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…I peered out through the streaky glass at the glow of the city

lights and wondered if I‟d someday make enough money to have a real
view. The surprising, and scary, answer to that musing was I actually
might. My employer recognized my talent.

I was just about to tuck my toes under the sheet when, for no real

reason, a movement on the other side of the narrow alley drew my
attention. I yawned as the lights in the apartment across the way and
down a story went out. The lower half of the window rose about six to
eight inches and a pair of male hands set a block to keep it from falling
closed. The hands, now unseen, pushed the sheer curtains apart to
allow what little breeze stirred this night entrance to his room. Naked,
he flopped down on his bed, his back arched as he stretched his arms
over his head.

Why I didn‟t crawl between the sheets and go to sleep will forever

remain a mystery. I never aspired to be a peeping Tommy. I might
watch a little gay porn now and again, but what poor deprived country
boy hadn‟t resorted to the joys of the Internet to get by until he could
find a real man? That didn‟t make me a pervert. Unlike a few of the
tricks I‟d had since arriving in lower Manhattan, I didn‟t even like to
have sex in public places. But in the blink of an eye, I became a
voyeur…

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At The Southern Cross

The Back Stairs

Beneath Dark Stars

Between The Moon And The Deep Blue Sea

A Cat Named Hercules

December Promise

Double Deuce

Give Me One Night

A Hard Habit To Break

Highway Nights

In The Limelight

Netting Neptune

Night Moves

No One But You

Open Roads

Poseidon’s Pleasure

Seducing Light

Shine A Light

Small Town Boys

Sundown

Taming Triton

Tango In The Night

The Victory Series

What You Don’t Confess

Whispered Confessions

EYE OF

THE BEHOLDER

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KC KENDRICKS

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http://www.AmberQuill.com

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This book is a work of fiction.

All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the

author‟s imagination, or have been used fictitiously.

Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales,

or events is entirely coincidental.

Amber Quill Press, LLC

http://www.AmberQuill.com

All rights reserved.

No portion of this book may be transmitted or

reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in

writing from the publisher, with the exception of brief

excerpts used for the purposes of review.

Copyright © 2012 by KC Kendricks

ISBN 978-1-61124-243-0

Cover Art © 2012 Trace Edward Zaber

PUBLISHED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

To all those who observe, unseen

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EYE OF THE BEHOLDER

When I was a boy, I dreamed of the big city, which, at the time,

was a little speck on the map called Fraser‟s Crossing. I never
knew if a real Fraser had ever lived there. Maybe the town got its
name from someone drowning at the river ford. Or from a fugitive
hanged at the old crossroads a hundred years ago. Yes, I had an
overactive imagination as a youngster, the kind that made the old
men shake their heads, chuckle softly, then mutter, “That Ben
won‟t amount to nothing.”

I fooled them all, even my grandfather.
These days, I‟m the one to look back and laugh. I‟d taken my

flights of fancy and love of computers and combined them into one
sweet way to make a living as a graphic artist. I‟d turned a few
posters for the small businesses in Fraser‟s Crossing into a job at

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the Daily Mail in Harrisville. That got me noticed by the publisher
of the Reystown Herald and out of Arkansas, and my eyes were
opened. I set my sight, heart, mind and soul on New York City,
and I made it.

And I made the guy in the apartment across the hall the night

before he moved out.

And the sexy ticket seller at Loews downtown before they fired

him.

And the cute little blond twink at the gym twice before I

realized he was insatiable and might just cause my heart to
explode.

New York City was a blank screen, one I could design with

men, and I tried to fill all the empty pixels in the first month.
Needless to say, I was just about worn out and I rather felt like my
wild oats were all sown. It was time for a real dinner, a quiet
evening, and a good night‟s sleep. I shut down my computer,
straightened my desk and waved goodbye to the last person left in
the office on this Friday night. The boys over at my favorite haunt
on Christopher Street would have to get by without me tonight.
And maybe I‟d do better without them.

I made a foray to the local market on my way home and filled a

basket with enough goodies to get me through the weekend. If the
weatherman proved correct, I wouldn‟t want to leave my apartment
on Sunday, even to search for food. Once home, I fixed a plate
with several different kinds of cheese, olives, grapes and crackers,
and partnered it with a little white wine.

My apartment was small, maybe six hundred square feet,

having one big room and a bath. I‟d decided to forgo buying a lot
of useless furniture in favor of a decent bed and a flat screen
television. Suffice it to say the bed was central to my existence.

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I carried my evening repast to my luxury “couch,” also known

as the side of the bed I didn‟t sleep on. My “dinette” set was a
scrounged balcony bistro set a couple in the next building put out
on the curb with a free tag taped on it. I carried it into the alley,
used a little spray paint, and had an instant dining room.

I settled back against the bed-lounger pillow to relax with an

old movie. At least I finished eating before the wine did me in. I
woke a few minutes before midnight without seeing the end of the
first movie or the beginning of the second.

Groaning like Granddad, I rolled off the bed and carried the

empty plate and wine glass to the sink to give them a quick wash. I
didn‟t have a lot of dishes, so I had to keep everything clean. Then
it was a quick trip to the head, toss my dirty clothes in the laundry
basket, and lights out. I flipped the comforter back and perched on
the edge of the mattress.

I‟d chosen to sleep on the side of the bed beside the one and

only window in the apartment. I might have made a different
decision if the window faced east, but it didn‟t. I peered out
through the streaky glass at the glow of the city lights and
wondered if I‟d someday make enough money to have a real view.
The surprising, and scary, answer to that musing was I actually
might. My employer recognized my talent.

I was just about to tuck my toes under the sheet when, for no

real reason, a movement on the other side of the narrow alley drew
my attention. I yawned as the lights in the apartment across the
way and down a story went out. The lower half of the window rose
about six to eight inches and a pair of male hands set a block to
keep it from falling closed. The hands, now unseen, pushed the
sheer curtains apart to allow what little breeze stirred this night
entrance to his room. Naked, he flopped down on his bed, his back

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arched as he stretched his arms over his head.

Why I didn‟t crawl between the sheets and go to sleep will

forever remain a mystery. I never aspired to be a peeping Tommy.
I might watch a little gay porn now and again, but what poor
deprived country boy hadn‟t resorted to the joys of the Internet to
get by until he could find a real man? That didn‟t make me a
pervert. Unlike a few of the tricks I‟d had since arriving in lower
Manhattan, I didn‟t even like to have sex in public places. But in
the blink of an eye, I became a voyeur.

I suppose I was surprised to be able to see him so clearly, but I

didn‟t give it much thought. Hell, who could think? Not me. I
could only watch and ache as my cock swelled.

