Key Lime Pie and Custard
Chapter 7
by
Tim Mead
Now there was a surprising
but most welcome development! G. wanted
to sleep in my bed. With
me. Naked!
I’d resolved I wouldn’t push
things, but he seemed to be the one who was moving things along. I’d have plenty of time the next day to
second-guess myself, but at that moment, there was no doubt about what I was
going to do.
After asking if he was sure
that’s what he wanted and being given an affirmative answer, I simply lifted up
the covers so he could crawl in.
I’d lowered the room’s
thermostat a few minutes earlier, and it seemed there was a draft of cool air
coming from the vents near the ceiling.
So it felt good to be under the sheet and the light blanket on the bed.
Not wanting to do anything to
make him regret his request, I said, “Well, then, goodnight, G.” I turned on my right side, away from him.
Immediately he spooned up
against me. “You mind, mate? It’s kinda chilly in here, isn’t it?”
“Yeah. That’s nice.”
He put his right arm under my
head and draped his left over my chest.
I could feel his cock in the crack of my ass. Or arse. Or bum.
Being with Graham for the few days we’d been together on the tour had
been an education for me, certainly. I
was reminded of Shaw’s comment that
My linguistic reverie was
interrupted by the hand rubbing my chest.
“Oh, that’s nice,” I purred.
“You don’t mind then?”
“Not at
all.” Mind? This great-looking guy had been making me
leak in my briefs for days. If I had
been thinking more clearly, maybe I’d have discouraged him. The next morning I certainly thought of
reasons why I should have. At the
moment, however, I was lying naked, wrapped in the arms of a hunky guy who
seemed to want to explore my body. I was
unable to refuse him. Not that I wanted
to very much.
I got goose bumps all over
from his touch. Then, while his big hand
continued its exploration, managing to slide over both of my nips, he stuck his
nose into my hair and inhaled deeply.
“You smell great, Willie.”
I shivered.
“Thanks, G.”
After being alone since Sean
dumped me, I was in heaven. It didn’t
matter to me at the moment that I had only known Graham for a week. All that mattered was that a strong, hunky
guy was holding me, that he was rubbing my chest and
nuzzling my hair. And he owed me
nothing. He had to be doing it because he wanted to. I would later wonder why in the world he
wanted to be so intimate with me, but at the time I simply reveled in the
feelings.
His hand began to move
south. Or west or whatever, since we
were lying down. He briefly brushed his
finger over my navel, and then began to stroke me just below the waist line. As he allowed his hand to glide smoothly over
my belly, I began to spring wood. Almost
at the same time, I could feel his cock growing and pressing into my
crack. That did it! I was instantly hard.
“Are you sure you’ve never
done this before?” I asked.
He chuckled, and the rumble
in his chest against my back was electric.
“Yeah, I’ve done it before.”
“You have? But . . .”
“Yeah, mate. But always with women. They like this kind of thing, too.”
“Oh!” was all I could think
of to say.
He ran his hand slowly and
gently all over my front, from just above the pubes to my nips and back.
”Don’t blame me cause I haven’t any experience with guys. I want to make you feel good, and I just
thought what worked with the birds might work with you. Are you telling me you don’t like it?”
“No, G. I’m sorry.
It’s great. Please don’t stop.”
He chuckled again. “That’s what I hoped you’d say.”
My cock had by that time
hardened. He must have felt it, for the
next thing I knew he had it in his grip.
I gasped. Then I rolled out of his arms, winding up
facing him on my left side. Obviously
I’d surprised him.
“Did I do something wrong?”
“No, man,
as long as you really wanted to be doing it.”
“It seems right, mate, it’s good.”
I scooted closer to him, put
my right leg between his, and partially lay on him. His cock was hard against my thigh. I could see his wide-open eyes from the light
coming through the window. His mouth was
slightly open and he was looking intently at me.
I grinned down at him. “Yeah, it’s good!”
