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Jason had been driving for over two hours with Eli crouched in the fetal position in the backseat of the stolen car. Both were silent, in shock from the incident. Jason’s vision was marred with the pool of blood that surrounded Jim’s head. His ears echoed the sound of the bat slamming against the head and then bouncing on the floor as it fell from Eli’s hand.
“What did you do?” asked Jason before he ran and held Eli. Eli was shaking like a scared puppy. He didn’t speak. He allowed Jason to hold him.
“We need to get out of here,” said Jason. That’s when he let go of Eli, searched Jim’s pockets for his car keys, and took Eli out of the motel room. He cradled Eli like a small child and gently laid him in the back seat of the car. He didn’t know where he would drive but he knew he needed to get away from the crime scene.
A cheap motel popped up and Jason decided to take a room for the night. After arranging and paying for the room, he picked up Eli and carried him to the bed. Jason cuddled from behind and held him, rocking back and forth in tandem with Eli’s motions. He patted Eli’s hair, whispered words of encouragement, kissed his neck and cheek, but Eli’s demeanor remained the same.
Morning came with Jason unaware that he fell asleep. Eli was asleep in his arms. He held him until there was a knock at the door. Jason ignored it. There was another knock. “Open up, police!” yelled a man on the other side. Jason shut his eyes, held Eli, and wished for a miracle; but the door was busted open and the two boys were dragged out of the room in handcuffs.

It took Eli two weeks to return to school. He spent his days hanging out with Jason, talking, making plans about leaving the town, and learning more about each other. Eli loved to read and bake but he hated his peers and their behaviour at school. He told Jason about the work study program and Jason said it was the perfect solution, but Eli was both afraid and embarrassed to go back to school. Jason understood. He left school at sixteen when his parents kicked him out for being gay. He lived on the street for a few days until Jim picked him up, took his virginity, offered him a place to live – the motel room – and a job to pay for his room with some spending money. His first tattoo was drawn the day after his first night of work. He threw up when he gave a man a blow job and he was roughed up by Jim for losing a client that night. But Jason was determined to get through it and survive long enough to escape. The airplane tattoo on his right shoulder blade represented freedom – escape from Jim, his tricks, and this town. He never flew on a plane and he couldn’t wait to get on one someday.
“What about these words?” asked Eli as he touched the phrase “Veni. Vedi. Vici.” on Jason’s left arm.
“I came. I saw. I conquered. I heard it in a song and I liked the meaning behind it. It connects to the freedom of flying away. When I finally leave this town then I’d have conquered it. It’s a battle I’m looking forward to winning.”
Eli smiled and kissed Jason. It was easy to kiss Jason. They kissed every day. Some days, Eli had urges to do more than kiss but Jason said they’d wait until Eli’s eighteenth birthday. It was only a couple weeks away and it would be his birthday gift. They both planned to take the night off work but Jason hadn’t decided how he was going to ask Jim for the time off.
Jason pushed Eli to return to school after two weeks so that he could try to salvage the work study with a pastry chef. It would get him away from the students who bullied him and he’d make connections that could send him to a big, diverse city where they’d both blend in.
“It’s nice to see you, Eli,” said Mr. Assuage. “I was worried you’d never come back. I tried calling your home but no one answered the phone. Does your mother know you weren’t in school?”
“Y-y-yes sir.”
“What about the permission form? Is it signed?”
Eli nodded and pulled the crumpled form from his bag. Jason’s scribble on the signature line looked like a credible adult signature and Mr. Assuage didn’t say anything even if he thought it was fraudulent.
“Perfect! In a couple weeks, you should be set up with Darlene at ‘Gastro’ restaurant.”
Eli’s face went pale like a dim moon. He didn’t know if he could put up with the taunting and punching and kicking from the other kids. Could he miss another two weeks of school? As if he were reading Eli’s mind, Mr. Assuage commented, “I’ll help you deal with the kids who keep bothering you, Eli. I know that’s why you haven’t come to school in two weeks but if you don’t tell us who harms you, it’s difficult to help you. But I received a call from your dad…”
“My dad?” interrupted a surprised Eli.
“Yes. Your dad called this morning and asked if you could stick around after school until your brother Jason came to pick you up. Maybe the kids will leave you alone if they see you with your older brother.”
Older brother, right, thought Eli. Jason thought of everything but now he was putting himself in the middle of the bullies. What if they tried to hurt him too?
“Th-th-thank you, sir,” said a worried Eli before he took his seat in the back row of the classroom.
As planned, he stayed after school in Mr. Assuage’s room. He helped wash pots and pans, organized recipes for tomorrow’s class, and tidied the pantry.
“So this is where all the magic happens,” said a familiar voice. Eli peeked from behind the pantry and saw Jason standing by the door. He ran to give Jason a hug and realized that this was probably too intimate a gesture to show between two teenage ‘brothers’ in front of his teacher.
“You must be Jason,” said Mr. Assuage.
“Yes. I’m here to pick up my brother. Is it ok if we leave?”
“Absolutely. And thank you for your help, Eli. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Eli blushed and waved goodbye as he joined Jason on their walk back to the motel room. It was late enough that the school was deserted but early enough to give Eli some time alone with Jason before his shift started at the coffee shop.
“When did my dad call the school?” asked Eli.
Jason laughed. “I hope you don’t mind but it was all I could think of this morning.”
“No, I don’t mind. Thank you.” He kissed Jason on the cheek. “My hero!”
Jason smiled and took Eli’s hand in his hand as they walked the rest of the way to the motel. When they arrived at the motel, the door was busted open and Jim was waiting, holding a metal crowbar in his hand and a tin can in the other.
“Someone’s got some s’plainin’ to do,” growled an angry Jim.
“Eli, go to the coffee shop. I’ll deal with Jim.”
“N-n-no. He-he-he’s got a weapon.”
“Please, go, now!”
Eli ran down the stairs and away from the motel room. Jason entered the room slowly and stood at the other end – as far away from Jim as possible.
“You’ve been holding out on me,” said Jim.
“No I haven’t,” replied Jason.
“What’s with all the cash?”
“I’ve been saving the money you give me.”
“I haven’t given you this much money.”
“Yes, it’s all mine. Please, don’t take it from me. It’s all I have!”
“What do you plan to do with it? You’re supposed to spend the money I give you. That was the deal.”
“I’m saving it to…to buy a gift for Eli’s birthday.”
“Is the cripple your boyfriend?”
“He’s not a cripple! He’s my friend!”
“Well the cripple’s getting shit all for his birthday. This money is mine.”
“No! Give it back to me!”
“Watch it boy unless you want a smack in the gut with this thing.”
“Please, I’ll do anything. Just give it back!”
“Anything, eh? How about I give you twenty percent if you give me a blow job. Twenty-five if you swallow.”
Before Jason could reply, there was a loud ‘whack’ and Jim’s body fell forward. He was hemorrhaging from the head and behind him stood Eli with a bloody baseball bat.

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Jason stared at his image in the mirror. His eye was various shades of green, purple and brown, a sludge of colours that dirtied his cute boyish looks. He debated buying cover up makeup knowing his looks were the driving force of his business, but he decided to wear his hair differently. He parted it near the left side and allowed the length of the right side to fall forward over his forehead and to partially cover his discoloured eye. In the dark, the men wouldn’t notice the blemish and he was happy with the new look. Maybe, he thought, he could visit the coffee shop earlier tonight and show it off to Eli – see what reaction, if any, he would get.
A bang at the door startled Jason. When he opened the door, Jim barged in, almost hitting Jason in the face.
“Where’s last night’s money, boy?” he asked.
“Hold on. I’ll get it.”
“You better have more for me today otherwise you’ll have a matching set of eyes for tonight.”
“Here you go. It’s all I got. I didn’t even take last night’s share. Please don’t hit me.”
Jim sifted through the crumpled bills and a smile formed across his face. “This is the Jason I know. When you whore enough, you make enough. Look here, I’ll even give you ten percent of the proceeds.”
Jim set a few bills on the desk by the door. Before he left, he said, “Keep it up and we won’t have any more accidents.”
When Jim left, Jason let out a sigh of relief. He took the cash and stashed it in a tin under his mattress with the money he was saving to leave this town and start a new life in one of the big cities he heard about from some of his clients: Chicago, New York, San Francisco. Maybe he could convince Eli to come with him or find someone like Eli to love him. He was tired of the tricks and being used as a sex object for older, unloving men. He wanted someone to hold him, to touch him gently, to kiss him, to spend evenings talking, making dinner, holding hands, watching movies…all the things that couples do. He wanted a boyfriend.
Meanwhile, Eli was cleaning up after the evening rush. He enjoyed washing and drying the coffee mugs most – each one was unique and it gave him a sense of accomplishment when he saw the eclectic mix of mugs lined up on the shelf clean and dry. It also helped distract his mind from the bullies at school. No matter how hard he tried to go unnoticed in school, there was always some incident where he was cornered by a handful of boys taunting him about his limp and his sexuality. Some of the girls called him ‘faggot’ while others watched or ignored the incidents. He never reported the kids who bothered him because the repercussions would worsen their interactions. Besides, most of the teachers thought he was invisible. Mr. Assuage was the only teacher in the twelve years of his schooling that told Eli he had potential. Mr. Assuage taught the hospitality class and Eli was a natural at cooking and baking. He also baked the weekend scones for the coffee shop and they were the coffee shop’s biggest seller. One day, Mr. Assuage promised, Eli would have a work study program with a pastry chef at one of the best restaurants in town. There weren’t many, but it would be a great way to earn the experience he’d need to escape this town and find a job in a city where they’d accept someone like him. Someone he was still coming to terms with.
He thought of Jason. He remembered what Jason said about leaving this town. Would he be willing to have Eli tag along? Maybe Eli was too childish for Jason, lacking the kind of experience one needed to live in a city. Perhaps one day he’d have the courage to ask Jason.
“You look deep in thought,” said a smiling Jason.
Eli was startled and dropped the coffee mug in his hand. It shattered all over the floor. Jason came around the counter and helped Eli pick up the broken pieces.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” he told Eli. Eli blushed and remained quiet as he cleaned up. Their hands touched when fetching the same piece of broken mug and a surge of electricity zapped Eli. He bounced back and fell on his ass.
“You felt that too?” asked Jason. He smiled at Eli. “I guess there’s a spark between us.”
“Why are you behind the counter, Jason?” asked an irate Brenda. “Customers stay on the other side of the counter.”
“Sorry ma’am. I wanted to help Eli with the mess I caused.”
“You broke my canary mug?”
“I startled Eli and he dropped it. But it was my fault. I’ll pay for it.”
“Nonsense. I’m not happy that my canary mug is forever lost in the cemetery of broken mugs, but I’ll manage my sorrows. Did you want your usual coffee?”
Jason nodded.
“Grab a seat at one of the booths and I’ll send it with Eli once we clean up this mess.”
Jason obliged. When he left, Brenda smiled at Eli and said, “Leave the broken mug for me. Grab Jason his coffee and take your break. Talk to him. I know he likes you as much as you like him. Did you see the way he looks at you?”
“Wha-what are you talking about, Brenda?”

