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"But Who Knows Where or When?"
Copyright Ritchris, 2007
A Story
by
Ritch Christopher
with literary enhancement
by
Les Martin
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chapter five
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"We looked at each other in the same way then,
But I can't remember where or when..."
excerpted from "WHERE OR WHEN"
from Rodgers and Hart's "Babes in Arms"
copyright 1937
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When they stopped by the dorm to pack up after Kent's visit to Blaine's office, only Jay and Randy saw Rex moving clothing and such from the room to Rex's car. The two next-door dorm neighbors became curious and met Rex on the stairs landing on his second trip to the room.
"What's goin' on?" Jay asked.
"I...I'm taking Kent to my house for a few weeks," Rex replied. Kent was in the room packing his and Rex's things into boxes or paper bags.
"Ha! Afraid someone will cramp your style with him?" Jay asked, wryly.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Rex said, pointedly. "Kent is going to be out of commission for a while."
"And what the fuck is THAT supposed to mean?" Jay added.
"I guess you noticed that neither Kent nor I was a practice today. I had to take Kent to see the doctor."
"Damn! Nobody told us!" Randy said. "What's wrong with him?"
"He has a hernia or a rupture or something that's gonna require surgery and it's probably gonna be several weeks before he makes it back to school," Rex lied. "He's more than likely going to miss this next semester and reenter college come January."
"My dad had a hernia operation and he couldn't go back to work for nearly six months. Did he get it during practice?"
"That's what I believe," Rex lied.
"Think Kent has grounds to sue the school?" Jay asked.
"I doubt it. Guys can get hernias by getting out of bed the wrong way. I don't think Kent could prove that he sustained his rupture during practice!" Rex explained.
"Too bad," Randy chimed in. "I knew he was having a hard time paying for his tuition and everything. I was just thinking if he could get a mil or half a mil from an injury, he'd be set for quite a while."
"No, Randy, a lawsuit is out of the question."
"Hey, Rex, do you need help getting your stuff out to the car?" Jay asked.
"That would be great. Kent's not supposed to lift anything," Rex said.
"Holy shit! That means Kent's not going to be our starting quarterback," Randy realized. "Do you think that Bobby Skiles can handle the job of quarterback?"
"He's next in line. I...well, neither Kent nor I have told the coach yet!"
"Where IS Kent?" Jay asked.
"In the room, packing."
"Shit, Jay! Let's go help!"
Randy and Jay followed Rex back into the room. Kent was standing beside the closet, folding pants, shirts, and sweaters. He was glad that it was Jay and Randy with Rex, not any of his other team mates. Jay walked over to Kent and took the pants out of his hands and began folding them. "Hey, buddy boy, Rex told us about your hernia. Why don't you go sit on the couch and let Randy and me do your packing for you?"
"Hey, guys, I'm not an invalid," Kent said.
"Nobody said you were," Randy said. "We just don't want you to become one. Now scoot and go sit."
While Jay and Randy took over the packing for Kent, Rex began gathering his own things.
"You guys are life-savers!" Rex said. "With your help, we'll be gone in no time!"
"You know it's not going to be the same without you two living next door!" Jay said.
"Once Kent and I get squared away at my house, we'd like you two to stop by on the weekend for dinner. We can play some Texas Hold 'em, slug down a few brews. Hell, you can even spend the night if you want to..."
"God, that would be a treat getting away from this hell-hole for a weekend," Randy said.
"I have two spare bedrooms. Kent will be in one and you two can share the other, IF you're not to homophobic to sleep in the same bed."
"Shit, that won't bother us. We walk around naked in our room most of the time anyway. We shower together sometimes, so sleeping in the same bed won't be nothin'," Randy said.
"Hell, I'm not sleeping naked with you! Not with that big dick of yours!" Jay interjected. "I'll sleep on a sofa or the floor. The last thing I want the team to hear is that you and I are sleeping together!" Jay replied.
"Aw, we'll work something out!" Rex said, smiling. "Hey! I've got my load ready. Are you ready to make a trip to the car with me?"
"I am," Jay said. "Randy, you stay up here with Kent and keep packing while I carry this to the car with Rex."
Rex and Jay filled their arms with clothes, boxes, and everything they could carry in one load and went out the door, down the stairs, then outside to the car. Rex's car was getting full. He hoped he could put everything in his car in one trip. The two piled their loads into the car and headed back inside the dorm until Jay stopped Rex.
"What is it?" Rex asked.
"Rex, the four of us have been pretty good buds for a long while, I...I was wondering if I could ask you a personal question?"
"You can ask. I won't promise that I'll answer you."
"The other day when I met you in the hallway as you were headed into the shower..."
"Yeah?"
"Well, a few seconds later, Kent came out of your room...and he, too, was headed for the shower..."
"SO? We shower together all the time in the locker-room. So do you and Randy!"
"Yeah, but here's where the personal part comes in..."
"Uh oh!"
"Aw, fuck! I'll just come out with it!"
"Good!"
"Rex, you reeked of a certain body odor!"
"Asshole! Why do you think I was going into the shower?"
"Yes, but this wasn't B.O. I smelled."
"Then I probably smelled like shit!"
"No, it wasn't shit, Rex. I smelled fresh cum!"
