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viernes, 20 de octubre de 2017

One night

   His body was just perfection: tight in all the right places, soft skin, a beautiful natural smell and a taste anyone would love to enjoy. I had met him only a couple of hours before, in a bar. We had chatted for a long while after a group of his friends had left him alone and my only friend in the world had cancelled on our plans to spend a night together talking about our past and present and then wondering about our future. But her work was first in her life and I’ve learned to cope with that.

 It had happened before, so I ordered a tall drink with various liquors and just enjoyed the music and the view: that bar in particular was well known for being a very attractive spot for young gay men that wanted to be seen and older gay men that wanted to look at them and something more. Granted, I’m not old enough to be qualified as “older” and I’m certainly not what the younger guys are looking for, but we have decided on that place with my friend to try something different.

 One of my favorite pastimes is to watch people live around me, just walk by, wherever I happen to be: a park, a bar, an office or the supermarket. I just love imagining how what they are doing fits into their lives.  It doesn’t really matter whether they are men or women. Even looking at children is pretty funny and kind of different. That may sound creepy but I guess people are too accustomed not to care about others, so they decide what I do is wrong in some way, as if it was a problem to use your eyes and ears.

 I saw Brandon (he told me to call him “Bran”), an hour after I had started to drink and talk to the barman. That meant I had already drank at least three cocktails and two beers when our eyes locked and he decided to look at me while he chatted with his friends and even when he stood up and danced for a while on the dance floor. He’s younger than me but taller and fitter. He looks like the kind of guys that goes to bars in order to get a wealthy “daddy” or something like that.

 It was pretty surprising to see how, after most of his friends left, he walked to the sit next to mine and asked for a very sweet cocktail. I don’t really like those so I kind of smiled and he noticed it. We just started talking right there, flirting along the way. I looked every single millimeter of his face and I couldn’t find anything wrong with it. I assumed he was an actor or a model or something of the sorts. It was obvious he took care of himself. The clothes he was wearing were expensive, I had seen similar ones on stores and hadn’t been able to buy them or properly wear them.

 As closing time grew closer, sexual tension arose. I was kind of drunk by then and I could see he was too. It was probably because leaner guys are least resistant to alcohol but that’s just my theory, which I have proven to be true more often than not. Besides, I was really used to drinking Friday nights, it was almost a recurrent thing for me. Which was different was the fact that I was drinking in a bar and not sitting in front of the TV watching some old movie in my underwear, with my cat Michael sleeping on top of my belly.

Bran, out of nowhere, put his hand right on top of my penis, over my pants. He started caressing it, looking at me straight into my eyes, as if he dared me to push him off or have sex right dare, in front of the crowd. I didn’t move or looked away. He eventually stopped to go to the bathroom. I paid while he was away and when he came back I told him we could go to my place and have a better night than in that bar. He didn’t required convincing at all. He just claimed his jacket and we walked.

 I find it kind of strange, but we spoke about many things on our way from the bar to my house. It was a fifteen minute walk but it felt much longer, as we wondered about the people in the bar, the “daddies” and the “twinks” we had seen there and all the curious characters coming and leaving during the night. It was as if we thought we weren’t part of that freak show but we just knew we were and it didn’t bother us. Bran seemed so grounded for such a young man. He made me feel old but wise.

 Once we got to my place, he entered first and started caressing Michael the minute he saw him. Bran loved my cat and Michael was the strange kind of cat that loved to be petted by men and not by women. Maybe that’s because I raised him and he just grew used to me bringing guys to the apartment or maybe his just a very particular cat. It might even be that I overthink too much about why my cat does things and how he does them. It doesn’t really matter. The point is his a guy magnet.

 I grabbed two cold beers from the fridge, gave one to Bran and asked him to join me on the couch. It wasn’t long before he was at it again, doing the same thing he did in the bar but panting a bit, just before we started kissing. He eventually sat on my lap, beers on the table, and we kissed and hugged and caressed each other for a good long time. We ignored Michael’s meows and the sound of an ambulance passing by. His hair on my fingers felt great, as his body gently pressed against mine. It was a difficult offer to resist, so I just didn’t.

 I kissed him on the cheek and asked him to go to the bedroom. Once we were in, I closed the door in order for Michael to stay away. I didn’t like my pet to witness my sexual feats, no matter how wonderful they were. And Bran was, by far, the most beautiful man that I had ever brought home. He was taller but also softer; he was gorgeous but also interesting. After I closed the door, I grabbed him by the waist and gently unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a small tattoo on his right shoulder blade.

