that was it.

His face showed the years a bit more than his body. The lines across his forehead were etched and only growing more pronounced, and the bags under the eyes seemed to only be getting darker with time. His nose had a bit of a curve at top and just before the tip, from being broken more than once. It wasn’t easy working a production line, and sometimes a good right cross helped solve a few personality conflicts. His face showed it more than he liked, but he thought it added character to him.

Some of the younger crowd at the local gay bar said so, though in all honesty they were hoping for a paying customer, and when he made it clear he wasn’t about to be one, they just drifted off. The way the kid at the CD’s looked, he knew he would be one of them, too. He had that look, that glance that said he was available, for the right price.

Funny how he could spot the working boys, while the others he knew had trouble figuring out if the guy was queer, never mind on the hustle. Still, as much as the kid looked interesting, looked like he could be fun for a quick romp, he wasn’t about to waste his cash. Not now, not after all the shit that had gone on. He shook his head, and let himself sit back up, thinking maybe it was time to call the sale off.

He had been out there since 8am, and it was nearly 4 now. What was going to sell had long since been taken away. The remnants just weren’t going to make him any cash, and would wind up either in the trash or the free pile. Still some of the stuff, might make it into the back of his car, but room was limited.

Garth stood up, and began to pick up the boxes or put the loose items back into boxes. He was stacking them near the garage door when the kid by the CD’s came over, looking more at his dirty sneakers than at Garth. He seemed nice enough, but he did have a bit of the ‘road odor’ to him, that made Garth cringe a bit.

Finally he stood up and stared at the kid, who finally glanced up, shuffling his feet as he haltingly asked if Garth would like some help putting stuff away, in exchange maybe for a sandwich. The way he said it, the way his voice sounded, touched Garth, and while he was about to say no, he noticed the scar down the kid’s face.

Asking how he got it, he felt suddenly sick as the kid told him. It was like a story from hell, and was said in such a dry tone, devoid of any emotion that Garth couldn’t help but wonder if it was even true, but then looking into the boy’s face, he realized it was all true, with perhaps a lot left out. When he asked why, he felt strangely connected to the kid, as he said ‘because he was gay’. The face looked up as he told him, the eyes seemed to be suddenly filled with a bit of life, and the tone of his answer had a bit more strength too.

It impressed him, as he sort of stepped back a little, glancing at the young man. It was odd, but he felt strangely impressed, and instead of saying no, he just nodded to the stuff up at the far end of the yard. The kid dropped his pack next to the house wall, and began to move up to the street. Garth noticed how nicely he filled the seat of his jeans, but he still felt the tremble inside, from what he had said.

He leaned up against the wall, watching as the kid began to put stuff back into boxes. It was quick, deft, but done with care, with pride even. The stuff was really just junk, but the kid seemed to treat it like it was gold. He even wiped a few things with the back of his sleeve, before stacking them inside the boxes. Rather impressive as the young man wasn’t slow either, he moved with the minimum of effort, wasting no time in doing the job, but in doing it well. That struck a chord with Garth, who just enjoyed the show.

It had been a while since he had seen anyone take pride in their work, in how they did even the smallest task. As the boxes were filled, the kid brought them down to Garth, who stacked them inside the open garage door. It was done in no time. As the last box was placed on top of another, he noticed how the kid just stood aside, waiting patiently, looking pleased, but still with that hang dog expression.

‘Come on, let’s get inside’ he said, as he closed the door and headed towards the front door. The kid trailed behind him, and once inside, he looked around at the bare rooms, the empty spaces. Off in one corner was still a small little sofa, a card table in the dining room, and boxes piled up in one corner was all that was left to show that someone lived in the place.

Pointing towards the kitchen sink, he told him he could wash up there. ‘What’s your name?’

‘Cory’

‘Appreciate the help Cory, now what would you like, I have some roast beef left, bit of ham too I think.’

‘Anything you can spare will be fine, uh, thanks.’