Then I kissed him
gently. His mouth remained open as our
lips touched. I felt a jolt of
electricity, and he moaned. This time I
didn’t worry. I ran my tongue slowly and
lightly over his lips. It was
incredible. His lips were delicious. I could smell the toothpaste on his
breath. And then he began to slide the
tip of his tongue across my lips. He
wasn’t turned off this time. He was
responding.
At that very moment, my penis
squeezed a dollop of precum onto his thigh.
He obviously felt it, for he twitched suddenly and then put a hand
behind my head, forcing my mouth against his.
Suddenly his tongue was in my mouth, exploring, counting my teeth,
swabbing the sides, probing for my tonsils.
I was so mesmerized that for a moment I failed to respond. He used his free left hand to press on my
butt, and that brought me out of my fog.
I began to react, and our tongues did the customary dance.
I don’t know how long we
kissed. It seemed forever and not long
enough. G. had obviously had
experience. Trying to forget that all
his experience was with women, I concentrated instead on the fact that he’d
never done it with a man before and that he was willingly, eagerly doing it
with me. Later I’d wonder why, but that
night I simply accepted it, reveled in it.
Good sex isn’t cerebral, it’s
instinctive. But that night I was still
enough in possession of my brains to know that I didn’t want to spook my
bedmate. My cock had become importunate. I simply had to have some sort of
release. And the way his big tool was
throbbing and dripping, I could tell he did, too. I knew we weren’t ready for the anal thing,
much as I’d have loved to explore that beautiful bum of his, and I didn’t know
whether he was ready to take a cock in his mouth. I could have gladly swallowed his hefty uncut
meat, but I wasn’t even sure how he’d react to that.
So, as we kissed, I moved on
top of him. He wrapped his arms around
me and held me tightly,our
cocks trapped between our abs. Or, rather, between his abs and my flat belly. I slowly began to hump him. The motion not only rubbed my prick against
his abs, but my belly against his prick.
He groaned and began to kiss
me with even more fervor.
We needed to come up for air
at intervals, and during one of them I raised my head so I could look at his
face. He was staring at me, still wide-eyed.
“Are you okay, G?”
“I can’t believe I’m on the
bottom, Willie, but it’s grand. Don’t
stop what you’re doing!”
I began to hump him in
earnest, and he met my thrusts with his own.
Soon we were groaning and bucking vigorously. I had only come once in the week we’d been
together, and that had been when I’d jacked off in the shower. I think he must have been in the same
condition. We were ripe, full, ready.
Since he was younger, it’s
not surprising he came first. But I was
amazed by how much he came. He coated
his chest and stomach – and mine. I
continued to slide against him, turned on by the slipperiness provided by his
cum. It was only moments later that I
added my own thick fluid to his. The
odor of cum was powerful as I collapsed onto him.
He put his arms around me and
began to stroke the hair on the back of my head. We lay there panting for a few minutes. Then I kissed him gently.
“Will, I feel like I’ve
seduced you.”
I gave him an Eskimo
kiss. “You sure you’re not the one who
was seduced?”
“No way!”
I chuckled and rested my head
on his shoulder. We didn’t say anything
else. At some point he turned on his
side to face me and we lay holding each other tightly, our wet bodies pressed
against each other until we both went to sleep.
Some time during the night
one of us wanted to roll over. The dried
cum which had stuck to our skin hurt enough to wake us up as we separated. He gave me a quick peck on the lips. We turned our backs to each other and quickly
returned to sleep.
I woke up before
daylight. Not thinking about my ankle, I
swung my feet off the bed and stood up.
I almost fell over, though. My
ankle was still pretty sore. I had to
hobble to the bathroom to relieve myself.
Before getting back into bed I turned up the thermostat. The room seemed chilly, and I knew Graham and
I would need to shower first thing.
When I climbed back into bed,
I snuggled up against his back, spooning with him. He gave a contented little sigh, but he
didn’t wake up.
When I woke again it was
daylight. The bedside clock said
“What? Oh, Will, is it morning?”
“Yeah. If we’re going
to see Vizcaya this morning with the group, we’d
better get up. I’d say we both needed a
shower pretty badly, and I’ll be ready for breakfast by the time we can get
down there.”