“You’re not fooling anyone, Eli. And that’s ok. You should be happy with who you are. You’ve had enough pain in a lifetime for someone so young. Be yourself and enjoy life. Don’t hide from it. Now take that coffee to Jason and talk to him otherwise you’ll have to deal with my anger over this broken canary mug.”
“It’s a yellow oriole, not a canary.”
“Go!”
Eli took a mug and filled it with coffee before he hesitantly joined Jason at his booth. Jason wore a huge smile when Eli sat across him. Eli noticed Jason’s new hairdo and he liked it more than the spikey hair. Should he say something, he thought? He wanted to but words didn’t come easy around most people, especially Jason. Did he like Jason? Was Brenda right? Was this the meaning to all his feelings?
“Eli? Are you there?” asked Jason.
“Huh? Yeah. I’m here. Why?”
“I asked you how long you could stay and chat. I’m here a little early today and it gets lonely sitting in a booth alone.”
“I have a fifteen minute break.”
“Well that’s better than nothing.”
“I like your hair.”
“What?”
“Shit. Sorry. Th-th-that was s’posed to stay in my h-h-head.”
“No. I’m glad you said it. I didn’t think you noticed.”
“It looks nice-nicer than the s-s-spikes.”
“Then I’ll style it like this every day. Just for you.”
Jason smiled. Eli blushed. They continued this banter and exchange of smiles and blushings until Eli mentioned he should return to work.
“Want to come by my place after school tomorrow? I can serve you up another JD and cola,” said Jason.
“Ok.” Eli smiled and walked to the counter. When he turned back, he noticed Jason watching. Jason smiled and Eli blushed, again. Was this really happening? Did Eli make a friend? A friend who could be more than just a friend? A friend with whom he could run away to a city and make a new life?
***
That evening, Eli tossed and turned in bed, unable to snatch the sandman and conjure up a spell of sleep. He couldn’t stop thinking about Jason and his work. It bothered him more than usual – a burning anger boiled in his chest thinking about the men who would use and maybe abuse Jason so he could make money to keep Jim from hurting him.
He sat up and scrounged in one of his bags for a pair of old boots. In one, he hid his money. He decided to count it. One thousand and forty-three dollars. Was that enough to take him and Jason away? He’d propose it to Jason after school. The thought of Jason smiling and agreeing to the plan made Eli’s body tingle and it felt good. Good enough to reduce the burning in his chest.
Morning took a long time to arrive and when it did, Eli was exhausted. He barely slept. But he was determined to get through the school day and rush over to Jason’s afterwards.
Brenda had a new stack of clothing for Eli to choose from and he chose a burgundy t-shirt and a dark pair of jeans. He ate his breakfast, kissed a surprised Brenda on the cheek, and left for school.
As usual, he slithered through one class to another like a ghost unseen from most. The kids ignored him and he didn’t participate to be noticed by the teachers. It wasn’t until hospitality class that his presence was acknowledged by Mr. Assuage.
“Eli,” said Mr. Assuage, “I think we might be able to get you out of this place and into a work study program sooner than I thought.”
“Oh,” replied Eli.
“I thought you’d be more excited for this opportunity,” said Mr. Assuage. “It’ll allow you to leave school and keep yourself away from the other students.”
Eli liked this idea. “When would I start?”
“I’m finalizing some details with a pastry chef and I’ll need your mother to sign this permission form.”
“M-m-my mo-mother? Wha-what if she says n-n-no?”
“We’ll make sure your mother is well informed on the positive impact such an experience could have on your future.”
Eli nodded his head and took the form with some hesitation. He was nervous about seeing his mother. He dropped by to bring groceries but his mother was always passed out on the sofa. Would she be able to have a conversation with him? Maybe he could convince Brenda to forge his mother’s signature.
The rest of class didn’t go well. Eli was too nervous to prepare his cake properly and it didn’t rise the way it should. He felt as deflated as his cake. He threw the cake in the trash before showing it to Mr. Assuage. It was a rare moment of anger for Eli. Maybe he wasn’t cut out for being a pastry chef. He was going to make a fool of himself and embarrass the school at the work study program. Maybe he shouldn’t do it. He stuffed the permission form in his bag and would rethink it before presenting the idea to Brenda.
On his way home from school, Eli was approached by George, Jeff, Bryan, and their girlfriends. All six made fun of Eli, calling him a ‘faggot cripple’ and kicking dirt at him. They got louder and more physical the more Eli ignored them. Soon he was on the ground, crouched in a fetal position trying to protect himself from the kicks. Eli momentarily escaped his body and thought about Jason. He thought about running away with Jason. Every kick reminded him that he couldn’t take the harassment anymore and the work study didn’t seem like a viable option now that he proved he couldn’t even bake a simple cake. If Jason would consider running away, they could also get Jason away from Jim and the slimy truckers that used him. That was the best plan – to run away – and it had to happen today.
When Jason opened the door, he almost collapsed at the sight of Eli. “What happened, Eli? Who did this to you?” he asked as he helped Eli onto one of the beds in the motel room.
“It’s n-n-not the first time.”

