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Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 12

by RobertFoley


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. And then there was Matt, the athletic Burne brother. It had been interesting to see how they were seemingly so different from each other, but had great rapport between them. The sisters-in-law had also been great. I sat next to Mackenzie and she had been very interested in our life in the US, asking me lots of questions.

Jim had asked how Matt’s condition had been. “Has it gotten better? Because I remember you passing out the entire time when you last visited.” “Alex is so good with it, too”, Shannan piped up. “Alex does help a lot, I have to say”, Matt looked at me. I blushed. “But yeah, it really depends on the situation. Knocks on the head are still the worst. And flying here was… well…” “Sounds like you got lots of sleep on the plane!”, Tom said, laughing loudly at his own joke.

Once the family left and Matt and I had gone to bed, we were tired and slightly drunk, so we fell asleep quite quickly. Today, Matt and I were going to drive up to Nanango and see his father. We were going to be there for a few days. Shannan was sad to see us go so quickly but knew she would be welcoming us back soon. She gave us a smaller bag to put some clothes and toiletries into so we could leave most of our luggage behind in her guest room. Matt and I hugged his mother goodbye. “See you in a few days!”

We were going to drive more inland and I was excited what that would look like. I was expecting a desert landscape. I let Matt drive again as we went back onto the highway.

I must have dozed off because I suddenly awoke when Matt was taking a highway exit. “Where are we?”, I asked. “I think it’s called Caboolture here”, he said, clearly looking at the GPS screen. There were trees all around us, and it looked like the road was paved straight through the woods. The sun shone straight into our faces. Matt was wearing sunglasses so he could see. It was a warm 31 degrees Celsius, which I converted to 86 degrees Fahrenheit on my phone. Every now and again, I saw a small town by one of the exits, but Matt continued driving on this small road. I felt like we were driving further and further away from civilization. And I was sort of loving it. “The road is getting more and more quiet”, I said. “It’ll get more crowded soon as we pass through Wamuran”, Matt answered. And he was right. We passed through a small town, which had not much more than a BP. But soon we were back among the trees. This pattern repeated itself when we also passed through D’Aguilar and then Woodford.

The nature continued to be surprisingly green. “I thought all of this was going to be desert”, I admitted. “There actually is no desert in Eastern Australia”, Matt said. “The nearest one is much further inland.” “Oh.” “Are you disappointed?” “Not at all! I just pictured it differently. I did have this fear your Dad would have a pet iguana that would sleep in the bed or something.” Matt laughed. When we drove into Kilcoy, it had a parking lot with public bathrooms. There were some benches and a so-called Snack Shack to get some food and drinks. Kilcoy clearly knew most people were going to be driving through. “It’s still going to be quite a long drive”, Matt said. “Yeah, let’s pull over for a while.”

When we went into the men’s room, and I pulled out my cock I suddenly remembered this must have been the longest Matt and I had gone without sex. We used the urinals shoulder to shoulder, and Matt couldn’t resist looking. Because there was no-one else, Matt quickly reached over, giving me a few tugs. I was immediately hard as a rock and from what I could tell, so was he. We tried to control our urges and pushed our boners into our shorts. We had some sandwiches from the Snack Shack on the picknick tables that were conveniently located near the parking lot.

After about a 20-minute pit stop, we got back in the car. Matt continued driving, and suddenly I noticed that his orange shorts had a stain on the front. “Babe?”, I started. “Yeah?” “Are you hard right now?” “As a rock. And have been since my shower yesterday.” I smiled. “Are you OK?”, I asked. “I just need to focus on the drive or I’ll go crazy”, he said. He didn’t even look my way as he continued to drive. There had been no opportunity for us to have sex this entire time. Matt’s libido was even higher than mine, so I knew he must have been incredibly horny this morning. Even though he was telling me not to, I couldn’t resist and I reached over to touch his bulge. I knew we were both going commando. I grabbed his cock. I heard Matt moaning. “I… can’t”, he said.

He spotted a small road to the right and drove onto it. It wasn’t even paved. The road seemed desolate, it was just open fields and trees. Matt stopped the car. “I think we’ll be safe here”, he said, as he undid his seatbelt and started kissing me. “I’m so horny”, he then whispered. He went into my shorts and bent forward to start sucking my cock. It felt so good, I was pretty much ready to cum right then. So it didn’t take long for me to take his head in my hands to kiss him, so I wouldn’t orgasm from his blowjob. After that kiss, I asked him, “So do you want me to fuck you?” With his beautifully big brown eyes, he looked at me in all seriousness and quickly nodded ‘yes’. Now I undid my seatbelt and took off his tanktop. His beautifully smooth muscular body was still too good to be true, as I kissed his chest and sucked on his nipples. My hands made their way from his shoulders to his enormous arms. I kissed his cock through his shorts. “These are going to have to come off”, I said. Matt immediately obeyed and slipped off the shorts, his erect, 5’’ cock slapping against his stomach and pointing up as he bent forward in the car seat. We tried to figure out a way to do this inside of the car, but soon enough we realized we had to open the car door.

