Kevin was just a few steps out of the bathroom, when he heard the voice from behind.
"Forgetting anything?"
Kevin stopped, recognizing the voice of his mom. He turned and tried to think through all the possibilities. He didn't make much progress, early on a Saturday morning.
His mom sighed, "PLEASE remember to close the bathroom door," she emphasized, "keep the dog out."
"Right," Kevin confirmed, "sorry." His mom pulled the door shut and continued, "I'm going out for a few hours. Keep an eye on Ramon. If you need anything call."
"Okay," Kevin said, turning and heading back to his room, as he heard his mom head downstairs.
Kevin stretched his muscles as he stepped inside his room. His jock-ish features flexed as he processed his mom's words. "Ramon," he thought to himself, "the landscaper...or masonry? What do you call someone building a wall?"
The question faded from his mind unanswered. Then Kevin collapsed on his bed and drifted back off to sleep.
***
A few hours later Kevin rolled out of bed; this time feeling refreshed. He looked out his window towards the partially completed wall. Ramon wasn't there. He quickly glanced at the clock and then back to the wall...11:30. "He should be working by now," Kevin thought. Disappointed, Kevin imagined Ramon by the retaining wall. About 6 feet tall, African-American, bulky chest, cute face. Kevin did feel weird about Ramon being black. It was hard to admit, but he felt awkward around him. The truth was that he had really never talked to a black person before. His family was all white, his friends were all white, heck out of his school there must have been like five black kids - who all acted white.
He had talked to Ramon a few times, and he seemed nice enough.
Kevin stepped out of his room wearing gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt. He slowly walked down the hall and pushed open the bathroom door.
Kevin was stunned speechless, as Ramon stood in front of him. Dressed in a blue tank top, blue jeans, and work boots, Ramon was facing to the side.
Kevin's couldn't keep his eyes from shooting downward, even as he heard the sound of urine hitting water. Kevin's eyes moved back up as Ramon turned his head towards him.
Kevin quickly pulled the door closed. He stood there in the hall for just a moment, before moving quickly back towards his room. "Shit," was the first word that popped into Kevin's mind, as he closed his bedroom door.
***
"Fuck," Ramon mumbled, as he zipped up. "What do I do?"
Ramon stepped out of the bathroom and headed down the steps, but then stopped.
"The kid looked terrified. Maybe I should go and talk to him? Let him know I'm not upset and it's no big deal?" Ramon thought.
He quickly countered himself, "No, that's stupid...he wasn't terrified just embarrassed. I didn't do anything wrong. She said I could use that bathroom. I should just go back to work."
"What if he says something to his mom?" Ramon grimaced, "She already doesn't like me. I need the money."
Slowly, Ramon turned and headed back up the stairs. He had to play this off as something to be laughed about. Ramon walked to the end of the hall and pushed open the door to Kevin's room.
As the door open, Kevin appeared sitting on his bed. He looked towards Ramon as a Playgirl magazine fell from his one hand and his other hand dropped from the crotch of his gray sweatpants.
Ramon was now the one stunned. He quickly weighed his options and decided to power through. "I...Sorry, I meant to knock. I just wanted to say don't worry at all about the bathroom thing, accidents happen." The words sounded strange now, given the circumstances.
Ramon turned; mad at himself, as Kevin spoke, "Wait!"
Ramon turned towards Kevin. Kevin quickly tossed the magazine in a nightstand drawer and looked back at Ramon. He spoke nervously, "Please don't say anything about this to my mom...or anyone."
"No problem," Ramon quickly agreed, but curiosity started to grow in him.
"So right after you see me pissing," Ramon questioned, "you decide to pound it?"
Kevin's face turned red. "Kind of...I've never seen a black dick before." Then, he quickly added, "in person, I mean."
Ramon grinned, "And?"
"Well..." Kevin said, looking down at his bed, "it was really hot."
Ramon looked over Kevin. His chiseled face was certainly cute. The stubble helped. He was clearly in good shape. Thinner than Ramon, but muscular.