“Someone beats you up regularly?”
“More than one. It’s a g-g-group of them. All of them, really. N-n-no one likes me at school.”
“This doesn’t make sense. Who could hate you so much to hurt you this badly? You’re the sweetest, nicest, and gentlest guy I know.”
Eli shrugged and tears formed in his swollen eyes. Jason sat next to him and gave him a side hug. Eli cringed from the pain but was also filled with an ecstatic feeling of intimacy. He couldn’t remember the last time someone hugged him – maybe his mother when he was a baby.
Eli was overwhelmed with emotion and began to cry. Jason pulled him closer to his body. Eli’s body was bent with his head in Jason’s lap. Jason ran his hand gently through Eli’s hair and said, “It’s alright, Eli. Let it all out. Let go of all the pain.”
Jason used his other hand to gently rub Eli’s shoulder, back, and neck. When Eli looked up at Jason, Jason wiped the tears from his eyes, took Eli’s face in both hands, and kissed him. It was a short, gentle kiss on the lips but it filled Eli with a mixture of foreign emotions, emotions that were too much to deal with at this moment. Eli continued to cry and Jason held him.
“You’re gonna be alright, Eli. I’ll take care of you.”
A couple hours later, there was a light knock on the door. It was barely loud enough to wake up Jason. Eli was asleep in his arms. He gently pulled himself away from Eli and answered the door. It was Brenda.
“Jason!” she exclaimed, “I’m sorry to bother you but I’m so worried about Eli. He didn’t come home from school today!”
“He’s sleeping,” he whispered as he opened the door and pointed to the bed.
“What happened to him?”
“A group of kids at school.”
Brenda was speechless. Like Jason, she couldn’t understand why anyone would want to beat up the sweetest kid in town. She ran over to the bed and surveyed the damage to Eli’s tiny body. He looked smaller than usual, curled up the way he was on the bed. He had a cut above his right eye, his lip was cracked and swollen, and bruises formed patches around his face, neck, and arms. She couldn’t see his torso or legs, but they probably looked just as bad as the exposed skin.
“Could you help me take him home, Jason?”
“He can stay here. No one will bother him. I can watch him.”
“What about Jim? I don’t want that man anywhere near Eli!”
“Jim already came for his money. He won’t have any reason to come visit until after my shift tonight.”
“I’ll grab some food from the coffee shop and the two of you can eat something when he wakes up. If he worsens, please let me know.”
“I will, Brenda. Thank you.”
“Thank you for being a friend to Eli.” She gave Jason a hug and hesitantly left the room. Jason returned to the bed and pulled Eli close to him. He held him thinking about their kiss earlier today, the ache he felt when he saw Eli battered, and how much he wished he had enough money to take them both away from this awful town.
An hour later, Jason gently woke up Eli. “Hey buddy, it’s time to wake up.”
“Wh-what time is it?”
“It’s getting close to my shift at work. I thought you should eat something that Brenda brought us and maybe have a shower before you left.”
“Brenda was here?”
“Yeah, she was worried when you didn’t show up.”
“I’m sorry I’ve been a ha-ha-hassle to both of you.”
“You’re not a hassle, Eli. Stop beating yourself up worse than those kids. You’re hurt and we’re here to help you heal. C’mon. Let’s take off these dirty clothes and get you washed up.”
Eli slowly rose from the bed and stood awkwardly in front of Jason. Jason gave him a tiny smile and asked, “Does it hurt too much to raise your arms.” It did hurt, but Eli raised them without complaint. Jason slowly took off Eli’s shirt exposing his bruised, skinny, hairless chest. He had some underarm hair that matched the dark brown colour on his head. Jason gently rubbed a few of the bruises on Eli’s body and shook his head in sorrow.
“Do they hurt?”
“Yeah.”
“I could kill those kids that did this to you.”
“It-it’s okay. I feel o-okay with you…now.”
Jason smiled and kissed Eli. This time, Eli returned the kiss and his body exploded with tingles of excitement.
“Did anyone tell you that you’re a really great kisser?” said Jason.
Eli shrugged and shook his head. “You’re my f-f-first kiss.”
Jason smiled and pulled Eli closer to him. He gave him another kiss and said, “Take off the rest of your clothes.”
“W-w-what?”
“For the shower. Take your clothes off so we can get you all washed up. I’ll set up a towel and you can use the soap and shampoo in the bathroom. I’ll get ready for work while you clean up.”
Jason gave Eli another short kiss and scooted him to the bathroom. When Jason closed the door to the bathroom, Eli felt dread shroud his body. He momentarily forgot that Jason would soon be hopping from one truck to another, sharing those same lips with strange men. It saddened him and he wished he could take him away tonight.

After Eli’s shower, Jason escorted him to the coffee shop. He grabbed a cup of coffee to go from Brenda and smiled a goodbye to Eli. Eli watched with melancholy as Jason left the shop and disappeared into the lot with a half dozen parked eight-wheelers.

I decided to try something different for this week's #TGIFF story: it's the atypical love story between Eli and Jason and this is Chapter One.