He was beautiful. His face was shrouded in shadow, but the

city lights revealed his lean, toned body in all its well-formed
splendor, cast in liquid silver. He stretched a second time, and I
longed to trail my fingertips over the long lines of his torso. I
cupped my balls and settled them in a more comfortable position,
then stroked my shaft. Arousal teased my nerve endings before it
shrieked through me as the man on the bed ran his hands over his
thighs.

The inside of my thighs prickled. I soothed the skin, rubbing

gently. The hair on my legs was rough under my palms. Were his
thighs dusted with hair, or did he have a darker pelt like mine? I
followed his path as he caressed the softer skin where leg blended
to hip, sliding my fingertips down the valley and in alongside my
sac. My dick throbbed, but until he stroked the dark rod that rested
on his pale abdomen, I couldn‟t give in to the temptation to reach
for relief.

I groaned as the man flipped over onto his belly and wiggled

his hips, the perfect muscular mounds of his buttocks alabaster in

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the starlight. He spread his legs, knees well apart. How could he do
that to me?

Was that a movement in the shadows behind him? Heart

pounding, I froze, fearing my presence would be detected by this
second man, who eased between the man‟s open thighs, his sizable
boner pointing straight out at my phantom lover‟s ass.

I forgot how to breathe as the new man poured something from

a container into the palm of his hand, then caressed those lovely
white globes, dipping low into private spaces. He gripped the first
man‟s hips and pulled him up to his knees. His tool rode against
the man‟s ass, then ever so slowly vanished from view. I fisted my
cock and pumped, rapidly approaching the edge. I sucked in a
lungful of air and stopped, transfixed as they changed position.

They were on their knees now with the man of silver‟s back

pressed tightly to his impaler‟s chest. The top thrust into him with
an easy steady rhythm. I strained to catch a glimpse of the
bottom‟s dick, but his arm, moving in rhythm with each thrust,
blocked my sight. Silver‟s head dropped back. They kissed, a long,
passionate melding of mouths. I stretched out my legs and rolled
the velvety skin that covered my shaft over the hard inner core.

I was beyond them now. They filled my vision, but the heat

coiling inside my belly burned too hotly. My arm met their pace
and matched it. I panted, struggling to breathe and keep from
surging ahead of them. They faltered, the man in front falling
forward onto all fours.

My balls tingled. The scent of my own musk rose from

between my sticky fingertips.

The top shoved his hips forward and hung there, spine arched

and head back. Deep inside me, the dam broke and I came, falling
into a sparkling, airless darkness. Hot, wet drops landed on my

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belly and slid into the nest of hair at the base of my cock. I tried to
stay in the warm cocoon of pleasure, but already the rapid pulses
of orgasm faded. I blinked the sweat out of my eyes and focused
my blurry vision on the two men across the narrow alley.

They sprawled on the bed in a jumble of arms and legs. A

lighter flared, momentarily casting the face of the top into stark
golden light. The tip of a cigarette glowed orange and hot, then the
smoker perched on the edge of the mattress, his hands busy in the
shadows between his legs. I recognized the posture as the one
assumed for condom removal.

I‟d intruded, and that simple gesture that showed they cared

enough to protect each other said how much. I grabbed a tissue,
wiped off, and lay down. I tugged the sheet up and rolled over to
face away from the window. I hoped the next time they got down
and dirty they‟d keep the curtains closed and not tempt me again.

Liar.

* * *

The city held myriad attractions on Saturday mornings. The

mercury would probably rise above my comfort zone by mid-
afternoon, so I needed to get an early start. I‟d been here for only a
few weeks, but it had taken only a few days to learn the city streets
in August were brutal.

I had a list of all the touristy things to see in New York, and

while I‟d crossed off a few places, the list didn‟t look any shorter.
With the heat index being upwardly revised by the minute, I
decided it would be a good day to check out a museum—one with
lots of cool air conditioning. The server at the local caffeine dealer
was a good source of information, and we‟d gotten quite chatty in

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the last couple of weeks. I sensed a budding friendship, but it was
the kind of thing that had to happen organically. Rushing it ruined
it. Anyway, Bobby would know what was happening where this
weekend.

Only he wasn‟t there. I stared at the new fellow behind the

counter with equal amounts of dismay, curiosity, and speculation.
My, my, but this guy had aged well. Not that he was old, just older
than my twenty-five years. He might have been all the way to
forty. I strolled up to the counter and glanced at his nametag. “Hi,
Andy. Are you new here?”

He smiled at me, and I pegged him for straight. Too bad.
“I am, and I‟m not. The owner is a friend, and he needed

someone to fill in for a few shifts. I volunteered. What can I get for
you?”

I ordered a large black coffee.
He smiled at me. “Coming right up…”
“Ben.”
Andy nodded, and I checked out his rear end as he turned away

to prepare my morning fix. Nice ass, but then New York is full of
nice butts. I accepted the steaming Styrofoam cup with murmured
thanks and a question.

“What‟s the „in‟ thing to see today, Andy?”
He asked how long I‟d be in the city, and I explained I was a

new resident. He nodded.

“So many things to see, so little time. I remember it well.” He

paused and tapped his fingers on the counter. “Some sort of
classical music at noon at Bryant Park or folk music at Strawberry
Fields.”

I slurped my coffee. “I was thinking more along the lines of

being inside and cool, not outside and sweating.”

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“There‟s a 1940s film festival up at one of the Lincoln Square

theaters.”

That might actually work. I‟d hop a train and check it out. If it

didn‟t have any appeal when I got there, I could wander over to
Central Park and people watch from a shady spot. Maybe
something tall, sexy and gay that I could charm into going Dutch
treat on dinner would saunter by. I lifted my cup and thanked Andy
for his help.

It was a fine Saturday—blue sky, warm breeze, sunshine—so I

decided to walk for a bit. Somewhere between 22nd Street and
Lincoln Square, I allowed the beautiful day to distract me. I ended
up at Bryant Park, on a shady bench, happy as a lark watching all
the people, listening to the violins, and breathing the rarified air of
the city.

Back home, they thought I was crazy to move to New York

City, but I was saner than any of them. Everything was different
here—air, water and especially the energy. Sitting on that bench
was like plugging myself into a battery charger. I stayed there
snapping inspiration pictures with my cell phone until my butt
went numb and my stomach demanded food.

Besides, it had gotten August hot, and I was ready to go

hibernate in a cold, dark spot like my apartment. I could fix a
snack, take a nap, and be ready for some Saturday night action if I
decided to go back out when it cooled off.

But once I got home and stripped down to my underwear,

taking a shower and going back out seemed like too much work.
I‟d met a few guys who maybe one day I‟d call friends, but we
weren‟t that close yet. I didn‟t feel the burning need to spend every
Saturday night with them, hopping from bar to bar and club to
club.

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I wasn‟t a skilled chef, but I could cook well enough to survive.

