Finish Erotica.
Ever jumped out of the fire back into the frying pan?
My name is Harry and two year's out of Art and Photographic College.
One Friday night my team went out to a bar to celebrating Tom's fortieth birthday, the big 40, along with his partner Jim. We worked for the same Studio as Graphic Artists, not paint on canvas artists, we use photoshopping and computer graphics for film and advertising companies. We were given the nicknamed the Musketeers after we worked on the TV series.
It had been a shitty week for me, the Studio boss Terrance who is lovable but insensitively camp threatened to can me because I wouldn't do it his way. If that wasn't enough my partner had dumped me because I actually considered doing it. Our relationship was ropy it was only a matter of time and I presented a reason, took off with an old college friend; they had history together.
In the bar we also met up with two of Tom's mates Jake and Bill, no question about it they were gay, all about the same age. With them was Gavin a nice guy, quiet, about my age he sat alongside me, we seemed to be outside the 40's group reminisces.
We chatted, turned out Gavin was dumped too, his partner had met someone younger. I didn't inquisit into whys and wherefores but shared my breakup. We seemed to bond in mutual adversity, a dangerous combination.
Gavin was a College lecturer and had restored an old VW caravanette he planned to take touring up the West Coast this summer. Something I always wanted to do backpacking, studies and work got in the way.
We exchanged WhatsApp details took photographs of the birthday boy now totally blootered. Jim, Bill and Jake who all live close together were going to see him home safely. Gavin lived not far from me and invited me back to his place for coffee.
His apartment was relaxingly homely, not like mine a disheveled bachelor's pad. We sat on his couch together with coffees chatting, can't remember what about. After today's traumatic work experience and booze, I fell sound asleep on his couch.
Next morning I woke up wearing only a skimpy G-string, thumping headache and an urgent necessity for a pit stop. Realised I wasn't home, somehow I knew where everything was. As I came out of the can Gavin was standing waiting for me wearing only a matching G-string.
"Morning how about breakfast?"
I followed him to the breakfast bar noticing he had a nice toned bubble butt, coffee was readying itself as our toast popped up. We sat side by side on bar stools in silence, Gavin broke the impasse.
"You probably remember from last night I told you I was gay and found you attractive. Nothing happened after we undressed to show each other our underwear, you crashed out on the couch, mid-sentence, I left you there. Check your phone camera you said something about wanting us filmed for your work."
That's what my boss had asked me to do.
I walked back to my apartment which was a mess. Tided up put the dishwasher on had a coffee, thinking about what happened was this the end of it?