He took my wandering hand,
lifted it off of him, and sat up, crossing his legs Indian style. His hard cock was standing straight up.
“Are you okay, G.?”
“Yeah, mate. I’m still half asleep’s
all. Yech. I stink!”
“Same here. Would you like
to shower together?”
“Okay. C’mon.”
He was quiet in the
shower. We washed each other, and that
was very tender and pleasant. He just
didn’t say much.
After we had put on our tees,
shorts, and footgear (sneakers for him, sandals for me), he asked if I could
get downstairs for breakfast.
“Yeah. Hand me the
crutches, please. I’m gonna get out of
this room today if I have to slide on my ass.”
I’d done some practicing with
the crutches the afternoon before. Graham
had figured out how to adjust them for my height. I’ve seen people using one crutch, but somehow
for me it worked a lot better if I used both of them.
As I went swinging down the
hall with G. by my side, he chuckled and said, “I’m gonna have trouble keeping
up with that pace if you do that all day.”
“Oh, sorry, man. I didn’t think a jock like you would have any
trouble maintaining a fast pace.”
“Okay, ‘man,’ lead on. I’ll be right with you.”
We were summoned, of course,
to sit with Mamie and Dorothy for breakfast.
They were all atwitter about my ankle.
They didn’t think I should come along because they said there’d be a
fair amount of walking at Vizcaya, the mansion we
were visiting that morning. By that time
it had become, I suppose, a macho thing with me. I was going, ankle or no ankle. I didn’t want Graham to have to sit around
the hotel with me again. He deserved to
enjoy the sightseeing. And I confess I’d
read enough about Vizcaya to be curious. It wasn’t just a big old house. It contained many rare paintings and pieces
of furniture, and the gardens were supposed to be spectacular as well.
We weren’t on the bus for
more than a half an hour. We had to
cross over the Inland Waterway from
I couldn’t help wondering if
he had regrets about what we’d done the night before. I had some concerns myself. I’d never been a monk, but I really wasn’t
too keen on casual sex. I was looking
for a monogamous partner, someone for the long haul. I’d thought I’d found him with Sean. And now here I was becoming involved sexually
with this kid from
Getting involved with G. was
like having a shipboard romance. Our
tour group were our shipmates, in a way. Surely he wouldn’t have any expectations of
me. Nor would I have any of him. He was young.
Vulnerable.
Feeling his way along, unsure of his sexual
orientation. I’d vowed not to
push him.
Yet what we’d done had been very
satisfying. Not just because I was so horny.
Not just because he was so great looking. Despite our rocky start, I realized I was
coming to care about Graham.
On the other hand, what could
he possibly see in me? He was a kid,
still a teen. I was staring at the big
three-oh. He was gorgeous. I was plain, mousy, ordinary. He was gregarious. I was quiet, introverted.
Nope. Maybe he wanted me to show him the ropes, so
when he got back home and found himself a worthy friend, he’d at least have had
some experience, would know what to do.
But we didn’t have any kind of relationship other than as temporary
friends. Oh, I could see us exchanging
an email or two, but then he’d be back in his own life and wouldn’t even think
of me any more.
And, after all, I had my own
life in
“Split up.” I liked that.
I’d have to quit thinking of our breakup as Sean’s dumping me. Even if that’s what it was.
“Will? Earth calling Will. You okay, mate?”
“Yeah,
sorry. What’s up?”
It took a second to come out of my reverie.
“We’re here.”
“Oh, so we are. Sorry.”
He handed me my crutches,
which we’d put between us on the seat.
“Let me go first so I can
help you down the steps.”
I’d had a bit of a problem
getting on the bus.
“Thanks, G.”
I managed to alight, with his
help. Jim took us aside when we were both
on the ground, handed Graham a brochure and a map and said, “Look, guys. You may not be able to keep up with the rest
of us. And there are stairs inside. We’ll be going to the second floor. If you find you can’t make it, just see
things on your own. The bus will reload
right here at
Vizcaya is a Renaissance style mansion built in the early
twentieth century by an industrial magnate.
