he moved forward a little, rubbed his ass against Kadin’s naked stomach a few times, and
reached back to unfasten his pants. He pulled at his belt buckle and yanked the zipper
down. Kadin’s dick was so hard, it stood up from his underwear fly all by itself. While he
moaned, Gregory turned around in the opposite direction so he could press his ass to
Kadin’s face. Then he straddled his body again and rubbed his ass against the rough
stubble on Kadin’s chin.
When Kadin grabbed his hips and pulled him toward his face, he arched his back
and spread his legs wider. Kadin stuck out his tongue and licked the lips of his anus.
Gregory threw his head back and moaned out loud, then he bent forward and sucked
Kadin’s penis all the way into his mouth.
They remained in this position for a while, with Gregory sucking and Kadin
licking. When it was time to get up, Gregory lifted his legs to turn and Kadin said,
“There’s Vaseline in the top drawer of the nightstand.”
He spread the slippery lube all over Kadin’s penis, then reached back and spread
more on his hole. He tossed the Vaseline jar to the other side of the bed and wiped his
hand on his chest. Kadin adjusted his body and rested his head on the mattress. He closed
his eyes and smiled when Gregory straddled his pelvis and grabbed his penis. When
Gregory spread his legs and sat back, and his erection went all the way inside, Kadin
smiled and said, “I’ve missed you so much.”
Chapter Eight
Kadin walked with Betsy and Clem down the wide, antiseptic hallway toward the
sunroom, where Gregory was probably still staring out the window at gorgeous young
landscapers cutting the lawn. Clem was a retired schoolteacher, and the woman with
whom Betsy had been living for the past twenty-five years. She was a tall, thin woman
who wore pantsuits and tailored shirts, and her salt-and-pepper hair was cut short with a
small, wavy fluff at the top. Baseball season was her favorite time of year, the Phillies her
favorite team. These two were a dying breed: two respectable old maids living in a
conservative brick colonial off Peachtree Road in Atlanta. They drove a gray Chrysler
minivan and sold antiques in a co-op downtown. When Betsy introduced Clem to anyone
for the first time, she always referred to her as her good friend. No one ever gave them a
second thought.
The weather was warm and the sun was bright; a few of the handsome, sweaty
landscapers had already removed their shirts. It was mid-morning. Kadin had left
Gregory in the sunroom so he could greet Betsy and Clem at the main entrance. They
drove down to Atlanta two or three times a year to visit an old design client of Betsy’s,
and they always stopped to visit Kadin and Gregory on their way home.
They hadn’t been down in six months. Betsy smiled as they veered around a
technician pushing a metal cart filled with white cotton linens. But her shoulders were
squared and she held her purse tight to her chest as if she were ready for battle. Clem
followed them, her lips pinched and her head down. When they reached the sunroom, Betsy hesitated at the door and asked, “Have
there been any changes since the last time I was here?”
Kadin smiled. “It’s hard to tell. Some days he’s better than others.” He hated
when people asked that question. If there were any changes, they always happened when
no one was around. And they were always so small, only Kadin would notice them
anyway.
They walked into the sunroom and crossed to a table near a large window. Betsy
herself hadn’t changed much over the years. Her hair was gray now, but she still wore it
pulled back in a bun. She was thinner, but still wore long gray skirts and simple white
blouses. In all the years Kadin had known her, he’d never seen her wear makeup or
jewelry. He hoped this visit might jolt something in Gregory’s mind.
But when Betsy stood next to him and Kadin tapped his shoulder, Gregory turned
his head, gave her a gracious smile, and asked Kadin, “Is this a friend of yours?” Clem
stood a few feet back, as if she wasn’t with them.
“Yes,” Kadin said, “It’s a very dear, old friend, Betsy. She stopped by to pay a
visit on her way back to Atlanta.” Then he turned back to where Clem was standing.
“And this is
her
good friend, Clem.”
Gregory smiled and extended his arm to shake Betsy’s hand. He smiled and
nodded at Clem. “It’s nice to meet you both.” He didn’t have a clue that Betsy was the
woman he’d once asked to marry him. He had no idea he’d been her good friend for more
than forty years, or that he and Kadin had shared wonderful, memorable times with Betsy
and Clem as couples. They’d taken vacations together, and Kadin and Gregory had spent
long weekends at their home in Atlanta many times. Betsy forced a smile and shook his hand. “It’s nice to meet you.” Then she looked
back at Clem, bit the inside of her mouth, and tilted her head to the side.
“Betsy is an architect,” Kadin said. “She visits one of her old clients here in
Savannah a few times a year. And Clem is a retired teacher.”
“Ah, well,” Gregory said, “An architect and a schoolteacher. Isn’t that nice?”
He’d tilted his head and his eyebrows had gone up for a second, leaving Kadin to
wonder if he’d recognized her. But then he turned toward the window again and said,
“There’s one landscaper outside who looks so familiar to me. He’s the tall one, with dark
hair and hairy legs.”
Kadin looked at Betsy and shrugged. “It’s actually a very good day.” He didn’t
tell Betsy or Clem this, but the landscaper Gregory was talking about looked just like
Kadin had looked when he was younger. From a distance, they could have been long-lost
brothers.
Betsy tried to appear animated, but her lips clenched tight into a thin horizontal
line above her chin rather than a smile. Clem wasn’t much of a talker under normal
circumstances. She stood there with a blank smile, hands in her pockets, leaning forward
and staring to the far end of the sunroom as if waiting for a train to arrive.
They didn’t stay long. They sat down at the table for a half hour and made small
talk with Kadin. Betsy clutched the arms of the chair. Her fingers twitched and tapped the
black vinyl surface. She couldn’t seem to find a comfortable place to keep her feet still.