‘Been awhile?’

‘Huh? Oh, uh yeah, guess so’

‘That uh, that story you told me, that for real Cory?’

He didn’t know why he asked, but he had to. The way the shoulders suddenly tensed up, the back going rigid as he washed his hands under the faucet, told their own story.

‘Yes’ was all he said, and he didn’t look around, but continued to just wring his hands under the hot water. It was like he was trying to ignore him, to not show any emotion.

‘Didn’t your Mother do anything?’

‘Sort of, I uh, it really is no big deal, least uh, not now.’

‘Didn’t you go to the Police? I mean that had to need stitches.’

‘No stitches, it didn’t bleed for long, and I did put some stuff on it, but no stitches.’

‘And the Police? Did you go to them?’

Cory turned from the sink, to look at Garth. There were tears dripping from his face, as he looked at him, trembling a bit too. His face was stretched in a strange agonized sort of way, that tugged at Garth’s heart a bit, and gave him a feeling of pity, of sorrow. To think a father could lash out like that, just because his son was different, was gay, made him angry too.

‘No’

‘Why not?’

‘He was the Police’ he said, and turned away. His shoulders seemed to heave for a minute or two, then he bent over the sink and began to wash his face. Garth stood there, stunned and yet also feeling a bit frightened as well. To think of what it must have been like, to be treated that way and have no one to go to, no one to help, to step in. He felt sorry for Cory, but he felt his mind telling him to back off, to not get involved. Besides, he was leaving, soon too. There was no sense in getting involved or even trying.

Turning away he began to pull the food out of the refrigerator, to make the boy his sandwich, and to avoid any further discussion. It felt wrong, and he could feel the struggle going on inside of him, as he piled the sandwich with the roast beef. It wouldn’t make it go away, but maybe it would stop his blasted heart from aching, or lecturing him. He hated feeling this way, and besides, as his mind told him, he was leaving, didn’t know the kid, know the circumstances, plus, there just wasn’t room for such involvement.

Garth grabbed a large glass from the cupboard and with the plate he took it over to the card table. He then brought the half full jug of Milk over, filling up the glass and leaving the jug next to it. He looked over, to see Cory staring at the plate, his eyes wide as he noticed how high it was piled up with meat. The way he licked his lips told Garth it had been more than a day or two since he had last eaten.

It gnawed at him, as he pulled the chair back and then stepped back, watching the young man sit down, and take hold of the food. He turned and glancing up at Garth, he thanked him. There was even a hint of a smile around his mouth, that gave him a rather attractive look. For some reason, he felt rather pleased as he left Cory to enjoy his food.

He rummaged in the refrigerator, and found a can of peaches, and there was still a bit of dream whip left in the container. He quickly grabbed a bowl, putting the can of fruit into it, then topped it with the remaining dream whip. No idea why he did it either, other than feeling sorry. Inside, his mind was urging him to not prolong it, while deep inside, he felt bad for not wanting to do more. But as his mind kept telling him, there really wasn’t anything more he could do.

Cory finished about half the sandwich, then stared at the other half. It was odd, and then he turned to look over at Garth.

‘Do you mind if I save this half for later?’

He felt his heart break, felt it trying to change his mind, though he knew he wouldn’t. Instead he told him to go ahead and eat it all, that he’d give him another to take with him.

The pleasure that showed on his face was gut wrenching. It was as if no one had been nice to him, not when he had been at home, or since. It pissed him off too, because how hard was it, to be nice? Yet even as he thought about it, he could hear his heart bitching, saying yeah how hard, but you planning to let him go. He hated having a conscience, but he had been burned enough lately. He just couldn’t go through more.

Garth let it drag out, and he could see that Cory was reluctant to leave, but really, he just couldn’t let him stay. Instead he felt inside his pants, feeling the crumpled bills from his garage sale. He had done okay and while Cory was in the bathroom, cleaning up and all, he counted the cash he had earned. It was what he had expected as he took a pair of twenties and a ten, stuffing the rest back into his pants.