I delved into my purchases of the night before and my meager
pantry, and decided to fix some chicken with lemon rice. It was
simple enough, quick and easy, just the way I liked a recipe to be.
It also made enough to put half of the amount in the fridge for
tomorrow night, a win-win deal.

By the time my meal was ready, I‟d rubbed what remained of

the lemon I‟d juiced all over the countertops in the kitchen to make
the apartment smell fresh and clean. The citrus tang made me a
little homesick, but there was no going back to Arkansas for me.
My road led away from there and I would stay the course, even if I
were a little lonely these days.

Heck, I was a lot lonely. Domesticity was a clear indicator of

just how much.

I carried my plate to my comfy couch, a.k.a. bed, and surfed

the movie channels. Television had once been called the vast
wasteland and sometimes I believed it. Maybe it was time to phone
home and see if my brother would ship my DVD collection to me.
Having access to it again was worth taking a blast of shit from him
when he found my special collection of man-on-man action. He‟d
bitch, moan and groan, but he didn‟t fool me. He‟d watch every
disc before he boxed it up to ship to me. He wasn‟t gay, but he was
nosier than hell.

The sooner I called him, the better. If I had those flicks, maybe

I wouldn‟t obsess about what might be going on behind the closed
curtains across the narrow way.

Take a bite of chicken. Take a peek at the window. Chicken.

Window. Chicken. Window.

Enough was enough. I rearranged the lounge pillow so I

couldn‟t see outside and finished my dinner. Then I called my

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brother and made a deal with the little rat bastard to ship my
movies and my music CDs. He didn‟t utter a peep about the music
collection, which I‟m sure meant he‟d already bootlegged half of
it, maybe even all.

It was good to talk with him and listen to him prattle on about

his current squeeze. I gave him the safe sex lecture—again—and
reminded him just because he was straight didn‟t mean he couldn‟t
get burned. I sent him a few of the pictures from Bryant Park and
almost had a heart attack when he said he might come visit me for
a week in October. Could I last a week without sex? I doubted it.

He sounded serious, but only time would tell. We ended the

call, and I gave in to obsession and gazed out my window at the
reflections of the sunset on the windows of the building across the
way.

Would those two lovers go at it again tonight? Would the

curtains be open? I slipped my hand under the waistband of my
briefs and squeezed my dick. Yeah, the little guy was definitely
interested in some exercise, but I wanted to hold out for a while.

Last night had to have been some sort of fluke. Perhaps the air

conditioning in their apartment had been on the fritz. Maybe they‟d
cooked fish for dinner and needed to air the place out. I‟m sure
they hadn‟t opened the curtains and the window merely for my
viewing pleasure.

And it had been a pleasure…one I wished to repeat. I shoved

the back supporter against the wall and dragged my two bed
pillows under my knees for a makeshift recliner. I was in the
shadows with a good view. I knew the chances of seeing them
again were slim, but I had to watch and wait, just to be sure. Didn‟t
I?

The hours passed as I stared idly at the television screen. I

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learned how to clean gutters and downspouts, grout tile, and the
citified way to make a compost pile. I don‟t know where the home
improvement channels found their handymen, but it wasn‟t
Arkansas. Finally, about a quarter to midnight, the lights in the
apartment across the alley flicked on. My heart fluttered in my
chest as goose bumps swept down my arms, raising each hair.

This was ridiculous. What was wrong with me that just seeing

the lights come on made my dick swell? Whatever it was, I was
willing to go with it for one more night. I turned off the TV and
flopped against the pillows, sliding as far into the shadows as I
could and still have a good view. When the man shoved the sheer
curtains aside, I realized I was holding my breath.

He stepped away from the window, pulled his shirt over his

head, and rubbed his chest. I groaned as my nips tingled and
peaked. My hard-on completed full and firm in a few throbbing
beats. His jeans slid off his hips and he hooked them on his left
foot and kicked them up to his hands. He folded them neatly and
stepped out of sight. When he came back into view, he didn‟t have
them.

I stared at his beauty, at the incandescent halo he wore on his

dark hair. His face was clean-shaven, his lips full. I coveted him
for my own, but how would I get to him? More than the narrow
alley kept us apart.

The man turned away, his arm stretched out. Sweet heavens,

his lover was with him. The inside of my ass twitched. My balls
drew up. I wrapped my fingers around my rigid shaft and stroked a
few times to ease the burgeoning need and to ease the tension
building in my groin.

I rolled to the dark side of the bed and reached under the frame

to find my shoebox stash of toys. I knew my favorite butt plug by

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feel and I grabbed it and the lube. I would feel pretty stupid,
getting all hot and bothered like this, if those two crawled into bed
and went to sleep.

They didn‟t.
My phantom lover, my man of moon-kissed silver, knelt on the

bed, laughing. The bright light winked out to be replaced by some
dimmer light deeper within their apartment. His lover, the golden-
haired intruder upon my fantasies, executed a spinning back flop
onto the bed. His hand fell upon the beautiful buttocks of our
shared lover, who merely wiggled his ass for more and received an
extra strike. Did his skin turn red and bear a handprint now? Did it
fuel his desire? I squirted a dollop of lube into my palm and dipped
the butt plug into it.

Horny as I was, it didn‟t take much to relax and insert the plug.

I needed to be fucked, and soon. I‟d not gone bottom since arriving
in the Big Apple—I had concerns—but I longed for the give and
take of it. I closed my eyes and worked the toy in and out a few
times, my concentration turned inward to enjoy the sensations. I let
it settle into place and looked out the window again.

The action was different tonight. The man who would live in

my dreams for years to come knelt between his lover‟s spread
thighs. Shoulders bent inward, hands hidden in shadow in front of
his genitals, I knew he was busy with a rubber. His head came up
and he lifted the other man‟s knees to his shoulders. Every
molecule in my body strained to see his cock and couldn‟t. I
groaned, disappointed. Jilted. Lips parted, I watched him take his
lover until there was no space between them.

I rubbed my thighs with sweaty palms. Tonight, I would wait

until they finished. I‟d commit it all to memory, then play it over
again in my mind while I jerked off. It would remain a movie I

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could cue up and play for an audience of one.

I shivered as the air conditioning came on. The cool air teased

my damp skin, but I refused to be distracted. My phantom lover
went down into the arms of the man beneath him, hips pumping
frantically. I clenched my fists to keep from grabbing my cock and
catching up to him.

He stiffened and held himself pressed to his partner. The blood

pooled low in my groin pulsed painfully. The other man shoved at
him, pushing him back. He toppled to the bed and sprawled out,
spread eagle. The bottom worked his dick. His shoulders curled off
the bed. Both men lay still for a few minutes, then the second man
swiped his hand over his belly and then over the chest of my
fantasy lover.

