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Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 3

by RobertFoley


“Have a nice flight, Mr Burne.” The woman at the airport check-in desk smiled ear to ear when she gave Matt his passport and airplane ticket. “You too, Mr Andrews”. More of a half-hearted smile for me. In the six months that Matt and I had been together, situations like this had occurred regularly. Especially women, but sometimes men flirt with Matt quite often. Knowing he is bisexual, I am relieved I am not the jealous type to begin with. Also, he seems unaware of most of the flirtations that come his way on what must be a daily basis.

The last six months have been fantastic, I think Matt and I are a great couple. We go for runs and go to the gym together, slowly making my tall and slender body more pumped. I feel like my body is starting to look less odd next to Matt’s wide, muscled frame. I do love watching him do glute exercises and have convinced him to wear jockstraps and sometimes even thongs. Especially jockstraps have really taken his fancy. In turn, he appreciates it when I keep my upper body shaved and smooth like his. And the sex has been fantastic. Matt’s fainting hasn’t really been an issue as it has just happened during sex. So we are simply careful to just have sex on the bed or the sofa. The one time we couldn’t control ourselves in the kitchen, I had Matt lying down on the floor. I haven’t felt the need to tell my friends or family about his condition as the fainting has been so rare outside of our sex life. Little did I know what our trip would bring.

Matt is a gym teacher and has a long summer holiday. So when my parents insisted we come visit them down in Florida so they could meet him, he actually got excited. My boss begrudgingly gave me a week off work and off we went. We drove up to San Francisco Airport from Salinas, California, where we both live, the night before our 6:15 AM flight this morning. We slept (after fucking) in an airport hotel. This morning, Matt was quiet and clearly still sleepy. He still looked incredibly sexy in the blue T-shirt that stretched across his chest (and which he was probably unaware revealed his nipples) and arms. The black tracksuit pants that hugged the curves of his butt was my favourite item of clothing he owned outside of underwear as I could never resist squeezing his ass whenever he wore it. This morning was no exception. I offered to wait in line at Starbucks as he sat at a table. I was above all excited to take my boyfriend on our first trip together. I was a little nervous about him meeting my parents even though at the same time I could not imagine them not getting along.

As the plane was about to take off, Matt grabbed my hand, I heard him exhale and he gave me a bit of a nervous smile. His palms were a little sweaty. Was he afraid of flying? He had never mentioned anything, so it must not be so bad. I looked out the window as the plane was making speed and finally left the ground. Matt’s hand gripped mine tighter and tighter and I looked back at him. He had closed his eyes tight. Then I felt his grip on my hand loosen and saw his mouth fall open. His head swayed from left to right on the headrest of his seat with the movement of the plane. He had fainted. I was surprised, as this was the first time since the night we met that this happened without me being prepared for it.

After what could only have been 15 seconds, his eyes opened. He looked around for a little bit but quickly lost consciousness a second time. I was still holding his hand on the shared armrest and not wanting to draw attention, I pulled his hand onto my lap to stroke his arm with my other hand. So many other times Matt had fainted, I had cuddled his naked and unconscious body, as usually it would just be the two of us. I was hoping to somehow make him feel safe, because I felt powerless to make him feel better. Instead, my pulling movement caused Matt’s body to slump towards me over the armrest. His head hung limply above my crotch and I now saw people from across the aisle looking at us. I stroked his back, hoping he would come around.

After a few seconds I felt his hand gripping mine again. He quickly sat up, let go of my hand and wiped some saliva off his lip and chin. The plane was now about horizontal in the air. “Sorry” he said softly. “Are you OK, babe?” “Uh huh”, he said while he shifted in his seat. “Are you afraid of flying?” “Not really, just the lift-off makes me faint sometimes.” He wasn’t looking at me and I knew he was embarrassed. I decided to drop it, but wished he would have told me beforehand. I knew that we had a layover in Dallas so I was at least prepared for the second leg of our journey. We mostly slept from San Francisco to Dallas, Matt with his head on my shoulder. The people across the aisle looked at us again, instead of the worried expression from before, it was now an expression of disgust. The obviously gay flight attendant couldn’t stop looking at Matt every time he passed us.

