"THE Real ANTONIO"
Part 7
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For a split second I imagined Eddie was coming on to me, however, that was crazy. My gay thinking connects words, like "big" often when a sexy man say it. Imagine a handsome Denzel Washington, look-alike, being friendly, and asking if I can handle big things. Makes you wonder, - n'est ce pas?" (Doesn't it)
I left Eddie at the counter finishing his lunch and went back to the nursery. I parked in my usual place at work and checked my phone before getting out of the car. I wanted to see if Antonio had returned my message from this morning. – He hadn't.
I helped some folks pick out a white lilac shrub and gave them planting instructions. We sold shrubs, but didn't plant them. If we had a landscape contract, then we planted everything, complete with mulching. We didn't have to like it; we just had to do it.
A delivery truck, backed into the loading dock. The crew still wasn't back from town, so that meant I had to unload by myself. The driver got out coming towards the greenhouse. It was Eddie being the first time I saw the entire man, with masculine energy, a hunk, for sure and pants dropping hot. It didn't take a genius to know that Eddie admired himself all day. Hell, nothing wrong with that If you got it, folks will see it. All ones gotta do is show up.
He was tall towering six-three or six-four. Eddie walked like coming off a football field, cocky and sure of himself. His uniform was solid brown trimmed with green and wearing a black cap with EDDIE in green script across the front. The pants hung loose. He wasn't showing signs of a dick being no surprise, with all that clothing covering that fine chocolate body.
Gaud, can you imagine that naked brother on top of you pushing into your body in the shadows of the night. Anyone, that good during the daytime, has to be a jockey, in the dark. I know there is no way in the world, I would have to make a choice, but pretty as this boy be – he is no Antonio.
Eddie's job appeared simple although it probably was not simple. He brought flats of plants, using a hand cart, to the back of the truck. Some of them were light, but most were heavy to lift.
I took them off the tailgate (one flat at a time) and brought them inside for separating and then pricing. The heavy ones I lowered to the floor of the loading dock and left them there, for later.
Eddie had moved everything back to the tail gate ready for me to pick up and take away. He leaned against the inside of the open truck, watching me. With one leg crossed over the other leg, his pants drew tight and now I saw the frog in his crotch move. I swear it was growing, but can't be sure. I doubt he even noticed me looking at him. I wondered if all gay men did that. Probably so, when there is something nice to look at.
Then he spoke and surprised me. "Johnny, you need some help there."
"Nah, I'm good. It just takes longer with one guy doing the caring. Not a problem."
Eddie jumped off the truck, picked up a heavy flat of plants and took it into the greenhouse.
"Hey, you don't have to do that. Drivers don't unload plants.' They deliver, and that's their job. We, do the unloading, that's our job." I said to him while walking back to the dock together.
"I want to help, It will be our secret." and tapped me on my butt, with a "get a move on," Tap.
"Did you look at the invoice that I gave you,?" asked Eddie. "This is half of what's ordered. Tomorrow, I have to bring another load of plants. The invoice said, "Ordered by Sal, he must be the owner."
"Yup, Sal is the owner. It looks like I will have to unload plants again tomorrow, but I will have help by then." I replied.
We stood talking, and not to sound repetitive, Eddie was powerfully cool, and so friendly. I am good at staring, but lousy at hiding it.
"I'll tell you what," he started. "Suppose I get here tomorrow around 1:00, and you hop in my truck and we'll go to lunch at the diner. Then we'll come back with the delivery of plants. Can you do that?" he asked. "Leave for lunch, I mean!"
"Yeah, I can do that. Gotta say, I am an upfront person and gay. Not a big deal, and not entirely harmless. However, I don't touch, what I'm not supposed too."
"You're cute too, not that I'm interested in dudes, for any reason. I figured you might be gay by the way you looked me over. Tomorrow is good, don't you think?" said Eddie.
"Okay, I can do that. I won't get hammered, will I?"
"What do you mean by "hammered?" asked Eddie.
"Oh nothing, I am just playing with you. Pay no attention."
"I'm taking off," said Eddie, see you tomorrow."
"Okay."
"Yeah, later," He mumbled getting into his truck.
The plants had been unloaded, and Eddie was gone. "Dang, what have I got myself into? I'm swamped with hook-ups with Antonio and Carlos. And now an impressive black stud is overly friendly. I will behave myself. That's the answer. I will definitely behave, and nothing will happen. Fuck it – I feel like a tramp, pawing through a dumpster.
George, Dave and Amy, the landscape crew, were back and finished clearing plants from the loading dock. We worked together, checking and pricing. It was surely a different sort of day, at least for me, that is.
Wonders never cease, so I have heard said. I receive a text that excited me, but only for a brief moment. I was sure it was Antonio, when I saw the name "Sanchez." Nope – not from Antonio, but instead from his brother Carlo. That wasn't a bad thing, it just wasn't Antonio.
The cruising side of my personality has no morals. Carlos was actually a challenge to tussle with naked. I was sure any connection with him would not last long. He was a roamer looking for something new all the time. Knowing that, I wasn't about to pass up dessert. It was sort of like, "eat and run."
Carlos was not gay "bow-wow" duty. He was quality, even though Antonio was better. Being at my sexual peak, my brain was surrounded by Mexican pubic hair, thus testing gringo lunacy. With no hesitation - I returned his text message."
I'll be home after 6:00, you have the address. Stop by and fuck me into overdrive."
"Did you say - Overdrive?" a reply came immediately back.
"Yeah, but it's just something to say."
"Sounds good to me – I have a built in solution, so plan on it."