They laughed and grabbed at each, rolling on the bed, to one

side, then the other, before separating and leaving the bed. Where
did they go? For a shower? Or a snack? A drink? The view through
the window revealed only the empty bed.

My body ached with the need for release. I fisted my rock-hard

prick and tried to go slowly. I lasted one hard and hurting stroke.
My ass clenched around the butt plug in a manic dance of tiny
muscles. The orgasm picked me up and shook me violently,
stealing my breath as my vision blurred to a hazy red. For a split
second, I thought I was a dead man, that my heart had exploded,
then the glowing fog cleared. I lay panting, unable to move or even
think. Thank God, I was alive. Almost.

I liked sex, even with myself, but never did I want to climax

like that again.

Okay, I hoped I would, but not for a while. I wanted an

electrocardiogram first to make sure it wouldn‟t kill me. I risked
my sanity and looked out my window in time to see the room in

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the brown brick building go dark. In the dim light of the city, I
watched them settle down on the bed for the night.

I staggered to the bathroom to freshen up. When I returned to

my lonely bed, I rolled onto my side, facing the window, and was
instantly asleep.

* * *

Thunder woke me at daybreak. Wonderful. Not only would it

be stinkin‟ hot today, the humidity would be three thousand
percent.

Even worse, I suddenly remembered I‟d forgotten to get coffee

filters yesterday, which meant I either had to get wet or go without
a caffeine fix. Some decisions could be postponed. I‟d manage
well enough for another hour or so before desperation set in. I
levered up on an elbow and gazed out the rain-streaked window.
The storm would probably blow through before much longer. I
could see lighter sky around the edges of the clouds.

I‟d not planned to go out today, but now that I had to leave the

apartment for some Columbian, I might as well figure out
something to see…besides the man leaving the building across the
narrow alley. His familiar blond hair was about to get very wet.

My mystery man was alone. Was he still in bed or had he risen

to bestow a goodbye kiss upon his lover? It might be mean-spirited
of me, but I hoped he slept peacefully, not caring the blond had
left. The rain had let up. It was time to dash to the coffee shop for a
starter cup of joe and a pack of filters.

Ruminating wouldn‟t solve my immediate problem. I pulled on

a pair of scruffy jeans and an old T-shirt. I didn‟t need to dress
well just to get wet, come home, and get naked again.

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Once upon a time, I‟d read a book about coincidences. The

premise of the book was that they didn‟t exist, that everything
happened for a pre-planned reason. Every action fine-tuned some
greater event. I admired the author for using eighty thousand words
to explain a twenty-four-word theory, but that was beside the point.
In front of me was evidence he might be correct.

My phantom lover, the man of liquid silver and shadow, he of

the perfectly muscled alabaster buttocks, exited his building even
as I stepped onto the sidewalk.

I might have stooped so low as to become a voyeur, but I was

not going to stalk this guy. I didn‟t care how fucking sexy his ass
was.

It was another moot point. He raised his hand above his head

and, like magic, a taxi appeared on our quiet street. He climbed in
and was gone without so much as a glance in my direction. I
lowered my head against the rain and trudged onward to the local
Duane Reade emporium.

When it rains, the streets of New York are full of umbrellas

creating a bobbing, weaving, arched mass that leaves one to ponder
how rain ever manages to make it to the sidewalk. It was time for
me to become one with them.

I selected a large umbrella with bright red and blue panels to

shelter me. It was big enough to protect a companion, too, if the
opportunity ever presented itself. Heck, I was a nice country boy.
I‟d even walk with a stranger for a while and keep the rain off him.
Building good karma was important, especially if he happened to
be cute.

The nice clerk cut the tag off for me, and I continued on my

way to the coffee shop, somewhat drier and happier, and prepared
for rainy days on the golf course should I ever take up the game.

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Andy was behind the coffee counter when I arrived. He greeted me
with a smile.

“Hi, Ben. Columbian again today?”
“Yep. A big one.” I returned his smile.
He busied himself pouring my order, while I grabbed a pack of

filters, a newspaper, and checked out the bagged ground coffee. I
might as well stock up since I was here. Andy set my cup on the
counter.

“If you like the brew we use behind the counter, I can sell you

some beans by bulk.”

I shook my head. “I don‟t have a grinder, but thanks.”
“Well, if you get one, don‟t forget the offer.”
And the outside world thinks New Yorkers are snobbish.
“That might be enough to convince me to get one. I‟ll let ya

know.” I paid for my order, and he bagged it.

“It‟s raining harder. Why don‟t you find a table and wait it out?

I‟ll join you, if you don‟t mind.”

I took a closer look at Mr. Andy. Yesterday I‟d pegged him for

straight, but now I wondered. Bi, maybe? I grinned.

“Toss in a blueberry muffin and you‟ve got a deal.”
He pointed at the table next to the front window. I took the

chair against the wall so he wouldn‟t have to climb over me if
another customer came in. Andy set two muffins on a napkin in the
middle of the table and eased down on the chair with a sigh. I
licked my lips to tease him.

“It‟s too early for you to sound that tired. Big night last night?”
“Ha. Ha. Actually, it was a bit of a night. A buddy crashed on

my sofa and woke me at three when he staggered into the
bathroom. Good thing the coffee here is strong, huh?”

I sipped my coffee. “It‟s good, too. How long will you be

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helping out your friend here?”

Steam rose as Andy broke open a muffin. “I‟m not sure at this

point. I guess I can tell you. Bobby had a little accident skating
across the Brooklyn Bridge. I‟m given to understand his ankle is
the size of a pumpkin.”

“Oh, ouch.” I nibbled at my muffin for a few minutes. Andy

was sorta cute. I could invite him to a movie this afternoon and see
what he said. It was one sure way to find out which team he batted
for. “When do you get off, Andy?”

A smile played at his lips as he cocked his head to the left and

raised his eyebrow. “Usually about midnight every night, one way
or the other.”

I bet I looked stupid with my mouth hanging open. A wide grin

split his face, then he laughed, a low, happy sound that said he was
pleased to have rendered me speechless. Andy sobered, at least a
little.

“Are you attempting to ask me out?”
I gripped my coffee cup for dear life as I gathered my wits.

“I‟m not sure now. I think you might need to go home and get
some sleep.”

He leaned forward and brushed his knuckles across mine. “I

don‟t like to sleep alone, Ben.”

The smooth, silky way he said my name made me shiver, but

I‟m sure he intended that I would. Heart thudding unevenly in my
chest, I met his gaze.

“Me neither, Andy, and I happen to be free around midnight.” I

didn‟t add that if we went to my place I‟d make damn sure my
curtains were safety-pinned closed.

He leaned forward again. “Tell you what. Give me your cell

phone number and I‟ll call you when my shift is finally over.”