Eli was drying a coffee mug when a black-eyed Jason walked into the shop. He nearly dropped the mug when his heart momentarily stopped at the sight of a hurt Jason. Jason was an attractive boy. He wore his blondish-brown hair long, spiked up front, and shaved on the sides and the back. Summer days saw him wearing tight tank tops showing off his taut, sinewy torso and the tattoos on his arms and shoulder blades. His jeans were always skin tight, barely able to contain an impressive package that made Eli confusingly sweat with desire. He was probably in his late teens, but his street life made him look older. He always smelled of grease, cigarettes and cheap cologne. He was usually one of Eli’s final customers for the night, ordering the largest coffee, black, no cream or sugar, and tipped Eli with a smile, a wink, and a little booty shake on his way out of the shop.
Today, Jason lacked his usual flirtatiousness. He couldn’t look at Eli when he ordered his coffee. As usual, Eli couldn’t say anything to Jason. He was too shy and embarrassed to speak. He poured the coffee, exchanged it for cash, provided change, and accepted his tip. Jason didn’t provide his usual tip. It was a forced half-grin before he dragged himself to a booth – completely out of the ordinary for Jason.
“Is that Jason?” asked Brenda, the shop owner.
“Yes,” said Eli.
“He never stays. Go talk to him,” she said.
“What will I say to him?”
“Ask him about that black eye. Did you notice it?”
“Yeah,” replied a sad Eli.
“It pains you to see him hurt, eh Eli?” asked Brenda.
“I don’t like to see him like that,” he replied.
“Go talk to him, Eli. I’ll handle the cleanup. You only have a few minutes before we close.”
Eli hesitated but Brenda pushed him towards the end of the counter. Reluctantly, Eli limped his way to Jason’s booth.
“H-h-how’s the co-co-coffee?” asked a stuttering Eli.
“Perfect as usual,” smiled Jason. The smile was forced and it made Jason wince at the pain from the black eye.
“Does it hurt?” asked Eli.
“This?” replied Jason as he pointed to his eye. Eli nodded. Jason nodded in return.
“Who did that to you?” asked Eli.
“Do you really want to know?” replied Jason. Eli nodded again. “Then take a seat. I don’t like lookin’ up at someone when I speak to them.”
Eli obliged. He slid into the booth across from Jason.
“Have you heard of Jim Bleak?” Eli shook his head. “He’s my boss. He wasn’t happy with last night’s profits so this was incentive to make more money tonight.”
Eli stared at Jason with a mixture of shock and sadness. He didn’t know how to respond. Brenda was never physical with him regarding his job performance.
“Oh, smile sunshine. I don’t like it when you’re sad,” said Jason. “You always have such a pretty grin when I walk in. Don’t let my eye affect your mood. It’ll go away. It doesn’t hurt that much.”
“He…he should…shouldn’t do that,” replied Eli.
“He’s the boss. He can do what he wants. But one day I’m leaving. When I have enough money, I’m getting out of this awful town and away from Jim.”
The door chime went off and a tall, large man walked in. He had long, salt-and-pepper hair that he wore in a ponytail. His jeans were old, ripped, and too tight for a man his age. His jacket was leather with a strange symbol on its back. He searched the room and came charging towards Jason and Eli. He grabbed Jason by the arm and forced him out of the booth.
“Ouch! You’re hurting me, Jim!” cried Jason.
“Unless this boy’s a client, you should be outside working,” replied an angry Jim.
“He-he-he said y-y-you’re hurting him,” said Eli as he tried to stand without limping.
“This little cripple boy is standing up for you?” laughed Jim. “Get out of here and make sure you bring in twice as much as last night.”
Jason bowed his head with shame and left the shop. He didn’t look at Eli but Eli watched him the entire time until he left the shop. He continued to watch until Jason disappeared into the cab of a trucker.
“Got somethin’ for that little whore, do you?” asked a laughing Jim. He took Jason’s unfinished coffee and drank part of it. “You make awful coffee here. I don’t know how anyone could pay for this crap.”
“If you don’t like it,” replied Brenda as she approached the booth with a bat in her hand, “you can find some other place to steal your coffee from paying customers. And if you hurt that boy again, or try to hurt my Eli, you’ll be at the receiving end of this bat.”
Jim placed the coffee cup back on the table, snickered at Brenda, and left.
“Don’t get messed up with men like that, Eli,” said Brenda.
“No ma’am,” replied Eli. He picked up the cup of coffee, wiped the table, and returned to the front counter to help with the closing cleanup. He kept an eye on the window, staring at the truck that contained Jason. He cleaned coffee mugs and watched until Jason emerged from the truck. Jason wiped his mouth with one hand and stuffed cash into his pocket with the other hand. When the truck drove away, Jim showed up. He said a few words to Jason who reluctantly took out the money from his pocket and gave it to Jim. Jim smiled and pushed Jason towards another truck. Eli watched as Jason disappeared in it. He would repeat this several times until sunrise and part of Eli ached thinking about it.
***
It was past midnight when Eli arrived home from work. His mother was passed out on the sofa with an empty bottle of Jack Daniel’s in her hand. He didn’t bother to turn off the TV or wake his mother. He walked to his room, closed the door, put his iTunes on shuffle, and listened to the music as he laid on his bed thinking about Jason. He thought about how much Jason wanted to leave this town and it echoed familiar sentiments in Eli. Brenda paid Eli in cash and Eli saved almost every cent. The only money he spent was on groceries since his mother spent her welfare cheque on alcohol. He didn’t have a father. He left when Eli was learning to walk and the doctor said he would never walk properly. His father didn’t want a cripple for a son so one day he never returned home from work. Since that day, his grandmother moved in to take care of Eli while Eli’s mother drank her sorrows. At fourteen, Eli’s grandmother died, and Eli’s taken care of himself and his mother since then. In a month, Eli will turn seventeen – old enough to leave this town if he has enough money saved up. Maybe he’d ask Jason how much money he’d need to leave. Could they leave together? The thought stirred unusual emotions in Eli – the kind of emotions the teachers at school told him that boys felt for girls, but Eli never felt this way for a girl or any other boy. All the boys at his school taunted him for having a limp. He walked the hallways alone, not a single friend, everyone afraid that a limp could be contagious. But Jason never made an issue of Eli’s limp. Maybe that’s why he felt the way he did for Jason. He was one of few people who didn’t define Eli for his limp.
Eli was shaken from his reverie by the sound of smashed glass in the kitchen. He ran to see what was happening and discovered his ravaged mother throwing empty bottles of alcohol against the walls and the floor.
“Why don’t we have anymore alcohol in this goddam house!” she yelled as she propelled another bottle in Eli’s direction. He ducked, the bottle barely missing him, and he felt the shattered glass against his skin. He ran outside, limping, with tears in his eyes. He curled himself on the porch and cried himself to sleep.
Eli woke with the sunrise and Brenda was sitting next to him with two cups of coffee.
“Your neighbour called me when she heard the screaming and glass shattering.”
“Were you here all night?” asked Eli.
“I brought a liquid meal for your mom to shut her up. She passed out and I cleaned up the mess. I thought I’d make us some coffee and when you’re feeling awake we’d take some of your clothes and make a bed for you at my place.”
“Wha-wha-what about mother?”
“You’ve been taking care of yourself for three years, Eli. You don’t need her.”
“Bu-but she, she needs me.”
“We can visit her, bring her food, but I’d feel better if you were staying somewhere safe.”
Eli nodded and drank his coffee.
“Grab your stuff when you’re ready and I’ll make you some breakfast at my place.”
***
“How’s breakfast, Eli?” asked Brenda. Eli nodded, demonstrating his approval with a mouthful of eggs, bacon and toast.
“I found some old clothes that belonged to my son when he was your age. Boy, how I miss him. If it wasn’t for that sleazy gal that hitched him up, he’d still be in this town. But she needed the city life. I’m lucky if I get to see him every two to three years. He barely calls to check on his mom, anymore. Sorry about my ramblings, Eli. I know, it’s too early in the morning for it.”
“I don’t mind, ma’am.”
“Eli. I told you to call me Brenda. We work together, we’re friends, and ma’am makes me sound old. Do I look old to you?” she asked with a mischievous grin.
“No ma’am…Brenda. You look very pretty and young for a mother.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment, boy. Now try these clothes on before school. They might be big on you. You’re much skinnier than my boy was at your age, but at least I can mend the ratty clothes your mama sends you to school in the meantime.”
“Thank you. I’ll go try them on right now.”
Eli left the room while Brenda cleaned up the breakfast dishes. “It’s surprising,” she told herself, “how a boy so kind and beautiful-hearted could grow out of that messed-up home.”
The clothes were a little baggy on Eli, at least two sizes too big, but they were comfortable and new compared to the clothes he regularly wore. He felt proud for the first time since he started high school. Maybe the new clothes would deter the others from poking fun at his limp today. Unfortunately, he was wrong. Even after the many praises given to him by Brenda on how handsome he looked, the usual trio at school – George, Jeff and Bryan – said he looked like a hopping, deflated snowman. He was tripped, kicked, and spat on while walking home. His sense of pride dissipated as quickly as his new clothes aged. He felt ashamed to return to Brenda’s after her generous gesture this morning, repaying her with torn clothing. Instead, he hid behind the coffee shop, stalling before his work shift started, knowing that his apron would cover most of the tears and dirt.
The back of the coffee shop was an alley shared by part of a motel. Eli squeezed himself between two large garbage cans and read one of his books to pass the time. During this time, he heard the sound of a door open. It came from one of the rooms on the second floor of the motel. His blondish-brown hair was wet, waiting to be groomed and spiked, while his torso lacked a shirt and the only clothing he wore were a pair of boxers, the kind with repeating happy faces designed all over it. He lit a cigarette and smiled when he noticed Eli watching from the ground.
“Hey boy, most men pay me good money for this view,” said Jason.
Eli blushed, ashamed to be caught peeking at Jason’s body, and returned his stare to his book. He couldn’t read, he was too distracted, but he hoped that he could fool Jason.
“If you don’t have to work,” said Jason, “why don’t you come sit up here. It smells much nicer than that garbage.”
“No thank you,” responded Eli.
“If you don’t come up here, then I’ll have to charge you for the view.”
Jason chuckled at his own joke and Eli sheepishly smiled.
“Stop the presses! He can smile!” exclaimed Jason. “Now get your ass up here. It’ll take me a minute to dress.”
Eli reluctantly rose from his place on the ground, wiped as much dirt off his clothes, and walked up the steps to the second floor of the motel. He stood outside Jason’s door, holding his book tight to his chest, and waited. A few minutes later, Jason came barging out.
“Whatcha waiting out here for. Come inside to my palatial abode.”
Eli noticed that Jason’s black eye was darker today and he was wearing his usual evening outfit – tank top, tight jeans – but his hair was still messy and not spiked. He liked this less-boyish look on Jason. He blushed at his own admission and felt a strange stirring in his pants that made him feel uneasy. He quickly took a seat on the chair by the desk near the door and laid his book down on his crotch.
“Can I pour you a drink?” asked Jason. “I have some J.D. and cola.”
Eli shook his head. “I don’t drink alcohol,” he replied.
“Trust me, you’ll like it.”
Eli shrugged and took the plastic cup filled with the alcoholic mixture. The odour of the alcohol overpowered the usual sweetness of cola but he took a sip because he didn’t want to be rude. He choked and Jason laughed, slapping his knee in the process.
“The same thing happened to me with my first drink,” said Jason. “Don’t be embarrassed, boy. Have another sip and you’ll get used to it. I love my J.D. and cola. It’s the only thing that calms my nerves to deal with Jim and work.”
Eli nodded as though he understood Jason’s reasoning, but he did it to try and distract Jason, not wanting to take another sip. He looked at his watch and noticed that he had thirty minutes before his shift started but he was feeling uncomfortable and needed some space to breathe.
“I-I-I better get g-g-going to work,” stuttered Eli.
“I don’t want to be the reason you’re late for work,” responded Jason. “But you can come visit anytime. It gets quite lonely sometimes and it’s nice to have a friend.”
Eli’s heart somersaulted and his eyes watered at the sound Jason made when he said the word ‘friend.’ No one called him a friend. They all made fun of him or stayed away from him because of his limp.
Eli nodded and smiled before he made his way to the door.
“You should smile more,” commented Jason. “You look very handsome when you smile.”
There was that stirring in Eli’s pants again. This time, Eli rushed out the door, down the steps, and inside the coffee shop through the back door. He almost tripped over his limp running so fast, but he stood near the back door, catching his breath, and tried to calm the heat of emotion that rumbled throughout his body. What did these feelings mean? Is this what it felt like to have a friend?
“There you are,” said a voice from the other end. It was Brenda. “You never came by the house after school.”
“Sorry. I-I-I had to stay b-b-behind.”
“What happened to your clothes?” asked Brenda as she neared Eli.
Eli blushed and lowered his head in shame.
“Was it those boys at school? I should call that Principal…”
“NO!” shouted Eli. It took Brenda by surprise. Eli never screamed. He usually spoke softly, if he did speak.

“Ok. Ok. Don’t get your pants all knotted up. We’ll get you a fresh set for tomorrow. Here, put on your apron and let’s get to work. The afternoon rush’ll start soon.”

I decided to indulge my cravings for argentine meat and returned to Buenos Aires for the holidays. Martin was waiting for me, semi-erection evident in his tight jeans, holding up a sign with my name as I walked out the airport. He gave me a hug, our bodies close, and his semi-erection rubbed against my thigh. I knew I made the right decision to visit.
Instead of directing me out of the airport, Martin dragged me to an empty bathroom stall and pulled my pants and underwear to my thighs. His mouth was full with my hard cock and I moaned my approval before I had a chance to register any objection to sex in a dirty bathroom stall. We heard other men enter and leave the bathroom, but that didn’t stop Martin from devouring every inch of my manhood. I whimpered when he pulled on my balls with one hand and kneaded an ass cheek with the other hand. A poke from a stray finger in my quivering hole sent me over the edge and I showered Martin’s mouth with my seed. Off his knees, Martin wiped his mouth with a smile and engulfed me with a passionate, ‘welcome back’ kiss. I eagerly returned his kiss, grabbed his crotch, and whispered, “Fuck me.”
My face was pushed against the wall and my ass was hiked up in readying position for a welcomed intrusion. Martin’s cock felt familiar, warm, silky, and large. My hole swallowed it up. It ached for an uninhibited fuck – flesh on flesh. I growled with each thrust, pushing my ass against his cock, eager to feel every inch inside me. Martin bit the back of my neck and used his hands to hold my waist. The initial slow fuck soon turned to an orgasmic high of jackhammering thrusts against my sweet spot. My moans grew louder and I didn’t care who heard me. The ecstasy of the fuck was heightened from the thought of others hearing us. Part of me wished for someone to walk in and join us.
It wasn’t long before Martin’s breathing grew heavy. I knew he was close so I clenched my sphincter around his cock, creating more friction. Martin yelped against my skin just before he cried out his orgasm and squirted his seed deep inside with a few final thrusts. We stood motionless, panting, with my body squeezed between the wall and Martin’s body. Martin kissed my neck before he pulled out. I clenched my sphincter again, this time to hold Martin’s seed inside. I wanted him inside me until our next fuck which I planned to take when we reached his home.
As planned, I was riding Martin as soon as my luggage hit the ground. It felt incredible riding his massive cock like a jockey on his horse. Lubricant was unnecessary with the wetness of his first ejaculation still inside me. My hands were planted firmly against his beautiful, hairy pecs, while his hands smacked my ass. I wanted to yell “yee haw!” like a cowboy riding an untameable bull. He was all mine from tip to base.
I was near orgasm when I noticed someone from a neighbouring building watching us while he smoked a cigarette on his balcony. One hand was tucked inside his shorts and it massaged his erection. We were turning him on and it made the ride more fantastical.
“We…have…a…guest,” I tried to say between breaths. Martin looked through the window and smiled, “He always watches.” I was a little jealous at Martin’s acknowledgment of other men in his bed but now he was all mine and that’s all that mattered. We both enjoyed exhibiting our sexual talents and I looked directly at the voyeur when I came all over Martin’s chest. The man smiled and tugged harder on his cock. His body shook with a noticeable wet spot on his crotch. The sight excited me to the point of riding Martin harder and faster. He came inside me again but the man on the balcony had disappeared before catching Martin’s orgasm. Nonetheless, the second feeding of his seed inside me felt warm and welcoming, and encouraged a renewed sexcapade with my argentine lover.
***

