The Apartment on Tabor Road

I playfully made a move for his crotch but he moved away with a look of fear on his face. I realized that it wasn’t the fear of being touched but being caught in the game. Lanh was in the next room, his eyes suggested.

He whispered. “I’ll show you that later. After that video you had me watch I jacked off three times today already just thinking about it” he looked back over his shoulder hearing the bed move.

“Marco?”

“Just a minute. Eric is here I was just getting him something to eat.”

“Oh. Hi Eric. I hope you like the sauce. It might be a little spicy.” she sounded groggy.

“Thanks. I tasted it and it’s very good. I like it spicy.” I grinned at Marco when I said that. “You have a good night” I spoke to the room. She had already fallen back to sleep Marco said.

He leaned in close to my ear. I could feel the heat from his body on my neck. “She’s the one frustrated tonight” he snickered. “I told her that I was just too tired to get it up.”

I left his place with a hard on and a slight feeling of guilt for eating the food of the woman who’s boyfriend I wanted to fuck.

It ended up that I didn’t see Marco for an entire week after that. It was a relief in a sense because I could keep saying hi to Lanh, while having something going on with her boyfriend right under her nose. I’d called him twice but got no reply. Then something happened.

I’d heard a conversation and gotten a flyer on my door that was a little disturbing. A couple of ladies were talking in hushed tones about an incident of a man looking in the window of a young woman in my building. “I wonder if it is connected with those rapes from five months ago” one of them had asked. My heart raced. The flyer mentioned nothing about any rapes, but still the description matched Marcos height and weight and I wondered if they were connected.

Later that day a hysterical Lanh came to my apartment and asked if I’d seen him. I told her that I hadn’t. “He tell me that you two go out a couple of nights this week after you get in from work.” My mouth dropped. “I don’t understand” she said. “The cops have been asking questions and now he’s gone. I’m afraid.”

“I don’t think he had anything to do with it” I assured.

“No. He’s done this before. It’s around this time every year he runs off and I’m tired of it.” I didn’t know what to do or say. “I know this is not your problem, but I’ve left several messages the past few days. You probably see him before I do. He respect you” then she paused and looked at me as though a question had been answered. I started to perspire. She then simply turned and walked away.

That evening I drove to the Lake. Josette and I sometimes hiked there so I told her where I was going and what I’d heard. I recognized the approximate location of the cabin in the photo but when I got there nothing looked familiar. I drove around wasting gas until I took a random wrong turn and saw Marco’s car. I slowed and drove past the cabin where it was parked and headed toward the lake. Around a corner I found a spot along the bike trail and parked. A called to his cell had no result. I called three times more before he answered.

“Where are you?” I asked in a soft probing voice.

“I had something I needed to take care of” he said. “What’s going on?”

“You tell me. Lanh came by.” I started walking back in the direction of the cabin doing just the thing that Josette had warned me not to.

“I’ve gotten myself into a little trouble.” His tone was sardonic. There was a light on in the cabin which I could see from the trail. I sat on a bench looking at the slow moving ripples on the surface of the lake. The lights had started to come on and the coolness of the night had begun to set in. “Are you going to ask me about the incident? They think I did it you know.”

“Did you?”

“Yes and no” was his response. “I don’t know what I’m going to do Eric.” I told him the only thing I knew how to say even though I suspected it was simply bad advice.

“Everything will turn out ok.” It sounded cliché, but what else was there?

“I wasn’t looking at her you know, not this time.” The answer he was getting at was the obvious one that I both wanted to hear and didn’t. “But she saw me. You know, I was just playing around with you again then she saw me, only I wasn’t sure until I got a call from apartment management.”

“The office called you, and what do you mean you wasn’t looking at her this time?”

“Well she is pretty” he tried to laugh. “Management called simple to ask if I’d been working on my car that night. It had suspicion written all over it.”

“Why don’t you just tell them the truth? It was a joke.” He didn’t respond to my statement but instead went into more details about how things were never that great between him and Lanh, but that he did like her.

“I think she suspects something.” It was just a feeling I’d gotten from when she came to my apartment. It was the logical conclusion. He was 18 years my senior so it wasn’t as though we really had that much in common other than basketball in the park, which we’d never played.

“She suspects another woman” he added.

“Was there?” There was a pause on the other end as though he had to contemplate the question. “Who was the guy in the pictures?” I got up and decided to walk past the cabin, make the block then turn and leave if I wasn’t going to make up my mind to let him know I was there. Part of me was afraid he wasn’t alone.

“That was a buddy from some time ago. Every year we would come down to the time share, and spend an entire week. Lanh doesn’t even know about the place or she’d wonder why I’d want to come here without her. I didn’t know her at the time and guess I just never wanted to explain. Anyway, I was young. It was a long time ago.”

I walked along the path through a dense area of trees, past a stationary outdoor grill and toward the front door. My feet dictating their own will. “Is that where you are now?” He told me. My next question was “is he with you?”

“No.” I stopped. Marco confessed that the guys name was Ken, and that he was the only guy that’d ever fucked him.

“I start thinking about him this time of year, or any man I guess, because of the time we had. You for one. I thought about inviting you when I came a few days ago. But I was afraid of the answer.”

“Do you want to be alone?” The question hung on the air, moving slow like a wave before being reflected back as the ripples of our purpose collided.

“No” he gasped, and sniffed back what sounded like tears.