It is called the
Graham, on the other hand,
wasn’t impressed. “Fuck, Will, the house
I live in is almost as old as this place.
We have stately homes in
“Yeah, G., but it’s
magnificent, isn’t it? And the art and
furniture inside are the real thing, brought here from
“Nicked, you mean.”
“Hey, Knight, have you ever
heard of the Elgin Marbles?”
“No, why?”
“They were part of the
Parthenon, torn off the building and brought to
“Pink? What do you mean, pink? Communist? Queer?”
I chuckled and kept crutching
toward the entrance to the building.
“No. But the standard color on
maps for a century or more was pink for
“Oh.”
“So, babe, humor me,
please. I’d like to see this place.”
“Aye, aye,
Captain!” He gave me the funny open-palmed salute the
British military use, and stamped his foot on the pavement.
Well, that set me laughing.
Following Jolly Jim’s advice,
we made no effort to keep up with the group, which suited me fine, for then I
could poke around and look at things as I wanted. I tried to explain as much as I could to
Graham, probably telling him more than he wanted to know. But he was kind enough to act interested, and
occasionally he read to me from the printed guide.
After an hour or so, I was
beginning to tire. We couldn’t sit on
any of the furniture in the mansion, of course, but G. remembered he’d seen
benches on the grounds, so we went outdoors.
According to the pamphlet we’d been given, there were extensive grounds,
including one of the major tropical gardens in
“Graham, I feel terrible that
I’m keeping you from being with the others.
You could probably be learning all kinds of interesting things if you
went with them. Why don’t you go see
where they are? I can rest here and then
wander around the gardens when I feel up to it.”
“You make a good guide,
Willie. I’d rather be here with you than
tagging along with all the old ones.
Besides, you might get into trouble if I left you here. You might wander off and miss the bus. And then where would I be?”
I laughed. “You’d have the room to yourself, for one
thing.”
“How can you think I’d want
the room to myself after last night?”
“You seemed awfully quiet
this morning. I thought maybe you were
having second thoughts.”
He took my hand without even
looking around to see who was watching. “Not me, mate. You’re
the one who was quiet. I thought maybe
you were sorry we’d done what we did.”
“I admit I was thinking a lot
about last night, but as long as you don’t feel I’ve pressured you or that
we’ve gone too fast, I’m happy, I think.”
“You think! You think?
You’d bloody well better be happy!
I don’t sleep around with just any bloke, you know!
I couldn’t help
laughing. His twinkly
smile assured me that he was mostly teasing, but he was also reassuring me that
what we did the previous night had been okay with him.
I heaved a big sigh.
“You okay?”
“Oh, yeah. I’m
fine.” I grabbed the crutches. “Let’s go explore the tropical gardens.”
And explore them we did. They were extensive and beautiful, unlike
anything either of us had seen before. We
stopped often to examine a particular plant.
I don’t think Graham was much into botany. Neither was I, for that matter. But we could enjoy the unusual leaves and
growth patterns and the brilliant blossoms of the plants we encountered.
I confess I was tired by the
time we met the group back at the bus.
Jim considerately asked the others to let us get on the bus first. I heard some muttering. Turning my head I saw, not surprisingly, that
it was Marv who was unhappy. ‘So,’ I thought, ‘let him grumble.’
I had a hard time getting on
the bus, though. I handed the crutches
to Graham and grabbed the railings on either side of the steps up to the level
of the seats. But hopping on one foot
was awkward, and I didn’t have enough strength in my arms to pull myself
up. I was embarrassed that I looked so
much like a weakling in front of our whole group. Then I felt a hand on my butt.
“Try it again, Mate.” He simply boosted me up, though I thought a
finger pressed into my crack a little more than was necessary. Some of those standing closest giggled, and I
blushed. But it worked, and soon we were
on our way.
As we pulled under the porte cochere of our hotel, Jim
got on the loudspeaker and said, “Ladies and gentlemen, as announced in the
tour schedule, you are on your own for the rest of the day. There are many excellent restaurants and
shops in the area. Or, the more
adventurous of you may wish to explore greater
There were some good-natured groans
at the word “kids,” but as we got off the bus I heard some grumbling from
people who didn’t think they should have to pay for their own lunches.