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“That‟ll work. We can figure out what happens between now

and midnight then.”

Andy smiled and shoved the rest of his muffin in his mouth as

another customer hustled in out of the rain.

“Be right with you,” he called out as he stood. “I don‟t know

how long I‟ll be, but I‟ll call. Swear.”

“I need to head home to make myself all sexy, so you do what

you have to do.”

He flashed me a parting grin and slipped behind the counter,

then schmoozed with the new arrival. It was in my mind to wait a
while before leaving, but the rain suddenly eased. Within minutes,
the coffee shop was full of people. I cleared the little table and
made a strategic exit. I saw no point in trying to distract him from
his work just to say goodbye. A certain level of maturity was
called for in these situations, or so I told myself.

On the other hand, I had a hookup for today that had a lot of

potential. Andy was a friendly, charming fellow. Maybe I‟d end up
with a fuck buddy, which would be fine with me. What lonely
fellow on his own in the big, bad city couldn‟t use one of those
from time-to-time?

As predicted, the rain kicked the humidity up yet another notch.

Everything from the streetlights to the trees to building canopies
dripped, but my trusty umbrella kept my newspaper dry. The
apartment was stifling when I opened the door, but then the air
conditioning cycled on. I toed off my shoes and settled at the table
to finish my almost cold coffee and leaf through the paper. If Andy
did call, I didn‟t want to spend the entire day in bed.

Unless, of course, he could get it up more times in an afternoon

than I was capable of doing. That would be a game changer, not to
mention it would impress the hell out of me.

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The paper yielded a few possible activities. I circled them, put

on a fresh pot of coffee, and took a fast shower. It was almost
eleven o‟clock when Andy finally called. He wanted to dash home
for a shower and suggested we meet at the Port Authority Bus
Terminal on 42nd Street at one o‟clock.

There was a movie he wanted to see, his treat, then we could

get an early dinner, nothing fancy, my treat. After that, we‟d see
how the evening shaped up. It sounded like a perfect afternoon,
and I quickly agreed.

It didn‟t take long for me to get nervous. I liked Andy and I

didn‟t want to screw up a simple date, but what if he was the
clingy sort? I wasn‟t looking for forever, just a good time tonight.
If I got a different vibe from him, I‟d have to make my intentions
clear without hurting his feelings.

Nothing like getting ahead of myself. Jeez. And to keep from

doing it again, I decided to wear a white T-shirt and jeans. Simple,
yet sexy, with the message today was about fun.

Or maybe something else was already in the cards.
Andy greeted me with a kiss.

* * *

The brush of his lips against mine was so quick, so light, I got

only an impression of a soft, warm mouth. The kiss was the type of
greeting friends might share, but mischief shone brightly in his
whiskey-brown eyes. I licked my lips and scrambled to re-evaluate
what the hell I was doing. I looked him up and down.

“We‟ll work on your kissing technique later.”
Andy grinned. “You should see your face. Surprise you?”
“Not a bit,” I lied, smiling. “So here we are amid the hustle and

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bustle. Where do we go first?”

He hooked a finger through one of my belt loops and tugged

me off balance. I fell into step beside him, our strides evenly
matched as we strolled through Times Square. Andy touched my
back, then let his hand drop.

“I had a brainstorm of what to do this afternoon to enjoy the

sunshine, now that we have it. There‟s a little deli a block over that
has great lunches. Let‟s go there, unless you have someplace else
in mind.”

The way his hip kept bumping mine, I‟d started to think about

lunch at his place, but real food would be better. “Sure. I‟m willing
and able.”

He snorted. “I just bet you are.”
We started horsing around, punching and pushing at each other.

Andy grabbed me and backed me against a brick wall. I licked my
lips hopefully. He paused, his mouth not more than two inches
from mine.

“You‟re too eager.”
I glanced down at the rather sizable bulge beneath his zipper

and raised my eyebrow at him. “Kiss me or move along, stud.”

His eyes widened, then he tilted his head and slanted his lips

across mine. The touch of his mouth to mine shot through me and
settled in my groin. My cock hardened in a wonderful rush that
stole my breath.

I meant to keep the kiss brief, but heat swept through me, even

as I tried to pull away. Like bands of steel, Andy‟s arms came
around me and held me to him. His tongue teased at my lips,
seeking entry. I broke off the kiss so I could gather my wits.

I cleared my throat three times before I could speak. “Wow.”
Andy licked his lips. “You taste good.” He looked down at the

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front of my jeans. “Is that a four-star or a five-star wow?”

I narrowed my eyes at him and shoved my hand in my pocket

to adjust my hard-on to show better. My damn underwear had
everything constricted and lop-sided. It was uncomfortable, too.
“Try eight-star.”

“Perfect.” His mouth came down on mine, hard. I wrapped my

arms around him and gave him as good as I got.

Back and forth we went, tasting and testing in a mock battle on

a field where no one lost. There was no pretense in him. He put
everything in his kiss for me to find. His desire, his need, and
hesitant hope mixed with mine and grew until suddenly our lips
gentled, softened, and a new conversation began.

My knees went weak as Andy slid his lips along my jaw line

and gooseflesh shivered across my backside. My cock ached, eager
to lead me to chances I knew I‟d never regret taking. His arms
tightened around me as his hoarse voice whispered in my ear, “I‟m
so hungry. Can‟t you hear my belly growling?”

I tilted my head so he could keep nibbling on my neck. “I

thought it was your dick making that noise.”

Andy laughed and thrust his pelvis to mine. “You know, you

might be right. C‟mon.”

He slapped his hands to the bricks on either side of my

shoulders and pushed off. I grabbed his arms and pulled him back
for another quick kiss, then levered my back off the wall. Andy
draped his arm around my waist as we continued on our way.

“I hope you don‟t mind, but I called the deli earlier. They

packed a picnic lunch for us.”

I didn‟t mind—much—but I hoped he wasn‟t the type to run

everyone‟s life for them. A take-charge man is one thing. A micro-
manager is something else entirely. I had my own ideas of how I

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wanted to live my life, and I expected a fifty-fifty give and take
with a lover. Of course, we weren‟t lovers and the most probable
explanation of him arranging lunch was he was trying to impress
me on our first date. I was flattered.

“Sounds like fun provided you have a shady spot reserved in a

nice, cool park.”

“We‟ll have to stake out a claim to a small piece of real estate

when we get there.”

I pressed my lips together to keep from laughing. It was nice to

know he had to figure out some things on the fly. He pointed at a
storefront, and we crossed the street, dodging a cab that came out
of nowhere and sped past us. He stumbled over the curb, and I
steadied him, which ended with him pinned between me and a tree
and us swapping spit again. I groaned in protest when he tried to
wiggle his way free.