 It was a video game character, looking at me, inviting me to play with him. That detail made me smile and stop for a second. He turned around, confused and I explained my pause. He smiled back and we resumed our kissing. I undressed him and he undressed me and in minutes we were completely naked, enjoying each other’s bodies on top of my blankets. Again, his smell was subtle but perfect. The taste of his lips was special, as if he had never kissed before. It was almost magical.

 He went down first and I found myself being contradicted: his lips sad one thing but other parts of his body told a much different story.  He made me smile, moan and sighed uncontrollably. He came back up and we kissed and then it was my turn. As expected, every single part of Bran’s body was made of dreams or stars because he was just incredible. Even now, days after it happened, I find myself having a hard time wrapping my head around such a special man.

 I made love to him for a long while and he seemed to enjoy every single second of it. I wanted more kisses and he seemed to want exactly that. Our understanding on that level was just amazing, so much so that we seemed to anticipate the other’s movements by seconds, making the evening a perfect fragment of time for both of us. When we both finished, we cleaned up a bit and I invited him to sleep as we were, hugging if possible. He smiled and fell asleep in seconds on my chest.

 When I woke up, he was still sleeping. The morning light made him look even more perfect. I knew something strange was to blame for such an encounter by I decided not to doubt it and just let it end on a high note. And it did, hours after, having breakfast together, talking a bit more.


 We didn’t exchange numbers or emails, not even social media nicknames. He knows where I live and I know the bar he likes. We might run into each other again but it might not be as special as that night was. And that’s fine. We made each other happy for a moment and that’s more than enough.

sábado, 12 de noviembre de 2016

Takua Hotel

   The premise of the island was that any person in the world could get anything they wanted there. There was no limit for what the people that managed the place could provide. It could be someone to spend the holidays with or a really great adventure, the best sex of your life or maybe something that most people wouldn’t even think about. Everything was on the table or, at least, that was what the brochure said. David was very nervous on the plane, trying to figure out if he had done the right thing by spending so much money on that vacation.

 When the plane landed, his worries were soon a thing of the past. As people descended to the tarmac, it was impossible not to see the beautiful waters that surrounded the main island in the atoll and the lush and exotic vegetation all over the place. All the people that were in the plane were also watching and even taking pictures. David was going to imitate them but then a woman that worked for the hotel arrived in front of them and greeted them. She asked everyone to follow her and so they did, to what would be the terminal of the landing strip.

 The flight that had just ended was a private one, only for the people that had paid to live the experience of the Takua hotel. The journey had been very long from home, but David was very excited now and looking forward to everything the trip had to offer. When everyone was in the room, the woman told them that all electronic devices were barred from the island in order to have a better experience. So they needed people to put all of those objects in a small locker right there in the terminal. They would be able to open them with their electronic bracelets the day of their departure.

 Everyone complied and five minutes later they were in the docks just outside the terminal. The woman told them that, as everyone hadn’t come to have the same experience, they would not be staying in the same areas of the hotel. Some would go to the lagoon, others to the main island and the forest and others to an artificial island, which was on the other side of the atoll. Three boats were ready and she called people one by one, reading from a list. Once everyone was ready she reminded them to follow instructions and to have a nice stay. The boats departed as she waved to them.

 The boat ride was short for David. Apparently he would stay in the cabins that were located in the main island, surrounded by the lush forest. When they arrived there, another hotel person greeted them. Her name was Valery and she asked them to ask any questions they could have. Someone then asked when would their experience begin. She smiled at the question and told them that it would begin differently for everyone. She gave everyone yellow bracelets with a number and told them to go find their rooms, luggage would be already there.

 David got a nice cabin that was as close to the water as it was to the forest. The only thing that he didn’t like was the fact that bugs may enter his room but he was assured, the following day, that there were no bugs in the island. He thought that was weird, but he didn’t dwell on it. The first night was great: the bed was just perfect, as was the weather. He had regained the energy he had lost through travel and he was ready to meet his experience, whatever that was. The first thing he did was shower and then go to the breakfast buffet because he was starving.

 As he was choosing some fruit, he noticed there was only one remaining passion fruit and he loved that fruit. So he grabbed it but then someone else wanted the fruit too. Their hands touched and they both recoiled as if the had been burned. He looked at the guy and David was instantly attracted to him. It was a very strange feeling because he had never seen that person before but, somehow, he felt he really liked him. David asked him to take the fruit; he could have it some other time. The guy wanted him to take it. Finally, they both had passion fruit as more was served in a second.