Cory came out, looking a lot cleaner, and younger too. The dirt had shown a rather sun tanned face, free of blemishes. The eyes still had a bit of life in them, now that he was cleaner and fed. In other circumstances, Garth knew he would be attracted to him.

‘Thanks, for the food and all.’

‘No problem, uh, how old are you?’

‘18’

‘I see, well thanks, it was nice to get all that cleaned up fast. You did a good job.’

‘Sure, uh, I uh, uh, thanks, the food was good, and well, thanks.’

It was awkward, and he wished for a moment that Cory wouldn’t leave, that he could find something else for him to do, or hell, just to stay. He felt like he was throwing him back to the wolves, but he had his own life to worry about. The moving van would be here first thing, then he’d pack his car, and be gone. He sighed, wishing things would be different.

‘Look, you don’t do drugs or anything do you?’

Cory was about to open the front door, and stiffened, then turned to look at Garth. He had that dogged look, a bit of deviance in his face as he shook his head.

‘No’

Garth reached out with his hand, saw Cory shrink back from him. He stopped in his tracks, then slowly opened his hand with the crumpled bills.

‘Good, it isn’t much, but maybe it’ll help for a few days.’

‘I can’t, I can’t take that.’

‘Course you can.’

The way his eyes looked down at the money, then at Garth’s face was hard to take. He could see the wheels turning, knowing exactly what the younger man was thinking.

‘I only packed a few boxes, you already paid me, I can’t take your money.’

He held his hand out, towards Garth. There was a glimmer in his eyes, telling him he really did want to take the money, but that he was afraid of what it might mean, of him. Garth felt saddened by it, and determined too. It was the least he could do, besides it felt right.

‘You can use it, no strings, go on, a sandwich and use of the bathroom isn’t much pay, go on, its okay.’

Cory looked up at him, then wiped his eyes with the back of his arm. Tears were welling up as he reached out, his hand shaking as he did. The fingers were trembling, but as they touched Garth’s hand, he felt a strange jolt of electricity. Cory looked up at him, and he could see the gratitude in his eyes. The young man took the money, then suddenly he leaned over and wrapped his arms around Garth.

It felt strange, as the young man clung to him, and he could feel his tears on his shoulders. He felt his own hands reach around, to grasp the young man. There was no mistaking the feel of his bones, pressing into his body. He felt himself shake a bit, as he held the young man for a few seconds, then Cory pulled away, mumbling an apology.

Before he could say a word, the young man was out the door and moving quickly down the sidewalk. Garth felt like he should rush out, call him back, but once more his mind won the day. He watched, feeling a small tear well up at the corner of his eyes, then as Cory disappeared down the street, he closed his front door softly.

Looking around, he felt more alone than ever. It was different, strange and eerie really. It felt worse than when Ken had just upped, and left. He had felt more relieved then, than now. Now he was feeling edgy, upset really but it had been his choice. He could have stopped him from leaving, but he hadn’t. Besides, he kept trying to tell himself, there wasn’t time to help, that it wouldn’t work out, that he was 45 and what would an old fart like him be able to offer an eighteen year old?

It was stupid, crazy and out of character yet he couldn’t help himself. All he could do was think of Cory, of that scar, those eyes, the voice. Washing his plate, his bowl, made him shake a bit, feel like somehow he had not done enough. Yet, what else could he do? He was leaving town in the morning, the state really.

Okay, maybe he could have given him some more cash, or even maybe suggested other ways for Cory to earn some money. Thinking that he felt worse. Last thing he needed was to feel guilty for taking advantage of the kid’s circumstances, to get off. Maybe that was why he didn’t stop him? He knew it would go to that, and as attractive as Cory looked, he just didn’t want that kind of guilt to take with him.