After we’d gone to our room, whizzed,
and washed our hands, I flopped down on the edge of the bed.
“Okay, sir Knight, what do
you want to do about lunch?”
“No room service. It’s too dear.”
“I don’t want to have room
service either. Do you wanna go down to the restaurant?”
“I’m gettin’
tired of fancy food, Willie. Have you
seen a McDonalds around?”
“No, but I just thought of
something.”
“What?”
“Come with me.”
“Where are we goin’?”
“Don’t ask so many
questions. Just come with me.”
“Yeah, and I’ll probably have
to carry you back.”
“Oh, my
hero!” I said, batting my lashes
at him.
He swatted me on the ass as I
grabbed the crutches and made for the door.
On one of our earlier
excursions, I’d spotted a fish house that would, I was sure, have fish and
chips on the menu.
I was right, too.
I had wonderful crab cakes,
cole slaw, and crusty rolls. Graham was
in his element with fish and chips.
Pointing at a bottle next to
the catsup, he said, “Look, they even have vinegar, just like at home.”
“Yeah,” I said, smirking at
him, “all you need is for your fries to be wrapped in newspaper.”
He stuck his tongue out at me
and took a crunchy bite of his haddock or whatever it was.
A little later, as I was
finishing my iced tea and he was finishing his second cup of Lipton’s, I asked
what he wanted to do that afternoon.
“Let’s lie by the pool, swim
a bit. I’d like to go home a bronzed
god, so let’s work on our tans.”
I chuckled. “And he’s modest, too.”
“Yeah, you’re just jealous,”
he said, looking at me over his teacup, which he’d just taken a drink from.
“Actually, you do have a certain
Apollo-esque quality about you. And with a tan, oh be still my heart!”
He blushed, and I felt
movement in my briefs.
Later that afternoon we had
swum a while and, having smeared each other with sun block, were lying on
loungers near the pool.
“Will?”
“Yeah, G?”
“Are you, um I mean, do you
feel all right about what we did last night?”
I looked around to see if
anyone was near enough to hear us. The
closest people were a pair of newlyweds on the other side of the pool. The breeze was cool, and none of the old folk
on our tour would brave it. But we were
in the sun and sheltered from the wind, so it was pleasantly warm. I felt I might go to sleep if I let myself.
“I loved what we did last
night. I just hope you don’t think I was
pushing things.”
“Pushing things? Pushing your dick against me belly, you
were.”
I chuckled. “No, I meant I hoped you didn’t think I was
taking advantage of you or anything like that.”
“I’m the one that wanted to
sleep in your bed, remember.”
“True. And you’re not sorry?”
“No, I want to do it
again. Is that all right?”
“Oh, yeah.”
We were quiet for a while,
listening to the lap of the water in the pool and the sound of motorboats on
the Inland Waterway. The couple across the way were motionless, staring into each
other’s eyes. I’m sure they didn’t even
know we were there. The guy had a major
stiffie tenting his shorts, but his bikini-clad wife didn’t seem to notice.
“Will?”
“Yeah, G?”
“We’re supposed to have rooms
of our own when we get to
“Uh huh.”
“Could we tell Jolly Jim we’ll
only need one?”
Hallelujah! I’d been thinking about how much I’d miss
Graham when we weren’t sharing a room.
Although I’d had all sorts of doubts earlier in the day about our sex
play the night before, I really didn’t want to spend the rest of my nights in
“Well, I don’t know whether
I’m up to being attacked by a horny teen every night for the rest of the trip.”
He looked as if I’d smacked
him.
“Oh, well, then, well, I’m
sorry, Will. I thought we . . . “
I jumped up and was sitting
on the edge of his lounge chair in an instant.
I didn’t even think about my ankle.
He’d been lying on his
stomach with his head turned toward me.
I put a hand on his butt and leaned down to whisper in his ear.
