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Steve, my Christmas Accident, Part 1

by RobertFoley


“Lorraine, I’m heading out!” I had to yell over a country version of ‘Santa Claus Is Coming To Town’ for her to hear me. It was December 23 and I was more than ready to get out of work, swing by Safeway and get settled for the holidays. “Greg, honey, you be careful with that blizzard out there!” The entire town had been buzzing over the blizzard that was supposed to hit today, the worst in years. I had become a bit skeptical about the weather reports that seemed more concerned about getting people worried enough to watch the forecasts. Needless to say, much of what was predicted did not turn out so bad. Yet it was enough for my plans for tonight to get cancelled. My friends had gotten scared and would rather stay inside. “I will, you too! Merry Christmas!” “Merry Christmas!” I stepped out of South Central Hardware Store, where I had been working since I was 18, now for nearly half of my life. Lorraine had been lovely to work for, but I felt like it was time for something new, something bigger. It was time to leave Valdez, Alaska.

I stood under the overhang in front of the entrance. It snowed, but nothing majorly upsetting. As I looked around, I could still see the beautiful snowy mountain tops that surrounded the city. As lovely as it looked, Valdez tended to be quite a depressing place for a gay man. At 35 years of age, I was yet to have a relationship. Summer was the only time to meet other men, tourists, who then carried on to their gay cruises, never to come back. Those cruises were the only reason I was no longer a virgin. But otherwise it was pretty lonely up here. My husky figure didn’t help my self-esteem either. I was not aware of any other gay people in Valdez, but to be fair I wasn’t out to most people so even if there were, how would I find out? It had never been the most gay-friendly of environments. I sometimes dreamed of moving to Seattle, New York or San Francisco.

I buried the bottom part of my face in my coat as I walked to my car. I wanted nothing more than to drive straight home, but just in case I did get snowed in, I needed to pick up some stuff. Safeway was only a minute away from the hardware store. I quickly went in and stocked up on food for at least a few days. People in the store seemed rushed and a bit panicked. I felt completely calm. I was certain I would be able to visit my Mom on Christmas Day, the only relative I still had here. She worked as a stewardess and lived close to Valdez airport. But just in case, I grabbed some extra things.

When I left Safeway, the weather had gotten worse. It was now difficult to see much further than six feet ahead. The wind felt cold on my face. A grey, older gentleman said “you better wait for a bit till this clears up”. I assured him I would be fine. When I got in the car, the display said it was about 3 degrees (-16 Celsius), which was under average for this time of year, but nothing crazy. Though with the heavy snowfall and wind, I was starting to believe this might actually be a heavier storm. I knew I would have to be careful on the road. Still, no reason for panic.

I turned on the radio and heard warnings about the heavy snowfall. People were advised to get indoors as soon as possible and stay there. From memory I knew to locate the Safeway parking lot exit. I turned left and drove slower than usual as I couldn’t see too far ahead. Normally this was only a six minute drive home, but I knew to take my time. Thankfully I had lived in Valdez all my life, which helped me figure out whereabouts I was. The sign for the Alaska Halibut House was still recognizable. I knew I had to take a right before I would pass the hardware store again. I hoped Lorraine had locked up, left and gotten home safe.

I was pretty sure I was driving down Egan Avenue, because the building on the corner was surely the bank. I passed the old Three Bears building, which had collapsed under heavy snowfall only a few years ago. The building confirmed I was on the right street, which would take me all the way to my area of town. I barely saw any other cars on the road. The few cars I saw were going just as slowly as I was.

I recognized the Valdez Museum and the Bayside Community Church. As I kept going, I was heading outside of the center of town. Now I saw no other cars and couldn’t identify where exactly I was going. I could still make out the yellow line on the road and just followed it straight through. Thankfully, the wind didn’t blow the snow on my windshield, if it had I would not be able to see anything. For the first time, I felt slightly stressed.

There is a point when Egan Avenue turns into Egan Drive, and some lovely houses appear on the right-hand side of the road. Now I could not tell if I had yet reached that point. The yellow line on the road did make a slight right turn, which told me I must already have passed the houses. I hadn’t even started the turn yet and I was blinded. Out of nowhere I looked into headlights that came at me with a speed that was inappropriate for this weather. I felt powerless and just braked.