Join Steve on his earlier sexcapades with Martin in “A Taste of Argentina” available for purchase on Smashwords and Amazon.

Enjoy an excerpt from my festive MM Romance, Friends and Lovers at Christmas...available for $0.99 at Smashwords.

“Look at the hot DILF next in line,” whispered Frankie behind his white Santa beard.
“You think every guy with a kid is hot enough to fuck,” replied Liam, before he jangled his bell-covered elf shoes across the stage to greet the next child in line eager to have his picture taken with Santa.
“Who's this cute little guy?” asked Liam.
“My name is Noah. I'm four and I'm not little! I'm a big boy!” he replied with a huge, dimpled grin.
“Well Noah, are you ready to take a picture with Santa?”
“Only if daddy can come with me.”
Noah pulled his father by the hand as Liam escorted the pair to Santa.
“Ho, ho, ho, little man. Take a seat and tell Santa what you want for Christmas.”
“I want you to send daddy a boyfriend.”
“Noah, shhh. You don't need to tell Santa about me,” replied the blushing man.
“No worries Noah. I'm sure your daddy doesn't need my help to find a boyfriend.” Frankie smiled and winked at Noah's father while Liam rolled his eyes in the background, “What else can Santa bring you?”
“Can you get mommy to invite daddy to Christmas dinner?”
“Noah, that's enough. Why don't we take our picture?”
“Sounds like a great idea,” replied Liam as he offered Noah's father a seat next to his son and Santa.
“Thank you. I'm Jeff,” replied Noah's dad, stretching out his arm to Liam.
“That's what Elf Liam is here to do. I'm glad I could help.”
Liam extended his arm and shook hands with Jeff. Something about the touch was electric, startling Liam. He looked at Jeff who wore a huge smile with two adorable dimples, one on each cheek. Did Jeff feel that spark too, wondered Liam. His thought was quickly interrupted by Santa Frankie.
“Hey, Elfie Liam, I told you to stop flirting with all the sexy fathers. Now Jeff, scoot on closer so that I can give both you and Noah a nice, big, Santa hug. Elfie Liam, get ready to take the picture!”
Partially dazed, Liam took his place behind the camera and captured the picture. Jeff looked directly at him the entire time.
“The picture looks great! It'll be ready for pick up in twenty minutes.”
“Thanks Liam,” replied Jeff. “I'll see you later.”
“Bye Santa! Bye Elfie!” yelled Noah as he walked away holding his father's hand. Liam watched and admired the man's beautiful physique from behind. Damn! He is a sexy DILF!

“Liam! Line up's backing up! Let's get rolling!” ordered Santa Frankie. Liam obliged with a smile, looking forward to his next encounter with Jeff.

#TGIFF! Welcome to week 6 of Peter and Liam's story "Falling Into Leaves: An Autumnal Gay Sex Story" Enjoy this week's story!
***
“This is the last of it,” I say, placing the dirty dishes into the sink. I notice Peter’s wearing a pair of rubber gloves and an apron while he rinses the dishes before arranging them in the dishwasher. He looks so damn sexy in the apron. I bring myself behind him and kiss him on his neck.
“Watch it Liam, I’ve got a knife in my hand. And you know I startle easily.”
“Let’s see if you harden easily too.”
I reach around and feel for an erection. It’s there. I’m glad that I didn’t ruin things between us based on my poor first impression with his mother. That is, if an erect cock is a gauge on how he still feels about me.
“Let me finish cleaning up, Liam!”
“I won’t get in the way,” I say, as I unbutton and unzip his pants, pull them to the ground, and get on my knees so that my face is aligned with his beautiful, hard, plump ass. I knead it with his underwear still on; the other hand playing with his erection. Small moans escape Peter’s mouth and that’s all the incentive I need to yank his underwear down and press my tongue into his hole. A gasp and the sound of fallen cutlery follow. My hand is nearly stabbed by a stray knife but I don’t let that stop me. He tastes like the outdoors and it’s intoxicating. I sniff, I lick, and I tug on his cock. It keeps him quiet, besides the moaning, and I know he’s hooked. He holds onto the counter and pushes his ass into my face, forcing my tongue deeper into his hole. My erection is hard enough to break ceramic plates and it’s twitching for some action. I ignore it for the time being, knowing that the extra work I put into rimming Peter will pay off when I fuck him in the end.
“That’s the spot, Liam,” growls Peter. He’s moving his ass in tandem with the motions of my tongue, slapping his cheeks against my face. I’m transported to my fantasy land, a land filled with men’s asses crouched over my face, and Peter’s ass is the top prize.
A few more licks, a squeeze and a tug on his huge erection, and I’m ready to fuck. I use one hand to unbutton my pants and the other to play with his hole. The slick warmness that swallows my two fingers sends a flood of endorphins throughout my body in anticipation of that same feeling on my cock. I slide in a third finger and Peter howls, “Give me your cock!”
Who am I to deny such a request?
I spit into my hand, slick my cock, and push slowly allowing only the tip of my cock to squeeze through his tight entrance. A gasp escapes both of us and he uses one rubber-gloved hand to hold me back, telling me with his body to take it slow. I can. I will. I want this to last longer than Mexican food in my digestive tract.
With the tip of my cock held firmly in place, I kiss the back of his neck. He stretches backwards and our lips meet. I groan into his mouth as our tongues fight for a position down each other’s throats. The kissing distracts him and I push my cock a little further into his hole. It slides easily and I’m in deeper than I expected. Peter whimpers into my mouth and pulls me further inside by using his hand to push my ass and bridge the gap between us. Quickly, I’m balls deep inside him and I hold my cock still, granting him time to get accustomed to my girth.
Moans and whimpers are followed by a slow rocking rhythm of his ass against my cock. He’s ready to be fucked. I bend him over the counter, his ass beautifully exposed against the bright yellow apron, and I begin to fuck slowly with deep, long thrusts. He gasps when my cock is close to escape and he growls when it pushes against his sweet spot. We play this slow tango of ass and cock until he begs me to fuck him hard. So I fuck him hard. I fuck him deep. I jackhammer his hole and we’re both on the verge to orgasm.
“I’m close,” he growls. “Come with me!”
That’s all the incentive I need to give him one final thrust and my seed explodes deep inside him. I yelp my orgasm, sounding like a feral cat in heat – a complete contrast to his lion-like growls that escape with his semen which splatter the kitchen cabinets.
I drop my head onto his shoulders and he kisses the left temple of my head.
“Thank you. I needed that,” he tells me. I conjure enough energy to give him a smile.
“Am I forgiven for my poor display of manners with your mother today?”
“You had to ruin the moment by mentioning my mother. Get your cock out of my ass! I’ve got dishes to clean.”
“Don’t forget your crusty cum all over the kitchen cabinets.”

I kiss him once more on his cheek before I pop my deflating erection out his leaking ass and sashay my way out the room. “I’ll be taking a bath if you need me,” I tease.
***
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It's here! A collection of erotic poems inspired by pop music. The poem, Shagging Boys in the Street, was initially a one-timer but it helped generate a flow of creative juices and a "track list" of thirty-one hits:


I'm 5amGlory Hole iWank Walking on Used Condoms Nothing Compares to Sodomy Roar Pee On Me From A Distance No Apologies I Want To Wear Stockings Cocksuckers That Look You Oughta Know Threesome These Lips Big Fat Dicks Let It Cum! Rudolph I’m A Virgin, No More Lonely Nights on Twitter 8 Good Reasons Daddy Don’t Preach Skyfall Secret Lover Since You’ve Been Gone Reborn Shagging Boys In The Street Monument Ebony and Ivory Love Is Patient #LoveWins
The project is available as an 8" x 10" soft-cover book with a full-colour glossy finish. The pictures included are full-page or partial-page, in colour, and are all original digital drawings or paintings by me! It makes for a great gift and/or coffee table book! Made to order and available for purchase at CreateSpace and Amazon - gotta use those gift cards somehow! :-)






Enjoy a classic example, "Glory Hole." Can you figure out which 80's dance hit it's based on? A few others have been posted on here: Big Fat Dicks, iWank, Nothing Compares to Sodomy...