I knocked on the door…

“Hold on a second. Someone is here.” His voice sounded panicked and I think he may have thought it was the police. I thought about saying FBI when he asked just to get back at him, but simply said my name. When he saw me he pulled me inside and we hugged dearly. He pushed me to arms length, looked as though I might have changed in a week, then pulled me in close again. “Are you hungry?”

I was. We ate, and built a small fire. “How’d you find me?”

“It wasn’t hard. I recognized the lake from several of the photos and since you said Lanh had not seen the album I took that to mean it was a secret, so I just came on a whim really. I’d been looking for an hour.” He smiled and rested a hand on my knee as we sat on the floor with our backs against the sofa.

“Well. I don’t know how comfortable you’ll find the bed, but you are welcome to it if you want to spend the night - instead of driving back. I can sleep on the couch.”

“Why don’t we both take the bed” I said, my heart pounding in my ears. He swallowed back a lump in his throat then stood and offered me his hand. We walked to the backroom where he talked about the times he’d spent with the only other man he’d ever let inside him, and I listened.

“He was married, but he and I used to work together back when I did construction. I was young and not sure about the gay thing. Then one night, we had a few drinks and he made me sure. It lasted for a few years, but even so, his family always came first. Over time he started to get reckless and I think he wanted to be caught. Maybe not on purpose but, well eventually his wife found him with another woman. Imagine that. He had me, and yet he was caught with another woman.”

“What happened to him?”

“He lost everything except for me… Which wasn’t enough. How could one man be enough for another was what he said. I told him I’d be there. Well when guys on the job saw how close we’d become he lost that too.” Marco paused in the story and faced me. “I suppose I just hoped one day he’d just show up here. Maybe it’s time I stopped waiting.”

“That’s kind of sad” I mustered.

“I’m ok most of the year, not a bad recovery I guess. I changed jobs, started my own little contracting business and I’m not doing so bad. I’ve been seen with beautiful women every since” he laughed. “And tonight, I’m not doing so bad with the men either.” He leaned in close while looking into my eyes and our lips met for a very long time. Before the night was over he gave himself to me in everyway.

His large balls slammed against my ass, and I returned the favor. Slow at first, it was hard to squeeze my cock into his tiny hole, but he gripped my hips and pulled. His stomach moved up and down rapidly like a woman giving birth. The grimace on his face was not at all handsome, but later that changed, and I grew to like what I saw once again. “Just hold it there for a minute” he said. “Le me get used to it.” I gently played with his balls with one hand and wiped the sweat from his brow with the other then began the slow in and out motion that he’d denied himself for a very long time. His cock was harder than it had been when he’d fucked me. I stroked its girth and enjoyed the way it felt in my hand. “Shit. If you keep that up I’m going to cum and then we’ll have to stop.”

“That’s what we are here for” I told him, and continued massaging his stubby fat meat. I could tell when he was getting close, his balls tightened and his face held a grimace. He encouraged me to slam him harder. I could feel my own load mixing inside my sack and moving to that place it goes before you are about to shot. He panted and let out a gasp and fired wads of come all over his belly, cursing each time. Softer then softer, then a simple long drawn out:

“Fuuhhkk.” To my fortune he let me continue the journey long enough to fire my on seed deep inside him. His hole continued twitching, milking me for what I had to give.

When it was done, I tossed aside the condom on the floor. We held each other and drifted off to sleep. We spent one more night like that before I had to return to the city for work. A few days later I got word that he was being evicted and had to move out immediately due to criminal circumstances. Over the next 30 days I heard very little from him. It was as though nothing had transpired between us, and just like that he was gone.

Twelve months later, Josette and I were at one of the downtown coffee dives in the Montrose area when we ran into him. “Marco.”

“Eric. How have you been?” I was surprised to see him in the artsy part of the city.

“Good.” I said. “You know you could have returned at least one of my calls.” After I said it, he and I both felt a bit at odds.

“Yeah. Well, it was kind of ruff for a while. My business suffered a little, but you know me. I recover. I’m sorry I never had a chance to thank you.”

“Thank me for what?”

“For listening.”

”Any time. Say. How is Lanh? She moved a couple of months after you did, and we never talked again after.”

Josette looked at me with impatience no doubt thinking, please don’t get started with this closet case again. “She is OK” he shifted a little nervous.

“Oh?”

“Well it was good seeing you again” Josette interrupted. “You ready Eric?”

Marco smiled, understanding the protectiveness of my friend. “You are one beautiful woman” he told her.

“Ok. You are really creeping me out” she said, “Eric, I’m leaving in five minutes with or without” she snapped. Marco and I talked for another minute and he gave me an abbreviated version of what had been going on. The misdemeanor, the move, Lanh. He seemed humbled. I kept waiting for him to say something about anal sex.

At that moment a guy who had been looking through some of the magazines came over and stood directly behind Marco and placed one hand on his shoulder. “Terrell this is Eric.”

“Oh. Marco has told me a lot about you.” Terrell stood a good thee inches taller than Marco, had smooth black skin and obviously knew a lot about working out. He was the kind of man that commanded attention when he spoke.

“Nice to meet you.”

“We’re actually heading up to the cabin this evening” Marco stated.

“Oh. That sounds like fun” I stammered.

“It will be. Good seeing you again” he said and turned to leave. Marco hung back for a second as they rounded a corner and made the universal gesture for big cock, smiled and sauntered away.

“Wait till I tell Josette” I said to myself.