Matt put his upper body on the seat while standing outside, as I went around and rimmed him. “I’m going to cum!”, he said within a few seconds. And he did, he covered the side of the car seat with his cum, as he then collapsed onto his knees in the dirt. I held him up as he just sat on his knees for a while. My rock hard cock was right at his face level. I poked him in the face with my cock and then decided putting it in his mouth, which was hanging open. That seemed to wake him up really fast as he then continued to suck it. “No, I want it in my arse”, he then decided. He got up again and took the same position as before. Only this time he wanted me to fuck him. So I did. But I also didn’t last very long. I came in his hole and my entire body shuddered. Matt turned around and kissed me. He still had a rock hard cock. “Are you going to be OK driving?”, I asked. “Your cum in my hole will keep me satisfied for a while”, he said. I laughed.

We continued to drive and I now saw the lovely green hills. I was enjoying the drive more. The road even took us up in the mountains for a little while. We had been driving for almost two hours and I was ready for it to end. “Still a little while”, Matt said. We passed through a town called Blackbutt, which I thought was funny, and then Yarraman. “We’re nearly in Nanango”, Matt said.

Nanango was the town Matt had grown up in. He had promised to show me around the area for a little bit, before we drove to where his father now lived. Matt said that originally Nanango belonged to the Wakka Wakka people until Europeans showed up in the 19th century. “There’s now slightly under 4,000 people living in the town, it has grown a lot since I lived here”, he said. It was nice to see his face light up when we crossed two more hills and saw Nanango in the distance.

Once we entered the village, Matt turned left on Brown Street and then a right on Cairns Street. He pointed to one of the houses on the right. “This is where I grew up, that house there.” It was a one-storey house. “Your parents, two brothers, and you?” “Yep.” “Wow.” “Yeah, I was used to sharing my bedroom. Bunkbeds, even. We didn’t have much, but I don’t remember us being particularly poor. Like, there was always food, there were holidays to the beach. I mainly remember having lots of room to play in the fields with my brothers and my friends.” “That does sound pretty good”, I said.

At one point, Matt took a right on what looked like one of the bigger streets of the village. It was called Drayton Street. There were shops, restaurants, even some small hotels. Further on, Matt parked across a school. “This is where I first kissed a boy and a girl.” “Awww!” “It’s a primary school. I was like, 8 years old.” “Oh wow! So you knew quite early on, then?” “I didn’t exactly know. I just did what I liked. I noticed people reacted differently when I spoke about Caleb and when I spoke about Keira. I subconsciously pushed some feelings away, until I was like, 19.” “That’s kinda sad. But relatable.” We smiled at each other and gave each other a quick kiss. “I just had to show you this”, Matt concluded as he prepared to turn and drive back to where we came from and immediately turned right onto Gold Street. “We’re practically here!”, he then said. And suddenly I got nervous again. Nervous to meet the father.

As we drove through Gold Street, I saw a park to my left. At the T-junction, Matt took a right. It was quite a green street. There were lots of trees and lots of space between the houses. Some of these houses looked, as Matt had mentioned, quite old. The road swerved to the left and so did we. It went slightly uphill, but before we got to the top, Matt took a left onto a driveway. “Here we are!”, he said. Matt put his hand on my thigh. I took his hand and squeezed it. “He’s not the easiest person in the world. But you mean the most to me. More than anything he could think. So please just be yourself”, Matt said. I sighed. “I’ll try.”

From the outside the house looked like a small bungalow. Matt parked on the concrete patio in front. There was another car parked under a small roofed space right next to the house. As we got out of the car, the front door swung open to find a 5’8’’ (173cm), skinny-looking man with grey hair coming towards us. “Matty, you made it!” “Hey, Dad!”, Matt replied as they walked up to each other and gave each other a big hug. Matt wasn’t in any way unstable or wobbly like he was with his mother. I took our bag from the backseat and went up to the two of them. “Dad, meet my boyfriend Alex. Alex, this is my Dad, Clive.” “So nice to meet you finally”, I said. “Welcome to Australia!”, he replied. I smiled. “Thank you!”

Clive invited us inside. There was no hallway, we immediately walked into a living room, which just fit a sofa and a TV. There was also a small kitchen and dining area. The house did have three bedrooms. One of which was going to be our room for the next two nights. It was about the same size as what we got in Shannan’s apartment, except we didn’t have our own bathroom this time, nor was there direct access to a balcony, which obviously wasn’t there. The window did look out on a covered patio and quite a large garden.