"Good God, Jay! You need to have something done with your deviated septum!"
"There's nothing wrong with my nose. It's just that when I met up with Kent, he had the same odor as you!"
"What the fuck are you suggesting, Jay?"
"Well, first, I gave you benefit of the doubt and surmised you'd just fucked a girl in your room. But when Kent went down to the shower to meet you, I...I opened your door and there was no girl to be found."
"You're wanting to know if Kent and I had sex together?"
"I wouldn't just outright ask you."
"GO AHEAD! ASK ME!" Rex was sounding quite irritated.
"Stranger things have happened, Rex. There's a lot of the guys on the team that swing both ways!"
"OH? Is THAT a fact? What about you and Randy? Are you two bisexual? Do you have sex together?"
"Would you stop being friends if I told you that Randy and I have had sex together?"
"I'd be surprised as hell but that wouldn't interfere with our friendship!"
"Are you sure?"
"Hell, yes, I'm sure!"
"Okay, then! Randy and I have been lovers for over two years. You won't tell anyone, will you?"
"Jay, if you can keep a secret that well...especially with the two of you living next door to me, there's no reason for me to reveal your secret."
"Thanks, Rex! I was hoping you'd say that!"
Rex was silent for a moment and stared at Jay for several seconds.
"You wouldn't be shittin' me, would you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, lying about you and Randy, HOPING that I'd tell you that Kent and I are lovers!"
"Well, are you or AREN'T you?"
"No, Jay, we're NOT lovers! It's all I can do to fuck all the women who want me to fuck 'em. I...I'd be a fool to be bisexual and have to fuck Kent as well!"
"Okay! Okay! I'll believe you! I..I feel like a fool now for telling you about Randy and me."
"Look, Jay! Whatever floats your boat...that's all right with me! I'm sure Kent won't have any objection either!"
"Are you gonna tell him?"
"Only if you don't want me to..."
"It's all right! It might be easier to keep the air clear between the four of us. That way, Randy and I could be ourselves without hiding our relationship from Kent."
"Kent won't mind, I'd bet my life on it!"
"You know, Rex, I...I was hoping you'd answer in the affirmative..."
"Why, for God's sake?"
"You two are made for each other! You two'd be an ideal couple!"
"Probably! But don't be offended when I say neither Kent nor I have any desire to suck each other's dicks!"
"Rex, sucking dick is only a small part of being lovers."
"I...I'll take your word for it! Now let's go get another load of clothes!"
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Rex and Kent in Rex's fully packed car drove up the driveway to Rex's big house. The lawn needed mowing and the hedges definitely needed to be trimmed. Rex had thought more than once about putting his estate up for sale, as a place such as his had to be nurtured, groomed, and, yes, loved. But to Rex, it was only a place to be alone or lonely and that didn't fit Rex's personality at all. However, with Kent being here for a while, the place would seem almost bearable to Rex.
"Well, here it is...home, sweet home...such as it is!" Rex said.
"God! I'd forgotten how enormous this place is..." Kent said, straining his neck out of the car window to take a look at the upstairs garrets.
"I'm glad I stopped at the store to buy some air-fresheners because this place can smell like dead air...and I DO mean dead!"
"You know I can't believe that you choose to live in half a dorm room over this place of sheer luxury!"
"It might be luxury to you, Kent, but I was raised here. I know every inch of every room on every floor. The beauty and charm of the old place ceased to have any attraction many years ago."
"Maybe so, but when you're brought up, having practically nothing as I was, your home looks like Buckingham Palace to me!"
"Come on, let's go inside and open a few windows to air the old girl out. I can unpack the car later."
Rex didn't know why he did it, but as he and Kent started up the stairs leading to the veranda, Rex put his arm under Kent's bent elbow to support him. Kent didn't notice as he was still in awe of the palatial manor he was about to enter.
"You DO have electricity, don't you?" Kent asked.
"Oh, I never cut the power off because I'm never sure if I'm gonna need the place when I come across some hot chick to fuck...and she might not have a place of her own!"
"You brought lots of girls here?"
"Not lots...just the ones I thought I could trust. The place is still filled with my mother's old antiques which could easily be stolen and hocked for a pretty penny at a hock shop."
"You haven't remodeled...or anything since your parents died?"
"What for? No one's gonna see it but me...and I've seen it all my life."
"Your sister, Maggie, didn't mind when the house was left to you?"
"Ha! Maggie hated the place more than I did. She's got the house she wants AND the man she wants! Maggie is perfectly content with her life!"
"I can see why...Blaine is attractive...for a man, that is..."
"Hold it, buster! Don't you go queer on me! Just because my brother-in-law gave you the ultimate pleasure by sticking his finger up your butt, doesn't mean that you and HE are headed toward Rooms-To-Go together!"
"Shit, Rex! Are you so unsure of your masculinity that you can't notice if a man is attractive or not?"
"Attractive to whom? Me? Women? Other men?"
"Well, you, for instance! Do you find Blaine at all attractive?"
"Are you talking about his face? His body? His personality? What?"
"His overall picture as a man, asshole!"
"Well, let's say I don't think under ANY circumstance that Blaine could ever give me a boner while looking at him."
