“that’ll be $150 for two guys.” “fine.” “per hour.” “fine.” moving is such a bitch. you collect stuff. this lamp from your first apartment. this couch from your first lover. this bed from your third lover. these dishes, those cd’s. and it’s all important. when you move, you have to take it all with you. after a while i learned it was better not to bother my friends. (remember, dave. they might ask the same of you someday.) anymore i box it up myself and hire a moving company. the first time i did that i went gay-owned-and-operated. they showed up an hour-and-a-half late (well, it was a saturday morning) and dragged ass all day, bitching about their hangovers. they were attractive enough. gym boys. but, lord, i didn’t want to go through that again. the second time i employed the services of a straight company. they showed up two-and-a-half hours late on a saturday morning, dragged ass all day, moaned about their hangovers, smoked cigarettes constantly, and broke two picture frames. and they looked like dogs. ugly dogs. this time, i hoped i had learned my lesson. i was moving on a tuesday morning. i was going from renting an apartment in a hacienda-like complex to renting a house by myself. my income had taken a little jump recently and i thought i would indulge myself in the joy of living alone. fuck the boyfriends. they could keep their own place and sleep over. i know. you say that and then—the next thing you know—you’re making space in the closet for a few of “their” things. what can i say. that’s the curse of being a romantic. but this time i was going to stand firm. in any case, that tuesday morning i was puttering around, boxing up the last items and watching the clock, wondering how late they were going to be this time. they were scheduled for nine a.m.. they were there at eight-forty-five. when the doorbell rang, i opened it not expecting much in the way of . . . well, not much in the way of anything. of course, the first thing i noticed was that he was cute enough. light reddish-blond beard and mustache. your bear type, i guess. wearing a rockies baseball cap, a white tshirt, and bib overalls. “is this here number 235?” he said, in a country accent you could ice a cake with. i looked at the outside of the door. 235, right there. “i think so.” “and yer mr. dave cortland?” “i think so.” he didn’t blink. he stuck out his hand. “hi there, my name is teddy dupree. from the road warriors. we’re here ta move yah.” “right. come on in.” he ambled in and surveyed the scene. “well, this here don’ look too bad. i reckon we can knock this out in ‘bout two three hours.” “fine,” i said. “anything you want me to do?” “nope,” he answered. “jus’ point us towards the work.” “well, here it is.” “thank ya, suh. now jus’ sit back and let road warriors make yer life a lil’ easier.” jesus, i thought. then the other guy appeared in the doorway. jesus fuckin’ christ, i thought. if his shoulders had been an inch wider on each side, he would have had to walk through the door sideways. he was hispanic of some kind, with big dark eyes and black shaggy hair, and wearing a white tanktop, jeans, and white nikes. and—did i make this point clear? —he was built like a fuckin’ brick shithouse. he had biceps where most people don’t even have imaginations. and his pecs would have caused a small riot in any gay bar in the world. i was cool. i didn’t yawp like a little puppy. teddy turned. “oh, dave, this here’s vince jones. he’s goin’ ta be helpin’ us out here today.” i held out my hand. vince looked at it uncomprehendingly for a second, then quickly shook it, said—i think—“hola”, and walked back out. i turned to teddy, unable to stop myself from asking, “jones?” he chuckled. “our company don’ ask too many questions. if’n he wants ta be called “jones” he’s gonna be called “jones.” with a build like that he can call hisself “donald duck” for all they care. he’s a good worker. but don’ bother talkin’ ta him too much. his english ain’t all that good, ‘though i ‘spect he understan’s more than he lets on.” whatever, i thought. just let me look at him. which i did the best i could over the next two hours. they both worked pretty hard and did a good job of getting my stuff carried out without slacking off. as it turned out, teddy was in pretty good shape himself, because he hardly grunted