Once we had boarded the flight from Dallas to Tampa, I again saw a worried look on Matt’s face. This time I grabbed his hand, my thumb stroking his index finger. I gave him a kiss and whispered “It’s OK. I’m here”. For a second I thought I broke his nerves as he looked at me in that loving way that he does. We both sat back looking at each other as the plane took off and although his expression switched from loving to nervous, he did not pass out. I got a big kiss from him.

During the flight we talked. I had to warn Matt about a few things before we landed. I told him my parents would pick us up from the airport but that my Dad’s driving isn’t as good as he thinks it is. And he doesn’t like it when you tell him that. His sight has gotten worse recently, as has his reaction time and it has been a source of worry for me. My Mom is keeping an eye out and makes sure he rarely drives, but when it comes to picking people up from the airport, he insists. Mom doesn’t have a license herself, unfortunately.

As we touched down in Tampa a few minutes before 4:00 PM, I switched on my phone and already had a text message from Mom. “We r @ airport. Send msg when u land?” I smiled. Only a few years ago she was convinced she would never be able to use a cell phone. Now she couldn’t live without her iPhone.

She was delighted to see me when we finally hugged at baggage claim. “Oh my gosh! You’ve been working out!” she exclaimed. “I have!” I replied as I turned to also hug my Dad, who in turn had gotten slightly fatter. “So where is this Matthew?” I looked around to see that Matt had stayed behind with his suitcase to give me time to greet my parents. “Babe, come!” Matt walked towards us and again I heard my Mom exclaim “Oh my gosh!” “It’s so great to finally meet you, Mrs Andrews”, he said as he hugged my Mom. So formal, but the perfect son-in-law. “You look so handsome!” she said, almost surprised. “Very pleased to meet you too, Mr Andrews.” He shook my Dad’s hand. “Please, call us Erin and Bob.” “Well, Erin and Bob, it’s great to be here. It’s my first time in Florida!” “Gosh, he has an accent, too!” My Mom turned to me. “Where the heck did you find this one?” “Believe it or not, he works at Jesse’s school”, I said. “You’re a teacher?” My Mom took Matt’s arm and lead the way to wherever the car was parked. She looked back at me with an expression that told me she was impressed. My Dad and I followed.

In the car, my parents and I caught up on things. Dad talked about how he had been working on turning the top floor of the house into a separate apartment where we would be staying. Mom said that they are thinking of renting it out online. Matt and I sat in the backseat and looked at each other. Having our own floor, we could get away with more than if we would have stayed in the guest room.

Matt was loving looking out the window, with palm trees everywhere. A big part of the journey was crossing the water of Old Tampa Bay and I could tell he was loving it. Even with it being only a half-hour drive from Tampa Airport to my parents’ house in Dunedin, I could tell my Dad really needed to focus on driving. Nearing the big 7-0 there was no shame in needing glasses to drive. I reminded myself to at least introduce my Mom to Uber during my stay. Dad suddenly noticed he was slowly going off his lane and quickly swerved to the left to stay in his lane. I immediately heard a bang on my right. Matt must have hit his head against the car door as his body hung forward into his seatbelt. He was out cold, but my parents didn’t notice anything as my Mom continued talking about the new neighbours, the Gomezes. I hadn’t told my parents Matt was susceptible to losing consciousness as I hadn’t seen the need to. But here he was, lights out in their car, a trail of drool hanging from his mouth. I put my hand on his knee and shook it a bit but there was no response.

For what seemed forever, but was actually probably only a minute, Matt’s big body limply moved with the movement of the car on the road. Especially his head kept bobbing up and down and swaying from side to side. The trail of drool ended up falling on the seat in between his legs. During this time I just kept making sounds that would make my Mom think I was listening. Neither of my parents noticed anything, as thankfully my Dad needed to focus all of his energy on driving and my Mom just talked about everything that had happened that she already told me over the phone. And then Matt suddenly woke up.