"Hah ! Didn't I give you a boner the other night?"
"That's only because I saw that YOU had one..."
"Aha! So you find ME attractive?"
"Fuck! Can we end this conversation? Hold on, I've got to unlock the door to my inner sanctum!"
"NOT JUST YET!"
"What now?"
"I want you to answer me!"
"What, dammit?"
"Do you or do you not find me attractive?"
"ABSOLUTELY! Don't you know that I can't go to sleep at night unless I fantasize about you while I'm jerking off?"
"Oh, shit! Forget it!"
"That's what I've been trying to say...FORGET IT!" Rex put the key in the front door, turned the key, and, opening it widely, said, "SHOOWEEE! God! That smell is awful! Stay out here on the porch while I go open a window in every room! We both could die from that smell!"
Kent walked from one end of the veranda to the other! Bordering the left side was a view of the Shenandoah Valley. One could see trees, hills, and fields, stretching for miles. In spite of it being the middle of August, due to lack of rain, some of the trees were prematurely shedding their leaves. The five o'clock sun was scorching hot, but Kent felt a chill go through his body when he remembered that he had been diagnosed with cancer and, although he had been given a fairly good prognosis for a complete recovery, nothing in life was certain...nothing except death. This COULD be his last summer and his final early autumn on this planet---and Kent felt scared. He was suddenly weak and leaned against the wall for support. If someone had granted Kent a final wish at that moment, he would have wished for Rex's arms to be around him. His eyes filled with tears of fear...and love. Kent also realized that if he was going to defeat this disease, he couldn't do it WITHOUT Rex's help and support.
A couple of minutes later, Rex came out the front door with gusto.
"Well, all we can do is wait. I've opened every window and every door leading outside and the air might be breathable in a while!" Then Rex noticed Kent leaning against the wall. He hadn't responded to Rex's remarks and Rex could sense that something was wrong. "What's the matter? Your legs giving out?"
"No, I'm fine. I...I was just standing here trying to appreciate nature..."
"And THAT makes you look glum?"
"No, Rex." Kent turned to stare directly at his best friend. "It's just...it's just that I...I'm scared! There's no guarantee that I won't die from this testicular cancer..."
"Yes, and there's no guarantee that you won't fall off the edge of the porch and break your fucking neck! You know what I think about a lot?"
"What?"
"Kids in high school, and how, every day, hundreds, maybe thousands, die from unexpected deaths."
Rex hesitated a moment, then said," What makes you think so much about them?"
"Just how life and death can be so unfair. Take a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old high school kid. He spends his whole weekend studying for a biology or chemistry exam. Getting a good grade is important to him because one failed exam might keep him out of the college he's planning to attend next year. He calls off his date for Friday night just to hit the books. His best friend comes by his house on Saturday wanting to shoot some hoops or go to the movies, but he refuses his best friend in order to spend Saturday afternoon reading about frogs or studying the Periodic Tables. Sunday, he skips going to church with his mother, his dad and little brother who, by the way, thinks his big brother is the greatest thing since peanut butter. By Sunday night, he's tired, his eyes are red, BUT he's ready for that exam! BRING IT ON! So his test is scheduled for fifth period...right after lunch. He's confident that he's going to nail the exam. He orders a big lunch and sits with his best buddy AND his girlfriend and has a great time for half the lunch period. Then, on the sixteenth minute of his lunch period, in walk two geeks dressed in long black coats and brandishing two semi-automatic guns...and they start shooting wildly at any student that looks their way. Among them is the kid, his best friend, and his girlfriend...RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT! Our two geeks kill all three of them instantly...and I wonder what good was it for his spending the entire weekend studying for a test that he'll never take. Hell, if the kid knew that he would be shot and killed on Monday, why the fuck didn't he go on a date with his girlfriend and get his first or last fuck from her...or on Saturday, jerking off with his best friend or trading blowjobs? Sunday, he could have gone to church and asked forgiveness for both the fucking AND the blowjob, but no! Twenty-four hours later, he's lying in a pool of blood mixed with the blood of his best friend AND his girlfriend's!"
"Jesus, that's morbid, Rex!"
"I can't help it. I think of scenarios such as that all the time. Like the girlfriend and boyfriend, both dressed to the nines for their senior prom and on their way home, some fucking drunk runs into their limo and kills both of them!"
"Why are you telling me this?"
"Because, Kent, sometimes cancer can be a blessing in disguise. A person who has terminal cancer most often has time to get their affairs in order, say their last goodbyes, take that long overdue trip to see the Grand Canyon or call that friend or relative one last time. The kids in the cafeteria or in the limousine didn't get that opportunity...and every asshole right-wing preacher will pound his pulpit saying how JUST God is!"
"Rex, would you stop all your proselytizing for a minute to do me a favor?"
"Name it, buddy!"
"I know we've been joking too much about the queer or gay stuff, but...would you just put your arms around me...hold me and make me feel safe?"
"Sure, but no kissing this time..."
"What do you mean, THIS TIME?"
"Last Friday night, when I was sitting on the side of your bed with you, you asked me to kiss you..."
"Bullshit! I'd never do that!"
"Then it must have been those goddamned pills you're taking...because you DID ask me to kiss you!"
"And did you?"