or caught his breath as he picked up the heaviest boxes and carried them as if they weighed nothing. i caught myself looking at him a little more closely than i thought i would have. that is, when vince wasn’t in the room. you know how it is when someone who is drop dead hot is around. you want to get an eyeful but you don’t want to be caught looking. you have to wait until they are occupied elsewhere before you can get your fill of staring at their body. it wasn’t all that difficult in this case because vince was pretty much ignoring both me and teddy. he would walk in, go over to the next item to be carried out, pick it up, and leave. it was almost like watching a machine. a big silent gorgeous powerful machine that i wanted to oil up and . . . get a grip, dave, i said to myself. but each time he bent over, i froze and watched his round and sturdy ass present itself to me. then as he stood up and shifted his hold on a box, i would see the muscles in his back pop out like balloons. it was harder for me to catch a look at his chest. but every now and then a nipple would peek past the edge of his tanktop. it was all i could do then and there not to walk over and go “please. now. whatever you want. here’s my stereo. take my soloflex. (like you need it.) take this incredibly expensive piece of garish art glass i can’t get rid of because my second lover still comes by sometimes. here’s my platinum visa. whatever you want. please let me chew on your chest.” well, that didn’t happen. but something else did happen. otherwise there would be no story, right? teddy and vince moved everything into their truck and we drove over to my new house and they unloaded the van. that was pretty much more of the same, although now we were all starting to break a sweat. i know how these things are supposed to go. this is the point where i was supposed to say “gee, guys, how about some beers. and, by the way, vince, why don’t you take off your shirt and let me give you a back massage.” pathetic. i didn’t have any beer, anyway. as it turned out, i didn’t need to do any of that. we had finished carrying the last items in. while teddy calculated the bill, vince put down my favorite chair, a black leather recliner (fourth lover). “go ahead, sit down,” i said. he seemed, or pretended, not to understand. i gestured, “go ahead.” with a reluctant expression on his face, he sat on the front edge of the chair. now, i thought, if i can get him to lean back, after he’s gone i can lick his sweat off the leather. yeah, like you wouldn’t. teddy finished adding up the bill and i paid him cash. then he surprised me. “well, i guess we’re all done here. unless,” he added, “there’s somethin’ else we can do for yah?” no. he does not mean what i want him to mean. i’d better play this blank. “no, i guess that’s about it.” “are yah sure?” he wasn’t budging, and he was regarding me a shade more intently now. “we ain’t got ta be back for a whiles.” i noticed his expression. what was going on? was what was going on what i think was going on? probably not. “no, i think i’m o.k..” teddy grinned. “ i ain’t seen yah at the wrangler lately.” busted. “oh,” i paused. “do you go there?” “sometimes,” he drawled. “yah ain’t been in for a whiles tho’.” “i . . . uh . . . well, i’ve been busy.” “my, my. mus’ be nice,” he laughed. was he laughing at me? “i don’t remember ever seeing you there.” i was trying to cut him, but he wasn’t taking the bait. “you’re prob’ly too busy ta pay much attention ta me. i’m not out there like all those other guys yah hang ‘round with. mos’ times i drink my beer and hang back. ‘til i find somebody. or maybe yah don’ see me ‘cause i’m not your type.” what game was this yahoo playing with me. two can play, fucker. “well,” i smiled, “you’re cute enough. i might be interested sometime.” “how ‘bout now,” he quickly shot back. uh-oh. “well, uh,” i stammered, “what about vince?” meaning, how are we going to get rid of him? teddy’s grin became sleepy and seductive. “oh, don’ yah worry ‘bout him. vince can take care of hisself.” and with that he leaned forward and put his tongue down the back of my throat. now i am not a timid man, but i have to admit that all this had thrown me for quite a loop. still. when in doubt, jump. teddy and i got into some deep kissing there at first. i was on his