 They decided to sit together, as they both had come by themselves. Actually, everyone in that place was alone or meeting people there, which maybe had something to do with their desires. But David was not thinking too much about that. He was asking the guy his name and where he had come from. His name was Michel and he was from Paris but his parents were immigrants from Africa. He started telling David his story and it was so interesting that David didn’t notice all the food from the buffet had been taken away because of the hour.

 They decided to keep talking, walking around the island, discovering the place together. David confessed that he didn’t really know what he had wanted to achieve by coming to the island because he wasn’t even sure of what he was looking for or what it was that he wanted from life. Michel told him he was more certain than that but that he was open to anything that could happen in life. He wanted a better job for himself but also to please his family by getting together with someone and having a family or something like that.

 Both men decided to meet again later for dinner and so they did. The mood was strangely romantic but nothing really happened besides a lot of flirting and maybe holding hands for a short time. David was very happy, as he had not been in a long time. He felt as if he had gone back in time, just as a boy in school who is excited about meeting people and having their first crush, That was exactly how it felt and it was very strange but he intended to enjoy it thoroughly.

 His stay was of one week. And he spent almost everyday with Michel. They explored the island together by foot, kissed in the middle of the jungle and swam together in the lagoon, playing around with seashells and other things they found. David loved to watch Michel swimming and then walking towards him, dripping water. Somehow, that was very sexy to him. By the fourth night, David let Michel into his bedroom and they made love. It was very particular but even sex felt better there, it felt much more natural, easier if it makes senses.

 They both noticed it and they talked about it the next day in bed. They kissed a lot and then had breakfast in the buffet. But then, something really weird happened. Valeria, the woman who had greeted them the day they had arrived, approached them on the restaurant and told Michel that he had a “penalty point” because he hadn’t registered into his room the night before. David didn’t believe what she was saying. But then again, other people from the hotel’s staff, were apparently having the same conversation with other guests.

 Michel responded to her saying that he had the best sex of his life that night, so not following those rules had been a good idea. The woman didn’t laugh or seemed even annoyed by the comment. She just repeated that he had that “penalty” and that if it happened again, he would be “invited to leave the island”. And then she left, leaving them with their mouths open and wondering if that had been just to play with them or an actual thing that hotel had. It was a very weird situation but they forgot about it later, during sex in Michel’s room.

 They decided to respect the rules but not fully: they would have sex in each other’s rooms but not during the night. They would go have something to eat or hike or swim after that. The truth was that both of them had the best week of their lives there. When time come to leave, people from the hotel told everyone that each person would be picked up individually in their rooms with their luggage and then taken to the landing strip by boat. They came for David just after lunch, which he had with Michel. He was not on the boat and then, not in the plane.


 Everyone was leaving at the same time, that’s how it worked. But why was the plane taking off without Michel. Maybe he had forgotten to take his phone from the locker or something. But as the plane flew over the island one last time, the guy besides him smiled and asked: “¿You thought it was real, right?”. And David realized that that was exactly what had happened. He had bought into the hotel’s experience and now he had the best memories with someone that wasn’t real. Or was he?

miércoles, 5 de octubre de 2016

Una vez y otra más

   Mientras me ponía los pantalones y apretaba el cinturón, escuché ruidos que venían de afuera de la habitación. Me di cuenta entonces que él no había salido al baño sino que se había ido a otra parte del apartamento. Seguí mirando el sitio con curiosidad ya que me gustaba bastante por donde estaba ubicado, como estaba arreglado y por la espectacular vista de la ciudad que había por la ventana. A pesar de ser tan temprano en la mañana, no había nada de la usual neblina. En cambio se alcanzaba a ver por varios kilómetros y era algo hermoso.

 Terminé de vestirme, revisé tener la billetera y mi celular y salí de la habitación con cierta rapidez. Normalmente nunca me quedaba en la casa de nadie hasta tan tarde y tenía que llegar a la mía, en la que no vivía solo. No es que a mi compañera de apartamento le importara mucho a que hora llegara o cuando pero a mi cerebro le gustaba pretender que era algo importante. Creo que me hacía creer que estaba siendo responsable de alguna manera aunque eso no tenía el más mínimo sentido. Me detuvo un momento frente a un espejo de cuerpo entero en el pasillo.

