All by Myself
Mark – sherwoodm94@yahoo.com
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Part 3
The last time I drove into White Plains for groceries, I noticed that the "room rent" sign was back on the lawn in front of Vince's house. If you think it concerned me, you are mistaken. Vince was odd in an odd sort of way, when it came to personality. It takes practice to understand Vince; and by this time, I had plenty of it.
Vince had rented a room to an interesting dude who, from his appearance, looked rather cool. On a jog through the woods, I saw him walking with Vince on the path.
He was probably in his thirties and rather husky. He had black hair, a cool trimmed beard, and great looking arms. He was wearing a faded blue tank top. I have to admit that damp and sweaty is a turn on for me. It didn't take much imagination why Vince rented him the room.
Vince mumbled a weak "hello" and that was it. I didn't expect more than that, but an introduction would have been nice. However, with Vince, it all seemed so ordinary.
Yesterday, Vince barbecue chicken outside on his deck. He was like Tiny Tim ripping into a Christmas goose.
I still think back to "what comes naturally." I ponder over scores of quality hook ups with people I that I cared about. Vince was one of them but only for a brief moment in time. It is tempting to imagine that once you find your calling, something magical heats up fast, but cools down quickly; that describes my neighbor to a T.
There was a twilight garden tour in White Plains scheduled for Wednesday starting at 6:00 pm. It was hardly twilight, but that was what the local garden club named it.
You drove to the parking lot of the High School, and there you were given a street map of the various private gardens on the tour. There were five to seven different gardens all within walking distance.
Each garden had the location and a brief description. Folks choose where they wanted to go. It was pleasurable walking around people's property scrutinizing their challenging work creating perennial gardens.
Jack and I walked from garden to garden admiring the effort that folks put into making their property attractive and handsome.
"Look who is coming this way," Jack said to me
It was Vince, with three other people, all men. I didn't know any of them.
"Hello Vince," I said as they passed. We actually had to step off the sidewalk so the four of them could pass. They were all talking and Vince didn't speak. In fact, he acted as if we were strangers.
"Your neighbor is a fraud," said Jack "That fucker can't even say hello?"
"I don't think he saw us." I replied
"Don't be an ass; Helen Keller would have seen us. We had to move out of their way."
"Yeah, I know." I agreed "forget it"
Nothing more was said, but the incident, although harmless, did stay with me all evening. The next day I was outside washing the bay window on the porch side of the house.
"You missed a spot," someone behind me said
"I jumped a little not expecting anyone. "Holy shit, you scared me, where did you come from," I asked
"From next door, I rent the room from your neighbor Vince. I thought I would walk over and apologize. I'm Noah."
"Apologize for what?"
"At the garden tour last evening, we forced you off the sidewalk and Vince never said `hello,' when you spoke to him. It is really not my business, but for a neighbor, that is rude."
"I didn't notice," I said to Noah. I was lying, in fact it bothered me for the longest time, but I wasn't about to admit it.
"I'm Rudy," I told him
"Yes, I know. I asked Vince who you were and he said Rudy."
"Did you like the tour? I asked
"I love the pleasures of nature and also older men. Not all men, just the ones who look like you." Said Noah
"Yeah, well it's a tired old story about baloney. Did Vince tell you to say that? He does things for kicks and giggles."
"Nope, I got up the nerve to do it on my own. "You're pissed – huh?"
"Nope"
"That's good" said Noah
"Well, If you aren't a little syphon sucker." I mumbled "Now, what am I supposed to do. Ask for a date?" This time laughing, knowing how dumb this conversation was going.
"Nice try, at least you can see humor. Vince never laughs and he is rough and grumpy. I have been living there for five days, and you can't joke with him. Is he gay?" Noah continued
"Don't ask me, ask him, you come on pretty direct; I can't believe you haven't asked him after five days."
"That is me, just being me. Vince isn't my type. I come from Manhattan and I don't hide being gay. I'm not a queer, I am a gay man. Although the words are connected, there is a difference in people."
"So when do I get that date?" I asked
"I said I was gay, not easy." Replied Noah
"Don't play with me, I will grow on you. How about tea on the veranda?
"What veranda, you mean that bumpy old porch" said Noah
"Ha ha-ha, why flabby daddy built that porch himself, with his two arthritic hands."
"That's why it's bumpy," replied Noah. "I am just being goofy. It's a splendid porch. Your whole place here is really cool. No, not cool. It is handsome."
"Just playing, huh? I said
"That is what I do. I am an entertainer," said Noah
"A comic? – Whew. You need some new jokes."
"Nope, a dancer," replied Noah
"Good grief, you're too husky for ballet."
"No no-no, not on the toes I entertain for gay men and horny women, moving like Magic Mike. I lap dance."
I looked at Noah with renewed interest. His body was certainly made for lap dancing, I saw great looking arms, but the rest of his frame was covered. He could talk sexy and tarnished without going to the filthy side.
From what I understood about lap dancing, to be sexy, everything is about the moves. I wasn't sure that Noah had that type of talent. However what he did have was the whole package.
"Life sucks, so I make the most of it. I'm not facing the unknown I'm a sexual compulsive entertainer, stuck on repeat," admitted Noah
"And humble too, I see. I'm not sure what the hell `stuck on repeat' means. However being entertained is the comfort of old age and I am getting older by the minute. In 50 more years, I will be over a hundred." I said giggling trying to lighten up the conversation
"Damn, that is sweet," said Noah.
"Sweet hell, it is tragic. Where do you go, when you leave White Plains?" I asked
"Manhattan. I work and live in the city."
"What are you doing in White Plains besides hitting on fifty-two year old men with pleasurers about lap dancing?"
"I am taking a break for a week to get a change of scenery. Renting a room was cheaper than renting a hotel room. It is as simple as that. He said
"And Vince being a hot looking dude in his forties had nothing to do with it, I suppose."
"Suppose whatever you want. You sound a bit jealous," said Noah
"Of course - I am jealous over everything from forty on down to eighteen. It's only temporary, I recover quickly. You're cool, but I'm not that impressed."
"Maybe I can change your mind about me. How would you like a lap dance? I have my own version of how a gay lap dance should be. All you have to do it sit there and watch me move."
"Do I have to go into the city and buy a ticket?" I asked
"Ha ha-ha, like you would ever do that. "No daddy dude, this is my idea."
My dick began to swell the more Noah talked. If he could move his body like he spoke, this would be hot. My cock tented out into an impressive bulge.
"I'm never wrong. You are exactly my type. Fuckin sweet," said Noah
"Yeahhh, you couldn't have timed it better." I mumbled watching him fuss over me.
We went into the house where it was private. Noah searched through some CD's for music.
"Ahh, this will do," he said. It was Rhinestone Cowboy by Glen Campbell. I didn't think it was music to move too, but Noah said – "Oh yeah, I can work with this nicely."
A new experience was about to open up for me. I gasped when Noah pulled up his tee shirt showing me his chest. He unbuckled his pants letting them fall to the floor. He stood in front of me semi-nude in stark white jockey underwear cupped around a healthy portion of sausage. "Damn" – was all I said; Noah was beyond striking, he was the star studded rodeo.
Part 4 - Noah brings down the house and Rudy melts.
Mark – sherwoodm94@yahoo.com (Please remember Nifty)