mouth, over his face, and across the base of the neck. he was gasping and grunting pretty quickly. his hands pulled my shirt out of my jeans and then ran up inside where they grabbed my tits. i pushed the straps of his overalls off his shoulders and ran my hands up the back of his tshirt. i could tell already that he was probably better built than i had expected. one of those stocky guys with a lot of muscles all trim and low to the surface. after i pulled his tshirt over his head i could see that i was right. his body was firm and smooth. i worked my tongue over his chest, across the nipples. the taste of his sweat was enticing. i made my way down his hard stomach. at first i had trouble pulling his overalls down because his hardon was sticking out into them. but i managed. his cock popped out. i liked the look of it right away. like most pale guys, the redness of the head stood out. and he had a good thick cock. when i took it into my mouth, i was glad he had been so aggressive. if i had known what he looked like undressed, and what a good dick he had, i would have done him a long time ago. i got into sucking him off. it was great. like i said, he had a nice dick. and he was enthusiastic. i hadn’t forgotten about vince, but i had put him in the back of my mind. you know how busy i was, concentrating on what was in my mouth. but then it became evident that teddy wanted to switch positions. i stood up and he went to work sucking my cock. he was happy. i was happy. that was when i looked over at vince. he was lying back in the black leather chair. he was rubbing his crotch and watching us. but as soon as he saw that i was watching him, he moved his hand away from his box and averted his eyes. he stopped everything he was doing and pretended to look out the window that was nearby. i looked down at teddy. he was still sucking my cock. i watched him for about thirty seconds and then i looked back to vince. he was rubbing his crotch again and watching us again, and when he saw me looking at him he stopped. same game. teddy stood up and kissed me. he whispered in my ear. “don’ look at him.” “what’s he doing?” i asked. “jus’ don’ look at him,” he nuzzled my ear. “yet.” “what?” “take your clothes off.” i know how to do that. we got undressed and got down on the floor in front of vince. teddy and i 69ed. i liked doing that, not so much because my cock was getting sucked, but because i liked to deep throat. especially when the cock was as thick as teddy’s. it filled up my mouth to the sides, and then when i went down it filled the top of my throat. he got off on that. they usually do the first time i take it down. in return he hungrily sucked my cock. i did that to him a few more times then i moved over and licked his balls. the smell of sweat was there too, as well as something more. the smell of a man’s crotch. but it was when i moved even further down and started to tongue his ass that teddy really got going. i think it was his special place. i licked around his asshole. when i got my tongue right up against it and started trying to go in, he let loose with a groan that i thought would scare the neighbors. then i remembered that i didn’t have to worry about the neighbors anymore. so i gave him a few more of those. lifting my head to change position, i inadvertently glanced over at vince. jesus! he had pushed his tanktop up and those fantastic tits were now on display. we are talking massive muscles here. the kind where the development and cut over his stomach (which wasn’t bad either) was enough to take your breath away. well, it took my breath away. his one hand was rubbing over them while the other was tweaking one of his large and brown and erect nipples. and, when he saw me staring, he looked away. but guess what. his hands didn’t move away from his chest—or stop moving—this time. he only glanced away while he kept massaging his muscles and pulling on his nipple. progress. now i began to see what was going on. i went back to teddy’s cock and balls and ass. soon we changed positions again. i turned around and laid on top of him and we kissed, rubbing our cocks up against each other. i could feel the wetness of precum on our stomachs. i put my mouth next to his ear (on the side away from vince) and murmured, “i think i’ve got it.” “yeah?” “yeah.” “do yah