“Oh, no, you don‟t,” I said against his lips. “My turn.” I thrust

my tongue into the heat of his mouth when he tried to speak. I
knew, with certainty, we‟d end this day naked and sweaty. Andy
protested a second time, and I let him go. He touched my cheek.

“Seriously, Ben, I need to eat. I can‟t live on air anymore, like I

did when I was your age.”

“Right. You‟re sooo old.” He had me curious now. I‟d pegged

him to be around forty and I wondered how close to a correct guess
I‟d come. “I‟m twenty-five. How old are you?”

“I‟m thirty-seven.”
“Wow. I thought you were older than that.”
Andy‟s mouth dropped open. “That just earned you a

spanking.”

Before I could reply, he wrapped his fingers around mine and

dragged me inside the deli. The man behind the counter greeted

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him by name and turned to open the door to a walk-in refrigerator.
Without a word, he handed Andy an insulated cooler. Andy
thanked him, draped the strap over his shoulder, and ushered me
out the door. I plucked at the bag and asked him what was in there,
but he refused to tell me. Instead, he said we had to hop the A-
train.

“I‟m not sure that‟s a clue, Andy. I‟m still a little fuzzy on the

subway, outside of the ones I take to work and back.”

He grinned as we went down the steps into a station. “It‟ll all

make sense soon, I promise. We‟re going to Fort Tryon Park. It‟s
at a higher elevation and you‟ll love the views.”

An hour later, we were perched on a shady knoll staring at the

Hudson River from behind a screen of bushes, sipping red wine
from plastic cups, and playing “feed me a grape.” And when the
fruit was gone, we got silly with the carrot sticks. I watched him
give one a mock blowjob and gave him a round of applause.

I told him the story of how I‟d made my way to the Big City.

He seemed genuinely interested in my work, which pleased me and
appealed to what I considered to be my swelling ego. I had to lose
that before I went home to Arkansas for a visit or Granddad would
have me slopping the hogs to work it out of me.

While my “country boy” story bored me, Andy was city born

and bred. He talked of well-to-do parents and a misspent youth. He
spoke of museums and theaters, Times Square on New Year‟s Eve,
and mischief on Coney Island. I soaked it all up, even the serious
talk about our HIV status as gay men. We were both negative, but
a cloak of sadness hung over him for twenty minutes or so after
that discussion. He‟d lost friends. But he shook off his memories
and kissed me some more. The shadows had grown long when
Andy shielded his eyes against the dipping sun.

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“What do you say we go to your place and I give you a first-

hand demonstration of my technique on something a little bigger
than a carrot?” Andy glanced at me as if he wasn‟t sure I‟d agree.
It surprised me, so I gave him some reassurance.

I cupped the back of his head and pulled him in for a kiss. “I

like that idea. And just in case I forget to say it later, thank you for
a great afternoon.”

“You‟re welcome. Maybe we can come back here some

Sunday after the leaves change color.”

“Just remember, bribery always works on me.”
Andy chuckled and ran his hand along my thigh from knee to

groin. Even through a layer of denim, I felt the warmth of his palm.
“I‟ll make a note.”

I made notes, too, as I checked the train schedule on my

phone‟s web browser. “Let‟s get this mess stowed and get outta
here. If we don‟t shake a leg, we‟ll have to wait on a train.”

He looked over my shoulder at the screen of trees as his hand

dipped into my lap. “It‟ll be dark by the time we get back to your
place.”

By some unspoken agreement, neither of us had fondled the

goods, and I was about nuts from the teasing. I knew without
having to discuss it our mutual caution intentionally left the door
open for the other to say “thanks, but no thanks” and call if a day
without any bruised feelings. I sensed the subtle movement past
that point. I patted his hand, lying so close to my balls, yet not
quite touching.

“Especially if we miss the train and have to hop a bus. Move it,

big boy.”

Andy rolled to his knees and opened the cooler. We bagged the

remnants of our picnic and found a trash receptacle on our way to

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the station. The train rolled in on time and we slipped into an
empty car knowing we‟d have company soon enough.

From his perspective as a native New Yorker, Andy gave me

pointers about each station we went through. We hopped off at
14th Street and backtracked on foot to my place. I unlocked the
door and walked in ahead of him to turn on a light. Andy followed
and closed the door.

“Nice space. Very…minimalist.”
I motioned for him to sit at the table, while I went to the fridge.

“I kinda like it, but I can‟t decide if I want to stay in this
neighborhood or not. I‟d like a bit more quiet.” I held up a bottle of
beer. He nodded. “I didn‟t want to buy a lot of furniture I‟d have to
move to another place.”

Andy accepted the beer. “Thanks. I know what you mean.

Moving sucks. I‟ve been in my apartment for five years, even
though I‟m not all that happy with it, because I hate the idea of
packing everything.”

I sat across from him, and we tapped our bottles together and

drank. Now that we were here, I was in a hurry to put my hands on
him. My mouth watered for a taste of him. I wanted to know the
sounds he made when he came. He downed a couple of long
swallows of beer.

Very slowly, his gaze lifted to mine. The ruttish gleam in his

pretty eyes stole my breath and made my balls tingle. I licked my
lips and watched his pupils widen. Gazes locked, we finished our
drinks.

Whether he moved first or I did hardly mattered. We were

suddenly standing, arms around each other. My senses reeled as his
warm, beer-flavored lips parted under mine. Jolts of arousal struck
me, barely giving me time to draw a breath. Andy was heat and

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energy in my arms, a flame ready to burn me if I‟d let it. And I
would.

Throughout the day his teasing kisses had become a familiar

craving. Now they held the promise of pleasure and a strange,
quivering hope for something I dared not consider in the darkness.
Such longings needed daylight and a clear head. I grasped the
bottom of his T-shirt, yanked the garment over his head, and cast it
aside. His actions echoed mine, and we were bare chest to bare
chest. My palms caressed the long, lean lines of his back, learning
the shape of the bones beneath his smooth skin.

His hands tugged at the snap of my jeans. I made him pause

long enough for both of us to kick off our sneakers and shuffle
toward the waiting bed. I reached out with a long arm, never
releasing my hold on him, and switched off the lamp. We didn‟t
need it with the lights of the city keeping the shadows at bay.

I pushed his pants off his hips. He let them fall to the floor and

stepped out of them. I perched on the edge of the mattress and
tugged mine off. Andy went to his knees between my spread
thighs. I lifted my ass as he hooked his fingers under waistband of
my hip-hugger briefs and pulled them down. My cock stood hard
and firm under his appreciative gaze, begging for his touch. Very
slowly, Andy stuck out his tongue and licked my shaft, head to
balls, with its pointy tip.