Glory hole, I’ll meet you at theglory holebut I’ll never see a thingbesides a cock to explore.On my knees, I lick the tip;hands on wall, lips firmly grip.I think you’re headed for a blowout,so don’t let go ‘till I taste your drip.
I think that I rememberthe sweetness of your tasteeven in your current hasteto leave the glory hole.
Glory hole, I always hear you callingand I keep respondingeager for the next pouring;I’ll swallow every timeat a glory hole.
Glory hole,I think that I’m addicted;glory hole,bewildered to resist it;glory hole,‘cause I never forgetthe sweetness of my breathonce I devour manly polesat a glory hole.

GAY ZOMBIE KILLERS! Yes, it’s a gay supernatural erotic tale of a gay couple who are chosen to rid the world of zombies after they and their leaders, the demon leeches, have conquered various parts of Earth. The entire story is now available in eBook format. If you enjoy the excerpt below, buy the book to find out what happens next! ;-)


The two men were tangled between limbs and bed sheets. It was an exhausting night of battling brain-eating monsters and an exhilarating denouement of post-battle sex. Damian, the bulkier and shorter of the two, whipped his long hair away from his face as Suhul, his tall and slim, mocha-skinned lover, nibbled on the perky yet sensitive nipples of Damian’s impressive pectorals.

“Su, chill! They’re extremely sensitive after I cum.”

“I know,” replied Suhul with his thick, bushy eyebrows lifting mockingly to Damian’s comment. He enjoyed watching Damian squirm when his post-sex sensations were beyond tolerable. “I’m ready for round two.”

“Whoa, Su! Give a guy some time to regenerate!”

Suhul jumped on Damian, straddling his crotch, and moaning at the sensation of a semi-erect cock against his anal mouth. “C’mon Damian, your mocha latte needs some cream.”

A slap on Suhul’s ass cheek was followed by a swift move from Damian. Suhul was quickly pinned under Damian’s taut and strong body. His erection grew larger and harder, and it was quickly propelled inside Suhul’s quivering and eager hole. It swallowed the cock whole like a snake with its prey. Damian growled with pleasure, sensations crawling across his cock and charging throughout his body. He started with long, slow thrusts; thrusts that had his cock almost escape the grasp from Suhul’s sphincter, followed by a complete strike against his cock’s base. Suhul’s eyes fluttered every time Damian’s cock hit his sweet spot. “More,” begged Suhul, “give me more! Give it to me hard! Pound me and tenderize me!”

Damian obliged.

Sweat poured from Damian’s body and dripped to mix with the sweat pooling on Suhul’s body. The two men kept eye contact during the entire tryst, enjoying their expressions of bliss and ecstasy. Damian came first with a deep thrust inside Suhul, filling his hole with a second serving of juices. The spasms in his hole made Suhul reach orgasm too and he projected semen across his chest and against his chin. With his cock inside Suhul, Damian bent over and licked the semen off Suhul’s chin before he engaged in a deep-throated kiss. Groans continued to serenade the room from both men as they battled their desires with tongues tangled in each other’s throats.

“Fuck, I needed that!” proclaimed Suhul as Damian pulled himself out and off of Suhul.

“After a night like last night, we definitely needed a stress reliever,” replied Damian.

“What did you do with our clothes?” asked Suhul.

“The usual.”

“Great. I guess we’re going shopping today. I think that was my last pair of underwear that you incinerated.”

“No worries, babe. I prefer you going commando.” said Damian as he slapped Suhul’s ass before getting up and relieving himself in the bathroom. With the door open, Suhul watched Damian from the bed.

“Do you think that was the last batch?” asked Damian.

“Batch? Sweetie, they used to be human. And no, I don’t think that was the last batch. Until we find Blaise, he’ll continue to infect populations of gay men.”

“As much as I enjoy chopping off the heads of gay zombies,” replied Damian as he flushed the toilet before continuing his thought, “I prefer giving head to my Su. Can’t we run away somewhere remote, just you and me, where we can be naked all day, drink, bask in the sunshine, swim, and fuck?”

“That does sound nice but who’d protect the others from Blaise and his leeches?” asked Suhul.

“Does it always have to be us?” retorted Damian. “My business card used to say Real Estate Agent. Now it’s covered in blood with ‘Zombie Killer’ scribbled across it.”

“You’re the chosen ones,” said a familiar voice that interrupted the couple’s discussion.

“Most people knock first, Kenzo,” replied Suhul as he covered his body with the bed sheets. Damian straddled over to Kenzo and gave him a hug hello.

“Sorry, I’m a bit sweaty,” said Damian.

“And naked,” remarked Kenzo as he took in the breath-taking sight of Damian’s glowing, lightly tanned skin. He was hairless except for some blond curls above his penis that matched the messy blond curls on his head. Damian’s brown eyes were almost as dark at Kenzo’s black eyes, but they were big and prominent compared to the rest of Damian’s fair-coloured body. Whatever emotion Damian was expressing, his eyes were always puppy-worthy and no man could ever deny him a request. Except Suhul. Suhul was the level-headed half to Damian’s hot-headed self. He was taller and slimmer than Damian, but he had the most beautiful green eyes that hypnotized Damian into falling in love with him the moment they met. His green eyes were uncommon to Arab men, but Suhul was one of the lucky two-percent. They glowed magically against his golden-brown, sepia skin; especially so when he smiled and his cheeks displayed warm hues of reddish bronze.

“So what brings you here, Kenzo?” asked Damian as he wrapped a towel around his waist and joined Suhul on the bed. Kenzo sat on the edge of the bed before saying, “One of the zombies got away last night.”

“Are you kidding me,” said Suhul. It was more of a statement rather than a question.

“We never miss,” added Damian.

“This time you did,” said a stern Kenzo, “and he’s already infected a handful of men.”

“So you’re telling us we need to get out there again,” replied Suhul.

“Yes, as soon as it’s dark and they’re out hunting.”

“We just had a marathon of sex! I need to sleep!” complained Damian.

“Zombie killing above sex, always,” said Kenzo.

“I bet if you were having sex, you would think otherwise,” smirked Damian. Suhul punched him in the arm before adding, “We’ll be there. Any intelligence on their possible hangout?”

“Jayce had a vision and there’s a good chance they’re hiding in an abandoned warehouse along the eastern edge of Lakeshore Boulevard.”

“Can Jayce still be a witch now that he transformed into a man?” asked Damian.

“Male witches do exist,” remarked Suhul.

“Besides, Jayce’s gender is of no importance here. He is a useful soldier in our fight against Blaise,” added Kenzo.

“I wish all I had to do was close my eyes and pull information from my ass,” said Damian. “She...sorry, he’s wrong most of the time.”

“He has an eighty-three percent record of being right,” replied Kenzo.

“Eighty-three, eh? He couldn’t be at least eight-four?” asked Damian mockingly at Kenzo.

“Enough, Damian!” said Suhul, raising his voice for the first time since his earlier orgasmic shouts. “Give us the coordinates, Kenzo, and we’ll be there at our usual time.”

“I’ve texted them to you both. Good luck, be careful, and don’t miss anyone this time.”

Without saying goodbye, Kenzo floated away.

“I hate it when he pops in like that and then shows off his mystic skills as he leaves,” commented Damian.

“Don’t be a sourpuss and come give me a kiss,” replied Suhul.

Damian bent over to give Suhul a kiss and Suhul snatched the towel from Damian. “Mmm, I think we can go one more round before our next zombie killing spree.”

“You always say the most romantic things in bed.”

***
The lake shimmered a black reflection at this time of night. It appeared darker the further east Damian drove, into areas of the city where most of the old manufacturing buildings had been shut down for decades and the land lacked any interest from potential developers. It was the perfect breeding ground for Blaise’s zombies.

“How much further ‘till we get there?” asked Damian. Suhul checked his phone app before responding, “Approximately ten minutes.”

“Does Lakeshore Boulevard continue for another ten minutes?”

“According to the app, it does.”

Damian sighed. He was tired, he wanted to sleep, and he knew the only way to do so was to kill this group of zombies as quickly as possible. He also knew that the longer it took to find them, they’d likely escape from their hiding spot to hunt.

“Do you smell that?” asked Suhul, interrupting Damian’s thoughts.

“I promise, it wasn’t me this time.”

“No, not your irritable bowel odours. It’s more like decaying meat. I think we’re close.”

“I don’t smell any...”

Bang!

The car hit something on the road, forcing Damian to slam the breaks and lose most of the friction between the tires and the road. They skidded towards one of the dilapitated buildings but luckily stopped before the car slammed into one of its walls.

“What did you do, Damian? Why weren’t you paying attention?”

“It wasn’t my fault. That...thing came out of nowhere.”

“What was it?”

“No fucking idea.”

“Grab the machettes and let’s check it out.”