The driver of the car swayed away from me and I felt safe to continue. I couldn’t believe someone would drive at this speed right now. And then I heard the crash.

I immediately put my blinkers on, got out and tried to find the other car. There was no one else around and going back to the houses would be quite a challenge. I knew some basic CPR, but… For a second I thought the worst. But then I heard someone. “Help!” “I’m here!” I replied. A male voice guided me to the vehicle, which was slammed against a tree on the side of the road. A short man, I estimated him about 5’6’’ leaned back against it. His head was bloody and he seemed disoriented. But my, was he hot. Broad shoulders, short black hair and a scruffy beard. “I need to go to the hospital!” was the first thing he said when he saw me as he tried walking toward me. “We’ll never make it”, I said, but halfway through my sentence he collapsed and fell into the snow.

The hospital was on the other side of town. The man was breathing. I had to make a split decision. I looked if I saw any other cars, but I obviously didn’t see any. I dragged this man across the snow by his arms into my car. I hoisted him face first into the backseat and noticed his jeans had slipped down. He was going commando as I saw the top half of his beautifully curved ass. His butt was slightly hairy and had gotten all wet from the snow. He must be freezing. I closed the door and got back in the car. In the car I tried to shake his shoulder, but he was completely out of it. Still, I decided to take him home, which could not be that far away now.

I could now see up to 3 feet ahead. The road was covered in snow and I could not make out a yellow line. I felt pretty confident there were no other cars on the road, so I took the risk of going slightly faster than before. I realized we were passing Mineral Creek as I recognized the bridge and the sign. This meant I had to turn left soon. It was hard to judge where exactly, but I slowed down and found it. The trees on both sides helped me keep in the middle of this narrower road. At one point the trees on the left side of the road stopped, so I knew I was close to home. I slowed down again to count the driveways. I finally pulled up on the third driveway on the left.

I got out, and was up to my ankles in snow. I quickly shook my passenger, who softly moaned without moving, got him out of the car and again dragged him by the arms into my house. Once he was inside, I ran back for the groceries, locked the car and ran back inside. It seemed like we would be here a while.

I looked down at the man who was lying on the floor in my house. The blood on his forehead and around his left ear was still dripping down, now onto my floor. He was on his back, his arms were over his head, as that is how I dragged him in. This caused his stomach and his gorgeous hiplines to be exposed. His jeans managed to cover up his penis, still. His black stomach and pubic hair was exposed though, and it was wet as it stuck to him. His coat and jeans were soaking wet as well, because of the snow. I knew I had to get him out of his clothes as he had to be freezing. I realized I was still holding four bags of groceries, which I first took to the kitchen.

I slowly sat him up, which caused the man to moan for a bit again. He wasn’t fully out of it, which I thought was at least something. His eyes remained closed though. I carefully took his coat off. He wore a bulky dark blue sweater underneath, which was also a bit damp. Even if it hadn’t been, I felt compelled to also take that off. A built, beefy body was now exposed in front of me. Some gorgeous chest hair decorated his pumped up pecs. When I put his upper body back down, I saw what was unmistakably a six-pack with a slight smattering of black hair went down from his belly button that widened as it went further down. I didn’t wait long to unbutton his jeans. I had to touch his pubes to do so, as they stuck out over his top button. I could feel my own cock springing to life and thickening. As I unbuttoned, an uncircumcised, shriveled up penis appeared. I was still turned on, but I remembered that I better get this guy warmed up fast. The wet jeans stuck to his hairy, massive thighs, so I needed to do some maneuvering to get them off. This resulted in more moans and a pained expression. It didn’t wake him up though.

Eventually I got the jeans off and quickly dragged his fully nude body toward my bed. Thankfully I lived in a bungalow-type house. I tore away the sheets, fluffed up some pillows and set them up against the head of the bed. I put my arms around the man’s chest and clasped my hands in the middle, to lift him from under his arms. I managed to get his naked ass onto the bed. I turned him to keep him sitting up, leaning against the pillows. When that was done I lifted his left leg and laid it on the bed. I was almost done now. But once I grabbed his other leg by the ankle to put it onto the bed as well, he suddenly woke up, gasping, as if from a bad dream.