I shivered at the light touch. The goose bumps fled as the heat

of his mouth enveloped me. Hot sweat broke out on my back and
under my arms. His hands caressed the inside of my thighs. Andy‟s
fingers found my dick and rolled the soft skin down over the hard
core. I buried my fingers in his hair and held him to me.

His velvety lips and slow stroke moved with deliberate

purpose. I watched the rise and fall of his dark head taking my rod

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deep, then pulling back. His tongue swirled around the rim of the
head and he took my cock deep again. Over and over he did that
until my legs shook and the heat in my groin threatened to break
free. I tugged on his hair to stop him, only daring to breath when
he stopped and released me.

“Get naked, Andy.” Confident he‟d follow, I scooted across the

bed, up to the pillows, and tossed the bed-lounger pillow to the
floor.

He straightened and deftly shucked out of his boxers, his cock

jutting at right angles to his torso and pointing right at me.

“You‟re very well hung, Mr. Andy.”
He fisted his cock and stroked it once. “Not my doing, but I‟ll

never complain.”

No, I supposed he wouldn‟t. His tool was a healthy eight

inches, thick and firm. My hole tightened at the sight, the small
internal muscles twitching in anticipation of something that wasn‟t
going to happen tonight. Andy grinned at me.

“You can fuck me, Ben, since you just puckered.”
“Smart ass. I just might since you offered.” I patted the

mattress beside me. “Now lie down.”

Andy didn‟t need a second invitation. He knelt on the bed,

crawled up to me, and flipped over on his back. I curled down and
around, eager to do to him what he‟d done to me.

His girth was a challenge, but I got the hang of it quickly

enough. He moaned as I went down over him, drenching him in
saliva, then licking him dry. With my thumb and middle finger, I
slid the outer skin over his steel rod.

A man‟s first pleasure is learned at his own hand. Andy showed

me where he liked fingers to be placed, and I moved my light grip.
He moaned and groaned, being quite verbal as to how well he liked

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the combined caress of hand and mouth. I went lower to lick his
balls, feeling the hard nuts inside his tight sac.

I trailed my free hand along his hip and down the back of his

thigh. His leg lifted. He braced his foot on my shoulder, and I
stroked the tender, private places he revealed to me. His hips rose
and fell to meet me. Throaty moans rolled out of him as my fingers
applied a firmer pressure. My name was a breathless mantra on his
lips as he hit the threshold.

Andy cried out to me, a ragged sound I knew well, having

made a similar one many times. His shoulders lifted off the bed
and hot, salty semen hit the back of my throat. I stayed with him,
sucking him until he went limp and begged me to stop. His foot
dropped back to the mattress. I shimmied up to kiss his lips, eager
to sink into him. He opened his eyes and looked at me.

“Get the lube. Take your time, and I can get off again.”
I smacked his hip. “Aren‟t you just the greedy fellow? I‟ll see

what I can do to get you there again.”

And I would. I wanted him to enjoy tonight enough to come

back for more. Andy‟s hand patted my ass as I reached under the
bed for my box of supplies and found the bottle of lube and a
condom. I held up the foil packet.

“Do you want to do the honors?”
“No. I‟m pretty sure you know how do it yourself.”
I grinned and demonstrated my technique. He watched intently

as I suited up, rolling the condom to the base of my cock. I squirted
a generous glob of lube into his belly button and moved to kneel
between his spread thighs. His legs rose and he braced his feet
against my shoulders as I dipped my fingers into the gel. Andy‟s
gaze never left mine as I spread the lube over him and carefully
pressed a slick finger into him.

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As gently as possible, I massaged the tension out of the tight

ring of muscle, preparing it. He relaxed under my caress and grew
restless, lifting his butt and reaching for his prick. I spread the
remainder of the gel over my sheathed tool. Heart pounding, I
pressed my cock to sensitive flesh that yielded rapidly to me.

The muscles inside him performed a riotous dance around my

invading dick. My own flesh echoed the manic twitching,
remembering well the burning stretch that sent screaming pleasure
up and down a man‟s spine to the point of madness. He pressed
down against me and his body suddenly yielded to mine as I held
him impaled under me. I rode the waves of arousal, unmoving,
until I was sure I wouldn‟t come on the first stroke.

I flexed my hips to his ass. Andy moaned. I started to move

inside him, setting a steady rhythm, one designed to drive him
crazy. His head thrashed back and forth on the pillows as his hand
moved between us. I came down on him and found his lips,
thrusting my tongue in and out of his mouth in unison with my
driving hips. His left hand held my arm in a vise-like grip as he
moaned into my mouth. I forced my lips off his.

“Andy, you gonna come again?” I needed to know. I rode the

edge of orgasm. Every nerve ending in my body clamored for
release.

His lips moved, but I had no idea what he said. The hand

trapped between our bellies moved faster. Andy cried out, a sharp
sound of profound release.

The scent of spent semen surrounded us. My abdominal

muscles clenched to the point of pain and the heat that coiled at the
base of my spine burst free. I fell into a sweet oblivion and emptied
myself into him and the sparkling darkness that claimed me.

I drifted, deliciously exhausted. Limp. Andy groaned as his

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legs slid down along my sides. I tried to lever up on my elbows,
but my bones had turned to mush. He groaned again, the sound
tinged with discomfort, or maybe distress. I couldn‟t tell which,
but I knew he needed me to move off him. I held the base of the
condom and pulled out as gently as possible. Even with my care,
he jumped as the head slipped out. I flipped over on my back
beside him.

“Are you okay?”
“Hmm. Maybe.”
I kissed his shoulder and rolled off the bed. “How about a hot

shower followed by a cold drink? Will that help?”

“More than you know.” He fought his way into a sitting

position, making a bunch of moaning and groaning noises all the
way until his feet touched the floor. I decided he was just a verbal
person and all that noise didn‟t mean he was sore. And the big grin
on his face was a dead giveaway I was right.

“I‟ll start the shower.” I ducked into my tiny bathroom and

peeled off the rubber.

We‟d fucked and it had been great. Now what?
It didn‟t take long for the hot water to get through the pipe. I

turned the knob and stepped under the spray. Andy stepped in
behind me and tucked the shower curtain in place. His arms came
around my waist.

“Thank you for that, Ben.” His cheek was against my shoulder.
“No, thank you. I don‟t know if it‟s too soon to say this, but I‟d

like it if you spent the night.”

Andy hugged me. “And thank you again. I‟d really appreciate

crashing here instead of stumbling my way home at midnight.”

I picked up the washrag, lathered it up and handed it to him.

“I‟ve got some cheese, crackers, pickles, fruit and stuff if you‟re

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hungry.”

He handed me the cloth. “Sounds good to me. Let me rinse and

I‟ll go start getting everything out of the fridge.”