Even the television held little interest for him, as the night marched on. He felt restless, uneasy, wondering if Cory had found a safe place to sleep, or if he was off looking for drugs. To be his age, not on drugs, was rather hard to buy, but then somehow, he knew inside, Cory had been telling him the truth. That led him to think about what kind of man his father was, what kind of mother she had to be. His parents had been strict, his father would haul out the leather strap on occasion, but when he told them he was gay, they were shocked, stunned for a day even, but they never lashed out at him. Not once did they yell at him, call him names, or raise a hand to him for it, and that was back in the days when being gay was no where as socially tolerated as it was today.

He never really appreciated that, until now. Thinking of Cory, of how he must have felt to be yelled at, to be threatened and hurt like that. Bad enough strangers would do that shit, but his own parents? He must have been terrified, and add to that his father being a Police Officer? It had to be pure hell, and here he was, a supposed good man, doing nothing to help, shoving him out the door to face it all again.

As he reached for the remote, to once more flip through the channels, he heard his doorbell ring. Glancing at his watch, he wondered who would come calling at this time. His friends had all said their goodbyes a few days back, and the neighbours, well they had their own headaches to deal with.

Opening the door, he was surprised to see Cory standing there. He opened the door, wondering what it was that had brought him back.

‘You forget something?’

He handed Garth the three crumpled bills, thrusting them into Garth’s hand, mumbling he couldn’t accept them then turned and he was already have way down the sidewalk, before he got over the shock. He called out to the boy, who stopped, and looked at him.

‘I have coffee, if you want?’

It sounded so lame, yet he saw a brief smile cross the boy’s face, as he turned around. He looked at Garth, then his shoulders sagged a little, as he began to walk back towards the house.

Making An Entrance

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (1)

Don wasn’t what you would call, a looker. To begin with, he was what he termed an ‘old queen’. He had been around the block a few times really, had his flings too. Some of them were damn good, but fleeting. Nothing that lasted, but were part of the memories, something to look back on, until he met Rob.

Rob was 20, while he was 45, and yet they seemed to click. There was a bond, or so he thought, that broke past the age barrier thing, and so what if all his friends said he was robbing the cradle? It made him feel good to come home to Rob, to have a late dinner, because when he did get home, Rob wasn’t into that kind of food. Like how many straight relationships were there where the ‘man of the house’ would come home to greet a horny wife?

So his friends could shake their heads all they wanted, he got laid when he got home. Not many of them could say that, nor could many of them say that they could keep up either. Another of his features that had attracted Rob, his ability to satisfy.

The hair may have a tint of grey at the edges, the skin under his chin was sagging a bit, bit puffy too. Granted, he didn’t have a flat washboard stomach anymore, but the belly wasn’t all that noticeable. His legs were still firm, the muscles still toned, including his arms. There might be a bit more hair, and he still had to shave every morning, but all in all, he didn’t look bad for a 45 year old account manager.

He might sit at a desk, but with Rob, he still managed to get out, do more than most of his friends. Sure, it was to the bar, but not to just sit and drink. They were on the dance floor a lot more than they were sitting at the table.

Saturday mornings they were up at dawn, jogging through the neighbourhood park, running and laughing and talking. It wasn’t like they sat around watching television or sleeping in either. Even Sunday’s were packed with things that they did together, so what if he was never home when his friends called? He was out with Rob, and yes, they did do things together.

Besides, Rob’s friends were all his age, and they didn’t object to the old man joining them, so why should his friends object to Rob? Jealousy he figured, though none of them would admit it. Specially his best friend Alex, who was always throwing digs in about Rob, about how he wasn’t right for Don. Like he knew?

Fact was that Alex was nearly Don’s age, and he had no one to come home to. He lived alone, had his odd fling from the bar, and had a boring routine. He didn’t come home at 6 every night and get greeted by a 20 year old stud, wearing nothing but an apron. Don did, and that pissed Alex off, though he never would admit it.

