CASEY By Mike Austin
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It wasn't long before John would arrive and I rushed to clean up, dress and appear that he was the one that was running late. Donnie had arrived from the grocery store. Dennis was left in a fucked heap by Rodrigo, but was doing his best to help Donnie bring in and stow the groceries. John was a dramatic arts professor at one of the universities and this production was his first frosh event. He'd invited me to dinner at The Clarion House, an old school dining tradition that was also a favorite of my folks, aunt Patricia and uncle Ben. The southern charm was everywhere and not a cell was heard throughout the early evening meal. We finished eating, then drove the short distance to the campus theater. There were about 400 people being seated as we arrived and took our seats. I'd not eaten much and didn't want that heavy feeling or risk nodding off if the "Music Man" production was "sleepy". I was delighted that it was a good production, with the right balance of humor, wit, song, laughter and sincerity. The after show party was filled with aspiring actors and more than a few hot freshmen to appreciate. John captured some of their attention and I let him and them assume a well-deserved center stage for his sponsorship and their hard work. Ryan was a theater janitor and he remained on-site through the party and would begin his clean-up as the party wound down. He was another ginger, though unlike Casey, had a scruff, green eyes, fairly devoid of fur except his crotch and always showed that monster bulge. The same one that had made John and me gush cum on more than one occasion. Yeah Ryan and I had history and tonight I approached him and asked when he thought he'd wrap up the work here and be free? Getting his answer, I offered to help him relax afterwards, but he said he had to pass but took a raincheck. While not rebuffed, I knew that it might be 3 a.m. before he got the post party clean-up done. I probably would have passed as well, were it me. John dropped me off about 2 a.m. and didn't need any help understanding my nightcap decline, drove away as I strode through the lobby, into the elevator and eventually into unit 507 and my bedroom. The unit was quiet, lights off to the east twinkled like stars toward downtown and across the horizon that would soon be dimmed by the nearing sunrise. I stared at my cell, thought briefly of Casey, stripped and climbed into bed and went sound asleep.
The smell of freshly brewed coffee was unmistakable as was the absence of music in the distance. It was Sunday morning. Tugging on a t-shirt and boxer briefs, I paused to take a leak, then headed down the hallway to the kitchen racket and hot coffee. Don was hugging this hunky black haired stud, who I learned was a personal trainer named Matt. My intro done, my stare fixed on his deep blue eyes, then furry chest, arms and legs, not to mention the ample bulge and gave him and Donnie a wink, then took up my seat on a bar stool at the end of the kitchen island overlooking the balcony and building traffic below. Soon Dennis emerged followed by Rodrigo, so it was obvious that both my bros had gotten banged hard overnight and an even better thing that our bedrooms were spread across the full end of the mid-rise building on the 5th floor. Our bedrooms each faced a different view of the metro area and afforded both interesting vistas and ample privacy for any guests or activities occurring therein.
Back in my room with a large mug of black coffee, I stared at the note with Casey's cell number scribbled across it. While Don was the youngest triplet, he was the real brain and is engaged in getting his Masters in Chemistry. Dennis had discussed it, but was also just content to immerse himself in work at the current level and was successful at developing and testing certain compounds and products for commercial use. While a sound technician, I gained the interests that mom brought to the lab, business management and planning. We three boys all had our common baseline success and more than a few kinks in or around the bed; or any other sex venue for that matter. It was 10 a.m. Finishing my coffee and applying those above mentioned planning skills, I decided no action was just that, NO ACTION. Picking up my cell, I blocked my I.D. and dialed the scrawled number. A waking groggy voice answered "yeah"? I swallowed hard and began, "this is your McDonald's pay it forward donor, and wondered if I could give you a repeat meal other than McDs, perhaps a late breakfast or lunch; your choice"? I was almost shaking and sweat was pumping from pores I didn't know existed. "What the fuck is this a joke" came the reply? Steadfast I replied, "this is Casey Utterman right and you drive a black F150 4x4 and you ordered 2 bacon egg biscuits and a large Coke yesterday at McDonald's right"? "Jesus fucking Christ are you a stalker dude" came Casey's bellow? I noted he hadn't hung up though; so I tried again. "I was in line at the Pack N Ship place yesterday and saw you there, noted your ink and you were really courteous to the elderly lady clerk and I just thought that was so rare to find these days; and then when I happened to see you pull up behind me in line at McDs, I thought the pay it forward might be a good gesture of thanks". "But how come you got my name and number and why and is this a scam if you're no stalker, cuz I got nothing but my truck and a lot of debt" Casey responded. He went on to add, "thanks for the McD treat by the way" then softened a bit; "so if you're not stalking me, why the meal offer today"? "Dunno just figure you might like to kick back and make a new friend or get a free meal" I admitted. "You don't even know where I live or what's around me that I might eat at, or have you run a reverse number search on my cell" he challenged? While I had done that, I knew that sometimes they are out of date and I played it cool, "naw, figure we must live in the same general area since we both went to the same pack N ship spot" then after a brief pause I added, "I live off the west tollway". "Yeah me too" came his softening tone and then added "you like TexMex"? "Si senor, mucho gusto" I chimed back and we both chuckled a bit. "So how bout Lupe Tortilla's off Hwy 6 say an hour; but how will I know you bud" he layed it out? "I'll find you and look forward to a real meet n greet, 1 hour at Lupe's off 6" I closed and clicked my cell off. I was shaking like a twink on his first date and noticed my briefs and t-shirt were drenched. I showered, cleaned up but didn't shave as I didn't want to appear too preppy and decided on jeans and sneakers vs khaki shorts and topsiders. I was out the door in silence as my bro's and guests had already retreated to their respective rooms for more depravity.