The bar had closed at two a.m. With six-pack in hand, I was in search of an after-hours gathering.
As I drove down Railroad Avenue, I saw a figure in the darkness, leaning against an abandoned building. He was not alone. The closer I got, I saw that a second man knelt in front of him. As I passed directly in front of them, I recognized the man who stood in the shadows. It was Victor.
Charlie, Victor’s lover, had hired me to follow him. It was a bittersweet moment. I could always use the money. However, Victor was my friend. We once served in the U.S. Navy together. Now I had to be a witness that he was fucking around behind his lover's back.
On one knee, the unknown man gave head to Victor. I knew Vic and Charlie, their relationship. They had been together a few years. Shit! We were neighbors at one time.
Charlie loved Vic. Nevertheless, Charlie, or ‘Chuckie’ as Vic liked to call him, had his own issues about being gay, I guess. He hated oral sex. Vic told me that. Charlie liked getting head, he just didn’t suck. On anyone, let alone his partner.
Victor loved Charlie. He did not want to have sex with other men; he wanted his dick in somebody’s mouth. Apparently, anybody’s mouth would do.
Victor liked to drink a lot. When he crossed the line where desire became obsession, there was no stopping him. Off he went to look for his next fix. Charlie knew that about Vic and loved him anyway.
I could understand Vic’s plight. I loved it when my girlfriend gave me head. It is an indescribable sensation. My girl, Honey, does it fine, too. I hated that I had to give Charlie a call and let him know his suspicions were right.
As I turned the corner, my six-pack tipped over. That gave me an excuse to delay my call to Charlie. At the next driveway, I pulled into the Safeway supermarket’s deserted parking lot and found a secluded corner. I watched out for the occasional police car that patrolled the area.
I yanked off a beer from the pack and opened it. It made a loud smack, but the taste of the cold carbonation knocked that worry from my brain. A few guzzles later, I drained it and opened the next can. On my third beer, I had to take a leak. I walked over to some bushes and proceeded to make room for more beer.
With a loud rip, I opened my fly and tugged at my briefs. I was a little fuzzy from drinking so quickly, and I actually had to pay attention. Finally, I pulled my dick out of my underwear. Ah, the sound of the strong stream, the sense of relief. I shook out the last drops when I heard a rustling noise coming from the bushes.
“Who’s there?” That was a stupid question, I thought to myself. I did not wear a gun, concealed or otherwise. Here I stood, dick hanging out of my pants.
“It’s Victor.”
“You trying to scare the shit out of me, or what? Jesus, Vic, what the fuck are doing over here?”
“I saw your car pass by, so I followed you. Chuckie hired you to tail me, didn’t he?”