His hand reached for the side of his head and he seemed to have actually gotten hurt a little bit. “Hey babe, are you OK?” “Yeah, I just went out for a little bit” “I don’t blame you, honey. It was a long day of travelling”, my Mom piped in. “We’ll let you two get a bit of a nap in before we head out to dinner. I made reservations at this lovely little place. It’s a little on the fancy side, but...” Matt mouthed “I’m OK” to me and smiled, still rubbing the side of his head.

I have to say, I was impressed with the work my Dad had done. There was now an outside staircase so the apartment has its own entrance. The little bathroom there was before had been renovated and now there was even a small kitchen. It was a spacious studio apartment with a couch and a TV as well. “You boys relax a little. But be ready to go out to dinner by 6:30. OK?” “Thanks Mom!”

I took off my shirt, laid out onto the bed and watched Matt unpack. And when I say watch him unpack, I mean watch his butt as he bends over. “Your parents are so cute”, he said. “Cute and exhausting” I said as I yawned. “Come take a nap with me, babe.” “I am not really that tired, it’s only 2:00 back home.” “And you slept a lot on the way here”, I teased him. “Ha. Ha”, he looked at me as he fake-laughed. “I just happen to be in the mood for something different”.

He turned back to face the closet, took off his T-shirt, folded it and put it on the pile he just created. Then he slipped off the tracksuit pants, revealing a white jockstrap underneath. As he pulled the pants off his feet he bent over all the way, almost revealing his hole. His beefy butt in the air, perfectly framed by the straps, did turn me on. I was usually the one to initiate sex, not that Matt ever turned me down, it was just the way the relationship worked. When it came to sex, I was the dominant one. But right now, the roles were reversed for a little bit.

He turned around and walked towards me smiling and confident. The pouch on his jockstrap tenting up, he leaned over to unbutton my jeans. He slipped it off with my underwear, causing my hard cock to flop onto my belly with a slap. “So this thing is turning you on, big boy?” he asked with a smirk. “You’ve been a naughty boy wearing that around my parents”, I said. “Are you going to be naughty with me?” Matt asked as he lubed his hole. “My parents are one floor down”, I feigned a protest. “I’ll be quick. I just need you in me now or I’ll be horny throughout dinner” he said as he straddled me. He took my cock in his hand as he slowly squatted down on me. It felt incredible. I saw a wet patch on the tented jockstrap pointing further up than before. Matt’s eyes rolled back as he moaned. “Ahh, your cock feels so good inside of me, mate”. I love it when he calls me ‘mate’, the Australianness of it is somehow such a turn-on. Even though Matt was squatting up and down at his own tempo, I couldn’t help myself from thrusting and took over. “Fuuuuck” was his response. He almost lost his balance when I fucked him harder and harder and then faster and faster. Both of his hands were now leaning on the bed. “Your cock is so massive, I think I’m going to shoot!” In the six months that we have been together, I have learned that Matt is very sensitive to anal stimulation. So by now I was not surprised to see him shoot handsfree. He completely soaked the pouch of his jock.

I also was not surprised to see his orgasm being followed by his eyes rolling back completely, his mouth falling open and his body going limp. Only this time that meant his full body sat down on my cock, his ass swallowing my cock completely. His butt sat on my hips, his arms hung limply by his sides and his body fell back against my thighs. I orgasmed as I was so deep inside of him. The orgasm was so intense I may even have fainted myself for a short while.

When I opened my eyes I was no longer holding Matt’s body up with my legs. Instead he had fallen back, spread eagle across the bed with my legs underneath him. My cock had slipped out of his hole and I saw that my cum was oozing out of him onto the bedspread. I got my legs out from under him and crawled over the bed towards him. His head dangled upside down off the foot of the bed, causing his mouth to open wide. I hoped he hadn’t hit his head on the wooden bed frame. His body was heavy, but since working out these past months I felt confident I could move him into a more comfortable position. I lifted his head and turned his upper body so that his full body was now on the bed, giving his head some support.