“Ooh, ouch! My leg!”, he said, in quite a subdued manner. “Fuck! That hurts!” came out less subdued. He leaned forward and reached for his leg with his arms. “I… I’m sorry”, I mumbled. He must have hurt his right leg during the crash. I looked it over and saw a big gash on his outer thigh that I hadn’t noticed before. I saw that a trail of blood had formed from my front door all the way to the bed. And maybe his leg was in a weird angle from his knee down. I wasn’t really sure. It didn’t really seem broken to me, but I had to be cautious in case it was. “Don’t move it”, I said, more sternly than I wanted. He then held himself like he was cold, which he most likely was. “Dude, just get me to a hospital”. This was the first time he looked me in the eyes and I felt butterflies, even in this inappropriate moment. Before I could answer, he looked down on himself and started “Why am I…” Then his body fell back into the pillows and he remained still. His arms laid in his lap, his head rested on his chest. Either the pain in his leg or the knock on the head had caused him to pass out.

From my medical knowledge, which was limited to one course I took after someone had a heart attack in the store, I was thinking this guy in the worst case scenario had both a concussion and a broken leg. I owned a first-aid kit that was still untouched. I carefully wrapped up his leg, which I managed to do without waking the guy up. I then covered him with blankets so he would be warm. I did not look at his crotch or upper body anymore, it’s like I had tuned it out. As much as I wanted to sleep with this guy, I did not want it this way. Instead, I looked for the wound on his head and found two. One on the side of his head, by his left ear, the other one right above his right eye. I saw some small bits of glass, most likely from his windshield, that I removed, before I put plasters on them. When I was done, he was still out cold.

I cleaned up the trail of blood. Then I decided to put my groceries away, finally. I noticed the light in the fridge was out. No electricity. I was glad I bought some canned stuff as well. I then started a fire in the fireplace, which was across from the bed. My house was like one big room, which is how I liked it. I was hoping he was comfortable. I tried to put the thought of a hot naked man in my bed out of my brain, as I felt it was inappropriate. Once I got a good fire running, I spotted a pile of his clothes by the door. I walked towards it and passed a window. It was starting to get dark, but a stream of white came down in front of the window, almost making it seem like daylight. I closed the curtains. I decided to wash his clothes, as they were covered in snow, dirt, and blood. I found a phone, a wallet and some keys to take out before I put the clothes in my machine. I put his stuff on the table, but couldn’t resist looking at them for a little bit.

In his wallet I found his ID. Stephanos Raptis was the name of the man in my bed. That sounded to me like a Greek name, but I had not heard an accent at all so most likely born here. It gave an address in Anchorage. It said he was 28 years old. A quick look at his phone was enough to see it was locked with a code. The background image was from what I could tell the echo of a fetus. Was he about to become a father?

I heard stirring in the bed and quickly put the phone down. I turned around. “Hey, man. Who are you? Why are you keeping me here?” he asked me, softly. His eyes were only half open. “I’m Greg Abbott. You crashed your car against a tree. I think you may have a concussion and possibly broken something in your right leg.” “You don’t understand”, he said, “I’m going to be a Dad. I need to go to the hospital.” “I’m sorry”, I said. I opened the curtain to see that the snow had now piled up to the height of the window. The snow was still coming down like crazy. “Fuck”, he whispered. “Do you have my phone?” “Uhh, yeah”, I pretended I had to think about it as I grabbed his phone off the table and gave it to him. “No signal? How about yours?” I checked mine, but there was no signal there either. I did have a missed call and a message from Mom. I showed him my phone so he could see I didn’t have signal either. “Sorry. I promise to drive you there as soon as it’s safe”, I said. He sighed. “I’m Steve”. He held out his hand to shake mine. “Thanks for taking care of me. My leg hurts like a motherfucker and I feel light-headed, so you could be right.” I was surprised at his language, because that had always been a no-no in my family. Weirdly, now it was a turn-on, with his dark features, he seemed like a bad boy in the best way. “Do you want something to eat, drink…?”, I asked. “Some food would be great. And if you have a painkiller of some sort, that would be great.” He carefully sat up more, exposing his muscly chest. I tried not to look at it too obviously.