Still it was becoming irksome to him, not to mention all the warnings. Alex was persistent, if nothing else, and at times Don thought maybe he had a thing for him, or maybe for Rob? Now that was more likely, still, it was becoming annoying. Like yesterday, when they had met for lunch. Alex kept harping on how Rob was nothing but a flirt and only interested in Don because he got free room and board.

He kept nattering too, about how Rob still hadn’t found himself a job, nor that he had yet contributed one red cent to the expenses. It pissed him off, that Alex kept harping on it, despite his insistence that Rob made up for it, in other ways, and not just the sex. Though in all honesty, the sex alone was worth whatever added expenses Don incurred in having him live with him.

Still, it irked him, gnawed at him too because there were times when he would wonder at why someone like Rob would be with him. Why would a 20 year old, that had an athletes body, a handsome face and a definite penchant for unbridled sex, settle for an old fart like him.

After all Rob was the type that when he walked into a bar, every old geezer would turn to stare & drool. The younger group would glare, realizing that real competition for the old men had walked in. While Rob had never given Don any reason to doubt him, he had his moments. Alex was right, Rob was a bit of a flirt, and who could blame him?

Christ, his smile was a killer on its own, the way his lips would curl, his unblemished face simply glow, was enough to melt most men’s hearts. His eyes would sparkle, and he had a way that made everyone always glance at his package. It was a natural reflex, and that package never disappointed either.

It was like Rob was hard 24 hours a day. It didn’t matter if it was early in the morning, after a long night of partying and sex, or late at night, Rob was rock hard. There had been times when Don wondered if he was popping Viagra every few hours, but he knew better. Rob hated drugs of any kind, and he had no need of Viagra. He got it up naturally.

Still, there were moments when he wished everyone would stop drooling over him. The way some would show up at their table, buying Rob drinks, ignoring him. Though Rob was always polite, he also made it clear that he was with Don. It was then that they would notice him, and he could always see the envy in their eyes, the jealousy, as they would think what did he have that they didn’t. Naturally if asked, his answer would be simple. He had Rob, they didn’t. It made their intrusion bearable.

So why was he so bothered by Alex’s constant accusations about Rob? Why did he let it eat at him, to where here he was, leaving work early, to surprise Rob at home? Was it simply because he was an old fool, listening to the gossip of a jealous friend, or did he really not trust Rob?

As he walked out of his little office, telling his secretary he’d be at home if anyone wanted him, he thought about it. He felt guilty, in leaving work to go check up on his lover, but damn it, Alex had gotten to him. He knew in his heart he shouldn’t listen to him, but he had known Alex since Junior High. They had been through some rough times together, like the time he had hooked up with Marcus, a real piece of work.

God, just thinking of that time in his life, still gave him chills. The guy had been such a shit, but at the time he hadn’t seen it. He had taken the crap, the abuse really and not even realized it for what it was. Alex had seen it, had made him see it too, and he owed him for that. Maybe that was why he hated it so much when Alex talked about Rob in the same way as he had about Marcus.

But Rob was different, least he thought so. It wasn’t like Rob smacked him around, or took money without asking. It wasn’t like he tried to keep him from talking to his friends either, as Marcus had done. Sure, he liked to be alone with Don, but he also encouraged him to call them up, to invite them over. Hell, he even had arranged a surprise birthday party for him, with all of his friends. Now Marcus never did that. Yet Alex made it sound like Rob was the same as Marcus, manipulating him, owning him.

Inside, in the depths of his heart, he didn’t think it was anything like that. Still, there was doubt, but was it because of Alex, or was it simply that he really didn’t understand how a 20 year old stud could want a 45 year old queen?

He hadn’t believed his luck that first time they had met, and to be honest, he still found it hard to accept. Maybe he was hung up on the age thing after all, but shit, the guy made him happy. It wasn’t like he used Rob either, he did give him his freedom, and yet Rob never seemed to take it, to go out on his own, or with his own friends. Sure, once in awhile he had gone out with his friends, but he had always asked Don to go with him, to join them.

