“That’s my influence.” My powers allowed me to pacify most hosts and eliminate their fears surrounding the loss of control.
“I told him it was my birthday and that he’d been invited to my party. I think he believed me. He told me ‘happy birthday.’” You sat back and chewed on the corner of your thumb.
“What is it?” I asked while stroking your curls.
“He said he wants to see me at Coffee Corner tomorrow.”
“Will you meet with him?”
“Seems only fair, doesn’t it?”
“I suppose,” I said, though I worried it might complicate things significantly.
“He seems like a really nice guy.”
“He’s a gentle soul. That’s partly why I chose him.”
“It was weird, though. I knew right away it wasn’t you. It was like talking to a stranger.”
I rubbed my hands along your outer thighs and up your back. I felt myself being tugged away by Bobby’s consciousness, and I fought it. I’d take every minute I could with you. I’d be greedy with my time. Didn’t I deserve this?
“I want to kiss you again,” you said. Your hand snaked behind my neck as you leaned toward me. I tilted my face to meet your mouth.
I let you take the lead. Your tongue probed my own, tentative at first, then grew more aggressive as you gained confidence. Your fingers dug into my neck, and my hands rested comfortably on the swell of your glutes. Then you sat up and gyrated against my stomach. My own erection prodded your backside, but you didn’t seem to mind it. I felt like a king, laid back on your recliner with my beautiful boy on my lap. Your face was blissful as you rocked back and forth. I guided your hips and ground you against me until your moaning reached a fevered pitch, followed by a sudden gasp of release. The smell of your semen tickled my nostrils and excited my taste buds.
You offered to help me achieve climax, but I sensed it would be wiser to stop there for the night. I wetted a washrag from the bathroom and wiped you clean, then got you a fresh pair of underwear and lounging pants. When you weren’t looking, I pressed the seed-soaked fabric to my nostrils and inhaled deeply, then licked the material with my tongue.
This would be my souvenir of choice.
You were tired from the day’s excitement, so we curled up together in your tiny bed. You hugged me to you and fell asleep almost instantly. Your fat lip tempted me like a crown jewel, so I watched the rise and fall of your chest and counted your breaths until my craving diminished.
Something I hadn’t felt in many, many years crept up on me, and I recalled cradling my sleeping lover in my arms in another time long ago. He’d trusted me and looked up to me. He believed me to be invincible, and I’d thought the same. I’d loved him with all of my being and vowed to protect him to the death. Despite my best efforts, I failed him, and perhaps that was why I’d isolated myself all these years. He’d suffered and so must I.
But something about you made me believe I deserved a second chance.
14
Orlando
Iwoke up to the sounds of Bruno snoring on the top bunk, and you were gone. You must have paged Tyrell because I couldn’t remember anything after falling asleep in your arms. Warmed by the thought, I spent a pleasant Sunday morning making Bruno and me a healthy breakfast of Eggos smeared with peanut butter before heading over to MCB to meet up with Bobby. He’d asked for a coffee date with me last night, and even if he might not remember it, I owed it to him to at least try to follow through.
I ran into Sergei on the sidewalk in front of the building. I couldn’t even talk to him anymore without remembering that he beat off to pictures of me, which meant our conversations were about as awkward as you could imagine. Thanks for that, by the way.
“Putting in some extra practice?” Sergei asked as a greeting. I almost grumbled. I was still sore from Friday’s workout, when he made me do push-ups until my arms cramped and my abs were shredded.
“No, I’m getting coffee with a friend,” I said.
“I heard you had a birthday yesterday.”
“Yep, one more lap around the sun.”
He squinted to appraise me, just like he did in the studio right before laying his hands on my body to “correct my form.”
“You don’t look much older,” he remarked.
“I don’t feel much older.” I hoped he’d take the hint. Even though he was technically younger than you, it didn’t feel like the same thing.
“Well, I won’t keep you.” Sergei looked me up and down one more time and sauntered inside, not even bothering to hold the door for me.
