by A. Sanchez
“Where are you getting all this food from?” I asked absently. He didn't answer, his mouth full of food, but he pointed to my dish cupboard. “Well, I can't go by myself. Jean-Paul's working tonight and I don't know anyone else I'd go with.” I threw up my hands and gave up.
“No, that's cool, I'll go with you,” Fadi said, nodding and shaking out his shirt, sending crumbs all over the place.
“You?” I asked in disbelief. “It's a gay club.”
“Yea, I know. I mean, they let straight people in, right? I don't have to kiss anybody, right?” I nodded and shook my head accordingly. “So? Yea, I'll go.”
I wondered if he was going to bathe or shave. He looked like Shaggy Rogers. “So... do you want to go home and change and shower then meet me back here?” I asked hopefully.
“No,” he said, as if I were an idiot. “I don't have enough gas to go home and get back. Lend me something.” He sat on the sofa, smelling strongly of patchouli oil. He'd have to be thoroughly scrubbed and clipped and probably deloused. I also suspected I would be buying him his drinks all night and giving him gas money later.
I called Lina down to my place to help me fix Fadi up. She cut his hair, we both ended up having to shave the hairy beast, first with my clippers and then with a razor. We demanded he stay in the shower at least thirty minutes and hoped he was scrubbing in there, though all we heard was some stumbling around and beatboxing. He wasn't too bad.
We dressed him in some old clothes of mine which were too small for me now, him being as bony as Vito, and styled his hair carefully. “Do I look gay yet?” he asked as if this were our goal.
“No, but you look clean,” Lina said, straightening his tee-shirt and then stepping back to look him over. “He looks good! Damn, I wish I could come, too.”
“You can, of course,” I told her encouragingly. I needed all the support I could muster.
“No, I have a date with the dentist. But you guys have fun! Watch him, Joseph, you know how he gets.”
I did know, and promised not to let him out of my sight. “Come on, dingbat, let's go.”
We talked about aliens and God and ghosts and ants and whether all of these things were actually created by a corrupt government intent on world domination. I didn't know how the ants fit into this insane plan and I tried many times to discuss something else, like his possibly finding gainful employment, but before I knew it, we were already downtown. I parked, waited for him to smoke a cigarette which might not have been entirely tobacco, and then we headed for the entrance, showed our IDs, got our neon wrist bands, and headed for the bar. I desperately needed a drink after sitting in the car with Fadi for three quarters of an hour. Of course, he wanted a beer right away, too.
I looked around and saw a few familiar faces, but no one I had ever been interested in. A few guys passed me and winked, but said nothing else. I guess we did too good a job on Fadi. He looked nothing like me, with a very thin face, more typical Lebanese nose, and dark auburn hair. He was a little shorter than me, and his eyes were hazel. Unfortunately, it became clear that people thought we were together, and as he knew no one, was stuck at my side, unwilling to go far.
“So do you wanna dance?” he asked, nodding to the music. “It's a pretty sweet mix playing.”
I cut my eyes at him. “Are you serious? That would be--” I was going to say that would be very uncomfortable for me, but before I could finish, some guy grabbed him by the hand and led him out to the floor. I stood there watching Fadi rip his tee-shirt off and swing it around his head and do some kind of fancy dubstep footwork. They liked him! I had to laugh, hardly knowing where to divert my eyes as he dipped some twink. I was about to go sit at a table and relax while I watched this whole thing play out, when a guy tapped me on the shoulder and yelled over the music, “wanna dance?”
He was kind of handsome, and it was just a dance, not a life-changing decision, so I said okay. When we got out onto the floor, Fadi cheered me and screamed, “that's my brother! Yay!” then kept on grooving. He'd been right. I felt so much better to be out and doing something.
“Your bother's cute,” my guy hollered at me, his body blinking in the disco lights.