“Baby, I was joshing
you. I don’t want to spend my nights
alone. So why should we have two
rooms? Let’s go find Jim.”
He rolled over onto his
back. Since I hadn’t moved my hand, it
wound up resting on his bulge. He
glanced at the couple across the way and then grinned. I felt his cock begin to grow.
“Well, mate, you know we
can’t parade through the lobby in our swim shorts. And, uh, I’m a little embarrassed to ask
him.”
“Okay, I’ll talk to the
concierge and ask him to give Jim the message.
Since I’m the one who made all the noise about not wanting to share a
room, it’s only right that I should be the one to tell them about our change of
plans. Besides, I’m sure the tour
company will be delighted.”
Just then two young guys came
out of the hotel and dived into the pool.
I just saw a couple of flashes of skin and brightly-colored board
shorts. They horsed around a while,
dunking each other and that sort of thing, and then they got out and walked
over toward us. That gave me a chance to
check them out, and I noticed that Graham was doing the same thing.
They both looked to be in
their mid-twenties, one a redhead about 5’9”, the other with black hair and
standing close to six feet. Both were
nicely built, as if they worked out but weren’t real gym rats.
“Hi, guys,” the redhead said
as he came up to us. “I’m Casey and this
is Mark.” Graham and I both stood to
shake hands with them.
“Hi,” he said, “I’m Graham
and this is Will.”
“We’re on our honeymoon. You look as if you could be, too. We saw your hand (nodding at me) on your
(nodding at Graham) dick.”
I tensed up wondering what my
friend would say. He grinned and said,
“No, we’re just mates.”
We invited them to sit with
us at one of the umbrella tables on the poolside patio. They told us they lived in
We immediately began asking
and answering questions, getting to know one another. Casey was gregarious and, with his sparkling
green eyes, adorable. Mark had deep blue
eyes. His black hair hung down over his
forehead almost to his eyebrows, and there was something incredibly sexy about
him. He was the quieter of the two. Like me.
But he followed the conversation, which was mostly between Casey and
Graham, closely, and occasionally he flashed a nice smile.
After we’d talked for a
while, Casey said, “I’d love a beer. How
about you guys?”
“The bar isn’t open yet,” I
said, “and we couldn’t go in there dressed like this anyway, but we’ve got beer
in the fridge in our room. Hang on. I’ll run up and get some.”
“No, Will. I can get there a lot quicker than you
can.” G. jumped up and hurried into the
hotel. All three of us watched his buns
twisting under his shorts.
“He’s cute, Will. You’re lucky.
Now, tell us how you hurt your ankle.”
I told them about my clumsiness getting off the elevator. Then I went on to explain about the mix-up
over the rooms so that Graham and I had wound up sharing.
“So,” Mark asked, looking at
me intently with those blue eyes, “are you and Graham a couple? You seem pretty much together.”
“Like I said, we’ve only known
each other a week.”
“That doesn’t answer Mark’s
question,” Casey said, grinning at me.
I’d thought a lot about that
very question recently.
“Graham and I have become
good friends, though we didn’t start off that way. But it would be foolish for us to think of
ourselves as a couple. First of all,
he’s going back to
“I think I know how he feels
about you,” Casey said, grinning at me.
Mark nodded.
“What do you mean?”
“Oh, the way he looks at you,
it’s plain as day he likes you.”
“I know he likes me, Casey.”
“No, Will, Casey means Graham likes you,”
Mark said, his blue eyes looking intently into mine.”
I sighed. “Well, if you’re right, that just complicates
things, doesn’t it?”
Casey sniggered. “Where there’s a Will there’s a way, pun
intended.”
“A way to
what?” Graham had arrived back with four cans of
beer.
“Oh, to do whatever you really
want to,” Casey said, winking at me.
We sat and talked for quite a
while. Then Graham said if we weren’t
going to get out of the sun we’d better put on more sun block. He offered our bottle to the new guys, but
they politely refused, saying they’d smeared up just before coming
outside.
They looked on with great
interest as Graham and I did each other’s backs.