wanna see his dick?” teddy softly asked. “fuck, yeah!” “fine. jus’ do what i tell yah.” yeah, man. i will do anything you fuckin’ want if it’s going to result in me seeing that man’s fuckin’ cock. “what do you want me to do?” i said. “o.k.,” he said. “i’m goin’ ta lay here on my back and you’re goin’ ta lift up my legs and eat out my ass. and then you’re goin’ ta fuck me.” i lifted up slightly so that i could look him in the face. “you know,” i said. “i think i would have a fine time doing that anyway.” teddy smiled. “good. me too. jus’ do that and don’ look at him ‘til i tell yah. o.k.?” “o.k..” i got up and teddy rolled back, lifting his legs into the air. the firmness of the rest of his body carried over to his ass. the cheeks were round and muscular. i licked them up one side and down the other, tantalizing him with near passes that never quite made it to the center crack. then i circled closer and closer. i began at the bottom and slowly worked my way up toward the hole. i really couldn’t hold off very long, though, ‘cause i didn’t want to. i put my tongue up there and started to work his asshole with it. he began groaning again. soon both his ass and my face were covered with my saliva. i held him up and dove in, eating his ass out for all i was worth. he was making soft whimpering noises i could barely hear, and mumbling to himself things like “yeah, eat my fuckin’ ass” and “do it, man.” i lifted my head and licked my hand so that i could jerk on my cock. i did that while i ate him out. i was so hard. mostly from what i was doing, but also from knowing that vince was over there, not ten feet away, watching us. i put on a good show. maybe i overdid it a little, but that only made the whole thing hotter. i heard teddy say, “put it in.” fuck, yeah. there was no real need for any more lube, but i licked my hand again to wet up my dick, and then after i got some more built up in my mouth i leaned down and spit against teddy’s asshole. that sent him over into some other zone. this time he didn’t mumble. i’m sure vince heard him go, “oh, fuck! fuck my ass!” i did. i got over top of him, put the head down there, and shoved. it went all the way in, down to the hair, on the first try. well, of course. teddy was no amateur. and neither was i. we knew what to do. he grabbed his hard cock and jerked himself. i stayed on top and fucked his ass. we got going pretty good. i was having a hard time to keep from coming. a really hard time. teddy’s asshole itself wasn’t that tight, but once i was inside he fit snugly all the way down my cock. you know the type. warm and solid. “i think i’m going to come,” i said. he opened his eyes and looked up at me. “not yet,” he gasped. “hol’ off a minute.” i stopped moving. not that that helped much. sometimes not moving is more intense than moving. “wait a secon’,” he said. “and whatever yah do, jus’ keep lookin’ at me.” when he said that, it was all i could do not to turn my head to look at vince. “don’ do it,” teddy warned. “let me look.” “what?” “if’n i do it, he won’ freak.” “why?” teddy paused. “he and i have done this kinda thing before.” then i really wasn’t moving. i fixed teddy with my most intense stare. he had all my attention. “done what kind of thing?” teddy looked steadily at me. “we go some place ta do their movin’ and i get the guy ta fuck me and vince watches.” i almost started laughing. “you fuckin’ whore.” teddy grinned. “yeah, maybe.” i don’t know why (well, i know why, although i would never admit it) but that turned me on. i shoved my cock—suddenly and roughly—up teddy’s ass. he bucked. “shit, man!” he gasped. i got over myself and any pretense of innocence i had been putting out up to that point.. “so, you like to get fucked do you, you fuckin’ whore,” i said. teddy got my drift. a faked hostile scowl appeared on his face. “yeah, you fuckin’ pig,” he growled. “i like ta get my ass fucked. do yah wanna do somethin’ about it?” well, no answer needed there. i got down to business. i pounded his hole as hard as i could. he responded by lifting his ass up to me and jerking his cock more roughly than before. our little break had gotten me away from coming, but i found myself on that level again soon enough. that was when . . . i had closed my eyes and was concentrating on what i was doing when i heard teddy