I shook his shoulders for a bit, causing his head to sway from left to right. There was no response. I had learned to just wait it out and lay next to him and cuddled. A minute passed and I decided to help him out of his soaked jockstrap. His smooth, wet cock looked shiny and small. It had shrivelled back into its foreskin and looked gorgeous, regardless of its size. Then I remembered Matt was probably leaking my cum onto the bed that we had to sleep in tonight. His hole did seem slightly stretched as it had enveloped the very base of my cock just a minute ago. It caused a bit of a trail of my cum on the duvet. I got a towel to clean it and wiped more cum off his taint.

Another two minutes passed and Matt’s now naked body was still unresponsive on the bed. I slapped his face a few times with no results. I went to fill a glass of water in the little kitchen and sprinkled some on his face. That seemed to do the trick as I saw his eyelids flutter. “Fucking hell” he said with a raspy voice. He rubbed the back of his head. He tried to move but then he suddenly froze. “Ow!” “What?” “My hole!” “I’m sorry, babe.” “What the hell happened?” He tried to move again, more slowly now. “You passed out while you were sitting on top of me” “So?” He now sat up. “Well, you...” “You slid all the way in??” He looked at me, eyes wide. I nodded. “Your huge dick went all the way in me?” “Yeah...” “Damn your enormous penis!” I couldn’t help laughing. “Well, how did I hurt my head then?” “I shot such a load with you vacuuming my cock, that I think I passed out for a bit as well. I think you fell backwards and hit your head on the bed frame.” “You fainted?” He seemed incredulous. “I guess.” Suddenly Matt stood up and raised his hands. He looked happy. “I’m not the only freak!” he exclaimed. I laughed and went over to hug him, our naked bodies colliding. “We should start getting ready for dinner”, I said. Matt walked towards the bathroom, but had a bit of a limp. “What will you say when your parents ask why your boyfriend all of a sudden can’t walk right?” “I’ll say I fucked him within an inch of his life”. Matt laughed.

To be continued...


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73 Gay Erotic Stories from RobertFoley

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Jon, My Willing Hypno Volunteer, Part 2

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Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 10

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Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 11

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Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 12

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Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 13

I woke up, lying on my stomach. My boner was pressing into the mattress. Matt wasn’t in the bed with me and shortly I was confused as to where I was. I remembered just as I heard Matt’s voice. “What do you mean by that?” “All I’m saying, Matty, is that I’m glad he’s not the queeny type, yeah?” “I don’t even know what that means, but…” “It means he’s a regular man, yeah?” “Well what

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 14

I woke up back in Brisbane on Friday morning. Matt and I had gotten back the day before. Shannan had been so excited to see us return and again made us way too much food for dinner. She was so happy to have an evening with just us, it was quite adorable. My eyes gradually opened and I recognised the room. The sliding door to the balcony was partially open, to let in some fresh air

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 15

Dave drove me and Matt around Brisbane, showing me their favorite places. “I contemplated taking you to the Koala Sanctuary Park”, Dave said during lunch at Matt’s favorite restaurant, Guilty Rogue. “Oh my God!”, I said immediately. The thought of petting a koala got me immediately excited. “That’s so typically Australian, we should do that while we’re here, right?”, I added. Matt

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 16

“Ssshhh… we have to be quiet for Mum”, Matt said, as he stumbled through the door. In the taxi ride from The GPO to his mother’s apartment, he had been an unbalanced, mumbling mess. I was quite drunk myself, but I felt like the sober and responsible one compared to my boyfriend. Matt tried to tip toe to the guest room, but bumped into a chair and fell over. “Oh no!”, he said, laughing.