"Well, yes, kinda..."
` "Holy shit! ...And I didn't hit you?"
"No, Kent! I had to stop you before you Frenched me!"
"I KNOW you're lying now!"
"Well, lie or no lie, I'll hold you, but I WON'T kiss you ever again!"
Rex walked over to Kent and put his arms around Kent's upper torso and drew his body close to his. Rex felt Kent's body shiver once Kent was in his arms! Kent buried his head against Rex's broad shoulder.
"Oh, yes...yes, thanks, this is what I wanted," Kent sighed as Rex brought their bodies together.
"This any better?" Rex asked.
"Much..." The hair on Kent's head began to tickle Rex's neck. Kent's voice was muffled, being embedded into Rex's shirt. "Would you believe that Blaine and I kissed in his office?"
"I would..."
"Did Blaine tell you?"
"He did...."
"God! What's happening to me? I've gone through my whole life and the only physical contact I've ever made with another male was on the football field or shaking hands. Now I've just learned I've kissed TWO men during the last seventy-two hours....."
"Well, if there's guilt, Blaine and I are just as guilty as you. Hey, you wanna hear something funny?"
"I could USE a joke about now!"
"This ain't no joke!"
"Tell me..."
"When I was loading up the car with Jay, he dropped his trousers and bared his soul to me!"
"He WHAT?"
"Oh, I don't mean he literally dropped his pants, but he told me something that could cause an earthquake!"
"Quit being so mysterious and tell me!"
"Jay and Randy are lovers!"
"You're shitting me!"
"Nope, they've been in a relationship for over two years!"
"Crap! How did they keep it a secret from us for that long?"
"They had us BOTH fooled!"
"Why did he tell you today?"
"He thought you and I had a 'thing' going between us!"
"Why, for God's sake?"
"The other day when we met him in the hall while going to the shower, he said he got a big whiff of cum odor from the both of us!"
"You don't suppose he told anyone, do you?"
"Just Randy!"
"I hope you set him straight!"
"I...I don't think I could set him 'straight', but I told him the truth!"
"God! I wonder how many more of the team members are hiding relationships?"
"Well, if old Doctor Kinsey knew what he was writing in his book, probably LOTS of the guys! There's forty members on the squad and Kinsey said that one of every six men are gay. So divide forty by six and you get six and two-thirds. So Jay and Randy make up two! That means there's at least four more guys on the team and one more who's almost gay!"
"Now I need to get a list of all the guys and see if I can pick out the other four and two-thirds!" Rex's conversation concerning gay team members, for the moment, had made Kent forget all about his fear and morbid thoughts. "Oh, God!"
"What now?" Rex asked.
"I was just thinking that 'I' might be the one who's two-thirds gay!"
"Why would you say something so fucking ridiculous?"
"Look what I've done since last Thursday. I reached a climax in my doctor's office when he poked his finger up my butt. I came again when I saw him do the same thing to you in our dorm. I've kissed YOU and BLAINE, both. I wonder what else I've done?"
"You want me to tell you?"
"There's more?"
"Well, kinda...You see, the other night when you were high on pills, you asked me to crawl into your bed with you and hold you until you went to sleep..."
"Oh, shit! What happened? Did anything happen?"
"Nothing happened...so don't jump to conclusions! You were butt naked and so was I..."
"Oh, my God!"
"And so I slid into your bed in a spoon position with your back next to my front."
"And...?"
"I couldn't help it. The closer my body got near yours, the harder my dick became."
"You...YOU didn't fuck me, did you, Rex? TELL ME YOU DIDN'T FUCK ME !"
"No, but my dick was less than one inch from your hole! Thank God you fell asleep almost instantly, or I...I might've rammed it right up your 'Weary Canal'!"
"Holy shit! I swear, Rex, had I known this...I don't think I've been able to look at you! Damn! I could die of embarrassment!"
"We'll talk about what 'didn't' happen later! The house should be aired out by now! Let's go upstairs and YOU pick out the bedroom you want!"
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Blaine would've had a physician's conniption if he'd ever heard of one of his patients mixing Xanax with alcohol, but on his way home, he felt as if he NEEDED a drink or two. His day had been filled with too much confusion and too many assholes, literally. He phoned Maggie to say he would be about an hour late coming home. He didn't bother to explain because he didn't have to. That's one thing Maggie had accepted as all doctor's wives must do---never rely on your husband to keep a schedule where dinner is concerned. Throughout the years of their marriage, Blaine had been late thousands of times as a result of an overload of patients to be seen, or an unexpected emergency. Being late merely went with the territory. However, it was on this occasion that Blaine called his wife to say he'd be late so that he could stop at a bar and order a drink or two...and try to understand what had happened to him.
Blaine drove to the bar nearest to his house, The Vir Gin Rickey. It was a lounge that catered mostly to adults thirty and over. Even the juke box, per se, had cd's of Sinatra, George Shearing, and Henry Mancini. This was as close to a New York cocktail lounge that could be found in Epperson, Virginia. When he entered, he heard the strains of Mancini's 'The Brothers Go To Mother's' from the old 'Peter Gunn' TV series. The bar was very dimly lit with only candles, inside dark blue and dark green glass cylinders. It was difficult even to see who was sitting in the next booth due to the darkness. But that didn't matter to Blaine because he was in no mood to talk or have a conversation with anyone. Doctors couldn't go anywhere alone without being confronted by some patient or former patient who wanted free advice about some pain he or she was having over his or her left kidney.