I made Steve some soup, which he eagerly ate, sitting up in my bed. The only pain-reliever I could find were sleeping pills I sometimes took. “Bring it on”, he said. I ate my soup sitting on top of the covers next to him and asked him whether he was going to be a father for the first time. “Yup. I’m actually single. My friend John and his wife had trouble conceiving, and it turned out it was John’s swimmers. So he asked me to donate sperm. And I was happy to do it.” “John who lives down the road?” “Maybe? I honestly have no clue where I am”, he admitted and smiled. “Homestead Road”. “Fuck off! You brought me back here?” he laughed. “I love that you know each other. Small town, huh?” “About 4,000 people, I surely don’t know everyone” “I know, I’m sorry. I live in Anchorage myself. I have been staying with John and Olga so I could be there when my son is born. The due date was New Year’s Eve, so they were simply in town preparing for Christmas when I got the text.” I noticed his speech was slowing down and slurring. “Did I crash up the road? I honestly don’t remember much of it”, he looked at me and I saw his eyes blinking a bit more often than usual. I started telling the story of the crash, but I could see his eyes close and his body relax more and more. The sleeping pill was kicking in. Before I knew it, a soft snore escaped his lips. Now it was OK to look at his chest rise and fall rhythmically with each breath. At least for a bit.

I took a shower and put on some clean boxers. I looked at my phone and saw it was about to die. I quickly checked my Mom’s message. Stuck @ airport. Not sure I will make Xmas. Hope you’re safe. I got sad knowing I would not be able to text her back. My router was without electricity, so there was no way of messaging her without signal. I tried, but it would not go through. I put some more wood on the fire, so it would last longer during the night. I would need the covers though, so decided to lay next to Steve. I was not going to try anything, but it did feel nice to have someone sleeping next to me.

To be continued…


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73 Gay Erotic Stories from RobertFoley

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It had been so nice to meet Matt’s brothers and his sisters-in-law. It was a great night. Lots of laughter and good food. It was a surprise how different the Burne brothers were from each other. Jim was a successful business man, more the formal Burne brother. Tom sported a bushy beard and a slightly rounder physique. He wore a shirt with a floral pattern and seemed quite laid-back.

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 13

I woke up, lying on my stomach. My boner was pressing into the mattress. Matt wasn’t in the bed with me and shortly I was confused as to where I was. I remembered just as I heard Matt’s voice. “What do you mean by that?” “All I’m saying, Matty, is that I’m glad he’s not the queeny type, yeah?” “I don’t even know what that means, but…” “It means he’s a regular man, yeah?” “Well what

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 14

I woke up back in Brisbane on Friday morning. Matt and I had gotten back the day before. Shannan had been so excited to see us return and again made us way too much food for dinner. She was so happy to have an evening with just us, it was quite adorable. My eyes gradually opened and I recognised the room. The sliding door to the balcony was partially open, to let in some fresh air

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 15

Dave drove me and Matt around Brisbane, showing me their favorite places. “I contemplated taking you to the Koala Sanctuary Park”, Dave said during lunch at Matt’s favorite restaurant, Guilty Rogue. “Oh my God!”, I said immediately. The thought of petting a koala got me immediately excited. “That’s so typically Australian, we should do that while we’re here, right?”, I added. Matt

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 16

“Ssshhh… we have to be quiet for Mum”, Matt said, as he stumbled through the door. In the taxi ride from The GPO to his mother’s apartment, he had been an unbalanced, mumbling mess. I was quite drunk myself, but I felt like the sober and responsible one compared to my boyfriend. Matt tried to tip toe to the guest room, but bumped into a chair and fell over. “Oh no!”, he said, laughing.