She’d cross them at the ankle, re-adjust herself in the seat, and tap her toes on the floor.
Then she’d repeat this five minutes later, crossing her feet in the opposite way. Clem
nodded and smiled a lot, but she kept picking at the leather strap of her wristwatch. Gregory listened to them with a polite expression on his face, but he stared at the
shirtless landscapers the entire time. When an older woman on the other side of the
sunroom moaned out loud, Betsy jerked forward and pressed her palm to her throat.
Gregory looked at the woman and frowned, then lifted his hand and said, “I’ll take care
of this. You just have to let them know who is boss, is all.” He turned toward the old
woman on the other side of the room with a pleasant expression, and shouted, “Shut the
fuck up!” His voice was loud, with a deep, horrific bellow that almost sounded artificial.
Then he faced the window again and smiled down at the landscapers.
Betsy’s eyebrows went up and she gave Clem a look. Gregory had never been a
loud, obnoxious man. And he’d never been profane.
Kadin laughed and said, “It’s nothing. He doesn’t like when they moan.” This was
nothing new to Kadin. But poor Betsy looked as if she were about to fall off her chair.
When both women finally stood to leave, they shook Gregory’s hand and said
goodbye. He never turned from the window. He just extended his arm to them and went
through the polite motions. In the lobby, when Clem went out to bring the car around,
Betsy hugged Kadin and asked, “How are
you
? This can’t be easy.”
He smiled. “I’m fine. I’m where I’m supposed to be right now. I have no doubts
about that.”
“I’ll call you,” she said, “and we’ll be back in a few months. Maybe we can go
out for dinner next time. I think it would be good for you to get out.” She didn’t say, “get
out of here,” but he knew that was what she meant.
He shrugged and said, “We’ll see.” When they were gone and Kadin returned to the sunroom to read more of the
story to Gregory, he smiled at Kadin and said, “Your friends are very nice women. But
some lipstick certainly wouldn’t hurt.”
“They
are
a bit plain,” Kadin said, laughing. “But they are very nice people.”
“Plain isn’t the word,” Gregory said, “The tall one looks like she goes to a
barbershop to have her hair done.”
Kadin laughed again and opened his laptop. Gregory never would have said
something like this about Betsy or Clem five years earlier, even if that’s exactly what
he’d been thinking.
* * * *
After they had sex, Gregory spent the night. They skipped dinner and went right
to sleep. He rested in Kadin’s arms, with Kadin pinning him to the bed most of the night
in a spoon position. Kadin locked his arms around his soft shoulders and buried his lips in
his neck. Gregory closed his eyes and snuggled into him. He didn’t complain when he
draped his hairy leg over his smooth hips; he didn’t squirm or wiggle when his penis
pressed into the small of his back and he bucked his hips.
In the morning, they both woke with wood between their legs. Gregory was on his
back by then and Kadin was practically on top of him. Before Gregory even opened his
eyes, he lifted his legs, spread them wide and wrapped them around Kadin’s back. He
threw his arms around his broad shoulders and sighed. “I like waking up like this,” he
said. “Let’s do some more right now.”
Kadin didn’t hesitate. His erection was solid and he was ready to go all over again.
He climbed on top of his body and reached down to direct his penis between Gregory’s legs. His anus was still slippery from the night before, and Kadin’s penis just slipped
inside, with little effort. When it was all the way in, Kadin grunted a few times, bucked
his hips, and said, “How’s that?”
Gregory placed his palm on the back of Kadin’s head and ran it through his thick,
dark hair. “It’s perfect,” he said.
He nailed him to the bed again, bucking his hips slowly at first, building a steady
rhythm that eventually caused the top of Gregory’s head to bang against the headboard.
He kept his feet crossed at the ankle, pressed to Kadin’s back the whole time. He held his
biceps for support. In this position, they could kiss, too. Kadin liked this part the most.
He’d never kissed anyone else this way, especially when he was fucking. Kissing, for
Kadin, was the most intimate part of sex, and it wasn’t something he did when he went to
the picnic area. Gregory kept lifting his head and sticking his tongue out for more. A few
times Kadin pulled back and smiled, teasing him so he’d stick his tongue all the way out.
He hammered hard—the bed frame wobbled and the headboard slammed against
the wall. Kadin kicked the covers off and they fell on the floor in a heap. His legs rubbed
against the bare mattress while Gregory rocked beneath him. Eventually, Gregory came
without touching his penis at all. Kadin came a second later, with a loud grunt and a few
firm slams.
Kadin didn’t pull out right away. First he kissed Gregory on the lips, then he
smiled and slapped his thighs. “I like that,” he said. “I’ve never seen that happen before.”
Gregory squeezed his biceps and said, “You hit the right spots this time. It doesn’t
happen all the time. But when it does happen, I can’t even begin to tell you how wonderful it is. It’s like my entire body is exploding from the inside out. You should let
me do it to you sometime, so you’d know how it feels.”
Kadin laughed and kissed him again. “Ah, well, we’ll see about that.” He’d never
been anyone’s bottom. The thought of getting fucked turned his stomach and softened his
penis.
“You’re right,” Gregory said, pointing his toes. “Why ruin a good thing? The way
things are right now is just fine with me.”
After that, they showered together and Gregory rubbed Kadin’s entire body with
soap and a wet cloth. He stood there while hot water ran down Kadin’s body, catering to
him as if he were the attendant in a bathhouse. He started with his face and worked his
way all the way down, with light, even strokes, until he was on his knees and rubbing the
