My friend David and I have driven down from San Francisco to visit West Hollywood, and now we're spending the weekend with Fred in San Bernardino. He recently broke up with Matt, his partner of ten years, lost his ministerial job, and had to move back to San Bernardino. I want to make sure he's doing ok.
I'm looking forward to it. Fred was my first boyfriend, too, and there's always been something warm and comforting about sharing an ex-boyfriend's bed again.
When we arrive at Fred's apartment near Meadowbrook Park in San Bernardino, a Cute Young Thing answers the door.
"Hi, I'm Cody. Fred is busy cooking, but he'll be out in a minute."
We stammer our introductions. We didn't expect Fred to have a new boyfriend so soon after the breakup. And especially a Cute Young Thing: about 20, short and slim with slicked-back blond hair, wearing a red muscle shirt, cut-off jeans with a decided bulge, and no shoes.
When Fred comes out into the living room, David asks, "So, Fred, what do you have planned for us to do tonight? A cruise bar, I hope. Boomer and I are hot for some Inner Empire studmuffins."
"Maybe tomorrow night. Tonight we have a dinner party planned. The other guys will be here in a few minutes."
I've met two of the guys before -- Jerome and Mark, older, sagging, not very impressive. I'd rather sleep alone.
But the third! Jester ("not my real name -- I got it when I came out"). In his 30s, tall, tanned, heavily muscled, with black hair, a round face, and a bright smile. Blind -- he came in on Jerome's arm, but after that found his way around the apartment with no help.
I nudge David and whisper "How about if we share Jester tonight, and leave Fred and Cody to themselves?"
The full story, with nude photos and sexual situations, is on Tales of West Hollywood.