“Markie,
that looks like fun. Maybe I do need
some sun block.”
“Yeah, you horndog, but you don’t want it on your back, do you?”
Casey grinned. “Busted.”
After more talk, during which
we learned that Mark had recently graduated from law school and was working as
the newbie with a big law firm and that Casey was, as he put it, “last chair
cello” for the Cincinnati Symphony, we all jumped back into the pool, where we
played what was supposed to be water tag and turned out to be mostly grab-ass,
with a lot of laughing and wrestling around.
My ankle didn’t interfere with my swimming, and I had more fun than I’d
had in years. Except
for some fun in bed, of course.
It was good for me to be with these guys. They were all younger than me, full of energy
– and testosterone.
I also thought it was good
for Graham to see this couple. Except
for Casey’s tendency to use an occasional term of endearment when he was
talking to Mark, you’d never have known they were gay. Well, except when they had their hand on your
dick underwater. They were bright,
articulate, funny, and hot. Certainly
neither one had limp wrists or a lisp.
We all decided to have dinner
together. Graham said, “I want some red
meat and loads of it. Would you guys
mind if we found someplace that specialized in steaks?”
“’Guys’! You said
‘guys,’” I crowed. “We’re going to teach
you how to speak American yet.!”
He laughed. I always loved it when he laughed because he
seemed to radiate happiness. “You’re
bloody well corrupting me, you are.”
Surprisingly, no one
commented on his red meat craving.
The honeymooners agreed that
they could manage a steak. We parted to
get cleaned up, being sure to put our empty cans in a trash receptacle. In the room, I called the concierge and asked
about nearby steak houses. He said there
was a good one about three blocks north of the hotel.
We had a great time with Mark
and Casey at the restaurant. We all got
a good laugh when they carded Casey but not Graham. I think it puffed up my buddy a good bit.
Casey merely laughed as he produced his driver’s license and said it happened
to him all the time.
During dinner we mentioned
the shop that sold the sexy postcards and the genital pasta. Our new friends decided immediately they had to
go there. Since that place was several blocks the other direction from the hotel, I had to beg
off.
We all walked together back
to the hotel.
“Look, G.,” I said, “why
don’t you go along and show them where it is?
I don’t want to hold you back, but you don’t need to stay in the room
and baby-sit me, either.”
“I did see a tee shirt there
I’d like to have. If you’re sure its awright, Will, I’ll go along with Mark and Casey.”
I didn’t expect I’d see our
new friends again, since we were leaving for
My ankle was hurting a bit,
so when I got to the room I flopped down on the sofa and put my foot up on the
coffee table. I grabbed the remote and
began to channel surf.
I couldn’t find anything that
held my attention, and besides my brain was teeming. I kept thinking about Mark and Casey and how
much in love they seemed to be. I envied
them. And then I wondered what would
happen when Graham and I went to bed.
Did I want to go to the next step sexually? If so, would that mean I wanted Graham and me
to become closer? Or would I just be
using him for sex, knowing we’d have to part soon.
What if we did want a serious
relationship? He was going home to try
to find a job, I presumed. He certainly
couldn’t afford to fly to
However, the thought of his
going back home bothered me. Graham
hadn’t just been good company for me on the trip. I realized I cared about him. But that wouldn’t do. There was no way we could ever have a
relationship.
I continued to flip
channels. I watched a standup comic on
Comedy Central for a while, and then got interested in an episode of “Law and
Order.” When it was over I realized that
it was
All he’d said was that he’d
show Mark and Casey the shop and that he wanted to buy a
I was getting nervous. My palms were sweating and my heart was
pounding.
I took a long, hot shower,
which, even though I was standing with all my weight on one foot most of the
time, helped relax me. I dried my hair with
the dryer hanging on the wall in the bathroom, turned off the lights, and
climbed into bed, where I lay on my side facing the center. I grabbed Graham’s pillow and pulled it
toward me. It had his scent. I burrowed my nose into it and lay there,
worried that something had happened to him, angry that he hadn’t called me if he’d
had a change in plans.
It was a little after
TBC