“Thank you?” I laughed and let the guy pull me closer. He was growing on me. I slid my hands up his slick, sweaty arms, and then lost hold of him completely, like I was falling into a black hole. He had a look of shock on his face as I was sucked away, and I squealed, sure I was going to land on my back, and hard. Strong hands gripped my arms and Fadi stopped dancing, running across the floor toward me, screaming something. I was shaken hard and then spun around and found myself looking up at none other than Vito, and he looked angry as hell.
The guy I'd been dancing with began to yell, as did Fadi. “Let him go, Vito,” the man I was dancing with said with a self-satisfied smile. That stopped my heart for a second. “Don't be jealous.”
“You know him?” I looked from him to Vito and back again. “Vito, what the fuck?”
“Go to hell, Mark,” Vito said, pushing the guy back with one strong hand, dragging me with him as he went past.
“Vito! What are you doing here?” It had only just hit me. If he was here, he was trying to replace me! I ripped my arm away from his grip and stopped walking, Fadi slamming into my back.
“Is this dude?” he asked, looking more serious than he ever had. He crossed his arms, his tee-shirt hanging out his back pocket. “Not cool, bro.”
“Are you looking for a real man?” I asked Vito hatefully, so heartbroken I could hardly stand, wanting to break down in the floor and cry my eyes out.
“Me? I don't see why not, you've found two, after all!” Vito had his hand in a fist and I thought he might punch me, his eyes as cold and dark as I'd ever seen them.
“Who? I danced with that one guy and it looks like he knows you way better than he'll ever know me, so don't try to deflect! If you're so innocent, how the fuck does he know you, then?” I had my hands fisted too, ready to let them fly. Fadi tried to pull me back a couple of steps. I shook off his hand.
“Mark means nothing. I refer to this protective little fox behind you,” Vito said, pushing me to the side and grabbing Fadi by the arm. Fadi let himself be dragged over, the most passive person on the planet.
“Hi Vito,” he said with a nod and a big smile.”
“Shit,” Vito hissed, pushing Fadi away. “You're his brother.” He grabbed me again and hauled me to the bathroom, calling, “Give us a moment,” to my confused sibling.
Once we got in there, it being only slightly quieter, he said, “he has the same space in his teeth as you.” He folded his arms and asked, “why are you in here with your brother? You scared me to death.”
“I scared you?” I countered. “Why are you here?” I was about to lean against the sink, but it was full of throw-up. I shuddered and stepped closer to the object of my vexation.
“I came here to get you. Paul-John messaged me and said you were here. It would have been nice if he had mentioned you came with your brother. I believe I've been set up.” He rolled his eyes and flicked back a chunk of his thick black hair.
“So only jealousy brought you here? Not any kind of actual affection and worry?” I still didn't know who that other guy was to Vito and I didn't like it.
“With actual affection always, and a small quantity of jealousy thrown in for good measure, whether you came with your brother or not. But as I almost hit him, forewarning would have been nice. That is all. No, unfortunately, I still only love you, and Mark is truly nothing. Not to me, not to anyone, I suspect.” He let his arms drop to his side and we moved out the way of some guys coming in and going out. “Come home with me. I miss you.” He avoided looking at my eyes.
“As your friend or what?” I asked, missing him so much my heart was leaking out my eyes.
“Well, as I just said I love you, what do you think?” He grabbed my hand and squeezed it tightly. “Come home just as you are. I don't want you to get the surgery. I looked it
up. It's barbaric and I'd just die to see you so cut up and hurting.” He wiped at his eyes furiously, his white cheeks flushed.
“So what do you want to do about it?” I asked, willing to do whatever he wanted, but if not the surgery, we were kind of back to where we started.
“I guess...” He snorted and then turned his face to the side, too shy to say it to my face. “Go home and see what it's like to fuck a pussy?” He faced me then, reached out, covering my muff with his palm. I let him. “Come, let me make love to you.”
Chapter 8
Vito
I had reservations when it came to Fadi driving Joseph's car home. The young man looked permanently incoherent, as if a traffic light would cause him no end of confusion. Still, we parted ways outside the club and I hoped for the best, taking Joseph, my love, with me.