Most times he had, and found himself enjoying the wildness of being with a group of 20 year olds. The partying was a bit much, and lately he had begged off more than gone along, still it was his choice. It wasn’t like Rob made him stay home. And as he told Alex, it wasn’t like it was all that often either. Rob liked being with him, sharing things with him. So why couldn’t Alex accept that? Why did he question it so much?

He felt angry as he climbed into his car, turning the ignition on and screeching the tires as he pulled out. Damn Alex and his innuendo’s. He would put an end to it now, by going home, by proving that Rob wasn’t laying around doing others, or being an idle do nothing. He would be cleaning, or reading, or something, but he wouldn’t be screwing around. Then he would make sure to let Alex know, and to put an end to it all, to the hints, the nasty little smirks.

Alex was wrong, even their first meeting hadn’t been what Alex thought. It wasn’t like Rob jumped into his bed that first time, or even went home with him. Hell, they hadn’t even exchanged phone numbers then. Sure, they had groped each other a bit, more from Rob’s perspective than his, but Alex didn’t buy it. All he said was it was a good tactic, as if Rob had singled him out, to work him like some Con Artist would do.

Granted, the way Rob had acted did make him trust him. Hell, it wasn’t like he was a kid, he had been around the block. So, sure when Rob played hard to get, it made it seem easier, seem more real. But Alex should know he wasn’t a soft mark. He had pretty good instincts, most of the time.

That first time, they had simply sat together, talked about things. Not about others, or about mundane crap either. Rob had a good mind, knew current events, and he had opinions too. He wasn’t some blond air head, he had a mind, which impressed Don. They talked, they danced, and they drank, but not a lot either. Plus, Rob only let him buy him one drink, and he returned the favour too. Alex didn’t seem to take that into account.

When it was time to go, Rob didn’t try to force himself either. He gave Don a quick kiss on the cheek, and a smile. Okay, so he mentioned that he hoped to meet Don again, that maybe he’d seem the next night, sort of enticing him to come back to the bar, but hell, that wasn’t a set up. It was genuine, a simple desire to see if there was interest.

There was too, and the next night had been better than the first meeting. They had danced, touched each other a bit more, and yes, Rob had a hard on, but then so did he. How could he not, the guy was a dream, and he loved to slow dance. Not many his age did, which was another plus in his favour. Never did he just stop when a slow song would come on, and he didn’t try to keep space between them either. He moved in close, rested his head on his shoulder, and just moved with the music.

It excited him too, because Don could feel that whatever he had in his pants, always seemed to get harder & bigger, when they slow danced, when he held the young man in his arms. It felt good, to feel his warmth next to him, to feel his body sway in time with his own. Not once, did it seem to feel odd, or wrong. Rob just fit, and maybe it was that which got Alex bent out of shape?

Waiting at a red light, he realized that on that second meeting, he had two drinks the whole night. Rob hadn’t any more, and he never bought him one either. They simply had a night of fun, without the need for booze. And they closed the place down too, staying beyond last call. And it was then, and only then that he got Rob’s phone number, and Rob his.

He knew that Rob liked him, yet he didn’t push it, he didn’t even suggest going home with him. Not your typical 20 year old, as he was interested, sexually, but he wasn’t wanting it then and there. If he was, he sure as fuck didn’t show it. Rob was certainly sexual, and ever since they had begun to go out, he proved it every time they were together. Again, something that maybe Alex was jealous of.

Don had to admit, when he was Rob’s age, all he could think of was getting off, was seeing who he could fuck or blow, and then move on to the next target. Rob’s attitude had surprised him, been different enough that he found himself actually thinking of him at night, at the beginning. Hell for the next few days, he enjoyed going to sleep, to dream about Rob, about what his dick looked like, about how he would feel touching him, or being touched by him. Hell, he had a wet dream Monday night, thinking about Rob, and at that point, all they had done was dance & talk. Alex was wrong, it wasn’t a set up. He had to be wrong, because damn it, it felt good.