 Me peiné como pude, aunque mi cabello no parecía tener muchas ganas de hacer lo que yo quisiera. Para eso debería haberme duchado, algo que él había ofrecido pero, de nuevo, yo solo quería irme. Me arreglé la ropa un poco y seguí caminando hacia lo que era la salita del apartamento. Me gustaba mucho esa zona porque el techo era en bajada por ser en el último piso. Había una viga de madera que le daba cierta personalidad al espacio. La vista desde allí era igual de increíble. Por un momento me pregunté cuanto dinero ganaría él en su trabajo.

 Me asustó al aparecer de la nada. O bueno, por aparecer del lado al que yo no estaba mirando. La cocina estaba de ese lado y no debía haberme sorprendido tanto pero pegué un salto bastante exagerado y le hice caer al suelo un vaso de jugo de naranja que llevaba. El liquido se expandió por todo el suelo, manchando también una pared y una linda alfombra de estilo persa que tenía debajo de la mesa de centro de la sala. Mi reacción inmediata fue de vergüenza. Me agaché a recoger los vidrios y el me dijo que no me preocupara por ello.

 Fue cuando vino con la escoba, el recogedor y un trapo, cuando me di cuenta de algo: él seguía sin ropa, tal como había salido de la habitación. Por alguna tonta razón, eso me hizo sentir incomodo, a pesar de que ya lo había visto desnudo por un buen rato. Me sentí infantil al rato, cuando me di cuenta de cómo me había sentido. Fue una sucesión de sentimientos y pensamientos que ocurrieron en un espacio de tiempo muy pequeño. Y él, sin decir nada, se puso a limpiar el jugo regado y a recorred los vidrios con gran habilidad.

 Como yo no podía o no quería hablar, no pude decirle que no se molestara con el jugo. Por eso volvió y me sirvió un vaso y me invitó a tomarlo en la sala. Hice algo un poco grosero que fue tomar todo el contenido del vaso, sin respirar, en unos pocos segundos. Estiré la mano para darle el vaso y él me lo recibió un poco impresionado. Me dirigí hacia la puerta con cuidado, tratando de no pisar las partes pegajosas del piso o cualquier partícula que brillara. Cuando llegué a la puerta principal, fui a decir algo para despedirme pero un trueno en el exterior me calló.

 De repente, sin previo aviso, una lluvia torrencial empezó a caer afuera. Me quedé mirando la ventana con la boca abierta y luego, sin pensarlo mucho, mis ojos pasaron a la silueta de su cuerpo contra la poca luz que entraba por la ventana. De verdad que era un tipo muy lindo, su cuerpo me gustaba mucho y, había que decirlo, era muy cariñoso. Moví los ojos hacia otro punto y entonces dije, casi gritando, que ya me iba y que pediría un taxi en la recepción del edificio.

 Él me miró y me dijo, con total tranquilidad, que podía quedarme el tiempo que quisiera. Y como por lanzar un pequeño dardo, agregó que nadie me estaba echando. Eso me hizo sentir muy mal porque él tenía razón al decirlo. Me estaba comportando como un jovencito y no como un hombre adulto. Así que por eso, por la culpa, caminé hacia él y le pregunté si lo podía ayudar a limpiar. Él me dijo que quedaría un poco pegajoso por un tiempo pero que no tenía ganas de limpiar en ese momento, que lo haría más tarde con productos de limpieza como tal.

 Caminó entonces a la cocina para botar los pedazos de vidrio y me dejó solo mirando la lluvia que caía como si el cielo se hubiese roto. Me quedé allí de pie por un buen rato hasta que me di cuenta que me estaba comportando de manera rara de nuevo. Así que me senté en el sofá que había allí y me quité la chaqueta. De alguna manera hacía más calor en el apartamento que el que seguramente hacia fuera. Entre la lluvia podía ver árboles y eso me hizo pensar en mis decisiones, en mi vida, en lo que hacía y en lo que no.

 Rompió mi pensamiento el ruido de vidrio. Esta vez él había puesto dos vasos de jugo sobre portavasos en la mesita de centro, así como un plato con lo que parecían croissants pequeñitos. Me dijo que algunos tenían queso y otros chocolates. Se sentó desnudo a mi lado y tomó uno de los croissants y un vaso de jugo. Empezó a comer sin decir nada, solo mirando por la ventana y nada más. Yo decidí hacer lo mismo, a ver si eso rompía el hielo que yo había formado con mi mala actitud. Me di cuenta que no quería irme sin dejar las cosas bien. No tengo ni idea porqué.