“You boys get settled in, yeah? Want me to get you some beers and nibbles?” “Sounds good Dad, after a shower though!”, Matt said as he winked at me. He probably thought it was inappropriate that he was holding my cum in his hole as we visited his father. “I’ll get you a towel, yeah?” “Great!” I walked back into the living room and found the sliding doors to the patio behind the dining table. It was such a nice day. I wandered into the garden which was so green. The sun beamed down on me, making me feel warm and slightly sweaty. If this was spring, what would summer be like?

“Hey, I got you a beer, yeah?”, I then heard from right behind me. “Oh hey! Thanks!” I took the blue can of Foster’s from his hand. “So, yeah? You do drink beer?” “Sure!” “OK. Good. Can’t say I have much else to offer you, mate!”, he laughed. I nervously giggled with him as I took a sip from the can. Now that I had a chance to look at Clive, I could see the resemblance in their facial features. Though their physiques were worlds apart. “So when did you lot land?” “Yesterday morning. It was quite a long trip actually, so it was good that we got some rest before the drive up here.” “It’s not too bad though is it? And it’s a nice drive, yeah?” “Yeah it wasn’t too bad!”, I smiled. We stood next to each other in the middle of the garden and I could feel an awkward silence coming on. “I really like your garden. Is it a lot of work to maintain?” “Yeah it takes some time and effort. But I just pop open a beer and have at it every other weekend or so!” Clive’s accent and way of speaking came across to me like every sentence ended with a question mark, even when they clearly weren’t intended to sound like that. “Is this your first Australian beer then?” “We had some last night actually. Really good.” Silence returned. “I’ll get you boys something to nibble on then, yeah?” “That sounds great!” Clive went back into the house. This was going to be rough.

Matt came walking onto the patio wearing just his blue shorts and some flip flops. His smooth, ripped physique was eye-catching as always. The shorts hung low on his hips, showing off his defined V-lines. “So, I feel better”, he said. “You look better”, I said, as we smiled at each other. Just then Clive came walking out with a bowl of potato chips. “There’s my boy!”, he said, slapping Matt on the back. “Sit down, have a beer, yeah? It’s nice and cold.” Matt obeyed. “So? Tell me what’s up? How are ya, Matty?” I noticed Matt told a much more extensive version of what had happened in the last year than he had told his Mom the day before. It was clear Clive and Matt weren’t in touch as often. “And this is your fella then?” Clive pointed at me. “Yeah, that’s me!” I told Clive about what I do for a living and how Matt and I met. Once I finished talking, he turned to Matt and said, “So this bisexual thing isn’t a gag, yeah?” I felt like the mood had suddenly changed. Matt, however, laughed. “I brought home a boy before, Dad, remember?” “That lad from your team? I thought that was just a phase, mate!” “I told you then, and I’m telling you now, I love this man.” “Well, all right.” Matt turned to me and gave me a kiss on the mouth. “Yeah yeah, you made your point.” And that was the last we spoke about it that day.

Clive and Matt took me for a walk around Nanango. We walked back to the primary school and took a right onto Drayton Street, which was clearly the main street of the town. They both shared stories from when Matt was growing up here, and it was sort of cool to hear. It didn’t seem like much had changed in Nanango over the last few decades, which came with a certain charm. The three of us ate at Nanango Seafood Takeaway, where they made me have fish and chips. Which was actually really good. We ate it at the bench out front. Comparing it to the lavish dinner Shannan had prepared, it was quite the contrast.

I asked if there was a nice bar we could have some drinks at. Clive and Matt laughed. We picked up some beers from a liquor store called Cellarbrations on Fitzroy Street and we walked back to the house while drinking. It didn’t take long for Matt to no longer walk in a straight line. His father seemed much steadier but instead started slurring his words.

Once we made it back, I was exhausted and I could tell Matt was too. We went to bed. Seeing Matt undress completely and hop into bed with me made me incredibly horny. My hand slid across his smooth thigh and ass. “Hey babe”, Matt whispered. I kissed him. “I don’t think I’m very comfortable doing this when the room shares a wall with my Dad’s”, he admitted, still whispering. I understood. Matt hugged me tight. “You were great today. I love you”, he said. “I love you too”, I said. He kissed me again on my cheek. I laid on my back, my erection raising up the duvet into a tent. Matt cuddled me and slowly drifted off. It wasn’t much later that incredibly loud snoring could be heard from the other side of the wall. Our love- making would not have been heard, clearly. It took me a while to get to sleep.

To be continued….


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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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