There were several empty barstools available, but Blaine wanted to relax in a booth with a cushion to support his aching back. A cocktail waiter came to his table almost immediately and took Blaine's order for a double vodka martini with three olives. Blaine took a deep breath and sighed, trying to wish away some of his tension. He closed his eyes to listen to the vibes and the trombone of Ted Nash or the soothing sound of Ted's brother, Dick Nash's saxophone. It wasn't opera but it was very good 1950's jazz. It seemed to draw out his soul.
The waiter brought Blaine his drink to Blaine's thanks. Then he slowly sipped the vodka, not really caring if it mixed well with alprazolam. He felt somewhat guilty for not inviting Maggie as he knew she would enjoy the quiet sultry ambience as much as he.
Once again, Blaine closed his eyes and rested his head on the back of the booth. He relived what he had told Kent and Rex about Kent's condition...only this time, he could see Kent's eyes even without Kent being in front of him. God, the boy was beautiful! So was Rex, come to think of it...but Rex was family! So what was Blaine going to do about this strange new feeling? He certainly wasn't gay, but he was SO attracted to EVERYTHING about Kent...?
Blaine stretched his imagination and wondered just what he would do if he were in bed with Kent? Kiss him? Hold him? Reach for his sex organ? And then what? Jerk him off? Be bold and go down on him? No, that would only give Kent pleasure...that wouldn't allow Blaine's 'getting off'! But what if Kent went down on HIM? Nah! No way would Blaine want that handsome lad lowering himself to please a married man by taking Blaine's penis in his mouth!
Then again, Maggie really liked performing oral sex on him. It might not be disgusting at all to Kent if SHE enjoyed it.
He opened his eyes to guide the martini glass back to his lips. He all but laughed out loud at his ridiculous reverie. If there was one ounce of homosexuality in Kent, surely sexy Rexy would have discovered it years ago...and only Friday night, Rex wouldn't even look at Kent's naked body. No! Those two were best friends but CERTAINLY NOT a couple!
On his third sip, Blaine's thoughts roamed over to Tom Chastain. There was NO doubt about Tom's sexuality. Ha! He'd even offered to give Blaine a blowjob in the examining room. What would have happened if Blaine had let Tom go through with it? First of all, it was totally unprofessional! Second, if Tom had gone through with it and had satisfied Blaine orally, who's to say that Tom wouldn't or couldn't blackmail Blaine for thousands of dollars?
Blaine finished his drink and felt the urge to pee, He got up from the booth, stopping by the bar to tell his waiter to order him a refill while he went to the bathroom.
Inside the men's room, Blaine discovered that the only wall urinal had an 'out of order' sign over it. So Blaine chose the middle of three wooden stall booths and locked the door behind him. He unzipped his fly, pulled out his cock and let it rip. God! Nothing felt better than a good piss...except maybe an orgasm. One thing that Blaine, and most men, wondered was how could a guy drink a four ounce drink and urinate a large Seven/Eleven Big Gulp--thirty-two ounce cup full of urine? That had to be one of the seven greatest mysteries of mankind!
Finally, when he thought it was time to shake out the last droplets, he looked down at himself, but something to the left of the toilet caught his eye. It was a cut-out in the side wall. Dear God! A glory hole! Blaine started to laugh but stopped when he saw three fingers holding a folded piece of paper sticking through the hole. The fingers were gesturing for Blaine to take the note and read it!
Blaine felt safe, being in a locked stall, so he slowly took the paper, unfolded it, and read, 'Show hard for the best blowjob of your life'! He could hardly believe his eyes. SOMEONE in the next booth was inviting him to have sex! What's more, between the vodka and the Xanax, the idea suddenly appealed to him. Was it worth the risk? Was it a legitimate offer or perhaps some slasher in one of the 'Scream' movies who would cut his penis off if he slipped it through the hole in the wall? It HAD to be a male--- Blaine WAS in the men's room. He had lived his entire life without ever having male/male sex of any nature.
Finally, Blaine felt bold enough to ask, "Are you sure this is what you want?"
From the next booth came a reply in a graveled monotone whisper, "Uh, huh, stud."
"You're not going to hurt me, are you?"
"Uh uh!"
"Do you swear?"
"Huh huh?"
"OK, but I'm not promising to reach a climax. I...I'm curious about this...that's all!"
Blaine looked at the hole and saw the mysterious stranger's forefinger bending back and forth as if it were beckoning Blaine. He knew that they were alone. Both were locked inside booths and no one could see...even if someone came into the men's room, it would be easy to withdraw himself from the hole. And so Blaine gave in to temptation and curiosity and slowly slid his penis through the glory hole where it was met with a hot, wet mouth. It felt as if the stranger's tongue wrapped itself all the way around Blaine's organ as a hotdog bun would to a wiener.
Blaine legs suddenly felt weak when he felt a rhythmic suction begin on his organ. The feeling was...was beyond belief, only partly because of Blaine's excitement. He put his arm against the wall and rested his head on his fist, allowing his mind to concentrate on what his cock was feeling.