say, “dave.” i looked down. “what.” “look at him,” teddy said. i looked. oh, my brothers. vince had a dick that . . . that . . . i mean . . . it was big. big, big, big, big, big. and thick and dark and everything you or i ever wanted. he had gotten it out of his pants and was jerking himself off. he was lying back and his eyes were closed and he had to use both hands and he had some fuckin’ meat still left over and his balls were hanging out and they were oversize too like two big fuckin’ eggs in their hairy brown bag but oh my god that cock of his was huge. and no i did not have a tape measure on me at the time so you’ll just have to take my fuckin’ word for it. i was amazed. and now i could look as long as i liked because vince kept his eyes closed while he jerked on that fuckin’ dinosaur cock. i couldn’t tear my gaze away. but then i realized that i still had my cock up another guy’s ass. i looked down at teddy. he was staring at vince’s cock too. “fuck!” i sighed. teddy looked at me. i saw an expression on his face that startled me. because i instantly realized that the exact same expression was on mine. we were so connected, right then. we knew that—in one way—we were exactly alike. “he won’ stop now,” teddy said. “but could yah please keep fuckin’ me.” o.k.. so i fucked teddy and teddy jerked his cock and while we were doing those things we were both watching vince. vince kept his eyes closed and jerked on his cock. i watched his cock, thick and long and wet. i watched his fat balls bouncing up and down as he jerked off. i looked up at his chest, and those fantastic tits. and i fucked teddy. it took maybe two more minutes for vince to come. when he did, it shot a foot straight up into the air and then fell down on his stomach. he came four or five times. his body tensed and twitched each time. he didn’t make a sound. after vince’s last load weakly spluttered out, he collapsed back into the black leather. when i saw the cum lying all over his stomach and chest, and his huge wet cock lying back against his belly, it triggered me. it made me ready to come up teddy’s ass. i closed my eyes and fucked away. i came and came up his hot butt. when i was done, i opened my eyes. i saw that teddy had come too. it lay all over his chest. for a second i gasped for breath. when i looked over, it was only to see vince’s back as he was walking out the door. i rolled off teddy. he explained to me as we were lying there that he and vince did this sometimes. it hadn’t happened often, maybe three or four times. (jesus, guy. i would have quit my job and taken yours for those three or four times.) and they never referred to it afterwards. at all. and that was all they did. i saw teddy in the bar two weeks later. “oh, so now you’ll talk ta me,” he laughed. “fuck you,” i said, smiling. “yah did. and it was nice.” “how vince?” “‘how’s vince’? yah see me and yah ask me how vince is? that’s not very flatterin’.” “don’t give me that. you know what i mean. you’d say the same in my shoes.” “maybe i would and maybe i wouldn’. i might be a lil’ more considerate of the person i was talkin’ to.” he was right. so we started talking to each other. we had a few beers and got along fairly well. it’s odd how you can connect with someone who you wouldn’t have noticed before if circumstances hadn’t thrown you together. but, of course, eventually we did get back to vince. “vince is fine,” teddy said, during a pause in the conversation. “did i ask?” “no, but yah was thinkin’ it.” “whatever. any more scenes with the clients?” “no, not lately, but i never give up hopin’.” “see, you are a whore.” “yeah, but a nice one.” “why don’t you talk to him about it. i know i would.” teddy eyed me skeptically. “i thought yah was smarter than that. yah know it’s not that easy. yah can’t jus’ ask some guy who’s ‘sposed ta be straight why he gets off on watchin’ other guys fuck.” “i don’t think vince is straight.” “well, he’s ‘sposed ta be. yah cain’t be sure with those mexican guys. they got that whole macho thing goin’. i don’ know how ta deal with that and i’m not sure i wanna get punched out for sayin’ the wrong thing. vince is a big boy.” “vince is a very big boy.” “that’s not what i mean.” “i know. still . . . you didn’t seem to have much trouble being forward with me.” “well, i thought that was a