Besides, he was the one who phoned Rob, later in the week. It was his idea to go out together, to have dinner somewhere, then a movie, not Rob’s. Okay, yes Rob was the one who suggested dinner at his apartment, that he would cook something, and yes, it had led to more, but it was him, Don who phoned.

Alex was right in that he had fantasized a great deal about Rob, before phoning him, and yes, it was those dreams, those thoughts, that made him pick up the phone & call. Still, he wasn’t one to do that, to just call someone up out of the blue, but he had. That was a good thing, Alex should have been pleased, not disapproving.

He had no intention of having sex that night either, though he had to admit. He did want to, and when the opportunity came up, well, who would refuse? Christ, Alex would have stripped in a second if Rob had offered himself to him, never mind cook him dinner first.

And he had cooked dinner for Don. It wasn’t anything super fancy, but it wasn’t cheap either. Yet he never asked Don to pay for it, or bring the fixings over. And there was no way that Rob had a lot of money, as he only worked occasionally. Yes that was a drawback, in Alex’s eyes, in his too, but not like how it was with Alex. Still, he did wish Rob would try a bit harder to get a job, to sort of shut the others up.

Yet he always did manage to have money, and he knew it wasn’t all coming from him. Rob’s answer was that he had saved some, plus he did do odd jobs here and there. Like when he had surprised Don with the birthday party. Every thing had been paid for, by Rob. The cake, the party decorations, the small platters of food, the booze even, had all been looked after by Rob.

So he had kept it a secret, had earned some extra cash from delivering papers, and a few other odd jobs, didn’t make him a con, a leach. It was nice, thoughtful even, but Alex didn’t see it that way. He was so damn negative, that it was becoming a hindrance to their friendship.

The dinner Rob had made for him, was not a trap. It was decent food, good company, that led to more. Why couldn’t Alex see that? The whole night was still fresh in his mind, as if it was yesterday. The way Rob had answered the door, sweating and a bit unkempt, but that was from cooking.

His apartment was clean, not a pig sty, like how most guys his age kept their places. The coffee table had real magazines on them, not porn sheets. There weren’t beer bottles all over, in fact there were none. He had some nice stuff, not much, but some. It was all clean, dusted too, which he couldn’t say for his own place. Least not then, sure could now, and that was because of Rob, not him.

That whole night had been simply amazing. He had been nervous, but so had Rob. The way he kept wiping his hands on his pants, to wipe the sweat dry, was noticeable. Yet, the night had been special, even sitting at the table had its moments. Rob had gone out of his way to make it nice, to even make it romantic.

He had some soft music playing, classical actually which had surprised him at first. Then the small table had a table cloth, some candles and wine glasses on it. In some ways, it was like eating out at a secluded little Bistro, off in a corner, where you were hidden by the shadows. It certainly set the tone for the night, and it relaxed him as well.

Don felt his mood change a bit, his anxiety ease, thinking about that third date, that made everything change in his life. It was special, no matter what other’s thought. No matter how much they nagged, or picked at it. He had that night, they couldn’t take that away from him.

The whole night seemed to be a mirage, a dream. The food had been good, but it was the conversation, the atmosphere that made it special. Rob knew how to engage him, to talk with him. It was a rare gift, and after the ice cream & cake, the idea of going out seemed rather, well pointless.

Instead, he had been surprised to have Rob get up and put on some slow dance music. Nothing loud, but rather romantic. To see him now, standing in that small living room, the coffee table pushed aside, his hands open, beckoning him to come to him, to dance, was still a regular part of his night dreams. Even though he had the real thing, it was still a magical moment.

To have this handsome young man, waiting for him to come to him, to dance with him alone, was still enough to excite him. Hell, they still did that on occasion. Rob would now and then, just look at him, and walk to the stereo to put on some music, and then turn to open his arms, to draw him into them to dance.