"Oh, my God!" Blaine said. "You must be a professional! I had no idea it would feel this good!" There was no verbal reply from the stranger as he kept up the tempo to Blaine's delight. Only thirty seconds had passed when Blaine decided to warn him. "Hey buddy, I think it's time we stop. I'm about to flood your mouth with a gusher!"
The stranger stopped his action only for a second to say, "Go ahead! That's what I'm here for!".
"OK. You asked for it!" Blaine exclaimed as his knees tried to buckle beneath him as a deluge of fresh hot semen burst forth from his testicles and into the mouth of the hungry alien. When it finally lessened, "JESUS H. CHRIST!" Blaine screamed. "NEVER IN MY LIFE...and I DO mean NEVER!"
The strange laughed softly and whispered, "You liked that, huh?"
"Wow! You'll never know. I...I've been tense all afternoon and you've just relaxed me beyond belief."
"Glad to oblige," whispered the stranger.
"Listen, would it be all right if I leave and you don't follow me out the door for a few minutes?"
"If that's the way you want it..."
"Yes, please. I...I don't know whether I should thank you! Could I offer you some money?"
"I'm not a prostitute, stud! You've already paid me!"
"Ha! And you paid me back double!" Blaine said. "So I'll just leave after I wash up a bit. See you around!" Blaine realized that was a dumb thing to say. "I didn't mean that. It's just that I...I'm at a loss for words at the moment! You...uh...you didn't see my face, did you?"
"Nope. You're safe!"
Blaine hurriedly walked over to the lavatory and washed off his penis, zipped up his fly, straightened his clothes. took time to comb his hair after drying his hands ,and left the scene of his epiphany.
Returning to his seat, Blaine saw his second drink, which he had ordered, sitting on the table inside the booth. He really needed the drink to settle his nerves, but thought it best to pay the waiter and exit the bar before he and his bathroom 'trick' met face-to-face! He looked inside his wallet and pulled out a fifty dollar bill and handed it to the waiter, telling him to keep the change. Then Blaine all but ran out the door to get inside his car and go home.
As Blaine drove out onto the main street, he said to himself, 'God in heaven! What did I just do?'. That was a first for him...the first time with a man AND the first time ever to cheat on Maggie. 'No wonder gay men say that only men know how to perform oral sex properly!' Maggie was good, but Blaine had never before had anyone that could compare with Maggie's blow jobs. Much to his surprise, he thought, 'Damn, there IS a difference!'.
Five minutes later, Blaine drove into his driveway. When he went inside his house, Maggie was waiting for him with a vodka martini in her hand with three olives.
"Hi, sweetheart," Maggie said, giving him a kiss. "Long day?"
"One of the longest!"
"Do you need me to relax you?"
"I...I'm not that tense!" Blaine lied.
"You don't have to be tense to enjoy what I'm gonna do to you..." Maggie said as she slowly dropped to her knees to unzip his fly. Blaine only hoped that she couldn't smell the stale semen on his glans. Once he was inside her mouth, he forgot everything...everything except the stranger in the third stall of the men's room!
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When Rex's parents were alive, they slept in separate bedrooms with a connecting toilet between the two rooms. Rex wanted this same arrangement for Kent and himself, and so, he let Kent choose whichever room suited him the most. Kent took Rex's dad's room and Rex, his mother's. The two unpacked the clothes they had brought from the dorm. Rex stripped the linen off both beds and replaced it with fresh sheets and pillowcases. It was still too hot for blankets, but the house had central air-conditioning and it didn't matter.
Once the closets were set and the beds made, Rex led Kent down the stairs to the kitchen where the two of them made tacos, fajitas, and refried beans for dinner. While Rex was plating the food, Kent went to peruse the DVD collection to chose a movie for dinner fare. There was an entire section of Marilyn Monroe movies, which had been Rex's dad's favorites. Kent picked out 'Some Like It Hot'. He put it in the DVD player which was connected to a sixty-one inch plasma flat-screen TV with surround sound. He cued it to the beginning and pushed the pause button.
Rex set the plates on the coffee table in front of the huge sofa where they could eat and watch the movie. First, Rex handed Kent his antibiotics, then they ate and beginning the film, laughed all the way through the classic comedy.
"God, she was talented! an old friend of my uncle's, studied at Lee Strasberg's private classes with her. He worked with her twice on scene study and was amazed by her empathy." Kent said. "Some people thought she couldn't act, but her sense of comic timing was impeccable!"
"Wanna watch another?" Rex asked, as he picked up the dirty dishes and took them to the kitchen, putting them into the dishwasher.
"Nom thanks. Why don't YOU watch something? I'm tired and I'd like to go to my new bedroom and get some sleep."
"How about a hot shower before you retire?"
"Sounds good!"
"Let me see about the towels and toiletries. I think you'll find everything you need... soap, shampoo, bath oil, deodorant, toothpaste, mouthwash...you name it!"
Kent looked deeply at Rex. "Rex, I still can't believe that you would give up all this luxury to share a room in the dorm with me!"
"I don't know. Probably, I should have suggested that we live here together a long time ago. It's just that, at the time, I was living here by myself and this big house can REALLY make you feel alone!"