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 2

A honking car woke me up. A small ray of sunlight came into the room through the gap in the curtains. I felt a weight on my chest that I wasn’t used to. Slowly I turned my head to my left and saw that Matt’s head was resting on my chest and his left arm was wrapped around my waist. It had been a long time since I had last woken up with someone in my bed and it was a really good feeling. It

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 3

“Have a nice flight, Mr Burne.” The woman at the airport check-in desk smiled ear to ear when she gave Matt his passport and airplane ticket. “You too, Mr Andrews”. More of a half-hearted smile for me. In the six months that Matt and I had been together, situations like this had occurred regularly. Especially women, but sometimes men flirt with Matt quite often. Knowing he is bisexual, I am

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 4

After a thorough shower, I walked into the room to see Matt slipping into khaki dress pants without underwear. “No jockstrap tonight?” “Nah, this one’s soaking wet and I can’t rush through my underwear like that on vacation! So I’m freeballing tonight.” I knew myself well enough that just the knowledge of Matt going commando during a formal dinner with my parents would drive me crazy with

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 5

When I woke up, Matt was no longer in the bed. When I checked my phone, he had texted me ‘Meet me downstairs for a run?’. I got up and squeezed my morning wood into some red running shorts, put on a black tanktop and my running shoes and walked downstairs. Downstairs I found Matt standing in my parents’ kitchen, wearing his smoking hot black running tights that stopped at the knee and a

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 6

After a quick shower and a change, Matt and I headed to Esteban and Rafaela’s house for the barbecue. As predicted, Dad was in charge of the meat, Mom was running around with salads and other nibbles, and Esteban was making sure everyone had drinks. Rafaela was sitting in the garden, sipping her wine. The garden furniture looked a bit old and rickety, but also had character. Esteban motioned

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 7

I sighed. It was a Thursday afternoon and I was working from home. I had my laptop on the kitchen counter next to an empty coffee cup, as I sat on a stool. I was dressed in a grey T-shirt and plaid pajama pants, which I had put on after I had gotten up this morning, not having showered. I was answering all of these e-mails, but new ones kept coming in. I had taken Friday off to go to San

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 8

Matt and I showered, ate some of the fruit and cheese, as we talked and in the end drifted off for a little nap ourselves. Soon enough we woke up and had to get dressed to meet Dave and Nat in the lobby. Before we left the room, Matt asked me to forgive him if he didn’t give me much attention this weekend. “You’re still my favourite person in the world. Remember that. So if I focus on Dave a

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 9

Because we went to bed early, I awoke pretty early. Matt’s head was still on my chest and I could feel a cold puddle of drool on there as well. I gently pushed him off me and took a shower. I took my time in the bathroom and when I got out, Matt was still sleeping like a baby. It was 7:04 AM and I decided to go downstairs for breakfast. I left a little note on my pillow so he would know where

Miguel, the Pool Boy, Part 1

The scale read 245 lbs (111 kg). I stepped off and walked to the bathroom mirror. I flexed my biceps. I wasn’t looking too bad. I had just finished my workout in the gym of my apartment building and I had felt old surrounded by all of these young guys. I had turned 40 only a few months ago, but it was playing mind tricks on me. My hair was turning grey at the temples as well as in my facial

Miguel, the Pool Boy, Part 2

The next morning I again awoke to the sounds of birds and leaves in the wind. I stretched out in the large bed. I had a rock hard 9’’ morning erection but decided to ignore it. I got up and walked onto the balcony, my cock bouncing up and down in front of me. I felt a breeze over my entire body. I did this every morning and I just didn’t tire of it. I looked out in front of me and it

Miguel, the Pool Boy, Part 3

I woke up to the sound of the shower. I stretched out. I had slept really well. I remembered what had happened the night before and I smiled. I got up and walked to the bathroom, where I saw Miguel in the shower. His body muscular and curvy in all the right places. His back was turned toward me, so I snuck into the shower and put my hands over his eyes. He flinched but shortly after

My Hottest Patients, Part 1: Alvaro

It’s quite difficult to explain how my practice went from a regular physician’s practice to the leading practice on men’s sexual health in Walpole, Massachusetts. I had studied men’s sexual health quite extensively, before and after getting my degree. But it was likely it was word of mouth within the Walpole community on how I handled some of my patients that made my reputation into what it was

My Hottest Patients, Part 2: Ace

“Mr Ace Griffin?” It had been a pretty regular Tuesday at the practice. But when I read out this name, which I hadn’t seen before, and saw a bear of a man stand up, I knew this day could turn for the better. He was about 6’, 45 years old, had short strawberry blond hair, green eyes, a sexy sideways smile, and a beefy build. For now he was dressed in a blue and white plaid shirt and khaki pants.