When I had seen him dancing with The Hole, or rather Mark, I was so angry I couldn't see straight. That someone so emotionally vapid should lay a hand on someone as wonderful as my Joseph had me seeing red. I also could not help but confuse Fadi for a clingy lover. The two of them looked to be from different planets, Fadi, I'm very sure, regularly flying away on the starship of his mind.
“I believe I have met most of your family, now,” I said as I drove.
“My parents are worse. We'll wait on that.” He seemed more nervous now than the first time we had been alone together.
“What's wrong?”
“I'm really scared. I mean, I want to be with you. I can't wait. But what if I disappoint you? I know I'm not what you were expecting.” He fidgeted incessantly. I reached over and stilled his roaming digits.
“Lucky for me, you have two options. If I don't favor the front entrance, there is always the back, which was delightful. You can't really disappoint me, because I have had you once before and I know how you are.”
I had done thorough research in our time apart. Yes, I was sorry I would never get to feel him pulsing within me as he came, but the idea of a strap-on was growing on me. I could still enjoy him smashing me into the bed with his weight, his hands roaming over me at will, and us both still coming in a fit of passion. “How did you manage to come when we did it before?”
He was blushing so badly I could hear it in his voice. “I touched myself.”
“Ah. Well, that's normal, isn't it? Very few men can come from penetration alone. Can you do it through vaginal sex?” I liked being able to ask him questions after all my reading. The sites I had found assured me every man was different, but that was something I had known already, albeit not the limitless possibilities of different.
“Um, not really. I have a few times, but I don't count on it. I had to touch myself or be touched before, too.” He shook his head and looked out the window. “I wish I were more normal, in any way.”
“You probably would not have caught my eye if you had been. There is something very specific which attracts people to one another. Something in the twinkle of your eye. Something in the way you speak. Do you know, I have never been with a woman, but if I had been let alone with you for some time as your former self, I have the feeling I might have fallen for you and had quite an internal crisis. Your very being attracts me.”
I was not lying to make him feel better. He had crashed all my firmly held beliefs. I hardly knew what I was anymore, as a result. Was I now straight? Bi? Still gay? Did it matter, now I had found the person I wanted to spend my life with? I didn't have a need to label myself any longer, because I was off the market. If a label were necessary, I like to think it would simply say Joseph's.
He laughed. “That's some compliment! I don't know why I was always so strongly attracted to you. I never even thought of anyone else, and these weeks apart have been the hardest of my life. I never want to be forced back out there to look for a replacement that doesn't exist.”
“Nor do I. I don't suppose there is more than one man like you in the world.” I sped up, God, it was taking forever to get home, and my dick had stayed hard the whole way.
“So you think I'm a man?” he asked me meekly, those big blue eyes looking me over for signs of falsehood.
“Oh my darling of course I do! You could hardly be otherwise!” I wanted to tell him I had learned that being a man was mental more than anything else, but I suspected he knew it, or he would have stayed as he'd been born. I didn't understand how the mind worked. I guessed no one really did. Why did my mind insist it wanted a man? Why did Joseph's insists he was a man, even before he had changed his body to reflect it? We were both correct, of course, just as a straight man knew he wanted a woman. I supposed the worst tragedy in the world would be for a person not to know who the hell they were at all.
We eventually made it back to my house and I led Joseph up the stairs, my heart in my chest. I'd become so accustomed to not touching him, I could hardly believe I suddenly had free rein. “Is there anything you want or don't want me to do?” I asked, to be sure.
“No, you can do whatever you want. You don't ever have to ask me again.” He walked in my room and began stripping. I hurried to catch up.
When we were both naked, I looked him over for a long time. He stood before me muscular, light hair on his chest and legs, a beautiful patch of golden curls down below. His skin was a sort of golden white and smooth. I couldn't take my eyes off him. I took a few steps forward until I was wrapped in his arms snugly and I shuffled him to the bed amid a barrage of kisses. I don't know who fired the first one.