"Well, as long as I'm recuperating, you won't be alone!"
"How do you feel now? Still anxious about what Blaine said to you?"
"Hell, yes. I'll keep on feeling anxious until the surgery is over and I know I'm cancer-free!"
"Don't think about that now! Go take your shower."
"Aye, aye, sir!"
"How about a deep massage when you get out?"
"Don't spoil me! I don't want to get TOO dependent on you for everything!"
"Shit! We've been giving each other back rubs for years. That's nothing new!"
"Okay then! Sounds good!"
Kent went upstairs to the bathroom to take a shower while Rex closed the house. He turned off the lights and went up the stairs to his bedroom, crossed to the He opened the side bed-side table to get a bottle of Aveeno lotion to apply to Kent's back. As he reached Kent's bedroom, Kent was just getting out of the shower. He entered his bedroom, nude, drying his hair with a towel. Needless to say, Rex was only human. When someone is standing naked before you, it's only natural to look at the other's body.
"Kent, my God!" Rex said, with excitement.
"What?"
"Is it my imagination or has your testicle's swelling receded? From here, it looks as if it's back to its normal size."
Kent dropped the towel to look at himself. "God! You're right! Think I should call Blaine to tell him?"
"No. If it was swollen larger, I'd say 'yes', but the improvement can wait until your next appointment with him."
"Damn! That makes me feel much better already! See? I told you that I was gonna get well!"
"By God, you'd better. If I have to babysit for you for an extended period of time, you're gonna be cutting into my love life!"
"Hell, I fuck as many girls as you! What about me? If I lose both my balls, I'm really going to become celibate!"
"Shit! Lie down while I massage your back!"
"Want me to put on some boxers?"
"For what? Are you gonna hide something I'm already looking at?"
"Well, all right!"
"You won't mind if 'I' strip down to my boxers? I don't want to get this lotion on my clothes."
"Just be sure your chastity jock is locked. From what you said, you almost raped me in my sleep Friday night. I don't know if I should trust you being naked also!" Laughing, Rex took off all his clothes except his boxer briefs as Kent lay down on his stomach on the bed. "Oh God! This mattress feels terrific. Man! If I HAVE to die, I hope it's on this bed. I've never felt anything so comfortable and soothing!"
"Dad loved it. He had it custom-made for himself. It's like a multiple sandwich of down and foam with tiny coils to give it support!"
Kent relaxed, prone on his stomach as Rex straddled his buttocks. He filled both of his palms with Aveeno, rubbed his hands together and, leaning forward, smoothed the lotion on Kent's shoulders and upper back with long sweeping strokes.
"DAMN ! I'll give you about two hours to stop doing this," Kent said, placing his face on the pillow.
"Feel good?"
"Uh huh..."
"I want you to concentrate on your spine from the back of your head down to your coccyx. Pretend that your spine is sinking through the front of your body and trying to mesh with the mattress beneath you."
"Are you trying to hypnotize me?" Kent asked through the muffled pillow.
"Not if I can't look into your eyes, dummy! I just want you to relax."
Rex lengthened his strokes on Kent's back, going from the top of Kent's butt to the back of his head. He applied even more lotion directly to Kent's back. Up and down...slowly, but firmly.
At one point, Rex's hands became so slippery that he lost his balance and fell forward onto Kent's back.
"Hmmm. That feels nice..." Kent said.
"I fell, you dumb asshole!"
"I know, but it felt so good having your entire body on mine."
"You mean like this?" Rex replied as once again, he lay on top of Kent's back.
"Yeah! Just lie there a minute. Don't move!"
Rex reached further to place his arms and hands over Kent's. Rex's mouth was close to Kent's left ear. "How's this?"
"I could fall asleep with you on top of me..."
"I...I think I'd better get up, Kent..."
"Please don't!"
"It's just that I feel my dick getting hard and I don't want you to get the wrong idea!"
"You're still wearing your underwear, aren't you?"
"Hell, yes!"
"Well, I don't think your dick is going to penetrate the material in your shorts. So I fell safe that you're not going to rape me."
"KENT! BUDDY! I'm getting harder!"
"Has this ever happened between you and another guy before?"
"What kind of question is that?"
"Why else would you get an hard on?"
Rex was silent for a moment, then said, "Kent, did...have I ever mentioned Ronnie Stulce to you?"
"No Who's he?"
"I don't know if this is the time to tell you or not..."
"Tell me what?"
Rex threw his leg over Kent and sat on the edge of the bed. Kent raised up his head from the pillow and gave Rex a long look.
"There's something about me that I've kept from you."
"About Ronnie Stulce...and you?"
"Yeah."
Kent could see that Rex had become very serious, so Kent sat up so that they were sitting side-by-side. "Who is he, Rex?"
"He ISN'T any more. It's who he WAS! He was someone I knew, long before you and I became friends. He lived here in Epperson with his parents."
"So? What happened to him?"
Rex's eyes began to well up with tears. "He...he hanged himself!"
"MY GOD, REX! Were you with him at the time?"
"I might as well have been."
"I don't understand."
"I was partly or MOSTLY at fault. He...he killed himself because of me!"
"Well, if you weren't there with him..."