sure thing.” “excuse me?” “i knew yah was gay.” “you didn’t know i was easy.” “ain’t yah?” he asked with a twinkle in his eye. i was embarrassed. “easy enough, but not all that easy. anyway,” i said, wanting to redirect this line of conversation, “maybe vince is easy after all. you might just have to catch him in the right mood.” teddy pondered the possibility. “i don’ know. maybe some day. if’n i catch him in the right mood.” it might seem strange to you that teddy and i didn’t go back to my place and fuck that night, but then it’s not always like that. we had already done each other—for one thing—and—for me, at least—most of the time it’s easier to have sex with a complete stranger than with someone who i’m getting to know and who might turn into a friend. which is basically what happened. teddy and i would see each other at the bar every couple of weeks or so and we would have a nice friendly chat. vince’s name came up, of course, every time. it got to be a joke between me and teddy. i would ask if he had jumped vince yet and teddy would grin and say “no, not yet.” until. it was about four months after our little adventure. we were standing in the bar. i had picked up right away that teddy was in a state. he had the exuberance of someone who knows a secret and is bursting to tell it. when i asked him about vince, teddy’s smile became as broad as it could be. “vince is fine,” he said. “you dog!” i spluttered. “you did it, didn’t you?” teddy tried to look uncomprehending, but it wasn’t working. at all. “did what?” he said. “you fucked vince.” “no, i did not fuck vince. vince fucked me.” “oh, jesus! you’re kidding!” teddy was enjoying this too much. “nope.” “jesus fuckin’ christ. what happened?” i wanted dirt. teddy, however, wanted to stretch the story out. all the better to torment me, i think. “well, yah know i got ta thinkin’. and i figgered yah was right. i jus’ had ta catch him in the right mood. so we kep’ workin’ together and doin’ all these jobs and we wasn’t findin’ anybody who i wanted to invite to our little party. after a while i could tell that this was gettin’ to vince. he was gettin’ frustrated. i could see him gettin’ hornier and hornier every day. it got so he got ta comin’ up ta the door with me each time ta see who we was movin’, ta see if’n it might be some guy that might be willin’. and we wasn’t gettin’ anybody like that. mostly straight couples. there was some gay guys, but none i wanted ta do. nobody near as cute as you.” “cut the fuckin’ crap,” i said. “get to the good stuff.” he was clearly reveling in my impatience. “jus’ hol’ your horses, boy. it’s comin’. what happened was that i could tell that ol’ vince was ‘bout ready ta bust. he got ta droppin’ boxes and shit and could not keep his mind on the job. it was kinda fun ta see, actually. anyways, what happened was, usually we have two moves a day. sometimes one if’n there’s a lot of crap, but usually two. so there was one day where we did our one in the mornin’ and then when i called in i found out that the one for the afternoon had been cancelled. i didn’ tell vince this. after lunch, he thought we was goin’ on ta the next job. he didn’ know that the place we was drivin’ ta was my apartment.” “you fuckin’ dog!” teddy laughed. “so we get up theres and vince is all lookin’ around for the person we’re ‘sposed ta be movin’. and i go in my bedroom and strip buck naked and then walk back out.” “fuck!” “well, he almos’ split. he got this kinda funny look on his face. so before he had a chance ta think about it i laid down there on my couch and started playin’ with my butt.” “you did what?” i was astounded. “i laid down on the couch and started playin’ with my butt. i was on there longways, layin’ on my back, yah know. so i kinda spread my legs apart and put my hand down there and started playin’ with my asshole. i put my finger on it and started movin’ it ‘round. ‘course i got a hardon ‘bout as fast as yah can say lickety-split. and he didn’ run off. i kep’ at it, puttin’ my finger in my mouth and then puttin’ it down there back in my ass, and pretty soon that good ol’ boy was rubbin’ the front of his jeans.” “i think i’m gonna need another drink.” “wait. anyways, i keep at it. sometimes i have my hand on my dick, yah know, and i’m playin’ with it, but i always have the other hand