Even kissing him was better than before, because his conscience was clear and he had nothing to hide, now. His body slithered beneath me, legs wrapping around mine, hands sliding over my ass and back. I reached between us and felt his pussy for the first time. He was wet, which delighted me. The more I explored, the more excited he became, kisses growing stronger, legs spreading, panting. “Do you like this? Should I...”
He nodded and closed his eyes, his light brown lashes fanning over his cheeks. “Aw Vito, fuck me!”
I slid a finger inside him. It was hot and warm, but looser than his ass. “Do I need to prepare you in some way?”
“No!” He shook his head and pulled me closer. “No, just go in.” He lined up my dick to his entrance and I pushed in slowly. There was very minor resistance and I had not hurt him. Despite my aroused state, I was very happily surprised to note that I could enter him so quickly and decided I liked this already, before I had even begun to thrust. He was also very ribbed inside, which my cock found thrilling. I began to slowly thrust.
“You can do it harder, you won't hurt me,” he gasped, hooking his legs around my waist. “Pound it, fuck me as hard as you want.” I felt him clench around me inside. He was so wet, instantly lubricated. Another point in favor of Joseph's amazing pussy.
I began thrusting harder as he moaned and arched against me. I laved my tongue over his nipples and then went back to his lips, thrusting my tongue into him like my dick. He was flaming hot and tightening around me. He was getting close, so I resumed rubbing him down below as I pumped, my hand holding onto his neck roughly as my anchor. “T'amu,” I choked out. I wouldn't last long.
“Ana ahabbek kemen,” he rasped. “Pull out, ok?”
I'd nearly forgotten he could get pregnant like this and was glad he reminded me. I did, coming all over his chest and stomach, while he used his hand and came right after me, almost purring with satisfaction that I'd given him. I felt proud.
I collapsed on him, nuzzling his scratchy jaw and neck. “That was wonderful. I liked it very much,” I whispered in his ear.
“Which do you prefer?” he asked. “Normally,”
“Oh, I really don't know! It's different.” I rolled onto my back and brought him to rest on my chest. “Your pussy is self-sufficient. I really like that. No preparing, no lubricant, just... go in. I felt so welcome.” I kissed his forehead, then the top of his head. “But it is not as tight as your ass, and you can get pregnant, so there is that.” I thought about it for a few moments. “If we could do both, start in
your pussy but end in your ass, I think that would be the most perfect thing ever. Would you?”
I could hear the humor in his voice. “Straight men have been doing that for a very long time.”
“Have they really? Oh, I feel so ordinary, now,” I said with a laugh.
We talked a bit about how much we had missed each other, then made our way to the shower, where I took him again, finding this self-lubrication business phenomenally convenient, and then we went back to bed naked, where we pawed and felt each other up for most of the night.
When I woke up the next morning, Joseph was still there, lightly snoring, his beautiful blonde hair mussed all over. He was the most exquisite thing I had ever seen, and I knew I had made the right decision from the start. I kissed his lips gently to stir him into waking up. I couldn't wait to attack the day.
“Urmph, what time is it?” he grumbled, rubbing his eyes.
“How would I know? The sun's out and it's a beautiful day, though. Let's go harass Jean-Paul, shall we?” I felt in the mood to take Joseph with me everywhere, show off my wonderful man. I understood Jean-Paul's initial reservations. He'd been worried I'd hurt his cousin. Over the past couple of weeks, I'd not mentioned Joseph, protective of my relationship and our privacy as I was, but I had seen good qualities in the man. He was a tough boss, organized, and good with the customers. He even asked older ladies to sit and took their orders from their tables and brought out their sweets and coffees to them. Even Dreema and Tiffany had confided that they liked him, one of them for the wrong reasons, and I felt for her, barking up the wrong tree as she was.
“Okay, uh, let me wash off and pull myself together,” he said, getting up and walking to the bathroom naked, appearing completely comfortable in his body now. And oh, the sight of that lovely bubble butt! My cock sprang to life.