The two men exited the car carrying two machettes each. They wore black kevlar body suits that ran from their toes to the top of their necks. With Kenzo’s help, they learned long ago that kevlar was the only material that resisted a zombie bite. It also made it difficult to tear holes in the rear, protecting them from zombie rapes. The easiest and fastest method of infection was through anal semen deposits.

The boulevard was dark with the only light coming from the car’s headlight. Both men slipped on their night shades - similar to night goggles but in a more stylish, sunglass style. The night shades used a special image enhancement technology that collected all the available light, including infrared light, and amplified it so that one could easily see what’s going on in the dark. The acrid blood running through a zombie’s body emitted a foul vapour from their pores, similar to how humans prespire, but these vapours were only visible with infrared light.

“I smell it now too,” commented Damian.

“To your left! I saw a flash of red!” yelled Suhul as he ran towards the direction of his sighting.

“Wait up! I’m coming to back you up.”

The red image zipped quickly through the darkness and hid amongst the buildings. Both men approached every corner carefully, trying to use their sense of smell to help locate the zombie.

Whack!

Damian was knocked to the ground. “Ouch! Fuck! Where’d did that come from?”

Suhul turned around and whispered, “What’s going on?”

“Watch out!”

Whoosh!

Suhul was picked up off the ground, carried across the boulevard, and thrown against the wall of another building. The powerful impact knocked him partially through the wall with bricks falling and trapping him. The creature approached him, staring with reddish-yellow eyes sucked into dark grey caverns on its face. The grey colour was a common skin tone for most zombies, but this creature had a much darker hue and its veins were a blistering, emerald green, ready to burst at the slightest touch. It garbled noises from its salivating, puss-filled mouth as it tried to pull Suhul from the rubble. It was eager for a feeding when a sharp machete swung through the air and decapitated the zombie. Headless, it continued to pull on Suhul’s legs but was quickly knocked away by a swift jump kick by Damian. The creature wiggled on the ground until its demonic soul finally dissipated into the earth, rendering the body motionless.

Damian ran to the rubble and tried to free Suhul. “Talk to me, babes. Are you able to move?” But there was no response. Only his legs were exposed and if his head was buried on the other side of the pile of bricks, Damian had little time left to save Suhul from suffocation. He had begun moving the bricks when something knocked him to the side.

“I’ll show you how it’s done,” stated a stoic Kenzo. He raised his head to the sky, chanted a few indecipherable words until his black eyes glowed white. Two massive rays ejected from his eyes and incinerated the rubble that covered Suhul. Damian ran towards his lover, carefully lifted his unresponsive head, and said, “Can you hear me babes? Wake up! Please wake up! I can’t do life without!” He checked for a pulse - it was very weak - but he was breathing, although his breath was very shallow.

“Kenzo, he’s alive! Can you help me?”

“There’s no time. I’ll call the paramedics, but we need to catch the rest of the zombies.”

“NO! I’m not leaving Suhul on his own!”

“You will obey, Damian. That’s an order from one of the Divinity.”

“Fuck you and the Divinity!”

“You do know what will happen if you disobey one of the Divinity?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be on our side? We’rethe chosen ones. You need us!”

“Exactly. We must hurry before the zombies are overtly scattered in this dark.”

“Not without Suhul!”

Kenzo’s chest huffed and puffed, readying to explode like a child’s tantrum. After a few deep breaths, he picked up Suhul’s body and spoke to Damian, “I got him. Will you come now?”

Without waiting for a response, Kenzo leapt into the air carrying Suhul across the boulevard.

“I can’t fly, Kenzo! Wait for me!”


***

Back at their home, Damian was ‘nurturing’ Suhul back to health.

“As much as I love your lips on my cock, Damian, I’m sure it’s not going to help me heal. We really should get some sleep.”

“Don’t underestimate the healing power of my tongue.”

“I love how you can find a reason to have sex anytime and anywhere,” stated Suhul.

“Did you just tell me you love me?”

“You know what I meant.”

“Yeah, you love me. You really love me!”

Damian jumped on Suhul’s bruised body, causing Suhul to groan in pain but Damian’s passionate kiss helped to quickly subdue the pain.

“Maybe when all this is over,” started Damian but was quickly interrupted by Suhul.

“I’m not getting married. We already had this conversation.”

“That was before you said you loved me,” replied Damian in a childish voice while he rubbed his ass over Suhul’s growing cock.

“You’re not going to change my mind with sex.”

“Once again, you underestimate the power of my sexual techniques.” And with a swift movement of Damian’s hands, he pulled Suhul’s cock from his thong and buried it deep in his hole. “I’m gonna keep fucking myself on you until you agree to marry me.”

“Even...after...I...cum...?” replied a breathless Suhul.

“I’ll keep you hard and carry on fucking myself on your luscious cock over and over and over and...”

“Ok, I’ll marry you!” yelped Suhul during orgasm. Damian came in tandem and barked his orgasm. He collapsed on Suhul and pulled him into a bear hug. “I knew you’d say yes. I love you, my Su.”

“I love you too, Damian. Now can we get some shut eye?”

This week we’re taking a break from Peter and Liam’s “Falling into Leaves” romance to introduce you to Damian and Suhul, gay zombie killers! Yes, it’s a gay supernatural erotic tale of a gay couple who are chosen to rid the world of zombies after them and their leaders, the demon leeches, have conquered various parts of Earth. I was planning to have the entire story ready for purchase as an eBook but spent too much time painting and not enough time writing to meet my deadline. Ooops! As consolation, I thought I would treat you to an excerpt of the story. I would love any feedback as I continue to complete this erotic, supernatural tale. Enjoy! ;-)

The two men were tangled between limbs and bed sheets. It was an exhausting night of battling brain-eating monsters and an exhilarating denouement of post-battle sex. Damian, the bulkier and shorter of the two, whipped his long hair away from his face as Suhul, his tall and slim, mocha-skinned lover, nibbled on the perky yet sensitive nipples of Damian’s impressive pectorals.

“Su, chill! They’re extremely sensitive after I cum.”

“I know,” replied Suhul with his thick, bushy eyebrows lifting mockingly to Damian’s comment. He enjoyed watching Damian squirm when his post-sex sensations were beyond tolerable. “I’m ready for round two.”

“Whoa, Su! Give a guy some time to regenerate!”

Suhul jumped on Damian, straddling his crotch, and moaning at the sensation of a semi-erect cock against his anal mouth. “C’mon Damian, your mocha latte needs some cream.”

A slap on Suhul’s ass cheek was followed by a swift move from Damian. Suhul was quickly pinned under Damian’s taut and strong body. His erection grew larger and harder, and it was quickly propelled inside Suhul’s quivering and eager hole. It swallowed the cock whole like a snake with its prey. Damian growled with pleasure, sensations crawling across his cock and charging throughout his body. He started with long, slow thrusts; thrusts that had his cock almost escape the grasp from Suhul’s sphincter, followed by a complete strike against his cock’s base. Suhul’s eyes fluttered every time Damian’s cock hit his sweet spot. “More,” begged Suhul, “give me more! Give it to me hard! Pound me and tenderize me!”

Damian obliged.

Sweat poured from Damian’s body and dripped to mix with the sweat pooling on Suhul’s body. The two men kept eye contact during the entire tryst, enjoying their expressions of bliss and ecstasy. Damian came first with a deep thrust inside Suhul, filling his hole with a second serving of juices. The spasms in his hole made Suhul reach orgasm too and he projected semen across his chest and against his chin. With his cock inside Suhul, Damian bent over and licked the semen off Suhul’s chin before he engaged in a deep-throated kiss. Groans continued to serenade the room from both men as they battled their desires with tongues tangled in each other’s throats.

“Fuck, I needed that!” proclaimed Suhul as Damian pulled himself out and off of Suhul.

“After a night like last night, we definitely needed a stress reliever,” replied Damian.

“What did you do with our clothes?” asked Suhul.

“The usual.”

“Great. I guess we’re going shopping today. I think that was my last pair of underwear that you incinerated.”

“No worries, babe. I prefer you going commando.” said Damian as he slapped Suhul’s ass before getting up and relieving himself in the bathroom. With the door open, Suhul watched Damian from the bed.

“Do you think that was the last batch?” asked Damian.

“Batch? Sweetie, they used to be human. And no, I don’t think that was the last batch. Until we find Blaise, he’ll continue to infect populations of gay men.”

“As much as I enjoy chopping off the heads of gay zombies,” replied Damian as he flushed the toilet before continuing his thought, “I prefer giving head to my Su. Can’t we run away somewhere remote, just you and me, where we can be naked all day, drink, bask in the sunshine, swim, and fuck?”

“That does sound nice but who’d protect the others from Blaise and his leeches?” asked Suhul.

“Does it always have to be us?” retorted Damian. “My business card used to say Real Estate Agent. Now it’s covered in blood with ‘Zombie Killer’ scribbled across it.”

“You’re the chosen ones,” said a familiar voice that interrupted the couple’s discussion.

“Most people knock first, Kenzo,” replied Suhul as he covered his body with the bed sheets. Damian straddled over to Kenzo and gave him a hug hello.

“Sorry, I’m a bit sweaty,” said Damian.