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 2

A honking car woke me up. A small ray of sunlight came into the room through the gap in the curtains. I felt a weight on my chest that I wasn’t used to. Slowly I turned my head to my left and saw that Matt’s head was resting on my chest and his left arm was wrapped around my waist. It had been a long time since I had last woken up with someone in my bed and it was a really good feeling. It

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 3

“Have a nice flight, Mr Burne.” The woman at the airport check-in desk smiled ear to ear when she gave Matt his passport and airplane ticket. “You too, Mr Andrews”. More of a half-hearted smile for me. In the six months that Matt and I had been together, situations like this had occurred regularly. Especially women, but sometimes men flirt with Matt quite often. Knowing he is bisexual, I am

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 4

After a thorough shower, I walked into the room to see Matt slipping into khaki dress pants without underwear. “No jockstrap tonight?” “Nah, this one’s soaking wet and I can’t rush through my underwear like that on vacation! So I’m freeballing tonight.” I knew myself well enough that just the knowledge of Matt going commando during a formal dinner with my parents would drive me crazy with

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 5

When I woke up, Matt was no longer in the bed. When I checked my phone, he had texted me ‘Meet me downstairs for a run?’. I got up and squeezed my morning wood into some red running shorts, put on a black tanktop and my running shoes and walked downstairs. Downstairs I found Matt standing in my parents’ kitchen, wearing his smoking hot black running tights that stopped at the knee and a

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 6

After a quick shower and a change, Matt and I headed to Esteban and Rafaela’s house for the barbecue. As predicted, Dad was in charge of the meat, Mom was running around with salads and other nibbles, and Esteban was making sure everyone had drinks. Rafaela was sitting in the garden, sipping her wine. The garden furniture looked a bit old and rickety, but also had character. Esteban motioned

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 7

I sighed. It was a Thursday afternoon and I was working from home. I had my laptop on the kitchen counter next to an empty coffee cup, as I sat on a stool. I was dressed in a grey T-shirt and plaid pajama pants, which I had put on after I had gotten up this morning, not having showered. I was answering all of these e-mails, but new ones kept coming in. I had taken Friday off to go to San

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 8

Matt and I showered, ate some of the fruit and cheese, as we talked and in the end drifted off for a little nap ourselves. Soon enough we woke up and had to get dressed to meet Dave and Nat in the lobby. Before we left the room, Matt asked me to forgive him if he didn’t give me much attention this weekend. “You’re still my favourite person in the world. Remember that. So if I focus on Dave a

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 9

Because we went to bed early, I awoke pretty early. Matt’s head was still on my chest and I could feel a cold puddle of drool on there as well. I gently pushed him off me and took a shower. I took my time in the bathroom and when I got out, Matt was still sleeping like a baby. It was 7:04 AM and I decided to go downstairs for breakfast. I left a little note on my pillow so he would know where

Miguel, the Pool Boy, Part 1

The scale read 245 lbs (111 kg). I stepped off and walked to the bathroom mirror. I flexed my biceps. I wasn’t looking too bad. I had just finished my workout in the gym of my apartment building and I had felt old surrounded by all of these young guys. I had turned 40 only a few months ago, but it was playing mind tricks on me. My hair was turning grey at the temples as well as in my facial

Miguel, the Pool Boy, Part 2

The next morning I again awoke to the sounds of birds and leaves in the wind. I stretched out in the large bed. I had a rock hard 9’’ morning erection but decided to ignore it. I got up and walked onto the balcony, my cock bouncing up and down in front of me. I felt a breeze over my entire body. I did this every morning and I just didn’t tire of it. I looked out in front of me and it

Miguel, the Pool Boy, Part 3

I woke up to the sound of the shower. I stretched out. I had slept really well. I remembered what had happened the night before and I smiled. I got up and walked to the bathroom, where I saw Miguel in the shower. His body muscular and curvy in all the right places. His back was turned toward me, so I snuck into the shower and put my hands over his eyes. He flinched but shortly after

My Hottest Patients, Part 1: Alvaro

It’s quite difficult to explain how my practice went from a regular physician’s practice to the leading practice on men’s sexual health in Walpole, Massachusetts. I had studied men’s sexual health quite extensively, before and after getting my degree. But it was likely it was word of mouth within the Walpole community on how I handled some of my patients that made my reputation into what it was

My Hottest Patients, Part 2: Ace

“Mr Ace Griffin?” It had been a pretty regular Tuesday at the practice. But when I read out this name, which I hadn’t seen before, and saw a bear of a man stand up, I knew this day could turn for the better. He was about 6’, 45 years old, had short strawberry blond hair, green eyes, a sexy sideways smile, and a beefy build. For now he was dressed in a blue and white plaid shirt and khaki pants.