down there playin’ with my ass. i’m laid back on my couch, yah understan’, so i got one leg up on the top of the couch and the other down on the floor and i’m playin’ with myself and god help me if’n he don’ whip that fuckin’ log of his out and start ta pull on it.” “i am going to need more than one fuckin’ drink.” “so yah know i’m layin’ there lookin’ at that big fuckin’ cock of his and tryin’ ta figure out how i’m gonna get it. i got a pretty good idea that if’n i get up off the couch and go over and try ta suck his cock, he’s gonna freak. so what i do is, i jus’ spread my legs further apart, lift ‘em up a little bit, and close my eyes.” “and . . . and!” “well, i’m doin’ that for a few minutes and then i feel him gettin’ on the couch. now i know i better not open my eyes. i hear him doin’ somethin’ like spittin’ in his hand and rubbin’ his dick. i lift my legs all the way up. the next thing i know is i feel this thing like a pool ball up against my asshole. then i think, oh, fuck, this is gonna hurt. vince prob’ly don’ know shit about how to fuck a guy up the ass, and anyways there ain’t no way he was gonna put that big fuckin’ cock up my ass without it hurtin’ some. but i wanted it up in me so bad i didn’ care how much it hurt. so i jus’ gritted my teeth and held my breath. he got the head in alright. it hurt a lil’ bit, but i was ‘spectin’ that. i thought that woulda been the hardest part. but when he kept pushin’ and pushin’ ta get it all in i thought ‘oh, fuck! he’s gonna rip me wide open’. well, i was right. when he started fuckin’ me, i thought he was goin’ ta fuckin’ tear my ass apart.” “fuck!” “that hunky fuck got up there and fucked my ass like i never been fucked in my life. well, yah know how big he is. i mean his body, too. get that on top of you. he ‘bout broke my fuckin’ back. and then shovin’ that big fuckin’ cock of his up my ass. well, damn!” teddy paused to take a drink of his beer. i could tell he was all excited again from telling me the story. i know that i had a raging hardon trapped in my jeans at this point. “anyways, he fucked me. yah know i never been one ta be shy about takin’ somethin’ up my ass, but damn! like i say, he ‘bout ripped me apart. but the thing is, i don’ think vince ever fucked a guy up the ass before, and he musta been pretty damn horny. he was poundin’ away at it for only ‘bout three four minutes before he came.” “he came up your ass!” “hell, yes! all of a sudden he gets this look on his face and shoves it all the way in me and blows his load. and i’m there under him with my asshole wrapped right ‘round the base of that fuckin’ thing and i jus’ shoot all over my fuckin’ face. goddamn! i’m gettin’ all horny jus’ talkin’ ‘bout it now!” “me too.” teddy gave me a quick glance. “really?” “yeah, man! if we weren’t in this damn bar i’d be jerking on my cock!” teddy stopped and gave me an questioning look. “maybe we should go somewheres and take care of that.” was he serious? “yeah?” i asked. “yeah,” he said. we went back to my place and fucked like bunnies on crack. after we were done, i asked him, “what happened after vince came up your ass?” teddy snuggled up against me. “oh, not much. he jumped off me and zipped hisself up and left. jus’ like that. i laid there on the couch and jerked off again.” “you jerked off again?” “yeah, i was still so fuckin’ turned on. the next day i could barely fuckin’ walk. hell, my ass felt like i had a brick up it for two three days. yah know. the usual.” i lightly slapped his face. “you whore.” “yeah, i get that a lot.” “what about vince? what did he say the next time you saw him?” “nothin’.” “nothing?” “he never came back ta work. he didn’ show up the next day and we never heard from him again.” “no!” “yep. vince did the ol’ bye-bye.” “you drove him out of town. he had to leave in disgrace.” for somebody who i had been very intimate with a few moments ago, teddy looked more than a little disgusted with me. “i didn’ do nothin’ ta him. vince is a big boy. he makes his own choices.” “you’re right,” i said. “i know it wasn’t your fault.” “nothin’s ever my fault,” teddy said sweetly. “now gimme the other pillow. i wanna go ta sleep.” which we did, together in my bed. and, you know, that’s still not the end. yeah, teddy and i started seeing each other. regularly and more than regularly. he