My Hottest Patients, Part 3: Jonny

It was my last appointment on a Wednesday afternoon and all I wanted was to go home. It had been a long day with lots of annoying patients. But my luck was about to turn. “Mr Jonny Hao?” I looked around the waiting room for anyone who looked remotely Asian. However a Caucasian-looking man nervously stood up. He had brown hair, big brown eyes, some scruffy facial hair and a massive build. He was

My Hottest Patients, Part 4: Deniz

It was early on a Thursday morning when I stepped out of my office into the waiting room. I was ready for the week to end and drive down to Rhode Island to meet up with Jonny. Little did I know what was still to come. “Mr Deniz Yalaz?” Confidently, a large man walked my way. This guy was built like a house. Beefy, like me, but taller. Quite an imposing figure, had it not been for his wide

Neal, the Live Model

***This story was posted previously on my blog*** Usually I loved walking through one of the many parks in Columbus, Ohio during spring. But today, mid-April, spring definitely had not sprung yet. At a chilly 37 degrees (3 Celsius) I walked through Thompson Park and noticed a severe lack of leaves on the trees and even some leftover snow. I had brought my camera to take some pics to

Pete, the Assistant Coach

I came around the bend and I realized I had energy left in the last fifty meters. I only saw Chris in front of me and decided to go for it. I noticed I was getting closer and closer and I just crossed the finish line before he did. “Well done, Toby!” New assistant coach Sowders clapped for me. He had replaced Coach Rivera only a few weeks back and what a replacement he had been. Short brown

Scott, the Former High School Jock, Part 1

***This story was posted previously on my blog*** I was well aware that it was a five hour drive, but every time it bit me in the ass how boring it really was to drive for so long. Visiting my parents upstate for my Mom’s 50th birthday was something I gladly did, yet partly dreaded. Going back to Elizabethtown, New York, was quite the culture shock from my Long Island apartment. Apart

Scott, the Former High School Jock, Part 2

***This story was posted previously on my blog*** Scott dropped me off at home and said he genuinely hoped he would see me again while I was here. This time we did exchange phone numbers. He gave me a hug while we were still seated in the car. It was slightly awkward, but also nice. When I walked into the house, I saw that my sister Louise and her husband Robert had arrived from

Scott, the Former High School Jock, Part 3

***This story was previously posted on my blog*** I woke up and the second I realized what day it was, I smiled. I jumped out of bed and did everything I could to look my best. I tidied the apartment and made sure everything was just right. I walked to Bravo Food Market, which was right next to my apartment building. I bought the things I could remember Scott liked to eat and drink.

Scott, the Former High School Jock, Part 4

***This story was posted previously on my blog*** I woke up. It was clearly morning as the sun made it into the bedroom. I felt Scott’s head on my shoulder and his hand on my chest. He was cuddled up so close to me, like he was scared to lose me. I suddenly remembered it was Monday and looked at my phone. Two minutes before it was time to get up. I carefully turned off my alarm and

Scott, the Former High School Jock, Part 5

***This story was posted previously on my blog*** Scott and I walked through Manhattan. He was absolutely ecstatic with the news that he got a job in an esteemed kitchen in New York. “We have the rest of the day”, I said, “what do you want to do?” “I want to go and get drinks! In a gay bar! I’ve never been to one.” “I love that idea!”, I said as I felt Scott reach for my hand to hold it.