My Hottest Patients, Part 3: Jonny

It was my last appointment on a Wednesday afternoon and all I wanted was to go home. It had been a long day with lots of annoying patients. But my luck was about to turn. “Mr Jonny Hao?” I looked around the waiting room for anyone who looked remotely Asian. However a Caucasian-looking man nervously stood up. He had brown hair, big brown eyes, some scruffy facial hair and a massive build. He was

My Hottest Patients, Part 4: Deniz

It was early on a Thursday morning when I stepped out of my office into the waiting room. I was ready for the week to end and drive down to Rhode Island to meet up with Jonny. Little did I know what was still to come. “Mr Deniz Yalaz?” Confidently, a large man walked my way. This guy was built like a house. Beefy, like me, but taller. Quite an imposing figure, had it not been for his wide

Neal, the Live Model

***This story was posted previously on my blog*** Usually I loved walking through one of the many parks in Columbus, Ohio during spring. But today, mid-April, spring definitely had not sprung yet. At a chilly 37 degrees (3 Celsius) I walked through Thompson Park and noticed a severe lack of leaves on the trees and even some leftover snow. I had brought my camera to take some pics to

Pete, the Assistant Coach

I came around the bend and I realized I had energy left in the last fifty meters. I only saw Chris in front of me and decided to go for it. I noticed I was getting closer and closer and I just crossed the finish line before he did. “Well done, Toby!” New assistant coach Sowders clapped for me. He had replaced Coach Rivera only a few weeks back and what a replacement he had been. Short brown

Scott, the Former High School Jock, Part 1

***This story was posted previously on my blog*** I was well aware that it was a five hour drive, but every time it bit me in the ass how boring it really was to drive for so long. Visiting my parents upstate for my Mom’s 50th birthday was something I gladly did, yet partly dreaded. Going back to Elizabethtown, New York, was quite the culture shock from my Long Island apartment. Apart

Scott, the Former High School Jock, Part 2

***This story was posted previously on my blog*** Scott dropped me off at home and said he genuinely hoped he would see me again while I was here. This time we did exchange phone numbers. He gave me a hug while we were still seated in the car. It was slightly awkward, but also nice. When I walked into the house, I saw that my sister Louise and her husband Robert had arrived from

Scott, the Former High School Jock, Part 3

***This story was previously posted on my blog*** I woke up and the second I realized what day it was, I smiled. I jumped out of bed and did everything I could to look my best. I tidied the apartment and made sure everything was just right. I walked to Bravo Food Market, which was right next to my apartment building. I bought the things I could remember Scott liked to eat and drink.

Scott, the Former High School Jock, Part 4

***This story was posted previously on my blog*** I woke up. It was clearly morning as the sun made it into the bedroom. I felt Scott’s head on my shoulder and his hand on my chest. He was cuddled up so close to me, like he was scared to lose me. I suddenly remembered it was Monday and looked at my phone. Two minutes before it was time to get up. I carefully turned off my alarm and

Scott, the Former High School Jock, Part 5

***This story was posted previously on my blog*** Scott and I walked through Manhattan. He was absolutely ecstatic with the news that he got a job in an esteemed kitchen in New York. “We have the rest of the day”, I said, “what do you want to do?” “I want to go and get drinks! In a gay bar! I’ve never been to one.” “I love that idea!”, I said as I felt Scott reach for my hand to hold it.

