Do you like the photo I’ve posted above as much as I do?I posted it once before, about three years ago, and then I actually heard from a friend of the boy in the photo. I believe he’s from Spain. Anyway, I think it’s a great photo, so I thought I would post it again, for those of you who’ve never seen it. Everything’s just right in the photo: the model’s pose, the lighting, everything.
Again, conditions were too windy and cold for me to walk on the beach this morning, so I got busy on my novel-in-progress. I got a lot done on the scenes I’m working on, and I love my main character and his boyfriend.This is a huge book by my standards. It will end up at 120,000 words easily. Nate and his boyfriend go through a lot together, and they love each other very much.
Okay, I promised you guys I would post another excerpt form my short story, Dream Boy, so here it is.
Caveat: Dream Boy contains explicit content involving sexual activity between adult gay males. If this sort of thing offends you then you shouldn’t read excerpts from Dream Boy.
Dream Boy, copyright Martin Delacroix 2013
For the next hour, I trolled hallways, spaces, and alcoves of The Gatehouse. Searching one man’s face after another, I sought a flicker of interest, but found none. I took a dip in a whirlpool, sharing it with a dozen men. I even showered alongside several guys, but none approached me.
The place had filled up since our arrival, and now men thronged the corridors, mostly guys my age or older, but the “student special” had drawn a fair number of young men as well: boys with shaggy hair, willowy physiques, and smooth chests. Still, every time my gaze met a youngster’s, he’d look away, almost as if I were invisible.
Face it: these kids are not interested in you.
At the bathhouse’s juice bar—alcohol, it seemed, was verboten on “Student Special” nights—I bought a mango smoothie; I sipped it while strolling to my cubicle. On my way, I saw Robert kneeling before a man in a corner, and servicing the guy’s ample cock. Robert’s jock strap hung about his neck, his erection bobbed before him, and his sweaty face reflected light from a nearby fixture.
Okay, I told myself, give him half an hour. Then tell him you’re ready to leave.
Back in my cubicle, I left the door ajar. I sat on the bed with my back against the wall, my legs outstretched on the mattress and crossed at the ankles. I watched a procession of men pass by. Crossing my arms at my chest, I drew a breath, and then let it out. I stared into my lap and picked at the hem of my towel.
What’ll I do tomorrow? Work in the garden? Perhaps visit the public library and check out the “New Acquisitions” section?
Out in the hall, someone cleared his throat, and then I lifted my gaze. My eyebrows jumped, my jaw dropped, and my heart leapt into my throat.
Oh, no, I thought. It can’t be.
But it was.
The lifeguard from the YMCA stood in the corridor outside my cubicle, whispering to another boy his age. Both wore towels about their slender waists and rubber
sandals on their feet. The lifeguard stared at me; he shifted his weight from one leg to the other while his milky skin glowed.
My pulse pounded. Go on, Reinhardt: do something.
I winked at the lifeguard and waggled my eyebrows. His lips parted, exposing his big white teeth. He whispered something to his friend, and then they grinned at each other. Within seconds, the other boy was gone. The lifeguard stood alone in the corridor, looking in at me.
Raising an arm, I crooked a finger. He looked here and there. Then he slipped through
the doorway with his sandals scuffing concrete.
Move it, Reinhardt.
I swung my feet to the floor, making room on the mattress. He sat beside me, close enough so our shoulders, hips, and knees touched. His skin felt warm against mine,
and I smelled his hair.
He extended a hand. “I’m Riley.”
I told him I was Keith, and then we shook. His grip felt warm and moist. Riley flexed his toes. He crossed his ankles and looked at me with his eyebrows knitted. “I’ve seen you
before someplace, but I’m not sure where.”
When I mentioned the pool at the YMCA, he looked away and his cheeks colored.
“What is it?” I said.
His gaze returned to mine. “You won’t tell anyone, will you?”
“That you saw me here.”
I shook my head.
He brushed his bangs from his eyes. “It’s my first time. My buddy, Dustin—the guy I’m here with—said I had to speak with you.”
“‘Cause I told him I liked you.”
Okay, Reinhardt, there’s your cue. Make a move.
I placed my hand on Riley’s thigh, but he flinched so hard when I did so that I quickly retracted my hand. “What’s wrong?” I asked.
Riley’s face colored. “Like I said, I’m new to this, and—”
“There’s nothing to be afraid of.”
He worked his jaw and gazed at his feet.
He looked into my face.
“Why don’t we give ourselves some privacy?”
Moistening his lips, Riley glanced at the door. Then he looked at me and nodded.
Okay, guys, that’s the third excerpt. I hope you’re all enjoying the story of Riley and Keith. I’ll post another excerpt tomorrow. Right now it’s almost lunchtime and then I have a few errands to run, so I’ll close this post by wishing you a nice Thursday, wherever you might be.