We shuffled around and, once soap-free, he climbed out and

dried off. I washed the essentials, then tidied the bathroom before I
joined him in the kitchen. Being side-by-side with him, cutting
cheese cubes, felt totally natural. I wondered if he felt it, too, but
didn‟t ask. There was plenty of time to turn foolish over this man.
Luckily, Andy shared my fondness for sharp Cheddar and Pepper
Jack—no fancy designer cheeses for him either.

We took our plates and sodas to the bed. I gave him the side of

the mattress I usually slept on.

I glanced across the narrow alley at the dark window. It was

almost midnight. Would my phantom of liquid silver appear
tonight? The light in that other bedroom came on. I draped my arm
over Andy‟s shoulder. He flashed me a questioning look. I grinned
at him.

“I forgot to tell you I sometimes have some special

entertainment on tap.”

“Huh?”
I pointed. “See that window one story down?”
Andy leaned back, then forward. “Holy shit. Are they really

going…holy shit.” He stared, mouth slightly open, as the lovers
wrestled on the bed. “Forget the cheese and crackers. Where‟s the
popcorn?”

I set my plate aside. “I‟ll have to get some. This is the… Holy

shit.” I paused as the dark-haired man pulled the blond across his
lap and smacked his bare buttocks.

Andy coughed. “Does this go on every night?”
“I don‟t know. I just got wise to it two nights ago. I shudder…”

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I paused as the spanking continued for a second strike. “I wonder
how much I‟ve missed in the last month.”

The blond rolled to his knees and faced his lover. His head

lowered over the man‟s lap. Andy moaned and scrunched down. I
wiggled closer to him.

“I hope no one tells them to close the curtains.”
“You and me both. Shh. I‟m taking notes.”
We watched, transfixed, as the lovers sprawled across the bed.

Where before they‟d switched off the lamps, tonight they remained
on. They rolled as one, lips locked, strong arms holding each other,
legs entwined. Hands stroked intimately. Backs arched.

I reached down and settled my genitals into a more comfortable

position. “I‟m getting hard again.”

“What do you mean „getting hard‟? I‟m there.”
I snorted. “Bullshit. You‟ve gotten off twice already.”
“Who said I couldn‟t get off a third time? That probably won‟t

happen, but my dick doesn‟t realize its limitations.”

I took a swig of my cola and handed it to him. He took a sip

and handed it back. The lovers had separated, only to have the
blond turn to lie with his feet on the pillows. My cock throbbed as
they started to suck each other. Andy‟s foot tapped mine.

“We‟ll do that next.”
“What? You think we should do what they do?”
“Oh. Yeah.” Andy squirmed as the blond finished.
The dark-haired man, he of the silver moonlight and sculpted

buttocks, rolled his lover onto his belly and reached for a condom.
Andy‟s hand found my rigid shaft and stroked me slowly. The man
across the way took his lover, sinking deep. Andy matched his
rhythm, his fingers applying a light pressure on my dick.

I stared, watching the lovers fuck, as Andy‟s easy caress drove

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me straight to the top. I forgot to breathe. I couldn‟t think. The man
thrust faster as his lover hung before him. The orgasm raced to
meet me, and I couldn‟t stop it. I cried out his name, the only word
I could form. Andy didn‟t falter even as those other lovers did,
collapsing on the bed in a heap.

I came in a hot burst that spattered pearl drops over both of us.

Andy released me with a kiss. I clung to his lips as long as I could
as the blood pounded in my ears. When I crashed back down to
earth, sated and limp, Andy got a tissue and wiped us off. Across
the alley, the room went dark.

Thank God. This voyeur stuff was hard on a man‟s heart.
Andy patted my damp thigh. “I‟ll get us a refill on the soda and

then we can get some sleep.”

“Good idea. Thanks.”
I fluffed the pillows and listened to him move around my

apartment. It was kinda nice that he seemed so comfortable here. I
flipped the sheet over him when he got back in bed and gratefully
took a drink of the cold liquid. Andy set the empty glass on the
floor. We settled face-to-face in the middle of the bed.

“Today was great, Ben.”
“I think so, too. We shouldn‟t get all stupid and rush things,

you know.”

Andy touched my cheek. “I hear ya, just don‟t try to deny

there‟s not something more than a hook-up for sex going on here.”

“I wouldn‟t presume to deny it, but I don‟t even know your last

name.”

“Madison. And you?”
“Hardin. Since we‟ve completed our introductions, how about

dinner tomorrow night?”

Andy stroked my side from my hip to my armpit. “I‟d say it

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depends on the after dinner entertainment.”

“Which entertainment? Here, or on the other side of the

alleyway?”

Andy‟s lips brushed mine. “Here, silly. Right here.”
That worked for me. Andy was a man I could touch and share

the important things in life with, even if was just for a little while.
The view through the window was merely a speck in the eye of the
beholder.

KC

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KC Kendricks makes her home in Maryland with her partner of
twenty years. Living in a rural area, KC enjoys most outdoor
activities except those that require snow. In warm weather KC
might be found walking the dog, biking on the C&O Canal
towpath, planting delicacies for the deer, playing in the creek with
the youngest generation of her cousins, or lazing on the patio with
a Kindle reader or a laptop.

An administrative assistant by day, and best-selling author by
night, Kendricks‟ is a 2008 Amber Heat Wave Winner. Her work
has also been nominated for a CAPA from The Romance Studio,
the Elisa Rolle LGBT Rainbow Award, and Best GLBT Story at
Love Romance Café. Her contemporary gay romances celebrate
love and hope for mature readers.

For more information about KC, please visit her website at
http://www.kckendricks.com, and her personal blog, Between the
Keys, at http://kckendricks.blogspot.com.

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Don’t miss Highway Nights

by KC Kendricks,

available at AmberAllure.com!

Garrett Webb has a five-point plan for starting his own business.
To keep it on track, he takes a second job and settles into the
evening delivery run between Owensville and Mt. Franklin. The

solitude of being on the road clears his head and enables him to
chart a better future for himself. When a foggy night sends him to
the safety of The Downshift Diner and its owner, Oliver Sanderson,
that future takes an unforeseen turn.

Oliver Sanderson enjoys a quiet life along the lonely stretch of
highway that’s home to his diner. The road brings all manner of
interesting souls to his door. When Garrett Webb steps out of the
fog seeking shelter, his openness and honestly draws Oliver’s
interest. He’s ready to take the next step, but needs to be cautious.
Trouble is coming to the diner, and Oliver wants Garrett clear of
it.

Good intentions can’t hold out against their budding attraction.
Garrett makes the diner a regular stop during his nightly run, and
the men get better acquainted. But Garrett’s past isn’t done with
him. In a single heart-stopping moment, Garrett is forced to a
decision that risks Oliver’s life—one that could end forever their
highway nights.

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