kept his own apartment. i insisted. but somehow it was like he was at my place all the time. anyway. he was still working for road warriors and we had been seeing each other for about four months past the last scene. one evening after work he walked in the door. “i got a surprise for yah.” “what? you get a raise?” “no, somethin’ better. actually, i got two surprises for yah.” i sat down. “o.k., what’s the first?” teddy was grinning. “guess who came inta work today wantin’ his ol’ job back?” “oh, my god. vince.” “right-o.” “how did he look?” “ain’t you ever goin’ ta learn any manners, boy? where’s my kiss? where’s my ‘hi, honey, it’s so nice ta see yah. how was your day?’” i leapt up and kissed him. “hi-honey-it’s-so-nice-ta-see-yah-how-was-your-day-how-did-vince-look?” teddy was not put out. he chuckled. “my day was fine, thank yah very much. and vince looks better’n ever.” “vince cannot get any better looking.” teddy knew otherwise. “somethin’s happened ta the boy. i think he found hisself.” “found himself?” “he had a differ’nt haircut. a very gay haircut. and i think he’s been goin’ ta the gym. he was wearin’ one of them goldentown tshirts.” “that’s a gay gym.” “i know that. and his english is better too. he actually came up ta me and we had a halfway decent conversation.” “what did he have to say?” “not much. jus’ chit-chat, yah know. he asked if’n i still had the same apartment.” “he did what?” “he asked if’n i had the same apartment.” “and what did you tell him?” “i said that yeah, i did have the same apartment, but i wasn’ there much. i was spendin’ a lot of time with a new friend of mine.” “and?” “and he didn’ seem very surprised. i tol’ him who yah was. he remembered yah.” “he remembered me?” “yeah. he called yah ‘that hot-looking leather dude’.” “’hot-looking leather dude’?” “give’m a break. the kid is still learnin’.” “and then what?” “and then he asked if’n he might come over sometimes.” “what?” teddy was barely able to contain himself. “he asked if’n he might come over sometimes.” oh, please, god, oh, please. “because?” teddy was trying to play it cool. “oh, i don’ know. i think he wants ta fuck yah.” oh, please, please. “seriously?” teddy let me off the hook. “yeah, seriously. he said he wants ta come over and go ta bed with both of us. he surprised me. he asked if’n i’d mind if he fucked yah. i said that as long as i was there to help yah through it, i didn’ see any problem.” thank you. teddy started laughing. he knew me well enough by now to know that i was beside myself. “it’ll be fine,” he said. “if’n all that’s alright with yah.” “uh, yeah. i’m cool with it.” teddy laughed some more and then kissed me. “well, good. ‘cause he’s goin’ ta be here in ‘bout two hours.” o.k., you know and i know that at that point i completely flipped out. in two hours (or two-and-a-half or three) i was—for certain—going to be getting one of god’s most wonderful (and largest) creations shoved up my ass by a guy who looked like an angel on steroids. life was good. teddy was way too amused by my not-so-barely-contained excitement. he hugged me and kissed me again. “and i got another surprise for yah, too,” he murmured. “oh, no. i can’t take any more surprises today.” “this one’ll be a lil’ easier,” he said. “it’s in the truck. i’ll go get it.” on his way out the door, he turned and said, “oh, by the way. his real name’s vince cupidon.” “cupidon?” “coopadon, cubydon, somethin’ like that. hell, i don’ speak spanish.” waiting for him to return, i tried to regain my composure. i was going to have to take a shower. i was going to have to pick up the apartment. i was going to have to make sure there was beer in the refrigerator. but first i was going to stand there and whoop “alright” at the top of my lungs. teddy was back. “well, when i seen it i thought it was pretty cool, but i didn’ know whether yah would like it that much. i got it at a yardsale on the way home.” he stood there, proudly holding out to me a macramé plant hanger. it was over five feet long, and probably about ten years old. the brown cords were really showing wear. the big blue and orange beads had lost a bit of their paint. and there were little white plastic seagulls on it. but teddy was so proud of it. “neat, ain’t it. i thought we could hang it in the livin’ room.” o.k.. more stuff.