 Le pregunté cuanto pagaba de arriendo. Era una pregunta un poco rara para hacerle a alguien que casi no conocía. Al fin y al cabo nos habíamos visto en contadas ocasiones. Sin embargo, el sonrió y me hizo recordar que esa era otra cosa que me gustaba mucho de él. Me contó que el apartamento era de su padre y que, al morir, se lo había heredado directamente a él. Es decir, solo pagaba servicios y nada más. No sabía si decir algo positivo o decir que sentía lo de su padre. Opté por lo segundo.

 Él negó con la cabeza, todavía sonriendo, y me dijo que siempre había tenido una relación bastante especial con su padre y que había sido su manera de decir que confiaba en él. No insistí en el tema pero ciertamente me pareció muy interesante. Le dije que me gustaba mucho la vista y él respondió que lo sabía. Eso me hizo sonrojar y pensar en que había hecho yo para que él se diera cuenta de ello. Tal vez en la habitación me había quedado mirando hacia el exterior en algunas ocasiones. Me dio mucha vergüenza pensarlo.

 Entonces el me tocó la cara y me dijo que le gustaba como me veía con la luz que había en la habitación. Seguí rojo porque no esperaba que dijera algo así. No le agradecí porque sentí que eso no hubiese tenido sentido. La lluvia siguió cayendo mientras terminamos la comida y la bebida. No se detenía por nada y yo me resigné a que simplemente no iba a tener una mañana de domingo como las de siempre, en la que permanecía metido en la cama hasta bien tarde, cuando me daban ganas de pedir algún domicilio de una comida no muy sana.

 Él entonces me dijo que se disculpaba si me parecía un poco raro que no se vistiera pero es que así se la pasaba todos los domingos. Me confesó que no se bañaba en esos días y que por nada del mundo salía a la calle. Le gustaba usar el domingo para adelantarse en series de televisión o películas que no hubiera podido ver antes. Yo le dije que hacía lo mismo y empezamos hablar de las series que nos gustaban y porqué. Resultó que estábamos viendo la misma y que teníamos las mismas ideas respecto a los personajes y sus intrigas.


 Cuando la conversación se detuvo, me invitó a ver un capitulo en el televisor de su habitación. Acepté y nos pusimos de pie para caminar hacia allí. Casi cuando llegamos, me detuve frente a la puerta del baño y le pregunté, de la nada, si podía bañarme ahora, ya que lo había ofrecido antes. Me dijo que sí y yo, sin decir nada, lo tomé de la mano y terminamos juntos bajo el agua caliente de la ducha. Hicimos de nuevo el amor y luego vimos televisión. Y hoy puedo decir que he estado viniendo a este apartamento por los últimos dos años. Las cosas pasan como tienen que pasar.

sábado, 16 de abril de 2016

Hand between thighs

   When Alan woke up, he felt a hand lodged right between his thighs, centimeters away from his genitals. He froze as soon as he open his eyes and realized he didn’t really knew what had happened the night before. Not minding the hand or the soft breathing next to him, he tried to remember where he was exactly and what had he done to get there.

 He remembered going to his friend Amelia’s house as she had organized a party for her boyfriend, who had recently came back to the country after working with an NGO for several months in Africa. Alan had always thought Julio, Amelia’s boyfriend, was very handsome and kind and he always told her that if he had been gay, he would have been the one to get him. Amelia always responded to this by laughing and saying, “Right, you wish”. She had cooked some things, bought other things and had bought lots to drink for the many people that were coming.

 At first, it had been a nice little gathering of people and, as it was a surprise party, it had been really nice when Julio had come in and he was truly surprised to see so many people there. Alan ate a lot and then began to drink, just like the rest of the people. Music slowly changed throughout the night and after midnight they were already dancing all over the place. Everyone was having fun. And that’s all Alan could remember clearly. Memories become blurry after that.

 He turned around his head to the left and realized, although the hand between his thighs was a good indicator, that he was naked. His clothes were all over the floor, his underwear on top of a shoe that wasn’t his. He turned around his head to the right and expected not to see whoever it was awake but he wasn’t. He had his eyes closed and he was a very cute guy. Cuter than most men he had ever had sex with. But no matter how hard he tried; he couldn’t remember who he was.

 After dancing had begun, he thought he remembered drinking a lot more. He probably mixed liquors and that’s why his head didn’t feel so good. And his stomach wasn’t too great either. He closed his eyes for a while and tried to think about what he should do. He ended up remembering a conversation with Julio about some political issue in Africa and with Amelia about how hot someone was. He didn’t really remember who he was talking about but he remembered saying something about an ass.