“And naked,” remarked Kenzo as he took in the breath-taking sight of Damian’s glowing, lightly tanned skin. He was hairless except for some blond curls above his penis that matched the messy blond curls on his head. Damian’s brown eyes were almost as dark at Kenzo’s black eyes, but they were big and prominent compared to the rest of Damian’s fair-coloured body. Whatever emotion Damian was expressing, his eyes were always puppy-worthy and no man could ever deny him a request. Except Suhul. Suhul was the level-headed half to Damian’s hot-headed self. He was taller and slimmer than Damian, but he had the most beautiful green eyes that hypnotized Damian into falling in love with him the moment they met. His green eyes were uncommon to Arab men, but Suhul was one of the lucky two-percent. They glowed magically against his golden-brown, sepia skin; especially so when he smiled and his cheeks displayed warm hues of reddish bronze.

“So what brings you here, Kenzo?” asked Damian as he wrapped a towel around his waist and joined Suhul on the bed. Kenzo sat on the edge of the bed before saying, “One of the zombies got away last night.”

“Are you kidding me,” said Suhul. It was more of a statement rather than a question.

“We never miss,” added Damian.

“This time you did,” said a stern Kenzo, “and he’s already infected a handful of men.”

“So you’re telling us we need to get out there again,” replied Suhul.

“Yes, as soon as it’s dark and they’re out hunting.”

“We just had a marathon of sex! I need to sleep!” complained Damian.

“Zombie killing above sex, always,” said Kenzo.

“I bet if you were having sex, you would think otherwise,” smirked Damian. Suhul punched him in the arm before adding, “We’ll be there. Any intelligence on their possible hangout?”

“Jayce had a vision and there’s a good chance they’re hiding in an abandoned warehouse along the eastern edge of Lakeshore Boulevard.”

“Can Jayce still be a witch now that he transformed into a man?” asked Damian.

“Male witches do exist,” remarked Suhul.

“Besides, Jayce’s gender is of no importance here. He is a useful soldier in our fight against Blaise,” added Kenzo.

“I wish all I had to do was close my eyes and pull information from my ass,” said Damian. “She...sorry, he’s wrong most of the time.”

“He has an eighty-three percent record of being right,” replied Kenzo.

“Eighty-three, eh? He couldn’t be at least eight-four?” asked Damian mockingly at Kenzo.

“Enough, Damian!” said Suhul, raising his voice for the first time since his earlier orgasmic shouts. “Give us the coordinates, Kenzo, and we’ll be there at our usual time.”

“I’ve texted them to you both. Good luck, be careful, and don’t miss anyone this time.”

Without saying goodbye, Kenzo floated away.

“I hate it when he pops in like that and then shows off his mystic skills as he leaves,” commented Damian.

“Don’t be a sourpuss and come give me a kiss,” replied Suhul.

Damian bent over to give Suhul a kiss and Suhul snatched the towel from Damian. “Mmm, I think we can go one more round before our next zombie killing spree.”

“You always say the most romantic things in bed.”
***
The lake shimmered a black reflection at this time of night. It appeared darker the further east Damian drove, into areas of the city where most of the old manufacturing buildings had been shut down for decades and the land lacked any interest from potential developers. It was the perfect breeding ground for Blaise’s zombies.

“How much further ‘till we get there?” asked Damian. Suhul checked his phone app before responding, “Approximately ten minutes.”

“Does Lakeshore Boulevard continue for another ten minutes?”

“According to the app, it does.”

Damian sighed. He was tired, he wanted to sleep, and he knew the only way to do so was to kill this group of zombies as quickly as possible. He also knew that the longer it took to find them, they’d likely escape from their hiding spot to hunt.

“Do you smell that?” asked Suhul, interrupting Damian’s thoughts.

“I promise, it wasn’t me this time.”

“No, not your irritable bowel odours. It’s more like decaying meat. I think we’re close.”

“I don’t smell any...”

Bang!

The car hit something on the road, forcing Damian to slam the breaks and lose most of the friction between the tires and the road. They skidded towards one of the dilapitated buildings but luckily stopped before the car slammed into one of its walls.

“What did you do, Damian? Why weren’t you paying attention?”

“It wasn’t my fault. That...thing came out of nowhere.”

“What was it?”

“No fucking idea.”

“Grab the machettes and let’s check it out.”

The two men exited the car carrying two machettes each. They wore black kevlar body suits that ran from their toes to the top of their necks. With Kenzo’s help, they learned long ago that kevlar was the only material that resisted a zombie bite. It also made it difficult to tear holes in the rear, protecting them from zombie rapes. The easiest and fastest method of infection was through anal semen deposits.

The boulevard was dark with the only light coming from the car’s headlight. Both men slipped on their night shades - similar to night goggles but in a more stylish, sunglass style. The night shades used a special image enhancement technology that collected all the available light, including infrared light, and amplified it so that one could easily see what’s going on in the dark. The acrid blood running through a zombie’s body emitted a foul vapour from their pores, similar to how humans prespire, but these vapours were only visible with infrared light.

“I smell it now too,” commented Damian.

“To your left! I saw a flash of red!” yelled Suhul as he ran towards the direction of his sighting.

“Wait up! I’m coming to back you up.”

The red image zipped quickly through the darkness and hid amongst the buildings. Both men approached every corner carefully, trying to use their sense of smell to help locate the zombie.

Whack!

Damian was knocked to the ground. “Ouch! Fuck! Where’d did that come from?”

Suhul turned around and whispered, “What’s going on?”

“Watch out!”

Whoosh!

Suhul was picked up off the ground, carried across the boulevard, and thrown against the wall of another building. The powerful impact knocked him partially through the wall with bricks falling and trapping him. The creature approached him, staring with reddish-yellow eyes sucked into dark grey caverns on its face. The grey colour was a common skin tone for most zombies, but this creature had a much darker hue and its veins were a blistering, emerald green, ready to burst at the slightest touch. It garbled noises from its salivating, puss-filled mouth as it tried to pull Suhul from the rubble. It was eager for a feeding when a sharp machete swung through the air and decapitated the zombie. Headless, it continued to pull on Suhul’s legs but was quickly knocked away by a swift jump kick by Damian. The creature wiggled on the ground until its demonic soul finally dissipated into the earth, rendering the body motionless.

Damian ran to the rubble and tried to free Suhul. “Talk to me, babes. Are you able to move?” But there was no response. Only his legs were exposed and if his head was buried on the other side of the pile of bricks, Damian had little time left to save Suhul from suffocation. He had begun moving the bricks when something knocked him to the side.

“I’ll show you how it’s done,” stated a stoic Kenzo. He raised his head to the sky, chanted a few indecipherable words until his black eyes glowed white. Two massive rays ejected from his eyes and incinerated the rubble that covered Suhul. Damian ran towards his lover, carefully lifted his unresponsive head, and said, “Can you hear me babes? Wake up! Please wake up! I can’t do life without!” He checked for a pulse - it was very weak - but he was breathing, although his breath was very shallow.

“Kenzo, he’s alive! Can you help me?”

“There’s no time. I’ll call the paramedics, but we need to catch the rest of the zombies.”

“NO! I’m not leaving Suhul on his own!”

“You will obey, Damian. That’s an order from one of the Divinity.”

“Fuck you and the Divinity!”

“You do know what will happen if you disobey one of the Divinity?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be on our side? We’rethe chosen ones. You need us!”

“Exactly. We must hurry before the zombies are overtly scattered in this dark.”

“Not without Suhul!”

Kenzo’s chest huffed and puffed, readying to explode like a child’s tantrum. After a few deep breaths, he picked up Suhul’s body and spoke to Damian, “I got him. Will you come now?”

Without waiting for a response, Kenzo leapt into the air carrying Suhul across the boulevard.

“I can’t fly, Kenzo! Wait for me!”


***

Back at their home, Damian was ‘nurturing’ Suhul back to health.

“As much as I love your lips on my cock, Damian, I’m sure it’s not going to help me heal. We really should get some sleep.”

“Don’t underestimate the healing power of my tongue.”

“I love how you can find a reason to have sex anytime and anywhere,” stated Suhul.

“Did you just tell me you love me?”

“You know what I meant.”

“Yeah, you love me. You really love me!”

Damian jumped on Suhul’s bruised body, causing Suhul to groan in pain but Damian’s passionate kiss helped to quickly subdue the pain.

“Maybe when all this is over,” started Damian but was quickly interrupted by Suhul.

“I’m not getting married. We already had this conversation.”

“That was before you said you loved me,” replied Damian in a childish voice while he rubbed his ass over Suhul’s growing cock.

“You’re not going to change my mind with sex.”

“Once again, you underestimate the power of my sexual techniques.” And with a swift movement of Damian’s hands, he pulled Suhul’s cock from his thong and buried it deep in his hole. “I’m gonna keep fucking myself on you until you agree to marry me.”

“Even...after...I...cum...?” replied a breathless Suhul.

“I’ll keep you hard and carry on fucking myself on your luscious cock over and over and over and...”

“Ok, I’ll marry you!” yelped Suhul during orgasm. Damian came in tandem and barked his orgasm. He collapsed on Suhul and pulled him into a bear hug. “I knew you’d say yes. I love you, my Su.”

“I love you too, Damian. Now can we get some shut eye?”