It had been so amazing, so arousing, that he could still feel the lump in his throat, that it had given him that night. The way his forehead had suddenly beaded up in sweat, the way his heart had pounded with the thrill of it. How heavy his feet had felt, as he pushed the chair away from the small little table, how the candles flickered as he stood up. How Rob looked at him, how his eyes sparkled, as he waited, with those long arms extended towards him.

It had given him the hardest erection he had ever experienced, one that Rob clearly noticed too. It only made him smile wider, tilt his head to one side, and wait. While his own body had reacted so physically, he had notice Rob’s own body wasn’t ignoring the moment either. God, how hard he looked, how hot he was, standing there.

Going from the table to Rob, had been like floating on a cloud. It seemed so timeless, so effortless, despite the heavy feeling in his legs, the lump in his throat, the ache in his crotch. He could still feel it now, as he thought about it, even saw it flash across his face. For a moment, he thought he was there, but quickly focused on his driving. Wouldn’t do to have an accident, but as he wheeled the car around a corner, he knew he had to pull over.

He wasn’t far from home but he needed to stop, to think about what he was doing. He also wanted to keep on thinking about that night, about that first dance. How his whole body had quivered, how it shook when his fingers first touched Rob’s fingers. It was like being shocked by a sudden jolt of electricity, but more than that.

Everything had been perfect, and now it was beyond perfect. The way Rob had taken his hand, put it on his hips, moved in closer to where Don could smell the hint of grape from the wine they had just shared. It was all their, on his breath, as he let his body move in closer, to rest up against Don’s own. How his legs seemed to tremble as it brushed up against Don’s, at how his eyes seemed to glow the closer his head came to Don’s face.

It all was there in front of him now, as he felt himself perspire.

Don could hear the soft sounds of music, the way it had somehow filled the entire room with its sweet sounds, its haunting melody as they began to move to it, their eyes locked on each other’s face. How Rob tilted his head and let it rest on Don’s shoulder for a few turns, then how he lifted it up, to gaze into Don’s face. The way his eyes fluttered, then closed, as he moved in closer. How the sudden press of his lips against Don’s made Don’s heart race, his blood boil. It was all there, in his memory.

As good as his memory was, it couldn’t match that night. He knew it in his heart. The way Rob had just brushed his lips against his, how it felt to feel them touch. The way his whole body seemed to just ache, how his arms encircled Rob, holding him suddenly very tightly, close. How it felt when Rob let him, didn’t even resist, as he opened his own mouth, and let his tongue flick out, to taste those perfect lips.

How Rob’s lips parted, to let him inside, to let him taste all of him, and how he did. The way it felt, the way it all happened wasn’t an act, it was real. His heart knew, still knew it now. It raced then, as it as now, beating wildly, thundering in his ears, resonating deep in his very soul. It touched him in a way no other living being had. Even the feel of him, the way his chest throbbed when held next to him, was all part of it, all of what made him hold on even tighter. It also made Rob hold him just as hard, just as tightly, as if afraid to let go.

There was no mistaking the feelings they had for each other, the way Rob held him & he him. It was like they were made for each other, how their legs entwined into each other, how their bodies seemed to just fit perfectly together. A perfect match of height, of everything. The way his body throbbed, ached for more of Rob, yet he could feel that same desire, that same need in Rob.

It wasn’t sex, it wasn’t the wine either, it was real. He knew that, deep down in a place he doubted Alex ever bothered to search in himself. He had felt it then, still could feel it each time he took Rob into his arms, or Rob took him. Each time they kissed, each time they just looked at each other, it was still there, just as potent as that night.

Don leaned back in his seat, looking out but seeing that night. A drop of sweat dripped from his forehead, as he stared out the windshield, recalling that first deep kiss, that embrace. He could feel it now, as he licked his lips, still taste him, still smell the wine they had shared. His body shuddered, as he let the moment flow over him, as it once more engulfed him in its warm embrace.