"But I WAS there...not physically, but in spirit!"
"Rex, I think you'd better start at the beginning and tell me the whole story!"
"If I tell you everything, you might never feel the same way about me...EVER again!"
"That's bullshit! I wouldn't think less of you if you told me that you killed Ronnie! You're the best person in my life. There's NOTHING you could say to me that could end or change our friendship!"
"Okay! Sit back on the bed, prop yourself up with a pillow and cover your naked dick with a sheet!"
"In that order or can I improvise?"
"JUST DO IT!"
"OKAY! Okay!"
Kent positioned himself as Rex had instructed and Rex began the story of his 'friendship' with Ronnie Stulce. Several times, Kent wanted to speak or raise an eyebrow because Rex was telling him things Kent would never have suspected.
When Rex got to the part about Ronnie's suicide, he broke down in tears and Kent leaned forward to put his arm around his best friend. After Rex's long soliloquy, the silence between them seemed ready to implode the room. Rex could not turn to face Kent while Kent sat there staring at the back of Rex's head.
"You...are you saying you were gay?" Kent said, finally.
"I was..."
"Was? but not now?"
"That's all behind me, Kent!"
"I would never've guessed!"
"I didn't WANT you to know! You're the closest I'VE ever COME to having a brother!" His sobs told the whole story. "You're the one person I would die for...if necessary."
Kent thought a moment. "Rex, wouldn't you call that love?"
"I suppose...but not the kind of love that I had for Ronnie!"
"Why not? Don't you find me attractive?"
"Sure, as my best friend!"
"But nothing more?"
"GODDAMMIT, KENT! I DON'T KNOW! Sometimes I look at you and I have to stop and think whether I feel the same way about you as I did toward him!"
"Why do you stop yourself?"
"BECAUSE YOU'RE STRAIGHT, GOD DAMN IT! I AM, TOO!...or at least, I thought I was!"
"Hell, no wonder you got upset when you kissed me last Friday...and when you got in bed with me and your dick touched my ass...like you said..."
"Yes, but I DIDN'T fuck you, Kent!"
"Did the thought cross your mind?"
"Hell, yes! Later, after I went back to my own bed, it was all I could do to keep myself from running back to your bed while you were still high on your medications and make love to you!"
"You say 'make love'...and not fuck! And why now?"
"What?"
"Why did you decide to tell me about this now?"
"I don't know. I...I was on top of you with a raging boner and I knew if I went to the next step, I would risk losing you, my best friend, forever! I can't leave you and you can't leave me with your scheduled surgery. I just didn't want matters to be complicated any more than they are already in my mind."
"Rex?"
"Yeah?"
"What if..what if I said I wanted you to make love to me?"
"I'd say you've had one too many pills again."
"Buddy, I've only had my antibiotic medication...no sleeping pill...no tranquilizer. My head's on straight and I'm thinking clearly as you---maybe more clearly.!"
"Why for the love of God would you want me to make love to you?"
"Maybe you've just made me realize that I've been in love with you for years!"
"YOU WHAT?"
"Like you...I just didn't want to admit it...not to you...not to myself!"
"But..."
"Will you shut the fuck up?" Kent said, as he leaned forward to kiss Rex on the lips.
Rex was more than surprised at first, but then slowly, he responded by putting his arms around Kent while exploring Kent's lips with his tongue, and then plunging his tongue into Kent's eagerly awaiting mouth.
"Oh, God, Kent! I've wanted this for SO long. I just never thought it possible."
They hugged, their mouths placed beside the other's ear. "I...I've probably wanted it just as long as you, Rex...maybe longer!"
Rex smiled. "God! We're both fucking fools. Trying to fake the other out by showing who could fuck the most women to impress the other."
"HA! At least you've had sex with a guy. I never have. I...I don't know what to do!"
A moment of silence...then, "You wanna have sex?"
"You think I'd stop now? You're gonna have to teach me everything there is to know!"
"It's not much different from making love to a chick...only better!"
"Will you give me the first lesson?"
"I...I don't know if I should...considering your precarious condition!"
"You'd better teach me while I still have my balls. Once I have surgery, I may never cum again!"
"Kent, are you sure you want this?"
"I've never been so sure of anything in my life!"
"You DO realize that once we make love, we're going to become lovers for life or strangers for life, don't you?"
"That just gives me the inspiration to get well faster!"
"All right, but we'll take it slow and easy...but first, I want to look straight into your baby blues and say, 'Rex, I love you...'."
"Rex, I DO love you... All afternoon, since Blaine told us about your cancer, it's been ringing through my head that I might lose you...and GOD DAMN IT, KENT...I can't live without you. I don't WANT to live without you...and just the idea of losing you has made me realize that I must have been in love with you for some time...and today, it just sorta rolled out of my hidden psyche."
"Rex? You're IN love with me?"
"I guess I am! So what are you gonna do about it?"
"Just this..."
Their lips met again...this time longer and more passionately.
Rex lowered Kent to the bed, then took off his boxer shorts. Then slowly took his place in the bed with his new lover and pulled the sheet up over their bodies.
"Teach me, baby. Teach me how to love you..." Kent said between kisses.
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(To be continued in chapter six of "But Who Knows Where Or When"...next week.)