 Carefully, he lifted the bed sheet to see it if the guy’s ass made him remember anything else but it didn’t. It was nice though and he couldn’t help but appreciating that the guy slept on his chest and with his face towards him. He almost laughed at this stupid thought but he contained himself and realized it was probably time to go.

 The hand was the most difficult part.  The best way to do it was to make him move the hand instead of Alan taking it and moving it himself. So he just moved his legs and feet a bit and that made the guy turn his head around and remove his hand from where it was, instead putting it right under his body. Alan waited for further movement but it didn’t happen, so as silently as he could, he got out of the bed.

 He suddenly had a string urge to sneeze and grab his nose just in the right way not to make a big noise. He had a bit of a dust allergy and he realized the floor was not precisely spotless. There were little balls of dust here and there and he decided to get his clothes fast, before he needed to sneeze again. He grabbed his underwear first, then one sock that was on the bed, then his pants on top of the other guy’s shirt. His shirt was on a chair, as well as his jacket and, finally, his other sock on the nightstand near the possible owner of the room.

 Alan realized two things right there: that he might not be in that guy’s place and that he had no idea where his shoes were. He looked beneath the bed and under every piece of clothing still on the floor but he couldn’t find anything. So if they weren’t there, they had to be outside. Hoping not to have to wake up the guy, he grabbed the door handle and pushed as slowly as he could. The door didn’t make a noise and he closed it with care.

 Effectively, his shoes were on the corridor outside. He got dressed right there and in a few seconds he was clothed and walking to the main door. The apartment was nice, although a bit dusty too in the social areas. There was an opened bottle of wine on the coffee table and two glasses. Those were probably theirs and that really explained why Alan had such a need to eat something or vomit. He had never been a good wine drinker and realized he must have been really drunk to accept wine.

 He put on his shoes right on the door, checked his jacket for his wallet and cellphone and when he felt them, he opened the door, got out and closed without minding the slamming sound. He was out anyway, so he didn’t really care anymore. He walked towards an elevator and press the down button and then had a memory, a confusing one, of having kissed someone in an elevator recently. Not a surprise.

 When the elevator opened, a woman not much older than Alan came out and greeted him. He walked into the elevator and, just as the doors were closing, he saw she was standing in front of the apartment he had just left and was looking for her keys. He opened his mouth in surprise and wondered who she might have been.

 Moments later, on the street, he quickly knew where he was and where he had to walk to catch a bus towards his house. It was very early and it was, if Alan remembered correctly, a Saturday. So that explained why the woman was visiting he guy he had been with. Maybe it was his sister. Or maybe it was a friend that had keys, but that didn’t really make any sense. Or she could have been his roommate. After all, he remembered seeing a couple of closed doors. If only he could remember anything about his likely conversation with him.

 When he got to the bus stop, he tried to straighten his hair and look a bit less “hangover” in the face. But that was probably impossible so he just sat in the small metal bench and waited for his bus. He checked the number on his cellphone and then realized he maybe used the phone the night before. So he checked for pictures and, he certainly had many of those but not the kind he was hoping for.

 He almost dropped the phone and had to lower the brightness of the screen so no one else could see, even if he was alone at the bus stop. There were five pictures and in all of them he was having what looked like great sex with the guy he had woken up next to. He certainly didn’t remember that but then something woke up some of his neurons: in one of pictures, he could see the guy had a tattoo of a Celtic symbol on his arm. He remembered having talked about it but not with whom. Probably that guy…

 He knew he said he knew what the symbol meant and he did: it was about eternity and everlasting energy or something like that. Maybe that had been his so-called “pick up line”. Alan didn’t really use those but maybe it had worked that way for him. He also had a couple of pictures in the party but that he remembered very well because they had been taken early in the night.

 The bus arrived; he passed his card and then sat down in the back row. He looked at people and cars and dogs as the bus took him home and when he finally got there he just took off his clothes again and got in bed. But he couldn’t really fall asleep. He was still thinking of the guy and how guilty he felt not knowing who he was, at least a name or something about their conversation or what the sex was like.


 He really was an attractive guy so Alan wondered how he made it happen. Maybe the guy was desperate or maybe Alan had some charm he didn’t even know was there. Maybe he should have stayed in that bed, with that hand between his thighs in order to know more about that guy and possibly about himself. What harm could it have done?