Steve, my Christmas Accident, Part 1

“Lorraine, I’m heading out!” I had to yell over a country version of ‘Santa Claus Is Coming To Town’ for her to hear me. It was December 23 and I was more than ready to get out of work, swing by Safeway and get settled for the holidays. “Greg, honey, you be careful with that blizzard out there!” The entire town had been buzzing over the blizzard that was supposed to hit today, the worst in

Steve, my Christmas Accident, Part 2

I woke up to a loud sound I could not determine. I was wide awake immediately. The first thing I saw was the other side of the bed. It was empty, but someone had definitely slept there. Then I remembered. Steve. “Steve?” “Yeah? Sorry to wake you up, man. I just needed to take a leak.” The fire had died down quite a lot. I felt it was like 2 or 3 in the morning and I could barely see anything.

The Beautiful Stranger, Part 1

I had run out of water a few hours ago. The sun had been beaming on me all day. I had carried this huge backpack with me the entire time. The cap I wore was soaking with sweat. I knew I was close. It had been a great hike from Goiás to Brasília. It had been such an adventure. But now I couldn’t wait to get to the hotel in Brasília with a regular bed, where I could plug in my phone and look at

The Beautiful Stranger, Part 2

I heard myself moan as I woke up. That was a nice nap. I noticed I had taken off my underwear in my sleep. I remember feeling hot when I drifted off. Only now there was a lovely breeze from the ceiling fan. How did that get turned on? I heard noises from within the apartment. Bernardo was back already? Had he seen me sleeping naked in his bed? I put my briefs back on and walked into the

The Rom Com Love Triangle, Part 1

“Good morning Sailesh!”, my elderly neighbor said, waving to me as I walked to my car. “Good morning Mr Woodburn”, I replied. Mr Woodburn had greeted me with a genuine smile every time he saw me. He had lived alone for as long as I lived there, which was now about sixteen years. I feared turning into Mr Woodburn and living out my old age by myself. At the age of 40 I had given up on

The Rom Com Love Triangle, Part 2

We turned right on Rugby Road, onto Alder Woods Drive. I looked in the backseat and saw Duke lying there, looking up at me with his big brown eyes. “How is he?” “He looks sad”, I replied to Kala, who was driving. We drove onto the grounds of Inova Fair Oaks Hospital in Fairfax. Kala and I got out of the car. “You go in”, she said, “I’ll walk around with Duke for a bit”. I walked to the

The Rom Com Love Triangle, Part 3

I knew Diego would be teaching until late, so I suggested taking him out to eat after. He preferred to eat in and said he would bring back some Chinese takeout to his place. “Hey you”, Diego said as he opened the door. He was again in his traditional outfit: a tanktop, shorts and a baseball cap. We kissed. “Did you have a good day?”, I asked. “Yup, it was fine! Come on in”, he

Tiago, my New Neighbor

“Hello! My name is Juliana and we’re going to be your new neighbors!” The five year-old girl gave me a Tupperware box. “Thank you, Juliana. My name is Ian.” “They’re coxinhas, a Brazilian snack. There’s chicken in it and it contains gluten”, the mother said. She was an overweight woman with curly blond hair. She wore a white dress with a pattern that only emphasized her full figure. “It

Todd, the Model with the Big Ass, Part 1

I put the bag of groceries on the counter. I wiped the sweat off my face. It was 101 degrees outside (38 Celsius) and with every intention to go jogging, I ended up walking down to the grocery store instead. But I had been sweating like it had been a workout. I looked around my small apartment and sighed. How had I gotten myself here? Here, in Laredo, Texas, a city so close to Mexico, there

Todd, the Model with the Big Ass, Part 2

It was the evening and Troy, Charlie and I sat outside in the little restaurant in the resort. I had my laptop on the table and I went through the photos I had taken during the day. It had been such a hot day and not just weather-wise. “So first, the one-bedroom apartment”, I said. The first picture was of Junior and Keegan. Junior was pretending to be asleep with the covers only reaching up

Todd, the Model with the Big Ass, Part 3

Troy was working reception as I waited for Todd. The first visitors were going to be arriving in only a few weeks and reservations continued to come in for the rest of the year. As he was answering customers’ e-mails I leaned on the other side of the reception desk. I had never asked Todd where he lived. I had driven to and from Santa Monica last week and it was nearly three hours each way.

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