Steve, my Christmas Accident, Part 1

“Lorraine, I’m heading out!” I had to yell over a country version of ‘Santa Claus Is Coming To Town’ for her to hear me. It was December 23 and I was more than ready to get out of work, swing by Safeway and get settled for the holidays. “Greg, honey, you be careful with that blizzard out there!” The entire town had been buzzing over the blizzard that was supposed to hit today, the worst in

Steve, my Christmas Accident, Part 2

I woke up to a loud sound I could not determine. I was wide awake immediately. The first thing I saw was the other side of the bed. It was empty, but someone had definitely slept there. Then I remembered. Steve. “Steve?” “Yeah? Sorry to wake you up, man. I just needed to take a leak.” The fire had died down quite a lot. I felt it was like 2 or 3 in the morning and I could barely see anything.

The Beautiful Stranger, Part 1

I had run out of water a few hours ago. The sun had been beaming on me all day. I had carried this huge backpack with me the entire time. The cap I wore was soaking with sweat. I knew I was close. It had been a great hike from Goiás to Brasília. It had been such an adventure. But now I couldn’t wait to get to the hotel in Brasília with a regular bed, where I could plug in my phone and look at

The Beautiful Stranger, Part 2

I heard myself moan as I woke up. That was a nice nap. I noticed I had taken off my underwear in my sleep. I remember feeling hot when I drifted off. Only now there was a lovely breeze from the ceiling fan. How did that get turned on? I heard noises from within the apartment. Bernardo was back already? Had he seen me sleeping naked in his bed? I put my briefs back on and walked into the

The Rom Com Love Triangle, Part 1

“Good morning Sailesh!”, my elderly neighbor said, waving to me as I walked to my car. “Good morning Mr Woodburn”, I replied. Mr Woodburn had greeted me with a genuine smile every time he saw me. He had lived alone for as long as I lived there, which was now about sixteen years. I feared turning into Mr Woodburn and living out my old age by myself. At the age of 40 I had given up on

The Rom Com Love Triangle, Part 2

We turned right on Rugby Road, onto Alder Woods Drive. I looked in the backseat and saw Duke lying there, looking up at me with his big brown eyes. “How is he?” “He looks sad”, I replied to Kala, who was driving. We drove onto the grounds of Inova Fair Oaks Hospital in Fairfax. Kala and I got out of the car. “You go in”, she said, “I’ll walk around with Duke for a bit”. I walked to the

The Rom Com Love Triangle, Part 3

I knew Diego would be teaching until late, so I suggested taking him out to eat after. He preferred to eat in and said he would bring back some Chinese takeout to his place. “Hey you”, Diego said as he opened the door. He was again in his traditional outfit: a tanktop, shorts and a baseball cap. We kissed. “Did you have a good day?”, I asked. “Yup, it was fine! Come on in”, he

Tiago, my New Neighbor

“Hello! My name is Juliana and we’re going to be your new neighbors!” The five year-old girl gave me a Tupperware box. “Thank you, Juliana. My name is Ian.” “They’re coxinhas, a Brazilian snack. There’s chicken in it and it contains gluten”, the mother said. She was an overweight woman with curly blond hair. She wore a white dress with a pattern that only emphasized her full figure. “It

Todd, the Model with the Big Ass, Part 1

I put the bag of groceries on the counter. I wiped the sweat off my face. It was 101 degrees outside (38 Celsius) and with every intention to go jogging, I ended up walking down to the grocery store instead. But I had been sweating like it had been a workout. I looked around my small apartment and sighed. How had I gotten myself here? Here, in Laredo, Texas, a city so close to Mexico, there

Todd, the Model with the Big Ass, Part 2

It was the evening and Troy, Charlie and I sat outside in the little restaurant in the resort. I had my laptop on the table and I went through the photos I had taken during the day. It had been such a hot day and not just weather-wise. “So first, the one-bedroom apartment”, I said. The first picture was of Junior and Keegan. Junior was pretending to be asleep with the covers only reaching up

Todd, the Model with the Big Ass, Part 3

Troy was working reception as I waited for Todd. The first visitors were going to be arriving in only a few weeks and reservations continued to come in for the rest of the year. As he was answering customers’ e-mails I leaned on the other side of the reception desk. I had never asked Todd where he lived. I had driven to and from Santa Monica last week and it was nearly three hours each way.

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